1 comments/ 310753 views/ 36 favorites The Big Problem Ch. 01 By: Tall_cool_one I have this embarrassing problem. And for a long time, I couldn't talk about it with anybody. But I was really worried that there was something terribly wrong with me. You see, I have this rather small penis. It's only about three inches long when it's soft. All through school, the guys made fun of me in gym class because most of them had these long dangly cocks. I was the object of a lot of jokes. It really didn't bother me a lot until I got older and the subject of sex started to come up as a regular topic of conversation. My closest friends all started bragging about this girl they dated and that girl they dated. But, I really never started to go out with just one girl alone until I was a sophomore in college. But, I must digress to high school. A really sweet girl named Sarah moved into the house across the back fence from us. I saw her for the first time a week or so after she moved in. I was out in the back yard mowing the lawn when she came out to sun bathe on the patio behind her house. I waved and she waved back. When I had finished the lawn, I walked back to the fence and called to her. She sat up and answered me back; telling me her name and telling me she was a junior. Sarah was a pretty girl with short black hair. She wasn't very tall and she was sort of skinny. Her smile was huge and her teeth were snow white. Sarah seemed very shy and really didn't have a whole lot to say. But I liked her right away and promised to show her around school on Monday when she reported for her first day. It turned out that the shy routine was an act she pulled with everybody. When I got to know her, I was really shocked. Monday morning, I met Sarah on the corner and we walked the five blocks to school together. I introduced her to as many of the kids at school as I could before class and promised to meet her out front after school to walk her home. I was proud to have been a help to her in getting acquainted and hoped we would become friends. My hopes were dashed as soon as she met up with Robby Kline, the senior class president and the school's biggest jock. He closed in on Sarah immediately after he set eyes on her and had her all lined up for the walk home by lunchtime. Oh well, so goes life. Robby was one of the guys that always had a comment to make about the size of my dick. Robby had about seven inches of swinging beef between his legs and every mortal at the school was aware of that fact. They also made it a point to tell everybody that I was a pencil dick. Which made me feel like shit. My short-lived romance with Sarah left me with a bad taste for women again so I went back to feeling sorry for myself. My father had been killed in a fire at his place of business several years ago and my mother had raised me without a husband since his death. She was a tall and willowy woman with striking features and soft golden hair. She always complained that her nose was too big and that she wished her teeth were straighter, but she looked good to be. She had a great shape but dressed down so as not to accentuate what a wonderful body she really had. Mother never made a big deal out of being modest around me though. She didn't ever parade around the house naked or anything, but it wasn't uncommon to catch her coming out of the shower in a towel or see her sitting on her bed in a bra and panties. I just didn't pay a whole lot of attention to her because she 's my mother. Likewise, she was accustomed to seeing me in jockey's or just a towel. Mother, to my knowledge, had not dated since my father's death. I wondered about this once in a while but passed it off to her business. She did, however, go out with our neighbor Karen Riley, who lived next door with her husband Jim. Jim was a practical joker type who often times would aggravate Karen to tears. She would come over and hang out with mom a couple of times a week or they would go out for a few hours in the evening. It was my impression that they were just good friends until one night last May. Karen had come over right after dinner all in a state over some nasty thing Jim had said to her and she and mom had a couple of glasses of wine while they sat in the den and ran all men into the dirt. I kept busy in my room so as not to be in the way. After a short time, mom came to my room and told me that they were going to go out for a couple of hours and not to worry if she was late. I said okay and kissed her on the cheek, like I normally did. For some reason, I watched her as she left the room. Her skirt seemed a bit shorter than usual and I could see her lacy bra through her thin silk blouse. She seemed just a little out of character. She looked sexy. What was I thinking? It was dark when I heard them come in. