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Are We Prostituting Ourselves?

By: ronnie11



"C'mon, I'm tired of these dam tan lines," is all I say as I grab my towel and baby oil and start walking towards the sanctuary on the side of the garage that once served as my nude sunbathing retreat. 

"Can I come too," the sound of my nineteen year-old sons voice sounding so timid and almost childlike as he stands there with his erection bulging in his shorts almost wants to make me burst out laughing.

"Of course," is all I reply as I can only imagine what is going through his head right about now?

In less than a week my whole life has been literally shaken to the core, and if anyone had ever suggested to me that one day I would be contemplating taking my son as my lover I would have thought them sick and perverted. But here I am with fluids flowing out of my princess as she readies herself to be possibly impaled by the erect organ just a foot or so behind her, and as my conscience and vagina battle over the right and wrong about what might happen, the throbbing of my nipples is clearly persuading my intellectual side about the merits of having such a young lover at my disposal. 

For years now I've been aware of his need to masturbate at least once or twice a day, and even though most mother's would no doubt find it an unhealthy addiction, I've always looked at it as simply Nature's way to relieve the stress from the ravages of what his hormones are doing to him. The undeniable truth is that boys leave evidence behind after they've ejaculated, and rather risk having him squirting all that delicious cream all over the place, I've simply got into the habit of supplying him with a fresh towel daily. Of course he's very much aware of why it's left for him too, but I seriously doubt he has any idea that lately each time he relieves himself I steal myself into his room and lap down the creamy reward with my tongue as my princess ruthlessly attacks any part of me that finds it objectionable.

There's still a part of me that knows how wrong it is every time I bring my lips in contact with his semen, but being widowed and celibate for six years now has taken a toll on me in ways I had never imagined. The truth is I'm a very sexually minded woman, and for me to be denied those pleasures that I so love seems more like an additional punishment being added to the pain I already feel for having lost my husband. But I can't deny the truth, and every time my taste buds are treated to my son's forbidden fruit, I feel myself surrendering a little more ground with each feeding. Clearly that overpowering urge to get it from the source directly has my head spinning every time I think about it, and the fact I find myself entertaining such a thought just shows me how frustrated I've become. 

The fact we've been doing this sensuous dance for almost a year now seems almost incredible too, and what's even more unbelievable is how I've been ever so slowly lowering the threshold between how a mother and son are supposed to interact together. I'm quite sure he's fully aware of what he's been doing to me too, and whether it's through design or by accident I've found myself wearing ever more revealing clothing around him. The t-shirt that's obviously been shrunken has become my post shower dress lately, and half the time now I'm not even wearing panties anymore. But as if not to be out done, all Ryan wears around the house now are those low lying sweatpants bulging with his erection as if trying to entice me to do the unthinkable.  

"It's been so long," is all I say as I lay the giant beach towel exactly where I use to so long ago as I feel my body being subjected to a scan that usually only comes just before a burst of unbridled passion. 

"I know," I hear the words coming out of the one responsible for why I had to finally abandon this oasis a few years ago.

I so loved it when Jimmy and I use to come out here and make love with the heat of sun bathing us in all its brilliance, and that feeling of freedom that came with doing something so naughty outdoors just added to our anxiety that one day we might actually get caught. There was just something about thrill of being in such a compromising position that appealed to the both of us, and though we didn't consider ourselves being the exhibitionist types, we both got off on imagining who it was that we wanted to catch us making love. I guess there's just something about having sex that opens doors that probably never would be accessible under normal circumstances.

For Jimmy it was the thought of his older sister Lauren walking around the garage and catching us sixty-nineing that was his favorite, and even though most wives would no doubt cringe about such a forbidden fantasy, I enthusiastically encouraged him as my tongue ran up and down his cock right before it exploded in my mouth. She's coming, she's coming I use to whisper to him shamelessly as he pried my ass wide open and my mouth readied itself to feast on his salty cocktail. We both loved that illicit thought of one day trying to seduce her, but unfortunately years of smoking that eventually triggered his cancer ended that dream the day I buried him.  

"Just like I remember it," I say as I position my towel in the exact same place I use to do to get the most use out of where the sun had positioned itself.

It eventually took me two or three years before I could come back here after Jimmy died, and just when I was just starting to get back into some sort of groove as I fingered myself to my first guilt free orgasms because of missing him so much, the sudden realization that Ryan might be spying on me both turned me on as well as racking me with guilt at the same time. Somehow I just knew he was watching me, and since he wasn't eighteen yet I thought of him being still more as a child than the nineteen year old stud standing next to me now. 

"This is so cool," is all he says as he starts sliding his shorts down his legs without any apparent embarrassment at letting me see his rigid organ sticking straight out towards me. 

How dare you do this to me I hear the voice whispering in my ears as my eyes and vagina quickly dismiss any such arguments about what he just did as being inappropriate. He's absolutely gorgeous too, and as try and keep my composure as his muscular toned teenage body nearly seduces me just with its youthful appearance alone, the truth is my gaze is locked solely on his five to six inch muscle of love. He's built just like his father too, and even though most of the sex videos on his computer usually have the male stars with nine or ten inch dicks, I know firsthand just how much better a cock his size is at pleasing me once we start getting into the heat of passion.

I know to most men a big dick certainly is one of the three wishes that they would no doubt ask of the Jeannie from the Aladdin's magical lamp, but before I met Jimmy I dated a guy whose cock was absolutely enormous. It had to be ten or eleven inches at least, and in the beginning that feeling of having him so deep inside me was just so incredible too, but it didn't take long before my princess started to suffer fatigue at trying to make him ejaculate. I was just so naive back then, and the reality was that he would cum when he wanted too, and as much as I let him pump me with his massive organ until he came, he always wanted more. Eventually it reached the point where he wanted to fuck me two or three times a day, and that's when I realized I just couldn't deal with it anymore. The cold hard truth is that a big dick is great for movie scenes, but in the real world they're all just armed and dangerous.

That's why once Jimmy and I started screwing on a regular basis; I soon found out that I could go hours with him without harming my princess. If I did start to get a little sore I'd just wrap my lips around his cock and soon developed that technique where I could literally go right down to his balls, and I still remember so vividly that first time he exploded deep down my throat and coated my esophagus with his thick hot steamy nectar. After that there was nothing I wouldn't try with him, and of course just like every other horny guy out there he eventually got to stick his prick up my ass too. Surprisingly it didn't hurt, and as I use to ride him sometimes the thought of that monster cock I use to fuck trying to gain access to my tiny puckered orifice always made me thank God I wasn't with him anymore.

"Isn't it," is all I say as I undo my top and let him see my tiny tits for the first time since he use to suckle from them as a baby.

The look on his face says all I need to know about how much he likes what he's seeing, and as I slowly slide my bikini bottoms down my legs, the thought that he might not be able to control himself suddenly enters my mind. For the last few years he's been simply calling me 'T' after that skinny girl in the T-Mobile commercials, and as much as I knew I shouldn't have been reacting the way I did, the truth was my panties always started to moisten when he did it. Of course that being coupled with the thought of him sitting at his computer jerking off to images of girls built just like me always rendered me helpless as my fingers brought me to my orgasm night after night. 

Instantly the feeling of his eyes locked on my bald princess sends a shiver throughout my entire body, and the thought of pushing him down and relieving his swollen balls of all their cream begins to be the voice I hear whispering in my ears now. I just don't think that it's possible that two aroused individuals could deny their urges when confronted with a situation like this, but I have to be strong, at least this time anyway. Maybe a handjob would be enough to satisfy both our urges right now, after all, there's plenty more where that came from if I weaken and decide I want more later on. 

This whole thing just seems so surreal too, and as we both stand here with our eyes feasting on each other's body, the sudden realization that he's just acting light years ahead of how a typical teenage boy should be acting in his place. But then again, how many young boys get to stand in front of their mother with their dick's sticking straight out. It just seems as though he's such a well-seasoned lover as he just stands there with his pectoral fin fully exposed to me without a hint of embarrassment either, and as my princess can't but extoll how composed he is to the rest of my body, I can already see myself riding him like the young stallion he is for hours at a time.

I remember a very steamy novel I read a few years ago that had a plot similar to what's happening between us now. It was about how a woman about my age suddenly found herself stranded on a deserted island with her teenage son, and as the months slowly began to pass, it became obvious to her that both of them were beginning to look at each other in ways other than how a mother and son are supposed to. Ever so gradually her son began to wear less and less clothing, and because of the few rag like pieces of his clothing that still were somewhat decent, they both decided it best if he saved them for the time when they would hopefully be rescued. God forbid if the rescuers discovered him naked with his mother was the fear that eventually allowed her to give him permission to be totally nude in front of her.

Of course the price she paid for this little indiscretion was having to look at his erect penis every time they were together. I've seen those ads about how guys are supposed to call their doctors if they get an erection lasting more than four hours, but I seriously doubt most teenage boys would suffer any ill affects if their dick's were stiff that long. And as it turned out, the unrelenting assault on her of being that close to such a forbidden temptation slowly started to make her give into urges that just simply couldn't be denied any longer. 

I just think that it's part of our human DNA that when we get this aroused something just has to give way one way or the other, and just like the mother in the novel who finally had to wrap her lips around her son's erect organ and drain him of all his salty juices, I'm finding that very same urges building inside me to the point where I don't know how long I'll be able control myself. It's one thing to lick his cum out of the towel he leaves for me, but quite another to work my mouth and hand together and feel his body beginning to quiver as he's about to explode down my throat. The fact is I love sucking cock, and now that Ryan's old enough now so no laws are being broken, why shouldn't I indulge myself is the message that keeps repeating over and over again in my head.  

"Can I oil you," I hear his voice breaking me out of the internal struggle raging inside that clearly has me wanting to get on my knees and suck him in a way that he'll never forget.

"Sure," is all I can muster as my intellect and princess are battling over the right and wrong of what he and I are doing together now? 

I can't believe how poised he is as he so casually pours some of the lotion in his hands and is now staring into my eyes as if trying to read my mind, and as I feel my heart about to burst because of the strain I'm under now, the feeling of his fingers ever so gently pinching my nipples nearly buckles my legs. How can he be so bold for being so young I hear the words echoing in my head as I'm stunned with how quickly he's moving to seduce me? I know I should be fighting his advances too, but the excitement that is building between my legs has virtually shut down my ability to resist what he's doing to me now. It's been so long since my tiny tits have been treated to such a treat, and as he just keeps squeezing me a little tighter, the thought of dropping to my knees and taking him in my mouth is starting take root in a way that I know I'll be unable to fend off for much longer.

How can this be happening to me? I know what most people would say about what I'm allowing Ryan to do to me, but as my body is feeling pleasures that it hasn't felt in so long, the idea that what we're doing together is wrong just isn't resonating inside me at all. In fact, all I can think of now is this is exactly what would have happened if we had been stranded on an Island like the mother and son in the novel. And I bet every woman who read that book who has a teenage son probably at some point while reading it imagined taking her son as her lover as well. The obvious benefits are just so tempting too, but of course the risk of getting caught would preempt such a forbidden fantasy from ever occurring, in most cases anyway. 

I'll be honest about the fact that I've thought about going out and finding a lover to satisfy my ravenous desires lately, but the thought of having to go through the rigors of first getting to know him and his family and friends as the price I would have to pay to be pleasured just isn't what I want in my life now. As cold as it may sound, all I want is someone who will satisfy me whenever I want it with no strings attached, and as my mind and vagina are both starting to get in sync about what it is that I'm seeking in a lover, the sudden thought of that mother on the Island finally surrendering to inevitable conclusion that taking her son as her lover was the right thing to do at that very moment in her life. She needed him, and he needed her as well, in a way it was the only rational solution to the tensions that were building within her.  

I wonder though what will happen when I start draining his balls of all his cream on a regular basis, it's one thing if a girl his own age is doing it to him, but I'm his mother for Christ's sake, and what will he think about me when I start going into his room in the middle of the night because I woke up horny and want to be satisfied? Will he think I'm so promiscuous that I would be capable of going out to bars and letting every guy take turns with me in the backseat of my car? Somehow I just know he wouldn't think of me in that way, and as I feel my body weakening under the unbearable strain it's being subjected too, I sense a calmness overtaking me as I finally accept that at this very moment in my life, taking my own son as my lover is the right thing for me to do too. 

"I thought you were going to start with my back first," I say as I reach out and wrap my hand around his cock.

Oh God this feels so good, and to think that it's been almost six years since I've caressed such a gorgeous creature makes me almost want to cry. I don't know why it is that my sex drive is so high, but the images going through my head now of all the different ways I'm goanna use this rock hard teenage cock has my head spinning. If he's like his father was at this age he'll be good for at least three or four pops a day without a problem, and I'm sure because of how I'll drain his balls in so many different ways, the chances that he might want to go out and screw some skinny classmate will be minimal. Keep him satisfied at home, and he'll always keep coming back to Mommy's home cooked meals is the thought that I'm having now.

