13 comments/ 98060 views/ 64 favorites Finding Our Way Bk. 02 By: onlyfiction I apologize for the far-longer-than-expected delays. Basic disclaimers: This is a story involving consensual adult sex between a mother and son. If that's not your thing, then I'd bail here if I were you. As indicated by the title this is the second book. Reading the first book is not necessary, but I'd like to think it would add something to the experience. I hope you enjoy it no matter what you have or have not written before. I've decided to publish this whole book in one piece this time, unlike the first book. Don't let that throw you. Enjoy it in pieces AND as a whole. The characters are unrealistically beautiful. It's a fantasy, so I have made the characters a bit fantastic. Enjoy it! Please vote, and vote optimistically. Please comment, and comment politely (even if negatively.) I am more than pleased to receive e-mails as well, but - like the comments - please communicate as though to a whole other person with feelings and everything. For the third time: Enjoy it! Why not? It's onlyfiction J *** *** *** Finding our way: Book 2 Chapter 1 Less is More "Are you really going to delete it?" my mother asked as my thumb hovered over the surface of my phone. "She asked me to." She put her arm around me and rubbed my shoulder. "It's too bad, though, really. It's such a nice picture of her. She's so happy there. She's practically glowing." I chuckled. "She should be. I had two fingers in her, and her clit between my teeth when you took that shot." Mom squeezed my shoulder and smiled. "Yeah, that was a fun day. I'm really going to miss Kim." The image on my phone showed only curly red-haired Kimberly's smiling face and toned shoulders. The story behind the smile was our little secret; the three of us. The idea had occurred to us a few weeks after Kim had moved into our house (Mom's house as far as the rest of the world is concerned.) Kim's decision to join us provided us with a kind of excuse for my living at Mom's house. As far as everyone was concerned, Kim and I were a couple, living at Mom's to help make finances easier and keep lonely old Mom company. (I don't think people would've been very comfortable with, "I can't stand to go 48 hours without tasting my mother's sweat and hearing her moan") I guess you could say that our company's new flex time was to thank for the cell phone pic idea. I'd finished up a project early, and realized that I could leave before even lunch time. I knew that Kim was locked into a series of presentations from her subordinates for the whole day, so I'd called my beloved mother. She was still panting from her morning dance class when she picked up. I told her that I was headed home early, and hoped to see her there. Wet and ready to play. She called in sick at the part time job she didn't need in the first place, and beat me home so she could shower. When I entered the living room, she had nothing but a towel. She was using it to dry her long black hair. Her dark green eyes flashed and she showed all of her straight white teeth behind her thick red lips with a wide smile. Everything else was bare; her long graceful neck, smooth shoulders, slender arms, her breasts - far more supple than any 43-year-old had a right to even hope for - her taut tight belly, that black landing strip on her pubis and...of course...those long toned dancer's legs on her pretty little feet. Mom and I fucked standing up. Mom deep throated me until I'd blown deep into her tummy. She'd stroked me back to hardness which led to a 69 session (during which I'd held onto her spectacular little ass for dear life, eventually slipping a finger into her little pucker.) Mom then rode me reverse cow girl for a while, then switching to sit on my meat facing me so she could shove those perfect tits into my face and occasionally her tongue down my throat. Ejaculation number two splattered her womb. I was near climax number three, fucking my mother doggy style over the back of the couch when Kim came home. Exhausted, Mom's head was hanging down, but she managed a thrilled "Yiii!" each time I bottomed out. Kim smiled at the scene. "Look at the two of you!" She said. "Especially you Kevin. Wow!" I guess my upper body was flexing in a way that she liked. She looked at me through a square made by her pointer fingers and thumbs. "Click," she said. "That's a picture I'd like to save." Nearly delirious, Mom moaned out, "MNUH! DICK... s'fucking... UHN!... HEAVEN!" Kim smiled and got out her phone, as I decided to really plow into my mother. Without any forethought, I shoved my thumb deep into Moms ass. "FUUUCK YYEEESSS BAAAYYBEEE!!" She howled, and I nearly knocked her over the couch as I slammed into her; spurting what I had left into her delicious cunt. "OOOHHHHH. Ohhhhh. Ohhh, Kevin, the things you do to my pussy. Oh, god that rod." Later, Mom cracked up at the picture Kim had taken of my upper body and face while I'd been penetrating her from behind. She wanted a copy of it for her phone, but we quickly realized that we couldn't afford for either one of them to be found with a picture of me - at least half naked - making the O-face. We stored it in an external hard drive, and never bothered to look at it again; preferring to see (and help) one another having orgasms in real life. But Mom decided that she did want a new picture of me that would show up on her phone when I called, and that my penis should be deep inside her somehow at the time of the shot. Kim and I dug the idea too, so we each arranged our shots of one another. When Mom calls me, a picture of her comes up that shows her in a red and white checked dress, smiling brightly while sitting next to our coffee table. What you cannot see is that I'm lying flat on my back beneath her, and she is being positively skewered on her "beautiful monster." Beneath her dress her throbbing clit is almost touching my balls, and my hands are on her hips. Kim managed to take the shot while Mom was making a kind of "Huhh. Huhhh. Huhhh" sound through her frozen smile. There was a click, Kim said, "Okay! Got it," and Mom screamed as tiny tears formed at the corners of her eyes. She started thrashing her hips forwards and back furiously, working my dick around her deepest parts. "Oh Fuck," I'd said, and laughed at my mother's sudden ferocity. "Careful, Mom, or you'll break it off! Ha haha!" Mom did not slow down. She did not skip a beat. "Shut up and fuck me...OH! Oh fuck Mommy's pussy Kevin!" That's the picture that comes up whenever Mom's phone calls mine. *** Kim's glowing smile appears whenever her phone calls mine. My head was under her skirt when Mom took that pic. I didn't see it myself, but I understand that once the image was captured Kim just let her eyes slide shut. She leaned back into the couch, and put both hands on my head; encouraging me to keep right at what I was doing. I believe I heard her and Mom kissing while I was tonguing Kim's love hole. They both hummed in unison, and then I sucked Kim's clit back into my mouth. She gasped and took two fistfuls of my short dark hair. Suddenly, she pulled my face into her crotch, and began rotating her hips; smearing her sopping pussy all over my face. Mom was squeezing Kim's small firm tits, and Kim was lost in an endless repetition of her high pitched moan. Her muscular thighs jerked shut on my head, nearly squeezing me out of the party in her panties. I stretched my tongue to keep lapping at her