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Incestuous

By: Cphucker



All persons in this story are at least 18 years of age.

*****

The sound of screaming kids and the smell of bacon woke 18 year old Sandy Sweet from a particularly great night of sleep. She stirred beneath her sheets, yawning and stretching her naked body as sunlight poured into her room. It took her a moment to remember that her house was full of visiting relatives from out of state. She could hear footsteps rumbling up the stairs toward her room, and suddenly her bedroom door flew open and her two younger cousins, 7 year old Betsy and 8 year old William, bounded into her room. They excitedly raced toward her and jumped onto her bed.

"Sandy! Sandy!" they shouted, crawling all over her but either not noticing or not caring that she was completely naked under her sheet.

"Good morning, munchkins," Sandy said, rubbing her eyes.

"Uncle Steve is taking us to the mall later," Betsy blurted out.

Little William fidgeted excitedly. "He said we could come wake you up."

Sandy didn't seem to really care either that she was naked under her sheet, which fell below her shoulder when she sat up.

"I can't remember the last time Daddy took me to the mall, you lucky ducks."

"Come on, Betsy! Let's go!" William was too excited to sit still for long, and the two of them bounded off together out of her room and back down the stairs.

Sandy just smiled at her cousins, and threw the sheets back. Still naked, forgetting her bedroom door was left open, she stretched one more time in front of her full-length mirror. She loved how her body looked, tone and fit from being on the track and swim teams all throughout high school. She had the best abs of anyone in the school, at least that was what her friends all said. She was one of those crazy people who actually loved working out and running. She was too busy admiring the lines of definition in her stomach and her small but cute boobs to notice the reflection of someone in her mirror standing at her doorway.

"Hey you," came a deep voice that startled her.

Sandy spun around and almost yelped, though she didn't bother to cover herself at all when she saw that it was just her brother, Sam. Sam was 19, and like his sister, very athletic. He played football and basketball a lot, and while he wasn't as big as some of the guys on the team, he was cut pretty well. Sandy had caught herself eyeing his body a few times over the years.

"You scared me," Sandy blushed, knowing her brother must have been staring at her naked.

"You're missing breakfast," Sam said. He couldn't help but take a good look up and down his sister's naked body, but he didn't stare too long.

"I'm coming," Sandy said, and picked up a pair of running shorts off her floor. Sam got a nice eyeful of her ass when she bent over, but without another word he left.

It was hot today, like it normally was during the summer, and Sandy usually wore as little as possible. She knew her family, relatives included, weren't prudish about clothes. So she wore only the running shorts she had found and a dark blue bikini top. Her shorts were bright red and a bit loose, so without panties underneath she would have to keep her legs closed or else someone might see her goods.

Hurrying to the bathroom, she ran a brush through her long red hair and had a quick pee before going to greet everyone downstairs. When she went to wipe herself, she noticed that her pussy felt a bit moist. She suddenly remembered why she had slept so good last night. A smile came over her lips as images of her dream flashed across her mind. She had been dreaming about a really cute guy from school, and the dream had quickly progressed to an erotic setting. Normally Sandy didn't have wet dreams, but when she did they were usually pretty intense. She distinctly remembered having multiple orgasms in her sleep, though she couldn't remember how many, while the guy in her dream had done very naughty things to her body. Just thinking about that dream made Sandy squeeze her thighs together as her pussy tingled. She softly split her pussy lips with her fingers, and dipped her index finger into her vagina. Her hole was hot and silky, just like it always was after her frequent masturbation sessions. She contemplated rubbing one out right now, but since she had been summoned twice already, she quickly finished sanitizing herself and went downstairs.

Breakfast was always fun at the Sweet house. Sandy's mother, Susan, was the perfect housewife. She was a fantastic cook and really loved her family, including the visiting relatives. Sandy always thought her mother was beautiful, elegant almost. Her dad Steve was a great father too, a perfect balance of discipline and love, though by now Sandy had him pretty much wrapped around her finger.

All throughout breakfast, little Betsy and William were going on and on about all the fun they were going to have while they were visiting for the week. So far it was just Sandy's cousins and her aunt and uncle that were here, but more family were on their way. She knew that either she or Sam were going to have to give up their bed, or maybe both. But on the plus side, that would mean she would be bunking with her other cousin, Lilith, whose family would be arriving tonight. Sandy and Lilith were the same age, and the two were marvelous friends. They were inseparable when they were together, doing everything together and sharing everything with each other. All of Sandy's first experiences with sexual feelings and kissing and touching another person were all with Lilith, though they hadn't seen each other in almost a year now. Sandy was looking forward to being with her best friend again.

Lilith had an older sister as well, Sandy's cousin Beth. Beth was in her early twenties, the oldest of all the children of the family. Beth had just graduated from college and was going to start an internship at a law firm in the fall. This was probably her last family outing before starting her own adult life, and though she wasn't close to Sandy, the two did get along nicely. Sandy had always heard a rumor that Beth was actually a very wild person, which might have started with her college influences. Secretly, she knew that her brother Sam had a strange fascination with Beth, maybe some kind of crush or something. He had never said anything about it to her, but Sandy could tell by the way he always looked at Beth.

After breakfast, Sandy trotted upstairs and returned to her room. She wanted to shower and get ready for the day, though she wasn't sure what it would include. She quickly cleaned up her room since she might have to let someone else sleep in here. She picked up undergarments and other pieces of clothing from the floor and stashed them quickly into her closet. For how disciplined she was with fitness and health, she was remarkably messy in her room. She was still cleaning when someone cleared their throat behind her.

Sam was standing in her doorway, for the second time this morning.

"Hey Sam," Sandy said, still cleaning up.

"I just wanted to apologize for walking in on you this morning," Sam said, leaning nervously against the door frame.

Sandy just smiled at him. "That's ok, it's no big deal. Those rascals left my door open."

She could tell Sam was fishing for something, so she kept cleaning while she waited for him to say something.

"Do you...always sleep naked?" he finally asked.

"You don't?" Sandy asked, genuinely surprised.

"No, I do." Sam didn't say anything else, but he was glancing all around her room anxiously.

Sandy picked up the last of the clothes on her floor, and turned to face him. "Why do you ask?"

"I dunno," Sam replied, blushing. "It's kinda sexy, is all."

Sandy tried to hold back her flattered smile. She stepped to within a few feet of him.

"I figured I wasn't your type," she said, enjoying his nervous reaction to their interaction.

"What do you mean?"

She shrugged, pretending to be casual but secretly very excited by having a sexual conversation with her brother.

"You know, guys like women with big boobs and a big ass, right?"

Sam laughed. "Yeah, I guess that it typical. But you know I go for the athletic type."

"Like me?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah, I suppose."

Not really knowing what came over her, Sandy reached up and lifted her bikini top just enough to expose her full tits. Without hesitation, she stood before her brother letting him see her naked breasts.

"You don't think these are too small?" she asked, almost sweetly.

Sam's eyes were glued to her tits. He was caught off guard, but seeing his sister naked or almost naked wasn't uncommon in this house. It's just that she had never been this bold.

"Not at all," he said, practically licking his lips. Still, there was some degree of guilt in the back of his mind that this was his sister, and he shouldn't be seeing this.

"You're sweet," Sandy said, just about to pull her top back down. "You know, you get a treat for that."

She stepped closed to Sam and waited, keeping her top open. He finally looked up at her face, but he was utterly confused as to what she was doing.

"Go ahead," she said. "Touch them."

Sam's eyes widened. "What?"

"It's ok, you deserve some boob after such a sweet comment."

Sam was extremely hesitant, but he couldn't deny that he was wondered what touching Sandy's breasts would feel like. He would be lying if he said he hadn't masturbated a few times to the thought of her. And though he had downplayed it earlier, she was exactly his type.

"Hurry, silly," Sandy said, fidgeting just a bit. "Before someone comes by."

Spurred on by the fear of being caught, Sam's hands lifted from his sides and he found his hands descending on her cute little B cups. Sandy almost purred as his warm hands finally touched her boobs, squeezing firmly but otherwise remaining mostly still. Her nipples reacted to the touch, hardening and poking at his palms.

"They feel..." Sam could barely find words to say. "...Uh...they feel great!"

He took a step forward to get a better look as well as a feel. Neither of them realized how excited this was making him, and to both of their surprise, his erection pressing up against his shorts grazed against Sandy's stomach. Her eyes widened, as well as her smile, and she had to fight to look down at what must have been an impressive bulge. She didn't want to embarrass him though, so she fought the urge.

"Geez, I'm sorry," Sam said, releasing her chest from his grasp and trying in vain to adjust his shorts to hide his excitement.

"I'm glad you enjoyed them," Sandy said, lowering her bikini top to cover herself.

"I...um..." Sam finally just stood there, not wanting to turn away and run like an idiot, but still very embarrassed about his erection. Regardless, he remained in place and allowed his sister to finally see his shorts tenting out obscenely.

Sandy's eyes drifted slowly south, and her amused expression with the wide smile turned to one of shock. Her brother's shorts were tenting so far out, she could only imagine how big his penis was. Just as slowly as her eyes had drifted down, they drifted back up to meet his face.

"Wow," she said, not bothering to hide her surprise. "I've never seen you, excited anyway."

Sam was about ready to leave now, not sure where this was going. He certainly didn't want anyone to walk by and see him like this, though. He turned and headed for the door.

"Wait, Sam." Sandy stopped him. "Is that really because of me? I mean, do you really feel that way?"

Sam couldn't look her in the eyes, he could only nod silently.

"Wow, I never knew..." Sandy had never known that he thought of her that way, and considering her own attraction to him, this presented an interesting circumstance. Incest? Could they possibly do it? She didn't know how to feel now, aside from the initial shock and ensuing arousal.

"Don't tell anyone, ok?" he said, his voice sounding very weak just then.

"Sam, I would never..." Sandy approached him and touched his arm. "You have no idea how flattered I am."

Sam smiled at her, but he was still aching to leave and retreat to his own room.

"You're going to jerk off now, right?" Sandy asked, trying to keep him focused on her as long as possible.

Sam's face turned deep red, but he could never lie to his sister. He nodded finally.

"Take me some of me with you," she said, and reached her hand boldly down into her running shorts.

Sam watched in awe as she quite obviously touched herself in front of him, dipping a finger into her pussy and rubbing it around for a few seconds, her eyes locked on his. She withdrew her hand from her shorts and held it out to him. Sam could see, and smell, the silky fluid that decorated her finger. It smelled sweet and milky. He had been with a few girls by now, but none had smelled so sweet.

"Please," Sandy said when he didn't budge. "You're so sweet to me. Let me return the favor."

Sam wasn't sure what she wanted him to do, but his instincts were to suck her finger into his mouth and lick the pussy juice from it. He followed his instincts.

Sandy groaned as he licked at her finger, finding the sensation very arousing. Sam's eyes were closed for a few moments as he savored her taste, and she had to force herself to keep from reaching down to grab his aching erection as it visibly throbbed in its confines. Sam's eyes opened and without a word, just a quick glance up at her face, he turned and left her room.

His saliva dripped from the end of her finger, and Sandy couldn't resist. She closed her door and hurried to her bed, where she pulled aside the leg of her loose running shorts and softly pressed her wet finger against her clit. Sam's spit felt so sexy against her nearly bare pussy, which she religiously shaved and trimmed. Her own fluids mixed with her brother's to form a wonderful sheen of lubrication for her to finger herself with. Imagining Sam stroking his big cock a few rooms down, Sandy rubbed herself to a wonderful orgasm that ended with a small stream of clear fluid squirting out onto her bed. She sank back onto her pillow, bathing in the afterglow of her climax. It was so powerful, she was surprised she had never thought of Sam before when she masturbated.

Lazily rubbing her pussy mound, bringing small electric pulses of orgasmic pleasure to her wet pussy, Sandy wondered how far she would be willing to go with Sam. Did he really want to fool around with her? Was it just plain wrong for them to be doing even this much? The timing was horrible, since the house would be full of people by tonight and they most likely wouldn't have a chance to be alone for at least a week. What about Lilith? Would she tell her best friend what had happened? The two of them shared everything, and had interacted sexually with each other on a few occasions. One of the reasons Sandy was so looking forward to seeing her was because they would always spend at least one night talking about sex and even masturbating together.

Just thinking about the last time they had done that made Sandy's pussy throb again, eager for another release. She was already masturbating quite effectively, she was surprised to realize. She had been lost in her own thoughts and her body had been acting almost on its own. This time, she inserted two fingers into her pussy and stretched her hole upwards, her other hand busy flicking her clit from side to side in small, frantic movements. Within a minute, she was softly crying out as her hips thrust upward and her body convulsed. With another more powerful spurt of clear fluid, Sandy orgasmed. She couldn't believe how good it felt, but she was making a bit of a mess on her bed. She had squirted on rare occasions before, but this time it had been powerful and she could really feel the hot burst of pleasure it gave her body.

Panting now, and sweating, she needed a shower more than ever. Every time she showered, it meant at least one orgasm with the shower head. She might not have the strength for it now, though.

**********

In his room, Sam barely got his shorts down around his knees before sitting back on his bed and stroking his dick. The taste of Sandy's pussy on his tongue was more than he could handle, and barely thirty seconds into it he was already cumming. Masturbating under normal circumstances, with porn or just a hot mental image, was usually a short session of stroking, cumming and cleaning up. This time, as the sperm was rising in his shaft and his warm cum spurted out of him, it just wasn't enough. While he shot his load out onto his stomach, his hand kept jerking even through his bliss, and a simple orgasm just wasn't enough. Something animalistic in him spurred him to keep going faster and harder.

With a sudden spark of intensity, he thrust his hips upwards and his hand clamped down on his shaft. His orgasm multiplied within itself, and his vision blurred as he had the real, final orgasm. His load had been minimal up to this point, but now he was firing streams of thick white sperm high into the air and all the way up to his neck. He groaned loudly, his teeth clenched together, still tasting his sister's pussy. He nearly strained his muscles as he came and came, finding hidden reserves somewhere to supply this endless need for cum that his body was demanding. Finally, with a final grunt, Sam finished his orgasm and he just lay there, panting.

He had never before experienced something this wonderful. Could it be like this every time with Sandy? He couldn't keep his mind from racing, thinking of all the possibilities of the two of them together. Surely she had to want it too, right? She had practically been here with him, after all. She knew he was doing, and she had encouraged him to do it. The only thing left now was for them to interact with each other. Sam couldn't wait to feel this good again...

**********

That night, the rest of the family arrived. Another aunt and uncle, and two more cousins. Sandy was thrilled to see Lilith run up to her and give her a big hug. Sam was more interested in seeing Beth, who looked better than ever. Once all of the greetings were exchanged and everyone brought their luggage into the house, the rooms were arranged. One set of parents would be in Sam's room, and another set of parents would be in Sandy's room. To her surprise, all of the cousins were being put in the basement. That wasn't a huge deal, it was a finished basement and there was a big screen TV down there and some couches and lots of room for sleeping bags. The only awkward part would be that Sam was the only boy. The two little ones, Betsy and William, were going to stay in their parents' room on the floor. So only the older kids would be together downstairs.

After a huge dinner, the whole family talked and laughed and were just thrilled to see each other. Sandy exchanged a few sheepish glances with Sam, but he tried his best to keep his eyes away from her. It was difficult though, since he was seeing her in a whole new light now. Sandy, strangely enough, didn't feel all that different now. She had always thought he was hot, and now she might be able to act on that feeling. They were still brother and sister, so nothing had really changed all that much.

Nearing midnight, the parents finally retired for the evening. The kids all changed into pajamas and took blankets and pillows downstairs. Sandy was hauling an armful of pillows when her father Steve stopped her. He touched her arm and brought his face next to her ear.

"Hey pumpkin," he whispered, "Be a good girl to Sam, ok? Don't you girls go teasing him too much."

Sandy smiled. "Ok, dad."

She trotted off into the basement to meet up with the rest of the kids.

It was very cozy down there, with carpeting and soft couches to relax on while watching TV. Sam was already sprawled out on one of them, the remote in his hand as he channel surfed. Beth and Lilith were spreading out their blankets and pillows. Sandy noticed how much the two sisters looked alike. Lilith was skinnier, like Sandy though maybe not as toned. She had dark hair, almost black, which was shorter than Beth's. Beth had lighter brown hair, pulled back in a long pony tail. Other than a few years and maybe a cup size, the two girls were very similar. Beth was more mature, though. She had more of a figure, with larger breasts and a nice round ass. Lilith was more girlish, and would probably fill out just like her sister.


Incestuous



"Do you think our parents can hear us down here?" Lilith asked.

"No way," Sandy said, then louder, "I mean, no fucking way!"

Lilith laughed. "You bitch, you'll get us all in trouble."

"No one upstairs can hear us, trust me," Sam said, not taking his eyes or much of his attention from the TV.

"That's good to know," Beth said, winking at Sandy.

All three girls were camped out on the floor, while Sam remained on the couch. They all watched TV with him for a few minutes, the two cousins probably tired from their trip. Or so Sandy thought.

"We should play a game," Beth said, propped up on her elbow.

"Like what?" Lilith asked excitedly.

Sam just rolled his eyes, knowing he wouldn't want any part of whatever they had planned. Sandy remembered what her father had said to her earlier.

"We have to include Sam if we're gonna play something," she said, much to his reluctance.

"Ok, fine," Beth replied, thinking it over. "I'm the oldest, so I should get to choose."

"Come on, Sam!" Lilith said. "Please play with us?"

Sandy wondered if the pure suggestiveness of Lilith's prying was what made Sam sigh and turn the TV off. He rolled off the couch and sat on the floor with the girls, all of them in a circle of sorts. Even sitting directly across from her, Sam didn't dare look Sandy in the eye. She wondered if he had regretted what had happened between them. She hoped not.

"What's the game, then?" Sandy asked.

Beth sat straight up, brushing her pony tail over her shoulder and eagerly putting her hands in her lap. She seemed more playful than Sandy ever remembered her. Even though she was 4-5 years older than the rest of them, she seemed quite content to be spending time with her sister and cousins. Sandy thought that was really neat, and uncommon in her experience. Usually older siblings tried to act superior or indifferent to the feelings of those younger than them. Sam was only a year older than her, so he hadn't really done that much. Sandy wagered he would be very attentive to her if she wanted him to be.

"How about..." Beth looked inquisitively at each of them, studying them to see what they would be up for. "...if we start off with truth or dare, but without the dare. Let's save that for later."

Sam laughed. "That's a game 12 year olds play. Are you serious?"

Beth looked mockingly offended. "I'll have you know that we still played it in college, thank you very much."

Lilith tried to stifle a giggle. "I've heard about some of those college games."

Beth slapped her shoulder. "Shush! I told you that in confidence."

Everyone laughed, but Beth was serious about playing. Sandy had actually never played this game before. The only person she ever would play it with was probably Lilith, and they skipped straight to the stuff most people were dared to do.

"Just to show that I'm not going to wuss out as the oldest," Beth said, "I will let you all ask me a question each."

"Wait, we all have to come up with a question?" Sandy asked. "I don't even know what I'd ask."

"Don't worry about it," Beth said. She crossed her legs in front of her, inadvertently hiking up the football jersey she was wearing as pajamas and showing her white panties to everyone. Sam noticed, but was good about not staring. Still, something about white panties against tanned skin made him hot inside.

"I'll go first," Lilith offered. "I already know so much about my big sister, so I'll have to just ask her the naughty secret stuff."

Beth pretended to be angry at her, but then bowed her head. "I graciously accept all questions, regardless of subject."

"Um..." Lilith tapped her chin. "How many hours total did you spend at college on your knees?"

Beth smacked Lilith hard on the arm, making everyone laugh out loud. Lilith rubbed her arm, but she was laughing too much to show any hurt.

"Ok, just kidding. I already know it was a lot." She giggled, and thought of a new question. "I got it! How old were you when you had your first orgasm?"

Sam was blushing by now, and Sandy couldn't keep from covering her mouth in embarrassment. These were sisters, after all!

Beth was true to her word, though. "14 years old."

Everyone's eyes widened.

"Oh my god, really?" Sandy blurted.

"It was the first time I tried masturbation," Beth answered. "I was damn well gonna figure out how to do it right the first time!"

Lilith was rolling on her back with laughter. Sam was a bit too aroused by this, though, and he just smiled sheepishly. Sandy could see how uncomfortable he was, so she tried to help him out.

"I'll go next," she offered. "What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done in front of someone?"

Beth thought carefully. "Hmm, well I've peed while someone watched me."

"You peed your pants?" Sam asked in disbelief.

Beth gave him a sly glance. "I didn't say it was on accident."

Everyone was silent for a moment, and Lilith was the first to speak.

"You did that for a guy, you mean?"

Beth nodded. Sam shifted his sweat pants not two seconds later, as the mental image sank in. Beth was freaky!

"Your turn, Sam," Beth said.

Sam coughed nervously. "I have no idea what to ask."

Beth smiled seductively at him. "The subject is, apparently, sex. Think of something."

Sam propped his knees up to hide his tent. "Ok, fine. What's the craziest thing you ever did?"

Lilith leaned forward on her elbows, excitedly listening to her big sister spill the beans about all the stuff she wanted to know about college life. Sandy was equally as interested.

"Ok, fine. I'll tell you all what happened the night before graduation." Beth paused and eyed each one of them. "But you all have to do something for me first."

"I thought we weren't doing the dare part?" Sandy asked.

"This isn't a dare, it's a requirement for the truth game to keep going. You want me to reveal my secrets? Then you have to reveal yours to me."

None of them knew what she was referring to, but to their shock, Beth reached down to her waist and pulled her jersey up and over her head. Sandy's mouth hung open in shock as she stared at her older cousin's bare chest, whereupon sat a very cute pair of firm C cups. She ignored Sam's equally shocked, albeit aroused, expression and Lilith's strangely happy one.

"Yay!" Lilith said. "Naked time."

Beth enjoyed Sam's reaction. "You've never seen a pair before?"

Sam shook his head. "I mean, yeah of course. But I can't believe you're showing them to us."

"Come on, guys." Beth looked seriously at them all, for the first time since the game started. "This is my last hurrah before starting my internship. I want to have fun on this trip. Nothing but fun the whole week."

Lilith was hilariously trying, somehow in vain, to get her oversized t-shirt off. She had it caught around her neck, but eventually her small tits came into view. Sandy had seen them many times before, but she was still surprised at how open these two were being.

"I agree," Lilith said, her hair a mess now.

"You want us to all be naked?" Sam asked. "Is that what you mean?"

Beth shrugged, making her tits jiggle just slightly. They were perfectly firm and round.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. But we could all have some real fun this week if we just agree to be totally open with each other. No hiding anything, no lying, no secrets. It'll be our pact for the week."

Sandy felt her own t-shirt itching against her skin suddenly, the thought of being as open with Beth as she was with Lilith, and had started to be with Sam. She hooked her thumb under her shirt and hesitated.

"You won't judge us or tell anyone what happens?" Sandy asked her topless older cousin.

Beth smiled lovingly at her. "Do I have to prove how serious I am? I'll take the panties off too."

Sam rubbed his eyes. "I can't believe this is happening."

Beth leaned closed to him and nudged her shoulder against his. "See? It's not so bad having to hang around your older cousin, is it?"

"Come on, Sam!" Lilith said, fidgeting in just her blue panties. "We'll do lots of naughty things to you..."

Sandy smiled and finished pulling her t-shirt off. Everyone stared in approval, even Sam, at her awesome body. No one could deny she was hot, with her tight abs and perfect tan. Following suit, Sam pulled his shirt off. Of course, it wasn't quite the same as the girls doing it, but he still had three appreciative looks from them as they saw his muscular chest and arms.

"Wow, you're pretty hunky," Beth said, keeping cool and calm under these odd circumstances. "You're not a virgin, right?"

Sam was caught off guard by the question, but managed to shake his head.

Beth nodded. "Good. Then it's two against two."

"Hey!" Lilith protested. She always hated when her big sister held her sexual experience over her.

"Oh, be quiet, Lil," Beth said. "Before the night is over, you might finally grow up."

Sandy wondered what that meant, exactly. Was Beth planning for sexual activity between the four of them? Her pussy instantly moistened at the thought of them all fooling around.

"Maybe Sandy and I aren't technically virgins either," Lilith said proudly.

Sandy shot a look at her cousin, hoping she would keep her mouth shut. Of course at this point, did it really matter if Lilith let slip that they had experimented with each other before?

"Whoa," Sam said, finally taking his eyes off Beth's gorgeous rack. "You two?"

Sandy blushed, despite the fact that she was already practically naked in front of them all.

"Messing around as kids doesn't count," Beth said, not acting surprised at all. "Even Lilith and I have done that."

Now it was Lilith's turn to be embarrassed, and she glanced nervously at Sandy, hoping she wasn't mad. Sandy didn't know how to feel. The two of them had always confided in each other. Only Lilith knew about Sandy's recurring wet dreams with the multiple orgasms, and even her mild crush on her brother. But Lilith had never said anything about Beth before.

"Sandy, don't be upset." Beth smiled at her. "We've all done stuff with different people. Haven't you and Sam ever fooled around? Even a little?"

Sam choked on his own breath, coughing his surprise out. "Hey now, where exactly is this going?"

Beth smiled, and answered by slowly extending her legs out in front of her and gently tugging her white panties down her hips.

"Where do you want it to go?" she asked.

Sandy found herself drooling at the thought of seeing Beth naked, a feeling she wasn't prepared for. But she couldn't deny the tingling in her belly, and the dampness in her underwear.

"Wait," Lilith said. "Let's all get naked together, ok?"

Beth nodded, though she was eyeing Sam mostly. "On the count of three then."

Each of them looked nervously at the other, and the girls would certainly all be looking at Sam once his pants came off. Still, he was so fucking horny at this point that he would do whatever his hot cousin wanted him to do. If it ended with him cumming, then that was perfectly alright with him.

"One...two..." Beth led the count, each of them ready to strip their panties off and Sam ready to drop his sweatpants.

"Three!"

In a muddled burst of energy, panties flew up in the air and there were four thuds as their bare butts all hit the floor. For a few seconds, the thrill of being naked in front of each other was clouding the reality that what they were doing was totally sexual. Once the thrill died down for a moment, silence followed as Sandy saw Lilith and Beth both staring at Sam. She followed their eyes, and gasped.

Sam sat there naked, his erection proudly at full mast, and there was nothing he could do to hide it. So he sank back onto his elbows and let the girls have a look at his body. He knew how girls reacted to seeing his big cock. It didn't matter if they were related to him, he never grew tired of that reaction.

"Holy fucking shit, Sam!" Beth exclaimed.

"My god," Lilith whispered. "How big is that thing?"

Sandy just stared, though eventually her eyes met Sam's. There was still a strange connection between those two, after that morning. Sandy felt instantly regretful at what she had been missing all this time. She wouldn't pass up any more opportunities. 

"Bigger than any I've had in me," Beth breathed, her arousal clear in her voice. "Well, I think so, anyway."

"Why don't you get closer and be sure?" Lilith teased, though she actually longed to see it closer for herself.

"Sam?" Beth's eyes were locked on his now that he had torn them away from Sandy. "You have to want this, otherwise I'm not-"

Sam nodded his head. "I want it."

Beth looked around at the other two girls. "You guys too?"

Lilith didn't need to nod, it was obvious she was horny as hell. Sandy was hesitant, though. She secretly longed for Sam's body, but in front of her cousins? Her throbbing pussy wasn't helping her judgment any.

"Come on, girls," Beth insisted. "Do you want to lose your virginities or not?"

Lilith clapped her hands and squealed. "Really? Oh, Sammie, I would do love to have you inside me!"

Sam's dick twitched, the thought of fucking all these beauties a bit too much for him.

"I...there's no way I can last that long. I'm about to cum right now."

Beth smiled. "He's right, girls."

Lilith frowned, afraid that her fun would be spoiled.

Beth crawled forward and put her hands on Sam's thighs. "If he's gonna last long enough to pop your cherries, he'd gonna need to let one go first."

Sam groaned, knowing that he was about to actually do what he would only fantasize about. Before her face even descended to his crotch, he knew Beth was going to suck his dick. He felt his balls already start to tighten.

"Oh god, I don't know if I can stand it," he sighed, trying to hold it in.

Beth's hot breath on his twitching boner wasn't helping either. "You want that, Sammie? You want to cum in my mouth?"

Sam clenched his eyes shut, forcing his body to calm down. His legs were starting to quiver under Beth's hands. He wasn't a virgin, by any means. He had been truthful in telling her that. But this was a whole new experience, and he might as well have been one.

Beth's lips closed over his head, and Sam groaned loudly as he felt her tongue begin to slowly swirl along the underside of his shaft. Lilith was watching with intensity, fascinated at the display her sister was putting on. She planned on learning a lot from her big sister tonight. Sandy watched as well, but she was overwhelmed with desire to be the one doing what Beth was doing. How many times had she masturbated thinking about doing exactly this to him?

Sam's eyes finally popped open, and he looked right at Sandy. Her expression reflected her deep longing, and her eyes were almost pleading with him. He returned the look, and then gave in to the intense wave of pleasure that Beth's skilled mouth was giving him. She must have sucked a lot of dick in college.

"Oh my god!" he cried out, and thrust his hips upwards into Beth's face.

"Oh yeah!" Lilith said, cheering from the sidelines. Her hand snaked across the floor and she grasped Sandy's fingers excitedly.

Sandy watched as Beth smiled up at Sam with her mouth full of his penis, and her eyes closed sensually and she groaned herself as his cock began spewing semen into her throat. She sucked hard on him, milking his cum from his balls. There was no hesitation or reluctance on her part, she was completely giving her mouth to him, her 19 year old cousin. In front of her own sister and his as well.

Sam shivered as Beth held on for the ride, letting him shoot everything he had into her mouth, and then resuming her suck job. Without a word, they all watched as Beth sucked on his penis even more, enjoying the taste of his sperm and the pleasure she was giving him. She reached a hand down to her crotch and began rubbing herself. Sandy's eyes glazed over at the obscene show.

"How did that feel, Sam?" Lilith asked.

Sam just sighed deeply, raggedly. "It was amazing. It still is."

Beth purred in his lap, impaling her throat on his dick until she felt his balls against her chin. Sam grunted, and she swore she felt a weak stream of cum leave his cock. His penis tasted sweet to her, much better than the college guys she usually sucked off. Sam's cock was better than any of theirs.

"Come on, girls," Beth said finally, strings of saliva and sperm trailing from her lips to Sam's dick head. "Do it with me."

Lilith quickly obeyed, and began masturbating. She motioned for Sandy to do so as well, but she was very shy suddenly.

"Lil, show Sandy what you like to do when you're feeling especially naughty," Beth encouraged.

Lilith smiled at her cousin, and got on her hands and knees. Propping herself with one hand, she reached the other back and gently began drifting the fingertip of her middle finger up and down her crack. She purred to herself as she enjoyed the naughty feelings that her ass gave her.

"You want to try it with me, Sandy?" Lilith said.

Sam was eagerly watching Sandy, mostly, as Beth's mouth returned to his cock. He stroked Beth's hair softly, but he was watching Sandy carefully. Sandy wanted to make her brother happy, and found a thrill finally in performing for her audience. Everyone else was doing it, she might as well join in.

"Ok, I'll masturbate." She kicked her feet out from under her and spread her legs wide.

Sam's mouth watered as he saw his sister's pussy for the first time. He could see why it had tasted so good earlier. She had the softest, smoothest pussy he had ever seen. She had a nice strip of short hair above her clit, but her pussy lips were nice and big for someone so petite. Sandy smiled shyly at him while her fingers began to explore her pussy.

"Oh god, Sandy," Lilith said, turning her head to watch her cousin get off. "I forgot how nice your pussy was."

Sandy's eyes closed as she gave in to the wonderful feelings her body was giving her. Beth watched eagerly as well, finally pulling away from Sam's cock after it had retained its stiffness. Sam was shocked yet again when she climbed on top of him and sat herself down on his lap. Their faces were inches apart, and her breathing was really turning him on. She guided his cock to her steaming entrance, and gently slipped him inside of her.

"You're fucking?" Lilith said, her attention turned away from Sandy. "Oh my god! Beth!"

Beth ignored her little sister, and softly set herself down onto Sam until their bodies met. She rested on him, feeling him twitch inside of her hot pussy.

"I couldn't help myself, he tasted too good."

Sandy's fingers sped up as she watched her brother fuck her cousin. He had just cum, but he had still been rock hard. Maybe she would have a chance with him tonight after all!

"Tell me something secret," Beth said to Sam, rocking her pussy into him. "I want to hear you reveal something to us."

Sam was pretty hazy by this point, having just cum and now already fucking this hot girl. But there was nothing to hide anymore. What they were doing was wrong enough, so there wasn't anything that he should feel guilty about now.

"I..." Beth's pussy gripped him right as he tried to speak, and the breath was taken out of him for a moment. Her tits in his face made him thrust sharply upwards into her. "I tasted Sandy's pussy on her finger."

Sandy's fingers were a blur now, rubbing her clit furiously. Hearing Sam reveal something so forbidden was too sensuous for her to handle, and instead of being embarrassed, the revelation made her intensely horny and she could feel her pussy contracting.  

"Yes..." she hissed. "I fingered myself and let him taste, so he could jerk off thinking about me."

