0 comments/ 462208 views/ 130 favorites Partying with Mom By: nasty_dan Mom and I have always been close, particularly since dad decided to run off with his twenty-eight-year old secretary. Mom was hurt at first, then the pain turned to anger. Surprisingly, though, the divorce that followed was amicable. Dad sold his construction company, which mom got half of the money and she was financially set for the rest of her life. Throughout that first six months I stayed as close to her as possible to be supportive. Even though she seemed ok I still didn't want her to be alone. A little over six months after dad left she talked me into having a party. I hadn't been out much during that time and she was afraid that I was spending too much time with her. She thought, since I was eighteen, I shouldn't have to be cooped up with a forty-two-year old woman. And she paid for the party, which we had in the basement that had been made into a recreation room a few years back. I invited ten friends, five male and five female, and all of them were popular kids from the school I had just graduated from the month before. It was my intent, which I didn't tell mom, to pair her up with one of the guys. All of the guys I know think mom is sexy so I didn't think it would be that hard to get her laid, something I knew she desperately needed. I had heard her masturbating a few times late at night. The problem was to get her in line with my thinking. Around nine that evening one of my friends, Tom, took a cue from me and suggested we all play a standby game that we'd been playing since we were thirteen. The guys write their names on a slip of paper then put the paper in a box. As you may have guessed, or maybe you've played this game, the girls draw a slip of paper from the box and that's who they get paired up with for the rest of the evening. Then the couples all go to a place somewhere around the house and spend time alone. No one is obligated to have sex but they have to be alone together in a dark place for at least an hour. As it turned out, mom's slip of paper had my name on it. I started to let her draw again but I could tell she was uncomfortable with the game so I let it stand the way it was. Because we wouldn't have to do anything, I knew she would feel better doing nothing with me. I could tell, from the faces of my friends, that they were a little disappointed in how it turned out. All six couples left the basement, then. Mom and I headed upstairs to her room where I knew she would want to be. That way no one would use her room for sex. We left the lights out and crawled onto her bed and lay there in the silence. The light from a street lamp filtered into the room so it wasn't very dark. I could see mom laying on her side looking at me. And then it hit me. My mom is really gorgeous! Slender, with short cropped black hair, smooth skin, full pouting lips and long legs. She was wearing a skirt and blouse, which didn't hide her full breasts and well-rounded hips. Then she broke the silence. "What do you think the others are doing?" "Who knows?" I shrugged. "Probably having sex," she said softly. "That's what you should be doing right now instead of being in here with me. I saw the way Jana looked at you this evening and I'll bet she wished she was with you right now." "To be honest, all of the guys really wish they were here with you right now." I could tell mom was blushing by the way she lowered her eyes momentarily. "Thanks but I'm a little old for them." "You're beautiful, mom," I blurted without thinking. Then it was my turn to be embarrassed. "Besides, I like being here with you." And I did. To my surprise, being here on mom's bed alone with her in the dark was turning me on. My cock was suddenly hard and throbbing and straining against the fabric of my slacks. For the first time in eighteen years I found my mom desirable, and I wanted her. The problem was how to go about it. Mom would no doubt have an opinion about having sex with me and I wanted to make sure that I didn't overstep my limits with her. We were laying on our sides facing each other but there was about two feet separating us. So, as nonchalantly as possible, I moved closer until there was not much room left between us. Mom didn't say a word. Only about a few inches separated our faces and we lay this way, our eyes locked together, without speaking. Finally, I gathered enough courage to kiss her. It was a light brush of my lips against hers, but it was electric. She didn't say anything and this emboldened me to take it another step. I felt like a kid on his first date. I carefully laid a hand on her hip and watched her eyes. I didn't know what was going on inside her head but there were a million bees buzzing around in mine. My breathing was labored and my pulse was very quick. I had never been this aroused before, nor wanted a woman as badly as I now wanted my mom. I thought I would explode with desire. I touched my lips to hers again and slipped the tip of my tongue just between her lips. Our eyes were still locked together as I gently caressed her lips with my tongue. I ran my hand slowly down her hip and onto her bare leg. Mom wasn't wearing pantyhose and the feel of her soft skin was exciting. When I leaned back so that our faces were again just a few inches apart I felt like I would faint with desire. "Don't you think you should be doing this with one of the other girls, Ryan?" she asked in a soft voice. Her blue eyes were on mine and looked so beautiful to me. "They didn't pick my name," I responded in a voice just as soft. "Even so...someone your own age..." Her soft voice was mixed with something I realized was lust. "What if I don't want anyone else?" I kissed her again. This time, when I slipped my tongue between her lips, I continued to push. She hesitated a fraction of a second then accepted my tongue into her mouth. I'm one of those guys who like to look into my lover's eyes when I kiss her and make love to her. And it was gratifying to find that mom's eyes didn't close and she kept them locked on mine. I kissed her softly, gently, as we lay together on her bed. I decided that mom had to know that I was turned on and I was certain that she was just as aroused. After all, she was allowing her son to French kiss her sexy mouth. I became bolder. Furtively, I unzipped my slacks then fished my cock out and took her hand. When I laid her hand on my fat, seven-inch cock she didn't move. Then, all at once, her silky long fingers wrapped around the shaft and began to slowly stroke it. I gasped softly into her mouth. "You like my cock, mom?" "Yes...It's been so...oh, so long!" "You want it in your pussy!" "I shouldn't be doing this," she gasped. "But I need a cock!" I moved my hand to her ass and pulled her hard against me. Our lips were suddenly mashed together in a wild, passionate kiss as our bodies writhed together. I pressed my cock hard against her tummy and moaned into her open mouth. I rolled mom onto her back then got on my knees between her spread legs. When I tugged at her panties, my fingers working feverishly, she raised her feet into the air as I pulled them off. Her face was filled with lust as I stared at her gaping pussy. It was magnificent. I had never seen a pussy covered with so much hair! Black and