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We Need to Stop This

By: Brandie69



The summer that Bill left us was hard on my son Jake and me. Jake was getting ready to head back to college, and having his dad move out had clearly upset him in ways he found hard to express.

As for me, amidst all the other crap, I had to put the house on the market. There was just no way I could keep up with the mortgage on one salary, and besides, the place was too big, especially now that Jake was grown.

At any rate, as the summer wound down, the two of us spent as much time out back by the pool as possible, knowing that we were going to have to say goodbye to it sooner or later.

And that is how it started. 

One afternoon, I had dozed off out there, stretched out on a towel in my bathing suit. I started to come back awake, but I just lay there, sleepily soaking in the sun. Half asleep, I was vaguely aware that Jake was there with me, but he was being strangely quiet. So I just slightly opened an eye to see what he was up to.

If he had known I had seen him, then, the two of us would have been hugely embarrassed. He was sitting across from me, openly staring at my body.

And to make matters more complicated, his hand was down inside the front of his swimsuit, and it was moving, ever so slowly, up and down.

Oh my God, I had caught my son masturbating! More embarrassing yet, he was doing it while looking at me.

The shameful part of it is that, somewhere behind the feeling of awkwardness, there grew something else. I remembered it warmly from a long time ago. It was the feeling of being desired by a man. Looking back on it, that is undoubtedly why I stayed still, then, and let Jake continue.

And why I did the other things that were to follow.

Jake gave out one hard breath with a shudder. Eventually, he took his eyes from me, and his hand from his shorts. I was pretty sure he had just made a sticky mess in the swim suit. In fact, I could just make out moisture on his thumb and his finger, and before he could reach for his towel, I finally stretched and let him know I was awake.

I thought briefly about tormenting him. It would have been so easy.

"Jake, honey, I need to roll over now. Would you be a dear and get some lotion on my back?"

He would probably carry his towel in front of himself as he moved over to me, hiding the front of his shorts from my view. He would sit just on the edge of my lounge chair and tentatively put a few drops of lotion on my shoulders.

"Oh come on," I would say, "you can do better than that. Don't be afraid, Jake, it's just skin, like on everyone else."

I could even reach back and untie the top of the suit, as I had already done many times even with him around. This time I could say, "There, now you can get my whole back without feeling like you're reaching underneath it. OK?"

Instead, to give him a chance to escape and clean up, I just yawned sleepily and went ahead and rolled onto my stomach. And I waited for him to walk past me (and yes, he was holding his towel awkwardly in front of himself) before I untied my top.

That same night, as sleep escaped me, I sat on the couch downstairs watching late-night TV. Eventually, I switched off the set, and the long-forgotten feelings of desire and desirability that had been planted in me that afternoon reappeared with new fire.

Knowing that it would be 10 degrees hotter upstairs, I quietly slipped out of my flimsy cotton pajamas and explored the sensation of myself, pressing the soft fabric of my panties against my own skin. Soon I needed more than that, and I peeled the panties off, too, leaving them atop the small heap of my pajamas.

With my ears straining to hear every creak in the house, I remembered how Jake had stared at my body while he did what I was doing now, earlier in the day. I knew all guys did it, and I even knew it wasn't unusual for some of them to have fantasies about their own mother.

It was an odd feeling, thinking about that, but I tried to accept it.

I wasn't supposed to be happy about that, but touching myself then, I came, and I mean I came hard, imagining him looking down at me. 

Making a note in my mind that the two of us needed to talk, I pulled the soft throw-blanket over myself, and I dozed.

I awoke some time later and thought it was probably cool enough by then to crawl into bed. But when I reached down for my things, I knew instantly that my panties were gone.

Oh Christ, I thought as my groggy brain worked its way around that development. A girl can't close her eyes around here without somebody masturbating.

I thought of my son touching himself while holding my underwear. I knew instinctively how mortified he would be to find out that I knew. At least as mortified, I thought, as I was just then. So rather than going upstairs, I pulled the blanket back up and let myself fall back to sleep, hoping that Jake would bring my panties back for me before dawn. Yes, the two of us needed to talk.

I woke again when Sunday morning was just starting to break. In the thin light, I could see that my panties were back, draped innocuously on top of my summer pajamas. At least, thank God, they were dry.

The house was totally silent, and the air was pleasantly cool. I folded up the little blanket and set it on the arm of the sofa. Then, after taking one good nude stretch, I put my things back on.

The thought of crawling, alone, into the bed that Bill and I had shared for so many years made me want to cry. I crept up the stairs and peeked in on Jake. I could see underneath the rumpled sheets that he was sleeping in a t-shirt and boxers. That was good. That encouraged me. Looking back on it now, I think had he been sleeping in the nude that night, none of this would ever have happened.

I stood in his doorway for a minute, breathing in the unmistakable smell of a man, and with tears collecting unbidden I thought, don't be silly, what do you think you're resisting?

So I did it. I slid into bed beside Jake, and smoothing the covers over both of us I curled up against his back. When he startled, I touched his shoulder reassuringly, just as I had done for him hundreds of times. "It's ok, I just couldn't stand being alone."

And the two of us slept.

