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Alberta

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"That's ten points," my son Blake said gleefully. "It's going to be so much fun collecting that bet." He and his sister, Judy, were in the kitchen nook seated at the table.

I peeked around the corner rather than just entering the kitchen. I didn't normally monitor my kids' activities. They were incredibly good kids, Judy at twenty years old and Blake just a year younger. Both were super smart, honor students, and I often wondered what might happen if they decided to gang up on my more average intelligence. But even though I wondered, I wasn't afraid of it. My husband and I had always stressed ethical behavior and integrity in their dealings with others. No amount of law can achieve as good a result as having a strong set of internal rules to follow.

"Don't you worry, I'll hold up my end of the bargain," Judy answered. "All debts have to be paid." She sounded like she was reluctant but I heard the overtones in her voice. Whatever the bet was, she intended to have fun paying it off.

I was heartened at Judy's comment. That phrase about paying debts was part of the training we had given our kids. No matter what, they would be good to their word. No one in our family would renege on a promise, a commitment or a debt.

"Oh, yeah, and I'm really looking forward to this one," Blake continued. "Just wait until you find out what it is. And it's a ten-pointer!"

"You didn't write down anything stupid, did you?" Judy asked. Her voice showed some concern that hadn't been there in their previous exchange.

"Don't worry, you'll recognize it instantly," he assured her.

It sounded like Blake and Judy had made a bet and only Blake knew the stakes. That didn't sound like my kids.

"I'll honor the payoff, whatever it is," Judy assured him. "But just watch out, I might not have won this time but I'll write my same wager for our next bet. One of these times, you'll pay."

Wow, this sounded serious. Judy and Blake had apparently made a bet with each having a secret payoff. That wasn't how my husband and I had trained them. They were to be very careful of their commitments. Then again, they trusted each other so much. Maybe their trust in each other was so great that they knew nothing bad would happen in their bet. I was torn between my pride in the trust they had in each other and the fear that they might make blind bets outside of that trust.

I didn't normally intrude in my kids' lives. They knew they could talk with me about anything. In fact, each had shared some very deep and personal information with me and I was happy that I could be their sounding board. But my fears led me to a decision. I would ask Blake what was going on, at my next opportunity.

I backed into the living room, then started humming as I approached the kitchen. When I arrived, Blake and Judy were chatting about school.

-- -- -- -- -- "Blake, do you have a minute?" I asked. It was time for me to pry a little.

"Sure, Mom, what do you need?" he answered with a smile.

We sat at the breakfast table, the normal place for one-on-one conversations in our family.

"I apologize for eavesdropping," I said. "But I overheard something the other day and I'm a little concerned. Can you tell me about it?"

"Sure, Mom," he responded cheerfully. "I'll tell you anything you want to know. I don't have any secrets from you."

"I'm glad to hear that," I assured him. "I heard you and Judy talking about a bet. I guess I don't need to know about the bet itself, unless you want to tell me. I was a little concerned, though, because it sounded like the payoff was a secret from Judy. What's going on with that?"

He laughed. "Oh, that's nothing, Mom," he assured me. "We make blind bets all the time. I would never make Judy do anything bad and I know she would never do that to me, either. Since we both know that, it makes the bets a little more exciting to have an unknown payoff."

"What's a ten-point bet?" I asked.

"Oh, that's one of Judy's little games," he said. There was no hesitation in his response so I was sure he saw nothing wrong in what he described. Still, I waited to satisfy my curiosity. "She likes a progressive bet. So we bet something over some time, say a week. During that week, we keep track of who wins the bet the most times. It's kind of a contest with scoring. When the time's up, the winner is the one with the most points. Or sometimes, we both win and the points tell us about the payoff. That's the neat thing about her game. One time, the bet was one chore. I got nine points and Judy got eight. I was the winner so she had to do nine of my chores. The payoff depends on the number of points."

"That sounds like quite a game," I said. "Can you give me an example of a game where you both won?"

"I can only think of one, off hand," he responded thoughtfully. "The bet was one article. We each had seven points."

"One article?" I prompted. "What does that mean?"

"It's kind of like strip poker," he explained.

I was shocked at his response but I tried to control myself. To be judgmental at this point would damage all the openness we tried to keep between us.

"Each point meant that the other person had to take off an article of clothing," he continued. "It was kind of neat."

"I don't think either of you was wearing seven articles of clothing, were you?" I asked. "Doesn't that mean that you took all your clothes off, in front of each other?"

"Yeah," he answered enthusiastically. "I hadn't seen Judy naked since we were a lot younger. You know she's a fox? She really grew up nice."

"Nicely," I chided. Even in the midst of my shock at Blake's revelation, I was compulsive about his grammar.

Once again, I was torn. I was proud of Blake's forthright answer to my question but disturbed by his casual acceptance of what could become highly inappropriate behavior.

"So you looked each other over carefully?" I guessed.

"You bet," he answered eagerly. "I looked her over and she looked me over. I think I got the better end of that deal, though." He smiled as he replayed the memory. "I definitely got the better end. I didn't realize how exciting Judy is."

"Did you do anything else?" I asked. I was uneasy about his comment about his sister being exciting.

"No, Mom," he assured me. "We just stripped and looked. We were in her room. After we looked each other over, I hurried back to my room."

"Why did you hurry?" I asked.

"Like I said, Mom, Judy is exciting," he explained. "I got hard looking at her. I ran back to my room to take care of it. I didn't figure I should masturbate in front of her."

"You masturbated because of your sister?" I asked. I couldn't keep the shock out of my voice.

My shock didn't seem to register with Blake. "Hell, yes, Mom," he said with undiminished enthusiasm. "What guy wouldn't? She's so hot!" He paused thoughtfully. "I think she did, too. I heard some moaning through the wall between our rooms. Anyway, I know I did. I think I'm the luckiest guy in the world. I live with the two most beautiful women in the world. What guy as lucky as I am wouldn't masturbate?"

I didn't know if Blake realized what he had just said. He not only admitted masturbating because of his foxy sister, he implied that I was part of his stimulation. This was much more information than I thought I would get, and was completely off topic from what I needed to know about, the bet. My surprise at Blake's revelation was compounded by my surprise at my own reaction. My body tingled with the thought that my son found me sexually desirable. Was that true? Did I want to know? I didn't consciously decide to ask and I was surprised to hear the question come out of my mouth.

"Blake, do you masturbate thinking of me?" I asked. Even after I heard the question, I could hardly believe that I asked it. It was even harder to realize that I was excited, waiting for his answer. Why was I excited that Blake might masturbate while thinking of me?

"Of course I do, Mom," he replied without hesitation. "Judy's beautiful and she got it all from you. I don't know anyone who looks as good as you and Judy do. You're an exciting woman, Mom."

"You've seen Judy naked, you just told me that," I said. My mouth was still on automatic. I was too shocked at Blake's revelations to control what I said. "But when have you seen me naked? How could you know whether I'm all that hot?"

Blake looked a little sheepish. "I have to confess something, Mom," he said. "Those times when I walked into the bathroom when you were showering weren't accidents."

"But I covered up as soon as you entered," I objected. That wasn't quite true but that's what I said.

"You did when you knew I was there," he explained. "But sometimes I was really quiet and you didn't know I was there. You really are hot, Mom. Really."

Everything he said rang true. Even though I was emotionally numb, I felt flushed and realized that the tingle in my body had intensified even more. Why was I so turned on by my son's admission? What could I do?

I realized that we had been silent for a while and didn't know how long. I struggled to regain control of myself. As I struggled, I recalled something about Blake catching me in the shower. It was true that I had tried to cover myself when he barged into the bathroom, making lots of noise. I was also aware of him at least some of the times when he snuck in. I tingled those times, too. I had even moved a little more sensually, knowing that he was watching. A few times, after my shower, I had to clean up some cum puddles around the sink. I pretended to myself that those weren't about Blake's excitement at seeing me but I couldn't pretend any more. I not only had his word about masturbating while thinking about me, I had cleaned up the evidence myself!

I tried to focus on the reason for my talk with Blake. It was difficult. In our family, we often joked that all secrets eventually come out. Blake's secret of masturbating was no longer a secret. But I needed to know about the bet.

"So your bet with Judy is one of these progressive wagers, right?" I asked. I hoped to get the conversation away from the totally disturbing and exciting subject of Blake's sexual response to me. I still had to pursue the somewhat less disturbing subject of the bet.

"That's it," he confirmed.

"What was your wager?" I asked.

"It's just something I heard Judy talk about once," he said. His tone implied that it wasn't a big thing. "It's one more kiss."

"One more kiss?" I asked.

"That's it," he said. "But please, Mom, don't tell Judy. We're not supposed to reveal our wagers until the end of the bet time."

"What can you tell me about one more kiss?" I prompted.

"I can't," he said. "It's Judy's game. Maybe you can get her to explain it. But don't let her know that it's my wager."

"I'll try to be careful," I assured him. "Is there anything else you'd like to share with me right now?"

"No, Mom," he said.

I was relieved that he didn't want to share anything else at the moment. It would take me a long time to get my head around what I had just learned. And I had to get myself calmed down. I was way too excited for much more discussion with my son right then.

-- -- -- -- --

"Hi, Judy, do you have a minute?" I asked.

"Of course, Mom," she answered. I felt another swell of pride. Both of my kids were so considerate and cooperative.

"I don't know how to ask this, Judy," I said. "I heard Blake talking about a progressive game, something about doing chores. What's that all about?"

"Oh, that was just a trial," she said. "I invented this game to see if I could help Elroy get over his shyness."

"Your boyfriend, Elroy?" I prompted.

"How many Elroys do you know about?" she teased. "It's not like we have the Jetsons next door or anything. Yes, Elroy my boyfriend. He was so shy and withdrawn that I wanted to get him out of his shell. So I invented this game. The wager I made with Blake was an early version, just doing one more thing."

"Whoa, Honey, go back to the beginning, or at least to the basics of the game," I begged. "Don't assume that I know anything because I assure you I don't."

"Sorry, Mom," she said. "The game is simple. I make a multi-point bet with someone and then . . ."

"What's a multi-point bet?" I prompted. I really wanted all the details from her and showing total ignorance was a minor subterfuge that should help.

"Oh," she said. "Make a bet where there are chances to win or lose several times over time. It's like a basketball game or something but you get a point every time you do something right or something happens right. You lose a point to the other person when something happens wrong. It can be anything but you have to be able to count score."

"OK, I understand," I confirmed.

"When you finish the bet, one person has more points than the other," she resumed. "The game is the payoff for the bet. The more points the winner has, the more the loser has to do to pay it off. The one you asked about was when I bet Blake with a one more chore game. I ended up having to do lots of his chores."

"So what did you do with Elroy?" I asked.

"I invented a special game for him," she said proudly. "It worked out pretty well. I called the game one more kiss. The basic rule was that each point required another kiss. And each kiss required touching more than had been touched before. I also required that both people had to be fully involved in the kiss. As you can imagine, it didn't take too many levels before he touched me like I wanted to be touched."

"What do you mean?" I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer. "What did he want to do and what did you want? How did it turn out?"

"You know I like my boyfriends to show that they like my body," Judy explained. "Elroy never showed that on his own. And his version of a kiss was something you'd expect from a five year old. I wanted a sensual kiss, some petting and some exploration."

"Yes," I acknowledged. Judy and I had talked about her dating exploits before. She was a good girl but she really liked to touch and be touched. "I'm really glad you're comfortable sharing that with me."

"Well, I got him to agree to one more kiss," Judy continued. "We got a bet to the fifth level. The funny thing, though is that I had to use his loss to make the bet work. He wouldn't go with it as a winner. Who would have thought that making out with me was something you'd have to lose to experience?"

We both laughed at that.

"Anyway, I got him to kiss me and rub my back on the first kiss," she said. "I got him to touch my breasts through my bra with the second kiss. On the third kiss, I rubbed his cock through his trousers and I got him to grope me through my jeans. Finally, on the fourth kiss, I touched his cock and he touched my pussy. He chickened out before I could collect the fifth kiss. I was so frustrated but he wouldn't budge."

"If it weren't so funny, I'd feel sorry for you," I said with a little laugh.

"I know," she agreed. "If I hadn't been so frustrated, I would have laughed, too."

"So what other games have you invented?" I asked.

"Actually, I experimented with a couple of simple games but one more kiss was the best," Judy confirmed. "That got me in the direction I wanted to go with Elroy. Unfortunately, while the direction was good, the distance sucked. I think it took one more level with Elroy than it would have taken with anyone who wasn't so shy. But one more kiss is my best game, at least so far."

"Who else knows about one more kiss?" I asked.

"Just you, me and Elroy," she said. "It's not exactly a game I'd choose to use indiscriminately."

"I can understand that," I agreed.

"Were there any other games you'd like to tell me about?" I prompted.

"There's one, but you have to promise not to freak out," she said tentatively.

"I promise," I said. "Was that promise just to engage my curiosity? You know you can tell me anything."

"I know," she said. "I played a game of one more article with Blake."

"What's one more article?" I asked, pretending ignorance. It wasn't easy, particularly since I was shocked once again. Would these shocks never cease? My shock wasn't about the game, of course, but the fact that I knew about it and I was about to get confirmation from Judy about what Blake had told me. I couldn't reveal my shock or surprise until Judy told me something specific about the game.

"Each point requires losing an article of clothing," she said. "That's a game where we didn't declare a winner. Each of us had points and used them. We ended up getting naked."

I tried to look surprised. "Shades of strip poker," I commented. "How did that work out?"

"I didn't realize it but Blake has become quite a hunk," she said. "And I guess he liked what he saw of me because he got hard while he was looking at me. I thought it was pretty exciting, too."

"What did you do?" I asked. "What did Blake do?"

"I think Blake was too excited to stick around," she said with a little smile. "He ran out of my room and I heard his door slam shut. Then I heard some funny noises from his room. I wouldn't be surprised if I found out that he masturbated there. I know I did in my room."

"You masturbated thinking about Blake?" I asked, trying to remain casual.

"I did, isn't that delicious?" she confirmed happily. "I don't know if it was the situation, finding out that he's a hunk or seeing him get a hard-on. But it was exciting and I masturbated thinking about it. It was good."

I knew, with Judy's confirmation of what Blake had told me, that my children were on the road to committing incest. If the one more kiss wager got Elroy to the point where he and Judy touched each others' genitals with only five points, a ten point wager with willing participants would easily take them to intercourse. What could I do?

"Is there anything else you'd like to tell me about?" I asked.

"No, Mom," Judy answered. "You know, Mom, I'm really glad that I can share anything with you. None of the other girls can do that. I'm really lucky to have you as my mom."

"That's what I'm here for," I said.

-- -- -- -- --

I was in a real quandary. What kind of Pandora's box had I opened? What was I going to do with all the information I had just learned? What did I know now that I didn't know before? The list was too long but I tried to go through it anyway. My two children found each other sexually exciting, so much so that they each masturbated thinking about the other. They had a bet going that would certainly result in them having incestuous sex together. Neither seemed to know that their bet would lead to that act of incest. Each of them considered their interactions to be completely innocent and natural. If only that were true. Unfortunately, social rules and biology stated otherwise. Incest was taboo practically everywhere in the world and illegal in some countries. If they went that way, would my children know enough to keep it private between them or at least within the family? Biological penalties for incest have been well documented, the children of incestuous relationships suffering from the emergence of recessive genetic traits. Would my children be smart enough to ensure that they didn't have any children together? Judy, at least, was on the pill. And my husband and I had made sure that both of our children knew how sex worked and what the consequences could be from unfortunate sexual decisions. So maybe they could be artful enough to keep their interactions free of undesirable consequences. But it was still incest.

I wished that my husband were there, instead of being off on a business trip. We always came up with better solutions together than either of us did alone. But he wasn't there and wouldn't be for another week. With the end of my kids' bet coming up, my husband couldn't possibly be back in time for us to compare notes. What would he warn me about if he were there? His standard warning, almost a joke between us, was that I tended to be overprotective of my children. But that was my job as their mother, wasn't it? Wasn't I supposed to protect my kids from experiences and decisions that would cause problems for them? I would watch out for my tendency but I had to go ahead. If only I could figure out what to do.


Alberta, My Naughty Mother-In-Law



Last weekend, while my wife was out of town, I had the wildest experience of my life. I was helping her sixty five year old mother, Alberta who lives next door, work in the yard. I have had the hots for my mother ever since I had found some old nude Polaroid's of her a couple of years ago. She has always been very sexy and the photos proved she was kinky as well. I would jack off to the photos of her shoving dildoes in her hairy ass and pussy while giving head to a well hung man often.

Even now, she is still sexy. She was wearing a spaghetti string blouse without a bra, loose fitting shorts, which were not doing justice to her nice tight ass, and a pair of flip flops. I couldn't help but look down her blouse every time she bent over. Her pretty 34B's were saggy but still delicious looking. Her nipples were fully erect, due to the fabric of the blouse constantly rubbing her tender flesh. I kept fantasizing about sucking on her taut nipples. My cock began rise in my shorts. I grabbed the wheel barrow and loaded it up so that she wouldn't see my erection.

Alberta asked me to get the ladder so that she could nail some loose siding back on the house. As I was setting up the ladder, she raised her arms to pull back her long blonde, graying hair. I couldn't help but notice her armpits were covered with thick patches of darker hair. I have had a hairy armpit fetish for many years. Damn, I was in heaven. 

Alberta began to climb up the ladder as I held it in place. I looked up to see if I could spy another view of her hairy pits, and was surprised to see that my eyes had fixed up the right leg of her shorts. The view was fantastic. She was wearing a pair of white bikini cut cotton panties. Her dark hairy pubes were fighting to escape from under the cotton fabric. I could feel my cock beginning to rise again. My erection was making my shorts feel tight. I decided to turn my head away, before I exploded in my shorts. My eyes fixed next on her flip flop covered feet, which were now eye level to me. Oh, how delicious her feet looked. I loved her feet. Alberta normally wore either flip flops or walked around barefoot. Her toes are so pretty. They are long, bony but somewhat meaty. I love the way her pinkie toenails sit along the outer sides of her toes.