But the truth is I do have competition, and the fact he's just so adept at handling himself with me certainly suggests his cock has had an education way beyond what that sweet young girl he dated last year was capable of teaching him. No, it wasn't Janey that has given him this very bold and assertive manner in which he's so thoroughly taken control over me, but I have a pretty good idea who it is. And the fact it's my best friend doesn't surprise me either, in a way, I think I've suspected it for a while now. 

"Eric asked if we were coming over tonight," I hear him ask me as my thighs instantly start to spasm at the mere mentioning of his best friend's name. 

Of course he did I hear the words whispering in my ears, and I'm sure his slut mother no doubt wants us there too. I remember when they moved next door how excited I was at having someone Ryan's age available for him to be friends with, and even more surprisingly was the fact that his mother and I hit it off so well too. I think that's just a fluke of luck that it did occur too, and luckily for me as Jimmy's conditioned worsened, she was there in ways that I think have brought us so close that now we're almost inseparable.

To hell with it, why fight it anymore I hear the voice echoing in my head as I suddenly find myself kneeling down with this gorgeous cock still in my hand and only inches away from my mouth. It's just been too long since I've been in this position, and to think of all the times Jimmy's cock filled my mouth with his cream in nearly this identical situation almost wants to make me cry. But tears aren't what I want now, and neither is pretense either, why pretend anymore about what it is we both want from each other.  

"Do you want fellatio," I say teasing him as my tongue licks the pre-cum out of the slit on the head of his cock. 

The puzzled look on his face tells me he doesn't know what fellatio means, and there's a part of me that wants to burst out laughing too. But I'm just too horny now, and the thought of having my cheeks filled with his semen is all I care about now. To think that I won't have to sneak into his room like a thief and lick it out of the towel anymore just has my heart rejoicing with joy, and of course my mouth and tongue as well. 

"C'mon baby, you know what I want," he replies totally shocking me with how he's managed to take complete control over me in such a short amount of time. 

                * 

I've had my suspicions for quite some time now about Katie and Eric, but last Saturday night when they both excused themselves for about 15 minutes I just knew my intuition about them was right on. The fact Eric's swimming trunks were bulging from his erection certainly made it so obvious too. But the truth is that ever since Katie and I have gotten close, she's revealed little tidbits here and there about just what turns her on sexually. I remember how she and I watched a movie called Taboo together, and the scene where the mother walks by her son's bedroom and notices him lying naked on his bed was all she could talk about for weeks afterwards. Of course the fact that we both watched as the supposed mother went in and gave her son a blowjob wasn't lost on either one of us.


Are We Prostituting Ourselves?



I guess once she realized by my silence that I actually was turned on as much as she was certainly allowed her a freedom where that fear of judgment from me just wasn't evident. For years now I've thought of her as Gwyneth Paltrow with big tits, and the obviously flagrant manner in which she always seemed to wear the most revealing outfits in front of Eric and Ryan certainly just confirms my theory that she gets off on teasing her own son, and also mine as well. But I just never dreamed she could actually take that jump from teasing to actually fucking him too, and just the way Ryan handled himself this afternoon makes me believe she's taken him as her lover too.

To say I was flabbergasted at how he held my head as I bobbed up and down his cock just totally floored me, he's only nineteen, and yet he handled me just like his father did with years of my mouth riding up and down his cock. It just turned me on so much how he pushed me so my mouth went right down to his balls, and when he was about to ejaculate he actually asked me if I wanted it in my mouth or on my face. This time anyway it shot down my throat as he pumped me like we've been doing this for years now, and as I felt the hot goo sliding down my throat, I suddenly realized that the reason it just seemed so comfortable with him was because of the complete absence of awkwardness that no doubt would be present if he were some guy I just met on Match.com. I guess it's because we know each other on so many other levels is probably why I felt so at ease with him, and no doubt he feels the same with me as well. 

I know this doesn't make any sense, but there's just something about the chemistry that already exists between us that just made it all the more satisfying too. That fear of getting a disease or being harmed was totally eliminated, and just the very nature of sucking my own son's cock elevated the excitement to a level that I've never experienced before. I wonder how many other mothers have taken advantage of such a wonderful alternative to dating, not many I'm sure,   but beside the very obvious risk of getting caught, the thrill factor alone for doing something so naughty is just off the charts.

This certainly is going to be an interesting transition for me and him, and I'll just have to incorporate this part of my life in with all the other things Ryan and I do together. Although I have a feeling that all those other mother's out there that I use to share little league and Babe Ruth games with would be shocked at what else I've added to my resume. But I know for certain that some of those straight laced sluts are just as warped as I am, and it wouldn't surprise me one bit if a few of them were actually sucking their son's dick like I did a few hours ago. But then again, who knows what goes on behind those seemingly benign suburban doors, I use to think I did, but now I'm not so sure anymore. 

"Can you believe how fast they've grown up," I hear Katie ask me as she hands me my second glass of wine.

She's right though, it only seems like yesterday that we sitting here watching them playing in the pool, and here it is ten years later and I can hardly believe what my eyes are revealing to me. They're both absolutely gorgeous too, and between their handsome good looks and fat free toned teenage bodies, I'd swear that I'm looking at a commercial for Calvin Klein jeans. Of course all they need now is a few young girls frolicking in the pool with them to make it really seem authentic, but somehow I think the only girls that will be frolicking with them tonight is going to me and Katie. 

"You guys ready," Katie yells out to them as she and I lock our eyes together as though we both know something wonderful is about to happen.

This feeling I'm having now is just so Déjà vu as to what happened last Saturday night, and as I bring the glass of wine to my lips to bolster my courage, the sight of Eric and Ryan walking towards me totally nude with their penis's fully erect nearly makes me drop the glass into my lap. In all the years that I've been sexually active I can't think of a single moment that can compare to what I'm looking at now, and even as they so casually stroll so innocently like when they were nine or ten, it's the allure of what's sticking out between their legs that truly separates them from being considered children anymore.

At least last week they still had their swimming trunks on even as their pricks begged to be released from the forced confinement they were under, but not tonight, and I have a feeling Ryan squealed about what I did to him behind the garage this afternoon. Does it really matter anyway; the truth is I think we're all destined to do things together that will make my giving him a blowjob pale in comparison. It's just so obvious how comfortable they are in front of me too, and as I watch disbelievingly as Katie takes off her top and slides her legs out of the bikini bottoms, it feels almost like I'm watching an erotic movie about to get to the juicy parts.

"Towel yourselves off," I hear Katie say as she hands both of them towels to dry themselves.

It's as though I'm a spectator now as my eyes watch in disbelief as they so calmly wipe the last drops of water off their magnificently toned young bodies. Never again will I be able to look at them the same after tonight, and even though I was with Ryan just a short time ago, the sight of both of them standing there exuding their manhood so proudly makes me realize exactly what is in store for me tonight. I can tell by the way their eyes are looking at me that they want to take me right now, and as I feel my fingers undoing my top, the thought of whether I want to take both of them together is what I'm thinking as my legs slide from out of my bikini bottoms.

Isn't it every woman's most secret desire to be taken by two lovers at the same time, and even though I've gotten myself off to scenes of an actress draining her partners one after the other of all their cream, it was always the lack of passion that seemed to rob me of completely enjoying it too. There's just such a fundamental difference between making love and merely fucking to get off that every woman instinctively knows, and just because both Ryan and Eric are still so very young, I think there's definitely the possibility that this could actually turnout to be my most spectacular sexual experience I'll ever have. 

"One or two," Katie says to me as if reading my mind as I feel as though everything is happening in slow-motion now.  

Of course she knows full well what I'm going to say, and even though a part of me should be angry at her for teaching Ryan things that make him years ahead of his peers, the truth is I want to be with both of them at the same time. I doubt I'm ready to handle being penetrated by both of them at once, but the thought of my pussy and rectum being pumped simultaneously by these two young Olympians will have to wait for another time. But I suspect they've had plenty of practice honing their skills with Katie that will ease my fear of having both of them deep inside me at the same time. 

"She's definitely a two girl if I ever saw one," Eric says as he comes over and just stands next to me proudly exposing his rock hard organ to me. 

Is this really happening to me? Could it be merely a sultry dream that I'll wake from and have to get myself off as my tears try and console me? The feeling of my nipples being rolled by my own fingers assures me that I'm not at home in my bed dreaming all of this, and the sight of Katie and Ryan opening the futon only reinforces to my consciousness that something wonderful is about to begin. For weeks now I've wondered why Katie would bring such a piece of furniture like that near the pool, and as I watch the white sheets being laid down with the expectations that something extraordinary is about to happen, the sensation of my hand being gently held as I'm being lifted up almost makes me feel like this all just a wonderful dream after all.

"It's OK Claudia, we'll be gentle," Eric says to me in a way how a lover is supposed to speak to his most precious sweetheart.

Can this really be happening to me? Please God don't punish me anymore by taking this moment away from me. I know what everyone else would say about what I'm about to do, but it's not what you think it is. The fact that I can already tell by the way Eric's hand is so gently holding mine that he's been taught how to love a woman in a way that's both erotic and yet tender as well. Of all the scenes I've seen on Ryan's computer there were only a handful that could be considered truly sensuous, and all the rest were merely of young girls being violated by their partners with so little thought to what it was they were supposed to be actually portraying.

I remember how worried I was in the beginning when I started watching some of his forbidden art, and as my concerns about some of the girls being much younger than eighteen started to bother me, I suddenly realized that the fact they're slits were all clean shaven literally took years off how old that they really were. Personally, I think it's all about what middle aged men really want in their own life that they'll never have is why jailbait pussy is so alluring. It's no secret either, and I'm sure many a wife of a highly paid executive screens her young maids so her husband will constantly be satisfied with all that young pussy too, while the poor middle class guys have to resort to jerking off to scenes of skinny girl next door types sucking their dick. 

But Katie and I certainly can attest to the fact that having our pussy's hairless makes us look a lot younger than what the date on our driver's license says. And when I saw Ryan this afternoon for the first time with no pubic hair either, all I could think of was how innocent it made him appear. Of course once I started sucking his cock that illusion started to evaporate as I heard his low moans of pleasure at what my mouth and tongue were doing to him, and as that hot sticky cream started to shoot down my throat, the notion of him being anything other than the one who would bring to exquisite orgasms immediately vanished.

"It's Ryan," is all I can say as Eric helps me on to the futon where my baby is waiting for me with his organ patiently watching as I slowly begin to inch my way up his body with my princess in near hysterics about what is about to happe to me.  

"It's goanna be fine," I hear the voice telling me as I'm not sure now whether it's just in my head or actually a real voice I just heard.

"I'm afraid," is all I can utter as I feel Ryan's manhood sliding against my princess as I finally get to the position where our bodies will finally become one.

"Look at me Claudia," I hears the words coming out my baby's mouth as his hand gently strokes the side of my face.

In a way I really like the fact that both boys are calling me by my first name, and this afternoon when Ryan called me baby I was both turned on, and yet worried that he would treat me like the girls in the videos on his computer. No woman wants to be degraded when they're this vulnerable, and even though there's a fine line between making love and fucking, as long as I know he still respects me, I'll show him a side of me that will drain his balls as often as he wants me too. But I have to feel loved; otherwise, I simply won't be able to summon up the desire to ever try this again. 

"Do you love me," I whisper in his ear as my hand guides his throbbing member towards the juicy lips of my princess.

It's just been too long since I've felt my pussy getting ready to welcome the muscle of love, and as I feel his head gently probing my princess for access to my well lubed tunnel, the feeling of his hands gently opening my ass like his father use to is the sign I need to let him start to slowly slide inside me. I wonder how many other young boys wish their mother's would do what I'm doing now, and as I feel him filling me in a way that I haven't felt in what seems like eons, that old familiar feeling of my pussy gorging itself inch by inch down the length of his cock has me reeling because of who it is that is inside burrowing ever deeper inside me. 

"Of course I love you, and I always will," I hear the words instantly bringing tears to my eyes as my hips instinctively react both to the words he just said as well my princess's demand that she finally be freed from of the agony that she's endured for so long now.

How can it be that this just feels so right when so many would argue against it? Oh God does this feel good, and as I'm slowly starting to let my hips dictate what's going to happen next, the sudden fear that I'm not tight enough for him threatens to derail this sensuous journey that we've both just begun together. Men just can't comprehend how this issue of how tight we squeeze them with the muscles of our vagina's affects us, and as if needing constant reassurance like a needy child, the sounds of pleasures from our lover's as we tighten our grip on them has to be constantly expressed to us or we may lose our confidence. I know there's nothing as tight as a young girl's pussy, but when you hit forty, all kinds of other vulnerabilities start to emerge as you struggle with the inevitability of the aging process.

"Am I tight enough for you," I sheepishly whisper to him as my heart starts to pound in my chest uncontrollably as my ears strain to hear those words that will unleash a side of me that he has no comprehension yet of what I'm capable of doing to him when I'm this turned on. 

