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Divine Depravity Ch. 01

By: Pennedpassions



When Lisa first shared her story with me and approved my initial write-up (posted eight years ago under different screen name), many have asked about the rest of her story. After the first posting, Lisa made some additional suggestions (adding more titillating details) that led to a revision and improvements. The first three chapters will help remind previous fans and familiarize new readers with her story, before adding the rest of the story. 

The reader is invited to fully experience this erotic adventure in its entirety, not letting the length dissuade. Just as it takes time and patience to overcome barriers to incestuous relating, so also it takes time to describe the seduction. Those willing to savor the slow voyeuristic seduction will find the eventual climax that much more fulfilling and satisfying.

A dark form slowly moved toward me, then suddenly was kneeling over me. The sense of foreboding mixed with inexplicable feelings of excitement and anticipation was overwhelming as I lay there. Vainly I tried to move, but remained paralyzed, barely able to breathe. My throat tightened as I felt the pounding in my chest. I was sliding into a panic—or was I? Somehow it felt different. Hands clasped my breasts, gently massaging. The violation was so wrong, while feelings of pleasure that coursed through me seemed even worse. The hands began moving up my legs, higher and higher, grazing the inside of my thighs until...I gasped, waking with a start.

As I lay there in a cold sweat, panting in the dark, I flashed on my eighteenth birthday the previous day. It was miserable day, leading to an early bedtime. But why had I dreamed about such a...Suddenly I became aware of my own hands buried in forbidden territory. I let them linger—only briefly—as I came to my senses and quickly pulled away. What was I doing? The Promise; it was pervasive and overwhelming. Would it always be this way? 

I might never have made that promise years ago had I fully understood the implications. Most would say it was a crazy commitment made in the ignorance and idealism of youth. I was acceding to the wishes of my dying mother—hardly something I should be held to. Promising to keep my passions in check during my teens was unrealistic, to say the least. But against all odds, my love for Mom had me honor that promise as I waited for its fulfillment. 

I never tire of reliving those early years, including the very painful times, keeping Mom alive within me. Only in later years did I come to understand that the exhilaration of the mountain-top experience is only possible after passing through valley of significant pain. At the time, denying pleasure seemed like a pointless exercise. I never dreamed it would set the stage for my loving family and friends helping to unleash an overwhelming torrent of pleasure. 

The newness and excitement of discovering passions—first forbidden, then welcomed—provided experiences that were indelibly imprinted, never to be forgotten. I can still vividly recall those images and conversations that lead to the first and most intense sexual experiences of my life. This set the stage for a lifetime of erotic adventures few can even imagine, leading to sharing with you my story of how it all began.

I had just turned 18 and was amazingly sexually naïve at the time. That was obvious, since I was still a virgin and hadn't even dated. No, it wasn't that I was ugly or lacked opportunities. But I wasn't open to this, having sealed off that area of my life—assuring myself that it was unnecessary. I was in full control, honoring the promise I made, and believed I was not subject to the usual urges of teens. However, my confidence was an illusion. I was unaware of the volcano of sexual energy and tension buried within, or the torrent of insatiable passion that would erupt to play out in the coming year. 

I certainly had no inkling of this on my birthday. I remember thinking that it was one of the saddest days of my life. My mom had died almost four years previous and I was still grieving the loss. The notion of experiencing pleasure in any endeavor was absent—a gnawing void—making the refusal to date an easy choice. 

I continued to live for my mother, throwing myself into studies with a fervor that bordered on an obsession. As I turned 18 and thought about my future, I suddenly questioned what I was about. I realized there was no one I was close to, no one to invite to a celebration and nothing to really celebrate. As I sat staring out my bedroom window, I thought back, reflecting on how I had come to be so very alone.

It certainly wasn't always that way. I had several friends in grade-school and was especially close to Rick, a boy two years my senior, who lived nearby. Admittedly, being close with a guy in grade-school was unusual. However, our parents were best friends, making it inevitable that two only children would become more like brother and sister. Our families were always together at each others' houses, and we'd often vacation together. Both our parents were in mixed marriages, and dealing with the inevitable southern prejudice had us all pulling together. 

There were also times when our parents said they needed adult time, and would leave us with sitters, while the four of them took off somewhere. Rick and I would play together for hours with board games, hide-and-seek and make-believe. We enjoyed those magical years during when senses are rewarded and the pain accompanying reason and logic has not yet broken through.

But my storybook life abruptly ended with Mom's terminal illness. It was thankfully brief, as her suffering was often unbearable. I say that now, but at the time I selfishly wanted it prolonged, trying to capture every moment I could with her. Looking back, the radical turn my life took was a rude awakening from the prolonged carefree innocence of childhood, prematurely forcing me into the painful reality of an adult child. 

Mom's all-encompassing loving and open style played out in the way she approached her death. As much as she wanted to shelter me from her ordeal, she knew that this would only serve her own needs, not mine. In the long run, attempting to cushion my pain would only prolong and intensify it. Accordingly, I learned that she was dying soon after she and Dad were told the devastating news. Over the few remaining months, we shared long talks—about our times together, her death and my life that would follow. 

No topic was off limits, including that all-important discussion of sex and my growth into womanhood. She openly spoke of how she had enjoyed many wonderful sexual experiences in her life and wanted the same for me. She attributed her sexual pleasure mainly to the quality of her early experiences which she related to two things: waiting for sex until she was more mature and having a skilled and caring lover for those first times. 

She said that Daddy was a very unique man, making it very special, as he always put her needs and pleasure first. This gave her confidence in her sexuality and formed the foundation for wonderful erotic experiences during the remainder of her life. Mom told me she wanted to ensure that I would gain the complete fulfillment of passions that few women enjoy, the pleasures that she experienced. 

My parents were very committed to providing an environment that would foster the development of healthy sexual attitudes, leading to positive experiences in the future. They said that the media trivialized and cheapened sex, simply using it for their own economic gain. They believed that the casual and blatant exposure of children to sexual material at an early age was like trying to open a rose before its time, feeling that it took away from the novelty and mystery of erotic exploration and discovery in later years. 

They also felt that these early influences by the media played out later in life, producing adults who were limited by what they had seen and heard, leaving them bound by beliefs, morals and stereotypes that were often limiting and fallacious. It often left others with unrealistic expectations, along with limited skills and abilities in their sexual behavior. They were left bound by the need to model distortions they had learned early on. 

They suggested that this would likely lead to ho-hum sex at best, or painful experiences at worst, as people lacked the capacity for imagination and experimentation that was so essential to sexual fulfillment. Rather than risking unique, individual erotic pursuits, they were limited—bound and molded by influences in the early years. This was so stultifying and stifling that they often lost the God-given creative imagination and energy that was intended, limiting what Mom said was our most erotic organ—the mind.

They wanted me to grow up free of the usual preconceptions, prejudices and judgments about sex, completely open to anything and everything—a unique and authentic individual, willing and able to pursue and realize my full sexual potential on my own terms. That meant keeping me unsullied by the usual influences that would instill preconceptions and stereotypes. 

So my exposure to TV, radio and music was very limited, leaving me rather out of touch with my peers. At times, I resented my parents' restrictions, especially as I got older. But this was tempered by my trust in Mom. She repeatedly reminded me that one day I would appreciate the rewards that came with the limits in my early years.

I recall her frail, thin hands holding mine as she gazed intently into my eyes. She was passionate in her desperate desire to imprint my fourteen-year-old mind with thoughts and values that would last long beyond the few months she had left. 

"Listen, Lisa; I know it's hard to be different from the other kids," she said, "and it's going to get even harder as you grow older. But being successful at anything usually involves a great deal of patience and self-discipline. 

"Most women have lousy sexual experiences the first few times and many never move beyond this. They learn to simply go through the motions, doing little while expecting even less. They become inhibited, unwilling or unable to explore and experiment with their erotic passions. And no wonder; they have little basis for believing sex could bring them much pleasure. Instead, over time, they become walled off from their passions, automatically programmed to think of sex as a duty or obligation to pleasure their man. Being unable to tap into their own pleasure, they often learn to use sex as a tool for power, control and manipulation to meet needs unrelated to sex. Is that what you want?"

"Of course not," I replied, "but I thought women liked sex too."

"Well, many women learn to enjoy the closeness that comes with sex. In later years, with maturation, some may even learn to gain some erotic pleasure for themselves. But very few are ever able to fully open up and let go to the extent that is possible; few will try new adventures or gain those peak sexual experiences. This is only possible when we abandon ourselves, giving up on maintaining the image of what is considered deceit, proper or civilized— allowing wild erotic fulfillment to take precedence." 

Through sunken sockets, her eyes flashed with excitement as she continued. "You can only experience what is possible through complete abandonment, dropping all inhibitions as you let the primitive animal inside take over. Only then can a woman's wild erotic beauty come out. I know you can't understand this now, but you're simply going to have to take my word for it. Just know that if you want to be like the other girls, it comes at a price. If you share in their teen sexual experimentation now, you will likely share their ho-hum sex life in the future."

"But Mom, it seems like protecting me from things will make me more inhibited, not less," I countered, feeling rather confused. "I know from what kids say that there's a lot of sex stuff on TV, and they know a lot more about those things than I know. So it seems like they'll be ahead of me on this."

"It does seem that way, but exposure to sex when kids aren't ready is very damaging," she continued. "On TV sex is often portrayed as a naughty act that, while enjoyable, is somehow wrong. As kids grow up they associate sex with other areas where they rebel, doing something bad and giving in to evil urges. As they get older, they believe that succumbing to passions is wrong and mature adults need to control themselves."

"But isn't self-control good?" I asked.

"To a point. But you can't be fully in control and still enjoy sex the way God intended. Unfortunately, most adults associate erotic feelings with immorality—something to be resisted and controlled. Then they..."

"But why?" I interrupted. "Why would they go against what God intended?"

"It is confusing. Much of it is based on the church and their desire to control others and limit unwanted pregnancies before birth control. What's crazy is that so many think that they are following what God wants, while often they are violating His Golden Rule, failing to openly give to others in loving ways, including the fulfillment of God-given passions."

"That's sad," I observed.

"It really is. And society's programming has often left many with an inability to drop their inhibitions, something that interferes with sexual fulfillment. We have to be willing to let go to experience the ecstasy that only comes with being open to anything and everything. So many still view the sexual abandonment of inhibitions as immoral and depraved, when the reality is that God's created wonderful urges we unnecessarily suppress. I like to call it God's Divine Depravity. And only by practicing His Golden Rule in all areas, including fulfillment of passions will we be able to learn that what others view as depraved is actual truly divine!" 

"That does sound exciting," I ventured, having little clue about what she was describing, as I was just starting pubescent development. 

"It's more than exciting, and one day you will come to understand just how thrilling it can be. Your father and I have had some wonderful times together, and we want the same for you. But that is only possible with discipline and patience—qualities that are in rare supply among teens who tend to demand instant gratification."

"Don't worry, Mom. I won't disappoint you," I assured. 

"That's easy to say now, honey. But you really have no idea what you're agreeing to." Mom chuckled softy, just as Dad walked into the room.

"And just what do you have our darling agreeing to?" he asked.

"You know—what we talked about," Mom responded, smiling weakly up at him. "I was just telling her how she would learn to experience joy in sex just like we have."

"Oh that." Dad was obviously awkward, turning to leave as he said, "I think I'll come back when you've finished." While Dad was open with Mom, when it came to sexual discussions, the same did not extend to me. 

"Hold on, Trey" Mom said. "You're part of this too. If we're going to continue protecting Lisa, you'll have to step up and be more open with her. Soon she's going to be experiencing overwhelming urges and it will be up to you to shield her from the usual negative influences. I won't be around much longer."

"I wished you wouldn't talk like that," I said, feeling tears well up.

"I'm so sorry, honey," she responded, taking my hand as Dad stood by awkwardly. "I wish to God you didn't have to go through this. There's so little time and so much I want for you—so much I need to tell you."

"We'll be OK, Mom," I tried to reassure, feeling far less confident that I sounded as I reached for Dad's hand. I sensed the need to be strong for both of them.

"Thank you, honey. But before we end this talk I need to make a request."

"Sure, Mom—anything."

"Your father and I want you to promise that you'll wait for sex until you're fully mature—not just physically but mentally and emotionally too."

"Of course, Mom; but when will I know that I'm ready?"

"That's different for each person," she responded. "But later is better, since nowadays kids seem to mature more slowly."

"Like after graduation?" I ventured.

"You'd promise that?....with all the pressures a pretty girl like you will have in high school?" Mom asked.

"Would that make you happy?"

"More than you know, darling. But it's not about me; it's about your life and your happiness. Trust me; the wait will be well worth it."

"Then after graduation it is; I trust you and you can count on...."

"Wait; there's one more thing," Mom interrupted. "Your first time can't be with just anyone. It has to be with the man you've come to trust more than anyone else in the world."

"Of course," I readily agreed, feeling confused by the second part of her request; it seemed so obvious.

"Trey, I'm depending on you to support her in this promise."

"I will, Lynne. I will," Dad agreed, squeezing my hand. "It's a special part of your heritage that I'm sure she will learn to treasure. I'll help her keep the commitment."

"And...." Mom pushed.

"And what?"

"You know, honey...The rest; fulfilling the passion we both want for her."

"Oh yeah. I-I....Well, don't you think that will come naturally." Dad suddenly seemed awkward, dropping my hand.

"No, honey. We can't leave this to chance," Mom said, reaching out to take his hand as she pulled him close. He leaned in as she whispered in his ear. 

As she continued whispering, Dad kept shaking his head. "I don't see how...."

"Please, honey," Mom pushed, holding his head as she looked deeply into his eyes.

"But it's...I mean, it seems so wrong, most would say, disgusting."

"Depraved?" Mom smiled wanly, as she stroked his cheek. "Remember what the divine depravity brought us. How could we want anything less for our girl?"

"But honey," Dad objected. "Think about what you're asking."

"It will be fine," she assured, "as long you always remember the Golden Rule. Will you always treat Lisa the way you'd want to be treated?"

"Of course."

"And the way I'd want to be treated," she persisted.

"God! I don't think you know what you're asking. But I-I'll try." Dad shook his head in dismay.

"What are you guys talking about, and what's with all the whispering?" I asked.

"I'm sorry, honey," Mom responded. "It's just adult talk and you'll understand when you're older, won't she honey?" She looked at Dad.

"Yeah, I guess," Dad mumbled. "When you're older, honey."

"I wished I could see her experience and discover the rewards of her pledge. But you will have to be there for me...and her."

"Oh Lynne." Dad teared up.

"Don't worry, dear." Mom stroked his hand. "I know you'll protect her. I just need to know that when the time comes, you'll teach her, giving her special experiences that will lead to a life time of sensual pleasure as her promise kept allows passions to be fulfilled."

"I-I...it's just that..." Dad hesitated awkwardly looking down.

But mom persisted, taking both his hands, looking him directly in the eye. "You know what I'm asking, darling. You know what we've had, and what we want for Lisa. Please; promise me."

"Alright," he said, shaking his head as he silently continued to show his reservations. "I'll try to ensure that she has the same opportunities that you've had." I was still feeling rather confused about what Mom was asking. 

Daddy and I went through a lot together as we cared for Mom during her last few months. We had always been close before. But this was something that was more understood than explicitly expressed. He was not one to open up much or share his feelings. That was something I would do with Mom, as we had those long heart to heart talks. But her illness was overwhelming for both of us, and even he could no longer hide his feelings. This was evident more around me than Mom, since he didn't want her to see his pain.


Divine Depravity Ch. 01



He still didn't talk about it much. But I remember the close times, after we'd get her to sleep and sit together watching the dying embers in the fireplace. Sometimes we would just hold each other while we cried together. It was a painful time that I would never want to repeat. But I will always treasure the closeness as we shared such painful feelings of impending loss. I never understood until later years why this didn't continue after she was gone. 

Mom knew that we had grown close and was very comforted by this. "Knowing how you care for each other is so special to me," she would tell me. "I hope you will always care for your father. He's so very special and I worry about who will be there for him when I'm gone."

"Oh, Mom, you don't have to worry," I tearfully assured her. "You know how much I love Daddy, and I'll always be there for him."

"I know you say that now," she responded. "But people change, especially as they mature into adulthood. Often kids become more distant with parents in their teens and they tend to go their own way. Your father is a very giving person. But he also has needs and often won't express them. I want to know that someone will be there for him, meeting his every need, even when he doesn't ask for it. I'm just worried."

"Worried about what?" I asked. "You know how much I care about him. Why would you be worried?"

"Oh, I know you'll always care about Daddy. But that's different than caring for him and his needs. You're going to grow up and move on with your own life. I guess I'm not so much worried—just wishing that..." She trailed off with a wistful look. 

"Wishing for what?" I persisted.

"Oh, I don't know. It's hard to explain." She paused. "The other night I was up and saw the two of you in the living room. It was so special, seeing you holding each other, as you gently kissed the tears from his cheek. That beautiful image will stay with me always. I just wish that instead of growing apart, you could be even closer. Your dad and I have had such wonderfully close times, and I wish it could be the same for you."

"But Mom, we're close now," I observed, feeling confused.

"I know, honey. But it's possible to be even closer." Her eyes filled with tears as she continued. "Most parents have needless boundaries with their children that limit the closeness. But it can be so much more when they let God's Golden Rule play out in their lives, especially for fathers and daughters. Very few experience the depth of intimacy that comes from giving completely to each other. That comes only comes with taking risks of vulnerability and closeness, willingly dropping the protective barriers that are all too common." 

"What barriers?" I asked, feeling increasingly confused.

"It's hard to understand. I wished to God I could explain more to you when you're older." Mom paused and sighed. I felt her hand stroking my cheek, gazing intently into my eyes, as though trying to convey some special understanding. "I hope you can experience how special your father is as I have—in every way, ways that you could dream of at your age. He really loves to care for a woman's needs. Nothing could make me happier than knowing that someday both of you will have a special kind of closeness that only a father and daughter can have. Always remember you can trust him more than anyone else in the world."

"I know, Mom. But you know I trust both of you." I responded with some irritation, wondering why we were discussing the obvious. 

"Of course you do, honey. But I mean trusting him even more, totally and completely, in every way—ways that are only possible when you are older, learning his needs and how to love him in the way you'd want to be loved if you were in his place. That's essence of the Golden Rule. Sometimes I picture...It's hard to explain. I mean, it's just that...Well, most adults couldn't understand it, let alone someone your age. If only...Oh, forget it, honey. Don't worry about it. Just know that I love knowing you are close with each other, and always remember that an even closer relationship is possible as you mature." 

I knew there was something I was missing as she continued. "You both have so much to give to each other. Never try to hold back, or worry about getting overly close. Daddy sometimes disagrees with me on this, but when it comes to parents and their children, I don't think there's such a thing as being too close. 

"I want you to always remember this talk and the promise you made. That promise may give loneliness and pain at first. But over time your patience and discipline will pay off. As you mature and hopefully come to fully understand the meaning of your commitment, fulfilling all the passion that is possible will be a source of unending pleasure in your life. If you remember what I've told you, when you're older, it will make more sense."

I replayed that conversation over and over, and reflected on it many times. However, it would be years before I came to fully understand it. 

After Mom's death, changes in my relationship with Dad lead to even more confusion. Initially, we still had close times and would cuddle together in the evening, sharing in our grief—until things suddenly changed. It happened so abruptly, I still remember the last time he held me close. I was in my silk nightie, being kind of silly while I danced around to some oldies Daddy was playing. 

"Those are some great moves, pumpkin." He smiled, his eyes flashing with excitement.

"Stop teasing me," I said, shaking my finger, as I cocked my hip to one side.

"Now who's teasing?" He laughed. "Seriously, honey, you really looked great, just like...You know your Mom was a great dancer and the way you were moving to the music...Well, it reminded me of...." He swallowed hard as he teared up.

"Oh thank you, Daddy," I bubbled, scampering over to give him a kiss. As he grinned up at me I suddenly wanted to feel our closeness once again. I slipped into his lap to cuddle as we had so often done during Mom's recent illness. It was always so warm and comforting. But this time was different; as I snuggled down, instead of the usual soft lap, I felt a hard object digging into my rear.

"What's that, Daddy?" I asked, squirming as I tried to get comfortable.

"Wh-what?" he stammered.

"That." I shifted once again. "It's digging into me. Can't you feel it?"

"Aah, well it's...umm, you know I-I..." he stammered, seemingly at a loss for words as he reached under to move me off him. "I-I'm sorry; I guess I...Well, it's a tool I left in my pocket. I'll go put it away," he said as he quickly stood and walked to the garage. When he returned he was suddenly awkward and seemed to be avoiding me, as he busied himself in the kitchen. 

"Come on, Daddy," I encouraged, patting the sofa beside me. "I'll clean up later."

"Not now, honey," he responded firmly. "You're getting too old to cuddle. Besides, it's getting late and we need to get to bed."

I was so vulnerable at the time, still reeling from the loss of my mother, that the rejection felt devastating. Unfortunately, my disappointment went beyond that night, turning into ongoing confusion and sadness over my father's continued distance and avoidance. He would seldom hug or touch, leaving me feeling even more hurt alone. 