Alberta wiggled her toes as she repositioned her feet upon the ladder. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to lick her toes right there on the ladder. I told her that I had to take a piss. She climbed down the ladder and waited as I ran around to the back of the shed. I pulled out my cock and began stroking it hard. I looked like Bruce Lee in "The Fist of Fury". After a minute, my cock exploded, spraying a huge glob of cum along the back wall of the shed. I pulled my shorts back up and returned back to my mother-in -law.

Alberta, while pulling back her hair again said ,"Honey ,it's getting too hot out here. I need to take a shower, my pits are getting sweaty."

"Ok." 

"My shower isn't working. Can I use yours?" 

"Sure"

She went next door and got some clothes and a towel and returned. I led her to the bathroom. The whole time she was in the shower, I couldn't help but fantasize that I was in there with her. My cock began rising again as I imagined rubbing soap lather all over her sexy body. I began rubbing my hand on my growing member as I heard the bathroom door open.

"I feel much better now," she said.

I couldn't help but see her dirty clothes laying on the countertop. Balled up on the top of the pile were her white panties. I had to sniff them, and fast.

"Hon, I just wanted to..." 

"Hold that thought," I interrupted, rushing to the bathroom. "I've got to shit."

I quickly locked the door behind me and reached for my treasure on the countertop. As I unballed her panties I noticed a bunch of dark gray hairs stuck to the cotton crotch area. I also noticed a yellow pee stain and a faint brown streak covering the interior of the cotton crotch. My hands trembled as I lifted the crotch area to my nose. I took a whiff. Phew. The odor was strong with the mixture of sweaty pussy, piss and shit. My cock immediately sprang up again. With the smelly panties still up to my nose, I pulled down my shorts and began whacking my cock off again. I was intoxicated by the smell that was flooding my brain. Her smelly cunt had been in these panties all day. Oh, how nice they were. I wished that I could taste her pussy right then and there. I ran my tongue along the interior of the crotch. After several minutes, a knock came on the door.

"Did you fall in hon?" she questioned

Out of breath, I responded " I'll be out in a minute."

I then came again. A warm sticky load of my man juice shot from my cock. I wiped my cock off with her panty crotch and reballed them and threw them back on the pile.

When I emerged from the bathroom. I said, "What was that you were saying before?"

"I just wanted to thank you for helping me out today and invite you over for dinner hon," she said.

"Sure, that sounds nice."

"Come over around seven and bring a bottle of wine," she said as she was gathering her dirty clothes from the countertop.

"Alright. It's a date," I said jokingly.

I arrived at her place about a quarter to seven. She was finishing up the meal. We ate and drank, talked and drank and drank until we finished the bottle. I could feel a buzz coming on and her speech was definitely starting to slur. We moved over to the sofa and turned on some music. Alberta, laid her feet on my lap and crossed her hands behind her head, exposing those thick patches of dark graying hairs. Damn, she looked hot.

"Hon, my old feet are tired. Could you please be an angel and rub them for an old lady?"

"Sure." taking her feet in my hands.

Then it happened. My cock began to rise again. There I was with no escape, staring at her hairy armpits and rubbing her feet which were about a foot from my wanting mouth.

"Damn. Do my feet turn you on, like my dirty panties did?"

"Huh?" I said dumbstruck.

"I know you beat off to my panties while you were in the bathroom. You left the crotch full of cum.If you wanted to smell my old pussy, why didn't you just ask?" 

Alberta then pulled her right hand from behind her head and slid it into her shorts and began rubbing her pussy.

I didn't know what to say. Alberta was getting me harder by the second. "Do you wanna fuck this old woman?" 

"Hell yeah." 

"First, I want you to suck on my old toes. I know that's what you want."

I did as she said, taking her right foot and bringing it to my mouth, I ran my tongue around her toes. I then starting sucking on each of her piggies. 

"Mmmm" she moaned in ecstasy. "That's right suck each one. Lick between them too."

I was like a shark getting a slab of fresh meat, devouring her pretty toes. Alberta was still rubbing her cunt as I started on her second foot. This went on for several minutes. My cock was about to rip through my shorts when she said, "Hold on. I've got an idea how to lower that erection." Alberta pulled her feet off of my lap and stood up. She then reached into her mouth and removed two denture plates. In the eight years, I have known her, I didn't know she wore dentures. She placed them on the table and returned to me, kneeling down, she looked up into my eyes and shouted, "Drop your linens and start grinning!"

I pulled down my shorts and out sprang my cock.

"Damn, I haven't seen one this big in years. I hope you don't hurt me when I let you fuck me." 

Alberta then placed her toothless mouth around the shaft of my penis. Oooooh,it felt wonderful. She bobbed her head up and down my shaft with the precision of a porn star. I couldn't believe I had my cock in my wife's mother's mouth. I was really enjoying the sensation of her gums rubbing alongside my cock. Normally while getting head, I would hold my hands on the woman's head as she bobbed on my schlong , but this time I slid my fingers into each of her armpits. I could feel that her hairy pits were already becoming sweaty. I then took my left hand out and raised it to my nose. Inhaling deeply, I smelt her sweaty pit fragrance off of my fingers. It was driving me wild. I then repeated the procedure with my right hand, as I felt my cock twitch. I immediately grabbed the back of her head with both hands and held her head in place as I thrust my cock deep into her throat before spewing a hot sticky load of cum in her mouth. Alberta began to gag as my salty cum filled her old mouth.

"Swallow it. Bitch!" I howled, as I unleashed a second smaller load.

She attempted to swallow as much of my cum as possible while trying not to throw up. With a quick gulp she got the majority down. I released her head and noticed tears in her eyes. Alberta had left some cum running down her chin. I helped her up and our mouths met instantly. I licked my remaining cum from her chin and kissed her passionately.

After several minutes of making out, I ripped off her clothes. I lay her down on the sofa and shoved my face in her hairy crotch. My tongue maneuvered through the thick forest of her dark gray pubic hair, making its way to her clit. My tongue took turns working on her clit and labia. Her cunt, although freshly bathed, smelt strong of her juices and cream. I ate her pussy out for what seemed like an eternity before sliding my tongue down her labia and up her hairy ass crack. I found her rosy sphincter amidst the gray hairs and began tongue fucking her shit chute. Her asshole had a sweet taste to it. I worked the tip of my tongue inside her sphincter.

Alberta moaned. "Oh yes. That's it. Eat this old lady's shithole."

I did. I could feel Alberta's old body begin to quiver as if she was having a seizure, when she grabbed my head and yelled," Oooooh, yes I'm gonna cuuuummm!"

I lifted my face back to her well juiced cunt to taste her love cream when it happened. Alberta's hips raised off the sofa and she unloaded. At first I thought she had just pissed in my face as I was hit with a steady stream of warm liquid, but the salty taste was unmistakenly her cum. I wiped my forehead and continued to lick her salty load and cream from her wrinkled pussy. I had to have eaten a quart of her cum.

After getting our breath back. I took her to her room. I laid on my back with my cock standing at full attention again. I helped Alberta squat onto my penis. Her wrinkled cunt was about to be fucked and fucked hard. I watched as she lowered her pussy down unto the tip of my cock head. She then slowly lowered her body down around me. The sight of my cock disappearing into her well lubricated cunt turned me on even more. Taking my entire 7" cock into her, Alberta stopped moving. She wanted to savor the feeling of being filled with my manhood. I wasn't complaining either. Her moist warm cunt felt like home to my cock. I saw a smile form on her toothless mouth, right before she started to ride. Alberta rode me like a cowgirl at a rodeo. Her pussy made sloshing sounds as I reached up to play with her saggy 34B's. 

"Squeeze them. Pinch my nipples." she screamed.

I was having the time of my life as I played with her titties. Alberta picked up the pace and was allowing for longer strokes. I could hear and feel her ass slapping against my ball sack. My toes began to curl. I exploded filling her old pussy with my hot cum. She continued to ride me for about another minute before she came all over the bed. Her warm juices ran down the crack of my ass when she raised herself up off of me. Alberta, then stood above me with her feet straddling my head. She spread her pussy lips and then lowered herself onto my face. 

"Clean this mess up you naughty boy." 

I did as she asked. My tongue and mouth worked like a hoover cleaning the mixture of our cum from her smelly wet cunt. Thinking this day couldn't be any better and about to leave she said ,"What? You don't want to fuck my ass?"

She didn't have to ask twice. I quickly chubbed up and bent her over the side of the bed. I then bent over and spit onto her puckered asshole. I then stood up and placed my cock head up to her tight sphincter and began to push. Alberta grabbed a pillow and began shoving it into her toothless mouth. I pulled my cock, which was about 3 inches in her, back out before ramming it all the way home. I could hear Alberta's muffled cries as my tool penetrated her very sensitive region. My hands grasped each of her hips as I thrust my cock deep into her rectum. Alberta was in serious pain as I could hear her cries were getting louder now. I felt as if I was raping this old woman. 

I went to pull my cock out when she dropped the pillow and called over her shoulder, "Nooo. Don't stop. Fuck me hard. Hon. I want you to fuck me like I'm a cheap whore."

That was all the encouragement that I needed. My cock went into jackhammer mode, splitting my sixty five year old mother in two. I pounded away at her asshole for nearly five minutes at full speed before I came filling her anus with my last load of the night. Exhausted we both fell over onto the bed. Out of breath and sweaty I lay with my face buried in her smelly hairy pit until morning. 

The next morning I awoke to Alberta finishing off what was left of my morning wood. After she gulped down my cum she made me breakfast. After breakfast, we fucked again before I went home to shower.

Alberta thanked me for the wonderful evening and told me that if I ever needed to get laid that I should come see her again. I have a feeling that I'll be taking her up on that offer.



Alberta



I had gotten sidetracked from my list. That just shows how upset I was. What else had I learned?

My son found me sexually exciting. He admitted as much and told me that he masturbated while thinking about me. That was shocking. Actually, the confirmation was shocking even though I had indications of his interest before. I might have imagined that he would be curious about his sister but never imagined seriously that he would want to think of me in a sexual way. Worse, I found myself flattered, then excited when he told me about his masturbation. When he told me, it was with full confidence that we were open and honest about our feelings, and that we would keep the information within the family. If I acted on what he told me, would I betray that confidence? What about the other side? I hadn't been honest with him when he told about sneaking in to see me in the shower. I never told him that knew about it and cleaned up his cum after he masturbated. Should I have revealed that I sometimes left the bathroom door just a little ways open when I showered, fantasizing that he might come in and surprise me? Could I tell him that I had snuck into the bathroom and watched while he showered? I acted like I didn't know he was a hunk, even though I was very much aware of the fact and found it exciting.

Blake's attraction for me was surprising enough. My decision was clouded by the fact that the attraction was mutual. How could I make a rational decision for the good of my family when I had my own fantasy desires?

As I went through the list, as fuzzy as it was, I realized that I was approaching a solution, one that seemed unthinkable. It was clear to me that I could only protect one of my children. Would I protect Blake or Judy? It seemed that I would not be able to protect Blake without throwing Judy to the wolves, the two legged kind. If I diverted the imminent sexual act away from Blake, Judy would still be on the hook and I didn't know who we could trust to complete the wager with her in a safe way. On the other hand, if I protected Judy from the consequences of the bet, I was the only one who could complete it with Blake, thus giving him some protection. But if I did so, I would commit my own act of incest.

My possible solution, rapidly approaching certainty as the only possible one, was for me to willingly assume the responsibility to pay Judy's end of the bet. I would have to play the one more kiss game with Blake. But was I choosing that option to protect Judy or because I was attracted to my son? And why did my pussy tingle so much as I thought through my options?

I churned through my choices and all I had learned, for hours. When I reached my final decision, I was far from certain that it was the right decision. I just knew that I had only one more day before the end of the bet. If I waited any longer, my decision would be no decision, leaving Blake and Judy to complete their bet. If my husband were around, I could talk with him and we might be able to figure out another solution. But he was completely out of range of any practical form of communication. I was on my own. I had to decide and couldn't wait much longer. If only my damned pussy weren't so wet and tingly, distracting me from what I needed to decide.

-- -- -- -- --

"Ha! That's eleven," Blake said triumphantly to his sister. "I'll bet you've never had a progressive bet that high before."

"You're right," Judy confirmed. "I hope your wager is fun."

"So do I," Blake agreed.

I felt my heart sink. With what I knew of Judy's game, there was no chance that the bet would result in anything but fully active sex between them. I had to act.

I backtracked into the living room and hummed as I approached the kitchen. Blake and Judy were again discussing school.

"Hi, kids, what's up?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing much, Mom," Blake answered with a barely suppressed grin.

Judy looked a little sheepish and didn't say anything.

"Blake, I need to talk with you for a few minutes," I said. "Will you take a walk with me?"

"Of course, Mom," he replied happily. "Anything for you."

I wondered if he knew just how ironic that comment was, in light of what I was about to offer him. In moments, I would offer him open license for practically anything.

"Blake, how much do you know about the one more kiss game?" I asked bluntly.

"Not much, Mom," he answered. "I heard Judy talking about it on the phone with Elroy. I had the impression that Judy thought it was fun and Elroy was dragging his feet. But I didn't hear any details. Judy started to talk about something else when she realized I was there."

I thought for a moment, still hesitant about my decision. Then I stiffened my resolve. "I've learned a little about the game, from Judy," I explained. "You know I try not to interfere with your lives, either yours or Judy's. But I'm afraid I'll have to make an exception in this case. I can't let you go through with this bet."

"But Mom, we made the bet and it's almost time to find out what it really means," he objected. "We both agreed on the terms. We committed to the bet and the consequences. And you've always taught us to live up to our word and pay our debts. That's the phrase. A debt must always be paid."

"I know, Sweetheart," I confirmed. "I know I can't cancel the bet or the debt. But I can make sure the debt is paid. Judy won't pay it. I will."

Blake's reaction surprised me. I expected him to object, to argue that the bet was strictly between Judy and him. But he didn't. For a moment, a look of pure glee crossed his face, to be instantly replaced by a look of concern.

"Are you sure, Mom?" he asked. "Do you know what you're agreeing to?"

"I think I know more about the game than you do," I assured him. "I don't know what the bet was, but that doesn't make much difference, does it? I'm just making sure that the debt is paid. I'll do what's necessary to play the game, to pay off the bet."

"You're absolutely sure?" he prompted.

Blake's earlier look of glee had returned, even though he seemed to be trying to suppress it. Apparently, he liked the idea of kissing me. If all he knew of the game was the name, one more kiss, he would expect to kiss me a lot. I was surprised as I felt the moisture in my pussy. I liked the idea of kissing him, too. And I knew, from the rules of the game, that we'd do more than kiss. I tried to return to rationality and stiffened my resolve to back up my decision.

"Absolutely," I confirmed. "Do you accept?"

"Of course I do," he answered enthusiastically. "Did you know it's now a level eleven consequence?"

"I don't know exactly what that will mean," I responded truthfully. "But we'll figure that out, won't we?"

"We sure will," he answered excitedly. "Mom, you're the greatest."

I decided that a little care was required. I was certain that the payoff would involve sex even though sex wasn't specified. "Blake, I know we'll be kissing," I said. "Will you do me a favor? Make sure you brush your teeth and shave beforehand, OK?"

"Of course, Mom," he agreed happily. "I'll brush, shave and shower, just like I would before a date."

"I hadn't thought of it like a date," I admitted. "I guess that's a good idea. But I don't think we need to dress up to be fancy. After all, we'll just be here, won't we?"

"Yeah, we'll just be here," he confirmed. "Mom, I'm really looking forward to this."

"I am, too, Honey," I assured him. "I hope we both like it."

"I'm sure we will," he said, his happiness seeming to increase even more. "I know I will."

"Since we're talking about it like a date, let's get together tomorrow night at seven thirty," I said. "I'll spend a little time before that getting ready. While I do, don't you dare sneak into my bathroom."

Did he know more than he was letting on? Only time would tell. Personally, I was very nervous about the whole situation. On the other hand, I felt good about having a time to start.

-- -- -- -- --

When I returned to the house, I told Judy of my decision. She objected, as I thought she might, but accepted my decision when I assured her that the debt would be paid and the bet completed properly. She confirmed that it was an eleven point bet.

-- -- -- -- --

Blake knocked on my bedroom door right at seven thirty. I was amused at his promptness. Thinking about what we would probably be doing, I chose red a wrap-around, knee-length dress made of a touchably soft fabric. The wrap-around would allow easy access inside, so I included a pink lace matching bra and panty set. My red, four-inch heels made the outfit sexier but I didn't know if Blake would recognize the cause as much as the effect. A short, red scarf around my neck, hanging loosely down the front, gave my V neckline a more tantalizing impact. Again, Blake might appreciate the result without understanding why it would be so fascinating.

I had been ready for nearly half an hour and spent the time nervously pacing. Intellectually, I knew what to expect. Emotionally, I was scared and uneasy. What I planned to do with my son, whether my reasons were high-minded or composed of my own desires, and I didn't really know the mix myself, was something I had only started to consider in just the last few days. 

"Come in," I invited, standing next to my bed, facing the door.

Blake opened the door tentatively and completely forgot about the door when he saw me. My preparations were as effective as I had hoped. His eyes widened in shock. "Wow!" he breathed. He stared at me, looking up and down, unable to find just one place for his eyes to focus. I felt a thrill that I had managed to strike him speechless. Well, he was almost speechless. "Mom, you're gorgeous!"

"Thank you, Blake," I responded with a smile. "I hoped you'd like what you saw."

"I like what I see, Mom, I love you," he breathed in response. He continued to stare at me, his eyes darting from place to place, never stopping.

"Blake, close the door and come in," I invited.

He blinked and turned to comply.

"Mom, I don't know what to do," he stammered.