Later, I woke again to the slightest of movement. I was still spooning against Jake's back, but I could see that his free arm was making telltale movements. I thought, oh my God, this must be the third time in 12 hours he had pleasured himself. Ah, to be 20 again! Well, we really needed that talk.

I just lay there, then, waiting and feeling the rhythmic movement of his body. And yes, I wanted to know what my son's climax felt like through his warm body. And I knew, when he held his breath and stiffened and finally relaxed, that it was over.

I pretended to sleep for what I thought was a decent interval, and then I stole out of bed and went downstairs to the kitchen.

I fixed myself a cup of tea and took it with me out by the pool, still in my pajamas. I sat down and let myself finish waking up, wondering how far I was willing to let this thing go on -- wondering if Jake even knew what I knew, or let's face it, what I'd done. And I tried to rehearse the conversation I knew we needed to have.

It wasn't long before Jake came out and joined me, wearing just his swim trunks, and sipping a Coke. He looked at me carefully. "You OK, mom?" His concern for me was touching.

"Oh, yeah," I assured him. "I hope you don't mind comforting your old mother."

He laughed nervously at this. "You're not old ... really," he said in his teasing way.

Did I blush, then? I'd like to think not. But I continued, "You know, we used to do that all the time when you were little."

Did he squirm, then? I'd like to think so.

"Jake, we should probably have a little talk."

He tried to sip his Coke nonchalantly. I pressed on.

I suddenly found the words hard to form.

"Jake, honey, I know everyone ... masturbates sometimes."

He started to look quite embarrassed. I raised a hand.

"No, don't. It's ok. Yes, Jake, I know."

"I... I'm sorry, Mom...."

"Don't be sorry, sweety, I said everyone does it sometimes." I gave him a meaningful look. "Everyone." I paused, then went on. "Look, that doesn't bother me at all. But honey, it's just, I'm your mother. Shouldn't you... I don't know ... want a little privacy?"

Speaking of finding words hard to form. Jake was trying to say something. "But, I didn't ... I wasn't ... I thought....." I think they call that "sputtering."

I reached out and touched his arm. "Look, all I'm saying is this: last night, being able to curl up with you comforted me. Yes, I know we're both hurting about your dad. I want to be able to keep doing that. I think, though, it might be best if we both agree that if we're doing that...."

Oh God, how to finish that sentence?

"... that it's a time we don't..." and I blushed realizing I had used the word "we."

Jake repeated the word. "We?"

"Sweetheart, I told you. Everyone does it. Sometimes. Although I think you boys do it much more than us girls," and I laughed gently. "So, like, out by the pool, I don't care, really," and I made one hand gesture, though my God I must have been blushing deep purple. "But when we're cuddling together, well, I don't...," and I made a different gesture, one meaning "no."

There was silence then for a long moment. I guess it was a lot for a young man to absorb. 

"And there's one more thing I think we should talk about."

At this point, the poor boy looked like he'd been shot. I wanted so badly to hug him, but this really wasn't a good time for that.

"You shouldn't stare at your old mother in her bathing suit, when you're ... touching yourself, you know, that way, down there."

He started to protest and I stopped him again.

"There are magazines, and I completely understand...."

"Mom. I have magazines. And Mom.... They have nothing on you." Oh dear Lord, my son blushed so sweetly at that, and I suppose I was some shade of red myself then.

In that moment, I imagined myself stripping out of my pajamas and panties and throwing myself naked in the pool. Where in the hell did that image come from, I wondered? I shivered then, involuntarily, and I said "Don't be silly" out loud.

"Well they don't," was all that he said.

I mouthed the words, " thank you." Then I said, "Well, Jake, I want to get into the pool now, and the only suit I think I have that's clean today is my bikini. I trust you can be a gentleman?" Without waiting for an answer, I kissed him on the cheek and walked inside.

When I came back out, I was acutely aware that my nipples were asserting themselves, shall we say, against the lined fabric of my swimsuit. And all of the thinking about groceries and housework that I could muster couldn't help them subside.

I spent that day in my smallest bikini, and Jake did his best to pretend to be reading a book.

Long after he had gone to bed that night, I resolved with all that I had to sleep in my own bed. In my light little night-shirt and panties, I lay there trying to forget all the memories of Bill. It was hopeless. Everything that I saw and touched hurt me like a knife. I had to get out of there. I tiptoed back to Jake's room. There was comfort just being with my son.

In the morning, I woke first again. The covers had been pushed down by one of us, and his sleeping hand was set on that ridge of bone just on the top of my thigh.

I forced myself to ignore how his sleeping touch made me feel. If I had let it stay there much longer, I'm afraid I would have soaked through the panties that were the only thing that separated us from....

My mind wouldn't finish that sentence. It just couldn't happen.

It couldn't.

There were other things that "couldn't." I couldn't deny that sleeping in the same bed with my son was a problem. But then, neither could I deny that it was so exquisitely comforting, especially compared to sleeping in that other cursed bed.

"We need to stop this."

I knew we needed to stop it. But every night that I tried to submit myself to the torment of sleeping alone in my own bed, I just couldn't do it. And I ended up in his room again just like before.

Then, the thing I feared the most finally happened. I awoke one morning, and it was immediately clear to me that I was not the first. Because his hand was on mine, taking me away from him. I had been covering his "morning wood" with my fingers.