There's a part of me that is terrified about what will happen if he does tell me what I'm yearning to hear from his lips, and as much as I know that seems like such a contradiction, the reality is that he'll see me in a way that will make his naughty movies seem tame in comparison. It's just been to long since I've had a dick sliding in and out of me, and the fact there are two at my disposal now will only make my insatiable thirst twice as strong. I know full well that he's not only opened Pandora's Box, but he's fucking it too. 

Please say how tight I am and I'll do things to you that even Katie hasn't done yet, and as I wait and see if I'm going to become the lover that he's dreamt about since puberty, the sensation of a finger rubbing my ass-hole is clearly making me want to become the whore I was when I was with his father. No inhibitions of any kind was how I use to make love to Jimmy, and now as my ass is being toyed with as my pussy is swallowing him stroke after stroke, the need to hear him utter those magical words for myself is the only thing that matters to me now.

"You have the body of and angel, but it's this wickedly tight pussy of yours that's killing me now," he says as he brings his mouth up to mine.

Am I really French kissing my own son, and as our tongues dance together like serpents in an orgasmic frenzy, the realization that it's not his finger that is probing my anus sends a shudder of delight through me that threatens to push me ever further past boundaries that even I ever imagined I'd be approaching one day. I think every woman at one point or another has wondered what it would be like to be with two lovers, but I doubt many ever considered taking their son as well as his best friend too. Of course Katie the slut has been doing it for a while now, and I have to hand it to her how well she's trained them too. 

"Personally, I've always wanted to get in this tight little ass of yours," I hear the very familiar voice of the one whose finger just keeps escalating desires within me that I now know cannot be contained for much longer. 

For years now I've known of all his sneaking to get a peek of my ass whenever he could, and as much as I would never have done with Ryan what I did with him, I always made sure when he was around that I'd bend over in my skintight sweatpants giving him the view he probably jerked off to later that night. The fact he wasn't my son freed me of the moral predicament of teasing him while he was still so young, and as long as Ryan wasn't home while I indulged myself with such a lascivious treat, I doubted Eric would squeal on me for fear of losing access to his very own naughty model.  

Boys will be boys is the cliché that every girl has heard by the time they're fifteen, but at that age they don't have a clue as to what it really means. But every mother of a teenage boy knows full well the true meaning behind what it really stands for, and cum soaked towels and tissues are the giveaway to what is going on behind their bedroom doors night after night. Of course times have changed with computers at their disposal now, but I remember sneaking my brother's dirty magazines out from under his mattress and counting how many pages were stuck together. It's just Mother Nature telling them to do what they are supposed to do at that age, and if you're a horny mother who hasn't been getting any lately, living under the same roof with such a temptation can be very trying. 

"You'll get your turn," is all I can say as Ryan starts pumping me in a way that tells me he's getting close to ejaculating. 

It's just so obvious to me how unique their chemistry is as they both so easily deal with a situation like this that most adult men just could never handle, and as I feel my princess being impaled for the first time in so many years, it's the finger that is slipping in and out of my rectum now that is filling my head with images of having both of them inside me at the same time. I've seen so many scenes where some lucky girl had both her holes being filled with cum to make me curios as to what it would feel like to actually have it happen to me, and since their cock's aren't grotesquely large like in some of the videos, I have a feeling I'll be able to do it quite easily without hurting myself in the process.

"You wouldn't believe how tight this bitch is," Ryan moans both shocking and exciting me because he called me a bitch. 

I just knew that it was inevitable that we'd both be forced to abandon the politeness of language that a mother and her son usually adhere too, but let's face it, the feeling of his dick pumping me a hundred miles an hour as his best friend's finger is reaming my ass-hole has totally obliterated that bridge that once separated us from acting out desires that every other couple do when they're screwing each other's brains out. My only fear now is what will happen to us after tonight, and as hard I try and focus on that fear, the sensation of that thin membrane separating both my naughty holes being subjected to pressures it's never felt before is threatening to make me come unglued. If having both of them inside me is always going to feel like this, then monogamy clearly isn't going to work for me anymore.

"You wanna know a secret," I moan uncontrollably as they both work on me as though they've done this a hundred times before, "every time you jerked off in that towel for the last few months, I've snuck in your room and licked every drop of your cum out of it."

Oh God it's too just late to hold back now, and as I know there's no way Ryan keep fucking me like this much longer without filling me with his cream, the thought that I've already exposed myself to possible embarrassment because of what I just admitted to him just doesn't matter anymore. How can it, after all, in one day now I've sucked his dick and he's on the verge of filling my pussy with his semen. I seriously doubt many mothers can say that, of course that whore sitting over there fingering herself watching me getting fucked is probably the one exception. 

"Wanna know a secret you skinny slut, some days we both filled that towel for you," Eric whispers in my ear as the thought of both of them with their thick white nectar shooting into the towel just ads to the misery I'm feeling now as my body just seems to be sustaining shock after shock of ever more stimulation.




Are We Prostituting Ourselves?



There's been a few times where I just couldn't believe how much semen was waiting for me, and even though I knew Eric was there, it was just inconceivable to me that two teenage boys would actually masturbate together like these two clearly have done. Clearly there's just no sense of modesty that exists between them, and the thought of exploring that fact to its ultimate limits is what I'm thinking now. Isn't this really every woman's secret desire, and if it isn't, it certainly should be.  

"I can't hold out any longer," Ryan moans as he buries himself all the way inside me so his stinger can fill me with its venom. 

It's absolutely incredible the look on his face as he filling me with his seed now, and to think that some would condemn us for what we just did together, they should be here for themselves witnessing what I can only describe as the almost angelic appearance of a creature enjoying pleasure in a way God intended it to be. There's just not even a hint of immoral guilt being displayed in any way, and the fact that I'm his mother and witnessing such a scene just makes it all the pleasing to me too. What woman wouldn't want her child to feel such bliss, we all do of course, but I'm lucky enough to be one of the few who's actually seeing it for myself.  

As much as I could have been able to rationalize away sucking his cock this afternoon, the knowledge that he's filling me with his cum makes it impossible now for me not to be fully vested with not only him, but Eric and his mother as well. No need to sign a contract either, just a shot of semen in my pussy and I'm a member for life now. I wonder how many other mothers have fallen prey to their own forbidden desires about their own son like I have; Katie and I certainly can't be the only ones either, I'm absolutely sure of that. 

"I'm goanna cum too," I hear Eric moan as I turn my head and watch as he slides his hand up and down his cock as he readies himself to explode.

"In my mouth baby," I barely say in time as his first jet of semen hits me squarely in the face as my mouth opens and takes him inside me as he continues to pump all his delicious nectar down my throat.

Two dicks in one day, I wonder, does that officially make me a slut now? The look on Ryan's face now as I work my magic on his best friend's cock is one that I'm just going to have to get used to if I'm goanna do this on a regular basis now. I guess there's still a part of me that thinks that having only one partner is how sex should be enjoyed, and as my mouth and tongue drain another boy's dick right in front of him, I wonder what exactly is going through his head now. Is he jealous, or does this excite him to see his own mother so utterly compromised like this now.

"I told you how good she is at sucking dick," he says as if reading my mind about what I was just thinking. 

Ever so gently Eric helps me up as my body is still reeling from what it just went through, and as I walk towards Katie with my legs feeling as if they are made of rubber, the sound of both boys jumping into the pool like they use too when they were much younger just makes what happened all the more unbelievable. If I'm dreaming then at least I enjoyed myself, but this is no dream, and the cum dripping out of my mouth and pussy merely confirms it too. 

"You better sit down and relax before they come back for more," Katie says as she hands me my glass of wine.

"There's more," I say incredulously. 

"You have no inkling what's in store for you tonight," she says as I flop down next to her.

"My God," is all I can think to say as we both watch them so innocently throwing a Frisbee back and forth to each other as though what they just did to me hadn't even occurred. 

             * 

What time is it I say to myself as I roll over and open my eyes and focus on the clock next to me, it just can't be 10:33, and as my mind begins to play back images of what went on last night, the realization that I'm completely naked in my own bed stuns me. I haven't slept in the nude since Jimmy died, and as I peel back the sheet and look at myself, the unmistakable signs of dried semen are virtually everywhere. My God I say to myself, and as I lift my hand and attempt to run it through my hair, the matted mess tells me that they even shot it in my hair too. 

When Katie said they would come back for more I just thought she was goofing on me, but when they came back again and again from frolicking so innocently after ravaging me each time, I just knew that I'd stumbled onto something unbelievable, and the fact I was the sole focus of their attention just made it all the more pleasurable too. I guess that was my initiation into their club, and as I now marvel at the evidence of just how virile they are, the thought that this is now going to be a regular part of my life is already making me giddy.

How many women out there can say that in one night they had virtually every orifice of their body filled with semen? I still remember so vividly how frightened I was when it dawned on me why Ryan was lubing my ass as I was riding Eric, and when he pushed me down and I felt his cock slipping inside me, that thought of utter decadence filled my head as I was fucked in a way only girls who do it for a living are supposed to screw that way. Monogamy in our culture just won't allow something like what happened to me last night to occur, but it did, and one of the one's responsible for it was my own son.  

Time to get up and get going is all I can think to do now, and as I glance in the full length mirror at the evidence of the debauchery I so enjoyed last night, the thought that I'm finally going to have passion back in my life seems almost like a wish come true. Granted I didn't expect it to be so close to home, but to put it crudely, Ryan burst my cherry as far as incestuous fun is concerned, and we all know that once you've had a taste of that carnal side of life, there's just no way that you can ever live without it again.

But time to take a shower and wash away Mother Nature's paste of love that is all over me, and as I'm remembering more and more of what went on with those two fucking machines, I still can't get past how comfortable they are with their own sexuality. There's just no way Jimmy could ever have watched me sucking another guys dick, and that was tame considering how one would fuck me and then the other got sloppy seconds without even hesitating at sticking his dick in me knowing my pussy was full of the other's cum. Ryan and Eric certainly are unique, and so is Katie too, and I have a feeling before all is said and done, she and I will be lapping each other's pussy's after they've been filled with semen.

"Good morning," is all I can think to say as I feel totally embarrassed for him seeing me in the light of day covered in his dried semen.

That's what I get for not having gotten up earlier, and as I see his eyes taking in every inch of me that this tiny robe isn't concealing from him, that fear that our relationship has been altered in a way that we might lose that special bond we have for each other is what's going through my head now. I know it's going to hard to separate but I still want us to get along just like we were before last night happened. Perhaps I'm being naive about it, but if I have to give up the sex to maintain our special bond, then I'll do it. 

"Geez T, you look like you've been hit by a yogurt truck," he says with a big grin as he comes over and hugs me like he always does before he goes out for the day.

Thank you God is all I can think as I feel his embrace just like it's always been since Jimmy died. He's the man of the house now his father told him that last time I brought him to the hospital, and since then he's hugged me this same way before he's left for school or just like he's doing now before he goes out for the day. I half feared he was going to try and stick his tongue in my mouth, but evidently he's mastering the technique that Eric seems to have done with his mother as well.

"Well, at least I know who was driving it," is all I can say as I realize that we are indeed going to be able to keep the two worlds separated that we inhabit now.  

"Later," is all he says making me smile at how he uses such a dated expression that his father always used too. 

              *  

"Are they on Viagra," I ask Katie as I watch both of them jumping back into the pool? 

It just doesn't seem possible that they could take turns fucking us as though we were rags dolls without ejaculating, and as she and I look at each other totally bewildered by what just happened, the thought that they might have found some young pussy to fuck besides ours crosses my mind, but I know they wouldn't do that to us. We're their mother's for God's sake, and they know full well just how precarious a situation we've put ourselves in by being their lovers.

"This has never happened before," she replies as both of us realize that they've managed to somehow control themselves from cumming inside us.

Somehow the balance has shifted away from our being able to make them shoot when we want them too, and even as my tongue intertwined with Ryan's, he still was able to fend off my advances to make him cum. But this happened with Jimmy too, and I just had to make adjustments to get him back in line. The question is what do you do to a nineteen year old that is pumping you like crazy and doesn't ejaculate, that's the question I'm sure Katie is asking herself now just like I am. 

"You have any ideas," I ask her as I know it won't be long until they come back for more.

"I know what it is that's giving them the ability to resist us, we've turned into the girls that they use to jerk off to before we let them take us," she says totally blowing my mind with how quickly she grasped what was happening between us.

She's right though, and I'm shocked that I didn't see it either, we've been their whores and now they're treating us like them too. Somehow they've managed to detach themselves away from us, but two can play that game, and as soon as they come back for more, Mommy will be waiting for them. Then we'll see how long their dicks' will last before that start squirting all that delicious cream all over us.

"I guess it's time to be Mommy," I say as we watch them playing and thinking they've mastered us in a way only the most seasoned of lovers can do. 

