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Mom's Diaries

By: Many Feathers



It had been nearly two years since I'd left, going straight into the service out of high school. It felt good to be home again, though it was still going to feel different even then.

For one, dad had died the year I had graduated. That alone had made my leaving all the harder on mom, but she at least had a sister she was very close to, who had seen her through much of that difficult time. Though she lived an hour away from where we did, mom never failed to at least travel to see her once a month, sometimes spending the entire weekend with my Aunt Susan and my cousin Jill. The fact they had named me Jack wasn't by accident, though at the time it didn't really dawn on me that my mom and dad had thought it funny to name me Jack, after my aunt and uncle had decided to name my cousin Jill. It was only later that Jill and I realized they had done so on purpose, seeing as we were born during the same year, and only a couple of month's a part.

Still, even then I looked forward to our monthly visits, which most of the time was only mom and I making the trip up to visit with them. It was something I remembered fondly doing while growing up, and had always looked forward to it whenever we went. My cousin Jill, also an only child, though I never knew the reasons why the two of us were, only that's the way it happened to turn out. Because of that perhaps, neither one of us having siblings, Jill and I had grown especially close as kids, more like brother and sister as opposed to just being cousins.

Now home from the service, I hadn't as yet begun looking for a job. I'd decided to spend a couple of weeks just getting used to civilian life again, along with helping mom out around the house, getting things back into shape again for her before looking for work. Something I was in the process of doing now. Unbelievably, mom hadn't gotten around to boxing up most of dad's things. Much of which, I would be taking down to the donation center after going through them, keeping some stuff to actually use or wear myself. Other things, going up into the attic for storage until such time as mom decided what she actually wanted to do with them.

Away at work herself, I had gotten an early start, wanting to dispose of as much as I could as quickly as I could before she returned home. I knew it would be a lot easier on her if things weren't still lying around when she got home. Hard enough how different it would appear when they were gone, harder still to see them sitting there in preparation of being given away or even stored.

I'd been at it pretty much all day long, just then taking the last few stored boxes up to the attic. Needing to make a bit of room and keep things orderly and neat, as there was no telling how long things would be up here, I decided to combine those boxes with a few others that were sitting there. Most of those I noticed were some of moms, things she'd kept for whatever reason. Mostly old photograph books and memorabilia from the years that she and dad had spent together. I had taken a small break to look through a few of them, which is when I came across a couple of old worn leather strapped books. I immediately recognized them for what they were, diaries. The little locks on them had been broken a long time ago as I picked one of three up out of the box, curious about it, but hardly expecting anything electrifying or major in reading any of the passages. Mom had been writing in diaries for years, and as mundane as her life seemed to be, I hardly expected to read anything more other than a few private thoughts perhaps, or how she had spent the day working out in her garden.

Boy was I in for a big surprise.

I noticed the one I was holding was dated 1975. I smiled thinking back how I could have only been around thirteen or fourteen years of age at the time. The first few entries in fact were indeed pretty mundane, just as I'd suspected, with little being said except for what significant occurrences mom felt, had happened that particular day.

I was just about to put the diary back when one entry caught my eye. It was dated on a Saturday, one I was particularly familiar with as it was also my Aunt's birthday, and I clearly recalled the day we had taken up the bus to visit with her on that particular weekend. I continued reading, remembering back, and then things got really interesting.

**

Though we had been planning on going up there for my Aunts birthday anyway, there soon was a second reason for mom's going and need to be there. I didn't know it then, and wouldn't for a time afterwards, but Aunt Susan and my Uncle Stephen were getting a divorce. She had discovered he'd been having a long-term affair with his secretary just two days before her birthday. She and mom had been on the phone together for hours, though she had locked herself inside her bedroom. I knew something was going on because she had, but beyond that, I knew very little else.

All that I remembered as mom once again briefly mentioned their conversation in her diary. But then I read:

"I knew you needed me emotionally, and physically just as much as I needed you. It had been so long since the two of us had been together, not since before our weddings anyway, and I missed that. After we had gotten the kids down to sleep, I remember coming into your room, you...naked lying there on the bed waiting for me. You looked so vulnerable. I knew you were hurting inside, and yet, I saw the desire in your eyes as well, hopeful that by your being there like that I would come to you in the way that I most certainly did. For me, it was as though we had gone back in time, back to those days when we used to share a bed together and began to experiment. I knew then, I never wanted to stop sharing the intimacy we once had."

To put it mildly, I was shocked. I had to reread the passage twice in order to ensure I hadn't misread it. I kept thinking the intimacy she spoke of wasn't sexual, but as much as my mind tried to interpret it any other way, I just couldn't. Especially when I read on after that. Mom wrote of their encounters together, things they did after that, the time they spent. And it wasn't in general details either, but very explicit in nature, the way she described my Aunt's naked body, how she looked, felt, smelled and tasted as the two of them played together. 

I sat back trying to digest all of this. Words mom had actually used, written down in her book were words I had never heard her ever utter before. "Sucking her... your clit," words like "fuck" which again I'd never heard her use, and yet in her diary, she used them repeatedly, though the tone of their use was indeed far more erotic, needful than ever being used in a derogatory way. At first I sat there confused. Learning something about your own mother that's completely out in left field left me wondering if there was indeed a side of her that I didn't know, would never come to understand. On the other hand, it made her even more real to me, more human for some reason, and in a very big way, even more vulnerable herself.

It took me a while to wrap my mind around all this, but when I did I found myself smiling at the thought. After all, who was I to judge my own mother when I'd been harboring my own dark secrets. Curious, once again looking back, I rummaged through another box discovering even more diaries, looking for one in particular. It was the year I had gone into the service, remembering another weekend when I had actually driven mom up to see her sister, and where I of course had gone in order to say good-bye to everyone as I would be leaving the following week. I had gone with the expectations of spending some time with Jill, a continuation hopefully of something we'd almost done, but had suddenly gotten guilty feelings about prior to anything actually happening the last time we had visited. As I rummaged through the box, my mind went back to that particular date in time.

As we always did, we arrived very early that morning just in time for breakfast. By now, as we'd been so comfortable doing whenever we did come for our visits, my Aunt Susan was still wearing her night shift beneath the thin robe she had on. It wasn't at all unusual for her to do so until after breakfast was finished before she usually got dressed for the day. I took those moments to secretly look at her, as well as my cousin Jill, so alike in many ways, and yet different in their own rights. Aunt Sue as I called her was about the same height as mom at just under five and a half feet. Jill on the other hand much taller, only an inch or two shorter than I was at nearly six feet. Both Jill as well as my Aunt had long dark hair, moms a bit lighter in color, and shoulder length whereas both Jill and my aunt kept theirs in very similar pony-tails most of the time. All three of them had green eyes, though I think Jill's could turn blue dependent upon what clothes she was wearing.

But that was where the similarities basically ended. Jill had much smaller breasts than either my mother or aunt had, though I wondered if in time she might continue to grow there as well. I'd seen photos of my mother around Jill's age, and she didn't appear then to have quite as full, or as large of breasts as she did now. Jill was quite naturally a bit slimmer too, not too surprisingly as she'd been on the gymnastics team during high school. And not that either mom or my aunt were totally out of shape, because they weren't. But to describe either one of them, I'd have to include the term voluptuous, as they had a bit more meat on their bones so to speak. Though sitting there looking at the two of them as they conversed while making breakfast, I could only admire and secretly harbor a few indecent thoughts regarding the two of them.

Thoughts I might indeed entertain, but thoughts I would never openly act upon.

Jill however, was something else entirely.

Growing up together, again closer than most kids back then, we'd gone through several "curious" phases together as I called them. One of which mom and my aunt had caught us doing. What I recalled from that, was that neither of them made as big of a deal out of it as some might have. We were indeed "counseled" about it to be sure, and told that it wasn't proper for cousins to be engaged in such activities, especially at our age. But beyond that, neither one of us had received any punishments. For a time, we did indeed behave ourselves, but only for a time.

Jill was the first girl I had ever kissed. Jill was also the first girl who had ever let me feel her up, which is what we'd done now each and every time we had come for a visit after that. Each time lasting a bit longer, getting a bit more exciting every time we did. It was because of that, because we had finally done far more than we ever had before, that I wondered if she...like me, had overcome our previous guilty feelings about all that. I was more than curious to find out, and didn't have long to wait.

Even with our expected early arrival, Jill as she always usually did, slept in. She never had been an early morning person, definitely more of a night owl, very often not even going to bed until well after midnight. Something, which during my last visit had suited our purposes perfectly. Eventually we could all hear her finally stirring as the bathroom door opened and then closed up stairs. Minutes later the sound of her coming down the stairs in order to join us all, reached our ears.

Like I said, seeing my Aunt still wearing her sleeping gown wasn't any real surprise, especially as she for the most part kept herself well hidden enough beneath the thin robe she wore over it. Jill on the other hand left very little to the imagination, which my aunt briefly commented on, though making more of a joke about it, rather than admonishing my cousin for her somewhat inappropriate attire. All she was wearing was what they call a "wife beater" for a top, which she slept in, and a pair of short, men's boxers. I thought she looked sexy as hell in them, especially as her pert small breasts could be so easily seen pressing against the tight white tee shirt.

"Good morning sleepy-head," my aunt had said. "Was just about to send Jack here up to wake you, though it's probably good I didn't," she said giving her daughter an obvious look at her appearance.

Jill had walked around the kitchen table giving mom an affectionate hug, and then a kiss on the cheek, likewise moving back around behind me, doing the same, though I think her lips lingered a bit longer than usual on the back of my neck as she kissed me there.

"Good thing you didn't send him up, I might not have gotten up, or let him come back!" She stated surprising everyone by the implication.

"Jill!" Sue said turning to admonish her, though I noticed a slight smile on her face as she did that. Jill laughed, as did my mom, though a bit nervously as I recalled. Something that now had greater implications and meaning behind it now that I thought about it. Though at the time...

"Besides, it's not like he's not seen me dressed like this before in the mornings either mother," she continued. And in fact, as you remember, I wore that blue baby-doll nightgown the last time they were here when I was getting ready for bed, and you never said a thing to me about that."

"Well, it's because you were on your way up to bed," Aunt Sue had said, and I think Jack was being enough of a gentleman not to sit there and stare at your breasts, even though they were fairly noticeable!"

They had been indeed. And I smiled remembering that, both then and now. I had been a bit surprised to see her wearing so revealing an outfit, though as my aunt had said, she'd appeared there only briefly in it before heading upstairs to bed. But I knew...as well as Jill did, she had done that on purpose, as a further tease towards me. It had been like that all day. It had been like that almost every time we had come for a visit in fact most recently. And now, with her sitting there at the kitchen table, her nipples now even more noticeably erect, pressing against the thin material of her tight tee, I was hoping for and now anticipating more of the same.

After breakfast was over, it was one of Jill's chores to then go out and feed and water the horses. They had three, which were theirs, plus they stabled and took care of four others for neighbors, making a bit of money on the side for doing so. It was a chore I always looked forward to in helping out with. Not only did we very often go out for a ride later, but also there was the infamous barn, which was situated on the far end of their property. A good walk, it also ensured us of a bit of privacy, which is where our last visit had gotten interesting.

But as I sat there thinking about that visit, and what eventually happened, I couldn't help but now wonder at what had also been going on after we'd left. As I said, my aunt always appeared dressed, refreshed for the day after her morning shower, but I now recalled that mom too had appeared to do that. We'd always be gone for at least an hour, if not two, plenty of time for my mother and aunt to spend some personal intimate time together themselves.

The puzzle pieces were beginning to slowly fall into place.

**

After we had walked a reasonable distance from the house towards the barn and the stables, Jill had reached down taking my hand. We walked together like that for a short distance, whereupon she suddenly dropped my hand and took off like a shot towards the barn. I stood for a moment simply watching her run. Her long legs, trim, sleek body was like poetry in motion. Moments later I took off after her watching as she soon after disappeared inside the barn. By the time I got there, she had disappeared.

"Jill?"

"Up here!" Came her response, and though I couldn't see her, I knew then she had climbed up into the loft. Climbing the ladder, I reached the upper level of the barn, but she was still nowhere in sight. There were a lot of hay bundles stacked up there as well, and I could see that some had been recently moved, basically creating a bit of a partition or wall from prying eyes. I grinned knowing now where she was, but still not fully aware of what she was up to, until I came around the corner and looked down where she was laying.

She was totally nude. She had spread out, having prepared the place some time ago, as it seemed, a rather large thick quilted blanket over a pile of loose hay. Somewhat surprised, I could only stand there gawking at her, especially as she lay there, the evidence of another unexpected surprise awaiting me. She had trimmed her pubic patch into the shape of a heart. And I knew now, she had done so just for me.

"You like?" She asked grinning up at me. "I guess you could say...I have a heart on for you!" she giggled excitedly. "Any chance you have a...heart on for me?"

"I don't know about a heart on, but I certainly have a hard on," I had told her. Which I honestly did.

"Then show me," she said as she reached down between her legs, her fingers suddenly spreading herself so wickedly, and the look in her eyes wanton, lustful. I had honestly never seen her this aroused before, which she obviously was, nor had I ever expected to see her totally naked either like I was now. She was a feast for my eyes, and all I wanted to do was devour her.

Whatever guilt she had experienced the last time I'd come for a visit, seemed to have been dealt with. That she had offered her breasts to me to fondle the last time had been exciting enough. But after I'd left, with Jill acting so guilty about what we'd done during that visit, I certainly hadn't expected or even hoped for anything like this.

"You sure?" I had asked looking at her, though my cock was now pressing almost painfully against the front of my jeans.

"I've never been more sure about anything before in my entire life," she had told me. "I've been thinking about it, and almost about nothing else since the last time you were here. I finally decided...'fuck it', it's what I want...if you want," she finished worriedly.