Lilith's gentle drifting fingers turned to focused probing, and she was openly spreading her cheeks and touching her asshole. Beth kept her pace fucking Sam, but her smile said that she enjoyed hearing his revelation.




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"Good," she breathed. "Good boy! Secrets make this all the more enjoyable, don't they?"

Sam just nodded his head, concentrating on the feel of her smooth pussy dragging along his shaft.

"It's my turn now," Beth said, still fucking Sam but slowing down a bit. "Lilith and I ate each other's pussies when we were younger."

Lilith squealed in delight, remembering how good her sister was at licking her clit. She was so close to cumming, she couldn't even speak.

"How young?" Sandy asked, actually interested in knowing but also incredibly aroused by the thought.

"Too young," Beth said. "Before you and her."

Sandy felt better knowing that, actually. Not that they had any real sexual relationship, at least until this point. But now it wasn't like she was doing something behind Sandy's back. Sandy wanted to be completely open now, just as her brother had been, and as Beth and Lilith were being.

"I've been dying to fuck Sam for years now," she blurted.

Sam's eyes shot over to her, though Beth was still riding him. Beth smiled, and stopped moving on him.

"You should get to do that, right now," Beth said. She glanced down at Sam. "That ok, stud?"

Sam just nodded, the thought of fucking Sandy sending a new pulse of pleasure through his groin as Beth slid off of him. Sandy cautiously approached her brother, eyeing his big dick. She wanted to feel it so bad inside of her, she didn't care how bad it hurt the first time.

"Do it, Sandy!" Lilith said, right as she started to cum. "Oh god! Fuck Sammie!"

Beth sat next to her sister and gently stroked her back while she climaxed. Lilith came down from her high and laid her head in her big sister's lap. She closed her eyes for a moment, loving the warm feelings that were in this room right now.

Sam licked his lips as Sandy came over to him, her naked body looking delicious. Her pussy smelled sweet even from a few feet away. Beth's cream was all over his dick, a fact that Lilith didn't want to miss out on.

"Wait!" she said, startling everyone. She crawled over to where Sam and Sandy were. "I get a taste before this happens."

Lilith didn't hesitate to suck Sam's cock right into her mouth, savoring the taste of her sister's pussy. She had never sucked a dick before, but this wasn't about giving pleasure to Sam. She wanted to be able to say she had licked pussy juice that wasn't her own off a penis at least once in her young life.

"Ok, Sandy," she said, satisfied. "Fuck your bro good."

Sandy smiled, and leaned forward to kiss Lilith on the mouth. They shared a deep, wet kiss that included the sharing of Beth's cum. But Sandy was ready to fuck now. She needed to. Sam felt the same way.

Sandy sat on Sam's lap, his big cock sprouting up between their stomachs. It was as if the two of them were alone in the room now. Their eyes met, and Sandy's hand gently touched Sam's penis. Fluid from the tip leaked out onto her belly button where it was resting. She smiled at him, enjoying this closeness.

"Are you going to fuck me, big brother?" she asked seductively.

Sam groaned, feeling her hand squeeze his cock. "Please, let me."

Sandy lifted herself just a bit, positioning his penis at the steaming hole of her pussy, and very carefully began to slide down his pole. He was stretching her little virgin slit immensely, making it hard to completely enjoy the moment. But Sandy's determination stuck, and she bottomed out finally on his pubic hair. Finally, they kissed.

They didn't even hear the slurping sounds behind her, as Beth and Lilith 69'ed right next to them. They were totally focused on each other, on the thickness of Sam's penis, and on the slick friction of Sandy's pussy as it slid up and down on him. Fucking Beth had helped him get ready to cum again, and Sandy's tight pussy that he was claiming before any other man ensured that he would be filling her sweet little hole with his cum any minute.

"Fuck me, Sam," she whispered into his mouth. "Cum inside of me."

"Oh god, Sandy..."

"I've wanted this for so long," she purred. "You have no idea. I masturbate every night thinking about you."

Sam sped up his pace, spurred on by her words. "I've wanted you too. I've never cum so hard as when I've jerking off thinking about you."

"You can have my pussy any time you want it, Sammie," she said, her voice reaching that shrill peak of orgasm. "My pussy, my mouth...even my ass, baby. Anything you want!"

Sam cried out, his balls aching to release another load. Their eyes met as they both reached their crescendo, and Sandy's pussy exploded around Sam's spewing cock. They both grunted and groaned together, sweat from their stomachs mingling and saliva trailing between their lips. Sandy's pussy eagerly accepted Sam's generous load, throbbing and convulsing around his shaft to coax out everything he had. Sam held onto Sandy's hips as he fired away inside of her.

After, when their focus expanded and they remembered their cousins, Sandy turned to see the two of them still in the 69 position, but completely focused on the show. She blushed, but held brother tightly in her vagina.

"Fucking wow!" Lilith said, fluid dripping down her mouth.

"Congratulations," Beth said proudly. "Day one is over, six more to go."

Sam sucked on Sandy's tits as he continued to twitch inside her tight pussy. Sandy breathed in relief, mewing as her brother fed at her breasts. She squeezed his cock tight inside of her body, holding him there and keeping their bodies locked together.

"I love you, Sam."

**********

"Hey you guys, check it out!" Lilith whispered.

Sam and Beth both turned their heads for a second when Beth's little sister called to them, pausing in mid-fuck. Sam was on top of Beth, having been fucking his cousin for the last five minutes. They had all fallen asleep not long ago, but he awoke some time later with a raging hard-on. He had started feeling up her sleeping body, and when she stirred awake and smiled at him, he had wordlessly stripped off her pajamas and went about eating her vigorously.

The fuck session earlier had started a fire in him that had begun with his sexual feelings toward his sister. But their adventurous older cousin Beth had taken things farther until he had committed incest with Sandy, his younger sibling. Sandy was sleeping still, but Lilith was sitting near her, fascinated by something. Sam pulled his cock reluctantly from Beth's tight pussy, her fluids dripping from it, and crawled over to his younger cousin.

"What is it?" he whispered.

But it didn't take long for him to notice what Lilith was fascinated by. Sandy was asleep for sure, but she was dreaming and making sounds. Beth joined them, her naked breasts pushing against Lilith's arm as she squeezed in for a look. Sandy's body was twitching, and her hips were softly thrusting into the air underneath her sleeping bag. Lilith carefully peeling it back, exposing her naked body underneath a hiked up t-shirt. She had put Sam's shirt on after their passionate sex, a gesture he had found sexy.

Sandy moaned softly, little muffled cries of pleasure escaping her mouth. She was having an erotic dream.

"I've never seen someone be so into it," Lilith said, her eyes locked onto Sandy's tight stomach quivering and her shaved pussy contracting.

"Is she cumming?" Beth asked.

"Wow, I think so," Sam responded, his aching cock throbbing.

Sandy cried out, still in her sleep, and her pussy oozed out thick fluid followed by a squirt of clear pussy juice. She was squirting in her sleep!

"Holy shit," Lilith said, enthralled by what was happening. "She really cums when she has a wet dream."

"She's still cumming, look!" Beth pointed her her cousin's pussy, still contracting and squeezing at an invisible penis.

"God, I just wanna fuck her," Sam said, spreading her legs and kneeling between them.

"Don't wake her up," Beth said, not at all disappointed that they hadn't finished fucking. "Be gentle."

"I want to stick it in her butt."

Lilith gasped, being somewhat of an anal lover. She was still a virgin, of course. But she always played with her butt when she masturbated.

"That is so hot," she replied, openly rubbing her pussy in front of them. "Beth's right, try to do it without waking her."

"That's gonna be kind of hard," Beth said, her mouth watering at the sight of her little sister's pussy that she had licked and sucked years ago.

"She offered her ass to me," Sam said, gently pushing her legs apart and positioning the tip of his penis at his sister's cute little ass. "I just wanna take her up on it."

"Lilith," Beth commanded, startling her sister. "Bend over, I wanna lick your ass while Sam fucks her."

Lilith was thrilled, and totally shocked that her sister would say something so obscene. They hadn't fooled around like this in a long time, but she longed to do it again. She complied, getting on her knees and reaching back to spread her butt for her sister. This was so dirty, she loved it!

Sam groaned, only spurred on by his cousins messing around next to them. But he had to focus on Sandy's butt. He gently pushed his cock up against her tight pucker. He was covered in Beth's pussy juice still, but her ass would need some help. He scooted back a bit and leaned down to lick her pussy first, loving how sweet it tasted. Then he drifted lower and licked from her pussy to her taint, then down to her butthole and back again, before finally just diving into her ass.

Sandy remained asleep, somehow, but her moaning increased as her brother ate her asshole. It was difficult since she was on her back, so Sam cautiously rolled her over to her side so he could get better access. With her butt facing him now, he resumed licking it. His tongue dragged sexily along her crack, finding her little pink anus and slobbering all over it. She came again, leaking pussy juice down the back of her thigh. After a lot of lickinng and sucking and kissing, Sam was ready to stick it in her.

Lilith and Beth were busy with their own horny act, Beth eating her little sister's ass just like Sam. Lilith purred and moaned while her big sister ate her butthole out. Beth was really into it too, going from her ass down to her pussy and back. After a minute of just tongue, she finally inserted a finger into Lilith's ass. Lilith yelped, and a stream of pussy juice trickled down her leg as she came intensely.

"Oh god, Beth!" she cried out. "Fuck my ass!"

Beth smiled, digging her knuckles deep into Lilith's butt. "I bet I know someone who will."

Sam smiled at them, overhearing their horniness but still busy trying to position himself so he could get inside his sister.

"Sam," Beth interrupted. "Come try it on Lilith first, so you know what it's like."

Sam paused his positioning and thought about it. He felt ready to bust a nut already, so if he wanted it to last with Sandy, he should get off first. He hadn't really thought much about fucking Lilith, but seeing Beth eat her out was starting to get to him. He wanted to feel and taste her tight little body.

He carefully moved away from Sandy, letting her return to her erotic dream peacefully, and his eyes locked on Lilith's ass. She eyed him nervously, this being the first time she would have a cock inside of her body. Sam kneeled behind her and immediately aimed his cock at her butt.

"Just be careful," Beth warned.

"No," Lilith protested. "I like it rough. Don't hold back."

Sam glanced to Beth for approval, and she just shrugged. Sam touched the tip of his dick to Lilith's tight ass, and pressed against it. Beth's saliva and Lilith's own juices were lubricating her nicely, and his penis slid right into her asshole about an inch. Lilith grunted, extremely aroused but also nervous for her first time with a boy. Sam couldn't help himself, though, and he thrust into her sharply, his hips bucking involuntarily when he felt her hot sphincter gripping his dick.

"Oh god!" Lilith cried, feeling his hips touch hers. He had buried himself already. Her years of anal play had at least made this more pleasurable than it might have been.

"You ok, sweetie?" Beth asked, stroking her little sister's hair.

Lilith nodded. "Yes, god yes! I love it!"

Sam started sliding back out, her ass dragging filthily along his cock. The whole thing was so perverted, fucking his cousin in the butt, that he couldn't hold back from cumming. He buried himself again and grunted, shooting sperm up into Lilith's bowels. They both came together, Lilith really getting off on feeling him spray her insides. She wondered if it felt this good or better in her pussy. Sam kept himself buried until he had finished unloading into her, and then pulled out. His cum trailed out of Lilith's abused little ass, but she just purred.

"Ok, Sam," Beth said, eager to see him fuck his sleeping sister. "Sandy needs to be awakened by you inside of her."

He just smiled, absently stroking his wet boner and keeping himself hard. He wouldn't need to though, since the sight of his naked sister would only make him hornier. He went back to Sandy, and got into position behind her. He ate her asshole for a bit more, getting her nice and wet, and then touched his dick to her butt. He spread one cheek apart with his free hand, and aimed his cock with the other. The smell of wet skin and Lilith's ass on him drove him crazy, and he needed to fuck Sandy bad.

Slowly, so as not to wake her, he gently opened up her butthole with his penis. Sliding a half-inch at a time, he took advantage of her relaxed state. Her ass was tight, unbelievably so, but it didn't refuse his invasion. Sandy didn't wake up until he was halfway inside of her.

"Sam?" she stirred, finding her dream and reality to be very similar. She had been dreaming about fucking Sam, and it had been wonderful. She had cum many times, and now she wondered how much was real or actually a dream.

"Just relax baby," he said to his sister. "The hard part is done, now you just need to hold still."

She could feel him in her ass now, and his words started to make sense. Her brother was fucking her ass while she was asleep! He was raping her unconscious body, and yet her pussy was on fire thinking about it. Why did that turn her on so much?

Sam groaned loudly as he slid another inch, her asshole clamping down on him when her body began to respond more. She grunted, feeling his cock up inside of her. It was an odd feeling, unlike when he was in her pussy. It felt naughty and dirty, and yet the way her butt responded to the intrusion was so different than she would expect. Each of his thrusts rippled a wave of pleasure upwards into her body, the whole thing feeling him fuck her instead of just her cunt. It was amazing, really, considering how unnatural the act was. She could tell they would be doing this a lot.

"Take it, baby," Beth said, masturbating with Lilith while they watched their cousins pork.

Sandy loved being watched, especially doing something so bad with her brother. She fingered her pussy while Sam busied himself with her butt, but it was hard in the position she was in, being on her side like this. She flipped her leg over and went back to laying on her back. Now Sam could still fuck her, and stare at her naughty bits while she played with them. They both began panting and grunting like animals. Lilith and Beth traded orgasms, one climaxing then the next. They didn't stop until the ass fucking was over.

Sam watched Sandy bring her pussy off, squirting all over the both of them, and finally couldn't take it. He slid all the way into her asshole and ground his hips against her, letting her tight butt milk his cum. He squirted hard into her, somehow finding more cum to give to her. This was the fourth time already since the evening began. Sandy was lost in orgasmic bliss, still squirting her own load all over her brother. Her stream was hot dripping down his stomach to his crotch. The smell of sex would be hard to get out of this basement, especially if they continued doing this for the whole week.

Pulling out of her ass, Sam sat back and took in the sight of his well-fucked sister. Her butthole looked especially delicious, gaping a bit from his thick cock stretching her open. Sandy came down finally from her climax and gently played with herself, feeling how open her ass was and loving it.

"Sammie," she breathed, smiling dreamily at him. "We have to keep doing that."

He sighed, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Don't worry, I didn't get anywhere near my fill of that."

Lilith and Beth were just watching now, having cum multiple times each. The four of them were all exhausted now, but all very satisfied.

"You guys," Beth said, "we have to get some sleep. But seriously, this is going to be the best week ever."

"How are we gonna keep our hands off of each other around everyone else?" Lilith asked.

"Don't blow this, Lil," Beth said sternly. "No one can know we're fucking. Seriously, it would devastate everyone. They wouldn't understand."

"I still can't believe we're doing this," Sam said. "It's like a dream."

Lilith absently stroked her ass, freshly fucked by Sam. "I never want to wake up."

**********

The four of them finally drifted off to sleep, the girls staying naked even though at any time someone could come downstairs to wake them up or check on them. When Sam awoke first, he stayed sprawled out on one of the sofas and just stared at the three girls. Each had their own special traits, that he found irresistible. Sandy, of course, had a killer body with abs and a soft tan. Lilith had a similar frame, skinny and small tits, but her ass was almost as good as Sandy's had been. Beth was a bit more mature, and had more curves than the other two. Her tits were bigger too, and Sam pondered if he could sneak a titty fuck before someone came downstairs. He decided to jerk off while he thought about it.

Beth stirred next, sleepily looking around as if she couldn't remember where she was. She saw Sam masturbating, and smiled.

"Hey stud," she yawned. "Didn't you get enough yet?"

"No way," he replied, but Beth was already crawling over to him.

"I thought you just had the hots for your sister, I hope you don't mind if I take some for myself."

Beth took Sam's penis right out of his hand and started stroking it for him. Sam groaned, hoping he could cum before anyone else woke up.

"I need you to get really horny for me," he said. "Can you lick my ass?"

Beth looked up at him deviously. "Ok, just for you."

She kept beating his meat, blowing him for a few seconds to get it nice and wet, and he spread his legs as her mouth licked down his shaft to his balls and still further. He tilted his head back as Beth's sweet tongue danced around his asshole, and finally pressed firm against it. She literally sucked at his asshole, her nose burying into his balls. He loved it, and was surprised more guys didn't talk about having this done. All of his friends would probably think it was gay, but they were missing out. 

Beth kept at it like a good girl, until Sam finally grunted and his cock stiffened. Her mouth left his ass and locked onto his dick, sucking the shaft as deep as she could take it as he began spewing hot cum down her throat. He thrust up into her face, holding her head with his hands as he fired away, blissfully into his cousin's eager mouth. Beth swallowed everything, sucking what was left in him. Finally, he relaxed and just stroked her hair while she continued to blow him.

"You're pretty dirty, huh?" he finally said.

Beth withdrew from his dick. "I can get really horny sometimes, and I just crave naughty things."

"I would never even ask a girl to lick my ass, before last night."

Beth smiled. "Well, most people think anal is gross. Did your sister's ass taste gross? Or Lilith's ass?"

Sam shook his head. "No, it just tasted like skin. It was kinda sexy actually."




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Beth bent down again and gave Sam's ass a firm, powerful lick, sending shivers up his spine.

"I'm very open-minded," she said, her hot breath on his balls.

Sam sighed contentedly. Beth reached for her t-shirt and covered herself, throwing Lilith's shirt over to her.

"I just can't imagine not wanting to be with you, all of you," Sam said, watching her get dressed. "I mean, how am I ever gonna have a girlfriend when I can fuck Sandy?"

Beth shrugged. "Well, eventually you'll both probably want to see other people. But that doesn't mean you can't fuck. Incest is different than cheating. It's such a powerful secret that you can't tell anyone except the people involved. But if you happen to find a wife that is open to it, maybe even likes it, then that would be a bonus."

"So, you'd fuck me even if you got married?" Sam asked.

Beth thought about it. "I guess so, I mean, I don't see why not. As long as we both wanted it."

Sandy was awake for the tail end of their conversation, stretching underneath her sleeping bag.

"Both wanted what?" she asked.

"Sex," Beth replied. "Sam here thinks you won't be enough for him, and he wants to see me too once in a while."

Sam laughed. "I never said, not enough. It's just fucking hot, what we did. I don't want it to stop."

Sandy put her t-shirt on and crept sexily over to her brother. "Beth may have better tits than me, but I don't want you thinking that I'm giving you up so easily."

Sam grabbed her breasts and squeezed softly through her shirt. "I love your tits. And your ass."

Sandy wanted to be bold and reached down below Sam's dick and meant to touch his asshole to shock him, but found that it was already wet with saliva. She glanced to Beth, who smiled sheepishly.

"You've already been playing," Sandy smiled. "No fair."

"I don't think Sam's gonna be much help if you're horny for dick," Beth said. "But Lil would probably lick you everywhere."

Lilith was snoring soundly in her sleeping bag.

"Later, maybe." Sandy fingered Sam's asshole for a moment, and then threw him his boxers and shirt. "We should plan something fun for today, besides crazy sex."

Sam agreed. "Yeah, let's go out and do something."

"First, breakfast," Beth said. "I'm starving!"

**********

The day was eventful for the whole family, besides all of the sex between the cousins. Sam found it hard to look at his sister or his two cousins without picturing them wrapped around his cock. But they all managed to hide their new relationship from everyone else. Sandy and Lilith were inseparable as usual, and he had to fight to keep his distance from Beth.

But after a nice long dinner, and when all of the adults were exhausted, the kids all made their way down to the basement to spend the rest of the evening. Sam was the last one down there, the others practically racing. He was already hard as a rock by the time he collapsed on the couch. The girls were all in front of the television, but they were obviously just waiting for him.

"I have a fun idea," Beth said.

Everyone intently listened.

"Lil wants to lose her cherry tonight," she said matter-of-factly. Sam blushed a bit, his eyes darting to Lilith. Lilith seemed embarrassed, but smiled back at him.

"I think he's down for that," Sandy said, laughing at her brother's reaction.

"I think Sandy should get Lil ready," Beth continued, "and I'll see to it that this guy's cock is ready."

Sandy threw herself at her cousin, the two of them immediately a frantic mess of kissing and groping. They were naked in less than a minute. Beth hungrily eyed Sam's cock through his boxers, noting that he didn't need any help to get ready. Still, she had been waiting to suck that beautiful penis all day.

Sam remained still, enjoying the show of his older cousin sauntering over to him and kneeling between his legs, her fingernails dragging down his thighs to his knees as she got into position to suck him off. She gently opened the fly of his boxers, letting him spring free into her face. She ran his warm dick along her cheeks and face in a naughty, almost obscene display of horniness. Sam couldn't stifle a groan as her tongue snaked out and caught his head, trailing softly down to his balls where Beth sucked for just a moment, teasing him.

"Lil's pussy is really tight," Beth said quietly so only he could hear, his cock slapping her face. "Do you wanna let one go first?"

Sam only nodded. Beth smiled in gratitude, and began to lovingly suck on his penis. She bobbed gently up and down, her lips and tongue exquisitely working on him. Her hands roamed up and down his thighs, and at times she was able to bury him all the way down her throat until her face was touching his belly. Sam grunted, thrusting just a bit involuntarily. This girl could give head!

Sandy and Lilith were in a frenzy, but Sandy took charge and pinned Lilith down so she could suck her pussy. Holding Lilith's legs apart, Sandy licked at her pink gash over and over, driving her cousin crazy with pleasure. She sucked on Lilith's clit, making pussy juice ooze all over her face. Lilith couldn't hold back her climax, especially when Sandy suddenly tongued down to her asshole and invaded her tight pucker. Lilith's breath escaped her when her orgasm reached its peak, holding her there on top of a cloud so long she almost passed out.

Beth could tell Lilith was already cumming, and she wanted her sister to have this stud soon. She looked up at Sam and met his gaze.

"Can you cum right now?" she asked.

Sam nodded.

Beth worked his cock with her hand, spreading her saliva and stroking him harder, squeezing and twisting her grip around his shaft. Sam moaned loudly, feeling the cum rise in his loins. He expected Beth to let him cum all over himself, or maybe suck him while he shot down her throat. Instead, she opened her mouth wide and tilted her head back slightly, letting his sperm shoot out all over her face. Sam had never cum on a girl's face before, but he loved it! Beth stroked him slower, coaxing out each blast of semen as it tagged her forehead, then her cheek, then her chin. Drips of hot white load dribbled into her mouth as she finished masturbating him.

"God, that was so good!" Sam exclaimed.

Beth just smiled, lovingly kissing his cock head and licking the sperm from the tip. "Ready to fuck my little sister?"

He stood, his cock still hard as a rock. Sandy let Lilith go from under her, and instead made her way to Beth. To Beth's surprise, and delight, Sandy began licking her brother's cum from her face, sucking it all down and swallowing it. The filthy act ended with the two of them kissing violently, sucking at each others' tongues and mouths.

Sam let Lilith get into position. She apparently wanted doggie style, as she propped herself up on her hands and knees, and looked back at him with pleading anticipation in her eyes.

"You can finger my ass if you want," she said, "I really like that."

Sam wet his fingers in his mouth and touched her pussy, splitting it open and rubbing her hole. Lilith groaned, her legs trembling already. She was going to lose her virginity to her hot cousin! She was so excited.

Sam bent forward to give Lilith's asshole a lick and a kiss, making her shiver. Then he positioned his thick cock at her entrance, and very gently eased into her. Apparently she and Beth must have played around a lot, because her pussy didn't tense up like all the virgins other he'd fucked. She was incredibly tight, but there was no resistance to his invasion. His dick slid right up into her, tearing through whatever virginity she had once possessed and claiming her first pussy fuck for himself. Lilith bit her lip, actually getting off on the slight discomfort of her first penis. The act was so raw, so brutal, she felt like an animal in heat.

Fortunately for him, Sam felt like he could last all night now. Beth had the right idea, getting him off first. Lilith's tight little hole accepted him and responded to him wonderfully. They fucked and fucked, changing positions and returning to doggie style so he could stick his finger in her butt while he pounded away at her tight little body. The two of them were too caught up in their sex to really notice Sandy and Beth watching them from mere feet away, fingering their own pussies while they watched their siblings and cousins performing for them.

Finally, after Lilith had cum more times than she could count, Sam felt the stirrings of his cum again. He had never cum in a virgin's pussy without a condom on. This would be a first, if she would let him.

"I'm on the pill," Lilith said, reading his mind and feeling his cock throb and expand.

Sam nodded, and relentlessly thrust himself into until he felt the explosion starting to build. In the back of his mind, he heard his sister cry out in orgasm, followed quickly by Beth. He squeezed his eyes shut and let his cock spew endless bursts of cum into Lilith. The two of them groaned deeply, their bodies in perfect sync. Sam had never had a better orgasm, except maybe in his sister that first time. He helplessly twitched and ground his hips into Lilith, pouring out load after load of his semen into her young little pussy hole. He loved that they were being watched too. He was surprised how much that got him off.

"Oh god," Lilith said, pulling away from him finally. She laid on the floor, panting. "My pussy is so sore, but I love it!"

Beth crawled over to her sister and kissed her gently on the face. Sandy hugged her brother from behind, squeezing her arms around his chest.

"That was so beautiful," she said. She could see his cock dripping below her, his erection weakening just a bit after all the energy he had spent.

Sam was catching his breath, but he had to admit he had never felt this tired and satisfied at the same time.

"Now we're all experienced fuckers," Beth said, laughing. "That means new rules."

Sam frowned. "Rules?"

Beth cuddled up next to Lilith, who seemed to be falling asleep. "Yep, I think it would make things more interesting, and fun."

"Like what?" Sandy asked.

"Like, since Sam's got the only cock, that makes things a bit unfair for some of us. So I propose that before he fucks any of us twice, he has to fuck all three of us. So no one gets more cock than anyone else."

Sam laughed, amused by her so-called rule. "Hey, I won't complain about that."

Sandy frowned, making a sad face. "So I have to wait three turns from my last time to get fucked?"

"You get him all you want after we leave," Beth replied. "You're lucky we're letting you have him at all right now."

Sandy smiled, realizing her cousin was right. "Fine, I suppose you're right."

"And..." Beth said, adding suspense. "...if you're all up for it, I think that each time he fucks us, he should have to stick it in our pussy and ass before he cums."

"Wow, you're dirty!" Sandy said. "We haven't even seen you take it up the ass yet."

"I know, and I'm getting rather jealous. Thus, the new rule."

Lilith was out, snoring softly next to her sister's warm body. Sam's cock had sprung to new life listening to these naughty rules and thinking about getting ass every time he fucked one of these gorgeous babes.

"I get to make a rule, then." He surprised Beth and Sandy with his boldness. "Whoever I fuck, a different person has to suck my dick. Whenever I want it sucked, before or after, or in the middle even."

Beth licked her lips. "I'd like to suck on that big dick right now."

Sandy waved her finger, smiling. "Oh no, it's my turn to suck him. You already made him cum on your face."

Beth shrugged. "Fine. Maybe I'll just rape Lil while she sleeps."

Sam stretched, feeling the exhaustion start to spread over him. But still, he couldn't resist as his sister moved around to the front of him and pushed him back on to the couch. Their eyes meeting, Sandy lovingly invaded her brother's butt with her finger while her mouth closed around his cock, tasting her cousin on him. This was going to be a really fun night...



Incestuous 3some



Amanda

"I need a drink" I said getting up in the dark "Would you like a beer or wine Jack?"

"Wine if you're having that" you said remaining lying in the middle of the lounge floor.

I poured the wine and brought the two glasses and the bottle, which I suspected we would finish, back to where you were sprawled on the floor. Seeing you laid out like that suddenly reminded me of that night in my flat when I had gone to bed and you 'trashed' the place. Not a nice memory. Another vision also came into my mind, the bottle or a glass of red toppling over and making a fucking great stain on Carey's cream coloured carpet; I had enjoyed fucking on it, but doubted I'd enjoy cleaning it.

"Come on," I said, grabbing your hand.

"What?"

"We aren't drinking red wine on that carpet,"

"Where we going then, the carpet in the bedroom's white."

"Come with me, I need fag in any case."

"What?"

"You wanted us to have a fuck outside earlier, so now we can have a cigarette or two together out there, it's a warm night."

"Oh right, fucking brilliant."

At the back of the cottage there was a small courtyard, it was totally secluded and even if anyone came to the front door they wouldn't be able to see anything. We wandered out there and sat side by side on a low bench looking out to the countryside, which was lit up by the bright moon. My nipples were soon hard again, this time, though it wasn't with sexual arousal.

You put your arm round me and I cuddled up to you and tucked my feet under my bum as we both lit Marlboro reds. I don't smoke that much and never with non-smokers, but a few drinks before and a few fags after with a fellow addict is bloody marvellous I think.

We chatted quite easily. It wasn't like before in the pub. There was no pretence of a date here, we didn't need to make small talk or search for items of common interest. There was only one item on our agenda, sex. We talked about last time, of course, but didn't get into the way we had fought when you had dominated me. We chatted about the pub and the walk home.

"God I so wanted to fuck you in that doorway" you said stroking my boob.

"I know baby."

"Have you ever had sex in places like that Cat?"

"What sort of places?"

"Where you might get caught? Does that turn you on or am I just a pervy kid"

"I have actually yes and no you aren't" I said looking up and pecking you on the cheek. "You're aunty Cat's tomboy, that's what you are baby." You smiled. I went on. "I think it's quite a common sort of fantasy really, lots of people want to try it. Exhibitionism it's called."

"Can we some time?"

"We'll see" I replied quite wary of thinking about what might happen in the future, that's if there was one for us.

Our conversation became slightly more stilted and we began to run out of things to say or, was it that we wanted to discuss one topic in particular, I wondered as I felt your fingernails grazing across the top of my left tit? I stroked the inside of your leg and, looking down saw that you were hardening. Were you thinking the same as me I wondered as the sight of you mother, my sister Janis, filled my mind.

"So you enjoyed going out to dinner with me did you?" I asked.

"Yes it was fantastic, I want to do it more, can we?"

Again I was as non-committal as I could be.

"Maybe." I changed the subject. Smiling I said. "Well it looked to me like you made a conquest in the pub."

"What, who, oh him, the queer?"

"Not queer luv, gay is better."

"OK gay, don't be daft, I'm not that way."

"You never know Jack" I said carefully. I was remembering that I had admitted that I had slept with women and may even have told you, or at least implied that something had gone on between Janis and me. This was a ticklish topic. "Lots of people Jack can enjoy both ways you know."

"Yes I know and you said you did, didn't you?"

I was stroking your leg as I said this and accidentally I ran it up too far and touched your balls; it took me a moment to realise that your cock wasn't hanging down as it had been just a moment ago I looked down. It wasn't at full mast, but it was at a good half lying horizontally across your lower stomach. Something was arousing you? Was it my nudity, talk of the gay guy or of me having gone with women? I decided to find out so I stroked your cock. Its warm half hardness was lovely.

"So my superstud, what's caused this?" I asked. "Are you thinking about something in particular or............" I paused before adding "Someone in particular."

Jack

So many fucking brilliant things had happened to me since that first time I came to your flat. The few days there ending up with us having an afternoon and evening of awesome sex had been incredible and now, in a different way, similar things were happening. 

We'd only been here about three fucking hours, I smiled realising that for once I was using fucking appropriately, and we'd already fucked three times. There was clearly more to come including you coming through with your promise to suck my cock. Alright you had done that at your flat, but that was a bit forced. This time you had said you wanted to do it. I was wondering whether you would let me cum in your mouth and even more incredibly would you swallow my cum. I also wondered whether women really did that or whether it was just something you read about in dirty books and erotic sites on the net, like Literotica.

The fuck on the floor had been fantastic as you let me do it bareback and you'd followed that up by taking me outside and sitting smoking and drinking stark, bollock naked. How about that for grown up, classy fucking sex, I thought.

Since that time when I had held you down on the floor in your flat and interrogated you about sex as we sort of reversed roles and I took over, I had tried to make my mind up on a couple of things. I was sure you had admitted to having been with women, so I had accepted that you were bi. That actually fuckingwell thrilled me and I'd had numerous wanks visualising you with a number of famous birds. The thing I wasn't so sure about, though, was if anything had gone on between you and my mum. I knew we had got onto that topic and I recalled saying that when I shot my load over your tits I was imagining that they were hers, which I was. I think I also told you that I fantasised about having sex with her. You were very understanding about that as you had been about so many things; that really had helped me 'grow up' so quickly sexually.

At the flat, as the evening had worn on I really had begun to think you were some form of slut. I had no comprehension of the concept of being wanton and lewd as part of sex, but being sophisticated and respectable at other times. So after you let me fuck you and we did all those things together, I was confused. I was also a little pissed and reached a totally incorrect conclusion. Over the ensuing months I had read a lot about sex and I had understood more about how you could do what we had done together, yet still be my well respected aunty Cat. You really were able to be a lady in the drawing room and a whore in the bedroom and by fuck, didn't that make me a lucky boy.

All these thoughts and more: the near sex in the doorway, the way that gay had looked at me and made me feel aroused, thinking about you with other women, being naked with you and having your hand stroking up and down my inner thigh was making me harden. Not fully yet, that was too soon, after all I had only taken my cock out of you ten or fifteen minutes ago and I had cum three times in a short while. But I knew it wouldn't take long. I had been with that young slag Tracy all one afternoon and evening and we'd fucked six or seven times and she wasn't a patch on you.

