13 comments/ 76359 views/ 56 favorites Coming Full Circle By: ronnie11 How he can just so calmly keep walking around the house with his sweat pants bulging in front of me seems like something out of an illicit dream, and yet here I am with my hands trembling as my panties are already soaking as my vagina again lathers herself into a state of near frenzy. There's definitely a part of me that is struggling with the moral dilemma of allowing him to taunt me so shamelessly, but for some inexplicable reason I just can't seem to summon up the will to put an end to this wonderful show that he's been putting on for me the last several days. It's as if all the parts of my body that have suffered through these painfully long years of celibacy have overwhelmed that part of me that knows right from wrong, and each night now as my fingers bring me to another deliciously inspired orgasm I feel myself surrendering just a little bit more to the notion of actually giving in to what he really wants from me. The truth is I'm enjoying what he is doing to me, and all those supposedly forbidden doors that are slowly beginning to open just don't seem to hold the dread that I thought they would. But then again I'm the one who's ultimately responsible for why he's being so bold, and even though I know I should be experiencing some sort of shame or guilt for what I'm allowing him to do the undeniable truth is that I haven't felt this alive in years. Perhaps that's the real reason why I'm so reluctant to end this little sultry game he's playing with me, and the thought of going back to life as it was before just seems so unthinkable to me now. I wonder just how many teenage boys can honestly say that they've seen their own mother completely nude, and for all those who have no doubt actually experienced such an event I'm sure awkwardness and embarrassment would be the best description of how they both felt. But Ryan and I felt neither of those feelings, and the enormous bulge forming in his gym shorts as his eyes feasted on my exposed flesh said more of what he was really thinking than any words could possibly have ever done. Of course my own inability to take my eyes off his swollen organ wasn't lost on him either, and the fluids dripping down my thighs merely betrayed what was going through my head as well. I'm sure he knew exactly what I was thinking too, and the fact he's my own son didn't seem to faze me in the least. Little did I know when I took my t-shirt off and slid my panties down my legs and throw them in the washer like I've gotten used to doing since he's been away at college that every teenage boy's wish had finally come true for him, and evidently a very frustrated mother's wish too for that matter. Even now I'm still not quite sure how long I stood there paralyzed as the emotions of both arousal and shock ravaged my senses, and as my offering to him of something so coveted by his peers finally began to reach my consciousness the thought of running away in embarrassment very quickly evaporated as his eyes continued to molest me without even the slightest hint of shame. He couldn't have done that to me last September, and the thought of him sliding in and out of some young co-ed just seemed to push me even further past my maternal instincts. He's a man now my princess kept whispering to me, and between his gorgeous young body and enormous bulge sticking straight out at me it was all I could do not to drop to my knees and offer him my mouth and tongue to him. Luckily for me he didn't take advantage of my moment of weakness but we both knew the dynamics of our relationship had fundamentally been altered in a way neither one of us even now still quite understands. Of course he's very much aware of just how vulnerable I am now, and the sight of his erection after he showers I fear is slowly starting to grind away my ability to resist his advances towards me for much longer. Truly Mother Nature has played its cruelest joke on me, and for her to team me with a teenage boy whose organ is always hard as years of celibacy eat away at me just seems like an opportunity too perfect for me to ignore. The fact I feel no sirens blaring in my head about possibly taking him as my lover surprises me, and yet I'm sure I'm not the only mother who has contemplated doing what to most is unthinkable. But it happens, and now I'm starting to think it's a lot more common than I ever imagined. I remember in college reading a novel about a woman roughly my age washed ashore onto a deserted island with her young son, and as the years slowly passed it became evident to her that the sight of his erection revealed what he was thinking about as his eyes took in every inch on her nearly naked body. By then of course all their clothing had nearly rotted away, and once he decided to fully embrace his nudity her fate was truly sealed. For some reason I enjoyed reading as she tried to rationalize away sliding her hand up and down his virgin organ to give him relief, but eventually he was able to resist her pitiful attempts of stroking him so soon her mouth and tongue were being used without the need to justify it to her tortured conscience any longer. They were no longer mother and son as far as their bodies were concerned, and as his semen bathed her internally night after night it finally occurred to her how sad it was that if it wasn't for them being marooned she never would have discovered such passion the likes of