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand and the red numbers read 1:45 AM. Karen was with her. They were giggling and making all kinds of silly noises. I lay there in the dark listening as they came down the hall and went into mom's bedroom. I didn't hear the door close. They continued giggling and making noises, and I thought I heard someone groan. The suspense was killing me so I got out of bed and quietly crept over to my door, which was standing wide open. The door to mother's room was across and down the hall, about five feet before you got to mine. A dim light shone from her room, making a path across the hall floor and up the wall. I could hear all manner of strange sounds coming from her room now. I eased up to just outside of her door and peered in at an angle into the mirror over the dresser. It reflected back across the room, but I could see no one. Then I heard Karen grunt and say, "That's it, Blaise. Do that again." I heard a loud slurping sound and Karen groaned again, louder. Then I heard mom make a squeaking noise with her throat. "Oh fuck yes, Karen," Mom gasped. "Lick my clit!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I wasn't completely sexually ignorant; I just had never been exposed to it live before, only in videos and skin magazines. I just had to see what was going on in there so I carefully moved my head around the doorframe and stared into the room. There on the bed, my mother and Karen Riley were lying on the bed, eating each other out. My little three-inch problem stiffened into an eight-inch throbbing monster. Mom was lying on her back with Karen on top. Karen was moving her butt in circles as mother licked away at her pussy. Karen's face was pushed completely between mom's thighs so all I could see was her hair. Whatever mom was doing to Karen was having a dramatic affect, because Karen was making all kinds of moaning sounds with her mouth, which was squashed into mom's pussy. Mom just gurgled, loudly. My cock had sprung through the fly of my pajamas and stood straight out at attention. My hand went to it and I started to stroke myself as I witnessed the two lovelies groveling on the bed. Mom must have struck a nerve in Karen, because her head snapped up. Karen's eyes were closed and her face displayed a look of sheer bliss. A long soft cry emanated from her lips. Mother's pussy was fully exposed to me and I stared directly into it. Then Karen squeaked. I glanced up and we made eye contact. A brief look of shock clouded her face, and then a look of pure devilment replaced it. Her eyes shone as she groaned again and shook her head with passion. She had returned to the sensations of her orgasm. When our eyes met again, a smile spread across her face and she winked at me. My hand continued to stroke my erection. Karen's eyes traveled to my hand and opened perceptibly when she took in the dimension of my manhood. I had absolutely no idea why, but her smile got even bigger. Karen returned her attention to mother's pussy and soon mom was bucking under the younger woman as a violent orgasm surged through her. I retreated to my room, mortified that I had been discovered spying on them. I sat on the bed and jerked off into one of my socks that were lying on the floor. I was sweating as I lay in the darkness listening to mom and Karen in the other room. It seemed to me they were going at it for hours. --------- I felt the bed move. It wasn't quite daylight yet. The drapes on the windows were sort of gray. I couldn't see whom it was that had knelt on the bed, but I could smell the fresh scent of lavender. A soft hand touched my cheek. I was afraid to move so I just lay there on my back and waited. Then I felt soft warm lips touch mine, ever so softly. Warm fingers moved down over my bare stomach and found the fly front of my pajamas. My little problem had once again turned into a huge raging problem before the fingers ever found it. I heard a soft intake of breath as the searching digits made contact with my hardness. I felt my cock being extracted through my fly and the hand moved up and down very slowly. The person on the bed moved around and leaned over me. I felt her warm moist lips touch the soft skin on the head of my cock. I trembled as she took more of it into her hot mouth, until she had me pressed into the back of her throat. I erupted with an intensity I had never experienced before. She gagged as I spewed a huge glob of thick cream into her mouth. She began to cough but quickly controlled her reaction and slurped my cock back into her mouth. Her tongue worked its way around me and she swallowed ever drop. I still pretended to be asleep, but I think she knew better because I was sure that I had muttered something aloud when I was cumming. I watched as her shadowy form moved off the bed and walked to the door. She turned and looked back just as she was leaving. I could see that it was Karen, when the dim