What had happened to the closeness Mom wanted and assured me was possible? Years later I understood Daddy's sudden withdrawal that night, but during my teens the feelings of rejection were often unbearable. Little did I know that the hard object pushing against me was no ordinary tool, or that one day I would be wanting—no, begging—to have that same tool driving into me once again.

Soon after the devastating loss of Mom, I had another loss. Rick and his parents had given us tireless support during her illness. He was always so caring a sympathetic over what I was going through. But the hoped-for support after her death was all too brief. After Ricks parents divorced, he and his mom moved to Florida. 

I could have made friends, but was too grief stricken and had little interest in connecting with others who could not share my experience. Besides, I couldn't risk the pain of losing anyone else. I remained a loner over the next few years, settling in to a life that was anything but that of a typical teen.

Daddy was very overprotective; something my mother insisted upon before she died. I assumed she was concerned that I might get hurt or be burned like so many teenage girls who are used by guys. One of her girlfriends got pregnant at 15 and another eventually died of AIDS. She told me that teenage boys were immature, inexperienced lovers on hormone overload who were so driven by their own desires, they were hardly in a position to meet the needs of others. She taught me well, and I had no interest in becoming another sad story of a teen falling victim to her hormones.

At first, keeping my promise was easy. After losing Mom, I was so depressed I had no interest in even dating, let alone sex. Although I didn't know it at the time, I now realize I had a figure cheerleaders would die for. After I began developing, I noticed that guys would stare or come on to me. But remembering the promise and the risks Mom had warned me about, I was uncomfortable and did all I could to discourage this. Wearing layered or loose-fitting clothing successfully concealed my shape to the point that I was left alone, which suited me fine at the time. 

But by the time I turned 18, things had begun to change. I had the normal urges of any girl and was becoming increasingly frustrated with the situation. I was totally committed to honoring Mom's wishes, but I also felt isolated, thinking I would never participate in life as a normal teen. As I sat alone the night of my birthday, lost in thought, I realized my loneliness was about more than just about not having friends. It was also about my father who had grown increasingly distant. This was not what Mom wanted, and his distance made me miss her even more.

I felt so depressed that I went to bed early, crying myself to sleep. Later, I woke in a sweat, shocked as I realized I had an erotic dream—my first. I tried to remember the details, but it was confusing. Still, that dark form somehow felt strangely familiar. I suddenly felt wetness between my legs, much to my dismay. It left me totally confused, wanting to forget it. I got up to take a warm bath and try to relax. 

After drying, I looked in the mirror, trying to picture what others saw. While I was shy, I knew that men found me attractive from the looks I got. My reflection showed very full breasts. They were too big for my comfort, and I'd always been self-conscious about attention they tended to garner. I felt better about my small waist and flat stomach, though they tended to further accentuate my breasts and a very full, round ass, making both look even bigger. 

I sighed as I turned and observed the roundness of my rear. I could blame this on my father who was coal black, from the Jamaica. But while I was uncomfortable about the protruding parts, I was generally satisfied with the rest of the package. My almond eyes, high cheek bones, olive skin, long slender legs and arms along with straight jet-black hair past my hips came from mom who was French/Vietnamese. I certainly didn't have the look of an all-American-girl, but I still thought my parents' genes had joined to give me a very unique, exotic look. I was beginning to hope others would think the same. 

After turning eighteen, I started taking more interest in my personal appearance, wearing some makeup and doing my hair. But I still wore clothes to hide my body, hoping guys would overlook the protruding parts I felt self-conscious about. I wanted them to be attracted to my other assets—my integrity, sense of humor, discipline, etc. (I know—I was truly clueless!) I noticed I was starting to get some looks, but felt very hesitant to act on anything, remembering my parent's expectations. I was feeling increasingly frustrated, wondering whether I would ever have a boyfriend. 

The opportunities for this dwindled further when I dropped out of traditional schooling. I had missed several months of school with Mom's illness and death, forcing me to repeat the grade. The only way I could graduate on time was to take extra classes. I did so by completing my senior year at home, taking several correspondence courses. I studied hour after hour, wondering if it was worth it. I was indeed a nerd and smiled to myself, thinking that Mom certainly didn't need to worry about me keeping my commitment. At the rate I was going, it would be years before I'd have any chance to fulfill that promise for passion with another.

Then there was a ray of hope with Daddy suggesting a major shift. "What do you think about us moving?"

"To where?" I responded, thinking anywhere we went had to be a better life.

"Florida, near Nola and Rick."

"Wow! That would be fantastic! What brought this on?"

"Well, if you remember, Mom wanted to be sure that you had input and guidance as you matured, and I thought Nola could give you the needed feminine perspective."

"I thought Mom said you were going to teach me."

"Well...Yeah...I-I think that was her idea, but I think there are some things best dealt with by another woman. Nola will be a wonderful mentor and companion for you. I've already spoken with her and she's looking forward to seeing us."

I had been very close to Nola as well as Rick, and the thought of having her in my life was very comforting. While I felt sad about her divorce, I was secretly thrilled, knowing I'd have more exclusive time with her. 

With his writing career, Daddy worked from home, making the move easy. We found a beach rental right across the street from them. Suddenly, for the first time since Mom died I actually felt hopeful. As I gazed out our window at the Atlantic Ocean and the ebb and flow of the surf on powdery sand, I felt my own pain begin to ebb away, knowing this was a new beginning.

I was excited to see Rick and renew an old friendship. However, I was hardly prepared for the physical attraction I felt. I still get tingly when I think about that first meeting after our four year absence. He had just turned 20 and looked great—strong jaw, piercing eyes, 6'1" and very buff. His black mom and white dad gave him a beautiful golden brown body that I was dying to get close to. I was more than thrilled to realize the attraction was mutual as I felt his admiring gaze.

Our parents quickly realized that our interest went beyond mere friendship. They feared we would get too close too fast and tried to discourage the relationship. Their concern was heightened when they caught us sneaking out and getting together on the beach. Their attempts to punish, however, had little impact. Finally they realized that we were adults and they couldn't really stop us. Instead they decided to try working with us to setup some ground rules. 

We had a meeting during which they admitted that as adults they couldn't really control our behavior. But I was reminded of the commitment I had made. Nola had been in on some of the discussions with Mom, so she knew of her wishes and wanted to honor them. She and Dad both expressed concern that it would be hard for me to keep my promise. They told us if we wanted their approval, they hoped we would agree to honor Mom's wishes and accept some limits. We both strongly valued family, leading us to accept some rather strict ground rules in order to gain their support. 

I had already discussed things with Rick and let him know that in keeping with Mom's wishes, I wanted to avoid any heavy petting, something our parents were relieved to hear. But Dad still had strong reservations and asked that we allow Nola to chaperone us at all times. I think Rick was rather irritated with this, but secretly I was somewhat relieved. Having heard so much from Mom about young men being animals, I wanted some safeguards to help ensure that one day I would experience the pleasure she had assured would be forthcoming if I waited. 

I thought that talk on this was done, until overhearing a conversation between Dad and Nola. They didn't hear me come in, and when I heard my name, I naturally hung back, electing to eavesdrop on their discussion.

"...and I'm not sure keeping her that sheltered was such a great idea." Nola was talking.

"Time will tell," Dad responded, "but that's what her mother wanted. And now that she's eighteen and nearing graduation, it's time she got in touch with her sensual side."

"Don't you mean her sexual side?" Nola chuckled.

"Alright, alright; that too," Dad conceded. "But seriously, she's unbelievably naive and has so much to learn."

Thanks a lot, Dad, I thought. You're the one who made me this way!

"No kidding," Nola agreed. "You've certainly got your work cut out."

"Me? I-I didn't think...I mean, why me?"

"Hello...You're her father!" Nola laughed.

"Yeah but...I-I...Well...Like I told you, I think this calls for a woman's perspective too." Dad paused before continuing. "I know this is asking a lot, but was hoping that you'd be willing to maybe sort of help her with..."

"Of course, Trey," Nola interrupted with a chuckle. "I was wondering when you were going to ask; like most fathers, this isn't exactly your thing. You know how special Lisa is to me, and I'd love to help with her education."

"Thanks Nola; that's a relief to know you'll teach her about...Well, you know, things like dressing nice, wearing makeup, learning to project that allure—everything you know about being a sensual seductive woman."

"Anything and everything?" Nola pushed. 

As I peaked around the corner, I saw Dad give her a knowing smile as he shook his head. "Knowing you, that could be a lot. She's such a sweet innocent thing, it's hard to think of her..." He paused, staring off. "But yes, I know what Lynne wanted her to learn, applying the Golden Rule as she learns the joy of passions. And feel free to share anything about our lives and experiences that would help. She's bound to learn it sometime and I can't think of anyone else I'd rather she learn from."

"Thanks, Trey; I have a feeling she'll be a quick study." She chuckled.

"You don't know how much that means to us," Dad said. "You have been such a special friend and helped out so much. Now that she's turned eighteen, I trust you to bring her up to speed, sharing all that you have experienced and learned. She's so unbelievably innocent and naive."

"Yeah, I wonder why," I blurted out as I rounded the corner.

"Lisa! How long have you been listening?" Dad asked accusatorily.

"Now just calm down you two," Nola broke in. "She has a right to get in on this discussion, Trey. And Lisa, your Dad was only going along with what your mom asked. You trust what she wanted for you, don't you?"

"Of course," I agreed.

"And now the promise you've kept all these years is almost ready to be fulfilled."

"But first, there are still some things you need to learn," Dad said.

"And your father has asked me to teach them to you," Nola added.

"Like what," I questioned, feigning ignorance.

"Like learning all about your sexuality and how to use your feminine wiles and charm to meet your needs and the needs of others," Nola answered. "Your father has asked me to tutor you on this. Would that be OK?"

"I'd love that," I bubbled. "And when I'm done will I know enough to...Well, I don't want anyone saying I'm stupid or naive."

"Don't worry, sweetie," Nola assured. "By the time we're done and you've graduated from my course, no one—including your father—will be able to accuse you of being naive in these matters. Maybe you'll even have some things to teach dear old Daddy," she chuckled.




Divine Depravity Ch. 01



"Nola!" Dad objected.

"Oh come on, Trey; lighten up," Nola laughed. "I was just teasing."

I continued to wonder about their conversation. What were their experiences together that would help in my learning to be a woman? Maybe it was just Mom and Nola sharing things; they were so close. As much as I looked forward to learning, I still worried about looking stupid. But Nola was very supportive and understanding in her teaching, and our friendship blossomed. At first I wasn't taught much. She indicated wanting to observe and get to know me more, which happened as she chaperoned us. 

Dating Rick was rather awkward at first, with Nola always around. We would sit and watch TV, venturing some tentative hand-holding, all the while wondering what she was thinking. But Nola was surprisingly cool and tended to keep a comfortable distance. Soon, after they began walking me home, he gave me a peck goodnight. As Nola realized that we were sticking with our agreement, she relaxed more and even encouraged our relationship, telling us we made a cute couple. She even went further, telling us to try and ignore her presence. We soon took her up on this, and those goodnight kisses became more prolonged and passionate. 

Within a month our tentative moves had gradually progressed to necking and French kissing in the living room at Nola's home. We were both so horny I started to worry about keeping my promise. It seemed like the more we did the more we wanted. But I told Rick that I was committed to honoring my Mom's wishes, not just for her but for me, since I believed this would give me the best experience in the future. We were both so hot for each other, Nola had to be firm with limits, but she was also sympathetic. 

As my relationship with Rick progressed, Nola began teaching me about being feminine and sexy. When we went shopping, she noticed that my tastes were rather different; I didn't buy any form-fitting clothes and she soon learned about the hang-ups I had over my figure. 

She repeatedly talked to me about this issue, showing fashion magazines as she attempted to convince me of the merits of tighter and more revealing clothing. However, I continued to choose clothing that would hide my figure, remaining adamant in my refusal to dress in more revealing attire. I was certain that nothing would alter my position on this—until Nola changed. 

I began to notice that she was suddenly wearing more revealing clothing. Her tops were a little more scooped, showing a hint of cleavage and her skirts were shorter. I knew what she was trying to do, but I wasn't about to join her—not until seeing the fringe benefits. Even at 41, Nola was very attractive—firm well toned body, busty with a trim waste and fuller ass than mine. With her new clothes covering a body like that, the look was not lost on Rick. 

I couldn't help noticing the effect she was having on him. He became more attentive with his mother, and I would catch him furtively eyeing her body. I had become used to being the center of attention and suddenly felt resentment as I experienced some competition. Needless to say, I caved and the next time we were shopping I picked out smaller sizes that would reveal more of my figure. I was self-conscious at first—until Rick told me how great I looked and began giving me more attention. His interest felt intoxicating and suddenly I wanted to reveal more. 

But Nola simply upped the ante, wearing even more skimpy clothing. Her skirts barely covered her ass and those tops became tighter and cut lower. I still recall when I first caught sight of those twin nubs barely protruding, shocked over the realization that she was braless, with only thin cotton separating these intimate parts from her son. The view was hardly lost on Rick, and I would often catch him staring at her chest. 

Not to be outdone, I began dressing even more provocatively, coming to realize that my breasts and butt were actually assets to be accentuated. The tops got tighter and smaller and my jean shorts were cut right to the crotch, showing my ass cheeks peeking out. 

I began taking long walks on the beach just for the comments and attention I would get from passing guys. I was thrilled with a sense of confidence and exhilaration as I realized the effect I had on guys and the power I had over them. 

I was also aware that I often became aroused, just from how I dressed and the looks I got. My sheltered teens had left me sexually naïve, but Mom's talks had also left me very positive, willing and open to trying anything and everything that was allowed at this time. While I was confident in the open attitude my mom advocated, I was hardly prepared for how far this would take me.

My clothes were making me feel increasingly sexual, and the tension was building. Next Nola suggested we shop for bikinis, saying this was Florida and I had to look hot at the beach or by her pool and hot tub. She purchased several bikinis and had some of her own that would fit me, since we were similar sizes. 

As I tried on some suits in her bedroom, each one seemed to get smaller, causing me increasing discomfort. When Nola realized this, much to my relief, she offered to join me and model some herself. Seeing her walking around half naked made me more relaxed. 

After the self-consciousness wore off, it began feeling perfectly natural wearing little to nothing in front of Nola. Beyond this, I started feeling excitement, not only over how I looked, but also strangely captivated over how Nola looked. It felt rather weird, but I found it hard to keep from staring as her large black breasts swung freely. And it was impossible not to sneak peeks at her crotch with those full lips that protruded provocatively though her wisps of hair.

As she handed me the last suit I gasped. "You've got to be kidding! This is just a pile of rhinestones."

"No, there are some pieces of cloth attached."

"Right," I responded sarcastically. "I almost missed these." I shook my head as I fingered the tiny hot-pink Lycra patches. "I hope you didn't pay much for this; band aids would be cheaper—and cover more!" I laughed nervously.

"Come on, honey; it covers more than...." She paused, grabbing the top and holding it up. "Well, maybe not," she laughed. "Now we know where they got the brand name—Barely There. Anyway, it's just us girls; let's see what it looks like."

I shook my head in dismay as I picked up the top. It consisted of two little swatches offering such pathetic covering, I knew I'd be lucky to hide my nipples. These were attached to a web of rhinestone chains forming a halter top—one that was quite literally thread bare. 

As I held it up, I shook my head, realizing that there was no way those tiny patches would hide my large areolas. I pressed it against my breasts while trying to hook it around my neck. But it just kept falling down. With repeated failed attempts, I blushed and looked down, dismayed to see my nipples becoming more swollen and firm. This made coverage even more problematic as my breasts seemed to refuse confinement. 

"They're just too big," I blurted out.

"I beg to differ," Nola countered. "You think I'm too big?" she asked, holding up her dark pendulous mounds for my visual inspection. 

"N-No, they l-look fine,'' I stammered, suddenly self-conscious as I stared at her. 

"Is this making you uncomfortable?" she asked, beginning to massage her tits.

"Aahh...n-no, it's just that...."

"Maybe it's like what I'm feeling, seeing your gorgeous tits."

"Oh," I gasped, suddenly excited over hearing her use that word. "Wh-what do you mean?"

"Come on, girl; don't you know?" Nola chuckled. "You've got one hot body, and—I hope this doesn't make you uncomfortable—it turns me on!"

"Oh God! I d-didn't realized that...a-are y-you...?" I stammered, automatically clasping my breasts to cover.

"No, I'm not gay; not that there's anything wrong with that," She laughed. "But lots of different people physically excite me, including you."

"Me?" I was taken aback.

"Yes you, darling." Nola caressed my cheek. "That's what makes you so damn sexy. You have no idea how irresistible you are. Now let's drop those hands so we can get these perfect tits of yours in this top," she concluded as she hooked the chain around my neck.

"Aahh!" I gasped, shuddering in excitement as I felt her arms go around me, pulling the rhinestone chains in place as she hooked the back. "Oh Gaawd!" I cried, feeling her brush against my nipples while moving the small patches to cover. 

"Wow!" I exclaimed as I looked in the mirror. A glistening lattice of rhinestones—outlining every curve of perfect teardrop breasts—held small tightly stretched patches; barely covering the taut, protruding upturned nipples. 

God, this can't be me! I thought, marveling at their beauty. I really do look hot!

"Wow is right," Nola whispered agreement in my ear, causing me to shiver as she gently kissed down my neck, while her hands moved to hold my glistening tits. Together we both gazed in the mirror at the provocative contrast of her black hands holding my glistening olive breasts—eliciting overwhelming feelings of arousal. I trembled, suddenly aware of a warm sensation between my legs.

All the building sexual tension of the past several weeks finally broke. "Oh God this feels hot!" I blurted out as I arched and pushed my fullness further into her warm hands. 

"It is u-unbelievably h-hot," Nola panted, as she began to gently stoke my breasts. "You're so sexy and beautiful. Just know that and go with your feelings." 

"Th-Thanks," I gasped in response to the exquisite sensation of her fingers sliding over my protruding tips and exposed areolas. "Are y-you sure th-this is OK?" I panted, barely able to contain myself.

"Of course, darling," Nola assured. "Your father asked me to teach you—anything and everything. He wants you to learn how to gain physical satisfaction, with me teaching you all the pleasures you're capable of having."

"H-He knows a-about...?"

"No, honey; he has no idea that I'm fondling your beautiful breasts. If he did he'd..."

"Would he th-think I looked h-hot?" I chimed in, still panting with arousal. 

"I-I...Well, any guy would, and I suppose your father would....Well, never mind. Trust me; I'm not one to kiss and tell—not even with your father."

"You mean...Well, I didn't expect we'd be...I guess I thought..." I trailed off, feeling totally confused.

"You probably thought your first sexual experience would be with Rick," she came to my rescue. "But this is part of your education, understanding that you can do whatever feels comfortable, as long as it's in keeping with the Golden Rule and doesn't hurt others. The only requirement is that we avoid putting limits on sexual exploration that might interfere with your openness and learning."

"Unbelievable," I said, still trying to absorb it all.

"Yes you are," she breathed in my ear as she kissed my neck once again, while continue to massage my tits. "How does this feel, sweetie?"

"Aahh....Wonderful!" I gasped, trembling with excitement. "No, d-don't st-stop!" I pleaded, as she suddenly dropped her hands, pulling back and leaving me dying for more. 

"Easy, honey," she cautioned. "This is part of your learning. Passions are best when they're not given free reign. Sexual feelings are most rewarding when they are slowly nurtured and brought out with increasing arousal and then backing off—leaving us always wanting more as the tension builds. Men tend to lose sight of this, missing out of all the passion that is possible as they go for immediate gratification. We need to teach them. But before you can teach, you need to learn it. Now let's get on these bottoms."

"Oh, th-this is embarrassing," I protested, afraid to even look down as I felt the moisture building between my legs.

"Nonsense," she responded. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about, not after all the suits we've tried on here. Now how about slipping off these bottoms so we can...." She suddenly paused. "Oh my!" she exclaimed.

I glance at the mirror again, gasping in horror as I saw the obvious dark shiny spot on the front of my bottoms. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," I cried, turning to leave.

"Wait," Nola interrupted, grabbing my arm. "This is wonderful!"

"W-Wonderful?" I repeated incredulously, still trying to pull away. "I end up getting...."

"Getting all juiced," Nola continued. "Seeing you get this excited is fantastic! It's a wonderful compliment."

"A compliment?" I questioned, feeling more confused than ever.

"Of course. You're either hot over seeing me naked, or feeling my touch, or seeing your sexy tits in that top. Whatever the reason, I helped bring on these feelings you're having, so I'll take your seeping pussy as a compliment to my teaching. Thank you very much, sweetheart."

"Aahh...I-I...You're welcome, I guess." I sighed, relieved this was finally out in the open—ending the need to hide my feelings.

"I love to get this kind of feedback; you can't get much more direct and honest input than a wet pussy. Truth be told, you've got me pretty juiced too," she admitted, reaching to open her swollen lips&—the glistening pink testifying to her arousal. 