I gave her the answer she was hoping for as I undid my jeans.

Even then I didn't move to join her immediately. Just looking at her as she so openly, so uninhibitedly played with herself was a fantasy of mine come true. Her breasts, though small were firm, hard-tipped and pointed. She held one within her hand, self-teasing the rosy pink nipple, almost by way of an offering. Her other hand, fingers delicately caressing her clit, just rubbing it back and forth, up and down her wet slippery groove. When she held that up towards me, I immediately knelt down in front of her, taking her middle digit into my mouth, sucking it off, tasting her for the first time.

She giggled hotly, perhaps not expecting me to do that, no more than expecting me to now do what I then did. With her legs still bent so obscenely at the knee, I prostrated myself down in front of her, kissing her womanly place, my lips immediately embarking on a first time experience as I mouthed her succulent, sweet tasting pussy.

Jill groaned deeply, tossing her head back into the pillow of straw and blankets, her hands now coming up to bury themselves in my own dark thick hair.

"Holy fuck!" She mewled as I now began lapping at her tender clit with my tongue, initially doing so lightly, softly until she all but mashed her cunt into my face humping herself against it.

Obviously I seemed to be doing it right, though this honestly was my first time ever experience actually doing so. And it wasn't to be the first only experience doing other things either.

Now...I had made one other girl come with my fingers. So I was sort of expecting something like that. She had indeed moaned, groaning pleasurably through her climax. I'd even felt her pussy clamp down on my probing finger as she did. But that was the only way I ever had, up until now at least, so I still wasn't entirely sure of what to expect if in fact Jill even did come this way.


Mom's Diaries



I don't think she was expecting it either when she did, as it was suddenly upon her before either one of us really knew it. One second she was lying there somewhat still, though still rocking, or rather rotating her hips slightly beneath me. In the next instant, she literally lurched upwards, her ass coming up off the blanket entirely. I felt her stiffen, her back arching as she sucked in her breath holding it for a moment, and then let out what I could only describe as a blood-curdling cry of release. All I could think of at the time was, "Thank god we're this far away from the house!" It was loud enough that I could hear the horses whickering down below us in the stables.

The other thing I hadn't expected, and to which she admitted herself afterwards, was the sudden expulsion of pussy juice that liberally sprayed my face. This was something totally unexpected, but not at all unenjoyed. She was even embarrassed about it afterwards. Telling me a short time later that she knew she got pretty wet, even to the point of 'gushing' as she called it whenever she masturbated. But this had been the first time she had actually 'squirted' to the extent that she obviously had. Maybe it had something to do with the way I'd brought about giving her, her orgasm. Neither one of us really knew for sure, but what I did know was...I'd enjoyed it, and wanted to do so almost immediately once again.

She of course now had other plans.

Extricating herself from beneath me, Jill now rolled me over onto my back. When I felt her lips, and her tongue suddenly began to bathe my prick with kisses and light feathery little flicks of her tongue, I had somewhat of an idea of what she'd just experienced for herself. This too was another first for me. Up until now, I'd only had one single hand job by another girl, the same one I had likewise fingered in the back seat of my car at the drive-in. Nothing since then, and certainly nothing ever like this. I thought I was going to lose my mind. Which I think was partially what suddenly shot out of the end of my dick seconds later. If I'd hoped to have some sort of control, some sort of long-lasting stamina to endure and thus enjoy the sweet sensation Jill's mouth and tongue was giving me, I was sadly mistaken.

She on the other hand seemed immensely pleased to have brought about such a quick unexpected release. And oddly, neither one of us even considered for a brief moment as to what to do...or not to do, when I actually came. She simply swallowed my almost constant, or so it felt like anyway...spending as I squirted copiously into her mouth. The feel of her lips sucking me, drawing the head inside her as she opened her throat in order to more easily swallow my discharge was beyond anything I had ever felt before. And that included my having on occasion, masturbated with a baggy filled with whipping cream, which up until then had provided me with the best felt pleasure.

This by in large far surpassed the feeling of that.

We lay there together for a fairly long time, just holding, touching and caressing one another until we both realized we needed to be heading back before we were missed. But it was only the beginning of what I now looked back on as the most important, most significant day of my entire life.

It was then that I finally found the diary I'd been looking for.

**

Once I had, I quickly skimmed through it looking for that same particular date. I had already learned through briefly reading through some of her other entries, that even in the mundane, mom was particular in writing a lot of detail. I wasn't too terribly surprised then upon finding the dates for that weekend that she indeed had. Nor that those two specific dates had far more of a longer detailed entry than most. A lot obviously had gone on that weekend, much of which I remembered of course, but a lot more that until now at least, I hadn't been aware of.

I quickly skimmed through our arrival, and even some of the things we'd said and shared during breakfast that morning. What I was interested in, was seeing what she had written after Jill and I had left to go down to care for the horses. Now knowing what I did know, I was more curious about that.

"...As I stood looking out the window, watching Jack and Jill walking down the hill..." She paused, and then I noticed a footnote she had written there in parentheses. (Perhaps it was a mistake to have named our son Jack, I cannot help but laugh every time I write their two names down together, especially watching them as they moved off. I can only hope that neither of them will ever hold it against us for having done that...but I digress here) She then continued on. "Sue made mention to me a bit later how she thought it was very likely that the two of us had possibly already become intimate. I wasn't as surprised to hear her tell me that as I might have expected to be. I'd been thinking along those same lines myself now, ever since our last visit here. Just seeing the two of them together, the way they very often teased one another, even flirting a little hinted at that very same possibility. When I discussed it at length with Sue, her thoughts were that it was simply bound to happen at some point. She'd been actually expecting it to, long before now. The fact that Jack and Jill are both adults now, and most capable of making their own decisions with regards to any furthering of their relationship, should that include sexual intimacy, was something they would themselves have to deal with. Sue and I both feel that it could and very possibly would have far reaching complications should they decide to do so. But to interfere, to try in any way to keep it from happening, would be a very hypoctrical move on our parts. What we did agree on, was to be there for each of them, when and if such a thing were to occur. Though seeing them as the two of them walked down the hill together, eventually taking one another's hands as they did, was only the beginning of what the rest of the day would eventually offer up.

It was then that I felt Sue come up from behind me, kissing me ever so sweetly on the back of the neck, her hands coming around to cup my breasts, caressing them as she stood there fondling and kissing me. I was already wet between the legs in anticipation of some time together, watching the kids walking off as I turned towards her. Her hands now coming up to begin undoing the buttons on my blouse. Aroused as we both were, we soon after headed upstairs to her bedroom where we once again enjoyed the intimate touch of one another's bodies in ways I now knew, I could never do without. The only concern I had was when we sat for a moment afterwards basking in one another's arms after having given one another what was yet again another explosive climax, was her comment about Jack. It's not as though we hadn't shared certain thoughts with one another about other such intimate things, even fantasies, neither of which I think at the time we'd have acted upon. And sometimes just because we might admit to having thought them, wasn't in and of itself a bad thing necessarily, or one that would tug at my conscious later on. But I got the impression that if something ever should happen, Sue wouldn't exactly be opposed to it. What bothered me the most however, I'd been wondering about that myself."

Once again I sat back, wondering at what she had meant, though now knowing without any doubt whatsoever, that the two of them had been enjoying one another intimately at the exact same time that Jill and I had. It was an ironic piece of information to now know and come to understand. But I also knew there was more. A lot more. I had barely read through a quarter of the day's events as they'd eventually unfolded.

**

I remember just getting back to the house when mom and Aunt Sue came down from the bedroom, now dressed. I had noticed at the time that their hair was still damp from having taken a shower, but as I also recalled, mom's face had a bit of a flush to it still. I didn't think anything of it at the time. Now I did.

They had told us they were going out to do some grocery shopping to pick up a few things for the weekend, and then something special to drink as well, as mom and I had not yet told them I'd be leaving soon. Looking back, I almost wish that we had.

They soon after left, and I knew almost immediately that we had a good two hours or more once again to ourselves. After our time together in the barn, I knew by the look in Jill's eyes, she was thinking the same thing I was. Though instead of heading upstairs to her bedroom, Jill took me by the hand leading me out towards the back patio instead. It was much cooler outside than in, in the shade for one thing. And for another, the old hide-a-bed couch was what we very often sat on outside, and had in the past on several occasions, still used it as a bed to sleep in at night out beneath the stars. Which we'd in fact do that very same evening.

As quickly as we'd gotten dressed, we'd gotten undressed once again. Though even though we had, it was at that precise moment that Jill said something that would have significant importance for me later on that same night.

"Jack? I want you to know...I'm still a virgin," she told me. "I've been saving it...not for marriage, but for the right guy to come along. I now know...that person is you."

I was myself a virgin too, and though we'd never really discussed it, I think she was fairly certain that I was, and believed me when I told her that I was in fact. As we crawled onto the couch and began kissing, I wondered if she had said that by way of informing me, that this was to be that moment for each of us. In a funny sort of way, I was almost relieved when she told me it wasn't.

"If you're willing...I'd rather wait until tonight," she told me. "I want to lose my virginity beneath the stars. It's the way I've always imagined losing it, and now that I know who with...I'd like to wait until later on this evening after mom and Aunt Darlene have gone to bed."

I didn't have a problem with doing that, with waiting. If anything, it made the excitement, the expectation of that eventuality all the more arousing for us both. In the meantime however, I was already crawling up between her legs, to once again sample her sweet tasting pussy with my mouth, and hopefully, enjoy my only second ever blow-job too, hoping this one at least, would last a bit longer.

**

I could still see that moment in time inside my head as though it were yesterday, and not over nearly two and a half years ago now. I could almost recall how she tasted, how she smelled as I closed my eyes remembering that moment along with all the others of that fabulous, somewhat crazy weekend.

I looked down at the diary in my hand and began reading again.

"It's hard to say what we might not have known, or to what extent things had honestly progressed had Sue not left her wallet inside the house. We had barely reached the main road when she realized it, and hurriedly turned the car around. I waited for her to run inside and get it, expecting her return momentarily. After several minutes had passed however without her coming back outside, I grew curious, somewhat anxious and worried that perhaps something had happened. Perhaps she had tripped, fallen, hit her head. A number of things suddenly running through my mind as I ran into the house in search of her.

I was surprised to find her standing there in the kitchen area. She turned smiling, though holding her fingers up to her lips, letting me know in an instant to be quiet. I wondered what was going on, yet...in the recess of my own mind, already had a pretty good idea as she turned back to look out the window, peering from around the side of the kitchen curtain as I now walked over to the other side, moments later doing the same.

I had half expected to find what I did, simply by the way Susan had looked at me, informing me in an instant to remain quiet in my approach, which I did. I don't know what I was trying to picture in my mind as I approached the other side of the window, but it wasn't at all what I thought when I eventually looked. There was Jack, obviously nestled down between Jill's outstretched legs there on the couch, licking her pussy.

It wasn't so much the shock of seeing them together, after all, Sue and I had half expected it to happen before now anyway. I'd honestly however thought to find the two of them fucking, but the fact that they weren't is what initially threw me. Perhaps it was because Sue had so recently gone down on me. The sensation of her tongue lapping away at my own tender clit, immediately causing the sudden stir of emotion the way that it did at that moment. I felt what I later called a searing jolt to my groin, the almost spasmodic tickle of desire, and the immediate surge of moisture suddenly gathering between my legs far faster than I would have ever thought possible.

Watching my own son, licking my niece's pussy...and wishing now more than ever before, that it was me he was doing that to."

**

Once again I had to reread what she had written several times. "Mom? She had been wishing it was me? Doing that to her?"

I didn't know what to think. It was for sure a private thought, and certainly one she had never obviously acted upon. Even after that date mom never spoke or treated me any differently than she ever had. "Or had she?" I wondered trying to think. More confused now than ever, I crept back to my own thoughts, there'd been times I'd allowed myself a few fantasies, but never anything more than that. I'd never purposely spied on her, or attempted to see or do anything that would have been inappropriate for me to do. In the fantasy of my own mind, that was one thing. Actually doing something, or looking for the opportunity to do it was something else entirely. Sure, there had been those rare moments when I'd accidentally walked in on her while she was dressing. What son hadn't at one time or another. And it wasn't as though we had any hang-ups about running around the house in various states of undress from time to time. That happened to. Which perhaps is what at times gave birth to some of my imaginings. But again, it was never something I consciously set out to do.

I continued reading.

"I was becoming aroused, very aroused, watching Jack going down on Jill, glancing over towards my sister as the two of us stood there peeking through the curtains at the two of them. I know we both should have stopped, turned away and left again. Emotionally I fought with doing so, but the sensuality of what we were seeing held us both like glue as we stood there. Watching Jill climax, hearing her cries of pleasure and release nearly brought about my own. Only then did I realize I had actually slipped my hand down the waistband of the slacks I was wearing. I was soaked. My own pussy a virtual ocean of hot wet moisture as I stood there actually touching myself. Susan too was doing the same, unabashedly, uninhibitedly, so obviously aroused. 

And then they switched places. 

I had only once before seen Jack with an erection. Years ago when I had accidentally stumbled into his bedroom, not realizing he was at home. I had only seen it briefly as he had immediately hidden what it was he was doing. But I knew, even though I pretended I hadn't seen what he was doing, it was too obvious that he had been, to fully ignore it either. What could have been a very awkward moment for us both was one that thankfully we talked through quickly, telling him that it was perfectly natural and normal for people to masturbate. More importantly, that it wasn't anything he should have been ashamed about in doing. It had been my fault, not his, that I had come into his room the way I had. What I remember most about that, was our discussion afterwards. It felt so good and so natural to be able to sit down with Jack and talk about it the way that we did. I remember blushing when he asked me if I did...if dad did. To which I told him yes, even married there were times when this simple pleasured act was enjoyed by most everyone. What could have been a scarring incident, I believe was left with a mutual respect and greater understanding between us.