Oh my God. We had to stop this.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered. "I was asleep."

"It's OK, Mom, I know. Forget it," he said, taking maybe an extra moment to let go of my hand.

"We need to stop this."

I bolted out of his bed and into my room, and finding myself sopping wet, I touched myself softly until I stopped crying and rippled with a bittersweet orgasm.

The worst problem with what Jake and I had let happen that summer was that the little arousals of it had me aching for a man to enter me. With the house on the market, and all of the cleaning and packing I was doing, there was simply no chance for me to get out into the world and find my own man.

Touching myself, as I had done from time to time, couldn't satisfy the need for live flesh inside flesh.

And while Jake obviously tried to be more discreet about his own self-pleasure, he hadn't exactly succeeded in hiding his touching from me. I don't mean that he stretched out by the pool and wanked while I watched him.

But there were warm summer mornings when I woke up clinging to his back, only to feel him quivering.

At last, on the morning that we were to load up the car and make the trip back to campus, I broke down and clutched him.

"You're the best son any mother could ask for. Thank you for respecting me, you know, and letting me sleep here."

"Oh, Mom, give me a break. You know how much I love you."

Our lips were a fraction of an inch apart then. Our pajamas, if anything, less so.

We both leaned together, and I deflected my own kiss to the side of his face. But he pressed his body against me, and the warmth of it was more than I could resist.

"Oh, Jake, love me," I begged him, not even believing the sounds that escaped my lips.

"We're both adults, after all," he breathed in my ear.

He pushed my night-shirt up over my breasts, and as he sucked on my nipples, he peeled my panties down over my hips.

I opened my legs to him. Oh my god, I opened my legs to my son.

"We need to stop this."

We Need to Stop This Ch. 02



Author's Note: This is Chapter 2 of the "We Need to Stop This" story. The twin sisters in this chapter are characters you haven't met yet. This chapter turned out to be more of a romance than a sex-fest, so be prepared that there are only two orgasms, and one crying girl in it. And alas, both orgasms come, as it were, by the same hand. You needn't have read Chapter 1 to follow this, and the idea for this story is that you could read the chapters in any order you wish (except for the last, with the climax). 

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Veronica stepped out of the bathroom and into the little hotel room. She had a towel wrapped around her and was using another one to dry her blonde hair.

She and her twin sister were traveling together to meet their father's fiancé. They had stopped for the night just outside Chicago, before making the last long leg of the trip North into Wisconsin.

Veronica looked out at the room, and let out a gasp.

"Oh, good Lord, Jennifer! What are you doing?" Veronica put her hands up, pretending to cover her eyes.

"You can see very well what I'm doing, Ronnie," Jen answered breathlessly, slowing but not stopping her hands.

"Do you mind, would you stop that? There's something I wanted to ask you." Veronica walked over and sat down at the foot of her twin sister's bed.

"Oh God," Jennifer breathed hoarsely, "I'm so close, I'm so almost there."

As Jen's hands continued their indecent mission, her twin sister stood, turning her back on the sight. Ronnie folded her arms and kept fuming, unable to block out the sounds -- sounds so very close to the noises she herself would have made. And she cursed herself when the arrival of her sister's climax sparked a warm little twinge in her belly. It wasn't as though she had never watched her twin masturbate before, but it had been many years, and she had long ago assumed that, as grown women, they had put that behind them.

Veronica kept her back turned as she heard Jennifer rustle out of the bed. She presumed it was to get a robe or, at least, to put some underwear on. 

She was wrong; instead, she felt Jennifer press up behind her, and wrap her arms around Veronica's waist.

The warmth and the feel of her twin were familiar in ways she had almost forgotten. She let the hug go on for a moment, and tried to ignore the obvious smell of Jennifer's sex.

"Come on, you remember, in college?" Jennifer spoke softly into Veronica's ear.

Veronica pulled away then, clutching at the towel wrapped around her, to keep it from falling from her. "I really try not to," she blushed, not wanting to revisit those memories any more.

The bare Jennifer sat back down on the bed, immodestly tucking one foot against her opposite thigh. "I seem to remember enjoying it. I still to this day think it's hot being watched. And don't you lie, Ronnie, you loved it, too." Jennifer brushed some imaginary thing from her thigh as she spoke.

"That was 10 years ago," Veronica replied, yet with softness now in her voice. "And you," she went on, with a tone of mock accusation, "you're a married woman now!"

Jennifer's response was to draw up one hand to tweak her own nipple teasingly with a finger, and she gazed down at it, watching it react to the touch. She knew this would annoy her sister to no end.

"Oh great, are you going to masturbate again?"

Jen leaned back on one arm, and smiling, she said, "I just might."

Veronica snapped back, "then please let me get dressed and out of here first." 

Jennifer laughed. "It might do you some good," she called after her sister as Veronica stalked back over toward the bathroom and reached down in one motion toward the folded clothes she had set out for the day. 

When the verbal sparring subsided, Veronica unselfconsciously slipped off her bath towel and hung it on the hook on the door.

Bending down to slip on her fresh cotton panties, she glanced over her shoulder into the room. 

