5 comments/ 507832 views/ 114 favorites The Sitter Ch. 01 By: dellagordo An Oedipus County Tale This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's all pretend, folks. CHAPTER ONE At eighteen, I was bit on the scrawny side, bespectacled and shy. A textbook case of a late bloomer, my adolescent growth spurt was a good four years late, and I was just starting to gain the adult height and weight I'd eventually develop. Not one of the popular kids at school by any means, and it wasn't unusual for me to be home on a Friday night. Not that I never did anything' I did have friends, and sometimes we'd catch a movie or tool around in my friend Russ's car' but sometimes I'd stay home just for the hell of it. Well, truth be told, there usually was a reason to stay in. Her name was Karen Wojnowski. You see, my mother was bit paranoid. We lived out in the hills, in a remote location, and she was always afraid of someone breaking into the house. We had a decent security system, but Mom preferred someone be home, particularly at night. When I was sixteen, I suggested we get a dog, but it turned out Mom's allergic. Mom's allergies proved to be my boon, because when Mom started dating and one of my friends got a license, she decided to get one of her friends to sit at the house, just to keep an eye on things. Which brings me to Karen. Karen was twenty-eight years old, ten years younger than my mother was, and absolutely gorgeous. She had bright green eyes, an aquiline nose, and full red lips that always seemed to be pursed in thought. A smattering of freckles fell across the bridge of her nose, but her complexion was otherwise flawless. A mane of slightly curled auburn hair poured down her back, framing her heart shaped face. She was easily one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen, but that wasn't what made me grin like an idiot at the thought of her. As well as being beautiful, she had an incredible pair of breasts, two perfectly shaped melon-sized hemispheres that seemed to defy gravity, and she had the delightful tendency to wear incredibly tight belly shirts that just thrust her tits into people's faces. Karen was a good couple inches taller than I was at the time, so her massive mammaries were almost at eye level. Quite trying for a teenage boy whose body was just exploding with hormones. Mostly I felt terribly self-conscious, not only because I was an adolescent with an unhealthy crush on an older woman, but Karen was really cool. She had a great sense of humor, didn't talk down to me or call me "Billy" like most of my mother's friends, and she was a bit of a sci-fi geek like me. She loved sci-fi movies, even the crappy b-grade flicks, and we'd often sit and watch them together, laughing at all the goofy parts and cracking jokes. She treated me like a human being, rather than her friend's kid, and for that reason I felt guilty that I obsessed about her so much. Most of my mother's friends were beautiful. Beauty attracts beauty, as my dad used to say, before he ran off with his secretary and ditched both Mom and me. When Karen and my mother Janine go out, it's difficult to tell who is getting most of the stares. Mom is a towering six-one, with long straight blonde hair that she likes to tie into a French braid. Her eyes are an icy blue, her nose small and upturned, framed by high cheekbones and offset by full expressive lips that often split to reveal neat, even teeth. Mom is a sun-worshipper, and spends a good deal of her free time (what little she has) in the backyard by the pool soaking up the rays. I have to admit she fills out her yellow bikini very nicely. I may be her son, but it's difficult not to notice her full breasts, narrow waist, and flaring hips. Her legs are long, sculpted by hours doing laps in the pool and biking around the hills near our house. Mom likes to keep in shape; she went on a total fitness kick after dad left and she's kept to the regimen religiously ever since. I've inherited my mother's coloring: blond hair, blue eyes, tan easily. I'm about average for my age, maybe even a little thin. A touch of myopia ensures I have to wear glasses all the time, and though I spend almost as much time biking and swimming as I do reading, I'm still more than a bit of a geek. I'd just started my senior year, was looking forward to graduation and the freedom of college, and I had little resembling a social life. So a night watching movies with Karen while Mom took one of her clients out to dinner didn't sound like a bad idea to me. The thing is, I had to give Mom the impression I was going out so she would have Karen over. Then I'd pretend to cancel and spend the evening with Karen. Yes, okay, totally lame. But I was absolutely infatuated with her, and too young and inexperienced to ever make my feelings known to a woman like her. If all I could have was a night in front of the VCR with her once in a while, I'd take it. Mom kissed me on the head, ruffled my hair, and made me promise to be good. She had a devilish gleam in her eye, and I grinned self-consciously, figuring Mom knew all about my crush. Karen put an arm around me and pulled me to her, my head settling against her left breast. It was warm and soft, and I turned bright red, feeling my dick begin to harden in my pants. I think Karen said something like, "Don't worry about us, Jan. You go and have a good time, and knock 'em dead." Mom smiled with that same gleam, only this time she was looking at Karen, and then she was out the door. Karen released me, and I stepped away as if bitten. Karen didn't seem to notice. "I brought some vids," she said. "Why don't you make the popcorn and I'll set up in the living room." "Okay," I mumbled, heading into the kitchen. I threw a bag of popcorn in the microwave and poured us a couple of Cokes. While I waited for the popcorn to pop, I thought about my head on her breast, and imagined what it would feel like without the t-shirt in the way. "How's it going in there'" Karen called from the living room, snapping me out of my reverie. I self-consciously adjusted myself to hide my hard-on, and filled a bowl with the popcorn. Balancing the bowl and the Cokes, I went into the living room. Karen sat on the couch, her hair tied back into a ponytail and her jeans-clad legs stretched out on the coffee table. A pile of videotapes sat on the table by her leg, one of them open. She had the remote in hand and hit the start button as I set the bowl on the table. She took the Coke with a smile and hooked a handful of popcorn. "What are we watching'" I asked. "A cinematic gem known colloquially as Gamera vs. Knife-head," she explained. "It stars a giant turtle, a low-scale Godzilla if there ever was one, and a teenage Richard Burton. You'll like it, I promise." She laughed, and pointed at the TV screen with her Coke, directing my attention. She was right, it turned out. Japanese monster movies were some of our favorites. The combination of fantastic miniatures, goofy rubber costumes, and nonsensical stories usually had us in stitches. After one or two of those, we'd throw in Star Wars or a Star Trek movie or something, just to reaffirm our faith in the genre. One night Karen showed me Blade Runner, which blew my mind. However, that night we never made it that far, and to this day I still don't know which *good* movie Karen rented to watch that night. When the giant monster with the steak knife for a head rose out of the ground, Karen laughed so hard she spilled her Coke. All over her shirt. The soda soaked into the fabric immediately, and I saw two dents rise, responding to the cold. "Dammit," Karen muttered softly, still chuckling. She gave me a mischievous look that I tried to meet. "I should be old enough to hold my Coke," she said. "Could you get me a paper towel'" I didn't want to move. Mostly I didn't want to look away, but I was also afraid that if I stood, my boner would be painfully visible. "Uh..." I started to say, but Karen's smile widened. "Never mind," she said. "I'll do it." She hopped to her feet, bouncing all the way up, and scampered into the kitchen. In her absence, I tried to adjust my pants again, but realized there was no way I could do it and hide the evidence of my arousal. I had moments to make my escape, and I took it. I ran upstairs to my room, eased the door closed and dropped onto my bed. As easy as one, two, three, I had my pants unsnapped, unzipped, and my raging hard-on in hand. It felt harder than it had ever been before, and I flexed it, feeling it swell in my hand. I thought about Karen's breasts, soaked with soda, with nipples hardened, distending the material of her shirt. I wished I knew what they looked like beneath that belly shirt, how they would feel cupped in my hands, or -- oh my God -- how they would taste. I was a stroke or two away from erupting when the door to my room opened. Karen poked her head in, wearing one of Mom's shirts -- tighter on her than it was on Mom -- and opened her mouth to say something. No words came out, but her mouth hung open, and her green eyes widened. Time froze, and I thought crazily that I should have run into the bathroom to whack off; she would have at least knocked before bursting into the bathroom and make me die of embarrassment. Motor skills returned slowly, and I rolled over onto my side, trying to hide myself and tuck it away. It wasn't cooperating. My dick should have wilted immediately, but instead it remained stiff as a board. I could feel my face flushing, turning bright crimson, and my chest constricted, making it hard to breathe. I heard Karen pad into the room softly, and then felt my bed shift under her weight. She put a hand on my arm, her skin warm against my own. "I'm sorry, Bill," she said. "I should have knocked. When I came back to the living room and you were gone, I wanted to make sure you were okay." When I didn't say anything, she asked, "Are you okay'" "Yeah," I croaked out. "I'm sorry," I spit out. "You have nothing to be sorry about," she told me. "Most natural thing in the world, believe me." That caught my attention, even as I was beginning to catch my breath. "Really'" "Sure. Hell, I do it all the time myself." Karen chuckled softly. "I've even had roommates stumble in on me when I'm doing it. Talk about embarrassing." I craned my neck around to look at her. She wore a reassuring smile, and, I noticed, there was a gleam in her eye that reminded me of the look my mother had given me before she went out. "Can I ask you something, though'" she said. I nodded, unable to speak. "Were you thinking about me'" I could only stare, opening and closing my mouth like a fish as my dick swelled with blood. "I thought so," she said. "You know, Bill, I have to admit I'm quite flattered." The hand on my arm slid down to my chest, and I started breathing heavily again. "I mean, that's a rather large piece of equipment for a --" "-- boy my age'" I finished. "Man your age," she corrected. The hand moved down to my lower abdomen. My prick jutted out as hard as it had ever been, throbbing now in anticipation, precum leaking from the tip and trailing down its length. So hard now that the tip almost reached my belly button, and I felt myself grow harder as Karen's palm brushed against my stomach. "I have one more question," she said, her voice lower, almost husky. "Wh-what's that'" I asked. My voice cracked, but I couldn't have possibly gotten any redder at that point. "Do you want to finish this by yourself. . . or with a little help'" "Help," I said with a croak that turned to a groan as Karen's hand wrapped around the base of my cock, squeezing slightly. She leaned over me with a smile, her heavy breasts pressing into my chest as I turned to meet her. Her lips brushed against mine, her green eyes boring into my blue ones as her tongue extended out to taste me. I mimicked her movement, parting my lips slightly, and she thrust her tongue into my mouth. I could taste popcorn and soda and the jasmine tang of her lipstick, as her tongue assaulted mine and I fought back as much as I could, trying to get into her mouth as well. We traded one another back and forth, my tongue invading her mouth, hers dueling mine. All the while her hand expertly stroked my hardness, her palm gently squeezing the spongy tip; using my own cream to coat my cock until it was slick and sloppy. She pulled back. Her face was flushed, her cheeks pink and her freckles darkened. She was breathing almost as hard as I was, and she smiled. "Where'd you learn to kiss like that'" she asked me. "Nowhere," I admitted. "That was your first kiss'" she asked, hand still stroking my cock. "Yeah," I admitted. "You're my first everything," I added. Karen shook her head in disbelief. "Your mother is going to kill me," she said. At the mention of my mother, my cock inexplicably jumped in her hand. She arched an eyebrow, but didn't remark on it, other than an enigmatic, "Hmmm." She released my cock, and I groaned again as it swung free. "Well, if I'm you're first 'everything,' we should try out as much as we possibly can." She sat up, took her t-shirt by the hem, and pulled it over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra. Naked, her huge breasts bounced before me, soft yet firm, milk white with a delicate tracery of blue veins beneath the surface. She had freckles scattered across her breastbone and the upper slopes of her breasts. Her nipples and areolas were strawberry pink and distended, puffy and begging to be sucked. Without thinking I lurched forward and fastened my lips to her left nipple, nipping and sucking instinctively. I was rewarded with a gasp and a moan from Karen. She put a hand against the back of my head, pushing me into her tit. I reached up to put my hand on her other breast, weighing it with my palm, teasing the distended nipple with my fingertips. She tasted like jasmine, the scent she wore, and I wanted to taste as much of her as I possibly could. I switched over to the other nipple, trailing my tongue across the left breast to the canyon between and over the slope of the right one, before once more fastening my lips to a nipple. Karen continued to moan and ruffle my hair. She pushed me away and leaned down, kissing me again, her tongue assaulting me once more. The hard nubs of her nipples pressed into my chest, the weight of her hot, spongy breasts falling against me. I felt her hands on my hips, yanking my shirt up over my stomach, and disengaged from me in order to pull it up over my head. Then her naked breasts pressed against my own naked chest, her skin burning where it touched mine, and I could feel her heart beating against my own. We kissed again. I wrapped my arms around her as she began tugging at my pants, pulling my jeans and my boxers down. My pants were quickly tangled, and we broke away once more so I could kick them free. She regarded me with a hungry look, and then kissed and nibbled at my neck, her heavy breasts pressing against my chest. She moved lower, her lips brushing across my own nipples, her tongue tracing trails across my abdomen. Karen's breasts brushed against my hardened cock, and she caught it between them, trapping it for a moment in the exquisite softness between her tits. I groaned in wonder and pleasure, and she smiled wickedly at me, still with that hungry look. She grabbed me by the base of my cock and levered it away from my abdomen, straightening it so that it pointed its angry purple head at her face. With a low growl in her throat she bent down, tongue lashing out to taste me. My cock throbbed in her hand, trying to leap forward, but she kept me steady. Her full lips enveloped the head of my cock, sucking slightly. I'd never felt such intense pleasure in my life, and I couldn't suppress a moan. "Oh my God, that's amazing." Karen lifted her head long enough to tell me, "You haven't seen anything yet." Then her lips enveloped me again, sliding down the length of my cock, encasing me in a velvet warmth. She began to suck, her tongue and mouth pulling at my cock, urging me onward. Instinctively I began to thrust into her mouth, but she placed a palm against my stomach and pulled away with a sucking sound. "If you do that, you'll choke me. Relax and enjoy," she said, and bent down to swallow me once more. She pulled back so that only the head of my cock swelled on her tongue, and then moved forward, driving herself onto me, twisting and sliding along the length of my cock, sucking all the while. Her saliva mixed with my precum, coating the length of my hardness and slurping around the edges of her lips. The slurping sounds alone were driving me wild, to say nothing of how her ministrations felt, but I fought the urge to thrust again and tried to enjoy it while it lasted. She released me from her mouth again, kissing and nibbling the length of my cock, and took each of my balls into her mouth in turn, sucking each. Her hand, still gripping the base of my dick, began to slide along my hardness, tugging on me, jacking me as she sucked me off. Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore of the sweet torture, she broke away from me and slid off the bed. "What --'" I started to ask, but she shushed me. "I was priming the pump," Karen said, "but I don't want it going off just yet." With that, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs, revealing a pair of pale pink panties. She hefted her weighty breasts in her hands, tweaking the nipples with her fingers. "Do you'" she said. "No," I croaked, "not at all." "Good. Now get up." I looked at her blankly, but eventually moved at her insistence. When I stood beside her, she grinned again and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. In one quick movement she swept them off and tumbled onto the bed, her tits bouncing and her legs spreading to reveal her pussy. Framed by a neatly trimmed patch of auburn hair, the pink folds of her moist cavern winked at me, opening slightly. I could see the moisture gathered there, and more, I could smell it, a heady fragrance that made my heart pound and my cock swell. "Your turn," Karen told me, grinning hugely. "What do I do'" I asked, dropping to one knee. "Pretend it's my mouth," she said. "And give her a kiss." So that's what I did. I leaned in low and kissed her pussy, my lips pressing against her, my tongue tentatively penetrating her folds to tease and taste her. "There you go," she said, her voice at a slightly higher pitch than usual. Encouraged, I doubled my efforts, driving my tongue into her. the smell was almost overwhelming, with my nose pressed into her bush, but the taste was magnificent, salty and sweet at once, and I had to have more. I dug as deep as I could, placing my hands on her silky thighs to widen my access. She moaned when I touched a hard nubbin of flesh, her clit, so I concentrated on that, assaulting it with my tongue and lips. Karen started to pant, her tits bobbing as her breaths increased, and with each exhalation she gasped out a "yes" or a "God" or a "Bill." And then, suddenly, her pussy clenched around my lips and tongue, and her thighs scissored closed around my head. My mouth flooded with nectar, and Karen's voice rose another octave as she wheezed out a long "Yeeeeessssssssssssss!" Her thighs fell away and I raised my head, taking in a deep breath and licking my lips. Karen had a lazy smile on her face, and I tried my best to return it. She sat up, cupped my chin in her hand, and kissed me fiercely, licking her own juices off my chin. "That was very good, Bill." She laughed, a light sound. "That was better than good, that was fucking fantastic." "Thanks," I said, kissing her again. "No, thank you," she said. "Now, for the main event," she added, gripping my cock and giving it a friendly squeeze. It lurched in her palm, and she pulled me against her, thighs parting once again. We kissed as she pressed the head of my cock against the nest of fur between her legs, and then pushed it downward, into her opening. Instinctively I thrust forward, and this time there was no resistance; she welcomed me with a groan as I drive into her, my throbbing cock finding a happy home in her clasping pussy. She enveloped me, her inner muscles massaging and pulling at me as I thrust and pulled back, thrust and pulled back. Her hips rose up to meet me, urging me on. My lips found her lips, her chin, her neck, and the canyon between her breasts, slick with sweat. Her thighs wrapped around me, her calves pushing into my ass, forcing me deeper inside her. Both of us moaned and grunted as our bodies slammed together, flesh meeting flesh with a slapping sound. The Sitter Ch. 01 ~for those who appreciate the slut in all of us~ The fall air was crisp and fresh with the autumnal smell of burning wood and fallen leaves. The moon over Westville was big and the stars were bright as Matt Lehman drove his car through the streets. Mary, his wife of fifteen years, sat next to him in the front seat discussing something to do with her work. Matt wasn't sure what it was exactly she'd been talking about as he'd been distracted by nothing in particular, just not his wife. Matt loved Mary, but since they'd had the baby a year earlier she had been distracted and even callous toward him. She used to be beautiful, but in the last few years she'd let herself go. Her once lustrous brown hair had become tangled and brittle from bad hygiene. Her thin athletic body had, from lack of exercise turned round and homely. She didn't even like to wear makeup anymore. But more than all of those things, she was always angry and depressed. Moping around their house, eating and vegging out in front of the TV. They hadn't had sex in almost a year and it felt like unless something drastic happened it would be at least another year before they did. Which frustrated Matt, not only because she wasn't even trying to look attractive for him, but also because he was still a good looking guy and she never even seemed to notice. It was emasculating to be ignored sexually by his own wife. Even so he loved her and their little Rose. That said, he was looking forward to some time alone this evening while Mary went to dinner with her friends. "And then he gave me Edith's report and...Hello? Matt? Are you even listening to me?" Mary snapped her finger at Matt to get his attention. "Yes sweetie," Matt said, having no actual idea what she was talking about. "I realize I'm not as interesting as you'd like me to be, but the least you could do is pretend." "I'm interested baby, I'm just distracted." They continued to drive in silence. Occasionally Mary would sigh audibly as if to continue the argument using only her breathing and body language. Finally Matt pulled up to the restaurant and Mary turned to him. "I don't know what time I'm going to be home." "Ok." Matt said realizing she wasn't asking she was telling. "Emily will take care of putting the baby to sleep, but you should still make sure she did it right." Emily Parsons was their babysitter, and even though Matt would be in the house that evening, he had an important conference call that prevented him from being able to take care of the baby. So, as they often did they'd called Emily to babysit. "But I've got that call Mary, I don't think I'll be able –" "No excuses Matt! Stop being such a selfish prick. You can look in on your daughter and do your stupid conference call." Mary pulled off her seatbelt and opened the door. "I'll see you later. Don't wait up." And closing the door she went in to the restaurant. As Matt drove home he started to think about his wife, and the more he thought about how she'd been treating him the more livid he became. If he hadn't been able to get some time to work from home this past year there wouldn't have been anyone to care for their child. Mary was never taking care of Rose and she had the balls to give him a hard time about not saying goodnight, which he probably would have done anyway. She was totally out of line. He was working a full time job and caring for their baby and she was sitting around doing absolutely nothing. He had been more than patient with her, but this was getting out of control. This wasn't a marriage; it was something absurd, he felt like he was taking care of two children. One who loved him and one who treated him like crap. As he pulled into the driveway he rested his head on the steering wheel and thought about what his options were. He could leave her and would probably get custody of Rose, but that seemed drastic, at least for now. He could start seeing someone on the side, but he'd probably get caught. Mary regularly spied on his email and phone. She thought he didn't know, but he knew. There didn't seem to be any way out. Suddenly Matt heard a knock on the window, and he jumped back. Bent over by the window was Emily Parsons. Her long blonde hair pulled back tightly into a ponytail, her bright eyes staring and her beautiful 19 year old smile shining sweetly through the window. But in spite of himself, in spite of the fact that he was a mature man of 38 years, Matt barely noticed any of her features other than the loose fitting light blue v-neck sweater she wore. More specifically, what he noticed, as she leaned over motioning for him to roll down the window, was how her perfect breasts swayed gently from side to side. And even though those few moments staring down the front of her sweater and watching her huge tits were wonderful, he forced himself to tear his eyes away and roll down the window. "Are you ok Mr. Lehman?" Emily asked. Her big blue eyes looking worriedly at him. "Yes Emily I'm fine. Just tired." Matt exited the car and locked it. "How's Rose?" "She's fine. I just fed her." Matt suddenly pictured his child nursing at the huge teats of his babysitter. The image was both disturbing and exciting and he quickly pushed it from his mind. Emily walked ahead of him, her firm ass swaying in her tight jeans as she strolled to the front door and opened it. It almost seemed to Matt that she was intentionally moving her ass, but maybe it was in his head. "I'm just going to make sure she's ok. If you need anything don't hesitate to ask." She winked one of her big blue eyes at him as she went into the nursery. Matt walked through the living room and the dining room to his office on the other side of the house . He took off his jacket and his tie. Even though he worked from home he still woke up every morning and dressed for work. Matt found that it forced him to be more productive if he was dressed for the office. It was larger than most home offices he'd seen. The room was all dark mahogany and cherry wood and while spacious, it had a comforting aura. Like a an old gentleman's smoking lounge. There was a fireplace, which Matt usually kept lit at this time of year, as the office didn't get as much heat as the rest of the house. A Persian rug covered the floor and a large desk with his computer sat on the opposite side of the room, with a desk chair in front of it. In the middle of the office was a pool table, which Matt would use when he was angry or frustrated, usually at Mary. And along the walls were books and paintings he'd collected over the years. It would still be another half hour or so before Matt's conference call and he put on some music and decided to play a game of pool. He was still angry with Mary for the way she'd treated him earlier. Where did she get off treating him like a child? He provided for them both, he was responsible and caring and everything else a husband should be. As he racked the balls a knock came on the door and Emily opened it. "Excuse me Mr. Lehman." She said as she walked into his office. Her luscious body glowing in the firelight, yet again driving lurid thoughts into Matt's mind. This time he imagined that he was suckling from her breasts as she caressed his face and smiled lovingly at him. His cock twitched in his suit pants and he moved over to sit down at the desk chair hopefully preventing any embarrassing situations. "It's fine Emily. What can I do for you?" "It's nothing, just...Rose...well she just threw up in my hair." "Oh." Matt said. Emily pulled her usually lustrous, wavy, blonde ponytail to the side and showed him the clump of vomit. "Yeah," she said, "and seeing as I'm still supposed to stay for awhile to take care of her, I was just wondering if it'd be ok if I took a quick shower to rinse it off." "Of course, " Matt said, crossing his legs to prevent her from seeing the instant hard on he'd developed at the thought of her naked body in his shower. "It's just, it's down the hall, and there are towels in the closet. If you need anything else just let me know," he said, growing more uncomfortable by the second. "Thanks. And Rose is fine. She's in her crib, but I've got the baby monitor just in case." Emily looked at him for a moment then slowly gazed at his lap and Matt was almost sure that he saw her lick her lips for a second before turning and exiting the office. Jesus Christ. That girl is dangerous. Matt thought as he listened to her walk down the hall. He began to picture her in his bathroom slowly stripping off her clothes and stepping into the steamy shower. Her huge breasts soaking in the water as she soaped them and squeezed them, then she moved one hand down to spread her... Matt suddenly stood up. His huge cock straining against his pants and feeling like it might tear through the fabric. He walked to the office door and locked it and quickly went back to his chair while pulling down his trousers. His penis sprang from his boxers as he grasped it and slowly started to jack himself off. The thoughts of Emily Parsons in the shower quickly developed into thoughts of he and Emily in the shower touching each other and his hands roaming over her body, her breasts. Those perfect globes. Lifting each in his hands as she reached down and touched his – "Mr. Lehman!" Emily's voice yelled from down the hall. At least he thought she'd called. He supposed it could have been just part of the fantasy. His hand was still wrapped around his engorged penis. "Mr. Lehman!" There it was again. Matt quickly pulled up his pants and tried his best to hide his hard-on, but it was close to impossible. He unlocked and opened the office door and awkwardly walked down the hall towards the bathroom. The sound of the shower running growing louder. "Mr. Lehman!" she shouted once more as he stood outside the bathroom door. "Yes, Emily?" he shouted through the door. "There doesn't seem to be any conditioner in the shower. Do you know where it is?" Matt thought for a moment and then yelled out, "I'll go look for some in the upstairs bathroom!" "Thank you Mr. Lehman!" Matt quickly ran up the stairs and into the upstairs bathroom frantically searching for the conditioner. Finally finding some under the sink he ran back down the stairs almost tripping and falling because he was moving so quickly. Reaching the downstairs bathroom door he knocked and said, "Got it!" "Thanks Mr. Lehman! Can you hand it to me? I don't want to get your floor all wet." Matt tentatively opened the door. Steam poured out as he slowly walked into the bathroom. The blurred shape of Emily Parsons' naked body was barely discernible in the fogged glass of the shower, but Matt could still make out the outline of her perfect body and the color of her sweet skin. Was this really happening he thought? The glass door of the shower opened and Emily's beautiful face and long soaking hair peeked out. "Thanks Mr. Lehman," she said reaching a hand out for the bottle. As she looked at him he noticed the side of her breast sway into view. The heavy rounded edge of that glorious tit leaning towards him, just a little farther... She giggled. "Uh, Mr. Lehman?" Snapping back to reality Matt realized he was still holding the bottle. He handed it to her, but not before he saw her look at the mound that his obviously solid cock had made in his pants. She smiled at him. "Thanks for the conditioner. Mr. Lehman." And glancing once more at his crotch she closed the glass door as Matt left the bathroom and walked back to his office. ------------------------------------- Emily Parsons sat on the sofa watching Rose play with a stuffed rabbit, while texting her boyfriend Derek, and waiting for Mr. Lehman to come back from dropping his wife off. Derek was texting her to come over later that night, but she told him that she was busy babysitting and wouldn't be able to. He was always so horny for her and while she appreciated his enthusiasm he wasn't particularly skilled in that department. Still, he was pretty hot and he obviously wanted her, but then again that wasn't surprising as most men had a thing for her. Emily knew she was more than a little attractive. Her long wavy blonde hair, her big blue eyes and her big 36D tits made her most men's fantasy. Young, old, rich and poor they all gawked when Emily walked past them. Some men would yell out catcalls, which she didn't mind as long as they weren't too rude, but most men were content to just stare. And that was what she loved. She couldn't get enough of men staring at her. And while she preferred to date younger men like Derek, she loved to tease older men. Especially older married men. Men like Mr. Lehman who looked like they hadn't had a good fuck in years. Some might think that was cruel, but it was all in good fun. She got the attention she craved and they got to openly stare at her body. Besides, while Derek was good looking, he wasn't particularly well equipped and Emily was starting to get seriously sexually frustrated with him. If he didn't find new ways to get her off then she was going to have to start looking herself. Just then she heard a car pull up in the driveway and pulling back the window shade she saw it was Mr. Lehman. Smiling to herself she decided to have a little fun with him. Emily walked outside and over to the car. Matt Lehman was sitting in the driver's seat with his head against the wheel. As she looked at him through the window she realized how good-looking he was. Not even for an older guy, but just good looking. A little gray at the temples gave him a distinguished look and he seemed to have the physique of a much younger man. Strong arms and a well-defined torso. A manly jaw, good hair and he was tall. At least 6'3". Emily wondered to herself what else he might have going on, physically. She knocked on the window. He jumped back and saw her. At first she thought he was drunk, but then she realized that he was staring down her top. She swayed her tits a little to give him a show. "You ok Mr. Lehman?" He pulled his gaze from her breasts. "Yes Emily. I'm fine. Just tired. How's Rose?" He followed her back into the house. She moved her tight ass in her tight jeans enticingly. She knew he was watching. "She's fine. I just fed her. I'm just going to make sure she's ok. If you need anything don't hesitate to ask." She turned to look at him and winked. Then walked into the nursery. Rose was lying in the crib and Emily picked her up. As she patted Rose's back Emily began to think of Matt Lehman. He was more than good looking, he was a good person. Emily had seen the way his wife treated him and it was awful. In front of Emily she would scream for Matt to get her food and drinks and take care of the kid. And from what Emily could tell Mary Lehman didn't do anything. She was just a fat slob that got Emily to take care of the baby when her husband was working and then did whatever she wanted. It was horrible. From everything that Emily had seen she and Mr. Lehman were more of a couple than Mrs. Lehman and he were. And as she thought about Matt Lehman and their imaginary marriage Rose let out a burp and Emily felt something sticky dripping from her hair. She groaned and put Rose back in her crib and grabbed a towel when she suddenly had an idea. Maybe Matt Lehman deserved a little more than the average teasing she gave the average man. Maybe he deserved a little extra. Nothing extravagant, but the man was having a rough time of it and Emily thought, as she wiped the vomit from her hair, that maybe she could do something nice for him. A magnanimous gesture. And checking that Rose was ok she grabbed the baby monitor and walked to Mr. Lehman's office. Knocking on the door she opened it to find him wracking some pool balls. "Excuse me, Mr. Lehman." She said using her innocent, virginal voice. "It's fine Emily. What can I do for you?" He said walking over to his desk chair and sitting down, but not before she noticed a tent in his pants as he stared at her chest. "It's nothing, just...Rose...well she just threw up in my hair." "Oh." Emily showed him the vomit and then asked the question that would change both of their nights for the better. "Yeah, and seeing as I'm still supposed to stay for awhile to take care of her, I was just wondering if it'd be ok if I took a quick shower to rinse it off." "Of course. It's just, it's down the hall, and there are towels in the closet. If you need anything else just let me know," "Thanks. And Rose is fine. She's in her crib, but I've got the baby monitor just in case." Emily stared at him and then looked at the obviously hardening cock in his pants and holding his eye contact she licked her lips. For just enough time that Matt would wonder. She left the office and walked down the hall to the shower. Once in the bathroom she stripped off her clothes, turned on the water and waited for it to get warm. Then she stepped into the shower. The water felt wonderful as it cascaded down her back and she quickly rinsed the vomit out and began to shampoo her hair. As she washed she thought more about Matt and the enticingly large tent in his pants. The last few weeks had proven that Derek's six inches weren't up to the task and she was more than a little curious about what Mr. Lehman had under there. As she rinsed the shampoo from her hair and felt the lather drip across her breasts and down between her legs Emily's thoughts became more enticing. Her hand dipped down and her fingers began to play with her pussy as she felt herself growing wetter and more turned on the more she thought about Matt Lehman. His broad manly chest and his magnetic green eyes. The way he seemed to turn almost boyish whenever she would flirt with him. Emily loved it when she could control men and turn them into stuttering boys with a little innocent flirtation. Emily had plenty of experience with men, but none as old as Matt Lehman. Most of the guys she'd been with were high school jocks or college guys who seemed to barely have even a vague idea about the female body. Emily on the other hand was well versed in the male body. One appendage in particular. Reaching for the conditioner bottle she was about to pour some in her hair when she had an idea. A simple, silly, idea. Calling for Mr. Lehman once, twice and then on the third time hearing him outside the bathroom, she asked him if he would get her some conditioner. She could hear how quickly he ran and she giggled to herself at how predictable men were. "Got it!" He breathlessly exclaimed a few moments later from outside the bathroom. "Thanks Mr. Lehman," she said, "Can you hand it to me? I don't want to get your floor all wet." Her fingers were still dancing against her clit getting her even more turned on. Matt Lehman walked into the bathroom as she pulled open the glass door. Emily knew what she was doing as she allowed him to catch a glimpse of the side of her breast. And as Matt's eyes stared hypnotized at the round edge of her breast she stared at his trouser leg which was showing more than hint of his hardening shaft. It looked huge. Even through his pants. She smiled to herself and giggled, "Uh, Mr. Lehman?" she said. She pulled her gaze from his tented pants and smiled at him. "Thanks for the conditioner Mr. Lehman." Matt walked out of the bathroom leaving Emily to finish washing her hair and dry off. And as she dried herself Emily had another idea, another gift for poor Mr. Lehman, but this one was different. This gift would be special. Emily dressed in the bathroom and fixing herself up a bit in the foggy mirror she walked out into the hallway. Her wet hair and the coolness of the air after the steam of the bathroom made her shiver, but that was all part of the plan. She carefully knocked on the office door again and softly called out to Mr. Lehman as she heard him shuffling and knocking something over. He sounded exasperated as he told her to hold on and that he just needed a minute. But Emily opened the door anyway. The Sitter Ch. 01 Matt Lehman quickly pulled up his pants as the door to his office creaked open. Emily almost burst out giggling as Matt's eyes almost fell out of his head. Emily Parson's stood in front of him with wet hair loose around her shoulders. Her jeans fit snuggly about her waist, but she'd seemed to have 'forgotten' to put her shirt back on. Her huge perfect breasts sat barely encased by the black lace bra that seemed to strain against the sheer enormity of what they tried to hold. Her nipples hard and clearly visible in the cold air. "Mr. Lehman, Rose also threw up on my sweater. Do you have another shirt I could wear?" Emily said sweetly and seemingly innocently. A delicate smile forming on her beautiful face as Matt stared so wild-eyed at her chest. He was obviously enjoying the show. "Um yeah," Matt grunted unable to tear his eyes from the huge tits in front of him and unable to stand up due to his 'situation.' "I think Mary has something in her closet that you could wear." "Could you show me?" "Well..." "Please Mr. Lehman," Emily said. "I'd feel weird just going through her closet." Emily smiled at him and then she looked toward his pants, which were obviously undone, and were obviously the thing preventing him from helping her. "Uh..." Matt shuffled in his seat clearly uncomfortable. "Mr. Lehman," Emily said as she slowly moved over towards his chair, "did I interrupt something? Were you 'doing' something when I walked in without knocking?" Matt Lehman looked like a deer in headlights as Emily swayed lasciviously over to his chair. She was going to have a lot of fun with him tonight. And he had no idea. Yet. "Well, no, I