Suddenly, seeing her willingness to be so vulnerable, I felt totally relaxed over my own turn-on. I quickly slipped off the bottom I was wearing, intrigued by the strings of secretions that clung to the material. This was not lost on Nola, who quickly grabbed the bottom, causing me to gasp as she quickly brought it to her face. 

"Hummm!" she moaned, inhaling deeply. "You smell delicious!" I was still in shock, wondering how she could find this appealing when she went further, beginning to lick the front and then suck on the material—tasting my own pussy juice!

"Eeoww! That's gross!" I blurted out. 

"No, my dear," Nola countered. "Your cum tastes wonderful—something you'll learn soon enough. It's something you should be proud of, showing that you're all woman. Now let's get on this bottom here."

That was easier said than done. A thin rhinestone strap went up the crack in my ass and hooked to a tiny strand going around my hips. This attached to three strands on each side in front, dipping down low to connect to a thin elongated patch in front. The skimpy string barely covered, leaving the sides of my bulging cunt bare. 

By the time I got it on and looked in the mirror, I was blushing with embarrassment. Much to my dismay, the patch in front had already become wet from my secretions. As if that weren't enough, the front was so small that the top of my slit was peeking through, with my unshaven pussy leaving hair sticking out all over. 

Seeing my discomfort, Nola immediately came to the rescue. "You're going to look super hot—as soon as we get you a sexy bikini shave. My cunt lips wouldn't show like this at all if I didn't shave. Now let's have you lie down and we'll get right to it." 

I quickly stripped off the suit and lay on her bed. Still, even in my aroused state, I was tense and self-conscious. However, Nola took her time, patiently beginning with gently massaging my feet before gradually working her way up. My legs tended to automatically clamp together at first, tensing further when she reached for the razor and shaving cream. 

"Relax," she whispered in my ear, making me melt when I felt her lips on my neck once again. As she stroked my inner thighs, my legs gradually parted and finally with, a sigh and shudder, they fell open. "That's it, sweetie. Keep those long lovely legs wide apart, so I can give your creaming cunt a nice trim."

"Huh...Huh," I gasped in anticipation, trembling uncontrollably. 

"Easy, honey. Slow deep breaths." It might be good advice, but I was simply too far gone. "What a sexy, tight little pussy you've got here," she observed.

"Aaah!" I groaned, thinking I was about to pass out. Her hands were now on my hips which had taken on a life of their own, slowly writhing and thrusting. 

"Geez! You need it bad," Nola observed. I could barely breathe as I felt her fingers gradually sliding down and in, grazing the crease on either side until....

"Aahhh...Yesss!" I gasped in response. Oh God that touch—the first touch of anyone there—was like a jolt of lightening! I was on fire, gasping once again as the cool cream touched my lips.

"God! This is s-so hot!" Nola exclaimed, increasing my arousal as I felt her hot breath on my cunt. "Try to hold still," she cautioned. Still, as she began shaving, I shuddered involuntarily, feeling the exquisite touch of her fingers wiping my lips smooth. "Your slit is so beautiful, especially when you're aroused like this."

"R-Really?" I stammered, never considering that someone would see beauty between my legs.

"Absolutely," Nola responded. "Hold on; let me show you." In seconds she had a mirror in hand, reflecting my most intimate parts, now bare except for a wisp of hair on top. 

"Look at how wet you are. It's so hot seeing your engorged lips and oozing slit that's automatically open like that."

I could hardly breathe, staring at the reflection of my soaked lips, with the inner pink glistening.

"Your slit is so hot, and inviting. For most of us, it's closed with the inner lips almost hidden. They have to be pulled open to see inside. But yours...Wow! When you're turned on like this those inner petals just naturally open, like a beautiful flower. Your cunt is so ready!"

"R-Ready?" I panted questioningly.

"Of course; open and ready for a nice hard cock to drive inside you."

"Oh my God!" I exclaimed, shocked by her words.

"Geez, honey," Nola chuckled. "You've got lots to learn and it's going to be so exciting teaching you. What a lovely virgin pussy. This tight little cunt is going to make someone very happy." She had me groaning and panting, with any embarrassment quickly dismissed as Nola continued showering me with compliments while lightly caressing my smooth moist lips. 

"Oh God! Please don't stop!" I begged as my hips writhed in response to her exploring fingers. 

She moved up to my breasts and gently, slowly traced smaller and smaller circles around them until she reached the center. I gasped as she touched my nipples and then began moaning as she flicked them with her fingers. Her other hand caressed my undulating stomach and moved toward my thrashing hips. Then I felt both hands sliding up my thighs. I closed my eyes, groaning as she began stroking my smooth outer lips once again. 

"Yeesss!" I cried as I felt a finger slip into the soft folds and begin stroking inside. I was on fire! I felt lightheaded and wondered if I could take much more. Then she tried to hold my bucking hips down with one arm as she gently parted my lips further. 

I opened my eyes and looked down in amazement to see Nola, with this glazed look, open her mouth and bend down. "Are you g-going to k-k-kiss me?" I stammered incredulously. 

"I'm going to taste you, darling." She glanced up, smiling as she saw my look of wonderment. "You smell delicious and we're both going to love this."

"Aaahhee!" I cried as her tongue made contact, sliding over my lips and then slipping inside. "Huh! Huh! Aahhnngggg!" I screamed, feeling the waves of pleasure coursing through me as I exploded, my body convulsing in total release. I continued to moan and tremble, feeling like it would never stop—sensations I never wanted to stop. I had no sooner relaxed when she began to lick me in earnest. 

Any of my previous inhibitions completely evaporated with my first mind blowing climax. I was totally hooked, hell bent on embracing my new found life without reservation—an unbridled pursuit of pleasure previously denied. I began to moan, pulling my knees up to allow compete access to my wide open cunt. That's when her exploration moved further down.




Divine Depravity Ch. 02



The following seduction and subsequent chapters will be far more rewarding if you read Chapter 1 for background.

Having just experience my first taste of cum, I should have been basking in the afterglow. However, I was barely aware of the flavor that lingered on my lips, still trying to absorb what had just happened. The idea that a mother would want to sample her son's cum was so mind boggling I couldn't help wondering if I was jumping to conclusions. But as I observed Nola, my suspicion was confirmed. She was breathing hard with her mouth still moving, as her tongue rolled around. There was no doubt about it; after licking it off my chin, she was still savoring the taste—cum from her own son! 

I felt a twinge of jealousy before my mind went wild, suddenly considering of the possibilities. With the promise I made to Mom, I had to wait for sex. But I wanted Rick to experience some of the pleasure Nola and I had been enjoying together. And who better to give this than his own mom? Yet the idea also seemed crazy, completely unconventional and such a violation of boundaries. I was sure that most would view my thoughts on this as utterly disgusting. 

Then I remembered what Mom had said: Only by practicing the Golden Rule in all areas, including fulfillment of passions will we be able to learn that what others view as depraved is actual truly divine. And hadn't Nola said that to experience all that is possible, there should be no limits? After all, wasn't this what the Golden Rule was all about—treating Rick the way I'd want to be treated? I was suddenly lost in thought, as I pictured mother and son in the throes of passion together.

"Lisa...Lisa—are you alright?" Nola jerked me back to reality. 

I couldn't really respond, with my mouth still brimming with cum. But then, no words were needed, not with my resolute decision to fully pursue this uncharted territory. I smiled at Nola, with an air of confidence that belied the trepidation I felt. My heart was racing, both with excitement and fear, as I stroked her cheek, putting my hand behind her head and pulling her close. Nola's eyes widened with increasingly shock, as I leaned in for a kiss. At first she tensed up, vainly attempting to resist while I gently probed her lips with my tongue, allowing some of that precious fluid to flow through. 

There was something magical about that juice, and my gamble paid off. As Nola tasted that cum once again she suddenly succumbed to my advances, moaning and opening wide. It became a deep, passionate kiss, as she began wildly probing my mouth, tonguing and scooping that viscous fluid, swallowing and returning for more. 

I don't know when we would have stopped, but for a gasp from Rick. This halted her onslaught, and with the reminder of his presence she quickly pulled away, looking down with flushed embarrassment. But there was no way she could hide the true nature of our kiss. The evidence remained blatantly on display, with those thick pearly strands dripping off her lips on to her chin, lewdly testifying to her incestuous feast.

Rick was now sitting on the edge, with an expression of total shock, while Nola tried to sink lower. But her attraction was still evident, as I continued to observe her furtive glances at his now semi-erect tool, pulsating and oozing cum. Her mouth was open and her lips glistened from our exchange as she took on a dazed, trance-like expression. I began to fully register on the implication of that look. The reality was further confirmed as I observed small eddies of water formed by arm movements, leaving no doubt as to the action below. It was then that I began to formulate a plan.

"Unbelievable!" Rick gasped. 

"This isn't exactly what it looks like," Nola responded defensively.

"Actually, in a way it is," I countered.

"Lisa!" Nola cautioned in a warning tone.

"Come, Nola," I pushed. "Since when do we keep secrets? He deserves to know."

"Know what?" Rick queried.

"You know how much I was sheltered growing up?"

"So I heard, but you sure seemed to have caught on to things fast," Rick observed, shaking his head in dismay.

"Well, you can thank your mom for that. That's partly why we moved here. Daddy wanted me to learn about being a woman and asked your mom to mentor me in feminine ways. All the changes you've seen in the past month came from her teaching."

"Wow, Mom!" Rick exclaimed. "I guess I really owe you."

"After all this, you really are going to owe me," Mom grumbled, shaking her head while her eyes remained glued to his tool.

"There's something more you need to know," I continued. "Through her teaching, Nola and I have grown rather close—very close. And we want you to have some of the same passionate pleasures we've been enjoying together, right Nola?"

"Aaah...I-I..." Nola trailed off, unsure what I was suggesting or how to respond.

Rick just stared at us for a long time, before finally responding. "You mean you two...I mean you—you and Mom; my own mom...Oh my God!" he exclaimed. Does that mean that you're...You know....?"

"Gay?" I laughed. "No, but your Mom has taught me that if you're open, you can learn to give and gain pleasure with all kinds of people. Sometimes the sexual pleasure can come from those you might least expect, right Nola?"

"I-I....Yeah, I supposed," Nola responded with obvious suspicion. 

Rick paused, still in shock, and I thought maybe I had made a mistake until he finally responded. "That is so hot! I never thought of you that way, Mom. I mean you have a great body and I noticed you were dressing a little...Well—you know—showing more. But I never thought about you having sexual needs too. Come to think of it, you're the only one who hasn't gotten off tonight."

Nola suddenly looked embarrassed as she turned away, his cum still visible on her lips. 

"Come on Nola," I said. "Don't turn shy on us now. I saw how you were looking and you certainly seemed to enjoy that cum that's still dripping off your lips."

She quickly wiped her lips and tried to regain her composer in the awkward moment. "This isn't what you think," she tried to protest. "W-we were just kissing and Lisa got a little carried away. I-I mean you guys put on quite a show. But you can't think of me that way."

"What way do you mean?" I asked smugly. "What way is that?"

"I think you know damn well what I mean. Just because I enjoyed kissing you doesn't mean that...You know, I mean, this is getting out of hand with...Well, I-I think we need to cool it." 

She was finally regaining her composure and took on a more confident tone as she continued. "Like I've told Lisa, things can't get out of control here, and I'm committed to my responsibility. This is certainly pushing the limits, and if someone doesn't keep their head, holding to the limits, things could really get out of hand."

"But you told me that to experience all that is possible, there should be no limits." I reminded her.

"Obviously that doesn't apply here," she responded.

"Why not?"

"Come on, Lisa." Nola shook her head in dismay. "I shouldn't have to spell it out. We have to maintain some boundaries here, or we could really end up having some regrets."

"Well I certainly have no regrets." Rick chuckled, looking down at us.

"Yeah, I'm sure you don't." I laughed. "Every man's dream: two ladies getting...."

"Come on, you guys," Nola interrupted. "We need to get serious here. You have to understand this, Rick. I am here to support Lisa in her commitments and be sure that she learns to mature sexually in a way that will bring her future pleasure. If I start focusing on my needs, I'm likely to lose sight of my role here. It was fun watching the two of you, but this is where it has to stop. I think I may have already gone too far letting Lisa kiss me like that."

"Oh come on Nola. Take it easy. We're just having a little fun. Why should it stop now?" I pushed.

"A little fun?" Nola shook her head. "You tricked me into a kiss that had me—Dear God!—tasting cum from my own son!"

"How did it taste?" I challenged.

"My God! I won't even stoop to answer such a disgusting question!"

"So you're saying your son's cum is disgusting?"

"Yeah Mom," Rick chimed it. "Was it that disgusting?"

"N-No. I didn't mean that, dear. I meant that..."

"Never mind," I interrupted. "You don't have to answer. That kiss said it all; the way you were tonguing and swallowing his cum—you couldn't get enough!"

"Lisa!" Nola objected. "Obviously you didn't learn much from our lesson on privacy!"

"Mom?" Rick gasped, pushing for confirmation.

"This is nuts!" She objected. "I can't believe you've got me talking about this. But Ok, I admit I like the taste of cum. So what! So I got carried away with you, Lisa; that's certainly not the same as wanting...you know...."

"Wanting your son?" I completed. "I don't know; maybe we need to explore this more."

"Maybe not!" Nola shot back.

"Why not?" I pushed.

"For God's sake Lisa! That's so sick! Are you nuts?!" Nola exclaimed. "What were you expecting? You thought I'd do something in front of my own son?"

"I think that train already left the station," I chuckled. I don't know about you, but most would say that feasting on that cum bath while Rick watched was some pretty sick stuff."

"Oh God! You're right," Mom lamented.

I feared I had pushed too far, as Rick suddenly looked embarrassed and covered himself with a towel, before responding. "Yeah, this is getting kind of weird. Guess we should call it a night."

But then I caught a look of disappointment from Nola, seeing her slip lower in the water, as Rick covered himself. From the angle, I could see that she was now looking up under the towel, obviously still eyeing his deflating cock and pendulous balls hanging over the edge of the tub. 

I guessed that she was still hooked, and I decided to push the issue further. "Ok, but before we call it quits I want some honesty. You always told me that the truth was most important in relationships. Will you be honest with me here, Nola?"

"Well yeah, I guess so. What do you mean?" she asked suspiciously.

"Tell me honestly, even though he is your son, are you sexually attracted to Rick?"

"That's ridiculous!" Nola sounded disgusted. "What would possess you to even ask such a sick question? No one is sexually attracted to their own son!"

"Sorry. I just thought..."

"No, you're not thinking," Nola interrupted, still on a role. "My God, Lisa!! What kind of pervert do you think I am?"

"I don't think you're perverted at all," I said. "You once told me one person's perversion is another's turn on. You are two beautiful people with obvious sexual needs. Since I find both of you very attractive, I would think you might have similar feelings. You still haven't answered my question."

Nola was squirming with some discomfort now. "I-I thought I already did. I mean, I'm trying to be honest, but this is really making me uncomfortable. What do you want me to say?" she queried with a pleading look.

"Ok, let me ask it another way," I suggested. "Try to pretend he's not your son. If you met him at a hot tub party, would you find him attractive?" 

After a long pause, Nola responded. "Well, I'm his mother; so of course I would think he's attractive, but not in the way you think. That's just sick! I mean...Well, it's just...Oh God, this is really awkward. Ok, I'm a normal woman with natural urges. I'll be honest. God help me and I hope this doesn't upset you, Rick, but yes, he's a gorgeous hunk and I can't say that if we weren't related I wouldn't be attracted to him. What woman is her right mind wouldn't want to get her hands on..." She trailed off as she stared up under the towel and then suddenly seemed to snap back to reality. 

"Oh God, I can't believe I said that. But whatever you get me to say, my feeling about your ridiculous hypothetical isn't the issue. The point is that he is my son, and it's wrong. This is really embarrassing, Rick. I'm sorry, honey."

"Please don't be sorry, Mom. It feels kind of weird but also exciting hearing you talk about me that way. I know this is awkward, but I appreciate your honesty."

"And what about you, Rick?" I asked. 

"What about me?" He sounded confused.

"Well, your mom has been honest, and I'm sure she'd like to know what you're feeling, wouldn't you, Nola?" I pushed. 

"Well, ahh...I-I guess so," she responded somewhat hesitantly. "I'm not sure where this is going, but I always want to have open and honest communication with you."

"Ok, I'm not sure...Well, this is kind of uncomfortable." He paused, taking a deep breath. "Lately it's been hard to think of you as just Mom, especially when I saw you locked in that kiss with Lisa. And seeing you in those low cut tops—you know, where half your...Well, where you're spilling out, showing...

"Dear God!" Nola interrupted, shaking her head in dismay.

"Come on, Mom. You had to know that I'd get..."

"No, honey," Mom interrupted. "I swear. I was just trying to model things for Lisa. I never thought that...Well, I just wasn't thinking how it might impact you." . "How could it not?" Rick laughed nervously. "I mean, some of those outfits had you really looking hot!"

"Really?" Nola smiled over the compliment, before catching herself. "I-I mean, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to think of me that way."

"So what were you feeling, seeing your Mom like that," I pushed.

"Well...I felt kind of, you know...I mean, I really got excited, and then it was hard when..."

"How hard did it get." I smirked, calling attention to the unintended pun.

"Lisa!" Nola cautioned, as I observed Rick looking down with embarrassment. 

"I'm sorry, Rick." I realized I was pushing too fast. "I was just joking and didn't mean to embarrass you."

"That's inappropriate to even joke about," Nola continued. "Don't let it get to you, son. Go on."

"Well, like I was saying, I-I mean, it gets hard for me to think of you as just Mom, 'cause...Well, I-I feel weird thinking of you like...Well you know, it's—oh God—like I'm some kind of pervert. But no matter how I try, I just can't help thinking about you that way."

"What way is that," I pushed.

"Ok, that's enough, Lisa." Nola held up her hand. "Rick shouldn't have to explain any more."

"Yeah; this is more than awkward," Rick lamented.

"I know it's kind of embarrassing, Rick." Nola sounded sympathetic. "But I don't want you to feel bad. You're not a pervert and I had no business being so thoughtless with how I chose to dress around you. I was trying to help Lisa and I'm sorry if it caused some confusion in your feelings. It was all part of her education, trying to get her to open up some in the way she dressed."

"Well it worked!" Rick noted enthusiastically. "I love the hot way you've taught her to dress."

"She is beautiful in those sexy outfits," Nola agreed. "But I hadn't considered how the look I was trying to model for her would affect you. Still, you're a normal guy with normal urges that are heightened with revealing clothing—regardless of who's wearing them." She shook her head in dismay.

"Or because of who's wearing them," I suggested.

"Cool it, Lisa," Nola snapped back.

"What? Are you upset that Rick would find you attractive in those clothes?" I queried. 

"Well...Yes. I mean, no. I-I..." Nola was temporarily at a loss for words. "Can't we just drop this and talk about something else?"

"If you want, but it seems a little unfair to shut down after Rick took the risk of openly sharing his feelings with you." 

"Ok, you have a point," Nola conceded. "I suppose I should appreciate that honesty. It's just that this entire discussion is more than awkward and uncomfortable." 

"As it is for Rick," I reminded her.

"Ok, I guess I owe you a response," she sighed in resignation. "While it's kind of embarrassing learning about Ricks feelings it's also—I can't believe I'm saying this—kind of exciting. I guess I should feel complimented that a hunk like you finds a lady my age attractive. But I..."

"Not just attractive," he interrupted, showing more confidence with his mother's reassurance. "When I see you in those halter tops it makes me think about...Well, you're just so fucking gorgeous, I...."

"Richard!" Nola interrupted, wide-eyed in shock. 

"S-Sorry," Rick mumbled, hanging his head in shame.

"That's so out of line!"

"Easy, Nola." I stepped in, feeling badly for Rick. "Would you rather he thought you were ugly?"

"No, but that's no way for someone to talk about their mother."

"Yet you thought it was fine when he said I was fucking hot," I reminded.

"You're not his mother," she retorted. "No one should talk about their mother that way."

"Why not?" I challenged.

"Come on, Lisa." Nola was shaking her head in dismay. "I think it's more than obvious. I admit that I started this whole thing with how I dressed. And I take full responsibility for it. But we certainly don't need to double down on my mistake. Obviously this could get really carried away and we might say or do things we'll regret."

"I don't think there are any regrets yet," Rick countered. 

"Well I certainly have some about what I wore around you. Obviously Lisa doesn't need any more help with learning to dress for that alluring look. But I'm glad we've shared these concerns and from now on, I'll watch the way I dress so as not to make you feel uncomfortable."

"No, please don't change that. I really need...I mean I want to see you." 

"Now honey, you know we have to maintain appropriate boundaries. I certainly don't want to make things awkward between us." Nola sounded firm but also seemed to hang on his every word. She looked flushed, and her excitement was still evident in the barely perceptible movements of her arm, betraying the action below the surface. 

I suspected Rick took notice of this also, as he continued to push. "Come on, Mom. I know it feels kind of awkward. But it's also exciting. Honestly, Mom, after seeing you in all those skimpy clothes, I can't imagine having to go back to how it was. You're so beautiful."

