0 comments/ 108237 views/ 16 favorites A Family Reunion By: Arch Stanton I always hated family reunions. They were always so boring. Especially now that I had just turned eighteen, I had better things to be doing than listening to everyone tell me how much taller I had gotten and that when they used to baby sit me when I was young. This year was worse than ever because I had changed a lot. I guess I’m something of a late bloomer because I was rail thin as a young girl with big glasses, crooked teeth and stingy blond hair. In the last couple of years I’ve really matured. My breasts have gotten much bigger; I have to wear a C-cup now instead of a measly A. My hips are much wider and curvier and my buttocks more rounded, less boyish-looking than they used to be. I’ve gotten my teeth straightened and I wear contacts now. I’ve taken good care of my hair and now it’s wavy and lustrous. I’m still petite, about five foot one, but I look much more feminine than I used to. All my relatives seemed shocked by my transformation and I did take a certain amount of glee in this. None were more surprised, however, than my older cousins. Growing up, they were the only members of my extended family I was close to age wise, so we tended to play together whenever we were around one another. There were all brothers, two of them twins. The eldest brother was Chris, who was twenty and very attractive. I’d always had something of a crush on him. He was tall with dark hair and chiseled good looks. He was pretty muscular and had tanned skin. Gary and Duane were the twins and a year younger than their big brother. The looked exactly the same and a lot of people had trouble telling the difference between the two of them. I always could tell them apart, though. They each had darkish blond hair, cut short, and lean, thin frames. Each of their jaws dropped when they saw me at the reunion. I quite liked the attention they were giving me all through dinner. They were treating me more like a lady than a tomboy playmate like they used to. Although I got the feeling that some of their stares weren’t just of familial love. But that’s okay, because I was guess I still had that crush on Chris. Every time he looked or talked to me, I felt giddy. After dinner, the four of us wandered off to another part of my grand parents large house. It was like old times. We had always hung out together, not having much in common with the other family members. We all talked for a while, catching up with each other. When conversation lapsed I noticed them stealing uncomfortable, furtive glances at my body. I smiled inwardly. Chris surprised me when he asked me to come with him. He said there was something he wanted to show me, something I’d like. I smiled up at him and accepted his outstretched hand. I had a pretty good idea what he was up to, and although nervous and uncertain, I thought I go along with it, at least for now. “What is it?” Duane asked nosily. Chris glared at him. “We’ll be right back.” Was all he said as he led me away. I glanced back at the twins who were staring back at us with amused, knowing looks. We went down the long hall of the house, the noises from conversation and laughter dimming. He led me into an unoccupied room, a spare bedroom. “Remember when we’d spend the night here as kids. This is where we guys had to sleep. I remember you got another bedroom all to yourself.” He smiled at me. “Yeah, I remember.” I walked to the bed and, wrapping my hand around one of the corner posts, leaned against it. Awkwardly, Chris shut the door with a quiet thud. “So what is it you want to show me, Chris?” I asked, feigning ignorance. He approached me slowly, hesitantly. He stopped right in front of me and unceremoniously leaned down and kissed me. I returned his kiss, light and delicate. He pulled back, looking at me inquisitively. I smiled up at him. “Is that all you wanted?” I asked. He shook his head, grinning, and leaned down again. I felt his arms around my waist as he pressed his lips to mine again. This kiss was harder, his tongue expertly darting in and out of my mouth. I put my arms around his strong, broad back, pushing myself against him. We must have kissed for several minutes. It was blissful. I must have thought about kissing my cousin a thousand times as a little girl and now I was doing it. As his chest brushed against mine, I felt my nipples tingling and hardening. My pussy was getting hot and uncomfortably damp. When I felt his hand carefully cup my left breast I pulled back a bit. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “Nothing.” I said. “It’s just that, what if someone comes in?” He smiled reassuringly. “You know everyone always sits around in the kitchen bullshitting. No one will disturb us.” He began kissing me again, and his hand slowly caressed my tit. I wasn’t entirely sure about this, but when I felt his thumb gingerly rubbing my erect nipple, I decided I didn’t care. He kissed him with new enthusiasm, pressing myself against him harder. I felt a hard lump in the front of his jeans and knew he was getting a hard on. My heart fluttered; it felt like a big one. He started squeezing my tit, making me moan involuntarily. Encouraged, I felt his other hand sliding down my back toward my ass. It slipped down the back of my shorts and I shuddered at the hot touch of his hand as he grabbed the flesh of my right buttock. “Oh, April.” Chris moaned. “You feel so good.” I reached down and untucked his shirt. Sliding my hands inside it and rubbed them all over his skin, enjoying the feel of his taut muscles. Following my cue, his hand quickly sought its way up my shirt and inside the cup of my bra. I again moaned into his mouth as I felt his strong hand massage my tit and pull my nipple. I pulled my shirt up over my hand, exposing my lacy bra to him, my breasts threatening to spill out of their cups. He leaned down and, pulling the cups down over my tits, sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. A feeling akin to an electric shock traveled from the tip of my nipple to my toes. I bit my lower lip, loving the feel of it. He switched nipples, licking one then the other. My pussy was good and wet by this point, and I abandoned all fears of discovery. When he resumed kissing me on the mouth, I abruptly crouched down onto my knees. He looked puzzled at first, and then a sly smile appeared on his face. I fumbled with his pants, undoing them clumsily. The bulge from his erection was obvious through the fabric and I was anxious to see it. I pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees in one swift motion and nearly got slapped in the face by his unleashed manhood. It stuck out straight from his abdomen, fully erect. The tip of it was less than an inch from my nose. My eyes crossed as I tried to look at it so I pulled back a little. I gasped. It was the biggest one I’d ever seen. It must have been nine or ten inches long and was probably as big around as a soda can. Thick, blue veins crisscrossed the length of it. He was uncircumcised and the head of it was big and purple, a drop of moisture leaking from the narrow slit at the end. I looked in between his legs and saw his low-hanging, fat balls. I’d seen bulls with smaller nut sacks. I looked up at Chris and saw he was grinning with satisfaction. “Is this what you wanted to show me?” I asked, wide-eyed. He just chuckled. I looked back at the huge hunk of meat twitching an inch from my face. “God, you’re huge.” I breathed as I wrapped one of my hands around the hot, gummy shaft. I couldn’t get my fingers to meet as I began to slowly run my fist up and down his cock. Realizing I was going to need both hands, I wrapped my other one around his length. Each time I pushed my hands back and forth his cock head would flare. It was getting glossy as a drop of preliminary sperm bubbled from the tip. Impulsively, I leaned forward and licked it off with my tongue. It tasted sweet and tangy. I ran my tongue across the slit, licking up every bit of the liquid. Then I began to lick all around the fat crown, relishing the taste of the salty flesh. I wondered if I’d be able to take him in my mouth as I parted my lips to do so. It hurt the sides of my jaw, but I managed to get the whole head in my wet, hot mouth. Chris leaned his head back and groaned as I began to slowly suck on his big knob. I’d only sucked a couple of dicks in my whole life and although I enjoyed it I didn’t think I was very experienced. But Chris seemed to like it when I slowly rubbed his shaft as I sucked, my tongue swirling all around. He began to push himself back and forth, in and out of my mouth, his hands on the back of my head. I noticed his balls swinging back and forth and hefted it with one of my hands. They felt heavy as I squeezed and pulled on them, bringing another moan out from Chris’ parted mouth. “Oh, oh, April! Oh, yeah that feels so good.” He said softly. I pulled my mouth away from his cock with a loud slurp and proceeded to lick all along the side of his shaft, still slowly pumping him with one hand. I could feel each bumpy vein beneath my eager lips as I make my way down to his pendulous scrotum. Lifting his nuts up with my hand, I proceeded to lap at them. His testicles were nearly hairless and I liked the feeling of the soft, loose skin. Gently, I drew one of his massive rocks into my mouth. Once more Chris groaned as I sucked on it carefully while I continued to jerk at his prick. After a few moments of this I wanted the taste of his dick in my mouth again. I ran my tongue along the underside of the pulsating organ before once again swallowing the tip. I brought both hands to bear once more, increasing the speed of my rhythm. “Oh, oh, April, oh yeah! Jerk it faster!” He hissed urgently. I ran my hands up and down it even faster and bobbed my head back and forth as Chris thrusted. “Oh, oh, oh, keep jerking! Don’t stop!” He commanded. Suddenly his body stiffened and he stopped thrusting his hips. His hands gripped my head so hard it almost hurt but still I continued to pull and suck his dick. “Oh, oh, fuck yeah!” Chris almost yelled as I felt his cock spasm in my hand. Then I tasted a wad of cum in my mouth. Surprised, I pulled away as another burst of ejaculate shot out his dick, catching me on the lips. “Oh keep jerking, baby!” I felt his cock throb in my hands as he continued to shoot his wad. I’d never seen a guy cum so much! It was everywhere; on my cheeks, on my neck and all over my tits. Still I jerked, squeezing out every drop of the white, sticky fluid. He looked down at me, his breath coming in grating rasps. He smiled as she saw all the jism on my upturned face. I felt his cock twitching weakly in my hands as it began to dwindle in size. I slowly realized that I wasn’t going to get fucked, and the aching in my wet cunt was too much to bear. Then Chris reached down and, grabbing me under my arms, helped me up. Removing my bra, he guided me over to the bed and sat me down on it. Kneeling, he began to undo my shorts. I allowed him to slip my shorts and panties down and off. He stared at my trimmed muff for a few moments before laying his hand on my stomach, forcing me to lie down. Spreading my legs, he buried his face in my cunt. I gasped in surprise as I felt his warm tongue against my hard clit, gently flicking it. I could never get any of my boyfriends to go down on me before, so I was ignorant of the pleasures of cunnilingus. Now as I felt Chris’ tongue slowly stimulate my clit, I knew I was missing out on something wonderful. As he expertly teased and nuzzled my clit, waves of delight coursed through my body, making me forget the uncomfortable feeling of his semen cooling on my skin. I began to wiggle my but up and down, grinding my cooze against his face. My pussy was so wet I could hear damp, smacking sounds as Chris licked and sucked like a starving man dining on a banquet. In seconds my toes were curling and I was panting uncontrollably. I was about to cum! I stuck my fingers in my mouth to keep from crying out as my body was wracked with joy, making me tremble. As my orgasm subsided, Chris leaned up, grinning at me. I could see traces of my juices on his mouth. I was breathless and didn’t know what to say. When he crawled on his hands and knees, positioning himself above me I saw his dangling penis, now fully erect again. “Oh my god!” I gasped. I’d never known a guy who could get it up again so quickly. It looked like I was going to get fucked after all! I scooted up on the bed to get more comfortable as Chris mounted me. He rubbed the engorged head of his rigid muscle against my still sensitive quim. “Be easy, okay. You’re too fucking big.” I pleaded. Chris nodded as he poked my pussy with the tip of his cock. I winced as it stretched my vagina open. Slowly he pushed himself in, lazily grinding back and forth. Soon the discomfort passed and I felt only the pleasure of a huge cock inside me. He began to fuck me slowly and rhythmically. I put my hands around his brawny arms as he quickened his pace. I moved my hips up and down to match his movements. I could feel his fat cock rubbing against my clit and I knew that in moments I’d be coming again. His heavy balls slapped my ass as he fucked me. “Ooohh! Oooh!” I moaned, trying to keep quiet. But I could feel myself coming even harder than before. Chris fucked me harder as I squirmed around, impaled on his monstrous penis. I couldn’t help it; I had to scream as I came. My cunt let loose a torrent of hot, sticky fluid, coating his still pounding cock. To silence me, Chris bent down and clamped his lips onto mine, heedless of his own dried sperm on my lips. I moaned into his mouth, biting his lips, as he coaxed not just one but three separate orgasms out of me. As I lay there panting, trying to recover, Chris sluggishly moved is swollen cock in and out me, waiting for me to come back to my senses. I abruptly become aware of someone else in the room. Alarmed, I glanced toward the foot of the bed and there stood Duane and Gary, shit-eating grins plastered on their faces and their erections in their hands. “How long have you two been there?” I panted. “Long enough to see our brother fuck you senseless.” Gary said as he slowly stroked his bobbing cock. I looked down at the twins’ penises. I smiled. Even their dicks were identical. They were each about seven inches in length; the base of each shaft was thick but narrowed toward a tapered head, curling up a little at the end. “Well, would you two like to fuck me now?” I asked them feeling like a complete slut but not giving a damn at the moment. The boys merely nodded as they approached me. Somewhat reluctantly, Chris withdrew his slimy prick. “Hang on, cuz.” I told him. “I’m not through with you yet.” Getting up on all fours, I motioned for the twins to get in front of me and told Chris to fuck me doggie style. He seemed all too happy to comply and I groaned as I felt his massive shaft pierce me from a different angle. The twins dropped their pants and stuck their stiff rods in my face. Their nut sacks were much smaller than their big brother’s, round and tight and covered with thick pubic hair. But their dicks tasted just as sweet as I sucked first Duane’s, then Gary’s, and rapidly switching form one to the other. Since their cocks weren’t as thick as Chris’, I could swallow almost half of the shafts. As Chris rammed me from behind his strong hands squeezed and kneaded my plump ass cheeks. As I sucked Duane off, I guess Gary got impatient waiting for his turn and I felt him forcing his cock in the side of my mouth. I opened my mouth wider to accept his prick, and suddenly I had two cocks in my mouth. I looked up and the twins. They were moaning softly, stroking their cocks off as they slid them back and forth inside my mouth. They didn’t seem to mind their dicks touching, actually they seemed to enjoy the contact. Chris groaned behind me as he thrust once more inside me before pulling his cock out and squirting his load all over my back and ass. “Jesus, Chris!” Duane marveled. “You cum like a fucking fire hose!” Chris slid his oozing cock in between my tight ass cheeks for a moment, sighing with pleasure. He then clumsily lay back against the headboard of the bed, his eyes glazed with pleasure. Leaning up slowly to my knees, I grasped the twins’ pricks I slid them out of my mouth. I rubbed their purple heads together and grinned at them as they moaned and shivered. Slapping their cocks against one another a few times, I told Gary to lie down on the bed. He lay down on his back, his long penis bouncing of his stomach. Straddling his midsection, I grabbed his cock and inserted it inside me. “Ahhhh!” He cried and I was afraid for a moment he’d come. I was still, letting Gary get used the sensation of my wet cunt while I sucked his brother’s cock some more. After a second I felt Gary moving beneath me, sliding his cock up and down, slowly fucking me. I smiled down at him and saw that he was watching me suck Duane’s dripping wiener. His head was beneath and just under Duane’s legs, so he had a perfect view. I began bouncing up and down on him. I could feel some of Chris’ spunk running down the small of my back and the crack of my ass. I imagined it running onto Gary’s pounding dick, further lubricating it. He felt good inside me, but after Chris’ horse dick, I felt oddly unsatisfied. I then got an idea. “I want you to fuck me, too.” I told Duane. He looked confused for a moment, and then his face brightened, as he understood. He climbed onto the bed and got behind me. Putting his knees on each side of his brother’s splayed legs, he carefully guided his prick inside my pussy. Gary groaned beneath me as he felt his brother’s cock sliding against his own. “Goddamn!” He said. “That’s fucking tight!” It was tight, and a little painful, but it was also wonderful. The sensation of two separate dicks fucking me was incredible and I began panting again. I glanced over at Chris. He was reclined against the headboard, stroking his flaccid tool as he watched his little brothers fuck me. It didn’t take long for me to come, and I held back my moans as best I could. I felt the bed shake as Chris got up. Suddenly his half-hard organ was in my face and I found myself blindly sucking at it, my moans muffled. I was amazed as it slowly began to expand in my mouth. “Oh, I’m gonna cum!” Gary