To be truthful, though, it wasn't just your naked body, your hand on my thigh, my fingers on your tit or the other things I had been thinking about, which was reviving my hard on. It was also thinking about my mum. Since I had last seen you at the party and between then and that first time in your flat, I had found it almost impossible to think of you without my mum's image also entering my mind.

I was so fucking curious about you and her, I just had to know. Yet at the same time I was so horny about her. It had taken me a lot of soul searching and research and reading to recognise and accept that I wanted to have sex with my mother.

So when you asked whether I was thinking of 'someone in particular,' I knew the taboo topic was rearing its head. 

I felt fucking terrible. I felt like a little kid being asked to own up to something. I was embarrassed, guilty and ashamed, but so fucking aroused that I'm sure my cock twitched.

I mumbled something like "Thinking about you and other women."

"Really?" You replied quietly, your soft fingertips just millimetres from my balls.

"Yes, it excites me."

"So it does most women Jack, that's very common, men like a bit of lessy action."

That made you laugh a little.

"Yes I watch it on the porn sites with me mates."

"Naughty," you said giving my leg a slap. "I bet you've got some girl rock or film stars you really fancy haven't you?"

"Yes, yes of course I have."

"So do you imagine me having sex with them?" You asked as your cool fingers snaked around my cock.

I didn't reply for a moment or two as I enjoyed the sensations of your fingers on my cock and tried to imagine what it would feel like when it was your lips wrapped round it. It was probably a wrong move, for I let you work me up too much. Not so that I was near to cumming, there was plenty of time before that. It was so that my inhibitions seemed to vanish. I felt able to do and say anything.

"No Cat, not with them."

"But you presumably visualise me doing it with someone don't you?" You asked so fucking provocatively you must have known what you were doing.

"Yes," I whispered.

"Want to tell me who Jack?"

In what was probably no more than a whimper I stammered. "I don't know."

"Jack I think you do know and I think you should say. Please?" You asked so pleadingly that I simply couldn't refuse, not that I wanted to really.

Just one word slid so quietly and easily slid from my mouth. Even though neither of us may have heard it we both knew full well what that three lettered was.

So there it was. It was in the open and on the table. The issue between us, the one that intrigued each of us and the one that in some ways bound us together, the almost unspoken, taboo had been announced.

I hadn't even thought where it would lead when I raised the topic of the gay who looked at me in a very fancying wa,. As we chatted about me being bisexual I hadn't considered that it could take us down the route it did. I guess deep down, though that when I asked whether you imagined me being with other women and who they were, I was starting to see a glimmer of light at the end of our tunnel of ambiguity. And when I 'insisted' that you tell me who I think I knew that the one word answer that you whimpered to me would be.

"Mum."

As you said that I felt your body shudder. You were crying and my heart went out to you.

"Come on baby, let's go in?" I said stubbing my Marlboro out and making a mental note to clear the stubs up before Janis arrived tomorrow.

You held my hand as we walked in and I shut and bolted the doors.

"Let's go to bed shall we Jack?" I asked softly.

Your sobbing had stopped.

"Sorry Cat, I'm acting like a kid."

"Oh darling don't be sorry, there's no need," I said feeling for you as I closed the gap between us, took your face in my hands and, standing on tip toe, reached up and planted little kisses all over your mouth. "It's ok, you're with me, you're with Cat, your aunty, and you don't have to worry or be sorry about something like that."

We kissed properly then and moulded our bodies together. Your nearly full erection pressed into me and I squashed my tits against your firm, slim and so wonderfully taught chest. My hands ran up and down your equally taught and muscular back eventually finding the two pert cheeks of your youthful bum. I squeezed it and pulled you harder against me thinking 'Young men are fucking wonderful' as I savoured your body against mine.

I broke my mouth away and put my lips against your ear. I poked the tip of my tongue in a little and then whispered.

"Come on baby, let aunty take you upstairs and suck that fabulous cock of yours."

Jack

I felt fucking stupid crying, but somehow it all just got to me. But why fucking cry? Fuck knows, whoever he is, I didn't.

It was as though something was troubling me, but I didn't know what it was, although I felt it might be mum. I couldn't talk to anyone about the fact that I fancied my mother and wanted to have sex with her, it was simply impossible. But I had to get it out of my system, I had to bare my soul as it were and I wanted to tell you, so I did.

As usual you so amazingly understood. I had just told you, my aunt, twenty five years my senior that I fantasised about you and my mother, your sister, having sex and what did you do? You kissed me, shoved your tongue in my ear and said that you wanted to take me upstairs and suck my cock. How fucking cool was that?

"Do you fantasise anything else about Janis?" You asked as you laid me down in the middle of the bed. "Just a sec" you went on walking out of the room and down the stairs. 

The sight of your bare arse wiggling as you went across the room was only matched by the sight of your bare tits jiggling as you returned. Each of those sights, though were almost surpassed as you went round the room placing and lighting a number of lovely smelling candles. Standing beside the bed you looked fantastic with the light flickering across your body.

"So do you?" You asked getting in the bed, pulling the light duvet over us and cuddling up to me, your fingers running up my nearly erect cock as if to check that it was still there.

In the bed, in the semi darkness, my arm round your shoulders, your head on my chest your brown hair grazing my body, I felt better, more relaxed and less inhibited. I felt more able to open up as I wanted to.

"Yes I do."

"Do you want to tell me about it Jack or, shall I guess?"

"I'll tell you" I replied loving the feel of your body in my arms. Fuck, I thought, it feels so good to be with a woman like this, sex is hardly needed. "I imagine having sex with , is that terrible?"

"No, it's quite common, loads of blokes do."

"Phew that makes me feel better" I replied as I felt you lightly kissing my chest.

"Good, that's what aunties are for, to make their nephews feel better" you said quietly as you licked and kissed further down my chest, nearly to my waist. The duvet had slid down a bit, but half your head was now under it.

"Have you done anything?" I heard from under the duvet.

"Er no, well not really."

"What do you mean, not really, have you or not?" You said as my body jumped when I felt your tongue licking my stomach.

"No, all I've done is sort of walked around a bit in my pants or wrapped in a towel."

"How did she react?" You asked taking hold of my dick.

"I don't know, once as I came out of the bathroom we almost bumped into each other and she looked me up and down."

"What sort of look."

"She looked like you did just now standing beside the bed."

My body jerked for instead of replying you licked the tip of my cock. It was fucking amazing.

"How do you mean Jack, turned on as I was?"

"Yes, exactly."

"I see," you said just before I felt the most marvellous sensation as your mouth slid down my cock.

Amanda

As I slid your cock into my mouth I was wondering whether, perhaps, more had gone on between you and Janis, than you were letting on to. I licked and sucked, slurped and kissed your dick, bringing it to another marvellously hard erection as I cupped and gently squeezed your balls. You were moaning, groaning and sighing, clearly loving all I was doing, but then I would fuckingwell hope so too. I as good as took it out and just held the bloated tip resting on my lower lip.

"Nice, baby" I asked stroking your balls?

"Fucking amazing Ca," you groaned your hands running through my hair.

"So nothing more has happened between you and her?"

"No, just looks several times. I even left my door open once when I was naked and I saw her looking at me."

"She didn't do anything though?"

"No.

"But you wanted her to?"

"Oh God yes, I can't explain it."

I pushed the duvet back so you could see me sucking you. You tasted good and felt even better on my tongue and lips. 

When I really fancy a man I simply adore fellating him. Isn't that a great word? So much more evocative than the female equivalent of cunnilingus, what a crap word that is!

Although I'd 'fellated' you before, you tasted so much different this time. Now it was mutually tender lovemaking, well at least two way sex and not the rough 'suck my cock bitch' type of thing it had been on my lounge floor. I gave it all I had.

Jack

It was incredible. Fucking you is amazing. The feel of your tight, hot, wet cunt gripping my cock as I slide in is awesome. That's better than the feel of your mouth, tongue and lips, but sucking, somehow, is more intimate and more giving on the woman's part than is fucking. You are doing something to and for me; when we fuck we do it together. When you suck me I am totally yours, so I lay back and love it, fucking marvellous.

I had nothing to compare your oral skills to. The young birds I got didn't do oral. Instinctively, though, I knew you were good, I knew that before you bobbed your head down my body, your chestnut coloured hair caressing my stomach. Before you licked me and kissed me, before you slid my hardened cock into your mouth, before you plunged it up and down and before you almost took it out and kissed and licked the bulbous end. I knew it before you licked my balls and sucked them individually then together as you softly masturbated me with your soft fingers. Before you took me back in your mouth and used your fingers to gently squeeze my balls and rub me between my legs on that patch between my scrotum and bumhole. God, I wondered, how did you know just the most perfect things to do and the by far best places to touch me? My entire body felt as it was undergoing a series of electric shocks, you were stimulating me everywhere. It was absolutely fucking amazing.

Amanda

I love it when a man really reacts to me sexually. When his whole body responds to what I am doing and when our physical and mental states are in sync. As I used every trick, I knew ours were exactly that.

You were moaning and groaning, grunting and sighing. Your head was rolling from side to side, your eyes were clamped shut and your mouth was open as if you were gasping for air. My tits felt incredibly heavy and burning hot. My nipples felt ready to explode there was so much pressure and my clit seemed ready to explode. Your hands were alternating between gripping the bedclothes and my hair as mine moved from your now perfectly rigid cock to your nice big bag of balls and then to between your legs.

Your actions were giving you away; they were betraying you, signalling what was happening to you. Your cock was almost vibrating; it got even harder, your body tensed and your hips started to move. Slow at first and then slightly faster you started pumping, pushing with little surges, modest thrusts. Yes slowly, but surely you started to fuck my face, it felt wonderful.

Jack

Were you really going to, I wondered? Was it actually going to happen? Surely I couldn't be this lucky? 

A few guys I know had said that a girl had let them cum in their mouth and one boasted that his bird swallowed, but I had my doubts.

We were now well into the swing of it. We had gone past, it seemed to me, a quick suck, this was full oral sex or what my mind considered that to be. We had found a rhythm. My hips started to move in time with your mouth. Your fingers and hands were now fully part of what we were doing, they were wonderfully everywhere and I was loving every bit of it. I just wished I could get my hands to your tits or, better still your pussy, but I didn't have the nerve to move you, I thought maybe not being able to touch you was part of the sucking etiquette.




Incestuous 3some



I knew I was about to cum. Should I warn you? Should I yank it out? Or could you tell that I was near? Again I had no idea what I should do. If I cum and you didn't want that, I'd be in trouble, yet if I pulled out I might miss it. Fuck, what should I do? I was getting very near and my hips were moving, almost of their own volition, in time with your mouth sliding up and down me.

I squeezed your head.

"Oh Cat I am so near, I'm starting," I groaned.

Amanda

You were considerate enough to warn me, to give me the chance to take you out. I liked your thoughtfulness, but had no intention of doing that.

"Mmmmmmmmm," I moaned through the flesh I had in my mouth sinking my lips further down it.

Jack

My balls were tightening, my cock was twitching and throbbing uncontrollably as my cum built up and started its journey.

"Oh God Cat. Oh yes, yes," I groaned.

Amanda

I smiled as I thought that in porn stories 'His spunk would splatter against the back of my mouth' whereas in the reality of that cottage bed, your cum more squirted and oozed onto my tongue. It isn't a particularly wonderful taste.

Physically, it's not really anything for the woman to let a man cum in her mouth. You don't get a surge of physical feelings as he cums, nothing in your body is particularly sensitised by a gush of semen on your tongue and in your throat. But the emotional outpouring can be huge. And it was for me then. I was doing something to you that I am not too keen on. Other than giving a man my bum, letting him cum in my mouth is probably the biggest gift I can give him

Jack

I felt I had done as I should. I had warned you and sort of offered to withdraw. You hadn't let me so I felt that it was ok to cum.

I didn't shoot a big load, but then I had already performed three times in as many hours. It did though feel to be a reasonable amount. It also felt fucking fantastic, so rude, filthy and wanton to be oozing cum straight into your mouth, God it was an amazing feeling. 

I just lay there loving the feeling of my spent cock still in your mouth.

Amanda 

After cumming, your cock immediately softened a little. Not that much, but the rigidity went from it. In some ways it felt even better in my mouth, different, but certainly as nice as when hard.

I looked up and sort of smiled. You smiled back. I tilted my head back, opened my mouth a little and then with an exaggerated gesture I swallowed your cum.

Jack

"Oh fuck Cat, that's incredible" I gushed as I watched you swallow. I'd read about it and that prick Stevens said a bird had done it for him, but to actually see a woman, my aunt, you really doing it was something else.

Amanda

Although you had cum, I hadn't, I was still on a sexual high, I was still aroused.

Swallowing your juice was also more of an emotional thing than anything physical, but I loved your reaction.

"Was that good baby?"

"It was incredible."

"You enjoyed it then?" I asked wiggling up the bed and cuddling you.

"Mmmm it was fantastic, thank yo," you said kissing me making me half wish I had kept some of your sperm in my mouth, but you probably were not ready for that so it was as well I hadn't.

"You were thinking of me weren't you Jack as I sucked you?" I asked.

I didn't wait for a reply, but went to the bathroom across the landing and gargled with mouthwash.

Jack

I dozed. I felt I fucking well deserved it. I felt proud of myself that I had performed four times in about four hours getting completely hard and cumming quite a lot each time. Smiling, I just hoped you were beginning to realise fully how good young blokes can be; what we may lack in technique we certainly make up in fucking power. 

As my heavy eyes started closing I glanced at my watch and realised with a thrill that we still had hours left tonight. I also realised with yet another thrill that we were actually going to sleep together. The idea of you lying naked beside me in my arms as we slept was almost, but not quite, enough to start another hard on.

As you messed around in the bathroom, a couple of times walking out past the bed to get things from your bag, so I suddenly realised it was a little bit like being at home. 

It was like it was sometimes when dad was away and it was just mum and me there. How she would be in the bathroom just round a corner from my room, just a few feet from me, probably naked as I lie in bed my erection growing by the second as I thought of her, visualising her big tits, bare and sagging a bit. That would put some young blokes off I knew, but not me, I love big tits even if they are a bit saggy.

When I hear mum turn the bathroom light off I always go completely hard, as I know she will come into my bed to say good night and give me a kiss on the cheek. Naturally, but frustratingly, she will have slipped into one of her several dressing gowns. I like the pink, silky full length one best. It has plunging lapels that I am always hoping will slip just a little further apart showing me here tits. That's almost happened numerous times, but always, right at the last second she seems to catch them and pull them back together again. It's almost as if she's teasing me. I sometimes wonder if she is and what she would do if I grabbed the fucking lapels, pulled them apart and buried my face between her double D saggy tits.

The 'night night' kiss is absolutely magic and makes me so fucking horny I almost cum.

She half opens the door and nearly always whispers "Are you awake Jack?" I say no and she opens the door and stands there for a few moments the light from the landing behind her. I often wish she had one of those thin gowns that go almost see through with the light behind them.

"I've just come to say good night," she says, moving over to the bed. 

She has to bend over of course and that is bloody marvellous. I see more and more of her tits and I just know one day I'll cop a gander at the lot, yes I'm sure that soon she's going to flash them at me, or is that totally wishful thinking?

As she leans over me and her lips brush my cheek I wonder how I stop myself reaching up and grabbing her boobs, they're so close. I know that one day soon I will forget and will do it.

I sometimes think she sort of lingers leaning over me, but I can't be sure. I just wish I knew what to do.

It was just so like at home then, for you opened the door and stood momentarily with the light from the landing behind you. There were two differences though from when mum does it. Firstly you were totally naked and secondly when you came to the bed I did grab your tits.

Amanda

I couldn't sleep. For a start I was now unused to sharing a bed and every time you moved and every small noise you made seemed to keep me more awake. But mostly it was thinking about us and what I was doing that prevented sleep. 

I felt a lot of guilt and shame, but in the main was able to suppress it and had got used to living with it. What was nagging at me, mostly, was that tomorrow Janis, your mother, my sister, would arrive and the three of us would be together all the evening and night and the next day. On top of all that there was another issue troubling me. There really was just one usable bed, the one we were sharing, the one I would tell Janis I had shared with my daughter Sara and the one that tomorrow night I would share with her.

Inevitably, my thoughts went back all those years to when she and I were both teenagers; there is only thirteen months between us. We had always been close, sharing everything and doing most things together, we were as inseparable as most twins.

We had sailed through puberty and were in our late teens. Whilst neither of us was particularly promiscuous, we had numerous boy-friends and by the time she was nearly twenty and I was a year younger the days of losing our virginities were dim memories.

I had just been given up by an older bloke. I came in crying. Mum and dad were away for the weekend. I went straight to my bedroom and undressed. Janis asked what was the matter? I didn't want to tell her at first, but then I did. She came in, she was in a dressing gown, and I was in my nightie, a baby doll I remember. She consoled me. 

How the hell that consoling necessitated us lying on my bed I had no idea? 

How helping a sister overcome being given up required me to be in her arms our bodies pressed together from head to toe, I didn't know.

How Janis' hand on my breast was supposed to be comforting, I couldn't tell.

And how her mouth closing on mine and her tongue edging past my lips, which I welcomingly opened, was part of a reassuring process I just couldn't fathom.

What I could tell, understand and fathom was that I enjoyed it. I welcomed it in fact and I started to give back as much as she gave me. 

And then I could understand why we cupped each other's breasts, why my baby doll slid off me and why her dressing gown was open right down the front. Yes then I did appreciate why we were both naked and my nipples were in her mouth and my hand was between my sister's legs.

That had been the start. It went on for around a year or so I suppose. It wasn't an every night, day or week event; just something we did when we both needed it. Of course we drifted apart when we both married and lived miles away, but I never stopped thinking about her and those few months when we went further and further with our bisexual sibling, incestuous love.

Jack

Although I saw you in the doorway, although I saw you naked and although when you came to the bed, unlike mum, you got in and I held your tits, we didn't have sex. I don't know whether that was down to you or me, but I felt absolutely knackered and was soon asleep. I remembered nothing more until I suddenly woke up wondering where the hell I was. 

As was quite usual, though, I had a hard on. The difference was that this time it was pressing against your bum and that made me aware of where I was. Your bent back was 'staring' at me. I touched it hoping I wasn't dreaming. It felt real. I slid my arms round you and cupped your breasts. God they felt good. Heavy and full, smooth and malleable. They were lovely. I squeezed and was rewarded by your body jerking slightly and by hearing a low moan as, suddenly I realised I wouldn't need to have my usual morning wank to get rid of my hard on; I could fuck you instead.

I stroked your tits and found your nipples as I pressed against you, my cock nestling into that mysterious, to me, crevice between your nicely rounded cheeks.

"Mmmmm, that's nice baby" I heard you sigh. 

I decided to try it on. Why not I thought? Most of the time, quite naturally, you directed and organised things. You were the teacher and I was the pupil. You called the shots, decided when, where and how we would do it. So it seemed right that it was now my turn. My turn to lead, my turn to direct events; yes my turn to initiate a fuck with you.

I kissed your neck. I licked up and down it as with one hand I continued fondling your tits and with the other I grabbed my cock. I pushed it between your legs. It was a tight fit and I wasn't quite sure what to do. The precise geography of 'down there' was still a bit of mystery to me. I smiled, though, as you moved your legs and the tip of my cock found your wet, slippery slit for I was thinking 'Later I would get you to let me have a really good look at your pussy.'

Amanda

I lay there being fucked from behind. I didn't have to do anything, not that there was much I could do, being on my side and bent at the middle with your arms round me and your hands gripping my tits. It was gorgeous. 

Before you'd got going, you had taken a bit of time getting your angle right and I'd had to help you. Once in me, though, your natural male instincts took over and you started to shag me with nice, long, deep and even thrusts.

Although it was lovely, my mind began to wander, daft bitch that I am. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was only six, but then, I remembered we hadn't been late last night. I thought ahead to the day that we would spend together and then to the evening when Janis would arrive. Shit that was going to be hell. I suddenly also realised that I hadn't seen her without her husband or my ex for many years and certainly we had hardly been alone together, as we would in bed tonight, probably since we left our parent's home.

You increased the depth and pace of your urges in me and that brought me out of my reveries. 

"Oh fuck Cat, this is amazing," you grunted.

I pushed back against you. "What is baby?"

"Fucking from behind like this."

"None of your bikes rides let you do this then?"

"No," you gasped "It's my first time."

It didn't take much longer for you to be near.

"Oh God yes" you moaned holding yourself stiff and still right up me.

I wanted to cum, in fact having missed out when I sucked you last night I needed to. I squirmed on your rigid cock and pushed my tits hard against your hands. At the same time I reached down and behind me and managed to find your balls. I squeezed them, bringing a lovely sounding groan from. That did the trick and just as you started to spurt so my emotions overflowed and I climaxed.

"What a brilliant start to the day baby" I said turning round and kissing you.

"Mmmm it was fantastic, thanks."

"No thank you," I replied starting to slide out the bed. I grabbed your hand. "Come on" I said pulling you.

"Where we going?"

"You'll see," I responded.

Jack

It hadn't really registered with me until you had fiddled your bottom around and I had slid into you that this would be my first fuck from behind. Although it was hard getting the angle right and getting in you, once in it was fucking amazing, or even amazing fucking, dependent upon your perspective! 

Not only did I seem to go deeper into you, but it was fantastic being moulded round your bent back with my body squashed against yours from my mouth in your hair to my toes which were pressing upwards onto the soles of your feet. But the icing on the fucking cake, of course, was being able to reach round you and hold your tits. As you were leaning forward a little on your side, they were hanging loose as it were. That made it easy for me to cup, squeeze, caress, fondle and knead them. They seemed even bigger, fuller and heavier like this. I lifted them up, pushed them together and pulled them apart. I pinched and pulled your nipples and squashed the whole lot into one mass of tit flesh. God it felt sensational. And to be able to do that with my cock buried deep in you as we fucked was simply out of this world.

It didn't take me long to be near to cumming and I have to admit I had forgotten about you. The sensations of this new way of shagging had made me lose all thoughts of everything other than my pleasure. Everything was tightening up in preparation to me delivering my load when I felt what was simply the most sexy fucking thing I think I had ever felt. Your hand reached around your body and grabbed my balls. That put me right over the top and I shot my lot in you with a strength that I was surprised didn't make my stuff come out of your mouth.

I think I made you cum, but I wasn't sure, but to be truthful I didn't really care. 

I'm sure I softened and probably my cock slipped out of you, but I don't remember, for no sooner had I shot my lot up you than, so it seemed, we were both asleep.

I woke up when you grabbed my hand and pulled me out of bed. I asked where we were going, thinking it might be a bath together, something we hadn't done yet, but was something I really wanted to do. It wasn't though for you led me out of the bedroom and down the stairs. I saw the clock and realised we had slept for two hours.

"What's happening?" I asked when you undid the back door and led me through the courtyard where we had sat smoking last night. You didn't reply. Not that I cared for I was walking slightly behind and to one side. Your bum was wobbling and wiggling wonderfully and your boobs were bobbing and bouncing beautifully; you were quite a sight.

"Oh yes, great" I gushed as you turned round the end of a shoulder height hedge and stood beside the pool.

Turning to me you pressed your naked body against mine and said.

"This'll help us clean up and wake up. You ever been skinny dipping before Jack?"

And with that you turned and dived gracefully into to pool.

I knew I would simply have to fuck you in that pool before I went home.

Amanda

It's so lovely to swim naked, I always think. It's such a nice feeling, but of course it cannot be divorced from sex. It is an overtly sexual act. Naturalists may dispute it and they probably have the emotional make up to back it up, but I can see no other reason for swimming naked than to be fucked.

I did a quick two lengths as my eye watched you firstly standing on the side, soft, then sitting, half erect and then standing in the pool. I swam over to you.

"Ok Jack?"

"Wonderful," you replied cupping my breasts.

I reached down and grabbed you. My heart leaped when I felt how hard you were. You were ready again.

"I bet none of your bike rides has let you fuck them in a pool have they?"

"Of course not aunty" you jokingly replied pressing your cock hard against me. "Are you going to let me?"

I didn't reply. Instead I put my arms round your neck, kissed you and using the buoyancy of the water, lifted myself up and wrapped my legs round your hips. You grabbed me under my bum and held me there your cock pressed against the length of my slit, the top of it pressing right against my clit. I could have got myself off like that!

Amanda

As usual you surprised me, and what a fucking surprise this one was. I couldn't stop getting another erection as I watched you swim up and down the pool. Your bum was breaking the surface of the water and your tits were hanging down as you moved up and down the pool. It really was as sexy a sight as I had seen for ages and since knowing you I had seen a few.

When I got in the pool, rather self-consciously hiding my hard on, for I thought a grown up should have more control, things got even sexier. You were all over me and I realised that I wouldn't have to wait too long for that dream of a fuck outdoors and in a fucking swimming pool at that.

Actually it was bloody difficult and, although the thought that we were shagging outside and in a swimming pool was fucking exciting, the actual act was nowhere near as amazing as I had thought it would be.

Despite you climbing all over me and pressing your pussy right against my hard on, actually getting it in you was bloody awkward. You were hanging onto me round the neck with your legs wrapped round my waist. Lovely. Your tits were squashed against my chest and we were kissing. Bloody brilliant. My cock was pressed right against the open lips of your pussy. Fucking marvellous. But each time I moved you away a little, got hold of my cock and tried to shove it in you, the fucking water got in the way. It was like, as they say, pushing water uphill, in fact I was trying to push water uphill. Every time I got myself lined up to shove it in you so a fucking wave would wash over my cock and fill your hole.

I started to panic a bit. I thought it was just me, that it was my fault, that I was deficient. I thought that you had probably been fucked in this pool, maybe by that bloke we met in the pub or by Uncle Kevin, many times and I visualised you having powerful orgasms with them unlike the dowsings you were getting up your pussy from me.

Amanda

Kevin and I had shagged in swimming pools several times and I knew it was a little like anal sex; more an emotional than a physical delight. It's so bloody awkward that the end result hardly warrants the effort, but I knew it would excite you and, after all I was educating you. Wasn't that really the main motivation for me, your aunt, having this affair with my nephew, an eighteen, nearly nineteen year old? Yeah like fuck it was, but I could kid myself couldn't I? The main reason was right at that moment trying to wiggle its way inside me after doing that most satisfactorily a couple of hours ago and several times in a few hours yesterday. Yes I had fallen for young cock and boy did you have that.




Incestuous 3some



"Oh fuck Cat," I'm sorry, you groaned missing the target for about the third time.

Jack

I just couldn't get my cock at the right angle to really shove it up you and even when I did the force of the fucking water stopped me getting in. I felt a right prick and apologised to you.

"Don't worry love, it is hard I know, even Kevin had difficulty. Here try like this," you replied turning round and holding onto the side with your hands. 

That made your bum stick out nicely. As I bent my knees to lower myself I saw that you'd opened your legs. You looked great and I felt fantastic as I realised it wasn't me being a stupid, inexperienced kid.

I got hold of my cock again and had a shock. The fucking thing was going soft. That had never happened before. It was the bloody cold water, it had to be.

I tried shoving it in like that, but it was hopeless, it just didn't have the rigidity to push through your lips let alone the water as well. I began to panic and that just made things worse, I came out completely. As I did I lost even more of my hardness, the fucking thing had shrivelled up to its usual flaccid size, fuck it.

Amanda

I wanted you to fuck me, so when it was clear that you were struggling to find the right angle for proper penetration from the front I turned round. Leaning on the side of the pool I offered myself to you so you could, as you had in bed this morning, have from behind.

I was leaning with my arms straight out in front of me, my body at an angle to the floor of the pool and my legs quite wide open. My tits were hanging down just right for you to be able to hang onto them as you fucked me. I couldn't work out for a while what was happening for you were pushing against my lips, but nothing was going in. 

I grunted. "Let me help," and reached down to get hold of you, but you moved away.

"No it's ok" you said.

"Well come on I'm bloody well gagging for it" I smiled looking forward to that marvellous feeling as a cock surges up me.

I felt a few more fumbles on my pussy and then it struck what must have happened. I turned and cuddled you. You tried to stop your body touching me beneath the waist and I quickly reached down. Yes you'd gone soft.

Jack

'Oh fuck,' I thought as your hand found my pathetic excuse for a cock. 'How can I cope with that?' But as usual, you were brilliant.

You took my hand, pressed it on your breast so that my palm was on your nipple, your very, very hard nipple. You said.

"It's bloody cold in here isn't it? Come on."

You climbed out your great arse grazing against my head. Reaching down and dangling your tits most appealingly in front of my eyes you put your hand out and helped pull me out of the pool.

We stood on the side naked and dripping water onto the fake grass like they have on some football pitches. The sun was warm as we fell into each other's arms and kissed. It really was a great feeling to be standing outside, totally naked, with your body pressed against mine, our mouths clamped together and our lips and bodies squirming against the other.

You broke the kiss and without looking down at my embarrassment or even mentioning it, you took my hand and led me away from the pool towards a big willow tree. You leaned forward against it, stuck your bum out, opened your legs, looked round and said as you saw my now stunning erection.

"I get the impression you like fucking aunty from behind Jack."

I could hardly believe that when we went back to the cottage and I saw the time that it was only eight o' clock. At home with mum and dad in the holidays that was before my getting up time, but here in Norfolk with my amazing aunty, I was up and about and had had two fucks before breakfast. 

Although, of course, to get rid of the traditional morning hard on I often had a wank before getting up, I'd never had sex before in the morning. I did, though, often imagine that I had sex, for as I lay in my bed, covered just with a sheet and sometimes not even that, jacking off, I could hear mum in her room or the bathroom or downstairs. I would take risks, leave the door open, have my body uncovered, almost wanting her to see me.

I would imagine her walking in and catching me and staring at my hand wrapped round my hard cock. I would look at her guiltily, but wouldn't stop. I imagined her saying something like. 'You shouldn't really be doing that Jack' and me replying. 'I know, but I can't help it?' I hear in my mind her saying 'And why is that baby?' and me replying as we look at each other 'You know why mum don't you?" Time and time again, I then hear her saying 'I know you can't help it baby, and I know what you are thinking, would you like me to help you?'

Of course she no more says that than does it, but It's fantastic wank material, even though it has been somewhat surpassed in the last year when at least as many of my wanks have been about you.

"You want a fried breakfast, just cereal or shall we go out?" You said, pulling me away from imaging mum lying beside me, undoing her dressing gown and lolloping her big tits out as she moves my hand away and grasps my dick.

"Er, I don't really mind" I reply. "What would you like to do?"

"Tell you what, let's get dressed, go into Aldeburgh, have some breakfast and do a little shopping. Ok?"

"Yeah sure," I replied not really giving a fuck what we did as I suddenly remembered mum would be here this afternoon and that would bring an end to my sex with you. Still I thought, what a jerk off scene I would have tonight; imagining the two of you in bed together.

Amanda 

We drove into town had breakfast in a nice café on the beach and then wandered round the old town peering in the antique, arts and crafts and clothes shops. It was actually good fun and in a weird way it made me feel young again, as if we were boy and girl friend. At one stage as we walked up an empty street we even held hands.

"I'm really enjoying this" you said squeezing my hand. "Can we do it more often when we get home?"

"We'll see" I replied totally non-committedly for I was dreading the future. Dreading it because I didn't want to leave you, but I knew I could handle that. More because I knew that the more often we saw each other the more the chances of being caught out increased and that scared the shit out of me. At the same time, I knew that I was now obsessed with sex with a young man. It suddenly occurred to me, that if it wasn't you then it would probably be another eighteen year old for I didn't think I could now do without what youth supplies. But with another kid there wouldn't be the added buzz of the forbidden, I realised.

My phone rang. I answered it.

"Fuck" I said cutting the link.

"What?"

"Janis is going to be early."

"Bollocks, what time?"

"About three,"

"Oh shit and fuck."

I smiled at how easily and crudely in a nice way we could swear like that.

"I'll pass on the former, but we ought to do something about the latter."

"What?"

"Let's forget the shit and instead let's fuck, come on."

You laughed. "Ok cool, let's go."

Jack

I really couldn't believe just how horny and how adventurous you were.

Once in the car, still in the car park, you kissed me. As we drove out of the town you put your hand on my leg and once we were in the country, you slid your hand up so it was pressing against my bulge. I started to get hard. 

"We didn't come this way did we?" I asked.

"No this is the scenic route," you replied

"How come, it looks all the same to me bloody flat."

I was gobsmacked when using one hand you undid your blouse so I could see your tits in the tight, see through bra.

Smiling at me you said. "There that's scenic and not too flat isn't it?"

I laughed. It was fucking great being grown up I thought as I reached across and fondled them. You didn't seem to care about oncoming cars, but then I doubt they could really see anything.

I had no idea where we were going and quite frankly I couldn't give a fuck for I now had both of your tits out of your bra. Then you pulled off the road and we were hidden from view in a little wood. You stopped the car, but left the engine running.

"Put your left hand down the side of the seat," you told me.

"What for?"

"Just do as you are told and find the button that pushes the seat back."

I did.

"Now the one that reclines a bit."

I did. "Hey where you going?" I asked as you got out.

"I'm too old to climb over the gear stick," you replied walking round the car and opening your door.

Amanda 

I hadn't planned any of this. I was purely going with my instincts, doing what the combination of my mind and body said I should. It was wonderful being miles away from home in the country where nobody knew me. I felt free and liberated, adventurous and ambitious, but most of all I felt super-randy and was thinking 'Fuck it if anyone does see me.'