I have to admit that I've so thoroughly enjoyed being a slut for the last few months, and for a woman to be able to act in ways that normally she could never dare approach because of fear of being labeled promiscuous has been such a thrill that I'm truly sorry for all those frustrated housewives out there who have no clue what they're missing. But we've strayed away from what it is that makes it so special, and as I watch them walking towards us fully expecting to fuck us like they did a few minutes ago, they have no idea what's waiting for them this time around.

"C'mon girls, we want some more pussy," Ryan says in a way that makes me want to slap him for how he's treating us.

As I climb on top of Ryan and let him bottom out inside me, I realize it's probably going to be more difficult than I anticipated maintaining my composure as he's fucking me. But if I don't do it now, I'll never be able to resist the temptation to simply go along with him and let him screw me until he finally does cum. Of course that is if he does cum this time around, and now or never is the message that I hear whispering in my ears. 

"Did you hear about the sale at Macy's," I ask Katie hoping she knows what I'm up to now. 

The look on Ryan's face says all I need to know about whether or not he got the message, and as his fingers roll my nipples hoping to lure me back to being his slut, surprisingly, I'm gaining strength knowing that now it's my turn to play with him. Boys will be boys is the old saying, and take away their pussy they'll crumble in no time. That's my plan anyway, and whether or not it succeeds is going to depend how long Katie and I can go with getting fucked while we try and act as though it's not affecting us.

"Maybe we should go now and see what's left before it all disappears," she replies flooring me with how she's managed to tap into exactly where I want us to go with our threatening to take away their fun.

"Hey, what's going on," Eric says clearly with panic evident in his voice.

Now you get it don't you, and with your dick telling your brain to do whatever it takes so that nice juicy pussy that's squeezing you it isn't taken away because you're an idiot, I guess we'll have to see what comes out of their mouths now. Kudos to Katie for being so quick to decapitate their little game of fucking us without filling us with their cream, and maybe a few days to a week of no nookie will have to added if they don't respond the way they should. 

"We want cream in our doughnuts every time you slide inside us, understood," I say in such a way that they know we're not fooling around.

"No cream no pussy," Katie quickly adds. 

"All right all right you win," Ryan says to me in the kind of voice that I know he understands what we were getting at.  

"OK, but I want cream and I want it now," I say as my hips start getting into the rhythm that normally would make him want to fuck me until he pops.

"I'm sorry," he whispers in my ear as his mouth then tries to lock onto mine so our tongues can enjoy the magic both of us love so much.

I know it wasn't his idea but he went along with it anyway, but we've straightened it out so it'll never happen again. Katie and I came to an agreement that we'd leave the boys alone a few days before the weekend, but last night for some reason I just needed him, and for almost an hour we made love the way his father and I use too. I'm not saying that's why he couldn't cum the first time because of either, but I just didn't like the way he and Eric were treating us and it had to be dealt with before it became a habit for them when they are together.

"It's OK baby, I know it wasn't your idea," I whisper to him as our mouths lock as he begins to take long deep strokes in and out of me that I know will have him cumming in no time.  

               *

Be careful what you wish for is the cliché that's going through my head now, and as I watch both Ryan and Eric systemically do to another of my gender what they've been doing to me for the last five weeks now seems almost unbelievable. They're like machines, and if it weren't for that salty cocktail shooting out of them after they've finished, I'd swear machine would be the appropriate word to describe just how efficient they've both become in the art of making love.

The fact that they're only nineteen and have skills that men many decades older than them still lack just seems so implausible, and yet, somehow or other they've acquired this ability to reduce both me and Katie to shivering wrecks after they're done with us. At first I thought it was Katie who nurtured them in the art of love, but after that first night where both of them ravaged me again and again, I soon found out that she was the driving force for recruiting me as another slut for them to ravage.

She admitted to me that she seduced Eric, but when he suggested Ryan join them as well, it just seemed like a fantasy come true for her. But trying to keep two teenage boys with sex drives that just seemed never to be satisfied turned out to be much more challenging that she anticipated. It's every woman's dream to be with a lover who is very virile, but what happens when you multiply that times two. To say the least she was overwhelmed as they wanted ever more out of her, and the thought of bringing me in to the club was just her way of finding relief.

Don't get me wrong either, I love what they do to me, and one on one with Ryan has been a Godsend for me too, but when both of them are together they're absolutely insatiable. There's just nothing that seems to slow them down either, and for the briefest of time we thought that they may somehow gained access to Viagra, but we ruled that out after searching both their rooms' thoroughly. I guess it's just when they are together that something happens to them brings out this ability to fuck for hours without stopping, except of course to ejaculate.

The other odd aspect about all of this is how Katie and I now lap each other's pussy after they've cum inside us, for them it was a game to see which one of their sluts was going to eat the most cream pies, and when Eric filled her that first time as Ryan was still furiously pumping me, that urge to lock my mouth on her flower was just so irresistible too. I know being susceptible the way I was because of having a dick sliding in and out of me was a part of it, but those tastes and smells that were so utterly foreign to me at first just seemed so alluring, and of course locking my lips on her tiny bud and giving her an orgasm that only another woman knows how to do was just so very gratifying for me too.

In the back of my mind I've always wondered what it would be like to be with another woman, after all, beside your own finger, the only other one out there capable of really getting you off is another woman's tongue. Of course I wasn't naive to the fact that once Ryan and Eric started taking turns with me and Katie that it wouldn't be long before the boys would want us to start indulging in pleasures with each other. I just knew it was bound to happen too, and so did Katie.

There's just something about having your body pushed sexually beyond its limits that makes you susceptible to behavior that you normally would never ever contemplate. For me, the thought of putting my mouth on another woman's vagina just really never resonated with anything inside me, and yet, it didn't gross me out either. I guess it depends on who's it is that plays a major role in whether or not you decide to do it, and just like with who's dick I suck if I so choose, eating pussy is ultimately my choice too.

I still remember that look of shock on her face when I put my lips on her flower for the first time, and even though Eric had just screwed her brains out for twenty minutes, the idea that I would lap her while his semen was still leaking out of her seemed just so unbelievable. The fact I've only recently been starting to see this phenomenon in some of the more refined sex sites that Ryan is allowed to subscribe to now with my blessing played a role in easing me towards the notion of feasting on a pussy filled with the nectar of love. But it's been obvious to me for some time now that the movies he picks for us to watch while we are enjoying each other always has another woman in it, and of course the cream pie scene is always an integral part of it too.

I have to be completely honest and admit that I was very much taken with the whole experience, but the fact Ryan was sliding in and out of me as I made my first visit to the another woman's slit certainly made it much easier for me to accept. It was just so incredible how my senses were bombarded with tastes and smells that quite frankly I didn't anticipate, and between lapping every morsel of cream that oozed out of her as she moaned and squealed because of what I was doing to her, I sensed a door had been opened that she and I were going to be voluntarily walking through together on a regular basis after that first time.

Of course now it's just unthinkable to both of us to let a drop of that very precious elixir to go to waste, and the boys certainly love watching us doing it too. But I've been doing some thinking lately, and the thought of making them lick their own semen out of us is an idea that I'm finding absolutely irresistible. The fact they can so easily slide into us after the other one ejaculated deep inside us tells me they're not homophobic either, and I have a feeling Katie might be receptive to this idea as well. After all, if it's OK for us to lap each other's pussy's filled with their cum, then why shouldn't they expect for us to want to see the same of them.




Are We Prostituting Ourselves?



"Can you believe what they're doing to her," Katie asks as I can only marvel at how well Lauren seems to be able to match both of them so well as this is the third time tonight that they've taken her. 

"I always wondered about her," is all I reply as I watch in near disbelief as both boys are now buried deep inside both her pussy and ass-hole as well.

Balls deep is the expression I believe that describes what I'm looking at now, and having both organs simultaneously buried so deeply at the same time is an experience that every girl over the age of eighteen should have happen to them at least once in their life. There's just no denying that for me it is thrill that few can match, and now that Katie and I makes sure we rub each other's clit as we're being impaled, the resulting orgasms are absolutely unworldly. Of course the double dose of cream being shot inside us is the prize that awaits either her mouth or mine, and even the anal juice doesn't go to waste either.

"Me too," Katie replies.  

Lauren is kind of an enigma as far as I'm concerned; she's been the manager at Barnes and Noble in the Mall forever, and she has that typical mousey librarian look to her too. Tall and thin and always with the skirt down to her knees just seems to be her signature, but there's just something about her that always made me think that there is a raging furnace burning deep inside her waiting to erupt under the right circumstances. I guess that's what I'm looking now; and my intuition about her was just so right on too.

I always knew that something happened between her and Jimmy when they were kids, and now that my radar is so attuned to such issues it's fairly easily for me now to be able to detect if there was indeed any hanky panky that went on between them. The fact Jimmy's favorite fantasy when we use to make love behind the garage was of us sixty-nineing and having her discover us doing it. I remember we were out one time and he was pretty loaded and I asked him about it, just as he started to tell me a friend of ours came over and interrupted him and that was the last time he'd ever approach it.

It's just so hard to believe how well she masks herself into looking so old and matronly for only being forty-two, and of course that's only when she has clothes on. But I always suspected she was built just like me, and the fact Jimmy thought my lean body and tiny tits so appealing makes me wonder if this skinny creature might have had something to do with it too. The thought that they were fooling around so long ago almost makes it a coincidence considering what Ryan and I are doing together, but now I wonder.

"I think they're both shocked at how well she's holding up," I say as she just keeps egging them on to fuck her harder.

I don't know what made me go into her store the other day, but there was just something eating at me about her, and the fact I overheard Eric saying that under that nerdy Sandra Bullock like exterior was a body that made his dick hard, I just knew it wouldn't be long before they'd be going after her as well. The fact she once fell into the trap of incestuous desires with her own brother told me she might be open minded about taking on his son as well. I think once you have a taste of the forbidden fruit it's just nearly impossible to resist going back for more. 

I still remember how clueless I was about what or how I was going to approach such a delicate subject, and of course I could tell she knew I was there for something other than the usual reasons I normally stop in. A woman's intuition just seems to know things that words alone could never say, and as I stood there fumbling around in my head with what to do next, my eyes spied a box opened with the image of a scantily clad model on the cover sitting next to her desk. To say I was both shocked and relieved would be an understatement too, and as my mind raced as to what to do next, hearing her tell me to take one and give it to Ryan as a belated birthday present just totally shocked me.

I was just so surprised that I would find something like that in her office, and as I opened the glossy magazine like cover, the sudden sight of a beautiful red head with a dick in her mouth sixty-nining nearly made my legs buckle. It was just page after page of what I'm looking at now, and because there was no immediate protest by me of how inappropriate it would be for an aunt to give such a gift to her nephew, that awkwardness I felt initially about why I was there slowly started to drain away.

Of course she could have just said she was kidding about it too, but as I leafed through page after page of this beautiful young couple making love, the fact I actually leafed through it in entirety with my hands trembling wasn't lost on her either. I know my heart was pounding and my nipples were straining the material of my shirt as the sight of this young girl's pussy filled with thick white cum oozing out of it just captivated me so thoroughly. You either love erotica or you don't, and as I stood there mesmerized by such an alluring image, the sound of her voice asking me if I ever saw anything so beautiful just made me know she's just like I am.

After that, I'm not even sure now how we started talking about Ryan and Eric, but once we did, it wasn't long before she ferreted out of me everything that's been going on between the four of us. It's as though I couldn't stop myself from telling her even the minutest details, and the fact she's here now being molested by both of them tells me this is what she wanted all along. I wonder if she suspected what we were up to, but does it really matter at this point anymore.    

"They're unbelievable," I hear the voice chase me out of my daydream.

No one would dare believe that standing in front of me with semen dripping down her thighs is the mousy manager of Barnes and Noble that just bested two horny nineteen year-olds in a way they totally didn't expect. Neither did I for that matter, and it's obvious from how she handled both of them so easily that this wasn't her first encounter with two dicks' at the same time, and needless to say the last. There's definitely more to this chick than meets the eye, and I have a feeling she's goanna be showing us all some pretty amazing tricks that she's learned along the way. 

"So are you," is all I can think to reply.

              * 

"What do you think they want," Katie asks the question out loud that Lauren and I are both asking ourselves.

When you receive an invitation for lunch from Rachael and Mariam Hathaway you just know something must be going on, and considering that they're on Forbes's top 100 richest women in the country, the chance that three ordinary middle class women like us would garner their attention just seems so odd. But a part of me has a very uneasy feeling about this, and I'm sure that I'm not the only one of us that feels that way too.

I should have known that dam futon might be the end of us, but Katie said there was no way anyone could see what we were doing. The Hathaway house is almost 3 miles away I remember her telling me as I stared at it off in the distance, and even though I used a pair of binoculars to see if I could see anything that would make me believe we were being compromised, the truth is it just didn't seem possible they would be able to tell what we were doing, or so I hoped.

"How old do you think that girl is," Lauren asks about the gorgeous young creature that answered the door and escorted us to this beautiful outdoor gazebo.