which she never thought possible. The not so well kept secret that I have to finally acknowledge now is that I've known for years what Ryan's been thinking about as I felt his eyes freely roaming up and down my body, and when I found his stash of porn on his computer it merely confirmed it too. My long thin legs and tiny ass coupled with breasts so small that I look more like a high school sophomore than a grown woman are what he likes to get off too, and the fact my slender frame drives him wild is just further adding to the pressure that is building between my legs now. Of course it's the image of his gym shorts straining to keep him restrained that's fueling my orgasms now, and he's very much aware of that fact too. It's as if I've become a teenage girl who's being tempted with a treat so special that more and more of my waking hours are being devoted to thinking of whether or not I should actually accept what he's offering me. But I have the whole summer to explore a side of life so few women have ever experienced, and the thought of milking him just like the tortured mother on the island did is the only thing that keeps going through my head now. It'll be so easy too, and no doubt after a week or two of my hand ejaculating him he'll be begging me for even more. But I have to have patience now, and even though my princess is awash in her own fluids the thought of teasing him like I use to do to his father is what I really want to do. Dick teasing is what Jack said I was most good at, and for Ryan he may very well see aside of me he never suspected even existed before. Then again, maybe all I should do is just let him exhaust all these cravings he has for me and accept these guiltless thrills as my fingers frantically rub me to ever more spectacular climaxes. I just find it so odd if it wasn't for our encounter in the basement probably none of this would have ever happened, and I'm quite sure most of the boys his age wouldn't even waste a glance at me either. Why would they, after all I look like twice my age at times with knee length skirts and dowdy looking blouses. But what none of them could ever imagine is the fire that's roaring between my legs, and even though I appear so much like a harmless bookworm there's a reason why I hide myself away from prying eyes. We all have secrets, and I learned a long time ago about the need to stay under the radar because what might happen once I'm discovered for who I really am. It was only a few years ago at my friend Gail's house as I walked around the pool in a boring one piece swim suit that I sensed Ryan and her son's eyes undressing me, and as my nipples stiffened along with that terrible ache between my legs I just knew they had discovered that side of me I've tried so hard to keep hidden for so long. What I couldn't deny was that my weakness for enjoying being molested by their eyes along with the fact both their swimming trunks were bulging wasn't lost on me either, and of course I've since never allowed myself to be put in that position with either one of them again. But the truth is I yearn to feel a partners loving gaze again, and when I finally surrendered myself to Jack and let all my darkest desires and urges out he was absolutely astounded at what he stumbled upon. There are no rules in Nature as far as who has a normal sex drive versus one that is off the charts, and I've known since puberty that mine is way beyond anything that could be considered normal. At one time I had a fear that perhaps I might turn into a nymphomaniac one day because once I get aroused the need to be filled by my lover becomes so overwhelming for me, but I only unleash my rage on those that I love, and the fact Ryan is my son isn't hampering the cramps I get almost continually now because of the need I'm feeling to have him slide inside me. "I was wondering if maybe we could go to Best Buy and get that 27 inch monitor you want," is all I say as I enter his room exposing myself to another dose of the sight of his rock hard organ that clearly has become an addiction for me now. It's as though his body instantly throws an invisible switch as his member begins to gorge itself on the blood that his heart is furiously pumping to fill its length and girth, and there's absolutely no hint of shame or embarrassment on his part either. All I can do now is just stand here and marvel at what my eyes are showing me, and the throbbing between my legs coupled with the pounding of my heart just makes me think this is just some sort of cruel hoax that I'll awake from with my fingers buried deep inside me. But this is no hoax, and the material of his sweat pants threatening to rip apart just proves it too. My college roommate once dated a guy with a really huge dick, and sometimes when they thought I was sleeping I'd lay there and watch in disbelief as he slowly disappeared inside her. How something so big could suddenly vanish without a trace absolutely fascinated me, and it soon became apparent though that they knew I was watching them too. Maybe because of what I was exposed to at home as a young girl may explain why I have such a kinky side to me, and I just found it so exciting watching them as though my presence had somehow become a part of their lovemaking. I remember listening to her whimpering as he continually bottomed out inside her as his cock drove its full length again and again was just something that definitely turned me on too. But big