thick, it gleamed wetly with her juices. "Get your pants off, Ryan!" she hissed. "Hurry! Fuck my pussy!" I quickly shed my clothes as she quickly removed her skirt, blouse and bra. Mom and I were filled with so much fiery passion and lust that I didn't take time to admire her sexy, naked body. For the first time in my life I was in bed with my mom, naked and about to impale her gorgeous pussy with my throbbing hard cock! It was wrong and taboo by society's standards and that was probably what made it so erotic. I had always been filled with lust when I fucked a girlfriend but never to this extent. Her sexy long legs were spread wide as I lowered my cock to her gaping pussy. She grabbed my cock and quickly rubbed the head between her slick lips to lubricate it, then positioned it at her dripping fuck hole. "Ryan!" she gasped when I pushed and sank deep inside of her. "OHHHHH!" I hissed through clenched teeth. "I c-can't believe my own son is fucking me!" "Are you glad?" "Yesssss!" I supported my weight on one forearm while I grabbed a luscious tit with the other. Our lips came together again and we kissed each other with a fiery hot passion, our tongues caressing and exploring. I pinched her hard nipples, pulled and twisted them as she gasped and groaned into my mouth. It was hot! I rocked my hips hard, slamming my cock fast and deep into her pussy. She met each of my hard thrusts with a determined thrust of her own. We were wild, out of control and we couldn't get enough. I managed to get a hard nipple in my mouth and I sucked it as deep as I could. Mom's fingers combed through my hair and tiny whimpers of delight came from her mouth as I feasted on her tits. I sucked her nipples, chewed on them and loved them with enthusiasm. I took her hands in mine and stretched her arms above her head and stared into her eyes as I fucked her with long, deep thrusts. "What if one of your friends walk in?" mom grinned. I shrugged and grinned. "They would see me fucking the most beautiful woman in the world." "You wouldn't be embarrassed?" she asked with raised brow. "Actually, I wish all of them would walk in," I said truthfully. "You make me so hot, baby!" "Then tell me how much you want me to cum in your pussy!" "If you do that, you might cause a little problem," she warned. "I haven't been on the pill since your dad left." I studied her face for a moment, then said, "Would you be upset if I came inside of you?" She shook her head and smiled. "And if I make you pregnant?" "Then I'll have your baby." That did it. I continued to stare into her beautiful eyes as I picked up speed and began to slam-fuck her pussy. Our faces were twisted into masks of pure lust and desire as we writhed wildly together. Mom's tits swayed madly side to side. I locked my mouth on hers and we kissed with more intensity than I could have ever imagined possible. We groaned loud and long into each other's mouths and it wasn't long before I felt the familiar tingle in my cum-swollen balls. I saw her mouth make an O at the second I tensed and my cock exploded inside of her. We came together, our bodies jerking and convulsing until we were finally spent. We lay together, arms and legs entwined for a moment longer, then got dressed and headed for the basement. To my surprise no one knew that mom and I had just made love. Everyone thought we had simply gone to her room and spent nearly an hour talking while the others had wild, raw sex. If they only knew, I thought, as I sat down on one of the sofas. My friends all left around midnight and a couple of them even secretly told me that maybe I would have better luck next time. As far as I was concerned there would be no other time. I was keeping this woman to myself! When I shut the door as the last guest left I turned and faced mom. I didn't know what to expect. I had wondered if making love to her earlier was only a fluke and there wouldn't be a repeat. But, suddenly, she moved into my arms with a smile on her face, raised up on tiptoes and leaned her head back for a kiss. We kissed slowly but it was definitely a hot kiss and my cock was instantly hard against her tummy. "Would you like to practice a little more with making a baby in me?" she grinned. "Oh, yeah!" And we did just that. Mom and I made love until after five in the morning when we finally fell asleep in each other's arms. I came four more times, once in her mouth and three times in her luscious pussy. I don't know if it happened that night but we found out about a month later that she was pregnant with our baby. I know that world opinion is against what we have but I don't care. Five years have passed, I graduated college last year and mom and I have two beautiful children. We're happy and that's all that counts. Partying with My Sister This all started a few years ago. I can remember that first morning like it was yesterday. It was my sister's alarm clock that started it all. Yea, you can blame it on the alarm. I screwed my sister because of an alarm clock. It's a bit of a stretch, but you could say that alarm clock just provided the right moment; and that moment was when it went off one Saturday and she never turned the damn thing off. God, how could she sleep through that racket? My sister, Sabrina, was staying with me after her husband had kicked her out of their apartment. I never liked him in the first place and as much money as he didn't make, they never could afford a condo much less a real house. Now it was Saturday and her alarm was going off as she had somehow managed to turn it on last night. She didn't have the radio come on, she used that awful buzzer! The alarm was blaring away and she was sleeping like the dead. I couldn't stand it any longer and realized that she wasn't the least bit bothered by it. I got out of bed, went into her room, and turned it off - and noticed her naked little ass. What few covers she had over her wasn't covering that. She had gotten completely trashed last night and now lie sprawled out face down on her bed stark naked, save a little of the sheet over part of her back. It looked like she had removed her clothes, dropping them into a pile on the floor, and simply fallen, face down onto the bed; the lower part of her legs were still hanging off of the bed. Man, she was built. Her sexy legs were apart enough to let me see that her pussy lips were shaved clean. Her husband got tired of this? She was really a nice girl too, always trying to take care of her man - who apparently didn't want that. But, I was smart enough to realize that the image she presented to the rest of the world wasn't necessarily the one she presented to her now ex-husband - in other words, there was the possibility that he saw her as a screaming bitch. However, I still didn't like him. Now I really didn't know what she was like in bed, but from bits and pieces of conversations here and there, I gathered that she wasn't exactly a lights-out prude. I was getting a hardon just standing there looking at her naked ass. I sure wouldn't mind trying that on for a ride. I worked at a computer company and spent so much time at work that my social life was just about a complete zero. I used to have a girlfriend, but she got so tired of my not being home that she left for greener pastures - and it was a little hard to