"Y-You really th-think so?" She asked hesitantly, suddenly shyly smiling while batting her eyes at him. I took note of how she melted with compliments as I considered how this might be used to lower her inhibitions. 

"Of course, Mom. You're so hot, and I'd actually like to see more of you." 

This must have been too much, as Nola appeared to suddenly come to her senses. "Now Rick, stop that. I think you've seen quite enough of me already, young man. Look what I've started."

"You started it alright," Rick chuckled.

"And I was wrong, but...." She paused, glaring over at me before continuing. "Actually, I think Lisa started some of this. Anyway, honey; you're welcome to share your thoughts if you like, but you certainly can't see any more of me." Still, her curiosity and excitement with the conversation was clear as she continued, "I'm sorry I have to be firm on this, honey. You're still welcome to share more, as long as you know it's just talk."

"And just what am I supposed to share? I mean, I'm not sure what to say to you, Mom. You tell me you want to hear my thoughts and feelings but then it's like—I don't know—I may offend or gross you out. I feel like I'm taking all the risk here, while you seem to be getting excited with all this talk—until I say the wrong thing, or use the wrong words. I'm not sure all this honesty is worth it."

"Wha-wha-what do you mean?" Nola stuttered nervously, looking down, seemingly oblivious to her the rhythmic movement of her hand below. "I just thought you might like to share, so the openness and honesty could bring us closer."

"Come on Mom. You want to be honest and open? Really?" Rick challenged. "It's obvious that you're getting turned on with this talk and you're not as subtle as you think. You sat there watching me get naked, shared my cum with Lisa and now act all hyper when I say you're fucking gorgeous—all the while fingering your...."




Divine Depravity Ch. 02



"Dear God! I'm so sorry," she interrupted, jerking her hand away and hanging her head. "I didn't even realize that I was....God! This is so embarrassing, and I just can't explain what possessed me to...But you should know that it's not about you."

"Really?" I challenged.

"Cut it out, Lisa. How could you even think such a thing?" Nola shot back. "I was kind of...You know, I guess I was just feeling like...Well things have been so sexually charged here; it just got to me. You have to admit that it was a hot scene. But that's really no excuse. Please forgive me. I'm truly sorry for taking such liberties in front of you, honey."

"Liberties, hell!!" Rick scoffed. "I've been openly jacking off in front of you, Mom. Don't you think that's about as much liberties as you can take?"

"Well, yeah, but...I mean it's just that...Well..." Nola was struggling for a response and finally regained her composure. "Look, I'm the oldest and most experienced here and my responsibility is to focus on the pleasure of others, teaching healthy sexual expression. Your sexy play was supposed to be for you and Lisa. Unfortunately, I've been selfish and got carried away."

"But you liked it too," Rick pushed.

"God help me; yes I did like to...I mean, well, it was fun watching you two and..."

"...and hearing Rick's thoughts about you," I suggested.

"Ok, yeah, I have to admit, that was kind of exciting too," Nola conceded. "But you have to realize that's not the same as wanting you. Like, you know...Oh God, this is so embarrassing. I can't believe I've let things get so out of hand here. I feel like you kind of tricked me, Lisa. But no more; I'm really sorry for dropping the ball here."

"Stop it! There's nothing you need to apologize for, Mom. The only balls dropping here are mine, and since you've seen them, it only seems fair that I see more of you."

Nola frowned as she continued. "Now wait just a minute, honey. Talk is one thing. But I'm your mother, and I've already revealed too much with some of those skimpy outfits. I'm certainly not about to show you more. That's way over the line!"

Not willing to let the momentum die, I couldn't be silent. "Now think about it Nola. Mom used to always say that the Golden Rule should be our guide. And when you think about that, it seems like Rick has a point."

"What do you mean?" Nola took on a defensive tone. "I've think I've been more than understanding here, treating you the way I thought you'd want—going far beyond what conventional norms would sanction."

"To a point," I agreed. "But while we've both seen him and each other naked, Rick hasn't been given that pleasure. He hasn't even seen you in your suit," I observed, remembering the tiny G-string she was wearing.

"Lisa!" Nola warned. "Stop pushing things. You're way out of line here."

"But it seems like this is unfair discrimination, just because he happens to be your son. And some might say that you're being kind of selfish. After the show he put on for us, stark naked, giving me a facial with cum you seemed to enjoy sharing when..."

"Enough!" Nola interrupted, shaking her head in dismay.

"I'm not trying to embarrass you, Nola." Ok, maybe I was a little, but my intentions were noble! "My point is that after all that, it seems like the least you could do would be to let him see your suit."

"Yeah, Mom," Rick chimed in. "What's the big deal? It's not like I haven't seen you in a bikini before."

"But this isn't like..."

"Come on, Nola," I interrupted. "Just think about the Golden Rule and what Rick has done here."

Nola had a look of resignation as she still mounted a feeble protest. "But Lisa, you know what I'm wearing, and I certainly never planned on...I mean, I wore it on a dare, so you'd wear that suit for Rick. I thought he'd be so distracted that I wouldn't be noticed. Now I'm supposed to let him see me in next to nothing? Somehow it just seems wrong!"

"Well, you didn't seem to think it was wrong when you were watching your son jack off. It's not like you had to look, and you certainly didn't have to taste his..."

"Alright...Alright. You've made your point. This feels like a real setup, but it looks like the only way I'm going to get you off my back is to show this damn suit! Still, for the record, I think it's wrong."

Seeing her look of defeat, I responded, "Your objection is duly noted. Now come on," I encourage, as I took her arm. She reluctantly rose but quickly grabbed her sarong, covering her bottom as she stood up. 

I was about to protest that covering, before observing Rick taking in the view. He was just staring, speechless with his mouth hanging open. Her black globes were heaving as she breathed deeply. Two small strips barely covered her large nipples while the surrounding dark pigment was clearly visible through the material. The thin cloth stretched tightly over her erect tips as water dripped from the ends. I always loved to see those black tits, especially the way they contrasted dramatically with the bright red Lycra. Now she looked even hotter with her obvious arousal. 

Rick finally recovered and found his tongue. "God Mom, you look great! Your tits are spilling out all over that top. And your nipples...I can almost see them! They look so hard; you must really be hot over...."

"Please stop it, honey!" she interrupted. "You shouldn't talk like that; you're embarrassing me." But she seemed more excited, given her involuntarily arching, projecting further, as one nipple threatened to break free. 

Undaunted, Rick continued, "Nothing to be embarrassed about. You look better than any centerfold I've seen. Tits like that should never be covered, and speaking of coverage, what about the bottoms?"

"No, I'm sorry, but I'm just not comfortable with that. Isn't this enough for you?" She asked, cupping her huge tits as she continued to give conflicting messages.

"Oh, so you're not comfortable," I observed somewhat sarcastically. "But when Rick was uncomfortable you encouraged him to go ahead and expose himself and..."

"...and after I did," he chimed in, "I started getting comfortable with it, and then excited. Come on, Mom. You'll get used to it and you have to admit it's only fair. Pleeease!" 

"Well alright," she finally relented. "It's not like you haven't seen me in a bikini before," she reasoned. "But only the front. This is a G-string bottom and I'm certainly not about to show my bare ass—not to my own son!" With that she pulled off the sarong and let it drop.

Rick gasped with a shocked expression that made me follow his stare to where..."Whoa, that's hot!" I exclaimed as I saw the source of his excitement.

Rick's expression quickly turned from shock to sheer delight as he leered. "Holy shit Mom!! I can see your bare pussy!!"

He was right. During her previous hand job under water, she had inadvertently crammed the tiny crotch of her suit up her swollen slit. There was nothing left to cover her smoothly shaven outer lips, lewdly on display, engorged and glistening with her secretions.

Nola blanched, staring down in shock. We all gazed silently for a moment that seemed interminable, making the tension palpable, as all eyes bore down on her naked cunt.

Rick finally broke the silence. "That's one fucking hot cunt, Mom!!"

This seemed to shake her out of the trance and she shrieked, clapping her hand down over her crotch and quickly turning around. She was so distressed over her exposure that she remained oblivious to the reality. There she was, bending down, trying to adjust the crotch, all the while presenting us with a delicious view of her bare bubble ass.

"My God!" she objected. "I can't believe you got me to wear this damn suit. How in the fuck..."

"Such language, Mom!" Rick was obviously enjoying her discomfort.

"Fuck off... How in the hell...Can't get this crappy little patch to cover my...." She continued muttering and swearing as she vainly tried to cover her bulging cunt with the tiny piece of Lycra, cursing me for conning her into wearing the suit.

Rick gleefully moved in for a closer look at her voluptuous black buns. "Mom, your ass looks fantastic! It's so full and inviting, the way it parts when you bend over. I can see the string going up your crack. Hell, I can almost see your puckered hole!!"  

Suddenly, realizing how she was on display, Nola quickly straightened, turning to face us. I was biting my lip, trying to keep a straight facing, knowing I would blow it with any laughter. But it was hilarious! Watching her spinning one way and then the other, pretending she could somehow maintain some sense of decorum and modesty with her son, while wearing a tiny piece of cloth, meant to show far more than it hid. If only I'd had my iPhone, it would have made an unbelievable hit on YouTube! 

When she finally faced us, her cunt lips were only partially covered. But it was all she could do. That tiny red strip simply accentuated her camel toe, blatantly testifying to her obvious arousal.

"Well I hope you're satisfied," she said sarcastically, "now that you've totally humiliated me!"

"What are you talking about?" Rick asked. "I don't see what we've done to humiliate you."

"Dear God! My son is an idiot!" Nola shook her head in dismay, "You really don't know—after conning me into exposing myself like this?!"

"What about you humiliating me?" Rick shot back.

"I did no such thing!" she responded indignantly.

"No; you just encouraged me to expose myself. I felt embarrassed but you said to go ahead—probably so you could have a look at my cock."

"Richard Ronald!" she objected.

"You not only pushed me into this," he continued, ignoring her objection, "you sat there watching while I jacked off, waiting 'til you could cop a taste of my cum—your own son!"

"Oh God! I-I'm sorry and...."

"Now after all that, I'm suppose to feel humiliated?" he pushed. 

"No, of course not, darling," she reassured. "That not the same thing as...."

"No it's not," he interrupted. "All you've done is expose yourself a little. You're not even close to what I did—not like you're standing there buck-naked, frigging yourself."

"Yeah," I chimed in, "maybe you should go ahead and finger that sexy cameltoe." Nola gasped, but before she could respond, I continued. "That way you guys could be even."

"Lisa!" she objected. "You're totally out of line."

"But it's true, Mom," Rick followed up. "I've done a lot more than you have here and...."

"You think this is some game?" Nola interrupted incredulously, "...all about who does more? Well I'm not playing!" 

"It's not a game," I injected (though I knew at times it was). "Rick was just trying to make you feel less embarrassed, pointing out that he did far more, and yet you didn't think he needed to feel badly."

"But for me it's different, Rick. What you did was for Lisa—and yourself, I might add. I was trying to respond to your needs, but you're not listening to mine. I'm your mother and seeing me like this is totally inappropriate."

"Really?" Rick sounded sarcastic. "And whose fault is this? I certainly didn't pick out that suit that leaves you pretty much naked!" 

"Well, for God's sake! Neither did I. This was Lisa's idea," she responded accusatorily. 

"Not until you suggested that I wear my suit which shows a hell of a lot more," I retorted.

"True. But I'm his mother! Dear God! Can't you see the difference?"

"I guess not," I responded.

"Then you're fucking crazy!"

"Vitriolic attacks won't change the reality," I responded evenly, refusing to engage in kind. "Obviously you didn't think it was crazy when you were sucking on his cum."

Dear God!" Nola cried in dismay. "That should have never happened. I never imagined that it would lead to...What have I done?! And to my own son. You must think I'm a complete slut!"

"Don't be ridiculous, Mom." Rick vehemently shook his head. "I think you're...."

"No," she interrupted. "This is my responsibility and I've totally humiliated myself in front of you."

"That's not true," He disagreed. "I've done nothing but admire every inch of your gorgeous body. How does that humiliate you? Don't you like it when others find you attractive?"

"Well, usually...I guess. But this is different. You're my son. Can't you see that it's wrong for you to think of me like...You know..."

"No, I don't think we can," I responded."Isn't your son an adult who you love and respect as much as anyone?"

"Of course."

"And don't the most important compliments come from those we care for the most?"

"Well, I suppose," she responded hesitantly. "But this is....I mean, most would say it's kind of perverted, like—you know—incest."

"Come on, Mom. That ridiculous! Thoughts aren't incest," Rick tried to reassure. "You think I want to have sex—just because I admire your beautiful body?"

"No, of course not." She blushed. "You th-think I'm b-beautiful?" she stammered, shyly glancing up at him.

"Absolutely, Mom. You're a knockout!" Rick beamed at her. "Can't I say that about my own mother—without you thinking I'm about to jump your bones?"

"Yes, honey," Nola chuckled softly over the absurdity of his question. "I'm sorry if I overreacted."

"That's ok, Mom. I just don't want you to get the wrong idea. This is just some fun fantasy stuff. Why don't you just relax and enjoy it?"

"Yeah," I joined in. "Come on, Nola, admit it. Haven't you enjoyed the erotic atmosphere and flirting tonight?"

"Well, I guess so. But this certainly shouldn't be about my enjoyment. I always want to do what's best for you guys. I don't want things getting out of hand, or have things said or done that we might later regret."

"Don't worry," I told her. "You and Mom always said that as long as we practice the Golden Rule, we'll never go wrong. No one's going to force anyone to do anything they don't want to do."

"Thank you, Lisa." Nola sounded relieved. "That makes me feel a lot better."

"Now where were we?" I continued. "Oh yeah. Rick, you were going to share some thoughts about your mom after she showed more. I think we were talking about these," I observed as I nonchalantly tweaked one of her tits.

"L-Lisa!" She objected. "That's out of line and you shouldn't...."

"Come, Nola; lighten up," I interrupted putting a hand on her shoulder. "I was just playing around. He already knows we do it in private. Now do you want to hear what Rick has to say, or not?"

"I-I...Well, I guess so," Nola responded hesitantly. 

"Well, I was about to ask...." Rick paused, trying to gather his thoughts. "Oh yeah, did you want to hear my thoughts about those stunning tits, Mom?"

Her response told us that she still wasn't convinced. "Honey! Hearing you talk about...Well, using that language, I just think..."

"What...tits?" he interrupted. "You'd prefer I say breasts? I guess I could, but come on, Mom, win beauties like those have got to be called tits!"

"Yeah, Nola," I agreed. "You were the one who taught me that it was more exciting to use words like that."

"Yes, but that was when...Well, I don't know whether...I just think...Well, I mean, I really think this is pushing things," she said, expressing obvious reservations.

"Ok, I just thought girls liked to hear what other guys think and say about them."

This obviously peaked Nola's curiosity. "What do you mean, 'other guys?' How would you know anything about what men think about your mom?"

"Hell, Mom; I hear guys talk, even about moms sometimes, especially when they're as hot as you are. You want to know what some of my buddies say about that rack of yours?"

"Oh God! I don't know whether I'll be able to face your friends again. But, God help me, now that you've brought it up, I really am curious." She shook her head in dismay, while also grinning in anticipation (obviously more comfortable talking about admirers other than her son).

"OK, Mom. But this might be kind of graphic," he warned.

"Guys! You all have a one track mind," she laughed nervously. "But go ahead, honey. You know I've got to know now. What's being said about your old mom behind her back?"

"First, none of us think you're old. My friends say they can't believe you're my mom. I used to get kind of embarrassed when they would talk about you. But then I started feeling proud and excited when they'd comment on how hot you looked. They keep asking whether I get any sneak peeks and how much I've seen. Now that you've been dressing even sexier, they ask to come over just to see what you're wearing. When you're squeezed into one of those skimpy outfits, you wouldn't believe some of the things they say."

"Like what?" Nola was getting excited.

"Are you sure you really want to know? I mean, it's kind of explicit and I don't want you going off on me or anything."

"Come on," Nola pushed impatiently. "It's bound to all come out. What have your lecherous buddies been saying? Just spit it out."

"Ok, but don't say I didn't warn you. They're usually kind of buzzed when they start talking about what they'd like to do with you." He started at her chest as he continued. "They tell about wanting to grab you and hold you down, and then...."

"Oh God!" Nola gasped.

"Then they talk about pulling down one of those little tank tops you wear, so your tits would be spilling out. They say you'd get all hot, gasping for breath—just like you are now..." He trailed off, staring at her heaving chest.

"Go on," she pushed impatiently

"Well, they say that they'd take those beauties and slowly squeeze them, tweaking and pinching your nipples 'til they got nice and hard like..." He paused, his gaze transfixed on her glorious rack, spilling out from the tiny top. "...like they are now," he gasped, almost in a whisper. There was a moment of silence before his tone changed as he suddenly demanded, "Lose the top, Mom. I've got to see those tits bare!"

"Oh no you don't." She shook her head. "How could you even...That's so out of line!"

"How so," I challenged. "It's nothing like having your son show his big cock and jack-off in front of you."

"But I just can't," Nola wailed in protest, seeming to know that it was pointless. "Please Rick, how can you...Don't make me do this. I need...I mean, I want to hear the rest. But you can't want to see...Please!" Her voice was soft, and it seemed like a feeble protest. 

Rick was unmoved and, since our tag teaming had been working, I jumped in. "It's ok," I whispered in her ear, reaching around to cup those globes that she automatically pushed further against my hands. My fingers slipped easily under the top, and I felt her tremble. 

That was all the encouragement I needed, and I quickly pulled the small ties, letting the top drop. Nola suddenly grabbed for it, but too late. Instead she cupped her hands over her breasts. Given her size, this gave little coverage and she looked even sexier as the fleshy mounds bulged out around her hands with one erect nipple poking out from between her fingers. 

"Come on, Mom. Don't get all shy on us when we're just getting to the good part."

"Oh God; you guys!" Nola exclaimed, looking down in embarrassment. "I-I can't believe...I mean, modeling my suit was one thing, but showing my bare t-tits—it's just not right. Besides, whatever I do, it seems like you'll always want more. Can't you see this is wrong and has to stop?" 

"No, we can't," I responded. "As far as this being wrong, didn't you once say, 'anything goes as long as it's exciting and doesn't hurt anyone?'"

"Yes but...."

"And hasn't this been exciting," I interrupted, "with no one getting hurt?"

"I guess, so far," Nola responded slowly. "But at some point, things really could get out of control, and then someone could really be hurt. That's why it has to stop."




Divine Depravity Ch. 02



"Things don't get out of control," I persisted. "People do, and I don't know about you, but I certainly feel in control."

"So do I," Rick agreed. "Don't you trust us to have self-control here?"

"Of course, honey. But still..." She trailed off. 

"So, Nola, I guess you're the only one worried about losing control."

"That's not what I said!" she snapped back.

"No," I agreed. "You said you're the adult who always maintains control. So why the need for any concern?" I challenged somewhat sarcastically. "If you trust that Rick and I are in control, but you're still worried about things getting out hand, it can only mean that you're worried about losing control."

"You're twisting things." Nola was becoming more irritated. "Stop trying to make logical arguments to support the absurd. I think you understand my concern, and it's not about losing control."

"I thought I did, but now with Rick I'm not sure. You're always big on maintaining control and letting the tension build for others. But I guess when it comes to your son, it doesn't really apply. But maybe you're just too excited over this, or it's too threatening. And if you're that unsure about staying in control, maybe we should just call it quits." 

I was challenging her, hoping she'd take the bait as I handed her a towel for cover. She shook her head, obviously in a bind. She had to either choose the safety of stopping our erotic adventure (appearing to wuss out) or step up to my challenge, willingly continuing to push the limits. I was betting that her competitive side would win out. 

Nola sighed, pausing before she responded. Suddenly her entire demeanor changed, glaring at me in defiance as she countered, "That's bull shit, Lisa! I was worried about you guys getting carried away, certainly not me. And any excitement on my part has been over seeing you guys together, or maybe over Rick's hot talk, but certainly not over my own son. I'll put my maturity and self-control against you kids' any day." 

My gamble had paid off, and as she accepted my challenge with confidence. "By the time this evening's over, we'll see who's in control." 

With this last statement, she dropped her hands allowing those pendulous melons to swing free. Brushing aside the towel I was offering, she shamelessly, she projected further as she arched back in a provocative pose, those upturned tits seeming to defy gravity. "Is this what you wanted to see?" she asked, tantalizingly caressing and massaging her supple mounds. 

Rick was speechless, gawking unabashedly, clearly in shock over his reticent mom suddenly morphing into a seductress, putting her sensuous body on display like some porn queen. His other response was obvious, as towel covering his groin began to tent and pulsate.

I was thrilled with the breakthrough, smiling as I considered the possibilities. I wondering just how far Nola would go to try and win and how far it would take us down the road to divine depravity. 



Divine Depravity Ch. 03



I was still struggling to process the sudden turn of events. There Nola was, continuing to caress her stunning tits, while gazing down at her son, as his tenting towel testified to the impact of her lewd display. 