I was much more careful after that, always knocking before entering. But I also knew from the few times I had stood there outside his door, listening to him as he pleasured himself, that even then I was aroused knowing that he was.

Now...seeing Jack's hard beautiful cock once again, I found myself envious of Jill. The way she so lovingly licked his shaft, sucking the hard swollen head of my son's prick. I again wished that it were my own mouth savoring the delights of his taste, and eventually the warmth of his hot spurting seed into my mouth. God how I wanted that, and how I fought emotionally with the desire for that afterwards. I even became jealous surprisingly later. And not with Jill...but with my own sister, as though she had no right to be there, to witness and see the exact same thing I was seeing. As though it was my own personal pleasure to be enjoyed, experienced, though I was as guilty as she in continuing to stand there watching the two of them.

We were silent as we finally drove into town, eventually discussing it, though Susan was cognizant of my discomfort, though not knowing to the extent or the real reason I was. Eventually we parked in the parking lot of the store we were going to, and simply got it all out. In the end, each one of us at least admitted to the other of our thoughts, not that either of us fully understood them, but at least we'd accepted and admitted that we had them. The fact that we both were still very much aroused didn't help the matter much. Nor did it help when later on that same evening, we got an even bigger surprise which merely added to that arousal, heightening it even more."

I wanted to read more, but it would have to wait. Mom was due home any time now, and I wanted to finish up what I'd set out to do before her return. Replacing the diaries back where they belonged, I did note the specific boxes they were in, promising myself to return and continue reading them when I could safely do so.

**

Hot, sweaty and sticky from my exertions, that and being up in the hot attic for well over an hour now, I returned to my room where I intended to quickly shower and freshen up. Even as I pulled the sliding glass door on the shower stepping beneath the hot spray of the water, I heard the sound of the garage door opening and knew that mom had arrived home.

Even as I stood there beneath the spray of the water, I thought back to what I had learned and read. Not too surprisingly, I found myself erect, my hand already toying with the idea of rubbing one out. I knew there was no way I couldn't now, as aroused as I was by everything I had learned, now firmly ensconced within my mind. And then I allowed other thoughts to invade my reasoning. I knew I hadn't locked the door to the bathroom. I also knew that mom would no doubt soon be headed upstairs. When she did, she would no doubt hear the shower running. I stood there wondering, when and if she did, would she toy with the idea of coming in for some reason? Probably not. Not unless I gave her one. Perhaps then she might. Perhaps then she might actually entertain her own thoughts she'd once had. Though in truth, there was no way of really knowing if she still had them. Enough time had passed, it was just as likely she had overcome those very thoughts and tucked them away once and for all. Was I in fact tempting her with opening Pandora's Box in doing this?

I was no doubt thinking with my cock at the time as I scrambled out of the shower, yanking towels off the rack throwing them in the dirty clothes hamper. I was lucky in one respect, as I knew she hadn't as yet come in to change them recently. But would it be enough into using that as an excuse? It was perhaps a dangerous game I was playing with myself, but the fact was...I was playing with myself as I considered it.




Mom's Diaries



I stood beneath the hot spray of the shower, my prick firmly in hand as I slowly worked it, maintaining its firmness though it took little effort in doing so. I was hard as a rock and now horny as hell. My heart felt like it was beating a thousand miles an hour as I stood there listening, finally hearing her as she actually stopped and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Jack honey? I'm back!" Mom called into me. It was now or never.

"Mom?"

"Yes honey?"

"I forgot to get some fresh towels before stepping into the shower, would you mind getting me a new one?" I asked.

There was only the briefest of pauses, but there was one. I knew she was standing there thinking about what I'd just asked.

"Sure honey...be right back," she said and then walked down the hallway towards the linen cupboard. 

I knew that the glass doors on the tub enclosure where opaque just enough to offer up some small measure of privacy. She would no doubt be able to make out the outline of my nude form inside the shower itself, but nothing too revealingly. Not unless I either pressed myself against it, or allowed it to remain at least partially open. I slid it back just a couple of inches, no more than that. But in having done so, I knew that should she stand anywhere's near the doorway to the bathroom, that she would in fact be able to see in.

The other problem was, even if she brought the fresh towels into the bathroom, I needed some additional excuse to keep her in there after she had. Which immediately came to me, just as she entered.

"Here they are," she said as I heard her open the door as I'd expected, stepping in. "I'll hang them up for you."

I knew as she did so, she could see me through the glass of the shower doors, though not clearly. Perhaps a hint of my erection poking out in front of me, which I then purposely turned to one side ensuring at least that she might. I heard her placing the towels, and smiled inwardly as she took an inordinate amount of time doing so.

"So...you get everything done you went out to do?" I asked attempting to keep some sort of dialogue and conversation going here. "I got everything done on my end," I added waiting for her response. I got it in the form of her actually sitting down on the toilet seat, as I too could just make out her presence on the other side of the glass doors.

"Yep, all done. Picked up a few things for the drive up tomorrow," she now added. We had planned on driving up, not only for the weekend, but for an additional three days to spend some time visiting with my aunt since my return. I was sad that Jill wouldn't be there, as she was upstate attending school at a local university up there. But I wasn't too surprised by that either as Jill and I hadn't exactly parted on the best of terms when I had originally left. Still...I was anxious and looking forward to seeing my aunt once again even then.

"You still been going up at least once a month to visit with her?" I asked.

"That...or she's actually been coming here to see me if I couldn't make it up there...so yes," mom replied. "Though I thought it was only fair that we go there this time, especially as it's been a while since you've been there." As she spoke, I now saw her stand up, and knew she was making to leave.

"Damn!"

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"I got soap in my eyes, I can't see...and it burns," I said quickly not knowing what else I could have come up with.

"Aren't you using that new shampoo I bought?"

"No...I guess not, where is it?"

I then heard her open the cabinet door beneath the sink. "Here it is," she said and then approached the shower door where she now stood, her hand coming through the opening though she was careful not to position herself so she could see clearly in. But I could see that she was peeking without trying to make it too obvious as I stood there rubbing my eyes with my fists.

"Can you grab me a washcloth too? I still can't get the soap out of my eyes," I informed her, pretending I hadn't seen her hand as she stood there holding out the bottle to me. Once again I heard her open a drawer searching for the cloth. She laughed when she did. "What?"

"Oh nothing," she snickered. "I guess it's just nice to feel like I'm still needed is all," she said laughing. "Grown man with soap in his eyes acting like a young kid again is all," she finished still chuckling.

"Yeah well, it burns," I responded even though it really didn't. I'd also managed to accomplish one other feat, as had been my intent. I wasn't exactly full on erect now. Not like I had been, certainly not enough to appear obscenely aroused, but not exactly flaccid either. I knew as she opened the sliding door a bit wider this time in order to hand over the cloth, still holding the bottle of shampoo, that this time she could see me quite clearly as I turned towards her in order to accept it.

"Goodness," she said surprising herself perhaps when she did.

"What?" I said once again.

"Well...for one, you're certainly not modest these days," she said as I stood there knowing full well I was facing her.

"Must be the service, got used to standing around naked in front of a lot of people," I replied. 

"Yes well, I doubt any of those were women...and certainly not your own mother," she told me, though I noticed she made no effort to move away from the door as I stood there scrubbing at my eyes with the washcloth as though unaware that she still was.

"Well, you're the one who told me that there was nothing to be ashamed about," I began. "Remember? And especially now, being grown up and all, no reason for me to be embarrassed by your seeing me, no differently than I wouldn't be embarrassed at seeing you."

She paused once again digesting that perhaps. "Yes...except if you remember correctly, we weren't actually discussing naked bodies, but something else a bit more intimate in nature as I recall."

Now it was my turn to laugh, though I immediately felt my cock stiffen, and knew as it did that she could now easily see it doing so. I held my head beneath the water for a moment, and then opened my eyes glancing in her direction. Sure enough...she was looking down at my rapidly stiffening cock.

I noticed her face was flushed, and her chest seemed to be heaving up and down a bit more noticeably as well as she breathed in and out.

"That's true," I laughed as she now looked up into my eyes. "And to be perfectly honest about it...that was what I was actually doing when I got soap in my eyes."

"You...you were?" Mom asked a catch in her throat as she once again looked down at my now full on erection.

"Yeah, I admit, I was feeling a bit horny...especially these days," I freely admitted, seeing the surprise in her eyes that we were actually now having this conversation. "It's been a while since I've been with anyone..." I told her, once again catching her off guard. I had dated a couple of women while away, but even then the sex with each had been less than satisfactory, and I certainly hadn't been looking for any long-term relationships either. "What about you mom?"

Already off balance as it was, my question seemed to make her even more so. 

"What...what do you mean?"

"What do you think I mean?" I chuckled back, still trying to keep it light and open between us. "I know that you've certainly not been seeing anyone, at least anyone you've told me about...but I can't believe for a moment you still don't have the urges or desires. You're still too attractive, too good looking a woman not to."

She again blushed, evading the question perhaps by asking another. "You really think so? Think I'm still attractive enough to entice someone?" She asked.

"Yes, of course you are. But you are at least masturbating yes? I mean honest mom, it's not healthy if you're not at least doing that. I know for a fact, that men and women both, if they go too long without having an orgasm, experiencing pleasure, it really can affect their health in a fairly serious way."

She stood for a moment without speaking. Her hand coming up to grab the side of the shower glass door as though needing the additional support. I was almost positive that she now did as her chest continued to rise and fall a bit quicker than normal. This conversation was obviously having an effect on her after all.

"Sometimes," she said now looking down and away from me, speaking softly as she said it, admitting it. "But...it has been a while for me too," she added.

"Well then you should."

Once again she laughed, blushing even more. "Oh sure...maybe I should just head off to my bedroom, close the door and get myself off, is that what you're actually telling me I should do?"

"Well no...not exactly. I was thinking more along the lines of you just doing it here...while I watched, while you watched me."

I hadn't honestly intended to take it this far. Or to so openly pose or make the suggestion. But I was, and had been truly and honestly aroused, even more so now knowing what I knew. My advantage was in knowing that, knowing what my own mother's secret private thoughts about me had been. And though that indeed might have changed by now, I was gambling on the fact that they hadn't.

She tried laughing it off as though I was teasing her, joking around with her, until she saw me reach down, grabbing my cock as I stood there stroking myself in front of her.

"Jack, you're not...you can't be...serious. Are you? I mean...I am after all...your mother!"

"Yes I know that, and you're my very beautiful, very attractive mother too. And I've been standing here for a while now, imagining you inside my head. There, I've said it. I've admitted it. I've been enjoying myself while thinking about you, trying to remember the way you looked when I've seen you naked before."

"You have? I mean...you are? You did? When?"

I was scrambling here, trying to come up with something specific, and decided to try bluffing my way through it. See if I could get her to buy into it if I could.

"Just days before I left," I stated hoping I'd come close to some sort of truth, using the information I now had, making a few assumptions perhaps, but fairly certain that in doing so, I wasn't that far off the mark. 

"When? When did you see me...see me doing that?" She pressed, though as she did, I could hear an edge of excitement in her words.

"Remember how you used to sit down stairs late in the evening reading a book?" Which was true, she always did. But I knew as her eyes widened, I was closer to the truth than I actually realized, and decided to see if I could trick her into admitting to me now that she actually did.

"Yes..." she spoke softly almost quietly.

"Well, one night, I woke up thirsty, decided to come down stairs and get something to drink. I noticed it was later than usual, and the table lamp was still on. I thought maybe you had fallen asleep while sitting there reading, so I approached the stairs quietly not wanting to wake you. And then I saw you. I stood there and watched you, watched you as you fingered yourself."

"Oh my god! You did? You...you caught me masturbating?"

"Yeah I did, and it was hot too mom! You looked so sensual, so erotic sitting there touching yourself. And because you did, I then found I couldn't help myself, so I stood there on the stairs without your knowing I was, and stroked myself off while I watched you."

"Right there? On the stairs?" It was obvious she was trying to look back and remember if she'd heard anything, obviously she thought she was being careful.

"In fact...you almost caught me I think. I barely turned around and got back up out of sight when you turned to look. But the fact was, I actually wished you had. I had secretly wanted you to see me, see me standing there jerking off, knowing full well I was thinking of you when I did. Just like I am now..." I said once again drawing her attention back to my hard fucking cock, which I now fisted pleasurably for her as she stood there watching me do it. "Just like...you are now," I finished.

"But I'm..."

"My mother. Yes...I know. But it doesn't change the fact that I enjoyed seeing you, that I enjoy thinking about you, or that I'm thinking about you now in fact. And that more than anything, right now...I wish you'd take off your clothes, let me see you, see you masturbate yourself again while I do, while you likewise watch me."

I knew that her resolve was crumbling, but it could easily have gone back the other way as well. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights and could have very easily jumped in the other direction.

It was then that I reached out my hand, pulling her into the shower with me even though she was dressed. She squealed in shock and surprise, but it was a flirtatious cry, almost welcoming that I had. Especially when I pulled her towards me, her full breasts now pressed against me, the water having thoroughly soaked her blouse making it adhere to her along with everything else. I likewise knew, she could feel the press of my hard cock digging into her belly as I held her, and then suddenly without warning leaned over kissing her as we stood there.

She basically melted there in my arms. We kissed again, our tongues now coming forward to fence playfully together. As we did that, I allowed my hands to come up, each one cupping her still covered, but very wet and very hard tipped breasts as I began thumbing each one of her hard taut nipples through her blouse.