"Stop it!" she spat at her sister. "I mean it, you.... Stop looking at me." She had stopped just short of calling her sister a pervert out loud. She stopped short because the feeling of being admired in the nude by her sister was not at all one of revulsion. In fact, it was flattering in a way she would not readily admit.

And arousing, in a way she would never.

Veronica hurried her way into the panties, but her sister's next words stopped her on the spot.

"Ronnie, when was the last time someone made you feel as good as you look?"

"Oh Jesus. Now my own sister is using cheesy pick-up lines on me! You can do better than that." She didn't want to count again the long months during which no one had touched her that way -- long months since her last bitter fight and yet one more painful breakup. "And besides, that's none of your business."

Jen stood and, still naked, crossed the short distance to her sister. Veronica stiffened as Jen touched her arm. "Why can't we," Jen started, and then lowered her voice. "Why can't we have fun like that any more?" Jennifer asked simply. "Don't you miss it?"

Ronnie turned toward her, running her sister's hair through her fingers. "Because we never should have done it before. It's wrong. You're my sister."

Jen let her hands move to her sister's hips, and her look-alike made no move to stop her. "Why is it wrong?" Ronnie looked down in response to Jen's question, but her sister touched her chin gently and brought her gaze back up. "Why is it wrong, Veronica? There's no power trip between the two of us, and it's not like it can get us knocked up. So tell me why it's wrong to feel good?"

Ronnie put her hands on Jen's shoulders. "If it's not wrong, then why don't you tell Jeremy about it?"

Jen laughed easily at the mention of her husband. "Oh honey, he knows all about what we did." She ran her hands up her sister's bare ribs, but Veronica took them into hers and stopped her. She tried to absorb that last statement. 

"How long has he known?"

With her sister's hands in her own, Veronica gave up trying to get dressed, and instead led the two of them over to the nearest bed in the room and sat down. Jennifer sat next to her, stroking her twin sister's back.

"Since before we were married, hon. Jer and I don't keep any secrets."

Jen lifted her sister's hand and stroked her fingertips. "You still haven't told me why it's wrong."

Ronnie looked up into her sister's eyes, and very quietly answered. "Because. I'm afraid." She started shivering, and Jennifer wrapped her arms around her. And rocking gently together, the two women started to kiss.

There was no hiding the longing in Veronica's kiss as she pressed herself against Jennifer's lips. And there was a blooming happiness in Jennifer's -- and even a confidence -- as she returned the embrace.

"I... I have missed this, Jen. Sometimes, I've missed it so much," Veronica quietly confessed.

Jennifer stroked a hand down from her sister's face, brushing lightly against a bare breast on its way down Veronica's belly. "I've thought about it a million times since those days," Jen replied, playing her finger just inside the waistband of her sister's panties.

For her part, Veronica let her reserve slip away a bit more, and tentatively reached out to stroke her sister's silky blonde hair, and her back, and her curves. She noticed that her sister was just a bit rounder than a decade ago; just a little bit softer. As was she. And there were lines of laughter and care on both of their faces. But there was no denying that her sister Jennifer was lovely -- and she smiled to herself as she thought, yes, in fact, one of the two most beautiful women I know.

Releasing their kiss, Jennifer sat back and looked in her sister's eyes. She pressed her hand gently past the waistband and cautiously explored her twin's tender place. Finding it already slick with moisture, she allowed one finger to softly start stroking there. 

Veronica's passion in kissing and touching her sister grew more urgent as her body responded to Jennifer's caresses. Jen thought of disentangling herself, of getting down on her knees and teasingly removing those panties before leaning in to give her sister her mouth. But Veronica was responding to just her hand so quickly that she decided to save that special pleasure for later.

Veronica moaned "oh, Jen, yes... no one..., oh my God. Oh, I'm coming!" And she quivered against her sister, then, very hard, and just kept on shaking.

It took Jennifer a moment to realize that Veronica was crying. Clutching desperately to her sister, her tears wetting Jen's shoulder, holding on tight.

Jen wanted to ask what was wrong, but she knew there would be time for that, too. And she thought she already knew the answer.

When Ronnie's sobs finally subsided, Jennifer carefully unwound herself from her sister's arms, and stroking her wet cheek once more she said quietly: "I think I'll take a shower, too. If you can wait for me, let's go down and have something to eat."

After breakfast, the twins loaded the car and drove far into the morning before either one spoke. It was Jen who went first.

"So, what was it you wanted to ask me?"

Veronica searched for the right words. "I don't know... it's just... Are you ready for dad to re-marry?"

As they drove on together, this was one answer Jen found easily. Taking a hand from the wheel and placing it on her sister's thigh, she tried to assure her. "You should see how happy he is. Mom would be glad. You'll see when we get there."

Then, the twins were quiet again, and Veronica reached and entwined her fingers with Jennifer's there on her thigh.



We Need to Stop This Ch. 03



I woke up early on that Friday morning. I savored the feel of the sheets on my skin for as long as I could, until the need for a hot cup of tea became primary.

In the chilly Wisconsin morning, I knew it would be delicious to sit out in the hot tub and wait for the day to warm up. So I picked out a two-piece bathing suit and pulled it on, and I slipped on a bathrobe on top of it, and went out to the kitchen.