blame her. This company was getting into a habit of having one project after another go way over its projected budget and even further past its due date; as a function of which, we, the engineering staff, often got to work six days a week and sometimes nine or ten hours days. It was getting real old, and if the job market was just a little better, I probably wouldn't be there. This weekend was one of those rare occasions when I actually got two days in a row off. I just never had the time to pursue a new girlfriend. No girlfriend; no sex life - okay, other than Rosie Palmer and her five sisters, which made my sister, sexy as she is, just look all that much better. Sabrina was the office manager in some small real estate office here in the city. After being kicked out of her apartment - or his apartment - depending on how you look at it, a couple of weeks ago, she had moved in with me. It was just a temporary arrangement as she was determined to stand on her own two feet and get her own place. She was two years younger than I was, so I always thought of her as my little sister - in spite of her now being twenty-five years old. Unlike a lot of brothers and sisters, we actually got along pretty well when we were kids. She hadn't really dated much since moving in with me, but she had been out last night with a few friends. Something after two in the morning she had stumbled in and, after a bit of a ruckus in her room, the lights had gone out and the noise stopped. From the look of her now, she had managed to get her clothes off and somewhat into bed - sort of. Apparently she hadn't felt the need for a nightgown or had forgotten it in her condition. She didn't even bother to close the bedroom door, not that she often did anyway. With the racket of her alarm silenced, I went back to bed. But, after getting up to shut off her alarm and seeing her naked ass, there wasn't much chance that I was going to get back to sleep. I was horny as hell. Slapping the salami is one thing, but the real thing, a real live hot woman is... well, there's just nothing like it. I just lay there staring at the ceiling thinking of Sabrina's ass and pussy - and yes, getting hard. Yup, I lay there lusting after my sister - what a pervert. If she knew, she'd probably pitch a fit. I considered getting myself off thinking of her, but decided not to. Now you might wonder how I could look on my own sister in a lustful way, but the fact of the matter was, she was a different person that the high school sophomore that I had last sat down to dinner with every night. I had been away from home for four years in the Navy and then four more years in college where I shared a cheap apartment with two other guys. During all of that, I never managed to make it home all that often. Right after she graduated from high school, she had gotten married, so I saw her even less. Now, something like nine years after living with her in my parent's house, she was a different person in both body and personality; that scrawny kid had filled out and grown up. She wasn't a kid any longer - she was a woman, and I hadn't seen the transition. And that woman I had seen this morning had a pretty hot body and was getting me pretty aroused. I finally gave up trying to get back to sleep, got up, slipped on my robe (I sleep in the nude), and shuffled out to the kitchen. I made a pot of coffee, poured a cup, and went out on the back deck to the peace and quiet of the back yard. It was nice out here today; calm and quiet, warm, but not hot. I wasn't a great gardener - the back yard was just lawn and bushes all around the edge that completely hid my back yard from the neighbors; they were okay, I just liked the privacy. I had brought the phone out with me, and had it sitting on the table. I was thinking of calling Keri and seeing if I could arrange a date for this evening. Who's Keri? Just a friend I managed to get in the sack now and then. She didn't want any sort of relationship with anyone right now, but like me, got horny now and then, and needed a little relief other than what a hand or fingers could provide. I was trying to decide where to go with her for dinner and seeing if there was even a hint that she might be up for anything else - at her place. Normally I would try to get her over here, but with my sister here, I would feel a little weird getting laid by Keri and having Sabrina in the house - it just seemed a little tacky. Keri was a bit of a moaner too, which was nice when we were alone, but it wouldn't be too cool now. Yea, I wouldn't mind laying Sabrina, but I had no idea how to bring that subject up - without being called a pervert and getting slapped into next week anyway. Suddenly the phone rang. "Hello?" I said picking it up. The called ID had said it was the Jackson's, but I didn't know if it was Bob or Carol. "Hey John old buddy, how's it hanging?" It was Bob, and that certainly was a sexual innuendo. "Like it's in need of a little action." "Then you're in luck! We are having an impromptu get-together this evening. Wanna stop by?" "Sure." So much for trying to get laid - sorta. This invitation just took care of that. The Jackson's had these parties with a few close friends and more than likely there would be a little swinging action going on. You couldn't count on it, but it was more the rule than the exception. Unlike a lot of, shall we say, "swinging clubs" this one didn't mind having the odd extra male there as more than a few of the women who showed up loved to "entertain" more than one man at the same time or a few in a row. "This being an impromptu one, I take it that Clarissa has a little left-over food?" Clarissa was a mutual friend of ours and had a catering company that was doing quite well. Now and then she had some left-over food by the end of the week that provided some rather incredible munchies at these parties. The impromptu part comes in as she probably called the Jackson's and told them that she had an itch and enough stuff for a party (and then some) - and that's about all it usually took. Bob would promptly get on the phone and round up enough people to help Clarissa out of her predicaments - so to speak. We couldn't have all that food going to waste after all. And her itch? Well, someone had to scratch it. You might say you could go to this sort of party and get stuffed at both ends. And to top it off, Clarissa was damn good looking and really hot in bed - with one or more guys and just loved playing with women too. "Of course! She has lots of food and she said she was horny. We just gotta help her out man; it's our civic duty." I don't know what "civic" had to do with it, but, yes, we needed to help her out. We chatted a bit and I mentioned that my sister was staying with me as her husband had kicked her out. "Hey, bring her too!" he said, trying to act nonchalant. More than likely he was getting hard at the very thought of being able to nail her or at least having a chance at it. He had drooled over her hot little ass for years. We chatted a bit longer, and then he had to go and see who else he could get on this little notice. As I hung up, Sabrina came out to the deck in a short little robe, with, so it appeared, nothing on under it. She plopped down in a chair on the opposite side of the table. "Morning