light from mom's room lit up her face. She had a big toothy smile plastered across her face. I felt pretty froggy myself, right at that moment. But I had to piss like a racehorse and I just knew that if I walked out into the hallway, I'd be meeting up with one of them. But nature was calling so I padded out to the john. As luck would have it, no one was in my lane. So, I made a quick dash down the hall, took care of business and returned to my bedroom unnoticed. I was still in shock after what Karen had done to me and not quite sure how I would behave when I saw my mother. I knew one thing for sure. I would be discussing tonight with Karen very soon. I had enjoyed my first blowjob a whole bunch. With a little persuasion I hoped I could get her to do it again. Besides, I wanted to have a chat with her about what she and mother had been doing last night. The next thing I knew, I heard mom calling from the doorway to get up. It was Saturday and we had planned a trip to the mall for much needed eye exams for both of us. I gathered myself and met her in the kitchen for a quick bite before we left for our appointments. Mom was in a wonderful mood. She was bright and chatty and had a colorful yellow sundress on, which accentuated her ample curves and commenced to stimulate my already raging hormones to an even greater height. I drove us to the eyeglass place, where we each had our examinations. We picked out frames and were told we had an hour or so to wait for them to be ready. We decided to take a stroll down the mall and do some window-shopping to kill some time. Mom held on to my arm as we walked and to any observer we looked like lovers strolling down the wide mall. We stopped to have a soda and we sat next to each other at a table off to the side of the food court. "You look nice, Mom," I said, admiring the expanse of smooth skin I was treated to. Her dress was sleeveless and hung low on her soft round breasts, which filled the bodice to overflowing. "Why thank you, Sean," Mother said, reaching for my arm and giving it a little squeeze. "Mom, I have a question," I said, softly. I felt her move closer to me. Her hip and leg rested against me. She felt warm. "What is it, Honey?" She asked. "Um, about last night," I began. "Oh, Sweetheart," she gushed. "I'm so sorry we kept you awake. We were acting silly and made a lot of noise." "That's not what I mean," I said. "Did Karen say anything to you about me?" "No," she said. "Should she have?" "Oh! I don't know how to begin, Ma" I said, exasperated. "Look, Sweetie," she said. "Let's pick up our glasses and we'll talk about this at home. Okay?" "Sure, Mom," I said, resigned to let it drop until we got home. Arriving home, she ushered me into the living room and parked me on the couch. She pulled an ottoman up and sat with her knees just inches from mine and looked me in the eyes. "Something is obviously bothering you, Sean," she said. "Please tell me what it is." "Why don't you date?" I asked her. "Because the right person hasn't asked me out yet." She stated. "You go out with Karen," I said. Her face brightened at the mention of Karen's name. "Karen is my friend. We have a good time when we are together," she said. "I know that's right," I blurted out, without thinking. "Sean, what do you mean by that?" She inquired. "Um, I.........., damn," I stammered. Her hand went to her mouth and she gasped, "Oh, My God, Sean! What did you hear last night?" "Well........" I evaded her question. "Sean," she insisted. "I saw you, too," I whispered. She hung her head, sobbing. "I'm so ashamed." I reached for her and gathered her in my arms to comfort her. "Mom, don't cry," I soothed. "It's all right. I don't care. It was beautiful. I don't know much about sex but what I saw was exciting." "Oh, Sean," she whispered, her fingers touching my cheek. "It's not at all what you think." "Are you in love with Karen?" I asked. "Oh no, Baby," she said. "We just make each other feel good once in a while." "Did Karen tell you that I saw you last night?" I asked. "She never said a word," she answered. "Are you all right?" "Of course," I said. "But I have to tell you something else and I don't want you freaking out on me." "I'm not going to freak out on you," she insisted. "She came into my room this morning before she went home," I said, quietly. "And?" Mom asked. "She got in bed with me," I continued. "And?" Mom's interest was intensifying. "Well," I whispered. "She put her mouth on me." "SEAN!" Mother shrieked. "What did she do to you?" "Mom," I said. "I came in her mouth. I didn't even know it was her until I saw her face in the light when she was leaving." "Who else could it have been?" She asked. "Don't you dare answer that, Sean!" "But, Ma," I whined. "You just let me catch that bitch fucking around with my son, and I'll kill her," she wailed. "Mom! Stop it!" I grabbed her