wasn't doing anything, I just..." Matt stuttered. He seemed genuinely confused at what was going on. Emily decided to help him. "Were you masturbating Mr. Lehman?" The words hung in the air like marionettes dangling in front of them both. Slowly Emily moved Matt's arm from across his unzipped pants and she gently sat down on Matt's lap. "What?" he almost whispered. "Were. You. Masturbating? It's a simple question Mr. Lehman. Before I so rudely walked into your office without knocking, were you touching yourself?" Emily said as she pressed her body into his and wrapping her arms around his neck she whispered into his ear, "were you touching your big, hard cock?" Emily gently shifted herself luxuriating in the feel of Matt's penis pressed against her ass through her jeans. Matt was completely motionless and yet Emily could feel every muscle in his body seemed to be tensing. She continued to whisper softly in his ear as she brushed her lips against his neck. "Mr. Lehman, were you thinking about me while you sat here stroking your cock? Were you thinking about my breasts Mr. Lehman? Were you thinking about touching my big tits, about licking them and squeezing them Mr. Lehman?" "Yes." Matt said barely audible. "Were you thinking about something dirtier Mr. Lehman?" she said barely touching his neck with her soft lips. "Were you thinking about me? On my knees? Right here?" she whispered, her mouth millimeters from his. "Stroking your cock? Sucking your cock? Licking and drooling all over your. Big. Cock?" And with that Emily gently kissed Matt once, twice and on the third time he seemed to come out of his confusion long enough to kiss her back, tentatively at first , his lips skimming across hers, but then quickly, as the reality of the situation dawned on him, it became more forceful. Emily's tongue snaked into Matt Lehman's mouth and he accepted it willingly. Their kissing quickly became passionate and hot before she pulled herself away. Matt stared breathless at her, but Emily just smiled at him and slowly began to slide down his body dragging herself painfully slowly off the chair and onto the carpet. As she knelt in front of him she gave him a sultry smile and moved her hands up his legs. "Let's just see what we've got here shall we?" Emily reached the unzipped apex of his pant legs and carefully moving the loose flap aside, she gently pulled down his pants and boxer shorts altogether, straight to the floor. Looking up, Emily stared in absolute awe at what had to be the largest specimen of the male sex organ she had ever seen. Matt was enormous. As long as he was thick. As hard as he was veined. This thing was incredible. "Holy shit Mr. Lehman!" Now it was her turn to be astonished. "How big...how big is it?" Matt breathed heavily and whispered, "Eleven inches." Emily reached her hand out and wrapped it around the base. Matt groaned deeply. Her hand looked miniature next to his huge cock. Emily began to gently move her hand from the bottom to the top marveling at just how long it was taking her to complete the journey. Her fingers didn't come close to wrapping around the full girth and the weight of the thing itself must have been at least 2 or 3 pounds of meat. She could smell the intoxicating muskiness of his cock and she watched as what she thought was a single droplet of pre cum oozed from the tip. What she soon saw was that it could have been better described as a stream, a gush of pre cum leaking down his hard cock and onto her hand. Emily gasped at how much there was. The clear liquid dribbled down over her hand as she looked up into Matt's eyes with surprise. Her big blue eyes staring at his face in lustful excitement. And then Emily moved the hand that had been holding his cock, the hand that was now shimmering in Matt Lehman's clear pre cum, Emily brought that hand slowly to her mouth and licked one of her fingers. Matt's eyes widened at the spectacle in front of him. He watched as Emily's finger disappeared into her sweet cherry mouth as she licked his pre cum from her hand. "That's delicious," she said. Matt stared at her with glazed eyes as she placed her hand back on his cock and began to gently jerk him off. "I'm glad you like it." God she was so fucking sexy. Her long blonde hair and huge breasts hovering in front of eyes like a mirage of young perfect pussy. "That's just an appetizer though. Save room for the main course." Emily smiled, "Don't worry, I'm still really hungry. Do you think you have something that could satisfy me?" "I think we could find something," Matt said. Emily's hand began to move a little faster as her wrist twisted so that she could cover more of his cock. She was using the rest of his pre cum as a lubricant while she expertly continued rubbing it faster and faster. Her fingers danced from the ridge of his corona all the way to the base with fervor and tenderness, her breasts jiggling with each stroke, her mouth open slightly while she watched him with delight. Matt's head fell back in total pleasure. If Emily kept this up he was going to cum, but just as he thought that she suddenly stopped jerking him off. He watched as she released his cock from her hand and smiled at him. "We can't have you getting too excited Mr. Lehman. Do you think you can wait?" The enormous rod swayed in front of her face desperately wanting to be touched. Emily moved her fingertips to his balls and softly rolled the plum sized orbs in her hand. Matt smiled back at her. "I hope so." "Me too, Mr. Lehman." Emily rolled the two testicles back and forth gently calming down his excitement, but keeping him interested. Matt was dreaming. He had to be dreaming as he stared at the beautiful blonde kneeling on the floor in front of him playing with his nuts, her huge tits barely encased within the black lace bra. Her gorgeous blue eyes staring at him with a look of sultry ferocity. What had he done to deserve this perfect gift? Emily watched as Matt came back from the edge of his excitement. She wasn't about to let this be a simple handjob. This massive cock deserved to be worshiped for what it was. Perfection. How was it possible for this thing to fit in a girl's mouth let alone her pussy? That thought alone made Emily's already wet slit get even wetter. She was already soaking between her legs, the wildly erotic situation they were in, that she'd created, seducing a married man, a hot married man, a hot married man with a huge dick, made her feel more turned on than she'd been her entire life. "Does Mrs. Lehman suck your cock Mr. Lehman?" She asked. Her hand still rolling his giant beanbag. Matt's mouth dropped open and his mouth filled with saliva he gulped it down. "No." "Does she let you slide your dick over her wet tongue?" Matt shook his head again. "Does she worship this beautiful cock the way it deserves to be worshiped Mr. Lehman?" Matt just stared at her. Emily removed her hand from his nuts and let Matt's package sway in front of her face. Even without touching him the electricity in the room was driving both of them insane. Emily looked straight into Matt's eyes. "Do you want me to suck your cock Mr. Lehman?" "Yes." "You want me to put your penis inside my mouth? You want to push your big dick between my lips and watch me blow you? You want to use my mouth Mr. Lehman?" Emily moved her face closer to Matt's cock. "God yes." "Tell me," Emily said only millimeters away from his huge rod. She could smell his cock. The musky flavor of his passion. She let her puffy perfect lips barely touch the underside of his cockhead. Matt moaned as he watched her bottom lip catch on the head of his as she stared up at him. Her plump, moist lips beckoning to him like a pair of sirens, calling out to him, begging to help satisfy his desire. "I want you to suck my cock Emily." And so, slowly, ever so slowly, Matt Lehman's beautiful blonde 19 year old babysitter opened her mouth and softly spread her lips over the tip of the enormous head of Matt's cock. "Fuuuuuuuuck." Matt moaned. Emily slowly moved her tongue over the tip of Matt's cock, teasing the slit and moving in concentric circles as she gently licked at the sensitive underside of the head. It was a lollipop and she was going to lick all the way to candy center. As she played with his cockhead she watched as Matt moaned and writhed above her obviously having not felt a mouth on his cock for a long time. Emily was going to take her time with this. She wanted him to enjoy it, and she had no doubt in her mind that he would. Her lips kissed and sucked softly as she made out with the head of Matt's cock. She listened to him groan again, and she lifted her big blue eyes to see him staring down at her, her mouth stretched in a wide O around the bulbous head of his penis. Emily loved giving head. It was easily the thing she was best at, but she'd never worked on someone this massive before. Not to mention, the majority of the guys she sucked would blow their load within a couple minutes of being in her talented mouth and a couple barely made it one minute. She hoped Matt would last longer, and she was determined to make sure he did. Matt watched her pull her teeth over his cockhead and he let out a guttural sigh as he watched this unbelievably sexy teenager drag her lips and tongue all over his penis. He could've died right then. The view in front of him was better than anything he'd ever seen before. He stared at the big titted blonde as she licked and sucked on the head of his cock as if it were her favorite food. He wouldn't last long if she kept this up. As much as he was trying to hold on it was proving to be difficult. His wife hadn't given him a blowjob in years and he'd completely forgotten what it was like to get sucked off. And this wasn't your average blowjob. He could already tell that this girl, for all of her 19 years, knew exactly what she was doing. Emily licked her way down the long length of his eleven inch cock as she wrapped her fingers around his plum sized balls and brought each one delicately to her mouth, licking and sucking at his testicles while she continued to softly stroke his penis. Her tongue rolled around as she tried in vain to fit an entire cum filled ball in her mouth. Finding herself unable to she instead slid her hot tongue back and forth between the two as his huge manhood swung above her and his glazed eyes looked down on her. She laid her tongue flat against his cock and leisurely dragged it all the way up to the crown ending her journey with a kiss to his cockhead. "Did you like that?" Emily asked with an innocent smile. "Fuck yes. That was amazing." Matt eyes seemed to be permanently glued to this vixen. Emily rubbed the head of his cock against her lips as another gush of pre cum leaked into her mouth. "Want me to keep going?" "Please. Oh god please." "Ok. But you're not allowed to cum yet Mr. Lehman. I want to get a chance to suck this beautiful cock properly first. You promise?" "I promise. I mean, I'll do my best." Matt said with a smile. Suddenly the telephone rang on Matt's desk. The conference call! He looked at Emily with a mixture of fear and confusion. He had to take the call, but if she told him not to, if she told him to quit his job and move to Mexico with her he would have said yes. The phone kept ringing. Emily smiled at Matt. Her hand continued to leisurely stroke his cock. He looked so panicked. It was cute. "Pick it up," she said. "You should pick it up Mr. Lehman." "But it's my work." "Even better," Emily said smiling devilishly. Matt gingerly placed his hand on the receiver and picked up the phone placing it to his ear. "Hello?" A group of men on the other end of the line all returned greetings and began talking about the upcoming deal they'd be working on. Matt could barely hear them, as all he was seeing was Emily as she let go of his cock and stood up. Matt started to panic. Placing his hand over the phone he whispered, "It shouldn't take long. Please. I'll hang up if you want me to. Please don't stop." The desperation in his eyes made Emily burst out laughing. "I'm not stopping Mr. Lehman. I was just getting a little more comfortable." And as Matt breathed a deep sigh of relief Emily walked towards the fireplace her sweet ass swaying in her jeans. Standing in front of the roaring fire she slowly unbuttoned first one then two then three buttons as Matt watched with the phone barely to his ear. Emily peeled her skin tight jeans down her tanned smooth legs and kicked them off standing in front of the fire in her panties and bra. And staring right at him Emily moved her hands up to her long blonde hair and began writhing, dancing for Matt. Her hips swayed and as Matt vaguely listened to the droning on the other side of the line he watched as Emily reached behind her back and gently unclasped her bra. As she slowly walked back towards him she held the black lace tantalizingly over her magnificent rack. Matt's cock felt like it would explode at any second as Emily, standing in front of him, unhurriedly pulled down first the right strap and then the left, finally allowing the now useless material to fall to the floor at her feet. "Holy shit," Matt said, forgetting to place his hand over the receiver. "What did you say Matt?" asked a voice on the other end of the line. "Uh, nothing sir. Sorry." But he wasn't sorry. He was so fucking far from sorry. In front of his face, not a foot away was the most glorious, the most fantastic set of breasts he had ever seen. Each looking as if it were carved from stone, but at the same time looking as soft and pliable as a pillow. And massive. The bra must have masked their true size because as he stared at them Matt was sure they'd gotten even bigger in their naked glory. He felt the saliva in his mouth flow over his bottom lip as he actually drooled looking at Emily Parsons' perfect tits. "You like my tits Mr. Lehman?" Emily asked climbing onto his lap, straddling him and giving him an even closer view. Matt nodded, dumbly wiping his lip. "You know what I really love Mr. Lehman?" Emily leaned in, pressing her naked tits to his chest and whispering into the ear that wasn't listening to the banal conference call. "I love when a guy sucks my nipples. Would you suck my nipples Mr. Lehman?" Matt didn't hesitate as he placed his hand that wasn't holding the phone over one of her massive breasts, lifting it gently, feeling the weight, the softness of the supple, perfect breast in his hand. And looking up at her he wrapped his mouth over her sweet tit and fed on her nipple with a passion that scared them both. The phone still on his ear Matt suckled at her breast as Emily gave little whimpers of delight. Shit he was good at this she thought. His tongue diligently flicking her distended nipple and feeding on her succulent tit as his hand groped and squeezed and clawed at the heavy weight. He was driving her wild with his tongue and hands, both hands as he'd dropped the phone in favor of playing with both tits, and moving his mouth ferociously from one to the other. Matt was in heaven. His mouth was open as wide as it would go as he tried in vain to fit as much of Emily huge breast in his mouth at once. She tasted wonderful, like soap and lavender and sex and candy. Nineteen year old fuck candy. His hands squeezed her pliant flesh as he continued to feed on her juicy breasts. Emily extracted Matt's mouth from her tit. "My turn, Mr. Lehman," she said once more standing up and kneeling on the floor in front of him. Matt reached back down for the phone, and placing it to his ear he heard the mumbling of his colleagues' conversation, but was having trouble understanding them, as the gorgeous topless blonde kneeled in front of his erect penis. Emily stared at him as his eleven inch cock gently swayed in front of her face, her hand reaching up to grasp the base and direct it at her mouth. "Now" the topless blonde vixen said, a wickedly nasty smile on her lips. "Let's get this party started." And covering the phone just in time Matt groaned loudly as Emily inhaled four inches of his cock into her mouth all at once. He could feel her sucking mouth and licking tongue as she started bobbing up and down his tool. Her mouth was like velvet and her tongue felt like it was on every part of his dick at once. "Aw fuck that's it," Matt whispered. Emily moaned around her mouthful of hard dickmeat. Her jaw was already sore and her mouth was stretched almost as wide as it could go, but she was so fucking turned on. She loved Matt's dick more than any other cock she'd had. It filled her mouth so perfectly, so completely. She began to bob her head faster, her tongue dancing wildly over the underside as she took five inches into her mouth feeling the tip of Matt's cock bump against the opening of her throat. Matt was just a series of long, steady groans now as his hand grasped the phone preventing his bosses from hearing what was happening to him. And then vaguely, as if in a dream, as if from far away, he heard his name being called. Slowly coming back to reality to tried to pull himself together. "Yes?" he grunted, barely able to handle that single syllable as Emily Parsons continued her assault on his cock, her hand now joining the party as she started slowly jacking him off while fucking her mouth with his cock. "What are your thoughts?" said one of the voices on the other end of the line. Emily slowed her hand down as she placed both hands on Matt's legs and looked up at him, her mouth stretched open in a lewdly wide O. She was gently bobbing her head between four and five inches, back and forth, softly moving her sweet mouth back and forth as if waiting for something. Matt looked at her quizzically, wondering why she'd slowed down, he was so close, and if her mouth hadn't been so stretched open so wide he could've sworn she would have smiled. With all the concentration he could muster he directed his attention back to the phone and said, "Well sir, uh, I think –" As soon as he started talking, Emily, her hands placed on his legs and staring straight into his eyes, opened her throat and allowed the head of Matt's cock to pierce through. The Sitter Ch. 01 "AGGGGHHHHHHRRRR" Matt groaned. "Matt? Are you alright?" came the intrusive voice of his boss. Matt, barely able to speak managed to say, "Yes....yes...sir. I just....I stubbed my toe...I, Ohhhhhhh god," he moaned as Emily quickly pulled him out of her mouth and throat and just as quickly pushed it back in taking another inch down her gullet. She was forcefully spearing seven inches of his cock in and out of her mouth and he barely knew where he was. Her huge breasts bouncing with every dip of her head, her tight throat opening to accommodate the big head of his cock. "Are you alright?" asked the baritone voice. "Fine, just...just...need a minute." And Matt quickly reached over to the phone and pushed the mute button. "FUUUUUCK!!!" he shouted. Emily pulled his now saliva soaked cock from her mouth. "You like that?" she said smiling and breathing heavily. "Oh my god," was all he could say as he stared at this goddess, her 36D breasts jiggling with every breath, a trail of saliva leading from her mouth to his cock. "Don't cum yet Mr. Lehman," she said with mock fear. "Remember, you promised." "I don't know how much longer I can last." "Well, only one way to find out," Emily smiled as she looked at him with lust in her eyes. "I might need a little help with this next part." "What next part?" "This one." Emily brought the massive cock back to her lips and looking up at Matt, her bright blue eyes smiling at him in anticipation as she rubbed the glistening head of his cock against her lips, she opened her mouth and slowly moved her head down. Matt watched as she took the fourth and fifth inches of his dick like she had before and then opened her throat to accommodate the sixth and seventh, but Emily wasn't done there. Breathing deeply through her nose she pushed down, feeling overwhelmed but fantastically turned on, she took the eighth inch and then gagging loudly she took nine inches of Matt's cock down her throat. This girl was a class A, mind-blowing cocksucker. "Oh fuck, how did you...? Oh fuck that's so good." Emily pulled her mouth off and taking a huge breath dropped back down to take nine inches all at once. "Yes, oh fuck yes! Take my dick you slut! Take it down your throat!" Matt didn't even know who was saying the words that were coming out of his mouth as Emily bobbed her head up and down nine inches over and over again. He was lost in his own world at this point. He didn't know where the nasty things coming out of his mouth were coming from, but he was pretty sure it had something to do with the hot blonde throating his dick. "Fuck. That's it you dirty bitch- Oh, fuck yes- Take my big dick - Oh Fuck fuck! Oh my god that's good." Matt reached up and grabbed a fistful of Emily's hair and like a possessed man, he pushed her down. When Emily felt Matt grab her hair she what was about to happen, and taking a deep breath through her nose she plunged down Matt's cock once again. The nine inches that she had already taken and started to get use to (as much as a girl could get used to taking nine inches of thick cock down her esophagus) filled her throat quickly, but then Matt continued to push, until Emily, her mouth stretched as far as it could go, her throat gagging and her eyes watering, opened her throat and swallowed ten inches of his cock and then finally he pulled her off his dick and let her take a quick breath. Matt looked down at this topless beauty gasping in front of him and without a word he pulled her face back onto his cock and shoved all eleven inches down her throat at once. Emily gagged loudly, her throat stretched to capacity as Matt buried all eleven inches inside her, but after a moment, letting the tears drain from her eyes, letting her throat adjust to the huge alien guest, she calmed herself and opened her eyes to look at Matt. It felt like her skin was on fire and every pore in her body was alive. Matt looked at her and his hand that had been roughly holding her long blonde hair, relaxed and gently touched her cheek. He watched as she looked at him through watery, but clearly proud eyes, her mouth stretched wider than he would've thought possible, a distinct bulge in the side of her throat. The two looked at each other for what was probably only a few seconds, but what felt like minutes. Finally with a loud 'SHLOOOOK' Matt pulled his cock from her throat as she gasped for breath. Coughing and spluttering Emily regained control of her senses as she looked back at Matt and smiled. "You ever have a girl swallow your whole cock before?" she asked breathless and full of pride. "Not even close," Matt said, completely amazed. "If you wanted to I think you could cum now Mr. Lehman," Emily said smiling and rubbing her breasts, pinching her nipples and drooling down over both. Matt's saliva soaked cock, the cock that she had just conquered, the cock that had completely disappeared down her throat, hung, dripping with her spit between the two of them like a shimmering totem to manhood. "Really? "Yeah. But only on one condition," she said, pushing her big breasts together and lifting one to her mouth as her tongue snaked out to lick the nipple. "I want to eat it. I want to swallow your cum. I want you to cum right down my throat. Will you do that for me Mr. Lehman?" Matt's cock gave a small twitch of delight as he thought of this girl eating his cum and she smiled at his unconscious gesture of excitement. "I think I could accommodate you Emily." And once again Emily placed her hands on Matt's hips and started licking and kissing the tip of his massive cock. "I better suck...mmmmm... your dick really good then so you can...*slurp*... get back to your work huh?" Matt glanced over at the phone sitting on his desk and heard the dull grumblings of a conversation he couldn't have cared any less about. "Yeah. Suck it good and I'll give you treat." So Emily Parsons, never breaking eye contact, opened her mouth and throat and took all eleven inches of Matt's cock at once. "OHHHHHHHH FUCK YES!" Matt groaned. And once she reached the base of his eleven inches, not without some difficulty, Emily stuck out her tongue and licked at the top of Matt's ball sack while throating his whole dick. "That's it, you dirty bitch...ohhhh yeeeah... fuck your face on my cock." And as if he'd just given her the permission she was looking for, Emily did just that. Her face moving so quickly that it was a blur as she took Matt's entire cock over and over, and Matt, groaning constantly, barely able to move, managed to reach down to grasp one of her bouncing tits as she continued her assault on his huge cock. Emily moaned as he squeezed her breast, her jaw aching and her throat sore, but she didn't care. The only sounds in the room were the distant mumbling from the phone, Matt's long, low, incessant groaning and Emily's throat taking and releasing, gagging and stretching over his eleven inch cock. And suddenly Matt stood up, his 6'3" body towering over her as he reached down, grabbed her head and started to fuck her face. His balls slapped against her chin as his cock disappeared between her lush lips. "Oh god, Oh god, HERE IT COMMMMESSSS!!!!! He screamed pulling Emily's face all the way down to the base of his huge dick. Emily felt the head of Matt's cock expand deep down her throat and then, opening her eyes, she watched as his massive balls, hanging only inches in front of her, began to pump his thick cum straight into her stomach. Matt let go of her hair as he started to cum and Emily pulled his cock out of her throat wanting to taste his hot load. But as she pulled his dick back into her mouth she realized that she hadn't been able to tell while she was deepthroating him just how much he was cumming. Her mouth started quickly filling with his hot sperm and even though Emily immediately started swallowing, even then she was unable to accommodate the incredible, mind-blowing amount of cum erupting from Matt's dick. Matt looked down as he continued cumming and saw what could only be described as the greatest thing he'd ever seen in all of his 38 years. Emily Parsons, topless, her huge tits swaying, her blonde hair mussed but shimmering, had her mouth wrapped around the head of his cock and was swallowing his cum, gulping it down really, as he poured what felt like gallons of sticky hot cum right into her sweet little mouth. But that sweet little mouth couldn't handle the onslaught of his orgasm and as he looked in her eyes he watched as his cum burst past her lips and ran down her chin in a waterfall of cum covering her impressive tits. Emily moaned as his cum dripped down onto her breasts. The amount of cum she had already taken was like nothing she'd experienced before, but she didn't truly grasp how much Matt was cumming until she pulled his cock from her mouth and watched as the final few eruptions exploded onto her face. First one, then two, then a third wave of cum covered her pretty blonde face until her cheeks, eyes, forehead and mouth were covered and while she couldn't see anymore, she could feel Matt's thick, hot, white, sperm slowly slip down to cover her lips, and drip into her mouth and down to her breasts and even her legs. It felt like she'd just taken a bath in his cum. Emily, blinded but completely turned on, could hear him moaning above her, and reaching out with her hand she brought her mouth back to the head of his cock and licked and sucked the last little bit of cream from his aching tip. "Oh. My. God." Matt said looking at the spectacle before him. Emily Parsons was kneeling in front of him gently bobbing her head along the first couple inches of his still hard cock, completely covered in his cum. Her eyes plastered shut, her mouth, cheeks and breasts shimmering from the cum bath she'd just had. And then, as if all that wasn't enough, she took Matt back into her throat, one last time inhaling all eleven inches, and pulling back hard she sucked every last drop of cum out of his exhausted cock. Reaching the tip again she gave his cock one last kiss. "That was awesome!" she said. "You took the words right out of my mouth," Matt sighed breathlessly. "I also took the biggest load I've ever seen right out of your cock." Emily smiled, wiping some of his cum from her eyes. "Matt? Are you in there?" Mary's shrill voice came from outside the office door. Matt, still naked from the waist down, dived for the handle just as it began to turn. "I'm busy working honey!" He looked back at their babysitter who was still kneeling topless on the floor, completely plastered in his cum. "Well where's the sitter?" "Uh, I –" "Fucked her throat and came on her face," Emily whispered mischievously as she wiped his cum. Despite the stressful situation, Matt's cock lurched at what she'd just said. "I sent her home honey. She had a sore throat," Matt said smiling. Emily put her bra and jeans back on as she walked over to Matt who was still leaning against the door, his wife on the other side. And snaking her tongue into his ear she whispered, "Next time, I want you to fuck me until I scream." "I think I drank too much," Mary groaned from the hallway as they listened to her rush for the bathroom. Matt and Emily looked at each other confused before hearing the sounds of Mary vomiting in the toilet down the hall. Emily giggled and wrapped her hand around Matt's softening cock. "Next time," she smiled. And without a word she opened the office door and left down the hall. Matt slowly walked back to his desk chair, sat back and thought about the unbelievable thing that had just happened; as he listened to his wife throwing up down the hall and the faint mumbling coming from the phone on the desk as his conference call droned monotonously onward... To be continued... The Sitter Ch. 01 "Oh God, yes, fuck me Bill," she gasped. "I want to feel all of you inside me." I thrust deeper, feeling her shift and accommodate me as I went deeper, and then I reached a wall, the head of my cock cresting against the roof of her womb. That was a trigger that set her off once more, and she gave a triumphant cry, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a velvet vise, her body going rigid and shivering beneath me. In response, I felt my cock lurch and throb and a sudden stab of intense pleasure at the base of my cock -- and then I erupted deep within her, jet after jet of cum blasting from my cock into her womb. She shivered and came again, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly as her legs tightened around my waist. At last I fell away, gasping for breath, my cock pulling itself from her sheathe with a wet, sucking sound. "The worst part," Karen gasped, putting her hands on her belly. "I hate feeling empty." She rolled over on top of me, sweat dampened locks of hair falling on my face as she kissed me. "That was beautiful, my young man. You fuck like a volcano." I laughed. "I don't know about that," I said, "but I agree about the beautiful part." I tugged a stray lock of hair behind her ear to look her in the eye. "Uh, Karen'" "Yes, Bill'" "Was that. . . uh. . . a one time thing'" She smiled and gave me a peck on my cheek. "Of course not," she said. "Why, you ready to go again'" "Let me catch my breath first," I said, "and then, yeah." She laughed and sat up, tits bobbing hypnotically. "Then let's relax in the Jacuzzi until you get your strength back," she suggested. The Jacuzzi was in the master bath, off of Mom's room. I'd soaked in it a few times after long hikes or a day spent biking in the hills around the house, but I'd never shared the hot tub with a beautiful naked woman. "Okay," I said, reaching down to pick my glasses up off the floor. I didn't remember losing them, but had to admit it could have happened any time during the melee. As Karen rose and the bed shifted beneath me, I reached for my pants. "Don't bother," Karen said, bouncing out of my room, the globes of her tight little ass flexing as she left. I looked around, and shook my head. Running around my house without any clothes on wasn't something I normally did, but then this was turning out to be anything but a normal night. I hopped to my feet and followed her down the hall, into my mother's room. The door to the master bath was open, and I could hear water running already. I felt more than a little self-conscious walking through my mother's room without wearing a stitch and a semi-hard cock waggling around, particularly when I passed the mirror and saw myself, framed by my mother's bed and her dresser. I blushed, not only at the situation, but also because I found myself remembering the time I sneaked into Mom's room and went through her drawers, checking out her bras and panties. I had to admit, seeing Mom sunbathing by the side of the pool had gotten me curious. Still, I preferred the way I'd discovered Karen's measurements: hands on. I heard water splashing, and hurried into the bathroom. Karen had settled into the rapidly filling hot tub, and gave me a welcoming smile as I entered. I remembered to slip off my glasses, settling them gently on the counter by the sink, and then stepped into the water, wincing slightly at the heat. Karen splashed me. "Don't be such a baby," she said. "Do I look like a baby'" I said, bending low and tweaking a nipple. She swatted my hand away, but snuggled up when I sat down next to her. I cupped her breasts as she nuzzled my neck and nipped at my chin. We kissed, tongues dueling, as our hands roamed over one another's bodies. I cupped her ass, squeezed and kneaded her flesh, massaged her thighs and played with her tits. Her nipples tasted like strawberries, and I covered every inch of her breasts with kisses. I dropped a hand into her lap and cupped her mound, teasing those folds with a finger or two. In return, she stroked my lengthening rod and cupped my swollen balls. We played in the water for a while, touching and kissing and caressing, luxuriating in the feel of the water and our own bodies. In a way, this was more special than the sex. The physical feelings weren't as intense, but the emotional connection was stronger. There was genuine affection at work, rather than simple hormones, and I started to believe a twenty-eight year old knockout could have real feelings for an eighteen-year-old geek. I knew the opposite was true, but it was in the hot tub that I actually started to believe Karen really liked me. Seems dumb, doesn't it' But up until then all my sexual knowledge had come from the occasional porno seen at a friend's house, or late-night viewing on Cinemax, or the occasional naughty story or picture on the web. I thought sex was something men and women just did, without any necessary emotional commitment. I mean, my dad ran off with his secretary, you know' So it was very nice, in the aftermath of that first furious fuck, to be able to relax and just be with Karen for a little while. Still, it wasn't long before my cock was hard as an iron bar once more, pressed against Karen's thigh. Karen's nipples, hard as diamonds, scraped against my chest as we kissed, and I left her lips to play with her tits for a while. Karen kneaded the back of my head as I did and pushed her breasts into my face. I licked and sucked as much of her breasts as I possibly could, and Karen moaned and sighed as I did. "My tits are so sensitive," she said, "and you know all the right spots to hit." "Not too difficult," I murmured between kisses. "Nipples kind of stand out." She laughed. "Most guys would stop there," she sighed. "Well, you taste so good all over," I said, licking the valley between her pendulous mammaries. I yelped as she grabbed my dick and gave it a squeeze. "I have a treat for you," she said. "More' This whole night has been better than a 'treat' so far." She grinned. "You'll like this, Bill. I promise. Stand up." I did as she asked, water pouring down my body into the bubbling pool of the hot tub. Karen left her hand on my dick, and the motion caused it to angle away from my stomach towards her face. She gave it a quick peck on the tip that made the purple head swell in anticipation. Karen rose to her knees in the water so that her heavy breasts were parallel with my swollen cock. "I think you're just big enough to fully enjoy this," she said, giving my cock another kiss, this time using her tongue to tease the hole and taste my precum. Releasing my cock, she hefted her tits and pressed them against my cock, wrapping them around my hardness, enveloping my dick in hot, spongy titflesh. The tip of my prick peeked out from between her breasts, allowing her to bestow another French kiss upon the head. Instantly I began to thrust against her, flesh on flesh, the water from the hot tub mixing with my precum and Karen's saliva to create the perfect lubricant. It was different from Karen's cunt, not so tight or hot or powerful, but no less pleasurable. She used her hands to squeeze her breasts and tighten their hold on my cock, and at the apex of each thrust she was able to duck her chin and lash out with her tongue to lick my cockhead. I braced my hands on Karen's shoulders to gain more leverage and increased my pace, fucking her tits with all the speed and force I could muster. "Mmmm," Karen gasped, "I love a good hard cock between my tits." My dick pulsed with each thrust, and I could feel the cockhead swell every time her tongue touched me. My balls bounced against the underside of her breasts. Her tits were almost coated with my cream as it practically sprayed from my cock, and my shaft squelched as it slid against Karen's flesh. I could feel the pressure building at the base of my dick. "Oh yes," Karen urged. "Fuck my tits, I want to feel your cum all over me." "Oh my god," I groaned. "I'm going to cum any second!" "Yes!" Karen moaned. She pressed her tits even tighter against me, creating a warm, slick vise. Tongue and lips pressed against my cockhead, and the cum churned in my balls, waiting for release. My cock swelled, so hard that I thought it might snap, yet still I assaulted her tits. My balls contracted, tight as a fist, and my cock expanded, the spongy head turning dark purple and doubling in size. "Yes," Karen said again, "spray your cum!" I groaned, feeling the first charge begin at the base of my cock, and I cried out, without thinking. "Here it comes, Karen!" She squealed in delight as my cock surged from her cleavage and its eye winked at her. The bathroom door creaked open as the first jet of cum sprayed from my cock and splashed against Karen's cheek. Another followed right behind it, splattering against Karen's lips and chin. My eyes widened in shock and my heart would have skipped a beat had my body not been engrossed in one of the most intense orgasms of my life. Another jet of cum arced from the tip of my cock to land on Karen's breastbone, dripping down the slope of her breast, and my mother stepped into the room. Karen didn't see her, intent on my spraying cock, and I was too shocked to move or react; my dick lurched between Karen's cum splattered her tits. "You taste so good, Bill," Karen moaned, licking my still leaking cock. "Does he'" my mother asked, hooking a lock of blonde hair behind one ear and regarding us both coldly. Water splashed over the edge of the tub as Karen surged to her feet, knocking me onto my ass. My cock deflated, and I managed the presence of mind to cover myself with my hands. Karen didn't bother, standing proud and dripping wet in the middle of the hot tub, a slightly chagrinned look on her cum splattered face. Mom's full lips quirked into a hint of a smile. "Janine," Karen began, as a ribbon of semen dripped from her chin and landed on the upper slope of her right breast, "I can explain." "Jumped the gun a little, didn't you'" Mom asked, shrugging out of her jacket. The heat in the room caused her blouse to stick to her prodigious curves, and I caught a glimpse of a dark bra beneath the pale shirt. "What'" I gasped. The other two ignored me. Mom reached out with two fingers and scraped my cum off of Karen's cheek. My cock started to retain it's previous girth as Mom brought those fingers to her lips and sucked them into her mouth. "You're right about one thing," Mom said, licking her lips, "my son does taste good." Mom finally turned to look at me. "How are you feeling honey' A bit confused'" "Uh, yeah," I said, trying to hide my erection. Mom's eyes widened, taking in my ineffectual efforts. "Confused, but still excited, huh'" I nodded dumbly. Mom leaned over to Karen and brushed her lips against the other woman's, once more licking up the remains of my orgasm. My dick was so hard at this point that it hurt. "Karen and I have known for a while that you've had a crush on her," Mom began, pausing between sentences to kiss my cum off of Karen's body. Karen's head fell back and she regarded my mother with half-lidded eyes and a familiar, lazy smile as my mom explained. "A few weeks ago, Karen mentioned to me that she was having similar feelings about you. At first I was shocked, but then I tried to look at you through the eyes of a young woman, and I began to understand how Karen felt. I've also noticed you peeking at my body when I'm sunbathing or swimming, and it occurred to me that Karen and I could both have some fun with you." She turned away from Karen, licking her lips. "I confessed my own feelings to Karen, and she was excited by the prospect of us two horny old broads seducing a virile young man like you." She gave Karen a playful slap on the left breast, adding, "But it appears Karen was a bit more horny than I. The original plan was to wait until I got home tonight -- about now -- and sit you down and explain all this to you, so that, hopefully, you wouldn't freak out. I knew you'd go for Karen, but I wasn't entirely sure you'd want me as well." "Mom -- " I started to say automatically, but she cut me off with a shake of her pretty head. "Of course, after what I just saw upon stepping into the room, I don't think I could take no for an answer." "I. . . I. . ." I stuttered. My cock throbbed between my hands, thick as