lips, and then the thighs spread apart with sudden force. My head was jammed back into Kim's fragrant cunny, and she came right into my grateful mouth. I felt Mom's hand on my shoulder. "My turn. Always remember to share, Baby." I looked up at my mother, smiling down at me. "Let's see how Kimmy tastes today." She was the only one who could call Kim that name. She kneeled next to me, and licked Kim sauce from my lips. She smiled, and winked at me while placing her right hand on Kim's left thigh. My mother bent down into my girlfriend's bare lap. I stepped back to make space, and enjoyed the view. Mom was wearing one of her dark pencil skirts, and her toned ass was straining against the material. I bent down behind her, and hitched up her skirt. "That's new," I observed, tracing my finger along the gusset of a neon pink thong that held the pouty lips of her pussy. She wagged her ass and hummed a sigh into Kim's still-tight cunt. I eased the bit of fabric aside to reveal my single favorite spot in the universe. She was wet and ready, as she'd always been since we'd started being more than mother and son. I stood up to pull down my jeans, taking my boxers down with them. Kim opened her eyes, and stared at my prick. She reached down to my mother's head - busy lapping away at her pussy - and pressed it harder into her cunt. She grunted then, and said, "Eat her pussy, Kevin. Eat her fantastic cooch, but save the dick for me. She's almost got...Unh!!...got me there...Oh! FUCK YEAH!" Mom, despite her loud slurping, understood perfectly. She released Kim's thighs, and reached her right hand up to pinch Kim's left nipple through her dress. Her left hand snaked down to her own pussy, and spread the lips for me. Delicious and convenient! I squatted down behind her behind, and dug in like it would be my last meal. I spread her ass cheeks so I could lick her up and down, front and back. She managed to push her tongue forward into Kim, and her ass back to encourage me. It was getting to be too much for me. I was going to have to stick my cock into some part of one of them soon! Kim shrieked. I came up from my mother's snatch and bare cheeks to see the fireworks. Mom had released her nipple, and was slamming three fingers in and out of our lovely Kimmy. Instinctively, I reached down and cupped Mom's pussy, sliding my middle finger between the lips and gently rubbing the clit. Kim was howling and gyrating her hips and gripping Mom's head with both hands like she was trying to climb up onto her face. Her own face was red, and her mouth was invitingly wide open. I wanted to put my dick in there, but suddenly Kim squeezed her eyes shut and made an "Uuuuu" sound through gritted teeth. Mom was just nodding into Kim's wet center, and plowing her fingers in there like a machine. "FFFFAAAAAAHHHH!" Kim announced, going over the peak, and then collapsed temporarily. Mom withdrew from Kim's thighs, and looked back over her shoulder at me. She smiled at my recently achieved nudity, and reached for my love pole. She stroked me, an automatic response to having me near. "Hmm. Hello there my beloved," she said, and kissed the head lovingly. Kim's eyes fluttered at the sucking sound. She was still dizzy from that second orgasm, but she managed to make an anxious "Mmmuh." She lifted an arm towards us, and let it flop to her side. Mom licked the length of my rod, and looked me in the eyes. "Don't worry Kim," she said rubbing my mushroom over her lips. I'm gonna hold him in my mouth along with your juices until you're ready to get seriously fucked. She nibbled at the head gently, and then couldn't hold herself back from deep throating me. Kim smiled, and watched my mother rub her nose on my pelvic bone. She wasn't jealous of Mom getting my attention. If anything she was grateful and glad for Mom's involvement in my sex life. Thanks to the slender dancer trying to swallow my dick, Kim could finally take all I had to give without the pain she'd experienced in the past. Kim was just so enthusiastic about finally enjoying me as much as she'd always hoped to that she never wanted to miss out on an opportunity to slide me all the way up her love canal. Mom kneeled before me, bobbing her head, gulping my shaft, cupping my balls with one hand and diddling herself with the other. Kim watched happily resting her hands on the swollen lips of her honey pot. I just stood there, enjoying the feel and the view. Finally, Kim spoke up: "Kevin, darling?" "Yes, dear?" I asked, stroking Mom's hair as she took me deep again. Kim spread her muscled legs, and delicately held her lovely shaved vagina open with both hands. "Would you be a sweetheart, and pull that thing from your mother's throat, and put it in here?" Mom withdrew with an extremely lurid sucking/slurping sound. "You don't mind, do you Janine?" Mom swatted my ass, sending me off. "Not at all, Kimmy. There's plenty of Kevin to go around. I've even gone to the trouble of lubing him up for you." She knew that no matter how much I played with Kim or how hard (or how many times) I came, she would only need to nuzzle up against me with her sublime form. She could whisper a few words in my ear, she knew, and there would always be more for her. I eased up to Kim, and worked my way into her tight pussy. "Eeyuhh!" she exhaled. I started slow, easing my way in a bit more each time over the course of about seven calm thrusts. By thrust eight, Kim was saying my name. I pulled her dress up and over her head, and marveled, as always, at her muscular form; flat hard muscles under the smoothest skin. Her arms were straight at her sides so she could lift herself slightly while jutting her pelvis forward to meet mine. Even lubed up, and welcoming me in like this, her tunnel was so tight I felt like I was parting her walls for the first time with each stroke. Her sweet shaved little entrance made my slippery boner look like a red log about to plug her shut. She screamed and thanked me and kept begging for more. Her wine-glass-size breasts shifted together and apart in her lifting motion. She grabbed one of my shoulders, and pulled me onto her as she eased onto her back. I'd popped out, but was pressing at her entrance again. Kim nibbled at my ear, and said, "I can take the heat if you wanna give it to me full throttle, Kev, but I'd love it if you gave it to me long deep and slow." I aim to please. I drilled Kim's hard body torturously slow. "Ohhhh, fuck yeah Kevin. Aaaah! Yes! I fucking LOVE your DICK!" she said in the process of a single patient penetration. She dug her nails into my ass to hold me still while she swiveled her cunt all over my rod. She didn't leave any marks on my cheeks that Mom hadn't already given me. Kim came hard, convulsing against my chest and making (yet another) wet spot on the couch. Kim kissed me deeply, and said, "Oh god I'm so glad to have you all the way inside me like this, Kev." She sounded weepy, and I hadn't even started to break a sweat. Yet. Kim closed her eyes for a moment, and sighed out, "Thank you so much Janine." "My pleasure Kimmy, believe me." came my mother's voice from near where the head board would have been if we'd been on a bed. I looked up, and saw Mom on a nearby chair. Her legs were spread wide, and she was working that amazing cunt of hers; one hand was practically vibrating over her clit, the other sliding a vibrator from our bedroom in and out of my personal play place - about half its length going in with each