gruffly moaned beneath me. “Ah, me too!” Duane said, his thrusts sharper and more urgent. I felt each boy’s cock twitch and spurt inside me, the hot cum leaked out my pussy onto Gary’s bucking body. Without a word, Chris shot a load, much smaller than his previous two, into my mouth. I swallowed it desperately as my orgasm shook my sweating body. Exhausted, I fell onto Gary, trying to catch my breath. The twins’ slowly moved their cocks around inside me, but they were rapidly deflating. Chris collapsed to the floor, understandably spent. We laid like that for some time, our family just down the hallway completely forgotten. Eventually Duane rolled off from on top of me and stretched out on the bed. I got off Gary and laid on my back, laughing with contented pleasure. I guess family reunions weren’t so bad after all. A Family Reunion We had a wonderful family reunion last Christmas. I think it was the best we've ever had. My beautiful wife Laura and I hosted the affair. Our guests were my mother Betty, my sister Helen and her husband Ray, my daughter Debbie and her husband Frank, and my son Jack and his lovely wife Florence. Laura, Mom and Helen spent the morning in the kitchen preparing a festive dinner of roast turkey and all the trimmings. The smell of turkey roasting in the oven whetted my appetite, so I led Jack's wife Florence - we call her Flo for short - into a bedroom and ate her pussy. "I see you haven't lost your touch, Dad," Jack said, as I tongued his wife to a thigh-quivering orgasm. He and I took turns fucking her but stopped short of cumming. We wanted to save that for later. Laura stuck her head in the door and announced dinner. Jack and I pulled up our pants and hurried to the overloaded table. It was a great temptation to stuff ourselves with my wife's savory culinary creations, but, ever mindful of the real feast that was to come, we ate in moderation. Between bites of food, we caught up on everything that had happened to us since our last reunion. We all lived in different States and had almost no contact in between reunions, so there was a lot of ground to cover. After a light but satisfying meal, we gathered in the livingroom to admire the beautiful tree and open our presents. After stirring up a roaring fire in the fireplace, I passed around goblets of hard cider laced with brandy. The fiery liqueur was meant to fuel our lust and loosen our inhibitions. Most of the presents were novelty gifts. The ladies received vibrators, dildos, and whips and the men received pornographic magazines, playing cards, and videos. I received, among other things, a steel cock-ring from my daughter and, from my mother, an album of pornographic photos of her with her lovers. "These will make a nice addition to my collection of porno, Mom," I said. "Thanks very much." I had given her an enormous vibrating dildo with a note that said, "I hope this will fill up your big pussy." The photo album was passed around for all to enjoy. We spent most of the afternoon exchanging gifts and enjoying each other's company. I got the ball rolling when I said to my daughter Debbie, "Honey, did you get breast implants? Your tits look bigger than they were the last time I saw you." "They are a little bigger, Dad, but I'm still all natural." She stood in front of me and pulled her sweater up to reveal one of the sweetest pairs of tits that I had ever seen. "Maybe Frank has been fooling with them so much that they are a little swollen," I joked. "I can't blame him." I reached out and tugged on the swollen nipples. The women were soon topless and were going from man to man having their breasts examined. I played with Debbie's tits for awhile and then Mom came and sat on my lap. Even though she is close to sixty she is still very beautiful. She can have just about any man she wants, and she has had her share. Her big tits sag but not as much as you might expect. My old-fashioned mother thinks that women should have plenty of hair on their pussies. As I fondled her luxurious bush, I noticed that it was, as always, neatly groomed into a perfect triangle. Mom stroked my hair as I nursed on her big, brown nipples and worked four fingers up into her wet cunt. Soon every man was sucking on a tit. Because we had an extra pair of tits, some lucky fellow ended up with two pairs. My son Jack had his mother and his Aunt Helen standing in front of him with their big tits bunched together and was going down the line giving each nipple a hard suck. As I sucked Mom's nipples, I thought about the fucking that was to come. We never planned our orgies, preferring instead to let nature take its course, but it had become something of a tradition to start with a short lesbian workout and then for Mom to be fucked by the biggest cock. I had had that privilege for several years thanks to my nine-inch fucker. We all pitched in to clean up the wrapping paper and then blankets were spread on the floor. "Come on, girls," Helen said. "Let's show these bastards that we don't need them." After we tossed our clothing aside, the women gathered in the center of the room. It seemed almost criminal to have so much beauty gathered in one place. My wife Laura was perhaps the most beautiful. Her pretty head is perched atop a statuesque body. Raven-black hair cascades nearly to her beach-ball ass. But men have different tastes in women. Some men would probably pick my sister Helen as the fairest of them all. My petite sibling's pixie face is framed by short, curly blond hair. Her small, perky tits are the perfect size for her diminutive frame. I could use the same words to describe my adorable daughter Debbie. My daughter Flo is a big-boned farm girl with centerfold tits. Unlike my mother who believes a woman should sport a full bush, she shaves and waxes off every hair. The women were soon linked in the most beautiful Christmas wreath that I had ever seen. Mom ate Laura, who ate Helen, who ate Debbie, who ate Flo, who ate Mom. My head spins just thinking about it. It certainly wasn't the first time that my mother had sucked on my wife's pussy. She had even gone so far as to eat my fresh cum out of her. The womens' moans were muffled by each other's pussies. We men slowly jacked our cocks as we gawked at the spectacle. The object of the lesbian performance was to get us men as randy as possible, and it was working. "I'm ready for a cock," Mom said. As the family matriarch, she usually got her way. All of the women except Mom broke free of the chain and found a lap to sit on and a cock to toy with. I spread Mom's legs, mounted her, and drove my eight-inch cock into the very canal that I had emerged from forty years earlier. She was fifty-nine years old and was still as tight as most women half her age. I buried half of my cock with a hard thrust, then eased the rest of it in. I lay heavily on top of her for awhile and savored the feel of her body quivering against mine. I couldn't help wondering if she was still capable of reaching orgasm. She was certainly very wet - a good sign - but that could have been from the cunnilingus. The others respectfully watched as I serviced Mom. No doubt they were also wondering if there was any sensitivity left in her clit. Was her G-spot still in good working order? I was encouraged when I felt the walls of her pussy begin to sweat. I raised myself high enough to slide a hand between our bodies and searched for her clit. It was as hard as a marble! "She's got a hard-on," I announced. I picked up the pace and she responded, her belly coming up to meet mine. The sound of my taught belly slapping against her slightly flabby belly echoed off the walls. "WHAP..WHAP..WHAP..WHAP." Her moans and groans encouraged me to work harder. I used my cock like a crowbar to pry at the walls of her pussy. The head of my cock tracked down her G-spot the way a drug dog sniffs out a stash. I tormented that sensitive spot without mercy. She chewed on her lip and clawed at the blanket beneath her. "Oh, yes, that's nice, son. I've never had a better fucker than you. Oh, yes. HUH..HUH..HUH..HUH..I'M CUMMING! SHOVE THAT BIG COCK INTO ME HARDER. OH MY GAWD! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" The others cheered as Mom convulsed beneath me. She bucked so violently that she nearly tossed me aside. Even my full weight on her couldn't pin her down. Mom's strong orgasm was an omen of things to come. I continued pumping her sloppy cunt to keep her orgasm going, but all good things must come to an end, and she eventually went limp beneath me. Only then, when she was fully serviced, did I allow myself the ultimate pleasure. I pulled my cock out and drenched her belly and tits with a load worthy of Secretariat. The others applauded the display of virility. Gasping for air, I collapsed on her soft, wet body. The others hurried off to the bedroom to begin the orgy. After I caught my breath, I helped Mom to her feet and led her to join the others. "My God, Son, you came like a horse," Mom praised. "Have you been saving it up?" Mom loved the feel of cum running down her body and made no attempt to clean herself. "I saved up for a week, Mom. I hope I didn't let it all go in one shot." She laughed and squeezed my balls. "No, it feels like you still have plenty of juice left in these." Our two queen-size beds wouldn't have been enough for all nine of us so I had brought in two additional mattresses and placed them on the floor. The arrangement gave all nine of us adequate space for fucking and sleeping. After making Mom comfortable on a mattress, I went directly to my beautiful sister and rubbed my semi-hard cock across her glossy lips. "I'm surprised you have any hard left after that volley you just fired," she said, as she stroked my slippery cock with both hands. "It looks like Mom is still as juicy as a peach," she said with a grin. Then she took my cock into her warm, wet mouth. If cock sucking were an Olympic event, my beautiful sister would win a gold medal. She kept her mouth very wet, and that is the key to a great blow job. She pressed her tongue hard up against the underside of my cock forcing it against her palate. When she pulled off, she sucked so hard that it felt as though her mouth was collapsing around my cock. "How about gobbling the head for old time's sake, Sis?" I asked. I felt her throat muscles relax and then I was all the way in. Her husband Ray was standing next to us with his cock in my daughter's mouth. He chuckled when he saw what I was getting from his wife. "She swallows mine easily, but I didn't think she could handle one as thick as yours," he said. "I'm really impressed." Helen looked up at me through her clear blue eyes and said, "If you want me to keep going, it will have to be mutual." I don't know why I hadn't thought of it myself. "Sixty-nine, everybody," I said. Within seconds, four couples were performing sixty-nine on the two beds. I stuffed my tongue as far up my sister's pussy as I could get it. A moan sent vibrations through her tongue to my cock. Five minutes passed and then someone called for a partner change. Helen moved away and I watched another pussy descend on my mouth. I recognized it immediately as my daughter's neatly-pruned cunt. The two symmetrical labia were drawn close together as though to protect her fuck-hole. She had removed all of the hair from the clit down and had shaved the hair above it into a heart shape. I got a whiff of honeysuckle as she pressed the hairless lips against mine. My highly-sexed daughter sucked my cock with almost as much skill as my sister had. Proficiency in the art of fellatio apparently runs in the family. By the time my daughter Flo mounted me, I was struggling to keep the floodgates closed. Judging by the moans, the others were, too. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mom watching and masturbating on one of the floor mattresses. She crawled toward us to join in the fun and games, buried her face in Flo's butt and rimmed her puckered ass-hole. After a few minutes, she went down the line and treated all of the women to the same perversion. We ended up with our original partners, in my case, my darling sister. I warned her as she mounted me that my load would soon be coating her tongue. "Let it fly," she said. As I worked my tongue around in her slick honey pot, Mom returned and rimmed her again. Her constantly-moving chin rubbed against my nose as she attempted to work her tongue into her daughter's ass. A tongue in her pussy and another in her ass was more than Helen could bear and she went off like the Fourth of July. The room was filled with moans and groans as we all went off. The head of my cock was down Helen's throat when I shot my load. The first couple of squirts probably went straight to her stomach. She quickly pulled back so she could savor the taste of my sex-juice. We rolled apart and, as soon as we were able to speak coherently, congratulated each other on our first group orgasm. As we rested and the women boasted about how many orgasms they had had, I was reminded that, in one very important way, women are far superior than men - they can have an unlimited number of orgasms. I was very pleased with my prowess and I could see that the other men were just as proud of theirs. We had done our duty as cocksmen. We returned to the livingroom to have hot toddies in front of the fireplace. We shamelessly played with ourselves as we sipped and talked. I knew something was up when the women huddled in a corner for a discussion. The giggling women broke the huddle and Mom made an announcement. "We have decided to have a fucking contest. We're going to line up and then you'll all take turns with us. Give us one-hundred pokes and then move to the next woman. After everyone has cum, we'll go into the other room and take a vote. Then we'll announce the winner." The eager sluts went to their backs on the blankets. At one end was my mother, and next to her, my wife and daughter. My sister and daughter lay at the other end. As the oldest male, I had the right to be first. I decided to start with my mother, even though I had already fucked her once. She smiled up at me as I mounted her, and, as always, grabbed my cock and guided it into her warm, wet cunt. I delivered one-hundred thrusts, each from a different angle and to a different depth. I refer to the technique as "finesse fucking". No two strokes must be alike. When properly done, even the frostiest woman will have an orgasm. Mom was huffing and puffing by the time I delivered the final thrust. As I mounted my wife, my son Jack came forward and took my place on his grandmother. Jack was also an aficionado of finesse fucking, and he soon had his partner gasping for joy. One hundred strokes later and I moved to the next woman in line. My brother Ray now joined in the fuck-fest by mounting my mother. The women were soon hissing like snakes and babbling incoherently. The "WHAP..WHAP..WHAP" of four pairs of bellies slapping together echoed off the walls. We continued switching partners after every hundred thrusts. All of the women reached orgasm by the end of one cycle, then the men began to shoot their loads and the fucking got sloppy. I managed to outlast everyone by making it through six complete cycles, or about three-thousand thrusts. I confess that I was somewhat winded after that workout. When the women recovered from their orgasms, they went into the bedroom to vote for the best lover. My mother soon emerged and came toward me with a smile on her pretty face. "It was unanimous, Son. You were the best. You really know how to use that big cock of yours. As your reward, we're all going down on you at the same time." She dropped to her knees and took my semi-hard tool in her mouth. As she sucked, the others went to their knees in a semi-circle and patiently waited their turns. The other men watched with envy as the women passed my cock around. They all were superb cock-suckers, each with a different style. When I was in one mouth, I would think to myself, "This one is the best," but then when I switched, I would think, "No, this one is the best." It was like eating from a box of assorted chocolates; each piece is delicious in its own way. I told them about my dilemma and said, "The only way to determine who is the best is to see who can pull my cork." A few minutes later, Mom's persistent lips pulled my cork and my champagne shot into her mouth. She swallowed every tasty drop. "Mom, I may be the best fucker," I said, "but you are the best cock-sucker." We played with each other for another hour or so, then, with our appetite for sex temporarily sated, we returned to the groaning board for turkey and giblet dressing. Over the next three days, someone was openly having sex at any given time. As we became more and more jaded, we became more adventurous. Daisy chains and clusters became the order of the day. One of our most ambitious projects involved each of us having some sexual contact with as many others as possible. If you could only see the pictures we took of those elaborate clusters, I'm sure you would agree that we took pornography to a new level. My guess is that we will go even farther at our next reunion on the Fourth of July. A Family Reunion Chapter One: The Journey Martin glanced across at Helen, his wife. She was curled up next to him as he drove, her legs drawn up under herself. He smiled to himself, thinking as always how lovely she looked, how sexy. He just knew that this was going to be a great holiday. They were on their way to meet up with their children, but would be breaking the journey at a hotel tonight. As Martin drove, he thought about the kids, and of the holiday to come. The children – Tim, Dave and Chloe - would all arrive at the lodge today, and they would join them tomorrow. They hadn’t all been together, except for the odd few days, for three years – ever since Tim went off to university. He was now 23, and had finished his degree in Biochemistry. He would be starting work abroad in a month’s time. Chloe was almost 20, and Dave was 21. The two younger children had just finished their first and second years at University – Chloe was studying to be a Science teacher, while Dave was aiming at a career in Law. They had booked to stay at an exclusive lakeside lodge for two weeks, a time for the family to relax and enjoy each other’s company before the children really got on