John," she mumbled after taking a sip of her coffee. "Rough night?" "I've had better." Actually, she didn't look too bad off. I would have thought she would have had a massive hangover, but that didn't appear to be the case. "No action huh?" "No, but I was hit on by every dork in the place." "Must have gone to the wrong place." Now if I hadn't seen her nearly naked this morning and if she wasn't sitting there with that short robe on with apparently nothing on under it, I might not have said anything about this party and just slipped off to it without her. But, thinking with the wrong head, I opened my big mouth. "Bob Jackson just called and said he was throwing together a party tonight. You can come if you want. His parties are...well..." "Yea, I know what the Jackson's parties are like - sorta. I've never been to one, but I get around enough to know about them." Right then I didn't know what she thought of the Jackson's parties, but decided to pursue it anyway. "Want to go?" I had just invited my sister to what was more than likely going to be a swinger's party. Most of the time that's what they were anyway, and this was certainly shaping up to be one. I was going to call him back later and get a better assessment of just how major an event this was going to be. But, if this was a major swinging event, there was the off chance that I just might get to try my own sister out there. Since she knew what these parties were, and this whole swinging scene was breaking a bunch of social taboos, what the hell was one more? And, after seeing her nice little ass this morning, I was willing to go the distance on that one! She thought about it a minute, then said, "Yea why not? Is there as much sex, drinking, and food at one of their parties and the rumors would have you believe?" "Well, you never know. Sometimes I think that's all that's going on, and sometimes we spend a lot more time eating Clarissa's food and just getting trashed. It depends on just what you've heard about these parties." "I've heard that Roman orgies had nothing on these parties." "Pretty close." "Clarissa's supplying the food?" "Yea. I think it's one of those deals where she has all this leftover stuff from a catering deal of some sort or some one cancels an event after she has it all cooked up. So, she calls Bob, and he arranges a party." "Wow! I've had her food. That girl can cook! I'm definitely going now. Uh...there aren't any dorks that show up at these parties, are there?" she added as an afterthought. "Not that I'm aware of. I'm not an authority on "dork" from the woman's point of view, but I don't think so. Are dorks and geeks pretty much the same thing?" "Pretty much." The rest of the day was spent getting a few errands done. Around five that afternoon I called Bob to make sure that we were still on for the party. There was the outside possibility that no one else could make it - okay, way outside. More than anything, I was really curious as to just how many had said they would be coming and if it would be the usual sex festival. "Major party," he assured me. "A toga party!" That meant it was going to be a big deal: lots of people, lots of sex, and lots of food. No one was going to be starved of anything. Carol had a stack of these togas, which were little more than a long strip of cloth that was rounded toward the ends and had a maroon stripe on them. She had always assured everyone that it meant that you were a member of the Roman senate or otherwise some sort of big-wig person. I don't remember where she got them, but they had cost her next to nothing. Since then, there had been a lot of toga parties at the Jackson's place. Since these particular togas left one shoulder bare, women could either wear a t-shirt under it or, as most did, just leave one boob hanging out. On rare occasion there had been more people than togas so some had the choice of walking around naked or wearing something else - most had just used a towel wrapped around themselves; your basic "toga-light." Fortunately, they lived in an outrageously large house a little out of town on a large lot - they never got complaints from the neighbors. But then, as some of the neighbors attended, they weren't likely to complain. Being as he had decided it was a toga party, sex was one thing that that you could count on tonight. "And," he went on, "Carol got a bunch of masks with the feathers around the edge so no one will know who's who! Pretty cool huh?" "Yea, that could be fun." And about then it occurred to me that if they hid your face well enough, there were enough people there, and all the togas looked the same, it would be entirely possible to get into a situation where I was screwing my sister and wouldn't know it - which would be a shame. I had seen her backside this morning with nothing on, but there was nothing distinguishing about it, and I didn't know what her boobs looked like with her standing and nothing on. We chatted a little longer and hung up. Not long after that, Sabrina walked in. "We still on for tonight?" she asked. "Yea and it's a toga party with masks apparently." "Okay, so do we go and rent togas and buy masks somewhere quickly?" "Nope, Carol has masks and a bundle of togas she got cheap somewhere years ago. You might want to bring a t-shirt if you don't want one boob hanging out." "Do most women do that?" "Most just let a boob hang out." "I guess I'll go with the flow and hang one out. And masks huh?" "Yea, apparently. I think it's that French party sort with feathers around the edge so you don't know who you are talking to." "I don't think those feathered masks are going to fool very many for very long." She was probably correct in that assumption; if I was screwing her, I would know it. "Probably not; you'll know most people by their voice if nothing else." "By the end of tonight I intend to know a few of them by something else!" she said with a bit of a laugh. Well, the party started at six, and, typically, Sabrina was late getting ready. We finally got out of the door at six-thirty. We arrived at the Jackson's place and were each handed a toga - unisex and one size fits all. We went to the garage and stripped down, piled our clothes in a pile, and got on our togas. Yes, I got a nice frontal view of my sister naked, and it was just delightful - delightful enough that I was starting to get hard looking at her. Masks in place, her was gold with blue feathers, and mine was red with red feathers, we went back into the main part of the house to mingle and get something to eat. It looked like Clarissa, who I really wanted to get in the sack with later, had outdone herself tonight. Someone must have canceled a whole catering event, and while they had to pay for it, apparently didn't want the food - this had happened a few other times; the jilted bride thing and all that. I got a few things on a small plate, went over to the bar and poured an ice water - there was no way I wanted to be anything but completely sober here tonight - I didn't want any of this to be a foggy memory. I was cornered by Carol for a short time, talked to an interesting little red head and was about to ask her if she would like to "party" as they call it when you ask someone to hit the sack with you, when Sabrina tapped me on the shoulder. "This is one