by the shoulders and spoke directly into her face. "I didn't try to stop her. She thought I was asleep. I let her do it. It felt wonderful!" "But," she stammered. "Ma," I said. "It was my first time. It was great!" "You mean," she fussed, "that you're still a virgin?" "I don't know," I said, "does a blowjob count?" "Not if your name is Bill Clinton," she said. We both erupted in uproarious peals of laughter. We laughed until our sides hurt. Then she looked at me, sadly. "I'm sorry that you're not popular with the girls," she said. " Hope you're not mad at me for protecting you." "I'm not mad," I said. "I've just had this little problem that seems to have corrected itself lately." "Do you want to tell me about it, Sean?" She asked. "Well, it's kinda hard to talk about," I answered. But, I did anyway. We sat there knee-to-knee while I spilled my guts about my little pecker and the way the guys have picked on me about it. Then I told her how huge it's been getting lately, whenever I have sexy thoughts. I also told her how I cum in great gooey globs when I jack off. I told her how the guys had spread it around to the girls about my little dickey-doo, and how I felt embarrassed to ask any of the girls out. "Why didn't you say anything, Sean," she asked, softly. "Well, it's difficult to talk about with a sexy woman like you, Mom" I uttered. The whole time I had been telling her about my tiny cock, she had been sitting with her elbows on her knees, leaning forward. I kept looking at the lacy cups of her yellow bra down the top of her dress. "How small is it?" She asked. "Pretty small," I said, holding my fingers up a couple of inches apart. "Except that it isn't so small right now." I blushed bright red when I said that. "What do you mean, Sweetheart?" She asked, placing her hands on my knees and pushing them apart a few inches. "Oh, Ma," I whined. "Show me, Sean," she whispered. "Show me how big it gets when you talk to a sexy woman like me." I was terrified, but my cock was scrunched up in my pants and was killing me. I leaned against the back of the couch and pulled my zipper down. I undid my belt buckle and thumbed the button out through the hole. My cock lurched as I pushed my jeans down under my butt. Her hands went to the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down too. My erection bent down between my legs when she pulled my shorts off and jumped back up and slapped against my belly when they slipped past the end of it. A single drop of clear liquid flipped off the end of my cock and landed on my mother's cheek. Her hand flew to the spot as if she had been scalded. Withdrawing her fingers from her cheek, she looked at the liquid on her fingertip and then opened her mouth and licked the drop off with her tongue. If it was possible, my dick got harder. "Oh, Sean," Mother whispered. "I don't see any problem here at all." Her hands moved toward me. Her long slender fingers wrapped around me and just held me like that. She was staring straight into my eyes. Her hands started to move on me. Milky liquid started to ooze from the slit and trickle out onto her fingers. Soon her hands were slick with my lubricant. She just kept sliding them up and down on me. It was hopeless to speak, but I kept mumbling to her and she kept moving her hands. She was barely touching me at all. I knew that before long I'd be shooting cum all over the place, but I didn't want her to stop. "I'm gonna cum, Ma," I hissed. "You'd better stop now." "Let it go, Baby," she whispered. "Show Mama how much you can cum for her." With my eyes closed and my head thrust back against the couch, I ground my heels into the floor and pushed up into my mother's waiting hands. Long ropes of thick milky semen jettisoned from my super-sensitized cock and splattered mothers tits and dress. Her hands were coated as if she had dipped them in a bucket of the stuff. A long rivulet trailed down into her cleavage. Her knees were covered with pearl droplets. Then it was over. "Sean," she whispered, leaning forward and taking me into her hungry mouth. She sucked me deep into her throat, until I could feel the back of her mouth. Then she moved back off. Again and again she repeated this 'til I couldn't stand the sensations any more. "Please, Ma," I begged. "I gotta rest a minute." Her tongue continued to play all around my cock and balls. Finally she sat back up straight and sucked my cum off her fingers and hands. "You'll not be a virgin tomorrow morning, Sean," she said. The Big Problem Ch. 02 "Sean, I want you to take a shower and clean up," Ma said. "I'm going to do the same and make us some supper. Give me an hour or so, will you?" "Uh, sure, Mom," I said. "An hour is fine." I watched her leave the room. My brains were scrambled, as you might imagine. My mother had just declared that I would be losing my virginity tonight. To say I was