stroke. She was totally eye fucking me, and licked her teeth in anticipation of the insane party I was bound to give her. Kim was hot, sweet and tight as hell. She was a good friend and a champ in bed. But I would have hopped off her and onto my mother in a second if I wasn't so sure that Mom is mine forever. I was balls deep in Kim, and - keeping my eyes on my mother diddling herself - began to stroke in and out. I Kissed Kim again, and then started pounding her straight out of her mind. I looked up at Mom again. We locked eyes again, and we both knew: I was on and in Kim, but I was really fucking my mother. Mom slammed her vibrator into her steamy wetness in tandem with my slamming of Kimmy's cunny. We never took our eyes off each other. Kim's eyes were rolling around her head as she tried to keep up with the pleasure my mother inspired me to give. Mom kept at it with me, never seeming to slow or tire. Kim lost track of all the orgasms my meat and motion gave her, not conscious of the connection I was sharing with my masturbating mother. Finally she needed to stop. I pulled out, and she immediately grabbed onto my still hard prick. "Mmm. That's just plain unfair for you. Here. Lie down where I am." We switched positions, and Kim smiled at me as she licked her juices from the shaft and head of my still engorged penis. "Can I help with that?" asked Mom, removing the vibrator and standing up from her chair. "Oh!" said Kim, apparently having forgotten my lithe mother in the midst of her multiple orgasms. She smiled, happy at remembering. "Yes, please!" she said with genuine enthusiasm. Instead of snuggling up next to Kim between my legs, Mom straddled my face, and leaned along the length of my body to give Kim a soul kiss over the cock they both so adored. It went on like that. I ate Mom's pussy while they took turns blowing me, or sometimes making out while stroking me with at least one hand each. I blew my load sky high, and hit each of their mid sections. Kim laughed with joy, while Mom creamed all over my face at the thrill of having me come on her. I fucked Kim doggy style later that night, and she completely passed out after an earth shattering orgasm. Mom and I let her sleep, slipping away to the room that had been mine a lifetime ago. We took our time, and did each other just right. *** When I call Mom, up comes a picture of me - yes, from the mid-section up - wearing a plain button down shirt, white with thin, light colored vertical stripes. My face is slightly red, and I've got a weird smile, like I'm drunk or partially brain damaged. Mom had decided to recreate the incident that had inspired the whole secretive pic idea; sort of. What is unseen below is my dear mother without a single stitch of clothing. She'd crawled onto the couch on her knees and rested her pert breasts on the back cushions. She'd spread her legs apart a little bit and reached down and back to spread her lips and show me the pink. "Okay, Kevin, I've got very specific plans for this shot." Kim, in another simple floral dress was holding Mom's phone and silently nodding. Clearly she was in on whatever plan Mom had cooked up. I'd already stepped up behind Mom - nothing on from the waist down - and begun caressing her exquisite bubble. "Now," she continued after an appreciative hum, "put my beautiful monster where he belongs, and then just stand still. I don't want the shot to be blurry." That long-limbed raven-haired wet-dream-come-true, bent over the couch with her ass in the air and pussy lips spread wide was my mother. And as mom herself has said, that pussy was for my exclusive use and enjoyment (though Kim was welcome to enjoy it too.) Threats of nuclear attack couldn't have kept me from sticking my cock into that pink palace of pleasure. She had been planning this, and waiting and thinking about getting me inside her. Her scent filled the air. There was no doubt that she was going to be wet enough to take me full length in the first stroke. She was my little bitch in heat. I eased up behind her, and claimed my prize; full hilt, until my testicles glanced against her clit. "Ooooohhhh!" she thrilled. I could see her face reflected in the hall mirror. Her eyes closed and her head sank a bit, and she said, "Uhh. So hard. So...I love you so much, Kevin." I gave her ass a solid whack, and my mother went berserk. "Yeeeaaahhhhhh-ahhhh!" Her whole body thrashed around my dick in her center. "Janine!" called Kim. Mom didn't seem to hear her. Her head whipped around, and then her body went rigid. I nearly buckled over as my mom's cunt clenched my member with fantastic force. I felt the warmth of her orgasm around my dick and seeping to my ball sack. I felt her reaching down between her legs to stroke my testes. I had no choice, I had to start fucking her or lose my damned mind. Finding Our Way Bk. 02 "Janine! I'm not going to get a shot at this rate. This isn't what we planned," warned Kim. If Mom hadn't put on the breaks, Kim would've just stripped down and climbed into the fray. But Mom recovered enough to say, "Yeah. Uh...no...uh...Yeah, Kevin. Stop." I stopped. She always knew I would. I'd never force myself on my mother or anyone. I've seen stories where people do, but that is just not me. I doubt Mom and I would've ever come together if I were. I started to pull out, but Mom shrieked, "NO! Don't you DARE take that precious cock away from me. You get RIGHT back in here young man!" I did as I was told. "Oh FUCK, yes! Oh, god, this is going to be tougher than I thought." She took a deep breath, and I could feel a slight squeeze on my shaft deep inside her. "Uhn. Okay. Now, you be perfectly still, Kevin. No matter what." She began to rock forwards and back along my flesh guide rail. "Do you think you can control yourself; to do as I've asked, sweetheart?" she asked panting. It was clear to me - even delirious with penetrating my sexy mother - that she couldn't even control herself like she was asking me to do. But so what? Kim was smiling at me, and in the mirror I could see my mother was struggling to hold on as it was. Clearly this was a game of challenging myself control. I was already balls deep in my mother. Why not play along? "Sure," I said. "Go ahead and take the picture, Kim. Mom feels like molten gold down there, and as soon as you've got the shot I'm going to hit new depths in my little bitch." Mom made a loud moan at my words, and Kim seemed to almost stumble even though she was standing still. My mother started rocking forwards and back faster, and she was using all the muscular strength in her cunt to squeeze and drive me wild. She was fucking me there, but being careful never to let her ass actually collide with my pelvic bone. "Oh god, baby," she was saying. "You know I am. I'm your sweet little bitch in heat. Oh! That FUCKing DICK!" Kim was pretending to fumble with the phone while Mom picked up the pace. I was starting to sweat. "I'm all yours, baby. I dance so hard to keep my little ass good and hard and round for you. I'll always take care to keep my pussy nice...OH FUCK BABY!...nice and sweet and clean for you. Uh!" My face was starting to turn red. Kim took a shot but said "Ooops!" as she was taking it. "No, that's not right. Stay still Kev." She was clearly loving every minute of this. But not as much as Mom. "Oh! OH! Even standing still you're the greatest lover I've ever even heard of! Oh! I love you! And I love belonging to you! OH shit! I'll do