with the rest of their lives. Martin heard Helen stir, and glanced over at her again. Her eyes were open now, and she smiled at him – that wonderful “I love you” smile that never failed to send a sensual shiver down his spine. She stretched her arms out above her head as best she could in the confined space of the station wagon. Her breasts thrust upwards, pressing her large, upstanding nipples into the thin material of her vest top. Helen had a wonderful body, still firm and supple, and yet soft and curvy, even though she had had three children, and was now in her early forties - a few years younger than him. His cock stirred in his jeans as he watched her out of the corner of his eye. Without taking his eyes off the road, he reached a hand out and held her breast. She laughed at the unexpected attention, and pushed his hand away, telling him to concentrate on the road. Helen opened a can of coke and took a sip before passing to Martin. They drove on in silence for the next few miles, sharing the coke and a few sweets that Helen had dug out from her bag. As he covered the last few miles to the hotel, Martin thought about Helen. They had met when they were both at College, and had married very soon afterwards. Tim had come along exactly ten months after the wedding – not exactly planned, but very welcome. They had always enjoyed each other, especially over the last few years when having less responsibility for the children had given them a new lease of life. As they pulled into the hotel car park, Martin smiled as he thought of the fun they would have tonight. Helen caught his look, and asked him what he was smiling at. “You’ll soon see,” was all he would say as he parked the car. Helen smiled back at, understanding straight away. A soon as they had unhooked their seat belts, Helen slid across to him. They held each other and kissed. What started as a lingering, loving kiss soon became much more as he ran his tongue between her lips, and into her mouth. He cupped her breast again, rubbing her nipple through her top, as she sucked on his tongue, drawing it deep into her mouth. She rubbed the bulge in the front of his jeans, feeling his hardness, before easing away from him. “I think we’d better book in,” she whispered, her voice husky as it always was when she was aroused. They quickly climbed out of the car. Martin grabbed their overnight bag out of the back, and took Helen’s hand, leading her across the car park and into reception. As they walked towards the desk, Helen glanced at their reflection in the mirrored wall. The bulge in Martin’s jeans was more than obvious – as were her erect nipples. “Who cares?” she thought mischievously, amazed as always at the instant effect they could have on each other. The receptionist was a pretty young blonde, who took an instant liking to Martin – and instant disliking to Helen. She had noticed Helen’s top straightaway. Helen looked her in the eye, and then deliberately drew her eyes slowly down to the front of Martin’s jeans. The blonde followed, then blushed and quickly looked away. Helen took Martin’s arm in hers as they booked in, and then quickly led the way to the lifts, anxious to be alone. They were alone in the lift, and fell into each other’s arms, oblivious to the CCTV camera as their hands roamed hungrily over each other’s bodies, and as their tongues explored. They broke apart reluctantly as the lift reached the eighth floor. They quickly found their room, and stumbled inside, Martin kicking the door closed behind them. They kissed passionately, wantonly, eager for each other. Martin ran his hands down Helen’s back, cupping her rounded buttocks in his hands and pulling her tight to him. She pushed her hips forward, rubbing herself against his hard cock, hungry to feel him against her. He moved his hands upwards, and held the hem of her top, pulling it gently up her body and over her head. Her breasts bounced free, her nipples erect and ripe for sucking. He reached for her heavy breasts, marvelling at their texture as he kissed her again. She pushed his hands away, and quickly undid his shirt. Now she ran her hands over his body, feeling the muscles beneath the surface of his broad chest, running her fingers through the hairs that ran down towards the base of his belly. They kissed again, Helen’s breasts crushed between them, her nipples poking at his chest. Martin dropped to his knees and cupped her breasts. He felt their weight, their firmness. He licked one of her big nipples, sucking the pointed tip into his mouth. She held his head to her, feeding him, enjoying his attention, feeling the wetness in her pussy. He sucked on one nipple, and then the other, loving the rubbery feel of them in his mouth, the erotic taste of them. He ran his hands over the smooth skin of her back, and down to her skirt. He reached for the zip, and then watched as Helen wiggled her hips and pushed her skirt down. She laughed as he gasped at her nakedness, surprising him with her lack of underwear. He leant forward quickly, and ran his tongue up her pussy, delving into her wetness. She held his head to her briefly, enjoying his tongue on her, loving what he did to her. But then she pushed him away, and pulled him to his feet. She reached for the buttons on his jeans, quickly undid them, and pulled his cock out. As always, his size took her breath away. His cock was long, very long, and thick with it. She held it in both hands, pulling his foreskin back to expose his bulbous cock head. She ran a finger along the prominent veins and whispered to him. “Fuck me – quickly.” She moved to the bed, lying down naked as Martin pulled his jeans and underwear off. He knelt between her outstretched legs and entered her quickly, sliding his full length into her in one steady stroke, opening up her hot, wet pussy. Helen moaned softly at the pleasure of his cock, of her pussy being opened up and filled by him. Martin shrugged his shirt off, and put his hands each side of Helen, bending to kiss her as he slid easily in and out of her wetness. He paused with his cock barely touching her pussy, just the end of him inside her. She pulled him to her, her breasts squashed between them. She kissed him urgently as he drove his cock into her again. He fucked her hard and fast, sensing that was what she wanted, what he wanted. Helen cried out as his cock drove into her time and time again, stretching her, filling her. Her cries echoed around the room as she came, her juices washing around his cock as he pressed himself deep inside her, as he held still for a few seconds, her pussy holding him tight. He pulled back slightly, and straightened his arms, lifting himself off her body. He pushed forward with his hips, driving his cock back inside her. She cried out again as he fucked her. Martin watched her breasts bouncing as she drove into her. He cried out as his cum exploded into her, his cries mixing with hers as she came again, ripples of pleasure running through her. They rolled onto their sides, their damp bodies still pressed together, and kissed, satisfied for now. Still holding each other, they dozed off as Martin’s cock slipped slowly from Helen’s body. ****************************** Chapter Two: Chloe’s Arrival The sun felt so hot as Chloe got out of the taxi, and leant back inside to pay the driver. She grabbed her bag and crossed the drive to the lodge. She glanced around as the taxi drove away. There was no one to be seen – the place was totally peaceful, just what she needed after a hectic year. She opened the door with the passkey they had each been sent, and stepped inside. The interior felt cool after the heat of the journey. She dropped her bag on the hall floor and called out. There was no response, so she assumed she was the first to arrive. Chloe wasn’t really surprised at this, as she had got a much earlier train than planned. She wandered around downstairs. The hallway opened out into a huge lounge area, with a long glass wall overlooking the garden and lake. Another door led through to the kitchen, with an adjoining breakfast room. There was also a more formal dining room. Across the other side of the hall a door led through to a TV room. There were also two sets of stairs. One led downstairs to a games room, complete with a pool table, while the other led upstairs. The whole effect was of a bright, airy and very luxurious holiday lodge. Grabbing her bag, Chloe made her way upstairs. As she was first there, she thought that she might as well grab the best room! The stairs led to a large galleried landing, with doors off to the bedrooms and bathrooms. The first bedroom was massive, with a huge bed and luxurious en-suite bathroom. “Best leave that to Mum and Dad,” she said out loud, smiling at the thought of what fun they’d have in there. Her parent’s active sex life was a bit of a standing joke between Chloe and her brothers. The other bedrooms were all large, two with a double bed each, while the final bedroom was a little larger with two beds. There were also two other bathrooms. Chloe chose the larger of the other bedrooms, and started to unpack. She then stripped down to her underwear, thinking that a nice soak in the bath would do her good. She felt hot after her journey – and very randy. Perhaps a bath would cool her off a bit. She glanced in the large full-length mirror that covered a fair amount of one wall. “Not bad,” she thought, admiring herself closely. Chloe knew that she looked good. “Very sexy,” she murmured to herself, doing a little twirl in front of the mirror. All she was wearing was a tiny lace bra and thong set that showed off her fit young body to perfection. She was tanned a lovely golden brown, the tan covering just about everywhere thanks to some nude sunbathing in a discrete part of the garden at the house she shared with three other students. She reached up and pulled the clip from the back of her head, shaking her long blonde hair loose so that it fell over her shoulders. She ran her hands over her flat, toned stomach and up to her breasts, cupping them softly, looking closely at herself in the mirror. Her breasts were firm, and a good size. Her nipples were very sensitive, and were already starting to become erect, and clearly visible through her lacy bra. “God, I wish they were bigger,” she said to herself, thinking of her Mum’s big breasts, and how she had always admired them. She turned and looked at her ass in the mirror. Her bum was tight, very firm, and was naked apart from the thin white material of her thong – and even that was disappearing between her cheeks. Her legs were long and shapely, everything fitting together very well. “Sexy girl,” she told herself, cupping her breasts again. This time she rubbed her nipples softly, and sighed out loud. She ran the flat of one hand over her stomach and into the top of her thong. Her skin felt so smooth. She pushed her hand further into her thong, over her short hair, rubbing her clit lightly before feeling her wetness. Her fingers touched the chain that was connected to the two small balls she had slipped inside herself this morning. She went to the bed and lay back, propped up against the pile of pillows. She held her breasts again, caressing them gently, feeling the tension and frustrations of the last few days easing away. She thought about yesterday. Chloe had been out sunbathing naked, when she had sensed someone watching her. She had taken her time in looking, but then quickly realised that it was the next-door neighbours son. She guessed that he was in his mid twenties, and often popped around to see his parents. “I wish he’d pop round to see me,” she’d muttered to herself, conscious of that incessant “itch” in her pussy that badly needed satisfied. But she’d had to make do with bringing herself off, her fingers spending most of the night inside her pussy. After an almost sleepless night, she’d even woken up with them there, buried deep inside her pussy, her thighs wet with her juices. And that was why she’d popped the balls into her pussy, and got an earlier train. But things had got hot again on the train. At first, the train had been quite busy. But once the early morning commuters had got off, it was relatively empty. She was left sitting opposite a hunk of a man in his thirties. He was dressed casually, and didn’t seem able to draw his eyes away from her breasts. The air conditioning had perked up her nipples so that they were clearly visible through her bra and blouse. She knew that she looked good, and quickly felt that “itch” again. Chloe looked at him, and at the bulge in his trousers. Her pussy started to moisten as she became more and more aware of his looks, and of the motion of the train moving the balls inside her pussy. Although it wasn’t normally her thing, sex on a train with a complete stranger was suddenly very appealing. But then, with a smile, he got up and left, just as the train pulled into the next stop, leaving her hot and frustrated again. “Time to do something about it then,” Chloe thought to herself, rubbing her breasts harder. She sat up and undid her bra, and quickly eased her thong down her legs. Naked, she sat back against the pillows, holding her breasts, tweaking and pinching her nipples, enjoying the pleasure that sent through her. One hand slid lower, to her pussy. She teased her clit, rubbing the firm nub of sensitive flesh with a smooth circular motion, speeding up her actions as her pleasure became more intense. She pulled the balls from her pussy with her other hand, quickly replacing them with her fingers as her juices flowed out of her. She pushed her fingers deep inside herself frantically, fucking herself with them. Waves of pleasure washed through her as her fingers on her clit, and in her pussy, quickly brought her to orgasm. The heat rose through her body as she came, her cries filling the room. ****************************** Chapter Three: The First Time Tim let himself into the lodge. The drive down had been much longer then he had hoped, so he felt quite tense. But as he looked around at the surroundings, he knew that he would soon relax. There didn’t seem to be anyone else around, so he wandered into the large lounge area, and pulled open one of the huge patio doors that formed the glass wall. Outside was a patio, with all the usual furniture. At the far end, off to one side, was an outdoor hot tub and Jacuzzi. Between the lodge and the hot tub was a smaller building, accessible from the lodge and the patio. He glanced inside to see a sauna and a small changing room. He walked down onto the grass. This stretched down about fifty yards to the edge of the lake, the wide lawn lined with trees. We walked down to the lakes edge. There was a small landing stage, with six or so small canoes, and a couple of larger boats. He spotted a small island about a hundred yards out into the lake. The water of the lake shimmered in the bright sun. It really was the most beautiful of locations – and so peaceful. As he looked around, he realised that he couldn’t see any other buildings - or people - at all. The lodge really was very secluded. Tim walked back up to the patio, towards the hot tub. He saw that it was already switched on. “Why not?” he thought to himself, as he started to strip off his clothes, leaving them strewn across the patio. He found the switch for the spa, and climbed in just as the bubbles surged to the surface. He sank down, feeling the tension of his journey easing. He sat in the pool, sinking low into the water so that just his head was showing, letting the bubbles surge around his naked body. His cock hung loose between his legs, swaying as the water washed around him. As he tried to relax, he became more and more conscious of what the moving water was doing to him. His cock was noticeably harder already. Eventually, he couldn’t resist any longer and reached under the water to stroke his cock. He slipped his hand along his length, feeling his cock rising. He started to wank slowly, pulling his skin right back. He thought about his girlfriend Vicki as he wanked. She was due to visit in a few days time. He smiled again as he thought about last night. Reluctantly, he let go of his cock, deciding to hold out until he saw her again. With a wry smile to himself, he switched the spa off, and climbed out, shaking as much water off himself as he could. Grabbing his clothes, he went back inside. He found his bag in the hallway, and headed towards the stairs. As he stepped onto the stairs, he heard a cry. He stopped and listened, but couldn’t hear anything. He started up the stairs again, and then heard it. A moan. A soft, drawn out moan. He quickly moved to the top of the stairs and put his bag down. He moved towards the noise. The bedroom door was slightly ajar. Tim pushed it open softly, and stepped inside. He gasped at what he saw. Chloe was naked on the bed, clearly playing with herself, her fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy, her other hand on her clit. Her eyes were shut, her chest flushed, her back arched as she came, her juices spilling onto her hands and thighs. Tim stepped back, not able to take his eyes off his little sister. He was awed by her beauty, by her sexuality. His cock was rock hard, jutting out in front of him. He automatically reached for it, stroking it. Chloe lay back with a sigh, her fingers still inside her pussy. She knew that Tim was there, knew that he was watching her. She opened her eyes, and glanced at herself in the mirror. She loved the effect an orgasm had on her, the wanton, used look it gave her, the redness across her breasts. She knelt up and moved to the end of the bed, closer to the mirror. She slid one, then two, fingers back inside her pussy, slipping them in and out slowly, savouring the sensations and pleasure she was giving herself. Her other hand was on her breasts, caressing them, rubbing her nipples, showing off to Tim. Tim watched her closely, hardly daring to breath, his cock still in his hand. He knew he had to get out of there, but how? He moved his foot back slightly. The creak of the floorboard was like a rifle shot. This time Chloe looked up, feigning surprise with a scream. Tim wanted to rush over to her, to reassure her, but it was as if his feet here stuck to the floor. They stared at each other, Chloe still with her fingers inside her pussy, Tim with his hand