hell of a nice party!" she said, looking, shall we say, "used" - and not wearing the same mask she had on before. "You changed masks." "Yup. There's a guy walking around here with the one I had on before; he was lots of fun and just the right size too. As we were putting our togas back on, we decided to change masks." "You caught onto this place pretty quickly!" "Yes. I really needed it and he was good too. It was kind of a quickie. He beat the hell out of my ex, or about to be ex when it comes to that. How about you? Tried anyone yet?" A quickie? Rabbits don't fuck that fast. "Nope, I was about to ask someone, but then you came along." "Oh. Didn't mean to ruin your fun. But, as long as we are doing all sorts of nasty taboo little things here tonight, how about you just party with me a little? You know what they say, 'incest is best!'" she said with an even bigger grin. "I was working on getting around to asking you, but thought you might go non-linear over the suggestion." "Why? We're here having sex with just about anyone we want, so why not each other?" She had a point. What we might do in another setting sure wasn't what was going on here. People were eating, drinking, and now and then, sliding off to a bedroom in pairs and more to get it on and then returning and making no attempt to hide what they had just done. The Jackson's parties were very interesting parties. So why not? It seems that she had the hots for me, and I certainly wanted to get in the sack with her. "Yea, why not. I'd love to get you in the sack." "You would?" "Yea. You have a pretty nice body and great boobs," I said as I caressed the one out in the open. "And," I said as I put an arm around her and pulled her close, "you have a nice ass too." My hand slid down her back and gently grabbed her sexy ass covered only by the thin white material of the toga. "The things you just don't know about your own brother," she said as she snuggled up close to me, put her arm around my neck, and gave me a kiss right on the lips; a quick kiss, then a longer one, and then a real deep soul kiss that lasted and lasted. My hands began to roam over her body and she didn't mind at all. In fact, it appeared that my hands just got her hotter - she pressed her body firmly up against mine. I finally broke the kiss. "Let's find a room," I suggested quietly. "I want you so bad." "No more than I want you right now," she said quietly. We wandered around the house and grabbed a small bedroom that was just being vacated by another couple. You took your chances with bedrooms at these parties. Sometimes you had it all to yourself, and sometimes if things were in full swing, another couple, or maybe a threesome would simply join you in the room and do what they wanted to do on the floor. Having another couple (or more) in the room with you could run the whole gambit: sometimes it was entertaining, arousing, distracting, or you ended up joining them for a whatever-some. Tonight we had the room alone - at least for now. Partying with My Sister We quickly shed our togas and masks and climbed onto the bed, she on her back and me on my side next to her. "You sure are sexy," I said quietly as I ran my hand down her body and over her smooth pussy. Her legs parted some, and I continued down between her legs, finding her very wet. Now her soft hand found my rather hard cock and began to caress it. I kissed her some more, and then worked my way down her neck and chest and over to a sexy perky nipple. There was a soft moan from her lips as I sucked the erect nipple into my mouth. She gave my cock a firm squeeze and her legs went even further apart; I was doing what she liked. Pretty soon she started to try to pull me over on top of her. "Want me to eat you a little first?" I asked. Most women I had been with just loved to get off orally first and then proceed to the main event and have another orgasm that way - I didn't see why she would be any different, not to leave out that I would just love to give that clean-shaven pussy a few licks and maybe even have her cum on my face. "I was just with another guy and he left a rather large deposit in me." "Yea, you mentioned that." "So I'm not exactly fresh down there. I mean most of it leaked out and I cleaned that up, but still..." "Would you refuse to blow me if I had been with another woman this evening?" "No; I guess not. But then I guess you would have washed most of her off of you. Why?" "Well, to not eat you after you had been with another guy would be a little hypocritical wouldn't it? You cleaned up after him right?" Serious swinging parties and orgies aren't for the squeamish when it comes to sexual leftovers. "I guess so. Want me to blow you?" "How about just a little sixty-nine?" "Okay." We changed positions, so that I was on my back and she was on all fours, sort of, over me. She positioned that slick little pussy of hers right over my mouth and I went to work on it. Yes, there was the essence of another guy having been inside her, but I really didn't care. About then she went to work on my stiff cock - and surprised the hell out of me when she took the whole thing into her mouth and the tip of it into her throat! She really did deep throat well! Up and down she went, taking it all the way into her mouth, and only coming up for air now and then. It was like she was trying to get me to cum in her mouth or throat. I went to work on her hard and waiting clit, giving it a thorough tongue lashing. It was hard to hold off and not cum in her mouth while I was trying desperately to get her to cum on my face. Fortunately, I won the race, if it ever was one in the first place. She started to moan more, pressed her pussy down more, and then finally let go and had what sounded and felt like a great cum - and a lasting one too. That was about all it took; I let loose with a jet of cum into her sucking mouth that had to have gone half way down her throat. It wasn't the biggest or most intense cum I've ever had, but there was something very exciting about unloading into my own sister's mouth! She seemed to be swallowing every bit of it too. "Oh," she gasped as she came down from it, "that was good...real good." She continued to slowly stroke my cock with her hand now. "I think I like this incest stuff. Now let's see what other talents you have," she said as she got off of me. "Well, you'll have to give me a few minutes to recover before you can find out." "I know, but I always wondered what you were giving your girlfriends; they always seemed happy enough." "And, I always wondered how you were in the sack too." "You have? When did this start?" she asked seeming rather surprised. "Oh, I don't know. About the time you got married I guess. And just when did you start wondering what I was like in bed?" "Uh...about the time I was dating and you were in the Navy. You would come home in your uniform and I would get so hot! I thought you looked so sexy." "Go for the guys in uniform do you?" I asked with a laugh. "Not usually, but I thought you were really sexy." I reached over and started playing with her nipple. "Ever get yourself off thinking about me in uniform and what it would be like to be in bed with me?" "No, I just got good and hot." "Got hot and horny and never did anything about it?" I teased. I thought she