I now felt her own hands reaching up, quickly parting the buttons on her blouse until I peeled it away from her, dropping it there in the bottom of the shower stall, along with her bra, which came next. Her shorts, and then panties soon followed until she stood there in front of me just as naked as I was. Now cupping one of her breasts directly, I tenderly began playing with, and flicking her nipple. With my other hand, I allowed it to trail down her belly, slowly teasing her almost agonizingly so before resting it against the soft furrow of her mound. I felt her sudden intake of breath as I did, and then parted the sea of her pussy, my finger just then probing her moist depths.

"Jack, Jack honey...we shouldn't," she said only now trying to resist the urge. "It isn't..."

"What? Right? I think it is...because it feels right. It's something I've always wanted to do...and besides mom, all we're doing is touching...it's not like I'm doing anything else to you at the moment, like licking your pussy, or actually fucking you with my cock."

She groaned at that, as though feeling like I was. "But...only this then, nothing else...just, just..."

I placed her hand on my cock, felt her fingers wrapping themselves around and about it. Once again my own hand slipping back down between her legs, where I found even more moisture sitting there waiting for me than there was even a moment or two ago.

"Stroke it, play with it...jerk it off," I said lustfully, breathing against her neck, "while I caress your tits, finger-fuck your pussy," I once again breathed hotly against her, now kissing and nipping at the softness of her neck.

"Oh fuck, fuck!" she moaned in response as my fingers began toying with her clit, as her hand began sliding up and down the length of my cock, exploring it, teasing it with the tips of her fingers. "Oh Jack...Jack! Make me cum baby...please, make me cum!"

The moment I felt her give way, the moment her inner muscles suddenly began to spasm around my finger, clenching it inside, her low deep-throated moan of release triggered my own. I felt my cock throb, as she did, her hand pulling upwards on it holding it there briefly as the first powerful spurt of my cock filled the palm of her hand. She stroked down again, pumping out another, just as my own finger flicked her clit like a light-switch, sending yet another powerful jolt through her cunt, just as my cock lurched shooting off again. I felt the second even more powerful spurt leap from my cock. She looked down, now watching it as I squirted against her thigh, her belly. My fingers now pinching her clit, holding it there as I worked it as though jerking it off. Her knees nearly buckled with the effort of maintaining her balance as I too began feeling light-headed with the intensity of my own orgasm.

We stood for long moments there beneath the shower, still holding one another trying to collect our breaths. Eventually she stepped out, and began drying herself off as I did. She turned away briefly, embarrassed, perhaps guilt trying to force its way into her thoughts.

Not about to allow that, I stepped up behind her once again, my hands coming around to secure her breasts, cupping them and easily feeling the press of her nipples against the palms.

"Jack!"

"Shh," I said kissing her neck. "I'm home now...it's where I want to be...with you. And I fully intend on doing this again, every chance that I get. So don't try and convince me to do otherwise. Because mother...I can't."

**

I heard the soft click on her bedroom door telling me she had locked it shortly after she left the bathroom. I considered knocking, but then thought better of it. Perhaps I had indeed crossed the line, forced too much to happen too quickly. But even if I had, it was too late to do anything about it now. Sequestered with her own thoughts, all I could do now was give her the time to do that, to think things through for herself, and then abide by whatever decision she came to, whenever she finally did. 

She sat upstairs in her bedroom for a good two hours while I in turn sat downstairs in the living room, the TV on, though for the life of me I didn't remember watching it. All I knew was, when she finally did open her door and came back down, she would have reached a decision about everything that had happened. All I could do now, was sit and wait.

When I finally did hear the door, I knew that moment had arrived. Hearing her descent down the stairs, I turned towards her looking up expectantly. Immediately relieved to see a smile on her face as I did, though even that didn't give anything away.

"You hungry?" She asked reaching the landing.

"Famished," I responded back, now standing. "What can I do to help?"

"How about keeping me company while I fix something?" She suggested, and then kissed me lovingly on the cheek, more like a mom would, which I took as a hint at her decision. It was then however that she actually took me by the hand and led me into the kitchen area. "Pour us a glass of wine while I fix us some dinner," she told me. "And...while we chat," she then added.

After pouring our wine, I walked over handing one to her, and then attempted to lean forward and kiss her again after I had. She turned her head however, accepting it on the cheek instead.

"Before things get too carried away here Jack, we really do need to talk."

Resigned, I walked back over to the kitchen table sitting down on the side, facing her all the while sipping my wine, though I don't recall tasting it. I waited on her without speaking as she screwed up the courage to do so.

"I still haven't been able to come to any agreement with myself about what happened," she began, as she now turned away from the stove, steeling herself perhaps and taking a sip of her wine. "But...I'm also not going to deny the fact I didn't enjoy it. Because I did."

I smiled inwardly. It was more than I expected to hear at this point, expecting to have heard otherwise, though even then she still came pretty close to that.

"But, just because I did enjoy it, doesn't mean it should ever happen again either," she told me. "I might not be able to control myself...if it did."

"So don't," I finally said in response to that. "I certainly don't want to." I was already becoming aroused again, just thinking about it. And especially looking at her as she stood there. She had obviously changed clothes, putting on what I had come to affectionately call as her "comfy" clothes. A pair of my old sweat pants, which she'd cut off into a pair of shorts. Shorts, which were almost too short, even for her. And then a lightweight, though baggy sweatshirt, which was, also mine. And I knew damn well as she stood there, she had nothing else on beneath it, save for a pair of bikini panties perhaps, though nothing more. The way her breasts fell, pressing against the material of the sweat-top told me that much. And I noticed that her eyes naturally gravitated towards my crotch as she looked at me, as though remembering what she'd once seen, held, and watched squirt as I came in her hand.




Mom's Diaries



She tore her eyes away from me however, once again turning back towards the stove as the water she'd put on for our pasta began boiling, giving her excuse to do so, yet still speaking to me with her back turned.

"Maybe I'm emotionally too weak to deny that I do have certain desires," she began. "Which is why I'm counting on you...asking you...to be stronger than I am."

My heart sank. I prepared myself to hear her tell me that regardless of what she obviously felt, that she was going to pointedly ask me not to tempt her, or pressure her into doing anything again. But what she said, lifted me like a rocket a moment later.

"Until I know for sure how I feel about certain things, how I can, or can't deal with it if we do...we can't actually have sex Jack, not until I've come to grips with that. Doing what we did was one thing, I know now that I enjoyed it, and look forward to doing that again with you. I can't and won't deny that. Not if we're going to be perfectly honest with one another. So at least Jack, please promise me that much. Promise me you won't pressure me into actually fucking you," she said using the one word I had never actually heard her utter before.

"I won't. I promise," I told her meaning it.

"And one more thing, though now isn't the time...perhaps tomorrow during the drive up to your Aunt Susan's. There is more I need to tell you about, more I think now we need to discuss. But...I don't want to do that now either. But as I do think we need to be totally honest with one another about certain matters, it's because of that, you need to know a little more about me. But again...be patient. I promise to tell you everything on the drive up to your Aunts. Will you do that for me Jack?"

I of course already knew what her secret was, but it would be interesting to hear her actually tell me about it. If nothing else, it would make the hour long drive pass quickly. And I had no doubt, it would indeed make for some interesting conversation as we did.

Once again I stood, walking towards her. This time she didn't turn her head away as our lips met. I kissed her deeply, mom kissing me back in kind.

"How long before dinner?"

She glanced back at the stove, the sauce on, though simmering. "Oh I don't know, another twenty, thirty minutes perhaps? I like the sauce to simmer for a while, flavor up a bit...why?"

I picked her up in my arms. She squealed once again. "Jack, put me down you crazy boy! What are you doing?"

I literally threw her over my shoulder, and then spun around taking her back out into the living room. Walking over to the couch, I then tossed her down onto it where she actually bounced, now laughing. And then I reached down, grabbing the bottoms of her cut off sweat pants, and in one fluid easy motion, yanked them down her legs.

I was wrong about one thing. She hadn't been wearing any panties either.

**

Before she could protest, or try to actually stop me, which she didn't, I had spread her legs, diving down between them there on the couch. Surprised at first, she quickly succumbed to my actions as my mouth quickly found her, my tongue spearing her within moments of having done that.

All she did was softly cry out my name as her hands came up to entwine themselves in my hair as I began lapping away at her already slick passage. As I did that, I likewise reached upwards, pushing away the sweat top that covered her bare breasts, knowing they were. Her nipples already hard, waiting, I began toying with them each, holding them between my fingers, gently pulling, and twisting as my tongue did spirals against her clit. I sucked her in, savoring her taste, holding her clit inside my mouth where I again allowed my tongue to flick wildly, rapidly against it. I felt her hips rotating now beneath me, her gurgles of passion making unintelligible sounds as I continued to fuck her with my tongue and lips.

"Fuck!" I moaned into her pussy. "I could eat you forever!"

"Yes Jack, yes! Eat my pussy, please eat my cunt...finger-fuck my wet slippery pussy!" She answered back, the level of her arousal escalating far beyond any inhibitions she might have had or held on to. "Lick me baby, lick my clit, suck it...finger it, lick it! Lick it! Lick it!"

She came screaming, arching her back, her cunt pressed firmly against my face as I held on, her breasts molded within my hands. I held and pinched her nipples as she did, pulling them upwards well off her breasts, jiggling them as I held them there. She went crazy with the sensation of that, likewise her clit, hard swollen and throbbing, captured between my lips as she came over, and over and over again.

She collapsed beneath me like a rag doll, spent, thoroughly drained, unmoving though her breath took forever to calm down. When she finally did, she sat up pushing me away from her for a moment, and then standing. I sat licking my lips, tasting the sweetness of her juices still covering my face.

"Don't go anywhere," she said looking back at me. "I'm going in to turn the sauce off...we'll eat it later," she said grinning. And then bare-assed naked, sauntered back into the kitchen area. She turned just before entering the room. "Oh, and while I do that? You might want to take your clothes off," she told me, and then disappeared.

**

I was indeed naked lying on the couch when she returned. I don't think my prick was honestly ever as hard or as stiff as it was then when she came walking back into the room. Even the look in her eyes told me that much as she faltered in her step coming towards me. 

"I don't think I've seen anything more beautiful," she told me as she almost reverently knelt down on the floor by the side of the couch, her hands quickly reaching out to surround me, chasing my own hands away. Even the look in her own eyes said it all as she looked up, locking hers on mine, her tongue snaking out of her mouth to tickle and lick at the sensitive little eye-slit in the head. She squeezed it, a pearly drop of moisture bubbling out of the tip. Her tongue lapping it up, though she did so again, producing another, applying this one like lipstick against her mouth as she rubbed my dick around it, now kissing it.

"Fuck," I moaned saying the word, drawing it out, letting the word roll like a wave from my mouth. She smiled at that.

"Funny isn't it?" She asked.

"What's that?" I said half sitting up, just so I could watch her, watch my own mother holding and playing with my cock as she rubbed it against her lips.

"How the word fuck can sound so hot, so naughty, so pleasurable when it's used in just the way you've used it."

"And you," I reminded her, seeing her blush upon realizing that.

"Yes, and me too," she said sucking the head of my prick, her mouth wrapped around it as she spoke. "Fuck," Popping the head of my prick with her lips, saying it again. "Fuck, fuck...fuck!" and each time that she did, purposely popping my prick with a sweet, erotic, very obscene sound as she did so, not to mention simply saying the word fuck each time that she had.

"Fuck cunt," I then said for no apparent reason, just enjoying the sound of two particular erotic words as I spoke them. Mom giggled.

"Fuck cock. Fuck Prick."

"Fuck tits, fuck pussy, fuck ass."

"Fuck ass?"

"Yeah, fuck ass...just like I wouldn't mind fucking yours!"

"I've never actually done that," she told me, now lapping at my prick once again with her tongue, tickling it.

"You're kidding? You mean to tell me that you and..."

"No, we never did. Never really considered it, though at the time, it wasn't exactly something anyone ever really spoke about either. Not until years later at least, and then only quietly and in secret. But by then...it was sort of off the table for me."

"And now?"

"One thing at a time," mom said once again slurping up and down my cock. "Let's not be in any sort of a rush here. Bad enough I'm doing this to my own son, I'm not sure I'm quite ready yet to even consider having you sticking this thing up my ass!"

I burst out laughing. I couldn't help it. Hearing my own mother speaking so openly, so wickedly was a pure pleasured delight. But then again, so was her mouth as she all but swallowed the entire length of my prick, all but gagging on it as she did, large drools of her saliva clinging to it, connected to her lips as she pulled up before once again engulfing it with a very wet sounding gurgle.

"I want you to cum in my mouth," she then spoke moments later, her head now bobbing up and down with a steady rhythm, her hands working perfectly in conjunction with that. "I've always wanted to do this to you," she told me honestly, now admitting even that, something else I already knew. "Give it to me baby...give mommy your sperm!"

I gave her more than she could handle, more than I think I had ever actually produced before. She swallowed as much as she could, but even then, I saw the cum drool from the side of her mouth dripping and then falling against her breast. Even that was erotically hot, sensually intense as she reached down, now smearing what she hadn't licked up or swallowed into her breast. When she had fully and entirely drained me of each precious drop, only then did she once again sit up, smiling at me.

"Well, I think I've actually already had my dinner. But maybe you should eat something too," she said grinning at me.

"Like you?" I asked teasingly.

She threw her head back laughing, and then climbed up to sit on the couch, once again resting her head back against the end cushions, one leg spread resting over the headrest of the couch, the other flat upon the floor.

"Fuck dinner...eat this!" She said wantonly. So I did.

**

As we always had every time we'd gone up to my Aunts, we got an early start. By seven we were on the road.

Though normally only an hour long drive on the freeway, mom had never cared to take that particular route. So it was, even though I was the one driving, we took the back roads which would make a longer drive, but it was also far more of a scenic one too. 