on his cock. Chloe reacted first, already knowing what she wanted, what she needed. She pulled her fingers out slowly, and looked at her juices on them. Slowly, and very deliberately, she moved her hand up to her mouth and sucked each finger in turn. She heard Tim groan. She turned to face him, holding her arms out to him. A Family Reunion Tim stepped across the room, his cock bouncing in front of him. Chloe looked him up and down, taking in his lean, strong body, his hard cock, his heavy balls. She lay back on the bed, and held her arms out to him again. He knelt at the end of the bed, hesitating for only a second as he took in the sight of his naked sisters beautiful body. He moved between her outstretched legs, his cock moving closer to her pussy. Her open slit stared up at him, the wet pinkness inviting him to do more. He moved forward, watching his cock head disappearing into her. He pushed harder. They both groaned as his whole cock slipped deep inside her. Chloe pulled his head down to her, and kissed him, reassuring him that everything was all right. Her tongue licked along his lips, opening them so that she could invade his mouth. She pulled him tighter to him, his wet body slipping against hers. His hips jerked as he instinctively began to pump into her, his mind still having difficulty in taking everything in. Chloe began to move her hips to meet his, their need overtaking everything else as their bodies moved rhythmically together, moving faster and faster. Tim came first, unable to hold back any longer as his balls seemed to fill up, and then send his cum pumping into his sister. “Don’t stop,” she cried as she felt his cum explode into her. He fucked her harder, their hips moving together. She clawed at his bum, dragging him deeper into her. He dipped his head and sucked on her nipple, sucking it hard into his mouth. She pulled him harder to her, holding his cock deep inside herself as she came, her orgasm rushing through her body, her pussy pulsing and throbbing around him. He gazed down in wonderment as he watched her, as he watched her cum. He slumped against her. They kissed each other softly, knowing that things would never be the same again, knowing that they both wanted more – much more. ****************************** Chapter Four: Waking Up Helen woke up first. She eased Martin’s arm from around her, and got up to go to the bathroom. She glanced at the clock as she passed. It would soon be time for dinner. When she came back to the bedroom, Martin had turned over and was lying on his front, his head resting on his arms. She stopped in the doorway and looked at him. His legs still looked muscular, his hips narrow. She smiled to herself at the sight of his small bum, very white compared to the rest of him. His back looked strong, widening out to his broad shoulders. He sighed as he rolled over onto his back, his eyes still shut. His deep chest rose and fell as he breathed. She ran her eyes down across his stomach, stopping inevitably at his cock. Helen had slept with only a few men before she met Martin. She had also slept with a few more since, when they had gone through a brief – but very exciting – “swinging” stage a few years ago. But she had never seen a cock as big as Martin’s. It was both long and thick, and she loved it. But she smiled to herself now as she looked at it, curled up in its bed of hair. She moved quietly to the side of the bed, and knelt down. Leaning forward, she kissed the tip of his limp cock, before sucking it gently into her mouth. Martin responded immediately, stirring in his sleep as his cock began to grow. Greedily Helen sucked more of him into her hot mouth, eager to feel as much of him inside her as she could before he grew too much. She loved to feel his cock growing and hardening as she sucked him. Easing his cock out of her mouth, she ran her tongue around the head, concentrating on the sensitive ridge between his cock head and his thick shaft. As Martin began to wake up, she licked along his length, leaving wet trails up and down his cock. She lapped at his heavy balls as she stroked him, peeling his foreskin back as she repeatedly stroked him. Martin groaned with pleasure, and reached for her, pulling onto the bed on top of him. They kissed, their bodies pressed together, their tongues playing. Helen ground her pussy against his cock, feeling his hardness pressing into her tender flesh. She turned around, sliding her body against his, drawing his cock back into her mouth as Martin reached up to run his hands over her ass, pulling her dripping pussy onto his mouth as he did so. As Helen sucked on his cock, taking just the head into her mouth, Martin ran his tongue into her pussy, easing her lips apart as he probed inside, sucking her juices from her. Helen pulled his foreskin back, holding him tight and sucking on his tip, rubbing the tip of her tongue into the small hole. She cupped his balls in her other hand, squeezing them, massaging them. He moaned into her pussy as he kissed her, and fucked her with his muscular tongue. He teased her clit, and ran his finger between her cheeks, rubbing her softly. She wanked and sucked him harder, as he concentrated on her sensitive clit. They cried out again as they came, sharing their pleasure, feeding each other their cum as their orgasms ran through their bodies. Helen turned around again, and cuddled up to Martin. She just knew that this was going to be a great holiday. They laughed and talked for a while, enjoying each others company as always, wondering if the children had started to arrive at the lodge. After a rest they started to get ready for dinner. Helen went through to the bathroom, while Martin got some clothes out of their overnight bag. When he joined Helen in the bathroom, his cock lurched immediately at the view. Helen was bent over the sink, rinsing her face in fresh water. Her rounded bum was facing him, her still wet pussy peeking out between her thighs. Her full breasts were hanging towards the sink, her prominent nipples clearly erect. Helen saw him in the mirror, saw what she was doing to him. She smiled at him in the mirror, and wiggled her bum in invitation. “Quickly my love,” she told him. He crossed the last few steps towards her, his cock now fully erect. Carefully he guided himself towards her, slipping smoothly between her thighs and into her pussy. He reached for her breasts, cupping them, feeling their weight in his hands, rubbing and squeezing her nipples. He slid his cock deep inside her, both of them sighing with pleasure as Helen’s pussy stretched to accommodate him, her pussy holding him tight. He fucked her firmly, driving his cock in deeper with each strong thrust. Helen reached down and rubbed his cock, feeling her juices on him as he moved in and out of her. She rubbed her clit, easing them both towards another climax. It didn’t take long, as their pleasure built on top of that they had enjoyed only a few minutes before. With soft cries they both came – Helen first, and then Martin seconds later, his cum filling once more. She turned and reached up to put her arms around his neck, his cock slipping out of her with a “pop”. She kissed him lovingly, their bodies pressed together. They eventually broke apart, smiling at each other. This time they did get dressed, suddenly very hungry. ****************************** Chapter Five: The Adventure Continues Chloe, Tim and Dave were sat around the breakfast bar eating. Dave hadn’t long arrived, having had to take his final exam that morning, before catching his train. Tim had picked him up from the station an hour ago. While he was gone, Chloe had looked through the freezer to see what she could rustle up for them to eat. They ate mostly in silence, all of them hungry. Tim was lost in thought, thinking back to earlier. He expected to be feeling guilty – about Vicki, about his sister. But he didn’t – being with Chloe had felt so right. They’d made love again just before he had gone to get Dave. This time is was like they were lovers, their passion building slowly and deliberately, both of them knowing exactly what they were doing, what they wanted. Chloe looked across at Tim, a very knowing look on her face. Dave caught the look, and wondered what was going on. Something was different, something had changed, but he didn’t know what. Once they had finished eating, they took the rest of the bottle of wine they had opened through to the TV room, and sat around chatting. As Tim and Chloe told him about the lodge, Dave decided that a soak in the hot tub was what he needed to ease away the tension of the day. While Dave went through to the changing rooms, Chloe started to clear up after the meal. Much to her annoyance, Tim decided that washing up wasn’t for him and escaped upstairs to unpack. The changing rooms were as plush as everything else about the lodge, and Dave spent a few minutes looking around before undressing. He put on some trunks he‘d found in the changing room, before wrapping a towel around his waist and heading out onto the patio. It was starting to get dark, so the floodlights came on immediately. With a glance around the gardens, he dropped his towel, and quickly got in the tub. Lying back in the hot water, he shut his eyes and started to relax for the first time that day. Tim watched him from the landing window, on his way back from the bathroom. He could almost see the tension easing from his brother’s body as his shoulders relaxed. He was pleased for him – Dave really felt the pressure of exams, so coming straight to the lodge was probably a good thing. Although one thing worried Tim a bit – had Dave sensed something between him and Chloe? Just as he was about to turn away, Tim spotted someone else on the patio. It was Chloe, now wearing her white terry-towelling gown. She was heading towards the hot tub, undoing the ribbon that held her hair up as she walked. He saw Dave open his eyes, and smile, saying something to her. Chloe started to climb the few steps into the hot tub, before pausing at the top. She loosened the belt that held her gown together, and shrugged the gown off her shoulders. It fell to the floor around her feet. She was naked. Dave gasped, his eyes opening wide. He stared at her, taking in her beauty, her tanned, young body. His cock hardened as he looked at her. At her high, firm breasts. At her nipples, at the way they seemed to turn upwards, at how hard they were. At her smooth stomach, and rounded hips. At her long, shapely legs. At the short hair at the base of her belly, that seemed to be no more than a smudge against her tanned skin, and that barely hid the outline of her pussy. She turned, climbing slowly down the steps into the tub. Dave stared as she rolled her ass from side to side as she moved. Her pussy peeked out briefly from between her legs. His mouth was dry, his cock rigid and fighting to escape from his trunks. Tim watched in awe from the window as Chloe gave this little show, before sinking into the bubbling water. She sat facing Dave as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, her arms stretched out along the edge of the tub. As the surface of the water moved with the bubbles, her breasts were exposed to Dave, just as she intended. Chloe looked at her youngest brother. After a few moments of doubt as she crossed the patio, she now knew exactly what she wanted. She hadn’t set out to seduce Tim earlier, but once she had realised he was watching her, she had known that she had to have him. And now she wanted Dave. After chatting for a while, she moved around the tub to sit closer to him. Dave looked on a little nervously as she came closer. He had never known his sister to be so open. His cock throbbed painfully, reminding him of the times last summer when he had been home for a few weeks, and had secretly watched her in the shower, and the effect that had had on him. Tim watched her move around the tub. He rubbed the bulge in the front of his shorts, wishing he could hear them. He quickly made a decision, and rushed along the landing and into the bedroom Dave was using. This overlooked the patio. Silently, he eased the window open. He was just in time. “That looks uncomfortable,” Chloe was saying, her hand now under the swirling water. Dave gasped as Chloe ran her fingers along the ridge of his cock, touching him through the thin material of his trunks. And then he groaned out loud as she deftly pulled the front of his trunks down, and eased his cock out. Now it was Chloe’s turn to gasp as she began to fully appreciate the cock in her hand. Dave was quite tall and lean, and his cock seemed to mirror that. While not particularly thick, his length more than made up for this. She stroked along his cock, remembering that he had been circumcised as a young boy, relishing the difference this made as her hand moved up and down. Dave was in turmoil. He wanted his sister so badly, all the feelings from last summer, that he thought he had got over, boiling to the surface. He twisted towards her as she pulled his cock out and began stroking him. His body felt as though it was on fire, and he knew at last what he wanted. Tim watched as Dave turned, and pulled Chloe to him. They kissed - a long, passionate kiss that clearly left them breathless when they eventually broke apart. Without taking his eyes off his brother and sister, he quickly pushed his shorts and underwear down to his thighs, and reached for his cock. As he wanked himself slowly, he watched Dave stand up and push his trunks off. Sitting back down, Chloe straddled his lap and kissed him again. Chloe rocked her body, rubbing her aching pussy along Dave’s gorgeous cock while she kissed him, her tongue exploring his mouth slowly but thoroughly. As their lips parted, she sat up straighter, raising her breasts towards his mouth. Dave dipped his head and drew a ripe nipple into his mouth. He pulled his sister tighter to him, sucking hard on her, tasting her, his hands roaming over her delicious body. Chloe’s moans of delight filled the air. Dave reached around her as he moved from one nipple to the other, caressing her ass, and then slipping one hand lower as she lifted her body up. Her bum was out of the water now, and he slid a finger underneath her to her pussy, immediately feeling her hot wetness, her desire. He pushed a finger inside, sucking her nipple and finger fucking her pussy to the same rhythm as she pressed herself hard to him. Tim slowed down his wanking, not wanting to cum too soon, as he watched Chloe and Dave stand up and embrace. Dave pushed his hips forward, pressing his cock against Chloe. They broke apart, and Chloe bent over, leaning against the side of the tub, looking over her shoulder at Dave. Her heart shaped ass was pointing upwards, her pussy on show between her thighs, a clear invitation to Dave. Tim watched his brother, automatically comparing his brother’s long cock to his own shorter, thicker one. Dave moved behind Chloe, his cock jutting out in front of him. He held her hips, and slid his cock easily inside her. He moaned as she swallowed him up, taking him deep inside her. She gasped as his cock slid deeper inside her than anything she’d ever experienced. He fucked her slowly at first, reaching around her with one hand to cup her breast. As she got used to him, she pushed her hips back. He responded by fucking her harder and faster, driving his cock into her. Without thinking he pinched her nipple. She cried out in pain – and in pleasure. He pinched her again, feeling her hips pushing back against him. Chloe couldn’t believe the pleasure tearing through her, especially when Dave had pinched her. She wanted more, and pushed her hips back, taking yet more of his cock into her pussy. She could feel and hear her juices squelching from her as Dave drove his cock into her, her juices running down her thighs to mix with the water still on her body. Tim heard their cries echoing across the patio, his hand a blur as he wanked furiously. He heard Chloe cry out even louder as Dave’s hand came down on her cheek, smacking her. Chloe stopped still momentarily, stunned by the unexpected smack, by the unexpected pleasure. “Again,” she urged him, more excited than ever. Tim cried out for the first time, his sounds mixing with theirs, as Dave’s hand came down on Chloe’s bare ass again. Through his pleasure, Dave heard another noise, different to those on the patio. He looked up, and saw his brother watching them from the window, his cock in his hand. He reached forward and pulled Chloe’s hair, forcing her eyes upwards. She spotted Tim straightaway. They all watched each other as Dave pounded into Chloe, while Tim jerked off, all of their bodies on fire. Tim came first, his cum arcing out in a jet to hit the window. Dave cried out as his balls seemed to reach bursting point, and his cum erupted into his sister. Chloe screamed as her pleasure peaked, and she felt Dave’s red hot cum – firstly in her hungry pussy, and then across her bum and back as he pulled out and wanked his cum onto her. He slammed his long cock back into her, and pulled her upright, twisting her head so that they could kiss. They separated slowly, his cock slipping from her. Looking up, Tim was gone. They hugged, pressing their bodies close together. Tim, now naked, joined them. They sunk into tub the together, Chloe between her two brothers’s, all three of them sure that life would never be the same again. ****************************** Chapter six: After Dinner They sat close together at dinner, tucked away in the corner of a restaurant just along the road from the hotel. They had asked for a quiet table, and that was what they’d got. In fact, it was sometimes too quiet, as the waiters seemed to forget that they were there. But as they sat close together, their thighs pressed together, they didn’t really mind. Martin whispered into Helen’s ear exactly what he intended doing to her later. She giggled, running her hand along his thigh to the bulge at the front of his trousers. She squeezed his cock, her hand freezing when the waiter brought their dessert, just hoping that he didn’t notice. They giggled together when the waiter had gone, each of them eating their dessert one handed, as Helen carried on rubbing him, and as Martin moved his hand up her skirt to stroke the soft inside of her thigh. Helen looked at Martin, and blew him