anything! Everything. Put your balls in my mouth at bedtime. I'll hold them 'till the sun comes up if you ask." Trying to hold still through this, I gave her perfect ass another spank. "Oooohhh! YesssssssFUCK! Thank you baby!" she was rocking forward and back along my meat with more abandon now. "Thank you! I'm so gald you warmed my ass up. It reminded me. UH! I forgot to tell you..."Kim was smirking. The camera was pointed at me, but she was not taking the shot. She was waiting for some cue from my mom. "...Oh what an amazing lover you are...I forgot to tell you that Kim helped me warm my ass up earlier today. It's ready...UUUOOOHHH!!...and waiting for your beautiful monster." Click. I held myself together just long enough to watch Kim toss Mom's phone into the change bowl in the front hall on her way - nearly running - to the kitchen. I looked down to see my mother's asshole open, wink closed and open wide again for me. I shoved my thumb in there. Mom screamed like bloody murder, but she screamed, "YYYYEEEESSSS!!" I just barely registered a dragging sound - moving furniture - coming from the kitchen. I pulled out of Mom's pussy. "FUCK! Yes! Take my ass, Kevin. Mommy's ass is all for you!" I lined up the head of my cock - lubed up with her sweet nectar - to her back door. Kim came back in from the kitchen, naked as can be (I guess she hadn't been wearing any panties or bra under her dress,) dragging a stool from the breakfast nook. She was dragging it with one hand. The other was pressing on her pubic bone and just below. I grabbed Mom's hips and moved my hips forward. I looked down at the sculpted ass with my Johnson half way in and sinking fast. My mother leaned over the back of the couch raked her nails up the back. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT! SHIIIII..." As I finally went all the way in, her tone escalated to a shriek. Kim brought the stool up so she could sit facing my mother. Actually, she was so high up on that stool, that Mom was facing Kim's knees. Then Kim spread her knees. Mom seemed unaware of all this. "I'm so full, Kevin! Your dick is so fucking big in my ass, Kevin. Oh. It's so hard. I can't believe how good you feel in me, Baby. I...mmff." And she was eating Kim's sopping pussy. I'm pretty sure they planned that part, but what they failed to plan for was my dedication to fucking my mother's ass with everything I had. I slammed Mom's ass with a tremendous force. She squealed into Kim's cunt and Kim moaned at Mom's talented tongue plus the vibrations. Then I pulled out, gave Mom one of those smacks on the ass she loves so much and slammed back in even harder. Both of my women called out my name. My hips' impact with mom's ass made its own clap. I looked along my mother's succulent bottom, across her narrow waistline, up her spine to her taut shoulders which had some of her pitch black locks plastered to them. She was - to my eyes at least - perfect. Her head tipped and shook as she pleasured Kim with her mouth. Holding back was no longer an option. I fucked her ass with machinegun speed and force. Clapclapclap went my hips on her ass. I was in some kind of berserker state. I was fucking into my mother's ass with such mindless abandon that I never heard Kim saying, "Woah!" I only barely registered the crash. I looked over to see that I'd knocked Kim and stool over by impacting Mom's body so forcefully. Kim was splayed out on the floor, laughing, but I was concerned. I slowed and stopped fucking my mother, but she reached back and grabbed my hand before I could pull out. Her message was clear. Your penis does not leave my rectum. "Are you okay, Kim?" she asked in a remarkably steady tone. Still laughing, Kim nodded. "I'm fine, hahaha!" "That's good," Mom said, squeezing my hand once with her hand, and squeezing my cock once with her anus. "Go get the small vibrator, and bring it to me." She squeezed me again. Nodding, Kim got up and headed to the bedroom. My beautiful mother turned her lovely face to me, and locked her green eyes on my blues. "When she comes back, you'll need to stop again, but for now, plow my fucking ass! It's waiting for you. Take it!" No hesitation. Clapclapclap! Mom bit her lower lip to stifle her moans. I do not know how much time passed before Kim returned, but I'll just say that anally penetrating my sleek mother did not get boring. Eventually, Kim did return with a smooth white rocket shaped vibrator. About 6 inches or so long, and wider near the tip. Mom asked me to stop for a sec. When I did, she took the vibrator from Kim and deep throated it. My cock swelled deep in her bowels at the sight. She moaned over the dildo, withdrew it from her face and handed it back to Kim. "Get your ass ready, Kim" she said. "You're next. And you can eat my pussy while you're taking what our man gives you." Then she turned back to me. "Okay baby, let 'er rip. I need all the dick you can put into my little ass." I gently squeezed her right cheek. "I NEED it!" she cried out. So I gave it to her, and she sang my praises as I did. Kim obediently went to one of the overstuffed chairs, and...well...we kind of stopped noticing her there for a while. I'm certain that the taboo of the incestuous nature of our coupling is largely to thank, but - whatever the reason - every time I enter my mother it is thrilling. It's like I'm plunging into her for the first time. Every time! This was no exception. Mom and I fell into a haze of carnal mania. She started pushing back into my thrusts, and coming over and over. You can easily guess by now the sort of things she screamed. She really pledged allegiance/to the pole/that was penetrating her anally. Around her third or fifth orgasm (I know it was an odd number) I completely filled her cavity with cum. My jizz was leaking out of her corn-hole so copiously that it actually lubricated the opening even more, so pulling out was even easier than we'd expected. Mom flopped down onto the couch, and lay there on her back. I sat on the other end, and just let my head tip back. I was so exhausted from the exertion and so spent from giving Mom a fill-up that I nearly fell asleep. I didn't quite make it to sleep, though. I felt something wedging itself between my calves in front of the couch. Then my dick felt warm. I concentrated a little bit more. It felt wet too. I opened my eyes, and found Kim kneeling in front of me. My cock - fresh from mom's asshole - was about five inches into her mouth. I hadn't even properly softened yet, and I could feel myself getting harder. She was looking up at me, her blue eyes round with a vulnerability I rarely saw in her. Mom has a wide mouth with thick lips, which makes her a terrific cock sucker. But Kim's mouth was small, which made my rod look like a goddamn Roman pillar. I could tell that she'd learned a lot from Mom about controlling the gag reflex as she took another inch and a half down her throat. Kim's curly strawberry blond hair was bunched together and held over her right shoulder. I looked over her creamy muscular back to her lovely heart shaped rear. Jutting from it was the vibrator Mom had given her earlier. Kim hummed with a content sound all over my dick. I returned my glance to her sweet face, still full of the meat I'd just pulled out of Mom. Kim blinked up at me slowly. I stroked her face, and I felt her tongue swish around in there. "Can you taste Mom there?" I asked. She nodded/bobbed her head. That girl wasn't letting my bone out of her mouth