"Come over here and lets talk about it," I invited, sitting on the bed. When I turned to face him, tucking a leg underneath, my wrap-around skirt separated to reveal much of my right thigh.

Blake was captivated by my thigh as he sat next to me on the bed. He turned to mirror my posture.

"If we're going to satisfy the bet, we'd better understand the one more kiss game," I said. "Do you know the rules?"

"No, just that it's a progressive game and it involves kissing," he said.

"Well, brace yourself, Blake, because there's more to it than that," I said. "The first rule is that each kiss requires touching something that hasn't been touched during prior kisses."

His eyes widened with awareness. "That could get pretty interesting, pretty fast," he observed.

"Yes, it could," I confirmed. "The second rule is that players are to be totally involved in what's going on. The rule doesn't allow any hesitation, shyness or reluctance. Hang-ups have no part in this game."

"I guess that's why Judy liked the game for Elroy," he mused. "I wonder what happened when he played it."

"I really don't know," I commented.

Blake thought for a moment. "Mom, this could get really intimate. Are you sure you want to do this?" His agile mind always impressed me.

"I knew the rules when I offered to pay the debt for Judy," I assured him. "So I knew what I was getting into. You and your sister, on the other hand, were blindly headed toward more intimacy than I thought you should encounter by surprise. When you and I are done with this game, I need to talk with you and Judy about your bets and payoffs."

"I guess so," he agreed thoughtfully. "But Mom, this is a level eleven payoff. That means lots of touching. Are you sure about this? We can mutually agree to call it off."

"No, Blake, every debt must be paid," I asserted. "There are two reasons your father and I raised you with that rule. The first is that you have to have integrity to live a quality life. The second is that you have to experience the consequences of your decisions if you are to develop your awareness of how you make commitments. My intention is to go forward with this. But let me ask you. If you had to choose between going ahead with this game or canceling the debt, what would you choose? Do you want this game?"

I couldn't miss the gleam in his eyes. "Honestly, Mom, I want this," he confirmed. There was now no doubt. Even his offer to cancel the bet was given from kindness, not from an honest desire to stop. He really wanted to play this game with me. So for me to cancel the debt, even with his offer to do so, would be wrong.

"Then the debt will be paid," I affirmed. "I'll honor the bet in letter and spirit."

"So how do we start?" he asked.

"We start with a kiss," I said. "After all, the game is one more kiss. The second rule says it should be a good kiss, not just a peck on the cheek. And we should both enjoy it. I thought maybe something like a goodnight kiss you'd share at the end of a good date. What do you think?"

"Mom, I sometimes let my hands wander a little during a goodnight kiss," he objected.

"The rules say no hang-ups and both people are fully involved," I pointed out. "Maybe we should just try it and see how things work out."

"OK, Mom, I'm ready," he said. "Do we want to kiss here or what?" He was obviously uneasy about how to start.

I stood up and motioned for him to stand in front of me. When he did, I immediately noticed the bulge in his slacks. I stepped toward him and held out my arms. He echoed my move and we found each other embracing. I felt the pressure of his chest on my breasts and the bulge in his pants pushing against my stomach. I lifted my face and our lips met.

I felt his eagerness in our kiss. Still, it felt strange to be kissing my son on the lips. The last time I had kissed him on the lips was when he was a toddler and didn't know what kisses were. It was cute to see him try to figure out how to kiss. I had stopped kissing him on the lips when he learned a little more about kissing. Of course, at that age, there was no sexual meaning in our kisses. He was just really cute about the whole thing.

I pushed that memory aside and tried to get more involved. There was no part for that memory in my warm, sensual kiss with the adult man in my arms. Blake was talented with his lips, expressing a passionate song with his lips and tongue. I had enjoyed the addition of tongue to our kiss and didn't even notice when we took that step.

It felt so good to kiss Blake that I began to caress his back, almost automatically. He returned the gesture and I felt the waves of pleasure flow through me with his talented touches.

Again, I barely noticed when we began to caress each others' behinds. I noticed that his butt was firm and nice to touch. His tender caresses on my butt showed that he enjoyed touching me as much as I enjoyed his touch and enjoyed touching him as well. I was surprised at how good it felt to caress his sexy, firm and well-rounded butt. His boner felt incredibly good, pressed between us. I squeezed and pulled his butt as we intensified our tongue dance in our kiss.

I thrilled when I felt that special touch at the lower curve of my butt cheeks, the touch that only my husband had ever given me. Then that thought triggered a panic response. I was shocked with the emotional realization that my son had just caressed me as only my husband had touched me before. I gasped and pulled away from our kiss.

"Mom, did I do something wrong?" Blake asked with obvious concern.

What could I say? My panic was an emotional response to the surprise I experienced. Blake had done nothing wrong. I was further surprised at my emotional response. Had all my previous soul-searching been purely intellectual? Would I experience other unexpected emotional responses? And where had Blake learned to touch me like that?

None of that really mattered, I needed to get a grip on myself. "No, Blake, you didn't do anything wrong," I assured him. "I just thought of something and got distracted. I'm sorry I let that happen. But I guess that's the end of the first kiss. You're a good kisser, you know. Give me a second and we'll start the second kiss. Would you like to do anything different to start?"

"I really would, Mom, if you don't mind," he said. "Do you mind if I stand behind you and kiss you over your shoulder?"

"Sure, we can do that," I answered with a smile. "Do you have something in mind for that position?"

"Yes, I think I know what I want to touch, Mom," he answered enthusiastically. "May I?"

"Sure you can," I agreed. "The rules say we have to touch more than we did before."

I turned my back to Blake and turned my head to my right so we could kiss. It was a little awkward but I wanted to know what he had in mind. Actually, I had an idea so I wasn't surprised when he immediately cupped my big breasts in his eager hands. His touch was delightful and I relaxed into the kiss and his warm, caressing hands.

When Blake was little, after he was weaned from feeding from my breasts, he had a habit that was both annoying and too cute to stop. When I held him, his little hands would inevitably find their ways to my hard nipples. I've never worn a bra that hid or suppressed my nipples, except while I was nursing. It was always such a pleasure to rub my breasts on objects I passed or on my escort if I was dating or out with my husband. And with my large breasts, I never needed any padding. So Blake's little hands could always find my nipples. He would reflexively squeeze and pinch them in his version of the simple grasping reflex that infants and toddlers always have. It was always non-sexual for him, children of that age have no awareness of sexual impacts of their actions.

What was I thinking? This was no time to reminisce about the cute and innocent behaviors of a tiny child. I pushed the thoughts of tiny Blake out of my mind and focused on adult Blake's touches on my breasts. As his hands cupped my breasts, or rather attempted to cup them, he tweaked my nipples and sent thrills of pleasure shooting through my body.

My pleasure increased as I realized just how good it felt to have Blake's hard-on pressed against my butt. He rubbed it back and forth, making sure I felt it and, I was sure, giving himself some additional stimulation. I savored the contact, wondering in my pleasure how it would feel to wrap my hand around such a proudly hard member. I slid a hand around behind me to touch his side. Sliding it farther, I moved it lower and pressed it between us. It didn't take long for me to reach my goal, stroking the bulge in his trousers. It was, indeed, a proud member and I felt my excitement grow as I softly explored its outlines with my searching fingers.

Blake continued to caress one breast and tweak its nipple, each tweak giving yet another spark of excitement and pleasure to our game. He moved his other hand down my torso to slide it inside the overlap on my dress, caressing my stomach through my soft, pink lace panties. Even though my husband had only been gone a week, my son's pleasure-filled touch felt like something I had been missing for a long time. I didn't know if I should press my stomach to his hand or my butt to his hard cock. Drawing the most pleasure I could, I rocked my hips forward and back, loving the touch of his hand through my panties and his cock with my hand and my butt.

In spite of the awkwardness of our kiss, our posture felt exciting and familiar. I went with the delightful flow, my hand automatically stroking Blake's hard cock through his soft trousers, then sliding his zipper down to give me access inside. Now I stroked his cock with only his boxer shorts between my hand and his skin. The increased intimacy of our touches made me want to jump with happiness. His hand on my stomach slid lower to stroke my pussy and clit through my panties. God, but he had a wonderful touch! I had to have his hand touching my bare pussy and clit! When I slid my hand to the head of his cock and beyond, to push his boxers down, he slid his hand to the waist of my panties and caressed inside down to my mound. I grasped his bare, hard boner. It felt so good, so big, so hard! I thrilled when my son's dick throbbed at my touch. He loved it as much as I did! I gasped when Blake slid his hand to gently rub a finger on my clit. He knew exactly how to thrill me, to touch me gently then explore further.




Alberta



I was shocked to realize that my actions with Blake, my son, were exactly those I had taken with my husband, the first time we had engaged in risky foreplay. We had gone to a dance and had found ourselves on an otherwise deserted patio. We faced the railing, kissed and explored each other exactly as Blake and I just did. What was going on? How had Blake known about those particular moves? Or had our touches been serendipitous, accidental echoes of what I had shared with my husband more than twenty years before?

In my shock, I didn't realize that I had stopped kissing Blake and had pulled my hand from his cock.

"Is something wrong, Mom?" he asked.

I turned to face him, rotating away from his hand that was inside my panties. My move made his hand withdraw from my pussy. I realized that the move could be misinterpreted. "No, Blake, nothing is wrong," I assured him. "I just got distracted again. I'm sorry that it disturbed you."

"I thought, when you pulled away, . . ." he started.

"I didn't mean to pull away," I interrupted, pulling him for a quick, soft kiss. "Blake, I really enjoyed what we just did. I intend to enjoy it even more with our next kiss. When you think about it, we've come a long way with just two kisses. Don't you think so?"

"When you put it that way, yes," he agreed. "We're not going to make it to eleven, are we, Mom?"

"I don't think so," I confirmed.

I thought about what Blake and I had just done. I knew, when I agreed to pay off Judy's bet, that I would most likely end up having sex with Blake, my son. Intellectually, after all my agonized analysis, even with all my distracting memories and feelings, my decision seemed good and I still couldn't see any alternative that would have been any better. But how good would the experience be for Blake if I continued to run into emotional shocks that derailed me? To do this right, if right were a word that could be used with my coming incest with my son, I had to go with the excitement and passion of the encounter. I had to fuck him eagerly and thoroughly. If he used some touches that I thought of as special between me and my husband, I had to embrace the special feelings and use them to enhance our experience.

"You seem thoughtful, Mom," Blake observed. "Are you having second thoughts about this? Do you want to quit?"

"I know why I got distracted, Son, and I don't intend for it to happen again," I assured him. "Your touches felt wonderful to me and I'm looking forward to experiencing what you want to touch next. Why, do you want to quit?"

"No way, Mom," he said so quickly that I almost laughed. "I don't want to quit. I want just as many kisses as I can get, whether we touch more or not. But I want to touch more. You have no idea how much I want to do this with you. I've wanted to kiss and touch you for a long, long time. This is my dream, my fantasy. There's no way I'll voluntarily quit now."

Would these shocks never quit? I already knew that Blake thought I was sexy and had masturbated with me as his inspiration. But his fantasy? His dream? That was a surprise. No wonder he wanted to continue. And I was committed. As long as he wanted to continue, I was compelled to oblige. More, I had to continue eagerly and passionately. There was now no alternative. Probably with the next kiss, or maybe the one after, I would fuck my son. I would commit incest willingly and eagerly. Then I realized that I would do this not from any obligation but because I wanted to. I really wanted to have sex with my son!

"Then we'll continue," I announced. Blake's face lit up with happiness. "Since this is your fantasy, Blake, tell me what you'd like to touch next? What would you like to do?"

"I want to kiss your boobs, your nipples," he announced. "Actually, I want to kiss you all over. Is that all right with you?"

"That's fine with me," I confirmed, feeling my eagerness in my wet pussy. "Should we do anything to get ready?"

"May I undress you, Mom?" he asked hesitantly. In spite of his hesitation, I saw the eagerness in his face.

"Of course you can, Blake," I agreed. I was surprisingly hesitant about this, in spite of my decision and desire to continue. But allowing Blake to undress me was part of what we needed to do. No, change that. I wanted to have sex with my son. So I must also want him to undress me. Recognizing my dilemma, I channeled my excitement and pleasure into eagerness to proceed with his wish. I was eager to continue. Blake's touch was as exciting as my husband's, even though I was confused by some similarities in how they touched me. I was also excited by the forbidden relationship, the incest I was about to commit. I had given my word. I had adopted the debt. And a debt must always be paid. And I wanted to continue, to fulfill Blake's fantasy and experience all that my son had to offer.

Blake reached for the ties at the waist of my dress. He quickly released them and pushed my dress to the sides, revealing my matching pink lace panties and my pink lace bra. I knew my nipples could be seen through the bra, partly because it was semi-transparent and partly because my nipples were erect, making their presence known because of their hard tips pushing out.

His eager gaze confirmed for me that he was indeed living his dream, his fantasy. Then, in a moment, he looked confused. I took the hint and reached behind me to unhook my bra. I guessed that he wanted to witness the moment my breasts were released. The newly delighted look on his face confirmed my guess. I held my arms forward and he reverently pulled my bra away from my breasts.

My breasts sagged more than they did twenty years before. Such was the burden of practically every woman with large breasts. Still, where other women my age experienced significant droop, mine dropped just a little when Blake released them. Firm and full, they swayed before his eyes and I watched as his eyes raptly followed their motion.

Blake was so entranced with my breasts that I kicked off my shoes and slid my panties off without disrupting his focus. I stood before him, naked and open to his entranced gaze. Again and again in our encounter, I saw evidence of his fascination with his mother. What woman could ask for more devotion, more desire in a lover?

I motioned for Blake to take a step toward me. When he did, I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders to fall on the floor. I opened his trousers and pushed them down over his hips to fall around his ankles. I pushed his boxers down, fascinated when his hard-on bounced free, bobbing before my face. I nudged him to sit on the bed and knelt in front of him to pull of his shoes, socks, trousers and boxers.

With both of us fully naked, I stood in front of Blake, bringing my breasts close to his face. He reacted as I expected, reverently kissing first one nipple then the other. His lips and tongue renewed the electric surges of pleasure running through my body. I thought briefly about Blake as a baby, nursing at these same breasts. Pushing that thought aside. I relished the deliciously sensual feelings as he gently rubbed his tongue across each nipple.

Blake's touch reminded me of my husband's approach when we took time away from our children for an extended time of sexual play. He always started slowly and gently, just as Blake was doing, building for our increased mutual pleasure.

I pressed my breast softly onto Blake's mouth, allowing my husband and son to merge in my mind, to enhance the pleasure I felt in Blake's oral attentions to my sensitive mounds.

Blake pulled me to the bed and I followed his lead, reclining receptively, wondering what he would do next.

Over the next half hour, Blake worshipped my body, trailing kisses everywhere I could think of and a few places I overlooked. Each kiss brought more pleasure and I wondered, as I relished each touch, how he decided the sequence. But the thought was fleeting, flooded out of existence by the pleasure my son gave me.

When Blake settled his mouth on my pussy, tonguing my labia and flicking my clit, I pulled his hips toward my head. His cock was rock-hard as I wrapped my lips around it and licked toward the head. I engulfed his cock-head in my mouth, licking around and over it, tasting his delicious pre-cum.

I had suspected, when I held his cock in my hand earlier, that Blake's cock was larger than his father's. Now, with my son's cock in my mouth, I knew it was true. After long practice, I could deep throat my husband's cock but could I engulf all of my son's? I was going to try.

Blake's talented tongue flicked and licked over my pussy and clit, never stopping, always seeking another sensitive spot to tease. I felt my body twitch with shocks of pleasure each time he found another spot. Even when he revisited some spots, each touch felt new. My husband did that. How did Blake learn to do it? It was obvious that Blake had experience eating pussy, he did it so well. And, as much as I enjoyed my husband's attentions to my eager pussy, my son's attentions were somehow more intense, more personal, more stimulating! I felt myself building to a fast and strong orgasm.

True to the wager, I let the pleasure build, not trying to control or restrain it, going eagerly forward. After a couple of strokes on my son's cock, I engulfed its entire length, burying my nose in his pubic hair. Blake gasped in surprise but quickly resumed his loving attentions on my pussy.

I grasped Blake's butt cheeks and pulled in rhythm to get his help in thrusting his cock down my throat. He cooperated beautifully. I licked his cock head and caught my breath with each cycle, then engulfed his hardness deep into my throat with the thrust of his hips.

My son focused his attentions on my clit, stroking, rubbing, circling with his tongue while he grasped my butt cheeks and pulled my pussy more firmly to his mouth. I was on the ragged edge of my orgasm when I felt his balls pull up and his cock throb in my mouth. I licked and sucked his cock head before pulling him one more time deep into my throat. His gusher of cum shot down my throat just as my orgasm washed over me, sending me to a corner of heaven I had only neared other times.

My son and I clutched each others' butts, pressing our mouths to each others' sex, frozen in mutual orgasmic passion. It seemed to take forever for us to fully experience our orgasms but I felt relaxed and full of pleasure when I pulled off his cock out of my throat to take a breath.

I languished in the after-glow of the first orgasm my son gave me, holding his soft cock and some of his cum in my mouth to savor the wonderful flavor. I liked the feelings so much that it took a while before I realized just how much I enjoyed myself and how eager I was to experience more with Blake. I had to have him in my pussy, to have his cock embedded in the flesh that bore him. It seemed mere moments before he was again hard. As quickly as he revived, I was more than ready, already impatient to feel him embedded deep in my body.

In spite of my son's efforts to suck all my juices from my pussy, I knew I was still, or again, wet and ready. But this time, it wouldn't be his tongue probing me, it would be his cock.

"Come and kiss me, darling Blake, continue our kiss," I invited my son. "We have more to do before this kiss is done."