a kiss. He called the waiter, and cancelled their coffee order, calling for the bill instead. He paid quickly, and led Helen outside, both of them eager to get back to the hotel. They walked back towards the hotel, wanting to be alone. They dashed across the hotel reception to catch the lift that was waiting, not wanting to be delayed. They were alone in the lift. Martin pulled Helen to him, kissing her hard, his hand pulling her blouse apart. A button popped in his haste, but they didn’t care. Helen lifted her breasts from her small bra, offering them to Martin. He sucked a nipple into his mouth hungrily, reaching to caress the other breast. He rubbed the rubbery flesh of her nipple against the roof of his mouth with his tongue, listening as Helen moaned softly, both of them oblivious to all else. With a start, they realised that the lift had stopped. As the doors opened, and although Helen quickly pulled her blouse together, it was obvious to the people waiting what they’d been up to. Helen giggled and pushed Martin out of the lift ahead of her, both of them laughing out loud as they dashed to their room. Once inside, they fell into each other’s arms, kissing passionately, pulling at each other clothes. Helen broke away, pushing Martin back a step. “Wait,” she whispered, adding, as she crossed to the bathroom, “I won’t be long.” Martin grinned to himself, and quickly undressed. Naked, he laid down on the bed to wait, knowing that the wait would be worthwhile. As he waited, he stroked his cock in anticipation. Helen stepped out of the bathroom, leaning with one hand on the doorframe, a hip thrust forward. She was wearing a long, red silk gown that clung to every voluptuous curve of her body. In her hand was small black leather bag, about the size of a wash bag. A Family Reunion Martin gasped, his cock jumping in his hand. Helen looked gorgeous, and he knew that the fun was only just starting – that bag was Helen’s little bag of toys. As he stroked his ever-hardening cock, she crossed the room to stand at the end of the bed, her eyes never leaving his. Putting the bag on the end of the bed, she reached up and undid the tie behind her neck. Released, the gown slid sensually down her body, slowly uncovering her, landing in a soft, shimmering pool around her feet. Her bra and knickers were of the same sexy red silk as the gown. The bra barely covered her breasts, her nipples clearly visible. Her panties clung to her, a damp patch already showing. He reached for her. “Don’t stop,” she said huskily, referring to his wanking, moving to kneel at the end of the bed. He held his cock again, holding himself upright, stroking himself from top to bottom, pulling the foreskin back repeatedly, showing himself to her. He cradled his balls in his other hand. Without taking her eyes of his monster cock, Helen reached between her breasts, and undid the small clip at the front of her bra. She drew the two sides of her bra apart, exposing her breasts to him slowly, keeping them hidden for as long as possible to tease him. Once her bra was gone, she cupped her breasts in her hands, pinching and squeezing her nipples, holding her breasts together. His wanking became harder and faster as she teased him. Helen pulled the strings at the side of her panties, pulling them wetly away from her body. Now she was naked. She reached down and cupped her pussy, rubbing herself, two, and then three, fingers slipping easily inside. Reaching into her bag with her other hand, she pulled out her favourite vibrator. She switched it on, and pressed it against her clit, waves of pleasure instantly pouring through her. As Martin watched her intently, she quickly replaced her fingers with her toy, pushing the thick dildo deep inside her pussy, fucking herself with it. She rubbed her clit in a soft circular motion with her other hand. She clamped the toy between her thighs, and reached up for her breasts, pulling and pinching her nipples. Helen threw her head back and cried out as she came, waves of pleasure washing outwards from her pussy and breasts. She opened her eyes as Martin moaned loudly, his cum jetting upwards from his cock. She pulled the vibrator from her pussy, and quickly pressed it against his heavy balls, urging him to cum some more. She rubbed her clit hard and fast, keeping them both at a peak as Martin’s cum splashed on to his belly, and ran down his cock. Exhausted, they grinned at each other, at their pleasure. Martin still held his cock as Helen leant forward and sucked him carefully. She kissed up his body, sucking some cum off him and into her mouth. She lay on top of him, their bodies stretched out together, and kissed him, sharing the taste of him, feeling his sticky cum between them. Relaxed and satisfied, they slept. ****************************** Chapter Seven: Planning The Seduction It was late when Chloe came down for breakfast. Her brothers had just beaten her to it, so at least there was coffee on the go. Tim came across and hugged her, kissing her lips softly. As they parted, Dave slipped his arms around her, holding her to him as they kissed, feeling her soft body against him through her silky robe. As she stepped away, and looked them both up and down, she felt an unmistakeable stirring in her pussy. They both looked so good, dressed only in shorts, their bodies firm and sexy, Tim the more thick set, Dave leaner and taller. They quickly got some fruit juice and toast sorted out, and went outside to eat. The sun was bright on the patio, and Chloe shrugged her gown off her shoulders to let the sun get to her body, enjoying the heat on her naked flesh. Now it was the turn of Tim and Dave to feel that unmistakeable stirring. Chloe laughed gently as she realised how uncomfortable they were getting. “Shall I cover up?” she enquired, with a mischievous smile, knowing what the answer would be. They ate in silence for a few minutes, each of them thinking about last night. After Tim had watched Chloe and Dave, and then joined them in the hot tub, they had sat and talked, recovering from their exertions. They had gone inside when it had started to get a bit cold. Climbing out of the hot tub, they had gone across to the changing rooms, and grabbed some towels. The boys had shared Chloe, rubbing her body dry with the soft towels, running their hands sensually over every inch of her sexy body, sending little shockwaves of pleasure through her. They had then stood side by side, as Chloe knelt down and dried their cocks and balls, taking her time, both of them quickly becoming erect as she dried them and then sucked each of them deep into her mouth in turn. They had looked at each other cocks as they disappeared into their sister’s mouth, Dave wondering at Tim’s thickness, while is brother looked enviously at his length. As Chloe stood up, they each curled an arm around her, pulling her close to them. She held a cock in each hand as they took turns to kiss her, each of them softly caressing her ass and cupping a firm breast. Chloe had led the way upstairs, leading them into the master bedroom, with its enormous bed. She had lain on the bed, holding her arms out to them. Tim and Dave had laid each side of her, taking turns to kiss her. She reached for their cocks, pulling on them, as they had caressed her body, their lips and fingers everywhere. She wanted them both so badly. Dave had slithered to the end of the bed, turning to kneel between her legs and draw her pussy into his mouth. As Tim concentrated on her breasts, Dave sucked on her, on her lips, on her clit, his tongue diving into her wetness. She pushed her body up to them, urging them both on, their cocks forgotten in her pleasure. She grabbed both their heads, holding them by the hair, holding them to her. She swore as she came, her shouts filling the room. Her body bucked and jerked against them, her orgasm almost too much to bear, her body feeling like it was on fire. “Wank over me,” she shouted, pulling them to her. They had knelt each side of her, their cocks wet with pre cum. They had wanked over her, both of them cumming quickly, their cum hitting her face, her breasts, her stomach. And then they had cuddled, with juices and cum smearing across their bodies. They had then slept, although when Chloe had woken up in the early hours she was alone, Tim and Dave having gone back to their own rooms. She had then gone to each of them in turn, before returning to her own room. Chloe had gone to Dave first, gazing down at him as he slept peacefully, before kneeling at the side of the bed and sucking his limp cock into her hot mouth. He had stirred in his sleep as she sucked him, quickly making him hard. He still wasn’t fully awake when she straddled him, sliding her pussy down his hard cock and riding him, riding them both to orgasm. She had kissed Dave and then left him, going straight to Tim, wanting more. He was already awake, and welcomed her into his bed. They kissed with increasing passion, before Tim mounted her, pounding his thick cock into her sweet pussy until they both cried out. Now at breakfast they smiled at each other, at ease and comfortable together, and started to plan their day. They knew that Martin and Helen would arrive sometime that afternoon, so they decided that a late afternoon barbeque would be a good start to them all being together. Having decided that, they planned a trip to the shops. However, talking of their parents had brought them down to earth. Dave voiced their unspoken concerns. “What if they suspect?” “If we carry on, we’ll need to be very careful.” This from Tim. “What do you mean – if?” Chloe almost shouted, clearly upset at the thought of losing what she had only just discovered. Her brothers were silenced by the strength of her reaction, both of them staring at her. Chloe’s eyes were bright when she spoke next. “Have you ever seen Dad’s cock?” she asked, almost of herself, adding “Or Mum’s tits.” Tim and Dave were both aware of their Dad’s size, at least when he was soft. They could only imagine what he was like hard. And they were both very conscious of their Mum, and how sexy she was, and how she seemed to get sexier with age. For years, they had lived with the envious looks and suggestions of their friends. But what was Chloe getting at? “I want you both,” she told them, before whispering “And I want Dad, I want us all to be together.” Tim rubbed his hard on through his shorts as she spoke, no longer surprised at Chloe, or at how turned on he felt. Dave, as always practical, spoke next. “How,” was all he wanted to know. “We’ll seduce them,” Chloe told them firmly. And so they set about planning the seduction of their parents. ****************************** Chapter Eight: The Final Journey Martin and Helen were like a couple of teenagers as they crossed the hotel reception towards the dining room for a late breakfast. They had slept well the night before, exhausted by their journey and by their lovemaking. They were both covered in dry cum when they woke up, and had sat in bed talking and laughing as only lovers can as they thought about the previous day. Helen had run a bath, while Martin shaved. They had then stepped into the bath together, Helen lying back in his arms, while Martin had reached around her, cupping her breasts in his hands. They had washed each other slowly, enjoying the touch and feel of each other. After drying each other, Helen had led Martin into the bedroom to make love one more time before they left. She had knelt in front of him as he stood by the bed, her tongue running up and down his cock, teasing him to erection. She had held his heavy cock to one side, and lapped at his balls, sucking them into her mouth. And then she had pushed him back onto the bed, and had mounted him, easing his thick cock into her hungry pussy. Martin had held still as Helen had ridden him, her pussy sliding up and down his huge cock, his hands caressing her large breasts, her nipples rock hard between his fingers and thumbs. She had leant forward to feed her nipples to him one at time, urging him to suck her, to bite her, as their passion had built. And then they had cum together, their cries muffled as they kissed. Over breakfast they planned their day. They planned to arrive at the lodge in mid afternoon. They had already received a text message from Chloe saying that they had all arrived okay, and where having lots of fun. So, with that reassurance, Martin and Helen decided to get packed and drive down to the lodge by the scenic route, avoiding the main roads with all the lorries and heavy traffic. The journey was great. They took their time, stopping whenever they felt like it to explore, or grab a bite to eat or a drink. Throughout the journey they were very aware of each other. There was an air of suppressed sexuality in the car, as both of them looked forward to being alone later. But waiting until later became more and more difficult. They were driving along a quite wide country road. Although there was some other traffic around, Helen had taken her seat belt off and was snuggled up close to Martin. Her legs were tucked up, and she was holding his arm, her breasts pressed against him. She pressed harder to him, knowing what it would do to him, looking for the growing bulge in his shorts. Martin smiled at her, knowing what she was up to and loving her for it. He wasn’t surprised when her hand snaked up the leg of his shorts, inside his underwear, to touch him. But he was surprised when she pushed the leg of his shorts out the way, and dragged his cock out, immediately dipping her head and sucking him into her mouth. She sucked on the head of his cock, gradually pulling him upright as she pushed more of his shorts out of the way, slipping more of him into her mouth, her lips stretched wide. He groaned, trying to concentrate on his driving. He warned her that they were coming up to some buildings, as they entered a small town. “Keep driving,” she told her, her words muffled by his cock. She sucked him harder, not caring where they were. Her pussy was throbbing as she sucked him. With Martin’s cock still in her mouth, she eased her legs out from underneath herself, and undid her own shorts. His cock seemed to swell in her mouth as he watched her hand slide down the front of her shorts, and onto her pussy. Her hand jerked up and down, her fingers clearly inside her pussy. As they left the town, Helen quickly sat up and pushed her shorts and wet panties down her legs. She pulled her vest top over her head, her breasts bouncing delightfully. Naked, she sucked his cock back into her mouth, her fingers fucking her pussy. “Let me stop,” Martin told her, frantically looking for somewhere more private. “No, keep going.” She re-doubled her efforts, squeezing his balls with one hand, fucking herself with the other, his cock jerking in her mouth, totally oblivious to the other vehicles on the road. He let out a deep, rumbling groan as he came, his cum pouring into her mouth. She came moments later, her fingers buried inside her hot pussy. “Now you can stop,” she gasped through a mouthful of cum, needing to hold him. He pulled into a lay-by a few minutes later, and they held each other tight. Martin pulled his shirt open, and held her so that her breasts pressed against him, his hands running lovingly over her naked body. They kissed, Helen sucking hard on Martin’s tongue, wanting more, wanting to feel more of him inside her. She reached for his cock, and it wasn’t long before she was rewarded as it started to grow in her hand. Helen smiled through their kiss, loving his powers of recovery and what it always did for them. Martin rubbed her clit before sliding a finger inside her. She gasped as his fingers invaded her, and then again as he sucked an erect nipple into his mouth. “Not here,” she moaned hoarsely. She pulled his fingers from her pussy, and sucked on them one at a time, licking her juices from him. She quickly pulled her top back over her head before slipping into her shorts. She left her knickers on the floor. They climbed out of the car, and grabbed an old blanket from the boot. They headed for some woods about fifty yards back from the road. They walked quickly, ignoring the few people they passed, eager to be alone. Helen’s breasts bounced in her top, waves of pleasure running through her as her erect nipples rubbed on the material. She could feel her juices on her thighs, already marking her shorts. The front of Martin’s shorts bulged as he walked. The woods were deserted and dark, with very little sun piercing the dense trees over their heads. They fell into each other’s arms in the first clearing they came to, their lips crushed together. Helen rubbed herself frantically against Martin, wanting his hard flesh pressing into her tender pussy. They broke apart and dragged each other’s clothes off, and fell to the ground on the roughly spread blanket. Martin didn’t hesitate as he plunged his cock into her roughly, driving himself as deep as possible into her hot, wanton body. Her cries filled the air, echoing around the trees. He fucked her hard, her juices splashing onto his thighs as he pounded into her. Helen held her breasts, pinching her nipples, her mouth open, her head thrown back. She opened her eyes as she felt Martin hesitate momentarily. She saw him looking across the clearing. There was a young couple watching them, both of them clearly aroused by what they saw. The man already had his cock out while the woman was stroking it. “Let them watch,” Helen thought, Martin watching her closely. Helen felt unbelievably turned on knowing that they were being watched. “Lets give them a show,” she told him. He pulled out of her, his massive cock now clearly visible to the other couple. They both heard the woman gasp when she saw Martin’s cock. Helen turned onto all fours, sideways onto the couple, who watched open mouthed as Martin slid back into her from behind. Her breasts hung low as he fucked her, slowly at first, and then faster. “Fuck my cunt,” she shouted, more to them than to Martin. The couple’s eyes were wide as Martin pounded into his wife, his balls slapping against her, her breasts now swinging about wildly. The woman had dropped to her knees, and was now sucking her man, her hand moving fast inside her skirt as she finger fucked herself. As Martin had already cum in the car, he knew he could keep