for something stupid like answering a yes/no question. "You like it?" She gagged slightly, as she'd nodded a little too enthusiastically this time. I was silent for a moment, and listened to Kim slurping away, and the buzzing of the vibrator (which I hadn't noticed before now.) "Should we add some of your flavor to it now?" She hesitated for a moment, and shook her head slightly before sucking with more gusto. "Don't you want me in your ass Kimmy?" I asked, but I'd taken it a bit too far. With a long throaty gurgling and slurping sound, Kim pulled her head off of my love stick. She never broke eye contact. Then she simply said, "I'm going to get your balls on my chin, and I'm going to make sure you can feel it. Then we can pull this vibrator out, and I'll show you what a tight ass I really am." I smiled. She wasted no time stuffing my dick back into her mouth. She took her time, and she never seemed to consider quitting. She sucked me all the way down to the root while I tangled my fingers in her curls. She sort of waggled her head and made some kind of pressure with her throat, and I cried out in pleasure. Mom's sinewy body stirred and I felt her foot on my forearm. I reached my free hand over to her and rested my palm on her mons, eliciting a calm smile from her. More gurgling and slurping from my groin, and Kim was licking her lips. "You are both delicious," she said. Using my thighs for leverage, she pushed herself up to a crouching position, and turned slightly so we could see the buzzing phallus less than half out of her anus. "Could you help me with this, please?" I stroked Kim's back with one hand, and grabbed the base of the vibrator with the other. Still crouching, she grabbed her knees and closed her eyes. Mom watched on with half lidded eyes as I turned the vibrator and slowly pulled it from Kim's rectum. Kim smiled and gasped, and Mom made an "mmm" sound. I tossed the smooth warm white rocket shape onto the nearby coffee table before putting my arms around Kim's already sweaty body. I led her around to stand next to the couch, not far from Mom's feet. I then bent her over the arm of the couch, so that her face eased down to the seats, and her ass was pointed at me. Mom, understanding my plan immediately scooted down the couch so that Kim could snack on her snatch. Kim's mouth was on her without hesitation, and I lined up to the second ass begging to be fucked. My mother moaned and grabbed two fistfuls of Kim's strawberry blond locks. I grabbed Kim's hips and took her asshole. Kim shivered, and Mom cried out. As I slid in and out of Kim's pucker, she kept shivering and rewarding my mother for the pleasure it gave; a loving and thrilling domino effect causing Mom to moan shortly after each thrust into Kim's backside. I was transfixed by Kim's ass. It was firmer than Mom's and a bit smaller. She really knew how to take a dick up there with some style and technique (whereas Mom was still learning.) As I picked up speed I could see the muscles in her cheeks clenching, as she gyrated her hips slightly to all of our intense pleasure. I looked up along Kim's sweaty gleaming back to her curly haired head also gyrating into my mother's groin. Seeing Mom's bare thighs and abdomen thrusting along to Kim's tonguing (influenced by my dicking) made me wish - not for the first time - that I could be in two places at once. Kim's ass was a joy, no doubt about it! But, at the same time, I also wanted to be deep in Mom's pussy. Still steadily prodding at Kim's deeps, I glanced further up Mom's abdominals (well defined in all this exertion) to her bellowing rib cage and then her bulbous breasts bouncing and waving her hard nipples around. I licked my lips. I wanted those nips in my mouth too. Up my gaze went to her neck. I wanted to be kissing Mom there too. Up further to her sharp jawline. Her mouth. I wanted to be kissing her as well as all the other things. I wanted to be fucking or kissing (or both!) every part of my mother's body all at the same time. And I wanted to keep spearing Kim's hole as too! Finally my vision reached Mom's dark green eyes, and she was looking right at me. We were eye fucking each other while mashing our genitals into sweet Kimmy's delicious body. It was similar to the time when we'd taken Kim's picture for my phone. I smashed balls deep into Kim's tail, and shortly after, Mom moaned in appreciation. I fucked harder and faster (Kim had no problem taking it) just to make my mother cry out across the couch. I slammed again, and it was clear on Mom's face that she knew it was for her. My pole was skewering Kim's buns, but (crazy as it may sound) I was really fucking my mother. Looking back now, I realize that we were using Kim's body (which, I cannot emphasize enough, was spectacular!) as a kind of sex toy. We adored Kim, and cherished her as a lovely person as well as an able lover. We were happy having her in our home and in our life. But the love - the passion that cried out for sweaty, physical, intimate expression - burned between me and Mom first and foremost. That day, I blew a hot load of jizz in Kim's ass, and Mom coated her face with her nectar and sweat. But we were not locked on Kim at all. We were locked on one another; cumming for one another. Kim came hard in the excitement of being the center of all that pumping and grinding, and she rested happily on the couch afterwards. But, shaking with an unspoken need, Mom and I snuck off to the bathroom to shower together. Touching the woman I loved so deeply got me hard again, and I nailed her standing up against one of the shower walls. She wrapped her arms and legs around me; kissed me long and deep with hunger and devotion. I held her up by her glorious ass, more for support than for the sensation of gripping those perfect globes. To the outside viewer we would have seemed like rutting animals after being sexually starved. But the truth of it is that we were making love; reaffirming our love. Pinning my mother to the wall with my penis, I was showing her (quite convincingly, she assures me) that she was the one I wanted first and most. Kim was great fun, but Mom was The One! Mom's feelings were similar, and I guess Kim picked up on it over the months. So now we were two again. Kim didn't want to be second fiddle to either of us. She deserved better. It seemed a shame to delete her picture from my phone. Mom was right. It had been a wonderful day. But I supposed I could understand how Kim felt, that even though the image was innocent enough its meaning and the memories behind it left her feeling compromised. She knew we cared about her. She knew we would never misuse her image. But over the three months she had lived with us, she had come to realize her true position in our microcosm. She was loved, but she was also on the outside. Keeping that picture of her smiling face on my phone - or Mom's phone for that matter - would be, sentimentally speaking, tantamount to hoarding dirty pictures of her. I pressed my thumb on the delete button, and felt Mom's hand squeeze my shoulder tighter. In her other hand she was deleting her copy of the picture too. I put my right arm around her pinched waist. She lay her head on my shoulder. My mother was wearing a red sun dress with white polka dots. The hem was riding up her thighs, and I had an easy view down the tight but bulging top. I reached my left hand over to her smooth thighs, and sighed. "I'm going to miss her, Mom." "Me too, Honey. Kim