"Nineteen or twenty tops," Katie replies as I'm sure she and Lauren were just as startled as I was at how scantily clad she was. 

It was obvious that there wasn't anything under that tiny black robe that nearly revealed her young flower, and the immediate reaction of my own princess to such a pleasing sight didn't surprise me either. I'm not sure now if I could technically be classified as being bi-sexual now, but the fact I love sucking Katie and Lauren's pussy's almost as much as I do the two available young cocks' says more about me sometimes than I myself want to know. But once my eyes beheld the blonde hair and long skinny legs on that captivating creature, I just knew if given a chance my tongue would molest her without hesitation. 

The sound of a door closing and the appearance of two women approaching us identically dressed in white pants and yellow sweaters seems almost like I'm seeing double now, but considering they're identical twins it's almost understandable too. But it's obvious these two women I'm guessing at about sixty or so still enjoy the comfort of each other's company. They're both tall and thin like the rest of us, and it's really only their faces that give away their true ages. 

"Hi, I'm Rachael and this is my sister Mariam, we're so delighted you all accepted our invitation," she says as I can't help but feel a sense of anxiety building inside me.

"You're all so young and ravishing," Mariam quickly adds as I clearly detect the feeling that my body is being scrutinized by her very dissecting gaze. 

For some reason I'm not panicking now either, which kind of surprises me too, but we really don't know why we're all here either. Clearly something is going on, but what, that's the question that's we all want to know, and the sooner we get to the nitty gritty of all of this I'll be a lot happier too. 

"We're all sisters of the flesh you know, and since we also have a taste for the forbidden fruit, we thought it appropriate that we finally meet," Rachael says as my mind desperately tries to comprehend the true meaning of what she just said. 

They know, my God they know, and no matter what we say there's just no way of denying it either. I should have known better than to have sex outdoors where even by some freak of nature we could be spotted, but fucking my own son just can't be forgiven the way taking some stranger would be. But now what, I wonder why they sent for us, and what's with this sisters of the flesh shit. If they're goanna screw with us just do it, but the confliction of how they're looking at us tells me they are not a threat. I just don't know what to believe now as I feel my insides tightening just like they did the night Jimmy died.

"You have nothing to fear from us I can assure you, in fact, we're here to offer some financial assistance if you allow us," Mariam says in a voice so calm and soothing that I'd swear I was listening to my mother talking to me.

"Why," Lauren asks the question that both Katie and I are wondering too.

"You'll see," Mariam says as she pushes two buttons on the console that is next to her. 

Somehow I think that tall skinny blonde is going to play an important part in what is going to happen next, and just as if the words announced her arrival, the sound of the door closing echoed as she and an equally gorgeous young boy about Ryan's age come walking towards us. The fact he's only wearing what I can only describe as a loin cloth instantly resonates between my legs, and the enormous bulge that's trying desperately to gain its freedom nearly makes me gasp. 

"This is Stefan and Elsa, and if you haven't guessed by now they're also twins," I hear one of the sister's say as my eyes stay transfixed on the young Olympian's body.

With no words spoken what so ever they serve a bowl of what looks like an exquisitely scrumptious desert in front of each one of us. Clearly more is to come as I can just feel it in my bones, and as if by some invisible command to the two young nymphs standing in front of us each drop what little clothing they're wearing and begin modeling for us as though we were some sort of fashion consultants. My God, he has a dick as big Billy Jacobs, and for as many times I've thanked myself for breaking up with him before he tore my insides a part, there was always that little bit of me that missed having that monster sliding in and out of me.

"I don't believe it," Katie exclaims at the sight of such a large organ on a boy who seems no older than her son.

I have a feeling we're not the first guests who eyes have been held hostage by these two seductively young creatures, and as if reading my mind the Lolita like maiden's hand wraps around her brother's manhood and does what each of the three of us are no doubt wishing we were doing right now. As much as I've convinced myself how much better off I am with having an average sized organ at my disposal, the sight of this menacingly huge beast is tempting me to rip my clothes off and ride him until I can't take it anymore.

It's certainly so obvious that they have a chemistry that mirrors what I have with Ryan, and no doubt the fact they are clearly enjoying the show they're putting on for us tells me they've been doing this for quite a while too. How any woman could possibly deny that what I'm looking at now would instantly make her panties wet would only be lying to herself, and I seriously doubt that there would be many who could resist the urge to slide their fingers between their legs and get themselves off like I want to do now.  

"You see, our palette has become accustomed to certain flavors that shall I say are very difficult to come by," Rachael says as I watch as Stefan is definitely enjoying the attention of having his dick tugged on by his sister as the three of us just watch while we're all helplessly squirming in our seats. 

"And when the opportunity arises to gain access to a new source for our cravings, we'd be fools not to pursue it rigorously," Mariam quickly adds as she flicks her finger and the maiden's hand releases its grip on its prey.  

I'm just in awe as the two young nymphs operate in such a workmanlike manner considering what it is there about to do in front of us, and as the exquisitely built young boy opens a blanket and then lies down with his stinger sticking straight up, his sister grabs a small bowl off the table and slowly begins to straddle him with his dick clearly aimed at her delicate flower. This just brings back so many memories for me too, Billy just loved fucking me in front of a mirror, and the sight that I'm about to witness happened to me more times than I can count. 

"He's so big," Lauren says almost in a whisper.

"Almost ten inches I believe, and don't worry about Elsa either, her tight little sleeve milks him daily of all his nectar," she says as the almost childlike hand gently grasps the massive organ and guides it towards her waiting slit.

"Is this really happening," Katie whispers to me. 

"I dated a guy with a dick as big as that," I reply softly.

"Did you fuck him," she asks me as I can hardly believe my eyes as the young vagina starts to slowly gobble down its prey inch by inch. 

"What do you think," is all I can say as I watch her tiny ass bottoming out against her brother's swollen testicles. 

My God, to think that my princess regularly handled such a beast and didn't get all stretched out of shape just seems almost inconceivable, and yet, both boys marvel at how tight I still am, although the fact I has C section probably helps too. But I imagine that has more to do with the resiliency of Mother Nature's most precious gift to mankind, and judging how petite this young girl is I'd guess she's still very tight as well.

"What exactly is it you're looking for from us," Lauren asks the question that the rest of us are wondering about as well. 

"What could be sweeter tasting than a brother's seed mixing with his own sister's juices," Rachael says as the apparent true meaning of her words start to sink into my already confused brain.

"Of course a son's seed mixing with his mother's is even such a rarer commodity that we'd pay you handsomely for it," Mariam quickly adds. 

My God, they want the after birth of our love making, and as much as 99.9% of the people out there would think them off their rockers; the undeniable truth is that Lauren, Katie and I apparently crave it as much as these two old whores do. There's just something about the taste and smell I find so irresistible, and just like cat nip affects a kitten, that delectable combination of semen mixed with vaginal secretions is one that I think once tasted, there's just going without it for too long a period of time.

"Take your time dear, I have a feeling our guests are immensely enjoying the show you and Stefan are putting on for them," I hear one of the sister's say as I just can't take my eyes off the sight of such a huge organ slowly sliding almost all the way out of the delicate hole that it's found itself trapped in.

"See how well she's lubing the beast," I hear who I assume is the other sister making the observation at how well long thick shaft is glistening from the vaginal fluids his sister is secreting.  

That's exactly how Billy's cock looked when I was riding him like this girl is now with her brother, and even an hour of what just turned out to be non-stop fucking, my little princess never ran dry. But of course when he wanted to go an hour or two later, and I knew I just couldn't hold up under such a strain. Big dicks' cause big problems, but what I'm looking at now would certainly be a nice trip down memory lane for me. 

"Assuming we're all interested, exactly how would you go about getting this magical elixir out of us," I ask as the bowl next to Elsa tells me she's just going to let it simply drip out of her after her brother ejaculates inside her. 

To say that Katie and Lauren are mesmerized by the sight of actually being this close to a dick this big would not be an understatement either, oh we've all seen them in the videos too, but to actually be this close is every woman's secret wish just seems too good to be true. At least it was for me that first time I jerked off Billy, and as much as he begged me to let him stick it inside me, I had to make sure we were going to be more than just a one night stand.

"Well dear, we prefer it as fresh as possible, and although Elsa is going to be using a bowl this time out of politeness, usually we prefer a more personal touch to grab every morsel out of the vessel that it's been deposited in for ourselves," Rachael says in such a dignified manner that the real meaning of her words is taking a second or two to reach my consciousness.

There's no need for us to over react now, and the thought of actually fucking in front of these two ladies of a class that I'll never be a part of isn't scaring me in any way either. But I just don't know how Katie and Lauren feel, and if they're anywhere as turned on as I am now, they'd probably be thinking what's the difference if we suck each other's salty holes or let these two do it, and get paid for it too. I wonder if that makes us prostitutes in the eyes of the law, but I suspect with their connections nothing will ever happen to us if we're ever discovered.

"And by the way, after we're done feasting on you, we'll give each one of you a taste of ecstasy unlike anything you've ever experienced," Mariam quickly adds to what her sister just told us.  

My God, My God, they not only want to suck us dry, they also want to give us orgasms too. Am I dreaming or is this really happening, and what about the boys, will they want to perform for two women who are old enough to be their grandmothers? And perform is being polite too, but I have a feeling once they see Elsa they'll want to fuck anything that has a hole in it. 

"Is it just going to be the two of you or are there going to be more involved," Lauren asks a question that didn't even occur to me yet. 

"I hope you realize that Barnes and Noble are proving to be rather difficult now with their failure to realize that we could easily ignore their pleas for help in restructuring their debt," Rachael says in such a way that shows a side of her I'd really rather not see.

"My dear, what my sister is getting at is that times are changing and you all have a chance to take part in a rather lucrative financial venture with virtually no risk to yourselves or your family," Mariam adds sounding more like a business woman talking to stockholders rather than three women who they want to suck the semen out of their vagina's after their son's fuck them. 




Are We Prostituting Ourselves?



"To put it bluntly, both your boys look closer to sixteen or seventeen than they do nineteen, and in our world that means everything to us, the more you fuck them and allow us and our guests to partake of what slides out of you, the more you will be paid," Rachael says more coldly than I ever expected to hear coming out of a woman as refined as her.

"We're talking possibly six figures a year for each of you for as long as they maintain their youthful charms; both Elsa and Stefan are twenty three and yet still retain that alluring teenage appearance we so adore," Mariam adds.

"Let's face it, you're fucking them on that couch three or four times a week for free, why not get paid to do it, and besides, all three of you love to fuck when there's an audience, and you know it too," Rachael says clearly softening her tone towards us just a bit. 

"Who besides you are we talking about," Katie asks suggesting she already has made up her mind on this subject.

"Only the most dignified of women my dear, men just have no taste for that salty desert that we crave, and I'm sure you'll recognize some of these ladies from the TV shows and movies they've been in," Mariam says intriguing me with the fact that these people have just as much as we do to lose if word of our behavior ever leaked out. 

"No videos or pictures to be taken of any kind," I ask as I'm clearly being persuaded to giving it a go.

"Of course not," Rachael says emphatically but there's a part of me that still doesn't quite trust her yet. 

"And Stefan," Lauren asks kind of surprising me with what's already on her mind about the boy with the big dick.

"As long as we get Ryan's semen out of you in the first session of the evening, then you'll be free to do with him what you wish," Rachael replies to a question I'm sure Katie is thinking about just as much as I am. 

As if reading all our minds Mariam says something in what sounds like German, and instantly the big dick starts driving itself faster and faster towards the inevitable ejaculation that we're all anticipating. There's just nothing like the sight of a big dick pumping in and out of a young girls pussy like this one is doing now, and of course the idea that it might be me that is being split wide open already has my pussy beside herself with excitement. 

"Where did you find them," I ask curious about how two such innocently looking young nymphs would end up fucking for the enjoyment of 5 women who are all squirming in their seats because of what they are doing in front of them.

"We own a small estate in the tiny town of Kakinen Finland which is very close to the Swiss border, and Stefan and Elsa's parents have worked for us for decades," Rachael replies as we're all waiting for the moment when the telltale signs of thick white semen oozing out of the skinny model's pussy give us all what we're here for now.

"But how did you know about this," I ask as my panties are starting to become uncomfortable because of how wet I am.

"Our suspicions about them never being able to be apart from each other was proven true when I caught them in the green house doing exactly what they're doing now," Mariam replies softly as she's just caught up in the moment of waiting for that magical moment when the big dick fills his sister's flower with his semen.

"But why bring them here, did their parents find out too," Katie asks as the low moans of Elsa reacting to having her tiny hole being pumped as if a mechanical piston was driving itself in and out of her has her clearly on the verge of screaming out because of it. 

"They never found out, and when they told us they were thinking of sending Stefan to a seminary, we just knew we had to rescue them," Rachael replies. 

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming," we all hear Stefan moan out in a heavily accented voice. 