excited and confused would be the understatement of the century. I looked down at my flaccid little pecker. A thin shiny thread of jizz hung from it. I slid a fingertip over the end of my cock, collecting the remaining evidence of my recent ejaculation and held it up for inspection. Since a quarter of two this morning, I had witnessed my mother and her friend from next door eating each other's pussy, gotten my very first blowjob, albeit an extremely quick one on my part, had my mother give me an unbelievably sensuous hand job and suck all of my cum off of us with her hot mouth. Not to mention her declaration that I was going to get fucked before morning. How good can things get? I gathered my pants and shorts up around my waist and swaggered down the hall toward my room. Passing mom's room, I heard the shower running in her bathroom. I noticed her lacy yellow bra and panties lying on the floor by the bed where she has discarded them after taking them off. Creeping into her room, I picked up her panties. The crotch was soaked. She had evidently gotten very wet during our conversation. The water stopped in her shower. Dropping her cum soaked panties back on the floor, I quickly retreated to my room and ducked into the shower myself. Images of the wet yellow fabric of her panties scorched my brain as I lathered my body. My mother was juicing her drawers while she jerked me off. My dick got hard. My hand was full of lather. I really wanted to jerk off, but thought better of it, remembering what mom had said earlier. Jesus, how much can a guy stand before he loses it completely? When I got out of the shower, I was standing in my room drying off when I heard mother talking to someone. I went to the door and eavesdropped on her conversation. "I know, Karen," Mom said, into the phone. "But he watched us last night.....Yes, and he saw everything.....Why didn't you tell me you saw him at the door?.....I would not have.....Karen, he's my son for God's sake.....No I wouldn't.....He told me you went to his room.....He told my you sucked him off too....Yes he did, Karen.....Honey I'm not mad at you.....No, I'm not.....Look, I understand how things are with you and Jim.....But, Sean is still a virgin.....He told me so this afternoon.....A long talk about a lot of things.....Things his friends have been saying about him.....This big problem he thinks he has.....I don't think it's a problem, but he does.....No, they said his pecker was small.....Don't I know it, it's gigantic....Karen! I did not.....You sucked him off, you'd know better than I would.....Karen, can you come over after you feed the monster?.....I'll tell you when you get here.....Wear something sexy.....Love you, bye....." I stood leaning against the door with my heart pounding in my chest. Now THEY were talking about the size of my dick. And she had told Karen to dress up sexy before she came over later. I think my mother has lost her last connection with reality. I pulled on a pair of waded cutoff jeans and a muscle shirt. I paced my room, wondering what mom had up her sleeve and why she had invited Karen over tonight. If I were a smoker, I'd have had to have a cigarette. I finally switched on my computer and checked my e-mails for the day and went about answering those from friends and checking out the porno ads that inevitably creep into my mailbox. I really get a charge out of the ads for penis enlargement products. My pecker is almost invisible when it's soft, but it grows to respectable proportions when sexually provoked. I was hoping I would be provoked later tonight. I must have lost track of the time, because I heard mom tapping on my door, saying that dinner was ready. I walked out into the hall behind mom and stared at her behind as we walked back into the kitchen. She had on a tight, very sheer, blue satin robe that accentuated the roll of her hips as she walked in front of me. It covered her to just above her knees, and had flowing sleeves. She stopped at the kitchen door, put her hand high up on the doorframe and gave her long wavy blond hair a little toss as she looked over her arm back at me. Her makeup had been applied flawlessly. Her eyes glistened. "I hope you're hungry," she said, her crimson lips seemed to pout as she spoke. "Uh, yeah." I managed. I sat at the table. She sat to my right, which was unusual because she usually sat across the table. We filled our plates and started to eat. I kept looking up at mom. The front of her sheer robe was drawn tightly across her heavy breasts. The smooth cool fabric had caused her nipples to harden and protrude obscenely. When she would lean forward, the robe would fall open exposing her luscious flesh to my feasting eyes. Mother had poured us each a tall, stemmed glass of wine to go with our dinner. When she took a sip from her glass, her lips left a crimson remembrance on the