probably had, but girls won't admit to getting themselves off to anyone ever - not even on an anonymous survey. They do, they just won't ever admit it. "Nope, never did." Bullshit. She was laying her cute little ass off. She had probably gotten herself off dozens of times thinking about me in bed with her, but she was never going to admit it. I might as well let it drop. I was about to have her, and there was no point in risking pissing her off by pushing it. We lay there a chatted for a few minutes and then changed positions, back to missionary. It seems that the less familiar I am with a woman the faster I recover and want to go at her again. My sister was getting me pretty hot, so I figured I was ready for the main event pretty quickly - I really wanted to be inside her; deep insider her hot little pussy. I rolled over on top of her and quickly slipped my cock inside her now absolutely dripping wet pussy, going all the way into her on the first thrust. She raised her hips up and wrapped those sexy long legs around me, pulling me into her as deep as I could go - it was pure heaven. My sister was so sexy! "You wondered what I was like in bed?" she asked again as she pumped away at my hard cock. "Yea. Why not? You always were pretty sexy." "Now you're finding out," she said softly. "Fuck me nice and hard," she purred in my ear. "I want you to make me cum all over your nice hard cock. I want to feel you shoot your hot sperm into me!" "You won't have to wait long," I groaned. "You are so nice and tight!" "I am? Well fuck this nice tight pussy sailor!" She certainly knew how to talk dirty in bed! That was about all the encouragement I needed. I took it that she wouldn't last long or need a long screwing to get off, so I just started pounding away at her, giving her nice long strokes and going at her as fast as I could. Soon she was moaning, and getting louder and louder. I was hoping to have her cum first, but she was so close and thrashing around so much that I just couldn't wait any longer. "I'm going to cum," to told her. A few more strokes and a few more of her loud sexy moans and I started to cum inside her - now I pumped as hard and as fast as I could until the first spurt of my thick hot cum erupted inside her. I thrust deep and held it there as the first few spurts shot into her. The first few squirts of my sperm felt like they were huge - I was so turned on fucking my own sister. That was enough to set her off. Just after I started pumping in and out of her hot body, she started to cum on my cock. She held me tight and shook as her climax washed over her. "Yes...yes," she moaned loudly, "fuck me good and hard!" Then a few seconds later, "OH GOD... I'M CUMMING!" she nearly screamed. I imagine most of the people in this party knew she was getting off. It had been a great cum for me, and it sounded like she was getting off like never before! She was loud and, if you will, fucked back at me like I have never been fucked before - it was fabulous. When we were both finally done, I rolled off of her and lay there next to her catching my breath. "You are one great piece of ass Sabrina," I finally said. "You weren't too bad yourself there John. Better than anyone else I have been with in recent memory." "Better than a dork?" I asked, teasing her about the other night and her adventures that were for naught. "I guess. I never even came close to letting one of them in my pants though. I have heard that some geeks are really great lovers, but I can't say I have ever tried one." "Maybe it's just an urban legend." "Could be." We got cleaned up and rejoined the party a little later. We had to eat while there was still food! Clarissa's offering were going fast. Which wasn't a surprise, good as it was. After stuffing my face some, I managed to get involved in a little threesome with Carol and another guy. Sabrina had wandered off and I assumed was in another room with another guy. Not being exactly hard on the eyes, I imagined that she was going to have as busy a night as she could handle. She was certainly going to have all the men she wanted. After the threesome, I managed to get a little sack time in with the wonder cook herself. Clarissa was a little more padded than my sister, but a lot of fun in bed none the less. You know what they say, "never trust a skinny chef." Somewhere around one in the morning the party started to wind down. I was picking over the last few remaining dessert items, mostly brownies and small tarts, when Sabrina caught up with me. "Get any?" she teased as she came up behind me and pressed her boobs into my back. "Aside from screwing your sister that is." A hand came around my font and felt for my now limp cock. Finding it, she gave it an affectionate squeeze. "All worn out?" she asked. "Yea, I got some, and no, it's just resting. How'd you do?" "Just lovely. Two guys wanted me, which was very flattering, and then Clarissa and I had a meaningful little time together. And, then there were some other guys, one of which was Bob." "I heard Clarissa went both ways," I said taking a small bite of a rather incredible brownie. "But I didn't know you liked women." And, it looked like Bob got his wish - into my sister's pants. Bob at least had the discretion to never fuck-and-tell, so I would never hear about it. "Not usually, but she was, well, different." "She's a woman, what's different about her?" "I don't know," she said reaching for a dainty fruit tart, "she was just nice, that's all." "You about ready to blow this joint? I'm running outa steam." "I guess. I'm pretty well fucked and stuffed," she said as she licked the last bit of sticky stuff off of her fingers. We got dressed, thanked Clarissa for the great eats, found the Jackson's, and thanked them for a great party. Finally, we got out of there drove back to my place. It was a quiet drive the short distance back to my place. By now it was getting on toward two in the morning. Once inside, we proceeded to get ready for bed. After all, it was pretty late and that party wasn't exactly what you would call a quiet evening. Once I had finished in the bathroom, I doffed my robe and slipped into bed. I had just turned out the light when Sabrina waltzed into my bedroom and, acting like she always did this, slipped out of her nightgown and into bed next to me. "Need a warm body next to you tonight do you?" I asked her. I was a little surprised that she intended to spend the night with me. I had just assumed, and maybe wrongfully so, that the taboo stuff was done at the Jackson's and the rest of the time, was, the rest of the time. "A warm body next to me, and before I slip off to sleep, a little something nice and hard inside me." "Didn't get enough there?" I said with a laugh. I sure didn't mind. With her soft warm body pressing next to mine, I was getting hard already. "I had enough of others. I just wanted some more of you. I don't want this to go to your head, but you were the best there." "And just how big was this comparison sample?" I asked, feeling rather smug and pleased with myself that I had made her feel that good. "Five." "Five? You laid five guys and Clarissa?" "Yea. How many women did you get into? I just assumed you were as busy as I was, and I guess everyone else was." "I don't think most of them were