"This is what our guests really want to see, sisters and brothers, mothers and sons, but father's and daughters are frowned upon," Mariam says kind of surprising me that there would indeed be something that wouldn't be acceptable in their eyes as far as incestuous relations are considered. 

"Why not fathers and daughters," I ask just being a bit curious about why they're not accepted as members of this little club of theirs. 

"A mother and sister seduce with their charms, but most fathers take by force what isn't being offered to them," Mariam replies planting a seed in my head that just never occurred to me before. 

"Now we get what we've all been waiting for," Mariam says as Elsa lifts off the large spike that was impaling her and straddles the bowl as thick white globs of semen start to slowly ooze out of her.

"I have to admit that there's definitely nothing tastier than what's coming out of her now," I say surprising myself with my own candor.

"You're not so different from us after all, are you dear," Rachael says as Elsa stands up and brings the bowl filled with the juices of both her and her brother mixed in a way Mother Nature intended it to be.

As if being at a high end wine gallery Mariam breathes in the fragrance of juices mixed together in Elsa's vagina as she holds the bowl close to her face and then hands it to me, of course I already recognize the telltale fumes as being the byproduct of two lovers being as one, and as often as my senses have become accustomed to such a lovely aroma, there's just something so intoxicating about it too. If only every woman could learn to appreciate just how much more their love making would be if they could only harness the power of what I'm holding in my hands now, and as much as men may think the center of the universe circles around their dicks', they'll never know just how much they're missing.

"So it's agreed ladies, you'll all do exactly what it is you're all doing now and get paid for it too, and all we ask in return is that you let my sister and I and perhaps a few guests feast on what's mixed inside you," Mariam says to us as if she were presiding at the closing of some corporate business deal.

"We'll work out the details later," Rachael adds as my eyes just can't take themselves off Stefan's still rock hard organ. 

"Agreed," Katie, Lauren and I all say together at once.

               *

"I still can't believe it's really her," Ryan says as we watch the extremely tall thin figure approaching us. 

It's been nearly three months since we accepted the Hathaway sisters offer, and to say the least we've been witnesses to a sub-culture of super elites from every part of the spectrum coming to partake not only of the juices Ryan and I have mixed inside me, but also that irresistible urge to see for themselves a mother and her child breaking all the rules and enjoying pleasure of the flesh without a hint of guilt either. From politics to sports they all crave the same things we do, but unfortunately for them the closest they can get to such a forbidden desire is to watch us acting it out for them. For some reason the need to talk to us and verify that indeed we are mother and son seems essential for them to connect with us, although they're all fully aware of the Hathaway's screening process, it just makes it all the more sweeter for them to enjoy once I wrap my lips around his cock and do all things to him that they'd no doubt wish they could with their own son. 

But not all them want the same thing, and for some it's just enough for them to watch us fucking and fucking and fucking, the fact both Ryan and Eric are on a very healthy dose of Cialis like Stefan is ensures that there won't be a case of stage fright that might hamper their ability to get it up. Somehow though that's just an over kill going on because if anything both of them seem to be thriving with so many feminine eyes taking in their every moves, and sometimes they even remind me of how the Roman gladiators turned to the emperor as to what to do with their vanquished foe, but of course in my case it's more about where Ryan is going to shoot his semen. For some of these frustrated women it's merely an escape from the ho hum life of either no sex or getting off watching a video with a vibrator inside them, but we provide an outlet for their urges that just isn't available anywhere else.  

For me though I have to say it's absolutely incredible the rush I feel as I'm doing things to Ryan that every one of those rich socialite elites wish they could do with their son's. Whether it's sucking his cock and letting him explode it all over my face and in my hair or taking it up the ass, there just seems no end to the possibilities that exist with what these women are craving. I wonder if their husbands or boyfriends have a clue as to what they do on the nights they come here, I kind of doubt it though. 

But tonight is different, and this young mega rock star wants to interact with us too, which is a first by the way, and because she is who she is, the Hathaway's were loathed to turn her request away. But I have to say that regardless of the financial arrangement I've entered into about what we're going to do tonight, the thought of sucking this young billion dollar star's pussy has me excited in a way like when I first put my mouth on Katie's lips for what seems like ages ago now.  

"Isn't this so exciting," is all she says as she climbs on the equivalent of two king sized beds joined together that's functioning as our stage tonight.  

It was obvious when she sat down with us and described in great detail what the theme of tonight's forbidden fantasy is about that she evidently is just so drawn to the notion that a mother would seduce her own son. What she wants is for us to describe in intimate detail some of the times that we knowingly started doing things that clearly was aimed at getting the other one aroused. For her it's not going to be enough for us merely fuck in front of her either, she wants a story to go along with it, and a believable one at that. I have to say that revealing some of these most precious moments to her of how I use to tease Ryan not only to him but also a stranger as well has me very excited too, it'll be like reliving it all over again. 

You would think that the sex alone would be exciting enough, but it's become obvious to me by the way some of the patrons as we call them now all have forbidden fantasies that are just waiting to be requested of us. I suspect once word leaks out about this skinny divas interaction tonight, there will no doubt be others that will want a similar experience. Pussy is pussy as far as Ryan and Eric are concerned, but no one is immune from STD's, not even the elites. Fortunately for us this slender vixen voluntarily showed us her latest medical records pertaining to this subject, and no doubt the Hathaway's showed her ours as well.   

"You have no idea," I say as I slide my robe off my shoulders and expose my naked body to both her and Ryan. 

"You could easily pass for being in your early thirties," she says as she so casually slides her robe off as well and exposes her somewhat underweight nude body to us.

I still find it so incredible that all these women that come here seeking relief that are worth billions in some cases all lust after the same things. I guess money can't buy happiness, and apparently it can't buy a romp in the hay with your own offspring either. But who am I to judge, and the fact is that if we're ever found out we'll all be shamed and ostracized unlike these women who will deny ever being here. Somehow though I doubt there ever will be any chance of that happening either, or I'd rather believe it for my own peace of mind.

"Tell me the first time your dick got hard when you were looking at your mother," she asks a question that literally stuns me with just how direct her approach is at such a subject so personal.

As I listen to Ryan recount how every Saturday morning I would get on my hands and knees and dust under the large dining room table, and as the images of those times suddenly start to appear in my head, I realize just how young he was when the sight of my ass in tight blue jeans affected him. The truth is I knew what I was doing too, but that feeling of having such a cheap thrill was bringing me back to life after losing Jimmy, and truthfully, I enjoyed it too. 

"Did you have to go and jerk off because of it," she asks him as she starts to rub his back with her long thin bony fingers.

How can she be so good at this for being so young, and it like she's done this before too, but why would I be so surprised to think that I'm not the only mother and son this vixen has played with like this. There's bound to be more like us out there too, and I imagine if enough money is offered to them, that moral dilemma of right and wrong can get pretty skewed rather quickly too. 

"I did it one after the other with the image of that tight little ass in my head," he says in a voice that tells me he isn't far from ejaculating because of what he is reliving now. 

"I bet you wanted her to wrap her lips around you, didn't you," she says as her hand reaches around him and wraps her long thin fingers around his cock and starts to slowly stroke him in front of me. 

Of course he did, every boy at that age wishes his mother would give him that special attention like the girls in the sex videos that they always somehow manage to get access too. And as strange as it may sound, the fact is it's a completely normal response to what's going on with their bodies after puberty is fully accepted by society, but just never fully acknowledged because of the sensitive nature of the subject. But every mother knows full well that they're every move is being scrutinized by their overly stimulated son, and for someone like me who by a matter of fate was thrust into a life of celibacy those watchful eyes caused such a conflict inside me as my princess soaked my panties while my conscience was forced to accept the unacceptable.

"Every night she would come in and kiss me good night, but a few times she wore this tiny robe that was so short it barely reached her thighs," he says instantly making me remember those rare times when I had turned to a glass or two of wine to help me cope with what I was going through back then.

"Mommy was being naughty, wasn't she," she says releasing her grip on his manhood as her eyes stare directly into mine. 

There's a part of me that is enjoying this moment immensely, but another part of me is remembering the loneliness and frustration that drove me to seek relief by arousing my own son in such a blatant manner. But nothing really came of it either, I just brought some laundry into his room an allowed his eyes to feast on my long thin naked legs as I ever so cautiously bent over just to the point where he might have been able to get a glimpse of my hemorrhaging princess. The truth is the wine just made me to susceptible to my own urges, and to this day I'm not sure exactly how much of myself I actually exposed to him.

"Were you wearing panties," she asks me as now I'm the focus of her very deliberate cross examination into the world of the forbidden desires. 

"No," is all I can reply so sheepishly that I'm sure the guilt is written all over my face too.

I remember standing in front of that full length mirror in my bedroom striking poses that I'm sure would have made his dick hard, and as I sipped ever more from the wine glass, those urges inside me just escalated to the point where I had no choice but to cut the buttons off the robe with the exception of the very bottom one so there would be no turning back. It's still very vague as even now I try and focus on what happened, but he knows, and I have a feeling I'm finally going to find out just how far I went.

"Let me guess, did you have few shots of courage before you went into his room," she says shocking me with such insight for someone who is still so very young. 

All I can do is nod my head admitting that I did indeed have to dull my senses to do what most mother's would admonish me for doing, and yet, I have no doubt that if they were in my place at that very moment they too would have exposed themselves to their teenage son just like I must have done. But the reality is I don't know if I did or didn't do it, and as the anxiety is building within me to find out how far I went, the look on this divas face tells me just how much she's enjoying herself with ratcheting the level of excitement to a point where Ryan might literally explode without even being touched by me. 

"What do you want from me," I ask not knowing if she's here to either relive these special moments with us or shame me into admitting I did something I shouldn't have with my own son.

"I want to feel what you felt that first time when you knowingly made his dick hard," she whispers in my ear and then flicks her tongue like serpents emphasizing the state of mind she's in because of what's transpiring between the two of us.

"I just knew something was different that night, and when she came in with the robe almost completely open I thought I was dreaming," Ryan says as the diva gently pushes him onto his back with his prick waiting to see which one of us is going to be the one to milk it of all its cream.

"You don't remember do you," she asks me as she motions to me to do what it is that she's most interested in seeing from us tonight.

As I straddle Ryan and grasp him in my hand and aim his tool at my flower while my mind frantically tries and remembers what happened that night, but the feeling of him sliding inside me is threatening to take away that tinge of shame I was experiencing as my princess now reacts to the force of Nature that just has no equal when it comes to being able to quell a guilty conscience. We love, we laugh, we dance and do all the other things that bring us joy, but when we start to fuck we're all so overpowered by instincts that just make us so helpless to resist that feeling of carnal bliss that ultimately we cave into our urges no matter what the consequences.

"I knew what I was doing," is all I reply as the thought that this skinny tart may very well be setting the groundwork for when she has a son of her own one day.

"She just stood there smiling at me letting me take in every inch of her that was exposed to me, and the sight of seeing part of her bare chest and stomach for the first time just blew me away," he says giving me just enough information to pull the threads together and focus on this little sultry drama of ours continuing towards the conclusion that she's ultimately paying us to give her.

"I knew what he wanted but I just couldn't give it to him at that very moment," I add as the feeling of his fingers pinching my nipples tells me just how much he's into this illicit memory as I am.

"But you wanted too," the skinny megastar whispers in my ear as all my inhibitions evaporate as my princess is being treated to pleasures that there is no known antidote for once she's aroused the way she is now. 

"Of course I did, and as I stared down at him knowing full well that his prick was fully erect it took all the self-control I could muster not to peel the covers back and suck all the juice out of his balls," I reply as I clearly feel a shift taking place as she and I are wrestling now as to who the Alpha is with the slit between her legs is going to be.  

"Tell me what you really did and I'll double the amount I agreed to pay you," she whispers to me as her hands begin to gently slide up and down my back. 

Can this really be happening I ask myself as Ryan's eyes clearly tell me how into this little trip down memory lane is affecting him? Two birds with one stone is the thought that's going through my head as I think of what direction I want to go in, and for him to be just as excited as this skinny tart tells me there's a whole lot more to explore with him than I've given him credit for too. Maybe it's because the nature of what we're talking about that has him just as riveted to our past memories as I am.




Are We Prostituting Ourselves?



"I knew that he had a pair of my soiled panties wrapped around his dick, but what he didn't know was that I stuffed them inside me for an hour before I put them where I knew he would find them," I say letting him know for the first time ever that I was well aware of his need to sniff the juices from my princess combined with his semen to create a mask he often used to breathe in the noxious fumes of the forbidden desires he had for me before he finally feel a sleep.

"You knew," he says totally flustered that his little secret had not only been discovered by me, but now shared with a complete stranger as well. 

"I'll triple it if you tell me everything you did," the overly excited queen of pop says in a near panic as I feel her finger probing the sensitive lips of my anus. 

Of course I knew dear one, and don't fear that I will expose your most treasured secrets to this skinny harlot, we'll talk soon of the time I caught you lying naked with your organ spent of all its cream as you breathed thru the soiled garment that had both our juices mixed together so exquisitely. There is no right and wrong anymore either, and as I feel my princess gobbling down your tool of love again and again, the only thing that really matters now is what we feel for each other. 