dicks have limitations, and not every vagina is capable of being stretched and penetrated so deeply the way Susan's was night after night, but I have to admit that I wish I had taken them up on their offer to have joined them at least once anyway. But that old fear of them unmasking me wouldn't allow that to happen, but now I'm not quite so sure if I would be able to control myself if put in that position again. "I'd like that," is all he says as our bodies clearly are struggling to maintain this awkward truce that we've been under for what seems like an eternity now. "But first I want us to go to Marshals and get a few things," I say as I watch his face slowly dissolve into disappointment at the thought of having to accompany his mother clothes shopping as though he were a child again. "Maybe you can get a new bathrobe," he instantly replies as thoughts of replacing my old worn-out ankle length one with a much shorter one fills my head as my eyes are unable to break free from the serpent who has me totally mesmerized as though I were a tiny bird staring into the eyes of a creature who will show no mercy to it. "Maybe," I hear myself reply so shockingly flirtatiously in a way that even surprises me. * It would just be so easy for me to simply rationalize away what the two of us are going through now as just a freakish anomaly of Nature, but the truth I can't deny any longer is that the seeds for what I'm feeling now were planted almost 25 years ago. Every family has secrets whether they want to admit or not, and because my brother Mark and I are twins there was just a physical chemistry between us that many couples married for decades still can't match. I still remember the time I was caught going into the shower with him and was scolded because it was considered inappropriate for me to do so, and because we had always shared our nudity with each other since being toddlers neither one of us quite understood why it was so wrong for us to do anymore. But I obeyed our mother's wishes even though I didn't agree with her, and as we both struggled when our hormones began to overwhelm us as teenagers we eventually turned to each other for relief. Maybe it was just an accident of fate that I opened his door when he was lying naked on his bed stroking himself, and all the magazines surrounding him that I had already secretly leafed through with pictures of gorgeous young models with their legs spread wide open and covered with semen that always left me with my panties soaking wet. But neither of us flinched as he finally started to ejaculate, and as I watched in utter awe at what was exploding out of him I just knew deep inside me that this wasn't going to be the last time I'd watch this scene unfolding in front of me. I think it was just too alluring for me to deprive myself of actually witnessing something of such beauty happening again, and he certainly wasn't embarrassed about doing it in front of me either. I'm sure every boy his age would have been so envious of how he had his own sister's eyes on him as he so easily stroked himself again and again in front of me, and because of that powerful chemistry we had for one another it was only a matter of a few weeks before all I was wearing were my panties. It was also so obvious that he no longer was using just the images in the magazines as a source for his orgasms, and as I began to mimic some of the poses that I knew he enjoyed one day I just slid my panties down my legs and tossed them at him as his eyes feasted on my virgin pussy. I still remember the look on his face even now as I spread my long thin legs ever so seductively for him, and as he literally exploded because of what I was showing him I just knew how right it felt what we were doing together. Of course it goes without saying that I started to tease him mercilessly even with the threat of Pauline as we started to call Mom back then catching me modeling myself for his hungry eyes. I think it was just that adrenaline rush that made me start wearing ever shorter t-shirts around the house, and as every girl at that age knows it's just so easy to feign innocence while skillfully casting that net of seduction over our prey. Maybe it was because I was still a virgin that she allowed me so much freedom to explore my budding sexuality, and it just seemed like she was oblivious to what was developing between us, or so we thought. Needless to say it wasn't long before it was my hand that was sliding up and down him, and of course his fingers were soon sliding in and out of me as we both struggled with our urges that were rapidly building deep inside us. Looking back through the eyes of a mother now I can see how foolish we were to think we could have kept what we were doing a secret for very long. And as Mark became ever bolder sneaking into my room in the middle of the night and sliding his cock between my legs torturing both our bodies as he teased my juicy slit begging to come inside me until he finally pasted my stomach and tiny tits with his cum. Sometimes we'd just lay there all sticky holding each other like lovers are supposed to do, and a few times I even woke discovering he had not gone back into his own room. It just seemed so magical what we were doing together, but we both knew we wanted a lot more than just settling for orgasms that always ended with both of us wishing he was buried deep inside me. What is it about a brother and sister making love that is so