But there was another reason for taking the longer route. I knew that at some point mom wanted to tell me more about herself, things I perhaps already knew, but was anxious to hear it from her own lips anyway.

I had also noticed as we finished packing things up that mom had slipped her diaries into her travel bag. As long as I had known her, she always took her new one to write in, and then the one before that which she sometimes referred to for whatever reason. I'd watched her tuck both away, and wondered if the opportunity would ever present itself for me to get a peek at anything she had written.

Fifteen minutes into the drive we turned on to what was a two-lane highway, which would take us the rest of the way there, though again it was a much longer way to travel when taking it. At this early hour there was very little if any other traffic on the road, which then gave me an idea. Seeing that she was fidgeting as we drove, hardly speaking at all in fact so lost in thought, I knew then she was already trying to screw up the courage to talk to me. I decided to lighten the mood somewhat if I could and make it easier for her to do so. One way to do that was to try and make her horny again if I could, and I thought if I began teasing her a little, it might. Besides, I really wanted to see her tits, so I asked her to show them to me.

"Although it takes longer to get to Aunt Susan's this way, I really do prefer taking this road," I began. "It really is a beautiful drive with beautiful scenery."

"Yes it is," she said easily looking out her window.

"And having beautiful company to share it with is nice too," I then added. She turned from the window looking and smiling at me.

"Thank you Jack, I appreciate hearing that, though I'm not sure how beautiful I am at the moment," she said only then checking herself in the small little vanity mirror over the sun-visor on her side of the car.

"You're very beautiful mom, especially in that outfit," I now added easing into the real purpose behind my idea here.

She did look cute, a short pair of white shorts and a simple peasant blouse that bared her shoulders. And though she was wearing a bra, the way her breasts molded themselves against the material was very alluring.

"Thank you again," she said. "I do like this blouse."

"I do too, it shows off those beautiful breasts of yours quite nicely."

I noticed a small blush suddenly creep into her face as she once again smiled looking up into my eyes as I sat there glancing towards her.

"In fact mom, I'd enjoy seeing them."

"What here?" She said incredulously glancing out the front of the car window, though at the moment there was no other traffic on the road heading towards us.

"Especially here," I said. "It would be sexy as hell to see your boobs while we're driving," I now stated.

"I don't know Jack, what if someone were to see me? And besides, why do you want to look at these old boobs anyway?" she asked.

"For one mom, who's going to see anything on this road? And even if we do see any cars, you'll have plenty of time to slink down in the seat. Secondly, they're not old boobs, and like I said they really are beautiful, not to mention the fact they make me horny as hell just looking at them!"

She was still hesitant to do so until I reached down with my hand rubbing my crotch and thus telling her that even the thought of that was getting me hard. "See? I'm already starting to get a hard on just thinking about it!" I told her.

That seemed to do the trick as she peered over the back seat as though to ensure herself we didn't have any traffic coming up from behind us either, which we didn't.

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," she said as she pulled her peasant blouse up over her head, now reaching back behind herself to unclasp her bra, though I reached over cupping her left breast with my hand before she could. Even that was sensual as hell. Her bra had a bit of see-thru lace over the cups, her hard extended nipples already pressing against it as I fingered one teasing it. "Just keep your eyes on the road Jack," she admonished me as I finally withdrew my hand, now allowing her to remove her bra entirely.

Now sitting back in her seat as she refastened her seat belt, even that I found erotically enticing as the strap came up between her breasts separating them even more fully. The fullness of her boobs, heavy against her chest, twin points of rock-hard firmness capping each was a delightful thing to be seeing.

"There, happy now?" She asked, though she was grinning from ear to ear as she said it. I knew then she was feeling a bit more aroused herself, doing something that she hadn't honestly ever done before. A simple enough act that had perhaps given a further boost to her own sexuality and desire, especially when she reached up and actually fingered her nipples as we drove along. "That making you horny huh?" she then asked glancing over towards me as it became obvious by the sudden bulge in my pants that it had.

"You know it," I told her only then seeing a car heading towards us as it came around a bend in the road. Mom saw it too.

"Shit!" She said suddenly slinking down in her seat long before the car drew close enough to have seen anything however.

"What?" I laughed. "No way they could have seen you mom, but it would have been interesting if they had don't you think? Though we passed one another so quickly, I seriously doubt that anyone would even realize you were sitting there with your tits out. And even if they did...they would probably wonder if you really had been, and not actually know that for sure. Kind of exciting to think about either way isn't it?"

Once again she glanced over the back seat looking behind us, but the car had long since disappeared, and no others were coming up behind us either. She didn't comment on that, and turned back to once again sit, fingering her nipples for me. I noticed then, if anything they were far harder, more erect than they had been only moments before.

"Here comes another car," I said wondering if she'd stay put this time, or once again slink down into her seat. Perhaps it was because there was only one person in the car that she decided to stay put, though sitting there stiff as a board nervously as the car approached. I laughed looking over towards her. "Seriously mom, I doubt he'll even realize you have your tits out, and even if he does, think of it as giving him a little thrill for his morning drive."

That once again put a smile on her face as she actually sat up a little, the two cars quickly passing by on the road, though the driver of the car, a male, gave us just a cursory glance in our direction. It was obvious he hadn't noticed a thing.

"Whew!" Mom actually allowed herself to say once again looking back over the seat.

"See? He didn't even notice, but I sure as hell did." Without her even realizing that I had, I had unzipped my fly, fishing my rock-hard cock out of my pants and now sat there with it fully exposed, stiff and hard sticking up between my legs.

"Jack!" Mom exclaimed wide-eyed as she stared down at me. "What if something were to happen?" She stated, once again making me laugh.

"Then I'd probably die with a smile on my face, and cum-stains all over the dash of the car," I joked.

"I'm being serious," she said, though burst out laughing a second later.

"So am I," I responded back, now tempting fate and her courage simultaneously. "Take your shorts and panties off too," I now asked her.

"Oh no, I can't do that, this is bad enough," she told me, but I could see by the look in her eyes she was even then considering it.

"Go on mom, no one will see that for sure, and I can watch you finger yourself while we drive."

"Just keep your eyes on the road. Well...one eye anyway," she now chuckled as she briefly undid her seat belt again, now slipping her shorts and panties off, though she kept them on down around her ankles just in case. Even that looked sexy as hell as she now sat next to me, for all intents and purposes, entirely naked now.

Two more cars passed us by, but she didn't slink down in her seat with either of them, and one guy in a slightly higher sitting truck did seem to glance over a bit longer than everyone else had as he passed.

"I think that guy saw me!" Mom exclaimed once again looking back over the seat.

"I think he did too," I agreed smiling. "Bet you gave him a reason to take his cock out and jerk it off while he drives," I then said as I sat there now stroking my own, looking over at mom who I noticed still had her own fingers between her legs toying with her pussy.

We drove in silence for a couple of miles, no other cars coming our way at the moment as mom sat there pleasuring herself while I watched.

"You going to make yourself cum for me?" I asked.

"You want me to?"

"Hell yes, I want to see you get yourself off, hear it when you do."

Another car came and went, this time she had actually sat up a little, exposing her breasts well above the dashboard when she did. This guy too seemed to glance a bit longer than the others, and I even saw his brake lights come on for a split second in my rearview mirror. Mom didn't look back this time however, her fingers were too busy between her legs, and her eyes were now closed as she sat there working her pussy.

She was so wet, so slick, I could now hear the sound of her juices as she finger-fucked herself, the squishy decadent sounding noise of her cunt as she now furiously pummeled it with her fingers.

"Oh yeah...do it mom, do it! Fuck that cunt, fuck that pussy with your hand, make it come for me mom...make yourself come for me!"

It was amazing watching her explode. She had reached up placing one hand on her breast, cupping it, and then pulling, pinching her nipple as she cried out her release. Straining against the seat belt, she halfway lurched forward as though helping to force out her liquid pleasure as she climaxed. "Shit!" she screamed, though she continued to climax, still working her fingers rapidly between her legs. I knew why she'd said that.




Mom's Diaries



"Fuck the seat mom...just come, keep coming, keep squirting!" I told her. She did, continuing to moan out her pleasure as she came, finally slowing and then looking down at the rather wet spot on her seat. "It'll dry," I told her. "There's a towel you can use to sit on, in the back seat." She quickly grabbed it, dabbing at the seat she was sitting on for a moment, and then folded it beneath her sitting back down again.

"Can't believe I did that," she said as she pulled up her panties and shorts once again, though I wasn't about to let her cover her tits up, not just yet anyway, and told her so.

"Keep your boobs out so I can see them when I come," I asked.

"You sure? You can do that while you're driving?" she asked worriedly.

"Oh yeah, I can...I've done it before," I now informed her seeing the look of mild surprise in her face upon hearing that. "I promise I'll keep my eyes on the road. You keep your eyes on my cock when I come," I laughed as I continued stroking my rock-hard cock for her. She sat back, half leaning against the door, her hands once again coming up to capture and toy with her breasts even though she'd just finished climaxing herself only moments ago.

"I can't believe I'm still horny," she admitted as she sat there watching me stroke my cock. "But seeing you do that, is keeping me that way," she added.

"Good, I like you horny," I told her. "I like the way you make me feel, the way I'm feeling right now in fact, about to shoot off a big fucking hot load!"

"A big one?" She asked hopefully.

"Oh yeah, real big. Real big and messy too. I'm going to squirt all over everything, you're going to see cum dripping off everywhere after I do too," I assured her. Whether I actually did or didn't was beside the point, the image I'd just painted for her was an obscene one as she saw it in her mind's eye. To my surprise she slipped her hand down the waistband of her shorts again.

"Make it squirt," she told me. "I want to see you come over everything," she then added. "I want to see my son's sperm dripping from the ceiling even," she laughed hotly, obviously aroused once again at her own decadent remark.

"Oh yeah, all over everything I assured her, and then felt it as it began, telling her I was. "Here it comes mom, going to squirt for you...going to fucking come over everything!"

I nearly did too. Suddenly my cock lurched, sperm flying out of the tip in a two-foot long spray that actually did hit the front windshield and dashboard. I continued jerking it, though now aiming it more back towards myself where the next several lengthy spurts of my cock-cream landed against my black tee shirt. The effect of which was rather obscene as well, white lines of my spunk outlined against the dark color of my shirt as I offloaded the rest of my creamy joy-juice against myself.

"Wow, you weren't kidding!" She said as she removed her fingers from between her legs, now reaching over as she attempted to swipe up a bit of my cream off my shirt. "You're a mess," she laughed. "Obviously...you're going to need to change your clothes before we get there," she added.

"Yeah, I'll pull over at the rest stop and do that. It's only a few miles away from here," I reminded her. "Besides...now I need to pee too."

"Ditto, same here," she said now putting her blouse back on, though I was pleased to see she hadn't put her bra back on as well. She looked over noticing my smile as she did that. "What's the point? No doubt...you'll be wanting to look at them again after we stop. But...after we do that, I think it's time I told you what I was planning on telling you. After I do that, you might not be as inclined to want to stare at my tits," she informed me.

"I doubt that mom," I responded. "There's nothing you can tell me that's going to either shock or offend me," I stated.

"Yeah well, we'll see."

I didn't push it, content to wait until after we'd gotten back out onto the road once again to see what it was she was willing to finally share with me.

**

After we had both peed, and I had changed clothes and gotten on the road again, mom sat for a moment trying to decide how to best tell me what she had to say.

"Go ahead mom...just spill it," I told her. "Nothing you could say will change the way I feel about you," I informed her. She looked at me hopefully, but I could see fear and worry in her eyes even so.

"I hope not," she began taking a deep breath before letting it out. "Your Aunt and I...we ah...well you see Jack, ever since we were young we've been close, really close."

"Yeah? So?" I said interrupting her, though to be honest about it, I was enjoying this. "You and Aunt Susan have always been close," I continued.

"That's not quite what I meant by that," she now said. "What I meant was, we've been intimately close, especially lately." She paused looking towards me trying to gage my reaction to that.

"So what you're telling me is, the two of you have been lovers?"

Now she turned her head away, unwilling to look at me as she answered. "Yes...we have been, more so since she and your Uncle divorced, since your father passed away."

"I had an idea you were," I announced now surprising her as she immediately turned her head back towards me, inquisitively asking.

"When did you decide that? When did you first think we might have?"

Once again I had little to go on, one or two things that now came to mind that had even then only hinted at something, though nothing specific. One of which was well back many years ago, but I decided against using that as an example, though once again bluffing as I mentioned it as though occurring more recently. I knew in doing that, it was a fairly safe bet, couldn't imagine it was the first or the last time I'd seen it happen, or that Aunt Susan had done it perhaps.

"Remember when I came home for that week right out of Boot Camp?" Mom nodded her head. Aunt Sue had made the trip down to stay with us for a few days while I was home. Once again reminding myself how Jill had refused to come with her, even though she was still home at the time. She'd used the excuse that someone needed to stay behind and take care of the horses, though I knew she was still very upset with me.

"I remember that much," mom stated though it was obvious she was searching her memory for anything else that had happened. I now knew there had, but I still had to be cautious in what I actually said I had seen.

"I remember coming downstairs after taking my shower, you two were in the kitchen doing the dinner dishes together."

I saw her eyes open wide at that as she tried to recall anything they had done or said, still thinking me up in my room. Seeing that, I once again knew I was on to something and decided to pursue it.

"I had just reached the doorway when I heard the two of you giggling as you stood there at the sink. Aunt Sue then said something, most of which I didn't catch because she was whispering, but it had something to do with what she was planning on doing to you later on in your bedroom." I knew by her response, it was close enough to whatever truth there was that she bought it.

"But then I saw Aunt Sue slip her hand down the backside of your pants, fondling your ass, and then I suspected there had been a lot more going on than either one of you would ever admit to."