Blake didn't hesitate, turning to bring his mouth to mine. I relinquished my lip-lock on his cock but kept a hand wrapped around its hardness. I let him taste the little bit of his cum that I kept in my mouth, at the same time enjoying the taste of my cum-juice on his lips. Our tongues danced to enjoy our union even more. God but my son was a good kisser! Waves of pleasure swept over me yet again from our making out session. One of Blake's hands found a breast, intensifying my pleasure as he caressed my sensitive tit. When he tweaked a nipple, I gasped with another surge of excitement.

"You're so wonderful, Blake, do you want to fuck your mother?" I asked.

"Hell, yes, I do," he answered excitedly. "Are you ready, Mom?"

"I'm more than ready," I assured him.

I guided his penis as he positioned himself between my wide-spread legs. I stroked my eager cunt with the head of his hard-on but couldn't wait for any more play. I positioned his cock between my hunger labia and lifted my hips, pulling him inside before he had even a chance to thrust. It wasn't full penetration but Blake got the idea immediately. He thrust and slid his big cock fully into my pussy in one, long, smooth, thrilling stroke.

Blake gasped with the feeling, the surprise at how clinging my pussy was. My husband always talked about how my pussy seemed to cling to his cock with each stroke, in and out. Now my son had started to experience the same thing. Apparently, it surprised him.

He began long, slow strokes in and out of my pussy and I felt the drag as my vaginal walls clung to him.

"Mom, you're amazing," he breathed. "Your pussy feels like nothing I've ever felt before."

"Your hard cock feels the same way to me, Son," I responded.

Blake continued his slow strokes, which reminded me more and more of how his father liked to fuck me. The feeling was so delicious and always built in intensity. How had Blake learned to do that? But Blake's version, my son's version, was even nicer than his father's. Don't ever let anyone kid you, size does matter and Blake was bigger than his father. As my son continued to stroke me, the gentle pleasures growing with every thrust, I knew I would regret it if I had to give up this experience. But that was a thought for another time. I willed the thought away and wallowed in the excitement building inside me.

In the glow of my excitement, I didn't realize it when Blake first changed his motion. This was another of his father's favorite moves. Blake swung his hips from side to side, then pushed inside just a little more. He repeated this so skillfully that I strained with my hips to get him further inside. But he was relentless. He stirred my insides, deeper and deeper, side to side, until he was fully engulfed in my hot snatch. As I pressed toward him with my hips, there was no more to take in. I wasn't about to complain, of course, because his cock head was nestled at my cervix, still stirring from his hip action, rubbing me deep inside with strokes of passion.

"Oh, my God, Blake, you're so good, so deep, so big," I gasped. "I love you, son. I love your hard cock. I want, no, I need more of your hard cock. Don't ever deny me what I need."

"I won't, Mom," he assured me. "My cock is yours whenever you want it. I need your pussy, too, Mom. Promise me I can always have your pussy. May I have your cunt?"

What had I just done? In the heat of our passion, I had just asked my son to promise I could have his cock whenever I needed it. And he agreed! But I had to stop this, not right now, that would be impossible. But I had to stop it. I had protected Judy from incest with Blake but wouldn't it be wrong for me to continue to have sex with my son? God knows I wanted to. I desperately wanted to have lots of sex with my son, my incredibly talented, sexy son. But my rational mind insisted that this had to be a one-time event.

My lusty feelings took over. I couldn't answer his request but I could speak volumes with my body.

"Fuck me, Blake, fuck me like there's no tomorrow!" I demanded. I pulled his butt toward me and lifted my hips to try to get him deeper inside.

Blake responded to my demand, pressing into me with all his energy, then beginning some serious stroking, thrusting action. I nearly went out of my mind with the thrills he gave me. He started with short, quick strokes, pushing as deep as possible with each one. Then he pulled out farther and pushed in again, each stroke being even more of a thrust and the head of his cock pushing on my cervix each time he plumbed my depths.

I went wild with the feelings my dear, darling son gave me. I pulled him to help with each thrust. I felt my jaw stretching wide and my head thrashing from side to side, struggling to express the intensity of what I felt with my son's ramming, wholly welcome invasion of my eager, pleasure-filled body. I swung and lifted my hips so each of my son's strokes took a different intensely stimulating path to my cervix. Never had so many parts of my vagina been stroked so thoroughly, so intensely, so magically.

My pleasure was so intense that I didn't even know when I started cumming. But I did. I came with a surprising and thrilling intensity. And I kept cumming. I don't know how long it was but I felt like Blake and I were one in a single, all-consuming orgasm.

Slowly, I became aware that there was something else in the world besides our orgasm, our wonderful orgasm. I felt weak, as though I had single-handedly moved the world. I felt the heat in my depth that had to be Blake's seed, his blending with my insides. My arms were clutched around him, as were my legs as I continued to hold my dear Blake as close to me as I could. Only gradually did my muscles relax, not because I wanted them to but because they had to.

"That was wonderful, Blake," I exclaimed truthfully, savoring the after-glow feelings of our second mutual orgasm.

"Did you really like it, Mom?" Blake asked eagerly.

"I did," I affirmed. I knew that the bet was for eleven kisses but we had fucked and sucked on the third. The only thing left was anal sex and I wasn't about to do that. So I thought we would have to quit after this experience. I didn't want to quit. I wanted to experience my son's incredible cock more and more, not quit after one experience. But my duty was done. I had fulfilled the wager. Like it or not, I had to go back to being Blake's mother. Sadness flowed into me, almost but not quite overwhelming the echoes of our magical sexual experience.

"I'll bet the next time will be even better," Blake said.

What had he said? What was this about the next time? As much as I had vowed not to be shocked by anything else, Blake's comment shocked me. "What do you mean, the next time?" I asked. I thought we would be done, even though I knew I would regret it for the rest of my life.

"I thought you knew the rules," he said. The look on his face indicated that he had let a cat out of the bag.

It seemed that there was an area of the rules that he knew and I didn't know. Was there something in the rules that required me to have more sex with my son? I couldn't help myself. I felt a shot of joy rush through my body. Sometimes the rules turned out better than expected. But if Blake knew that, he had to know the rules before I explained them.

"Blake, I think you have some explaining to do," I said.

"Maybe you should ask Judy about the rules," he suggested quickly, defensively.

"Maybe I should," I responded. I didn't know if I was eager for the promise of more sex with my son or angry at having been fooled. If Blake knew the rules, I had been really fooled. I climbed off of the bed, threw on a robe and left the bedroom. Blake's cum started to run down my leg and I didn't care. When I got to the living room, I saw a suitcase near the front door. Judy was sitting on the sofa as though waiting.

"Judy, I have a question for you," I said. "And what's the suitcase for?"

"I'll tell you about the suitcase in a little while, Mom," she assured me. "Was that your question or did you have something else in mind?"

"Actually, I have a question about your one more kiss game," I explained. "What happens if it's impossible to complete the game?"

"Do you mean completely impossible or just in the moment?" she asked.

"Tell me about both," I answered.

"Well, if you run out of time to complete the game, you can take a break and resume on another occasion," she explained. "When you resume, you might work your way up to the point where you quit, but you have to get to that point before you can continue."




Albert's Family



When her husband Albert suddenly announced that he had to spend a couple of days at some kind of business meeting Penelope started to make a lot of noise about not wanting to be left all alone in the house with their son Joey.

Penelope would have been the first to admit that she had always been pretty useless in an emergency. If anything in the house were to break down or if, God forbid, there was a prowler, she would be a basket case. She was very worried about how she would react if something happened and her big, strong husband wasn't there to take care of it.

Though she would never admit it to her husband for fear he would take it the wrong way, she was hoping that her sister's hunky son would be drafted into coming over to keep an eye on things. He was just such a handsome young man, always very generous with the compliments, and always ready to lend a helping hand. Albert had once told her that the boy was hitting on her but that was just plain ridiculous. She was his both his Aunt and a married woman, after all.

She couldn't help but be a little disappointed when her husband told her who he had talked into staying with her for a few days. "Your mother?!"

Albert's mother, Jasmine, was a tall, distinguished woman with a very forceful and dominating personality. She had been forced to raise her family all alone when her husband died suddenly in an accident, so Penelope supposed it was only to be expected that she would develop a sort of take-charge personality, but it was still alien to the innocent, soft-spoken young woman. Understandably, the two women had never been close.

There was no denying that Jasmine could handle any crisis that popped up however, and since she didn't really want to talk about why she was so eager to have it be her nephew she had no choice but to agree to the arrangement.

When Jasmine arrived, Albert met her out in the driveway with a warm hug and a chaste kiss on the lips. "Thanks for agreeing to do this, Mom," he told her while his wife could not overhear them. "The only other person who was available on such short notice would have been that nephew of her's and I swear he's out to get into her pants."

Jasmine laughed. "You don't have a thing to worry about, Albert. I doubt that little mouse of your's would ever have the nerve to cheat. Now go and bring in my bags while I go inside and say hello."

However beautiful Penelope might be, drawing an appreciative look from most every man she passed, Jasmine seriously doubted that she would even recognize that it was possible to sleep with someone other than her husband, much less actually do it. Penelope had always seemed meek and impossibly innocent to Jasmine. The girl had endured such a sheltered upbringing that it was probably understandable, but Jasmine could readily see that the girl really would be useless when something unexpected happened.

Jasmine and Penelope greeted each other with a friendly hug. Even though they didn't seem to have very much in common, they had always been able to maintain a cordial relationship. When Albert left for the airport an hour or so later he was confident that he had left his wife and son in the very best of hands.

When Penelope helped her mother unpack and get settled into the guest room, she couldn't help but notice that Jasmine quickly stashed one small bag in the closet without opening it. It almost seemed like she was trying to hide it from Penelope, but the girl resisted asking about it since she didn't want to seem nosey.

It was past noon by then and Jasmine had just spent the last couple of hours in her car, so she wanted to go take a quick shower and asked her daughter to fix her a small lunch. "Just a salad would be fine," she said as she disappeared into the bathroom.

Standing naked under the spray of hot water, surrounded by billowing clouds of steam, Jasmine felt her pussy stir to life as she slowly caressed the soap into her skin. She was not a woman to deny such a feeling and the fact that she was alone in her son's home with his wife did not stop her from slipping one hand between her legs. Closing her eyes, she fantasized she was back home being worshiped by her latest lover. 

When she suddenly lost her husband while her son was still a boy, her neighbor and best friend Janet had spent a lot of time comforting and consoling her. It might have started out innocent as one friend trying to help another through a difficult time, but things soon took a romantic turn and the two women had spent several years screwing each other senseless whenever they could get away from their kids and Janet's husband. There had been some close calls, but they had managed to keep their affair secret until Janet's husband got transferred and she had to move away.

Jasmine spent the next couple of months missing her lover terribly, but then started to notice how many other beautiful young women lived near her. She seemed to have developed a craving for pussy and so she picked out a neighbor who seemed receptive and set to work seducing her. She was working on her slowly and subtly when she got the surprise of her life. Her target's daughter had come over one morning supposedly on some trivial errand only to make a major pass at Jasmine!

Jasmine had not hesitated for a moment to go to bed with this lovely little teenager and discovered right then and there that she had a real taste for young pussy. Oh, she ended up sleeping with the girl's mother too, but it was the daughter she kept calling over when she needed to get laid.

And all the while, Albert had never realized that his mother was a certifiable pussy junkie.

At the moment, she had taken possession of a sweet little teen named Candy who couldn't seem to keep her clothes on and her legs closed whenever she was near Jasmine. The sex crazed girl had even stripped nude and dived into Jasmine's pussy one morning while her parents were in the very next room!

Candy might have been just eighteen years old, but she ate pussy like a pro and it was her Jasmine was dreaming of.

Penelope just happened to be coming down the hallway when Jasmine stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her hair like a turban and another around her naked body. The young housewife came to a sudden stop and just stared at her mother.

Though in her fifties now, Jasmine had worked hard to have the body of a woman half her age. A good diet and lots of exercise had kept her from putting on too much extra weight and nothing yet had dared to start sagging or wrinkling. She had been blessed with a set of large breasts and dressed in just a towel she was showing a lot of cleavage and thigh and that was what her daughter seemed so interested in.

Penelope's eyes were wide and her mouth was hanging open as she stared at her. She had never really paid any attention to how well the older woman had kept herself up, never before noticed just how beautiful she actually was, and the young housewife was absolutely dumbstruck.

"Yes?" There was more than a trace of curiosity in Jasmine's voice.

Penelope started, her face flushing hotly as she finally realized that not only was she staring at her mother, she was standing in the middle of the hall and blocking her way back to the guest room to get dressed. She hastily stepped aside, mumbling an apology as Jasmine swept past her and shut the door.

Jasmine paused and stared at the door with a frown, wondering what that had all been about. Perhaps it was just the lingering effects of her sexual high from masturbating, but she could have sworn she recognized the look she had just seen on Penelope's face. It was the same one Candy always wore when she gazed at her mistress. She could hardly believe she had just seen that look on Penelope's face, though. 

While she had certainly never asked her son about it, she had always assumed that the girl was not only a virgin when they married but completely inexperienced in the ways of the flesh. She was always so modest and uptight that she had feared for her son that Penelope might regard sex with her husband as a disagreeable chore. She would never have thought she would ever see such a look of lustful hunger in that woman's eyes, much less that it would be directed at her!

Starting to shiver as goose bumps erupted all over her exposed skin, Jasmine finally remembered that she was standing there wet and half naked under an air conditioner and so she hurried to finish drying and get dressed.

Lunch proved to be a trial for Penelope. All she could think about was how great Jasmine had looked in the hallway and, even though she kept chastising herself for it, her eyes were irresistibly drawn back time after time to how amply her mother filled out her blouse. She just assumed Jasmine didn't notice when the older woman didn't complain or lecture her for it.

Penelope thoughts returned to her senior year in high school and the incredible night she had spent with the girl who had been her very best friend, Gennifer. 

She had been spending the night with her friend and everything had been perfectly innocent until Gennifer started talking about the boys she was dating and debating how well this one or that one kissed. When Gennifer asked Penelope what sorts of experiences she'd had with the boys, Penelope had been forced to admit that she had never even kissed a boy. As pretty as she already was then, she was not popular with the boys because she was so repressed that she wouldn't even let them get to first base.

She was so self-conscious that she was even afraid to try kissing the boys for fear she'd do it wrong and embarrass herself. Gennifer had volunteered to help her out with that and teach her how to do it. The idea of kissing another girl, even her best friend in the whole world, seemed a little weird to Penelope, but she did want to learn how to do this correctly and agreed.

That was how two teenaged girls in nightgowns ended up sitting on a bed behind a closed door and kissing each other. One or two innocent, friendly kisses turned into more and more, slowly deepening until their tongues were wrestling enthusiastically. Gennifer's hand had been on her friend's arm, slowly stroking up and down it, when it seemed to gravitate towards one of Penelope's breasts. 

The two girls stopped kissing at last when Gennifer suddenly found herself holding one of her best friend's breasts, but then they started kissing each other more passionately and more deeply than ever before! Pushing Penelope down on her back, Gennifer let her hand slowly trail down her belly and slip up under the bottom of Penelope's nightgown.

With her finger's entangled in Gennifer's long hair and her tongue exploring her mouth, Penelope had spread her legs wide instinctively when she felt the other girl's hand on her thigh. Pulling down Penelope's panties none too gently, Gennifer was soon probing her wet cunt with her fingers. When those fingers captured the fat little clitoris, Penelope's hips had surged up off the bed and a deep, hungry moan had been torn from her, muffled only by Gennifer's mouth. She had buried her face in her best friend's neck then as Gennifer masturbated her to a huge climax, her very first.

In the aftermath of this everything seemed to change for the two girls. They both seemed to be more than a little shocked that this had happened, even embarrassed! Neither of them could imagine how something like this might have occurred and they drew away from each other immediately, hurrying to bury the desire they had felt for each other. 

They could hardly stand to look at each other and did not want to talk about it, but could not think of anything else to talk about either. The tension became so thick in that bedroom that Penelope was soon getting dressed and going home. Unwilling to face what they had done in Gennifer's bedroom, they were soon unable even to face each other and they quickly drifted apart. 

The night had always been Penelope's deepest, darkest secret and now, as she found herself staring at her mother's breasts, she felt herself being consumed with the same forbidden passion that had cost her that friendship.

Though she chose to keep silent about it while she thought this through, Jasmine certainly had noticed that her daughter seemed very interested in her tits. Where had this come from? she wondered silently. Was this the same virginal mouse who probably couldn't have even managed to say the word "tits?" She just didn't know what to think.

One thing Jasmine was starting to discover though, was that all the attention was starting to turn her on! She had never been immune to the appeal of any attractive woman, not even the ones her son had dated. While she would have never dreamed of making a play for any of those girls, she had never hesitated to fantasize about sleeping with them. Though she would have been the first to admit that her daughter was a beautiful woman, she had never had such dreams about Penelope because she was a little turned off by how repressed she was.

Seeing Penelope's interest now however, she found herself thinking about how nice it would be to help her loosen up a little. She kept reminding herself that this was her son's wife and that she shouldn't be having such thoughts about her, that he had convinced her to stay here with her in part to keep her out of the lecherous hands of her sister's son. Nothing could possibly happen between the two of them.

Could it?

No, of course not. That would be crazy! What if Albert found out?

"Say, Penelope," Jasmine began, trying to look as if she didn't notice the way the girl jumped guiltily, prying her eyes off those breasts at long last, "I was thinking maybe it was time you and I got to know each other a little better. Why don't we go do something together tomorrow while Joey is in school? We could go shopping, maybe catch a bite to eat at this cozy little place I know of."

She kept telling herself that she wasn't asking her daughter out on a date, that she really was just trying to get to know her son's wife a little better. She wasn't at all sure that she believed it, but that's what she kept telling herself.

Penelope was just a little surprised by the offer. Jasmine had never before shown too much interest in getting to know her and the girl wondered what might have brought this on. She still assumed that Jasmine had not noticed her staring and so she never once thought that might have prompted it. Deciding it must just be a way to make the days pass more comfortably for them both, Penelope was quick to accept.