wrong when it's consensual? We both desperately wanted it too, and even though he was the one who was the extrovert with the athlete's physique while I was the gangly small breasted bookworm who thrived on erotic novels so explicit that I'm sure the nuns would have blushed if they had ever read one. But as it turned out those sultry stories were the catalyst for what was ultimately drawing us together as lovers, and as my need to feel his embrace because of the graphicness of some of the stories I was reading I soon began slipping inside his room to get relief as well. We were both on the brink as even our mouths could no longer placate the urge to become one, and one night as I straddled his face while my mouth slid up and down him I saw the sliver of light from the door being opened that alerted me that we had been discovered. I wonder just many mothers have ever opened their daughter's bedroom door and caught her sixty-nineing with her lover like we were doing? And as I waited for the yelling and screaming to come as Mark's tongue just kept driving me towards my own orgasm while my head continued bobbing up and down him it just never came, and even though it was probably only a minute or so that she stood there watching us before closing the door I felt both a chill and a thrill unlike anything I had ever felt before. Of course Mark was ecstatic as I described to him in detail what had happened while his face was buried between my thighs, and because of that mother and teenage son tension that I wasn't quite aware of back then the thought of her actually watching me sucking him was just as thrilling for him as it was for me. We both seemed to thrive off of the fact we were caught doing something that even if we were girlfriend and boyfriend we surely would have gotten us a rebuke from her. But as it came time for me to go downstairs for breakfast the butterflies began forming in my stomach as I wasn't sure what she was going to say to me about what she had stumbled upon. Amazingly she initially acted as though the revelation of what she came upon was of no importance, but later as we strolled through the Mall just like we've done a thousand times before she suddenly said she was going to make an appointment with Dr. Taylor about putting me on the pill. Why it is that I can still recall with such clarity all those memories still amazes me even now, and as we walked through the Mall with that terrible ache between my legs I just knew she was well aware of my agony. That's when I started to look at her through eyes that a daughter usually doesn't do to her own mother, and the fact she was both an editor and illustrator for the small publishing company whose sultry novels I devoured that she brought home made me wonder if there was indeed a connection for why she was allowing us such freedom. I'm sure most mothers never would have allowed their teenage daughters access to such erotica, and years later as I read one of the books I swear it was about exactly what happened not only between me and Mark, but her as well. If ever there was a mother and daughter that were so different on the outside it certainly was us, and with her so easily wearing short skirts and tight jeans along with skimpy tops that accented her femininity while I preferred to shun trying to appeal to any boy's eyes just seemed to make us so opposite. But the sound of her bed making that unmistakable rhythm as she made love with both her boss and lover told me we weren't so different after all, and I think we both had a raging fire burning between our legs that only but a few women are either blessed or cursed with depending on how you look at it. Coming Full Circle * "So why the long face," I say as I sit opposite Gail in the little hideaway restaurant we both so love much. It's obvious from the expression on her face that something is wrong, and because we've been best friends since 5th grade there hasn't been much we haven't shared together. Although that magical time with Mark is probably the only time I haven't shared every thought, fear and hope with her, and when Jack was dying I don't know what I would have done without her. But there's definitely something wrong, and I know her well enough to know that she has to tell me when she is ready. "Maryellen wants Josh to take her back," she says of the girl he's been dating on again off again for the last year or so. Teenage romances can get so complicated, and even though they think they know the ups and downs they're actually so ill prepared for what might happen. Thank God Ryan never really dated anyone in high school, and now that he has me waiting for him on vacations and breaks I doubt he'll actively peruse anyone. Of course the problem I'm having now is that it's only been 3 weeks since he left and already I'm fit to be tied, and each night as I finger myself I just know how intolerable it's going to be until he comes home again. It's as though something has been unleashed inside me that can't be satisfied with just my finger, and going back to a life of celibacy makes me feel almost desperate at times. "Is he seriously thinking about it," I ask knowing full well that he probably is. "Let's face it, at his age all he really wants is someone to fuck, and she'll let him have as much pussy as he wants until she gets herself pregnant and he's paying for a kid that he's not ready to have," she says so angrily and then quickly adds, "I'll start fucking