That I had seen, but again it had been years ago. I could only hope it wasn't the only time she'd ever done that. But by mom's reaction it appeared that she had, or had at least done something similar to that anyway.

"I always was worried about you overhearing or seeing something," Mom said though she looked a bit more relaxed now in admitting it. "I guess I should have known better," she said blushing. "What else did you see or overhear?" she now asked.

Having gone this far with it, I decided to press my luck. "Well, later on that night, now curious as to what I thought might be going on, I waited until the two of you had gone to bed, then I snuck out of my room stood outside the door of your room listening. Sure enough, I could hear you two just well enough to know what was going on. The way you both giggled, the pleasured sighs and moans and groans coming from inside your bedroom, pretty much confirmed for me that the two of you were involved with one another sexually."

Now mom was seriously blushing. "I'm so sorry Jack that you found out about it like that. Were you angry? Shocked? Upset?"

I smiled at her. "Not at all mom...if anything, it made me horny just thinking about it, which is when I made up my own mind to eventually try seducing you. I knew then I wanted to be with you as well, though the thought of possibly being with you and Aunt Sue was something I very often entertained doing too."

"Jack, I'm not sure that's such a very good idea," she told me. "And I'm not too sure your Aunt would even entertain something like that either."

Had it not been for the fact I knew a lot more than she thought I knew, I might not even have brought the subject up. But judging by her response, she was either reluctant to include me, or perhaps actually nervous about telling Aunt Susan that we'd already done as much as we had. Which I then brought up as we sat discussing it further.

"So I take it you're not planning on telling her about us then." It was obvious my comment had caught her off guard. She opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it as she obviously knew I was well aware she and Aunt Sue never kept any secrets from one another.

"No...I was, part of the reason for my coming up here," she told me. "It's just that...I don't want to spring everything on her at once."

"So you'll at least think about it then, asking her if I can at least watch the two of you."

Once again she looked a little bewildered sitting there, actually considering what I'd just asked her to do. "Maybe, let's see how it goes," she said. "I'm sure she'll be in a bit of a state of shock when I tell her what we have done. Best to let that sink in for a bit before surprising her with anything else."

I let it ride, I'd pretty much planted the seed and suggestion, and knew that I could, and most likely would steer things in that direction anyway. All I needed to do now was be patient myself, and wait for the more appropriate opportunity to bring it all up again.

"So, Jill's still upset with me is she?" I said changing the subject. And though it wasn't necessarily a good subject to be bringing up, it had for the moment at least, temporarily let mom off the hook.

"Perhaps, though Sue and I haven't really discussed it much, not after you left to ship out overseas anyway," she told me. "But yes, she still may be, especially as this is a holiday weekend for her, and she's decided to remain there at school rather than coming down for a visit, which she'd decided to do once she heard we were coming up."

I was once again taken back to that night so long ago now. Knowing that we had news, but not yet knowing what it was, my Aunt Sue had gone about preparing one of my favorite dinners for the evening. Opening a couple of bottles of really nice wine to go with it, we had soon settled down to eat, though just before doing that was when I made my announcement, that I had joined the service and would be leaving for boot camp in just a few days time.

The look on Jill's face said it all. She was shocked, hurt and for whatever reason, angry with me in just hearing about it now. So much so, she had gotten up from the table and headed straight for her bedroom where she stayed for the next hour or so, much to everyone's surprise. I think her reaction left more hints and clues about us than anything ever could, though at the time, I had no idea mom and my aunt where well aware of our intimate activities.

When she finally did come down again, dinner was of course over, and somewhat less than what it had been meant to be. Still sitting outside drinking the wine, Jill had joined us, downing two glasses one right after the other almost immediately.

"You'd best slow down Jill," her mother had cautioned, though she now well knew the reason why she was so upset. "Otherwise you'll make yourself sick, and I for one am not going to clean up after you if you do!"

She had in fact slowed down after that, and finally drew me off to one side as we went for a walk in order to talk privately and alone.

"Why didn't you tell me you would be leaving soon?" She asked.

"Would it have made any difference?"

"It might have...yes."

"So in other words, had I told you I'd signed up, you and I wouldn't have done what we did earlier, is that it?"

"I don't know...maybe. I know I'd certainly have been mad at you then, so probably not."

"Then damn glad I didn't!" I said taking her into my arms, kissing her deeply, which she responded to initially before placing her hands on my chest, pushing me back.

"Damn you Jack!" She said stepping back, folding her arms over her breasts as she stood there glaring at me. "You're either going to get yourself killed over there, or you're going to end up meeting, and then marrying some woman, get her pregnant and come back with a baby...if you're not already dead by then," she said once again.

I honestly don't recall ever seeing her this angry before. "I have no intention of getting myself killed. I'm no hero for one thing. And for another, I seriously doubt I'll see any action. I'm assigned to the communications area, we won't be anywhere's near the main fighting."

"The main fighting," she said once again stamping her foot, tossing her arms into the air as she wheeled on me. "But you could still get shot at!" She exclaimed.

"So could you Jill. Some idiot postal clerk could go ballistic and shoot you in the head when you went in to buy stamps. There's just as much of a chance of that happening, as it would be for me."

She wasn't buying it however, and finally burst into tears, once again running back down the dirt road we'd been walking on, and then into the house. I could only stand there watching her go, and slowly began walking back.

**

I had actually gotten mom in a better mood again as I slowly steered the conversation back around to her and her sister. Eventually, I got her to tell me some of the things they had done growing up together, the first time they ever had, what they did, how they felt about it afterwards. Eventually she was sharing with me a few of their really intimate private naughty moments when they'd done things with one another neither one of them had ever even considering doing before.

Needless to say, I was aroused once again, my cock again out of my pants as I sat there fondling it, much to her delight.

"We're only a few miles from the turn off," she told me as she made ready to tuck her tits back into her bra again. I had indeed managed to get her to show them to me again, though even better, sitting up once just enough to flash a trucker coming the other way. He had noticed her doing so fairly early on, each one of us actually slowing as we passed one another, giving us several long blasts from his horn as we passed.

Yeah, mom indeed was in a much better mood, and horny again herself.

"Maybe you'd better start thinking about putting that thing away."

"What I'm thinking about, is putting it away inside you," I told her, though she once again gave me a look that told me that was still as yet an area she wasn't quite comfortable with.

"Now Jack...you promised."

"Yes I did, but I didn't promise not to think about it, or fantasize about doing it now did I?"

"Well no, but still...you know that if you keep suggesting it, that not knowing how I feel about actually doing something like that, still bothers me."

"Bothers you? Or makes you horny thinking about it? Like it does me?" I asked waggling my rock-hard cock back and forth at her with my hand. She grinned watching me as I did that, as well as when I squeezed it again, producing a nice thick fat droplet of precum from the tip.

We were just then reaching the turn off, less than two miles away now from my Aunts small little ranch.

"You'd better zip up," she said once again now straightening herself, ensuring she wouldn't look like we had in fact just rolled out of bed together.

"Are you kidding? How? No fucking way I can zip this thing back inside my pants again as hard as it is, not until I've at least come again anyway."

We were less than a mile now from the drive leading up to the house. Coming around a small bend in the road, the main house now easily visible over the rise as we did so. 

"Pull over before anyone sees us!" She suddenly shouted. I quickly hit the brakes steering the car over beneath a group of trees, effectively shielding us from the house where we were.

"What have you got in mind?" I asked leering at her.

"Making you little again...well, you know...sort of little anyway, at least enough that you don't meet your Aunt with your cock sticking out like that. Still not sure how she'd really react to that. Come on."

Opening her car door she stepped out. At least parked where we were, we could see traffic approaching us from either side. At the moment none was, but then again there was only Aunt Sue and one or two other neighbors that would ever travel this road in the first place.

I got out as well, now walking around to her side of the car, my dick still sticking straight out in front of me as I did.

"Wish to hell I had a camera," she laughed. "That actually looks naughty as hell!"

"Wish I'd had one with you sitting there in the car masturbating, your tits sticking out, that was pretty fucking hot too!"

She was now standing in front of me, holding my prick in her hand jerking me off.

"No, suck it," I told her. "I want to cum in your mouth!"

"Here?"

"Yes...here!" I demanded grinning wickedly towards her. Once again mom looked down both sides of the highway, but there were no cars in sight. She then looked towards the house well over a mile away still. But unless Aunt Sue just happened to be outside standing on her deck, looking at us through a pair of binoculars, I highly doubted she was even aware we were close by. Though if she was, she'd certainly recognize mom's car and wonder at what the fuck we were doing. The thought of that made me throb as mom knelt down in front of me, taking my dick into her mouth and proceeded to suck it.

It didn't take long. I was way too horny for one thing, and her mouth felt too heavenly for another. Within inside of a minute, I was shooting off inside her mouth as she sucked me down, draining out every last precious drop, even then gently, sweetly still sucking the tip long after I had finished climaxing, almost reluctant now for me to actually put it away.

She finally stood licking her lips. "You still have some of your water left?" She asked me.

I knew what she wanted and why. But I had another idea in mind for that too.

"You'll have to wait on that," I told her. She looked at me curiously as she slipped back inside the car.

"Why?"

"Because I want to see you kiss Aunt Sue with my cum remnants still inside your mouth," I told her.

"Jack!"

I was serious however and told her so, even going so far as to pour out the last of my bottle on the ground before tossing it in back.

"You're not serious! I can't kiss Sue with...with...your sperm in my mouth, she'll taste it!"

"That's the whole point mom," I said leering at her even more. "She won't know what it is anyway, even if she does wonder at first. But it will be a story you can tell her about later after she's learned the truth about us. Think of it that way."

"You're a really naughty boy...you know that?"

"Yeah, and you're a pretty naughty girl yourself. Now...are we ready to go say hello to Aunt Sue?"

**

It was good to see my Aunt again after so long. She was indeed standing outside on her deck as we drove up the long drive to her house, waving at us as she did so. By the time we pulled up in front however, she had come downstairs and was waiting for us there.




Mom's Diaries



"Give her a nice naughty little kiss for me," I told mom winking at her. Even if she didn't have any cum in her mouth, I wondered if indeed Aunt Sue would be able to taste or smell mom's "penis breath".

Mom just shook her head, though I noticed a quirky little upturn on her lip as she turned from me and opened the door on her side of the car stepping out. I quickly joined her as we walked over to where my Aunt was patiently waiting for us. 

Though she didn't exactly slip my Aunt the tongue as they greeted one another affectionately, I did see more of an open-mouthed kiss being exchanged between them. My Aunt's eyes popping open as she did, even though it was still very brief. As they parted I saw a bit of a flush spread into her cheeks as she finally turned towards me stepping into my arms for a hug. I did so, feeling her magnificent breasts pressing into my chest before I leaned forward likewise now kissing her in greeting. In the past, it would have been more of a quick pursed lips kiss, but I too took the opportunity to open my lips a bit more fully, smiling inwardly when she accepted the kiss allowing her own lips to part in greeting my own. I thought briefly about slipping her a little tongue, but then decided not to push it, though I did hold the kiss a bit longer than what might have normally been expected.

"Whew, well now...you've certainly grown up a lot," Aunt Sue said stepping back, her face even more red now than it had been. "You learn that in the service too?" She wondered.

"You might say that," I grinned back at her now noticing that two very hard firm points were poking out through the material of her tight fitting tee shirt, and could tell from that, along with the feel of her soft firm breasts as they had pressed against me that she hadn't been wearing a bra. Though I also knew most of the time while on the ranch, she usually didn't.

Mom and I soon after followed her inside where we went upstairs on the sun deck where she'd made iced-tea for us and sat sipping that, catching up for a bit before Aunt Sue announced they should probably run into town and stock up on some provisions for our stay.

As we sat there chatting, I had learned with Jill's being away upstate at the College she was attending, Aunt Sue had hired on a part-time hand to feed and take care of the horses every day. As the two of them made ready to head into town, I used that as an excuse to walk over to the stables to check in on the horses myself, especially as Aunt Sue had ended up purchasing a new horse, a young Gelding that she said was highly spirited and from good stock.

I noticed upon reaching the barn, and then climbing into the loft, that Jill's makeshift little room she had made was no longer there. All the hay bales had been removed, broken down or scattered. I wondered if she had purposely done so herself. Just seeing that however made me realize just how angry she had truly been with me. A fact now confirmed by her refusal to even come down for a visit over the long holiday weekend.

By the time I had walked back, Mom and Susan were just leaving, once again I gave them each another kiss, full on the lips and had even briefly tickled my Aunt's lips with the tip of my tongue, causing her to giggle and shake her head in surprise at my newfound boldness.

"We shouldn't be gone any longer than a couple of hours," they informed me. "When we get back, we'll fire up the BBQ and cook up some nice steaks for your first dinner here," my Aunt said once again blushing slightly. I stood watching them drive off, and then made my way upstairs to the bedrooms. Mom of course would again be sleeping in Aunt Sue's bedroom with her just like she always had when we'd come for a visit. Entering the room, I immediately spotted mom's special travel bag where she kept her diaries. Leaving the new one alone, I quickly grabbed the previous one to that and took it outside up on the deck with me where I could watch for their return and have plenty of time to secret the book away again should they return earlier than expected. As mom wrote in a two-year diary, I knew it would contain the dates that I was most interested in reading at the moment. Within seconds I had settled comfortably in my chair, fresh Ice-tea sitting beside me, and located the exact date I knew I had lost my virginity on.

I began reading, noting as I did, because she had written so much over those past few days that she had included the time in her writing having come back to it later on the next day.