"All right, then," she said with a nod. "That sounds like fun." 

Joey came home from school only an hour or so later. A typically rambunctious elementary school boy, he came running home to see his grandmother, banging open the door, throwing down his school books, and squealing with delight when she scooped him up into her arms for a hug. Joey adored his grandmother and Jasmine spent the rest of the day playing with him and helping him with his homework. Watching her son work his charms on his grandmother with a doting smile, Penelope busied herself with the housework and later prepared a dinner for them.

That night, finding herself all alone in the big bed she normally shared with her husband, Penelope found herself thinking back to that incident in the hallway and she shocked herself by wishing that the towel had slipped for even a moment to unveil those big breasts. She tried to imagine what they must look like, what they must feel like, what they must taste like ...

A few weeks after that forbidden adventure at her best friend's home, Penelope had been consumed by the memories while in bed one night and became very aroused. She had taught herself to masturbate that night by touching herself in the same way Gennifer had done.

Feeling very naughty now as she daydreamed about her mother's breasts, Penelope reached down between her legs and started to fantasize that it had been Jasmine, not Gennifer who pushed her down on that bed and stroked her clitoris.

She fingered herself to one of the biggest orgasms of her entire life.

In the guest room, Jasmine was also masturbating, using the big dildo she had brought for the purpose in that bag she'd hidden in the closet. The way the girl had not been able to stop staring at her breasts earlier had kept her cunt wet that whole evening. Knowing she could never do it in real life, she allowed herself to fantasize about what it might be like to actually make love to her son's wife as the plastic cock gave her twat a very professional workout. 

She imagined Penelope to be very submissive in bed and enjoyed the fantasy of ordering the younger woman to do whatever she wanted her to do. The image of Penelope on her knees begging to lick her mother's juicy twat finally did her in and Jasmine had a huge orgasm.

The following day there was no evidence of the women's wicked dreams as they got Joey off to school and then headed into town to spend the day window shopping and getting to know each other. As they strolled down the aisles of one of the big department stores, looking at some of the latest fashions and being shocked by the high prices, the two women slowly began to realize that they had more in common than just Albert. By the time they found themselves going into the lingerie department they were laughing and gossiping about everything under the sun.

Something caught Jasmine's eye and she stopped. Picking up a sheer lace teddy that would have left nothing about the woman wearing it to the imagination, she turned to a mirror and held it up in front of herself, considering her reflection and liking what she saw. If Candy ever saw her in this, Jasmine knew she would never have a moment's peace again.

Looking on, Penelope too got a mental image of what her mother might look like in that teddy and actually shivered with desire. Why, she wondered desperately, couldn't she stop thinking of her husband's mother like that?! Catching a glimpse of Penelope in the mirror, Jasmine was surprised to see that look on her face again. She got a guilty rush of pleasure from it that would not be cooled even by thoughts of her son. Turning to face the girl while still holding up the teddy, she asked, "This one is beautiful, don't you think?"

"Beautiful," Penelope echoed in a deep, husky voice.

"It's a little small for me, though," Jasmine continued. Though she couldn't imagine why, she held the teddy out in front of Penelope and looked the younger woman up and down slowly and this time it was she who got the wonderful mental image. "Look at that, a perfect fit! Why don't you get it and surprise Albert when he comes home? I know he'd love to see you in something like this."

Penelope blushed and tried to push the lingerie away from herself. "Oh, I couldn't possibly where something as scandalous as that." She didn't own much lingerie simply because she couldn't bring herself to believe that a plain little housewife like her would look good in something that was obviously made for a model. No matter how many times her husband told her she was one of the most beautiful women alive, her modesty would not allow her to believe it.

"A beautiful girl like you?! With a figure like that!? Sure you could!" came Jasmine's reply, making Penelope blush even hotter. "You know, I always wear something sexy under my clothes. It does wonders for the ego and really boosts your self-confidence." Penelope couldn't stop her eyes from drifting downwards again as she wondered what Jasmine had on under her clothes right now.

"I wouldn't want to seem like a whore," she said in a small voice, not willing to meet her mother's eyes.

A finger under Penelope's chin gently lifted her face to Jasmine's. "You know," the older woman told her with a mischievous smile, "sometimes it's fun to play the whore for a little while." 




Albert's Family Ch. 02



The day was still young, but the heat and humidity of summer had already taken hold, making things all but unbearable outside. Even so, a teenager was trudging back and forth across the front yard, pushing a battered old lawn mower.

Quite careful to keep herself inside the air conditioned safety of her suburban home, Penelope Watts was perched sideways on her living room couch so that she could gaze out at the youth sympathetically through the big picture window. Though she could not help but wince at the way the sweat was pouring off that young man, she still could not find it in herself to go rushing out there and try to lend him a helping hand.

After all, had she been able to cope with the furnace like conditions out there, that young man wouldn't have been cutting her grass in the first place.

Not that any of this was in any way her fault. Oh, no, she'd long since concluded that her husband Albert was too blame for how that teenager was suffering now. As the man of the house, it was his responsibility to see that chores like lawn mowing got done, but apparently the steamy heat outdoors was too much for him as well. 

With the grass growing taller and taller - so much so that she had begun to wonder if she would soon be needing a machete to get to the mailbox out by the curb - she had been forced to look elsewhere to see that the grass got cut.

It was obvious that her first choice should be Tom, her brother's eldest.

Her nephew was a strong and handsome young man who had always been particularly attentive towards her, lavishing her with endless compliments and being quick to offer his services whenever she needed any kind of help whatsoever. When she'd called him up and begged him to mow both her front and her back yards, Tom had not hesitated for a moment to help her out, even brushing off her offer to pay him for his labor.

Here again though, Albert posed a problem.

Her husband was absolutely convinced that this eighteen year old boy was not being so nice to Penelope because he just happened to be a kind and generous person, but because he had a major crush on her and was hoping to find a way into her pants. Penelope had always laughed that notion off, pointing out that he was accusing their nephew of plotting to commit incest! Albert would not be dissuaded from his opinion however and she could just imagine how he would hit the roof if he ever found out she had called him over to do her this favor when he wasn't there to scowl threateningly at the boy.

To avoid having to placate a jealous and irrational husband, she had been compelled to employ a little craftiness. First, she had been careful to instruct Tom on exactly when to come over, making him wait until after her husband had gone to work. Second, she had sent her young son off to spend a couple of days visiting with her parents since school was out for the summer. Joey had not yet learned the finer points of discretion and so she'd been convinced that he would never have been able to keep his mouth shut to his Daddy about who had come over that day. Third, when her husband came home to find his lawn cut and asked her who had done it, her plan was to simply tell him that she'd hired one of the neighbor kids when they came over asking to do it in exchange for some pocket money.

She hated the idea of lying to her husband like this, but it seemed the only way if she wanted that grass to actually get mowed. 

Penelope had never been a very good liar and there was a time when she would never have been able to keep even a little white lie like this one from Albert, but she had recently gotten a very unexpected lesson herself in the value of discretion. After what happened during her mother Jasmine's recent visit, she knew that nothing in her life would be quite the same again. 

It was hard enough to believe that she'd cheated on the man she loved with all of her heart, but what made it all the more unbelievable was that she had betrayed him with his own mother!

Penelope's thoughts were derailed then, her attention refocused, as Tom suddenly stopped the lawn mower and took a step back from it. Doing such hard work in such difficult circumstances was obviously taking it's toll on him as he needed a moment to catch his breath.

The young housewife had been thinking of how best to reward her nephew for everything he was doing for her today if he wasn't going to accept her money, figuring that there just had to be something special that he wanted. Seeing him using his hands to wipe away the sweat that was running down his face and stinging his eyes, she had to believe that what that young man wanted most in the whole world right now was probably an ice cold drink. 

She had just started to rise from the couch to run and fetch him one when she was brought crashing back by what she saw her young benefactor do next.

Grabbing hold of a shirt already sodden with his sweat, Tom peeled it off so that he could use it to try to wipe his face dry. Soaked through as it was, the shirt could not possibly have been of too much help really, but it apparently did a good enough job that he felt he could get back to work. Draping the shirt around the back of his neck where it would be convenient for the next time he needed to do that, he reached for the lawn mower once again.

Penelope just kept right on staring out that window like before, but now she was drooling just a bit.

The beautiful young housewife was not at all immune to the appeal of a little beefcake and was soon lost for several long minutes enjoying the sight of that firm young body bathed in sweat and packed with strong, rippling muscles. God, was he gorgeous! As sweet and kind as he was and armed with a body like that, she imagined that he must have to beat the love-struck girls off with a stick! 

She was helpless to keep her eyes from dipping. This boy was seemingly so perfect in every other way that she had to wonder if he was the total package . . .

To her great annoyance, Tom was wearing an old and battered pair of jeans that were simply not tight enough to let her make even an educated guess at what he might be packing.

She felt more than a little depraved, sitting there admiring her nephew's physique and fantasizing about the size of his manhood, but took some comfort in the knowledge that no one would ever know of it - not even her nephew himself. She decided to lay the blame on Albert for putting ridiculous thoughts of incest into her head, and on Jasmine for showing her that the impossible is sometimes possible. 

Besides, what was the harm, really?

Even though she knew full well that she was all alone in that house, Penelope still felt the need to cast a quick and cautious glance around the room to make absolutely sure she was unobserved before once more devoting her full attention to the boy outside. 

Though it had been her intention to merely sit there and enjoy the view, it was not long at all though before her gaze of admiration would ignite a hot little fantasy.

In her mind, Tom just happened to glance over at the house as he reached the end of his latest pass across the yard, discovering her gazing out at him so raptly. She could just imagine how she would start guiltily from getting caught like that, but her fantasy nephew would easily disarm her with an easy, playful smile. As he would surely keep his eyes on her, she fantasized that they would share a silent conversation that would be heard loud and clear nonetheless, making Penelope duck her head as her cheeks flushed hotly. Finishing his work on the yard would be immediately forgotten at that point and her nephew would stride determinedly up to the house.

Back in the real world, without any conscious direction from her, one of Penelope's hands rose now to gently caress the full swell of her bosom, teasing the already firm peaks until they rose to full attention.

Meanwhile, the imaginary Tom had come barging into the house, in such a rush to get to his aunt that he'd left the mower running out in the yard and her front door standing wide open. She would have known why he was coming of course and yet she pictured herself not stirring from the couch, not thinking for a moment of the husband and the marriage she was betraying. It could not possibly take Tom but a moment to reach her there in the living room and she could just imagine him standing over her in all his shirtless, sweaty, grimy muscle-bound glory. She knew full well what kind of person she was, that she was just not the type who would take the initiative in something like this, and so there was no question in her mind that she would have just gazed up at her handsome nephew submissively, waiting for him.

The real Penelope was breathing much harder by now and her cunt was waking up, urgently demanding some of her attention. Without thinking about it, she shifted to a more comfortable position on that couch, one that just happened to leave her legs spread wide open. The hand that wasn't already busy playing her breasts somehow found it's way down there and, when it found that there was a skirt in the way, Penelope absently gave it permission to pull it up and out of the way.

In her continuing fantasy, there would be no words spoken between her and her nephew, but then none were needed. She imagined that he would reach down to grab hold of her by the upper arms, griping her so tightly that he left bruises even as he effortlessly lifted her up and onto her feet. 

With her pussy sending the kind of signals that just could not be ignored, the real Penelope did not need to tell her probing hand what to do and it slipped easily under the waistband of her panties.

The fantasy Tom would pull her in close, she was sure, crushing her body against his. She would sigh as she looked up into his eyes, her full lips parting invitingly. Leaning in, her nephew would take her up on that invitation without hesitation, his lips descending on her's.

Down below, a very real finger suddenly slid all the way into Penelope's churning, boiling cunt.

With a loud gasp of shock, the beautiful young housewife all but levitated off that couch as the sudden intrusion suddenly jerked her back into reality. 

Deeply and profoundly startled by where her imagination had just taken her, she hurried to stop touching herself, fixing her clothes hastily. Her eyes darted all over the room in the meantime, once more making absolutely sure that no one had been there to see how she had almost masturbated over her own nephew. She saw that she was still all alone in the house, but wasn't reassured until she saw that Tom apparently hadn't noticed anything either and was still plodding back and forth across the yard.

Though she resisted the idea, clenching her hands into white-knuckled fists at her side, Penelope felt the need to slap herself, to whack those crazy and incestuous thoughts right out of her head. 

Oh, that Albert was going to pay for making her think weird things like that, she vowed to herself fiercely.

She risked another glance out the window and noticed worriedly that Tom had stopped working and she could no longer hear the chugging of the lawn mower's engine. As she watched, the knot in her stomach growing tighter and tighter, he even started walking up towards the house! For a heart-stopping instant, she thought he somehow knew that she had been dreaming about him and was coming inside to confront her about it.

Penelope only started breathing again when she saw that he was only coming to get the big trash bag that he'd left on her porch, realizing that all he was doing was emptying out the mower's grass catcher.

Heaving a huge sigh of relief, the housewife sagged back to the couch, her legs suddenly too unsteady to support her.

The nervousness was quick to return though when she realized that Tom was emptying out the grass catcher not merely because it was full, but because he had finished the front yard. That still left the back yard to do of course and she might have been able to force herself to relax again had he only gone around there and gotten started immediately, but that was not what happened. To her horror he just set the bagful of grass clippings by the curb and started making his way up towards the house.

A pathetic whimper slipped past Penelope's lips. 

The last thing she wanted to do right then was face her nephew, sure as she was that her guilty secret must be written all over her face, but there just was no avoiding it.

Frantically, she worked to compose herself - once again making sure that all of her clothes were where they were supposed to be and putting an expression on her face that she hoped would look innocent - or at the very least neutral.

Despite all of her efforts to project an air of normalcy though, she could not help but let out a little squeak of alarm when she heard her front door swing open to admit the teen.

Coming into the living room, Tom walked over to the couch, somehow managing to have a smile on his face despite the hell he had just endured, and wondered why his aunt was giving him that wide-eyed, nervous look. 

"Halfway done," he reported, unable to keep the weariness out of his voice. "I just wanted to come in for a moment and get something to drink, if you don't mind."

As she gazed up almost wonderingly at the undeniably handsome young man who was standing in the middle of her living room, his very masculine and half naked body gleaming with sweat, Penelope did not answer him at first. As a matter of fact, it seemed at first as if she hadn't even heard what he'd said, but really it just took a couple of moments for the words to sink through the layers of worry and alarm.

It took her so much time to remember how to talk though that Tom felt the need to look her over quickly to make sure she was all right. He found himself faced with a woman whose cheeks were flushed rosily, whose eyes were wide, whose mouth was hanging open, and who seemed a little breathless. 

He thought he could guess what all of that meant - he had seen it on innumerable female faces before, after all - but wanted more evidence before jumping to any conclusions. He let his eyes dip and, sure enough, found exactly what he thought he'd find. At the peak of each of her firm breasts was an obvious bump that could only be an erect nipple.

Though he schooled his features so that they did not show it, on the inside Tom was exultant.

His babe of an aunt was hot for him! Yes! If he played his cards right, this could get very, very interesting.

In the meantime, Penelope had finally found at least some of her voice. "A drink?" she croaked, pausing to clear her throat in the hopes of being able to find the rest of her voice. "Um, you want a drink? Sure, eh, help yourself."

With an easy smile and an agreeable nod, the teenager turned away and made his way to the kitchen. 

As his back was now to her and he knew that she would not be able to see it, he allowed a devious grin to put in an appearance on his face. He would have to play this very carefully, he knew, as his uncle was always infuriatingly underfoot, but he was absolutely certain that he would eventually be sharing a bed with his aunt Penelope.

Penelope let out a long sigh as she watched her nephew leave the room. 

She had been so on edge the whole time Tom had been standing there! Yes, her husband was going to have so much to answer for after making her think of her poor, innocent nephew like this. If that boy knew that she had been dreaming of a romantic encounter between them only a few moments before, she was sure that he would never have anything more to do with his perverted aunt.

Leaning to one side and bracing herself against the arm of the couch, she peeked into the kitchen to watch as he filled a glass with ice and then some water from the tap.

Again, carefully hiding his smile as he caught his aunt peeping at him out the corner of his eye, Tom made a point of doing a little flexing to show off that well developed body and rolled the glass slowly across his forehead. He knew full well that this woman could be somewhat naive and just hoped that she would think this was all perfectly innocent, that he was just trying to cool off after putting in some hard work on her behalf.

Penelope licked her lips as she spied on her brother's son, wondering what she was going to have to do to stop thinking of him like she was.

It was not simply that she was afraid that he would somehow figure out that she had just been about to pleasure herself while fantasizing about him, either. As she looked the handsome young man over carefully now, she was realizing that the desire that had overcome her during her mother's visit was starting to surge again. Oh, she tried as hard as she could to banish these incestuous desires, make no mistake, but it was all in vain.

God, he was so gorgeous, so incredibly sweet! What woman could possibly resist such a wonderful young man?

She retreated quickly, cutting off her view of her nephew. 

She desperately needed to stop thinking like this or she was putting herself at risk of committing another huge indiscretion like she had with Jasmine. 

This one would be different though as it would not be merely with someone she was only related to through marriage, it would be someone she was related to by blood! What would happen if she was to lose control and make some kind of move on poor Tom? Only one thing was sure, it would not be pretty.

Penelope simply could not imagine that her nephew would much appreciate being the subject of such perverse and incestuous passions. Would he keep it to himself, or would he let his parents know what a depraved person she really was? How could she live if her whole family shied away from her, thought her some kind of sick weirdo? Would her husband leave her? Would she ever be able to see her son again? Would the authorities be called in?

She jumped in alarm when her nephew returned to the living room then, that ever present smile still on his face. "Thanks for the drink, aunt Penelope" he told her, pausing briefly. "I'd better get back to work now before it gets any worse out there." He proceeded on his way without waiting for her answer, going back out into the steamy heat of the front yard to grab the lawn mower and wheel it around to the back yard.