"Remember when I dragged you to Macy's with me and you tried so unsuccessfully to hide your erection from me as I methodically picked out thongs that I knew you would shoot all that delicious cream into," I whisper to him just loud enough for our bony friend to hear me.  

"What," is all the skinny pimp can say as it's becoming obvious to me just how much hearing the truth of our actions are turning her on. 

Money can't buy happiness, and evidently it can't buy a legitimate mother and son act that like to fuck, but she knows very well what she has with me and Ryan. For whatever reason she's chosen us over Katie and Eric, and I suspect the big tits are a turn off for her too, but then again, I sincerely think there's a true touch of love making going on between us as opposed to the other two who seem just to relish in the pleasures of the sex acts alone. For me, the look on my baby's face as he's about fill me with his seed brings me more joy than words could possibly ever convey, and no doubt he finds my moans as his tongue reduces me to a shattered wreck after my orgasm over takes me just as rewarding.   

"I couldn't believe how she held them up as though asking for my approval," he moans as his mouth comes up and finds mine as our tongues intertwine in a dance so sensual that I wish our guest was not present to witness it.

Some people merely fuck to get off, but I can sense something drastically has happened between us now, and as passion is overtaking me in a way that it hasn't since his father died, I believe at this moment we truly are making love with each other. There will be no words exchanged about it either, but as our lips are locked together in a way only lovers know how to do, and the thought of taking him home and sharing my bed with me the entire night is making my heart sing a song I never thought it would ever do again.

"This for real, isn't it," I hear the voice as though a thousand miles away saying as I feel my baby racing to release his cream deep inside me.

              * 

I still find it so hard to believe what Ryan and I are doing together just comes so naturally for the both of us, it's as though we've been lovers for a life time as opposed to the reality that it's only been a matter of several months now. Of course the fact we're able to weave all those watchful eyes into our lovemaking rendezvous certainly has made us a hit with the Hathaway crowd as well. It's just so obvious the difference between how my mouth and hand work their magic on his beautiful tool to drain him of all his nectar versus just wildly acting like an actress in a typical sex video. The truth is all these women are genuinely for the most part interested in a display of passion being acted out in front of them as they deal with the issues of why they enjoy watching a mother and son consummate they're union together in front of them.  

But then again, just as much they seem to enjoy that sensitive side of carnal bliss that is being offered to them by us; it's as though they can instantly throw some internal switch within themselves and demand the raunchier side as well. Ryan and Eric seem to excel when they are paired together with just one partner, and the fact I enjoy both ways of acting out what it is our patrons are seeking just keeps adding to the amount that is being added to my bank account as if by magic. These same women who crave a realistic demonstration of true maternal instincts being overpowered by forbidden passion also love indulging themselves with us acting out scenes of lust that are right out of all the sex videos available on-line.



I guess we all have secrets, and no doubt many of these entitled ladies can only fulfill their darkest desires through living them out watching us do all the things that they just can't do with their own son's or brother's. It just never occurred to me just how powerful the allure of taking someone within the family unit as your lover is just so universally present in every one's life, and because these women can afford the luxuries that the rest of us can't, it's their ability to pay for access to services offered to only the wealthiest that separates them from the rest of us.

               *

"That was unbelievable," I hear the voice from one of my favorite Hollywood actresses say almost in a whisper after she just watched me being mauled by both Ryan and Eric for nearly an hour as I spread myself wide open for her inspection. 

It truly is amazing too, and as she kneels down and watches as the thick white globs of semen start to ooze out of my vagina and rectum, the thought that this is actually happening to me still makes me wonder if this is just some sort of dream that I'll awake with my pussy soaking wet and aching. But this is no dream, and the tongue that is lapping down the creamy desert that simply has no equals when it comes to what the rich and famous ladies of wealth and fame seem to be addicted too now. I guess there's just something about a mother and son copulating and mixing their juices together that gives it a purity similar to the purest of heroin or cocaine. 

"I just can't get enough," she moans as even my anus isn't spared her tongue's magical touch as her slender companion just stands there in awe about what is happening in front of her.

Tonight's rules were simple enough as far as what their carnal appetites were craving, and as long as Ryan's cock was the only one that filled my princess and her nasty sister with his semen, Eric had my mouth and hand to milk him of all his cream as well. I think this incredibly beautiful young tennis star was just in shock as I so easily drained each of them with virtually so little effort, but the truth is they were as much turned on by her sitting there with her pussy on full display as they pumped all their pure white semen either deep inside me or all over my face and in my hair. 

"Are they really mother and son," Maria asks so sheepishly in such perfect English that it's hard to believe she wasn't born here.

All the pictures I've ever seen of her pale in comparison to what I'm looking at now, and even though she's only a few years older that Ryan and Eric, you'd never guess it by how she just seems to exude such an innocence about her. But looks can be deceiving, and as she watched me being mauled again and again by two insatiable teenage boys with her legs spread wide open exposing her bald flower, it became obvious to me that there's much more about her that can't be seen simply by the image that she likes to portray herself as being. I'm sure all those mothers who hold her up to their daughters as being squeaky clean would just die if they knew where she is now.  

"Why do you think we pay them so much," Sandra replies as she licks her tongue and lips of the last morsels of what was shot deep inside me by the only one capable of fulfilling her insatiable thirst for what has become one of her favorite addictions now.

"But now it's my turn to choose a story line," Maria says with a smile that tells me she's already picked out a sultry scene that she wants to see acted out in front of her. 

It's obvious that this being her first time here has exposed her to aside of privileged life that she's never come across before, and the fact that Rachael and Mariam seem the unlikeliest pair to essentially run live sex shows inside their mansion just makes it all the more incredible. But money offers perks that that all those adoring fans could never possibly conceive these two horny idols are indulging themselves in now, and I have to wonder if this one will succumb to her own urges like the skinny rock star did and lap my pussy of all its cream much like a hungry kitten with a saucer of milk. 

To say I was shocked at being tongued by the long legged pop music beauty would be an understatement as well, but as I locked my mouth on her flower and gave her an orgasm that had her moaning and shaking may very well have opened the door for more of our guests to cross that line and be part of the fantasy that they themselves are paying us to act out for them. But of course not all of them are here just for the forbidden desires that will never be fulfilled in their own lives, and for some it's just enough to gorge themselves on the mother's milk that slowly slides out of my vagina once Ryan has filled it completely with his semen. 

How ironic is it that as infants we all need to be nursed from our mother's breasts for those first few precious months when we are so vulnerable, and yet, here Katie and I are literally nursing full grown women with a nectar so forbidden that I'm quite sure in some parts of the world it would be treated as a capital punishment offense if ever discovered. But anyone who has ever tasted the allure of a man and woman's love juices mixed together will instantly be hooked on it for the rest of their lives. Of course the fact 99.9% of those succumbing are of only one gender betrays fully just how afraid men are of anything having to do with what squirts out of their own organs. 

"Maybe we should let her catch her breath," Sandra says clearly looking out for my best interest the way a friend would be expected to do after witnessing such a grueling spectacle that she was responsible for initiating in the first place. 

Suddenly the sight of Stefan with his gorgeous organ sticking straight out approaching us with one thing on his mind instantly alerts my princess to lube herself or risk being fucked dry by a dick so big I still find it hard to believe it's real. Virtually every sex video I've ever seen always has a cock that's always lacking the telltale gleam that the pussy it's sliding in and out of isn't moistened, and as every young girl knows after her first time spreading her legs and allowing her boyfriend to slip inside her, a dry pussy is a sore pussy the next day unless properly lubricated. But that's never been one of my concerns, and in fact quite the opposite is true. I still remember how embarrassed I was that first time I sat there with my legs spread wide open and my feet locked in those intimidating stirrups the first time I went to my mother's gynecologist, and as that incredibly handsome young doctor slid his gloved finger inside me, I could just tell by the smile on his face that he knew how excited I was because of how juicy my pussy was. 

"No, I want to see how her son reacts at seeing his mother being fucked by such a big dick," is all she says as she strips herself of all her clothing and stands proudly in front of me clearly tempting me with her superbly athletically toned young body.

The reality is that Katie, Lauren and I have all fallen under the spell of Stefan's ability to stretch our delicate flowers to the point where we want to scream because of how good it feels. But Katie and I have tried not to be caught with such a monster sliding in and out of us in front of our own son's, and of course Lauren has no shame as she has taken all three of them on in front of our guests just like one of the girls in the sex videos on Ryan's computer. My fear now is that they'll want us to do the same as well, and the thing is that it's not that I wouldn't mind having three dicks to play with, but what will Ryan think when he sees me so totally stuffed by such a brute. It's one thing for his best friend to fuck me shamelessly in front of him, but something totally different when it comes to a cock as big as Stefan's.

I don't want him to be insecure about the fact he is just average in size, and as much as I really do enjoy my interludes with Stefan's beast, the truth is long term he's just not the lover for me. I need to have my mouth and tongue wrapped around my lover's tool for me to really be into our love making, and the reality is that a big dick is only good for once a week interludes of being dominated by the sheer size of his organ. Big dicks look impressive in the videos but they don't show all those poor girls limping the next day because their insides were stretched beyond their limits. 

As if throwing a switch Maria starts talking with Stefan in a language that he clearly understands, and as I can only listen without knowing what they are talking about, it's painfully obvious that she has given quite a bit of thought into what it is she wants from me. Then again, it's not just me that she's after, and as I try and focus about exactly what she wants from me and Ryan, the sight of Stefan lying down next to me with his enormous tool sticking straight up answers one of my questions. This little girl has a side to her that I'm sure no one knows about, except of course Sandra who equally shares a side of life that simply no one could ever dare imagine either.

"Here's what I want from you, your pool boy exposes himself to you, and as much as you know how wrong it is, the sight of how big his big he is won't let you deny yourself the pleasure of riding him," she almost whispers to me as though she didn't want anyone else to hear us. 

Without saying a word I climb on top of Stefan and straddle him, and as I lift myself high enough so that I'll be able to guide his cock towards my velvet lips, the thought that this scenario has no doubt happened many times out in the real world sends a surge of excitement throughout my body. Just the thought of some young boy catching his mother in such a compromising situation either with her husband or boyfriend is the ultimate fear we all have, and yet, when Jimmy and I use to wildly fuck with our bedroom door unlocked sometimes, the thought of Ryan catching us sometimes shot through my head when I was milking his father of all his cream. 

"He's so big," I hear Sandra exclaim as my hand grasps the rock hard spike that is about to impale me.

All I can say is thank God Billy use to love watching his cock slide inside me with a mirror revealing every intimate detail to him, and as I too started to appreciate the sheer magnificence of seeing something that big slowly disappearing inside me, I suddenly realize just how much more I enjoy being the center of attention in this voyeuristic world I've become a part of now. Maybe it's who I really am, and since it was my idea that Jimmy and I go and fuck on the side of the garage, I have to wonder now if I'm just embracing a life that I've always wanted in the first place.

But right now these two ladies of the elite want to see my princess gorge herself on the creature that is nuzzling against my salty lips, and as I use the head of his cock to tease both my princess and her unclean sister in front of these two horny sluts, the sight of Ryan in a pair of sweat pants and t-shirt walking towards us sends a shiver coursing through me. As much as Maria wanted me to act awkward and embarrassed at being caught in such a compromising position, the reality is that I really do feel as though he's caught me doing something that he might not approve of as if that makes any sense. But this is what Maria is paying me to do, and as I feel the head of the serpent gaining access to my juicy flower, the sight of Ryan's penis bulging in his sweatpants tells me everything is going to be OK. 

"You're home early," is all I can utter as my voice quakes with excitement as I continue my decent down an organ that just seems so much bigger that the ten inches that it really is.

Every woman that has ever had a dick this big inside her knows full well that feeling of being so thoroughly stuffed, and as I finally bottom out with my thighs still quivering because of the strain they were under, the thought that somewhere out there some young boy has probably walked in on his mother in nearly this identical situation makes me appreciate even more the role I'm playing now. But what I wonder about now is why Maria wants this story played out for her in the first place, then again, this is the mansion where all those forbidden dreams we all have can come true, but of course with a price attached to it.  

"What's in your hair," Ryan asks so innocently that it makes me wonder if indeed I really am dreaming now.

Maybe that's why Sandra wanted Eric to bathe me with his semen because she knew in advance what part 2 of tonight's forbidden desire was going to be about, and evidently Ryan is in on it too. For me though this just makes it all the more exciting, and as I feel Stefan's cock slowly sliding out of me, the fear that I might not be able to keep my composure because of what is being done to me makes me try and ignore the magic that is happening between my legs. I wonder if she just wants to see how long it takes me to become unglued, and no doubt wants me to take Ryan as my lover when I finally do crack under the pressure. But I have stamina too, and even a dick as big as the one that is slowly starting to stroke in and out of me isn't the first time my pussy has been assaulted like this.