"Holy Shit!" Rick breathed. "I-I....ahh...."

"What's the matter, dear? Cat got your tongue?" Nola was grinning triumphantly. "Now who's in control?" 

"Holy Shit!" Rick repeated, breaking out in a smile, while continuing to lewdly gawk. 

"I think you've got his attention," I laughed. "How does it feel to have the upper hand?"

"Great!" Nola smirked. "Two can play at this game. Now, Rick, if you can stop gawking and shut that pie hole, maybe you'd like to continue with where you left off." 

"Oh yeah," Rick responded, shaking his head, still trying gasp the reality of his own mother was flaunting her tits in front on him. "I-I can't remember...I mean...." 

"I'm sorry. Is Mommy distracting you," Nola teased as she thrust out her chest, shaking her tits back and forth. "Go on, dear. I think I interrupted when you were sharing what your friends wanted to do with these," she reminded as she twisted each nipple. 

Rick stared as he swallowed and licked his lips, finally catching his breath and continuing. "Wow! You look fantastic! Now that's more like it. I'd love to...." 

"Easy, honey," Mom interrupted, cautioning him. "If I didn't know better, I'd think that your friends weren't the only ones having thoughts about me."

"Well, to be honest...." Rick paused, glancing at me, as he eyed his mom up and down, trying to gauge the mood—then changed his mind. "No, forget it." 

"Come on, what were you going to say?" I pushed. "You can't just leave us hanging." 

"Yeah," Nola agreed. "We agreed to be honest, so out with it." 

"Alright." Rick was shaking his head, obviously having reservations about what he was about to share. "If you must know, I have had thoughts about...Well, you know."

"Thoughts about what?" she pushed.

"You know, just some guy stuff..." 

"What kind of stuff?" She continued pushing. "You didn't have any trouble explaining what your friends said, but suddenly you can't tell me your own thoughts?" 

"Well, it's kind of awkward," he responded lamely. "Probably stuff that's best kept private. I just don't want to..." 

"My God!" Nola interrupted. "Your ideas must be awfully disgusting; you can't even be honest. I just wonder what kind of sick, depraved thoughts you're having about your mother." 

For God's sake! What in the hell was she expecting? I thought.  She's standing here with her tits hanging out, almost naked, and she's freaking out over what he might be thinking about her? She must be nuts! She's the one that needs some sex education!

Rick looked like a dear in the headlights, struggling to come up with a response during our stunned silence. "I-I didn't realize...I mean, I thought you were OK with...Oh God, I'm sorry. Just forget it. I guess I misread things."

"I guess you did," Nola responded evenly. "Anyway, you've started this, you may as well spit it out."

"Sorry, I don't think I can," he insisted. "Some things are best kept private."

"Whatever," she responded dismissively. "I certainly can't force you. I'm sorry for the misunderstanding and perhaps I've been sending confusing signals." 

"What the hell," I muttered, suddenly wondering where she stood. This was further confounded when she suddenly took an about face, going from confronting to seducing.

"I certainly wouldn't want to give you mixed signals," she teased as she fondled her breasts while slowly licking her lips.

"Geez, Mom!" Rick objected. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Oh dear," she responded sarcastically. "Am I doing it again—sending mixed signals when I touch myself like this?" Her hands slid down to caress her camel-toe as she continued. "I guess this could look like I'm trying to seduce you. I mean, does this bother you, honey?"

"W-Well, kind of. You get all upset, suggesting I'm thinking stuff about...Well, then you go touching your...You can't do that and expect me not to..."

"...to get all hot?" Nola completed. Hearing her chuckle I suddenly realized she was playing with us. Without waiting for a response, she continued. "You're right, darling and you're free to have any disgusting thoughts you want about your own mother and hide them—no matter how sick they are. Maybe after tonight you'll have more thoughts about me you want to keep private." She winked, as she continued seductively running her hands over her sensuous body.

"What in God's name ...?" Rick shook his head, obviously confused.

"She's teasing us," I explained; "jerking you around—not exactly playing fair."

"Maybe not," Nola conceded, "but do you think you've been playing fair, conning me into this?"

"You can't con the willing," I countered. "I think you wanted it too."

"How can you even think...Well, maybe a little," she admitted. "But you kind of tricked me too. And I couldn't help giving you a dose of your own medicine, showing that two can play at this game."

"No kidding." Rick sighed with relief. "You really had me going."

"Tell me about it." Nola chucked and then paused before continuing. "Seriously, you may as well tell me. I've openly shared some, and there's no use hiding your feelings. Right now it's the elephant in the room."

"But I'm worried you might get upset with what I share." Rick objected. 

"Well, there are no guarantees. I'm sorry I upset you with being gamey, though maybe turn about is fair play. Anyway, if we're committed to honesty, there will always be the risk of someone getting hurt or upset. But we can't hide things just because we're worried about offending. I'm a big girl and can handle it."

"Sorry, I've been worried that I'd somehow blow things here." Rick sounded relieved. 

"Blow what?" she asked suspiciously.

"Aahh, I guess I was thinking...Well..." Rick was at a loss for words. 

Poor Rick. He was clearly hot to get it on with his mom. Who could blame him, seeing her hot body and seductive moves? But he could hardly risk blowing it but admitting to what he feared he might blow—the opportunity to seduce his own Mom! 

I knew I had to rescue him and stepped into the awkward pause. "I think what Rick means is that he's worried he might say something that would blow the closeness we've been enjoying here this evening."

"Yeah, Mom." Rick visibly relaxed as he picked up on my thought. "It's been so special to have some open honest sharing here. And now that I feel so much closer to you, I just don't want to blow it."

"I'm not sure why you'd worry about that. We've always been close," Nola observed. "Honesty can't be practice based on outcomes. That's why it's considered risky; there are no guarantees. But since you guys pushed me to be more open here, it seems like it should go both ways."

"You're right," Rick conceded. "I'm sorry and I promise to be honest. So you really want me to share my honest thoughts about you—I-I mean, even sexual stuff?"

"Well, I have to admit this is the strangest conversation I've ever had. But thinking about the need for honesty, I guess I wouldn't have it any other way, darling—as long as we know it's just thoughts."

"Well, my thoughts about you are...God you've got a hot set of tits, Mom!" Rick jumped in enthusiastically. "Those black tips look like they're dying to get sucked. Wow! I love the way they gently move when you breathe. Want to know what else I want to do with those black beauties?"

"I-I...We probably shouldn't...I-I'm not sure where this is going, but..." Nola paused, suddenly looking more self-conscious as she dropped her hands, turning to the side. "God, I know I asked, but suddenly I'm not sure I want to know." 

"Afraid you might loose control," I challenged.

"Hardly," she shot back. "I can handle whatever, no matter what you guys think. Let's just remember, this is only sexy talk; if I end up getting kind of excited, that's just over the talk, not over you, honey."

"Ok, Mom." Rick sounded impatient. "We get it."

"I'm not sure you do," Nola persisted. "I'm just worried you might think...Well I don't want you to get the wrong idea that...Like I'm attracted to you—not that way. You know what I mean. I'm certainly no pervert and being your mom I couldn't have thoughts that...I mean, it's really sick. Just so there's no confusion on things, it will be less embarrassing if we understand this is just teasing talk and not really about us as a mother and son. I just don't want you thinking..."

"Yeah, yeah," Rick interrupted impatiently. "Whatever floats your boat, Mom. Now can I finished."

"Ok, as long as we're clear, then, yeah, go ahead. Aahh...Err...Wha-what else were you th-thinking?" She asked with both hesitancy and excitement. 

"If you must know—and I think you must—I was thinking how I'd like to gently hold your tits, stroking the sides. Then I'd begin planting soft kisses all over them, and giving their size, that's a lot of kisses! I'd see your nipples getting hard and then I'd start licking in circles until I got closer and closer to those—God, your nipples are hard!...Aahh...." He paused, letting the tension build as he watched her breathing hard.

"And th-then what?" Nola pushed impatiently. I could see from her arousal that her boundaries were quickly crumbling. 

"Then I'd touch your nipples with my tongue and slowly suck them, harder and harder while..." 

"Aahh," she moaned. 

"...while you begged for more."

"P-Please," she gasped.

"Then I'd have you lay down, and while Lisa held your tits together...Oh God, such a beautiful dark cleavage. I'd climb on board and slide my black pole right up that hot licorice valley!"

"Ahhh!" Nola moaned, beginning to squeeze and massage her tits once again.

"Oh yeah! I'd fuck those tits and have the tip of my cock hammering against your throat. You'd be so hot I'd be shooting my white cum all over your black tits!" 

By this time Rick was obviously aroused as the towel lewdly tented upward. over his groin formed a tent that was moving rhythmically with his pulsations. Nola was breathing rapidly as she stared at him while her hand moved to caress her crotch.

"God, this is driving me crazy!" she said. "Please go on."

"Well, then it would be your turn. I'd watch you and Lisa lick off my cum. That would get me nice and hard again so I could feed it to you. I'd have you..."

"Ummm," she moaned, licking her lips.

"I'd have you deep-throat me until...Aahh, until I-I...."

"Until what? Come on!" she begged breathlessly.

"...until you were swallowing my head down your throat! I wonder how much of me you could take, Mom."

"I could...Oh God, stop!" Suddenly coming to her senses, she continued. "You just called me 'Mom,' and...I mean, you're talking about doing me—doing this to your own mother! I told you we couldn't...I don't know what to think. How can you...we...It's so perverted and disgusting, and...God! I must be sick! We really have to stop this."

"What are you talking about, Mom?" Rick looked defeated. "I thought we were having a good time. What's wrong now?"

"I was having a good time; listening to you like it was someone else&38212just two adults engaged in a teasing fantasy. But when you said 'Mom,' I couldn't pretend anymore. Suddenly I realized this was my own son talking about seducing me. That's obviously sick, perverted and disgusting to even consider, but...Well, then at the same time I felt really excited and...Well, I must be really sick! I can't believe I'd feel...It's so confusing. Like I said, we need to stop."

"Come on, Mom," Rick pleaded.

"No, Son; I know I invited you to share your thoughts. But the way we've both gotten excited...Well, I can't say this is just about two adults. We have to admit that we're mother and son and now it's bordering on incest. We have to maintain appropriate boundaries." Still, her tone lacked conviction.

"That's not what you told me when this started with you teaching me," I reminded her. 

"Didn't you say that learning to open up was important? If I remember right you said it was essential to 'break through boundaries that can interfere with sexual fulfillment.' You encouraged me to drop the barriers, and I did, like with wearing skimpy clothes and other stuff. But now when we're trying to have fun here, you're getting all hung up on holding to boundaries that interfere with us getting close."

"Wow, Lisa; I'm impressed," Rick complimented. "You really did learn your lessons well."

"Yes, what a wonderful student," Nola responded sarcastically, "...one who learned her lessons a little too well, I might add. Leave it to you to try and apply that principle to something this ridiculous. There are always exceptions to every rule." 

"Oh, I see," I responded sarcastically. "So all that stuff on boundaries was a slick pitch you sold me, all so you could manipulate and seduce me. Congratulations, Nola; I'd say it worked—getting into my panties."

"Lisa!" she objected.

"It's ok," I assured. "Don't get me wrong; I loved it. But now when the tables are turned, suddenly boundaries are important to keep. I guess it only applies when you want things for yourself."

"Oh Lisa, please don't say that. You know how much I care about you," she insisted. 

"Everything I did was for you and I meant what I said. I can't quite explain how this is different, but...I mean, there have to be some boundaries. Everyone knows that inhibitions around incest are normal and appropriate."

"Appropriate for who?"

"It's whom," she corrected. "I hope you passed that English final."

"Whatever," I responded dismissively. "My point is that one size doesn't fit all and from what you've taught me, I thought we weren't supposed to go for only what is appropriate and normal. When it comes to consenting adults, I learned from you and Mom that inhibitions interfere."

"Yes, but we certainly weren't thinking..."

"Let me finish," I insisted. "Mom said that most who stick with what is normal and appropriate have ho-hum sex lives, and that if I wanted more, I had to be willing to risk trying what others might find objectionable. I remember her telling me that the best sex involved total abandonment, letting go all inhibitions so the primitive animal inside could take over. She said this was the only way the wild erotic beauty within could come out."

"I remember her saying that too," Nola agreed, "and it's a beautiful thought. But I'm not sure that...."

"Just think about it," I interrupted. "Most animals don't discriminate when there is a biological relationship."

"We're not animals," Nola shot back.

"Well, in some ways we are. Besides fantasy teasing is certainly not incest," I argued.

"I know. It's just that I think it's pushing things."

"And yet that's exactly what you've taught me," I countered, "telling me I need to push my comfort zone. But, after all this talk about letting go, aren't you letting your own inhibitions take over, discriminating and showing prejudice toward your own son? It seems like selfishly hanging on to fears and inhibitions may be depriving us all of an exciting close time together, maybe even the divine depravity Mom talked about."

My guilt trip seemed to have had an effect as she appeared unsure how to respond. "I-I guess I didn't think of it that way. I mean I just thought...You know, I just felt it was kind of weird with...I mean, I really wasn't trying to ignore your needs and maybe I have been a little closed. I just don't want to let things happen that might risk hurting you."

"Are you really worried about hurting us or you?" I challenged. "Thinking the Golden Rule, and what Rick wants, I can't see how there's much risk of him being hurt." 

Nola looked flushed with embarrassment and excitement as she responded. "Maybe you're right. To be honest, I worry some that it's been so long since...You know I can really...Well, when I get excited, it can get kind of crazy. I mean when I...I'm not sure you'd think my 'wild erotic beauty' was all that attractive." She laughed sheepishly. 

"I'm sure I'd always think you were a beauty," Rick chimed in.

"Th-thank you, honey. But it could get really embarrassing in front of both of you. I've always prided myself about being open with my feelings, but I certainly don't want to appear selfish. And even if we are open and honest here, don't you think this is a terrible risk for all of us?" 

I sensed the guilt was helping to crumble her resistance. "Well as they say, 'nothing ventured, nothing gained.' And you certainly don't need to worry about embarrassing yourself, not after seeing us both in such a compromised position—getting off, no less. You said it was beautiful. I've been dying to see you get off, and I know we would both enjoy and learn from someone more experienced in this, right Rick?" 

"Absolutely." he picked up on my cue immediately. "I love what your teaching has done for Lisa and never realized all you had to offer. Now that I know how experienced and open you are with sex, I'd love for you to teach me too. I haven't really been sure of some things, but thought I should just know it. I never had someone I felt I could talk with about this. But now this is fantastic, knowing that I can learn from someone I trust like you, Mom."

This appealed to her maternal instincts and she seemed to relent. "Well I'm not sure how much you'll learn, but I do feel honored that you'd choose me to teach you some—as long as we're clear on what you're expecting."

"What do you mean?" Rick asked.

"Well, you know that my teaching has involved some live physical interaction with Lisa. Obviously, given our relationship, this can only involve talk. Seems like any physical contact would be inappropriate."

"Oh...Yeah, I guess." Rick was clearly disappointed, but tried not to show it. "Talking can still be exciting and I'm sure you can teach me lots."

"I hope so, honey. And I don't want my hang ups to interfere with this process. I-I...Oh this is just too weird, like...This talk about opening up is getting me kind of....Well, I'm feeling, you know...Oh hell, you guys asked for it—It's making me horny! There I admitted it. Are you happy?"

"Thrilled," I bubbled. "It was kind of obvious. But doesn't it feel good to be honest about your feelings?"

"I suppose."

"And now that you and Rick have been honest, I think it will make for hotter fantasies—about you getting it on with your own son."

"Aahh," Nola gasped, shaking her head.

"See, even the suggestion gets you going," I observed.

"It's crazy and I'm not sure what's gotten into me, but...."

"Nothing yet," I quipped.

"Lisa! You can't talk like that," Nola admonished. "I'm Ok with some hot talk on...My God! I can't believe I'm even agreeing to this."

"What? It's only talk," Rick reassured.

"But it's about us—mother and son talking about erotic thoughts about each other. 

But remember, nothing can happen here—not for real. As long as it's just talk, and you know that it's not like I really want you for real, then I'm ok with this, I guess."

"Ok, Mom, but then, as long as we're not getting physical, anything goes," Rick pushed.

"I suppose," She grudgingly agreed. "I just hope we don't regret this."

"You won't," I assured.

"Ok, then." Nola shook her head, showing lingering reservations. "Go on, Rick. I think you left off with telling me about g-getting...putting that thing down my...." She paused shaking her head and looking down. "I'm sorry, this is so embarrassing I can't even say it."

"Then I will," Rick chimed in, looking thrilled as he leered at her. "I was telling you how I'd cram my cock down your throat, watching you suck me off. God, I'd love to feel that! I just wonder how much of me you could take." 




Divine Depravity Ch. 04



Nola was rapidly panting, anticipating her climax while her son was about to dump a load all over her. But I wanted to prolong our fun and had decided to literally take matters into my own hands. 

As I pulled away Nola's hand she immediately protested. "Oh, come on, Lisa! I'm almost there! Please!" She begged, with repeated moaning and groaning as she lewdly humped the air. But I continued to hold on firmly as she lay there writhing and twisting, opening and closing her legs in a vain attempt to continue the stimulation. Finally, her panting gradually subsided, and she eventually came to her senses. 

"Oh God, I'm sorry. This is so embarrassing. I really did get carried away. I can't believe the things I've said in front of you. Oh God—my own son! How could you guys do this to me?"

"Excuse me," I chimed in. "But from what I saw, you were doing yourself."

"Oh God, I know, and it's so embarrassing! I am the mature one who was supposed to monitor things and try to meet other's needs, and I went and...I really let you down, focusing on my own pleasures."

"Come, Mom," Rick whined. "We enjoy you getting hot, and I don't see why..." 

"B-but...God forgive me, I've been having thoughts that....Oh God, what am I saying? I knew I shouldn't have let you talk me into this. But still, it is my responsibility. Please forgive me," she said as she stood up.

"What in God's name are you apologizing for, and why in the hell did this have to end," Rick lamented, looking rather crestfallen as he heard his mom's regret.

"Patience Rick, patience," I winked trying to reassure him. "Nola taught me that sexual experiences are much more exciting if you let that tension build, then back off and build again, right Nola?"

"Well I did say that but this is different. I mean, this was supposed to be just a fun fantasy and it's not really going anywhere, right?" Again, her lack of resolve was obvious. 

"Well I'm certainly not ready to call it quits," I told them emphatically. "I want to..."

"Well I don't care what you want," Nola interrupted. "This has gone far enough now. What were you expecting me to do—fuck my own son, for God's sake?!

I side stepped her question. "Hey cool it Nola. You looked like you were enjoying this as much as anyone, and like we said, no one is going to be forced to do anything they don't want to do. I actually was thinking about my own needs here."

This seemed to take the wind out of her sails. "Oh, I'm sorry honey. We really have been ignoring you," she said with some relief. "I'd love to bring you some pleasure. In fact you could start by taking off your bikini."

"Really?" I asked, feeling shocked by her suggestion, one which I assumed was off limits. "Are you sure? I mean, would Daddy be Ok with that?"

"Why not? I'm sure that he'd agree your attire should be appropriate for the occasion and setting. Haven't you ever heard of joining others for a hot tub party in the nude? We used to do it with your...I mean, well, we used to do it all the time." 

"Wow! You mean it?" I asked, still wanting confirmation.

"Of course. We started out in swim suits. But now that Rick and I are nude, you're the only one out of place. Obviously this is turning into a typical clothing optional hot tub party."

"Wow!" Rick chimed in enthusiastically. "This is going to be great with..."

"Now don't get any ideas," Nola interrupted. "Getting naked might be kind of fun and exciting. But there still won't be inappropriate touching or actual sex."

"Oh yeah!" Rick exclaimed.

This was better than I could have hoped. Rick was so cute, looking like a kid in a candy store with his tongue hanging out as I moved over close to him. "How about helping me out of this top?" I asked.

"But remember, no touching," Nola admonished

"God! This is unbelievable!" he exclaimed, as I felt his trembling fingers struggling, finally loosening the ties. I continued to hold the top against me, turning to face him. "Come on; I'm dying," He begged.

"Ok...Enjoy your first look at my tits." I slowing dropped the top, reveling in the sensation of having my tits freed—kneeding them with my hands and provocatively twisting my nipples. 

Observing Rick's response—his wide-eyed stare and gaping mouth—gave me a rush. Suddenly I felt like a stripper on stage with an audience of one who was totally mesmerized and under my spell. The power was intoxicating, inspiring me to play the part. I arched back, caressing my body and then began prancing around; moves that animated my tits—gentling bouncing to and fro in their own provocative dance. 

"So what do you think, big guy?" I asked, knowing but wanting to hear his response.

"Aaahh...I-I...." He gasped, struggling for words. "They're fucking fantastic! Unbelievable! I'm dying to touch...Oh God!"

"Just pretend you're at a strip club, honey," Nola chimed in. 

I picked up on her suggestion, posing provocatively while shaking my finger. "The customers can never touch." I grinned leaning down to shake my tits back at forth—so close my nipple "accidentally" grazed his face. 