a tree trunk and leaking cream already. "When his brain catches up, Jan, he'll say yes," Karen said. "His cock has already decided things for him." Mom put a hand on Karen's shoulder and looked me in the eye. "This is going to do terrible things to your development, honey. But it's been so long for me, and I could never do it with someone I didn't love, and your so handsome and attentive, and, Jesus, you've got a big cock -- " "Yes!" I blurted. Mom's eyes widened, and Karen smirked. "As soon as I hit puberty I've wanted to fuck Karen," I said. "And you, too, Mom. But I never thought it was possible." As soon as the words left my mouth, Mom stepped toward me and wrapped me in her arms, her large tits mashed against my chest and my throbbing cock wedged against her short skirt. Her mouth found mine and we kissed, not like mother and son, but as lovers. Her mouth tasted faintly of cum, as well as the vanilla flavor of her lipstick and perfume. Her eyes looked into mine, and I saw my love for her reflected in them. Love, and lust as well. Mom placed her palm against my cheek, pulling away from me. The imprint of my wet body was left upon her clothes, soaking through the thin material and making it virtually transparent. The bra was indeed dark, a burgundy color, and I could see twin dents at the peak of each breast. Mom smiled, looking into my eyes. The gold of her earrings and necklace winked in the light. "I never nursed you, you know," she said. "We were still bottle feeding our kids when you were born. Would you like to try it now'" I nodded, not trusting my voice. Mom stepped back and began unbuttoning her blouse, kicking off her shoes as she did. Karen eased back into the water beside me. She reached out with one foot and toggled the switch to begin the water bubbling again. I hardly noticed. My mother, my beautiful, vibrant mother, was stripping off her clothes only a foot away from me. I gasped as the blouse fell away, revealing her pendulous breasts -- 36DD I knew -- in the snug burgundy bra. Her yellow bikini was much more revealing, but not nearly as erotic. The tan slopes of her breasts threatened to erupt from the tight brassiere, which pressed the two hemispheres tightly together, fashioning a magnificent cleavage. I heard a zip and a swish as Mom's skirt slid down her legs, revealing a burgundy garter belt framing a high cut pair of panties and holding aloft her dark stockings. "Your mother has magnificent taste in lingerie," Karen murmured in my ear, nipping lightly at my lobe. Mom shook her head lightly, unsnapped her garter belt and tapes, and began to roll her hose down her long, tanned legs. My mouth was hanging open, and I was afraid I was drooling. Karen cupped my jaw and closed it with an audible click. Her hand then dropped to my lap and began to stroke me. Mom stood on the mat, naked but for her bra and panties, her taut, tanned body all but revealed. She smiled at me, and, seeing my expression, began to chuckle. "What'" I said, blushing furiously and feeling my shaft begin to wilt. Mom shook her head. "I don't think you've ever stared at me so intently, Bill," she explained, eyes gleaming. "When I tell you to clean your room, somehow you don't hear me. When I tell you not to drink the orange juice out of the carton, you do it anyway. But when I get naked and promise to fuck you, suddenly you couldn't possibly be paying more attention." My cheeks darkened further, and I looked to Karen for support. She just grinned. "The words 'deer' and 'headlights' do come to mind," she said. "Hey," I interjected, "give me some credit. Just the possibility of a night of hot, passionate love with the two most beautiful women in the world would kill most men. I think I'm doing okay." Mom jiggled forward and gave me a long, deep, soulful kiss that I returned as best I could. My dick lurched, painfully erect in Karen's hand as my mother's tongue danced with my own. Finally she broke away to gasp for air, and regarded Karen with a proud look. "See what a good son I have'" she said. "He's amazing," Karen agreed. "Wait until he's inside you -- he's a natural." Mom gave me an appraising look. "Hey, ladies, I'm not a peace of meat," I grumbled. "Of course not, honey," Mom said. "That is a peace of meat," she added, reaching into the water to press her palm against the head of my cock. I almost came right there, and I could see from Mom's expression that she enjoyed it nearly as much. "How long I've wanted to do this," she whispered hotly, as her hand encircled my hardness and stroked my girth. Karen moved her own hand to hold the base of my cock as Mom slowly jacked me off. With her free hand Karen tipped my chin in her direction and pressed her lips against mine, kissing me hard. Mom kissed my cheek, my ear, my neck, and then let her tongue out once more to trace the muscle in my throat. All the while her hand flew up and down my cock. Karen's hand left my shaft and cupped my balls, squeezing them gently. I broke the kiss with Karen and turned to Mom. "Y'know," I said, "it's hardly fair that we're naked and you're not, Mom. Or that we're in the Jacuzzi and you're not." I punctuated my statement by reaching up to cup her bra-encased tits, giving them a little squeeze of their own. Mom gasped. "Getting a bit aggressive, are we, son'" She kissed me again. "I like that." She stood back a step and reached behind her back to unhook her bra and let it fall, revealing plump, bronzed breasts that stood proudly on her chest, capped by darkened nipples that were thick as pencil erasers and just as stiff. I could not help but notice the lack of tan lines and my cock throbbed in Karen's hand in response. Mom smiled wickedly at me and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, slipping them down her well-muscled thighs to the floor. Somehow she managed to cover herself with one hand so that I saw nothing of the hidden treasure between her legs. The wicked smile evened out to something almost demure, and Mom moved forward, lifting one leg to step into the hot tub. She balanced easily, swung the other long leg over, and then sat down on the lip of the tub, still cupping her mound with her hand. "Ready'" Mom asked, and I started, as if awakened from a reverie. "Yes," I said, mouth dry. Mom withdrew her hand, and for the first time in my life, I saw my birthplace. A neatly trimmed patch of blond fur hovered above the lips of her pussy, flushed and darkened with passion. Her pussy was open and inviting, pink folds glistening with moisture, and the hard nub of her clitoris peaked out at the apex of her cunt. "Breath, Bill," Karen told me. "You'll need that oxygen in a little bit." I found my voice. "Mom, you're so beautiful," I said. She smiled, ducking her head. "Thank you honey." "I never knew you sunbathed in the nude," I said, still marveling at my mother's beautiful, bronzed body. Mom laughed, a deep, throaty sound that made my cock throb. "Of course you didn't, silly. Up until now I wasn't in the habit of showing myself off for you." She smiled, showing neat, even teeth. "I usually do it when I know you'll be gone for a while, on a hike or bike ride in the hills." "Of course," Karen interjected, "that's going to change." Mom nodded. "Tonight, everything changes." She slid off the edge of the tub, into the water, her long legs framing my body. Under the water, my turgid cock pointed itself at Mom's cunt. Mom cupped her breasts and teased her nipples with her fingers. "If I don't get someone's lips on me soon, I'll be upset." The Sitter Ch. 01 I surged forward, into Mom's arms, and buried my face between her tits. The vanilla scent of her perfume enveloped me. I kissed the slopes of her breasts, licked and caressed them. I pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger, and then latched on to one with my lips and began to suck. Mom took my head in her hands and pressed me into her tit, running her fingers through my hair and moaning. I'd never heard my mother make that sound, and it excited me immensely, particularly the fact that it came in response to my actions. I was surprised when Karen nudged up against me and grabbed Mom's free breast so that she too could suckle at Mom's teat. I started to pull away in wonderment, wanting to watch, but Mom pushed me back into her and I began sucking again. I could see Mom's other hand massaging and kneading Karen's head, just as she did with me. Wanting to be the good son, the favored child, I redoubled my efforts, trying to swallow Mom's entire breast in my mouth. My cock pressed against Mom's thigh, precum practically spraying from it, but washed away by the motion of the water. Karen broke away from Mom's tit and moved upward, finding her lips and giving her a long, soulful kiss. One of Karen's own massive breasts pressed into Mom's, their nipples denting one another's flesh. I tried pulling away from Mom once more, and this time she let me go, intent on Karen. I sat back, trying to catch my breath and stave off the violent orgasm threatening to erupt from my body. The feelings, the scents, the sounds were all so overwhelming. I was still an eighteen-year-old kid, clearly out of my depth, living one of my deepest, darkest fantasies, once thought unattainable. Mom and Karen parted, and both regarded me with some concern. "Are you okay, honey'" "Yeah," I said. "it's all just a little. . . much to take in." "Do you want to stop'" Karen asked, brow furrowed with worry. "Just say the word, Bill." Mom nodded intently. "Are you kidding'" I said. "I just need to catch my breath -- I'm not stopping now, this close to the promised land." Both women smiled at me, and then at one another. Mom nudged Karen with her nose, a delicate movement that made me realize Mom probably felt the same way about Karen that I did. I would have been jealous, were they not both there in front of me, waiting to fuck me. "Why don't we relieve some of the pressure, then," Mom suggested, "and then retire to the bedroom, where there's so much more leg room'" "An excellent idea," Karen suggested. She cupped her hands before her, pointing in my direction. "Janine'" Mom slid forward, the water swishing and bubbling around her thighs, and put her palms on my hips. "Up you go, honey. I don't want to get any water up my nose." At her behest, I rose from the water, and she guided me down onto the lip of the tub. My cock jutted out from between my legs, swollen and throbbing, angling directly towards my mother's smiling lips. Her eyes were locked upon my girth, and she licked her lips. With one hand she swept hair behind an ear and with the other reached out to grip my hardness, her hand sliding easily over its slick length. Time seemed to stand still as my mother leaned forward. Her lips parted, and she aimed my cock at her open mouth. Her tongue darted out to lick the swollen head, and my cock squirted precum into her mouth. Mom attacked my cock, latching her mouth to the tip of my dick and sucking hard. Her cheeks hollowed from the suction, and I lurched in her mouth. Slowly she eased her lips down the length of my cock, engulfing my entire hardness centimeter by centimeter. I groaned and put my hands on Mom's shoulders, resisting the primal urge to start thrusting. Mom buried her nose in my bush, swallowing my whole cock. Then she slid back until only the tip remained encased in her warm and wet mouth. Her tongue drilled into my pisshole, and her saliva and my precum leaked out from between her lips to slide down the length of my dick. Mom sucked me in again, her tongue undulating along the underside of my cock as she swallowed me. She released me once more, letting my cock fall from her mouth, and then began to kiss her way down its length. When she reached the base, she sucked each of my balls into her mouth in turn and then dragged her lips back to the crown. She sucked and licked my cockhead, swallowing all the juice that sprayed from the top of my cock, and took my cock into her throat again. She released me once more, and looked me in the eye. "Let me taste you, honey," she said. "I want your cum in my mouth." She bent forward and engulfed me, sucking me deep into her throat. I felt the cum boiling in my balls, and again forced myself not to thrust. Mom sort of corkscrewed her mouth as she drew back again, and somehow that triggered the orgasm that had been building for the last twenty minutes. My cock lurched between her lips and went off, jetting a wad of cum into her mouth. Mom's eyes widened and the corners of her mouth turned up into a semi-smile as she felt my cum splatter on her tongue. Automatically she tightened the seal so that nothing could escape as I continued to cum. But when I kept cumming, Mom couldn't help letting some leak out, dripping down her chin. When the flood subsided, I collapsed against the wall and my cock began to deflate. Mom kept me between her lips, however, sucking up the last few drops of cum sticking to the tip of my dick. Finally she released me, and used her fingers to scrape the cum off her chin and suck it into her mouth. "Wow," Mom said. "I know you weren't backed up. Was all that for little ol' me'" "What can I say, Mom'" I told her, gasping. "You bring out the best in me." Mom's tongue darted out to lick cum off her lips. "I'm so proud of you, honey," she said with a smile. "C'mon," Karen said, hopping out of the hot tub and grabbing a towel. She jiggled enticingly with each step. "Watching the two of you is the most amazing thing in the world. But I want to see the main event." Mom smiled shyly at me. "What do you think, honey'" she asked. "Do you think she deserves a show'" I surged to my feet, my dick already beginning to regain its stiffness. "You bet!" I exclaimed, and both women laughed at my eagerness. Karen batted at me with the towel, and I grabbed it, pulling her into me. Her plush breasts pressed against my chest, and she leaned down to give me a long, passionate kiss. Mom drained the tub and picked up a towel of her own, drying her lush body with a few quick strokes. With a salacious wink at me, she darted into her bedroom, giving me a chance to stare at her bouncy, tanned ass. Karen broke our kiss and followed the line of my gaze. "I burn too easily," Karen grumbled. "You don't hold it against me, do you'" In response, I tweaked a nipple. She laughed, and pecked me on the lips. Then she stepped back and used the towel to give me a quick rubdown. I tried to protest, but she insisted. When I was dry, she led me by the hand into Mom's bedroom. Mom had turned down the bed, and now lay draped across it, a hand in her crotch tracing the lips of her soaking wet pussy. My cock bounced against my stomach as it thickened to its maximum length. I stumbled as all the blood left my brain and surged into my dick, but Karen caught me and kept me from landing on my face. "Why don't you catch your breath, stud," Karen suggested. "I see a hot, juicy pussy with my name on it." "Fuh'" I said sublimely, somehow finding a seat on the bed. Karen shook her head slightly, and slid between Mom's legs, lightly running her hands over Mom's calves and thighs. Mom bit her lower lip and spread her legs. Karen chuckled throatily and placed little kisses up and down Mom's thighs; the muscles tensed and bunched as Karen's lips brushed against them. I fought the urge to jerk off, and forced myself to put my hands behind my back and watch. Karen blew gently against Mom's pussy and kissed her stomach, flicking her tongue against Mom's belly button. She still had not physically touched Mom's pussy, but Mom was panting, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, breasts, and thighs. Mom cupped her tits and tugged at her hardened nipples. Karen paused, flipped her long auburn hair away from her face, and gave me a sly look. Mom whimpered urgently, and my cock throbbed at the sound. Karen pressed her lips against Mom's belly button again, and then kissed her way down Mom's pubic mound. When she reached Mom's pussy, Mom's whimper turned to a moan. Karen placed her hands on Mom's pelvis and used her thumbs to spread the lips of Mom's pussy apart. Karen's mouth pressed against Mom's cunt, her tongue lashing out to lick and taste Mom's juices. One of Mom's hands abandoned a breast and fell to Karen's head, kneading her hair and pushing her face deeper into her pussy. Mom's juices dripped out of her, coating Karen's mouth and chin, and creating a puddle on the sheets beneath them. Her prodigious chest heaved as she gasped with pleasure. Mom suddenly shuddered, and her thighs closed around Karen's head, muscles tensing all over her body. Mom sagged back, and Karen extricated herself from her embrace. Both women were grinning broadly. Karen crawled up Mom's luscious body to give her a kiss, allowing Mom to lick her juices from Karen's chin. They giggled, and both looked at me. "Aw, poor Bill. He looks so lonely over there," Karen said. "Janine, you'd better take care of him." She rolled across the bed, settling against the headboard on Mom's right. Mom sat up, spreading her legs slightly and making her gaping pussy wink at me. "I'm feeling a little wrung out, actually," Mom said. "Mind if we fuck tomorrow, sweetie'" My heart fell, though my dick throbbed between my legs, harder than ever. "I, uh, I guess so. . ." Mom laughed and slid toward me. "I'm kidding, honey. The very thought of having you inside me gets me charged up and ready. Having you here, on my bed, your cock hard because of me, is making the pit of my stomach do cartwheels and my pussy ache with need." She kissed me, her tongue slipping into my mouth, her tits pressed against my chest and her nipples scraping against me. I returned her kiss with equal passion, tasting her, breathing her in, wrapping my arms around her and holding her tight. She broke away and looked me in the eyes. "I love you, Bill, in more ways than a mother should. It took me a long time to realize that and I hope. . . I hope someday you won't hate me for what we're about to do." I kissed her again. "Mom," I told her. "I want this. I think I've always wanted this. I love you too, more than a son should." "Well, then," Mom said with a hungry smile. "Come and get me." She reclined against the bed, pulling me with her. My hardness pressed against her belly, and our skin burned where it touched. Mom gripped me by the base of my cock and aimed me at her weeping gash. My heart thundered in my chest, and I could feel Mom's heart beating just as rapidly. Her breasts heaved, sweat trickling down the valley between them, as the swollen head of my cock nestled into her pussy. "Oh God," she said. Tears formed in her eyes, but she smiled. "It feels so good already," she gasped. "Fuck me, baby. My baby, fuck me." So I did. With a groan, I levered my length into her sheathe, burying my cock in her pussy with one smooth thrust. I rested there for a moment, too amazed to move. My eyes widened in wonder as her heat enveloped me, washed over me, swallowed me. Mom bit her lip, eyes closing slightly, and I felt my own eyes mist over as well. A tremendous feeling of love, tainted with overpowering lust, welled up within me as I beheld my mother and the physical connection joining us. Mom broke before I did; her hips pressed up against me, trying to force me deeper, and I obliged. "Mooommmm," I cried out, pulling out slightly and driving myself back into her. Her pussy clenched around me, caressing my length as I rammed into her. She was so hot, so wet, and yet so tight as well. I could feel every pink fold with my cock, every ridge of flesh, and then the purple mushroom tip of my cock pressed against the roof of her cervix. Mom's eyes widened. "Oh my God," Mom hissed. "My baby is so big." I felt my cock throb and grow larger within her at her words, and I fucked into her as hard as I could. Mom fucked back with equal energy, tits bobbing with each thrust, her hips slamming into mine. Our pubic bones scraping together painfully, but the pleasure we felt was too intense, drowning out all other sensation. We needed desperately to become one flesh -- again -- and this was the only way. Mom's long, bronze legs wrapped around my waist and her calves pressed into my ass, urging me on. Her arms tightened around my body, pushing me into her breasts. Her mouth sought mine, trying to kiss, but the force of our bodies colliding together kept our lips from meeting. I braced my arms on the bed beside her lovely head, and began to really pound into her. My lower back ached, my arms shook, my thighs and calves quivered with the strain, but I barely felt them. My mind was preoccupied with my raging cock, piercing into my mother's secret hole, filling her completely. Her pussy, a velvet vice, tightened around my flesh, her juices soaking into my skin and matting my pubic hair. With each thrust, Mom grunted in a mix of pleasure and pain, and I echoed her. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her pussy melted around my cock. Mom's eyes widened even more, and her mouth dropped open. She sucked in a deep breath and released it in a high-pitched whine at the same moment that she went rigid beneath me. The walls of her pussy clenched around me, almost pinching me, and her body began to shake. I paused, still rigid, within her, and when her climax subsided, I kissed the hollow of her throat, then her chin, and then her lips. Her eyes were closed, but they opened, bright blue and shining, when I touched her lips. "That was. . . that was. . .," she gasped. "I told you he was a natural," Karen chimed in. I started, surprised. I'd completely forgotten she was there. So had Mom. "Jesus, Karen, you're still here'" Slowly, I began to thrust into Mom again, and she gasped. "Baby is still hard, isn't he'" I nodded wordlessly, picking up the pace once again, seeking the rhythm we had momentarily lost. Mom found it again with a lusty grin, her hips jamming against me once more. Karen started clapping. "We better fix that," Mom added huskily. "Have to take care of my sweetie." Her words made my cock throb and kick within her, but I'd already cum enough times that night to stave off the flood for a little longer. My first fuck with Mom was going to be one to remember for all time, I promised myself. Well, actually, that's implying I had any amount of lucidity at that point. Really, all I wanted to do was make my mommy feel good before I let go. She grabbed my head with both hands and held it steady long enough to kiss me. I tasted her salty tears on her lips as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Her head fell back suddenly; the second orgasm had come quicker than the first, but this time Mom kept moving through it. Her grip tightened on my shoulders, her legs pressed against my ass, driving me deeper into her, and her eyes rolled back in her skull. She cried out again, her hips on auto-pilot, and I maintained my speed, thrusting into her. Karen later told me that, at that point, she had half her hand up her cunt and she was dying to jump into the action with us. It took all her willpower to simply watch. "Oh God," Mom moaned again. "Don't stop, sweetie, don't ever stop. Fuck your mother, fuck me," she gasped. A good son, I did as she asked, driving deeper and deeper into her. Again and again I butted against the roof of her cervix, and her pussy tightened and tightened around my pistoning prick. We fit so well together, almost as if my cock were designed to fit into her socket. Mother and son, locked in an incestuous embrace, connected more tightly, more perfectly than anything else I had ever known. This was the woman who had carried me inside her, given birth to me, raised me. She kissed my skinned knees, taught me right from wrong, held my hand crossing the street, taught me how to read and ride a bike. And now, she was teaching me how to fuck. Sex with Karen was fantastic, beyond question, both the physical sensations and the fact that a long sought after fantasy had come true. But sex with Mom was more than merely fantastic. It was beyond amazing. It was perfect, so good that it hurt. Fucking Mom was transcendent. As that realization hit me, Mom's third orgasm crested, and she thrashed beneath me, driven mad with pleasure. Her pussy squeezed me, coaxing my own climax. My toes curled and the muscles in my thighs and back bunched up. My cock rammed deeply into her, the swollen head butting up against the roof of her cunt, tight and juicy, hot as a furnace. My balls contracted and my cock throbbed, bucked, and shot it's first wad of incestuous sperm into my mother's cunt. Another followed behind it, and another, a tide of cum that soaked the inner walls of Mom's pussy, a drop in the ocean as Mom's cum poured out of her and stained the bed and my thighs. And still I came, charge after charge jetting from my cock, my body rigid, my heart hardly beating as my totality centered on my erupting cock. At last, spent, I collapsed upon my mother, gasping, body limp. Mom cooed in my ear, rubbing me head and back with her hands, and my ass and thighs with her calves. My whole body ached, most especially my rapidly deflating cock, still embedded in my mother. I was dazed and losing consciousness, but I felt the bed shift as Karen sidled close to us and wrapped her arms around me. She laid her head against Mom's shoulder, giving her a little kiss, and the three of us drifted off to a much deserved sleep. The Sitter Ch. 02 This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's all pretend, folks. * * * * * Consciousness returned thanks to a ray of sunlight, falling across my face. I blinked myself awake, stretched, and sat up. The body next to me, wrapped tightly in blankets, groaned. I blinked again, looking around and trying to get my bearings. I was in my mother's room, sleeping in her bed. . . and I was buck naked. Suddenly it all came rushing back to me. I had spent a night of unbridled passion with my mother and her friend. I looked more closely at the body next to me, and noticed blonde hair sticking out of the covers. Mom, then. Where was Karen? Mom stirred next to me and rolled over, pushing the covers down. She smiled at me sleepily, eyes half-closed. "Good morning," she murmured. "How are you feeling?" "Still dazed, I think," I admitted. I coughed. "Kind of thirsty." Mom sat up, wrapping the covers around her. "I'll get you some water," she said. She rose and padded lightly toward the door. She returned a few minutes later with a glass of water. I took it gratefully and slurped it down. Mom settled on the bed next to me and ruffled my hair. "Where's Karen?" I asked, setting the empty glass down. "She had to go home," Mom said. "She left around two last night, but she'll be back. Don't worry." Mom paused and cupped my chin in her hand. "We need to talk about some things, though." "Yeah," I said. "Did you enjoy last night?" she asked. "You bet," I told her with a grin. "No regrets?" she asked. I shook my head vehemently. "I'm glad, because I feel the same way. But if it's going to continue, there have to be some ground rules." "Um. . . okay. What kind of rules?" "Well, first and foremost, you can never tell anyone about us. You've reached your majority, but that doesn't change the legality of the situation. There's a definite possibility I could end up in jail and we might never see one another again. So it's very important that you don't brag about this with your friends." I nodded dumbly. It hadn't occurred to me, the danger we were in, simply because of the way we expressed our love for one another. The potential consequences filled me with dread. "Hey," she said, chucking my chin. "Cheer up. It isn't all bad news. You and Karen can go public any time you want. There are other things to consider, too. You're already mature for your age, one of the reasons why I don't feel too terribly guilty for corrupting you, but if you're going to be doing 'adult' things, you're going to have to be more of an adult. That means helping out around the house more, picking up after yourself, cleaning your room, not drinking milk out of the carton, that sort of thing." I smiled. "I think I can do that," I told her. "Good. Now, thirdly, I am not your fuck slave, and you're not mine. I am still your mother and you are still my son. If you want sex, you're going to ask for it, and you're going to have to do your chores and your homework in order to get it. The same goes for me; I'll never force you to do anything you don't want to do. I'm going to suggest some things, and maybe you'll have ideas of your own, but if either of us says 'no' or 'stop,' then that's what happens. Okay?" I nodded again, digesting her words. "That also means that you need to have as normal a social life as possible. I'll always be here for you, but if you meet a girl your own age, don't blow it because of me. I need this right now, and I know you enjoy it, but I'm scared to death of arresting your development or of doing permanent harm to your psyche." She smiled. "Not scared enough, obviously, but still I worry." "Well, jeez, Mom," I said, "I don't really see that happening. The girl my age thing, at least. And I don't feel permanently damaged. I love you, I love Karen, and I love what we did last night." "That's my sweetie," Mom said, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. "Now, we're both sticky and stinky and we need to get cleaned up. Let's take a shower." "Together?" I said, dumbfounded. Mom laughed. "Of course. Don't you want to?" In answer, I leapt out of bed, grabbed her by the arm, and tugged her into the bathroom. The blanket slid off of Mom's perfect, bronzed body, causing her to stumble. I tried to catch her, but we ended up in a tangled heap on the ground, Mom on top of me, heavy breasts mashed against my chest, my rapidly hardening cock pressing into her belly. "You okay?" I asked. Mom nodded. "You broke my fall." She leaned down to give me a quick kiss, but I opened my mouth and grabbed her lip, and managed to turn her quick peck into a passionate kiss. She broke away, gasping. "Naughty boy," she mock-scolded. "Shower," she ordered, getting up and pulling herself out of my embrace. She bounced into the bathroom and I scampered to follow her. She marched past the Jacuzzi to the narrow shower stall and slid the door open. She leaned over to turn on the water, and I received an excellent look at her full, rounded ass. She gave me a funny look over her shoulder and then stepped into the shower, letting the warm spray hit her breasts and cascade down her body. Hesitantly I stepped into the cramped space after her, pressing our bodies together. Mom cooed and we kissed again. My cock was red and a little raw, but it was inching its way toward an erection very quickly. Mom grabbed the soap and moved out of the way a little to let the water hit me. Her tits were slick and wet, her nipples straight and hard. She swept her hair back with a splash of water. I closed the glass door behind me and let the water hit me. Then Mom started to wash me. She scrubbed my chest and arms, making circles around my nipples and brushing lightly against my stomach. Breasts bobbing, she knelt down and washed my legs, then twirled me around to wash my back and ass. Then, pushing her body against my back, she reached around me and grabbed my cock with soapy hands. I groaned and thrust into her hands. She cupped my balls and squeezed slightly, while pressing her plush, soapy tits into my back. "Do you like that, sweetie?" Mom said huskily into my ear. I could only groan in response. "Well," Mom said, releasing me abruptly, "now it's your turn to clean me." "But -- but -- ," I stuttered. Mom nipped my earlobe and grabbed my ass with both hands. "Yes, you do have a nice butt," she said. "But I want to cum," I finished, pressing back against her hands and tits. "You will," Mom promised. "But I want you to soap me up first." Grumbling, I turned around. My grumbling trailed off. Mom really is an absolutely gorgeous woman. Tall and long-limbed, she has large, heavy breasts that stand high on her chest, capped with dark nipples. Her narrow waist flares out into broad hips, framing a neatly trimmed pussy. She has long legs, sculpted by long runs and swimming. Her skin is tanned a deep bronze, from her dainty toes to her narrow ears, and everything in between. Slicked with water and slightly soapy, she glistened in the light overhead. She smiled suddenly, revealing neat even teeth. "Like what you see?" "Uh-huh," I told her. I grabbed her tits with both hands, pressing my palms into her nipples. "No," Mom said gently, taking my wrists and disengaging my grip. "Wash me. Take your time, explore my body. We have all day to fuck, but trust me, it will be more fun if we build up to it. Okay?" I nodded. "I think I understand," I told her. "Um, sorry," I added sheepishly. Mom shook her head, smiling. "Don't apologize honey." She gave me a quick, wet hug. "Now get to work." I returned her smile, and picked up the soap. Slowly, taking my time, I explored my mother's body. I traced the line of her collar bone with the bar of soap and my fingers, and then the muscles in her arms and the side of her body. Carefully, I soaped up my hands and cupped her breasts once more. Using my fingers, I traced concentric circles around each breast, tightening each circle as I completed it, eventually reaching her nipples. I gave each of them a tweak, and was rewarded with a gasp from Mom. I brushed the soap lightly along her midsection, and knelt down before her, washing her thighs and calves and feet, and then tracing my way upward along the inside of her legs, pausing before I reached the center of her being. I stood once more and made a twirling motion with my forefinger. Mom grinned, and turned obediently, revealing her slick blond hair spilling down her bronzed back and the taut globes of her ass. Mom tugged her hair over her shoulder, and I scrubbed her back. I kissed the nape of her neck and traced the dimple at the small of her back with my thumb. Mom arched her back and pushed her ass against me. My hardened cock pressed against the cleavage of her ass, and my dick lurched, spraying a jet of precum onto Mom's back. I retreated slightly, bumping against the wall of the shower, and placed soapy hands against Mom's ass. I cupped and kneaded the globes, soaping them up. Mom's asshole winked at me, and I couldn't resist pressing my forefinger against it. "Oh, yes," Mom moaned, pushing against me once more. Unwittingly, the tip of my finger slipped into her asshole, the rubber ring around it closing tightly around it. Mom braced her hands against the wall and pressed her ass against me. My finger slipped deeper inside her, and I could feel her heat. I reached my hand beneath her and, finally, pressed my hand against her pussy. "Oh, God," Mom said. I parted the lips of her pussy and thrust two fingers insider her dripping hole, feeling and teasing her folds. I flicked her clit with a fingertip and Mom released a toe-curling moan. Our sudsy bodies heaved together, wet and moaning. Her pussy soaked my hand, and my finger sank into her ass past the second knuckle. Mom humped herself against my hands, and her breathing increased. She tossed her head back, hitting me in the face with soaking wet locks of hair, but she hardly noticed. When I judged she was close, I withdrew my fingers with a sucking sound and released Mom. Her hips still moved, hypnotic and bewitching, and Mom looked over her shoulder at me with a wanton expression. "Your cock," she said. "Inside me. Now." I was going to argue about "anticipation" and "making the moment last" and so on, but my dick was awfully hard and my balls were churning with unspent sperm and the thought of dipping my wick into my mother's pussy once more blasted all rational thought to nothingness. The shower was beginning to cool, despite the steam hanging in the air, and our fingertips were wrinkling, but neither of us noticed. I grabbed the base of my cock and aimed it Mom's weeping pussy. I grunted as I thrust forward, slipping inside her with one quick movement. Mom cried out and rolled her ass towards me, forcing me deeper into her. The tip of my cock mashed against the roof of her womb. Mom's body stretched to accommodate my girth, and I could feel more of her from this angle than I had the night before. Her heat scalded my cock and urged me onward as I began to thrust into her, my stomach hammering against her tight ass with each movement. I reached around her to cup and knead her tits, and this time there were no protests. Mom's hands flattened against the shower wall and her arms bent at the elbow. She fucked against me, and I fought to keep up with her. Mom made a sound between a moan and a whine, and her pussy clamped down around my cock. her body shuddered beneath me, and I could feel her juices inundating my dick, running down both our legs. Mom's pace slowed, but still she sawed her pussy up and down my length. She looked over her shoulder at me, and said between gasps for breath, "Sweetie, grab the shampoo." "Now?" I said. She nodded urgently, licking her lips and rolling her eyes back into her skull. Being the obedient son, I grabbed the Pert from the basket hanging on the wall. Mom raised herself up and my cock slipped out of her drooling cunt, slick with our combined fluids. "I want your cock in my ass," Mom told me. "Use the shampoo to slick yourself up, and then squeeze some on my asshole." I gaped at her for a moment, cock throbbing between my legs and shampoo bottle gripped tightly in my hand. "Objection?" Mom asked. I shook my head. "Then you should get started," she suggested. I squirted some of the green fluid on my proud cock, using my free hand to coat it from base to tip. Then I pointed the bottle at Mom's winking asshole and gave it a squeeze. Mom had thoughtfully spread her ass with both hands, allowing me unlimited access. The Pert pooled between her cheeks, and I spread it with my forefinger, slipping inside to get in there as well. "Mmm, good," Mom said. "Now, careful, press the head of your cock against my ass. You'll have to take it slow. Ease it inside. If you're too fast or too rough at first, you'll hurt me." "Hurt you?" I exclaimed. "Mom, are you sure?" "Yes, I'm sure," she told me. "It will take a moment for me to adjust to your size, but after that you can fuck my brains out, I promise." "Okay," I said. Taking my cock in hand, I aimed for the little hole and pressed the head of my cock against it. Slicked up by shampoo and precum, the flared head met little resistance. The puckered ring of Mom's asshole opened up to receive me. It was tighter than her pussy, tighter and hotter. The pain wasn't one-sided, however; she was so tight that she pinched my cock. Even had she not warned me, I would have had to take it slow. I gripped Mom's hips and slowly sank myself into her ass, centimeter by centimeter. Mom bit her lip and pressed her cheek against the shower wall as I bottomed out, and my stomach once again pressed against her ass. I felt Mom's fingers brush against my balls, and assumed her hand or hands were between her legs. "That's it, sweetie," Mom encouraged. "Fuck my ass." I pulled out and thrust in again, and I found the going easier this time. Mom was right, as usual. Her body adjusted easily to my cock within her. Mom pressed against me, and I slowly and carefully began to fuck her ass. Mom grunted with each thrust, and I could hardly catch my breath, my heart was pounding so hard. My cock throbbed with each beat of my heart, squirting cream into Mom's bowels. I released Mom's hips and grabbed her tits once more, pinching and tweaking her nipples with my fingers as my cock fucked into her. Suddenly Mom tensed, and she released a wail, her entire body shuddering in my embrace. "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming again," she cried. Her ass tightened around my cock, hot flesh pinching me sharply, and the globes of her ass pressed around the base of my cock. As Mom's pussy juice poured down her thighs and splashed my own, I felt her hand grip my balls and squeeze sharply. That was enough for me. I thrust deep inside her and loosed the load of cum that had been building since I woke up that morning. My heart thundered in my chest and my cock spat cum with each contraction of my heart, wad after wad of boiling white cum coating Mom's insides. "I love how you feel cumming inside me," Mom moaned, thrusting her ass against me. As the flood subsided, I withdrew, and a tide of cum followed me, weeping out of Mom's stretched asshole. Mom's thighs quivered and she collapsed in a heap on the floor of the shower. She half-turned and looked at me with lidded eyes. "You're a natural born fucker, sweetie," Mom gasped. "Just like my mother," I said, sliding to the floor beside her. Mom laughed. We sat there for a while, catching our breath, but when the falling water turned cold, Mom finally stood up and cranked the hot water back up. She picked the bottle of shampoo up and the bar of soap. "We should clean up again," she said. So we did, being careful this time not to devolve into another frenzied fuckfest. Which was very difficult, actually. Mom is quite the firecracker, and what she and Karen started the night before really loosed the genie from the bottle. I was turning into quite the fiend myself. After we had dressed in our separate rooms, we met downstairs in the kitchen and Mom made breakfast, frying pancakes on the griddle. I took the time to ask some questions. "So Mom," I said, while setting the table. "When did you and Karen start, um --" "Planning last night?" she finished with a smile. I shook my head. "No, um, when did you start having sex? Uh, together, that is." "Oh, that," Mom said exaggeratedly. "It started about three months ago, although last night was only the third time we'd been together. The first time just sort of happened. I dropped off some things at her place, and she showed me her dildo collection." She grinned salaciously. "It's quite extensive, I must say, and it had been a long time since, well, since your father. So Karen suggested I try one out, and