him myself if that's what it takes to keep that conniving little bitch away from him." Luckily for her she's with the one woman who actually thinks that's not such a bad idea, and from what Ryan has told me about how he and Josh have both obsessed over the two us for years now it really wouldn't be that hard for her to do. But then again we only really crossed that line because of my throwing my clothes into the washer and accidentally bumping into each other as opposed to her consciously deciding to go into his room every night and giving him what he needs. Once a teenage boy gets a taste of what it's like to between the legs of a young girl it's nearly impossible to break him wanting to keep going back for more. But Gail has a lot more to offer than just what a naïve eighteen year old does, and once Josh feels her lips wrapped around him that first time Maryellen will be the last thing he'll be thinking about as he explodes in his mother's mouth. "Too bad we can't find a surrogate for him," I say sheepishly as I feel that terrible ache beginning to start between my legs as the images of her and Josh actually fucking on her deck begins to form in my head. Its funny how she and I are so opposite in so many ways, and even though she's outgoing, flirtatious and self-assured unlike me I have a feeling that when she's naked she's just as insatiable as I am. Almost every time we go over to use the pool she's dressed in a bikini that would get her thrown off most public beaches, and I'm sure it's not an accident either. But teasing is one thing, and being able to steal yourself into your own son's room and peel back the sheets and start sucking his cock is just something most women might think about as they finger themselves but just can't summon up the courage to actually follow thru with it. I honestly don't know if she could will herself to do it, but I know I can, and the throbbing between my legs tells me I'd do it in a heartbeat if the opportunity would only present itself to me. "A surrogate," is all she says as I can see the look in her eyes that makes me thinks she's at least a little bit intrigued with the idea. "It's just a thought," I say as now I'm not sure if I should have even brought it up. "C'mon Jan, I know you to well to know that your wheels are spinning now," she says guessing correctly that I'm suddenly taken with the idea of servicing Josh so he'll stay away from Maryellen while quenching my own thirst for pleasure that I know I can't live without for any length of time now. One of the many things that fascinated me so much with taking Ryan as my lover was gaining insight into the world of teenage boys. You would think it would not be as complex as their female counter parts, but I certainly was surprised at the depth and thought process that they put into ever new ways to get themselves off. It's all about either jerking off or finding someone who will do it to them, and if they're lucky enough to find a girl willing to do even more then as far as they are concerned that's a relationship. Too bad it has to get so muddled because of pregnancy and STD's, and if it wasn't for that they'd all be screwing like rabbits on every street corner until they matured enough to see past their own lust. "All I'm saying is if he had another outlet where he could vent his frustrations I'm sure the allure of Maryellen would fade very quickly," I say as I cross my legs trying to appease the tyrant that is ravaging my helpless princess now. "All you're really saying is once he starts sliding inside another pussy on a regular basis he'll let go of the idea of getting back with her," she replies without hesitation. I can see the look in her eyes as she's staring at me in a way that tells me her wheels are spinning now, and I'm sure she's focusing on me in a way I bet she thought she never would. Then again, I saw how her penetrating gaze went right through me that time I sought the sanctuary of her kitchen because the feeling of my body being molested by both her son as well as my own that triggered a reaction in me that I couldn't hide from her. A woman's intuition is just something that men just seem so oblivious too, and yet it's rarely wrong either. "We'd just have to find someone that he's attracted too, that's all," I say as though I can already tell what she's thinking. "I know someone he's attracted too, and so do you," she says as my panties are now awash with fluids that are literally flowing out of me now. * "Are the two of you trying to seduce me," Gail asks me as her voice is quivering because of what her eyes are revealing to her? "Do you want us too," is all is all I reply as the fact my face and hair are pasted with her son's semen clearly has her unnerved. For almost two weeks she begged me to come over and try out the new hot tub she just had installed in her basement, and even though I knew full well the real reason behind her request I tried my best to resist going over to her house. But unfortunately my own almost crippling urges were becoming unbearable for me to deal with, and out of desperation I finally agreed knowing what might happen if I lost control of myself. Obviously there was clearly an attraction I felt for Josh, and Maryellen's trying to get back with him was causing Gail to turn to me in a way I doubt most people would ever understand. But I went over with that terrible ache literally forcing me to go, and when she told me she'd be down