rim. Mother is forty years old. I'm nineteen. I lusted for my mother. I laid my fork next to my plate when I had finished eating. I sat staring at her. She was right, her nose is a little too big, and her teeth could have been straightened with braces if her parents had chosen to spend the money. But her hair is long, wavy and the color of late summer hay, and frames her oval face. At 5'-9", and 140 pounds, she is a statuesque woman. Her breasts are ample, 38-D, tapering to a narrow waist of 26" and flaring to strong hips and thighs. She's short waisted and has long shapely legs. When she wears high-heeled shoes, she looks me straight in the eye. She stands upright, her breasts thrust outward and she walks with her body erect. The tall heels of her shoes, when she wears them, accentuate her hips and rump. She usually dresses conservatively, wearing dark skirts, which extend to the knee and loose fitting blouses and jackets. She looks professional when she leaves for work, using a minimum of facial makeup. When she goes out with Karen, they both seem to dress a little more casually, even a bit sluttish sometimes. After last night, I guess I know why. "What are you thinking, Sean?" Mom asked, softly. "I was just thinking how beautiful you are," I answered, almost choking over my words. "You're too kind," she whispered. "Can I ask you a question?" I asked. "Bring your wine and let's go in the den," she said, standing up. The front of her robe, below the belt parted when she stood, revealing her soft golden-thatched pubic mound. She made no effort to hide the fact she wore nothing under the robe. She stepped back and the robe dropped together. I stood. My cock was sticking straight down the leg of my cutoffs, and rock solid. I followed her into the den, trying desperately to adjust the lump in my pants. When I sat down, it was a little better, but still very uncomfortable. She turned and faced me, "Now, about your question?" "Why did you do that to me this afternoon?" I asked. "You mean why did I make you cum?" She asked. "Yes." "Did you like that?" She asked. "You know I did," I said. "Why would you do that?" "Because you wanted me to," she answered. "Didn't you?" "Of course," I stammered. "It's just..." " That I'm your mother?" She interrupted. I blinked. I know full well that I had blushed beet red, and my cock head had crept out from under my cutoffs. "I am also a woman." She stated. "And you are a grown man. And I am so fucking horny right now I am about to explode. And you turn me on. I am also just kinky enough that I want Karen to be with us the first time, just in case I try to chicken out. It's been a long time since your father was killed and I really need to be fucked." Mother was breathing hard. We heard a soft tapping on the sliding door across the room. Karen stood outside the door, looking in at us through the glass. I jumped up and limped across the room to open the door. She was wearing a white transparent duster and clear plastic slippers with little white puffs on the toes. Her large dark areola stared at me through the gossamer negligee. I gaped. "How'd you get out of the house in that?" Mom asked. "Jim's in the living room watching the tube," Karen answered. "I got dressed and snuck out the patio door. What do you think? Sexy enough?" I had to sit down. My dick was killing me. Mom, in her infinite wisdom, took note of the problem and giggled. "Oh, from the looks of things, I'd say you're doing just fine," Mom said. Karen looked at me, then at mom and then at my lap. "Did I disturb something?" She quizzed. Mom stood up and walked over to me and kneeled on the floor at my feet. She pulled the button open on my cutoffs and unzipped them. I raised my butt off the sofa so she could pull them off over my hips. Once freed from the confines of my pants, my pecker laid straight up against my belly. Karen stared open mouthed at the size of my cock. "My God, Blaise," she gasped. "It's even bigger than I thought!" "He's magnificent," Ma whispered, taking me in both hands again. "Why did you ask me to come over here?" Karen asked. "This afternoon I found out that Sean has never made love to a woman," Mom stated. "I told him that before this night was over, I would change that for him. I need a man and I love my son. I'm just afraid that I might back out at the last second and leave him in a terrible condition. I want you to help me teach Sean all about being a good lover." "Jesus, Blaise," Karen whispered. "I don't know. He's your son. Are you sure you really want to do this?" "I am," Mother said. "Do you want to make love with your mother, Sean?" Karen asked. "Yes, and I want to make love with you too," I said. Karen came over and sat next to me on the sofa and said, "No, Baby. You and I are going to fuck each other 'til we're brain dead. There will be no love in it. Your mother wants you