She sagged weakly as soon as he was gone, whimpering to herself as she trembled. There had to be something she could do to get these awful thoughts out of her head before she did something she would regret, but what? It was as if the more she tried not to think about it, the more it was the only thing she could think about.

She needed a distraction.

Pushing herself back to her feet, she took a few deep and calming breaths and then headed off for the kitchen. If she remembered right, what with getting everything ready for her nephew when he came over this morning, she had not yet taken care of the dishes from breakfast. Right now, that mundane little chore sounded like just what she needed to get her to refocus her attention on something, anything other than Tom.

Stepping up to the sink, she was to discover that there was a flaw in her plan. 

The kitchen was built onto the side of her home and so she could clearly hear the throb of the mower's engine from here, never letting her forget who was right outside. Even worse though was the fact that there was an inconvenient window to one side and she knew full well that all she had to do now was turn her head and she would be able to spend a little more time watching him!

She found herself wondering if that wicked part of her, the one that had put her into bed with her own mother, had brought her in here as part of some sort of plan to get her into trouble with that boy.

She turned away quickly, retreating from the kitchen. Perhaps some TV would be just what she needed to distract her from these forbidden, carnal thoughts . . .




Albert's Family Ch. 02



The growl of the mower's motor suddenly got extra loud then, seemingly following her into the living room as Tom just happened to choose that moment to cut a patch of grass close to the back of the house. The remote slipped through her nerveless fingers, bouncing on the carpet and ending up halfway under the end table.

She just could not resist the impulse to do it any longer, no matter how sick and twisted it may have made her feel, and she let out a little wail of defeat. Hauling up her skirt swiftly to reveal her long legs and her crotch, the housewife threw herself down onto the couch. Maybe if she were to sate the sexual animal within her that was being so demanding, it would finally lose it's ability to dominate her thoughts.

She would have to be quick though - she lived on a corner lot and so the backyard wasn't nearly as big as the front. Likely, it would not be long before he would be done and on his way back inside to find her.

Stuffing one hand down the front of her panties and using her other to grab one of her breasts, Penelope immediately started working her cunt furiously. Fortunately for her, the housewife was so severely wound up that there was no way that this could have lasted for very long even if she had wanted it to. Rubbing herself raw, squeezing herself so tight that she risked bruising, Penelope drove herself hard to a huge and blistering climax.

With the deed done, Penelope just collapsed bonelessly across her couch, breathing hard and luxuriating in the slow cooling aftermath of what had been her biggest orgasm since Jasmine went home. Thinking back to how loudly she had cried out towards the end, she had to wonder if Tom might have been able to hear her all the way outside and over the mower engine. 

Considering that she could still hear it chugging away in the distance, Penelope had to assume with a mixture of relief and regret that she had gone unheard.

Laying there, listening to the muted growl of the mower, Penelope found herself quite unable to summon up either the will power or the strength to haul herself up from the couch where she was sprawled. Believing that she was safe from being caught in so unladylike a position so long as she could hear that running engine, she chose to just keep still and savor that orgasm for as long as she possibly could.

She would lay there with her legs splayed wide apart, one hand on her chest and the other in her panties, up until she caught the sound of the lawn mower sputtering to a stop. Then and only then would she quickly haul herself back upright, adjusting her panties and smoothing out her skirt before drifting back into the kitchen to look out the window.

Though he must have been exhausted after doing such difficult work in all that terrible steam heat, Tom did not come rushing back into the house in search of air conditioning. She watched intently as he first emptied the grass catcher into a second trash bag, put the mower away, and then carried the bag around to the front yard to place it next to it's fellow at the curb. Even then, he did not hurry for the house though, instead pausing one final time to use the shirt he'd shed to wipe himself down so that he would not drip sweat all over his aunt's house.

Oh, yeah, she told herself dreamily, she was most definitely going to have to find some way of rewarding him for everything he'd done for her today.

With her nephew being so conscientious out there, Penelope was given ample time to go and freshen up a little as her hair was now a bit tousled and the smells of her own exertion were clinging to her, yet she did none of this. She was instead a fixture at that window. 

Penelope was far too wrapped up in observing her gorgeous nephew to even think about such mundane concerns as that.

When he started back towards the house at last, she was finally able to pull herself away, racing off to prepare a new glass of ice water for him. She met him as he walked through her door, holding out the glass to him. He accepted the refreshing beverage gratefully with a smile and a sincere thank you.

As he sipped at his drink, Tom took advantage of this opportunity to have a good, close look at his aunt, noting with interest that something seemed to have happened while he had been outside.

She had seemed rather jumpy and out of sorts when he'd come inside before, but just look at how much more calm and relaxed she was now! With the added evidence of her mussed up hair, her flushed skin, and her once neat clothes now looking a bit wrinkled, he judged that the evidence was overwhelming and conclusive. 

His sexy aunt had been in here masturbating! 

His ego was a not inconsiderable thing at the best of times, but it got a huge boost to think that this woman had gotten so worked up just from seeing him without his shirt on that she'd felt the need to get herself off. Why, if he could only smell something other than freshly cut grass and the stench of his own sweat, he didn't doubt for a moment that he would be able to catch a whiff of her arousal right now!

Okay, there was no way he was going home without fucking this babe.

"I can't tell you how much I appreciate this, Tom," she told him in a soft, somewhat breathless voice, giving the young man a shy smile. "Are you sure I can't pay you? I mean, I could see for myself just how hard you were working out there. It just seems wrong to put you through all of that without giving you a little something in return."

He didn't even try to keep his eyes from dipping then to admire her assets as he considered all the ways he would like to be rewarded for his efforts. "Oh, no, thank you," he answered, "I don't want anything from you, aunt Penelope." Well, not money, anyway, he thought to himself, being careful to keep a smirk off his face. "I'm just glad I was able to help."

"You are just the sweetest thing ever!" 

Taking hold of his hand, she started pulling him across the house and his hopes rose when he realized that they were moving in the direction of the bedrooms. Though he soon realized that she was instead leading him to the bathroom, those hopes were not dashed in the least inasmuch as he knew there was just as much fun to be had sharing a nice, hot shower as there was a warm, soft bed.

"Here," she told him with a grin, stopping at the door and propelling him inside with a gentle push. "You go and get cleaned up now. Your mom would never forgive me if I sent you home to her in that state."

Tom was considering pulling her in with him or just inviting her in to scrub his back for him, but did not get the chance to do either.

"Toss your clothes out here after you get them off so I can get those washed as well," Penelope said, darting off into one of the bedrooms. "I'll go and get you one of your uncle's robes to wear until I've got your stuff clean." Returning, she passed a terrycloth bathrobe to him and then hurried to pull the door closed.

He started at the robe for a few moments, giving some serious consideration to just throwing it down right then and there and going after her, but finally decided against it. He really was pretty grungy, after all. It probably would be a lot more fun if they were both fresh when they started and got sweaty together.

Waiting out in the hallway, Penelope wasn't aware that her nephew was in there plotting out the best way to have his way with her and so was a little surprised when Tom didn't pitch out those filthy clothes in a timely manner.

"Don't forget to toss those clothes out here!"

"Okay. Here you go."

The bathroom door opened just enough for one arm to emerge, passing out some of the dirtiest, smelliest clothes that she had ever encountered. Disgusted, she nevertheless took them from him and was already on her way to the laundry room before the door shut again or the sound of running water could be heard. All she wanted to do was get rid of this awful burden and fast!

With a husband and a small boy in her home, Penelope had long ago gotten into the habit of checking that the pockets before stuffing the clothes into the washing machine. It was just as well that she did though as he had not thought to empty them before giving them up to her.

The first things she found were innocent enough - the keys to the car he had borrowed from his mother to drive over here this morning and a wallet. She set these things aside in a little plastic bowl that she kept for just this purpose so that they would not get misplaced. It was in the last pocket she checked however that she found something which did surprise her.

Three condoms . . .

She stared at them for a long moment, pondering their meaning. 

It was at least possible that Tom was still as pure as the driven snow and that he only carried those prophylactics around "just in case," but something told her that just wasn't the case. Hadn't she just been thinking about how this young man must have to beat the swarms of love-struck girls off with a stick? She could clearly remember just how aggressive some of the girls in her own high school had been about getting what they wanted and, when they had a quarry as perfect as Tom to pursue, Penelope did not doubt that they must have gone after him so vigorously that no mortal man could have resisted.

Penelope was heartened to know that young man was smart enough to use protection since there was no telling what kind of bugs those teenaged tramps might be carrying, but she still didn't like the idea of her favorite nephew having anything to do with that kind of trash.

Setting the rubbers aside with the keys and the wallet, she found herself wondering if her brother and sister knew that their son was having sex. She could only assume that they did not as most young people tried to keep things like that from their parents.

The question she had to answer now was what to do about this. 

She could go and talk to Tom's parents about it, but that seemed like such an invasion of his privacy. She could mind her own business, but that didn't seem like the responsible thing to do. As far as she could see, that only left her with one option.

She would have to talk to Tom herself.

In the shower, Tom was thoroughly enjoying how the spray of hot water was washing the grime from his body, but in all honesty he had not really started bathing yet. Instead, he was griping his hard cock in one hand and beating it hard as he imagined all of the nasty things he was about to do with his beautiful aunt.

Oh, she was going to be in so much trouble when he finally emerged from this bathroom.

With nothing else to do while her nephew got cleaned up and the laundry got done, Penelope made her way back to the kitchen to see to those dishes at last. She did the work mechanically though, her mind on the young man who was in her bathroom.

She wasn't looking forward to having to talk to Tom about the perils of being sexually active at his age. She hadn't expected to have to have a discussion like this until her own son started to notice girls several years from now and so she was feeling woefully unprepared for it. It didn't help matters any that, deep down, she knew that it was far more likely that she would have chickened out and made her husband Albert give Joey that talk about "The Birds & The Bees."

Just as she was loading the last of the dishes into the dishwasher, she heard the water in the shower cut off. Penelope abandoned the kitchen and hurried to make her way back to the living room. 

It would be better to have a conversation like this one where they could relax and be comfortable, after all.

"Oh, yeah!" Tom said as he emerged from the bathroom, wearing only his uncle's bathrobe. "That's so much better!"

Finding his aunt waiting for him in the living room, he couldn't help but notice that she avoided looking at him for more than a moment and seemed to be standing somewhat awkwardly, almost wringing her hands. There was clearly something very serious on her mind and he could think of only one thing that it could possibly be.

She had finally decided to make a play for her favorite nephew!

He wasn't blind to how big a step this must be for her. It would probably be the very first time she had ever cheated on her husband, after all. Hell, if even half the stories he'd heard about her were true, it might well be the first time she'd had sex with anyone at all other than his uncle Albert. Mix in to all of that the fact that their tryst would be nothing less than incest - the most taboo and forbidden kind of sex there was - and it was really no wonder that she should be just a bit hesitant about actually hitting on him.

Hardly able to hide his grin, he waited impatiently to see what kind of come on she would come up with.

"Um, about your clothes, Tom," she ventured, sounding nervous and uncertain but nonetheless finally raising her head to look at him. "I checked your pockets before I put it all into the washing machine. I wasn't being nosy, honest - I just didn't want to ruin anything you wanted to keep. All of your things are in a bowl back there."

He blinked. 

If she was looking to make a pass at him and starting with that, then he couldn't wait to see where she was going with this. "Oh, yeah?"

She started to speak again, but when all that came out was a croak, she cleared her throat and tried again. "Well, the thing is that I found something interesting in one of your pockets." She hesitated, looking away again as she forced herself to spit it out. "Condoms."

Finally, he had an idea of where she was going with this! There was no hiding his lecherous smirk now.

It was not an easy thing to have so serious a talk as this one, especially with someone else's kid, and Penelope had her head down, so wrapped up in trying to find the right words that she failed to notice as the young man moved across to her swiftly. When he took her into his strong arms, she started so badly that she almost jerked herself free again, but Tom kept his grip on her, pulling her firmly up against himself.

"Tom!" she squeaked I alarm. "What do you think you're . . ."

"Don't worry, aunt Penelope," he growled, his breath hot on her skin. "I won't forget to use those rubbers when I do you." He didn't give her a chance to respond though, crushing his lips to her's in a searing, bruising kiss that more than lived up to the millions of fantasies he'd had of what it would be like when he finally did this.

Her eyes went wide with shock as she suddenly found herself being kissed like this by her own nephew, hardly able to believe it was really happening. She started to squirm in his embrace, hoping to pry herself free, but then froze in alarm. 

What had he just said? Something about . . . doing her?

But that would be incest! Could it possibly be that her husband's suspicions about this young man were correct after all? As he continued to hold her so tightly to himself that she was having a hard time just breathing, as he continued to press the most incredibly passionate kisses to her lips, it was finally beginning to dawn on the young housewife that, yes, this probably was the case.

Tom released her so suddenly that she staggered, but Penelope managed to retain her footing right up until her nephew shoved her down onto the couch. She landed heavily and awkwardly with a grunt, but he was atop her before she could do anything about it.

His hand rose to catch her chin, holding her face steady for the next shower of feverish kisses, while his other hand took possession of one of her firm breasts, squeezing and roughly caressing it. She gasped and squeaked, trying hard to tell him to stop this at once, but having a difficult time forming words when he had his tongue down her throat. She squirmed and struggled in a vain attempt to dislodge him, but he seemed to think that she was writhing with pleasure and it only made his assault on her all the more ardent.

"Oh, yeah!" he groaned, lifting off her just enough to get both hands on her bosom. "You are so hot, aunt Penelope." 

He had his hands on her now of course, but this wasn't satisfactory as her clothes were in the way and so he grabbed hold of the front of her blouse and jerked it open, sending buttons flying everywhere as he revealed her bra encased breasts. She gasped in horror and wanted to cover up the exposed flesh, but his hands were already there, pulling down on the cups of her brassiere so that both of her breasts sprang out into the open air.

"Oh, please, Tom . . ." she whimpered, but he interpreted it not as a request to stop but as a plea for him to press forward.

As he lowered himself to her once more and began to worship her full bosom, she could do nothing to prevent it. Indeed, as her head lolled back onto the arm of the couch as she marveled at just how skilled he actually was at this, she found herself wanting to stop him less and less by the moment.

Incest was still perverse and wrong and she still hated the idea of cheating on the husband she loved so much, but her more submissive tendencies had been activated now. 

As he continued his efforts at her bosom, she slowly became aware of something that was bumping up against her leg. It was kind of hard for her to figure out what that must be - distracted, as she was - but eventually she figured out that it must be his hard cock sticking out of the robe he was wearing.

Without thinking about what she was doing, she sent one hand probing down in that direction and wrapped her fingers tightly around her nephew's shaft. She was amazed by the size, noting immediately that he put her husband to shame.

As she stroked him - learning how long he was and how very thick - he groaned and lifted himself back off of her at last. "Eager to get right to it, huh?" He climbed off of her for a moment so that he could throw off his uncle's bathrobe. "Yeah, you've been fantasizing about getting some dick from me ever since I got here, haven't you?" Yet again, she was not given any time to respond as he immediately returned to the couch, but then again he was confident that he already knew the answers.

Straddling her torso, one foot up on the couch and the other still on the floor, Tom slipped a hand around the back of his aunt's head to lift it up off the arm of the couch, then used his other hand to steer his erect member straight to her lips. She didn't seem to hesitate for a moment to open her mouth and let him thrust himself inside, both hands rising to grab hold of him by the butt.

In his enthusiasm, the teenager did not hesitate to shove almost his entire cock in at once, causing his aunt to choke and gag seriously. The boy was at least kind enough to back off before anything more serious happened, but he was also entirely unrepentant. He gave her just enough time to catch her breath and keep from puking, but then shoved himself right back in. Oh, he didn't go in quite so far as he had that first time, but he still went deeper than she was comfortable with as he fucked her face. 

She could hardly voice a complaint with her mouth full like that, but then again she probably wouldn't have anyway. Instead, she devoted her full attention to giving him the very best blow job that she could under these trying circumstances, holding onto his cheeks as if to life itself.

Tom might have been expected to last for awhile considering that he had just jerked off in the shower, but it was quickly becoming evident that his masturbation over a fantasy encounter with this woman was being more than counterbalanced by the thrill of the real thing. With no more warning than a sudden, hoarse grunt, he jerked himself out of her mouth so that he could hose a tremendous amount of cum all over her face.

Penelope heaved a little sigh. What was it with people wanting to do that to her? First, Jasmine had made a point of rubbing her cunt all over her face as she came, coating it liberally in her juices, and now Tom was spraying his load there as well! She was ever so glad that this was not something Albert ever did.




Albert's Family Ch. 02



The boy dismounted her, stroking and rubbing his cock in the hope that he could keep it from going entirely limp. "Pull up your skirt, aunt Penelope," he demanded, breathing hard. "Open your legs good and wide for me."

Her legs came apart as soon as he asked it of her and she drew her skirt all the way up her thighs. As it rose high enough to allow him to see her crotch, Tom gave her a triumphal smirk when he saw how wet her panties were.

Tom dropped to his knees in front of her, ready to have his first taste of that juicy cunt he'd been dreaming of for so very long. She could only watch as he maneuvered himself in between her widely spread legs, a finger hooking the crotch of her panties and pulling them aside as he leaned in close for a better look at what he was dealing with. 

Watching all of this like a hawk, knowing full well what was coming, Penelope had started whimpering and moaning even before he closed the distance with her most intimate area, her entire body shivering with need. Knowing just how wrong this was, knowing that her poor husband would never forgive her if he found out about any of this, she hated herself for crying out so enthusiastically when she felt his hot breath waft over her burning, swampy pussy.

Had he needed any encouragement to do this, to reassure himself that she wanted this just as much as he did, her trembling body and plaintive cries would have been more than enough. Tom lowered his head between her thighs and started to devour her. 