"What's going on?" You asked

I looked into the car and smiling said.

"For what I have in mind Jack, I think you are overdressed, push your shorts down."

I didn't really need to look, but of course I did. You were hard. Your sturdy, quite long cock was laying stretched up your wonderfully flat stomach seeming to be waiting there for its next customer. I couldn't help letting out a small gasp. "Pull your tee shirt right up."

You pulled it over your head.

"No keep it on love, just in case," I warned.

"Oh right yes I see what you mean," you said putting it back on.

"No roll it up round your neck, baby, I want to squash my tits against your chest."

"Oh fuck Cat" you groaned doing exactly what I wanted.

I was looking right into your eyes as I reached up my skirt, found the elastic of my thong and in one quick movement pulled it down my legs and off. I went to throw it onto the driver's seat, but you caught it. Looking right into my eyes, you brought your hand up to your face and rubbed my panties all over your cheeks and lips. You pressed them against your nose.

"You smell fantastic cat."

Now it was me who was learning, I'd never had a man sniff my panties before.

I don't know what made me say it you as I started to get into the car on your side facing you, with my back to the windscreen.

"Do you do that to mum's pants Jack?"

"Yes," you stammered. "Sometimes I do."

"Like Janis' is it Jack, the smell?"

"Yes, just like mum."

With some, no actually with considerable, difficulty I straddled you. I had left my blouse undone so it was quick and easy to slip my tits out from my bra. I held them and pressed them against your face. You licked them, it was nice, but I was realising that I really was getting too old for sex in a car.

Jack

Another first. I was going to fuck in a car parked in a wood. Fucking brilliant. 

You'd left the windows down a bit. 'To stop us steaming up' you'd said and the smell of the countryside was drifting in and mingling with your perfume and that musky aroma of sex. It was incredibly heady stuff particularly when you pressed your tits against my face, reached down, grabbed my cock, straightened it up, positioned me against your lips then slowly let yourself sink down on it. Was that some fucking amazing feeling or not?

"Fuck yes Cat, that's incredible."

Amanda

I'm not sure there is any sexual action that compares to a cock going up you as you lower your cunt onto it. In part it is the sheer depth of the penetration and in part the way the man stimulates your lips, insides and clit all at the same time. Overall though a key differentiating feature is that the girl is on top and in control.

As I did that to you I let out a deep groan.

"Yes baby, yes" I sighed wiggling my tits closer to your mouth as I grabbed your head burying my hands in your hair, which was now much longer than the rather punky style you'd had when we first had sex.

I started to fuck you. Up and down, wiggle a bit, caress the clit on the hilt of your cock then more up and down and in and out. I was really getting into the rhythm of being on top and I liked it, but then I was the teacher wasn't I?

Jack

We had some grocery shopping to do so we eventually got 'home' around one. The fuck in the car had been fantastic

Although I have this yen at times to take over and dominate you, it was still fucking amazing to give into an older woman's desires and have her fuck me. My mates would be so sodding envious, but of course I could never tell them, well apart from Robbo that is, but then we tell each other simply everything.

I felt rotten as we took the packages of food and the tees shirts you'd bought me as presents into the cottage. This was all going to end within the next few hours and I had no idea for you had given me no clue as to whether we would see each other again after I went home with mum.

"So she's going to be here when?" I asked as you packed the groceries

You were reaching up into one of the cupboards your top riding up and flashing the skin of your waist and back.

"About three, she said."

"Fuck just two hours."

"Yes, I'm sorry, but remember we took Sara to the station this morning and you slept on the sofa last night, don't forget that will you?"

"No I won't, don't worry. I don't want mum knowing I have been fucking her sister."

Amanda

As I finished putting the groceries and other stuff away realising that your mum would be with us in just over two hours I felt two strong feelings wash over me. The first was the sheer enormity of what we, well I really, had been doing and secondly was the loss I was going to feel when Janis was here and I couldn't have sex with you. As you reached round me from behind, cupped my boobs and kissed my neck I momentarily fantasised about a threesome between us.

Whilst that was clearly ridiculous, having you one more time before Janis gets here certainly wasn't. I knew that although you had cum several times this morning you would have at least one more time in you.

Turning I was in your arms with my breasts pressed against your chest. I kissed you, deeply and ran my hands up and down your back and down onto your bum. You felt great.

"Well I won't tell her if you don't" I laughed loving the feeling of your stirring cock against my tummy.

"I won't say a word, I promise" you said very seriously making me smile.

"I know you won't, hold on a minute" I said as I walked out the kitchen and went upstairs to the main bedroom. I returned to the kitchen after a few minutes

"Good boy. Now go upstairs and get undressed, we have an hour left and want you to enjoy it."

Jack

I had no idea what you were up to, but assumed we would have one more fuck before my mum arrived, fuck it. That said what a great thing for you to say. How adult was that to be told to go upstairs and get undressed.

I went up to the bedroom and saw that you had laid a large, dark blue towel in the middle of the bed, presumably for me to lie on. I undressed, it only took a moment or two. I heard you coming up the creaky stairs. You called out. "Lie on your front on the towel."

I was hardening as I did what you asked.

Amanda

Walking into the bedroom my heart leaped a little when I saw you lying there. The back of your body looked wonderful, you arse looked awesome. I stood beside the bed and simply stared at you for a few moments.

"You look absolutely delicious Jack" I whispered.

I climbed on the bed and knelt by your feet. I took hold of your ankles and opened your legs loving the sight of your big, youthful bollocks hanging down between your thighs.

"Have you ever been massaged" I said quietly opening the bottle of baby oil and pouring some onto your back?

Jack

'Jesus fucking wept' I groaned to myself as I felt you climb onto the bed and ask whether I had ever been massaged? Of course I bloodywell haven't, what fucking nineteen, well nearly, year old gets massaged.

"No" I croaked having no real idea what a massage would be like. After feeling the oil slithering over my back, I soon found out and in the most awesome fucking way too.

Amanda

Knowing for certain that what we did now would be the last for this 'date' and possibly ever, I wanted to make it special, hence the idea of massaging you came to mind.

I spread the oil all over your back and started rubbing it in with long, fairly hard strokes gradually moving downwards towards the gorgeous swells of your youthfully pert arse.

"Oh Amanda" you encouragingly groaned as you felt my hands, now applying mush less pressure, on yiur cheeks.

"Nice?"

"Oh yes it's amazing" you sighed as I ran my fingertips up and down the inside of your thighs bringing moans of delight from you as they went close to your balls.

Jack

It really was the most fucking awesome thing I had ever experienced. Lying there on my front with my eyes closed, my legs wide open with my balls and arsehole on show I felt fantastic; perhaps I was an exhibitionist I wondered. Then when you started to massage my bum it just got better and when you went further and kept running your fingertips up my leg so that it almost touched my balls I thought I would explode. It got even more fucking horny though. 'What the fuck's she doing' I thought when I felt something in the crease of my arse, somewhere no one had been before? It rubbed right against my bumhole.

"Oh God Amanda" I groaned desperate to know what was happening.

I managed to turn my head and was nearly blown away. You were stark, bollock naked and was shoving your right tit in the crease of my arse. Mindblowing.

Amanda

I loved the look of shock, pleasure and excitement when you saw what I was doing. It made me feel good.

"Is that nice baby?" I asked.

"Oh Mandy it's absolutely fucking amazing" you groaned turning onto your side and showing your full erection to me. I moved and rubbed your cock with my boob.

"Good?"

"Oh yes, it's wonderful."

I leaned over you dangling my tits either side of your cock.

"Ever had a titty fuck Jack?"

"No of course not."

I pressed my tits together thus, wrapping them around your cock.

"Then fuck these Jack" I whispered revelling in watching you start to pump in and out of the surrogate cunt I was providing for you.

Jack

It wasn't actually that easy fucking your nice big, soft tits even though you held them together round my cock. I was on my back with you leaning over me squashing the two tits together so I had to arch my back to thrust in and out of your tit cunt. I found a way and struck up a rhythm just like a real cock, but I wanted more. Again as you usually did you anticipated my need and squirmed your body so I could get my hands on you. Your cunt knelt straddling my chest. And there just inches from my face was your cunt and arse. You whispered the most erotic and arousing phrase that had ever been directed.

"Lick me darling, suck aunty's cunt."

I had to lift up a bit to do that, but the reward was worth it for I tasted and felt your hot, warm cumjuices as I ;licked the length of your slit finding your clit at one end and your bumhole at the other. I moved my head away a little so I could see what was down there more clearly. I saw your pink, soaked lips, the innards of your cunt and the hole up the middle where my cock usually went. I saw the layers of skin at the front, and yes they were like petals, and the little mound of your clit between them. And at the back of your pussy I saw your bumhole. It was much darker almost brown than the rest of your skin and was sort of crinkled. Seeing all that and at the same time fucking your tits was getting to me. I had had some doubts as to whether I would be able to make it a tenth time in under twenty four hours, but I knew now I would not have that problem. 

I was still rubbing and then licking your cunt as my tongue slid along your lips and right onto your bumhole. You grunted, with pleasure, l hoped. God I was so excited. I had read about anal sex and had seen girls getting it up their arses on the net, but I had never until now ever really touched one. To make it even more exciting as my tongue touched it you obviously liked it for you sort of wiggled your bum. I reached up and ran my finger right over it. It was wet. I ran my finger along your slit and then right onto it. I pressed and you squirmed back. 'Fuck she wants it up her bum' I thought pressing a little harder as at the same time I licked your cunt and fucked your tits. My heart was pounding as I pressed on your hole. I wondered if you would stop me, but you didn't. I pressed harder and it slid in a bit. 'Surely she'll stop me now' I thought as my finger went in you past my fingernail and up to the first knuckle. You did nothing to stop me so I pressed harder. It went in further and you grunted. I was near to cumming, but managed to think of you in a grown up way so I waited until I heard you moaning. Your arse squirmed around and your body jerked as you grunted.




Incestuous 3some



"Oh yes baby, yes fuck aunty's arse, make me cum."

Amanda

As my orgasm broke over me from you finger fucking my arse I felt your cum spurting with one stream hitting me under my chin I collapsed on top of you my face falling right onto your sticky, still jerking cock. As I lay there recovering I heard the dreaded sound. 

'What's that' I thought, suddenly realising that the sound was a car on the driveway. And with even more dread I worked out that it must be Janis, my sister and your mum.



Incestuous Adventures Ch. 01



Monica sat waiting to meet her son Christopher's form teacher. It was the occasion of his final appraisal before the exams. James, her son's best friend, offered her a cup of tea but she declined.

'How are things going with you James?' Monica asked.

'Very well thank you, Mrs Williams,' he replied. 

'Have you seen Christopher?' 

'I think he was talking to my sister Jane in the Library,' James replied.

Christopher and James had been friends and classmates throughout their school careers; sharing a wide range of hobbies and interests. But now that they were both eighteen there was just one all consuming interest; girls. Christopher spent a lot of time at James' house, theoretically revising for his university entrance exams but in fact chilling out with Jane and her female friends and watching porn on the internet. They were both still virgins and James had been trying very hard to persuade his sister to let James fuck her. Jane was a little older than the two guys and had long since lost her virginity.

James watched as Monica and Christopher began their consultation with the school staff. He knew that Chris's mother was a widow and he wondered vaguely whether such an old woman would mind not having a man to have sex with. His own mother was some years older than Monica and he simply couldn't imagine his own parents having sex at all!

James' reverie was interrupted by his friend asking him if he and his sister wanted a lift home. In the car Christopher sat in the back with Jane while James sat beside Mrs Williams who was driving. 

As Monica got in the car she failed to notice that her skirt got caught up revealing a substantial amount of thigh up to and beyond her stocking top. James was too embarrassed to mention it but found his eyes were constantly drawn to the rather disturbing erotic sight which was revealed from time to time by the flashing street lights.

There was very little conversation from the back of the car. Christopher had quietly unzipped his flies and was making an exploratory journey up Jane's right leg under her dress. He was delighted when Jane grasped his erect member and began to stroke it gently. Thus encouraged Christopher continued is exploration of the top of Jane' thighs and soon was able to push aside the flimsy fabric of Jane's knickers and begin to probe her vagina. He was astonished when Jane abruptly stopped his probing and deftly removed her knickers completely. Now as she lay back with her legs parted Christopher was able to get a whole handful of fingers into Jane's juicy vagina. He was on the verge of orgasm and wondered desperately how he could avoid spurting his cum all over the car's upholstery when Jane came to his rescue and expertly trapped his ejaculation in her discarded knickers. As the car slowed down to drop off the passengers Christopher removed his sticky fingers from Jane's cunt, tucked his cock away and zipped up his flies. 

James got out of the car rather carefully; he didn't want Mrs Williams to notice that he had got an erection from contemplating her thighs. Jane looked back and grinned conspiratorially at Christopher before following her brother up to the front door of their home.

That night the two young men masturbated as usual but, instead of fantasising over pornographic images on their computers Chris imagined he was fucking James' sister while James contemplated the improbable delights of fucking Christopher's mother.

****

At James' house the following evening Chris informed his friend of his sexual progress with Jane. James wasn't in the least surprised as he had registered the pregnant silence from the back of the car. He wondered if he dared tell Christopher about his sudden obsession with Mrs Williams. Instead he asked Chris what his mother's first name was.

'It's Monica,' Chris said and looked at his friend curiously. 'Why do you want to know?'

James hesitated, wondering what he dare say.

'I think she's awesome,' he said finally' his face flushing red with embarrassment. 

'Awesome?' Chris said with astonishment. 'Do you mean you fancy her; she's a bit old for you isn't she? Christ!'

'I'm sorry,' James replied, 'please forget I said anything.'

For the first time in his life Christopher contemplated his mother as the object of someone's desire. Inevitably he had occasionally seen her in a state of undress and wearing a bikini but until this moment some sort of automatic censorship had prevented him from thinking of her as a sexual object. Any objective observer, however, would have noted that Monica was an astonishingly well preserved woman looking ten years younger than her age of forty-five. She still retained her hour glass figure and had the sort of large firm breast that most women can only dream of. Christopher gave his friend a playful punch on the shoulder.

'Whatever turns you on,' he said with a grin. 'If I lived at your house I know who I would like to fuck; your sister. Have you ever seen her naked?'

James grinned sheepishly. 'I take a peek at her having a shower sometimes.'

'Wow,' Chris said enviously. 'Does it give you get a hard on?'

James nodded. 

'Would you like to fuck her?' 

'Of course not,' James replied, 'she's my sister.'

'But you want to fuck my mother?' 

'Oh yes,' James replied, no longer embarrassed. 'Have you seen her naked?' 

'Not really,' Chris replied, 'just in her underwear.'

'Oh God, I'm getting hard just thinking about her in her lingerie; I need to have a wank!' James said.

'Me too,' Chris replied. They exchanged guilty looks

. 

'OK,' James agreed. 'Would you like me to steal a pair of Jane's knickers for you to wank into?'

'Wow, that would be great and I'll get a pair of mom's knickers for you tomorrow.'

James went out to the airing cupboard on the landing and quickly found a bra and knickers belonging to his sister. Back in the bedroom James locked the door before proposing that they strip naked. It took just a few seconds for them to remove their clothes. Feeling slightly embarrassed the two beautiful young men stood eying at each other's erections.

'Nice cock,' James said as he draped his sister's underwear on Chris's fiercely erect member. 'Do you want to wank off first?'

'OK,' Chris agreed. 'Have you got any lubricating cream?'

James rummaged in a drawer, handed a tube of lotion to his friend and watched curiously as Chris applied it liberally to his staining member. Finally he began to rub his cock with his left hand.

'Oh God this is nice,' he gasped. 'But not as nice as having my cock up your sister's cunt!'

Chris moaned in ecstasy as strong pulses of semen spurted from his member and into one of the cups of Jane's bra. 

'Now it's your turn,' Chris suggested. 'Why don't you wank off into the other bra cup?'

Chris watched as James began to masturbate. 

'Are you thinking about fucking my mother?' 

'Of course,' James gasped. 'I'm lying on top of her fucking her as hard as I can. Oh God, oh yes, aaahhh.' The other cup of Jane's bra received its copious sticky injection. 

'Shall I tell you something really gross?' Chris asked. 'I'd like your sister to wear this bra with our wet cum in it.'

'Well I'd rather just wank off all over your mothers tits.' James replied, emboldened by his friend's frank confession. 'She's got beautiful big tits. Have you ever seen them?'

Chris shook his head. By now the two virile young men were erect again.

'Let's do it again,' James suggested, 'but this time I'll think about fucking my sister while you think about fucking your mother.' 

'Definitely not,' Chris quickly replied. 

'Well how about if you toss me off while I toss you off?' James suggested.

'Isn't that a bit pervy? Chris replied.

'Not as pervy as me wanting to have sex with your mother,' James replied with a grin. 'And now I'm going to toss you off using my cum to lubricate your cock.'

Not a word was spoken as the two young men began to massage each others firm members; just the occasional murmur of pleasure and delight.

'Are you ready?' James gasped, let's cum together. Moments later, writhing with orgasmic pleasure, both boys fired synchronised sprays of semen at their respective stomachs.

****

At the weekend, Chris sneaked into his mother's bedroom and selected a pair of delicate transparent knickers for his friend. Back in his own bedroom as he examined the flimsy garment he began to feel very horny. Feeling rather guilty he unzipped his trousers and began to play with his cock. 

Without warning his mother popped her head round his door to tell him James had arrived. Chris hastily tried to stuff his prick back inside his trousers but not before Monica saw her son's erection for the very first time. In fact it was the first erection she had seen since her husband died two years ago. She found it rather disturbing. She was living once again in a house with a virile young man whom she had just caught masturbating with a pair of her knickers.

James looked up at Monica as she descended the stairs taking in the view of her shapely seductive thighs and an exciting brief view of her knickers. When he reached his friend's bedroom he was immediately became aroused when he heard what had just happened. 

'So you do want to fuck your mother?' he said with a grin.

'I don't know,' Chris replied.

'Well I do,' James admitted frankly. 'Let's lock the door and have a wank while we think about it.' The two youths stripped off their clothes. Chris gave his mother's knickers to James who fingered the delicate material. 

'Very nice,' James murmured thoughtfully, 'just imagine these knickers have been so close to your mother's cunt.'

James wrapped the flimsy garment round his cock and began to masturbate.

'Tell me what you'r thinking about,' Chris demanded.

'I'm thinking about fucking your mother,' James said between rising gasps of pleasure

Chris watched as a fierce parabola of semen spurted out of James' cock and spattered on the bedroom mirror.

Now it was Chris's turn to perform; he realised that he rather enjoyed these mutual masturbation sessions. It seemed to heighten the pleasure. 

'Who are you fucking?' James asked as Chris rubbed himself vigorously. 'Oh God, oh yes,' Chris groaned as he fired his ejaculation into the palm of his hand. He stood with semen dripping from his hand.

'That was for Jane,' he said finally. 

Later, rather guiltily, they agreed to reversed roles and Chris finally addressed the forbidden fantasy of fucking his mother while James thought about having his sister.

****

Some days later Chris received a call from James on his mobile. James explained that his parents had gone away and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. His sister had agreed to give them both a bit of a thrill. He wouldn't elaborate on the 'phone but asked Chris to come round as soon as possible.

When Chris arrived at his friend's house he was admitted by Jane. She smiled at him in a conspiratorial manner.

'James is in his bedroom, why don't you join him.'

Chris hurried upstairs in a fever pitch of excitement.

'What's happening; is she going to let me fuck her?'

'I don't know,' James replied. 'That's something you'll have to negotiate yourself.'

'Well why did you invite me to come round,' Chris asked in disappointment.

'Because Jane has agreed to let us see her naked if she can watch us wank off.' His friend coolly replied.

'Wow!' Chris exclaimed and felt an immediate surge of sexual excitement.

The bedroom door opened and Jane entered. She was still fully dressed.

'I'm not taking my clothes off until you guys get naked,' Jane said.

The two young men looked at each other before slowly beginning to undress. Soon they were both naked but rather surprisingly neither one had an erection.

'Well, that's a bit of a let down,' Jane said with a grin. 'Let's see if I can do something about that.'

Jane unfastened the buttons on her blouse and took it off. 

'Nice bra,' Chris said nervously; his prick was beginning to grow.

She slipped off her skirt then deftly removed her bra. Her brother thought she was cute rather than sexy; but never-the-less his sexual member was now rampant. Jane took her knickers off and stood before her companions wearing just her hold up stockings and shoes. 

Chris contemplated her perfect unblemished naked body. Jane had pert thirty-four inch B cup breasts and deliciously curvy hips. Her pubic area had a light covering of pubic hair which failed to cover her slightly parted labial lips. Without saying a word her body gave out the unequivocal message "I want your sexual fluids so that I can make babies.'

Both young men were now unashamedly masturbating and shortly thereafter Jane's naked body was the recipient of a fierce double volley of semen all over her small firm breasts. She exclaimed in surprise at the intensity and volume of sexual fluids now oozing down her body.

'You guys produce a lot of stuff,' she finally observed. 'I think I need to take a shower.'

To be continued...



Incestuous Adventures Ch. 02



I would like to express my thanks to all those readers who commented so helpfully on part 1 of my story. In part 2, I hope I have responded to two particular concerns, namely that the pace of my story was too quick and not long enough. Please keep your comments coming; they are both useful and encouraging. LC10

At the end of part one Jane has undressed to stimulate her brother James and his friend Chris to masturbate in front of her; as a result she gets rather sticky! Now read on. 





Back in her bedroom Jane stepped into the shower and washed away the semen ejaculated onto her body by her brother James and his friend Chris. She had never previously observed two young men masturbating; it was a much more explicit activity than female masturbation. It was clear that men could rapidly achieve a pleasurable outcome whether they were looking at a real live naked woman, an image on a computer screen or a fantasy woman in their head. 

Jane was not a virgin and had had a number of mainly unsatisfactory couplings with young men who were quite simply unable to control themselves long enough to sexually satisfy her. She also had some acquaintance with an older much more experienced sexual partner which only compounded her frustration. Her brother had several times suggested that she should allow his best friend to fuck her but her previous experience had taught her that it would be a very one sided affair.

As she stepped out of the shower Jane began to consider a rather daring idea; if one young man couldn't satisfy her perhaps two could. But would her brother agree? After drying herself she stood contemplating her body in a full length mirror. She was just less than five feet five inches tall with long black hair and greenish grey eyes. Her pert thirty-four inch breasts require no support or uplift from a bra; hips swelled seductively from her slim waist and presented her almost bare pubis to maximum seductive advantage above her long shapely legs. She was a dish; no man, not even her brother, would be able to resist her.

Jane pulled on a pair of black fishnet hold up stockings and stepped into a pair of high heeled shoes. Again she studied her image in the mirror; sheer perfection. Finally she arrayed herself in a semi-transparent flame red camisole which was just long enough to conceal her vagina; her brother and his friend were about to have a night to remember.

****

Back in James' bedroom the two young men were uncertain whether Jane intended to return. They wondered whether perhaps she was waiting for them to come to her room. James said he would like to watch Chris fucking his sister. Needless to say both of them became aroused at this prospect but were reluctant to masturbate as they wanted to be fully available should Jane return. Finally James agreed to go and find his sister.

He walked naked into her bedroom without knocking and was greeted by the seductive sight of his sister wearing black fishnet stockings, heels and a flimsy red camisole through which the outline of her body was clearly visible.

'Wow sis you look fucking gorgeous,' James said. He walked towards her as she backed away towards the dressing table. James placed his hands on the cheeks of her arse and pulled her towards him with his rampant cock pressing into her pubic area. He kissed her passionately on the mouth.

'I don't care if you are my sister, I want to fuck you.'

Jane offered no resistance when he pushed her down on the adjacent bed. Jane spoke for the first time.

'Where's Chris?'

'Never mind Chris, I want to fuck you now.'

'No.' Jane said calmly, 'get Chris first, and then you can fuck me and so can Chris.'

'I'm here,' said Chris standing naked in the doorway.

There was a pause while the three young friends looked at each other; momentarily uncertain how to proceed. Jane took charge.

'So which of you guys is going to fuck me first?' she asked as she lay back and opened her legs wide in invitation. Both boys stared transfixed with lust at the glorious sight of Jane's wide open cunt glistening with sexual juices. Chris and James were still unsure of the protocol of the bizarre situation. 

'Go ahead Chris,' James said finally. 'Fuck her, fuck her hard!'

Chris lay down heavily and clumsily on Jane's lithe young body and somehow managed to slide his cock into her cunt. 

'Oh God!' he moaned with ecstasy; the warm delicious slippery sensation was just too overwhelming; Chris had never had his prick inside a woman before. He began to slide it in and out and immediately erupted into a frenzied ejaculation. 'Sorry,' he gasped, 'I just couldn't stop myself cuming.'

'Never mind,' Jane said tersely. 'James come on, your turn; try and delay your cum for a bit longer. You guys have got a lot to learn; a woman likes some pleasure as well you know.'

James lay on top of his sister and slid his stiff member up inside her. Jane gave a small cry of pleasure as he entered; his sexual organ was slightly fatter than his friend's and made more intimate contact with Jane's warm juicy cunt. Intent on giving a better performance that his friend; James managed to last fully twenty seconds before firing his sticky load. The incestuous couple clumsily disentangled themselves and Jane got up off the bed. 

'Let's have another go when you two guys are hard again,' Jane suggested with some degree of frustration. She walked over to her dressing table and got a well thumbed sex manual out of the drawer. We'll try it this way she suggested, showing them an illustration with a woman sitting astride a man's cock. In theory at least, the two boys were familiar with the girl on top position having masturbated many times while watching such manoeuvres on their computers.

Jane felt a tickling sensation on her body and noticed that semen was oozing down her thighs towards her stockings. She kicked off her shoes, swiftly removed her hose and carelessly cast aside her flimsy camisole. Now completely naked, she was pleased to see that her lovers' cocks were already stiffening with desire. 

Once again Jane took charge and instructed the two eager youths to lies down side by side on her bed. She straddled Chris's torso and gently lowered herself down onto his now rampant member. Jane began to ride slowly up and down and instructed Chris to tell her if he was getting too excited. In the event it was Jane who became aroused and was soon carried away by the ecstasy of her own feelings. After three minutes of fucking Chris erupted once again. Jane quickly transferred herself onto her brother's cock and continued in her frenzied screaming approach to her first genuine orgasm. Such was the ferocity of her climax that the inexperienced youths thought at first that they had caused her some physical pain as she collapsed in a final paroxysm of pleasure and lay gasping between them.

'That was fucking marvellous,' she exclaimed. 'Thank you.'

James headed off downstairs and raided his father's wine cellar. He soon reappeared with glasses and an open bottle. They sat around sipping their drinks; temporally sexually sated. Before long however they turned their attention back to Jane's sex manual.

'Have you guys ever tried oral sex?' Jane enquired. Both of them had to confess that they hadn't, except vicariously when watching pornography on their computers.

'If you guys can make me come by tonguing my cunt I'll suck you both off,' she promised.

'Shouldn't we all take a shower first,' said James fastidiously, observing the semen oozing out of Jane's cunt. 

Twenty minutes later, when they were all fresh and clean from the shower, Jane took charge again. She lay down on her bed with her legs spread wide apart and her feet resting on the floor. Chris knelt down on the floor and examined Jane's gaping vagina at close quarters. He probed her juicy interior with his fingers causing a further expansion of her sexual orifice. Tentatively he brushed her fleshy pleasure zone with his tongue. Jane squirmed with delight. Chris continued more vigorously while James looked on, toying gently with his erection. Chris pressed his face close to Jane's cunt and using a combination of fingers, tongue and nose began to seriously pleasure her. Fifteen minutes later, his face covered in the young woman's sexual juices, he moved back and allowed James to take over. 

Jane was in no hurry to call it a day. She was experiencing the most blissful pleasure. With just the occasional murmured instruction to her brother she gently writhed in complete ecstasy for a further ten minutes. Finally, after fierce orgasmic spasms, she pushed her brother's face away and lay spread-eagled, motionless and satiated, oblivious to the lecherous regard of her lovers. Finally she opened her eyes and saw Chris and James standing erect and expectant beside her prone figure. She got up off the bed and immediately went down on her knees in front of the two eager young men.

'OK guys, its payback time,' she said with a smile. 

She delicately licked off the precum oozing out of Chris's prick; then a thought occurred to her and she drew back.

'I want to know how big you guys are. Just wait while I get a tape measure from mom's sewing basket.'

'Come on sis; stop teasing we need to cum, big time.'

Undeterred, Jane carefully measured the length and circumference of the two boys cocks. Finally she pronounced on her findings.

'You'r both seven inches long but James is a bit fatter and I certainly felt the difference the first time he went in.'

Once again Jane went down on her knees in front of Chris and began to lick his firm extension. Soon her warm juicy lips embraced his prick.

'Oh God, it feels just like your cunt. Oh God Oh God I'm cuming'

Fierce jets of spunk pulsed into Jane's mouth and flowed down her chin.

'Now you James,' she mumbled her mouth full of Chris's ejaculant.

James had no time for gentle sucking; he quickly wanked himself to a climax and spurted his white fluid all over his sister's face. He sighed with pleasure.

'Wow, that felt good and just look at your white fucky face!' he said with a laugh.

Jane got to her feet half blinded with semen.

'Someone get me a tissue,' she demanded.

****

At half-term Chris came up with the idea of having a beach party with his friends. James was keen for Monica to come along as well; he wanted to see her in a bikini. Initially she was reluctant, thinking she would spoil the young people's fun, but finally agreed

After the sexual orgy that the two boys had enjoyed with Jane they were keen for some further excitement. Chris promised to leave James alone with his mother; he was in any case looking forward to fucking Jane again, hopefully with a bit more expertise.

The day of the picnic dawned hot and sunny. They bathed in the warm sea before returning to the seclusion of the sand dunes to dry off and eat their picnic. Quite unselfconsciously Jane took off her bikini top and dried her breasts with a towel. 

'That seems like a good idea,' Monica said. 'I hate sitting around in a wet swimsuit. If you boys don't mind I'll take my top off too.'

For the first time, the two youths had a sight of Monica's breasts in all their magnificent glory. It got even more exciting when both women began to rub sun cream into their gorgeous tits.

'God, I wish I'd got breasts like yours,' Jane said frankly. 'Have you ever been a model?'

Monica shook her head, feeling slightly embarrassed. She could hardly fail to notice the effect she was having on her son and his friend whose erections were clearly outlined through their thin swimming trunks. 

It seemed like paradise. Emboldened by two glasses of wine Christopher invited Jane to stroll along the beach with him. As they walked away, Jane looked at Chris's cock straining to spring out of his trunks.

'Is that for me or your mother?' she said provocatively. 

'For you of course,' he said rather too quickly to be convincing.

'Are you quite sure,' she said mischievously.

'Of course,' Chris replied, conscious that he was blushing.

'You want to fuck your mother, don't you,' Jane teased relentlessly. 'Don't worry about it; if you promise not to tell anyone I'll tell you something you may find really shocking.' 

As they strolled along the shore they noticed a man's bottom rising rhythmically up and down in the dunes and heard his partner's gentle gasps of pleasure as they engaged in sexual intercourse. Jane looked at Christopher and grinned.

'They look as though they're enjoying themselves; shall we have some fun too?'

Chris needed no further encouragement and the eager couple quickly sought out a place of seclusion in the dunes. Jane slipped off her bikini bottom while Chris struggled to disentangle his cock from his trunks. Finally he succeeded and the libidinous pair lay down together united in naked lust.

Twenty minutes later the young lovers were still amorously entwined. Chris had already fucked Jane twice and they remained closely coupled as Chris's cock slowly subsided inside Jane's vagina.

'Now what's this dirty secret you've got? It can't be worse than letting your brother fuck you; you sexy bitch!'

Jane eased herself away so that Chris's soft cock flopped out of her cunt. She stared earnestly into his eyes.

'First of all you've got to promise me you will never ever tell anyone about what I'm about to tell you. If my mother ever found out she'd kill me!'

'Alright, alright,' Chris agreed, now thoroughly intrigued. 

'It started a few months after my eighteenth birthday,' Jane began in a quiet voice. 'For some reason, my mother and James had gone out for the evening. Dad and I were alone in the house. I had just taken a shower and I was lying on the bed reading, wearing my flimsiest dressing gown, when the telephone rang. My father shouted up that one of my friends wanted to speak to me. I came down to the hall, picked up the 'phone and began to chat. As I talked my flimsy gown fell open and my semi-naked body was reflected in the full length hall mirror. I was quite pleased by my reflection and I began to move and pose in various positions as I continued talking to my friend. Suddenly in the background I noticed my father's reflection; he was staring intently at my naked body. I hastily fastened my gown and shortly afterwards finished my call and returned to my bedroom. 

A few moments later my father came in and sat down on the edge of my bed smiling and asked how it felt to be a grown up woman at last. I said something appropriate. He asked me about my boyfriends and said he would like to give me some advice regarding young men and that I could ask him absolutely anything. 