going for as long as Helen wanted him to. So when her cries intensified, her fucked her harder still. Her pussy was on fire, her juices squelching out of her each time he drove his cock into her. She screamed as she came, a powerful wave of pleasure reaching every inch of her body. She slumped forward as Martin drove into her one last time, his cock deep inside her as his cum pumped powerfully into her, filling her. They both looked up. The man had his head thrown back, cum shooting out of his cock. The woman was moaning loudly from her own orgasm, her face flushed. Martin eased his cock out of Helen as her pussy relaxed at last, and took her in his arms. The couple were still watching them, but turned and left as Martin and Helen looked across at them. The woman turned, and smiled, blowing them a kiss as they disappeared into the trees. They kissed lovingly before getting dressed, walking slowly back to the car hand in hand, both thinking about what had just happened. The rest of the journey went quickly, and it was only half an hour later when they arrived at the lodge. They had stopped briefly at a garage a mile up the road to change, and tidy themselves up, but even so as Chloe rushed out to meet them she knew immediately what they had been up to. A pang of jealously ran through her, and she couldn’t help but look at the front of her Dad’s shorts, her pussy already feeling wet. Tim and Dave weren’t far behind her, and soon they were all hugging and kissing, before going indoors. Over a drink, the children told them of their plans for the Barbeque, which was already lit. Martin and Helen went upstairs to find their room and unpack, while Chloe supervised the meal. She then showed them around while Tim and Dave got on with the cooking. The meal went well, lasting well into the evening as they laughed and talked together. But something was different – both Martin and Helen felt it. A closeness between the children that wasn’t entirely there before, a subtle change that they couldn’t quite put their finger on. For the children, their eyes were constantly drawn to their parents, their own plans never far from the front of their minds. Chloe couldn’t stop thinking about Martin, about his cock that she had seen all to briefly the previous year. She had been getting something from her parents room at home, when he had stepped out of the shower in the en-suite bathroom just as she was walking past the slightly open door. He hadn’t seen her, but she thought about what she had seen constantly. Tim and Dave both looked at their Mum, thinking of how sexy she looked, her breasts pressing against her tee shirt, barely contained by the skimpy bra she now wore. “Why don’t you have a nice relaxing sauna, Dad,” she said to Martin, knowing that Helen didn’t enjoy saunas and wouldn’t join him. “Sounds good to me,” Martin agreed. “Go on, Mum,” Chloe continued, “You go and watch TV while we tidy up.” “Okay,” Helen told her,” But I’ll just go and get changed first.” Tim, Dave and Chloe looked at each other as their parents left the room. So far so good – their plans couldn’t have got off to a better start. A Family Reunion It had been quit a few years since the innocent seductions of two youths had happened in a quiet corner where we wouldn't be discovered. But, the moment I saw her again, I felt a familiar feeling coming back to me, and I knew at that instant I couldn't ignore what was happening to my body, just from seeing her again. Family reunions can quite often be a dreadful experience, however, as I was working on the family tree, it was necessary to get all this information, and I felt this was the best way to do it. So, here I am coming into a room full of relatives, most of which I haven't seen in many years. My arms are full of papers and such that one has when putting together the family tree. I quickly found an empty table where I could drop everything, and begin organizing it all. Luckily we had rented the firefighters union hall, so they had plenty of space to use for everything. I could tell this was going to be a long day so I quickly fetched a drink and got as comfortable as possible to make all of this go smoothly. There were about 30 family members there so far, mostly cousins, aunts, and such. As I was considered the "black sheep" throughout most of my family, I think a lot of them were surprised to see me as the one who organized this all. I knew it would be an interesting day nonetheless. As they saw me laying things out, people began to wander over and say hi, ask how things were going, and partake in the usual small talk that accompanies these events. As I half-heartedly continued conversations with others, I noticed a familiar voice. "Hey there stranger", she said. I paused for a moment losing all track of what I was doing, and slowly lifted my head to meet her eyes. I couldn't believe how she had changed since our adolescence. She was still much shorter than I, not more than 5'2" to my 6'5". Nevertheless, she has certainly filled out, and carries herself very well. She stood with confidence before me, wearing a tight black dress that did a magnificent job of showing off her beautifully rounded tits. My how she had grown. "I'm doing well, thank you. And you?" I asked. "I'm doing pretty good." She stood there with a smile on her face that was very warm and bright. We both just stared at one another not really sure what to say or do at that point. The silence was killing me. ‘So how's the tree coming?" she asked, finally breaking the quiet discomfort. "It's coming along well. I'm finally getting things together and getting a good amount of information." She took one of the information cards I had made up and began to fill it out. As she leaned forward I could see more of the fullness of her tits, as her cleavage pressed together. At this point there was no way to hold back against the throbbing I had felt from the moment I saw her. I tried desperately to hide the erection that had formed by sitting down, waiting for her to finish the card. As she handed it to me, our hands met and instinctively slipped into a grasp of one another, neither one of us wanted to end. I pulled her to my side of the long table and wrapped my arms around her. Everything about her seemed perfect. She wrapped her arms around me and held me close and tight to her. I could smell her perfume and it was as if everything around us began to quietly slip away. As we slowly let go of one another, our eyes again met in anticipation and it was very easy to tell that we both wanted to fall into a deep and passionate kiss, as we've not done for so many years. I quickly grabbed my drink, and swallowed it down, and in an attempt to break the awkward moment, asked if she could get another for me. Without a moment's hesitation, she took my glass and quickly hurried to the bar. I sat back down and began to straighten things on the table, making conversation with the other relatives that stopped by the table. As she returned she sat next to me, and began to help with the trivial work of gathering information from others. We sat and caught up on what each other had been doing for the last few years. After about an hour of conversation, and chatting with others, I excused myself to use the restroom, and she agreed to as well. I asked my mom to watch over the table for a while, while her and I went off. We found ourselves alone in the back hallway leading back to the restrooms, and without a second thought, I pushed her against the wall as we began to kiss one another ever so deep. I felt her nipples begin to press against me as I pulled her closer. We ignored the signs on the door indicating our individual bathrooms, and slipped into a large storage area on the back of the hall. The moment we were alone she took her hand and began to feel my cock that had been throbbing for so long now. "I've wanted this in my mouth since the moment I saw you walk in the door." she said as her breathing increased. Without having a moment to respond to her, she dropped to her knees and virtually inhaled my cock. As she continued to fervently suck, we stripped our clothes off as fast as humanly possible. Just as soon as our clothes were spread across the floor, we hurried to find a comfortable area in which we could both explore one another's matured bodies. As we slipped further back into the garage, we both stared in awe at what sat before us. There sat a 1921 LaFrance antique fire engine, completely restored to its original condition. We hastily moved to the full leather bench seat on the front of the truck. I laid her down and spread her legs wide as my tongue began to explore her entire body. Her nipples stood erect and begged for attention. As I began to take her nipple into my mouth, I lightly slid my finger over her throbbing clit and massaged it. As her body began to squirm from my touch, her hand found its way to my cock and she started stroking me, wishing for the thrusting motion that she felt in her mouth before. I moved my cock to her lips, as I turned my body and placed my tongue between her legs. It wasn't long before I began to smell the aroma of her soft pussy. Just as my tongue found its way between her swollen lips, the warmth of her mouth encompassed my throbbing cock. Her throat eagerly closed around the head of my cock as her hands started massaging my balls. Instinctively, I began to lightly thrust my cock deeper into her throat as my tongue found it's way deeper into her now soaking wet pussy. Her hips started moving to make my tongue her own personal toy. As she clinched her legs tight around my head, her mouth went further down my cock showing me how she had mastered the art of deep throating. My tongue was buried deep inside her as her pussy started to clinch tight, and I could tell she needed release. I began to rub her clit faster, increasing the pressure, and before long my cock found it's way free of her throat as her moans echoed through the garage. Suddenly, in a wave of erotic rapture, her pussy exploded on my tongue and face. Her cum began squirting out of her pussy, filling my mouth with the sweetness so divine. The muscles of my throat were contracting quickly to swallow every drop she offered. As her pussy stopped it's geyser like eruption, my tongue found every missed drop and quickly licked it up from between her legs. I moved my body up and took her in my arms holding her close to me as she still shuddered from the waves of cum. I passionately kissed her and shared the wondrous taste of her pussy. We lay there for a moment and I started lightly massaging her tits. She lightly moaned from the sensations of my stimulating her very sensitive nipples. She could feel my still hard cock throbbing more against her leg, and knew it needed attention. She laid me down on the bench and propped one leg up, spreading her legs wide, and slowly began to lower her pussy around the head of my cock. She kept it there teasing me knowing that my cock was begging to slide deeper into her tight pussy. I started to thrust my hips up, to move deeper into her and she just moved around so that I couldn't, until I grabbed her hips and pulled down hard on me. Her head fell back and she let out a moan of deep pleasure. Her hips moved forward and she began to grind deeply on my cock. I ran my hands up her soft skin, and started pinching one of her nipples, while my other hand found its way to her clit and began rubbing it while she continued her pound her pussy on me. The harder I pinched her nipples, the more she began to buck her head back, and her moans became increasingly loud. I pulled My cock out of her, and moved her to bend her over the back of the leather bench. I took my fingernails and scratched up her back and grabbed a handful of hair. Pulling hard on her thick red hair, I thrust my cock deep in her pussy from behind and began to pound in and out of her. Her tits were bouncing back and fourth as I fucked her pussy deeper. She could tell that her pussy was going to be filled with my hot cum. She begged me to fuck her harder and let her swallow every drop of it. Without a moments hesitation I slammed my cock deeper and faster into her begging pussy until we were both moaning from the pleasure of her tight hole. I felt my cock begin to grow even harder, and the ever familiar swelling in my balls, and knew that before long I would be spraying my cum deep inside her. She continued to beg me to let her swallow it, as she knew I was getting closer. I just kept on fucking that hole hard and fast, and as soon as I felt my own cum streaming through the swollen veins of my cock, I quickly pulled it out shot my load all over her pussy and ass. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head towards my throbbing cock. I took that which was covered in her cum and mine, and slid it deep in her throat, so she could taste our love combined. She sucked it anxiously, not to miss a drop, and cleaned my cock with the expertise of an accomplished slut. As she finished I pulled her head up to mine, as we both kneeled there on the bench. "I want you to keep my cum on your pussy and ass for the rest of the day, so that you can feel me with you." "Most defiantly!" she replied in a soft and pleased moan. We kissed one another deep and passionate for a few moments before we gathered our clothes and redressed ourselves. As she reached for her soft silk panties, I took them from her and lightly polished the bell on the fire engine, as it was smudged from our skin. I handed them back to her and smiled sheepishly. She looked at me and paused for just a moment. "Keep them." she said, as she slid her dress on over her soft and pleasing figure. I neatly folded them and slid them in the pocket of my pants. We walked back in the other room, and it's as if no one had noticed we were gone. I had thanked mom for watching the table and sat down, as if nothing had happened. I started organizing the information that had come in while we were gone, and she just stared at me with a soft and warm gaze. I returned the smile anxiously. After some time had passed, it was time for her to leave, and as she left, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "The fire's not out yet." hugged me, and then walked out the door. Note from author: Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated. Please feel free to contact me and vote on this story. A Family Reunion Noah had struggled all of his life with issues of abandonment. That was a pretty standard condition for people who had been adopted but he had made sincere efforts to address his concerns and unpack his baggage. He hadn't managed to establish a healthy, long term relationship in his 30 years of life but he was ever hopeful. The first and most important step in that journey toward wholeness was finding his birth mother. It was a relatively easy process; she only lived less than two hours away for his entire life. She had been looking for him just as he had been looking for her so it was a matter of signing the appropriate papers and waiting for the red tape to be cut by adoption agency personnel. Their reunion had been awkward and rather uneventful. They decided it would be best if they chose to meet their first time at her home to avoid any emotional outbursts at Olive Garden or some such place. Noah's heart was in his chest as he made his way to her front door. There were still lots of unanswered questions and unresolved issues when the initial meeting was all said and done but Noah and Andrea were well on their way to establishing a healthy relationship and a good friendship. Certainly, the rapport was there without much effort. The age difference was minimal and Noah was awed at how at ease he felt with his birth mother and that their similarities. Finding her had been one of the best things he'd ever done in his adult life, a step that would lead to closure for a lot of emotional triggers in his life that left him distancing himself from women. As is the case with most busy singles, Noah had resorted to the internet to aid in finding love. It was as a viable an option as any other in the day and age and he opted to use paid sites to weed out the insincere and the fake. There were very few sites like that that catered specifically to African Americans so he'd search to the top three dating sites to cast a wide net. The $100 or so investment was well worth it if he could find his dream lady. He was pretty aggressive in his search He had a list of criteria that was pretty extensive and there wasn't much room for deviation. She had to be a woman of color, intelligent, articulate, spiritual, affectionate, and exude sex appeal. The other things were intangibles that would amount to chemistry and connection upon meeting. Within 100 miles of San Francisco was a decent distance to travel to find his one true love. As with many search options on dating sites, he had to expand some of his criteria in order to get a fair sampling of profiles returned. Always having an attraction for older women and having exhausted profiles that were in his distance range, he expanded his age range to get a better selection of profiles. Satisfied that 80 profiles would be enough to explore for the evening, he settled in to go over them with a fine tooth comb. He had limited his search to profiles with pictures to prevent any time spent getting to know someone that he wasn't physically attracted to and to save time for all involved. He hadn't clicked on more than three or four profiles when fate would alter his reality forever. "Degreed Blk Fem sks intimacy, communication, and passion," read the headline. Noah shook his head in disbelief and stared at the screen for a few minutes in a daze. There was no mistake about it, no way to misconstrue that the profile belonged to Andrea, his birth mother. He felt like he was invading her privacy and he closed the profile and moved on. Distracted and shaken, he returned to her profile again, this time to explore every detail. First, he looked at all the photos. The album held five photos, all tasteful, all showing facets of a very beautiful woman. Noah told himself that the man that got his mother as a partner would be a damn lucky man because there was not way to deny, even at 46, she was a breathtaking beauty that looked more than 10 years younger than her age. Her delicious honey colored