I took my hot tea out onto the deck and set it down next to the hot tub. The sun had just topped the horizon, and there were still wispy mists out on the lake. I shucked off my robe in the chilly morning air and, leaving it draped over a chair, I slipped into the steaming water. I switched on the jets and quickly peeled out of my bikini, reaching up and spreading it out to dry on the deck.

In between sips of my tea, I let my head fall back and I just took in the feeling of being naked outdoors, under the water. The feeling was electric, and I think that the deliberateness of my resistance to the urge to touch myself only made my skin tingle that much more.

If my son Jake had not been there, sleeping inside the lake house, I doubt I could have resisted the urge. My naughty little secret of undressing under the water like this always made me, to be perfectly frank, pretty horny.

Much earlier than I expected, Jake came out on the deck. I flashed back to the morning, last summer, when we'd had our little talk, in another place, on another deck. Somehow, despite all of my best intentions, that frank conversation hadn't stopped us from, eventually, pressing our bodies together; had not stopped me from opening myself to him and letting my son into me in the most intimate way.

Jake stood on the deck and, unsuspectingly, looked down at the water. Down at me. He was plainly surprised by the nude woman he could obviously see. 

"Oh... oops, should I...?" God, I loved seeing him flustered like that. It was so sweet, and it spoke of his innocence.

"It's OK, Jake, don't be silly, hon. D'you want to come in?"

"I would like to," he said, tentatively.

He moved to step into the hot tub. 

"Well, either I should get into my swim suit, or you should get out of yours," I smiled.

I really wasn't proposing anything more indecent than getting bare in the hot tub together. It was probably something that many Europeans wouldn't think twice about.

But this wasn't Europe.

Jake hesitated for only one moment before he reached for the waistband of his trunks.

I stopped him quickly.

"No, don't!"

The poor kid looked crushed.

I smiled up at him again. "Get into the water first. You don't want the neighbors to see you."

He visibly relaxed at that, and stepped down into the water. I tugged his arm and gave him a peck on the cheek, and he sat down, not across from me, but not exactly next to me, either.

His hands reached under the water and peeled down his swim trunks. From what I could see through the water, he was definitely thickening down there with arousal.

He pulled his swimming suit out of the water and, as I had, he spread it out on the deck.

I couldn't help but focus my gaze on his almost-hard penis as the swirling waters made it wave back and forth.

I had a fine -- if indecent -- view of young manhood. Never mind that it was my own son. After all, we weren't touching, were we?

He was asking me what time I expected my fiancé to arrive. I think I answered him, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.

It had been nearly a year since that morning when he had ended up pressing himself against me, and then, into me. In the months in between, we had acted as though that thing never happened.

Now that I was engaged to be married, maybe it was a good time to take a firm stand.

But, damn, seeing his firm thing standing there in the water right by me, well, let's just say it clouded my judgment.

I lifted the leg that was farthest from him and crossed it against my other bare knee. I have to admit it was a deliberate accident that my foot touched his nearly erect penis; and it was hot, I have to confess, to feel him growing fully erect against the sensitive skin of my foot.

At that point, I now realize, I had given myself over to wanting him. He was there with me, in the warm water, and we were both naked. And there was love binding us.

But I was set to be married, soon. And I knew we needed to stop this.

Jake was no help, as he lay back and moaned quietly as my foot stroked his erection.

I thought to myself, OK, fine, this will be our last time. I gave in to the feelings I was having just then, and overwhelmingly I wanted to do something special for him. What I thought was, perhaps, if I did, it would help to bring closure for us. Maybe it would mark our last time.

I sat up in the water, and replaced my foot with my hand. He felt so urgently hard in my fingers.

"This is nice," I exclaimed, and he let me explore his hard penis without a word.

I worked up my courage to ask him, "Jake, have you ever... has a woman ...." Oh, what the hell, I thought. "Jake, have you ever had a blowjob?"

Damn, that was an embarrassing thing to say to my son.

"No, I haven't," he said matter-of-factly. And maybe just a little bit eagerly.

We knew my man -- my fiancé -- wouldn't arrive until the next day. We had all night to ourselves, not to mention most of the next morning.

I took his hand from under the water. "OK, come with me," I said, and I led him out of the bubbling water.

Grabbing our towels and covering ourselves from the neighbors the best that we could, we walked into the house and up to his bedroom, leaving our bathing suits there on the deck. 

Once in his room, I closed the door out of instinct. I pulled off his towel, and let my own fall, and then I guided him back until he was stretched out before me, now fully erect, on top of his bed.

"We're going to have to stop this, you know," I said as I circled my hand around his erection and gazed at it. I stroked it lightly. "But I want you to have something special tonight, so just relax and enjoy."

Oh how he moaned as I leaned down and took the tip of his flesh in my mouth. 

Let me share something personal with you. Swallowing a man's cum, well, yes it can be pretty gross. But I've learned over the years that it's really bad only if you spend too much time thinking about it. 

What I've found -- and I have a certain amount of experience here -- is that if you throw yourself into it, body and soul, understanding what a special pleasure it is for him to let himself go that way right in your mouth -- if you desire to be part of sharing that with him, well, it's over before you know it, and what's left is no more than a little burning bitterness in the back of the throat. That, and a shared pleasure that can hardly be matched.