"Aah!" he gasped, his tongue out, vainly trying to make contact as I prolonged his torture by pulling up a few inches short. "Fucking tease!" he cried in objection and excitement. "You really want to kill me!"

"How do you like those moves I've taught her?" Nola chimed in again, obviously proud of her porno protégé. "Looks like your prim and innocent girlfriend is a closet stripper!"

"More like a God-damn fucking porn queen! Can't I feel them—just once?"

"Soon babe, soon. But right now, maybe there's something else you'd like to see."

"Come on! Quit teasing. I gotta see that sexy pussy!" He exclaimed.

"Calm down, Rick. Is that all I am to you—just a fucking cunt? How about showing little restraint?" I suggested.

"I'm sorry. You're just so hot, I have a hard time controlling myself."

"Patience is a virtue," I admonished. "I've learned that waiting always has you appreciate it more." 

"She's right," Nola agreed. "I've got to hand it to you, Lisa; you really learned those lessons well."

"Can we forget the God damn sex ed?" Rick pushed with growing irritation. "I just want to see some pussy."

"Well, if that's all you want, I'm sure we can find some nice hot pussies for your viewing pleasure online," I teased.

"Come on," Rick pleaded. "You know what I want."

"Yes, but a girl likes to hear it," I cooed.

"For God's sake! I want to see your cunt! Not stop being such a fucking tease!"

"My, my; such language," I chuckled. "You can hardly accuse me of teasing—not with the way my pussy's already showing through in this G-string. But since you insist and you're totally hot, I'll show you the rest of the package." 

I unhooked the rhinestone string, easing down the tiny patch to reveal my full slit. I let it drop, stepping toward Rick, as I caressed my boobs and pussy, reveling in my nudity.

My new look was not lost on Nola who moved in. "Can you believe how hot she is? Can you believe these tits," she said as her hands replaced mine, eliciting a gasp as she started to fondle them. "I'm sorry you can't touch yet. But maybe watching me will help you get a feel for them—pun intended," she laughed.

"Oh Gaawd!" Rick groaned in protest.

"And check out this cunt," she continued, her hands sliding up my thighs toward my naked vee. 

"God! She's so hot, she's got cum running down her leg! Have a taste, honey," she said, offering him one of her fingers. 

"Uhhmmm!" he moaned, grabbing her hand, briefly inhaling before enthusiastically sucking on her fingers.

I could barely contain myself, dying for that touch that had been interrupted, but mesmerized by the scene of my boyfriend eagerly licking my cum off his mothers fingers. Thankfully the wait was brief as my impatient humping was soon rewarded by her hands returning to explore my sodden gash.

"Aah...Yeess!" I gasped.

"How about kneeling down, honey," Nola suggested. "Don't you think Rick deserves the full view?" I quickly complied, taking on the same position as I had for that first ass-fucking from Nola. "Look, honey; you can see...No, Rick; you need to come closer. Just remember the rules: no touchy feely. 

"Aahhh...Huh!" I panted, feeling his hot breath on my ass—dying for his tongue.

"Can you believe that sexy tight bud?"

"Aahheee!" I cried as I felt her tongue on my quivering hole, then sliding down to the slit below.

"Fucking unbelievable!" Rick exclaimed.

"You g-got th-that right, son," Nola agreed, panting from her own arousal. "Look how her lips gape open, honey. This cunt is dying to be filled with your cock!"

"And I'm dying to fill it! Oh God! I don't think I can wait. Please!" he begged 

"Soon dear. Her graduation certificate should be coming any day now." It had been three days since I sent in my last test, and the wait seemed interminable. "And remember," she added, "the more tortured the wait, the greater the rewards."

"That's easy for you to say," he complained. "I don't see you waiting."

My God! He's right, I thought. Here Nola and I are, having our fun, often daily getting off together—without waiting. Meanwhile Rick's sitting here, being tortured, with his Mom not only ignoring him—she's getting off on it! 

The unfairness of it all broke through, even while my mind was a fog while I selfishly sought my own release. Suddenly I flashed on my original plans for the night that had been forgotten in the distraction of my arousal. I had to take back control. It seemed like a monumental effort to cap my own volcano, but I was hoping it would help us in the path to divine depravity.

"I love your t-touch and wh-what it d-does to me," I panted, while pulling away and turning to sit down. "But that's not exactly the pleasure I'm looking for right now."

"What the hell..." Nola was obviously taken aback. "I don't understand."

"Yeah," Rick agreed, leering at my glistening pussy. "I wanted to see you cum again."

"And you will; just not right now. I want something more."

"Now Lisa, you know Rick can't touch the places you want," Nola reminded. "What more can I possibly give you?"

"You can give me the pleasure of pleasing you."

"Now wait a minute, Lisa. I don't like where this is going." Nola was shaking her head. "We've discussed this before and I thought I'd been clear. My role is to help you learn sexual pleasures, not to indulge myself. Now let's finish showing Rick just how we play together," she suggested as she began squeezing my butt.

"Hold on." I shook my head. "Are you really sure you're into our pleasure, Nola?"

"Of course; you know how much I care about both of you. Are you upset just because I won't join you—in incest, for God's sake?! That's ridiculous!" she concluded in disgust.

"No, you know that was just fantasy stuff." I tried to be dismissive. "I'm talking about the excitement of giving pleasure. You love to give me pleasure, but you still haven't given me the same, letting me get you off. Aren't you attracted to me?"

"Of course, you're beautiful."

"And do you enjoy turning me on?"

"You know I do, honey. I love it! It's so thrilling to watch the way I excite you."

"And you want to teach me all about gaining sexual gratification?"

"Obviously; what's your point? Let's just get to it," Nola pushed, reaching for me once again.

"My point is this:" I said, pushing her away again. "Since giving is certainly a part of getting sexual pleasure, why are you denying me this?" 

Nola looked stumped, and I breathed a sigh of relief, sensing that I was finally getting the upper hand as she paused before responding. "I see your point. I was so worried about taking advantage of you I never considered...Well, I guess I have deprived you of that part of sex. But I don't think I'm the one to teach you about this."

"Why not?" I pushed.

"Well, to be honest, I don't trust myself. You can see that I'm a very sexual person and I'm afraid I'd get so carried away I'd lose sight of my role as teacher. Obviously I already let things go too far tonight and we need to be careful."

"Come on Nola, I think that's a cop out," I insisted. "Seems like I'm good enough for you to turn on for your own pleasure but then it's different when the tables are turned."

"Yeah, Mom," Rick jumped in. "I would love to watch Lisa turn you on. You watched us getting off together. So what's wrong with her doing you now?"

"I just think it's a mistake. After the huge phenomenal changes Lisa has gone through in just a few short weeks, now about to graduate, I don't want to blow it. I've invested so much in her education and..."

"...and gotten some fringe benefits," I interrupted with a chuckle.

"That's my point," she continued. "Fringe benefits are one thing, but when the teacher becomes the primary beneficiary, that's a problem. I could end up taking advantage in..."

"Why would you worry about taking advantage," Rick interrupted. "You're the one saying that you'll always be in control. But now you're afraid—with us?"

"I think she's afraid she can't control herself with you," I suggested, half teasing, half serious.

"Easy, you guys; you're ganging up on me," Nola protested but was smiling at the same time. "I suppose you're right; God knows I'm getting wet just thinking about it. I guess we can give it a try, but if I say stop, we stop. I just don't want any regrets."

"Come on, it will be great," I assured her as I leaned in for a kiss.

She was obviously more than ready, despite all of her objections, and she immediately took in my tongue, pressing her body into mine. We were both caught up in total passion, and in unison slid to the cushion on the deck. I began kissing her all over, thrilled to feel her responding as she moaned her pleasure. 

Then I remembered who this was really for: Rick. He sat there with this silly grin staring between his mother's legs, obviously hooked by her gaping slash in full view with her legs splayed wide. I winked at him, motioning him to come closer.

He took my cue and began commenting. "Boy Mom, you are really juice. I'd love to taste some of that. Ummmm."

"Oh God, honey. I'd...Well, going with our fantasy, I'd love that but, we...You know we can't," she said between moans. Undaunted Rick moved in as I slid my hand down not quite touching her cunt. 

"Aah...Yeess!" She exclaimed, bucking her hips and begging for more as I mouthed her tits, kissing my way down toward the source of her intoxicating aroma.

"How about giving the same to me," I suggested, dipping down to taste her cunt as I straddled her face to join in a 69. 

My pussy was right over her and she was soon giving me as good she was getting, with both of us panting and moaning in response to our mutual oral feast. I knew the goal was to seduce her—not me—but this was feeling great and I thought that a little detour wouldn't hurt. Besides, she would be more off her guard if she thought this was about my pleasure again. 

"God! Your tongue!" I gasped, shoving hard against her face. "Huh! Huh!" I panted, feeling her parting my cheeks as her hand slid down to...."Yesss!" I hissed, thrilled with the depravity of her finger penetrating my puckered hole. 

I was dying to feel her tongue there once again and pulled my head from her cunt to sit on her face for deeper penetration. She was right there, grabbing my ass with both hands, holding me wide open. She tenderly licked the sensitive puckered skin and gradually worked her tongue all the way down to my clit. I was ecstatic, rocking back and forth on her as I grabbed my tits and began squeezing them.

I became so caught up that I had almost forgot about Rick—that is until I felt his large hands gently caress my face and back. I turned just as he leaned over and met my lips with his. We exchanged a passionate kiss as our tongues danced in and out in oral intercourse—as close as we could get to the real thing.

When we finally broke, Rick was excitedly licking his own lips as he exclaimed, "That was fantastic. Mom's juices on you taste great! It's almost as good as licking Mom's cunt myself."

Nola moaned in response, which is all she could do, since she was still buried neck deep in my ass. But Rick's comment gave me another idea. "Maybe you'd like to taste my juice too," I whispered in his ear as I pulled away from her and winked at him. 

"Hey, wait," Nola protested. "From the way your pussy was flowing, I really had you going. Why are you stopping now?"

"You're right. It felt great but we have to think about Rick's pleasure too," I observed.

Nola was immediately on her guard, voicing her objection. "Now hold on, guys. I already told you the boundaries. Rick has to stick with the rules with you, Lisa. And that goes doubly with me."

"Take it easy, Mom. I was just..."

"No, Rick," she interrupted. "I consider myself sexually adventurous, always up for a first time at anything—just not with my own son! That's incest. I may be open, but even I have to draw the line at something so disgusting and depraved."

"No Mom, you don't understand. You look so beautiful with your face and lips all shiny and coated with Lisa's juices. I just wanted to taste it. Would it be alright if I kissed you?"

Nola looked perplexed. "Oh honey, I'm...I don't know. I'm not sure that's such a good idea, even if it doesn't break the rules. I mean it...It seems like it's pushing..."

"Oh come on," I interrupted. "What the big deal about just a kiss?"

"But it's not just a simply kiss," she objected, "not with having your cum on my lips. It just seems....

"Disgusting?" Rick injected, "like when you were letting me lick her cum off your fingers?" 

"Oh God! What kind of mother...What was I thinking?" Nola was shaking her head in dismay. 

"You were thinking of you son's needs," I reassured, "and it was beautiful seeing you sharing with him." 

"You really think so?" she asked, still unsure. 

"Of course, Nola." I stroked her cheek, trying to put her at ease. "Didn't it feel good to see Rick so thrilled with what you gave?"

"I suppose," she agreed. "But now he wants to kiss me—on the lips."

"Come on, Nola," I pushed. "You've kissed your son before and now you're going to be a tight-ass about this? Give me a break! You're going to refuse him a simple kiss?" I queried, trying to make it sound far more innocent than I knew it would be.

Now, as I had hoped, Nola felt rather petty and finally relented. "Well, alright, I guess one kiss won't hurt."

"Great! Thanks Mom," Rick said triumphantly as he leaned down. 

However, if she was expecting a peck, she was in for a surprise. He began by gently stroking her face and lips. Then he slowly brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them. "Umm, you taste great Lisa!"

I could see where this was going and decided to assist in her arousal. "God! I'll never get used to seeing these gorgeous tits," I observed, beginning to massage her massive black globes as I sat opposite to Rick. 

"Ummm!" I moaned, bending down to tongue and suck her rigid nipple just as Rick leaned in for the kiss.

The timing was perfect. As Nola responded to me, opening her mouth in a moan, he gently licked her lips while holding her face in his hands. She sighed, vulnerably allowing her lips to part further as his mouth covered hers. 

"Humm...Aahh...Noaahmmm!" she suddenly protested, struggling to pull her head away in a feeble, desperate attempt that was destined to fail—an endeavor I suspected she wanted to fail. 

Ignoring her protestation, Rick's strong hands held her in place as his tongue worked its magic. I could see her resistance gradually wane in response to the firm, persistent but every so gentle oral exploration by her son. While the outcome was a foregone conclusion, I watched with baited breath as she succumbed to his invasion, finally meeting his oral onslaught with her own passion. Suddenly she was pulling him deeper with her hands on his head, welcoming the incestuous penetration!




Divine Depravity Ch. 05



Nola and I continued our cum sharing kiss until we were finally interrupted by Rick. "You guys really know how to clean up. But there's one part that still needs cleaning," he said hopefully, waving his semi-erect pole over his mother's face. 

Before she could object I put a hand behind her head and pulled her up, bringing her opened lips to his dangling tool. He quickly slipped the tip between lips, and she slowly licked and sucked him. With this stimulation, he started growing once again and he began moving deeper into her mouth. 

This seemed to be crossing another line for her and she pulled away. "Now honey, that's clean enough. It's been great but I think it's gone far enough. So far we've just gotten into some mutual stimulation, I guess. But you know we can't really have sex together."

"Come on Mom. You can't stop now. Licking me off isn't really like actual sex. I mean I don't see how it's that much different than you licking my cum from your tits."

"He has a point, Nola. You've already gotten a load of his cum from my mouth and your tits. I don't see how getting it from his cock is that much different. Seems like you're kind of splitting hairs here."

"Well I know, but still, it's not...I mean sucking my breast is different that sucking his cock. It just seems wrong." Despite her objections, I thought she might relent, until Rick suddenly backed off.

I was surprised to hear him reassure her. "Oh I understand, Mom. I just meant for you to lick it some. I mean...Well—this is kind of embarrassing—you know, no one really sucks it down. I mean, I can't expect that; I'm just too big and would hurt if...."

"You mean," Nola interrupted excitedly, "are you saying...Well. Aaah...You really haven't...." She was grasping for words as she stared up at his growing tool. "...ever had someone suck you?" 

"No, never," Rick replied with disappointment.

"Oh, honey, you've never felt someone lick up and down that shaft like a giant lollipop?"

"I can only wish," he lamented.

"You've never felt that rim slip past someone's lips as your head slides in and is sucked down tight?" Nola spoke seductively as she licked her lips.

"Nooo!" he groaned, as his hips thrust involuntarily, causing the shaft to make a wide arc with each move.

"So you've never felt your shaft pass someone's lips as a soft tongue swirls and coats you, taking more and more of you 'til you feel the tight velvet flesh of someone's throat around that head?" Nola was grinning in anticipation, obviously enjoying her sense of control now.

"Oh God, no! Stop teasing me, Mom," Rick panted as he hung on her every word. 

"I'm sorry, honey. Am I making you uncomfortable?" she cooed seductively as she licked her finger and slowly slid it in her mouth. "I just thought with all the hot talk you've given me I'd give some back. It's kind of fun being on the giving end of things, being in control of getting my own son all worked up. I thought you'd enjoy picturing what you've been missing." 

She looked smug as she continued; ignoring his gasps and groans with each suggestion. "So you've really never felt that cock hammering down the back of someone's throat, so deep you could feel the soft tissue like a glove around your head while the muscles swallow you deep, feeling the velvet membranes contracting over every part of the sensitive rim in a vacuum hold, sending exquisite sensations deep in your groin, forcing further penetration, so that when those giant balls tightened up, you could feel a spasming, pulsating stream shoot so deep there was no need to swallow—you've never felt that, honey?"

"Oh God Mom, you're driving me nuts! You'd better stop before I lose control and force it down you. It sounds fantastic, but I guess I'll have to settle for the fantasy. I mean I don't expect...It really is ok. Girls tell me I'd end up gagging them, and they'd throw up. That certainly wouldn't be a turn on for me or anyone else." He laughed nervously. "But licking me would..."

"You shouldn't ever think that, honey," Nola interrupted. "Your size isn't the problem. I don't want you to ever feel bad about your size. The problem is you've obviously never had someone who has some skill and experience with giving oral sex."

"Well he is awfully big, Nola," I chimed in, now realizing that his virgin status was a potent seduction in breaking through her boundaries. "I'm not sure how someone could really get their mouth around that head, let alone suck the rest of it down."

The challenge was too much for Nola to resist, as I saw her eyeing him hungrily. "Well I probably shouldn't be doing this. Oh God, I'm your mother and I can't believe I'm even thinking this. But I believe you need to know that oral sex is possible for you. I've already licked you off some, so I guess...I mean...Well, taking you down my throat isn't that much different." Nola was struggled to rationalize her decision.

Before she could change her mind Rick jumped in. "Oh God, Mom. You mean, you actually want to try sucking me off? I know you can't do that much with my size, but it feels so terrific that you want to try."

His was so understanding and so needy; what mother could resist? Obviously not Nola. "I'm going to do more than try, honey. This is so exciting, to know I'm the first! Just lie down and get ready for the first and probably best blow job of your life. I was having some reservations until I realized this is a first for you. Knowing that I can meet this special need is so exciting. God!! I can't wait to take your oral virginity and have that tool sliding down my throat. Lisa, sit back and watch how this is done. It will be one of your final lessons."

She moved into position over him and then continued. "The most important thing is to relax and take it slow and easy. Looking at this monster can be kind of scary, and the tendency is to tense up as you picture gagging or suffocating. But instead, try to picture how exciting it will be for him, and how close you'll feel sucking him fully inside." 

She leaned over and began licking the tip followed by tonguing up and down the shaft. Then she rubbed her lips and tongue all over the head and crown while Rick began moaning in anticipation. "You have to get it really wet and well lubricated so that it will slide in more easily," she observed. "Also, notice how gentle I am with the head. Around the crown here, it's especially sensitive."

"Ah...Ahhh...That feels unbelievable," Rick gasped as she licked and mouthed the rim. 

"Now watch when I go down," she instructed. "If teeth touch the sensitive head it can hurt so when I first take him in, I cover my teeth with my lips. With something this size, you have to relax your throat and fight any reflex to gag. Picture fully opening a channel. Watch how I stretch my neck so it will slide all the way down my throat." "Oh God!" Rick cried. "Fuck the stupid lesson and just suck on me!"

"Easy, honey." Mom responded. "This is for you too, assuming you hope to one day stuff this monster down Lisa's throat." Then she slowly lowered her head, pulling up slightly and then descending further. With each stroke, more of that huge tool disappeared. He was about half way in when she bent forward, craning her neck to straighten the channel and allow deeper penetration.

"Aahh...Easy M-Mom...So deep...d-don't want you g-getting h-hur...Oh fuck!" he cried out as she took him even deeper, gasping as she briefly hesitated; then suddenly it was as though something gave way. She quickly moved down, completing the way for the final invasion of his tool. "F-fucking unbelievable!...Y-you're t-taking me all th-the waayyy! 

Indeed she was, and I watched incredulously as her jaw stretched while her neck craned more and more with each stroke, taking him deeper and deeper until the entire shaft was totally buried down her throat with her nose resting on his groin. His cock had to be well past her tonsils and he was quickly overwhelmed with the intense stimulation. 

"Holy Shit!!! So tight...Swallowing...Oh...oh...ahhhh. It feels so fucking fantastic, Mom. Sooo deeep. Oh God!! Suck me haaard!! What a fucking mouth!! God, Mom—my cock-sucking mom—you're driving me crazy!!"

She couldn't even moan, but was breathing hard through her nostrils, as she pistoned her mouth up and down over his pole. He didn't last long with this stimulation and sudden began thrusting his hips upward to meet her every downward stroke, patting her head as he warned, "Aaahhhalmost there. Oooh...aaahh GAAAWD! 

His body stiffened in total spasm and I saw Nola's neck tighten in a valiant attempt to hang on to that jerking monster down her throat. "AhhFuucck!" He cried out, grabbing her head, and holding it down as he thrust up against her. Nola had to pull back quickly, gasping for breath as his cum dripped from the corners of her mouth and down the shaft. 

Once she had caught her breath, she smiled up at him, her lips coated with his cum. "Wow, honey; y-you really had a l-load!" she panted. "You had that thing jammed so deep, I about chocked to death on your cum! What a way to go—drowning in cum!" she laughed.

"Mom, you were absolutely fantastic! I'll never forget this wonderful gift," he bubbled, beginning to move off her.

"Hold on, darling; I'm not done," she said, wrapping her hands around his cock. He gasped as she brought it to her lips once again. She gazed up at him smiling in admiration as she slowing proceeded to lovingly lick around the crown and then down the shaft. When she was done cleaning him with her tongue-bath, she pulled him onto her, holding his face in her hands—staring lovingly into his eyes—before joining in a long passionate kiss.