is a wonderful woman. I had really hoped that she would stay, that it could all work out. I must admit, I had hoped that having a woman your age around would improve my chances of keeping you happy. Even if it meant having to stand on the sidelines a bit." "Not this again," I said. "No, I know. I was being silly. I see that now. It was unfair to Kim, really. It's just that I know I'll grow older, so I keep expecting you to need some fresh young sexy thing to satisfy you one of these days. Let me finish. I am still - and will continue to be - comfortable with you enjoying another woman here or there if it will help you feel content staying with me." "But..." "Like I said," she spoke over me. "I thought I'd have to stand on the sidelines sooner or later, but after these past months - even with Kim's sexy hot bod around the place...I see now..." "You see that you can never be on the sidelines, Mom. You're the main attraction." She smiled, moved her right hand onto my thigh and kissed me softly. "Things were hot with Kim," I continued, "and I really enjoyed it. I enjoyed sharing her with you, seeing you enjoy her and...just all the ways we found to mix it up. But I think it was a mistake to try including her in...the connection we share. You and Kim are hot together. Kim and I were hot together, at last, thanks to you. But what you and I have, Mom, it just burns so much brighter than anything I could have with anyone else. I think we tried to hide it without even admitting it to ourselves, but Kim's no dummy. She saw how bright and hot you and I burn together and she knew she couldn't ever be a part of it." Mom smiled through all this, locking eyes with me, nodding her head and slowly unzipping the fly of my trousers. Her hand went into my shorts. "Yeah," she said simply, stroking my hard-on with her strong small hands. "I guess you're right. You can still bring in other girls, or just have fun with them on your own if you like. But they'll be the sideline entertainment. Take them to bed. Make them squeal." Her nose wrinkled and she smiled a confident wicked smile. "Then come home to me, and we'll have the main event." Finding Our Way Bk. 02 I moved my hand up her silky thighs, pushing the dress up to her cherry red panties, stroking the seam of her lower lips through the smooth material. "Do you think about playing with other men or women?" I asked, far less threatened by the idea than I had been a year ago. She spread her dancer's legs to give me easy access. Then she frowned in thought, and said, "No other men. You already bring all the male-based pleasure I can handle. Any other man would just be a waste of time for me. As for women," She was starting to breathe a little bit heavier. She squeezed my cock tighter, and began to stroke me while twisting at the same time. "I might like a little pussy now and then if the right pussy comes along. Maybe I'll send you out to get some for yourself just so I can suck her flavor off of you when you get back." I moaned at her words and her hand-work. Then she smiled at the next thought she had. "You think we burned too bright for Kim? Let's go to the bedroom. I think we can burn even brighter!" Chapter 2 Automotive Dealings Now, I have mentioned this previously. Between the two of us mom is the more tech savvy. I know my way around most computer software I encounter, but mom has always had a natural way with the hardware. Neither of us is a motor head, but mom knows more there too, as she has bought a few cars over the years and needed to know her way. My old beast gave up the ghost two months after Kim left. With my slick job at the PR firm and virtually no expenses (as there was no rent to pay at Mom's house, and she was happy to buy and often prepare the food) I figured I could afford a pretty nice new set of wheels. Mom offered to help me make sure I got a good car and a decent price. We went to a local dealership managed by a guy named Rich. He and Mom had dated about a year and a half before she and I found our way into each other's arms. Because the manager knew Mom he would give us a good deal, but we would have to stay in "mother/son mode." Rich was taller than me, but his sandy hair was thinner than my darker locks. He had a relaxed smile on his own turf (his lot,) and seemed genuinely happy to see both Mom and me. His eyes danced over her slender physique, and who could blame him? Years of dance (if only in the studio) had kept my mother's frame lean and her muscles long and strong. She had long black hair with only one or two streaks of grey, an aquiline nose hedged by high round cheeks and a pair of stunning dark green eyes. Things had ended between them on amicable terms, but judging by the way Rich scanned mom's luscious curves he would probably have been happy to start things up again any time. I gravitated to a hunter green two-seat roadster (are all roadsters two-seaters? Sorry. I really don't know anything about automotive matters.) Rich and Mom accompanied me, both quiet. I turned and smiled. Mom was looking at me with humor in her face and arms crossed. Rich had his hands in the pockets of his tan suit, and looked back and forth between the two of us; trying to work out the dynamic of who would actually be making the purchasing decision. He was an honest salesman, and we all knew he would give us a fair price for whichever car we landed on. For him, now, it was about time: getting the sale done quickly and comfortably (and maybe scoring a date with my mother) so he could move on to the next customer to walk through his door. Who needed be to be convinced by whom? "Whadda ya think?" I asked. "I can really see myself cruising around in his baby." Mom made a face like she was actually considering it. She shrugged her shoulders, arms and still crossed. "Yeah, Sweetheart. You would look really great! That thing is a total pussy magnet." Rich and I froze. I think that if he hadn't already been intimate at one time with mom he would have turned and strolled off to let us settle it. But I think Rich knew from experience (likely his favorite memories) that Mom had a way with words; dirty words. She was smiling at me with a twinkle in her eye. She turned to Rich. "Isn't that right, Rich?" She gave him a radiant smile. He actually leaned back a little and opened his mouth, but struggled for a reply. I found my voice. "No, Mom, the only... I don't want..." How was I going to phrase this in a strictly platonic son to mother way? I had started to say that the only "pussy" I wanted was hers. But, of course, that was nothing for Rich's ears. Then I had begun to say that I don't want anyone else. But I knew I could not follow that up with any kind of story about having any sort of girlfriend. Our story required that I be single, even if no one asked. We could not afford to have Rich comparing notes with someone else who knew us at some time in the future. Rich looked relieved at not having to answer mom's query. Mom looked tickled at my struggle for words. "I just..." I started and stopped again. "Oh, don't worry sweetheart. I didn't mean that in a bad way. You're a grown man, and you know I respect your sexual...appetites." Both were facing me. Rich was standing to Mom's right, and she had a large purse dangling from her right shoulder laid on her right hip. So when she let her left hand drift down to briefly pat the groin of her tight jeans, he had no chance of seeing it. "If you want to get this car, and