in a few minutes I could feel my thighs starting to tremble with anticipation. I don't know how I knew but I just did, and as I walked through the basement the sight of Josh lifting weights completely nude startled me in a way I hadn't quite expected. Between his chiseled physique and gorgeous organ sticking straight out I felt as though I were dreaming, and as he let the weights down and started to walk towards me I suddenly felt my swim suit sliding down my legs as though someone other than myself was doing it. There are truly no words to describe how I felt as he picked me up as though I were a tiny ballerina and as if it was so perfectly choreographed I wrapped my long legs around his narrow waist and he slid right inside me as though his beast knew exactly where it was supposed to go. It just seemed so magical how he was able to accomplish such a feat as though we had practiced it a hundred times before, and as his huge hands held the cheeks of my ass as though they were two small tea cups made of china he slowly started to slide in and out of me with the momentum of his piston like organ gaining speed as I felt so powerless other than to feel myself being penetrated in a way I've never been before. It was almost dreamlike for me as my pussy was being so dominated with thrusts so deep and then pulled out only to start the cycle all over again, and as I was being molested I watched as though it was happening in slow motion as Gail walked by me as if the sight of me being impaled was an everyday occurrence for her. I'm still not sure if it was actually her or I was just caught up in a moment of bliss because of what was happening to me, and I've seen videos of young girls who were paired with such muscular brutes who simply over powered them the way Josh did to me. When he finally did ejaculated inside me after what seemed like a roller coaster ride I'll never forget he let me down ever so gently and it was all I could do crawl to the hot tub where Gail was waiting for me. It just all seemed so surreal as I sat there naked with her as though nothing truly out of the ordinary had just happened, and as I regained my composure I realized it did happen and I wasn't lying in my bed still dreaming with my fingers buried deep inside me. I'm not sure how long we sat talking but the sudden feeling of two powerful hands lifting me up as if I were weightless made me aware my lover had come back for even more pleasure, and as he carried me back to the waiting futon I could see the look on Gail's face that told me how aroused she had become. How many mother's not only get to see their own son naked but also buried deep inside another woman's vagina, and I'm sure there have been times where a bedroom door was opened by mistake but this certainly wasn't one of them. "Isn't it beautiful what we're doing together," I finally say in hopes of getting some sort of a response from her. I didn't think about it at the time because I was too caught up in the moment but I remember Gail had told me a year or two ago that Josh has started working out in the nude. Needless to say she knew what was waiting for me when I walked down those stairs, but ultimately it was my decision as somehow my bathing suit seemed to come off of me without my even being aware of it. I have to wonder though how many times she made that journey like I did with the sight of such a gorgeous creature offering himself to her if only she would accept his advances. So now this is already the third Saturday night I've come to play the role of the surrogate, and it was immediately apparent to me that first night that he didn't just want us to merely go up to his bedroom and lock ourselves away as though we were hiding what we were doing together. I suppose most women in my place would be mortified to be doing the things we so freely did in front of Gail, and because of my past experience of feeling my own mother's eyes on me as I was pleasuring my own brother I'm clearly not one of them. The truth is I crave attention when I'm locked together with my lover, and the way she is struggling now because of what she's seen is just adding to the fury between my legs. "I never imagined he was going to take you that first time right out in the open," she finally replies in a voice still choked with emotion. Perhaps it was just a coincidence but all the mirrors on the walls just seemed to be so strategically placed, and as I was able to watch myself in a way that made it seem like I was watching a steamy video of some poor wretch being ravaged in a way that only pushed me even further out of control. It was obvious as I moaned for him to fuck me harder he couldn't believe how such a docile appearing woman when fully clothed could turn into such an insatiable slut by merely disrobing, and the fact I could feel his mother's eyes on me just added to the enjoyment I was feeling. "Why should we hide," I say as each time I've come over it wasn't long before I felt her eyes on us just like when Pauline couldn't resist her urges to watch me and Mark making love. I have to admit that Josh excels when it comes to performing for the camera, and just like me he seems to have no sense of shame or embarrassment either. The fact he knows his mother is watching just seems to egg him on even more, and between his body builder physique and porn star sized organ it's easy to understand why she's so infatuated with what's being presented to her. I