quite that busy, but I could be wrong. I had a nice time with Megan, was in a threesome with Carol and Randy, and then Clarissa and I had a little quality time together." "Quality time? I guess that's one way to put it." "Never mind who did who there, it's time we did each other." I pulled her over on top of me. Now I was really hard and just wanted to be deep insider her hot little body. Sabrina sat up, reached between us, lifted my cock and held it up to her sex, and swiftly sat down on it, driving it all the way into her tight - very wet - little pussy in one swift thrust. "Now this is what I call a nightcap," she sighed. I put my hands on her hips and we started going at each other; as she came down, I thrust my pelvis up, driving my hard cock deep into her each time. As she rose, I came nearly all the way out, just leaving the head barely inside her. Yes, I blew it a few times and slipped out until we got to working in unison a little better. Sabrina just lifted it back up and sat back down on it again and we got back to, for lack of something better to call it, fucking away at each other. After a few minutes of this deep and somewhat slow fucking, she leaned forward and put her hands on my chest and started going faster. She was getting close. Now in any hurry myself, I tried to slow things down. "Don't you want to cum inside me?" she purred in my ear. "I want to feel your nice hard cock throb and squirt inside me." "I'm just not in a big hurry. I was rather enjoying the feeling of going in and out of you." "Aw, I wanna cum." "Okay, so go ahead. I like the feeling of you cumming on my cock. I'll just try to hold off a little longer and enjoy your cum." Being on the bottom and not exactly dying to get off any longer, I wanted to feel her cum and then she could feel mine. Everyone getting off at the same time is a bit over rated much of the time. Sometimes I like to enjoy the woman cumming and this was one of those times. "Come one Sis, let me feel you cum!" "You really wanna feel me cum?" she said softly. "Yea, I want to feel your hot tight little pussy cumming on my cock." She now wiggled her ass in a circular motion as she pumped up and down. "Oh yea, you'll feel it all right. I'm cumming real soon." Sabrina sat up a little and started going a little faster again. "Play with my nipples," she pleaded. "I'm so close!" "Sure." I reached up with both hands and gently pinched and pulled on both long sexy nipples. "Harder! Pinch and pull on them harder. You won't hurt them." I pinched and pulled harder. She did in fact seem to get off on that and moaned louder. She was very close now. I was now trying to hold off as I was getting all too close too by now. She was such a hot piece it was hard to just lay there and fuck without getting very excited, and very excited meant that unloading my nuts into her wasn't far off. "That's it...," she nearly screamed. "Just like that!" A few seconds later and she started to cum. There was a shriek and she collapsed on my chest and pumped at a furious rate, all the while grunting, groaning, and breathing hard. "Oh, yea, keep pumping me. Fuck me, Fuck Me, FUCK ME," she screamed. Apparently this was a good one; one of those ones you wish you could have every time you had sex. Finally, she stopped pumping and just lay on me breathing hard. "Oh that was nice," she breathed in my ear. "You really do fuck well." After a few minutes, she suggested that we change positions and that I get off inside her. "Do you really like feeling a guy getting off inside you?" "Yea. It's pretty sexy. It's also nice to know that I made him feel that good." "Interesting. I would have thought it was more like 'yuck, here comes the messy part.'" "NO! It's more like...well, it's hard to describe, but you could think of it as the reward for all that work and I guess the best part is just making your lover feel THAT good. Well, that's sorta it anyway. You like feeling a chick cum on your cock...right?" "Sure." "And you really like making her feel that good - good enough that she got off, got off on your nice hard cock, right?" "Yea." "Then think of you cumming inside me as about the same thing." Insights into sex by my horny little sister. Enough of that philosophical stuff. I moved between her legs and got on with the shown. Now, with me on top of her, or ye olde standard missionary style, if "standard missionary style" involves a very active woman with her legs wrapped around her lover and high on his back to make sure he goes as deep as he can, we got it on with the intent of me cumming now. "That's it, nice and deep and hard," she purred as I started pumping away at her. "You really are a nice piece Sis," I said, knowing I was close and wasn't going to last much longer. "I'm gonna cum soon." "Me too. I just want to feel you get off first." She was insatiable! But, she wasn't going to have to wait long for me to unload inside her. A few more quick but long and deep strokes and I was over the edge. "I'm cumming!" I groaned rather loudly as I made one last thrust into her, going as deep as I could and unloaded that first load of hot cum deep inside her, probably spraying her cervix with hot sperm. "OH GOD THIS IS GOOD," I nearly shouted as I started thrusting again, and still spurting cum into her. I don't know how much I was really giving her, given the number of times I had cum this evening, but it sure felt like I was unloading a quart of the hot thick stuff into her clenching pussy. She was hot and wet and was fucking back so damn well! It was another fabulous and long lasting cum. And then, she got off again! "Fuck...Yes! Keep pumping John! I'm...CUMMING!" she shrieked. Finally, when she was done with hers, I rolled off and flopped down next to my sister and lie there not saying a thing, just trying to catch my breath. Quite a few minutes later, Sabrina got up and went into the bathroom to clean up. I just lay there and wondered how long this would last. I mean, could I live with my sister and get laid by her pretty often for...months? For the moment, we sure were getting along well. Could we keep this up? I wasn't worried about what the neighbors would say; I hardly knew them. Five houses had changed hands on this block in the past year, and six more the previous year. The block was a regular revolving door. When Sabrina came back to the bed, she picked up her nightgown and put it on. I went into the bathroom and unloaded a full bladder and then cleaned up myself. When I returned to the bed, she was neatly tucked in and was obviously going to spend the night right there with me. Well, this was off to a good start! I slipped between the covers and turned out the light. "Good night Sabrina," I said. "I don't do it in the morning." "Sex?" "Right." "How about if I pee first?" "Nope." "How about if I beg?" "Good night John!" We spent about two weeks sleeping together and screwing like bunnies. Then Sabrina finally got her own place. It had been fun having here stay with me, but I was glad to get my own place back. It took a little longer than the state advertised, but she finally got her divorce finalized too. Only then was she willing to even considering dating again. Did we ever get together in the sack again? Of course! I was still getting a little from Keri and now I