Without saying a word I watch helplessly as he walks around and stands next to Sandra and Maria, and as I try and make believe their presence isn't even acknowledged by my consciousness anymore, the thought that out there at this very moment some poor boy is probably sneaking a peek at his mother's pussy being split wide open by a dick that just seems too big to fit inside it. No doubt every healthy teenage boy has jerked off to videos of what's happening to me now, but how many of them have actually seen it for themselves, not many I'm sure, and even less when you factor in whose pussy is actually being fucked. 

As much as I know how wrong it is for me to be thinking that there is some young boy's eyes feasting on me, I just can't get past the adrenaline rush that I'm experiencing now, and as I fully begin to feel myself caving to the pressures of having such a big dick sliding in and out of me, the thought of hijacking Maria's story line is desperately being analyzed by what's left of my ability to formulate an alternative story that will be just as believable. Think Claudia of what to say next, and as I feel a finger slipping inside my rectum, the pressure just seems to keep building on me to figure something out.  

Suddenly the movie I saw a few years ago pops in my head, and as I feel the piston slowly starting to gain speed as it is literally stretching me in such a way that I fear I won't be tight enough for Ryan anymore, the solution to my dilemma instantly becomes clear as day. I'm a sex therapist just like Helen Hunt was in that movie The Sessions, and fucking my clients is just a service that my son knows pays the bills and is putting him through college. Of course now the trick is to communicate my plan to Ryan before either Stefan shoots inside me or I just lose it entirely.




Are We Prostituting Ourselves?



"Stefan couldn't help himself from ejaculating in my hair the first time, but he's gaining the ability to stave off that need for release with every new session," I say as I force myself down the length of his cock and try and collect my thoughts as I keep my princess immobile with the enormous spike buried deep inside me.

I can already see in Maria's eyes that she knows what I'm up to, and as I feel my nipples being pinched in an attempt to get me back in motion, I can only hope Ryan has figured it out too. If only a movie could be made about what we're doing now, but of course all the juicy stuff could never be showed to the audience. Well, at least not the audiences that normally fill a conventional movie theater, but here it happens all the time. I have to wonder now if Sandra will tell Helen about how I hijacked her story, and of course wouldn't it be wonderful if she showed up here one day to drink the spices of love out of me too.    

"That's why I told him to make the appointment with you," Ryan replies as I feel a burst of excitement surging throughout my body as I hear that he knows exactly where I want this story to go now.

I have to wonder if such a scenario has ever happened before, and as I allow Stefan to resume stroking me with his giant carrot, the satisfaction that I'm getting is being measured more by the looks on Sandra and Maria's faces as opposed to the actual length of the organ that is inside me. There's just no rules here that cannot be broken, and most of all it's the one's with family at the core of dark desires that generate the most interest too. It's just so fascinating for me to know that probably there are so many other mother's and son's out there that yearn to do what we're doing but just can't get past that initial twinge of guilt.

"I can't believe how much your mother has helped me," Stefan moans in his heavily accented voice alerting me to the fact he's on board now as well. 

I can see it in both Maria and Sandra's eyes at how captivated they are by watching my princess absorb one full stroke after another with so little ease, and it's not just the alluring image that has them held hostage either, for them it's more about the total package being on display for them. Clearly the fragrances of love that is emanating from between my legs has them under their spell, and unfortunately for most men they'll just never know the joy that comes with not only the smells of love but the taste as well. For some reason I just expected I'd see at least one or two men sitting out there by now, but the Hathaway's clearly frown on that idea. That's too bad because I can envision a full blown orgy taking place as both genders are pushed beyond their limits. 

"Well, I don't mind her helping you out as long as you don't stretch her so out of shape that her other clients won't come back anymore," Ryan says in such a way that it's obvious he's just as enthralled with the sight of my princess being methodically worked over by such a brute. 

Now I'm free to do exactly what I want without fear of hurting his feelings, and as I totally embrace the spectacle that I'm putting on for him now, the thought of how I'm going to weave getting him to surrender his nectar to me in a plausible manner has my head racing to find the solution as my insides deal with the carnage of having such a big organ inside me. But time is not on my side, and if I don't think of something soon I'll be filled with Stefan's semen any minute now. But I'm sure Ryan is well aware of that too, and as I feel myself ever more giving ground to my ability to maintain a semblance of objectiveness, the sight of Maria rubbing the bulge in my baby's sweatpants is just adding to my desperation.

"You don't have to worry about that happening," is all I can manage to say as my eyes stay locked on the skinny blonde's hand teasing my baby's organ. 

All I can say is thank God for all the mirrors that are in this room, and as I watch Sandra disrobing fully for the very first time, the thought of those few times in the movies that I saw her naked flood my head as I watch her and the skinny slut pulling Ryan's t-shirt and sweatpants off of him. Who's hijacking the story now is all I can think as both whores get on their knees and begin tonguing my baby's carrot, and as hard as it is for me to admit this while I'm being impaled ruthlessly stroke after stroke, there's a part of me that is actually jealous. I don't know if it's because of whom they are but clearly its making me uncomfortable, and as hard as it is to believe, there's nothing more dangerous than a woman who feels her lover is being stolen away from her.   

"Why don't you go home and suck your own son's cock," I say knowing Sandra will know I'm talking to her now.

Ryan can tell I'm getting agitated too, and as each slut takes turns sliding their mouths up and down his cock, the only thought I have now is getting Stefan to fill me with his cream before Ryan explodes in one of their mouths. Why am I so panicked about what they are doing? It's not like I haven't seen him being blown by Katie a hundred times already, but this is different, and clearly it's touched a nerve inside me that just won't go away.

"If you help me seduce him I won't have to suck your son's dick anymore," Sandra replies letting me know for the first time just how tempted she is about the thought of taking her son as her lover.

"I can't hold it anymore," Stefan moans as my eyes stay locked on the two whores that are driving my baby to the brink of shooting his load as well.

The sound of my own son's moans as he starts ejaculating is usually something akin to a religious experience for me, but not this time, and as I watch Sandra's head bobbing up and down his dick as he releases his cream down her throat, the thought of actually enticing her son into this little group of pleasure of ours is starting to take hold. Of course I doubt she would be bold enough to do it in front of the Hathaway's, but coming over to my house or Katie's would certainly be a more plausible environment for her to take advantage of him.  

"Are you serious," I say wondering if Sandra will indeed know what it is that is going through my head now as my insides are bathed in thick white semen.

"If you help me make it as if he wanted it, I'll pay you what you make here in a year," she says making my head try and calculate the possible windfall from such an erotic excursion.

              *

Ryan and I have been ever so slowly bringing Tommy closer and closer to accepting the fact that's it OK for his dick to be hard when he looks at his mother. And all those subtle hints that we know full well are designed to zero in on the debate that is raging inside him as to what he's feeling makes me feel almost like a sex therapist as I manipulate him towards the end result that I'm sure he's actually craving too. But first he has to know that he's not the only nineteen year-old boy that jerks off dreaming about his own mother with her legs spread wide open, and of course Ryan has played his role perfectly of being just as infatuated with me as Tommy is with his mother.  

At first I thought Sandra was just joking when she said I had two weeks to work my magic on her son, but when she described the tropical island that she rented for a month as their get away from the scrutiny and pressures of celebrity life, I just knew how desperate she was to attaining that blissful union Ryan and I have each time we make love together. For her, she sees it for what it is, and although most would view it as an abomination of maternal instincts gone astray, the secret truth is that most women at one point or another have actually struggled with this issue as their panties moistened thinking about their teenage sons' sliding inside them. It's just one of those things that can't be talked about, and yet, it's just so undeniably true too. 

But last night Tommy watched in shock as my head bobbed up and down Ryan's cock without any hint of shame, and although he pretended to be sleeping as I stole the sweet nectar from my baby's balls, I knew full well his eyes were feasting on my every move. I have to admit how excited it made me feel as I stroked and licked the last of Ryan's seed knowing that his eyes had never seen such a spectacle, but the truth is I loved every salacious minute of it too. How many boys out there wish that their own mother would come in and give them that very special kiss goodnight like I did to my baby last night, no doubt many I'm sure. 

"You two are up early," I say as I spy both boys coming into the kitchen.

It truly is amazing how the Hathaway's have orchestrated this little two week excursion the four of us are enjoying now, and the little white lie that I'm an old high school friend of Sandra's just makes it all the more believable too. Of course the fact we're all on this secluded estate taking advantage of a guest cottage that no doubt has many secrets to reveal just makes my princess ache just imaging what these walls could reveal if they could only speak for themselves.

"I can't believe how good I slept," Ryan replies setting the stage for the next level of our planned seduction to escalate to a level every boy with a secret hard-on for his mother would sell his soul for.

It's obvious by the way Tommy is looking at me that he still can't believe what he saw last night, and as I bring the spoon with the thick white yogurt to my lips, my tongue seemingly acting on its own flicks itself out and as though it were licking semen off the head of a cock. I can tell how mesmerized he is by my blatant act of disrespect for all he's probably been taught of how a mother should act, but whether or not I'm being paid to do what I'm doing now, the truth is I'd do it for nothing when I'm as excited as I am now. How can any woman possibly deny herself the pleasures of teasing a young boy the way I'm doing now, and although most would deny it, the truth is they've all done in one way or another already. 

"I wish I slept that good," Tommy says as his eyes stay fixated on the show my tongue is putting on for him.

"You didn't sleep good honey," Sandra says as she sits down at the table next to me while I perform fellatio on the spoon without a hint that what I'm doing is wrong in any way.

"Not as good as Ryan did," Tommy replies as his eyes enjoy the view of two women sitting in robes that are barely buttoned.

I could tell how excited Sandra was when I told her that the little black robe I handed her was going to be the only thing she would wear when the four of us were in the cottage or on the grounds. The fact she didn't have to worry about staff leaking salacious details or pictures of how she walks around the house virtually naked in front of her teenage son just has to be so liberating, and of course, this is only the beginning. She clearly wants her pussy to be sucked and impaled by Tommy in such a way that neither of them will have to deal with issues of guilt of any kind, and the look on her son's face tells me he's already at that point too.

"Sometimes when I know Ryan's having trouble sleeping I give him that special kiss that only a mother truly knows how to give to her son," I say as my eyes lock with Tommy's. 

"Would you'd like me to give you that special kiss too," Sandra asks him with her voice quaking with excitement.

"Every night," is all he replies as the bulge in his shorts reveal just what he thinks about having his mother lock her lips around his swollen organ. 

              *

My God, they're fucking just like animals, this must have been exactly the same way Ryan and I did it that first time too, and as he and I just sit here captivated by the sight of a couple locked together in the throes of passion, the fact their mother and son just adds to excitement. I'm sure there are thousands of mother's out there who if somehow they could arrange a night of passion like this with their own son they'd do it in a heartbeat. But once wouldn't be enough for him, and truthfully her either for that matter, so for that reason alone they'll never feel the thrill of having him slide inside that velvet sleeve that he slid out of so many years ago. I know it's supposed to be so wrong too, but shouldn't every vagina come full circle and feel that salmon coming back home again?

"Can we do this at home," Tommy moans as he turns her over and starts pumping her furiously from behind.  

So this why all those women come to watch me and Ryan fucking with abandonment, and as I can't help but notice the thrill that its causing me to actually know that it's a mother and son copulating in front of me, now I can fully appreciate why it's just so irresistible. It just raises to another level far beyond what a video or even a live performance could possibly ever do, and just knowing they're mother and child adds an element so dangerous that only the most privileged dare to embrace it.

"We have to be so careful," she squeals as even her rectum isn't spared being violated now.

"You can always join us on stage," I say as my fingers find my swollen knob and begin to bring me the relief I need now.

"Would you like to fuck me in a room filled with horny women," she moans as her bowels are being filled with his semen.

"I'll fuck you wherever you want me too," he whispers as his organ empties itself deep inside her.

I can only imagine what the crowd would be like to actually see such a thing happening in front of them, but there's just no way she could ever risk not only her future but Tommy's as well. Then again, she could always stop by Katie's and we all could fuck each other's sons in front of one another and feel that tinge of jealousy too. There's a part of me now that wonders if indeed I've elevated myself to the level of a sexual therapist from what just happened, but more than likely I just opened the door just a bit and both these two eagerly went inside. 

"I want more baby," Sandra moans as I realize she's become a slave to the forbidden pleasures just like Katie, Lauren and I have all fallen prey too.

"You want Ryan now, don't you," I whisper as she turns over and spreads her legs wide open hoping he'd get her massage.

"Please fuck me," she moans as Tommy watches as her flower is being filled with another boys cock.

"I hope you like sloppy seconds," is all I say as I wrap my fingers around Tommy's already hard organ.

"Can I fuck you too," he asks sheepishly as I realize both of them have already joined our circle without even realizing it.

"Whenever you want," I reply as I can already see the look of panic on Sandra's face knowing the door she has opened can't be closed now.