complexion was flawless and Noah marveled at the pictures, seeing his own complexion reflected in the womanly curves lady that gave birth to him. He made note of the fact that none of the photos were vulgar but yet they all oozed sensuality. She showed subtle flashes of leg, a rounded bare shoulder, even a sweet, casual shot that wasn't glamorous at all but still showed off her natural beauty. He wondered to himself what his reaction would have been had she had a nude photo of herself among her collection. Noah rated her photos an A plus and went on to explore her profile more. There was something a little uneasy for Noah to deal with and it was the activity in his pants. He shook his head and made a conscious effort to focus on the computer screen and deny the fact that he had an erection had to do with a taboo that was almost too unthinkable to comprehend. He adjusted himself and kept on, obsessed with finding out anything and everything he could about this mysterious woman to whom he was more connected than any other person on the planet but he knew so little about. Even as he scrolled down the profile, he rationalized that there was probably some genetic DNA predisposition that was responsible for the fact that all the traits he sought in a woman, his mother possessed. When he got to the essay portion of the profile he swallowed hard and began reading. She articulately described herself and exactly what she was looking for in a man in detail. She wrote, "I'm an accomplished, successful woman who is at a crossroads. I need companionship and friendship with a partner that can allow me to explore my new found sexual liberation. Understand that I'm not looking for someone to romance me and sweep me off my feet with little or no substance. I need a man that can be open, a good listener, honest, available and accountable. Once you've shown me that you are worthy of my heart, I'm looking to share my body with you in ways you probably can't imagine. There aren't many men that meet my standards and this is a once in a lifetime opportunity to share a side of me that needs more exploration and expression. Younger men are more than welcome to apply because I need a man that can keep up with my rather insatiable appetites." By the time he finished reading, his dick was in his hand and he was stroking it furiously. Her unapologetic yet sophisticated call for a lover to rock her world yet be more than a fuck toy, to actually be a man committed to the person not just the just package it came in, was arousing on so many levels he could barely control himself. He jerked his hardness, reading the words over and over again. He tried to imagine the unimaginable promises of pleasure Andrea had alluded to. He called her name as he envisioned her satisfying herself in the absence of a man on the very couch they had shared tea when they met. He imagined her sexy breasts glistening with sweat as he pounded her while she dug her nails into his back and screamed for more. His cum erupted as he thought about it being deposited in the very womb that nurtured him for nine months. He awoke in the morning, hoping it had all been a nightmare. Before his eyes were completely open, he sat in front of his computer screen and pulled the bookmarked profile up again. He noticed that her last visit to the site was within the last 24 hours and he panicked. What if she were to find his profile in the same way? He immediately made his profile invisible to other viewers and went back to her profile again. He pulled his semi erect dick out and picked up the phone. He placed the call without even having a game plan in mind. All he knew was he had to see her and soon. They chatted and caught up in the uncomfortable way that only adoptive mother and son are prone to do. "Listen, I don't know if you are into this sort of thing but I was hoping you might want to join me next Saturday and go to the Crocker Art Museum. I've exhausted all the museums in the Bay area and I couldn't think of coming to Sacramento without seeing if you would like to join me . . . If you are into that sort of thing," he said, knowing full well that she was. He played on her emotions by adding, "It would make me so happy to be able to share what I love the most with the most special woman in the world to me," his comment had many more layers and implications than Andrea could comprehend. Andrea, wanting to be open to any hand of civility her son extended to her, accepted before he could finish his little speech but Noah hadn't heard her. She let him finish and repeated her answer, adding that she was flattered that he would ask her and how grateful she was that he didn't hate her. There was a long moment of silence on the phone as the two dealt with their own adoptive demons. They made plans for him to come there and pick her up next weekend and she even invited him to spend the night in her spare bedroom if it got too late to drive back. Noah hung up the phone and shot off another load within seconds of doing so. What had he just done? More importantly, what was he going to do? He hadn't even planned it out thoroughly; he was going on pure adrenaline and lust. Over the course of the next few days, Noah tried desperately to purge himself of sexual thoughts of Andrea. He rationalized that most teenage boys had at least a masturbatory fantasy or two about their mothers. It had to be some sort on rite of passage or some natural occurrence in nature, he was just going through his later in life, and it would certainly pass. All week long he would read her profile over and over again, at work, at home; he had even printed it out and memorized every detail, justifying it as a way to get to know this very intimate stranger. The drive to Sacramento seemed to take forever. He turned up his music loudly and he and Tupac lamented over the trials and tribulations of being a black man in a society that wanted to keep them oppressed. He tried to ignore the constant dull ache in his nuts and half hard dick he would get occasionally but the closer he got to her house, the more he let himself fantasize about being the man Andrea called her man. Hell, except for that pesky little fact that she had given birth to him; he was exactly what she was looking for and vice versa. They shared the same likes and dislikes, predilections and preferences, and they were both in need of the same type of relationship. He knocked on the door but he hadn't prepared for what he saw when it opened. Andrea was dressed in a sexy black dress with thin spaghetti straps and a low cut v-neck that showed off just the right amount of cleavage. The dress hugged her toned, athletic body perfectly. She wore a pair of sexy, stiletto heels that showed off the blood red nail polish that accentuated her perfectly pedicured toes. Noah stood speechless for a moment unable to speak. Andrea, sensing some tension, panicked and said, "Oh, I'm overdressed aren't I? I have been trying to figure out what to wear for an hour. I'll go change." With that, she turned towards her bedroom. Noah grabbed her hand and stopped her. "No, what you are wearing is fine, you look beautiful." The heat of her hand in his burned his flesh as he felt himself becoming completely erect "I really do appreciate you offering to take an old woman like me to the museum today. I'm appreciative of any time I can get to spend with my favorite boy," as she patted his cheek gently. Noah's heart did a back flip, hearing words that gave him more comfort than he'd ever known before. "Well, let me go get my wrap and we'll be off. Does that sound okay?" Noah nodded in silence and tried to adjust himself so that his throbbing erection couldn't be seen as she walked away. The two made a striking couple. There was no way in hell anyone could tell that they were mother and son, Andrea only looking four or five years older than Noah at the most. Granted she was just barely 16 years older but Noah had dated women that had looked and been older than she in his lifetime. He held the door for her as she got in and out of his truck held her by the small of her back as they strolled among the artwork. They started to let their guards down and they seemed more at ease with each other than one would imagine. Their tastes in artwork were similar and they shared more information about each other in an effort to catch up on lost time. They both liked the same movies, they both had a love of travel and had been to some of the same places and had even stayed in the same hotel in Paris, twenty years apart. Noah could not stop looking at Andrea and he was more and more curious about the sexual beast that lurked inside her that she alluded to in her profile. They had stopped strolling around and sat on the bench and were deep in conversation. Noah had placed his arm around her shoulder and Andrea had responded by turning her body completely towards him and resting her hand on his thigh. Another black couple, obviously deeply in love, strolled by hand in hand. The woman made eye contact with Andrea and gave the universal sista look of, "Go ahead, Stella, do your thing." The couple stopped and the woman turned back and said, "Isn't love wonderful? You two look beautiful together." Both Andrea and Noah panicked and pulled away from each other. They both mumbled thank you and awkwardly stood to leave. The couple apologized for interrupting, aware that they had caused some sort of disruption in the flow of things and went on about their business. "I think it's time to go, we've seen all we can see here." Andrea held her eyes to the floor and had lost some of the joy in her voice. Noah, not ready to end the evening, tried his best to salvage the chemistry that had been interrupted. "Andrea, you are a vibrant and beautiful lady. I'm sure that's not the last time someone will mistake you for my date. Listen, it's still early, what do you say that I take my favorite lady out for dinner?" They both smiled and got a little teary and took a deep breath at the same time. Andrea smiled and sunk back into the level of comfort and ease that they had shared before the interruption. The place she chose for dinner was a small, intimate restaurant that was perfect for lovers. For a brief second, Noah allowed himself to contemplate that the sexual attraction he felt for Andrea might be reciprocal. He held her chair out and took her wrap. He "accidentally" caressed her smooth shoulders, or at least he hoped that it had seemed accidental. Once seated he quickly placed the napkin in his lap to hide the protruding appendage that threatened to betray his deepest desires. Noah ordered a bottle of wine rather than a glass, hoping that the beverage would loosen both their inhibitions and lead to a more intimate connection. The waiter, also assuming they were lovers, or soon to be lovers, poured on the charm and suggested the most romantic dining suggestions, finger foods for appetizers that could be fed to one another, entrées that could be shared, and decadent desserts. After the first glass of wine, Andrea had relaxed sufficiently to let her guard down and she was becoming openly flirtatious with Noah. Noah didn't miss a beat and started going into full mack mode. He was versed in how to make a woman feel like the center of the universe and he was pulling out all the stops. They conversed freely about music and art and politics and eventually the conversation got around to dating. Andrea listened intently as Noah confessed with bitter honesty his adulterous, playboy past and his longing and desire to connect to "the one" and how she had remained so elusive in his life. Andrea was tortured with guilt at being the reason Noah felt so alone in his life and she reached out to embrace him in her arms. Noah felt her touch and sunk gently into it from an emotional level. He had craved that sensation, that feeling of safety and comfort that only a mother's loving embrace could provide. If only the woman providing that sensation wasn't biologically linked to him he would be in heaven. Andrea, feeling the need to open up, shared the secrets of her emotional past as well. She spoke about looking for love and how she had come up short time and time again. She revealed that she was looking for a person to stimulate her mind and spirit first and that would be the impetus to transcendental love making. The wine had loosened her inhibitions and she was having a conversation that she normally would have thought was a tad inappropriate. She placed her hand on Noah's lap, dangerously close to his dick and kept on with her revelations, perhaps oblivious because of the slight buzz she was feeling. Andrea could no longer deny the attraction and she downed another glass of wine and relegated herself to the fact that she was involved in a dance of seduction that had horrific implications. Her body was betraying her mind. Her nipples protruded brazenly from her dress and her clit was throbbing to the point of distraction. She excused herself to go to the ladies room and wipe away some of the moisture that had collected between her legs lest he smell her arousal at the table. When she returned, Noah had paid the bill and was holding her wrap for her. They made the trip back to her home in virtual silence, not daring to speak, both afraid of what was happening. He pulled into the driveway of her home and came around to open the door for her. She gently placed her hand in his as she stepped down and they both stood inches apart from one another, the electricity between them could light up a stadium it was so strong. She tried to say something about, "thank you for a wonderful day," and her words were cut off with a passionate kiss that took her breath away. Noah had lost his resolve to keep his fantasy to himself and he kissed the woman that was the focus of all of his desire. He pulled her body to his tightly and ran his hands over her ass. He thrust his dick against her body and started grinding on her. She responded in kind, holding his face in her soft hands and sucking his tongue sensuously, wrapping her arms around his neck. He picked her up and placed her back on the seat of his truck and she wrapped her legs around him as he began to slide his hands up the smooth skin of her thigh. They kissed more passionately this time. "No, stop, we can't do this!" Andrea grabbed his hand and stopped him. Feeling profound shame, Noah backed off and started to hyperventilate. Had he destroyed the relationship he had only just started with his birth mother? He started to mumble an apology when Andrea stopped him. "We can't do this here. Let's go inside." She grabbed him by the hand and tilted his face to hers. She looked him in the eyes as they kissed again. She held his hand as they made their way to the front door. Once inside, she kept the lights off and felt Noah's presence behind her. He pulled her wrap from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He caressed her bare shoulder and kissed it softly. She leaned back into him and rubbed her ass sensuously against his dick. Gentle moans escaped her lips as his hands roamed freely over her sides, gripping her hips tightly. "God, I want this, I want you." Noah was in a fog of lust. Everything about the woman before him was what he had been searching for. He felt driven to experience all that she had to offer, not just sexually but emotionally as well. He wanted his Mommy to love him, in every way possible. Andrea turned to face Noah and she kissed him with more passion than she had thought possible just a few hours earlier. She was driven by this insane lust of the taboo and the fact that she had an attraction to a man that she had carried inside her for nine months. She reached for his crotch and felt the evidence of his lust for her. She kissed and nibbled on his neck and whispered in his ear that they should make it to the bedroom to get more comfortable. A Family Reunion For a brief second, things were awkward again. Andrea made her way around the bedroom and lit candles while Noah stood and watched. He wondered if he shouldn't just stop things where they were and go home; perhaps they could pretend that none of this ever happened. Ignorance is bliss so they say. The precum dripping from the head of his dick was motivation enough for him to erase all those sorts of thoughts from his mind. Andrea stood before him and lowered the straps to her dress. She stood in her high heels and a pair of black satin panties and Noah had to swallow hard to keep from slamming her hard on the bed and taking her without any foreplay at all. He wanted her to exploit his fantasies; to highlight his fantasies of being a little boy that Mommy was teaching how to be naughty. He had engaged in role-play like that many times before with other women in similar ways but this was about to take on whole new dimensions. He wondered if pushing the issue would cause her to panic and back out of the situation so he kept his silence. There was little reason to do so. Andrea was like a woman possessed, loving every aspect of the mother/son incest and she was tipsy enough to let go of whatever inhibitions she might have had. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs. She rubbed her pussy through the thin material and slid her hands inside to put on a show for Noah. She told him to get undressed and she fingered herself while he revealed the perfect sculpted body of a man half her age. He stepped out of his boxer briefs and she started fucking herself that much harder, sliding her panties down to get better access and to show off her aroused and shaved cunt to her sweet baby boy. Without saying a word, Noah climbed on top of Andrea and started kissing her passionately. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and explored his mouth with passion. She could feel his erection sliding between her legs as his mouth explored her neck and she was moaning very loudly. Noah could feel the softness of her breasts crushed against him and the hardness of her nipples pressed against his chest. There was no mistaking the fact that his dick was rubbing the wet slit of her pussy and he could feel her aroused clit rubbing on the length of his hardness. The heat emanating from her core was like a furnace and she was becoming more and more vocal as things got more and more heated. "Oh, your dick is so big," she moaned and she reached for it to put her delicate hands around it and stroke it. Noah almost came right then and right there. It felt so good that he needed to think about Stock Market futures in order to keep from losing his nut. He began kissing his way down her body to the place that was the single focus of his desire, her breasts. He looked Andrea deeply in her eyes as he lowered his mouth to her hardened nipple. There was a soundtrack of ooohh's, and ahhhh's and mmmm's as he began sucking her titties. The softness of her boobs was pleasure untold for Noah and when she grabbed his head and said, "Oh you make Mommy feel so good," he almost lost it. In a voice that didn't sound like his own and was decidedly adolescent, Noah said, "Does Mommy like when I suck on her titties like that?" Andrea, fully into the forbidden lovemaking, responded knowing full well where this was going to go. "Yes, sweetie, Mommy loves when you suck on my hard nipples like that. Drink Mommy's milk baby, my titties are so swollen and full. Do you like when Mommy feeds you like that?" Noah was outside of himself. He was in a realm of arousal he'd never experienced before. "Yes, Mommy, I love sucking your titties. I love doing anything that makes you feel good Mommy. I just want to make you happy." Andrea cradled Noah's head and reinforced that Noah was a very good boy for making his Mommy feel good. His mouth went from nipple to nipple and Andrea's moans got louder and louder. She was chanting, "Oh yeah, suck my titties baby, drink mama's milk, oh, fuck that feels so good." "Mama, you said a bad word!" Noah could barely believe how easily his role as pubescent boy came in the arms of the woman that gave birth to him. "Yes, sweetie, it's okay. Grownups are allowed to say bad words when they have their clothes off like this. It makes it feel better." "Mommy, can I say those words too? Am I a big boy Mama?" "What words do you know, sweetie? Who taught you those naughty words?" "At school, some of the boys say, you know, stuff. And one time I. . ." His voice trailed off. "What is it dear? You can tell Mommy, I promise I won't be mad." Andrea stroked his hair and soothed his pretend fears. "One time I watched you and Daddy playing when you were naked and lying down. He said a lot of naughty words." His eyes got big like he was telling a secret, fully aware that they hadn't even discussed who his biological father had been up until that point, just getting off on the nasty fantasy. By this time, Andrea was holding her breasts up for Noah and making him suck them harder and harder, thrashing around on the bed and consumed with the fantasy of sexing up her adolescent son when it was in fact her thirty something son. It was the fulfillment of her dirtiest desires, desires she hadn't really contemplated as real because she never thought of finding her son, she had assumed she would go her entire life with no knowledge of what happened to him, how he turned out. Until that day in her life, she felt relatively safe that her mother/son fantasies were harmless fun between her and her very adult lovers. "Mommy, I feel funny . . . down there." Noah pointed to the erection that was leaking and he grabbed its full length like only he knew how to do and forced out more precum. There was no way his enormous prick could be mistaken for a child's. "It's okay, sweetie, you can use the grown up word for it. Mommy likes when you use the dirty words." Andrea was so turned on, more than she had ever been before in her life and it scared her a little to think of how far she would go in her lust. Noah said, "Oh Mama, my dick is sooo hard. Do you like my big dick?" Andrea reached between his legs and felt the hefty organ that was engorged with blood. "By all means, Mommy loves your big, hard dick. It makes Mommy's pussy really wet. Mommy wants to suck that big, fat dick. Come here and let me put it in my mouth." "Oh Mommy! Are you sure?" Noah rolled over and lay back on the bed. Andrea wasted no time in getting between his legs and giving him head like he'd literally never had before in his life. She grabbed his erection and started stroking it, making it leak more precum. She licked the salty treat and told him how good he tasted. She took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it and Noah could barely control himself. She went down on it slowly, licking and sucking with painstaking precision. She was getting every inch wet with her mouth and tongue and sucking it expertly with her lips. She swallowed the entire shaft and Noah made a sound that he'd never heard before. Andrea was moaning and slobbering all over his dick like a cock craved whore and fingering her pussy at the same time. Noah, with the awareness of a grown man, grabbed her and made her stop because he knew all too well that a few more minutes of exceptional head like that would make him shoot his load and he definitely wanted to wait. Andrea wanted more. She wanted to taste her son's cum and she wasn't ready to stop. She was looking him in his eyes and asking him if he liked it. Noah was out of his mind, it was sensory overload. She focused on sucking the engorged vein on the underside of his dick and it allowed him to calm down enough to regain normal control of his breathing. The room was spinning and it felt like it was 100 degrees in there. She started humming on his dick, sending vibrations up his spine and talking dirty. It was the wanton slut of his dreams, intelligent, sophisticated, beautiful, sexy and desperate for cum. "You like Mommy's mouth on your hard cock? Use those nasty words you know, treat Mommy like a filthy whore, it makes mommy feel good when you say nasty things to her like a big boy." Noah was ready to explode and they went past the stage of pretending, it was mother who got off on giving her son nasty pleasure and a son who desperately wanted to fuck his mother. He grabbed her head and started moving it up and down on his dick, fucking her throat. Andrea didn't miss a beat and she gagged a little but it only seemed to inspire her to be that much nastier. It seemed she couldn't get it wicked enough, she was in a zone where she wanted to be nasty, with her flesh and blood baby boy. She was deep throating him and stroking him and licking his balls. The raunchier she got, the more she needed verbal stimulation. "Lick my dick real good and get it nice and wet so I can ram it in your wet pussy. Yeah, your little boy is going to fuck you senseless. Is that what you want? You want your son to ram his big hard dick in you so hard you scream like it's going to rip you apart? " Andrea wasn't satisfied, she wanted more and she wasn't afraid to go for it. She was inspired by the fact that she had crossed a line that was so forbidden, so taboo, that she had never been so turned on in her life. She was in a sexual fog, a lust inspired by this incredibly sexy man that she was with and knowing that she had birthed him through the pussy that was now soaking wet and screaming for him to fuck her. "No, I want more." This was going too far for both of them. It was unexplored territory and they were both on a sex high that was like no place they had ever gone; only dreamt about. It was pure, unbridled, uninhibited sex with someone that you trust completely. Granted, there's was a trust that defied rational thought. They were linked genetically but they hadn't known each other more than 12 hours total. Noah sat up and forcefully flipped Andrea on her back. He climbed on top of her and kissed her deeply. "Now, it's my turn. I'm going to make you cum so hard you pass out." "Don't threaten me. Eat my pussy." He got between her legs and stared at the place he came from. He knew he had to squeeze off a load before he fucked her or else he would nut too damn quickly when he finally rammed himself in her. He started eating her pussy and stroking his dick. Andrea was giving direction, inspiring him, telling him how much she loved his mouth on her wet pussy. He licked and sucked her asshole with equal enthusiasm and they sunk to new depths of depravity. He shot his load on her feet and licked it off before going back to sucking her clit to orgasm. Andrea was grabbing the sheets and screaming bloody murder, her inhibitions had disappeared like David Blaine on a HBO special. Noah hadn't even gotten soft, he was so aroused and so out of control. Andrea reached her first orgasm of the night and she planned on having a few more before it was all over. She turned over and got up on her hands and knees and looked back over her shoulder. "Fuck me!" There was no need for the mother/son reference because she was a woman that needed to get fucked by a man. She was desperate to feel every inch of that hard meet rammed in her cunt walls and she needed him to do it hard and fast and rough. He grabbed her hair and pulled it like reigns on a philly. She responded by chanting, "Fuck me, fuck me, NOW!" Noah took careful aim. He lined up the fat head of his dick with her hole. He grabbed her hips and with one fluid, fast motion, he rammed the entire length of his dick deep in her uterus. She screamed out in pain but begged for more. For a brief moment, they slipped into a zone of familiarity and peace. Neither of them had ever experienced such profound love before. Noah was experiencing maternal love and Andrea had found the peace she'd given up 30 years ago. Their union was symbolic of the truly forbidden and the transcendent. Noah began fucking Andrea with the force and the stamina that he would fuck a man and she took it all and begged for more. He worked his thumb up her ass and she started using her muscles to coax out another load of cum. If he hadn't busted off one earlier, that would have been the end of him but he held on tight. He started smacking that ass and reached around to her breasts. He pulled her tits and twisted them in his fingers and she encouraged him to do it harder. "Ohhh, it feels so good." Andrea gasped for air and gripped the sheets tightly, sweat was forming on her body and she was in agony and ecstasy. The sensation of Andrea's tight pussy on the shaft of his member was so intense, he was sweating trying to work all 9 inches in and he didn't understand who she could even take it all. She reached for lube on the nightstand and tossed it to him. He flipped the top open and poured half the bottle on her and it dripped on his balls, her pussy, the bed, everywhere. Andrea took control and started fucking him back. "Oh Daddy, fuck me, make me a bad girl Daddy." Obviously roles were irrelevant at that point. All that really mattered was pleasure. Noah grabbed her hips and started pounding. Andrea lowered her head and stuck her ass up in the air so the last few inches could get the right angle and sink deep in her. Andrea was moaning loader, begging for it harder. Fucking was supposed to be dirty and primal and filthy in every way and Andrea and Noah were two untamed wild animals that were lost in debauchery and pleasure. Andrea had craved the sensation of losing herself to a man completely and it was in that moment, when the head of his dick was pounding into her that she started to cum. It was a mental orgasm, a freedom from society and rules and inhibitions. Noah grabbed her hip and started ramming himself deeper and harder, practically ramming Andrea's head in the wall. "OHHHH FUCK! Take it, take my load." He collapsed on top of her and drifted in and out of consciousness for a few moments. Andrea cradled and comforted him as they fell asleep from exhaustion. Noah awoke in the early morning hours, shaking his head for clarity and trying to recollect what had happened, hoping it had all been a dream. Andrea was there, awake as well, this time to comfort him and reassure him that everything would be okay. They'd gone places mother and son shouldn't go. They had explored depths from which there was no turning back. "Mom . . . " Andrea held her fingers to his lips. "Son, we have the entire rest of our lives to figure out how to make sense of all this. I promise, I'm not going to leave you again, even if things are difficult." A Family Reunion In 2013, I decided that I would follow my lifelong dream of living in Mexico. I'd always thought of it as a truly fascinating country full of wonderful surprises around each corner, so when I had the chance to try an internship with a Guadalajara based company called "NGRP", I hastily accepted and went on to pursue my dream. What was originally supposed to be a six-month internship soon turned out to be two whole years of steady work and interesting experiences. The only downside was that my mother had been unable to visit me for all this time. I hadn't seen her in two whole years! Mom had taken care of me by herself ever since my father got shot outside a market in 1999. The perpetrator was jailed for killing on sight, but my father's life was impossible to save. A sturdy and outgoing woman, my mother always tried to look on the bright side of life and encouraged me to follow my hopes and dreams, even if it meant not being able to visit her for a while. Now, after two long years, I'd had enough of not being able to see her. I took a week off from work and booked a business class ticket to Detroit. Oh, I could only imagine the look on her face when she got to see her baby girl Barbara again! There was a slight discomfort inside me when I stood in front of her front door, ready to ring the doorbell. What if I'd broken her heart by going this long without seeing her? What if she didn't want to see me? She seemed happy when she phoned me for my 20th birthday, but I was still nervous. I rang the doorbell and waited impatiently for a response. The door opened, and there she was. "Barbara! Oh my god, my lovely Barbara! I'm so happy to see you!" she burst out in tears of joy. "I'm here, 'ma! I've missed you so much." My mother was only wearing a maroon colored bra and a pair of swimming panties; she'd probably been out for a tan before I surprised her. "The weather's so nice, Barbara, you chose an excellent day to arrive!" she said enthusiastically. "Come inside and I'll fetch you some cold lemonade." I dropped my bags in the hallway and sat down in the living room couch as my mother pondered around the kitchen. Aah, seeing this cozy little place brought back fuzzy memories from my time growing up. "Are any of my brothers in town, by any chance?" My brothers, Devin, Lee and Clark, all lived on the west coast. I'd never had a particularly close relationship with any of them, as I was 9 years younger than the one next in line. Being the "manly men" they were, they left it to my mom to take care of me and, like myself, skipped town only weeks after they turned 18. "Nah, Devin came for a couple days last month but had to suddenly depart for work." She came over with two glasses and a jug filled with ice cold lemonade. I poured us both a glass and smiled as we both took a large sip. "When life gives you lemons!" I yelled and we both laughed. "So how have things been over there?" she asked. "It's been amazing mom, you have no idea! Work's great and I have so many amazing memories. It just sucks that I haven't been able to see you all this time..." "It's alright, darling. You look great by the way, Mexico has done you well!" she said as she placed her left palm on my thigh and squeezed lightly. "You're starting to become a fine young woman, aren't you?" I wasn't sure how to react, so I nervously chucked and nodded my head as I swallowed another sip of lemonade. My mother looked surprisingly fit for a 49-year old. Her skin looked so smooth and well kept. Even her racks looked like they could've belonged to someone 20 years younger. She kept running her hands up and down my thigh as she started talking about how nice the weather was. At one point she even lightly breezed my intimate area, and I felt a light tingling inside. "What is going on..." I thought, not concentrating enough to realize a single word she was saying. "But now it's been improving recently, so-...Barbara? Is anything wrong?" she said with a worried facial expression. "No, no, I'm just..." I didn't finish my sentence and just lowered my sight down towards her hands. "Is anything wrong, my dear?" she asked as she kept on running her hands up and down my thigh. I didn't respond, but surely she could've heard my heart's accelerated beats a mile away. She let out a gentle smile and ran her fingers closer to my vagina. Suddenly, out of nowhere, she placed her right hand around my waist and pulled me closer, her lips touching mine. I remained silent and didn't resist. I had no clue what was happening, but it didn't feel wrong at all. I was making out with my mother less than 10 minutes after seeing her for the first time in two years! "I want you right here and right now!" she said as she pulled my shirt off. "Your father always preferred to keep it in the family." I was incredibly wet at this point, and within two minutes we were both completely undressed. "Oh god mother you filthy slut" I yelled out as she placed her finger inside my wet little pussyhole. "I fucking love it! Fuck yeah!" I kept screaming whilst under my state of incestuous euphoria. She reached out to the drawer underneath the living room table and pulled out a dildo - It was attached to a belt which she hastily wrapped around her waist. "Get down on your knees Barbara, I want to fuck you like the dirty dog you are bitch!" I did as I was told, and got on all fours. I felt the dildo penetrate my ass and let out a scream. ""Aah mom fuck me in my fucking asshole you cumslut!" I said as she kept fucking her daughter deeper and deeper. "Do you fucking want it" she asked, knowing that she wouldn't stop no matter what answer I gave. The pain and pleasure mixed together kept me from uttering a single recognizable word. "Nyargh! Aaah!" was the last thing I yelled until I suddenly heard the doorbell ring. She suddenly stopped. "Oh shit, it must be my pilates class! Grab your clothes and go upstairs!" she said, quickly putting her clothes back on and hiding the dildo in the drawer it came from. I ran upstairs to my already prepared room, still halfway in shock from what I'd just done. I sat down in my bed and looked against the wall for a few minutes. "I think I'll have a wonderful week" I thought to myself as I smiled to myself. To be continued.