"Beautiful," I murmured. "Fucking beautiful." 

"Wow, honey, that really was something," Nola agreed as she ended there kiss. "That's a high note to end on, don't you think?" she suggested hopefully.

"It really was terrific, Mom. I will always treasure the feeling when I was so deep in you. I wouldn't have believed you could take me that deep if I hadn't felt it myself. But remember, you still you haven't gotten off; we can't stop 'til you've let us give to you."

"Yeah, Nola, that's where this started," I reminded her, "and you promised we could have the thrill of giving you pleasure."

"All right," she agreed. "All this action really has gotten me hot and I do need some relief. But I agreed to you doing me, Lisa, not my own son. He can watch and enjoy."

I avoided responding to her as I leaned down, beginning to kiss her. Then she moved on top of me, letting her tits brush against mine as she leaned to kiss me once again. She continued kissing as she moved down, sighing as she began squeezing and licking my tits. She was now kneeling; bending over me with her back arched, leaving her ass in the air.

Rick stood at her feet, drooling at the sight of her gaping pussy. As she was focused on eating me, he knelt down and began slowly massaging her back. I felt her immediately stiffen with his touch.

"N-no...We s-said we...N-no..." she moaned her objection, clearly battling within. 

I reached down, pulling her head up and looking into her eyes as I gently stoking her cheeks and glistening lips. "I really want this. It can be so special for all of us. This is for you—and me. Please give it a chance," I asked as I sat there stroking her sides and fingering her nipples while she continued to kneel over me.

Rick couldn't keep silent and finally blurted out, "God Mom, your cunt's gorgeous—sooo wet—like it's dying to get fucked." 

She just gave a slight moan, continuing to signal her uncertainty as we continued kissing. He proceeded slowly, massaging her feet before gently stroking her legs, gradually and slowly moving higher and higher. His patience and efforts were finally rewarded; her legs parted further as she pulled her knees up, crouching down to suck on my tits once again and in the process, provided a wide open view of her ass and cunt. 

"You're better than any centerfold, Mom," he observed. "I don't want to upset you, but your beautiful black ass is fantastic, and I've got to kiss it. It looks absolutely delicious!"

"Aaah...th-thank you, s-sweetheart," she murmured.

"Hummm!" he moaned, repeatedly planting gentle kisses all over her full cheeks. "My beautiful, sexy mother. I never thought I could love so much—not until being with you this way. You smell delicious!"

"C-careful big guy, about wh-where you...Aahh...." She cautioned, trailing off.

"I'm always careful with you, Mom. Can't you feel that, the way I'm softly kissing your sexy derrière?"

"Y-Yeah, b-but..."

"Thank you, Mom," he interrupted, "for sharing this evening and letting Lisa and I get so close with you; for letting me help Lisa pleasure you ." 

She continued licking and playing with my tits, while I tweaked her nipples below. I continued trying to distract her from voicing further objections while watching Rick out of the corner of my eye, until his head suddenly disappeared from view.

"Oh God!" she cried, telling me his tongue must be working its magic on her.

"Aahh...Yess! No...C-can't...So wrong...S-so good!" Whatever her reservation, I was sure that she had finally decided, or at least her body had. 

She began groaning and begging for more. "Oh God, son! It feels wonderful! Oh God! Not there it's...Not mommy's a-asshole...So n-nasty! Oh God yes—feels f-fantastic! That's it! Tongue-fuck meee...Yeees!!

By now she was so caught up with the incestuous moment that she had stopped tonguing my tits, leaving me to more actively pursue our goal. She was now putty in our hands, at least for the moment, and we needed to capitalize on it. Not waiting for permission, we turned her around and had her lay down as I continued the momentum by kissing her and sucking her nipples. Rick didn't miss a beat, once again tonguing her glorious gash, and she was totally gone. I grinned and winked at him as he raised his head, showing his face totally coated with her juices. 

"God Rick, you really have her going. Your mom's cum is all over your face," I observed. "This is so hot, and look at these gorgeous black tits. I could suck on them all day." 

Nola started to stiffen and cry out, creating a pause in the action. "Come on you guys...Oh please, you're driving me so...I can't take it. I'm going to cum so hard, aahh...Please NOW!!"

For once she certainly wasn't going to get an argument from us! We both responded with an onslaught of oral stimulation over her glistening ebony body. Rick started with kisses going up her legs, while I panted kisses all over her face, working my way down past her tits and tonguing her sexy belly button. When we met at her pussy, it was our turn to celebrate. Nola was so caught up in our mutual tongue-fucking of her cunt, she hardly noticed as we joined in a long passionate kiss, sharing her cum while she was writhing impatiently. 

"Aaahh....Yeesss! Tongue-fuck me! Don't stop...Almost th-there...." 

But while she was ready, we weren't—not by a long shot. She was completely gone and at this point would have fucked their dog to get her off. But that wasn't the dick I had in mind, when I signaled Rick. With no resistance, we easily flipped her over, laying her on a cushion with her ass in the air; placing her in a position that kept her from knowing who was doing what to her. 

From there we began our final assault, breaking any remaining resistance she might have to the incestuous consummation with her son. Rick was immediately under her, tonguing her cunt once again.

"Oh God! Yess! Whose tongue is...I d-don't f-fucking care...Just don't stoaaahhh! Huh! Huh!" she gasped as I licked her puckered hole. "Aahheee!" she screamed as I penetrated, feeling the the ringed muscles quiver in excitement. 

Sudden I lost my place, as she began shaking violently, her hips bucking uncontrollably. Rick's large hands took over, grabbing her ass on each side to hold her firmly against his invading tongue as he continued licking, sucking and nibbling. 

It was so hot to feel our tongues meet in the middle, sharing her juices with the occasional kiss. With Rick holding her down this way, her asshole was wide open to me and I just stared. It was so sexy, glistening and quivering, as it would tense and relax involuntarily. 

Nola was moaning and panting. " Both your tongues—what a treasure. Oh God! Oh God! I can't take it! Please...Oh...Oh...Ooooh!" 

Our time with her reminded me of a favorite adage of Mom: "It is better to give than to receive." And when it came to sex, feeling the thrill of giving to Nola, I was convinced Mom was right as I watched Rick eagerly pleasuring his Mom. I looked down to see his tongue slide deep into her cunt as he fingered her clit below, once again eliciting cries and moans of ecstasy. I knew we had her, but now was the time to get her to fully commit, while she was still in the throes of passion—before she climaxed. 

I motioned for Rick to back off as I spoke, "Wow, Nola. Looks like you've changed your mind about getting off with your son. But are you sure about this?"

"Wh-what are y-you saying?" she stammered, continuing to moan her impatience at this interruption.

"Well, we just don't want you to have any regrets. Maybe we should stop now, like you said, 'before things get out of hand,' right?" I teased sarcastically. 

"Oh God, Please NO! Don't stop. I can't stand it. You were right. I never thought it would feel like...oh pleeease!! I'll do anything—just don't stop!"

"Anything?" I said with sense of triumph, knowing we had won.

"ANYTHING!" she screamed.

Rick who was now kneeling with cock in hand, wanting to be sure of her promise—given her rather compromised state—pushed for specifics. "And by 'anything' you mean..."

"ANYTHING!" she shouted. "PLEASE!"

"Are you saying..." Rick paused, trying to muster the courage. "Mom, are you saying I can fuck you?"

"Oh my God!" she cried. I knew it would come to...You...I-I can't...But I need...I-I have to...Oh God, this can't be happening," she wailed as she battled within herself. Finally, with her ass waving back and forth, begging for final release, she capitulated. "Oh hell, I can't stop this! I need it too much. Yes, yes, you win! You can fuck me! Now please I have to..."

"How?" he pushed, making me worried that he was pressing his luck.

But Nola was totally gone, screaming, "However, damn it—in my cunt, between my tits, down my throat, up my ass—however you want. Now please! I need it NOW!!

He moved forward with his cock, eager to begin the invasion. But with my signal he reluctantly backed off. I had other ideas and also worried that his sudden onslaught with such a weapon could cause her to shut down again. 

"Believe me, you won't regret it, Nola," I exclaimed in excitement and anticipation. "I envy you taking that monster inside you, but I'm going to love watching it."

"Oh please, I thought you guys were going finish where you left off. Please come on! I've waited and waited, and you know how much I need it now," she begged, panting anxiously.

"Take it easy, Nola. You'll get off," I assured her. "But not exactly the way you think. Remember that..."

"Oh please, no more talk," Nola interrupted impatiently. But she had obviously given up on getting any immediate relief as she turned over and sat down. "For once tonight I want less talk and more action. What the hell do you want now!"

"It's not about what we want," I responded. "It's about what I think you want and need."

"Now come on, you guys." Nola was getting frustrated. "You seduce me all night long, against my better judgment, knowing I think sex with Rick is wrong. Finally, you succeed in getting me so worked up that—God help me—I'm begging to...Oh God, I can't believe I'm saying this. You've turned me into such a slut, here I am begging for my own son to tongue fuck me to a climax. So I admit it. Now when are you guys going to finish?" 




Divine Depravity Ch. 05



"We're not," I informed her. We've been doing you all night. Now if you plan to get off, you're going to have to take the initiative."

"Well why didn't you just say so," Nola said with irritation and relief. "After all we've done tonight, I'll be glad to take over myself. Besides, honey, while I admit your tongue had me going, I really think it's better if you just watch." She was clearly more relaxed with the idea of a solo performance, and she lay down on the cushion with her legs splayed wide, as her hand moved to the glistening folds of her overflowing pussy. 

"No, that's not what I meant," I said, reaching to pull her hand away. "You're going to get yourself off alright, but not with your hand."

Nola was totally exasperated now. "I've had it!! Now what? At this point I don't care what rubs this cunt. I just have to get off! I feel like a dog in heat, and if I can't use my hand, then I need to rub my ass against something...anything!! What do you want? I need it so bad—NOW!!" 

I could see she was really gone as she got up and straddled the chrome rail, arching her back and beginning to rub her ass in a humping rhythmic motion while she stared at Rick's rigid tool.

"No, Nola. You're not a dog and shouldn't be humping yourself against anything," I admonished. "Why would you want to hump a cold rail when you can have a live, warm beautiful cock, dying for a fuck?"

This seemed to jolt Nola back to reality as she stopped humping and jerked her head, turning to stare at me with a look shock and confusion. She was clearly on the spot, obviously having second thoughts about her previous agreement that was made in the throes of passion. 

She struggled to formulate her thoughts. "Wa-wait. You can't...Oh God, you can't expect me to—you can't mean—have Rick...Aah, you know, inside me? I mean...Oh God, I know I promised, but not...Well this can't...Not now!! I wasn't thinking—at least not with my head. I meant maybe sometime. But you can't expect...I mean that's a hell of a thing...Well it's just too soon. I'd need a chance to...I mean I'd have to get used to...Well..." Nola trailed off, at a loss for words as she sank down to the cushion once again.

"What the hell, Nola. Suddenly you can't talk?" I observed, tiring of her resistance. "Why are you being so careful now, stuttering around with the 'you can't expect me to have Rick inside me' routine," I mimicked sarcastically. "A couple minutes ago, we heard you say Rick could fuck you—in every orifice I might add. Now it sounds like you're back tracking. Were you just saying that so we'd finish getting you off, or did you mean it?"

"Come on, Lisa. You really can't expect me to let Rick fuck me. I mean, here and now? I know what I said, but you know that was kind of just talk. I mean, I was thinking of...Well maybe sometime I...Aah...We might get together. But not now!! I-I'm just not ready for that." She was pleading.

"So you—the one who's been so big on honesty tonight—lied to me and your own son?"

"I-I don't think I'd call it a lie...More like an exaggeration, or maybe a thoughtless comment...something like that," she responded lamely.

I thought she just needed a push so continued. "No he's not going to fuck you now. I think he's done enough this evening. You need to get over this crap of doing everything for everyone or letting them do to you. I know I'm your student. But sometimes the student has some things for the teacher to learn. When are you going to learn the joy of doing things for yourself? No. Tonight if you're going to get off, you're going learn the pleasure of to do it for yourself."

"That's what I was doing for God's sake! I didn't think you wanted me to get off myself." She sounded relieved, gasping as she quickly reached for her cunt, parting her lips, and beginning to let her fingers work their magic.

But her relief was short lived as I intervened. "No, I didn't say by yourself. We haven't done much solo tonight and we're not about to start now. No, if you plan to get off, it needs to be with the love of your life. You were ready to let Rick fuck you before I stopped things. And you were so far gone, if I hadn't put the brakes on, you know he'd be plowing you right now."

"I know," Nola looked down, shaking her head in dismay. "I don't know what made me..."

"Well I know," Rick interrupted. "You were dying for my cock!"

"And you'll have it," I predicted. "—just not the way you expected. Rick's not going to fuck you; I want you to fuck him!" 

Pulling her hand away from her cunt, I went on. "Let's cut the bull shit. You know you have to get off, and I'm saying it's only going to happen if you choose to fuck your own son." 

Rick sat there staring at her cunt while Nola was focused on his huge phallus, lying rigid, extending upward toward his chest. She just sat, wide eyed, and motionless for a moment. Then she suddenly snapped back to reality, and her response told me this time I'd pushed too hard. 

"Well then maybe I just won't get off." She was flushed and clearly irritated. "Do you really care about my feelings, as much as you do getting me off the way you want? Do you want to hear how I'm feeling right now?" she asked.

I wasn't up to going through all her objections again, but before I could respond Rick stepped in. "Of course we care, Mom. Tell us how you're feeling about things." Clearly she was now driven by thoughts more than feelings and with regret I felt the momentum evaporating. But after Rick's response there was little choice but to sit back and listen. 

"OK, I'm going to be honest, but I'm not sure you're going to like what I have to say," she warned. "Let's start by going over what's happened tonight. First, Lisa, I agreed to let Rick turn himself on in front of you. I thought that was an extremely generous accommodation that would surely satisfy you both. Then you finessed a kiss and shared Rick's cum with me. While I admit that you had me going some, I was still trying to put on the brakes. But you guys just kept hammering back, conning me into joining in some erotic fantasy talk, assuring me it was all in fun, and nothing would really happen. Then you conned me into stripping naked; in front of my own son, for God's sake!" 

Nola was showing more irritation as she continued. "You knew how embarrassed I was, and I couldn't imagine that you'd push for more. But you kept playing me, agreeing to my limits—but only for a while. Then you'd get me so horny, I'd agree to extend the limits in ways that I never would have, if I had my wits about me. Each time I'd feel shocked and embarrassed with what I'd done, but tried to rationalize it so I'd feel less guilty. 

"Then you guys would back off and play me some more, getting me horny so I'd agree to your next demand. Rick, I still can't believe I agreed to that French kiss, letting you feel my tits, and cum all over me—even down my throat, and then tongue my pussy. If you had told me I'd ever go along with such things, I'd have told you that you were nuts! You have to know that I would never agree to this if I hadn't been hopelessly horny and out of control. You have admit it; you guys kind of conned me."

Nola now appeared relaxed and confident as she continued. "You clearly took advantage of me in a vulnerable moment. I admit it, you won and I was the one who totally lost control. But still you got me to agree to fuck Rick when I was completely lost in the moment of passion. People say all kinds of things in a heated emotional state. Everyone knows that, and no one expects to be held to what they might say in the throes of passion. I'm not saying I might not consider fucking you sometime, Rick. My God! I can't believe I just said that. But God knows it's tempting. Still, I'm just not ready for that now, and I really feel uncomfortable with how you both have tried to manipulate and pressure me in this thing."

I was struggling to come up with a response, knowing the opportunity was gone, when Rick spoke up. "You're right, Mom. We're sorry for taking advantage. We really didn't mean to hurt you. I thought you were enjoying it most of the time. I know we played you some, but we thought you just needed a little push each time to lower you inhibitions about this, so you'd let go and get the same turn-on that we were getting. I guess it's the old question of when 'no' means 'no.' I thought I was getting signals that you wanted this, even when you were protesting some. Please know that I would never do anything intentionally that would hurt our relationship. I apologize if I hurt you by misreading what you wanted."

I was feeling defeated with a total change in the momentum, seeing Rick's cock deflating to a semi-erect state. It seemed like he and Nola were now joined in keeping boundaries that I had desperately been trying to break down all evening—all for him, the man I loved. Then the tension eased as Nola seemed surprised and pleased by his response, eliciting a more conciliatory tone from her, leaving me with a thread of hope. 

"I appreciate that." Nola was relaxed, gently rubbing Rick's leg. "I know you meant well, and to be honest, I really did want it. I mean, what girl in her right mind wouldn't want that." She was again staring at his semi-erect tool, now dangling down and touching the mat between his legs. 

"I was getting pretty defensive when you were pushing me for actual intercourse. But I also realize that several times I was pretty lame in my protests and I have to admit that I honestly enjoyed you guys seducing me. I don't know where things will go from here but I feel good knowing you guys care for me so much and respect my feelings. This has all happened so fast, I'm just not sure what's best or whether this is what we both want. But I think that our relationship is too important to risk on a moment of passion. Rather than risking regrets in the morning, I think we need to give this some time."

Ever the optimist, I sensed a crack in her resolve and decided to explore the possibilities again. I realized I'd blown it by trying to hold her to her promise, so I knew I had to take a different approach. "I'm sorry too, Nola. I shouldn't have used your words in the heat of passion to try and force you into sex with Rick. I really thought you would want it and thank me when he gave you a mother-fucking." 

I ignored her gasp at this lewd suggestion as I concluded. "I just didn't realize the idea of sex with Rick would be upsetting and such a turn off." I deliberately over stated her feelings, hoping she might give an opening, as she made her usual attempt at reassurance.

I wasn't disappointed. She couldn't let it drop with Rick thinking he was a turn off, and was quick to respond. "Now wait a second. I certainly didn't say the idea of sex with Rick was a turn off. You know I don't feel that way, don't you, honey? I think you're a wonderful, sexy guy, especially after tonight. Whatever made you think that, Lisa?"

"Well I just assumed it. With everything else tonight you seemed to join in and were excited, but then when it got to actual sex you backed off. So I thought it must be a turn off."

Nola was starting to squirm and again looked uncomfortable with the conversation as she responded. "All right, you guys must know that I was pretty hot with Rick tonight. Honey, I'm sure by now you know that part of me would go wild over having sex with you. But we all know that it's wrong and however exciting it might be, we just can't do it." 

I sensed some opportunity as I saw Rick becoming erect once again and noticed that Nola's eyes were again riveted to his growing member. "I appreciate your honesty, Nola, and I'm really not trying to challenge you," I said attempting to sound reassuring. "I just don't quite understand how you decided that some sexual experimentation can be ok sometimes, but other times it's wrong. You always tell me that anything goes between two consenting adults, as long as no one gets hurt. Now I'm feeling somewhat hesitant about all this sex stuff. It seems like when I try different things, I could be doing something wrong without even knowing it."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to confuse you." Nola paused, considering her response. "I guess I really don't have a good answer for you. Anything you and others agree to in sex is really ok. I guess the idea of sex with my own son is a real hang up with me. I suppose that relates to the fact that most people are extremely opposed to it and consider it perverted and morally wrong. If we were the only ones on earth I'm sure that I'd..." Nola suddenly stopped in mid sentence, realizing what she was about to say. "Anyway you don't have to worry about it now, Lisa. You are a ways from having kids, so you won't have to face that moral dilemma for a long time."

"And if I have adult kids 20 years from now, and we choose to have sex?" I continued relentlessly. "What would you say if you learned about it?"

"Well, when I think about the fantasy, I admit it's kind of a turn on. And I'd probably want to hear all the details." She smiled sheepishly. "I don't think I'd condemn you for it. Actually thinking about it...well, I'm picturing it and actually...You know I'd probably love to watch and..." She stopped, suddenly aware of what she was saying. "Oh God, I can't believe you got me to say that. But that doesn't mean I'm ready to take that step with Rick."

"I understand what you mean," I said. "But watching you guys tonight has given me some of my own thoughts and ideas about this, and I'd like to share these, if it's ok."

"I'm happy to hear what you think," She said, clearly looking more relaxed with things. "I feel a lot more comfortable hearing your thoughts, knowing that you guys aren't going to try holding me to anything."

"Well for starters, I have to say that I don't get how incest between consenting adults is wrong. I remember that Mom once said parents and their children could never be too close. I just don't quite understand your prejudice around this. I get suspicious about what others may think is wrong. I mean, look at all the prejudice and discrimination our families had to endure; all because lots of people thought mixed marriages were sinful and immoral. After all that, I would think you'd be to last one to have automatic barriers of prejudice and discrimination in any relationship."

"Well I never thought of it that way I guess." Nola was slow and tentative in her response. "I mean, I'm certainly not prejudice about...Well, I never thought I was prejudice in any of my relationships, certainly not with my family. I'm just not sure this makes sense. I'm feeling like...Well are you suggesting I'm bigoted?"