when I at first proved reluctant, she proceeded to demonstrate for me." Mom shook her head, grinning at the memory, while I tried to picture it in my head. "The next thing I knew, we were kissing and touching one another, and things escalated from there. Afterward, Karen first confessed to me that she was falling for you. I think that shocked me more than the sex had, to be honest. It didn't take me too long to adjust to the idea, and start thinking similar thoughts myself." Mom flipped pancakes onto a plate and walked them over to the table. I speared one with my fork and began to eat. "The second time?" I prompted. "Don't talk with your mouth full," Mom admonished gently. "The second time was here, in the living room. Remember last month when you went to the concert with your friends?" I did indeed. My friends Russ and Sirajul and I had gone to see Aerosmith at the Civic Center. It was hard to believe that while we were rocking out, Mom was going down on Karen in our living room. "After few glasses of wine, I kissed her and she kissed me back and before we knew it, we were naked on the couch, eating one another out. This time, I was the one with the deep, dark confession after our lovemaking. Surprisingly, Karen didn't try to have me committed. She was actually excited by the prospect. . . which is what leads us to our present circumstances." We ate in silence for a while, until I looked up in alarm. "Mom," I asked hurriedly, "could you get pregnant?" Mom turned a deep crimson. "I put myself on the pill again," she told me, "as soon as I started thinking seriously about seducing you." I breathed a sigh of relief. Mom looked askance at me. "You didn't think I'd be that irresponsible, did you?" I shrugged. "I think it's pretty obvious I haven't been thinking much at all lately." Mom laughed. "Well, even with the pill we aren't totally in the clear. There's still a chance -- a very small chance -- that I could get pregnant. If we really wanted to make sure, you'd have to wear a condom." I thought furiously, staring at my half-eaten pancakes. "Well, if the chance is really small," I started to say. Mom laughed again. "What?" I asked. "You're incorrigible," she said. "And so cute when you let your emotions override your intellect. But don't worry. As long as we're careful and avoid my most fertile periods, the pill should do it's work. Okay?" "Okay," I told her, suddenly regaining my appetite. I dug into my breakfast with gusto. The phone rang and Mom rose to answer it. The smile that appeared on her face somehow told me Karen was on the other line. Mom looked at me over the lip of the phone and mouthed "Karen," confirming my suspicions. "No, we've been up for a while," Mom was telling Karen. "We sort of lost track of time in the shower, though. Yes, in the shower. And in the ass." Mom laughed at something Karen said, winking at me. "No, no, that's fine. I have to head down to the office anyway and put the finishing touches on that deal from last night. I'm sure our little man would love to spend some time with you." She paused and cupped the phone in one hand. "Does that sound fun, sweetie?" The Sitter Ch. 02 Please contact me with any feedback or suggestions, all are welcome! enjoy.... PS: you need to have read The Sitter first to enjoy this continuation thoroughly.... If you haven't, please go ahead and read it right now, then come back. I'll wait. :) I stood over Katie as she slumped on the couch, recovering from the shuddering orgasm that had wracked her slim body as I fucked her from behind. She smiled up at me, beads of sweat standing out on her ripe breasts in the low TV light. Slipping to her knees once more, she ran her small hands up my thighs, making my cock jerk and pulse. "MMmmm... Daddy..." Katie murmured, leaning close to lick her way up my thigh, her soft breaths on my cock and balls. "We simply... must... take care... of you..." she said between kisses and gentle kitten licks on my skin, tantalizingly close to my dick, making it throb anew. "Little Katie's gonna make you cum.... So fucking hard..." "All in good time, babygirl," I said, not without some inner struggle; I wanted nothing more than to take my cock in my hand, jerk it in this beautiful brunette's face, and coat her with hot, sticky spunk, but I wanted to make this night – this first night – last as long as possible. "Come here," I added, beckoning her with a finger. Katie rose to her feet sinuously, her skin sliding against mine, her full red lips giving the head of my sticky dick a lingering kiss as she rose. My fingers gripped her upper arms roughly as her body met mine, pulling her against me as I kissed those lips, my tongue forcing into her young mouth, claiming her. Katie moaned against me as I held her arms behind her back with one hand, her wrists crossed, her eyes wide and wet and innocent, but with that devilish sparkle I was growing to love. I backed Katie toward the wall and she obeyed willingly, hands effectively bound, looking up at me expectantly. Her soft lips were wet and parted, and on them was the unspoken question; what are you going to do to me? By way of an answer, as we neared the wall I turned Katie roughly, pushing her against it, forcing her to throw her hands out to support herself. Her breathing was labored as I put one foot between hers and forced her legs apart, wide, wider, and she smiled over her shoulder at me, sticking out her delicious teen ass, moving her hips sensuously, putting on a show for me, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Daddy Griff..." she taunted, her voice sing-song and teasing. "Are you gonna fuck me again, Daddy? God, I fucking need it so bad... are you gonna take my pussy again? My ass?" Her eyed brightened at this thought, and she stuck her ass further out at me as I stood entranced by her, the base of my erect cock in hand. "I've only had a few cocks in my little pussy... and none of them were as big as you," she added, eyelashes fluttering, "but nobody – no-bod-y – has been in this tight, hot asshole." I reached out, putting my hands on those sweet, firm peaches, kneading firmly, pulling them apart to reveal the puckered rosebud in question. "This little ass right here, babygirl?" I said quietly, my thumb rubbing at it, in delicate circles. Katie gasped, nodding, her mouth open. "Ohhhh... yes, that's the one, Daddy. It's been waiting for you." Her face changed and a slight look of genuine concern crossed it. "Will... will it hurt, Daddy? When I look at those girls getting fucked in the ass on your computer, it looks like it hurts..." "A little, baby... but in a good way," I replied, standing beside her, one hand still massaging her ass, kissing her lips gently. "I know you'll never hurt me," Katie said, her gaze full of love and lust in equal measure. "Wait here, baby," I said, moving off to the kitchen, leaving her spread-eagle against the wall, my cock bobbing as I walked. When I returned with a small bottle of vegetable oil, Katie grinned wolfishly. "Mmm... my Daddy, so considerate..." "Of course, babygirl," I said. Standing behind her statuesque ass once more, I slowly upended the bottle, holding it high over her and letting the thick, viscous liquid drip... drip... drip onto the middle of her back, pool slightly, then start to slide down toward the crack of her ass. Katie giggled, holding still for me. "It's kind of cold, Daddy... but I like it," she purred, her voice 100% little-girl-lost again. I watched as the thin rivulet of oil ran down between her asscheeks and over the pink untouched hole that I intended to make my own, continuing down to run down her cunt lips and drip onto the floor. The sight was hypnotic, and I added to the stream, moving the bottle back and forth and dripping oil all over that Rubenesque ass, enveloping it in a thin coating of oil that ran down Katie's soft skin and dripped onto the floor. "Oh Daddy, you're making a big mess," Katie taunted playfully. "The missus is going to be so, so mad at you..." Her eyes flashed cheekily as she looked over her shoulder at me, but that look changed to one of wild-eyed surprise as I suddenly slid my forefinger into her asshole to the first joint, the oil easing my passage. "Oh! Oh, Daddyyyy..." the babysitter groaned, pushing back against me involuntarily, her asshole pulsating around my finger as I pushed deeper. "Oh fuck... that feels so damn good. More... I want more. Please?" "Since you asked nicely, baby," I said, smiling, and slid my finger inside to the knuckle, moving in and out, fingering her slick ass. Katie groaned, her hips jerking, leaning her head against the wall as I pushed, moving faster now, feeling her tight hole relax a little around the thrusting digit. I moved my other hand down, playing with her oil-slicked pussy lips and rubbing her clit, and felt her ass contract as her pussy reacted to me playing with both holes. "Oh! Oh! Oh... fffffFUCK!" Katie cried, panting now, chest heaving. "Oh Daddy I wish you had 2 cocks... I wish you could fuck both my holes at once... I want you inside me, anywhere you want it, just do me..." I was not about to turn down any more invitations, and took up the bottle of oil once more, holding it over my hungry cock and letting it pour over my shaft, dripping off my balls. I took my cock in hand, stroking up and down as Katie watched, my dick glistening wet. Pressing up against her, I pulled back the foreskin, and my hot, oily cockhead pushed against Katie's virgin asshole, seeking admission. Holding it there with one hand, I used my other to wind Katie's thick sheaf of dark hair in my hand, pulling her head back roughly as she held herself up against the wall. "Who's my slut?" I asked, my voice fierce, strained. "I am! I am, Daddy," Katie responded, a veneer of fear on her perfect face, undercut with desire. "Who's my whore?" "Oh god... please fuck me..." "WHO... is... my... WHORE?" I repeated, yanking on her hair, making her cry out. "Ahh! Oh Daddy... I am, Katie's your whore, anytime you want, I'll be good..." I leaned in, close to her ear, my cock threatening to push into that ass, and she whimpered meekly, trying to push back against me, trying to slide her ass around my shaft to no avail. "One more question, Katie," I said, my lips by her ear. "Just one more... answer correctly and you get what you want." "Y-yes, Daddy," Katie said, nodding. "Anything... anything for you..." "Tell me... from now on, how many cocks are going to be inside that hot mouth... this heavenly pussy... and this perfect ass?" Katie beamed, like a schoolgirl with her hand up in class, eager to please Teacher. "Just one, Daddy! Just your big fat cock, that's all I need –" Katie's words trailed off as I pushed with my hips, my foreskin pulled back and my swollen cockhead pushing inside her pliant ass, the tight hole straining to welcome it, gripping my rod perfectly as I popped inside, a burning heat spreading from my dick all over my body. Her mouth opened in a perfect O, her eyes matching it, and Katie soundlessly gaped as I started gently pushing inside, my hands on her hips, holding her asscheeks apart, watching as she took more and more cock into her perfect unscathed hole. One of her hands flew off the wall and came back to grip my hip, and I thought for a moment that this was too much, that she would ask me to stop – but the hand reached around and cupped my ass, pulling at me, urging me deeper. I looked into those silken brown eyes, and Katie found her voice as I pushed the last inch of cock inside her ass, holding it there, hot and stiff; "Oh – Ohh – Ohhhhh FUCK Daddy! Why didn't we do this... a long fucking time ago?" she said between panting breaths. "Don't stop... never stop, just FUCK my ass, make me your slut!" My fingers digging into the soft skin of her ass, I willingly obeyed, pumping in and out of the tight hole, branding it, making it my own, as Katie moaned and thrashed, fists hammering the wall, her feet lifting off the floor as I supported her, thrusts pushing up inside her. "Oh GOD, Katie baby," I sighed, pushing against her. "Your ass feels so FUCKING good, my slut..." "Daddy Daddy Daddy," Katie whined, riding my dick, one of her hands sliding between her legs to finger her pussy while I pummeled her ass with meat. "Katie's gonna cum again, Daddy... can I cum? Please...?" "DO it, slut," I said, trying hard to hold back my own impending orgasm, wanting to make this sweet girl cum again first before taking my ultimate pleasure. "CUM for me!" As if on command, Katie began to buck on me, body contorting and fingers a blur between her legs; I held my cock deep in her perfect ass as she cried out, her back arched toward me. "DADDY!" she cried out once, the only intelligible word among the moans and sighs, before she slumped slightly against me, her body still jerking with slight aftershocks as her pussy spasmed and my dick throbbed inside her ass. I held to her like that, buried inside her, my chest pressed against Katie's back, my hands on her tits and my lips tasting the sweat from her swanlike neck, and then Katie pushed herself up on her toes, sighing long and low as she slid off my cock, releasing me from the tight heat of her. Dropping to her knees, looking up at me from between the sweaty tresses of her hair, Katie reached out and grabbed her cast-off sweater, wiping my cock down. "No excuses now," she said, stroking my clean dick. "No more waiting, Daddy. No more words. You're gonna cum, you're gonna cum hard, and you're gonna cum all... over... me." That was a certainty now; my balls ached with pent-up cum, and my dick was iron-hard, the head seemingly bigger than it ever had been as Katie went to work, jerking the foreskin back and spitting on my cock, lubricating it; between strokes she would kiss and lick the head, sucking it into her young mouth, moaning on it, the vibrations from her humming bringing me closer and closer. "That's it, Daddy," Katie purred, releasing me from her talented lips and stroking my cock more furiously, sensing the impending explosion that was building up inside me. "You've been so good to me... let me do this. Come on, let it go... I want all that hot cum, I earned it, I'm a good girl..." That did it; reaching out to support myself against the wall as I felt my knees weaken, I arched my back, my dick leaping in Katie's little hand and a huge jet of thick, hot cum shooting out, landing on her face, spattered on her lips and chin. "Oh! FUCK yes, Daddy, do it..." Katie said, lips split in a grin as more spurts of spunk landed on her face, inside her eager mouth, dripping from her chin onto her bounteous tits. It felt like I would cum forever; fucking this eager young slut had me feeling like a teenager myself, with boundless reserves of cum. I took over, gripping the base of my dick, directing shots of cum onto each of Katie's tits as she held them up for me, and shooting the last loads onto her outstretched tongue as she moaned happily, lapping it up, licking her face. "MMMMmmmmmm," she sighed, almost as she had in the throes of orgasm. "So yummy, Daddy... and it's all for me, all for Katie..." Eyes closed, the brunette sank my dick into her mouth, sucking and licking me clean, then wiping the cum from her face and chest, scooping it into her mouth, slurping hungrily, her eyes ablaze. "Oh, Daddy," Katie moaned, her little-girl voice back with a vengeance. "You got me all dirty. We have to clean up now..." To be continued... The Sitter Ch. 02 "Sex is like air; it's not important unless you aren't getting any." – John Callahan Emily Parsons was feeling great. The late November snow outside the windows was falling slowly, occasionally sticking to the glass and melting before her eyes as she sat in the small breakfast nook slowly sipping her tea. She was bundled up in a deep blue cashmere sweater that matched the color of her eyes with flannel pajama bottoms. Her ward for the evening, the Andrews' 8 year old son, Carl, was busy in the adjacent room playing video games, while she was being paid to relax in the comfort of their spacious kitchen, reading magazines, sipping tea and texting. She sighed to herself at the picturesque scene before her and turned back to the trash mag she was reading. She lackadaisically flipped the pages not really paying attention to any of it. This was the life. She'd already made enough money to buy the used mustang convertible she had her eye on, so whatever babysitting money she made from here on was just gravy. Maybe she'd go shopping for some new shoes or clothes or something. Not that she had anyone to wear them for. Although she'd had more than a few interested guys she could have chosen from, Emily was enjoying being single. There was something so exciting about not being tied down to one guy. And though she rarely shut the door on opportunity if it knocked (and if opportunity said the right things, and had a fat cock, she might just have to let it in), she was still happy with the freedom that being single afforded her. Just then Emily's cell phone buzzed. She looked and saw that her best friend Danie had texted her, 'hey hottie!' Emily laughed. Emily had met Danie a few months earlier when they'd bumped into eachother, literally. Emily had accidentally rear ended Danie. She'd been pulling out of a spot at the local Starbucks, Danie had been in Emily's blind spot, and fate had slammed the two girls into eachother's lives. Since that moment they'd been inseparable. They saw eachother almost every day. Emily wasn't generally into girls, but if she had been then Danie would have been at the top of her list. Aside from being wildly sexy, Danie was just plain wild. She was always convincing Emily to do things she would never have even considered. Emily wasn't a prude, but Danie was a wild child. And she was also hot. When the two of them passed a group of guys together, there was enough wood to build a cabin. 'hey what r u up to?' Emily texted back. 'Bored. Free?' 'Stuck bbsitting. Hang this weekend?' 'yup. You gonna take me out on the town?' Danie replied. 'am I gonna get lucky?' '☺' Emily sipped her tea and looked out the window again. After flipping through a couple magazines she'd already read, she walked into the living room where Carl was busy shooting zombies. "Everything alright Carl?" she said over the din of machine gun fire. "What?" he called out over his shoulder. "You ok?" she yelled. "Do you need anything?!" "I'm ok," he mumbled, completely focused on the game. And just as Emily was going to ask him if he wanted a snack the doorbell rang. At least she thought it was the doorbell. It could have been some sound effect of Zombies getting their heads blown off, but she didn't think that sounded like windchimes. It rang again. "I'm coming," Emily called out. Walking over to the front door Emily unlocked and opened it and saw two teenagers fiercely making out. The girl was leaning against the doorbell. Turning to see that they were being watched, both quickly stopped and blushed a little and Emily saw that, though she didn't know the girl, the boy was the Andrews' other son Mark. Emily and Mark had been in highschool together. Well, sort of. He was a couple years below her, and they hadn't really spent anytime around eachother. She'd been the cheerleading captain, prom queen, homecoming queen etc. etc., and Mark had been on the other side of the social spectrum. AV club, chess club, math club. Not that Emily had anything against him for that, she'd just never spent any time in his social circle. Or he in hers. But she saw that now he wasn't the dweebish nerd he'd been before. He'd filled out a bit and started dressing better. Good, she thought. College seems to have had a good effect on the kid. "Hi. Um...Hi Emily," he said, still blushing from being caught. "Are my parents home?" "Nope," she replied, letting the two teenagers past her into the living room. "Just me and the zombie killer." "Hey squirt," Mark said ruffling Carl's hair. "Hey," Carl replied, still entranced by his game. Emily walked over to the cute brunette who had just been plastered to Mark's face. "Hi. I'm Emily. I'm the babysitter." "I'm not a baby!" Carl called out. "Hi. I'm Sarah. I'm Mark's...friend." "Yeah," Mark said, walking over to the two girls, "I needed to drop off some laundry and stuff so I thought I'd show Sarah the house." "Are you staying here tonight," Emily asked the pair. "We're...we're not sure," Sarah said, "I mean it kinda depends." Mark blushed deeper. His cheeks were now nearly crimson. "Okay, well, you're folks aren't gonna be back until later tonight. Your Dad has a function out of town," Emily said smiling and leaning against the back of the couch. Crossing her arms beneath her she cocked her head at Mark and Sarah and asked, "So. How long have you two been together?" "We –" they said at the same time. Sarah jumped in first. "We're not really together." "Yeah," Mark said, "we're just friends." "With benefits?" Emily laughed. "No, I mean, well..." Mark replied blushing. "We live across the hall from eachother." Emily eyed the two of them. Both still awkward from being caught kissing. God they were so innocent looking. Like freshly fallen snow. Was she ever that innocent? She hoped not. "That's cute," Emily said. An awkward moment of silence passed before she walked back towards the kitchen. "If you need anything, I'll be in here." Over the next hour or so Emily could hear the two coeds giggling on the staircase, or in the laundry room. To entertain herself she casually and quietly followed them around the house. Just curious. It was either that or listen to Carl playing his games. And it was interesting to think of Mark Andrews as having a girlfriend. A pretty cute one too. Sarah wasn't really hot, but she was definitely cute. Shoulder length brown hair, freckles on her cheeks, cute figure with small perky tits. Mark must be flying high, she thought. She didn't think he'd dated anyone in high school. And then the first week of college... Not that she was surprised. She could definitely see serious improvement in his looks. But the way he had been kissing Sarah when she'd opened the door was less than ideal. Like watching a zombie devour its meal face first. Emily walked up the stairs and saw that Mark's bedroom light was on. Stepping lightly so as not to make a sound she walked over to the door and pressed her ear to it. Hearing nothing at first, Emily was just about to abandon her ploy when she heard the sound of lips smacking. "Mmmm, kiss me slower Mark," Sarah's voice said. "Slower?" Mark mumbled. "Yeah, just don't put so much of your tongue in my mouth. It's...not good." Emily smirked. At least the girl knew what she wanted. And speaking for all women, it definitely wasn't Mark's kissing technique. "Is that better?" Mark mumbled as Emily heard the bed creak. "Yeah, just use your lips, and maybe your teeth a little more." "Like this? –" "-OW!" "Oh, I'm sorry, sorry. Shit." "It's fine Mark," Sarah said, "Just not so much teeth." "I'm sorry, I'm an idiot," Mark replied and Emily couldn't help smiling at his dejectedness. It had to be difficult especially as a boy and the oldest sibling. I mean, was there anyone to show you the ropes on making out? Emily had been fortunate enough to have been born with an innate sense of what worked in that department, but for a geeky guy like Mark it must be more difficult. He was so gangly and awkward just walking. Kissing, was an art form that took some serious skill to master, and was probably about as easy for him as tightrope walking. "Here," Emily heard Sarah say, "put your hand here." Emily heard the bed creak a couple more times, the couple apparently rolling around a bit. "Be gentle. They're sensitive." From downstairs, the sound of zombies dying was blocking out some of the dialogue, but Emily pressed her ear closer to the door and heard Sarah ask, "Can I see it?" "What?" Mark replied. What do you think dummy? Emily thought. Your Star Wars collectibles? "You're..." "Oh...um...well...ok. You want to?" A real Casanova. Emily was having a lot of trouble not laughing at this point. She could hear something being removed and Mark shuffling on the bed while, she assumed, Sarah removed his pants. In spite of herself, Emily was getting turned on by the thought of these two kids hooking up while she listened. It wasn't really sexy, but there was something about their inexperience that made it exciting. Like watching a baby deer walk for the first time. "Wow, it's..." Sarah said. "What?" Mark replied, his voice betraying the fear that something was wrong with his most intimate parts. "Pretty big. I mean, I haven't seen that many, but it looks bigger than the other's I've seen." "Is that good?" Mark asked. "I guess." Emily was holding her hand over her mouth at this point to keep herself from laughing. Good for you Mark. You've got a pretty big dick. Now you just have to learn how to use it. He apparently had the right tools, but hadn't read the instruction manual yet. "Can I touch it?" Sarah asked. Emily felt like she was listening to an after school special on abstinence. "Sure...I mean...ok." Suddenly Emily heard a sound that could only be described as feral. A gurgling, squealing belch and it was only after listening to it for a while that she realized that Mark had been giggling. At least she thought it was Mark. It might have been Sarah. The sound was pretty girly. "Oh! Did I do something wrong?" Sarah asked. "No!" Mark said, calming himself down. "I just...it's so stupid, but...I get nervous when a girl touches me and sometimes I start laughing. It's not because you...did anything. I'm just...God, I'm such an idiot." "No, it's ok," Sarah said. "Should I touch it again?" "Ok," Mark replied. And again Emily listened as Mark went into peals of nervous girlish laughter. It went on longer this time. An awful sound. If nails on a chalkboard had a baby with a hyperventilating eight year old girl. Finally he calmed down, and the room went silent. "I think...I'm gonna go," Sarah said. "No! I'm sorry. I just...Please don't go!" "No, it's not 'cause of you. I... I have some homework I have to do. I'll see you later Mark." And Emily, who's face was pressed against the door until that point, had just enough time to jump into Carl's room before Mark's door opened up and Sarah walked out. She listened as the front door opened and closed and a car started I the driveway. Then there was silence. After a few moments she heard Mark let out a loud sigh and mumble something to himself. Backing up into Carl's room she accidentally stumbled and sat on his bed. It creaked loudly, and thinking quickly Emily turned on the light by the bed, reached into Carl's drawer and pulled out some PJ's before Mark peeked his head in. Fully clothed. "Hi Mark," Emily said, folding Carl's pajamas. "Uh...hi. Have you...?" "Yeah?" Emily said turning her big blue eyes on him. "Did you? Hear anything?" "Like what?" Emily asked cocking her head. "Nothing...just. Nothing." "Everything ok? I heard the front door." "Yeah, um, Sarah left. She had some...homework," Mark said, a forlorn look in his eyes. Emily's heart was breaking for the kid. He looked so lost. " I'm gonna... Do my homework." "Ok. I'll be downstairs in a bit." Poor guy. That's probably going to be one of those memories that just haunts you for years. And it wasn't like his lack of experience was his fault. It was a vicious cycle. He'd never get to learn how to hook up if he didn't get experience, but he wouldn't get experience if he didn't learn how to hook up. Plus that horrible giggling problem. Mark was in for a long adolescence. After a few minutes had passed Emily walked out of Carl's room and back downstairs. Carl was still shooting things, but she saw that the kitchen light was on, and walking in she saw Mark sitting at the kitchen table with a notebook open. His head was on the table. He couldn't have looked more miserable if he'd tried. ******************** I'm such a fucking moron Mark thought as his head rested on the table. Maybe I should just forget about women. Become a priest or something. Who the fuck does that? Starts laughing when a girl touches his dick? It was like every time he got close to really hooking up with a girl he would just cockblock himself. It was like his own brain didn't want him to get laid. Still a virgin at eighteen. And it wasn't looking like that was gonna change anytime soon. He'd lost any chance with Sarah. After that little episode he'd be lucky if she even talked to him again. And she'd probably tell all the girls at school too. Four more years of celibacy. Fuck. This was a fucking nightmare. "Hi again." Mark looked up and saw Emily standing at the other end of the table. God she was incredible. Long, wavy golden blonde hair. Big blue eyes. Perfect tight body and flawless skin. She looked like some kind of Disney cartoon princess. Except Disney cartoons didn't have breasts the size of cantaloupes. On her small frame they seemed almost impossible. He could just imagine how good they felt. Soft, creamy white, heavy orbs of perfection...Jesus. They seemed to taunt him. Every time he looked at Emily Parsons he had to tear his eyes away from her massive chest so he didn't stare. In high school, she'd been friendly to him, but he was never sure if she ever even knew his name. She was untouchable. A golden princess. His imagination was about as close as he could ever get to Emily Parsons. But he'd be lying if he said he hadn't spent hours and hours imagining doing every conceivable sexual act with her. If he added up all the time he'd spent jerking off while thinking of Emily Parsons and focused it on getting himself better at sex he'd probably have been a modern day Casanova. And having her witness him crashing and burning after Sarah had abandoned him was just about the worst possible thing he could imagine. "Hi." "You ok?" Emily asked as she pulled up a seat and sat down next to him. "Uh. Yeah...fine," Mark said, attempting a half-hearted smile. "Why?" Emily put her hand on his. The small gesture immediately caused the horny teenager to get some wood. It was like he had no control over his body. "No reason. You just seem down." Her hand moved to his arm causing his jeans to become even tighter. "I'm ok. I just..." "What?" Emily asked, her hand still lightly touching his arm. "You can talk to me." "I just...I feel like..." "Yeah?" Emily said squeezing his arm lightly. "Nothing. I'm fine." Emily let go of his arm and reached for the paper in front of him. "Wait!" Mark said grabbing the paper back. "Why?" Emily asked. "What is it?" "Nothing. It's stupid." Mark made an attempt to hide the paper behind his back. "Come on, I promise I won't say anything bad. What is it?" Emily stood and reached behind Mark's back, leaning over him to grab the paper, one of her breasts pressing against his shoulder. Mark's dick went from 0 to 60 in half a second. His pants were now sporting a huge tent, which he was trying to hide beneath the table while also trying to hide the paper. Unfortunately only one could be saved and as Emily pressed her breast even harder into his arm as she reached behind him, Mark was forced to relinquish the paper. "Ha! Got it," she said taking a look. "Wow. This is really good. It's Sarah, right?" "Uh, yeah. I just...it's just a sketch." "It's really good Mark. Wow. I didn't know you could draw like this." "It's nothing," he said trying to get it back without having to stand up as his erection was still at full mast. "No, it's really good," Emily said, looking at the sketch again more closely. "You've got skills." "It's stupid." "It's not stupid. It's sexy," Emily said looking at him again with a more serious expression. Mark couldn't move for a second. His cheeks burned a bright red as the word 'sexy' seemed to reverberate around his brain like a tennis ball. Did she just say he was sexy? Did Emily Parsons think he was sexy? No. She just said his drawing was sexy. Right? Mark was just about to say something when Carl walked into the kitchen. "Blood Axe IV is on TV tonight. Can I watch it?" the eight year old said with a look of desperation. "What's it rated?" his babysitter asked turning her magnificent body away from the still blushing Mark. "R, but they don't show any of the gross stuff on cable. Please! I promise I'll go to bed right after." "Would your parents be ok with it?" Emily asked turning back to Mark. "Uh. Sure. I guess." "Yay," Carl said jumping up and down. "Blood Axe!" Twenty minutes later the three of them had gathered in the family's newly built home movie theater in the basement. The room was impressive. Surround sound speakers, HD projection screen, a couch and two lazy boy chairs, both a deep brown leather. It was even sound proofed. Mark's father had built it only the year before so that the family could have "cinema night," as he called it. Mark supposed there were worse ways for his Dad to have a midlife crisis. The lights had been turned down, the movie had started and the three of them were watching a girl being followed down a darkened street by a faceless killer with an axe. Carl was sitting in the overlarge chair, while Emily and Mark sat on opposite sides of the couch. Mark was absentmindedly eating popcorn and pretending to watch the movie while he surreptitiously stole glances at the blonde beauty next to him. He couldn't help it. In the dim light she had an almost ethereal glow about her. Thankfully Mark had placed a blanket over his lap, as he was still sporting a massive hard on. If this kept up he'd probably have blue balls tonight. But had she really said his drawing was sexy? This had transformed from the worst night of his life to the best night with one simple gesture. "Can I have some?" Emily whispered to him from across the couch. When Mark nodded, offering her the bowl, Emily instead moved closer to him, and reached in the bowl. "Thanks," she said. The brunette in the movie had found a deserted barn to hide in. She was breathing heavily behind a tractor, her breasts heaving and her panicked eyes darting left to right as she tried to listen for the killer. Mark couldn't escape. On the TV was a beautiful girl with her breasts almost out and next to him was the girl of his dreams, the plunging neckline of her sweater offering him a fantastic view of the cavernous valley between. Emily was completely focused on the screen as Mark tilted his eyes to get an even better view of her cleavage. Her perfect, glowing skin, creamy and smooth, arched out at her collarbone. The v-neck gave him the most amazing view between her breasts, and if he squinted he could just barely make out the edge of a white bra encasing her huge... "Mark?" He looked up to see Emily looking at him with a smirk on her face. Again the teenager went deeply red as he stumbled out an explanation, "I – there was some popcorn – and I didn't know if you saw it – but I –" Emily grinned at him. And winked. Then she turned back to the movie. The Sitter Ch. 02 Mark was mortified. Oh god, she probably thought he was some kind of perverted little teenager. He was. He was a perverted little teenager. Fuck. Why can't you just be normal, and watch the movie like a normal guy. Smooth Mark. You fucking idiot. The girl in the movie was now in a cornfield. Running. Still running away from the killer. The stalks of corn rising high above her so that she couldn't see where she was going. The leaves whipped her in the face as she ran as fast as she could, until finally she saw the edge of the field ahead. A light at the end of the maze, and just before she reached it, an arm extended and clotheslined her onto the ground. The killer. Carl screamed and Emily let out a little yelp as she jumped against Mark, closing her eyes and burrowing herself into his shoulder. Mark sat frozen as the blonde beauty squeezed herself tightly against him. Her eyes were shut and her face was buried in his shoulder. Her arms wrapped around his neck and he could feel her warm breath on his neck. And God! Her breasts were pressed against his arm yet again as he felt the tent in his pants rise and rise more. With his arms locked at his side, pinioned by Emily's embrace, Mark had no opportunity to save the bowl of popcorn as his tumescent tent caused the bowl to tip and tip some more. Watching in horror, Mark saw the bowl, which had previously been hiding his erectiion, almost in slow motion, as it tipped and tipped and finally spilled off his lap and onto the floor. For a moment he stayed completely still hoping to just disappear, but looking down he saw that, not only had he not disappeared, but a significant part of him was on full display under the blanket. Emily reached off the couch for the popcorn and leaned over his lap. Still frozen, Mark tried to pretend that nothing was wrong. Everything was as it should be. His brother sat transfixed by the movie completely ignoring what was going on, and a veritable goddess leaned over his lap to pick up the popcorn, which his massive erection had catapulted onto the ground. Totally fine. Emily glanced up at him as she scooped up the last of the popcorn. Mark wasn't positive, but he could have sworn that she licked her lips. Maybe it was just some errant popcorn salt that she was getting rid of, but she had this twinkle in her eye and...no dude. She didn't do that for your benefit. Once again you're a fucking idiot. But the image of her face mere inches from his lap, looking up at him with her beautiful blue eyes as her tongue wetted her soft, puffy, bee-stung lips was enough to make Mark giggle. The same way he'd giggled earlier when Sarah had touched him. The high pitched, anxious sound made its way up his body and before Mark had a chance to swallow it back down, it exploded out of his mouth like a volcano of embarrassment. "Are you ok, Mark?" Emily asked, sitting back up. "Ye – yeah. Just –" Another eruption interrupted him. "Shut up Mark!" Carl said, still transfixed by Blood Axe IV. "Can I get you some water?" Emily asked placing her hand on his thigh, again mere inches from his throbbing penis. Which only exacerbated the situation causing Mark to make another sound that barely sounded human. Earlier Mark had thought that the debacle with Sarah had been the worst moment of his nineteen-year-old life, but he was wrong. This was it. This was the moment that he would look back on for the rest of his life as the low point. When he was in a nursing home many years from now, sipping meals through a straw, he would still be replaying the horror of the last ten minutes over and over again. "I'm – I'm fine," he said, finally able to control his breathing. "I'm just gonna..." and with that Mark stood up, awkwardly trying to arrange his dick so that it didn't look like he was smuggling a zucchini in his pants, and ran from the room. Worst night ever. *********************** As Mark ran upstairs Emily couldn't help but feel a little bad for what she'd done. It hadn't been malicious. Far from it. Although she'd known that he would probably end up doing that giggling thing at some point, she hadn't known how far she needed to go to get him to do it. It was really just an experiment. A physical examination of sorts. She just wanted to know what it would take to get him to do it again. She did feel bad though, as she sat on the empty couch staring blankly at the TV as the girl was being murdered by the killer. Anything particularly violent had been edited out so all you could see was the killer's arm hacking downward as the girl screamed. Carl sat across from her, transfixed, with a maniacal grin on his face. Emily wondered if Mark was in his bedroom. Was he crying? She knew he had a crush on her, although most boys, and frankly men, would have given their right hand for a chance with Emily Parsons. It wasn't ego, it was just a fact. Leaving Carl to watch the rest of the film alone Emily walked to the bathroom and closed the door. Looking at herself in the mirror she knew she looked good. Her hair was the color of spun gold and it fell in waves around her face. She pulled it back into a ponytail causing her chest to extend out. Emily knew that the main reason for her irresistibility was encased beneath her bra and sweater. At a comfortable 38DD Emily had a massive set of breasts, and they seemed to draw the attention of everyone she came into contact with. Men and women alike. They were pretty hard to ignore. On her small frame they looked enormous. She knew the power they had, and she loved to use it. That made her think about Mark. Just an inexperienced kid who not only couldn't take on Emily, but he couldn't even deal with the little tart he'd brought home that afternoon. God, that kid needed some help. Walking into the living room she saw Carl was already sitting with his video game controller in his hand, ready for another round of zombie killing. The movie must have ended. "Uh uh Carl, time for bed," Emily said picking up some more popcorn that had fallen on the floor after Mark's hard on had knocked it over. Poor guy. "Come on, just one game. A half hour more. Please!" "Sorry buddy," Emily replied, removing the controller from his clutches. "You said you'd go to bed right after the movie if I let you watch it. Now get upstairs and get in your PJ's." "Awwww," Carl moaned as he made his way slowly to the staircase. "When are my parents coming back?" "They won't be back until late tonight. You'll see them in the morning. Now go." As Carl walked slowly towards his bedroom Emily picked up the last few kernels of popcorn and made her way upstairs to the kitchen to deposit them in the trash. She washed a couple dishes and then made her way to check if Carl was brushing or had brushed his teeth. Just as she was about to walk into the 8 year old's room, she passed Mark's room. On the door was a sign that said "Danger: Dragon Hunter" with a picture of a muscled guy with a sword. Emily stood still in the hallway for a moment and heard the faint sound of someone mumbling to themselves. Knocking twice and hearing no response Emily opened the door a crack, afraid that she'd find Mark in the same precarious position