remember the first time I found those explicit videos on Ryan's computer how shocked I was at how young the actors and actresses were, and that fact alone just made it even more erotic as far as I was concerned. I'm not saying I have the body of a teenager but I certainly think I can hold my own when compared to some of those sultry nymphs. "I don't want you too," she replies and then quickly adds, "You're right, it is beautiful." Sometimes I actually do feel just like a petite gymnast as I'm so easily hoisted in the air by arms rippling with steel like muscles, and as my vagina and her naughty sister prepare themselves for which of them is going to be violated first the anxiety I feel as he works his routine for the benefit of his mother's eyes is absolutely spellbinding. Last week as he laid flat on the futon and so easily held me aloft with his hands cupping my cheeks as it seemed like I was suspended in midair, and then he slowly lowered me as if letting his beast decide which of my two sleeves it wanted to burrow itself into, and it wasn't until the fifth or sixth time of my princess being filled that I felt the lips of my anus being pressured as the look on Gail's face told me just how enthralled she was with what she was witnessing. I think there was just something about being so overpowered the way I was that made it all the more alluring for me, and even though it seemed to take forever as the lips of anus slowly gobbled down his entire length as all I could do was stare in utter amazement at the reflection in the mirror. As hard as it was for me to believe the image was really me and I soon accepted it as he slowly lifted me up and then started the process all over again. It was as if he was playing a game of Russian roulette as his cock glistening with my juices randomly filled one hole and then the other as all I could do was whimper out soft moans each time he bottomed out inside me. It was truly an experience I'll never forget, and I know how wrong it was as far as hygiene and getting a nasty bladder infection is concerned but I doubt any woman feeling the way I was being penetrated would have wanted anything done differently. For me the sight of both my sultry holes gaping wide open as thick while globs of semen oozed out of my pussy is one that I will always cherish, and even though there was a time when good girls didn't get fucked in the ass I think that time has come and gone. Virtually every one of the videos featuring girls no older than eighteen or nineteen routinely have both their holes stretched by some lucky boy, and as Ryan pointed out to me it's not that uncommon for one girl to take on two lovers anymore. But it wasn't that long ago that the idea of having two partners meant for me that one would be inside me while my mouth was riding up and down the other's cock. Of course his hope is that one day he and Josh will both be buried inside me and Gail just like in the videos, and I'd be lying if I didn't say I wasn't a little bit intrigued with the idea. "C'mon," is all I say as I grab her hand and head down towards what has now become my favorite place to make love. The feeling of her hand trembling in mine tells me just how excited she is at the prospect of having done to her what she's seen done to me, and as I drop my robe revealing my nudity to her she pulls the tiny t-shirt off and slides her panties down her legs. She's just a little shorter than I am with nearly the same build too, and except for the two small melons on her chest we could easily pass for sisters the way we are now. Of course like me her princess is hairless as well, and the glistening of her thighs just alerts me how ready she is take her son's tool deep inside her. "Is this what you want," she says to Josh as he stands there almost not believing what his eyes are showing him. "I've always wanted it," he replies as he comes over and picks her up so gently as her legs instinctively wrap themselves around his waist as somehow he manages to slide inside her still baffling me at how he seems to be able to do it with such ease. "Me too," is all she replies as he slowly starts to slide in and out of her in a way that I know is going to have her moaning in no time. "Be gentle," I whisper hoping he won't just treat her as if she's a rag doll like he does to me sometimes. "Are you sleeping with Ryan," she asks surprising me with her question. "Yes," I reply so sheepishly. "Good, then I'm not alone," she says as Josh's hands tightens their grip on her ass and begins to bounce her as though she's a small beach ball as her low moans begin to grow louder with each thrust. * It's just so hard to believe that a year has already gone by since I took Ryan as my lover, and as much as I thought I knew everything there was to know about him I've discovered a side to him that never would have been available to me if we did not become lovers. There's just something about intimacy and lying in each other's arms after we've given each other unselfish pleasures that allows us to express our fears, hopes insecurities and a host of other emotions that surely would not have been accessible for it were not for us becoming one. I think it's just that element of unconditional love that has allowed us such freedom to open ourselves without worrying about judgement or rejection becoming an issue between us. If only others could find such peace and tranquility like I have with him, and I just know that if