Then he began to ask me rather personal questions about what I did with boys. Did I let them touch me in intimate places like my breasts and vagina? Had I ever played with a boy's sexual organ? Had I ever seen a naked man? I answered yes to most of his questions, relieved that he wasn't annoyed. He asked me about porn and whether I watched it. Of course I had to admit I did. When I told him I had never seen my boyfriends naked he asked if I would like to see him naked. I hesitated, unsure what to do. I had always regarded my father as a very handsome man so my curiosity was aroused. I smiled weakly and nodded in assent. He said he had a book that would help in my sexual relations with boys and he left the room to fetch it. 

When he returned he was wearing just a dressing gown and carrying an illustrated sex manual; it's the one I showed you last week He sat down again on my bed and began to show me pictures of couples engaged in sexual intercourse in various positions. His gown was loosely tied and his fully erect sexual organ was sticking out. I was too surprised to say or do anything. He put his hands on my shoulders and gently pulled my dressing gown down so that my breasts were exposed, then reached over and touched them while murmuring something about how beautiful I was. 

He stood up and threw aside his dressing gown. Even though he is fifty-five years old he has a magnificent well toned athletic body. I felt twinges of sexual pleasure in my vagina; here was my very own rampant sexual Godfather. He beckoned me towards him. As I got off the bed my dressing gown fell to the floor, now I was naked too. He asked me if I would like to hold his cock and shuddered with pleasure as I gently fondled his huge erection. I found out later that he was nearly eight inches long. He began to finger my vagina which immediately flooded with sexual juices and rapidly opened up until he had all the fingers of one hand inside me. 

My father was now very excited and whispering obscene sexual endearments in my ear. I knew he was going to fuck me. I wanted him to fuck me. He backed me up against the wall, put his hands on my buttocks and in one swift movement lifted me up onto his cock and then lowered me down and penetrated deep inside me. I screamed with pleasure, twined my legs round his body and clasped him tightly to me. Now he was like a man possessed and began to fuck me relentlessly banking me hard against the wall while shouting obscenities in my ear. I begged him to stop but he was merciless. An erotic fire was burning fiercely deep inside my cunt. Whereas minutes before I had begged him to stop now I was screaming with pleasure and telling him not to while adding my own quota of obscenities to the exchanges. I almost passed out as I began to orgasm and I heard his groans of pleasure as pumped his sexual fluid into my pulsating cunt.

Gently he lowered me to the floor and, since I could barely walk, helped me back to the bed where I lay down feeling relaxed and utterly fulfilled. How lucky I was to have had my first taste of sexual intercourse from such a consummate expert.

Dad stood at the foot of the bed looking down at me. I watched with fascination as his cock began to slowly swell back to life. He took hold of my ankles and pulled me down the bed until my feet rested on the floor. After stretching my legs widely apart he placed one leg on my dressing table stool and my other leg on an upright bedroom chair. Everything was done so precisely that I realised he must have done this many times with my mother. He dropped down on his knees and began to caress my cunt with his tongue. Occasionally he pushed a single finger inside me and probed around for my 'G' spot while continuing to tongue me. My whole body dissolved into an exquisite haze of unceasing sexual pleasure. I writhed and screamed in uncontrollable delight. Rather absurdly I thought how lucky my mother was to have such pleasure available on a daily basis.

Jane looked at Chris. 'Do you think I'm a wicked girl?'

'Oh yes,' Chris said, 'And I just love to fuck wicked girls. Open your legs you wanton slut!' 

'I haven't finished yet,' Jane said, 'or rather my father hadn't. He climbed up onto the bed and straddled me. His enormous cock was only inches from my face. It was obvious he wanted me to take it in my mouth; but I couldn't. He reached over to my bedside table and picked up a bottle of hand cream and asked me to rub it on his prick. After I had been rubbing him for about thirty seconds he ejaculated about six strong pulses of his sticky fluid all over my face. He moved away and put his dressing gown back on and asked me if I had enjoyed it. I nodded. Before he left he warned me not to tell anybody about what had happened and promised to fuck me again. 

'And did he? Chris asked.

'Oh yes whenever James and mom aren't around. He must have fucked me at least fifteen times and he finally taught me how to suck him off as well.'

'Wow, you are a naughty girl.' Chris said 'and you've made me feel very horny. Come and sit on my cock.'

To be continued.



Incestuous Adventures Ch. 03



Many thanks to my faithful readers; particularly the one who explained the difference between quotation marks and apostrophes to someone querying my grammar.

*

Monica watched as her son walked off down the beach with Jane and disappeared into the sand dunes.

'Have you got a girl friend, James?' she enquired.

James shook his head and blushed. He could hardly tell Monica that the only girl he had been intimate with was his sister. 

'I expect Jane and Chris are lovers aren't they?' she said, smiling. James nodded in confirmation. Monica stared at the prominent bulge in James' trunks. 'If my breasts are disturbing you, I'll put my top back on.'

'Oh no, please don't do that, your breasts are so lovely,' James said, blushing slightly.

'Then perhaps you would put some sun cream on my shoulders James, I can't really reach myself.' 

James took the proffered lotion and moved closer to Monica. His cock was so hard that it ached; the fact that it was so tightly constrained by his trunks only made matters worse. He began to apply the cream to Monica's shoulders and upper back, conscious that her breasts were just a finger tip away from his touch. 

'Why don't you take your trunks off James,' Monica said quietly, 'you look very uncomfortable.'

'Well I er I don't think I er but Mrs Williams,' his voice trailed away in embarrassment. 

Monica looked him straight in the eye and smiled, 'I won't look if you don't want me to James.'

Kneeling up behind Monica, James slid his trunks down and his cock sprang out. It was such a relief. As he struggled to get the tight garment below his knees the tip of his erection brushed against Monica's back leaving a faint trail of precum. 

'Oh, please excuse me Mrs Williams,' James said, now acutely embarrassed. 

He continued to apply sun cream to Monica's back and shoulders.

'You can rub some cream on my breasts if you want to,' Monica said casually.

James poured a liberal portion of lotion onto his hands then reached round and placed them on Monica's breasts. He gave an involuntary gasp of pleasure at the delicious tactile sensation of their smooth and slippery surface. Encouraged by Monica's relaxed sighs of contentment, he became bolder and more assertive in his massaging of her glistening orbs.

'Why don't you come round and kneel in front of me?' Monica asked, 'then you could have a closer look at my tits.'

James was slightly shocked to hear Monica use the word tits; it didn't seem somehow respectable to hear Chris's mother utter such a vulgar word. Monica was sitting back on her heels with her knees splayed apart. James shuffled round and knelt between her open legs; his cock was touching her cream covered tits. He was too embarrassed to look her in the eyes; he thought to do so would somehow confirm his entirely inappropriate lust, as if his stiff member prodding her breasts was not indication enough. 

Monica began to tease him by brushing her breasts against his cock. He gasped with delight and responded by moving his prick slowly backwards and forwards with simulated fucking motions. Monica took his fierce extension in her hand; savouring its demanding hardness. It had been so long since a man had fucked her. She sensed a sudden urgency as James tensed and groaned and moments later painted her breasts with six strong pulses of semen. 

'Oh, oh!' James gasped with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment, as he watched the sticky emission slowly trickle downwards, 'please excuse me Mrs Williams.'

'I do wish you'd stop calling me Mrs Williams,' Monica said coolly, as she reached for a towel to clean away his ejaculation. 

'Please don't,' James blurted out, 'can I take a picture of your tits with my mobile?'

'Alright,' Monica agreed, 'then I think perhaps we should start getting ready to leave, Jane and Chris will be back soon.'

As he was taking pictures, James remembered Chris's lewd remark about wanting to see a woman put her bra back on over her semen covered tits.

'Please don't clean my cum off. I'd like to think of it staying on your tits until you take a shower.'

Monica shrugged. 'You're quite a kinky guy aren't you? Look in my bag and get my underwear out.' 

Monica slipped off her bikini bottom and waited for James to find her bra and knickers. James was already feeling horny and his cock stiffened in instant homage to her naked body.

'My God, you young guys are horny!' Monica exclaimed. In the distance she could see Jane and Chris heading back towards them. 'Come here,' she said urgently. 'She lubricated her hand with lotion, took hold of James' cock and began to wank him off. 'You'll have to excuse me,' it's a long time since I last did this.'

Ten seconds later Monica's breasts were covered with a second sticky volley from James' prick. Monica quickly clipped on her bra and put her sun dress on. There was no time for knickers. 

'Get dressed James,' she hissed urgently; James was still savouring the pleasure of his second orgasm.

'When can I see you again?' James asked as he put his T shirt and shorts back on.

'Well you are always welcome at our home as you know James,'

'That's not what I meant,' James said,' when can I see on your own?'

Monica continued to pack away the picnic basket, apparently oblivious to his question. It had been such a long time since she had been with a man and he was such a handsome beautiful youth, almost as handsome as her son. In her mind she debated the morality of seducing an eighteen year old boy. Morality lost out to lust.

'Phone me next week' Monica said finally.

James decided not to ask any more questions.

By the time Chris and Jane returned James was helping Monica pack the picnic basket for their return journey home. ****

It was several days before Chris and James got together to discuss the happenings during their beach party. James was glad to hear of Chris's success with Jane and keen to explain the outcome of his liaison with Monica. Chris looked expectantly at James.

'So, what happened?'

'It was awesome,' James replied. 'She let me rub sun block on her tits; just feeling them was almost enough to make me cum.'

'I'm getting horny just thinking about it,' Chris replied, gently brushing the erection growing in his trousers. 

'Then she asked me to take my trunks off and began to rub her tits against my cock. I shot my load all over her almost immediately. She let me take a photo on my phone.' 

James passed his phone to Chris so that he could look.

'Let's download it onto my computer.' Chris suggested. 'It will look great full size.'

Two minutes later the two boys were closely examining the image.

'How did you manage to produce so much cum?' Chris asked. 

'I got hard again, and she wanked me off,' James explained.

'I want to wank now,' Chris said urgently...

'Then she put her bra back on with my cum all over her tits,' James continued

'Oh my God!' Chris exclaimed. Let's get naked and have a wank together.' He quickly undressed and James followed suit. 

'When are you going to fuck her? Chris asked as he gentle tweaked his stiff member.

'I don't know, soon I hope. She asked me to 'phone her this week' James watched Chris gently masturbating while looking at the image of his mother on the screen. 'Do you always use your left hand to wank off?' Chris stopped to consider the question.

'Yes I think so; it seems the natural thing to do. Don't you?'

'Yes I do,' James replied. Now here's a fundamental problem for you to consider, do left handed guys wank off using their right hands?'

'I don't know,' Chris answered tensely, 'and right now I want to cum!'

Chris stood back against the door of his bedroom, pointed his cock upwards and fired a parabolic salvo of semen down the room where it landed about two metres away on the carpet.

'I needed that,' Chris said with a satisfied sigh. 'I just can't stop thinking about you cumming all over mom's tits.'

'I'll see if I can shoot my cum further than you,' James said competitively. He stood where Chris had stood against the door and began to rub himself. 'I need some lubrication,' he decided 

After his friend had passed him some hand cream James quickly brought himself to orgasm but his ejaculation dropped short of Chris's sticky mess on the carpet. 

'Trouble is I've already wanked off twice today,' James offered by way of explanation for his shortfall. 'I can't stop thinking about your mother's tits.'

****

Later that week James got in touch with Monica and they arranged to meet early the following Saturday in a large shopping complex in the town centre. Without making obvious contact they mingled with the weekend shoppers as James followed Monica down towards the adjacent car park where he quickly got into her car. She immediately drove off and headed out of town towards the motorway.

'Where are we going?' James asked, finally breaking the silence.

'There's a motel about twenty miles from here. I don't think we're likely to meet anyone we know' Monica replied. 

James turned towards Monica and studied her appearance for the first time. She was wearing a white blouse under a black two piece business suit with a knee length skirt and black stockings. That way, she thought, she would blend in with the usual clientele of such places. James placed a speculative hand on her knee and slid it upwards and established that she was wearing stockings and suspenders. 

'Please don't,' Monica said, 'I can't concentrate on driving if you start touching me.'

James apologised and quickly withdrew his hand. 

'Most girls I know wear hold ups,' he said, just to make conversation. 

'Unfortunately James I am not a girl, but your best friend's mother and my generation have always found stockings and suspenders highly erotic. Please don't make me feel guiltier than I already do, seducing a young boy.' They drove along in silence for a few miles. 'Are you a virgin,' Monica finally asked.

'Oh no,' James responded quickly then hastily corrected himself. 'Yes, I am a virgin.' James had no wish to explain his relationship with his sister. 

Monica glanced across at him and smiled.

'Don't worry about it. Even I was a virgin once, a very long time ago.'

Arriving in the Motel car park, Monica asked James to remain in the car while she went into reception to book a room. The man in reception looked at her in a world weary way when she asked for a room with a double bed and concluded that her lover must be a lazy sod if he had sent her in to book. Barely able to keep the sarcasm out of his voice, he asked if they would be requiring breakfast in the morning. Monica didn't respond to his insinuation, paid for the room in cash and took the proffered key. It all felt rather sordid and shameful; the receptionist clearly assumed that she was a prostitute.

Back in the car park she collected James and picked up her small case. Monica was glad that the desk was unmanned when they re-entered the hotel and headed off down an anonymous corridor to find their room. It was a typical three star hotel bedroom with an adjacent bathroom. Monica opened the window to let in some fresh air but the distant drone of traffic on the motorway made her change her mind immediately. She closed the window and drew the curtains across. James stood looking at Monica, uncertain what to do. He watched as she removed her jacket and hung it up in the wardrobe. 

'Would you like a drink?' she asked. 'I've got a bottle of gin in my case. See if there is any ice in the fridge.'

Monica kicked off her shoes and unzipped her skirt while James located a tray of ice cubes in the fridge. After removing her skirt she put her shoes back on; it made her legs look better. Monica realised she would have to take charge.

'Why don't you undress James while I make some drinks?' 'Then you can undress me if you want to.' James was finally galvanized into action.

'I'll just take a shower,' he said and disappeared into the bathroom. 

Monica took her blouse off and reclined on the bed sipping her drink while she waited for her young lover to return. A few minutes later the sound of running water ceased and James emerged from the bathroom swathed in a towel. He stared in admiration and unbridled lust at Monica lounging decorously on the bed in cerise chemise, matching knickers and bra with black fishnet stockings held up by six taut suspenders straps. James cast aside his towel and advanced towards the bed, his stiff cock swaying slightly as he walked. A spasm of lust stirred in Monica's vagina; it was over two years since she had last had a man. She swung her legs down onto the floor and stood up then quickly stripped off her chemise.

'Why don't you take my knickers off James,' she suggested quietly. 

His hands trembling with lust, James knelt down and eased her knickers down her thighs noting subconsciously that Monica had threaded her suspender straps inside her knickers. Gravity took over and the flimsy garment slipped down to her ankles and was quickly flicked aside. James continued to kneel with his face was just inches from Monica's vagina. She parted her legs slightly so that James could see that her labial lips were already opening to expose her pale pink juicy interior.

Monica gently pressed James head forward so that his face was in intimate contact with her expanding pink slit. He was glad that he had already acquired some experience of cunnilingus, licking his sister's cunt previously. Monica sat back down on the edge of the bed and coiled her legs round the back of James' neck; he was a willing prisoner in paradise. Using his tongue, lips and nose he began to caress Monica's ever expanding cunt. Soon his face, lips and mouth were suffused with her copious sexual juices and what had previously been a discreet tight vaginal orifice had changed into a raging juicy larva flow of female lust. Monica began to writhe and twist while exhorting her lover in obscene detail how to continue pleasuring her. With his face crushed tightly into her cunt he could feel her rising orgasmic spasms. Each spasm was greeted by increasingly loud cries and gasps of orgiastic delight finally followed by long low moan of ecstatic pleasure. 

She untwined her legs from James' neck and lay back with her legs wide apart and savoured the pleasure of her first man made orgasm for years. James contemplated her gaping cunt through eyes stinging with her cum fluids. His cock was aching with pent up desire. He noticed that Monica had forgotten to take off her bra and wondered if he should do it for her.

Monica slowly got to her feet and unclipped her front fastening bra finally revealing her perfect large breasts. She smiled at James.

'God James, that was nice, you gave me a wonderful cum. I can't believe you are a virgin, you must have done that to a girl before.' James looked away, embarrassed while she admired his straining prick. 'I think your stiff friend needs some exercise now.' 

By now James had got to his feet. Monica knelt down in front of him and cautiously took his erection in her hand and licked the oozing precum off his tip before enveloping his first three inches in her mouth. He sighed with pleasurable recognition; her mouth was warm, moist and slippery just like his sisters cunt. In the two days prior to their meeting James had deliberately refrained from masturbating as he wanted to extract maximum pleasure from his assignation. Now his erotic metabolism was on a very short fuse and he flooded Monica's mouth with a fierce six pulse ejaculation of semen.

After James withdrew his cock from her mouth Monica got to her feet and opened her mouth to speak. No clear words came out just a blurred gurgling as her vocal chords were suffused with semen which also began to ooze out of her mouth and down her chin. James understood from her mimed signals that she wanted a drink. After a few sips she put down the glass which now had a sticky white mark on the rim from her lips.

'Did you enjoy that James?' she finally enunciated. 'Wow, you certainly cum a lot don't you?' After cleaning her face with a tissue, Monica lay back down on the bed with James beside her. There was a knock on the door. Startled, James hastily covered his naked body with a sheet. Monica coolly slipped on her flimsy chemise and answered the door. It was the man from the reception desk.

'Is everything satisfactory with the room madam?' he enquired, while ogling her naked body beneath the semi-transparent chemise. His eyes flicked to the bed and noted the young man trying to hide is nakedness under a sheet.

'Yes thank you,' Monica responded. The receptionist paused trying to think of a reason to extend the conversation.

'You know we've got a restaurant next door? Or we can provide room service if you prefer' he persisted. 'Yes, we haven't decided yet,' Monica responded. She was getting irritated by his blatant ogling. 'Is there anything else? Perhaps you like me to take my top off so that you can get a closer look at my tits?' The receptionist backed off embarrassed and Monica closed the door and returned to the bed.

'Well at least I've given him something to think about when he has a wank,' she said with a grin. 'By the way, where do your mom and dad think you are today?'

'Oh they'll assume I'm at your house with Chris.' James replied.

'And what about if Chris rings your house to find out where you are?' Monica persisted.

'He won't,' James replied, 'he knows I'm with you.'

Monica paused to digest the significance of this remark and tried to remember exactly what she had said to her son when she left the house that morning.

'You discussed the details of our relationship with Chris?'

'Well he is my best friend,' James replied, 'he's known for some time that I wanted to fuck you. Actually,' he continued, 'I think he wants to fuck you himself!'

During the ensuing conversation James revealed the full details of the two friend's recent sexual activities including their liaison with Jane. He also admitted that he had shown her son his nude photo of her tits covered in his semen. Monica was astonished at the sexual precocity of the young people and concluded that they were sexually well in advance of her own generation. When James asked her to pose for some explicit nude photographs she concluded that there was no point in refusing now. 

Soon thereafter Monica was able to savour the pleasure of having a hard cock up her cunt for the first time in over two years. With brief periods for rest and recovery, Monica allowed James to fuck her five more times during their torrid afternoon of lovemaking. What a young man lacks in finesse he more than makes up for with his almost inexhaustible potency.

To be continued...



Incestuous Adventures Ch. 04



Several readers have enquired how many chapters there will be. I'm not absolutely certain yet but I think there will be about eight. Please keep the comments coming they may well change the direction, length and tone of my story.

In Part 3 Chris's friend James got to sleep with Chris's mother Monica who was not yet aware that her son lusted after her too. Now read on. 

*

Chris lounged on his sun bed in the garden trying to imagine what James and his mother were doing together. He assumed that they would have gone to a hotel somewhere. How he longed to be there himself, feeling his mother's tits, fingering her cunt and fucking her. His cock was very hard with the tip protruding out of the waistband of his shorts. The garden was completely private but Chris still glanced guiltily around before slipping off the restraining garment. His cock now pointed stiffly skyward. He reached down for the sun cream lying on the ground. What he needed right now was a long slow wank while he imagined he was fucking his mother. Chris squeezed some sun block into the palm of his left hand and began to gently caress his prick while he considered which position he wanted her to adopt for their first experience of sexual intercourse together.

'Wow, have I come at a bad time?' a woman's voice murmured.

Chris sat bolt upright, embarrassed and alarmed. Jane was staring down at him.

'I rang the doorbell and when there was no answer I came in the back gate' Jane said by way of explanation. 'You really ought to keep that gate locked. Do you often wank off in the garden?'

Jane casually sat down on the ground alongside Chris and watched his cock gently subsiding.

'Sorry I seem to have spoiled your fun. Would you like me to undress?' Without waiting for a reply Jane took off her blouse and skirt. 'Who were you thinking of just now to get such a big stiffy?' Suddenly, she remembered where she was. 'Where's your mother?'

'She's out with your brother,' Chris responded.

'Wow,' Jane said, 'does that mean what I think it does? I thought James seemed a little agitated this morning.'

'Yes, it means exactly what you think it does, he's fucking her somewhere.' Chris replied. 'Why are you here by the way?'

'I needed to get out of the house,' Jane explained. 'Mom was out for the day and I knew that when dad got back from golf he'd want to fuck me, if there was no one else in the house.'

'I thought you liked him fucking you.'

'Yes I do, but can you imagine the bust up if my mom found out. Anyway you'd think he'd have his hands full what with my mom and his receptionist.'

'Is he still having sex with your mom?' Chris asked curiously.

'Oh yes,' Jane explained. 'He even tells me what they do together. Apparently, mom's into bondage and likes him to handcuff her to the bed frame before he fucks her.'

'Have you seen them at it,' Chris asked, his prurience aroused. Jane shook her head.

'No, but I often hear them; my bedroom is next door to theirs.'

All this talk of sexual activity in Jane's family had caused Chris to get an erection again. Jane unfastened her bra and took her knickers off before straddling Chris as he lay on the sun bed and easing his cock into her cunt. Inevitably the stimulation was just too much for the young man to cope with and he ejaculated almost immediately. However, after a short period of recovery, Chris lay on top of Jane on the lawn and spent ten minutes pleasuring her to an orgasmic climax. Temporally satiated they lay side by side on the lawn looking up at the blue sky.

'Have you ever watched anyone else having sex,' Chris asked thoughtfully.

I assume you mean apart from porn DVDs and the internet? Jane asked. 

'Yes, of course, I mean real live people,' Chris responded. 'I think it would be fun.'

'Well you watched my brother fucking me, doesn't that count?'

'I suppose so,' Chris said doubtfully.

'Do you want to watch my brother fucking your mother?' Jane asked with a giggle, 'or do you just want to fuck her yourself? I noticed how aroused you both were when she got her tits out on the beach last week. God, I wish I'd got big tits like your mother,' Jane said with a sigh.

'You've got very nice tits and they'll get bigger as you get older,' Chris replied reassuringly. 'So what's your dad up to with his receptionist?' he asked, to change the subject.

'I don't really know any details,' Jane replied, 'but I'm pretty sure he fucks her in his surgery, in between patients.'

'Your dad's a dentist isn't he?' Chris asked.

'Yes, that's right, and the last time I had treatment he started feeling me up as soon as he had me reclined in the chair despite the fact that his lover was standing right beside him.'

Chris laughed, 'it gives a whole new meaning to the term "open wide" doesn't it.'

'Well I wasn't in the mood, not when I was so nervous about my dental treatment, so I told him to cut it out. Actually I bet his dentist's chair is a great place to have sex. I found out later that he'd has designed and built what he called a "sex chair" which is based on a dentist's chair but with much more flexibility so that a couple can move into a variety of positions. He's even taken out patents and he's been trying to find an organisation willing to take on the marketing and manufacture.' 

'Your father's really horny for an old guy isn't he,' Chris said, 'fucking three women on a regular basis.'

'And you know what,' Jane said, 'I think he sometimes fucks all three of us on the same day.'

'Wow, he must be one hell of a lover with all that experience,' Chris said in admiration.

'Well I haven't had that much experience,' Jane replied, 'but he always makes me cum when he fucks me. Perhaps your mom ought to get to know him; she hasn't been getting much sex since your dad died has she. Or perhaps you and James are going to take care of her now?'

'We're both off to Uni next month but I would love to have her a few times before I go,' Chris replied.

'Well what's stopping you; her bedroom is just across the landing from yours isn't it? Jane said. 

Chris nodded in agreement.

'I really need to get away myself before everything gets out of hand with my dad,' Jane said thoughtfully.

The two friends decided to go indoors to get something to eat. While Jane got dressed, Chris 'phoned for a pizza delivery and they drank a couple of beers from the 'fridge while they waited. 

Chris was glad to have Jane's company as they ate their meal; it helped to take his mind off thinking about his mother with James. Inevitably, after eating, they decided to go up to Chris's bedroom. There they took a shower together and engaged in mutual sexual fondling before emerging in a state of arousal ready for further sexual activity.

Some time later, as they lay resting on the bed, they were disturbed by the sound of Chris's mobile. It was a text message from James and also included several explicit nude photos of his mother.

Chris went over to his computer and downloaded the erotic images of his mother; his cock was hard again. Jane stood behind him looking at the photos and remarked on what a great body his mother had for a woman of her age. Chris stared intently at the photos and resolved to fuck her at the earliest opportunity. Jane began to caress his cock. Abruptly Chris dragged Jane over to the bed pushed her down forced open her legs rammed his cock up her cunt and fucked her fiercely for no more than ten seconds to relieve his pent up lust.

****

After Jane had gone home Chris sat staring vacantly at TV and wondering when his mother would return. He realised that he couldn't demand immediate sexual favours from his mother. As James had graphically revealed in his text message, Monica had probably already had more than her fill of young men's cocks for one day. The sound of his mother's car arriving on the drive stirred him out of his lethargy. He stood up and waited expectantly for his mother to enter the living room. He was disappointed. 

Monica ran straight upstairs to her bedroom; she was acutely embarrassed at the thought of confronting her son when he knew all about her liaison with his friend. She stripped off her clothes, ran a bath and immersed herself in the soothing balm of warm water. 

Downstairs, Chris realised what was happening and decided to make his mother a stiff gin and tonic and opened a beer for himself. He carried the drinks upstairs and entered his mother's bedroom making enough noise to ensure she was aware of his arrival. Her bathroom door was half open and he could see that his mother was fairly modestly covered with bath foam bubbles. He entered.

'I thought you might like a drink, mom,' he said. Monica smiled with a mixture of pleasure and relief. She shifted into a more upright position in the water to take the proffered drink exposing most of her breasts as a result.

'Thank you Chris,' she said, looking Chris straight in the eye. 'I assume you know what I have been doing today.' Chris nodded.

'James is a very lucky guy. I wish it had been me.'

'Yes, so James told me.' Monica paused to consider carefully what she was about to say. 'You and James are both off to university next month and I have decided to take a long cruise holiday. But for the next couple weeks you and James can have exactly what you want from me but then it has to stop. Is that clear?'

Chris nodded dumbly. Monica took a big gulp from her drink and stood up and stepped out of the bath. Chris saw his mother naked in the flesh for the first time. She began to towel herself dry before walking out into the bedroom and slipping on her dressing gown. Monica noticed the disappointment in Chris's eyes as she covered herself up.

'I'm sorry Chris, but after spending most of the day in bed with your friend James I'm shagged out; literally; perhaps tomorrow.'

****

In the event the encounter between Chris and his mother was postponed for several days. The very next morning Monica received a 'phone call from James' father, John Munroe, inviting her to meet him at his surgery that evening to discuss a family matter. She wondered if he had found out about her liaison with his son but he seemed quite amiable so she agreed to the meeting. 

The surgery door was lockeded when she arrived. After pressing the bell and identifying herself the door unlocked and she was instructed to ascend to the second floor. The surgery was a rambling old Victorian house which had been converted and was now fitted out with all the accoutrements of a modern dental practice. As she reached the second floor landing, a voice she recognised as James' father's guided her into his surgery. He apologised for the lack of conventional seating and suggested that she sat in his dental chair which he carefully adjusted to the upright position. She declined his offer of coffee.

'It was pure serendipity that prompted this meeting,' he began. 'Yesterday, I needed to send an urgent email to a relation of mine. Unfortunately I had left my laptop at work and as James was out I decided to use his computer. As I struggled to find my way around an unfamiliar computer I was surprised to come across a folder named "Monica". When I opened it I found this.' 

Mr Munroe passed her the photograph of Monica which showed her breasts covered in James' semen. 

'How did James come to have this?' Mr Munroe enquired.

Monica decided there was no point in prevaricating. 'Chris and I and your two children had a beach party a few weeks ago. After we had all been swimming Jane and I took our tops off to let them dry. 'I'm afraid this had a rather stimulating effect on the two boys and when James and I were alone together I encouraged him to ejaculate on my breasts.'

Mr Munroe smiled. 'So James is responsible both for the photo and for decorating your breasts?'

'Yes and yesterday I took him to the Silver Tower Motel and we became lovers,' Monica further volunteered.

Mr Munroe smiled, 'I really am most grateful to you Mrs Williams; it's so much better for a young boy to be initiated into sex with an experienced older woman.' 

'I'm glad you see it that way,' Monica responded, both our boys are off to university next month and that will be the end of the matter.'

'Quite right too,' Mr Munroe responded. 'While you're here I'd very much like your opinion on a special chair I've been working on. It's a sort of sex aid based on the standard dentist's chair.'

Mr Munroe unlocked a side door and lead Monica into a room with mirrored walls and ceiling. In the centre of the room stood a black leather chair which had a clear resemblance to a dentist's chair although it was much narrower. He suggested that Monica should sit in the chair while he demonstrated it's potential.

The chair was divided into three separately articulated sections and the whole assembly could be raised and lowered from the ground. In addition the lower section, on which the feet normally rested, had separate side wings which moved laterally to spread the legs apart. There were also side plates below the central section and retractable handles to enable a man to stand comfortably astride a woman lying on the chair and to manipulate the adjacent control panel. 

After removing her jacket, Monica took her seat in the chair which was parked in the semi-reclined position. She was wearing the same business suit that she had worn for her assignation with James. Her knee length skirt rode up slight as she settled into the chair so that the patterned edge of her hold-up stockings was exposed. The dentist pressed a button and the backrest declined into the horizontal position and then continued its backward motion until Monica's head was almost touching the floor. Mr Munroe now raised the whole assembly vertically while simultaneously lowering the section on which her feet were resting. Monica's body was now disposed in an arched posture from which she was powerless to release herself. 

Through the ceiling mirror she was able to watch as the dentist deftly unfastened her skirt and then, with one sharp pull, remove it completely. Mr Monroe walked to the other end of the chair and smiled down at Monica before casually ripping open her blouse and pulling it vigorously upwards prompting Monica to raise her arms to facilitate the complete removal of the torn garment. Before her companion could inflict any damage on her expensive bra she quickly unclipped it, slipped down the shoulder straps and cast it aside. Monica watched helpless as James' father cut her knickers off; now she was naked apart from her shoes and stockings. John Munroe paused to survey his handiwork.

'I would really like to take some photographs for promotional purposes for my invention Mrs Williams. Do you mind?'

'I don't seem to have much choice do I? Just make sure my face isn't visible.'

The dentist placed Monica's feet on the side wings of the apparatus and pressed another button. She watched in the ceiling mirror as she felt her legs spreading apart. As Mr Munroe started to take photographs Monica relaxed and her labial lips began to open. Finally the dentist put aside his camera and began to remove his own clothes. Soon he was naked apart from his white dentist's tunic. He presented a strange image as he approached the chair with his massive erection sticking out below his tunic and stood on the side plates straddling Monica. His large penis was nestling close to Monica's rapidly opening vagina. After a few preliminary manoeuvres he positioned the tip of his cock so that it gently penetrated her. 

Purely by operating the controls on his chair John now slid his prick deeply inside his partner. Monica sighed with pleasure. It had been so long since a mature experienced man had pleasured her. Rather disappointingly he now controlled the machine in a way which caused the lovers to draw apart. He indicted that they needed to change places and he lay down in the same arched position on his chair while Monica straddled him. It felt like she was sitting astride a horse with her feet dangling on either side. Soon she had arranged herself in a comfortable position with the full fat length of John's cock inside her. Again the inventor asked his lover to withdraw so that he could demonstrate several other features of his "fucking machine". 

Monica was beginning to find the inventor's enthusiasm for his apparatus, and its adaptability to every conceivable type of carnal contact between a man and a woman, rather frustrating. All she wanted now was some fucking pleasure from the inventor's large cock. 

Finally Monica was allowed to lay arched back and spread-eagled on the chair with John's magnificent weapon deep inside her. After carefully adjusting the controls John stood looking down on her while the machine executed fucking motions. Acting on her instructions he was able to continuously adjust the depth and rate of thrusting to optimise Monica's orgasmic pleasure. 

Fifteen minutes later Monica was satisfied and John stood aside and adjusted the chair to the seated position so that Monica could stand up. She contemplated her torn blouse and the tattered remnants of her knickers and asked Mr Munroe to dispose of them. Once dressed in her business suit she looked quite respectable again despite the absence of blouse and knickers. They both agreed that they should keep in touch.

Mr Munroe refrained from informing her of the remarkable fact that she was the third woman he had had sex with that day. Before leaving his house that morning, while his wife was still asleep in bed, he had slipped into his daughter's room and had sexual intercourse with her. On his lunch break, during a passionate interlude with his receptionist, she had permitted him to masturbate using her breasts. And that night he intended to fuck a fourth woman, his wife.