she'd found Mr. Lehman in all those months ago. Although she was pretty sure that if she caught Mark jerking off, at this point the humiliation would cause him to jump out his second story window or drown himself in the toilet. Hoping that wasn't the case Emily peeked through the crack in the door and saw Mark sitting on the edge of his bed with his face buried in his hands. As the door opened farther it creaked, causing the teenager to look up and see Emily. She walked in and saw that his eyes were red. He'd probably been crying, but he seemed composed now. Exhausted actually. "Hi," Emily said walking in and sitting next to him on the bed. "Hi," Mark replied dejectedly. "Are you ok?" "Yeah, I just – I needed some time to myself." "I get it," she said smiling, "Blood Axe IV scared me too." Mark faked a chuckle. Emily could tell that this kid was just broken. His confidence was destroyed and his sense of self worth probably amounted to a handful of peanuts. And all because of that stupid giggling problem. That ridiculous laugh that was in no way his fault, but was just a reaction to having no experience and the uncontrollable sex drive of a celibate teenager. It was unfair. Being a teenage boy had to be hard enough without having to endure a personality flaw like Mark's. Even in college he was going to have a hard time finding a girl who was willing to deal with his little...defect. "Mark?" "Yeah?" he said staring at the floor. Emily reached over and lifted his chin so that he was looking at her face. "Meet me in the basement in fifteen minutes." "Why?" he asked, a miserable puddle of a boy. "Just meet me. In the basement. In fifteen minutes." "Ok." And with that Emily walked out. Carl was already asleep when Emily went to check on him. Apparently a day spent killing zombies and watching murderers had tired him out. Emily tucked him in and clicked off his light. Then she walked downstairs and waited for Mark. A few minutes later Mark trudged down the basement stairs. Emily was already sitting on the couch looking at her phone when she saw him glumly ambling towards her. "What's up?" he asked. "Come here," she said patting the seat next to her. Mark sat on the opposite side of the couch, apparently afraid of getting too close to her. Emily crossed the distance between them causing the teenager to shift uncomfortably and look at the floor. "Mark." He looked up at her, her extreme beauty dazzling, even in spite of how horrible he felt about himself. In fact sitting next to the hottest girl he'd ever seen was just about the worst thing Mark could've imagined at that moment. He just wanted to go to bed and never wake up. "I'm gonna be honest with you," Emily said matter of factly. "Earlier, when you were with Sarah upstairs in your room?...hanging out?" "Yeah?" "I was listening at the door." Mark's face dropped like a ton of bricks. "Oh god. Oh god... You...you heard?...everything?" "Yeah," Emily said calmly. "I heard." "Oh man. I just...it was – she was –" "It's ok Mark." "No it's not. I mean, why are you telling me this? I already feel awful. You don't need to make me feel worse." "I'm not trying to make you feel worse," Emily said, placing her hand on his knee. "In fact, I'm going to help you." Mark looked at the beautiful blonde disconsolately. "How? How can you help me? I mean – I'm helpless. I cannot be helped." "I don't believe that. In fact, I know exactly how to help you." "How?" Emily shifted on the couch so that she was turned, looking right at Mark. She smirked a little, her big eyes glimmering in the dim light of the home movie theater. "We're going to do a little experiment." "What kind of experiment?" "The kind that you're going to like." Emily leaned a little closer to Mark who instinctively moved away, afraid to get too close to the buxom blonde for fear that he might...have another episode. "It's kind of a twelve step program." "A twelve step program for what?" Mark asked, his dick acting instinctively at the beauty's touch, despite the fact that he was still reeling in horror that she had heard everything that happened with Sarah earlier. "For someone with your...problems." "Um. OK?" Mark already felt about as awful as a human being could feel. What could be the harm in trying something new. At the very least he got to spend time with Emily Parsons. "Ok." Emily said, standing up and walking in front of the big, blank screen. "So the first part of the experiment is pretty simple. I just want to see how you can handle this" And with that Emily crossed her arms and pulled her sweater over her head. Mark's jaw dropped open. A few feet away from him was a gorgeous blonde girl who had just pulled off her shirt leaving her in just a white, lacy bra, which struggled to confine her gigantic breasts. His cock lurched to full attention as he stared open-mouthed at the display of chesty perfection standing in front of him. From deep within his belly he felt that same nervous laughter starting to bubble up and just before it burst past his lips Emily said, "Try to control it Mark. Think of something else. Keep looking at me, but think of something else. Anything else." Oh god, it was impossible. She was incredible, her tits were perfect. Round globes that he just wanted to...stop...think of something else...it's impossible, Mark thought. How do you think of something else when you're staring at the best rack you could ever imagined? Mark breathed deeply and tried to think of anything else and finally, for some reason, an image of a cat playing tennis popped into his head . He had no idea why, but the image seemed to combat his desire to giggle uncontrollably. A cat playing tennis. Mark took another deep breath, and with the image still in his head he continued to stare at Emily's chest. "That was great! Great job Mark!" Emily said, clapping her hands together which caused her breasts to jiggle. Cat. Tennis. Mark thought. "Ok, now, let's try this," Emily said, walking back to the couch and sitting next to him. Slowly leaning forward Emily put her mouth next to Mark's ear. Her breast pressed against his arm causing a small giggle to pop from his lips. "Breathe Mark," she said. Mark tried to calm down, but the breast pressing into his arm felt so lush and soft and – fuck! – this was impossible. Cat. Tennis. Cat playing tennis. Cat playing tennis. "Now," whispered Emily into his ear, "I'm going to try something else." She smelled so sweet, so clean. Her breath on his ear was almost enough for him to lose his mind. "I'm going to say some things to you now. You're going to need to try and control that laugh of yours though. Ok?" "ok." Mark said feebly. "Ok," Emily said, her voice as tender and soft as her big tits. "Take a deep breath Mark." He did. "That's good...Ready?" He nodded. "Mmmm Mark," she groaned softly, "I'm so hot your for you right now. You get me so wet Mark." CAT! "I want you Mark. I want your mouth on me, on my lips and my tits. I want you to bite my nipples Mark." TENNIS!!! "Lick my big tits Mark. Squeeze them. I want to stroke your big dick Mark, I want to move my fingers all over your big dick while I –" Too much. The cat playing tennis had disappeared and in its place was this buxom goddess doing all the things she was whispering to him about. Mark burst out with the high pitched giggle that had become the anthem of his nightmares. Fuck! "It's ok. It's ok," Emily said giving him a little room. "Take a couple deep breaths, then we'll start again. That was a lot, but you did great Mark! And at least part of you is enjoying it," she smiled, looking down at the large tent in his pants. Embarrassed, Mark placed a pillow over his hard on, and taking a few breaths he calmed himself down. He still couldn't entirely believe what was happening, but if he'd stopped to think about it he'd be having an even tougher time coping with it. Breathe, breathe. Ok. The cat playing tennis was dressed as a French maid. A buxom feline French maid. Nope. Just a cat playing tennis. Stroking his...ego. A cat playing tennis singing Old Macdonald had a farm. Ok, ok. "Ok," Mark said. "I think I'm ok now." "Good," Emily said, bringing herself closer to Mark again. "Let's try this again." Emily pulled herself up to Mark's ear. Her breath tickling his skin. "Where was I?" she whispered. "Oh, yeah...I was stroking that hot, long shaft of yours. My fingers moving along the tip. And down to play with your big balls..." Emily was actually getting really turned on talking dirty to Mark. The images floating through her mind didn't make her giggle so much as get really wet. "Now I'm moving down between your legs as my lips touch the tip of your cock. I open my mouth and slide my tongue across the head moving lower and lower..." Fuck, I'm horny right now, thought Emily. What if I just...? For his part, Mark was concentrating so hard on the cat singing about Old Macdonald that he was literally screaming the song in his head. Breathe, you idiot, breathe. Don't giggle like a little bitch, just BE COOL. "Oh, fuck, Mark, I'm so hot for you right now," whispered Emily, actually meaning at least some of it. "Fuck me Mark, please fuck me, put that big dick of yours inside me." EIEIO!!! Mark was so desperate not to start giggling again that he didn't even realize when Emily kissed his ear. He thought maybe he'd imagined it. But then it happened again. Oh my god, he thought. Is this happening? Emily Parsons is kissing my ear? What parallel universe had he stumbled into? Emily continued to whisper into Mark's ear while she chewed on his earlobe. "Mark, oh god, Mark. You're so fucking sexy. I want you Mark. I want every inch of you." Emily couldn't control herself. She kissed Mark's ear, and then down to his neck, pressing her big breasts harder against him as she reached a hand down between her legs. Fuck she was getting turned on. Placing her hand over where her pajama bottoms covered her pussy she started gently touching herself. Unngh, that feels good, she thought. Mark had ceased to think of any cats or tennis or Old Macdonald, or really anything other than what was happening. He could feel his heart beating so hard in his chest he thought it might pop, but he was frozen like a statue while Emily continued her whispered sexual monologue. "Mmmmm, Mark," Emily moaned into his neck, "does that feel good?" "Yes," Mark whimpered. Emily moved her hand to his face and turned him to look her in the eyes. "Do you think you could handle kissing me?" Mark gulped. "Uh...um." "Now I want you to follow my lead. Whatever I do, you do, ok?" "Yeah." "Good." Emily leaned in slowly and placed her lips delicately against the teenager's quivering mouth. He seemed to be so overwhelmed he might faint. Hopefully that wouldn't happen. Emily had taken it upon herself to help him, and that was exactly what she was going to do. This kid desperately needed help and she was the perfect teacher. She opened her mouth a little and felt him do the same, her tongue moved expertly along his teeth making Mark groan. He tried to copy her, but he didn't have enough control yet and he ended up just licking her mouth. He had nice breath though which was a plus and the more they kissed, the better he seemed to get. Pretty soon Emily was getting turned on again teaching Mark how to kiss. He was a quick learner, he just hadn't had anyone there to show him the ropes before. And no giggling! The experiment seemed to actually be working! Emily pulled back from a breathless Mark. "That was really good Mark. Just a little more practice and you're gonna be a great kisser!" She started reaching behind her back, and then thinking again she turned to him and said, "Now take off my bra." "What?!" Mark gasped. "You heard me. Come on. Have you ever done that? Taken off a bra?" Mark gulped again, "Uh...no." "Well it's easy once you get the hang of it. Here, I'll turn around for you, and you can see how it works." Emily turned around showing Mark the creamy white skin of her back. Mark had always had a thing for women's backs. He loved their fronts too, obviously, but there was something about seeing a woman's back, the shape of it, how different it was from a guy's back, that he always found extremely hot. He tentatively reached for the lacy white strap holding her bra together. Her skin was warm to his touch. Warm and soft, like a new cotton t-shirt. "Mark?" Emily said, turning over her left shoulder. "How you doing?" The Sitter Ch. 02 "Good," Mark said, his voice cracking. "All you need to do is pinch the clip and it'll pop off, ok?" He pinched the clip. "Ow!" "Oh, shit, sorry – shit – are you ok?" he gasped. "Yeah, I'm fine, really. Just maybe don't pinch my skin too. K?" "Ok," he said, wildly confused. Mark reached again for the clip, it was tight against her back making it almost impossible to not get any of her skin involved. And then Mark had an epiphany. Maybe if he pulled it away from her back and then undid the clasp. He tried it and at first the damn thing wouldn't move, but at least he didn't pinch Emily again. There were three clips and each one seemed to be fused in place. Mark took a deep breath and just tried to get the first undone. The one benefit to not being good at this was that it had completely taken his mind off Emily Parsons being almost topless while teaching him...things. When the first clip popped out Mark thought he was going to jump for joy. He very quickly popped the second off and then finally, and much more easily, he undid the third. Emily held her undone bra in place while she looked over her shoulder. "Nice job! Pretty soon you'll be able to do it one handed, without looking. Now try and concentrate on that other thing from earlier again." Cat. Tennis. Macdonald. "Okay," Mark replied. "Okay." Emily dropped the bra, and Mark's mouth went completely dry. He could see the round edge of her left breast as she looked over her shoulder at him, a devilish smile on her beautiful mouth. Slowly she turned, the rounded edge becoming more visible until Mark could make out the outline of her pink nipple as she continued to turn. Finally she faced Mark and he stared, open mouthed at the most fantastic big, fat, heavy breasts he had ever seen/imagined/thought possible. They protruded from Emily's shoulders with no sag, but very obviously all natural. The heavy weight of each plump tit called out to Mark like a siren of flesh. "Mark?" Emily said, smiling at the nineteen year old who stared transfixed by her chest. "How do you feel?" "I – I – I –" "You didn't laugh. That's really good!" "I..." Mark suddenly realized she was right. He hadn't laughed. He hadn't even been trying to distract himself. He was just enjoying the spectacular perfection of Emily Parson's gigantic breasts. "Do you want to touch them?" Mark looked up at her. Did she really just say that? "You can. Just be gentle. They're very sensitive." Mark looked at the topless blonde beauty sitting less than a foot away from him. Almost without his brain instructing it to, his hand reached out and placed itself, gingerly, onto her right breast. It felt incredible. Soft and heavy and glorious. Mark had only touched two other girls' breasts before, but Emily Parsons' were in a whole different league. They were to breasts as Mozart was to music. Mark moved his hand over more of her breast, delicately moving against her erect, nipple., under the heavy swell of her lower tit, to the side...everwhere. His mind a cloudy haze of lust as his hand, which came no where close to covering the whole thing, explored every inch. For her part, Emily was extremely turned on by the whole situation. At first she'd been genuinely trying to help him with his problem, but as the experiment had escalated she'd become increasingly horny to the point where she was getting dangerously close to doing something wild. "AHHHHHHH!!!!" Both of them jumped at the sound. Mark had quickly removed his hand from it's formerly mind-blowing perch as they both listened to tiny footsteps above their heads. Emily hurriedly put her sweater back on, causing Mark to realize that she barely even needed her bra. The cantaloupe sized orbs were in exactly the same place without any support. "MOMMMYYYY!!!" The muffled sound of Carl's scream in the soundproofed room, and the sound of his feet running overhead gave Emily and Mark just enough time to compose themselves before turning to find Carl standing at the top of the basement stairs, his face flushed and a look of complete terror in his eyes. Emily ran over to him. "What's going on buddy?" she asked, sitting on the stairs next to him. "I had a nightmare," the 8 year old answered. "Yeah? What was it about?" Carl could barely speak he was so afraid. Emily rubbed his back. "Blood Axe," he whispered. "Maybe that movie was just a little too scary huh? What if I come upstairs and help you get back to sleep huh? I'll make sure there's no blood axes in your room. Ok?" Carl feebly nodded his head, and taking Emily's hand the two of them walked back upstairs into Carl's room. ******************************* Mark sat on the couch in disbelief. Not only at the fact that his little brother had just ruined the most amazing night of his life, but that the night had even happened in the first place. A part of him still wondered if he'd just imagined the whole episode. Emily talking dirty to him and kissing his neck and kissing his mouth and taking off her shirt and her bra and... holy crap! I mean, she was just trying to help me, Mark thought as his hard-on deflated enough to allow him to stand up for the first time since the experiment had started. And it seemed to work. He had touched her big beautiful tits and not even felt that impulse to laugh. Why it had worked, Mark had no idea, but the fact that it had meant that there was hope for him. Although at that particular moment he had the most awful case of blue balls possible. He sat on the big leather couch staring blankly at an empty screen, trying desperately to keep himself from going crazy by thinking about Emily Parsons and her big fat tits. **************************** Carl crawled into bed. "When is my Mommy coming home?" he asked, still a little tearful. "Not for a little while buddy. You'll see them in the morning, but I promise to keep all the blood axes away until then. You believe me?" Carl nodded and rested his head on the pillow. Emily read him a quick story that didn't involve any blood or axes and he closed his eyes and drifted off again. Emily sat on the bed for a moment listening to the 8 year old's soft snoring. Finally confident that he was asleep, she left the room and walked downstairs. She was just about to rejoin Mark in the basement, but she stopped herself. She shouldn't be toying with him. He was just a kid. A wildly sexually frustrated kid who she was sex coaching... Not a good idea. It could get awkward fast. But still. Even though Mark wasn't her typical type (strong, tall, hot) she had gotten extremely turned on seducing him. He was just so innocent and confused. His reactions to her ministrations were almost as exciting as the actual thing itself. God, she was still so horny, she thought, absentmindedly reaching between her legs. So fucking horny. ****************************** Mark lay still on the movie room couch replaying "the experiment" over and over. He'd probably be replaying it for the next sixty years. Oh god, she was so fucking hot. Her long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, her soft skin, the way she smelled, her huge magnificent breasts, heavy and ripe like two fleshy pleasure melons. Fuck he loved those pleasure melons. He'd never be able to look at her the same way again without picturing her pleasure melons. He'd never be able to look at any woman again. This was going to be torture. He reached down and readjusted his now aching cock. He'd have to take care of that soon or it would hurt all night. Mark had no doubt as to whom he'd be thinking of while he 'took care of it.' ****************************** Emily calmed herself down and walked into the kitchen to read a magazine. But she kept getting distracted by her own wanton horniness. And because of a nerd. Well not a nerd. Just a kid who hasn't been given a chance. Mark actually had the potential to be quite a little stud. And that was when Emily looked at the basement door, open just a crack, no sound from below. ****************************** Mark closed his eyes again trying to drown out the horny aching in his brain. God she was fantastic. He should just be appreciative of how far it had gone. A guy like him had a snowflake's chance in hell at scoring a girl like that. She was just trying to help him after all. It had been a good deed. It wasn't like she was actually attracted him. She liked jocks and rich guys and guys who were used to girls as hot as Emily Parsons on their arm. She wouldn't have given him a second thought except that she was bored and his brother was an idiot and she decided to have some fun with – "Where were we?" Mark opened his eyes to find Emily walking over to the couch he was lying on, a mischievous glint in her eyes. He barely had time to have a lucid thought before she straddled his prone body. "W- what?" Mark bumbled. "With the experiment? You do want to continue don't you? I thought we were making some really good progress." "Y- yeah. Yeah – definitely." Mark thought he might cry. "Good," Emily said, unceremoniously pulling off her sweater and once again revealing her massive breasts to him. "Suck them." "What?" "Suck my tits Mark. Let's see if you can handle that." Giggling. A kind of chirping, clucking sound. It didn't even sound like laughter. It sounded like a bird having a seizure. "Ok, breathe Mark. Breathe. Maybe that was a little much. You wanna make out first?" That wasn't helping. Mark continued to chirp and cluck and Emily was starting to get frustrated. She'd never experienced something as absurd as a boy lying beneath her while she was topless and asking him to suck her tits, and all he could do was nervously giggle. This was going to take some drastic measures. Reaching down to the practically hysterical Mark, she pulled him up and buried his face between her tits. If breathing wasn't going to help, maybe suffocating him would. At the very least it would stop that horrible sound coming out of him. Mark was being buried alive in a glorious fleshy tomb. Each supple, heavy breast squashed against his face. His eyes and his mouth and nose were buried in inches of tit flesh. And pretty soon the laughing began to subside until he could finally reach up with his hands and cup each weighty melon, pulling his face even deeper into them. As Emily felt Mark stop laughing and start kissing and licking her tits, she started getting even more turned on. He bit her nipples and sucked on her big breasts, a little rougher than she preferred, but that was to be expected from a kid with this much sexual repression. "That's it Mark. Mmmm, gentle, gentle," Emily said. Mark was going to town on the heavenly tits in front of him. Her skin tasted like sugar and spice and everything nice and he couldn't get enough. He found himself, as if in a dream trying desperately to fit as much of her massive tit in his mouth as he could, her hard nipple pushing to the back of his mouth as he inhaled her breast. Her halfhearted protestations were a distant murmur behind the sound of his slobbering. Hands spilling over with her soft, pliant jugs, Mark wasn't nearly able to wrap a hand completely around either one. Finally Emily pulled him off, and breathless he leaned back on the couch staring up at her with a look of desperation and amazement. "I knew we could find a way to keep you from giggling," she laughed, "we just had to get your mouth working on something else." Mark, still dazed, stared up at the topless blonde beauty straddling him. Her chest absolutely covered in his saliva. "Have you ever gone down on a girl Mark?" "um." "Well if you get this right, you'll be able to have any girl you want. Trust me, this is a skill worth learning. You want to learn?" Emily asked, cocking her hip and looking at him matter of factly. "y- yes." "Good," she said. Emily stood up and pulled off her pajama pants leaving her in a pair of skimpy white lace panties. She motioned for Mark to stand up too. Hesitantly, trying to cover the stone-hard two-by-four he was smuggling in his pants, Mark stood up and stood in front of the topless, practically naked, huge titted blonde beauty beckoning to him. Her pink nipples reddened from his attention. She didn't seem to be thinking any of this was strange, it seemed almost blasé to her. Which he wasn't about to question. "Now the first thing you need to do before you just dive into going down on a girl is get her turned on." Emily smiled at him as he awkwardly adjusted his hard on. "Seeing as you've already done that –" "I have?" "Yeah sweetie. All that other stuff was foreplay, the kissing and touching and stuff. Here –" Emily grabbed his hand and placed it against her pussy causing Mark to giggle again. "Calm down Mark, just breathe. It's just a pussy. Breathe. Just a pussy." Mark calmed down enough to realize that her pussy was warm and he could feel how wet it was. Oh god. He was way past cats and tennis. Once he had calmed down Emily grabbed a cushion from the couch and laid down on the floor in front of him. Her breasts invitingly pressed together as she gave him a mischievous grin and opened her legs. "Now kiss me a little," Emily said nonchalantly. Mark controlled his breath and moved over her, keeping his hips arched so he didn't offend her by pressing her with his hard on or something. He didn't want to embarrass himself again. But Emily grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down on top of her so that her breasts pressed against his chest and he couldn't keep his dick from pressing against her. Which didn't seem to bother her at all as he felt her grind herself against his pants. I'm so fucking horny, Emily thought. She would have felt a little bad taking advantage of this kid, but she was imparting pearls of wisdom that he was going to use for the rest of his life and at the same time he got to hook up with her; and she got to scratch her little itch. Emily pulled him into her kissing him passionately. Mark was getting more comfortable with the kissing, but he couldn't help being slightly distracted by the rest of it. Emily reached down and placed his hand against her breast. He kneaded the pliable flesh, still kissing her more and more desperately. His hand didn't come close to fitting around the giant orb. Pulling him away from her mouth Emily said breathlessly, "Now, kiss down my body slowly. First my ear." Mark started kissing her ear. "Now my neck." He moved to her neck. Emily's eyes rolled back in her head. Her neck was a special place. If any boy wanted action from her he needed to spend some time on her neck. "Now farther down." Mark started to kiss lightly at her breasts until she grabbed the back of his again and pressed him roughly between them letting him experience his second motorboarding. He reached around both and licked and sucked at her nipples, the tender, soft skin becoming taut and rubbery under his attention. "Farther down now." He moved to her taught stomach, kissing lightly until he was just over her underwear line. Mark could smell her sweet pussy, the smell acting like an intense pheromone to the horny teenager. "Now take them off." Mark hooked his fingers around her underwear and peeled them down her legs, exposing her. Emily was afraid Mark would have started giggling again when he saw her completely naked, which would have been really unfortunate seeing as, at that moment she was desperately horny and was wildly in need of an orgasm. Mark had been so tame and anxious through their experiment, but she was determined to use his mouth to the right effect. "Kiss down my leg." Mark complied if for no other reason than he was completely entranced by the hairless perfection of Emily's flowering sex. As he kissed down her legs she continued her instruction. "Drag your tongue along my pussy, very gently." As Mark's tongue came into contact with Emily's hot, wet slit he felt a familiar urge start to rise from his belly and a chirp of noise escaped his lips. "No Mark. No giggling," Emily said, realizing that reprimanding him would probably make things worse. As another chirp escaped the anxious teenager between her legs Emily decided that the only way to stop him from another fit was to use her earlier tactic, and grabbing the back of Mark's head she pushed his face between her legs. The sensation was wonderful. Even though she hadn't gotten the chance to teach him the delicate dance of cunnilingus, she had stopped him from having another episode and at the same time she was feeling fantastic as she slowly rocked against Mark's face. The brown tufts of his hair were the only visible feature of the buried teenager. "Put a finger in Mark..." Emily said breathlessly. As she felt the tip of Mark's finger on the soaking lip of her labia Emily said, "Just a little and move it around in circles." "MMmmph mmph," Mark said. "Yes, oh YES! Just like that Mark." She called out as Mark's tongue frantically lapped at her sweet cunt. "Slow Mark. Mmmm fuck yes. Slow circ – circles." Emily turned a little on her side as the teenager between her legs dutifully ate every drop of her honey. Mark shifted himself as well without thinking, (he would have followed that pussy off a cliff) so that he too was lying on his side, his head resting on the inner thigh of the hottest girl in town as he ate her out. Between moans Emily managed to reach out and grab Mark's belt, tugging the thin leather strap and pulling it undone. Emily pulled down his fly and snaked her soft white hand into the corduroy abyss. Immediately she felt what could only be described as fleshy stone, a rock hard tumescence still wrapped in a cotton underwear sheath. Briefs, thought Emily with a nod of approval. And without another moment she wrapped her fingers around Mark's dick. Gently stroking, Emily smiled looking down at the trapped teenager. She reached into the fold and pulled out his swollen, red, cock. The head pulsating with blood. Mark was desperately tonguing her clit, the sweet taste of her wet pussy filling his mouth. He was, in fact, so absorbed in his activity that he didn't notice what she was up to, until he felt a soft, wet, warm sensation he'd never felt before. It felt amazing, so much so that Mark pulled himself away from Emily's pussy and looked down. There she was, this perfect girl, this perfect, naked, girl-next-door sex queen delicately kissing and licking at the tip of his cock. Mark watched in awe as she suckled and sucked at the corona, glancing up with a mischievous smile. He couldn't tear his eyes away as she slid the tip of her tongue into his cockslit. "UNGGHHH," he moaned as he stared at her licking around the sensitive underside, tickling and teasing him like the pro that she was. Suddenly Mark felt a familiar urge. Not a giggle, his former childish impulse was a faint memory to what he was watching, but this one he knew just as well and he was about to warn Emily, but it was too late. Emily was flicking her tongue against the tip of Mark's cock when suddenly she saw the head expand and a blast of hot semen splashed against her cheek. Another blasted onto her nose as Mark groaned loudly. Emily, suddenly realizing what was happening, continued to jerk him off as a third and fourth and fifth ejaculation drenched her lips and hair and tongue, thankfully missing her eyes. Emily continued to kiss and lick at the tip as it spewed hot cum onto her smiling face. As Mark's orgasm tapered off he looked down at the doused blonde licking playfully around the extremely sensitive head of his penis. "I'm- I'm sorry," Mark said breathlessly. "For what?" Emily smiled, a drop of his cum slipping off her chin and onto the rug. "I – I – I didn't mean to –" The Sitter Ch. 02 I nodded, mouth full. "Then I'll see you later today, then. Love you." Mom clicked the phone off and set it down. "You'd better check on the pool, Bill. Karen's bringing her suit over. She says she wants to work on her tan." She smiled widely. "Among other things." While Mom got ready to leave, I went out back to skim the leaves and bugs out of the pool, wash down the deck with the hose and checked the pH levels. Everything appeared hunky-dory, and I waved Mom goodbye as she pulled out of the driveway in her red Cherokee. As soon as Mom was gone, I ran upstairs to change into my suit. I threw some sodas into a cooler, grabbed a bag of chips, and hurried outside. As I've mentioned before, we live in a fairly remote area. Our nearest neighbor is a good mile and a half away, and Mom usually has an hour ride in to work. The area around our house is hilly, rocky in places, and heavily wooded. There are great trails for hiking and biking, and I usually spend a lot of time in the hills exploring. I've seen deer and wild turkeys on occasion, and I once saw bear tracks. Our property is fenced in as a result of all the animals, but we still get the occasional raccoon or opossum rooting around. Which is why we keep the garbage locked up in the garage. But we have a great concrete deck that surrounds a huge pool, sixty feet long and twenty feet wide. The far end reaches a depth of ten feet, over which is perched a diving board. Mom swam in high school (and you know I loved flipping through her yearbooks to look at her in a swimsuit) so when we got the pool, Mom commissioned one as close to Olympic size as we could afford. We have a few lounge chairs, a table, and a grill for summer barbecues. Luckily, we live in a part of the country that tends toward mild weather throughout the year, and that particular day was gorgeous. The sky was clear and blue, the sun high and shining, and the temperature was climbing steadily. I only had to wait by the pool twenty minutes before Karen arrived. I felt butterflies fluttering around in my gut the entire time. It didn't make any sense, given the events of the night before, but then I've never known love to make much in the way of sense. And truly, while I loved my mother in more ways than a son should, I was absolutely IN love with Karen. I think I fell in love with her the first time I saw her, but now instead of jerking off in my room like a pathetic loser, I could show her that I loved her. As I heard her car pull up, I realized I had to get a job, just so I could afford to buy her flowers. And candy. And jewelry. And all the other things I'd seen in movies or read about in books -- "Hey stud!" Karen's voice carried over the fence, and the gate banged open. She sauntered into the backyard, waist length hair pulled into a fetching ponytail. She wore a faded Miami Vice t-shirt that exposed most of her flat stomach and pulled her huge breasts into tight relief, and a pair of cut-offs. Over her shoulder she carried an Adidas bag that bulged with towels and other beach paraphernalia. "Heard you had an eventful morning." I hopped to my feet, blushing. "Yeah," I said. "I, uh, missed you this morning." She smiled and opened her arms to give me a hug. "You're so sweet," she said. She bent down to kiss me on the lips, and I surprised us both with my eagerness. She was going to give me a peck, but I grabbed her hips, parted my lips, and gave her my best kiss. Her eyes widened for a heartbeat, but then she was kissing me back, her arms hugging me tighter and her tongue lashing against my own. Time seemed to stop, but eventually we had to come up for air. We parted. Karen's cheeks were crimson, and her eyes were bright. "I have to admit, I wasn't sure if you'd still feel the way you felt last night." "What?" I asked dumbly. "How could you -- " "Well," she said, smiling shyly, "watching you and Janine last night was the most. . . it was the most magical thing I'd ever seen in my life. I've. . . well, I've been a bit of a wild girl in my time, and I've seen and done a lot of things. But nothing I've ever done approached what I saw last night. I can't even begin to explain it." She paused, putting a hand against her head and looking away from me. "It was. . . two people, moving in perfect symmetry, coming together as one, connecting on a plane that, in all my life, I've never seen before, let alone touched. I thought, when you've found a perfect fit like that, what would you need me for?" "Karen," I started, but trailed off. All the strength had gone from my limbs, and I fell back into the chaise lounge. Karen dropped her bag on the ground and knelt in front of me, her beautiful face scrunched into a look of concern. "I'm sorry, Bill," she said. "I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry. Maybe I should just go." She moved as if to leave, and I found enough strength to grab her wrist. "Please don't," I said. She looked at me a moment, and then nodded. I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "Karen," I began, "I love Mom. I mean, really love Mom. Last night was amazing, it was beyond words for me, too. But you have to understand, that was my mother. There's a connection there that doesn't exist anywhere else and the whole taboo thing, my oedipal complex. . . I'm babbling. I'm not sure if I'm making much sense." Karen nodded encouragement, but I could see moisture in her eyes. "What I'm trying to say is, yes, it was intense. It was crazy, it drove me wild. But part of that was having you there with us. You're the center of it all, you're the key, you're the one who made it all happen. And I can't. . . I can't. . . I can't imagine not loving you. I can't imagine you not being part of our life. Part of my life." I was going to say more, making much less sense, but Karen shut me up with a passionate kiss that made my toes curl. Karen pushed me back onto the chaise lounge and I fell backward, taking her with me, and we didn't break the kiss. Her breasts pressed into my chest, her arms on my shoulders, while I cupped her heart shaped ass and tried to suck her tongue into my mouth. I could feel moisture falling on my cheeks, and knew she was crying, but she was kissing me too and I didn't know what else to do besides kiss her back. At last she pulled away from me, and wiped tears from her eyes with the heel of her hand. "You are the most amazing guy I've ever met, Bill," she told me. "Well, thanks," I said in a mock suave voice. "Don't do that," she told me, frowning. "Okay," I told her quickly. She smiled, and we stared into one another's eyes for a long moment. Suddenly Karen bounced to her feet. She bent down and dragged a towel out of her bag. "Let's go swimming," she said. I sat up, and watched her as she peeled her t-shirt off, revealing a light blue string bikini that strained against the massive hemispheres on Karen's chest. Her breasts bounced enticingly as she unsnapped her cut-offs and slid them down her long, lean legs. The bikini bottoms were thin and blue, tied at her hips, and accentuated the curves of her hips and ass. Her pale skin glowed in the sunlight. Karen looked over her shoulder at me, pointedly examining my crotch. "We'd better cool you down before that goes off," she said with a mischievous grin. I followed the line of her gaze, and blushed furiously. The thin nylon of my red trunks did very little to hide the massive erection I sported. Still grinning, Karen bobbed over to the pool and slid over the side. She squealed at the cold, nipples quickly and obviously denting the fabric of her suit, and splashed out into the water. When the water reached her slim waist, Karen ducked beneath the surface and swam underwater into the deep end. When she popped her head up once more, she swiveled around and looked at me with a pout. "Aren't you coming in?" she asked. It was difficult, even with Karen egging me on, to fight the natural instinct to sit and try to hide the woody tenting my shorts. But I stood, set my glasses on the table, and walked stiffly to the side of the pool, encouraged by the appraising look in Karen's eyes. In one smooth movement, I executed one of the best dives of my life, and the shock of cold water on my body served to cool my ardor. I swam towards Karen freestyle, eyes locked on her scissoring legs beneath the water, and ducked under the surface about five feet from her. I managed to come up underneath her and grab her kicking legs. With a tug, I pulled her underwater too, and then bobbed to the surface. She came up right beside me and started splashing and laughing. I returned the favor, and we horsed around in the pool for a while. I pretended to chase her, she pretended to run. We splashed and kissed, and brushed body parts against one another. My hand cupped a breast, her hip pressed into my crotch, her fingers brushed against my chest. And then I accidentally -- honest! -- tugged at one of the ties keeping her bikini bottoms on, and as she pulled away from me, jiggling and giggling, the knot came undone. Karen kicked away from me, wide eyes regarding me. "Oh, we're going to play that way, are we?" she asked. She splashed me again and then dived straight underwater, her legs kicking up froth. I blinked water out of my eyes, and the first thing I saw when I opened them was the bottom part of Karen's bikini floating lazily on the surface of the water. I suddenly felt a tug on my shorts, and realized Karen was beneath me, trying to yank my shorts off. I ducked under the water to try to stop her, but she had better leverage and flipped me over, tugging my shorts free and swimming away with them. I broke the surface, trying to catch my breath, and watched Karen swim to the shallow end of the pool. She threw my trunks onto the deck and stood up, turning to face me. Water streamed down her voluptuous frame, and her top clinged to her breasts like a second skin. Her nipples threatened to saw through the fabric, and her breasts looked swollen and high on her chest. Her tight stomach flowed down, into the water, and though I could see the flare of her hips, the water hid the rest of her body. She reached behind her head and pulled the scrunchy out of her hair, transferring it to her wrist. Karen's long and wet auburn hair spilled down her back in a wave. I swam towards her slowly, using the breaststroke, watching her as I approached. When I could stand, I righted myself and waded up to where she stood. She placed a palm against my chest as I approached, stopping me in my tracks. "It appears we didn't cool him off," she said pointedly, eyeing my crotch once more. I grinned, no longer embarrassed at my engorged state. After all, she had done it to me on purpose, and she was enjoying this as much as I was. "I don't want to cool off," I told her. "I prefer to heat up." "Well, then," she said, dropping her hand. "What are you going to do about it?" I stepped into her arms, putting my hands on her hips and pressing my body against hers. Karen's plush tits pushed back against me, but her mouth parted and her tongue darted out to taste mine as I kissed her. My hard-on bumped insistently up against her stomach, leaving clear trails of pre-cum on her belly. Her hands gripped my ass and squeezed, pulling me into her. I reached behind Karen's back and pulled the remaining strings keeping her bikini top intact, and broke away from our kiss long enough to peel it off of her. Returning to her lips, I cupped her warm and wet tits in my hands, tweaking the nipples between thumb and forefinger. I kissed her chin, and then her neck, and traced a trail with my lips into the cleavage between her heavy breasts. Her skin tasted slightly of chlorine, but Karen's natural jasmine tang predominated, and I dragged my tongue over every inch of her mountainous breasts, sucking each nipple in turn, trying to taste as much of her as I could. She mashed my face between her tits, and pushed her nipples into my mouth. Her hips made little jerky movements as I suckled, and the head of my engorged cock nestled against her belly button as she ground against me. She made urgent sounds and ran her hands through my wet hair. Eventually she yanked me free of her breasts and pulled me up into another deep kiss. She took my cock in hand and angled it towards the groove between her thighs. "Fuck me, Bill," she said. "Fuck me hard." She hunched her hips against me, and I slid smoothly into her pussy. Her heat enveloped me once more, flesh burning flesh, and my turgid cock sought the limits of her depths. I fucked into her, quick and insistent, and the water around us churned into a froth. The cold water around us and the heat soaking into my cock fought against one another as we fucked. I buried my face between her breasts, kissing and licking their milky white expanse as I thrust into her. Karen raised her legs off the pool floor and spread them, floating in my arms. Each time I withdrew and rammed back within her, I carried us closer to the edge of the pool. Soon, Karen's back pressed against the pool wall and her body wrapped around me as I slammed into her again and again. The walls of her cunt squeezed and caressed me as I dove within her, and the head of my cock butted up against the roof of her womb. Karen gasped and convulsed in my arms, her legs locking around my midsection and her arms tightening on my shoulders. The heat in her pussy rose several degrees, scalding my cock as she came, and her pussy tightened around me like a fist. Still I churned beneath her thighs, seeking my own release, and it followed hers very quickly. I sank into her up to the hilt and discharged a prodigious load within her, emptying my balls in a dozen throbbing spurts that shook Karen into a second orgasm. She unleashed a cry of intense pleasure as I groaned into her cleavage and came like a geyser. I sank into her arms and she cradled me. We floated in the water for a while, until Karen suggested we relax by the side of the pool. "Otherwise, we might drown," she said. I agreed, and we scrambled, naked and wet, out of the pool. Karen handed me her towel and looked at me expectantly, magnificent body on display. I cocked my head and looked at her for a moment, feeling my dick begin to harden once more. "God, you're beautiful," I told her. "Thank you, honey," she said, "but now it's time to dry me off." It was the first time she used an endearment like that to refer to me, and that really charged me up. I realized at that moment that part of Mom's affect on my lies in her constant use of the terms "sweetie" or "honey" when she talked to me. All part of the oedipal thing, no doubt. But I grabbed the towel quickly enough and padded Karen down, rubbing every inch of her lovely body with the towel. She shook her hair out herself, and then used the same towel to rub me down as well. She grinned as she dried my cock, and then led me by the hand to the chaise lounges. "There's some suntan lotion in my bag," she said. "Could you get it for me? And my sunglasses?" I bent down to root in her bag, noting that she had a few changes of clothes, another towel, and a racquetball racket of all things in there before withdrawing, suntan lotion and shades in hand. While I was occupied, Karen draped her luscious body across one of the lounge chairs. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and slipped her scrunchy back on. I had to look at her again, drink in the sight of her, and try to memorize her every curve. She noticed me staring and smiled, shading her eyes with the palm of her hand. She held the other hand out and crooked a finger at me, beckoning me forward. I gave her the sunglasses, and she slid them on. "Thanks," she said. "Could you do me one more teensy little favor?" "Uh, sure," I said, staring in wonder at her pink, hardened nipples. "Grease me up so I don't burn?" "Happily," I said. "And then you can do me." "Mmmm, I like the sound of that." I popped the top of the bottle and squeezed a glob of lotion into my free hand. Karen stretched out on the chaise and I began to apply the lotion. I tried to apply the lessons I'd learned in the shower that morning, taking my time to cover every exposed inch of Karen's body. I did her back first, running my hands up and down from the base of her neck to the dimple at the small of her back, and kneaded lotion into her buttocks, squeezing them together. I rubbed lotion into along the backs of her thighs and her calves, and then turned her over to do her front. I traced her collar bone, the muscles in her shoulders and arms, coating her skin liberally. I put lotion on both hands and cupped her massive breasts, rubbing them gently, circling slowly towards the pink nipples in the center. With both hands I brushed her stomach, feeling the muscles bunch and jump as I ran my fingertips across it. I swept my palms along her hips and down her thighs, rubbing the lotion into her skin. Her knees and shins came next, and then her feet and dainty toes. Finally I crawled back up her legs and cupped her mound. It was open and wet, already greased up though I hadn't applied any lotion there yet. A finger slipped into her easily, and the second one easier still. I waggled my fingers within her, and Karen rewarded me with a gasp. Karen's thighs parted, and her pussy winked open further. I found the little nubbin of her clit and teased it with a fingertip. Karen began to hump against my hand, and the chaise lounge squeaked as Karen's ass scraped across it. I grinned and pulled my fingers free. Karen pouted, a stray lock of hair falling across her sunglasses. Her forehead shone with sweat, while the rest of her body glistened with lotion. Her hands cupped her tits, her thumb teasing her hardened nipples. I grinned up at her, and then bent my head down and kissed her weeping pussy. Karen hissed in surprise and pleasure. I lashed my tongue out and tasted her pink folds, sucking slightly. I slurped up her juices, salty and sweet at once, and I wanted to taste more. I thrust my tongue into her as deep as I could, waggling it slightly. I felt Karen's hands grip my head, her fingers trailing through my hair, and her thighs closed in around my ears. Her hips jerked, pushing her pussy into my mouth. I sucked and slurped, trying to find her clit again, but it was difficult without being able to see anything. It was getting hard to breath as well, with my nose buried in her bush and my mouth fastened against her pink lips. Then I found it: the tip of my tongue brushed her clit and Karen cried out, thighs squeezing me harder. Afraid to lose it, I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked hard. Juice gushed from Karen's pussy, filling my mouth and pouring down my chin. She shuddered and convulsed beneath my mouth, and then her thighs fell away and she released my head. I looked up past her steaming cunt, through the valley of her tits, and saw the dazed expression on Karen's face. She brushed the loose lock of hair out of her eyes and slumped against the chair. "That was beautiful, baby," Karen said. "C'mere and give me a kiss." I dragged myself up her body, hard cock brushing against her thighs, and kissed her fiercely. She licked her own juices from my lips and chin. "Give me a sec to catch my breath," she said, breathing heavily, "and then I'll take care of you." I needed a breather myself, actually. I collapsed on the chaise lounge beside her, limbs splayed, only mildly self-conscious that I was buck naked. After all, there was a gorgeous woman next to me similarly attired, and that made it okay. I found myself thinking of Mom doing the same thing out here on a semi-regular basis, while I was out wandering the hills. Then the sun shining in my eyes dimmed as Karen's shadow fell over me. I blinked and raised a hand to shade my eyes. Karen took off her sunglasses and slipped them over my eyes, letting me see a little bit better. The Sitter Ch. 02 "Roll over," she commanded, and I complied willingly. My hard-on pressed into the lounge's mattress, staining it the precum leaking from the tip. Karen began to massage my back, rubbing lotion into my skin, and the combination of heat, exertion, and the pleasure soaking into my body made me doze slightly. Karen brought me fully awake with a light slap against my buttocks, then kneaded and squeezed them with her hands. She stretched the muscles in my thighs and caressed my calves and the arches in my feet. Before she rolled me over, she reached between my legs and gave my balls a squeeze. Karen emptied the bottle of lotion on my chest and thighs, spraying it on me, and then pushed it around on my body with her hands. She coated my arms and chest, thighs and shins, and then came back for my stomach and cock. She greased up my balls, and then, gripping my cock by the base, levered it away from my stomach and gave it a kiss. She sucked lightly, wrapping her lips around the head and teasing my pisshole with her tongue. She slurped up the precum that my cock was generating by the gallon, and slowly sucked more of my cock into her mouth. She lowered her head upon me, swallowing me whole. I felt her throat constrict around my dick as she took almost all of me into her mouth. Her nostrils flared, and she released me, sliding up my rod so that only the tip lay in her mouth, resting on her tongue. I reached behind me and gripped the frame of the chaise lounge with both hands, but couldn't resist a few jerky hip movements, trying to thrust into Karen's mouth. Her saliva dripped down the length of my cock, and she sucked the head lightly. I hissed in pleasure. Karen looked up at me, green eyes glazed with passion, and slowly, achingly, enveloped me once again. She wiggled her nose slightly when my bush tickled her, but she let my cock rest in her throat. She swallowed, her tongue curling around my length and her throat tightening against the tip. My cock throbbed, squirting cream down her throat, and she quickly released me again. My cock popped out of her mouth, and Karen took a deep, shuddering breath before licking me and sucking me into her mouth once more. Her free hand found my balls and teased them, grinding and squeezing them in her palm. My breath came in short gasps, and my heart thundered in my chest. I spread my legs and tightened my grip on the lounge, while Karen deep throated me once more, her tongue and throat constricting around my throbbing weapon, her saliva greasing my pole. Her head bobbed in my lap, her lips spreading and contracting as she raced from the narrow tip of my cock to the wide base. The exposed length of my cock glistened with her saliva and my cream, and so too did her chin. I tried to fight the rapidly approaching orgasm, but it was no use. Karen's technique was too much for me. My dick throbbed and bucked as she reached an upstroke, and a jet of cum erupted from me to splatter on Karen's tongue. As soon as I began to cum, Karen loosed my cock from the sweet prison of her mouth and half sat up, aiming my shuddering cock at her tits. My cock shuddered and sprayed jet after jet of cum onto her magnificent breasts, coating them liberally and adding another protective coating to her skin. My cock deflated, and I collapsed, gasping and spent. Karen rubbed my cum into her skin with both hands, cooing all the while, and then used the dregs of the suntan lotion to coat my crotch. "We certainly don't want any sunburns there," Karen said with a grin. She dragged the other chaise across the foot of deck separating the two, so that they touched, and plopped down into it. I was drifting off into a much deserved rest, but still I felt Karen take my hand. And that's how we spent the afternoon: dozing, tanning in the warm sun, hand in hand. Later in the afternoon, Karen turned slightly and poked me in the ribs. "I'm hungry," she said. "We should get lunch." "I brought sodas and chips out," I told her. "No, we should get lunch," she told me, sitting up. "So up and at 'em, stud. Get cleaned up and changed." "Okay," I said reluctantly, "I think we have some chicken salad in the fridge." "You're not listening," Karen said, tits bobbing distractedly. "I'm taking you to lunch. So make yourself presentable." "Um, okay," I said. "I'll, um, use the downstairs shower. You use the upstairs one." "You sure you don't want to share a shower together?" Karen asked. I blinked, still a bit dazed from my nap. "Well, of course I do," I said, hopping to my feet. "Let's go!" We ran into the house, Karen scooping up her bag and me grabbing my glasses on the way, and up the stairs into Mom's bathroom. I started the shower running, while Karen dumped her bag on the floor and pulled out her auxiliary towel. I stepped into the shower and Karen crowded in behind me, her tits bumping against my back. I grabbed the soap and turned around. "Scrub me, baby," Karen said. I washed her, she washed me, and we started a slow, delicious fuck that turned into a quick one when the hot water turned cold. As we dried off, I apologized to her for the water heater's failure. "I guess Mom and I used too much of the hot water this morning," I told her. Karen shrugged. Her nipples were still hard, either from the sex or the shower. "We have plenty of time for more water-fun," she said. "And anything else you want to try." She wiped her thighs down with the towel, one foot on the toilet seat. "Anything?" I said. Mom had mentioned something earlier that day, and I had been thinking about things to try most of the day. Karen looked up, eyes wide and mouth hanging open in surprised. "Oh, have you got something in mind?" I shrugged, suddenly reluctant to share. "Bill, c'mon. You can tell me." "Well, I don't know," I said. She smiled, and rose to her full height. "Afraid I'll laugh or think it's weird? Don't be. I'm not the judgmental type, believe me. After all, I just watched a son have sex with his mother last night. And someday I'll tell you how I afforded college. So, spill it, stud." "Well, okay," I said. "I thought it would be, um, kinda cool if, um. . . " "Bill," Karen said. "Tell me. It's okay." "Well, I thought it would be cool if. . .," I paused, looking away, "you and Mom wore French maid outfits. Or something." Karen's eyebrows rose almost to her hairline. Then she smiled. "That has. . . definite possibilities," she said. I looked at her sharply. "Really?" She nodded. "So, uh, how did you afford college?" Karen grinned. "Someday, Bill, but not today. Let's get lunch, okay?" The Sitter Ch. 03 An Oedipus County Tale This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's all pretend, folks. CHAPTER THREE Things went quickly after those first two days. Karen moved in with us within a week. Mom and Karen concocted a story about us looking to take on a boarder to help with expenses, and that seemed to satisfy the curious. Karen moved all her stuff into the guest room, though most nights she slept with Mom or me, or both of us. Much as we all wanted to, we couldn't fuck all day, all the time. Mom had work, I had high school, and Karen had grad school. A good thing, too, that we all had distractions. We managed to keep from becoming hermits, which probably would have called attention to our situation, and we also ensured that we didn't tire of one another too quickly. During the school week, in fact, they made me sleep alone in my own room while they cuddled in Mom's double bed. The only thing keeping me from getting jealous was the frequent, juicy fucks from one or the other of them during the afternoon, and the frenzied fuckfests that came with each weekend. Mom and Karen were both inventive and playful, and they inspired me to be the same. The sex was fantastic, but it was also fun, and occasionally funny. In between the moans, groans, and squelches, there was laughter. I think that helped me a lot, dealing with what was going on. I mean, as much fun as it was -- and I meant it when I told Mom there were no regrets -- it was still really fucking weird to be having regular, mind-blowing sex with my own mother. Keeping it fun, keeping it light and enjoyable for all, allowed me to avoid obsessing about Mom or Karen. Or both of them together. At school, my studies suffered little. Part of my deal with Mom required good grades, and there was no way I was going to mess it up by failing a test or paper. Karen helped me, too, while Mom was busy at work. She would do her own homework on the kitchen table, and I would join her. Whenever I hit something I had trouble with, she'd help me out. When we studied for exams, every right answer I gave her earned me a kiss. I didn't get straight A's, but I did pretty well. Not so well that I could pick and choose which college to go to after graduation, but well enough that some decent schools were eager to have me. One day I came home to a darkened house, after spending the afternoon at my friend Hank's playing video games. Both Mom's Cherokee and Karen's Escort were in the driveway when I parked my beater in the street, but the house appeared deserted. I entered through the kitchen in the back of the house and saw lights shining in the living room, though none of the lamps were on. I set my backpack on the kitchen table and hurried into the room, finding candles set on all the flat surfaces in the room. Big, fat purple candles sat on the coffee table, while narrower white ones flickered atop the mantle of the electric fireplace. Similar candles were set upon the entertainment center, creating odd shadows on the darkened television and stereo. The knick-knack table by the stairs and the bookcase against the near wall also shone with candlelight. The air was heady with the fragrance of melting wax and the spark of flame. The curtains were drawn and the lamps were darkened, but the candles lit the room nicely, giving it all an attractive glow. "The young master 'as returned," Mom said with a terrible French accent. "Oui, oui," Karen agreed. Both of them stood at the foot of the stairs, dimly illuminated by the candle light. Despite the poor light, I could see them clearly, and what I saw took my breath away. Both of them were dressed identically in a loose approximation of a French maid's outfit. Little white caps lay atop their heads, where their hair was pinned up, with long braids spilling down their backs. Black silk chokers encircled each throat, while they wore diaphanous white aprons that barely covered the front of their bodies, revealing a great deal of cleavage on either woman. Beneath the apron, I could see nothing but skin, while their legs were encased in black hose that clung tightly to their flesh. Black high heels gave my statuesque mother another few inches of height, but Karen had settled on more sensible shoes, making Mom look a giantess in comparison. One glance had my cock tenting the front of my pants painfully. I stood and stared at the beautiful sight before me, mouth hanging open and eyes widening. Mom and Karen tittered, and then the two of them sauntered across the room. Mom's hips swiveled enticingly as she walked on those high heels. Two pairs of breasts bobbed alluringly behind thin white aprons, and I saw hardened nipples beneath them. "Welcome home, Bill," Mom said, foregoing the accent and taking me into her arms. She leaned down to give me a kiss. Her tits pressed into my chest, and she rubbed her thigh against my crotch. Karen grinned at me over Mom's shoulder. "Zee young master is a bit overdressed," Karen said, affecting the accent once more. "Oui," Mom echoed, breaking our kiss and regarding me with a smoldering gaze. She stepped back a step and Karen rushed in, running her hands across my chest, tugging at the buttons on my shirt. Mom wedged herself around Karen and attacked my belt, loosening it and unzipping my pants. In moments they had me stripped to my boxers, flinging my clothes around the room -- careful not to knock any candles over -- and they each took a hand and led me to the couch. They forced me to sit, and Karen curled up next to me, pressing her barely restrained tits against my shoulder and turning my head towards he to give me a kiss. I'm afraid I wasn't able to give her my full attention, as Mom was kneeling between my legs. Mom tugged the last piece of clothing off my body, and my hard cock slapped against my belly. With her palms on my thighs, Mom bent over my lap and blew on the engorged head of my member. As precum began to leak out of my cock and drip down my length, she extended her tongue and lashed the sensitive crown. My cock throbbed of its own volition, bumping against Mom's chin and eliciting a squeal of delight from her. Karen traced her full lips along my jawline, sucked at my earlobe, and kissed the surging pulse in my throat. Her plush breasts threatened to leap out of their diaphanous confines, her nipples denting the fabric noticeably. Mom's head bobbed as her lips enveloped my cock and slowly swallowed its length. Warm and wet, Mom's mouth felt wonderful, and her saliva mixed with my precum, sloshing around in her mouth and dripping down the few exposed inches of my cock. She sucked, her cheeks hollowing with the effort, and it felt like she was trying to swallow me. My cock surged into her mouth, the head butting against the back of her throat as her nose brushed against my pubic hair. Mom slurped as she dragged her lips back up my length, and I heard her inhale a deep breath through her nostrils. My dick throbbed and squirted more precum on her tongue. A heartbeat later, she swallowed me again, quick and smooth, my length sinking into her softness with ease. Karen's hands ran along my chest and back, her lips alighting on my burning skin here and there. I grabbed the front of her apron and tugged it down, allowing her breasts to pop into view, while the straps pushed them together, forming a delicious cleavage. While Mom sucked me, I latched my own lips around one of Karen's strawberry pink nipples and began to nip and suck on it. Karen kneaded my head and made soft sounds while I pleasured her. Mom released me from the sweet prison of her mouth and at up. "The young master, I think, is ready," she said. She rose to her feet, and urged Karen out of the way. I gave Karen's tits a playful tweak as she shifted on the couch and she blew me a kiss. Mom straddled me, her apron falling over my rampant cock as she did so. I could feel the heat of her pussy though I couldn't see it, and let out and involuntary gasp when Mom reached beneath the fabric to grip the base of my cock and guide it to her opening. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them, causing Mom to hiss. Encouraged, I pulled the front of the apron down, causing Mom's tits to pop into view as well. Her dark nipples were as hard as my cock, and I attacked them with my lips and tongue. Mom released my cock to brace her hands on my shoulders, but I felt a hand encircle my girth anyway. I risked a glance around Mom's breast, and saw Karen on her knees, one hand stroking Mom's thigh and the other hand reaching beneath her to grip me and aim me towards Mom's steaming pussy. Karen tickled my balls, and I grunted against Mom's breast. I heard Karen's distinctive giggle, and felt Mom's questioning look. Then, the head of my cock brushed up against the lips of Mom's pussy, and both Mom and I hunched our hips forward involuntarily, unable to resist the pull of our hormones. The result was that I slammed my cock home into Mom's pussy, while she crashed her pussy down upon me, swallowing me whole. Heat enveloped me, and her moisture soaked into my skin. My cock throbbed within the warm confines of Mom's pussy, and I grabbed her waist and began to fuck her. Mom moaned and fucked me back with equal intensity, and then let out an uncharacteristic squeal. She looked back over her shoulder, her braid whipping around to hit me in the face, to see what Karen was doing behind her. I fucked into Mom, spit hair out of my mouth, and peered around Mom's bronzed pneumatic form to take a peek myself. Karen's face was planted between Mom's ass cheeks, spread apart by Karen's hands, and she could only be giving Mom a "rim-job," something I'd only heard about before. Karen's head bobbed, keeping pace with Mom's body as she and I thrust against one another, and I had to release a breathless "Whoa." Mom returned her attention to her son, grabbing my face and turning me away from the cock-hardening sight before me. She thrust her heaving tits into my face and said, "Get to work, there, young master," punctuating her words with a few moans. I grinned and did as she said, capturing a nipple between my teeth and thrusting hard into her cunt. I felt lips on my balls, and knew immediately that Karen had altered her position. Mom, sensing what was going on, shifted her grip on me as well, bearing down a little and forcing me to sort of slide off the edge of the couch. Mom teetered but didn't waver, fucking back at me with all her energy. I gasped, feeling Mom's pussy massage my cock and Karen's lips suck my balls into her mouth. I wanted to warn them that was I was slipping, but I couldn't find the breath, and every thrust into Mom's pussy distracted me. In another moment, the cushion under my ass gave way, sliding off the couch, and it took Mom and I with it. Karen was quick-thinking enough to dodge out of the way and avoided injury by pulling back from us, but she wasn't quick enough to catch Mom or I. We ended up in a heap on the floor, limbs in disarray, and yet strangely still joined at the crotch. Luckily, Karen had pushed the coffee table out of the way beforehand, or one of us could have been seriously injured. I gave Mom a quick look and then sort of righted myself, careful not to withdraw from the warm prison of her pussy. "Are you okay?" I asked her. She nodded, her hips jerking against me. "I bit my lip when I hit the floor, though," she said. "Should we stop?" I asked. She shook her head, braid whipping around. "Hell no." With that, she began to fuck me again, wrapping her legs around my waist to pull me closer. I braced my arms on the carpet beside her head and began to thrust, riding her for all she was worth. Mom's clasping pussy tightened around me with each thrust, and at this angle it was easier for me to reach the roof of her womb. The first time I banged against it, she widened her eyes and redoubled her movements, forcing me to keep up with her. Karen walked on all fours up to us and laid down next to Mom, sharing a grin with her before rolling half-over to watch me. At some point, she had shed the apron, though she left on the little cap and the black hose. Almost absentmindedly, Karen reached out to cup and knead the nearer of Mom's tits. "You better save some energy for me, 'young master,'" Karen told me pointedly, but I didn't spare the breath to respond. Mom was beginning to crest, her pussy clamping tight around me, her breathing quick and shallow, and her legs tight around my waist. Making Mom cum began to trigger my own eruption, and as Mom cried out and arched her back, thrusting her body against me, I rammed deep inside her and let go. My body shuddered as my cum arced from my cock into Mom's molten core, splattering her insides with white heat. Mom collapsed, breathless, beneath me. I flopped down upon her, gasping myself. Karen made a moue of disappointment. "I said, save some for me," she said, pouting. "Just give a minute," I said, "and I'll fuck you senseless, too." I gently disengaged myself from Mom, kissed her lightly on the lips and settled into a kneeling position. Mom remained splayed out beneath me. She grinned up at me. "Sweetie," she said, "I have to admit, you're the best lover I've ever had." I blushed, and helped her into a sitting position. Karen flopped down on the couch, tits bouncing provocatively. I fixed the cushion and dropped down beside her. I put my palm on her belly, and lightly stroked her skin with my fingertips. Karen leaned into me, molding her body against my own and kissed me passionately. I returned the kiss, cupping and hefting her breasts. I teased her nipples with my thumbs, and slowly pressed her back against the couch. Karen murmured and cooed as I began to kiss my way down her neck, between her breasts, and along her flat stomach. "Oh, yes," she moaned, as I went lower. Nuzzling her pussy, I teased her folds with my tongue. Karen was soaking wet, and her juices stained my cheeks and lips immediately. I flicked my tongue along the length of her gash, tasting her, licking her, sucking on her. Karen gripped my head and pushed my face into her pussy, urging me on. At the same time, Mom stood up, peeled off her apron, and assaulted Karen's breasts, latching her lips on to one of Karen's pink, hardened nipples. Karen groaned in pleasure. "Enough with the tongue, stud," she told me through gasping breaths. "I need you inside me." That was all I needed. With one last fond lash of the tongue, I levered myself up to my knees, grasped my cock, and pierced her roughly. Karen cried out, and her legs scissored closed around my waist to pull me tight. Without further urging, I began to fuck her, ramming into Karen with all the strength and speed I could muster. Mom pulled away from Karen's bouncing breasts so that she could watch us, fingering herself as she did so. Karen's pussy grasped at my cock with each plunge, her inner muscles catching me and trying to suck me deeper within her. I hunched forward to pepper her breasts with kisses, managing just barely to capture one turgid nipple in my mouth in order to suckle. My rhythm faltered slightly as I did so, but Karen didn't seem to notice, judging by her cries. I released her breast and found her mouth, giving her as passionate a kiss as I could under the circumstances. Our tongues wrestled briefly, but we had to break away in order to breathe. But we did not stop fucking. That I could not have done if I tried; my hips and cock had a mind of their own, and they pounded away with the ferocity only an eighteen year old can muster. Karen looked up at me, her green eyes glowing with love, her face scrunched in passion. I could feel my own love for her welling up within my breast, a feeling so intense that it almost hurt, and I felt that my love was being reflected back at me through Karen's eyes. Suddenly her eyes rolled back and her calves and thighs tightened around my body, urging me deep. Karen's soaking, heated pussy grew hotter and wetter and tighter, and her body spasmed beneath me. Still my cock churned within her, and before Karen could catch her breath from the first orgasm, I had her climaxing once more. Karen cried out, a long note of pure joy and passion. Mom, unable to help herself, grabbed my face and gave me a fierce kiss. Karen's cry tapered off, and her pussy tightened around my pistoning cock once more. I could feel my balls tightening, and my own climax threatening to cut loose. "Bill," Karen gasped, "I want to feel your hot cum on my body. When you're ready, pull out and cum on me." Mom broke our kiss and regarded us both with glowing eyes. As usual, a little dirty talk from Karen -- occasionally Mom -- set me off. I thrust deep within Karen once more, reveling in the feeling of her body surrounding me, and then yanked my cock free. It slapped against her pussy, and then against her belly as I rose up. Karen's hands grabbed my hips and rubbed my lower stomach, and then "boom." The orgasm I had fighting for the last few desperate moments could not be held back any longer. White, boiling cum erupted from the engorged tip of my cock, spraying in a long arc. The first jet splashed against Karen's cheek, while the one following it splattered across her heaving, flushed tits. Another dozen squirts of cum covered Karen from tits to stomach, coating her pale skin like white frosting. Gasping for breath, I fell backwards on the other side of the sofa. Karen, meanwhile, shuddered and shook with another orgasm, triggered, apparently, by my money shot. She ran her hands through the puddles of cum on her body, and licked her fingers with a moist, pink tongue. Mom, eyes glazed with lust, dropped to her knees beside Karen and began to lick my cum off of Karen's body, beginning with the semen pooling on Karen's belly. Mom's tongue trailed across Karen's belly, dipping into Karen's belly button to scrape up the precious fluid. Mom licked her way up to Karen's prodigious breasts, kissing away the cum that decorated their slopes. Karen had two fingers up her pussy, while her other hand was cupping Mom and teasing her folds. I looked down at my own cock, amazed at how quickly I was recovering. I was already at half-mast, and climbing steadily. I always loved watching Mom and Karen go at it, but the added thrill of watching Mom clean my semen off of Karen's body had the blood rushing back into my cock with breakneck speed. Mom licked her way back down Karen's belly. She climbed on to the couch, lifting one leg over Karen's head, and settled into the sixty-nine position. Mom's head dropped between Karen's legs to dip her tongue into Karen's honeypot, while Karen wrapped her arms around Mom's waist and pulled Mom's pussy closer to her mouth. Mom moaned into Karen's pussy as Karen's tongue attacked her. Mom thrust her hips into Karen's mouth, while Karen mimicked her movements. I hopped off the couch, dick bobbing, to watch the show. Feeling the couch shift as I moved, Mom and Karen stretched out a little more. Karen's thighs parted to allow Mom greater access. I saw Mom purse her lips around Karen's erect clit, and heard Karen moan passionately, though the sound was somewhat muffled by Mom's own pussy. I shifted around towards the end of the couch where Mom's knees lay across the armrest and Karen craned her head up to reach Mom's weeping gash. Mom's pussy was pink and beautiful, soaked through with her juices and the remnants of my own, which Karen was sucking out of her. But as Mom's ministrations elicited another lust-wracked moan from Karen, Karen had no choice but to let her head fall back, revealing Mom's lovely pussy in all it's glory. Karen's lips glistened with moisture, but her teeth were gritted tightly as an orgasm shook through her body. The Sitter Ch. 03 For those of you following the story of the first night I fucked my nubile young babysitter, Katie, you should know that after a vigorous sex session on the couch and against the wall, (culminating in some incredible anal and arguably the largest cumshot I've ever experienced), we repaired to the shower, where we slowly soaped each other up and rinsed each other off, accompanied by plentiful kisses and caresses. With my wife safely ensconced in her sister's for the night, we stole off to my marriage bed, where we slept off our arduous fucking, Katie's head against my chest and her damp hair spread out over my wife's pillow. During the night we drifted in and out of sleep, emerging to indulge in mild foreplay; touches and kisses in a sleepy haze, before letting sleep claim us again. Overall, I've had worse nights. The next morning, two things awoke me early from a deep, restful sleep; a growing heat and tingling in my cock and the jarring ring of the phone by the bed. Rising from the fog of sleep, I pushed off the comforter to reveal Katie, laying between my spread legs, busily sucking my cock, eyes closed in sheer bliss. I took a moment to enjoy the sight, stroking Katie's long black hair as I reached out for the phone, putting it to my ear before grunting out a groggy "Hello?" "Hi, baby... it's me," came my wife's voice, and the events of last night flooded back into my conscious mind in a rush; the planned romantic dinner, the chance meeting with a slut from work, tears, accusations, and me finding solace in the willing arms of Katie. Jen's voice on the other end of the line sounded contrite; nevertheless, I trod warily, and not just because I didn't want anything in my voice betraying that my dick was being expertly gobbled by a horny teenager in her bed. "Hi darling... are you OK?" "I'm fine, I guess... I'm calling to say I'm sorry about last night, Griff. I was out of line accusing you the way I did, just because that girl said hi to you." Part of my mind wanted to confess everything, as I looked down into Katie's loving eyes while she slurped and bobbed on my rod; 'you were right, Jen -- that girl was all over me because I sucked her pussy and came all over her tits at a work party, and she's been wanting more ever since. Oh, and by the way, last night after our fight I had what was probably the best sex of my life so far, and you'll never guess who with?' Thankfully though, I relented and kept my dark secrets to myself for now, reaching down to hold Katie's head and pump my dick deeper into her hungry mouth as she worked, wet and sloppy, on my shaft and balls. "Griff? Are you there?" I shook my head, trying to return at least half of my attention to the conversation. "Yes, baby, I'm here, sorry. Just thinking." "Do... do you forgive me?" "Of course. You're only human, after all," I said, smiling. "Girls throw themselves at me all the time, I can't blame you for being jealous. Last night I had to fight Katie off with a stick." As I said this, Katie slipped my dick from her mouth with a wet pop, pumping the shaft and kissing the head, grinning up at me wickedly as her tongue circled my cockhead. "Fibber," Jen's voice teased, and I could tell she was smiling too, crisis averted. "You know that kid thinks of you as a father." More like a Daddy, I again thought but thankfully didn't voice, choosing again to reply much more safely: "She's a sweet kid. She sends her best wishes." "How did she get home last night? You couldn't drive her and leave the baby alone..." "I gave her cab money," I replied glibly, surprised at how easily the lies were coming; was this my life now? Katie again relinquished her lip-lock on my cock for a moment to murmur "That's not all he gave me, Jen..." I bit my cheek to stop from laughing as Jen continued. "So, I know you're traveling to that conference tonight anyway... I was thinking I'd come and pick up the baby and go to visit my mom this week, so we can both get some time away." "That sounds great, babe. I think we could both do with it." We worked out the details and I think I even remembered some of them as Katie began working harder on her blowjob, slurping and moaning on my cock for all she was worth, drooling onto my balls, hollowing her cheeks to suck with a frenzy, and humming low in her throat, making my cock so stiff it hurt. When I got off the phone, I tossed it aside, placing both hands on Katie's head and pumping my hips, fucking her mouth with as much intensity as she was sucking my dick. "Uhhhhh... fuck, Katie baby... I have good news... and better news..." Katie wrapped her fingers around my shaft and pumped, flicking her tongue against the head. "Tell me, Daddy," she said devilishly. "In an hour, my wife's coming to collect the baby and go out of town for a week." "Ooooh," Katie crowed, suckling on the swollen head, spitting on it. "And the better news?" "That's the best part. Right after that, you and I are going on a trip of our own, just the two of us." "Oh, Daddy!" Katie cried, her little fist pumping fast, and the joy in her eyes tossed me over the edge; long streams of cum began to shoot from my hard cock, and Katie positioned herself to catch every jet in her open mouth, relishing each rope of cum that spattered her tongue, jerking my shaft to get it all. When she was done (and she was very, very thorough,) my cock lay, wet and semi-hard, against my thigh, and she was licking her lips, wiping stray drops of jizz from her full, red lips. "So... tell me all about this trip... Daddy Griff." Three hours later, I was pulling up to Katie's house, watching her make her way down the driveway, a happy grin on her face and a suitcase in her hand. She was dressed simply but still cut a stunning figure in a light blue summer skirt that fell almost to her knees, black boots, and a simple white t-shirt, her tits bouncing enticingly as she practically skipped to the car. As I got out to help her put her case in the trunk, she gave me a chaste peck on the cheek, mindful that her parents may have been watching. Once I had helped her into the passenger seat, however, her hand was gripping my inner thigh, close