And so it was. I gave him my best. I took him in as deep as I could, using my hand to add to the pleasure. His hands, well they began just caressing my hair but ended by pressing my head firmly into him. And his penis throbbed in my lips when he came. And, oh how he came. It was more than I was used to: much more. But I managed. I swallowed.

I made sure to wipe my mouth with a hand before I moved up and cuddled with him. We just lay there in bed for a while, touching each other with the wonder of new lovers.

Of course, I watched appreciatively as his manhood began to show signs of thickening again. With selfish intentions, I reached down and gently ran my fingers along it, and yes, it continued to harden.

Before long, my son Jake was fully erect, nearly writhing again under my touches.

"Oh my, I see you have more for me," I teased him. I kissed him, then, on the lips, and said, "You know, we will need to stop this, but, OK, you. Come here."

And for the second time, I opened my legs for my son.



We Need to Stop This Ch. 04



Veronica and Jennifer sat up far into the night chatting with their soon-to-be stepbrother, Jake.

The three had opened another bottle of wine after Jake's mother had gone to bed, and Jennifer, with a wink at her twin sister, suggested that the three of them go out and get in the hot tub.

"Sounds great," Jake agreed. "Let's get changed, and I'll meet you out there."

Jen swirled her glass and smiled. "Don't be silly, Jake. Let's just go. I'm sure Ronnie won't mind, if you don't."

It took a moment before Jake's eyes grew wide, and he looked from one beautiful woman to the other. Clearly, Jennifer wasn't suggesting they go into the tub with their clothes on.

He lowered his voice a little, trying to keep it casual and steady. "Skinny dipping? Yeah, sure. OK."

The twin sisters were about 10 years older than Jake, but he was no less smitten by their identical good looks. And the idea of spending time naked with them in a hot tub would have been any young man's fantasy.

They turned out the lights in the kitchen and took their wine glasses out on the deck. It was dark, although not pitch black, and the Wisconsin air had just a little late-summer chill.

Displaying a hint of shyness, Jake turned his back to the women and worked his way out of his clothes. He could hear them getting into the water and starting the jets as he finally tugged down his underwear and stood there in front of the women, now totally nude. 

He moved quickly to slip into the water, perhaps hoping that his penis would not get any firmer than it already was. 

Veronica tugged on his arm as he settled in. "Here, you'd better sit over by me. After all, you know, Jen is a married woman."

"That's a fine thing," replied Jennifer, with mock indignation. "My own sister thinks I can't resist a little temptation."

"Oh sure," Veronica laughed. "Are you trying to say it's easy for you to keep your hands off an attractive naked body?"

Jennifer went along with her sister, hoping Veronica wouldn't go so far as to reveal what they had done together that very morning. "Well...," she said playfully, and the women both laughed.

Thinking of the subject of revelations sparked an idea. "I know what," Veronica said, with a playful gleam in her eye. "We should play 'Truth or Dare!'"

"I don't know about that," Jennifer said, her voice laden with doubt. She could easily see this heading where neither she nor her sister should want it to go.

"Oh, come on, we'll set some ground rules," Veronica went on. "What do you think, Jake, do you want to play 'Truth or Dare' with a couple of nude older women?"

Jake chuckled at that. "I don't see what could possibly go wrong." And, smiling, he added, "Count me in, if... you know... you all want to."

"OK, here's the ground rules," Veronica said. "First of all, you can't ask either of us questions about each other. If you want to know what I've been up to, you'll have to ask me directly. Understood?"

The other two voiced their agreement.

Jennifer piped up then, "and dares can only last ... 30 seconds, is that fair?"

Again, the other two accepted the rule.

"And nothing that could, you know, get us in trouble or be dangerous," Jake offered. The twins readily agreed.

Finally, Veronica added one more: "If anyone quits, the whole game is over." Jake and Jennifer voiced their agreement once more.

"OK, so, let's go in alphabetical order," Veronica suggested, even though that meant she would go last of the three. "So, Jake, you get to start. Who are you asking, and what is your question?"

Jake thought for a moment and then turned to Jennifer. 

"Jennifer, have you ... ever kissed a girl?"

After just a moment's thought, she responded, "OK, truth." She paused again briefly before finishing. "Yes, I have," she added simply, suppressing a cute little smile.

"My turn, now" she added, with an eager wiggle.

Jennifer turned to Veronica. Having done this very thing in front of her sister just hours before, Jennifer asked her, "Do you masturbate?"

Well, there was no point in choosing a 'dare' for a question like that; it would make the answer obvious. Veronica easily said "Truth," and she added, with just a half-moment's hesitation, "yes." The blush on her cheeks was hidden fairly well by the darkness.

"My turn, now," Veronica said, rubbing her hands eagerly together. She looked back and forth between her sister and Jake.

Staying with the same topic, she said, "Jake, how often do you masturbate?"

Jen laughed at the question and added, "Since we know all you guys do it!"

Jake smiled as he thought for a moment. He looked at Veronica and replied, "Dare."

This meant that Veronica got to give him a command, and he either had to perform it, or the whole game was over.

Veronica thought for a second, and then ordered Jake: "Stand up for us. 30 seconds, remember?"