"As I lay here in bed, Sue in the shower, my mind can clearly see my sister's nude body as she stands there washing herself. I am half tempted to go in and join her, wanting to capture again the torrid pleasures we shared and gave to one another last night. On the other hand, I am left feeling somewhat guilty because of it. The ardor we experienced, the excitement...all born out of the erotic intensity the two of us had secretly witnessed as Jack and Jill made love for the very first time."

As I continued to read, mom wrote in explicit detail of the events as they'd occurred that very night. How I had gone outside to sleep on the old couch, a bit angry now myself at Jill's sudden anger towards me. My frustration at that keeping me awake. My Aunt and mother awake themselves, playing...teasing one another though trying to do so quietly when they heard the footsteps of Jill coming down the hall stopping briefly outside their door listening before moving on. They had remained quiet as she did so, waiting until she had passed heading down stairs before sneaking out onto the deck, which encircled the upper level of the house.

Still naked themselves, they had hidden themselves away around one side, clearly able to peer down into the yard where I lay, and where Jill wearing nothing but the sheer baby doll nightgown I had seen her in briefly before, approached me almost stealthily. Wide awake, I had pretended sleep as she approached, now standing over me looking down just as I clearly remembered myself, looking up at her through half closed eyes, snoring as though asleep, watching her. It was curious to be sitting here reading about it, my mother's notes and thoughts capturing that very moment.

Jill had stood there for the longest time just looking down at me. At one point I saw her half turn as though having made a decision to go back inside the house. It was then however that I pulled the top cover away from myself, showing her as I did that I was indeed awake, naked, and by now fully erect. 

She hesitated only briefly before lifting her nightgown up and over her head, likewise removing her panties tossing them off to one side. She had done all of this silently without uttering a single word to me. I smiled in reading that, hearing through mom's own words how she described the very scene. I again smiled to myself, wondering if she knew I still had Jill's panties, and that I had in fact used them to masturbate myself with on several occasions since then.

Now naked herself, Jill climbed up onto the couch with me, positioning herself over my hard stiff cock. I remembered thinking, wondering what she was doing, and half suspecting her intent though we again hadn't spoken a single word to one another. I felt her hand reaching down, grasping my prick, rubbing it against herself briefly, masturbating her pussy with it. She was already wet, so moist as I felt the pearly dew of her cunt lips licking and kissing my shaft. But when she placed the tip of my cock at her opening, I knew then her intent, and what it was she truly now wanted from me. I was prepared to go slow, help to ease this first coupling for either of us in the best way that I could. Needless to say, I was surprised and actually quite shocked when upon having positioned me, she simply thrust down against me with all her might. The pain for her must have been shocking, and far more avoidable. But she had made the determination that there would be no slow going, no hesitation or getting used to it before I'd fully broken through her hymen. In one split second, she was a virgin, and then not. Same as me.

She had in fact bled considerably from the forceful tearing of her hymen as she speared herself on my shaft, soaking the sheets. Though I hadn't realized to what extent that she had until after waking up the following morning, the sunlight just then reaching my face, revealing the carnage we had left from the night before.

She had taken a few moments in getting used to the searing pain, before finally beginning to ease herself up and down on my shaft, eventually finding some pleasure in it though I knew she had perhaps actually injured herself in the process, more so than what I felt could have been so easily avoided. To my amazement however, we had fucked in that position until the two of us came, almost simultaneously. She had rolled off me after that, permitting me to spoon her from behind. I had held her close, kissing her neck, my hands only then kneading and massaging her young breasts as I stiffened once more, re-entering her where we made love once again. This time it was less urgent, far more softly as we coupled there on the oversized couch beneath the stars. She again climaxed, as did I moments after that for the second time, now holding her closely against me, my prick still impaled within her, though I soon after fell asleep. I awoke, finding her gone, the bloodstained sheets now dry, and Jill now sequestered back inside her room. I hadn't seen her since.

"Sue and I had watched the two of them fuck, wordlessly, almost silently, save for a few undeniable grunts and groans of pleasure as my son speared my niece's cunt over and over again. My guilt coming from the fact that both Sue and I knew this was their first coupling, we had seen the two of them give one another their virginities, as evidenced by the bloodstained sheets Sue had found in the laundry the next day. We had openly stood there watching them, standing side-by-side fingering one another, reaching our own pleasures at almost the precise moment they had. It had been all either one of us could do to hold back from crying out ourselves, seeing the two of them as they came together as one. As they lay motionless out there on the couch, Sue and I once again slipped back into her room, where we pleasurably fucked one another with the double-dildo she had, fantasizing perhaps that it was my son's cock doing so to us. Sue at one point had even cried out Jack's name in the throes of her third, or was it perhaps her forth pleasure of the night? Even I lost track myself, admittedly climaxing with the image of my own son's face inside my head. My son's hands clenching down on my breasts, pulling my nipples, his beautiful erect cock spilling his seed inside my pussy, bathing my womb. As I lay here writing this, remembering, the sound of my sister still showering, I had once again taken the dildo we had fucked one another with the night before, doing so again. My legs spread obscenely, pummeling myself with the fake prick, imagining Jack between my legs, fucking me wildly until the two of us exploded in a mutual combined ecstasy.

How will I ever bare the secret and this shame of wanting to fuck my own son? It must remain my own tempting secret, and one in which I can never allow myself to act upon."

Once again I smiled upon reading that, remembering the night, more details now coming forth of things that had happened, which up until now, I had not been fully aware of. I was indeed aroused, my cock aching for release as I ventured back inside the house briefly, pulling from a zippered compartment inside my travel bag, those blue sheer bikini panties that Jill had worn. I then made another quick stop, easily locating a pair of my Aunts from her drawer, and then a pair of mom's from her suitcase, taking all three back outside with me. Undressing until I was fully naked, enjoying the warmth of the sunshine on my skin, I then proceeded to pleasure myself with all three pairs of panties. I was indeed enjoying the subtle differences of each as I used them to tease my shaft with. In my mind, I saw all three women, naked together, fucking each one of them in turn as they knelt down on all fours, side by side.

I was still hovering on the edge, only moment's away from climaxing when I saw my Aunt's truck just then reaching the turn off of the long drive back to the house. I came, spurting copious amounts of my cream into all three pairs of panties, enjoying the somewhat dangerous moment as I did so before quickly standing up and retreating back inside the house long before they would have spotted me. Putting mom's diary back where it belonged first, I then slipped into my own room, stuffing away my three soiled treasures for use again later at another time. My arousal however still heightened as I began contemplating my next seductive moves for later on that same evening.

**

Unfortunately, things didn't quite work out the way I had hoped for. By late afternoon it was obvious we were in for a fairly good storm. The skies had begun darkening severely, and as Aunt Sue had informed me upon their return, the weather reports and warnings even spoke of potentially damaging winds that same evening. We had put the BBQ on hold temporarily, using the time instead to shutter the windows, gather up plenty of spare flashlights and candles in the event we lost power. Aunt Sue said that in fairly severe storms, she usually did, though if the outage lasted too long, she did have a backup generator, which I double-checked to ensure it was still working properly, which it was.

We sat inside the house watching the gathering storm, the peels of thunder and lightning gradually increasing until the howling winds, and rain soon began beating against the windows. The lightning was far more severe than we had realized it might be, causing my Aunt Sue to become concerned with the horses, especially as the newest Gelding she had recently purchased was so skittish. Hearing her worried concern, I then told her I'd run out to the barn and the stables and check on all of them, and stay for a time if I had to, calming the horses if I could. I saw the look of appreciation in her eyes for offering to do that, but knew as I did, whatever plans I had made would have to wait for a while before I could make any attempt to fulfill them.

Though I had thrown on a thick covering rain slicker, by the time I had finally reached the barn and the stables, the rain was coming down in sheets, blowing sideways. I had still managed to get wet, cursing myself as I stood there shaking myself off. The Gelding was indeed prancing about inside his stable nervously, and I stood there holding onto his rope, soothingly stroking his nose listening to the sounds of thunder and lightning outside. Across the way I could see the house, though seconds later another big clap of nearby thunder, with instantaneous lightning, told me just how close that one had hit. Sure enough, the lights immediately went out in the house, now throwing it into darkness and totally obscuring it from my view. I knew mom and my aunt would soon be scrambling to light the candles, and now stood waiting inside the darkened barn for the worst of it to pass. I thought briefly of trying to find a lantern, lighting it, but with the horse already nervous enough as it was, I didn't dare let go of the rope, just barely managing to keep him calmed down enough as it was. All I could do was to stand there with my flashlight, the only source of lighting that I had at the time. At least with it being a fairly rapid moving storm, I didn't figure I'd be out there for too long at least, and decided to remain where I was until the worst of it had passed, or the horse no longer appeared ready to kick down the fence surrounding his stable, or injure himself by trying to jump over it.

Another bright flash of light, which literally filled the sky, caused me to glance up in the direction of the door. As I looked I saw what appeared at first to be an apparition, the silhouette of someone standing there, likewise encased in a thick rain slicker from head to foot. At once, I thought it was my aunt coming out to check on the horses herself and even on me perhaps as bad as the thunder and lightning still was. With the sudden darkness I could barely even make out her approach as she started to walk towards me. I thought about shining the light in her direction, but decided against it, as she'd soon reach me anyway.

"Aunt Sue?" I asked, though I received no response. I waited a moment more until the apparition took on shape, the yellow rain coat she was wearing now giving evidence to her person as she reached up, now lowering the head covering. I was surprised to find myself staring at Jill as she lowered the hood revealing her face. "Jill?"

"Surprise," she said almost offhandedly, still sounding a little distant. "I decided to drive down for the weekend after all," she informed me. "Just got here a few minutes ago in fact, which is when mom told me you'd come out here to check on the horses, thought I'd do so myself, since it's been a while now since I've even seen them...or you," she added as an afterthought. 

"I'm glad you did," I told her, unmoving still as I wasn't sure how she'd respond to me as yet should I make any sudden untoward moves. I needn't have worried however, as with the next sudden thunderclap, she was suddenly in my arms, not afraid of the thunder or the storm, just using that as an excuse to suddenly embrace me perhaps, which is what she now did.

Before I even knew what was happening, her lips were on mine, kissing me fiercely, and I now kissing her back. 

"I'm still pissed at you, you know," she told me pressing herself against me. I laughed, easing the tension a little.

"Well at least you're still not so mad you didn't kiss me. Though I'm still a bit pissed at you too from hiding from me, not seeing you to say goodbye when after I had left. Not to mention the fact, you never wrote me once, never returned any of my letters I sent you, so I stopped writing."

"I know...and I did write you back too, I just never sent them." Suddenly she produced a fairly good bundle of letters she had secured together with ribbon, handing them to me. "See? Like I said...I did write, just never mailed them."

Once again I drew her back into my arms, kissing her again. "You tore down our room," I said looking up towards the loft.

"Yeah, I did. Didn't want to have it as a reminder to me. Bad enough I still see the couch, but...I'm over it now. You're back, you didn't die."

"Nope...I didn't. Didn't get married or bring back any babies with me either," I now added, catching a smile on her face at hearing that.

"Good thing, or I would have killed you myself," she informed me, and then removed her raincoat. She was as naked as the day she was born beneath it. Once again she stood there silently letting me enjoy the view. Another sound of thunder followed by lightning, though this time off in the distance informed us the storm was quickly moving away. "Fuck me," she now said. "Right here...right now, fuck me!"

I spread her rain slicker on the ground along with my own over on a pile of hay used to feed the horses. The storm was calming down enough that not only the Gelding, but the rest of the horses seemed much calmer themselves. With only the flashlight to see by, I propped it up just enough in order to better highlight her with, as I now stood above her removing my clothes as she lay there beneath me.

"Won't we be missed?" I asked.

"No, your mom and mine know where we are...and mostly likely what we'll be doing too," she stated. "There's a lot I need to tell you about, things you need to know...but not now, perhaps tomorrow when we can be alone again, sit down and talk about it."

"Like what?" I said asking anyway.




Mom's Diaries



"Tomorrow," she said again letting me know there would be no further hints or conversation about it tonight anyway. "Just fuck me Jack, fuck me hard and fast, I've missed you."

Having shed my own clothing by now, I knelt down between her legs as she opened them widely in order to receive me. I again kissed her, my hands quickly locating her slightly fuller breasts as I held them, feeling the hardness of her extended nipples filling my hands.

"Have these gotten a bit bigger?" I asked still molding them together. She giggled pleasurably as I did so. 

"Maybe, a little anyway," she sighed as I took each of them together into my mouth, sucking them jointly. Something I wouldn't have been able to do when I had seen her last.

"Not just a little," I added still mouthing the two of them. "A lot! And they look as beautiful as ever, if not more so," I said; now feeling her hand as it wrapped itself around the length of my shaft. She began rubbing her slit up and down with it, teasing herself as I continued sucking her breasts. I could feel the moisture of her pussy collecting, smearing my shaft as she continued masturbating herself with my cock.

"Please Jack, fuck me," She half begged once again. I made no effort to spear her with my shaft however, now looking down as she held it.

"Put it in," I told her still looking. "Just like you did the first time, put it inside your pussy for me, let me feel you slip it inside yourself." She now did so, her hand finally releasing it as I felt the head slip inside, her lips swallowing it like a hungry mouth. Her hands now coming up to dig into the backside of my own ass, and then almost identically as she had done before, she lurched forwards, her cunt engulfing me in one fell swoop. This time at least, she was no longer a virgin, so there was no searing stab of pain, just pure unadulterated pleasure for each of us as her slick, yet tight wet pussy gobbled me inside her.

"Oh yes Jack yes! Fuck me, fuck my cunt...fuck my pussy, fuck me...fuck me...fuck me!"