was getting it from my horny sister as well; my sex life couldn't have been better - I was getting it from two women who didn't want a real relationship, just some hot sex now and then. Since my job wasn't exactly accommodating when it came to relationships, this was working out pretty well. The last time with Sabrina wasn't that long ago. It was about a year after she had move into her own place. I got a call at work one day inviting me over to dinner that evening. "Wow, what's for dinner?" I asked as soon as I stepped into her condo. There was an aroma of something in the air that smelled great! "Just that ham and potato casserole that Mom used to make. You get your pick of whatever veggies are in the freezer to go with it." Partying with My Sister I didn't remember Mom making a ham and potato casserole, but maybe that was after I left home. After all, that had been a while before Sabrina had moved out herself. I rummaged around in the freezer a little and found some green beans. "Okay, how about the green beans?" "Fine." Sabrina did the finishing touched to dinner and put it on the table. It looked and smelled great. We had a nice dinner and, as usual, discussed out lives. "So, what's for desert?" I finally asked, not that we normally had anything on most occasions. "Me!" "You?" "Sure. We haven't christened my kitchen table yet, so why not? Besides, you like eating me, I love being eaten by you, and then you can have me right here on the table!" Now she was a "desert" I could get into! I had never "christened" the kitchen table with anyone anywhere. The thought of getting into her and making a nice thick creamy deposit sounded good enough to get me hard right now. "Okay, I'm ready!" We pushed the dishes out of the way and Sabrina slipped her pants off. Then she dropped her skimpy little panties. She then sat on the edge of the table and leaned back until she was lying on the table and held her legs up, bending them at the knee and spreading them wide for me. "Come and get it," she cooed. I kicked my shoes off, dropped my pants and shorts together and bent my head down to her waiting pussy. She was nice and fresh smelling and I could see that she was already getting wet. There's nothing that gets me hotter than a clean-shaven pussy, and hers was a clean as it gets; there wasn't one hair or any stubble anywhere. I leaned down and gave that smooth little mound a slow sensual lick, not parting the outer lips, just brushing over them and touching the soft tender inner lips that barely peaked out between the puffy outer ones. "Don't tease me," she moaned. "Do it harder and faster - make me cum on your tongue! I'm so horny tonight." I slipped two fingers into her wet pussy and let my tongue begin to works its magic on her firm waiting clit. "Oh God, that's it! That's it!" she screamed. "I'm so hot for you I'm going to cum soon!" Just as well, I was as hard as I could get and was just dying to unload a load of hot cum deep inside her. I moved my fingers slowly in and out of her tight little opening and gave her clit my best efforts. Less than a minute later I got my reward for my efforts. "Oh yea baby, that's it...right there..." she moaned. "Real soon now. Oh yea, so...close. Just keep it up like...Oh GOD...I'M CUMMING..." she groaned loudly. She arched her back and pulled my head against her pussy. It was getting hard to breathe, but I managed and kept my tongue working on her throbbing clit and my fingers going in and out of her clenching - and very wet - pussy. She was having a great cum and I was happy to be the one delivering it for her. During the last throws of her orgasm she let go of my head and I left her clit alone; I just moved my fingers in and out of her tight pussy. She was really wet - dripping wet after that cum. "Now I need a really good fucking," she said, still breathing hard. "Coming right up!" I said as I put my arms under her knees and put my stiff cock up to her wet opening. One quick thrust and I was all the way into her. I stayed that way for a few seconds, enjoying the hot warm wet feeling of her pussy surrounding my cock - she was hot, wet, and oh-so-tight. Then I started going in and out of her with long fast strokes. Sabrina was moaning again and hanging onto the edge of the table as I fucked her. "That's it...oh yea. Fuck me!" she groaned. "Nice and hard! Fuck me right here on the kitchen table!" Yea, I was giving it to her nice and hard all right; we were slowly moving the table across the floor. More than once I had to grab a dish and put it further back on the table. I was hot and horny, but apparently she was even more so. Just when I thought I was getting close, she suddenly went over the edge and got off again. I thought with all the moaning and groaning that she was doing that she was getting close, but she was a lot closer to cumming that I thought she was. I wasn't exactly holding off, but I wasn't in a race either. In any event, she suddenly climaxed on my cock with as much noise as she had ever made during an orgasm; sure makes a guy feel good to think that he satisfied her that well! "That was great," she said, breathing hard. "Really great. I needed that. Now it's time to get you off. I want to feel you cum inside me." "Yea, pretty quick," I assured her, pumping even faster now. "I'll give you everything I have in just a few seconds." "I hope so," she said, pumping away as much as she could. "I want you to shove it in nice and deep so I can feel that first squirt - that's the really sexy one." "Coming right up!" I was just seconds away from letting her have it. I could feel the pressure building - I had crossed the point of no return. "Oh yea," I groaned. "I'm...CUMMING!" I grabbed her hips, pulled her tightly to me, and thrust as far as I could into her and held still as that hot sexy first hot thick spurt of cum shot deep into her sexy body. "Oh yea! I can feel it," she nearly shouted. "More baby, MORE!" After that hot first one was out, I started pumping again and spurt after spurt cum shot into her. It was a great cum; this one lasted and lasted. I gave her everything all right, everything my nuts could pump into her. My knees were weak when I was finally done. Finally I withdrew from her and plopped down in a chair breathing hard. When it came to sex, I hadn't met anyone who was as good as my own sister. Sabrina got off the table and sat in another chair, but quickly jumped up and grabbed some tissues from the counter. "The only drawback to sex is the messy part," she said plastering them between her legs to catch the gooey mess now running out of her. "Worth the trouble?" I asked, still breathing hard. My cock was covered with cum, but it would have to wait a few minutes to get cleaned up. "Oh yea;" she laughed, "any time with you." Yes, Sabrina and I still get together now and then for little sexual encounters - and that includes the occasional little fling over at the Jackson's. For "normal" brother-sister sexual relationships, the sex may be a power thing, with the brother dominating the sister, but for us it's just plain fun and sex. * Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights. reserved by its author, Art Kautz, unless explicitly indicated. Copyright © late in the month of September in the year 2005, by Art Kautz.