to make love. Do you understand the difference?" I nodded. Mother nodded with me, leaning forward and kissing me on the knee. Karen got up and pulled the drape across the patio door window. She turned and face us, untying the lacy belt at her waist. Her duster fluttered to the floor. She stood above us stark naked. Karen pulled mom to her feet and slipped her out of her robe. She reached for my hand and I stood up with the three of them. They helped me out of my muscle shirt. Karen kissed mother on the lips. Then she kissed me on the lips. "Kiss Sean, Honey," Karen whispered. Our lips came together in a scalding kiss. We wrapped our arms around each other and came together in a full body press. Karen caressed both of us lightly as we explored the insides of each other's mouth. My hard love muscle lay mashed between us, leaking a steady flow of pre-coital lubricant. "Blaise, Honey," Karen said. "I think you'd better forget about the preliminaries and get on to the good stuff, before you both ignite and burst into flames." Our knees bent at the same moment and we sank to the floor. I eased mother down on her back. We never broke the kiss. Her legs forked open and closed around my body, drawing me against her. She reached her hand between us, pulling my stiff cock into her entrance. I felt the wetness of her pubic bush, then the heat of her soft labia as I passed through into her tight sheath. "All the way, Sean," she begged. "I want you all the way in..... Sweet Mother of God, Sean. I need you so bad." I felt her bristly pussy hair on my body just as I felt her innermost membranes stretch to accept the length and girth on my intruding phallus. She whimpered as we came together. I stayed fully inserted into her clutching glove, not really knowing what to do next. Karen was there to assist. "Ease out a little and then go back in," she breathed in my ear. I did so. Mother moaned into my chest where she held her face. I felt Karen's hard nipples on my arm as I eased out and in, slowly. Mom continued to make mewling sounds with her throat. "Can you feel her, Sean?" Karen asked in my ear. "Do you feel her wet cunt on your hard cock, Baby? She can feel you inside of her. She's on fire, Sean, she's burning up." "I can feel it," I gasped. "I feel your hot pussy, Mom. I feel it on my cock." "Oh God, Sean," Mom gurgled. "Fuck my cunt, Sean. Make me cum, Baby." "Did you hear her, Sean," Karen asked. "She wants you make her cum. She wants you to cum in her pussy. Don't you Blaise?" "Yes.....Yes....." Mom whined. "Please make me cum, Baby. I want to feel your hot cum in my cunt!" "Fuck her harder, Sean," Karen coached, dragging her tongue across my ear and down my neck. Karen pushed her hand between us and groped for mom's tits. When she found one she cupped her hand over it and squeezed it between her fingers. Mom groaned even louder with the added stimulation of Karen's hand. My balls ached to be emptied. Karen urged me to fuck her faster and harder. I fucked her faster and harder. Mom begged me to fill her pussy with cum. I humped and humped until I felt myself begin to tense up. I must have groaned because mom pushed up hard against me and clamped her teeth into my soft skin. I exploded like a Titan rocket. I spilled stream upon stream of thick hot jizz in the bottom of her boiling caldron. "AAAAAAHHHHHH, YESSSSSS!!!" Mom cried. "FUCK ME, MY DARLING BOY!" I pumped into her again and again until I was completely exhausted. I lay on top of her. We both gasped for breath. Karen was kissing first me, then mother, and then back again. I rolled off to the side, keeping my arm draped across mother's middle. Karen moved between mom's legs and started to lick at the thick goo that was oozing form her sated hole. She stayed there, collecting each sacred drop with her tongue and swallowing it before it could be lost on the carpet. I felt Karen's hand on my slippery cock, pulling it into her wet mouth. Using her tongue, she bathed me clean of the commingled fluids, a clinging remnant of my incestuous coupling with my mother. Mother lay still beside me, one arm crossing over her forehead, covering her eyes. Her other hand cupped Karen's breast as Karen mouthed my flaccid cock. I watched as Karen moved her head up and down. The sensations she created on my just emptied cock could only be compared with the journey up to heaven. Mother pushed herself up on her elbows, watching Karen slowly devouring my cock. She moved away and sat on the sofa above my head. Her legs were spread and she had a foot on the floor on each side of my face. When I looked up, I was staring right up into her still dilated pussy. Her thick blond thatch remained damp from Karen's mouth. I could feel my cock begin to stir again. Mom saw it too. She lowered herself off the sofa, bringing her soggy bush close to my upturned face. I smelled her when