use it to get lots of girls, that's fine. But in order for it to do its job you will have to keep it in perfect condition and always spotless. Otherwise, you will have spent a lot of money (and suffering terrible gas mileage) for nothing." I hated taking care of my old car, and I had no big plans of spending too much time on my next. Mom was totally right, and Rich could see it on my face. But Mom wasn't done. "Besides, those little two-seaters can make it harder to get all the action you want." She smiled again at Rich. He didn't know what to do so he smiled as if her did, and shrugged. Back to me Mom said, "The best you'll get from a girl in that thing is a blow job." Rich looked ready to wander off, but Mom stepped toward him to the point that her right upper arm bumped into his left. He wasn't going anywhere. "Maybe," she continued without looking away from me, "you'll get some tiny girl in there to do more, but a taller woman won't be able to give up much no matter how much she really wants to. There just isn't enough room." She shrugged her shoulders, resting her case, and finally looked over to Rich. They both laughed (his was more nervous than hers.) She was right. Mom was 5"8', and the little roadster would limit our options. Now, just in case you've skipped ahead to this chapter, it's worth mentioning that - though it may sound like it - Mom was not getting jealous or petty here. She didn't mind if I did screw around with women my own age, and she knew well enough by now that no one would ever replace her. She was playing with me, and flirting a bit with Rich; maybe to keep him off our scent, maybe to get him to give us a good price or maybe just to get my blood up so I'd give her a good fucking when we got home...probably a combination. In any case, Rich could see that Mom was the one who really knew what would be a good buy, and that I would listen to her. She was the one he needed to sell, directly or indirectly. He chose to address me; being on her side. "She's right, Kevin. This machine will definitely interest the girls, and it will take you and a date where you want in style. But any other...uh...recreational activities? Well this won't really do." Frankly, what else could he say? Was he going to turn to Mom and say, "Oh no, you could fuck a girl silly in this car!" I don't think so. I gestured to a monstrous SUV. "How about that one? I could have a whole orgy in that!" Rich turned red, but my mother only laughed. She knew that I wasn't going to get one of those things. We had an old fashioned garage that wouldn't have fit it. Not to mention the gas mileage and the fact that it instantly kills passengers of smaller cars if you have an accident. A roadster could be fun, but those boxy behemoths didn't interest me. "Moving on, young man." She said with good cheer. She took Rich's arm, and mumbled something to him. He nodded agreement and laughed. He looked like he wanted to say more, but hesitated looking over his shoulder at me. I did my best to keep my chin up, and not to stare at my mother's pert little ass in those tight dark blue jeans. "Maybe," he said in a struggle to keep us both happy, "we can find something that's still sporty but more spacious and safe than the roadster." Mom squeezed his shoulder in approval. And he did manage to find us a nice car - dark blue, like those jeans encasing the ass and pussy Mom had long ago dedicated to me - while still having sleek sporty lines. (Also like Mom's lower and upper body, now that I think about it!) Rich leaned heavy on the safety of the new car, assuring Mom that her baby boy would come to no harm in it. Mom offered to cover the extras, like built in voice activated cell phone and a great stereo system...at least she assured me that it was a great system. Again, that's more her department than mine. As I began to agree to their choice, Mom got one more dig in. Just before Rich headed to the office, she said (loud enough for him to hear, of course,) "Don't worry, Babe. I promise you'll get Pleeeeenty of trim in this car. And the sound system will blow a girl's panties right off." Rich stumbled slightly, but recovered easily and went along to the main office of the dealership to get the paperwork started. Mom wrapped both of her arms around my right upper-arm and said softly, "That's assuming she's wearing panties in the first place. You know I'm not, stud." I was already hard, so my member just throbbed at her words. "I think I'm a little bit jealous of how you flirted with Rich over there." I said. Mom turned to look at the big glass window where most of the sales staff congregated. Rich walked in, and we could see him speaking. He neither looked nor gestured toward us, but three young men looked out at us as he finished whatever sentence he'd formed. He kept busy in there, but the salesmen had been checking my sexy mother out all along so I can guess some of what they were talking about. "I don't believe that," Mom said. "It's true. I'm feeling pretty insecure now." I said extra softly. "I'll have to take you home and strip you down like an uncooperative car. I'll have to spank you and fuck you and lick you wherever you're sore and keep you coming and coming until I'm convinced that you're all mine again." She laughed out loud, and threw her arms around me. She hugged me, rocking us side to side and taking care not to grind her pelvis into me like we would when alone, just a happy Mom giving her son a hug. "I certainly hope that part is true," she murmured into my ear. "But we both know I'm all yours, Baby." The other salesmen were talking to Rich. It is hard to describe the body language; small arm movements, ducking the head and tilting it towards us out the window. Between my own experiences among young men, knowing how Mom had flirted with Rich and maybe a bit of my own intuition I could tell that they were trying to get him psyched up. He was grinning, and shaking his head; refusing to look out the window. "He's going to ask you out on a date, you know." I said in a soft voice. She sighed, and squeezed my neck a little tighter before loosening her grip and leaning back to be able to look me in the eye. "Yeah, I get that feeling too. Can't blame him, really. I flirted pretty shamelessly." The advantage of this hugging/standing position is that our groins could almost touch. Almost. "So what are you going to say when he asks?" Mom looked shocked and slightly wounded. "What do you mean, Kevin?" I smiled at her - reassuringly, I hoped. "Nothing bad, Mom. It's just that you've gone on about how I'm free to enjoy other women. I just think that it's only fair if you...you know...that you have the same freedoms you allow me. I want you to know that you get to say whether you'll go out with someone or not." She stepped back a little bit, but held onto my forearms. She shook her head and said, "No, Kevin. That's not how I want it. I appreciate what you're trying to say, but I'm not looking for an exactly balanced relationship. I never have. The relationship I had with your father was very unbalanced, and I was quite content. I want a different sort of "unbalanced" with you." I looked over her shoulder to the window. Rich was sitting at a desk, tapping at a console. The salesmen under him had decided (or had been told) to leave him alone. Mom continued, "I love that I belong to you. I am your plaything at home. We understand that I can have a final say if I don't want something or if I