As before when he had pounded his dick halfway down her throat, she would notice that he had enough skill to suggest that he had done this before, but none of Jasmine's finesse. Nonetheless, as soon as his tongue snaked it's way up the length of her slit, she let out a shriek of pleasure that must have been heard for miles, arching her back up high off the sofa cushions and tearing at it's fabric with her fingers.

Albert was a tender and caring lover who never failed to please her, but it took someone strong and dominant like Jasmine and now Tom to really bring her to the heights of ecstacy. 

The teenager consumed her with a wild and almost ferocious gusto, clearly enjoying her taste and thrilling to know that his efforts were giving her so much pleasure. It certainly seemed to justify the high opinion he held of himself, after all. He brought her to what must have been a massive orgasm and was a little surprised when her desperate clawing and her body's out of control tossing and writhing somehow did not destroy that couch.

Backing off at last, he sat on his knees and considered the situation. If they ended up smashing that couch up too much, then his uncle Albert might just guess that his wife had been unfaithful to him. He didn't much care if the guy came after him as he was certain that he could kick his ass, but the last thing he wanted was a reputation as a home wrecker. 

After all, when men know that you won't hesitate to go after their wives, they will be less likely to leave you alone with them!

A change of venue was in order.

Though she was feeling very weak still, he caught her by the arms and pulled her back up to her feet. "Come on," he told the swaying, unsteady housewife. "I'm going to finish you off in your own bed!" She started to follow after him obediently, but was distracted by the distant sound of a bell chiming.

"The laundry!" she gasped, turning and staggering away from him.

"What?!"

She heard the annoyance and disapproval in his voice but somehow managed to keep plodding along anyway. "I just need to put your clothes in the dryer now," she explained in a shaky voice. "They might mildew if I just leave them in the washing machine. It won't take a moment - I promise."

He couldn't believe she was doing this and muttered a curse as he watched her disappear in the direction of the laundry room. What on earth was this stupid woman thinking? Surely there wouldn't be any problem if they just left them until he was done with her! When she did not return within a half-second, he decided to go after her.

As he stormed into the laundry room, the first thing that caught his eye was his aunt pulling his wet things out of the washing machine and pitching them into the dryer. She made for quite a sight with her face still covered with his cum, her blouse torn open and her boobs hanging out, and her own liquids dripping slowly down the insides of her legs. The second thing that caught his eye was the little plastic bowl she had put his things in and he quickly grabbed up the condoms as he knew he was about to need them.

She barely had time to shut the door to the dryer and hit the start button before her nephew grabbed her and effortlessly tossed her over his shoulder, carrying her away to the bedroom.

Penelope found herself heaved onto her own bed just a few moments later, but before she could compose herself or get her bearings, he had grabbed her and arranged her to his liking - bent over the edge. The condoms were thrown down next to her and then Tom threw her skirt back up and hauled off her soaked panties to reveal her bottom and the pouting slit beneath.

She started when he came up close behind her then and slid into her, a few strokes burying the entire length of his big dick in her wet and dripping twat. Back when he first grabbed her, hadn't he'd promised to use a condom when he did this!?

She started to rise, turning at the waist to look back and demand that he not fuck her without a rubber, but she was pushed back down onto the bed by a nephew who could guess what her problem was. 

"Don't worry about it," Tom grunted, thoroughly enjoying how tightly her cunt gripped him as he slid in and out of her a few times. "I'm just getting lubed up."

With that, he drew himself slowly back out of her and placed the bulbous head of his cock against her sphincter, forcing a loud moan of pleasure and pain mixed as he forced himself into her exquisitely tight, velvety ass. It took some effort, but he was persistent and determined and did not let up until he was completely sheathed in her, his balls bumping and bouncing against the swollen lips of her cunt.

Tom leaned forward over her, bracing himself against the bed as he cupped her chin in one hand and forced her to raise her head. Penelope now found herself looking into the mirror of her vanity, forced to watch as her own nephew defiled her butt. 

He gave her no more time than that to get used to the hulking intruder who had just broken in through her back door, starting to hump himself against her slowly at first, but rapidly gaining in both speed and force. Her eyes never left the mirror as he fucked her butt, wanting to scream from the intensity of what she was experiencing but hardly able to get enough air into her lungs to even keep breathing.

He eventually released her chin so that he could straighten back up and hold onto her by the hips, wanting to give this taut little ass a proper thrashing as he felt his climax fast approaching. She recognized that she was about to take a serious pounding and, giving the sinful scene in the mirror one long last look, she lowered her head back to the bed and squeezed her eyes shut. One of her hands went back between her own legs in the meantime, wanting to work her own cunt in concert with what he was doing. 

The teenager took a moment to arrange his feet so that he had the maximum amount of leverage, then he set to work.

Slamming into her so hard that her feet seemed to leave the floor, driving himself in so deep that she would have sworn that she could taste the tip of his cock in her mouth again, Tom was able to give his sexy aunt only a dozen more strokes at the most before throwing his head back with a howl and pumping another steaming load of cum into her.

Penelope would not come herself, though her fingers were a blur between her own legs, thrusting in and out of herself. Just as she was closing in on what promised to be an earth-shaking orgasm, she lost her grip on her twat as he suddenly whipped his cock out of her butt and grabbed hold of her with both hands. She was hauled off the bed and dumped unceremoniously onto the carpet beside it, his dick once more being pushed against her lips.

It seemed such an awful and nasty thing to do considering where it had just been, but she dutifully opened her mouth and started sucking on his cock again, her hands rising to stroke the shaft and fondle the heavy balls.

He had all the vigor and energy of youth and so her efforts were soon rewarded with yet another erection. Once he was confident that she had him hard enough, he again pushed away from her. Bending down, he grabbed her yet again and lifted her up from the floor, tossing her onto the bed on her back as if she were a rag doll. Pausing only as long as it took him to tear open one of the little packages and put on a condom, he launched himself up on top of her and forced her legs wide apart.

Feeling that oversized cock stab all the way into her cunt with one hard shove was enough to set off that climax she had been denied a moment ago and Penelope convulsed as a brutally intense orgasm swept through her. 

He rode it out with her, giving her a few little bumps to help her along, but chose not to start shafting her in earnest until after he was certain that she was finished. He wasn't kind enough to wait until she had caught her breath, however.

There was no slow start this time, building up to a crescendo of violent love-making. No, this time he just started at the end by screwing her as hard as possible. 

Again, she saw that her nephew knew the basics, but none of the tricks of the trade that would make it as good for her as it would be for him. There would be no point in complaining or trying to teach this rampant young beast what to do, though, and she knew it. Instead, she just contented herself with wrapping her arms and legs around him and hanging on tight as he did whatever he liked to her.

If only Tom knew how to service her as well as Albert did, she heard herself muse, this young man would have earned himself a place in the pantheon of the world's greatest lovers!

Her poor, trusting husband's place there was already assured, but she did wish that not only was he hung like her nephew, but that he knew how to push her buttons the way Jasmine and Tom did. Perhaps then she wouldn't be such a pushover whenever someone who was stronger and more self assured decided they wanted her.

She did reach orgasm and, though it was not the biggest or the best that she'd been given that summer day, it was still more than enough to make her toes curl.

* * *

As she sat on her living room couch the next day, Penelope could not help but reflect on what had happened to her.

All of this time, she had believed that her nephew was such a sweet and generous young man, but she now knew that he was a wanton animal, interested only in his own pleasure. Albert had tried to tell her on numerous occasions that the teenager could not be trusted, but surely not even her husband could have imagined just what kind of a beast Tom really was.

With a mixture of hope and fear, she wondered if her new incestuous lover would be coming back for more and, under the circumstances, couldn't see why he wouldn't.

Penelope was so glad that her son would not be coming home until tomorrow as it had been hard enough just to deal with Albert after a day of being ravished like that, much less Joey, too.

She recalled how amazed her husband had been when he came home from work to find both his front and back yards mowed. Even though she imagined it must be obvious that she had just spent the day being used and abused by another man, she stuck to the story she'd invented about paying one of the neighbor kids to cut the grass and was astounded when he bought the tall tale without question.

Her poor husband invested so much love and trust in her and just look at how she repaid him, she mused unhappily.

The sound of screeching tires pulled the young housewife from her introspection at last, turning so that she could look out the window.

The sight of her sister's car pulling up at the curb brought her quickly to her feet in alarm, though her body protested. Tom had left her very sore and covered in bruises yesterday and here he was coming back for more, it seemed. She wanted to run for the hills in order to stay faithful to her husband, she wanted to rip her clothes off right then and there so that her nephew could pick up where he'd left off, but she did neither when she saw who was climbing out of the car and marching so determinedly up towards the house.

It was not Tom. Instead, it was his mother, Penelope's sister, Joan!

Penelope frowned as she made her way to the front door, wondering what her brother's wife was doing here. Naturally, the thought did occur to her that she was here to confront her over what had happened the day before, but the young housewife dismissed that notion out of hand. Surely, Tom would not have gone home and announced that he had done something so disturbing as violate his own aunt, after all.

She had not quite reached the door when it was suddenly flung open in her face, causing her to stumble back a step in surprise. Joan came charging into the house without a moment's hesitation, her dark eyes fixing on Penelope.

"There you are, you little bitch!"

Before the young woman knew what was happening, she had been viciously shoved to the floor by her sister, who then stood over her ranting and raving and waving her finger in Penelope's face.

"Now listen here, you slut! You'll keep your hands off my son if you know what's good for you! It's bad enough that I have to compete with all of those little skanks at his school for his attention - I'm not going to deal with you as well! Tom is mine, do you hear me?! If I ever again hear that you've been messing around with my son, I can promise that you will regret it!"

Turning on her heel, Joan marched out the house again, leaving behind a startled and shaken Penelope sitting on the floor. It was only when she heard that car start up again and the tires squeal as it pulled away that she was able to convince herself that her crazed sister would not be coming back to have another go at her.

What in the world had that been about?!

Penelope replayed what Joan had said in her head and her mouth fell open in shock when she realized just what was going on here.

Tom was screwing around with his own mother! Her brother's wife was cheating on him! She now knew about it, but did not dare to say anything since she had now been to bed with the boy as well! Joan knew that she and Tom had spent a day having sex and was insanely jealous about it! There was every chance that her nephew would come back and try to get her into bed again! But if that did happen, Joan was threatening all sorts of dire and fearful consequences!

Penelope groaned wearily as she picked herself up from the floor.

Add in to all of that the fact that she had also spent the better part of a week being unforgivably intimate with her husband's mother and the young housewife could see that she had gotten herself into quite a pickle.

Family get-togethers were going to be pretty tense affairs from now on.



Albert's Family



There followed a long pause as the two women gazed into each other's eyes, lost in their own thoughts. The moment was broken when Penelope looked down at the teddy Jasmine still held. "I still don't think I would look good in something like that," she said, though with slightly less conviction this time.

Jasmine was shocked to hear herself say, "Well, there's only one way to settle this once and for all. Take it back into the fitting room, try it on, and we'll see exactly how you look in it."

"We? I couldn't come out here dressed in nothing but that to show you. They'll arrest me for indecent exposure!"

That's how Jasmine ended up standing just outside the fitting room, separated from Penelope by nothing but a curtain as the younger woman stripped herself nude and put on the lingerie. "Okay," came the soft, hesitant voice from behind the curtain at last. "You can come in now, Jasmine." Burning with the need to see her son's wife dressed in something scandalous, Jasmine slipped into the dressing room quickly. The demure, submissive pose of the young housewife with her head down and her hands clasped behind her back was in sharp contrast to the outfit she wore. Her breasts were small and perky, tipped with erect nipples that were clearly visible through the sheer lace. The teddy had a snap closure down between her legs to offer quick access to her twat and her neatly trimmed bush was plainly visible.

Jasmine's eyes were wide and her jaw was scrapping the floor as she stared at the girl, suddenly short of breath as her heart pounded away furiously in her chest. This young woman was a wet dream come true!

"Well?" Penelope asked in a soft, almost inaudible voice, staring at the ground nervously. "How do I look?"

It took several long moments and some coughing and clearing of her throat, but finally Jasmine remembered how to talk. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Penelope," she told her sincerely, raising a hand to touch her hair. "Albert was very lucky to have won your heart."

Feeling overwhelmed by all the praise, Penelope's full lips curved in a small smile. "Thank you."

Jasmine decided then and there that she was going to spice up her daughter's wardrobe a little and, commanding her to wait for her there in the fitting room, dashed back out onto the sales floor to pick out a few more pieces of lingerie that she thought would look perfect on Penelope. Carrying an armful of items, she returned to the fitting room to find her waiting right where she had left her. "Here. I want you to try these on, too."

Jasmine made no move to leave the fitting room and Penelope didn't ask her to. With her mother standing very close to her in the cramped confines of the fitting room, watching everything very closely, Penelope slowly and carefully removed the teddy to reveal her nude body in all it's glory.

The first thing she picked up to try on was a tiny little g-string and, at least partially because she was so self-conscious about being watched by the older woman, Penelope put it on wrong and pulled the string right up into her wet pussy. Jasmine couldn't stop herself from groaning loudly as she watched the girl slide a finger up into herself to retrieve it.

When Penelope pulled her hand away from her crotch, Jasmine seized it and raised it to her lips. Now that finger that had entered the girl's depths was taken into the older woman's mouth to be sucked and licked clean of her juices. A deep whimper escaped Penelope as she watched, enjoying the sensual caress of her mother's tongue.

Their eyes met again and they shared a long, intense look as Jasmine then took the girl's hand and pressed it to one of her larger breasts. The two women slowly leaned towards each other, their lips parting in anticipation of a long, deep kiss, but then they were distracted from each other by a voice from the other side of the curtain. "Hello? Is everything okay in there?" It was the saleswoman, concerned over all the moans and groans or perhaps wondering what could be taking them so long in there.

The spell was broken and they took a step back from each other with a nervous little laugh. "Um, yeah, everything is just fine," Jasmine answered, "we'll be out in just a moment." They heard the saleswoman's footsteps retreat then, but all they were really aware of at that moment was just how close they had come to doing something Albert would never be able to forgive them for.

Jasmine suddenly realized that she was standing very close to her son's wife, who was dressed in nothing but a tiny little g-string, and that this wasn't proper. Penelope was just standing still, her eyes downcast again as she waited to see what her mother wanted her to do now. Bending to gather up all the pieces of lingerie she'd brought to the fitting room, Jasmine said, "You'd better take that g-string back off."

Penelope did so and handed it to her mother, who looked up to find herself face to face with the girl's very wet pussy. It was incredibly tempting to just lean in and start eating and Penelope certainly wasn't making it any easier by just standing there and not getting dressed. It took all of Jasmine's will power to back away, getting back to her feet with her arm load of lingerie.

"You'd better get dressed now, Penelope," Jasmine said, beating a hasty retreat from the fitting room. "I'll wait for you out here."

Penelope didn't move until her mother was gone, heaving a shuddering sigh and hugging herself as she tried desperately to bury the feelings that had been stirred up in her. Turning to grab her clothes, she hurried to get into them so that she wouldn't keep Jasmine waiting. When she stepped out of the fitting room, she spotted the other woman at one of the cash registers paying for the lingerie.

"This is for you," Jasmine told her, pushing the shopping bag into her hands. "Try a few of these out on Albert and I'm sure you'll love the results." That's right, I'm just doing this to help out my son and his wife, Jasmine said to herself over and over, lying to herself as much as to Penelope.

Penelope couldn't resist opening the bag and looking in at all the lacy outfits, some romantic and some slutty, and knew that she would never be able to wear any of them without fantasizing that she was doing so for Jasmine. Looking up into her eyes, she murmured a thank you.

A few minutes later found them in that cozy little restaurant, having a delicious lunch and trying desperately to avoid the subject of what had happened in that fitting room. Their conversation was friendly and pleasant enough, but it was pretty obvious that this conversation was not what they were thinking about.

Finally, it was Penelope who broached the subject. "I'd like to apologize for my behavior in that fitting room, Jasmine," she began softly and hesitantly. Her mother might have interrupted and pointed out that she had been the aggressor in that fitting room, but Penelope didn't give her the chance. For the first time in her life, Penelope told someone else about that night she had spent with Gennifer, but telling the story with such shame for leading her best friend astray and ruining their friendship that tears filled her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Jasmine," she sobbed. "Please don't hate me like Gennifer did. Please don't tell Albert and make him hate me, too."

Jasmine quickly gathered the girl up in her arms and held her tight as she tried to comfort her. She told her that she didn't have anything to be sorry for either today or for Gennifer. If a couple of teenage girls start fooling around like that then things are bound to happen, she told her. She was convinced that Gennifer hadn't hated her but had been so unsettled by what had happened between them that she hadn't known how to deal with it. It was sad that their friendship had ended over this, but what had happened in that bedroom had been only natural. 

With regard to the fitting room, however, Jasmine accepted all the blame. She confessed to this girl all of her lesbian lovers, including her current one. "Ever since my husband died, I've been a slave to my passion for other women." It was her idea that, without Candy there to satisfy her insatiable need for pussy, she had forced Penelope into doing something against her will and she begged the girl to forgive her. 

"No," Penelope said quickly, her arms going around her mother as she raised her head to meet the older woman's eyes. "You didn't force me to do anything, Jasmine." She started to realize just how tightly they were holding each other and how good it felt and admitted, "I did it because I wanted to."

Their tears were drying and the temperature between them rising, but Jasmine pulled away. Albert was her son and she was not going to betray him by having an affair with his wife! Penelope understood and did not try to change her mind, reminding herself just how much she had to lose if Albert discovered her desire for his mother.

With both of them now determined to forget any of this ever happened, they turned the conversation to other topics and were able to smile and laugh together again. 

They got home only an hour before Joey came home and with the playful boy constantly underfoot there simply was no opportunity for anything else to happen between the two women. Even so, thoughts of that illicit adventure in the department store's fitting room never left their minds and several long and meaningful looks and secret smiles between the two of them went entirely unnoticed by Joey.