she got close. Her scent intoxicated me. She settled down on her knees just close enough for me to feel her hair on my face. Karen was watching. "Lick her pussy, Sean," Karen whispered. "Touch her with your tongue." I extended my tongue, slowly inserting in through her feathery outer lips. I just moved it around, touching her with it. She lowered herself a little farther so I didn't have to stretch my neck. "Run your tongue all along the length of her slit," Karen instructed. Karen had moved up so her face was only inches from mine. She watched intently as I pushed deeper into mother's hot hole. "That's the ticket, Baby," I heard mother breath, when I started to lick back and forth along her drooping outer folds. Karen reached out with her fingers and spread mom's pussy open, exposing her extended pink clit so I could touch it with my tongue. "Now lick her right here," Karen instructed. "This is her clit. You'll make her cum if you lick it enough, Baby." I did as Karen told me, slathering mom's clit with my eager tongue. She was right, mom clenched immediately when I touched her there, groaning and releasing a thin flow of liquid on my tongue. "I told you, Sean," Karen giggled. "She loves it when you diddle her clit with your tongue. And she leaks all over you if you keep it up. I know, I've done it for her many times." Mom lifted herself back up on the sofa, leaning back and exhaling through her slack mouth. "I've had enough for a minute, Keri," Mom breathed. "It's your turn for awhile." "Are you sure, Sweetie?" Karen asked. "This is your coming out party. I don't want to come between you." "Sean, do you want to fuck Karen?" Mom asked. Uh, yeah. I guess so," I stammered. Karen, her face still only inches away from mine, looked into my eyes. I leaned my face forward, opened my mouth and covered hers with it, shoving my tongue as deep into her as I could. Her hand went back to my cock, which had started to get hard again, circling it with her fingers. Karen rose up and straddled me with her legs, never releasing my hardened cock. She squatted down over me and positioned her smooth hairless cunt on the head of it and slowly sat down on me. She started to rock, back and forth. I was totally imbedded in her hot socket. I reached for her swaying tits with both hands and clamped down on them, rolling her hard nipples with my thumbs. "Squeeze her tits, Sean," Mom said. "She likes it when you squeeze on them." "Oh, yesssss!" Karen hissed, when I applied more pressure to her wanting tits. The already large areola on Karen's breasts, darkened and expanded even more as I kneaded them with my fingers. Deep groans of pleasure escaped her lips as I tormented her hard budding nipples. She increased the speed of her rotations on me as I increased the intensity on tits. Karen ground her pelvis against me, humping wildly. She began bouncing up and down vigorously when I clamped her nipples between my thumb and fingers and twisted, cruelly, pulling and stretching. Then she started to cum on me. Her pussy clutched at me, squeezing and milking on my aching cock. She threw her cunt at me, crashing down on me again and again. Her passion subsided after what seemed like forever. I remained rock solid in her steaming hole, but I still hadn't given her my reward. Mom pulled Karen off me, and helped her to the sofa. She pushed the younger woman face down on the seat with her knees still on the floor. We were both drenched with perspiration and female ejaculate. Mom pulled me behind Karen, and helped me guide my cock into her sloppy cunt. "Now fuck her like a dog," Mom urged. "Karen likes it rough, don't you, Bitch?" "Oh yes," Karen gasped, when my balls spanked her clit as I slammed into her. Mother's hand came down on Karen's upturned ass cheek with a resounding crack, leaving a bright red handprint. Karen erupted anew, sending a fresh flood of pussy juice flowing over my entrenched manhood. "Fuck her hard, Baby," Mom hissed. "Give the cunt something to remember." I slammed into her again, pounding her with all the strength I had until I finally dumped a huge load of thick man milk deep in her pussy. That was it for me. I had to sit back, or collapse one. No sooner had I pulled my dying cock from her spasm-wracked split, than mother clamped her mouth over it and vacuumed every last drop of me out of her. Karen screamed at the initial contact of mom's mouth, then she convulsed into yet another major orgasm. These two knew exactly which buttons to push to get a reaction from the other. I am totally amazed. They lay there, spent. I was trashed. My knees and back were rubbed raw from the carpet. I had a bite mark on my chest that would surly turn black and blue, and my little problem hung straight down toward the floor. The only thing I can say about tonight is, I'll never doubt my mother again, when she makes me a promise.