need some time to adjust to it, like the time it took me to get into anal play with you. But I am happier than I can remember ever being in my life belonging to you, because I know you so well: I know that you love and respect me, that I can belong to you without you taking that ownership somewhere too dark. Like I showed you that first night we shared a bed, I know I can trust you. I am happy - in an I'm-getting-the-crotch-of-these-jeans-wet kind of happy - belonging to someone I can trust and love like you." She squeezed my arms. "In matters of who touches me where and when, you are the boss. Okay? Because this mouth, these hands..." She leaned in, and cupped her hand to my ear to whisper, "These tits. This pussy. They belong to you." She licked my outer ear and then backed away. I smiled, and rubbed at the ear so none of the roaming customers would see her saliva there. The salesmen and the customers all kept their distance, but I felt their eyes on us. Mom was still standing very close, and spoke softly, so her words would still only reach me. "Do you want me to go out with Rich? I will if you tell me to. I'll even let him do things with me if you tell me that's what you want. I'd really appreciate it if you would let me keep...you know..." she looked down at her pants and back up to me. "I'd like to keep my pussy pure for just you, if you're okay with that." "Are you making fun of me or something?" I said just as softly. "No. I really have no interest in touching any penis except the one in your pants, and I really will only let Rich touch me where you've made me wet if you insist that it's what you want me to do." She was looking down at the floor in a kind of secret submission. Then she looked up into my eyes. "I could get him all heated up, and make him tell me all the things he wants to do with me. Then I'd come home to you. I'd tell you what he came up with, and we could do all those things. Rich was a pretty creative guy." Mom had made similar suggestions of being willing to do all sorts of things back some time ago when I briefly moved out of the house for appearances. I knew she meant it to some degree, but I was beginning to realize just how literally committed my mother was to serving me. I tilted my head to a side as I considered this. Her happy green eyes lever left mine. "Mom, if I asked you to get on your knees and blow me here on the show room floor, you would really do it, wouldn't you?" She licked her lips at the thought. "Kevin, having your dick in my mouth is like...an honor for me...or something like that. When I'm tasting you, I'm just filled with gratitude...and your rock hard meat, of course. Hell, yes I'll fucking deep throat you right here and now. We'll probably have to move to another town and get new jobs, but I don't care. I'll fuck you silly in the moving van. I'll suck you off on the drive to the next town. I'll interview for new jobs while sitting on your cock...preferably teleconference interviews...I mean, baby, you can bury your Thing in my ass while I talk." She was getting visibly excited, and I started to worry that she really would drop to her knees and reach for my fly in order to get the fantasy started. "Okay, Mom. Okay. I believe you. Calm down. You would really go out with Rich if I told you to?" "I'll go ask him out, and dress up like a slut for the date as long as I can know that you'll take care of my wet little mommy-pussy when I bring it back home to you." She made a pout, and asked, "Should I agree to go out with him?" I looked down at her long lean legs, encased in those tight blue jeans. Her black leather belt was cinched tight to accentuate her narrow waistline. Her two-sizes-too-small violet turtleneck accentuated her lovely naval-orange sized breasts. She may not have been wearing panties, but she was definitely wearing a lacy bra under the tight top. Her long elegant neck, and finally her heart shaped angel's-face under long raven tresses. She was an unreal beauty, and I was awed to be in such nearly-complete possession of her. I knew that I was going to take her home. I would tell her to strip, and she would, no matter which room we were in. I would lay her down, and I would spread her succulent thighs apart, and I would plunge long and deep inside her. I would squeeze and suck on her centerfold-quality breasts. I would fill her with my sex, and I would fill her with my seed, and - as insane as it seemed - she would thank me! She smiled at my awed scrutiny of her majestic beauty; almost as if she knew what I was thinking, and couldn't wait any more than I could. "No, I said. Poor Rich. He's a nice guy. I couldn't abuse him like that." I've read stories about couples that meet up in bars and flirt with other people in the bar before "picking up" one another. Maybe we'll do that some time. That would be more humane than wasting Rich's time and dignity. "Wow," said Mom. "I think you're right, Kevin. I'm so proud of you, and I love you so much. She hugged me. We were still on the show room floor, so she only hugged me and gave me a peck on the cheek. "I love you too, Mom. Let's have Rich finish up the paper work, and well come back to sign everything later today or tomorrow. I need to get you alone for a while." Mom's eyes flashed, and she practically jumped into the air. "Go on, and tell him we'll see him later, and then I want you to bring your delicious little pussy to the car. I'll wait there. Mom made a huge lovely grin; childlike glee painted all over her expression and posture. She turned and jogged to the office. I walked out and headed to our car. I had nearly reached it, when my mother called out from behind. Now she was running, smiling like she was about to fly. She tossed me the keys, and said, "Could you drive please, Baby? I'm starving and dying of thirst." "Sure," I said. We climbed in, and I started the engine. There was no food or drink in the car. Just as I turned the car to pull out, something happened. If you had been nearby, and if you had happened to be looking right into our car at that exact moment, you would have seen it. You would have seen my mother's head, licking her lips, dropping eagerly into my lap. Chapter 3 Stress and Relief "Call Mom," I told the car while pretending to myself that I hadn't just run a red light while speeding. The sound system made a static riddled click, then beeped before finally confirming my command. I squeezed the wheel until my fingers hurt. I literally wanted to spit, but I was in my own one-year-old car. The burbling sound that indicated that Mom's phone was ringing stopped with an abrupt thud, and my mother's voice filled the cabin, "Hi, Sweety. Running late again?" "Hi Mom. No. I'm in the car now." "Already? I haven't finished preparing diner yet, but..." "There's no one else in the car with me, Mom." With the car phones and office phones, we always assumed that it was not safe to make any kind of sexy talk until the other explicitly said no one else would overhear it. I'd called her cell, so I already knew no one could hear me. "Still working on dinner" was a private euphemism for somehow getting herself ready for me sexually. Heating up a tray of food meant that she was masturbating to make her sex extra wet for the second I arrived. Dressing the chicken usually indicated lingerie or some other sort of dress up. Stuffing the turkey (or other bird) meant she was using a vibrator to loosen up her anus like Kim had taught her, and so on.