When bedtime finally arrived, Penelope did not wear a nightgown to bed as she normally did. With thoughts of Jasmine playing over and over in her head, she stripped naked and slid into bed feeling very naughty, one hand going straight between her legs. In the guest room meanwhile, Jasmine had taken out her dildo again and was pumping it in and out of her cunt faster and harder than she ever had before.

Sleep was a long time coming and did not last for long as Joey's cries woke them both up and brought them running to his room. Jasmine was already sitting on the edge of the bed in a nightgown trying to comfort the boy when his mother arrived, holding her robe closed with one hand.

"It's okay," Jasmine said to her hovering daughter as the boy settled down and started to go back to sleep. Standing up, Jasmine smiled, "It was just a bad dream. He should be all right now."

Penelope's relief was palpable and she heaved a relieved sigh. Inadvertently, her grip on the front of her robe loosened and it feel open to reveal the nude body within. Joey was already drifting off to sleep and didn't notice as his mother accidently flashed his grandmother. Jasmine just stood there and stared and, seeing the lust and desire on the older woman's face, Penelope didn't close the robe. As of that moment, just as in the fitting room before, neither woman would spare a single thought for Albert.

Finally, Jasmine was able to look up into the girl's eyes and she saw something there that stole her breath away. Penelope glanced down at her son, pulling her robe closed at last as she purred, "We should let him sleep." As her mother stood frozen in place, Penelope turned and walked to the door, pausing there for just a moment to look back at Jasmine and smile softly.

Only when she had disappeared from view was Jasmine able to make her body obey her commands. Glancing down herself to make sure her grandson really was falling back to sleep, she tiptoed out of the room and closed the door. Her eyes turned to the door to Penelope's bedroom and there was her daughter, still holding her robe closed and still smiling.

Penelope said nothing, but turned and walked into her bedroom leaving the door open behind her. As if hypnotized, Jasmine was unable to keep herself from walking over to the open door and looking inside, to find the young woman standing near the window as moonlight streamed in and softly played across her lovely face.

Penelope's voice was soft. "Come in and shut the door."

Even before she knew she was doing it, Jasmine had walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind her. As she watched, Penelope slowly slipped her robe back over her shoulders and let it fall to the ground behind her. Now completely nude, she went to the bed, sat down on the edge of it, and looked up at Jasmine.

Coming across the room to her very slowly and deliberately, Jasmine stood in front of her and ever so slowly pulled her nightgown up her long legs until her twat was visible. She paused there for a long moment, smiling to herself as her daughter looked it over and licked her lips, then raised the nightgown to her chest so that her breasts were visible too. Penelope's eyes followed it up and stopped on her mother-in-law's heavy breasts. The young woman's eyes stayed there as Jasmine took the nightgown completely off at last and let it fall to the floor.

Raising her eyes to meet Jasmine's, Penelope lay back on her elbows and spread her legs wide. The older woman didn't need an engraved invitation and sank to her knees with a smile, her hands on Penelope's thighs and pushing them even farther apart. Lowering her head, inhaled deeply the heady aroma of her twat. "Please ..." Penelope panted, strongly affected by the sight of this strong and beautiful woman between her legs. "Please take me, Jasmine."

With a devilish smirk, Jasmine's fingers and mouth went to work on her daughter, quickly driving her out of her mind with ecstacy. When a loud groan escaped Penelope, Jasmine raised her head for a moment to chastise her. "Hush now, dear, or you'll wake Joey up." Penelope gasped out an apology, but Jasmine's head had already dipped back down to her cunt.

The young housewife would have loved to have this last forever and tried valiantly to hold off her climax for as long as possible, but she was just too excited for it to last for any length of time. At the last moment, Penelope grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it as a shriek of pure pleasure was torn from her.

Rising, Jasmine stretched out the full length of her body atop Penelope's and kissed her long and hard full on the mouth. Penelope was able to taste herself in the kiss and it made her kiss her back all the more passionately. Throwing her arms around her mother, Penelope crushed their bodies together, wanting to feel every inch of her.

"Please let me lick your ... pussy." Penelope had never used such vulgar words before and she was a little embarrassed to be using them even now. 

That sounded like a great idea to Jasmine, who moved so that she was kneeling over the girl's head. Taking Penelope's head in both hands, she shoved her face firmly into her cunt. Penelope had never done this before but proved to be a quick learner and her mother was so pleased with her work that she demanded an encore performance. Penelope's face was soon gleaming in the moonlight with the other woman's juices.

That was just the beginning of their late night romp. Jasmine taught her eager young pupil all about how to make love to another woman and found her efforts rewarded tenfold. That brief incident with Gennifer notwithstanding, Penelope had only made love to one other person her entire life, Albert. She was amazed by how much more intense and pleasurable it was with his mother but didn't care to stop then and try to analyze it.

It was very late into the next morning before the bright rays of the sun were able to wake the exhausted young wife. Stretching languidly and indulging in a long yawn, she sat up and turned to look at the alarm clock. She started to panic when she realized how late it was, thinking that she had to get Joey breakfast and get him off to school, but then Jasmine appeared in the doorway wearing an apron and a smile but nothing else and carrying a tray of food.

"Well, it's about time you got up," Jasmine teased. Seeing the worried look on her lover's face, she was able to guess the reason behind it. "Don't worry about Joey, dear. I got him something to eat and put him on the school bus so you could sleep in this morning. Ready for breakfast?" Without waiting for an answer, she set the tray down on the bed across Penelope's lap.

Looking up at her mother, Penelope offered a heartfelt, "Thank you." "It's just some scrambled eggs and sausages ..."

"No, I mean for last night," Penelope interrupted quickly, reaching out a hand to her.

Taking the hand and giving it a squeeze, Jasmine said, "As I recall, that was your idea, but you're welcome. Now eat up, dear. You're going to need your strength to survive what I have planned for you today."

There was quite a bit of truth in that statement. Albert was due to return the next day and Jasmine was determined to fit an entire lifetime of love-making into that morning before Joey came home. Knowing that they would only be able to get together like this very rarely since she lived a couple of hours away, Jasmine felt the need to get as much of her son's wife as she could now.

She even elected to introduce Penelope to her dildo. Lying the girl on her back, bent in half with her arms wrapped around her thighs and her knees pressed into her breasts, Jasmine had knelt to mercilessly pound the plastic cock into her cunt and then her ass, clearly not interested in having a slow romantic morning of sex.

Penelope seemed to agree with the sentiment and the two women had worn each other down to a frazzle by the time Joey got back. They had a chance to rest and catch their breath then, but when Joey went to bed the lovers reached for each other again.

There was nothing left around the house to betray their secret when Albert turned up and, although they had spent the majority of the morning necking and petting, their appearances were impeccable. Albert did notice a few things had changed however.

When he'd left his mother and wife had been polite enough to each other but had kept their distance. Now they seemed like best friends who had grown up together. When he'd left, his mother had referred to his wife behind her back as a timid mouse. Now she was always calling her dear. At the same time, his wife seemed to have picked up a little more confidence and self-assurance.

As far as Albert was concerned, the few days the two women had spent together had obviously been a good thing for them both and he was delighted that they had become such good friends.



Albert's Letters



This is a copy of the letter that Albert Berdequez received from his wife.

Medicine Hat, Alberta, Canada.
February 3, 2001.

Dear Albert,

By the time that you receive this letter, which I will mail from the dock in Miami, Florida, the cruise ship, that I am on, will have been at sea for three days. It is the same ship that I was on in February of last year.

It would be fair to say that neither of us told the other the truth as to how that trip came about, and what happened to me during the cruise, last year.

You know that I am not the most worldly woman. We get a little cabin fever from time to time up in Medicine Hat.

When you got that new camera, I let you take nude pictures of me, “Just for Us.” Then, you asked to send pictures of me to that voyeur site. I said, “Okay,” as long as you blocked out my eyes.

Well, the Queen’s britches! Next, you wanted to tie me to the bed, and take some more nude pictures. That was fun. That night that we all got gunned on the “White Lightning” that Big Jake brought over, got a little out of hand, when you guys tied me to the bed, and took turns plowing my field.

I never noticed when you took all the photos of me being fucked. You and your computer. You were sending out all sort of things.

The letter to me from “Fantastic Cruise Lines,” offering me a free cruise on the “Florida Princess” in return for me “Showing my talents, and being a Hostess for four hours each night,” sure was a surprise to us both, huh? That is a $1587.00 trip, as we discussed. I remember that you said that I should go alone, because you had to do the milking.

Well, I asked you how “Fantastic” could have heard of a farm girl from Medicine Hat? You lied. You lied right through your teeth. “Must have been that they saw your titty pictures?” you said.

Well, Albert, my friend, I was run over by a tractor, and put on the clothes line to dry, by the things that happened to me last year. Yes Sir!

But, now I know what all happened. Yes, I do. I found the disk with all those pictures of me being fucked by you and Big Jake, along with the story about me, “She Fucks  Anyone That Wants Her.”  All the pieces fit. Among others, why the Cruise line wanted to know my age and sizes.

I had no problem telling them that I was twenty-nine, and stood five feet six. It did not bother me to tell them that I was 36-27-33. I was not happy telling them that I was one hundred and thirty-one pounds, and am DDD. 

Anyway, everyone was very nice the first night at sea. I noticed a strange thing. There was about seventy woman, all my age, and all without their husbands. The other seven hundred passengers were all men, and they all wore green kilts. Damn strange, huh?

On the Bulletin Board the next day there was a note stating that “Hostess suits” for the ladies were available at the ship’s store, and that the “Judging,” would start at eight PM. When I saw the suit, I said out loud, “Give me a break?” Little, itty, bitty, two piece, yellow thing, that would not cover me at all.

You know how I have been talking about having a breast reduction. Without my bra, my tits hang down to within two inches of my navel. I hurried back to my room to try the suit on. That suit covered the same amount of my tit, as you suck. Pussy hair stuck out on three sides of the bottoms. 

“Well,” I thought, “If they want to see tit, I got lots of tit to see.” Sort of turned me on. Not often, a rural girl like me, gets to show off.

Had several strong drinks with my lobster dinner. Got used to sitting there in that yellow suit. At five of eight, the M C rattled off all the woman’s names, and directed us to go to fifteen different lounge areas on the ship. 

Albert, you follow what I am going to tell you now, very closely, because your pictures, and that story are the reason it all happened. When we entered the room, the men took off our suits. We were placed on mattress on the floor. Our arms were tied out straight to the side. Then our legs were lifted, and brought up to our outstretched arms, and tied to them. My cunt was facing right at the ceiling. It was like I was a cow in the stall, and the bull is about to ride her. 

One man announced, “Welcome ladies to the world’s largest gathering of the Magnificent Cock Club.” Now, Albert, I’m thinking, “What the hell is a Magnificent Cock?”

The man then said. “Here are the rules. We have ten ladies in this room. The ten winners get to have them first.” At that, the men took off their kilts, and begin to pump their cocks to make them hard.

“Albert, Albert, Albert, you go out to the barn and take a look at the donkey’s cock.  I was looking at seventy cocks that big, while hog tied, with my pussy giving off that smell that you like so much.”

We were three hundred miles at sea. I knew that I was going to be fucked. Heavens to Betsy, was I going to get fucked. The cocks were placed on a table, and carefully measure. The men with the ten biggest cocks were told to, “Do it!”

“The rest of you guys can play with the gals, as they become available.” This big, muscular, guy steps up next to me, and in an Irish Brogue say, “Ahh, Lass, so you like being tied, and having me shelayly stirring your clover, now do you?” 

My world got very small right then. That man’s cock was so big that there was more cock then you have beyond the point where he was holding it. Medicine Hat was a long way away. My eyes were glued to his manhood. On his knees next to my ass, he said to a young guy standing next to him with a cock as big as his, “Hand me the “Slick Glide,” now won’t you, son.” He put a hand full of Slick Glide on his cock. He leaned over, and held himself off me with his right hand, as his left hand lifted up that cock of his and put the end in me.

I was panting. I was making mooing sounds like the cows do when the bull runs his long rough tongue up her twat. My cunt was flowing, and my pussy lips were puffing out. Albert, just the end of his cock had touched me, but I wanted him to service me. 

“Albert, I hope you took a picture of the donkey’s cock. You should frame it and put it by the bed.”

“Because, Albert, when he was ready, he lay on me. Thrusting his ass down, he buried eleven inches of throbbing cock in your wife’s pussy.”

“May the Queen fart a drumstick!” He grabbed my ass with his hands, and put the peter to me. I was like a bean bag chair, with two kids jumping on it. Two hundred pounds of peter driving machine was fucking me. Knowing that all could see us, he would run his peter all the way out and slam it in me. 

Albert, light a candle for me, because, I loved it, yes I did. Two other guys pulled my breasts out to the side, and were yanking and sucking on them. It was only a minute, when I begin to cum. 

Softly, I moaned, “Oooooooooohhoooo...       Aaawwwwaaaaaaaaa...     Oooooooooohhoo...
He begin to pump even faster, and then he grabbed both my breasts as he arched his back upward, and cum was spurting in me. I was only half way through my orgasm. My vagina was tight, and 
there was a “fire,” in my loins. 

A tall skinny man, with dark complexion, placed his cock in me. With one push it was in so far that his balls bounced off my ass. I was shaking all over. I felt like the cows, the day that lightning struck the milking machine. “Yyyyyeeessssss!Oh, heavens to little bunny rabbits, Yyyyyeesssss!” 

“Oh, she is gooodddd? Veerrryyy Ggooood.” the man hoarsely said, as he too pumped his cum in to me.” Albert, are you paying attention?”

The next man was different, Albert. He had them untie me and they put blankets on a small table.
I was tied on my stomach, with my ass up so that anyone could fuck me in either hole. My breasts were swinging free to be played with, and My head was held up so that something placed in my mouth could go straight down my throat. 

They sprayed some stuff down my throat so that I would not gag, and they put some other stuff on my fanny so it did not hurt when ten inches of cock did the chocolate mambo. Ten inches of cock down my throat was a new experience.

 Knowing that some way, somehow, you had set me up, I thought that it was a good idea for you to have a hot poker up your ass, but I’m over that now, thank you.

Albert, sweety pie, that was a six day cruise. What I have just told you happened in the first forty minutes of playtime, for the “Magnificent Cock Club.” After the fifth man had his way with me, I and the other women were untied. It was clean up, and “Switcheroo Time.”

In the ladies room, I asked another woman; “Did you know what they were going to do to you, when you agreed to come?”

With a big smile, she said, “Honey, this is my third year. I’m from Little Rock, home of the smallest cocks on earth. I would kill to be included. If you crave big cock, this is ground zero.”

Huh? Albert, that put a whole new slant on my thinking. This was some fancy sex for a “Farm Lady,” from “Medicine Hat?” Don’t you agree?

My next stop was the “Voodoo Lounge,” on the Aloha Deck. I paraded in there with my tits stuck out, and those puppies swinging from side to side. “Here I am Boys,” I announced. “Canada has the hottest women in the world!” One guy sat on a pool table. I put my chest on his legs and took five inches of his hard cock into my mouth. Another man picked up my left leg, and stuck his fingers into my cunt. An older man, with a tummy, and a long thin cock, ran it into my ass, with one push. 

As he pounded into me, I was tossed back and forth, with my tits swaying outside of the legs of the man I was sucking. He held my head firmly, and several spurts of cum hit the back of my mouth. Mr.Tummy pumped so hard that he lifted me off my feet, as he cum. 

I was lowered to the floor, and a young, very good looking guy ran a really huge cock into my cunt. I turned my head to the side, with my eyes closed. The smell of cum, cunt, and booze filled my nostrils. My breast were being yanked, and pulled. Someone’s finger was thrust up my ass and I cum. Albert, my whole body was a hand gripping that man’s cock. He cum at the same time.

By the time that you read this,  at least thirty of the biggest cocks on earth will have plowed my field, and planted their seed in me. Tonight, they are going to have the biggest titty woman, to be fucked by the biggest cocks. I won last year, and I am a shoe in this year. The five biggest cocks on the ship will do me on a raised mat on center stage.

If you will now go into our bedroom, and look under the mattress, you will find a disk. On the disk are forty-five pictures of me, from last year. Or, at least, you can see part of me, being covered by all those men. The picture of just the cock and beer can, next to the ruler, is the cock of the man that will do me first in the main ballroom, in front of several hundred people tonight at eight-ten PM. 

Your loving wife,
Mary Ellen

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Mr. Albert Berdequez
Medicine Hat
Alberta, Canada

Dear Mr. Berdequez,

“Sure Sex Production’s” check for $5,000.00 is enclosed. We will forward the remaining payment, in the amount of $25,000.00 for this years work, by your lovely wife, Mary Ellen, when she finishes the cruise. The first two days of shooting this years sequel of the “Magnificent Cock Club,” have gone very well.

We trust that you enjoyed the video of last years “Magnificent Cock Club Cruise,” staring Mary Ellen.

We are considering a sequel to the film “The Devil Has a Cock Like Mine.” We would desire that Mary Ellen star in it. It would have her being sexed by ten men. The payment would be in the amount of $ 40,000.00.

Yours,
Brad Worthy

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A copy of the letter was returned to Brad, with a handwritten note on it.

Brad,

Thank you for the checks, both this year and last. For your information, the last two years we have had a severe drought up here in Alberta. I had to buy a lot of feed. Without the money you have sent, Mary Ellen and I would have lost the farm.

When she gets home from this trip, I will sit here down. I will explain just how important what she has done is to us, and how much she has earned. She does not know about the video, so I will show her that, too.

For $40,000.00, I have no doubt that she will agree to “Play” with your men for two weeks. As I told you, “She Fucks Anyone That Wants Her.”

Enclosed is a picture of my eighteen year old sister in a bathing suit. She is a virgin. Next year, you could include her, along with Mary Ellen, in the “Magnificent Cock club” Cruise. It would pay for her college tuition. You will notice that she has huge tits, just like Mary Ellen’s.

All the Best,
Albert