It wasn't without a great deal of effort that I somehow managed to control myself from spilling my seed inside her prematurely as good as her pussy felt. Minutes later she climaxed, still digging her fingernails into my ass, nearly causing me to release when she did. As though sensing my own impending orgasm, she merely said, "Go ahead Jack...squirt inside me, I'm safe." Upon hearing that, I began doing so, feeling the incredible release as I began spurting inside her, filling her pussy to overflowing with my pent up release.

We lay for some time together merely holding one another, the sounds of the storm well off in the distance, even the rain no longer coming down in buckets though it continued to drizzle.

"We should probably go back before mom really does come looking for us," she told me.

"Yeah, you're probably right, and even though they do know what we're doing out here, I'm not sure we should flaunt it in front of them either." Jill laughed at that however, answering me back.

"Oh, you might be surprised at that too," she told me, and then seriously added looking into my eyes. "You do know, they are also lovers now too yes?"

"Yeah, I know. I've known that myself for a while now," I said surprising her a little as she nodded her head in response.

"How do you feel about that?" She asked. "Does it bother you any?"

"No...does it bother you?"

She smiled by way of an answer. "At first...but no longer," she told me. 

"What made you change your mind about that? About me?" I now asked. But she again headed me off.

"Tomorrow, we'll talk about all that tomorrow Jack. Like I said, there's a few other things you now need to hear and know since you left. But I'm not sure I've screwed up enough courage to do that yet. So at least give me tonight in order to do so."

"Ok," I said simply, and then helped her to stand as she slipped back into her raincoat, as I did. And then together hand in hand as we once did so very long ago, we walked back in the direction of the main house just as the lights came back on again.

**

Once we got back, we sat up talking long into the night, catching up on simple things, most of which was about Jill's time at school, and some of my own experiences overseas, though I noticed when doing that, Jill's frown had returned, so I left off in saying too much, more content to hear about her life. Now late, we finally decided to turn in, though I had caught more than one fleeting glance in my direction as we all prepared to retire to bed. I actually half expected for Jill to invite me to her room, though she didn't, then expecting her to perhaps sneak down to my own room later on, which again...she didn't.

Though mom did.

I had just come out of the bathroom from brushing my teeth, shaving, and of course peeing before bed. Mom was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for me, wearing a simple evening shift that was fairly transparent. Enough so, that I could see the dark shape of her nipples through it, in addition to the fact they were also fairly hard pressing against it.

"So...you and Jill kiss and make up?" she asked smiling at me as I walked in, naked...

The fact that I was didn't surprise her, I think she was half expecting it, or in fact actually hoping for it, and I made no move to cover myself or feign awkwardness. "More or less," I grinned at her, letting her know as I did we'd certainly done at least that. "Though she did tell me there was something else I should know, but she wouldn't tell me exactly what that was."

I saw a knowing look come into mom's eyes as I said that, and knew then she obviously knew what that was, though she made no effort to say anything more about it. "Yes well, I am sure the two of you will have a lot of catching up to do after all this time. Almost glad in a way we didn't have the BBQ tonight, so we can now do that tomorrow night with Jill here joining us."

I finished toweling off, doing so right in front of my mother as her eyes dropped down, watching my cock as it flopped back a forth a bit, simultaneously growing a little too as I stood there looking at her, looking at me.

"Anyway, just wanted to come in and say goodnight, see if there might be anything you needed before turning in."

"Like what?" I asked grinning at her.

"Something to drink?" She offered.

I frowned without really frowning. "Oh...I thought you were offering something else perhaps," I told her as my cock continued to stiffen, almost fully hard by now.

"Like what?" She now asked, her nipples if anything even harder than they were before.

"Oh, I don't know...how about a nice little blow job to help me sleep, you can in fact invite Aunt Sue in to help you with that if you'd like," I teased her.

"I'm sure you'd like that too wouldn't you?" She said licking her lips, still staring at my cock. "Though I will tell you this," Mom said. "Your Aunt said she was half tempted to sneak into your room later herself, especially after I finally told her that you and I had fooled around a little bit ourselves."

"You did? You finally told her? What did she think about that?" I now asked her curiously.

Mom laughed. "She said she wasn't at all surprised, and thought that we might have by now, said she was expecting it, especially after what alls been going on between the two of us, and your knowing about that now. Anyway, she then told me she was envious of the two of us, meaning me and Jill, though I also told her...we hadn't fucked, and most likely never would do."

"Don't go closing the door on that one yet mother," I told her. "You never know. Just possible that I might end up in bed with the two of you one day."

"That's what your Aunt said," Mom blushed trying to laugh it off somewhat.

"She did? Really?" I laughed. "Now that would be interesting...perhaps sharing a bed with all three of you."

"In your dreams," mom responded. 

Now fully erect, I walked over to where she was sitting, all but stabbing her in the face with my prick. "Well, in lieu of that, how about you give me a nice little suck off here before bed then?"

Mom glanced nervously back towards the door, as though expecting either my Aunt, or perhaps Jill to come walking in any second. With my cock only inches away from her face however, she suddenly wrapped her mouth around it, sucking it vigorously. "Just don't take forever tonight," she told me pulling on it hotly. If I'm gone too long, one or both just might in fact come looking for me.

"I assure you mom...I won't," I said looking down, watching her lips so beautifully wrapped around my cock as I began squirting off into her mouth minutes later. But I was almost half tempted to do that, and see if they would.

**

It had been a long time since Jill and I had gone out shortly after sunrise to feed and care for the horses. It felt good doing that with her again too. After we'd finished we headed back towards the stables to muck them out, the only part of the job I didn't much care for. But within short order, the two of us had placed down fresh straw and were ready to head back to the house for breakfast. We'd also discussed the possibility of taking a ride up to the lake afterwards. It had been a long time since we had, especially as it was less than five miles away, and made for an easy yet beautiful ride. And, there was a spot that I knew would be perfect for doing a lot more than just eating a picnic lunch in too.

We had grab-assed a little while cleaning out the stalls, and I was feeling pretty horny, almost hoping for a quickie before breakfast, though Jill told me I'd have to wait. Adding to that, that we also needed to have that chat first before anything else was to occur between us. I was now more curious as to what that might be than I had been, but knowing Jill, whatever it was she had to tell me, wouldn't be said until she was ready to do so. It was also curious to note that both my mom and my Aunt seemed a bit more elusive after we'd finished breakfast, once again heading off to do something though I knew without any doubt there was no need for another trip into town. I figured they either had plans to go off somewhere by themselves, or they were just trying to give Jill and I more time alone together. But as we'd already informed them both we were heading up to the lake, I was surprised when the two of them wandered off together before I could tell either one of them we were going.

Although the ride in and of itself was pleasant enough, I was a bit surprised at how little we spoke along the way. I could see by the look in Jill's eyes she was thinking to herself, not really taking in the scenery really either, only occasionally glancing towards me, tossing me quick brief smiles whenever she did along with very few words. By the time we finally arrived, I was ready to stake her to the ground if I had to, in order to get her to tell me whatever it was that was obviously bothering her. 

"Want to go for a swim?" She had asked after we'd tethered the horses and unpacked the few things we'd brought up with us.

"Maybe later...after you've told me whatever it is you brought me up here to tell me about," I informed her. "So come on...spill it, you've kept me in suspense long enough as it is."

I could tell she was nervous, but likewise resigned by the look on her face. Whatever it was, I was about to find out.

"Ok then, I guess now is as good as time as any. But I ask you one favor...hear me out, listen to what I have to tell you before you say or do anything. Will you at least promise me that?"

I promised, wondering at what it was she had to tell me that could possibly be as bad as she seemed to think it might be.

Having obviously screwed up her courage finally, she took a deep breath and then began.

"That next night after you and Aunt Darlene had gone home, mom passed by my room and overheard me crying. Naturally she came in to talk to me, but I of course wouldn't tell her what was bothering me, or why. I didn't know it at the time of course, but obviously she already knew. That's when she told me she felt it had something to do with the two of us, that she and your mother already knew it as well...and then admitted to me they had seen us...watched us."

Quite naturally I didn't dare tell her about mom's diaries, nor that I had recently found all that out for myself.

"But when she told me they were both ok with that...and thus understood why I was so upset with your leaving and all, that's when she told me about herself and your mom. And the fact they two had been lovers for quite some time now themselves. At first, I was shocked by hearing that, even angry at first, but then realized how stupid that must have sounded, considering the fact I had so recently had sex with my own cousin. We sat holding one another crying long into the night...and then as we did, I remember feeling mom's breast pressing against my cheek. Before I knew what was even happening, I found myself caressing it, and then sucking it right through her gown. She let me for a moment, as though unsure what to think of it herself. Then she pulled away, standing up preparing to leave. I know now this seems stupid, perhaps equally as shocking for you to hear this as in finding out about your mom and mine, but because I already felt like I'd been betrayed, cast aside...even though I now know I really wasn't, the last thing I needed at that moment was to be turned away by my very own mother as well, and told her so. I know this may seem shocking to you Jack, but I needed to tell you before we did more than we already have, but I ended up making love to my mother. We spent that night, and several nights afterwards together, either in her bed, or in mine. And I came to enjoy it...a lot."

Jill waited silently for a moment trying to gage my reaction. "Jill? What you just told me doesn't shock or offend me at all. And you know why?" I now asked her.

She shook her head inquisitively. "No, why?"

"Because mom and I have been intimate too...recently in fact. And as much as I'm glad you and I have finally gotten together again, which is something I hope we'll continue to do, you also need to know...I have no intention of not being with mom again either."

It was indeed another unexpected surprise by the look on my cousin's face. She'd expected to see some sort of shock, disgust perhaps in my face, and had instead learned in the blink of an eye, that mom and I had been recently fooling around ourselves. And what's more...that I had every intention of continuing to do so, which is when she told me, she felt exactly the same way.

"So, it doesn't bother you to know this about me?" She now asked.

"Does it bother you to know this about me?" I asked her in response.

We then spoke about it at length, how we felt, the reasoning's behind it, right or wrong, but how we had each come to the conclusion and decision that it was something we both enjoyed, and wanted to continue to enjoy doing for as long as we possibly could. Having heard this, having accepted this for ourselves and for one another, we then came together again, and there on the blanket by the lake, fucked ourselves silly for the next couple of hours.

"You know, we probably should get headed back, mom and Aunt Darlene are still planning on having that BBQ this evening you know."

Which is when I came up with an idea, a rather decadent one to be sure, but one in which I thought would alleviate any and all worries or concerns that either one of our mothers might have.

"You're serious!" Jill said somewhat shocked, yet finding the idea totally to her liking, especially as she now informed me, there was still a whole lot more about her that I didn't know yet, one of which as she claimed was her wickedly decadent side, a side of herself that she had worried about revealing to me. Especially as she now enjoyed going down on women, especially her mother, and the thought of very possibly going down on her aunt, with my prick inside her, was something she had actually fantasized about doing.

"There might be one small problem with that," I informed her then. "So far at least...that's the one thing we haven't done. Mom's still a bit squeamish about doing that for some reason. And secondly, do you think your mom's told mine about the two of you yet?"

"I'm reasonably sure she has by now if she hadn't. After all...your mom's already told mine about the two of you yes? So it only stands to reason that she would have done that by now. Not at all sure how she has reacted to it, but under the circumstances, can't say there'd be too much she could react to, do you?"

"Nope!" I said grinning at her as I gave each one of her breasts another quick suck before we stood up to dress and ride back. "So, how about we do that then? See what happens...and take things from there?"

Jill agreed with me, a mischievous look on her face as we saddled up and prepared for the ride back. A ride which Jill made far more interesting as she rode back with her shirt off, her breasts bouncing up and down quite obscenely as she did. "It'll be interesting to see what happens, what they do when the two of us surprise them with this," Jill told me. "But I'll say this much Jack, even that will be fun, just in seeing what their reactions will be."

"Won't it though?" I responded, smiling to myself, already trying to imagine just what might actually happen afterwards. And fairly confident about it when I did too.

I smiled further as we finally crested the hill, Aunt Sue's place below us, the two of them sitting outside on the deck, both nude sunbathing as we headed towards them. The fact they could see Jill was riding topless, along with myself, told them both everything they needed to know, waving towards us as we reached the barn and began taking care of the horses after our ride.

**

By the time we had gotten back to the main house, they had each slipped into summer dresses. Neither one of them wearing anything beneath, which was fairly obvious as we came out onto the deck where they were still sitting enjoying a late afternoon drink together. Inviting us both to have one with them, I was pleased to see that, though neither one of them was anywhere's near being drunk, they were both at least smiling a lot, and perhaps a bit giddy. I was glad for that, as I felt it would help things along quite nicely, and perhaps make it even easier for Jill and I to do what we had agreed upon doing.

After we had finished our drinks and spent a few moments, it was Jill who suddenly brought the idea up of taking a few pictures together. And of course, mom and Aunt Sue were all for it, as it had been a while since we'd been together, or had taken anything recent. Jill raced down to her room to grab her camera, while mom and Aunt Sue readjusted their hair and makeup in preparation for that. By the time Jill returned and shot a few basic poses of everyone in combination of this, that and the other, it was time to surprise them both with a bit more wickedness than they would certainly have been prepared for.

"Jack? Mind getting one of me with your mom?" Jill had asked, which is when I knew we were about to implement our naughty surprise.

"Not at all," I told her. "And then after that, how about you getting one of me with your mom?"

Both mom and Aunt Sue thought that to be a great idea as well, and as mom now stood next to the railing there on the deck, waiting for Jill to join her, she was surprised when Jill suddenly stripped off her shirt again, now topless as she walked over to stand next to her.

"Jill! What on earth are you doing?" Aunt Sue asked, not exactly shocked, though surprised, and yet at the same time laughing about it as Jill stood next to mom with a big-assed smile on her face. "Thought might be fun to do a few sort of naughty, silly ones...just for us," she added. "Come on Aunt Darlene, do it with me, stand next to me topless, same as I am."