Reluctantly, Jake got to his feet. Standing knee-deep in the bubbling water, his penis grew thick with arousal from being eyed by these two attractive women, and as the twins counted out the slow 30 seconds, it only grew larger. And their voices, as they counted, clearly reflected their amusement as it swelled and began to stand out.

Finally, they reached "30," and Jake smiled and sat back down.

It was Jake's turn again, now, and he turned toward Veronica, who had just made him stand and expose himself. "Veronica," he began. "How many sex toys do you own?"

He was getting the hang of this. If you asked a "yes-or-no" question -- such as, have you ever done this or that -- you could be pretty sure you would just get an answer, because the choice of a dare, in all likelihood, meant that the more embarrassing answer was true. With questions like that, there was no point in choosing to risk accepting a dare, since doing so also, effectively, gave away the answer to the question.

He had two beautiful women naked with him in a hot tub. He was not going to squander his chances of giving them dares.

Veronica tried to tally up the number of toys she kept in the drawer by her bed. She quickly decided it was more than she was willing to tell this young man.

"Dare," she said, feigning bravery.

In the previous dare, Jake had been ordered to stand, and he had merely stood knee-deep in the water. Wanting a better view, he told Veronica, "Stand up ... on the deck."

Jennifer giggled. "That's a good one!"

Reluctantly, Veronica drew her bare body up out of the water, and placing her feet on the wooden deck next to the hot tub, with her hands on her hips, she stood there enduring the looks of her sister and Jake for the full 30 seconds. 

When her time had elapsed, she hopped back down into the water. She knew quite well that Jake was watching her intently as her legs had to come apart to step down. She did her best to twist her hips away from him as she did so, but that just meant that it was Jennifer who got the immodest view.

Judging from the events of that morning, Jennifer would enjoy it as much as young Jake would.

It was Jennifer's turn. She looked at her sister. "How many sex toys did you bring with you this weekend?" There was clearly a rivalry playing out between the two twins, and all three of them were getting the hang of asking good questions.

Veronica hesitated barely a moment before blurting out, "Dare!"

Jennifer had been waiting for this one. "Make out with Jake," she proclaimed.

Veronica giggled, and without any protest, she shrugged. "Oh, OK." She turned to Jake, who just sat there somewhat stiffly, and with a kindly smile, she leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth. Getting no reaction, she took his hands and placed them low on her waist, and taking his face in her hands, she kissed him again, her mouth open this time.

"That's it, girl," Jennifer encouraged her, forgetting to count out the seconds.

Veronica rolled further toward Jake, straddling him and stroking her hands on his shoulders. He opened his lips and started kissing her back in earnest. Under the bubbling water, he was becoming insistently hard.

As Veronica started slowly lowering herself onto Jake's lap, Jennifer interrupted.

"All right, you two, I'd say it's been 30 seconds. That's enough."

Jake sighed audibly as Veronica rolled away and sat back down in the tub, which made both women laugh.

They all sat looking at each other, until Veronica asked, "Whose turn is it? Oh, yeah, it's mine!"

She looked back and forth between the two others, before at last turning to her sister. "Jennifer," she began, "have you ever done anal?"

Jennifer gasped, "Why, you... I can't believe you would ask me that." But she knew there was no point in choosing a dare: everyone would know anyway, so she quietly answered, "yes," while swatting her sister playfully on the arm.

"Jake's turn," she added, hoping to get their attention away from her as she felt her cheeks burn.

But Jake wasn't letting up on her. "Jennifer, which do you like better," and he paused before finishing, "anal, or swallowing?"

"Oh, now that isn't fair!" She protested.

"Oh yes it is," her sister replied. "Go on, Jen, truth or dare!"

Jennifer sat up, looking defiant. "Fine. Dare."

Jake was ready. Without hesitation, he told her, "Run down to the lake and back. Naked."

Glaring at both of them, but not completely able to hide a sly smile, Jennifer slowly stood up, slightly hunched and shielding her breasts with her arms, and as she stepped away from the tub and into the night, she squealed "Oh my God!" 

She sprinted away, giving them a good look at her shapely behind before momentarily slipping out of sight into the darkness. Then she came running back to the tub, all the while holding her breasts to keep them from bouncing wildly.

"Whew! It's getting cold out there," she shivered as she climbed back down into the water.

"My turn, now," she said, and she paused to catch her breath.

"Jake," Jennifer began, "have you ever been caught while you were masturbating?"

Remembering the previous summer, by the pool with his mother, Jake answered that easily. "Yes."

It was Veronica's turn. Thinking back to that morning in the hotel room, she stayed with the theme her sister had started. "Jen," she said, "which do you like better, watching someone masturbate, or masturbating while someone watches you?"

"Oh, you are so bad," her sister said. This was going to be two in a row. "Dare," she said resignedly.

Veronica put her hand to her lips and said slowly, "All right, then... masturbate for us for 30 seconds."

Staying seated in the bubbling water, Jennifer smiled weakly and moved one hand between her legs and started to stroke herself.

"Hey, that's no fair," her sister complained. "Poor Jake here can't see anything."

"That's your fault," Jennifer replied, still touching herself. "You didn't say to get out of the water." Her gaze lingered a moment on her sister as her pleasure started to build.