to the heat of my growing hardon. "Miss me, Daddy?" she said, her vixen-voice working overtime, dripping with pinup-girl lust. Her hand moved to the bulge in my crotch, and she squeezed gently, causing my prick to give an answering pulse. "You know I did, babygirl," I answered as we pulled away into traffic. "So, what did you tell them?" "Piece of cake," the pretty brunette said with a smile as she turned more to face me, one hand still massaging my hardon through my jeans. "I got the chance to go away with a few girlfriends on a trip to Daytona, all expenses paid. "Aren't I the lucky one?" "They don't have a problem with you running off all week, skipping classes?" Katie made a derisive sound in her throat. "I'm way ahead and they know it. I'm a good girl... don't you remember?" she added, leaning in to lick my earlobe, her soft breath tickling my neck. "How could I forget?" "How about you, Daddy? What's your... cover story?" Katie giggled, leaning in now, kissing my neck, her fingers busy as my cock stiffened and lengthened along my pants leg. I tried hard to keep my eyes and mind on the road as I spoke. "Piece of cake," I echoed, smiling. "She's going to be at her mother's in Texas all week while I visit the conference. And since nobody there knows me or has ever met me before, they won't be shocked or surprised that I brought my beautiful young wife along for the trip. Especially when they see you; then they'll understand why I couldn't leave you behind." "Daddy, you're so naughty!" Katie exclaimed in a shocked tone, but she was laughing, and her nimble fingers began unbuckling my pants now. "It's so hot that I get to play your wife all week... but won't I be bored when you're off doing who-knows-what every day?" Now she was reaching into my boxers and drawing out my hard cock, stroking the length up and down, cooing over it as I fought harder to drive straight, and making the airport exit by sheer luck. "I can blow off most of the events, just show my face from time to time," I said. "There'll be so many people there nobody's going to know how I spent my time, and I can download any notes I need later. Besides, if anyone calls me on it, I'll say I couldn't get away from our room because I was fucking your brains out, baby. Looking at you, they'll believe me." Katie smiled wolfishly at that. "Flatterer," she said, leaning down to take my cockhead into her hot, soft mouth. "Now," she said, muffled, "speaking of blowing off..." Minutes later, we were pulling into long-term parking, luckily finding a spot close to the terminal, a feat I'm still not sure how I managed, since for the entire drive Katie was slurping on my cock and my hand was under her skirt and insider her panties, eagerly fingering her tight hot little cunt. I had already made her cum once, almost steering the car into a concrete wall as I did so. As I stopped the car, I pulled Katie's head roughly off my dick, pausing only to put it in park before slipping my hand from between her legs and shoving my slippery fingers into her mouth. Katie held my wrist and licked, sucking her own sweet juices from my fingers, taking one, then two fingers deep into her mouth, showing me her impressive lack of gag reflex, her eyes burning into mine. Sliding my fingers free, I pulled Katie to me, locking her into a deep soul-kiss, tasting her tongue, her lips. "MMmm," I moaned as we broke free, her fingers claiming my hard cock again, stroking gently. "God, I love the taste of your pussy, babygirl." "Such a sweet Daddy... I mean, such a sweet hubby I have, who treats me so nice," Katie declared. "Why don't you put that beautiful cock away... for now, anyway... and take me away from all this?" "Nothing I'd rather do." Airport security isn't known as the most romantic of locales, but with Katie there it flew by in a blur; we couldn't keep our hands off each other, stopping every few feet to kiss or clinch, each of us thinking about a week in an expensive hotel room, and the possibilities therein. Before I knew it, we were on the plane (having stopped off at one of the terminal stores for a realistic-looking but fake engagement diamond and wedding band for Katie), taking off and watching the earth fall away behind us. A short while into the flight (I think the attendants quickly started to avoid the horny couple in row D, as nobody interrupted our makeout session with offers of peanuts or pillows) I had my hand up Katie's skirt again and she was once more stroking me through my jeans (our tray tables down to block prying eyes) when Katie broke off, panting. "God, Daddy... how long till we get there?" I checked the display on the overhead TVs. "About another hour, baby." "Ohhhh, that's too lonngggg," Katie whined, kissing me, sucking on my lower lip. "I want you nowwww." I smiled, looking around at the quiet, midafternoon flight. I gestured with my chin to the passageway a few rows ahead, my voice low. "See that restroom, Katie?" She had my gist aleady, I could tell, but Katie played along, nodding. "Yes, baby?" she said, eyes wide and wondering. "Go in there, and in 2 minutes, unlock the door when I come knocking." I mimed on the tray table, my knuckles rapping twice, then once, then twice again. "Got it?" "Got it!" Katie said, her voice full of joy, and she kissed me once more, longingly, before heading up front. I noticed more than one pair of eyes on her tight ass as she sashayed up the aisle, but it was me she tossed a wink before slipping into the tiny restroom, dutifully locking the door behind her. That was a long two minutes, and I knew as I made my way to follow her, my hardon would not only be visible but painfully obvious as it tented my jeans, but I was growing increasingly heedless about a lot of things that would have worried me 24 hours previously. I slid from my seat and slipped into the side passageway, a row of small closets and service hatches behind me and 2 restroom doors ahead. I knocked on the engaged cubicle, after a quick head-check to see that no eyes were on me; twice... once... twice. After a long moment, I was debating whether or not to knock again when the bolt was slowly slid away, and the red OCCUPIED sign on the door became a bright green VACANT. With one more look over my shoulder, I stepped inside, to find Katie sitting on the sink, skirt around her waist, panties wadded in a ball on the tiny ledge next to her, fingers busy as she diddled her clit, her face flushed and eyes wide. "I couldn't wait, Daddy," she said as I closed the door hurriedly, standing before her in the tiny room. "You've got me so fucking worked up, I need it so bad..." No more words were necessary; I shoved down my jeans and boxers, my cock springing free, raging-hard from the attentions she'd been giving it since we left her house. In one movement I reached behind her, cupping her ass and sliding her to the edge of the sink as I held the base of my dick with my other hand, slipping it between the lips of her waiting pussy, sinking it deep. "Oh YES!" Katie cried out, arms around my neck, legs around my waist, her feet pressing into the opposite wall as my cock found its home inside her juicy cunt. "Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK me, big Daddy..." My cock was already obeying her instructions, pumping in and out of her tight snatch, making the small metal sink shudder. I pulled her tight t-shirt up, exposing her sweet tits, standing pert and firm with no bra, and my mouth savaged her nipples as we rocked our hips, fucking faster and deeper. Katie ran her fingers through my hair, holding me to her chest, a stream of dirty talk coming from her beautiful mouth "Ohh that's it Daddy, suck those tits, you like those, don't you, you've been looking at them so long, now they're all yours... oh god, god, GOD, that's it, fuck me like that, just there, YES..." I kissed her tits, her neck, her soft lips, and dug my fingers into Katie's succulent ass, driving my cock into her over and over. If this wasn't a worthwhile first entry into the Mile High Club, then nothing was. Katie scratched her nails down my back, digging them into my ass, urging me to take her, fuck her deeper, and I did, hammering into her, balls slapping , her slick cunt enveloping my dick with each stroke, driving us both toward release. "Oh DADDY..." Katie cried, clinging to me as we fucked wild and wet, "Don't stop... please don't stop, I'm gonna cum... cum with me? Please?" I nodded against her neck, too far gone to speak, and after a few more strokes we could both feel it, her pussy gripping me tight as my balls tightened, our lips finding each other, stifling our cries, my cock held deep inside Katie as it spurted its load of thick, hot cream. Our tongues played and mingled as we held together and rocked against the wall, each spurt of cum sending a shockwave through our bodies as our hearts slowed. After the last aftershock, our kisses grew softer, more tender, though I could still feel Katie's heart pounding through the soft flesh of her breast. "So, Daddy," Katie said, touching my face, my lips, a smile on her own. "How long now till we get there?" To be continued... The Sitter Ch. 03 My distended member throbbed hungrily. Heavy with need, it angled away from my belly and aimed itself at Mom's crotch. Without conscious thought, I stepped forward. The head of my cock butted up against the lips of Mom's pussy, and she opened up to let me inside. With a quick thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, Mom's plush ass thumping deliciously against my stomach. I wrapped my hands around Mom's trim waist and began to slowly fuck her. I shivered when I felt Karen's mouth wrapped lightly around my balls and began to suck. My swollen cock throbbed inside Mom in response, and when I withdrew from her, Karen licked the exposed length of my cock before I drove it home once more. When I did, Karen transferred her mouth to my balls once more. The pattern repeated itself; Mom's mouth on Karen's pussy, my cock within Mom's, and Karen teasing me with her lips and tongue and teeth. It wasn't long before I was driving more and more quickly into Mom, and she enthusiastically fucked back at me, matching me thrust for thrust. Karen couldn't match our tempo, so she ignored my thrusts and settled on alternately sucking on my right and left nut. I could almost feel my balls filling with cum, and it felt to me like my cock was gaining an inch with each thrust. I didn't think I could last, and I couldn't. Within ten minutes, my balls contracted, my cock expanded, and I felt the cum surge up through the length of my rod. Karen felt it too. As I withdrew, preparing to slam myself deep into Mom's cunt and unleash a torrent of cum, Karen wrapped a slim hand around my length and dragged it free of the sweet confinement of Mom's cunt. Instead, she angled my cock downward, and enveloped the tip in her mouth. That was it. I braced my palms against the small of Mom's back, and she looked up from Karen's cunt, giving me a lust glazed look over her shoulder. My cock bucked and heaved, jetting wads of cum into Karen's mouth. I watched her throat work greedily to accept my gift, swallowing a prodigious load that didn't seem to want to stop. I came and came, and Karen took it all, never spilling a drop. At last she released me and I lurched backward on unsteady legs. Karen coughed, gurgled, and sucked in a deep, deep breath. "Mmm, mmm, good," she said. Karen and Mom started giggling, and Mom maneuvered herself so that she was laying on top of Karen, tits to tits, pussy to pussy. I didn't quite get the joke, and didn't have the breath to share in it in any case. I collapsed to the floor on my haunches and tried to regain my equilibrium. It did not return with any amount of speed, but Mom and Karen were quite capable of amusing one another while they waited. That was another night we ended up in the Jacuzzi, washing sweat and cum from our bodies with steaming water, even as we fucked again and again. Not that everything was sweetness and light, however. Mom and Karen both encouraged me to join the swim team, and I made it on the team pretty easily. My hikes, biking, and sexual work-outs ensured that I was in excellent shape for a nebbish kind of kid, and I did well on the team. There was a girl, a senior like me, named Melonie Driscoll. We sort of hit it off, and started hanging out together. Mom saw it as a good sign, but then no matter how involved we got in the bedroom, Mom always considered it recreational. Karen, though, got a little temperamental whenever I mentioned Melonie, or did anything with her. I didn't really understand what was going on; I mean, my Mom was telling me it was cool, and I was totally in love with Karen besides. I thought she knew that, I thought she realized Melonie was just my friend. But like I said before, love isn't exactly rational, is it? So one day Karen blew up at me and took off in her car, leaving me dumbfounded and speechless in the living room. I'd never had a girlfriend before, let alone a live-in lover, and I had no idea what I was doing. So I went to Mom. "I thought I heard some yelling down there," she said when I came into her room. "What's wrong?" She was in bed, with the covers up against her chest, a brief in her hand. She pulled her glasses off to regard me as I approached. "Karen's upset because I spend so much time with Mel. But you tell me to spend more time with her." I sat down on the edge of Mom's bed. "I'm a little confused." Mom frowned. "Hmmm," she said thoughtfully. "Maybe I've steered you wrong on this one, sweetie. I thought spending time with a girl your own age would be good for you. I don't know, I guess I thought that Karen saw our arrangement the same way I do." She reached over and patted me on the arm. "Which I mean in the nicest possible way, sweetie. You fuck me like no one has before, but I think you understand when I tell you I prefer to stay objective about the whole thing. I want you to grow up healthy and move out and get married and give me grandchildren eventually, and you won't be doing any of that if you and I get too involved. But Karen doesn't have that worry. . . and she's a lot younger than I am, and less sure of herself. I don't know why I didn't see it sooner. "So," she said, focusing on me once again. "The first thing you do is break things off with Melonie. She's a great girl, but you have to make it clear to her that you're just friends. And then, you have to make sure Karen is aware of how much she means to you." "Flowers?" I said. "That's a start," Mom said. "Tell you what I'm going to do. Tomorrow, I'm picking you up after school. You're skipping practice and we're coming home to make your sweetheart a nice, candlelit dinner. Don't worry, I'll run back to the office before she comes home. How does that sound?" I grinned and have her a kiss. "Thanks, Mom." She returned my kiss, but when I went for her breast she gently pushed me away. "Hey, tonight's a school night. And you should save something for Karen." "Aw, Mom," I groaned. "You should realize by now that I don't have any trouble getting it up. Quite the opposite, really." Mom raised an eyebrow and began to frown, but I saw her eyes dart to my crotch, where my hardening member was tenting my shorts. The frown quickly transformed into an impish grin. "My baby has become quite the little satyr, hasn't he?" she mumbled, almost to herself. She set the brief she had been reading on the nightstand and sat up, letting the covers bunch at her waist and revealing the silk nightie hugging her bountiful curves. Grinning, I leaned forward to kiss her once more. This time when I grabbed her tit, Mom moaned and arched her back, pressing her hardening nipple into the palm of my hand. Mom broke away from me and slid out from under the covers, her tawny legs wrapping around my waist. I pulled the straps of her nightie down her shoulders, kissing her chin and throat and collarbone, and made my way down the slopes of her breasts as I pulled her nightie down to bunch at her waist. Mom's heavy breasts bounced into view, dark nipples hard and begging to be kissed. Naturally, I obliged them. Mom moaned and ran her hands through my hair. "Oh yes, sweetie, suck my tits," she hissed. "You know how to make your mommy feel so good." I wrapped my lips around a nipple, nipping lightly and applying suction. Mom's tit pressed against my lips, and I licked around the nipple in concentric, widening circles, eventually switching to the other breast. Just as my lips brushed the underside of her breast, Mom pressed her palms against my chest and pushed me away. She shifted on the bed, rising over me so that I fell backward onto it. Her long blond hair fell in my face, tickling my nose, and she leaned down to kiss me again. Her hands were busy at my waistband. Her fingers slid between it and my waist and pushed my shorts down, bending my hardened cock painfully. "Ouch," I said into her mouth, and Mom pulled back to regard me. I reached down to adjust my shorts and free my cock. Mom offered me an apologetic smile that quickly turned devilish. "Shall I kiss it and make it all better?" she said. I groaned in response, wordlessly raising my hips so she could peel my shorts off my pelvis. My dick bounced against my belly, a copious amount of precum leaking from the tip. Chuckling throatily, Mom maneuvered herself between my legs. She gripped the base of my cock and angled it away from my belly. Lightly she kissed the purple, swollen head. It throbbed in response, squirting precum onto her plush lips. "My baby," Mom said proudly. "It's hard to believe this monster came out of my body, that I had a hand in creating this marvelous, mouth-watering cock." Her hand stroked me gently as she spoke, and her words made my cock throb in her hand. A veritable flood of cream was jetting from the crown of my cock, coating her hand and making it fly up and down it's length. "Mooom," I pleaded, thrusting my hips against her hand. "Don't use that tone with me, young man," Mom said mock-severely. She caressed the head of my cock with her palm, squeezing lightly. My juices squelched against her hand. "What did I teach you about politeness?" I grinned, always enjoying the little touches of mothering that Mom put in our lovemaking. "Mom, please suck my cock," I said, as contritely as I could manage with a raging hard-on. "That's better," Mom said approvingly. She ducked her head, sucking the crown into her lips to scrape her tongue along my pisshole, scooping precum into her mouth. Her fingers wrapped around my balls, cupping them lightly and teasing my sack. Slowly, Mom swallowed me, allowing her lips to slide down my length. Her cheeks hollowed as she applied suction, and it was my turn to run my hands through Mom's hair, encouraging her to continue. Just watching my own mother with my cock in her mouth was nearly mind-blowing enough to make me bust my nut, even though she'd been doing it for months. It never ceased to amaze me or to give me an erotic charge, which was pretty much why I walked around with an almost constant erection. It didn't help that Mom and Karen had put a ban on masturbation, ensuring I saved all my cum for my women rather than the wads of tissue I had used before. Luckily, Mom and Karen were good sports about taking care of my needs whenever I got horny, so long as I returned the favor. My cock throbbed against the roof of Mom's mouth, and I resisted the urge to thrust into her mouth. But just barely. "Mom, careful," I told her. Mom released my cock from the sweet prison of her mouth with a loud slurp. Saliva and precum slid down the length of my cock and dripped from Mom's chin. Her tongue snaked out to lick her lips, and she smiled, eyes gleaming. "Oh?" she said. "I thought you had 'no trouble getting it up'? Are you saying that if I suck you just a little harder," and here she punctuated her statement by giving my throbbing member a burning kiss, "you're going to have trouble finishing what you started?" "Uh. . .," I said brilliantly. "That's not really fair," I tried to say. Mom cupped my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze, causing me to jump. My dick bounced against her cheeks as I moved. "It's obvious I'm not thinking straight." "Oh, you're thinking straight alright," Mom quipped, sweeping her hand along the lubricated length of my hardness. Then, as usual, she let me off the hook. Intellectually at least; she dropped her head once more and enveloped me in her mouth. Her lips stretched around my girth and her cheeks bulged as my cock pressed against the inside of her mouth. Mom sucked in a deep breath, her nostrils flaring, and then she swallowed me to the hilt. I felt her throat constrict around me as she took my entire length past her lips. Her mouth was like a vacuum, drawing me in, and I couldn't hold out for long. In moments, my cock swelled, Mom's mouth grew tighter, and I felt my dick buck and throb as jet after jet of semen spurted from the tip, straight into Mom's gullet. As soon as I started spurting, Mom adjusted her grip on me to keep from choking. Her mouth slid up my cock so that only the head remained imprisoned between her ruby lips. The exposed length glistened with Mom's saliva and my juices. Mom's cheeks bulged with my cum, and her eyes gleamed with a mixture of lust and love. Still my cock spat its payload, some of it dribbling past Mom's lips to drip down my cock or her chin. Finally Mom released me and swallowed, and the last few spurts splattered against my belly as my cock slammed into it. "Mmmm," Mom purred. She scraped cum off her chin with her nails and fed it into her mouth. "When was the last time you came?" she asked brightly. My dick, threatening to wilt after my explosive orgasm, wavered between flacidity and hardness. "Yesterday," I admitted. "Are you taking any vitamin supplements I'm not aware of?" she asked. I shook my head. "Why?" She gripped my cock at the base, levering it away from my flat stomach. At her touch, it instantly returned to its previous state, throbbing hungrily between her fingers. "You always come like a hose, baby," Mom told me. "And you are always ready for more. It occurred to me you might be taking something to help with that behind my back." I shook my head again, grinning. I flexed my cock in her hand, thrilled at her touch. "One hundred percent natural, ma'am," I said. "I do think the constant sex is affecting me though. When it was just me jerking off in my room, I was never quite this. . . uh. . . copious." "Mmm, new vocab word?" she grinned. "At least you appear to be keeping up with your studies." She released me and sat back on her haunches. Reaching down to the hem of her negligee, she swept it off her body in one smooth movement and tossed it aside to make a puddle on the floor. Mom's gorgeous, tanned and fit body was revealed to my burning gaze. "Now, how about taking care of your old mom?" she asked, stretching out on the bed. "What would you like me to do?" I asked, shifting on the mattress beside her. My cock pressed against her tawny thigh, leaving trails of precum on her skin. "After that, dear boy, I'll only be satisfied with a good, hard, fuck. Can you do that for mommy?" "Uh-huh," I said with a grin. I slid one hand up her leg and she parted her thighs. I pressed my palm against her neatly trimmed mound, soaked with her juices, and slipped my thumb inside to tease her folds. Mom moaned and arched her back, pressing her pussy into my hand. My fingers sank into her. I pulled them free and licked each digit theatrically. Mom tugged my hand free from my lips and brought them to her own, sucking each finger into her hot mouth. With her free hand she gripped my waist and pulled me into her. I rolled with the movement, and my hardened cock slid across Mom's belly, trailing precum across its bronzed expanse. Mom hissed and slapped a hand against my dick, pinning it to her stomach. "Enough screwing around, Billy, and get to the screwing." I chuckled and kissed Mom's throat while bracing my hands against the bed. I adjusted my hips. My thickness trailed through Mom's steamy furrow, parting the lips of her pussy and eliciting a gasp and a shudder from her. Her hand wrapped around the base of my cock and aimed it at her hole. With one smooth thrust I rammed myself home. Home; one of the best words for Mom's steamy cunt. This was where I belonged, sheathed to the hilt inside her, my throbbing, bucking, driving cock swallowed by her sucking, gripping, burning pussy. She took my entire length effortlessly, the head of my cock bumping up against the roof of her cervix with appalling ease. I fit her perfectly, and she fit me, almost as if she had made me for that express purpose. We were two bodies trying desperately to become one. Mom writhed beneath me and wrapped her legs around me, strong thighs tightening around my waist, her calves pressing against the hams of my buttocks. "Oh, yes, son, that's it. Fuck your mother. Fuck mommy, fuck me good!" Mom moaned in lust, her eyes rolling back in her head already, her heavy breasts bouncing against my chest, hardened nipples scraping against me. I did as my sultry, sexy mother asked. I fucked her good. My cock churned up a froth between her legs as I sawed in and out, pounding into her with all the strength and speed a teenager could muster. Mom reacted with equal enthusiasm, meeting me thrust for thrust. Our pelvic bones ground together in our mad mating frenzy. Mom's arms snaked around my shoulders, pulling me into a kiss that bruised our lips. Our bodies slammed together, and each moan, gasp, and groan that came from Mom's mouth drove me to push myself farther and faster. Mom seemed to get hotter and wetter with each moment, and it felt as if she was sucking me deeper within her with each jab. "That's it sweetie," Mom said breathlessly. "Almost there, mommy is almost there." She broke off, breath hitching, and her entire body tightened its grip on mine. Her pussy gripped me like a velvet fist, clamping down with delicious intensity on my rampaging cock. Mom shuddered and shook beneath me. I didn't pause in my ministrations, however, knowing from previous experience that a sustained attack could trigger multiple orgasms in Mom. This time was no different; just as she seemed to catch her breath and begin to take up the rhythm once more, she went off again. Her nails dug deep furrows in my shoulders and her heels beat a tattoo against me ass. I grinned to myself and buried my face in the hollow of Mom's throat, still hammering away. It was the third time Mom's frothing pussy squeezed my cock that my own orgasm finally hit. Like a lightning bolt from cock to brain and back again it hit me, and I felt my dick swell within Mom's juicy cunt and begin to spit jet after jet of creamy white cum into her heated depths. Mom and I collapsed in a sweaty heap on her bed, me sprawled across her. With a grunt, I rolled over and stretched out beside her. Mom half turned and gave me a sleepy, satisfied grin. "Such a good son to take care of your mother," she murmured, and kissed my shoulder. "Thanks, Mom," I returned. I reached out and took her hand, then rolled once more and folded myself into her. Mom wrapped her arms around me and held me close. We drifted to sleep in one another's arms. The Sitter Ch. 04 An Oedipus County Tale This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's all pretend, folks. Thanks to everyone who has offered feedback. I appreciate every word. CHAPTER FOUR The next day at school kind of sucked, but I did manage to tell Melonie where we stood, relationship-wise. Melonie laughed, not unkindly, and disabused me of the notion that we were a "couple." As far as the two of us were concerned, she thought of us as just friends. I should have been relieved, I suppose, but I have to admit to a certain level of disappointment. Which is stupid, since that's what I wanted, but the male ego is such a fragile thing. Anyway, Mom picked me up after school. We stopped off at the supermarket to pick up some lobsters and then visited a florist shop to purchase a dozen white roses. Mom teased me a little bit when I told her how things went with Melonie. "You poor baby," she said. "And I thought the two of us were too much for you." "That's not what I meant," I complained. Mom laughed. "I know, dear. I'm just glad Melonie's feelings weren't hurt." By then, we were pulling into our driveway, and Karen's car was nowhere to be seen. Everything appeared to be going to plan. We had about two hours before Karen got out of her afternoon class and came home. Mom threw the lobsters in a pot and set them to boiling, while I set up the dining room. I set out the roses, some scented candles, and tossed a Barry White CD on the stereo. Mom chuckled her approval, let me know she was heading back to the office, and ushered me up to the shower to get cleaned up. I gave Mom a full kiss, thanked her once more for all her help, and made a playful grab for her tits. Mom slapped my hand away. "Didn't we go over this last night, sweetie? Save it for your ladylove. Be good, and have fun." She pressed her lips against my forehead in a chaste kiss, but at the same time grabbed my crotch and gave my hardening cock a quick squeeze. Mom disappeared in a swish of blonde hair and a whiff of vanilla. I jumped in the shower, scrubbed down, and gave myself a few whacks just to get into the mood. I stopped just short of an orgasm, wanting to, as Mom put it, "save it for my ladylove." I hopped out of the shower, pulled on a pair of dark slacks and a white shirt, and rushed downstairs. The lobsters were coming along nicely, turning a dark red, and the smell permeated the kitchen. I saw that Mom also made some rice, and set out the butter, which was already slightly melted. I double checked the dining room; nothing wrong there. I found myself standing in the middle of the room, staring at into space, waiting for something to happen. I suddenly felt incredibly nervous. Looking at the clock on the wall, I realized Karen was late. What if. . . what if she didn't come home? I hadn't talked to her since the argument of the night before, and it occurred to me that I didn't hear her come home the night before, and hadn't seen her that morning before school. I pulled a chair out from the dining table and slumped in it. I sat in the chair for a long moment, trying not to think. The sound of the water boiling over on the stove brought me back to my senses. Sluggishly I rose and went into the kitchen. With a sigh I switched off the flames and took the top off the pot to let the steam out. As I waved the vapor with my hands, I felt my heart begin a long plummet towards despair. That's when I heard the front door open. I practically threw the pot lid down and ran into the living room. Karen was halfway up the stairs when I burst into the room. She had on the same clothes she wore the night before, and had her school bag slung over one shoulder. "Oh, hi Bill," she said. "I didn't realize anyone was home. . . why are you dressed up?" "Um, I made dinner," I said. "You. . . what?" Karen's beautiful features contorted in confusion. "I made dinner," I repeated. "To sort of apologize for last night and everything." "Oh," she said softly. Karen padded down the steps and tossed her backpack on the couch. "You didn't have to do that," she said. I crossed the room towards her. "I couldn't help but notice that you didn't come home last night." "Oh, yeah," she said, smiling self-consciously. "I just had to go somewhere and think things through. I realize that I haven't been fair to you, Bill. You're a teenaged boy, and you need to be with girls your own age." My heart skipped a beat. "No I don't," I squeaked. She sighed. "Yes, you do. It was foolish and unfair of me to think that you and I could be anything serious. Your mother has the right idea, honestly. I'm afraid I'm just not capable of treating our lovemaking as lightly as she can. She has the luxury of knowing there can be no future for the two of you, but I thought, I thought. . ." Karen's voice broke, and her eyes misted over. Quickly I wrapped my arms around her in a tight embrace, pulling her close. As usual, holding Karen in my arms summoned an instant erection, but I didn't need the distraction this time. I planted my lips on Karen's and kissed her fiercely. There was resistance at first, but within the space of a single heartbeat she melted into me and returned my kiss with equal passion. We broke away after a long moment. "Karen," I said, "I love you. If I could marry you today, I would." Her eyes were moist. "You don't mean that," she said. "You can't mean that." "Why not?" I asked. "You don't know what you're saying Bill," she told me, stepping away. "Why? Because I'm just a kid? I?m eighteen. That?s old enough to be serious." She looked at me, and I could see my own pain reflected in her eyes. "Of course," she said softly. "Listen, there's something I have to explain to you. You're not going to like it, but I need to tell you finally, and then maybe you'll understand." She sighed, and dropped down into the couch. I took a seat in the chair, unsure what to expect. "One of the reasons I first seduced you had to do with the excitement I felt at the idea of you and Janine together. That was pretty superficial, though. Really, I'd been attracted to you for a while. Partly because you're kind and sweet and attentive, and partly because you were clearly and unabashedly infatuated with me. Very flattering for a woman, believe me. But also because you were attracted to me as me." I frowned, not entirely following her logic. She smiled, recognizing my confusion. "Most of the men I meet who are my age or older are attracted to me because of the idea they think I represent. Most of them recognize me from my movies." "Movies?" I asked. "What movies?" Karen sighed. She reached across the couch, opened up her backpack, and withdrew a shiny square package. She tossed it to me, and I caught it awkwardly. It was an oversized videocassette box, and the film it advertised was an adult one. "Huge Hooters 12" read the legend on the box, and beneath were showcased the women appearing in the film. Under each picture was written the name of the star, and with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I recognized Karen's auburn tresses, green eyes, and massive mammaries in the center picture. Beneath her tits was the name "Kara Kleavage." I could see two cocks dangling before her face, and her heavy breasts glistened with cum. I looked up at Karen. Tears formed at the edges of her eyes and threatened to roll down her cheeks. "You see?" she said roughly, her voice thick. "This is the woman you've fallen in love with, the dirty slut who fucks for money." "But. . . but how?" I rasped. "I left home at sixteen for a variety of reasons," she explained. "But I learned early on that I could get by using my body. I made good money as a dancer, and then performing in porn. Enough to put me through college, at least, and to get as far as I have. Even though I don't do that sort of thing anymore, I made enough movies to still get recognized just about wherever I go. Every man I date or try to date eventually finds out. . . and then everything changes. I just. . . I just couldn't go on, letting you think otherwise. It was killing me; I felt like I was lying to you, and I couldn't do it anymore." The tears had begun by now, and what little makeup she wore was streaking as she cried. "I'm sorry, Bill," she said finally, her voice breaking. I set the tape on the coffee table. I couldn't look at it. I knew when our relationship began that Karen had been with other men, but I'd never imagined the scale, or that she was capable of giving herself up to a man, or men, apparently, without any love being involved. Hey, I was young and still painfully naive. After all, my own sexual experiences had been with the two women I loved most in the world. Hell, the two people I loved most in the world. Realizing that finally got me to move. I rose from my seat smoothly and approached Karen. She flinched as I sat down beside her, and my heart felt a sharp stab. I put my arms around her and pulled her to my chest. Still crying, she slowly, shakily returned my embrace. I gently brushed her hair from her face and traced the track of her tears with my fingertips. "Karen," I said softly, "I'm not going to lie to you. This is jarring news. I don't know how to deal with it yet." Her embrace tightened around me, and her head dropped against my chest. "I do know one thing," I added, "and that is that I love you. And I'll always love you, no matter what." Karen looked up at me, and her green eyes searched my face for some sign of falsehood. She blinked back more tears, but her full lips curved up into a smile. "How could I be so lucky?" she whispered. "Oh, Bill, I love you too. With all of my heart." She leaned into me once more, her body molding itself against my own, and our lips met with a tenderness that brought tears to my own eyes. Our salty tears mingled as our lips and tongues did. It was probably our best kiss, all the years we've been together, and it makes my toes curl just to think about it. After an eternity, we broke apart. Karen had pushed me into the couch, and I found myself looking up at her intense green eyes, her long hair framing her face and falling into my own. "Bill," she said seriously, "will you marry me?" "Yes," I said, without hesitation. A huge grin split Karen's beautiful face. She kissed me fiercely. "I love you," she repeated, punctuating the declaration with a fierce kiss. I returned it with all the strength I could muster. Suddenly, we were laughing and kissing, tears of joy streaming down our cheeks, and we pulled ourselves tight against one another's bodies. Finally we broke away, and Karen wiped the tears from my eyes with the light touch of her thumb. "You set out dinner. I'm going to change." She rose, grabbed her backpack, and sauntered up the stairs to the bedroom. I watched her go, awed and amazed that such a creature could love me, stunned that I was engaged, and delighted to be in love. My eyes fell across the tape, and I reached down to pick it up. I looked at it for a long moment, and when I heard the upstairs shower start, I rose and went into the kitchen. I tossed the tape in the trash. Just as I began to lay the food out on the table, Karen came down the stairs. She had quickly scrubbed and changed into a little black dress that clung tightly to her plush curves. The scoop neck revealed the upper slopes of Karen's breasts, as well as a tantalizing cleavage, and the way she jiggled and shimmied told me she had neglected to wear a bra. She was barefoot, but had put her hair up in a simple wave, and wore a small emerald on a choker around her neck. Karen had cleaned off her streaking makeup, but neglected to apply anything new, so when she stepped into the dining room it was her natural beauty that left me breathless. But she had enough time to dab her throat with that bewitching jasmine scent she always wore. She took my hand and kissed me lightly on the forehead. I led her around the table, held her chair for her, and lit the candles. I settled into my seat, and as I did Karen raised her wineglass. "To the cutest, most caring, wonderful man I have ever met." We clinked glasses, drank, and I offered my own toast to her beauty, her intelligence, and my own luck at having landed her. I think I sounded a bit more eloquent, but I can't be sure. The wine didn't do much for me, but Karen, as usual, was intoxicating. The meal was okay, but I think I overcooked the lobster, and I know I didn't know how to eat one correctly. Karen helped, and before long we were feeding little niblets to one another, batting eyelashes and cooing in one another's direction, and Karen's bare foot was running up and down my leg and teasing the growing lump between my legs. We finished the bottle of wine on the couch. Karen curled against me and twisted her fingers in my hair. I set my glass down on the coffee table and pressed my lips against her cheek. "We should clean up," I said. "Mmm, no," Karen disagreed in a low voice. "That can wait until morning." She traced a finger down my chest. "I have a better idea." She took my hand and led me up the stairs. I expected to follow her into Mom's room and the double bed, but instead she led me down the hall to my room. We stopped in the doorway. She stepped into my arms. "Bill, do you remember that first night?" she asked. "Of course," I said, kissing her chin lightly. "How could I forget?" "You told me," she persisted, "that I was your first "everything.?" "Mmmm," I agreed, sucking on her throat, "and you'll be my last, too." "Bill, I'm trying to tell you something." I retreated a little to look her in the eyes. "Yes?" "You weren't my first lover, of course," she said. Beneath her freckles she reddened a touch at my involuntary wince. "But, you are a first for me," she added quickly. "You're the first man I've felt safe with. The first man I've ever really trusted. The first man I've allowed myself to love." Well, what else could I do then but give her my best kiss? I wrapped my arms around her, pulled her close and sucked her tongue into my mouth. Her breasts pressed against my chest, and her arms came around my shoulders to hold me tight. My cock, already hardened after the play in the living room, grew harder still and pushed insistently against her belly. I felt the heat coming off her own crotch as she nestled it against my hip and gently rubbed against me. "Oh, Karen," I moaned, tasting her lips. "The things you do to me." She giggled. "Come on, then," Karen urged, "let's go do some of them together." She disengaged from my embrace and, taking my hand once more, guided me into the room. Her deft hands found the zipper on my pants and loosened the pressure building in my shorts. As she did, she maneuvered me towards the bed, and with typical skill, Karen sent me tumbling onto the mattress just as she pulled my pants down my thighs. I laughed. "I almost hit my head on the nightstand. Are you trying to kill me?" "No, my dear." Karen grinned salaciously, and allowed one of the straps on her dress to slip down her shoulder. "I'm trying to fuck you. A little cooperation would be in your best interest." "Allow me, then," I said, grinning myself. I pealed my shirt off, kicked my shoes to the floor, and began to tug my pants down my legs. Karen watched, bemused, tapping her foot with mock impatience. "One of us," I grunted, "appears to be overdressed." I pulled my glasses off and set them on the nightstand. "You think?" she laughed. With a shrug of her shoulders, the other strap slid free. A tug at the hem caused the dress to slide completely off her body. It drifted to the floor lightly, and Karen demurely stepped out of it. She caught me staring at her. "What?" "You're just. . . you take my breath away." Which was pretty much true. Tall and voluptuous, with long limbs and milky skin, Karen was a sight to behold. From her pink painted toenails to the neatly trimmed auburn bush above the pink lips of her pussy to her flat belly and prodigious bust, soft and firm with strawberry pink nipples and a fine dusting of freckles, to her heart shaped face with her full, kissable lips and intelligent green eyes, Karen is a vision. That she nightly warms my bed is a fact that continually stuns me. "I see someone is definitely excited," she said. Gracefully she knelt beside the bed, tits bobbing enticingly, and ran her hands up my thighs. Her touch was electric, causing my engorged rod to throb and jerk. She caught it with her right hand and gently stroked it. Her forefinger traced the edge of the purple head and teased my slit, using my own precum to coat the mushroom tip. She brought her finger to her lips and sucked it into her mouth with a sigh of contentment. "Mmmm." Her left hand cupped my balls, and her right hand returned to the root of my cock. With a light but firm grip she angled the mighty weapon towards her. Her head bobbed forward and her lips pressed burning kisses into my shuddering length. She sucked and nibbled her way up and down my rod and rolled my balls around inside her mouth. Precum virtually sprayed from the tip of my cock, sluicing down my engorged length and coating Karen's lips and tongue. Her agile tongue licked the juice away. With a hungry look in her eyes, she finally devoured me, slipping the head of my cock between her lips and slowly, delightfully, swallowed my length. I fell back onto the bed again and resisted the urge to thrust madly into her mouth. Instead, I focused on the delicious torture Karen inflicted upon me, as inch by inch she gulped my rampant cock. Her tongue teased me, her cheeks closed in around me, hot and wet, and then her throat constricted around me. I heard a sharp intake of breath from her just before her throat opened up and her lips reached the base of my cock. Then the suction began. "Oh, Jesus," I groaned. "Yes, baby, you suck me so fucking good. Oh, fuck!" I gripped the sheets in my hands tightly and craned my neck. Karen's cheeks were hollow as her mouth tightened like a moist fist around my cock and squeezed me. Her eyes were closed, but they snapped open again as she released my cock and slid her mouth back to the tip. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes again. She winked and descended once more, sucking me deeper. My cock throbbed and swelled within the confines of Karen's mouth. I heard her choke and release me quickly. I sat up in concern. "Are you okay?" She nodded, eyes watering. "Sometimes I forget how big you get," she said, and kissed the crown of my cock. I flexed my dick and lightly slapped her lips. She giggled and swept her hand up and down my length. "Down, boy." "Your wish is my command," I said with a lecherous leer. Karen looked at my curiously for a moment, but when I reached down and lifted her up onto the bed, I think she started to realize what I meant. I shifted on the bed and spread her sleek, pale thighs. The lips of her pussy were bright pink, enflamed and engorged with passion, tantalizingly slick with moisture. The hard nubbin of her clitoris winked momentarily at me as her legs parted. I placed my palm flat against her belly and ducked my head. I blew gently on her weeping pussy. Karen gasped. "Don't you dare tease me, Bill," she warned. I glanced upward, saw her playing with her tits, and offered her a "who me?" expression. She glared. "You implied something about going down?" I stuck my tongue out at her. She glared some more. Tongue still extended, I ducked my head lower, and glided my tongue along her gash, bottom to top. When I reached her clit, I curled my tongue around it and teased it. Karen sucked in a sharp breath and dropped one hand to the back of my head. Her thighs scissored closed, trapping me between them. The Sitter Ch. 04 I released her clit, ignored the sound of regret Karen released, and began to suck and nibble on her lips. I darted my tongue between her folds, tasting the salty, sweet, and fragrant juices leaking from her pussy, and pressed my face against her. I hooked my arms around her thighs, placing both hands on her stomach and began to kiss and suck and slurp and nibble and lap. She opened wider, and her fluids became more copious. I wiggled my tongue, trying to trace ever fold and curve and muscle, and sucked lightly on her clit. Her juices flooded my chin, and suddenly her thighs tightened around me. With a wordless cry, Karen began to thrash beneath me. I redoubled my assault, lapping hungrily at her dripping slit, pressing my nose into her auburn bush. Karen thrust her pelvis into my face, every muscle in her body taut, her fingers gripping my head so hard that it hurt. At last, she pushed my head away and fell against the bed. Her thighs fell slack, and she sucked in deep lungfuls of air. She managed to cough out, "Every time, Bill, you set me off like a firecracker." I looked up at her through the valley of her tremendous breasts, rising and falling with each intake of air. Her body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and the lamp on the nightstand caused the emerald at her neck to glint. She smiled lazily at me. I licked pussy cream from my lips. I crawled my way up her body, lightly kissing her pale belly and milky breasts as I did. I tasted her sweat and the jasmine tang of her perfume. I sucked briefly on each of her hardened, pink nipples and then kissed her chin, her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, and finally her lips. They parted, allowing me to thrust my tongue into her mouth and play with her own. She licked her own juices from my lips and chin and smiled at me. I felt her hand wrap around the base of my cock roughly. "Is this for me?" she asked sweetly. "Always," I said seriously. "And I am yours, forever and ever," she said, guiding the head of my cock to her pussy. I slid home easily, diving deep inside her with a casual thrust. Her eyes widened and she grunted as she opened herself for me. I braced myself with both arms and, with a dry kiss on her full lips, began to slowly fuck her. Karen's tits mashed against my chest. Her legs wrapped around me. Her calves pressed against my ass and squeezed urgently against me with each thrust. Her hips rose to meet me with each jab, and I drove deeper and deeper into her heated core. "Oh, God, Bill, fuck me. Harder, baby, harder." She gripped me loosely, then tightly, then loosely again, her inner muscles caressing and squeezing my hardened cock as it drove inside. Heat enveloped me and moisture inundated me. I was in heaven, again. Gradually I increased my tempo, rising and falling. I cocked my hip and twisted slightly, eliciting another widening of the eyes and an involuntary gasp from Karen as the tip of my cock butted up against a sensitive portion of her inner walls. "Jesus," she whispered with all the breath she had. "Do that again." Her legs tightened around me, and she gripped my shoulders tightly in her hands. I did another twist-thrust and then rotated, slamming into her a slightly different angle. Karen cried out. My balls slapped against her ass and I bottomed out, thrust as deeply within her as I had ever been. The sensitive head of my cock pounded against the roof of her womb. I pulled back, dragging my cock nearly free of her tightly gripping cunt, and then slammed home again. My spongy cockhead nearly flattened inside her. Karen's fingernails dug into my shoulders and she threw her head back, releasing an impassioned cry. "Oh my fucking God! Oh, oh, oh! Almost there! Fuck!" Her back arched, thrusting her tits into my face. I captured a nipple between my lips and bit gently. My cock withdrew halfway and surged forward again. My head fell between Karen's tits as she thrashed beneath me, and both milky white globes slapped my face with her movements. With a shuddering, roaring, gasping cry, Karen came. Her pussy tightened like a vise around my cock, and her juices inundated me, washing over my cock like molten lava, and splashing against my balls. Her heart pounded hard beneath her breast, and I heard each throbbing beat. Karen relaxed slightly, mewling softly, her eyes glazed with passion. I waited several heartbeats and began to thrust again. "You fucking stud, you," Karen muttered with a grimace, "you think you're hot shit, don't you?" I nodded and grinned, still pounding into her. "Well," she gasped, "Tonight I'm going to make sure you match me, climax for climax." She grinned and licked her lips. "What kind of wife would I be if I didn't?" Then she cocked her hip and, with hands on my shoulders for leverage, flipped us over so that I was beneath her. My cock momentarily lost its housing in her pussy, but she corrected that oversight quickly, and settled down sharply. Her heavy tits bobbed over my face, begging to be sucked and kissed. Karen had other ideas, however. She settled back on her haunches so that my cock, sweetly imprisoned within her velvet pussy, was sharply angled away from my belly. I felt a stab of painful pleasure at the very base of my cock. Karen constricted her pussy around my engorged rod, and reached down behind her to grip and squeeze my balls. That did it. We hadn't even started fucking in this position, but she made me cum anyway. I gripped her hips in my hands and thrust upward, driving my cock into her with enough strength to lift my buttocks and her body off the bed. As I did, my cock hardened and lengthened and I felt a massive charge rise up from the base to the tip of my rod. My cock spat its payload, one sticky, molten glob at a time. Again and again my penis fired deep within her pussy, sending arcs of white cum to splatter against her insides. My strength failed and our bodies fell back onto the bed and still I came, one shuddering jet of jism after another. It leaked from her pussy and dripped down onto my balls and pelvis, and still I came. Karen fell forward, her tits bouncing against my chest, and kissed me hard. Finally, I stopped. Her pussy was still tight, keeping me hard. She was slick and sloppy and feeling wonderful. Karen kissed me fiercely and licked the sweat from my brow. "How was that?" she asked. My cock was still hard, so I simply grinned and flexed. Karen jumped. "I see I still have some work to do." "Mmm," I agreed. "Get cracking." "You're a cruel taskmaster, sweetheart," Karen laughed. She kissed my cheek, brushed her lips against mine, and then began to slowly kiss her way down my body. When her hips shifted and she pulled away, letting my engorged member slide out of her, I released a plaintive moan. Karen merely giggled at my distress. But as she rubbed her smooth cheek against my abdomen and licked me, my cock found itself butting up against the lower slopes of her breasts. I felt her slim fingers encircle my girth and begin to manipulate me. She used the slick head of my cock to gently caress her nipples, leaving trails of our mixed fluids across her skin. She sat back a little and cupped her tits, wedging my cock between them. I was enveloped in soft, warm flesh, and I bounced between each hefty tit as Karen slapped my cock around. I groaned and thrust against her. My cockhead peaked out between her breasts, the eye winking at her. Karen's tongue darted out to taste. My cock quivered and throbbed and spat cream onto her tongue. Slowly, but with growing speed, Karen began to titfuck me. She cupped her tits and pressed them tight around my rampaging cock and bounced up and down, sucking me deep within her cleavage and back up again, where she pressed her lips against the tip. I ran my fingers through her hair, an auburn cloud now, her delicate wave long since come apart during the melee, and watched the show. Karen looked up at me and smiled wickedly. She squeezed me tight between her mams and my cock leapt straight up, bumping against Karen's chin. She snorted, stifling a chuckle. "You never lack for energy, do you?" "Can you blame me?" I paused, then added, "It's not funny." "You'd think so if you could see your expression," she said, giggling. "Especially from this angle." She ducked her head and placed a dry kiss against my glans. Involuntarily, I flexed, hard and throbbing. Karen giggled again. "You know, you keep laughing you'll ruin the mood." Karen arched an eyebrow, her green eyes twinkling. "Oh, we don't want that happening do we?" She released my cock from the sweet prison of her breasts and kissed the tip once more, lightly grazing it with her tongue. Her saliva mixed with my natural precoital fluids and dripped down the length of my dick. With a sucking sound, she raised her head. My cock bobbed free and clear again. "How's that for mood?" she asked me. "That's. . . not bad," I squeaked. She laughed, and went down on me again. With one hand she cupped my balls, and began to roll them between her fingers. My cock disappeared between her lips, and her tongue undulated along its length, pulling me in deeper into her mouth. I felt one of Karen's fingers trace the flesh beneath my sack and begin to slip between the cheeks of my ass, tickling slightly. My cock surged within her mouth and her cheeks grew hollow as she applied suction, urging the cum from my balls. I was almost there, ready for the second go, when I felt Karen's finger probe my sphincter. "What are you -?" I managed to gasp out before her finger slid inside me past the first knuckle. She pressed hard, and suddenly my cock was swelling in her mouth and I felt my orgasm crest. With a startled groan, I came harder than I'd ever come before. My balls contracted, the cum boiling within them, and surged up my shaft to spray straight down Karen's throat. She coughed and whipped her head free as my cum continued to spray, one pearly white ribbon after another. An arc fell across Karen's cheek, trailing down to her lips. Another scattered across her neck and dripped beneath her breasts. Karen coughed again, her eyes bright, but she aimed my cock at her tits. My cum continued to splatter, hot and white, against her skin. Trails and pools formed where it fell, and then finally I was spent. My cock wavered and began to slowly retract. Karen licked her lips, making the cum staining them disappear. She hefted a tit and licked my cum off the slope. My cock hardened again immediately. "I love how you do that," she laughed. She scooped up cum between her fingers and fed it herself. I laughed too, but fell back against the bed. "I swear, one of these days you're going to give me a heart attack." Karen rose and pounced on me. "I'll test that theory." And we did, at least four more times that night. I didn't think I had it in me, but Karen insisted. One for one, she promised, and she made sure of it. I fucked her from behind, my belly slapping against her plush ass, my hands fondling her heavy breasts. I fucked her in the ass while she rode me, arching her back against my chest and shoving three fingers into her steaming snatch. We fucked in the shower, to wash the cum and sweat and other fluids from our bodies, and we finished up in my bed once more. We fell asleep entangled on one another's bodies, me still inside her, and her spooned against me. As I drifted off to sleep, I reflected to myself that Karen and I should get engaged more often. I woke briefly, later that night, as Mom crept into the room. She knelt beside the bed, her bewitching perfume filling the air. Automatically, my cock stiffened within Karen, who though unconscious, moaned and stretched against me. "Mission accomplished?" Mom whispered. I nodded sleepily. It took me a moment to realize the movement was probably lost in the darkness. "Yes," I whispered back. "We're engaged," I added. Mom's eyes grew wide in the dim light from the hallway. "What?" she said. I started to wake up a little more, uncertain how to take her expression. "She proposed, I accepted." Karen stirred against me; her calf rubbed my ankle, her ass pushed against my stomach, and her hand fell against my hip. "Are you mad?" I asked Mom. She smiled broadly. "Mad? Oh, honey, why would I be mad?" Suddenly she threw herself on the bed, sprawling across Karen and I. Karen snapped awake, and I sensed her immediate distress, but it quickly diffused when Mom kissed Karen full on the lips. "My babies!" Mom exclaimed, sitting up, straddling Karen and I. "My babies are getting married!" She took it surprisingly well, I thought. Karen and I were married that summer. I was nineteen, her twenty-ninth birthday was not far away. We held the ceremony at the house with a small gathering of family and friends. Mom looked absolutely deadly in a tight yellow dress that showed off her fantastic figure, and Karen's bridesmaids, her former roommates Lena, Justine and Rebecca, managed to fill out their dresses nicely as well. But Karen stole the show. She wore a white, scoop-necked dress that revealed an acre of cleavage. It fell to her ankles, but a slit up the legs showed a generous expanse of thigh and calf clad in skintight white hose. Her veil was abbreviated, just enough to pin back her mane of auburn hair, and she carried a bouquet of yellow roses. She wore her emerald on a white ribbon around her neck. Myself, I wore a white tuxedo with a yellow tie and cummerbund. I think I looked okay, and the appraising glance Mom couldn't quite disguise suggested I was sharply dressed. The ceremony itself was largely a blur, as was the reception afterward, and by nightfall Karen and I were winging our way towards Hawaii for two sun dappled weeks of honeymoon bliss. Mom came with us, of course. She got a sitter to watch the house for us, a guy a year or two older than I, the son of one of the women who worked in Mom's office. Andrew Wilson, I think his name was, but I never had a chance to meet him. Mom took care of all the details, including booking the caterers, the flight, the hotel, and everything else. That saved Karen and I additional stress as I finished my senior year of high school and she closed in on her last year of grad school. We could enjoy the event without any undue worry or waste. Karen and I arrived at the hotel in Honolulu ahead of Mom. She took a later flight as a sort of "cover," but I think she was being over-cautious. It was just as well, I suppose. The long flight, following the ceremony and celebration, left both Karen and I too tired to do much but undress and cuddle beneath the satin sheets of our hotel's honeymoon suite. I was unconscious within moments, despite the warm press of Karen?s prodigious bosom against my chest and the silken pressure of her thigh against my crotch. Still, my beautiful wife was fast asleep before I drifted off into slumber. I woke in the middle of the night, brain muddled by sleep, to a soft but insistent knocking at the door. Karen murmured quietly against my chest and shifted slightly, but remained oblivious. I gently disengaged myself from her and padded naked to the door. One glance through the spyhole confirmed my suspicions; Mom had finally made it. According to the plan, she had registered in a smaller room elsewhere in the hotel, but would end up spending most of her time with us in the suite. I opened the door with a grin and Mom slipped inside. She had exchanged her formal wear from the wedding for a cream colored suit that had a slightly too short skirt and diaphanous blouse that showed her maroon bra beneath. She was in my arms before I shut the door, her mouth on mine and her tongue slipping beneath my lips to coax my own tongue out. After a few quiet moments of sucking face, Mom released me, allowing herself one final lick across my upper lip. "Oh God," she whispered, "you don't know how wet the two of you made me all day. Karen in that dress, my boy become a man, everything so perfect and right. I just wish I could have been up on that dais with you two today." I kissed her forehead lightly. "You were, Mom, you were." She smiled widely, her eyes bright for a moment, and gave me a motherly kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, sweetie." She reached down between us and grasped my hardening rod between her soft fingers. "We'll take care of this in a moment," she promised, "but first. . ." She turned towards the bed, where Karen still lay sleeping. Mom kicked off her heels and slipped out of her coat. Two steps later, her skirt was unzipped and slipping down her sleek thighs. Her blouse fluttered to the floor next. Clad only in thong and bra, my statuesque and bronzed mother approached my sleeping wife and carefully climbed into bed beside her. Karen made quiet sounds and rolled towards Mom unconsciously, the sheet around her rising and falling with her breath. Mom reached down delicately and pulled a lock of hair across Karen's brow, tucking it behind Karen's ear. Mom leaned in and pressed her full lips against Karen's forehead, and finally my sleepy wife's eyes fluttered open. "Janine," she breathed languorously, stretching her plush body beneath the sheets. "You made it." "Mmmm," Mom agreed, giving Karen a proper kiss which Karen hungrily returned. When they broke away, Mom asked, "Have you two consummated your marriage bed yet?" "I'm afraid not," I told her, approaching the bed finally. "We were a bit too shagged out after the flight to shag." Mom giggled and kissed Karen's throat. "Well, then, my dears, I'm afraid I'm going to have to impose and request that Billy fucks my brains out first." Mom's head dipped lower, and I saw her peel the sheet from Karen, revealing her tremendous breasts tipped with their strawberry pink nipples. Both were already erect and enflamed with passion, and I heard Karen hiss as Mom's teeth scored a hit upon them. "Impose all you want," Karen agreed amiably. "Just keep doing that." Mom obliged. I suppressed a smile and turned on the lamp on the nightstand so I could have a better look at my ladies. Karen grinned lustily up at me and ran her fingers through Mom's hair, urging Mom's ministrations on. Karen gave my cock an appraising look, but her attention was quickly diverted. She made an "O" with her mouth and her eyes narrowed as Mom sealed her lips around Karen's right nipple and applied suction. My cock bobbed and lurched in my lap, eager and hungry. I joined Mom and Karen on the bed, making it sag further under my weight, and placed my palms on Mom's broad hips. She arched her back, lifting her pretty ass closer to me, as I hooked my thumbs in her panties and tugged them down her thighs. With a little help from her, I pulled them completely free, leaving Mom nearly nude. At the same time, Mom managed to wrestle the bedsheets lower on the bed, uncovering Karen's alabaster form. Mom slipped two fingers between Karen's netherlips and began to stroke her slowly. Karen moaned. I maneuvered myself between Mom's legs, grabbed her bronze thighs in my hands and pulled them apart. Gripping my cock in one hand, I sidled up behind her and pressed my cockhead against the lips of her pussy. She was soaking wet, open and inviting, and without preamble I slid home within her. "Oh, fuck, yes," Mom hissed, momentarily loosing Karen's nipple from her lips. Karen gently returned Mom to her breast. I grabbed Mom by the waist and slowly began to fuck her. She moaned into Karen's tits and fucked back at me forcefully. Her plush ass pressed against my abdomen and her pussy opened up to suck me deep inside her. I had intended to tease Mom and give her a slow, delicious fuck, simply because she wanted something savage and primal, but I found myself quickening my pace. Enveloped within her warmth and wetness, driving deep into my very birthplace, awakened my own passions, and within moments I was pounded hard and fast into her. The Sitter Ch. 04 As always, we fit perfectly. Every fold and recess of her pussy seemed ready made to accept every ridge and projection of my cock. My mushroom head surged against the roof of her womb with each jab; her lips held me so tightly that her clit rubbed along the underside of my lance. Mom's juices frothed, leaking down her thighs and my balls, releasing a heady scent that only made me fuck her harder. I pounded into her brutally, her pussy slurping and sucking at my cock with every thrust, and she gave up all pretense of playing with Karen's tits. Mom's blonde head fell into the valley between Karen's breasts, and Karen merely held Mom's body, letting me fuck her. Mom moaned and groaned with each thrust, her voice rising gradually in pitch as I pounded into her. "Take my bra off," Mom managed to gasp out. "Suck my tits," she ordered. I thought for a moment she meant for me to do it, and wondered just how I might accomplish the task buried hilt deep within her from behind. But before I could form much more than that thought, Karen's slim fingers found the catch on Mom's bra and slipped it from her shoulders. Mom rose up on her hands, letting her pendulous breasts swing free. Karen scooted a little - I felt her knee nudge my thigh - and then began to kiss and nip at Mom's tits, kneading the firm but pliant flesh with her fingers. Mom's climax crested. Her pussy clamped down tight around my cock, and I was inundated with her juices. Her whole body grew rigid for a heartbeat, and then she began to thrash and cry out beneath me. I grinned and continued to fuck her, knowing only too well that Mom would come off again and again. Her second orgasm came fast on the first, and she gripped me so tightly that I thought my prick would snap off. Karen slipped lower on the bed, and her neatly trimmed pussy pressed against my knee. She began to rub against me insistently, humping against me while she busied her lips and fingers with Mom's breasts. I felt the cum churn in my balls, and knew my own climax was fast approaching. With a sound somewhere between grunt and gasp, I redoubled my efforts and pounded more forcefully between Mom's thighs. Karen cupped my balls and gave them a light squeeze. Mom cried out, her third orgasm of the night shaking her violently, and finally I came. My cock flexed and expanded, surging within the tight passage of Mom's delectable pussy, and my balls grew tight, squeezing the cum out in a volley that splattered Mom's insides with spurt after spurt of pearly semen. I came and came, a thundering climax that refused to lessen. Mom's pussy overflowed with fluid and it began to leak out of her, dripping down the length of my cock and balls, falling into Karen's cupped hand. I dragged my still spurting cock from Mom's clenched pussy with a squelching noise, and painted the last few dregs of cum across the bronze globes of her ass. Gasping and heaving, fighting for breath, I fell backwards. Mom and Karen exchanged a passionate kiss, and they rearranged themselves across the bed so as to allow Karen greater access to Mom's cum-saturated cunt. Mom balanced on elbows and knees above Karen, her heavy breasts dangling over Karen's smooth belly. My wife grabbed my mother's ass and squeezed the bronze globes, pulling Mom's pussy closer to her face. As I watched, Karen began to eat Mom out, sucking and licked my cum from Mom's pussy with a feverish relish that had my cock regaining its former rigidity quite quickly, especially when Mom returned the favor and traced her tongue along the folds of Karen's soaking cunt. I got myself a drink of water and sucked on ice cubes while I watched the show. Mom's head dipped between Karen's spread legs. Her pink tongue played along Karen's lips, then darted between them, inside her. Karen's head dropped back, her lips stained with both Mom's and my cum, moaning. "Oh, Janine, you've got the lightest touch, so perfect." "Uh, excuse me," I interrupted, "I am right here, you know." Mom kissed Karen's inner thigh an winked at me. She went back to work. Karen, for her part, simply licked cum from her lips and ignored me. I frowned and stood up. "I know at least one thing I do better than Mom," I said petulantly. I rose and, cock in hand, gently nudged Mom aside. She frowned dramatically, lashed the head of my dick with her tongue, and moved aside. My palms fell across Karen's hips and my cock brushed against her steaming gash. "What are you two up to?" Karen's muffled voice asked. Mom and I shared a grin. Mom laid the flat of her hand across the length of my cock and pressed my engorged head into Karen's pussy. She swallowed me eagerly, hot and wet, and I slipped inside my wife. "Ooh," Karen said. Mom laughed. "Get back to work, there, Kay." she ordered. "I'm going to watch the show." Mom leaned back into Karen's face, pushing her pussy against Karen's mouth once more, and laid her head against Karen's thigh as I began to fuck her. I thrust deep, sharp and quick, and pulled back out again. Karen's hips followed me. Her arms wrapped around Mom's waist and, judging by the expression on Mom's beautiful face, she did indeed go back to work. I began to gently rock against Karen, careful not to dislodge Mom from her perch, but careful also to move quickly enough to keep Karen happy. She wrapped her legs around my ass to urge me on, and the movement forced Mom to shift her head. In retaliation, Mom found Karen's clit and kissed it, sucking the hard nubbin of flesh between her lips. Karen's legs tightened like steel clamps around my waist, jamming me hard and deep into her steaming depths. My cock bucked and throbbed within Karen as she came hard, inundating me with her fluids. Her pussy formed a tight seal around the base of my cock, but still she leaked, but Mom was there to slurp it away. When the tension in Karen's muscles slackened, Mom rolled off of her, a sweaty spread-eagled heap on the bed. Karen's eyes were half-lidded and smiled up at me, one of those steamy, languorous smiles that always made my heart thunder in my chest. I dropped down atop her, catching myself with my hands on either side of her head. Karen's tits pressed against me, nipples deliciously hard. "Was it good for you?" she asked with an arched eyebrow. I flexed my cock, still buried deep within her. The other eyebrow rose and her mouth made a small "o." "You're not keeping up with your wifely duties," I told her wryly. It was her turn to flex, tightening the soft folds of her pussy around me. I think I said something like "eep." "Yeah, that's more like it," Karen said with a laugh. Her thighs wrapped around my hips, her calves pressing against my ass. I started fucking her again. The bed bounced with each thrust, and Karen's tits bounced against my chest. The bed shifted a little too violently, and then Mom entered my frame of vision once more. Mom kissed Karen fiercely, sucking Karen's tongue into her mouth. And that was all it took, really: Mom and Karen tongue wrestling. They shared a passionate, heartfelt kiss, and I felt my balls tighten and the cum raced up through my charging cock. My grip tightened hard on Karen's hips, hard enough to elicit a grunt from her that Mom kindly muffled, and my cock rammed deep into her steaming pussy. My dick expanded, swelled, and spat its precious load once more. "He's cumming," Karen hissed, releasing Mom. Karen's eyes rolled back and she added her own fluids to the soup forming at the juncture of our thighs. Mom slid down Karen's body in a sinuous wave, wedging Karen and I apart. Mom's hands splayed against my hips and she pushed me backward. My still spurting cock slurped free of Karen's clasping pussy. It sprayed a long ribbon of bright white jism across Mom's right cheek, forcing a reflexive blink. Yet she didn't slow, instead darting forward and clamping her lips around my spasming rod. The rest of my payload sprayed into Mom's mouth. She swallowed eagerly. Gasping for breath, I fell back on the bed. Mom collected the cum on her cheek with a fingernail and sucked it into her mouth. "Mmm, creamy and delicious," she laughed. She crawled up beside me and molded her body against mine. Karen followed, taking the opposite side. Karen's lips, smelling faintly of Mom's pussy, pressed against my cheek. "My stud," Karen whispered happily into my ear. "My baby," Mom whispered into my other ear. I couldn't speak. I was already drifting off into sleep. I was happier than a I ever thought a man could possibly be, sandwiched between the two most beautiful and sexy woman who had ever lived. I awoke in an empty bed, with the morning sun falling upon me through the windows. Fuzzy headed, I levered myself to my feet and padded naked to the bathroom, pausing only to pick up my glasses. The bathroom was empty too, though I checked every spacious inch. Mom had really picked a great hotel. I hopped in the shower and quickly scrubbed down, then headed back out into the suite drying myself with a little towel. Then I spotted Mom and Karen. Not that they had been hiding, but I'd just been too blind to see them. They were eating breakfast out on the balcony, with the glass doors closed so as not to interrupt with my rest. Though how I missed the arrival of room service escaped me. I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door. Mom and Karen both looked up and smiled in greeting. I saw a light breakfast spread across the glass table where they sat. There was fruit salad, toast, bagels and cream cheese, and grapefruit, all very appetizing, but what really made my mouth water was the display of pulchritude laid out before my gaze. Mom, tall and bronze, wore only a white robe that barely fell to her hips. It left her long, well-muscled legs naked, though demurely crossed, and fell open at the neck to display a tantalizing amount of cleavage. Her bright blue eyes sparkled as she looked up at me and smiled. "There's my sleepyhead," she said. Karen, pale where Mom was dark and dark where she was pale, had her long auburn locks tied into a loose ponytail. The bright morning sun brought out her highlights, making her hair appear almost as red as her full lips. Those lips quirked into a smile as I admired the deep, freckle dotted cleavage that peeked out from beneath the bodice of her silk robe, as well as the way the fabric clinged so tightly to the massive hemispheres floating on her chest. I guessed that my lustful gaze was quite smoldering, because her nipples quickly rose to attention. "Morning, dear," Karen said. Holding the towel around my waist, I bent over to kiss my wife lightly on the lips, and then offered the same to Mom. I noted that there were only two chairs, natural enough in a honeymoon suite, so I stood while grabbing a piece of toast. I really wanted a bagel, but if I tried to put cream cheese on it the towel would fall. "I'm sorry, sweetie," Mom said, making as if to get up. I tried to forestall her and pour myself a glass of orange juice at the same time, the toast trapped between my teeth. Mom wouldn't take no for an answer. She rose smoothly, practically towering over me even barefoot, and forced me into the chair. Karen giggled and handed me a bagel lathered in cream cheese. I shrugged, gave up, and decided to enjoy breakfast. Mom moved to the rail and looked over it, admiring the view. From the balcony we could see the beach and the crystal blue Pacific Ocean beyond it. Directly beneath us was the hotel pool, an elaborate affair that included several hot tubs and a fountain. I couldn't understand the need for a pool this close to the ocean, but didn't let it bother me. "Oh look," Mom said, "there's already a couple families splashing around in the pool down there." I glanced her way and noticed the hem of her robe had risen appreciably, revealing the taut golden globes of her ass. Karen winked at me. The simple knot at my waist loosened easily as my hardening cock lifted the towel out of my lap. I looked around at the other balconies along the side of the building and didn't see anyone. Karen gave me the all clear signal and urged me on with a playful nod. I set the bagel down and got to my feet easily. The towel fluttered to the floor. Mom didn't notice I had moved until I pressed my naked body against her back and my rampant cock nudged between her legs. "Bill, what do you think you're doing?" she asked. There was an indignant note in her voice but also a touch of excitement. Her knuckles turned white around the railing as my hands fell upon her wrists. I kissed her shoulder and slowly pressed my abdomen against her springy ass. My cockhead bumped up against her pussy. I felt moisture there already. "There's no one around to see, Janine," Karen pointed out. I heard her laugh throatily, but didn't look, as I was busy sucking on Mom?s right earlobe. My wife added, "But just imagine if someone could." Mom groaned and pressed back against me. My sensitive cockhead felt her pussy begin to open up, like the petals of a flower. "Oh God," Mom moaned, "anyone down there could look up and see. . ." She trailed off. "A son plowing his mother?" I whispered in her ear. Her hips jumped. Her ass pressed hard against my stomach, and my cock, ramrod straight, began to enter her. Just the head, dripping precum that mixed with Mom's own precoital fluid. I risked a glance at Karen, and saw her robe open. Her heavy breasts gently bobbed on her chest as her fingers busied themselves between her legs. I smiled salaciously at her. "I'll be with you in a second," I told her. "I'll hold you to that," she hissed. Mom lifted her right hand and I let her go. She didn't disappoint. Her hand dropped between her thighs. Her fingers splayed against the length of my cock, fluttering along the underside. They tightened briefly, just long enough to give my cock a quick tug and allow me to fully thrust into her pussy. Wet and hot she welcomed me, gripping me like a velvet glove. Mom tossed her head, throwing blonde locks into my face, and sank down onto me. Her cunt swallowed me hole, sucking me in to the hilt. I buried my head in her shoulder and bit into the collar of her robe to keep from roaring in triumph. Then I began to fuck my mother. In public. The railing rattled with each thrust of my cock. Each time I hammered home, Mom's grip on it tightened. I left one hand beside hers, and slid the other one beneath the robe to squeeze and fondle her breasts, pinching and pulling on her diamond hard nipples. Mom's breath came in short gasps as she fucked back against me. Her pussy flexed and relaxed, holding me tight one moment and loose the next, letting me jam inside and withdraw. "Oh shit," Mom spat out, gasping. "That fat fucker down there is watching us." I stretched my neck, and saw who she was talking about. A heavyset guy in a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses, sprawled across a deck chair and ostensibly attached to a couple kids splashing in the water, was craning his neck and looking up at us. He was too far away to read his expression, but the angle was unmistakable. He was indeed watching us. If anything, Mom's pussy became hotter and wetter, and her movements more frenzied. The metal railing rattled alarmingly. The fat guy was now nudging the portly woman in the deck chair beside him. She shaded her eyes with a hand and followed his pointing finger. She looked shocked for a moment, her other hand pressed against her chest as if trying to still the beating of her heart, and then she leaned against the man and whispered something in his ear that made him look away from us, laughing, and kiss her on the cheek. Mom threw her head back and bit her lip, choking back one of her trademark orgasmic screams as her body grew rigid and then thrashed against me. Her pussy tightened hard around my thrusting cock. I felt my dick expand within her, bumping up against the roof of her womb. That triggered a second orgasm for Mom and set off my first. My balls must have had plenty of rest during the night, because that first orgasm of the day was a gusher. My nuts tightened like little fists, my cock expanded, hard and hungry, and the first load of cum shot free, splattering Mom's molten inner core with ribbon after ribbon of pearly jism. With each contraction, each blast, I thrust against Mom, trying to dig myself even deeper. She responded with equal fervor, as though trying to swallow me completely inside. At last, spent, I leaned against her, my arms and legs weak and shaky. Mom felt as weak as a kitten beneath me, and a drop of blood trailed down her lip. I pulled myself away from her with a sucking sound and staggered backwards. My prodigious load instantly began to leak out of Mom, trailing down her thighs. She stood at the railing for a long moment, fighting to catch her breath, post-orgasmic tremors shaking her lush frame. "Are they still watching?" Mom asked weakly. "Yes," Karen told us. Her legs were splayed, three fingers jammed deep within her weeping pussy. Her chest heaved, tits bobbing lustily, as a dark flush spread across her chest. "Good," Mom said. She untied the loose belt at her waist and whipped the robe off her body, standing on the balcony briefly in all her glory, a golden goddess, freshly fucked. Then she threw the robe on the floor and turned on me. "You, young man, are dead meat," she said, advancing on me. Her tone was mischievous, but there was a hard glint in her blue eyes. "Uh," I started to say. Mom grabbed me and dragged me into the suite. Karen followed, laughing.