****

A week later, after some slightly embarrassed negotiations, Monica agreed to make herself sexually available to both her son Chris and his friend James. A date was set and James was invited to stay overnight with Monica and her son. Shortly afterwards the two boys were due to go off to University and Monica had resolved to book herself onto a four week cruise to the Mediterranean and the Canary islands.

To be continued.



Incestuous Adventures Ch. 05



The confusion over the titling of my novella in the index has now been resolved. In Part 5 below Chris finally gets to fuck his mother and Jane and Monica make plans for a get-away cruise to the Bahamas. Now read on and please keep the comments flowing.   *

The events of the past few weeks had conspired to stimulate in Monica a sense of a new beginning. Christopher and his friend James would soon be leaving home and going off to university. As a free-spirited widow, for the first time since her marriage many years ago, she was free to please herself entirely. But first she had to fulfil her promises to her son and his friend as well as bring her relationship with James's father to a conclusion. 

She had already decided that the best way to make a clean break with the past was to go away on a long holiday. Initially her thoughts had turned towards a Mediterranean cruise but finally she decided instead to fly to Tenerife for a short hotel break before embarking on a cruise to the Bahamas and the Florida Keys. What was to happen after that was left open for the time being. There had been much for Monica to do making arrangements for a prolonged absence from home and booking her holiday.

In the days prior to the assignation with her son and his friend both Chris and Monica had contrived to keep their face to face contacts to minimum. Even though they slept in adjacent bedrooms Chris had not attempted to cash in early on his mother's promise of sexual favours. For several days before the appointed date Chris had imposed a self denying ordinance against masturbation on himself despite frequent contemplative erections. He wanted to be at his potent best when pleasuring his mother.

When the appointed day arrived Chris was despatched in Monica's car to pick up James with instructions to delay their return for at least an hour. While her son was away Monica took some care with her preparations. While not strictly necessary (virile youths of eighteen would fuck a sack of potatoes if nothing else was available) she intended to present herself as a seductive whore. She wanted it to be a memorable occasion for all three of them.

Her underwear was scarlet comprising a half cup bra and matching semi-transparent mini briefs. She elected for black patterned hold up stockings rather than suspenders. Stockings and suspenders may be an aphrodisiac for older men but the younger generation tends to regard them as a rather quaint anachronism. Her full length black dress was slit to the waist on one side and fastened at the back with a long zip from waist to neck; she would need some help to unfasten it. 

When Monica's two eager lovers returned they found her lounging casually on a long spacious couch in the living room with her legs crossed. She rose and greeted them both with a gentle kiss on the lips. Chris found the gentle moist kiss from his mother electrifying; he had never experienced such intimate contact with her before.

Monica resumed her seat while Chris went into the kitchen to get a bottle of champagne from the 'fridge. James sat down opposite Monica and stared at her elegant, seductive long legs. 

'God, you look gorgeous,' he murmured. 

It is a curious feature of the seductive power of partial exposure to excite a man. James had already seen Monica completely naked and in an advanced state of sexual arousal but was still fiercely stimulated now by the thought of what still remained hidden beneath her clothing.

Chris returned and dispensed drinks before sitting down alongside James and looking expectantly at his mother.

'Here's to all of us,' Monica said, raising her glass in a toast. 'Now perhaps one of you gentlemen would help me get out of this dress.' She put down her glass and stood up. 'The zip is at the back,' she added by way of guidance. 

James got there first; there was a faint hissing sound as he pulled the zip gently all the way down. Monica executed a slight wiggle and the dress slid gracefully to the floor.

'Isn't she fucking gorgeous,' James exclaimed again. 

'Too fucking right,' Chris agreed.

'Why don't you two guys go and take a shower while I finish my drink,' Monica suggested.

The two boys went up to the bathroom and stripped off their clothes. They already had expectant erections.

Let's shower together,' James suggested, 'that way we get to fuck your mother sooner.'

Inevitably within the close proximity of the shower cubicle there was some genital contact between them. James briefly grasped Chris's cock before being told urgently to desist. It would have taken very little tactile contact to trigger ejaculations from either of the excited youths and they wanted to preserve all of their sexual juices for Monica. James confessed that the previous day he had accidentally cum just by thinking about fucking Monica without handling his prick at all.

As they dried themselves after showering they debated whether to go downstairs naked or to put dressing gowns on first. They opted for the bold approach and made a silent naked priapic descent of the stairs in a state of fierce sexual excitement.

Monica was unaware of their approach until the two boys appeared together in the doorway of the living room. From her position lying on a couch in her scarlet underwear she experienced a frisson of pure delight. In their youthful perfection her boys looked like Greek Gods with lithe long legs, sexual organs fiercely erect and lust blazing out of their eyes. Truthfully her delight was far from pure based as it was, on thoughts of sexual congress with her two young lovers.

Monica stood up and unclipped her bra to expose her breasts fully before deftly slipping off her knickers. Her two lovers mobbed her in a frenzy of delight; feeling, fondling, squeezing, kissing and gently penetrating.

'So have you decided which one of you is going to have me first?' Monica asked.

Chris had already decided that he had droit de seigneur rights as the son and drew his mother insistently towards the couch. James could wait a little longer as he had already spent a passionate afternoon in bed with Chris's mother. Mother and son sat close together on the couch while James looked on, until Monica suggested that they should perhaps lie on the floor where there would be less danger of Chris shooting his load all over the upholstery.

Chris sat astride his mother with his erect penis touching her swollen breasts. He was reluctant to push his cock into her cunt because he knew that he would cum almost instantly and his was anxious to preserve the delicious pleasure of presenting his stiff prick in close proximity to his mother's face. Precum was oozing out of his cock and dripping down onto Monica's tits. He eased himself forward until his cock was in contact with his mother's lips. She opened her mouth and gently caressed his member with her tongue. Almost immediately Chris erupted with paroxysms of pleasure and covered his mother's face and mouth with his white sticky sexual juices.

James quickly replaced Chris on top of Monica. He slid his cock into her cunt and began to fuck her vigorously. Ten seconds later Monica experienced a second cascade of semen as James comprehensively lost control in an ecstasy of orgasmic pleasure.

Chris handed his mother a box of paper tissues so that she could cleanse the boys' semen off her face and body. She had already resigned herself to a series of short erotic overtures while Chris and James discharged their uncontrollable lust and hopefully regained some slight element of control over their sexual urges. 

Monica resumed her seat on the couch, spread her legs wide apart and waited for her gynaecological exhibition to bring her lovers' sexual members to attention again. She didn't have long to wait and immediately set her lovers to attend to her gaping vagina. Monica lay back sighing gently like a contented cat while the boys took it in turns to apply their tongues and lips to her juicy cunt. Twenty minutes later after a final paroxysm of orgasmic pleasure she lay back with her eyes closed in a warm glow of total sexual satisfaction. 

When she finally opened her eyes she discovered that Chris and James were taking pictures of each other and of her. Monica got up off the couch and posed in assorted group photographs with them. By now the young men were in urgent need of sexual relief. 

Monica knelt on the floor in front of her son and began to caress his cock with her tongue before enveloping four inches of his prick inside her mouth. Chris revelled in the warm slippery sensation of his mother's mouth. After a few minutes of exquisite stimulation he spurted delicious strong pulses of semen into his mother's mouth; he wanted it go on for ever it was such a wonderful sensation. As his cock began to subside he reluctantly withdrew allowing Monica to move straight on to giving James the same ecstatic pleasure. A few minutes later she collected a second mouthful of sexual juice from James.

Chris watched as his mother calmly got to her feet, picked up her champagne glass and drained it in one draught swallowing down much of the boys' white ejaculate in the process. As she wiped her face clean she proposed that they take a break from their orgy. Monica picked up her clothes and left the room.

****

Back in Chris's bedroom the two boys busied themselves downloading the photographic record of their sexual encounters with Monica onto the computer. James also sent himself an email with all the photographs attached. 

It was now late in the evening and the boys began to wonder about the sleeping arrangements for the night. There was a bed made up in the spare bedroom for James but Chris actually wanted to spend the night in his mother's bed where he hoped to have the opportunity to fuck her; it should be remembered that he hadn't yet had the pleasure of having his prick up inside his mother's cunt. 

Chris went downstairs to get a couple of beers from the 'fridge. On his return he noticed that his mother's bedroom door was ajar and he could see her sitting at her dressing table. Monica turned and smiled at him.

'Would you like to come in here Chris,' she suggested.

Chris quickly abandoned his beer cans and entered his mother's bedroom. His dressing gown was open so that his erection was once again prominent. 

'Take off you gown Chris,' she commanded, 'I want to look at my beautiful handsome boy.' 

The eager youth obeyed his mother's instruction and stood behind her in front of the bedroom mirror. 

'Undress me Chris,' she whispered softly. 

Chris opened her flimsy negligee and eased it off her shoulders. Monica quickly freed her arms and sat looking at her naked reflection in the mirror. Chris leaned forward and began to gently caress his mother's beautiful exposed breasts.

Monica stood and wrapped herself in a warm embrace with her son. As they kissed she placed her hands on Chris's firm buttocks and felt his cock pressing insistently against her body. Monica freed herself from contact with Chris.

'I'm going to teach you how to enter a woman from behind. You haven't done it that way with anyone else have you?' 

Chris indicated that he hadn't.

Monica placed her hands on the dressing table and bent forward with her legs spread apart. She instructed her son to stand behind her and to finger her cunt to ensure it was receptive to his cock. Chris of course had seen many such sexual couplings on his computer and was soon able to slide his cock deep inside Monica's cunt and reacquaint himself with the place he had passed through eighteen years before. His earlier sexual activity had blunted his insatiable lust and he was now able to indulge his mother with a long slow fuck until he felt the walls of her vagina throbbing with orgasmic delight as they shared a simultaneous cum. They drew gently apart. 

'My own darling boy,' Monica whispered, 'I do love you so much. Thank you.'

'I love you too mom, can I sleep with you in your bed tonight?'

'Of course you can my darling,' Monica replied. 'But first I ought to go and wish your friend James good night.'

Leaving Chris in her bed she found James lying on his bed in the spare bedroom. As she was still completely naked James was very glad to see her. Before he could get up Monica climbed on the bed, pulled his shorts down and straddled him. 

'God, you're a fucking gorgeous sex bitch,' James exclaimed with admiration.

Monica moved forward and carefully eased her cunt down onto his cock and took it deep inside her. 

'Let's take this really slowly so we can both cum together,' she suggested and began to ride up and down at a slow rhythmic tempo, Monica hadn't had some much fun since her promiscuous youth. To James it was like he'd died and gone to sex heaven. He looked up at Monica magnificent tits undulating in time with her slow fucking thrusts and entertained the fantasy that she was raping him! 

After ten minutes of slow deliberate thrusting Monica began to increase the tempo and writhe about in ecstasy. Her language became extremely obscene and for some bizarre reason James recollected the time he had politely asked her if she would like a cup of tea at the school parents' evening. The transformation was complete; Chris's respectable mother at turned into an unrestrained whore.

Five minutes later it was all over and Monica unhitched herself from James' shrinking member. Monica smiled with a degree of embarrassment. 

'Please try and forget what happened there James; I'm supposed to be a respectable lady not a promiscuous bitch.'

'I'll remember it for the rest of my life,' James replied, his voice full of admiration, 'no man could have better instruction in the art of fucking a woman.'

When a few minutes later Monica returned to her bedroom she found her son asleep. She turned off the lights and slipped quietly in to bed beside him. For the first time since the death of her husband she was sleeping beside a man she loved.

****

The following morning the promiscuous trio decided they needed to get away from the close confines of the house. Monica suggested that they have another beach picnic and invited Jane as well. 

As they were driving to the beach Monica remembered a more secluded location where she and her husband used to swim and sunbathe nude and inevitably end up fucking. Without telling the others she headed for this more private venue. 

After parking the car they had to walk for fifteen minutes to reach the secluded beach, which provoked some complaints from the two boys who were carrying the picnic basket. However as soon as the beautiful beach came into few they were seduced by the seductive scene; particularly when they observed that the few people sharing the beach with them were naked. 

They found a secluded spot among the sand dunes and stripped off their clothes. Monica proposed that they should all go for a swim but the boys declined on account of their erections. Instead they watched as Jane and Monica sauntered down to the sea watched by the appreciative lustful eyes of all the men on the beach.

'Are you going to fuck your mother again today?' James asked.

'I hope so but I want to fuck your sister as well,' Chris replied. 'But right now I need to toss myself off so I can go for a swim.'

The two priapic youths sat side by side in the dunes and began to rub sun cream into their cocks and after a short vigorous masturbation both boys ejaculated with groans of pleasure. Once their pricks had shrunk to a less obscene length, the two boys followed the girls down to the sea.

****

Back in the dunes after their swim the four lovers lazed around in the hot sun and observed the naked bodies all around them. The two friends had stiff cocks once more and they stared lecherously at Monica and Jane while they ate their picnic and sipped their wine. An air of lethargic depravity overhung the scene. The decorous thing to do would have been for the two couples to discreetly separate for fornication. Instead Jane and Chris watched as James and Monica began to indulge in sexual foreplay. Soon Jane and Chris were similarly engaged and eventually the two couples lay side by side fucking one another. Fifteen minutes later, without a word being spoken, they exchanged partners and continued fucking. And so the randy youths continued for the rest of a hot sunny afternoon of debauchery taking it in turns to service Monica and Jane. 

During a brief interval in the fornication Jane took a stroll down the beach with Monica and told her about her relationship with her father. Jane was not in the least surprised to learn that her father had also had sexual intercourse with Monica. 

When Jane explained that she was looking for a way out and wanted to leave home, Monica immediately invited her to join her on her cruise to the Bahamas and the Florida Keys. Monica had booked herself a double cabin so there would be no problem with cabin availability. Jane gratefully accepted. Monica undertook to intervene with Jane's father and smooth the path for her departure.

A few days later Chris and James went off to University thus bringing to an end their incestuous adventure of sexual discovery.

To be continued... 



Incestuous Adventures Ch. 06



The house seemed very empty after Chris had gone. Monica was busy with preparations for her long cruise holiday, but no matter what she did, she couldn't hide the deep void in her life. She had always had a strong emotional attachment to her son but the last few weeks when that love had been expressed carnally had affected her deeply. In her heart of hearts she knew there was no future in a sexual relationship with him but she still missed it. Now Monica needed to move on and the sooner the better.

Jane too, was anxious to get away from home and the amorous attentions of her father. Her mother was very happy to see her daughter to go off on holiday with Monica, her father less so. He telephoned Monica and arranged to come round and see her. He was unaware that Monica knew he had been fucking his daughter.

John Munroe's motive in coming to see Monica was only partly to discuss his daughter's holiday; he was also anxious to renew his sexual relationship with Monica now that she was alone at home. Ultimately he would have to face the fact that he would soon be loosing two occasional sex partners.

Monica made no special preparations for her meeting with John Munroe so he was rather taken aback to be greeted by a woman casually dressed in an old denim skirt and blouse and wearing no makeup. She brushed aside his attempt at a sexual embrace and turned it into a chaste peck on the cheek. 

'Is it that time of the month for you?' he enquired' 'I thought you were beyond that.'

'I believe you have some concerns about Jane coming away with me,' Monica replied, ignoring his sarcastic remark.

'Well yes,' John responded, 'how much is all this going to cost?'

'Surely you don't begrudge your daughter an opportunity to see the world and broaden her horizons, 'Monica replied. 'You have after all been making pretty free use of your daughter sexually for some time now.'

'That's a matter between the two of us,' John replied taken by surprise. 'And may I remind you that you have been making pretty free use of my son sexually. I took a look at James's computer the other night. I don't think you are in a position to take the moral high ground.'

'That may be so,' Monica persisted but I don't think your wife would be too happy to learn of your relationships with your daughter, your receptionist and me.'

'So its blackmail is it?' John asked.

'Call it what you like; I'm just suggesting that you ought to do the honourable thing and let your daughter move on.'

John Munroe admitted defeat and soon thereafter agreed to transfer a substantial sum of money into his daughter's bank account supplemented by a regular monthly allowance. Now that the battle was won, Monica offered John a drink. He sat sipping his scotch and eying Monica.

'You can be a first rate bitch when you want to, can't you?' John said with a smile.

'I'll take that as a compliment,' Monica replied.

'So are you going to continue behaving like a bitch or are you going to let me fuck you now?' John asked insistently. 

Monica was in a playful provocative mood. 'Supposing I say no,' she said artfully.

John put his glass down and got to his feet. He was over six feet tall with a strong well toned athletic body. He strode towards Monica and pulled her roughly to her feet.

'Suppose you take your clothes off right now before I rip them off you,' he said in a quietly menacing tone.

She tried to back away, remembering the damage he had inflicted on her clothes at his surgery, and fell down onto the couch. He was on top of her in an instant and quickly ripped her blouse open before reaching down and releasing the catch on her skirt. Monica continued to struggle as her skirt slipped down to her knees. Her legs were now trapped inside her skirt, severely limiting her ability to struggle. John pulled Monica to her feet again and wrestled her down onto the floor before forcing her face down and removing her skirt. As she struggled he unclipped her suspenders and removed her stockings and tied them tightly round her wrists. Monica continued go struggle as John turned her face up again and half dragged, half carried her towards the window where he bound her wrists to the inlet and outlet pipes on the radiator. 

John stood up and watched Monica writhing around trying to free herself. He began to remove his clothes. Soon he was naked and rampant.

'God you're a sexy bitch aren't you?' he exclaimed looking down at her. 'And now I'm going to fuck your brains out, you brazen slut!'

John knelt down beside Monica and deftly removed her bikini pants and bra. Monica was now in an extreme state of ambiguous sexual excitement; simultaneously trying to fight her lover off while relishing his power to do whatever he wanted to her. As her rampant partner straddled her body and thrust a handful of fingers into her wet cunt she continued to writhe and struggled on the floor. 

'Do you want my cock in your mouth or up your cunt?' John asked harshly. 'I suppose a whore like you charges more for a mouth fuck.'

'Do I have choice?' Monica gasped in a frenzy of excitement, 'you're going to rape me; aren't you?'

'Yes I am, but not just yet,' John replied, 'first of all I've got to tie your legs down.'

He picked up Monica's flimsy knickers threaded one leg onto her right ankle, twisted it tight and secured the other leg of her knickers under an adjacent heavy table leg. Next he tied her bra strap to her left ankle, pulled her legs wide apart and rested the leg of the couch in one of her bra's C cups. 

Spread-eagled and helpless on the floor Monica felt the first blissful pulsations of a gathering orgasm as John lifted up her body and placed two cushions beneath her buttocks so that her cunt was more conveniently positioned for deep penetration. 

Monica moaned with pleasure as her lovers huge cock slid smoothly deep inside her wet wide open orifice; abandoning all pretence of resistance she dissolved into screaming obscene ecstasy. It was the apotheosis of all her perverse and lewd behaviour of the past few weeks. Her son and his friend had reignited her fierce urgent persistent need for COCK. Just COCK; long, stiff, fat relentless COCK pumping in and out for all eternity. Her cunt was wide open; a horse could have fucked her. Yes she was an obscene lascivious whore. Monica writhed in ecstasy in time with her lovers relentless fucking. She had entered an erotic fantasy world in which she imagined she could see her dead husband, her son and his friend all wanking off while they watched John fucking her. They were hosing her down with continuous eruptions of sticky white semen; she was drowning in her lovers' spunk. In her incoherent screaming obscene tirade she tried to convey this to her lover as their fuck fest came to its thunderous climax and John pumped fierce warm jets of love juice into Monica's welcoming shuddering frenzied depths.

The room was suddenly quiet as Monica's spontaneous uncontrolled sexual ravings came to an end. John eased himself off his lover's body and collapsed on the floor beside her. They both lay there quietly savouring the cathartic calm which followed the erotic storm. Monica was dimly aware she had been transported to an erotic land never previously visited. Never previously in her entire adult live had she so unambiguously revealed her innermost secret obscene sexual needs. Monica finally found her voice.

'No one has ever done anything like that to me before,' she said quietly. 

'Really,' her companion replied, 'you do surprise me, an experienced sexy lady like you; my wife loves bondage fantasy games.'

'No, it was more than that. Please don't laugh at me John, but the earth really moved for me today. And please; never tell anyone what happened, let it be our secret.' 

John gave Monica's arm an affectionate squeeze of unspoken agreement before realising that Monica was still tightly restrained by her damaged underwear. He carefully released her bonds and helped her to her feet. She kissed him lightly on his lips then glanced at her damaged clothing lying discarded on the floor. 

'Do you destroy all your lovers' lingerie, or is it just me?' she said with a grin.

'Sorry about that,' John said. 'Why don't I take you to some lingerie boutiques next week and buy you some new stuff? There's one proviso, I want to come in the changing room with you while you try things on.'

A date was fixed before Monica invited John to accompany her upstairs for a more loving and relaxed session of sexual intercourse on her bed.

****

For several days Monica busied herself with preparations for her imminent departure. She had no difficulty in changing the cruise arrangements to include Jane. The only slightly tricky matter concerned the sleeping arrangements; Monica had booked a cabin with a large double bed. Jane assured her that she had no objection to sharing a bed with Monica; indeed she was rather attracted by Monica's voluptuous figure and large breasts. In her private fantasies Jane sometimes wished she was a man so that she could fuck Monica. Without telling her cabin companion she had secretly purchased a strap on dildo. 

John Munroe eventually called to tell her that an associate of his in the local Chamber of Commerce who was the owner of several sex boutiques in the surrounding area had given him two tickets to an and up and coming lingerie fashion show in a nearby town. This could be regarded as an ideal arrangement; Monica could admire the packaging while John lusted after the contents. 

Monica drove alone to the venue for the show and waited for John to arrive in the adjacent bar. He had already given her five hundred pounds in cash to spend on underwear. The fashion show was mainly for the trade and Monica was once again wearing her black two piece business suit to try and blend in with the buyers.

When John arrived the couple took up their allocated seats in the thirds row. The show ran for about three quarters of an hour during which five delectable girls modelled a wide range of garments and styles from the expensive and sophisticated to the cheap and vulgar. Afterwards John's friend Simon took them backstage where the models were casually discarding their skimpy underwear and standing around naked chatting and relaxing.

They watched as the boutique owner offered a few words of thank to each of the girls in turn and gave them an affectionate peck on the cheek. In an aside, John told Monica that Simon was gay and had no sexual interest whatsoever in the women. Monica was beginning to feel somewhat upstaged by this abundant display of beautiful sexy women. She asked Simon if he had anything in her size. He quickly collected a selection of garments and led Monica and John into his office where he sat down behind a desk.

'Go ahead, Monica,' he said, 'don't mind me, try anything on that takes your fancy, I've got some paperwork to catch up with.'

John sat casually in the corner and watched as Monica began to undress; soon she was naked. Simon didn't even bother to look up from his papers when Monica began to examine the garments. She selected a black 36 inch C half cup bra and matching mini-briefs and tried them on. 

'Looks great,' John offered, staring admiringly at her. 

A member of Simon's staff came in to consult Simon.

'Wow,' he exclaimed, 'we should have had you in the show. Simon, we ought to have some photos of this woman, she's just the type of shapely woman who would appeal to a lot of our customers.'

For the first time, Simon looked up from his papers and stared at Monica appraisingly.

'Yes I think you are right. Monica you can have anything you like from our stock so long as you allow us to take photos for publicity purposes.'

Monica was agreeable to being photographed but pointed out that she would be going away for a long holiday the following week. Simon immediately got on the 'phone and quickly arranged for a photographer to come over to the boutique. And ninety minutes and dozens of photographs later Monica and John were finally able to leave.

'Sorry things didn't work out for you as intended,' Monica said to her rather thwarted companion; you didn't get a chance to screw me did you?'

'There's still time,' he suggested as they headed towards the multi-story car park, 'I'll give you a quickie on the bonnet of your car.'

Monica was not about to disappoint; she was five hundred pounds to the good as well as having several bags of freebie underwear. 

'Just give me a minute to get this tight skirt off,' she said as they reached her car. 'I don't want any more collateral damage to my clothing. 

Monica glanced around the car park; they appeared to be alone. She slipped her skirt off and removed her knickers.

'How do you want to fuck me, face up or face down?' she asked.

'You sound like a whore with a client,' John said with a laugh. 'Bend forward over the bonnet and I'll have you from behind.'

'Just trying to be helpful,' Monica replied, as she complied with his instructions 'I don't want to be raped again.'

'You've got a really nice arse,' John said feeling her well defined buttocks. 'How do you feel about having my cock up your bum?'

'For Christ's sake John; just get on with it and fuck me, I'm really late.' She replied. 

Monica heard the sound of flies being unzipped followed moments later by John's probing fingers loosening up her vaginal entrance. Finally he slid his cock deep inside.

'Just cum quickly,' Monica insisted, 'I haven't got time for an orgy.'

John was happy to comply. After watching five young Goddesses mincing up and down the catwalk followed by Monica's photographic striptease he had built up a strong head of erotic steam. Monica felt the powerful intensity of his ejaculation a few seconds later. John withdrew, his cock still oozing semen, and helped Monica into the upright position. 

'Have you ever thought of working in the docks you could make a fortune,' he joked. 

'I'm sorry John, but I really have to go,' she said as she slipped her knickers back on with several tissues packed inside to soak up the inevitable leakage from her vagina. Monica gave John an affectionate good bye kiss and drove out of the car park 

****

All Monica's holiday arrangements were complete. Tomorrow afternoon she and Jane would travel up to London for an overnight stay before flying out to Tenerife. 

Early in the evening as she was adding last minute items to her luggage she heard the sound of a car drawing up outside. She looked out of the window and, to her astonishment, saw her son Chris getting out of a taxi. When Chris entered the house Monica was waiting for him at the foot of the stairs.

'Sorry mom,' he blurted out as they embraced, 'I just had to see you one more time before you go.'

Monica quickly adjusted to the new situation.

'It's alright my darling; would you like something to eat?'

Chris shook his head.

'No mom, I just want to spend one last night with you.'

'Well Chris I was just about to take a bath; would you like to join me for an intimate chat?' 

Monica's king size bath well able to accommodate two people; she and her late husband had often started their sexual encounters fondling each other in its warm depths. She sent Chris off to make some drinks while she ran the bath and added sweet smelling erotic gels to the water. By the time Chris arrived with the drinks she was ensconced in the water, her modesty slightly protected by the foaming unguents. 

Chris quickly discarded his clothing enabling Monica to admire once more her mother fucking son's erotic rampant physique. Once in the tub he sat down at the opposite end to his mother. They stared at one another other with undisguised mutual lust as Chris playfully jiggled Monica's breasts with a probing foot and then as she parted her legs, gently massaged her vaginal entrance with his big toe. The pronounced head of his cock poked out of the water like a marauding shark.

Monica sighed in anticipation of the abundant sexual pleasures to come and wondered vaguely how many times her son would fuck her during the course of the night. Now that Chris had some sexual experience coupled with an insatiable libido Monica looked forward with relish to the unexpected treat. The incestuous affair had passed well beyond the stage of a mother gently introducing her son into the pleasures of making love; now they were lovers on an equal footing. 

Chris got out of the steaming bath and offered his mother a steadying hand as she followed suit. Water dripped onto the bathroom floor as they joined in a passionate naked embrace. As they towelled themselves dry they continued to take intense delight in their mutual nudity. Chris regarded his mother as a sexual Goddess who had invited him into paradise. 

They walked hand in hand into the bedroom. Monica stretched out languorously on the bed with her legs spread wide apart in invitation. Chris knelt on the floor and examined his mother's wide open cunt from close quarters. He delicately probed the juicy interior while Monica savoured the gentle sexual stimulation. 

It was a measure of Chris's increasing sexual maturity that his first thought was his mother's sexual pleasure rather than his own. Be began to gently caress Monica's cunt with his tongue; occasionally pausing to finger her clitoris. They both lost all sense of time. There was scarcely as sound to be heard aside from Monica's gentle gasps of pleasure as the walls of her vagina began their orgasmic spasms. Fifteen minutes later with a final shudder of pleasure Monica eased her self away from her son's intimate tongue fucking and lay with her eyes closed remembering the ecstasy. 

Chris climbed on the bed and straddled his mother. His large erect penis rested quivering between Monica's swollen breasts. He propped a pillow behind his mother's face and moved gently forward so that his cock was touching her lips. Semen oozed from the tip of his stiff prick and painted his mother's slightly parted lips with a white sticky deposit. Monica opened her mouth wide allowing Chris ease his cock inside the warm seductive interior. Moments later, fully six inches of his cock was comfortably docked inside her mouth. He began to fuck her face, moving slowly backwards and forwards. He knew he could cum in an instant but he wanted to savour the pleasure of having his cock right down his mother's throat. 

Monica heard her son's groan of ecstasy as he finally lost control and moments later tasted his hot spunk coursing down her throat. Chris didn't immediately withdraw and Monica could feel his cock slowly shrinking back inside her mouth. Finally he pulled out and allowed the remnants of his ejaculation to dribble down on Monica's chin before snuggling contentedly down beside her.

'Mom, that was awesome, thank you so much.' Monica rolled over with her beautiful breasts dangling over her son's face. 'My darling boy,' she murmured and kissed him with her white sticky lips.

3340



Incestuous Adventures Pt. 01



Monica sat waiting to meet her son Christopher's form teacher. It was the occasion of his final appraisal before the exams. James, her son's best friend, offered her a cup of tea but she declined.

'How are things going with you James?' Monica asked.

'Very well thank you, Mrs Williams,' he replied. 

'Have you seen Christopher?' 

'I think he was talking to my sister Jane in the Library,' James replied.

Christopher and James had been friends and classmates throughout their school careers; sharing a wide range of hobbies and interests. But now that they were both eighteen there was just one all consuming interest; girls. Christopher spent a lot of time at James' house, theoretically revising for his university entrance exams but in fact chilling out with Jane and her female friends and watching porn on the internet. They were both still virgins and James had been trying very hard to persuade his sister to let James fuck her. Jane was a little older than the two guys and had long since lost her virginity.

James watched as Monica and Christopher began their consultation with the school staff. He knew that Chris's mother was a widow and he wondered vaguely whether such an old woman would mind not having a man to have sex with. His own mother was some years older than Monica and he simply couldn't imagine his own parents having sex at all!

James' reverie was interrupted by his friend asking him if he and his sister wanted a lift home. In the car Christopher sat in the back with Jane while James sat beside Mrs Williams who was driving. 

As Monica got in the car she failed to notice that her skirt got caught up revealing a substantial amount of thigh up to and beyond her stocking top. James was too embarrassed to mention it but found his eyes were constantly drawn to the rather disturbing erotic sight which was revealed from time to time by the flashing street lights.

There was very little conversation from the back of the car. Christopher had quietly unzipped his flies and was making an exploratory journey up Jane's right leg under her dress. He was delighted when Jane grasped his erect member and began to stroke it gently. Thus encouraged Christopher continued is exploration of the top of Jane' thighs and soon was able to push aside the flimsy fabric of Jane's knickers and begin to probe her vagina. He was astonished when Jane abruptly stopped his probing and deftly removed her knickers completely. Now as she lay back with her legs parted Christopher was able to get a whole handful of fingers into Jane's juicy vagina. He was on the verge of orgasm and wondered desperately how he could avoid spurting his cum all over the car's upholstery when Jane came to his rescue and expertly trapped his ejaculation in her discarded knickers. As the car slowed down to drop off the passengers Christopher removed his sticky fingers from Jane's cunt, tucked his cock away and zipped up his flies. 

James got out of the car rather carefully; he didn't want Mrs Williams to notice that he had got an erection from contemplating her thighs. Jane looked back and grinned conspiratorially at Christopher before following her brother up to the front door of their home.

That night the two young men masturbated as usual but, instead of fantasising over pornographic images on their computers Chris imagined he was fucking James' sister while James contemplated the improbable delights of fucking Christopher's mother.

****

At James' house the following evening Chris informed his friend of his sexual progress with Jane. James wasn't in the least surprised as he had registered the pregnant silence from the back of the car. He wondered if he dared tell Christopher about his sudden obsession with Mrs Williams. Instead he asked Chris what his mother's first name was.

'It's Monica,' Chris said and looked at his friend curiously. 'Why do you want to know?'

James hesitated, wondering what he dare say.

'I think she's awesome,' he said finally' his face flushing red with embarrassment. 

'Awesome?' Chris said with astonishment. 'Do you mean you fancy her; she's a bit old for you isn't she? Christ!'

'I'm sorry,' James replied, 'please forget I said anything.'

For the first time in his life Christopher contemplated his mother as the object of someone's desire. Inevitably he had occasionally seen her in a state of undress and wearing a bikini but until this moment some sort of automatic censorship had prevented him from thinking of her as a sexual object. Any objective observer, however, would have noted that Monica was an astonishingly well preserved woman looking ten years younger than her age of forty-five. She still retained her hour glass figure and had the sort of large firm breast that most women can only dream of. Christopher gave his friend a playful punch on the shoulder.

'Whatever turns you on,' he said with a grin. 'If I lived at your house I know who I would like to fuck; your sister. Have you ever seen her naked?'

James grinned sheepishly. 'I take a peek at her having a shower sometimes.'

'Wow,' Chris said enviously. 'Does it give you get a hard on?'

James nodded. 

'Would you like to fuck her?' 