The other two watched her as she touched herself, until finally she breathed, "hey, that has to be more than 30 seconds." She shook her hair back and straightened herself in the tub.

"Whose turn is it? Jake?"

Jake turned to Veronica, remembering how he had enjoyed her kissing him, moments ago, and how she had nearly sat down on his erection.

"Veronica," he began, "when was the last time you had an orgasm?"

The answer -- that morning, by her sister's hand -- would have given away more than she wanted. So, with a sense of dread in her voice, knowing that the dares had started to go far beyond innocently standing up naked, she said, "dare."

Once again, Jake was ready. He nodded to the other twin. "Make out with Veronica."

She laughed. "I am Veronica."

"Oh, right. Sorry. I mean, make out with Jennifer."

The twins both moaned, "Oh my God," at the same time.

They were not reluctant to kiss, but the glances they both made at Jake suggested that they were hesitant to let someone watch. It may have been concern that their mutual arousal would be obvious to him. This was still a secret that both of them wanted to keep.

The women turned toward each other, interweaving their thighs and gently wrapping their arms around each other. With one last soft giggle from each of them, they leaned together, and their lips met.

Jake, looking as though in a trance, wasn't counting.

The sisters traded kisses on the mouth for a moment, before Jennifer moved her hands to Veronica's breasts. Veronica arched her back in response, and Jennifer took the opportunity to move her lips down to her sister's neck. Veronica let out a long, ragged breath. Her head was back and her eyes were closed, and all thought of the young man who was sitting there, watching them, had been driven from her mind.

That young man, meanwhile, had slipped his own hand under the water and was idly touching himself, taking advantage of the fact that the two sisters were completely distracted.

Veronica brought her sister back to her lips. She started to slip a hand under the water along Jennifer's thigh when she opened her eyes and remembered Jake staring intently at them.

Barely able to conceal her arousal, Veronica gently pushed her sister away and breathed, "OK.... OK." She collected herself. "I think that was 30 seconds."

Jennifer chuckled, "yeah, someone forgot to keep time." She pulled her hair back from her face and added, "that was Jake's dare, so now it's my turn. Let's see...."

Jake took his own hand out from under the water, but he remained urgently aroused, and at that point, he didn't particularly care if they noticed.

Jennifer turned back to Veronica. Still glowing inside from the sensual contact with her sister, she asked, "Who gave you your best orgasm, ever?" As she spoke the question, she leaned toward her sister, clearly hoping for an answer.

Veronica gave her a look that spoke of sudden embarrassment. "Oh damn. Dare?" she said cautiously.

"Fine," Jennifer smiled. "Give Jake a handjob for 30 seconds."

This was crossing into new territory, but Veronica remembered how she had nearly sat down on his naked lap when they had kissed before. She didn't protest.

She scooted closer to Jake and reached down under the water. She squealed, "my, my, what have we here? Jen, our young Jake here ...." She never finished the sentence, proceeding instead to softly stroke his erection.

As the 30 seconds ticked by, it was Jake's turn to let his head fall back and close his eyes, as he tried desperately not to come right there in the water. He sighed with relief as Jennifer called out "time's up!" Then he jumped as Veronica gave his erection one last little squeeze before letting her fingers trail away from him.

She sat up straight, then, still sitting close to Jake. It was her turn, and she had already thought of a great question to ask him. It was an open-ended one, not the yes-or-no kind that would be likely just to prompt him to answer. Still, she had a good idea what the most probable answer was, and she thought, if he chose to do a dare rather than answer, she would consider that her guess was confirmed.

"Who was it that caught you masturbating?"

Jake thought back to that day by the pool when he had stared at his sleeping mother and made himself come. He knew he could not answer that question. Without hesitation, he said, "dare."

Not making the same mistake twice, Veronica said, "sit up on the edge and masturbate."

Jake was so aroused now that he knew there was no more point in hiding it. He was fairly sure that his full-blown erection was obvious to everyone in the tub.

Without a word, he pulled himself up with his arms and sat on the edge, leaving just his feet dangling in the water. His penis stood firmly at attention. Looking down at himself, and avoiding eye contact with the sisters, he reached down and started touching himself.

The twins began counting.

Their feminine voices weren't helping. Instead, knowing that they were watching and timing him was pushing him rapidly toward the edge. By the time they reached 15 he was in serious danger of exploding right there in front of them, and the thought of it was the last straw.

He kept stroking himself as stream after stream of his fluid sprayed out of him and onto his belly and chest.

"Oh, yes!" the girls encouraged him, suppressing their laughter as they watched his climax explode.

Jake moved to reach for a towel, but Veronica leaned over and stopped him. She stood up in the water and reached out to the chair that had a small stack of fresh, folded towels. As she stretched for one, she knew she was giving the two of them a great look at the shape of her backside.

She handed the towel to Jake and leaned down, giving him a kiss on his forehead.

She whispered just to him, "that was really awesome."

Then she sat back down into the water.

When Jake had finished cleaning himself, Jennifer nodded to him to slide back down. Then she raised her glass above the steaming water, her breasts coming out above the bubbling surface as she leaned forward. "To family," she proposed, and they clinked their glasses together in agreement.