only there was a way where the word consensual would offer some sort of cover they'd be a lot more households that wouldn't be so dysfunctional as there is now. There are just so many more doors to open if you dare to take your own son inside you, and like that poor wretch on the island who finally had to surrender herself to urges so natural that afterwards she realized if only other women could be exposed to what she was feeling they'd all being pulling the sheets covering off their sons and becoming one with them. Of course it goes without saying that the carnal pleasures are unlike anything I could possibly ever hope to experience, and with the addition of two more creatures who are blessed with desires and cravings just like Ryan and I have makes me wonder sometimes if all of this is just a wonderful dream I'll wake from with tears in my eyes because it all seems so real. But it's not a dream, and each time Ryan and Josh slip inside me together as though they were one lover and satisfying me in a way words alone could never do justice to what it feels like to have both their long thick organs burrowing ever deeper inside me. Gail likened it to when she gave birth to Josh as she felt herself being stretched internally as he threatened to rip her apart, but this time the pain and contractions come without the agony as the sensation of both of them gently sliding in and out together in perfect harmony as my princess and her naughty sister adjust themselves accordingly. For me it sometimes leaves me bewildered as I peek at the mirror and see an image that terrifies me as that fear they'll tear the membrane that separates my vagina and rectum might actually happen. But I know it never will, and when they finally cum inside me and I feel my bowels being filled all that hot sticky semen it's as if I'm in another world. Coming Full Circle Remarkably both boys are very much attuned to both Gail and my fears of being hurt while they're both buried deep inside us, and even though Josh has a tendency to treat me like a hand puppet at times he's shown great gentleness and patience as he lowers me so slowly allowing my anus to accept his entire length and adjust itself as Ryan eases himself into my vagina. I think it's definitely not for the faint of heart, and as I've learned to cope with the feeling of being so completely stuffed the exhilaration of having my bowels bathed with all that hot semen just makes it seem like an outer body experience. But of course now Gail learned that when I'm being impaled by them she gently flicks her fingers against my tiny knob and gives me an orgasm that literally leaves me trembling and moaning as they methodically continue to bottom out inside me again and again until they finally cum. I just don't think anything compares to having two lovers with such huge organs sliding in and out of you at the same time, but I've found that it's a delight that can only be done a few times a month at best. Everything comes with a price, and a sore anus is the price I have to pay some times to achieve bliss unlike any other I've ever felt. Although Gail seems to have adjusted better than I have as far as having both of them inside her, and perhaps with time I might too. But there's just so much more to experience than just concentrating on what two teenage boys obsess about, and the chemistry we all have together now goes way beyond friendship or affection. Never in a million years did I think I would ever put my lips on another woman's vagina, as it became evident those first few weeks when Josh was making love to the both of us I found myself craving the salty cocktail that was slowly oozing out of her. Truthfully I was a bit apprehensive at what she might do if I started to lick her where only women who are supposedly lesbians dare to go, but when she pulled my head down and rubbed my face in her pussy as semen continued to seep out I just knew she and I had opened another door together. As hard as the boys try the fact is their tongues usually don't have a clue how to please us, and for us to not only taste the creamy nectar that was shot in either one of us but also feast on the juices our own pussy's secrete is a treat I just never expected to taste. Of course it goes without saying that both boys love the fact we go down on each other, and there's a part of me that wishes that they'd try it just once with each other as Gail and I rub ourselves enjoying a fantasy that I just know will never happen. The sad truth is neither one is secure enough to take the other's organ in his mouth, at least not with us watching. But now as I'm pulling into the driveway of the house where all the things that have shaped me to who I have become as a mother, woman, lover and a hundred other things I didn't realize about myself before this last year of carnal delight swept over me. It's funny how that cliché about never being able to go home again keeps going through my head now, and knowing that Mark has finally reached the point where he needs me not only just as his lover but also one who is going to offer him an awakening of new ways to look at life. The fact Gail and Ryan were finally able to get me to wear a tight pair of Levis and skimpy top out in public speaks so much of how I've expanded my world since allowing Ryan to slip inside me. I guess for me I've come full circle now, and the throbbing between my legs tells me I'm just as horny now as I was so long ago.