'Of course not,' James replied, 'she's my sister.'

'But you want to fuck my mother?' 

'Oh yes,' James replied, no longer embarrassed. 'Have you seen her naked?' 

'Not really,' Chris replied, 'just in her underwear.'

'Oh God, I'm getting hard just thinking about her in her lingerie; I need to have a wank!' James said.

'Me too,' Chris replied. They exchanged guilty looks

. 

'OK,' James agreed. 'Would you like me to steal a pair of Jane's knickers for you to wank into?'

'Wow, that would be great and I'll get a pair of mom's knickers for you tomorrow.'

James went out to the airing cupboard on the landing and quickly found a bra and knickers belonging to his sister. Back in the bedroom James locked the door before proposing that they strip naked. It took just a few seconds for them to remove their clothes. Feeling slightly embarrassed the two beautiful young men stood eying at each other's erections.

'Nice cock,' James said as he draped his sister's underwear on Chris's fiercely erect member. 'Do you want to wank off first?'

'OK,' Chris agreed. 'Have you got any lubricating cream?'

James rummaged in a drawer, handed a tube of lotion to his friend and watched curiously as Chris applied it liberally to his staining member. Finally he began to rub his cock with his left hand.

'Oh God this is nice,' he gasped. 'But not as nice as having my cock up your sister's cunt!'

Chris moaned in ecstasy as strong pulses of semen spurted from his member and into one of the cups of Jane's bra. 

'Now it's your turn,' Chris suggested. 'Why don't you wank off into the other bra cup?'

Chris watched as James began to masturbate. 

'Are you thinking about fucking my mother?' 

'Of course,' James gasped. 'I'm lying on top of her fucking her as hard as I can. Oh God, oh yes, aaahhh.' The other cup of Jane's bra received its copious sticky injection. 

'Shall I tell you something really gross?' Chris asked. 'I'd like your sister to wear this bra with our wet cum in it.'

'Well I'd rather just wank off all over your mothers tits.' James replied, emboldened by his friend's frank confession. 'She's got beautiful big tits. Have you ever seen them?'

Chris shook his head. By now the two virile young men were erect again.

'Let's do it again,' James suggested, 'but this time I'll think about fucking my sister while you think about fucking your mother.' 

'Definitely not,' Chris quickly replied. 

'Well how about if you toss me off while I toss you off?' James suggested.

'Isn't that a bit pervy? Chris replied.

'Not as pervy as me wanting to have sex with your mother,' James replied with a grin. 'And now I'm going to toss you off using my cum to lubricate your cock.'

Not a word was spoken as the two young men began to massage each others firm members; just the occasional murmur of pleasure and delight.

'Are you ready?' James gasped, let's cum together. Moments later, writhing with orgasmic pleasure, both boys fired synchronised sprays of semen at their respective stomachs.

****

At the weekend, Chris sneaked into his mother's bedroom and selected a pair of delicate transparent knickers for his friend. Back in his own bedroom as he examined the flimsy garment he began to feel very horny. Feeling rather guilty he unzipped his trousers and began to play with his cock. 

Without warning his mother popped her head round his door to tell him James had arrived. Chris hastily tried to stuff his prick back inside his trousers but not before Monica saw her son's erection for the very first time. In fact it was the first erection she had seen since her husband died two years ago. She found it rather disturbing. She was living once again in a house with a virile young man whom she had just caught masturbating with a pair of her knickers.

James looked up at Monica as she descended the stairs taking in the view of her shapely seductive thighs and an exciting brief view of her knickers. When he reached his friend's bedroom he was immediately became aroused when he heard what had just happened. 

'So you do want to fuck your mother?' he said with a grin.

'I don't know,' Chris replied.

'Well I do,' James admitted frankly. 'Let's lock the door and have a wank while we think about it.' The two youths stripped off their clothes. Chris gave his mother's knickers to James who fingered the delicate material. 

'Very nice,' James murmured thoughtfully, 'just imagine these knickers have been so close to your mother's cunt.'

James wrapped the flimsy garment round his cock and began to masturbate.

'Tell me what you'r thinking about,' Chris demanded.

'I'm thinking about fucking your mother,' James said between rising gasps of pleasure

Chris watched as a fierce parabola of semen spurted out of James' cock and spattered on the bedroom mirror.

Now it was Chris's turn to perform; he realised that he rather enjoyed these mutual masturbation sessions. It seemed to heighten the pleasure. 

'Who are you fucking?' James asked as Chris rubbed himself vigorously. 'Oh God, oh yes,' Chris groaned as he fired his ejaculation into the palm of his hand. He stood with semen dripping from his hand.

'That was for Jane,' he said finally. 

Later, rather guiltily, they agreed to reversed roles and Chris finally addressed the forbidden fantasy of fucking his mother while James thought about having his sister.

****

Some days later Chris received a call from James on his mobile. James explained that his parents had gone away and wouldn't be back until tomorrow. His sister had agreed to give them both a bit of a thrill. He wouldn't elaborate on the 'phone but asked Chris to come round as soon as possible.

When Chris arrived at his friend's house he was admitted by Jane. She smiled at him in a conspiratorial manner.

'James is in his bedroom, why don't you join him.'

Chris hurried upstairs in a fever pitch of excitement.

'What's happening; is she going to let me fuck her?'

'I don't know,' James replied. 'That's something you'll have to negotiate yourself.'

'Well why did you invite me to come round,' Chris asked in disappointment.

'Because Jane has agreed to let us see her naked if she can watch us wank off.' His friend coolly replied.

'Wow!' Chris exclaimed and felt an immediate surge of sexual excitement.

The bedroom door opened and Jane entered. She was still fully dressed.

'I'm not taking my clothes off until you guys get naked,' Jane said.

The two young men looked at each other before slowly beginning to undress. Soon they were both naked but rather surprisingly neither one had an erection.

'Well, that's a bit of a let down,' Jane said with a grin. 'Let's see if I can do something about that.'

Jane unfastened the buttons on her blouse and took it off. 

'Nice bra,' Chris said nervously; his prick was beginning to grow.

She slipped off her skirt then deftly removed her bra. Her brother thought she was cute rather than sexy; but never-the-less his sexual member was now rampant. Jane took her knickers off and stood before her companions wearing just her hold up stockings and shoes. 

Chris contemplated her perfect unblemished naked body. Jane had pert thirty-four inch B cup breasts and deliciously curvy hips. Her pubic area had a light covering of pubic hair which failed to cover her slightly parted labial lips. Without saying a word her body gave out the unequivocal message "I want your sexual fluids so that I can make babies.'

Both young men were now unashamedly masturbating and shortly thereafter Jane's naked body was the recipient of a fierce double volley of semen all over her small firm breasts. She exclaimed in surprise at the intensity and volume of sexual fluids now oozing down her body.

'You guys produce a lot of stuff,' she finally observed. 'I think I need to take a shower.'

To be continued.



Incestuous Alien Generation



"Don't you dare slam the -- Damn it, Jaycie!" Tim said. 

Jaycie sullenly swung her lanky frame into Tim's sleek Mercedes, her arms crossed in adolescent defense mode. Her pretty face was now distorted by passive aggression, her dark brows knit together as if to meet her delicately pouting lower lip. Tim was often reminded of her mother when she looked like that.

"Are you really so spoiled that we have to go over this again?" Tim asked. His voice sounded like steel wrapped in tired leather.

"Yes." Jaycie said.

Tim sighed slowly in an attempt to curb his frustration, releasing his breath as he stared down the odometer on the dash, which made him feel tired. He was a good father. Right? He gave his only daughter everything she needed and almost everything she wanted, especially after Laura died. Perhaps he shouldn't have been so surprised his daughter was still a vicious brat at the age of eighteen, but Tim was. Where had his sweet girl gone? She had been replaced by a lazy, over-privileged society bitch with more money than sense and -- well, after last summer's scandal when she got caught being fondled by a bus-boy at a debutante ball, was likely a raging slut. Tim tried not to think about that too closely.

"Fine then. If you want to be in that mood, okay. You do that. But God Bless It Jaycie! I take you out of school early to get your hair and your nails done; after that you get to go shopping again to buy what I suppose counts for a dress you can wear to the Hooker of the Year awards; We go to the nicest restaurant in the city for dinner; I hand you the keys to a new car, awaiting your response to my generous desire to provide you with the happiest of birthdays, and your only response is to cry about not getting a convertible?"

Jaycie sat stone-faced, letting her thick black hair fall over her disinterested blue gaze. Tim no longer cared that his voice grew louder with ever syllable until it filled the sports car with a boom that trembled the leather seats. 

"You got me an M3 Coupe! A coupe dad, really? In California? I need to be the girl with the convertible!"

So many ugly thoughts crowded Tim's mind, things he tried valiantly not to say every day now. He wanted to shake her out of being such a greedy little bitch. He wanted to throw her in her room and not let her out until this ugly teenage mood of hers lifted and she became a real person. Preferably a real person who knew the extent of everyone's generosity. But Tim said nothing, did nothing. They sat in tense silence for a few moments, long enough for Jaycie to make a self-sacrificing noise and slump into her seat. Eventually Tim put the car in gear and drove off, the valets staring in a last curious effort to find out what the drama was about. 

Tim and Jaycie lived in a sprawling palace of a house out in the country surrounded by grape fields. Since Laura's death Tim had seriously taken to building up his own winery as a distraction from the pain of her loss. It was a flourishing business now that added a satisfying sweetness to the already swollen bank account he had inherited from his father. Jaycie was the heiress to a pharmaceutical fortune. Tim had retired early for a winery in San Luis Obispo and left the business in the control of his older brother Mark, who was a shark of a CEO and used it to embody his wealthy bachelor lifestyle. They were very lucky, and Tim wished that Jaycie would be mature enough to realize it.

Tim had been driving down the dark, winding coastal highway for more than a half hour in silence. They were almost at their secluded villa when a bright light came over the car from the sky above, light splitting through the windows and the moon roof until they were blinded. 

"Daddy! Daddy, what happening?!" Jaycie screamed, while Tim barely managed to keep from bellowing in terror.

"Jaycie! Stay calm, baby, don't panic --"

His voice was cut off by a violent shudder and Jaycie's hysterical screaming. The car was moving away from the ground, and doing so at an alarming pace. The light was growing increasingly bright, far too bright, he couldn't see Jaycie anymore, couldn't find her hand with his own even when he reached for her. He fumbled with his seat belt but was so panicky he struggled to release himself. Finally it gave and then....

The next thing Tim knew, He was blinking in the light that was still too strong, completely paralyzed. He was not in the car anymore, but instead appeared to be standing upright, bound by something. Or rather encased by it. Tim blearily comprehended that he seemed to be wrapped in a waxy cocoon. Threads of it bound him with the strength of heavy woven rope, covered in a slick viscous substance that smelled oddly pleasant, like an exotic flower. 

Jaycie was in a similar cocoon against the bright wall, completely covered below her jaw in what looked like thick wormy appendages wriggling translucent and white. She appeared to be sleeping

"Jaycie!" Tim desperately cried, but his voice cracked and faultered. He found himself completely unable to utter more than a strangled whisper, and she slept on.

Tim could not collapse in terror or grief, however, because suddenly he felt something warm drool wetly down the top of his head, over his face. He looked up just in time to meet a fat, undulating worm the width of a coke can as it placed its fleshy nub on his face. The thing squished against Tim's nose like a warm tongue, dribbling a clear, syrupy fluid onto his face. A long drizzle of it landed in his mouth just as he opened it to scream, causing him to choke and swallow most of it. For a moment he felt he might vomit, but didn't, and shuddered as the substance slid down to his stomach with a strange, mellow heat. It was actually kind of...pleasant, even. Completely against his better judgment, Tim allowed another swallow into his mouth and paused as pleasure began to ooze from his stomach straight to his cock. He spent a moment in horror realizing he was actually getting horny! His cock twitched with a slow erection and was immediately met with what felt like little wriggling fingers, softer than any girl's, caressing his man flesh. He swallowed more of the fluid, and began to suckle it with a steadily increasing madness. It was the real nectar of the gods, a purely unique flavor that ignited his passions and left him desperate for more! The fluid also caused him to hallucinate. He was lost in a memory of himself and Laura. Laura was riding Tim's cock as the world's horniest cowgirl, moaning to have him suck on her generous nipples. Laura had been seven months pregnant with Jaycie then, and was already lactating. Her already generous breasts were filled to bursting with milk and Tim had simply loved relieving them for her. 

In such a state he failed to notice or care that his wormy cocoon had been sliding with delicious sensations over his suddenly hyper-sensitive skin. He was so unbelievably hard, closing his eyes to bring back the image of his cock buried so deeply in Laura's tight pussy. In this state it wasn't long before his body betrayed him with a deep, thrusting release into the cocoon. But as he suckled more fluid he realized he was not satisfied, even more desperately turned on than before. He was so lost in his ecstasy that he didn't immediately notice the fleshy push of a worm on his anus, probing gently at the sensitive flesh there. He gasped with another violent orgasm when it pierced through the tight ring and began to probe sinuously into his bowels. Tim groaned reflexively when it found his prostate and prodded it expertly, a gentle massage that left Tim seeing stars even in the over bright room. At the same time he felt a sudden slender tentacle tease the tip of his urethra, and then slip inside. Instead of pain Tim only felt even more pleasantly invaded, enjoying the larger tentacle in his ass begin to probe him slowly. Both tentacles spread out and absorbed into his body, snaring on until the flesh of two really became one. More liquid seeped off of the tentacles to pump into Tim's helpless body, making him forget everything except the feeling of insane sexual build-up. He ejaculated over and over again with stamina he could not have matched even as a teenager, and still his throbbing member needed more. Yet it wasn't painful or exhausting -- it was sweet, blasting bliss that made his whole body light up with consuming lust. 

The tentacle in Tim's ass widened its girth slowly, almost without Tim even noticing. What was once too tight for a pencil was now stretched to roughly the circumference of a baseball, glistening wetly while the tentacle pounded his previously virgin ass. Then the tentacle almost doubled in girth, so quickly that Tim screamed into his mouthful of fluid, now so thick he might burst! Something large was being pushed inside of him, invading his insides to the point that his stomach stretched outward as if he were pregnant. The ass tentacle then withdrew just as suddenly, leaving him with his abdominal burden. His previously abused asshole was plugged with thick mucus so that nothing escaped, leaving Tim with an agonizing fullness. 

What had these creatures left to grow inside of him?

The force of this particular invasion ripped him from his orgasmic haze long enough to watch what was happening to Jaycie. He lay in the worms with only her face visible, and she was moaning low with complete sexual abandon. His sweet daughter was clearly lost in the midst of a mind-shattering orgasm, leaving Tim to only imagine the sick tortures she was being subjected to underneath the wriggling mass. He could do nothing to reach her, nothing to save her. Nothing to save himself. 

As if it were all a dream, Tim awoke in his sumptuous master bedroom, alone in bed as he was every morning. Twisted images rattled in his memory. They were far too strange and sick to be real, but had been so clear that Tim shuddered. Even worse, he noticed he had a bad case of morning wood and stained sheets. Just like he was a wet-dreaming teenager!

Shaking off the images, Tim padded into his marble bathroom and turned on a hot shower. Once he was good and soaped up he decided to relieve himself, wrapping his strong hand around his cock while the other arm supported him against the slick wall. He began the usual fantasies of Laura, or of that new porno he saw the other night, but images from his dreams kept seeping into his imagination. Bright light, slime, horror...and with these thoughts his cock jumped in his hand and seemed to grow bigger. Tim rubbed it more, fascinated, watching as his cock transformed in his fingers from a modest but respectable six and a half erect inches to a monster the size of which is rarely seen in anything but porn. He came with a force that nearly made him weak at the knees, splattering the shower wall with spooge. Even soft his cock was imposing, tender and sore and suddenly a little over-fucked. 

Tim emerged from the shower, only to towel off and realize that he was already horny again. This time he grabbed a ruler from his nightstand and measured himself: thirteen and a quarter full inches! His cock had nearly doubled in size in a matter of minutes; he had watched with his own eyes, and was still transfixed by it's massive turgid length. The tip was circumcised and seeping pre-cum in a drizzle that went down his leg, onto the carpet in a puddle. He had no choice but to masturbate, again and again and again. Unable to control his lust, he stayed in bed all day. 

Meanwhile, in the beautiful corner bedroom over looking the vineyards, Jaycie woke with a start. Oh, god, had it really happened? This had to be some awful dream. Right? But if it was a dream, then there was no explanation for her wet, throbbing pussy and diamond-hard nipples. It was bizarre -- she was feverishly hot all over her body, yet her pussy felt so cold. Freezing, bone-snapping cold that hurt her so badly. She needed heat, the kind that only a man can give. And she remembered everything. 

She had woken up after her father did, her eyes clearing to watch as he suckled a giant tentacle while being covered in a nest of them -- just like her. Warm, delicious fluid was also poured into her mouth and she grew hot. Lusty. Ready for sex. It was probably a good thing that Jaycie was already a fairly jaded slut for her young age, as she was able to lose focus of exactly who was pounding her and be consumed with the sensations. Tentacles filled her pussy to form a braid of the largest cock she would ever know, stretching her to the brink of tearing. She was vigorously pumped and stimulated, and then flooded with a tide of more fluid that seeped into every available orifice -- her pussy, her ass, her mouth, her nostrils, her ears, even the whites of her very eyes. She had passed out while the tentacles were still working on her, and awoke soaking her own sheets with the most unreliably desperate need. 

Her breasts, which had previously been small but delightfully perky B cups, had grown in size to fleshy mounds that would only fit a triple D. Her hips had also grown fleshier with a fertile widening of her pelvis, taking her non-existant skinny white girl ass and turning into a plump vision that would discourage all ghetto bootys. Her stomach remained girlishly slender, creating lethal curves that shook generously when she shuddered with painful desire. Her body was so deliciously fertile, ripe for the picking. Or rather the implanting, as Jaycie's body practically screamed to become pregnant. 

Luckily for her, she didn't have long to wait. Without her conscious knowledge, the scent of her dripping pussy contained a powerful pheromone that Tim was now sensitive enough to pick up. He stopped mid-stroke, his hand soaked in a pool of his own self-satisfaction. The scent he picked up almost by chance ripped through his brain and even made him shake his head as if to stagger where he sat. He could no longer think coherently enough to realize who, but somewhere in his house there was a woman in heat. Oh, how he ached to go relieve her!

Like a wild man, he sprinted from his chair and ran to the hallway to find the source of that scent. It led him to the top floor, up to the corner bedroom.

Oh, no.

Every ounce of reason and decency he still possessed flared up in his brain and he realized that that was Jaycie's scent he desired so urgently. It felt like the deepest instinct, to bury himself in a hot and uniquely fertile womb. This same instinct led him to desire the spread of his seed, to create this deliciously wicked offspring, and all reason faded as if it had never been at all. He crashed up the stairs and nearly ripped the door from its hinges, his enormous erection straining and bobbing obscenely in front of him. She was confronted with this sticky vision and could only manage to growl hungrily in response. Father and daughter were lost in weird, alien lust and he fell on her with a force that claimed her as his own. He pushed his cock inside of her dripping hole, so tight, spearing her flesh so that she groaned with pleasure. He fucked his own daughter with mad alien desire, pushing his flesh inside of hers to claim her. She was his breeding slut, his personal whore. He would fill her up until she was helpless against the pushing roundness of her impossibly taut belly. She would cry with desire for his cock even while swollen with his incestuous issue, and he would be so glad to fill it. Over. And over. And over again. 

He released inside of her so many times her pussy flowed with seed when his cock finally softened and vacated it. They had fucked for hours, lost in total ecstasy as he fertilized her. There was no more thought to wrong, or immoral. There was only the intense, all-consuming pleasure that they were both now so addicted to they were unwilling and unable to stop. They fell asleep after many hours, and when Jaycie awoke her belly looked swollen enough to be six months along. Looking at the clock on the TV, there was no way she had been impregnated any later than thirty six hours ago. But she was round with kicking, teasing life that left her pussy throbbing sharply again. Tim was happy to oblige her, sliding his massive organ inside of her and giving her a vigorous side-fuck.. Her left leg was in the air while Tim supported her thigh, or what he could reach of it as her belly slowly and pleasurably swelled out from underneath her. In a matter of hours, Tim's beautiful teenage daughter looked like she was about ten months pregnant with twin elephants. Her belly was stretched to an enormous pink expanse of flesh, spotted intermittently with a network of stretched blue veins. And she was still so horny! Her pussy leaked like a faucet to soak onto the floor, the carpet squishy almost to the ankle in places. Tim's eerily enhanced thunder cock never once went soft, pounding her pregnant pussy to the constant goal of mind-shattering orgasm

Finally she pushed him aside and he withdrew, immediately and obediently spent. Jaycie shuddered on her back and exploded her orgasm all over the already sopping bed to mix with her water breaking. An unbelievable pressure centered low in her pelvis and she screamed in mingled intense pain and even sharper pleasure. As Tim watched, Jaycie pushed what looked like a giant egg covered in white goo from her womb. It was about the size of a loaf of bread, but was flattened and strangely leathery like a turtle egg, colored a milky white. Tim picked up this first egg and stared at it while Jaycie went into contractions to deliver a second one. He wondered briefly what he was unleashing on the world, but was suddenly lost by the sight of the second delivery making its way through Jaycie's birth canal. When it had been birthed he lined it up gently next to first one. He was transfixed as Jaycie delivered seventeen of those strange eggs. She finally collapsed with exhaustion and slept for three straight days.

When she woke, it was to the sight of two of her sons suckling happily on her breasts. 

Two days after giving birth to them, the little eggs had each quadrupled in size and hatched. In each egg had been a pair of twin boys who looked almost human, except for their pallid milky skin and strange yellow eyes. They matured with amazing speed, already looking as if they were near seven years old by the time she woke up. But they were also strangely self-sufficient, needing to suckle milk from her only once or twice before they were suddenly old enough to be beyond such nourishment. For seventeen pairs of offspring it was still quite a lot, but the strange biology that now powered Jaycie's body made it so she never ran out of milk to feed her babies. 

Their offspring had free reign of the lonely country estate, roaming naked on grounds that were designed to be secluded from any suspicious eyes. It only took five days for them to reach full maturity. One pair at a time, they suddenly experienced a huge growth spurt in their cocks until they reached ridiculous sizes, some even rivaling Tim's engorged scepter. They briefly but inevitably took out this sudden burst of hormones on their twin, and once they had reached this sexual peak they each took a walk into the woods surrounding the winery and were never heard from again. As their parents, Tim and Jaycie both knew they went to join the aliens that had originally captured them, part of a breeding scheme that had a point neither of them could conceive of. Not that they cared that much. Jaycie was still a greedy bitch, and she never did learn her lesson. She couldn't, when Tim was so willing to give her everything she desired. He gave it to her because they now only desired one thing: to breed the next incestuous alien generation.

The End. Or happily ever after? Eh, whatever.

I hope you liked that, you sick bunch of fucks.



Incestuous Blackmail



Bored, restless, and impatient to find a way to spice up their meetings, the members of the Baker Street Girls Club had to become creative or start losing members. We had already lost four members to other groups and if something wasn't done, the group would simply disband. 

The eight remaining members have all grown up on Baker Street, and have been friends, for the most part, for most of their nineteen years. We're some pretty cool teens who did well in school, stayed out of jail, controlled our drinking, and didn't make sex a competitive sport. 

I'm the oldest at nineteen, and then we have Dawn, Theresa, Rachael, Jeannette, Bernice, Diane and Clarice. Most of our meetings are held at Clarice's house or at Rachael's, simply because they had the largest homes and they both have pools and large patios. Their parents are also the least likely to be home or interfere in our conversations or games, which frequently border on obscene. Nudity has never been an issue though to be sure, it had never been the focus of any of our activities; at least until Rachael invented Dare to Bare.

Originally, it was called Dare to Play and it was like a combination of blind man's bluff and truth or dare. One of us would ask another an embarrassing question, usually something that involved the person's sex life, and if they didn't want to answer, they could accept a dare. Little by little, the dares got more daring until it became Dare to Bare and every dare involved nudity, with most of it some sort of public nudity. 

The challenge was to pull it off without anyone being arrested and hopefully without anyone being recognized. In Rachael's version, the 'victim' is blindfolded so they have no way to know where they are when they're stripped. The blindfold they wear not only prevents them from seeing, but also conceals their identity. They may also be restrained in some fashion to make it more of a challenge. 

In the first game, Bernice was chosen and Dawn asked her if she had slept with any of her ex boyfriends. It was a loaded question, because even though Bernice had denied that it ever happened, we all knew it had. 

When she chose the dare, she was blindfolded and taken to the zoo about an hour before it closed for the day. A group ticket was purchased so no one saw her blindfold or the fact that she was being led by two other girls. 

She was led to the polar bear exhibit where she was stripped one article of clothing at a time while Clarice took digital pictures of the undressing as the polar bears watched. If anyone approached, she was surrounded by the other girls until they left.  

We then led her to the tiger display and monkey island where their reaction was documented in full living color. 

We then allowed her to dress so we could leave just minutes before security came to kick us out. 

The photos were awesome, especially the ones that showed the tiger climbing up on the bars with drool coming out of his mouth, like he was about to eat her but not in the way she preferred. They were all saved to the computer for future inclusion in an album of our adventures.

When Jeannette accepted the dare a week later, we had trouble finding a place that was open enough for shock value, but easy to escape from. I solved the problem when I suggested that we strip her in a moving car. That was a good idea until Diane pointed out that you can't see into a moving vehicle very well. The answer was to use her full sized pickup with a long bed. Very appropriately, it was bright red. 

We put her in the back of truck on an air mattress, naked and spread open with her hands and feet tied to the corners of the bed. We put a thin sheet over her but whenever a truck came by, we flipped it off to show the driver that she was naked. We even did it with a couple of SUV's once we knew it wasn't some little old ladies or a family or something. 

After a lot of discussion about our next victim's adventure, I came up with an idea for something new. Theresa, knew even before she played the game that she'd choose the dare and judging by the sparkle in her eyes, she looked forward to it. She wasn't tied up for her journey for safety reasons. We took her to the local fishing pier right at dusk and Dawn led her to parade not once, but twice, past the startled fishermen lining the pier and after she made the first trip, she had to bend over to touch her toes three times. On the second trip, she stopped in the middle of the journey and bent over to touch her toes and once more when she reached the end of the pier. I'm sure the men didn't tell their wives about it when they got home and maybe one or more of them jerked off at the memory of this beautiful naked girl walking slowly up and down the pier. In one of the pictures we viewed later, one of them is staring at her while a fat fish flaps half in and half out of the water on his line. We wondered if he dropped his rod into the water. 

We had a lot of fun making up stories about the expressions on their faces and got some splendid shots of her beautiful body in the rays of the setting sun. 

For the next several weeks, we used the truck several times in various ways of openly displaying our charms to startled motorists. Strange, no one ever complained about our actions.

We had just about exhausted our ideas and our interest in the game when Clarice pointed out that I had never accepted a dare but I was the one that suggested the various exposures. 

"Yeah, Shelli, why is that?" Bernice asked. 

"No one's ever asked me a question I wouldn't answer," I said.

We didn't play the game for three weeks due to vacations and visits from out of town relatives, but one morning, after running some errands, I stopped at Clarice's to find Diane, Clarice and Theresa there. None of the other girls were there, but Theresa decided we'd play the game one last time anyway. I wasn't surprised that the only item on the agenda was my turn to be challenged. Someone had been very busy during that time because what happened is something that profoundly affected my life.

"It's your turn," Diane said, "and don't try to lie your way out of it," 

"I won't," I promised, a promise I regretted later.

The girls were leaned forward, anticipating her question and my answer, hoping that at last I would be the one to be placed in a challenging situation. 

"Who took your cherry and when?"

I immediately regretted that in a moment of weakness I had confessed to her that I'd lost my virginity to my father when I was thirteen. That was the last time I ever saw him because he was immediately ordered out of our house and out of my life.

She knew it was a question I could never answer. "Dare," I mumbled with my head down. 

"It's about damned time," Clarice said. I could see they were excited by the prospect of putting me through some very special challenge but I was fearful because for all those weeks, I had orchestrated one adventure after another. It was time for paybacks and I knew that whatever they planned was going to be something I'd regret later. I was gagged and blindfolded and led to a car, where they piled in behind me. Even with the thick layers of fabric over my eyes and ears, I could hear the giggling excitement in their voices and my fears became more real when Diane asked Theresa if she'd brought the video recorder along and if she had enough memory and power.

I could smell fresh cut grass when they got me out of the car, so I knew that I was in an open area of some kind. I was stripped and spun in circles to get me disoriented before the led me through a course that took many turns. I could hear the sharp click of camera shutters as we walked. 

Eventually, we stopped, and I felt someone moving in front of me. 

"Here are the rules," Diane said. "You are to do exactly as you are told, without any hesitation. I will remove the gag for now but you are not allowed to speak to anyone ever. Do you understand?"

I nodded and she removed the gag. "If you so much as say one word to anyone or make any sound that might reveal where you are of who you are with, we have another challenge you will be required to take and Shelli, you don't want to go there so be careful. Do you understand the rules?"

I nodded and was led about another ten feet or so before they stopped.

"On your knees," she said. "I got down on my knees, guided to a soft surface like a cushion of some sort. My hands were bound behind my back and I suddenly realized that it was a common position forced on the victim of an execution. 

I could feel the presence of someone else close enough that I could feel the heat from their body so I pretty well knew that they were also naked. What in the world was going on, I wondered.

For several seconds, or maybe a minute or so, nothing happened. Then my head was pushed down and forward and I could smell the fragrance of another woman's sex. My face was pushed into her and I was directed to eat her.

"You must eat her through a strong orgasm," she said, "and you are not to stop until you are told to."

I've never had sex with another woman but of course, I knew what pleased me when a man went down on me so that's what I went with. I licked, sucked, kissed, nibbled, and tongue fucked whoever it was, knowing only that she tasted good. I could also tell she was gagged and restrained by the loud groans and gurgling sounds as I touched her in the right place and did the right thing. 

I knew the instant she came by the rigidity of her body under me and the gush of fluid that surrounded my tongue. 

Since I wasn't told to stop, I didn't until I heard them say I could. My head was raised and a dildo or something was placed in my mouth before being guided into her. Bobbing my head up and down, I brought her to a strenuous orgasm that had her shuddering against me. 

I was told to straighten, which I did, and I sensed that she was being moved. I was then gagged and put on my back, with my hands now bound in front of me. My legs were spread wide and my ankles were secured to something. I heard them tell her she was not allowed to speak and they moved her between my legs. A few seconds later I felt her tongue on my slit and shivered at the touch. Now I was one being eaten and whoever the woman was, she knew what I wanted and what I so desperately needed. It took me a few seconds to learn how I could use body movements to show her what I needed. As I approached my orgasms, she sensed it and became quite aggressive. My body shuddered twice and I surrendered to it. I had no more than began to calm when the dildo was pushed deep into me and she fucked me hard and fast to get it over with. I literally gushed around it when I came again.

The dildo was removed and I felt her being lifted up and led away. After a few minutes, I was led, still naked, back to the car to be driven away. 

A short time later, I was taken out of the car and abandoned in an open place. Stumbling around, in what I hoped were ever-widening circles, I found a structure of some kind, which I placed my head against to started working the blindfold over my eyes. I couldn't get it all the way off, but I could raise the front enough to see. I wasn't exactly sure where I was and I didn't recognize the building I seemed to be behind. 

I didn't see anyone nearby although I always felt as though the girls were nearby and watching. As I sat on the grass, I rubbed my wrists against the course bricks of the building to break the ties that bound them together. When they came free, I spent a few seconds rubbing my wrists to restore full circulation. I worked the blindfold over my head and removed the gag after fumbling for the clasp in back of my head. Crawling on hands and knees to a nearby row of shrubs, I searched for concealment until I could figure out where I was and how I was going to get home or to a safe place.

Hearing the bright giggles of the other girls, I worked my way to an opening in the row of shrubs, seeing them huddled at a table, which I knew to be in Clarice's back yard. I stood and worked my way down the line of shrubs until I could be sure we were alone. At least I thought we were until I started to step from behind and saw someone on a chaise not ten feet from where I stood. Since I couldn't tell who it was, I couldn't risk being seen so I returned to my crouched position.

Now what the hell was I going to do? I was naked, I had no clothes to put on, I was probably grass stained and messy too. I knew the girls were watching for me even though they were trying hard to conceal that from me.

I think they forgot that I'd been in that very yard on many occasions and knew of the bin next to the pool house which I could get to without them seeing me. In that bin, they kept a stock of beach towels. Carefully working my way around the storage building next to me, and, after making sure I wasn't being watched, I reached in to grab two large towels, which I wrapped around me. I suppose I could have just walked around and stepped into the yard, but now that I was covered, I simply walked casually to my house, four blocks away. Oh, I got attention, to be sure, but I was legal and I wasn't naked any more. 

Once I got home, I got the spare key and let myself into the house where I showered and changed before returning to where the girls waited with the pictures. 

They were laughing hysterically as I walked over to them. Darcy handed me some pictures and I relived the embarrassment of exposure, especially when I recognized the place where I'd been exposed to be one of the practice fields for the college football team, and more than one person could be seen in the stands.

The next photo series showed me with the other woman. They were quite graphic and highly detailed but not one single picture revealed enough of the other woman for me to identify her and the girls refused to give me that information except to tell me that it wasn't any of them. 