"Not really. That's a little harsh, Nola. I just think you could have a little more tolerance. I was always taught to treasure the tolerance we learned."

"Yeah, maybe you're right," Nola responded sarcastically. "I guess I'm just like 99% of the population—an incest bigot!" she laughed.

We all laughed with her on this, but I still wanted to make a point. "In all seriousness, I remember Mom used to say that most were wrong about how they approached sex. So maybe the majority are wrong on this. I hope you don't think I'm perverted for what I'm about to say," I continued. "I was thinking about what I might do if I had a similar situation. Thinking about it, I know I'd never initiate things with my adult kids. But if they started things and I was turned on, I think it could be a wonderful experience. I've never had the experience of giving child birth, so you could probable better speak to this, Nola. But I would think that sex with your kids would be the ultimate in family bonding and closeness."

"I'm not sure I know what you mean,' Nola interrupted. "I think Rick and I have a very good, close relationship even without sex."

"I'm sure you do," I continued. "I guess you and Rick are a good example of what I mean. I don't think a family would want to consider sex with each other to bring them closer if there were problems. I think I've learned that sex doesn't make people close. But when they are already close it can be a wonderful shared experience. It's like any other things that are shared. We usually want to have close family join us for all the other positive experiences, like movies, eating out, or vacations. I don't see why sex is the one area that is excluded. Tonight, when I watched you guys get it on together, it was so magical and exciting. It just seemed like a natural evolution for you both to fully give to each other sexually."

I was observing the effect of the conversation on both of them. They each were glancing at me but more and more at each other, as their breathing was becoming more rapid. I took this as some encouragement and continued. "When I think of you having sex with Rick, it seems like you'd be reconnecting, like when he was born. Only now you'd both be participating in taking him back in you. I mean, look at Rick. He's hung like a bull, and I think you'd love to ride him like a one, with your pussy buried down to the hilt. I think feeling him deep inside stretching you, kind of like your cunt was stretched to give birth—feeling his flesh rubbing against your intimate core for the first time in twenty years—would be kind of like a rebirth; the start of a whole new relationship. I think it would be the ultimate closeness and the ultimate turn on." 

"It does sound special," Nola said, appearing to relent some. "But you're appealing to my maternal instincts. I'm not sure how that connects with sexual passion with my own son."

I was feeling more hopeful as I continued. "Well, it seems like the biggest turn on happens when there is trust and respect for each other. Thinking about it, how could there be more trust and respect than you feel for each other. Nola, I honestly think that if you choose to let go and give in to this, you'll have an unforgettable experience of erotic passion! You'd be humping that pole for the ride of your life, staring down into his loving eyes and seeing how you're driving him wild. You'd feel him tighten and, when he shoots his cum into you, you'd clamp down on his cock, driving your cunt down to the hilt; hammering your clit like never before. You'd have an unbelievable climax that would have you begging for more. I think if you gave it a chance you'd experience such a beautiful high together, you'd forget all your hang-ups and wonder why you'd waited so long to give to each other in this way."

By the time I was finished, they both were looking excited as they openly touched themselves. Nola was the first to respond. "God, Nola, you make it sound awfully attractive. Part of me is saying, 'what the hell was I thinking...I should be fucking him right now...Just go for it.' But then another part of me is holding back, worried that I might somehow regret it. It's not something we can take back after it's done."

"It's ok, Mom. I don't want you to feel pressured at all," Rick assured her. I was somewhat taken aback by his response. "You don't have to decide this right away," he continued. "Besides, I was shocked and thrilled with you taking me down your throat. It might be pushing things to—you know—try the other way."

"Well, you're certainly considerate. But why the sudden change, when I thought you were dying to stick that monster back where it came from?" Nola asked, obviously sharing my confusion over his cold feet.

"Well the idea is a huge turn on, and when I was all hot, all I could think of was getting myself buried in your pussy. But now I'm thinking of the reality. You know I worry that...Well it's just that, it can get embarrassing to...I mean, well, I'm, ah...It's so big that I can't really...I mean no one really wants to have me...You know, have me inside to...I was feeling nervous about hurting you if...Well, you know if I was..." He was at a loss for words and he looked down.




Divine Depravity Ch. 05



"Are you...You mean you never...Oh God, Rick." Nola's eyes lit up as the sudden realization hit her, and any remaining resistance suddenly evaporated. "Are you saying that you're...I mean, you're a virgin?" she asked incredulously.

"Yeah, I guess that's what I'm saying," he responded somewhat sheepishly. "I know it's kind of embarrassing at my age, and it's certainly not by choice. It's just...Well, all the girls I've been out with say I have a great cock to look at. But there's no way they'd ever try to get it inside. They tell me that it would be rape, since the only way it's going to get inside anyone's pussy is with brute force. It kind of sucks. I mean, it's fun to be admired for my size, but then, when the girls go from saying, 'Wow!!' to 'forget it,' I really get bummed out."

"Oh honey. I'm so sorry. I wished I had known. Why didn't you tell me?" Nola was tearing up, as she gently stroked his thigh.

"Geez, Mom; it's embarrassing, and...Well, what could you really do? I mean sometimes I feel like some kind of freak," Rick continued. "But in a way, I'm glad it came out, 'cause I've been nervous about discussing this with you, Lisa. I don't want to ever hurt you."

"That's ridiculous, honey," Nola reassured him, while I suddenly wondered for the first time how I'd ever get that thing inside me. "When the time comes, she won't have any problem. Don't worry, Lisa; after playing with some bigger toys, I'm sure you'll be able to handle him."

"I hope you're right." Rick didn't sound very confident.

"God, Rick; most guys would love to have your equipment," I chimed in. "I can't believe you have a complex about it."

"Well, guys might love it; but not the girls," he countered. "One time I found out a girl dated me just to get a look and settle a bet about my size. They say that if I ever fuck someone, I'll rip them in two. They even called it names like Ramrod, Splitter, Billy club, Jack-the-ripper...I get so embarrassed, sometimes I wish..." 

"Ok, that's enough," Nola spoke softly. But there was also a tremor of excitement in her voice and her eyes were glued to his tool that seemed to be growing once again as she stroked higher on this thigh. "You should never be embarrassed by such a magnificent instrument. You just haven't been with real a woman who can appreciate you. Someday all those girls that turned you down are going to be dreaming about that tool when they want to feel totally full and stretched. You asked what I could have done if you had told me. Well, I think you might find out sooner than you think. Oh God, Rick! Look how it's growing. Is it...I mean...Oh God, you're making me so hot. I...Well, is it ok...I mean, can I touch it?"

"I'm dying for you to touch it. I mean, are you sure? I just don't want you to feel pressured." Rick was still hesitant after her previous objections. "I don't want you doing this just because you feel sorry for me. I'm not about to be some pity trip."

"Pity, like Hell!" Nola had both her hands around it and began gently stroking him. "I've been dreaming of having this in my hands all evening. You're going to experience and give some great sex. And thinking about it...Well, I mean, I think that if you'd like...I mean, I'm not sure. I thought with me being your mom—well, you know—it shouldn't be me, 'cause I think—I mean I worry—I might be taking advantage. But now that I know what you've been missing and needing, and hearing that this is your first..." Nola trailed off, breathing hard now, staring at his pole as it slid through her hands. 

"I know what I said before. But you know it's always a woman's prerogative to change her mind." She smiled and winked as she leaned over and kissed him, all the while continuing to stroke him. "Would it be ok if I changed my mind now? I mean could I...Oh God, I don't think I've ever felt so awkward and excited at the same time."

"What?" Rick asked impatiently. "What are you trying to say?"

"Oh God! I'm not sure. I just know that...Well, I have to ask you, but how does a mother ask her son if she can...Oh hell, I might as well just say it. If you want, I'd love to be your first fuck, honey—only if you're sure this is what you really want."

"Oh my God!" Rick exclaimed. "Y-You mean th-that, ah, well...I mean, you really want to fu-fuck me—now?" Rick sounded incredulous and excited, hardly daring to hope, as he observed Nola shyly nodding up at him. "Remember what you said. I mean, this is a big step and maybe you want to think about it more."

"I'm fucking tired of thinking about all this," Nola responded with confidence now. "I've been so hot for you all night and you guys have me so worked up. Knowing that you're a virgin...Oh my God, it really has me going! I mean, I can't stop myself now. I'm all yours, or should I say you're all mine! Knowing that I'm going to be the one to—this is so unbelievable—take your virginity! I've got to have this gorgeous thing driving in me—NOW!!" She exclaimed, as she firmly pumped his pole with one hand while caressing his balls with the other. 

"This is fucking unbelievable!" Rick exclaimed. "I don't think I ever wanted anything more. I mean you really are serious, Mom?" The reality was still sinking in and I'm sure he was wondering if she might back down. "I mean, I don't want you feeling forced to do this, and I don't want this to be some pity thing because I haven't found someone willing to fuck me."

Nola was now totally hot for him and could hardly contain herself. "No honey, believe it or not, I realize now I want this even more than you, if that's possible." She got up, and Rick lay down as she stood over him. 

"Oh my God I've got to have that," Nola exclaimed, "to be the first cunt you feel stretched tight around that beautiful cock! Looking at you now, I can't believe I got that all the way down my throat. But if I did that, I certainly should be able to get it in my cunt. After all, twenty years ago I got your head through and that was even bigger than this head. Of course that took eight hours and hopefully this won't take that long," she laughed excitedly. 

I was elated and couldn't resist rubbing in my victory. "Well Nola, it looks like this time I won as far as who's in control."

"Yes you did," she agreed. "Hearing that Rick's a virgin has me totally gone now. Come to think of it, you can have control anytime. I never thought losing would make me feel like such a winner! You ready, honey?"

Rick's hand encircled the girth as he pushed the thick phallus to point skyward, inviting her to impale herself on his giant spear. Nola was mesmerized, and I helped guide her body as she knelt in position over him, looking down, never taking her eyes off the weapon that was about to assault her maternal virginity. As I tweaked her tits in encouragement, she moaned and seemed to snap out of it.

"Oh God, I really need this. I have this empty ache. But God, it's so big! It's been a long time since I've had anything this size. I'm going to have to take it slow and easy guys."

"Easy Mom." Rick sounded worried. "I don't want to hurt you. Maybe we should just rub around a little and you can give me a hand job."

"Are you fucking nuts!!" Nola sounded indignant. "You guys have been getting me worked up all night and every time I'm about to cum somehow things get stopped. Well it sure as hell isn't going to happen now. I'm going take that fucking pole inside me if it's the last thing I do. Now lay back and enjoy the fuck of your life!" 

She was kneeing but realized there was no way he could reach her entrance in this position. She could have taken him if he had let his cock lay flat. But as he held it up, even with kneeling straight, it extended well past her groin and up her belly. She quickly sized up the situation and stood, asking me to steady her as she bent at the knees, allowing her pussy to gradually descend toward its prize. She was half bent by the time her cunt was close, and I could see strings of her secretion literally dripping onto his shaft. 

"Ok, honey, here goes a whole new relationship," she said as she lowered herself further. He let out a sigh, and she shuddered as she held her lips open, allowing the bulbous head to make contact. She rubbed it back and forth on her lips, gasping as she pushed it against her own clitoral shaft. Then she began her gradual descent from which there would be no turning back. 

I lay my head on his stomach to watch their progress. It was quite a view. Her legs buckled and shook, as the thick column rose above my face. It seemed to defy gravity, with her entire body appearing to be supported by his shaft while the head pivoted tightly against her cunt. My own anticipation and excitement was building as I looked up to see the gaping gash in her groin being slowly invaded. She stopped momentarily, gasping as the crown reached her entrance and then with determination pushed further. The shaft bent slightly under the pressure as the intrusion seemed about to be denied.

Rick saw her wince in pain and reached to push her off saying, "Oh Mom, I'm sorry. I...Oh God...feels so good. Bu-but I—I don't want to hurt..."

Still insistent on being taken, she interrupted, "Don't worry. It's a good hurt. It's been so long since I've felt this full!! I'm not stopping, not this time! I'll have your cock buried in me all the way, just like I took it down my throat."

She winced in pain again and began to rock back and forth as his shaft bent to and fro, like a mast in the wind. "Uuuug...NOOWW!!" she screamed as her efforts were finally rewarded with the opening gradually stretching to accommodate the widest portion. His shaft straightened again as the crown slipped through. "Aaahh...Yeesss!" Nola let out a triumphant sigh, knowing she would have him. 

After this initial resistance she sank down quickly, his tool gradually sliding deeper into her slippery channel. She paused momentarily, shifting her feet, and then shuddered in relief as she sank to her knees. She continued her descent as she sought to completely impale herself on her own flesh and blood—the son that had last touched her most intimate parts twenty years ago. 

"Oh God!" she gasped as she paused. "You're bumping my cervix. I-it's s-sooo d-d-deeeep." And then with a final push she was grinding against his pubic bone.

There was a long pause as they sat staring at each other in love and passion. Rick finally broke the silence. "I love you so much, Mom."

"Oh, my darling son" she sighed as her eyes welled up with tears. Then she suddenly began trembling and shaking uncontrollably making her pendulous breasts swing tantalizingly with each move. I could see her feelings well up as she stared down at him lovingly through her tears. Her voice trembled as she repeated, "My precious baby, my son, my precious baby, my son," over and over as tears streamed down her face. 

"Oh God, Mom!" Rick looked confused and worried. "What's wrong? Why are you crying? Does it hurt?"

"No honey." She wiped her face, regaining her composure. "These are tears of joy. Feeling you stretching me like this...well it reminds me of how you stretched me wide when you were born. I couldn't wait for you to come out. I felt so excited and fulfilled holding you that first time. You were such a beautiful baby. I never dreamed that my precious baby would grow a tool that would reach into the depths from where it came, bringing me unimaginable pleasure. And when I first held you against my breast, I never thought I'd ever feel so close to you or so complete—until now. Feeling you back inside me, so deep...Well it's like we're one with each other again. I've never felt so loved and so aroused at the same time. Lisa, I can't thank you enough for helping us experience this together," she said as she stroked my face. 

I leaned in and kissed the tears from her face. "No, thank you," I told her. "Seeing you two united like this is a treasure I will always remember. You've done so much for me, you deserve something special. Now enjoy!"

Rick sounded awkward as he cleared his throat. "I know all this closeness and sharing is special, and I guess it's one of the beautiful moments—suspended in time—that you don't want to end, but..."

"You're wonder when it will end?" Nola chuckled

"Well, yeah; I mean I..."

Nola laughed as she interrupted. "It's ok, honey. You want to know when we're going to stop talking and start fucking. Right?"

"No kidding!" Rick breathed a sigh of relief. "I know you like the walk down memory lane but I kind of...I mean, you feel so soft and warm and tight. I really need you!" He was panting as he stared up at her heaving breasts and then back down at her cunt that enveloped him.

"I need you too, honey. Let's make sure things are nice and wet," she said as she pulled out some; then grimaced as she sank back down.

Rick saw it too and was concerned. "I'm sorry, Mom. I wish it was a little smaller 'cause I don't want to cause you any pain."

"No, honey, the pain is well worth feeling you so tight, and deep. I think getting you back in was almost as hard as getting you out twenty years ago. But this time was faster—and a lot more fun," she laughed. "Now son, get ready for the fucking of your life!"

She began laying on him, brushing her tits against him. He reached up and grabbed one in each hand before she mashed them into his chest. Soon they were locked in a passionate kiss as she started slowly humping him. The strokes were short at first but as she began to accommodate the large girth, she pulled out revealing the entire shaft before impaling herself once again. It was a scene that topped any porno movie I had seen. 

They were both moaning and panting in ecstasy as she began slamming down hard with each stroke, bone against bone. Rick reached down and grabbed each of her ass cheeks, pulling her into him for deeper penetration. By now I had moved back and I could see her rear wide open. Her pussy lips were pulled out and protruding with each upward stroke and then disappeared as she descended with his thickness pulling the tissue back inside. 

This was too much to resist. I moved my hands inside and opened her even more. Once again I could see her quivering hole. The ringed muscles were contracting rhythmically. I grazed the dark bud with a finger and she cried out, driving down onto him deeper and faster. Finally, I buried my tongue in her quivering hole; that was it! She went into total spasm as she clamped shut on the tip my tongue, slamming down on him, grinding and screaming, "AAAAHHHHH GAAAAWD!! HUH! HUH! YEEEESSS...UUHNNNGG!! 

Rick pulled her up and then thrust up against her in several hard rapid strokes as her spasming cunt sent him over the edge. "Ah...aaahh...wh-wh-what a mo-mother F-F-FUCK!!" he panted. 

"Oh God, honey, I can feel you, cumming in me!"

As she lay on top of him in exhaustion he sighed, "Holy shit, Mom. That was unbelievable!!!

Nola smiled in pleasure. "You are really something, son. For a minute I wasn't sure you'd fit." Then in a playful tone she added, "So you think you might want to do this again sometime, sweetie?"

"Hell anytime...all the time!!"

"While then how about now," I ventured, suddenly aware of some pangs of jealously; hoping to join in. 

"What do you think, honey," Nola responded. "Are you up for it—pun intended." She laughed.

"Anytime!" Rick was smiling down at his mother, making me feel like I was intruding

"Well, guys, it's late and time for me to get home," I said, trying to hide my hurt and anger. "I'll leave you guys to it and hope you...."

"Hold on, Lisa," Rick interrupted. "What's the rush? You can't leave now."

"I'm kind of tired, and seems like you guys are managing fine without me," I observed.

"Come on, Lisa," Nola chimed in. "This isn't just about being tired."

"Wh-What do y-you mean?" I asked, knowing I was on the spot.

"Please, Lisa," Nola pushed. "It's pretty obvious you have some feelings about this. Now how about being honesty?"

"Alright; I'm not proud of it, but I was feeling kind of jealous and left out I guess."

"Jealous?" Rick shook his head. "Why in the world would you...."

"You certainly have no reason to be jealous," Nola interrupted, "not with a body like that. You have to know how hot Rick is for you."

"And I can't wait to be with you," he added. "I have a special love for Mom, but obviously it's different with you. I'm head over heels in love with you. You know that, don't you?"

"I-I....Of course," I sighed. "I know you love me, and I don't know what got into me."

"Certainly not what's gotten into me here," Nola laughed, winking at me and the staring down at Rick who was still lodged in her cunt. "But your time will cum; in the mean time, I'd love to return some of the pleasure you've given me."

"I'd like that; watching you guys go at it really got me going, and I need some relief."

"Hey, I'm sorry Lisa," Rick added. "We certainly didn't mean to leave you out."

"Don't worry, honey. She hasn't been left out. I was planning on lasting longer with you. But while we were fucking, it was her tongue buried in my ass that put me over the edge. Now, Lisa, how about laying down and letting me return the favor?"

I was dripping with anticipation and lay down, pulling my knees up to my chest to allow full access. Nola pulled off of Rick, leaving his shiny pole to flop down on his belly. Cum was dripping from her pussy and down her thigh as she knelt down and started kissing up my thighs. I felt her part my lips, and I thrust upward with a moan as her tongue made contact. As she was gently licking, Rick got up, and I could see that he was becoming erect again. He knelt behind his mom and began massaging and parting her ass. She moaned but continued teasing my lips and clit with her tongue. Suddenly she cried out as her whole body lunged forward and her tongue drove in deep. I looked up to see Rick driving into her once again. With each of his thrusts she tongued me more. I was bucking up against her and about to come when she suddenly stopped and was panting. I looked up to see him pull back. 

"No, don't stop motherfucking meeeaahh-ah-ahh," she suddenly was gasping. "Oh God! What...Oh your tongue in my ass...Sooo good," she signed as she went back to her own oral work on me. 

At the same time I could see Nola was wiggling her ass and moaning, seeking further penetration as he tongued her ass. Then I felt her suddenly stiffen and she pulled up from tonguing me. "Ah...aah...aaah," I heard her panting as I saw Rick kneeling, starting to drive in her once again. But this was different as I she winced in pain. "Oh...ooh...n-n-not my aaasshole!!! I-I c-can't. W-wo-won't fiiiit!! You're g-going to rrrrip me in...Oh God, you're in!!! Oh...oh...ahhh deeper...oh God, where does it stop?" She was panting and whimpering uncontrollably, almost incoherent; with this look of total pain and ecstasy at the same time. "Oh God, stop before...Ooh..aahh...No, don't stop!! Oh fffuck. Yes, Fuck Mommy's ass. Oh so good!! That's it!!"

Knowing that Rick was fucking her in the ass was driving me wild as she went back to tonguing me with each thrust. I reached down and opened my lips wide as she tongued from my bud to my clit. Then she grabbed my ass, holding me against her as she continued the action; we were both bumping back and forth to the rhythm of his ramroding up her ass. 

"Aahhh...Yeesss!...FUUUCK!" I screamed as I was the first to cum. Nola pulled up arching her back and pushing to take him deeper. Then she reached back and fingered herself to an explosive climax. As she continued moaning and coming in wave after wave, Rick grabbed her hips and slammed into her mercilessly with long rapid strokes until he made a mighty lunge forward. She cried out as he held her tight against him groaning while he deposited another load.