We finally broke up and everyone headed for home. Jeanette said she had the videos but she would make copies and have them at the next meeting. 

I headed for home, wondering how many people had witnessed my shameful actions and who the voyeurs were that watched from the grandstands. 

I went to the kitchen to get something to drink and as I sipped on the iced teak I heard something. A whimpering sound that seemed to come from my mother's room. I carefully went to make sure she was alright and found that while the door was closed, it hadn't latched and I could easily move it far enough to peek in. She was lying on her bed, facing away from me, with just the sheet over her. Her hair was still damp from a recent shower and she seemed to be talking to herself.

"Mom?" I said. "Are you all right?"

"Oh my god, you frightened me, honey," she said.

"Are you all right?" I asked again. 

"Yes honey, please just close the door and let me rest,." She said. 

"Okay Mom, get some rest," I said, as I closed the door and went back to my iced tea.

I was reading in the sun room when she finally came out of her room and went to make herself a vodka something, an act I had never ever witnessed unless she was sharing drinks with a visitor or for a dinner party or something. She is just not a drinker and most definitely not a casual drinker.

I watched as she nearly chugged it and poured another before she came to sit with me, but facing away from me without a word. It was more than I could stand. 

"All right, Mom," I said. "I know you don't want to talk about whatever it is that's eating at you, but you always tell me that holding it in only concentrates the hurt so talk to me. What set you off?"

"Are you sure you don't know" she asked.

"I have no idea what you are talking about, Mom," I said. 

"Were you with your friends when they came here today?" she asked.

"They were here?" I asked. "When?"

"Earlier today after you left."

"Were they looking for me?" I asked.

"No, I thought you might be with them but staying out of sight."

"I took my library books back and ran into Derek and Rich so we got a coke together before I went to Clarice's. They were there when I got there and they didn't say anything about seeing you."

"I don't suppose they would," she said. . "Mom, what's going on?" I asked, but for the longest time she refused to answer.

"I never thought they were such nasty and evil girls," she said. "All the times they've been here I've never given them any reason to dislike me and they never gave me a reason to distrust them. That's all over now. They are never to be on this property again, and I wish you'd stop spending your time with them."

"I'm getting more and more confused," I said. 

"Shelli, they tricked me. No, actually, they blackmailed me."

"What? No way. What did they want? I swear, I'll kick their asses from here to LA and back. Did you call the police?"

"No," she said. "they weren't after money."

"Then what did they want?"

"They forced me to do some very foolish and embarrassing things, honey. It's really true that there is no fool like an old fool."

"You said they blackmailed you. What did they have to blackmail you with?"

She took a deep breath before she said anything at all.

"A long time ago, when we kicked your father out of the house, I went on a binge of drinking to drive him out of my mind."

"I remember that," I said, "but you were never really drunk, not totally wasted, and you only did that for a few weeks."

"I was at Rocco's bar with some of the girls from work one night and I met a young couple that said they were from Houston and were here on business. One thing led to another and they told me that they were into swinging, which I always wondered about. They explained what it involved and why they were into to it and after a couple of hours of sexual conversation, they invited me to their room for a threesome. We made love till the next morning and I came home before you got up."

"Mom, you were drunk, you were feeling lonely and you hadn't had sex in weeks so what's wrong with that?"

"They videotaped everything honey, and I do mean everything. I don't know how or when, but trust me it's all there in full living color including close-ups of me doing things I never thought I could."

"So what?" I asked.

"They threatened to put it on the internet if I didn't give them three thousand dollars in cash."

"Did you pay them?"

She nodded. "I gave the money to Theresa and she took it to their hotel and picked up the video. What I didn't know is that they made three copies and she kept one for her own personal use. I have the other two, thinking they were the only copies. I made her swear to keep the secret and gave her a hundred dollars."

"Why Theresa?" I asked.

"I've known her mother for years, honey, and I thought I knew her too. She always seemed to be so mature and nice. When I saw her in Halstead's store, I was trying to figure out how to do what they wanted without anyone knowing and it seemed like a good idea at the time. She told me no one would ever know.

"That fucking bitch," I said. "and she calls herself my friend."

"I didn't want to cause you trouble honey," she said, "and they gave me the other copy. Theresa swears she didn't make any other copies and the other girls have never seen it, she said."

"I'm not sure I can believe anything she says any more," I said. "I'll kill her, I swear."

"No honey, please. Just leave it alone. All you would do is to bring it all out in the open and they didn't hurt me, just embarrassed me and made me ashamed of being so weak."

"You said others were involved though," I said. "If they never saw the tape or anything, how could they blackmail you"

"They came over right after you left with a letter from Theresa reminding me that she had an embarrassing tape and that I had to do whatever the girls said or she'd show it to you and put it on the internet. Honey, it was a long time ago and the couple was in some financial trouble. We've kept in touch and you've met them. They're good people honey. I don't want them or myself exposed on the internet. It was just easier to do what the girls demanded and get the tape back." 




Incestuous Blackmail



By this time, I was ready to rip Theresa's heart out and kick the other girl's asses naked down Main Street. One thing I knew for sure was that the Baker Street girls were no more at least where my involvement came in and if I had anything to do with it, they were history completely. 

"I need to know what they made you do Mom," I said. "I know you don't want to talk about it, but I need to know."

"They blindfolded me and tied my hands behind my back," she said. "They took me somewhere in the car, gagged me and had me sit there for a long, long time. I heard some other people join us and they lifted me up and stripped me naked. I haven't been naked in front of anyone for years...not even you, and it made me so ashamed of myself."

As you can probably tell, I already knew the rest of the story but I couldn't let her know that. I found myself clenching and unclenching my fist under the book I held on my lap. 

"So what happened?" I asked, already hurting inside for her. 

"They had me lay down with my legs spread and the next thing I knew, another woman started ....you know, licking me down there, and kissing it, and chewing on it, and I had one orgasm after another."

I saw her dab at her eyes and I wanted to scream. "It's all right," I said. What a lame thing to say.

"No," she said. "It's not all right? I tried but I couldn't make them stop."

"I know Mom, but you were gagged and tied up."

"Honey...oh my god, oh god...I...I..." 

She jumped off the chair and shot into the bathroom where I could hear her sobbing. 

She didn't come out for the longest time, and when she did, she went to her room and closed the door. 

I waited for a reasonable amount of time before I tried to talk to her again. I tapped on her door and waited but when I didn't get a response, I peeked in and found her sitting on the bed, gazing out the window into the back yard. 

"Can I talk to you, Mom?" I asked. "You don't have to say anything."

She didn't refuse me so I went to sit next to her, taking her hand in mine. 

"It doesn't matter what you did with the couple Mom," I said. "You have the tapes so let's close that chapter completely. As far as what happened, you were just trying to protect yourself and your friends. You need to get past that and focus on the rest of your life."

"I lied," she mumbled.

"What do you mean, Mom? You lied about what happened?"

"No," she said. "No, it all happened but l lied to myself, and I lied to you." 

"How did you lie" I wondered. 

"I'm so ashamed." She said. "I didn't want them stop. I didn't want the girl to stop. Not ever. It felt so good. I wanted it, honey. I wanted it so bad. They made her use a dildo on me too...a long, thick dildo that made me come again and again."

"It's been a long time since you've had sex, Mom. That's all. She just helped you have a few orgasms, that's all. It doesn't mean anything."

"I did it to her too," she said. "I ate her just like she ate me and I loved it. I loved her smell and her taste, and I wanted more. I almost cried when she left."

"That doesn't make you bad, Mom," I said, desperately wanting to make the whole thing go away.

"Why didn't I want them to stop?" she asked, "and why do I wish she would come back and make love to me some more? I've never been with a woman since I was with the couple. I've never even thought of it since then and now I want it again and again. I've never been so satisfied. I've never had orgasms like that and now I'll never know who she was."

"Are you sure you want to know?" I asked. "What if knowing made the situation even worse? What if she was someone you know really well, but would never dream of doing that with her?"

"I don't think I care any more," she said. "I just want to be with her again."

I wasn't sure where to go from there so I didn't say anything.

"They're your friends, Shelli," she said. "Ask them who it was. I don't care about anything else, I just need to be with her face to face."

"First of all," I said, "I don't want to speak to them ever again. Besides, I already know who she was but I can't tell you."

"Don't do this to me," she pleaded. "Just tell me who it is and I'll find a way to meet her and talk to her."

"Would you know her if she came back?"

"I think so," she said. "I think I'd remember how she felt and how she tasted. I think I'd know how she felt inside of me too. She was so good at what she did. I miss her already."

"Mom, the girl was tricked too in a way," I said.

"What? What do you mean?"

"They were playing a game called "Dare to be Bare," I said. "Each week a different girl is blindfolded and taken somewhere. They strip her naked and get her to do silly things like walking across a park nude or ride around in the back of a pickup naked with her legs spread out."

"Have you done that?" she asked.

"I've always been the one setting everything up," I said. "It's just for fun. No one gets hurt and we get to do some things we could never do on our own. It's fun being naked in public. I love it, but I've never been the one being stripped and paraded through crowds or anything. At least I wasn't until today that is."

"What are you saying?" she asked. 

"Mom, I was the girl making love to you today."

"You were not," she said.

"Yes I was, Mom. I didn't know it was you because I was blindfolded and tied up too."

"I don't believe you," she said. 

"I can prove it if you wish," I said.

I sat up on the bed and pushed my fingers into my pussy, rocking them in and out to get myself good and wet. Then I pulled them out and offered them to her. She licked at them, then sucked on them hungrily.

"Mom, it was me, I swear." 

"How could you do that to your own mother?

"Mom, you're not paying attention. I didn't know it was you." 

"I know," she said "it's just that now..."

"What, Mom? Now what?"

She began to cry, quietly at first, but then much harder. I went to put my rms around her.

"Please Mom, don't cry. All of this will go away, you'll see. You and I are the only ones other than the girls that know and if they tell anyone, they'll wish they hadn't."

She got off the bed to pace the floor, twisting a handful of tissues in her fingers.

"I waited for you to come back. I wanted you to make love to me again. I wanted you to take me hard and fast. I wanted to make love to you again too. Oh my god, honey, I desperately wanted to feel your touch, to hear your orgasms and taste your cum over and over. It's all I've thought about ever since they let me go. 

I sat quietly, contemplating the sick thoughts I was having. I wanted her too. I wanted to fuck my own mother and I wanted her to fuck me too. I wanted her to put on a harness so she could fuck me hard and deep, I wanted to ride her like a pinto pony, her cock deep in my pussy. I wanted to lick her ass and put my fingers in there deep. 

"So where do we go from here?" I asked. "Do we have the strength to walk away from this, forget it ever happened?"

"I can't believe I even think of doing anything else."

"But you are, Mom, we both are," I said. "Let's face it. We both want the same thing."

"What are you saying, honey?"

"I want everything you want and more, Mom. I want to make love to you in every way, and from every position and I want you to take me so high I can't come down,"

"Oh god honey, I want that too, but we just can't. It's so wrong for so many reasons." 

"What happens in this house is no one's business but ours," I said. 

"I'm sorry," she said. "I can't...we can't. We just can't.

"I'm sorry too, Mom," I said, as I got up and went to my room. "so very sorry."

I didn't know whether to cry or stop thinking about it. It didn't take long to learn that the latter wasn't ever going to happen, but the tears weren't a problem. It got dark out but I didn't turn on the light, I just lay there fighting the visions that drove me to one masturbatory orgasm after another. 

The house was so silent and I felt so alone for some reason. I was sure she was laying awake too but I just couldn't bring myself to go to her. 

I had my back to the door, gazing out into the night while I toyed with my fingers when I felt the side of the bed go down as she crawled in next to me.

"Can I just hold you?" she asked. 

"I wish you would," I replied. "It might help me to stop crying. and accept this." 

She held me to her, nuzzling into my hair and kissing my shoulder. "I wish it had never happened," she said. 

"I don't," I said. "I'm glad it did even though it's killing me to think it will never happen again.

"I know," she said. "But when it happened, neither of us had any control over it."

"I know that," I said, "but that knowledge isn't helping me get past it."

"Me either," she said. "I look out the window and I see nothing and that's the way I feel inside right now."

Neither of us said anything. I finally dropped back to lie on my back, my eyes fixed on the blank ceiling as a tear slipped from my eye. followed by another and another. 

"Don't honey," she said, holding me even tighter. "It won't help." 

I whipped around to face her, taking her in my arms to bury my face in her shoulder. 

"I know," I sobbed, "but they won't stop."

It hurt me so much when I felt her tear slide onto my face. We held on so tight it was hard to breathe. 

"God, I hate those girls," I said.

"Me too," she said. "If only we could erase these memories."

"No, Mom," I said. "I don't ever want to lose them. I just have to make them stop what they're doing to me."

She tipped my face back and licked a tear from my eye. "Shelli, I'm going to kiss you," she said. 

For ten minutes, we kissed and cried, and cried and kissed each other. 

"I'm sorry, Mom," I said, as I reached to fondle her beautiful breast. "I can't pretend."

"Oh baby, don't," she said. "I can't stand it."

I kissed her deeply and let my fingers go lower.

"Shelli, don't," she said, half-heartedly. "I won't be able to stop."

"I have no intention of stopping" I said, as I moved down to take her nipple in my teeth and a few seconds later, my fingertip slipped between her wet lips.

"Oh" she gasped sharply as I moved through her slit. "You have to stop." 

"I can't, Lisa," I said. 

She immediately picked up on the use of her sister's name so I didn't have to call her Mom while we were making love and have no doubt, I was most definitely going to make love to her.

"Oh my god," she whimpered as I moved lower to suck on her nipple and push another finger into her. Nothing she could say or do was going to stop us now. 

The die was cast and there would be slowing or stopping until neither of us could go on.

"Baby, oh my beautiful baby, I love you so much," she whispered into my hair.

I was much too busy to talk but my heart about melted at her words. When she came, I moved lower to drink her cum before opening her with my fingers to drive my tongue against her clit and into her set pussy, She tasted devine and I licked, sucked and nibbled on her clit to move her through another orgasm until she pushed me away because her clit was too tender. 

She rolled me to my back, raising my heels up to place them even with my head where I held them as she ate me so fast and hard that my orgasms never wanted her to stop and just about the time I thought she was done, she pushed a finger into my anus deep to fuck me into insanity, then added a second to drive them deep and fast while she licked my pussy. 

I screamed my orgasm so loud I thought for sure the police would show up as I gushed cum out like old faithful.

She dropped my legs down and came to lie with me all the way through a glorious afterglow that only ended when we fell asleep in each other's arms. 

For the rest of the day, we feasted on each other, fucked each other, and wound up humping into each other until we finally spooned into each other and let the world slip away. 

We slept that way until the warmth of the morning sun forced us to open our eyes.

"Good morning, Lisa,"I said, as I kissed her awake. "If you see Mom, tell her she doesn't have to worry any more. We solved the problem for her."

She smiled and kissed me with passion several times. "I'll tell her," she said, "but I think she already knows."

I was silent for a few seconds, so she reached over to stroke my hair. 

"What's wrong, honey?"" she asked.

"What? Oh nothing," I said. "I was just wondering where I could get a strap-on today."

"A what" she asked, amazed at such a thing.

"Never mind," I said. "It was one of the things I wanted you to do to me, that's all."

"Well, we can't have you left wanting now, can we?" she said. 

"Oh my god," I said. "that would be so awesome."

"Then let's go shopping," she said. 

"What day of the week is it, anyway," I asked. 

She giggled and kissed me again. "It's the day between surprise and forever," she said.

"Is that a work day?" I asked.

"Is it on the calendar?" she asked. "If you don't see those days on the calendar, it's not a work day."

"So we have all day to do whatever we want," I said.

"Anything and everything," she said. "After all, we have a lot to discover."

"Then we'd better shower and strip this bed," I said.

"Let's get mine wet next," she said. 

I smiled and climbed on her. "God, I think I'm the happiest woman in the world." 

"Second happiest," she said, as she wrapped her arms around me and started kissing me with her tongue deep in my throat. 

I decided second happiest was acceptable as long as this never ended.



Incestuous Chicanery



My twin sister and I had a pretty good relationship. She was like a female version of me. She actually grew up first and fastest, but I was always the dominant one. She hit puberty first and then helped me grow into mine through occasional sessions of 'doctor' and sex talk. By the time I started growing pubic hair, I was a raging ball of hormones and it was all her doing. She'd undress in front of me and prance around teasing me about how much I wanted to see what she gets to see every day. And though I was physically dominant, she always had the emotional and intellectual edge. By the time we were both old enough to drive (and therefore date), I had a scared puppy aversion to sexual encounters with girls, while she'd had so much practice messing with my head that she considered sexuality a game. 

One night, after an apparently successful date with her latest plaything, she came home to find me in the usual spot in front of my computer.

"Another exciting home alone, huh?" she teased.

"Mom's here," was my lame response.

"Ooooh, the drunken slut decided to grace you with her gracelessness, did she?" 

"Shut up. You look like you had fun...and you smell like a brewery. Kinda like the pot with the kettle tonight..." I grinned to myslef over my wit.

"When I get laid it's a challenging game of cat and mouse. With her it's like catching the rat who's already died in the trap. You could even fuck her if you wanted to, I bet." She giggled.

"Would you please just shut up? You're making me ill." The thought of my mom fucking was bad enough. Me fucking her made my stomach queasy.

"Well, why not? You don't seem to be making any strides toward joining the exciting world of the living. You may as well take it where you can get it." She continued.

"I'll get plenty when I want it," I said. "Watching you slut it up is enough for me right now. I'll just sit back and learn from your mistakes." I was getting tired and our conversation was losing its entertainment value. Not to mention she knew me better than I wanted her too and her words dug into my self esteem.

"What if I brought you one of my friends?" She teased again.

"Oh, how charitable of you." I said with a sneer.

"No, really. I'd love to bring you a drunken cheerleader to do with as you will. It's just the kind of dirty kinky thing I like. Maybe I could write a dirty story for the internet about it." Her words were slurred less and she had a bright look in her eyes, making me lift my eyes to meet hers. "Seriously," she said. "You in?"

Tired of wanking and feeling like less than a man at 18, I mulled it over and agreed. Though she was a tease, she never lied or tricked me. I may end up with an ugly, buck toothed 13 year old, but fuck this virginity shit.

The next evening she came home and had a bottle of strawberry wine with her. "Here, drink this. She'll only do it if both of you can blame it on drunkenness. She's working on hers right now."

"Where is she?" I asked with a nervousness growing in my stomach.

"At a friend's house. She also doesn't want you to know who she is, so you'll have to do it with the lights out." She had an earnestness about her as well as an edgy urgency as she grabbed a few things from the closet. "Where's mom?" She asked.

"I don't know. I haven't seen her all day. Listen, this is stupid, ok?" I finally chickened out.

"No, come on. I've got her all ready. Besides, she's so drunk she may just pass out and you'll be able to do anything you want to her. So start drinking and go get in bed. I'll send her up when she gets here. And remember, she won't do it if you know who she is, so no words, no lights." She got all of this out in one breath and then went for the door.

I headed for my room with the bottle she had brought me. Feeling the nervousness in my stomach, I started drinking before I could chicken out again. It tasted like crap, but better than most of the 'grown up' stuff I'd had at that point. I finished about half of the bottle when I heard my sister come in the front door. She came down the hallway toward my room and then past it. I thought I heard her open my mother's door to check on her. Then she came back and opened my door. I could see the sillohuette of two petite girls in the doorway, and one was slumped over on the other's shoulder. 

I slid over in my bed and pulled back the sheets. My sister dumped her, already naked in the bed next to me. She was completely motionless and smelled of hard liquor.

"Ok," she whispered. "She's out, so have fun. Don't worry about getting her off, just go for yours."

"Are you sure this is cool?" I asked, unsure whether I cared at this point. Half a bottle of strawberry wine was enough to remove most of my inhibitions. "And what about mom?"

"Mom's passed out in bed with some guy. She woudn't care anyway." She really disliked our mother. Jealousy perhaps...I don't know.

"Ok, go before I lose my nerve." I said.

She slipped out and closed the door, leaving us in the total darkness. I reached over and felt her bare stomach. As I did, my cock grew immediately hard. I moved my hand slowly to her breast and cupped it. Softer than I would have guessed. They always look so hard from afar. I leaned down and kissed the nipple closest to me, then sucked it into my mouth. She didn't move. She was really out. Keeping her nipple in my mouth, I moved my hand down to her crotch and felt her knotted, curly pubic hair. Her pussy ws warm, but dry and closed. 

I put a finger on either side of her lips and pulled them apart. Even inside her pussy was dry. I didn't know much about sex, but I knew there had to be some lubrication. I let her nipple slip out of my mouth and moved my head toward her mound where I discoverd the smell of pussy for the first time. Rich, thick, musky, and almost fishy. 

I wet my tounge inside my mouth and pushed it against her pussy, once again spread by my fingers, letting saliva flow from me to her. A flew flicks up and down and she was as slippery as could be. To test, I pushed a finger into her. Oh god, this really turned me on and I knew I needed to be in her right away. 

I pulled my finger out and moved back up on the bed. I pulled one of her legs toward me and rolled over to the other side of it. I felt the warmth and wetness of her pussy as my cock, as if trained` landed right on it. Instinctively, my hips began to writhe and rock. Oh heaven! I rocked on her pussy, pulling back a little further each time until I felt her lips slip around my tip. I stopped, so as to savor the losing of my virginity and with a painful slowness, inched my cock into her. She still wasn't moving, but I didn't care. I felt her lips slip completely around my tip and begin their ascent up my shaft. The warmth of her vagina engulfing me was sensational. I reveled in it.

Finally, I could push no further and stopped, breathing in the smell of her sweat and mine, and pushed myself up on my arms. My body jerked and I began to stroke my cock in and out of her with a slow side to side rocking of my hips, in and out. I pushed deep and kissed her lips as I brought myself down, cradling her tits between our bodies. I reached down with one hand and pushed her limp leg around my thigh and pulled it up so her heel was touching my ass, then did the same with the other hand to the other leg. I felt a shock as this allowed me to penetrate slightly deeper. How deep can I go? I wondered.

Bringing my hands back around to her ass, I pulled her cheeks apart and lifted her ass toward me as I stroked my cock back into her. Oh! I felt her cervix on the tip of my cock. This got me close and one more outward then inward thrust took me over the edge. My balls tightened, my legs quivered and my butt muscles tensed as I erupted into her slippery crevass. I shivered again as another burst shot through me and out into her. I collapsed onto her with all my weight as each shiver running through my body to peak in my cock deposited more and more of my seed deep inside this soft, wet, slippery and warm body.

I lay there for a few seconds, catching my breath, basking in the afterglow and with a silly grin whispered "was it good for you too, my princess?" Of course, she didn't answer. I kissed her limp lips and pushed into her again, victoriously. I brought her legs up under my arms and pressed them down against her with my body weight and bounced with the springs of the bed, hearing a slosh from her pussy as my cock came out and slid forcefully back into her. Oh, how I needed it again!

This time, I rolled her over on her stomach, moved her knees up under her breasts, and positioned myself behind her ass. I grabbed her ass and positioned my cock at the entrance of her fully lubed pussy and inserted it slowly, giving her my entire length, inch by inch.

Just then, I was startled to hear a giggle behind me! My sister was in the room. "Keep going!" she whispered. 

"No way, not with you in here, get out!" I shouted.

"Oh, come on. What lucky girl in the world gets the chance to videotape her brother's first orgasm?" she giggled.

" I already had that, now go! You have a video camera? God damn it, get out of here!" I pleaded.

"I've been here a while with the nightshot."

I knew I couldn't argue with her, so I just turned away from her and started humping the beautiful young girl wrapped around my cock. My sister turned on the light to the camera and got in front of us, pointing the camera at me, then at the girl. She grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head, pointing the camera at ther face. "How do you like it?" She giggled. "You just let me know if you want more of this hot, hard young man, you slutty little cunt."

She continued focusing the camera back and forth between my face and the girl's. Then she turned off the light, switching back to nightshot, and drew back away from us so that she could get both of us in the frame. With only a blinking red light coming from my sister and her camera in the dakness, I quickly returned to the moment and continued ravenously pumping my cock into this fresh young pussy, forgetting about my sister.

"You know, I don't think she's on the pill...you might get her pregnant. Wouldn't that be perfect?" she giggled. "I wish she'd wake up so she could feel it though."

I ignored my sister's tauntings as I pumped faster, harder, and deeper, trying for all I was worth to find some friction in this sloppy, wet, over-fucked pussy. Just as I was almost ready to give up, I heard my sister let out a little moan and noticed recognizable rythmic rustling noises from her direction. Perversely, it turned me on so much to know she was masturbating while watching me fuck this girl that immediately I felt a familiar itch surface in my balls. Within a few strokes I was erupting into her hot messy snatch once again. The orgasm was incredible and drained my entire body of not only its potent semen, but also its energy and I collapsed on top of the girl.

Her pussy was so wet with my come that I could hardly feel myself inside her as I pushed in deep and hard and propped myself up on my elbows. "What are you planning on doing with that video?" I asked, finally regaining my senses.

"Oh, maybe a little blackmail...maybe I'll just use it for masturbation material." She grinned, teasingly. "Do you think you're up for another one? I've only got about 15 minutes on tape here. That means I'd have to get up and rewind if I wanted to come more than a couple of times," she giggled.

"I've definitely got it in me, but this girl is too wet and loose. She must have fucked a million guys already," I asserted, also not wanting to be the star of my sisters perversions any longer.

"Oh come on, just one more? What if I clean her up and dry her pussy out a little bit?" she pleaded.

"Ok, one more, but you have to let me see the video afterward and you can't ever show it to someone without my persmission," I said.

"Well, I can agree to the second part, but I have to get permission from her before I can let you see her face in the video," she reminded me. "Now go wait outside the door and I'll call you in when she's ready."

Taking note of the integrity with which she was treating this girl's wishes, I trusted her and stepped out of the room. After a few minutes of movement and bed squeaking from behind the closed door, I heard her yell, "Ok, ready!"

I entered the room and heard my sister say "wait, she's starting to wake up so no talking. And when you're done, just get up and walk out" I nodded in the darkness and walked in and found the bed. Climbing on, I could feel that she was now on her back with her legs open and I could see the lights of the video camera a few feet away from the bed. I felt for the girl's pussy to see how well she'd been cleaned up. When I touched her, I heard a slight sigh come from her. This turned me on and my cock was hard again. Her pussy was still wet and open, but in much better shape. 

I climbed up the bed, still between her legs and touched the tip of my dick to her wetness. I felt her twitch and shivver a little as we first made contact. She pushed her pelvis toward me and burried the tip of my dick between her full wet lips. Fuck! Screwing an awake girl was so much better!

I thrust forward immediately and the tip of my dick was inside her. She moaned and I slowly moved further and further into her. She was writhing under me and we picked up a fast, rythmic motion with my cock pushing in and sliding out, each to the limit. We bucked against each other's body for a long time, and I felt her getting more and more into it as she seemed to be coming out of her drunken slumber.

Her moans were getting louder, though still in a whisper and her movements got stronger and sharper. She lifted her legs and put them on my ass, allowing me to go deeper, then she put her arms around my back and pulled my chest down against hers. Her breasts felt much firmer against my body than they had before. God I was enjoying this! 

I began to pump faster and harder and she started breathing heavily, letting out little stunted moans with each of my thrusts. She stiffened her legs around me and pulled me close to her as I continued thrusting. 

"Oh god," she whispered. "I'm coming...I'm coming."

Hearing her words took me over the edge and I felt my orgasm begin as she held me down tightly and milked my pulsing, spewing cock for what seemed like an eternity. 

As her orgasm ended and her body stopped spasming, she whispered into my ear "ok, you can come now, but come on my stomach - not in me." She must not have realized I had just unloaded millions of little baby making sperm into her, and was obviously unaware of what had happened earlier, but I couldn't say anything. I kissed her lips, but she pulled away and whispered again "just come now."

My dick was still in her and only slightly less firm than before so I started pumping, working on my fourth orgasm of the evening. This one took about ten minutes and I kept thinking about how my sister would have plenty of masturbation material. I also kept thinking about her masturbating while manning the camera and the thought of maybe watching it with her and masturbating together is what sent me over the edge this time.

As she requested, I pulled out and shot my fourth load all over her stomach. I heard it land with a splat. Then I got up, completely spent, put on my robe and walked out of the room without a word.

I heard the movement of my sister and her friend upstairs, then my sister yelled down to me "Go into the kitchen so she can leave." I went into the kitchen and heard the front door open and close.

My sister then came down and said, "She said you can look at the video if you want to," and handed me the camera. "I'm going to take her home then go hang out with some friends, so have fun," she smiled, turned around and walked out the door.

I connected the camera to the TV and started watching. The first shot was the view from the hallway. Everything was green since that's how it comes out with the nightshot. She entered my room and you could see my ass pumping between this girl's widely spread legs. The view moved down to show the sight of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. A little later, you could see my cock pulsing as it pumped its first load into her, then the commotion of my sister revealing herself. She talked me into continuing and then got in front of me. She turned on the real light to the camera and lifted the girl's head up and showed me her face. 

That's when it all hit me. The saggy breasts, the loose pussy, the thin skin. I was fucking my mother! My sister was pure evil! I watched myself pumping my cock into her as my sister directed the camera in every possible angle, leaving no doubt that I was fucking my own mother on videotape. It was making me sick, but I watched it like a gruesome car wreck on the freeway. I couldn't take my eyes off it. 

I watched myself come inside her again and then watched my sister convince me to get more. The next part, however, shocked me even more. My sister wiped my mother's pussy then moved her limp body to the floor. Next, she stripped off her shirt and bra, dropped her skirt to the floor to reveal she wasn't wearing any panties, and took my mother's place on the bed. 

When I came back in, I climbed onto the bed and started fucking my own sister! This time it was all from a single angle, but the final come shot was almost in 3D. You could see the glowing liquid shoot through the air and land directly in the cleavage below her right tit. 

The unfortunate side effect of watching me fuck my sister was that my anger gave way to lust and I pulled out my dick, rewound the tape, and jerked off to the scene. I lubed my hand with saliva and pounded my cock with my fist, rubbing my thumb over the tip at the end of each downward stroke. With each stroke, I felt myself wishing that my sister had placed the camera behind us so I could see the penetration. 

I stroked for all I was worth, but having had so much pussy this evening, I couldn't make myself come. Then it hit me that my mother was still asleep in bed, probably still naked and lubed up from all of my come. I could quickly sneak in, slip it into her and have a quick orgasm.

I sneaked into her room and found her on her stomach, legs spread, still leaking my semen. I shook her to make sure she was still asleep and then climbed on, slipping easily into her wet snatch. I pumped fast and hard and was soon unloading into her. Then I got up and went to bed.

At about 2 in the morning, I was awakened by a hand on my back. My sister was sitting on the edge of my bed whispering my name. "You're not mad at me are you?" she whimpered.

"Of course I'm mad at you. That's the shittiest thing you've ever done. Not only did I lose my fucking virginity to my own god damned mother, but I might now father a child with both her and my sister!" I shouted through my whisper.

"Well, I'm sorry about your virginity. Can't you just think about how you enjoyed it while it was happening? Besides, now it's out of the way. And I doubt mom is going to get pregnant. She's hardly healthy enough to even have a period. And you pulled out when you came with me," she explained while she slowly took her hand and put it on my belly. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" and moved her hand down to my cock.

"Uh...you don't think I've had enough of that?" I asked stubornly. 

"Do you?" she asked as she lifted the covers to reveal my hardening dick. She took it into her hand and slowly stroked it. Then she leaned over and took the tip into her mouth, wetting it with her abundant saliva. "I'll do anything you want," she mumbled around my fully erect penis.

"Let me come in you and we'll forget the whole thing," I offered.

"Oh, no way. Nothing is worth that. I'm completely fertile right now. We shouldn't have even done what we did without a condom," she said. "I was just too horny to deal with that at the time."




Incestuous Chicanery



"Let me come in your ass."

"And you'll forgive me for everything?" she queried.

"And do whatever I want for the next 24 hours, and once in a while after that when I can't get someone else," I added.

"There's always mom," she giggled out as she climbed onto the bed, straddling me and taking my cock in her hand. It was fully lubed up with her saliva and slid pretty easily into her already wet pussy.

She smelled of alcohol and was a little clumsy. "Fuck my pussy for a little while...make me come first," she whispered. "That'll loosen up my ass and lube up your dick."

I pumped my dick into her and she leaned over so that her arms were stretched out to my sides, supporting her weight above me. She bounced on my cock aggressively while she moaned with her eyes closed and her head back. I started to really bang her pussy as her thrusts became more forcefull and I could feel an orgasm building in me. I knew I only had a few more thrusts, but I didn't want to tell her. Pregnancy could be her punishment for what she did to me. I planned to come in her pussy as much as I could over the next 24 hours without letting her know. Suddenly I felt myself erupting into her just as she cried out, "I'm coming!" and ground herself onto my cock. 

"Mmmmmmhhh..." she moaned. "Ok, big boy, you want my ass now?" she asked as she climbed off of me and positioned herself for rear entry. "Be careful, ok? I'm not real experienced with this."

I got up and looked at her asshole staring back at me. Right below it was her gaping pussy, running over with the white, slippery liquid I'd just deposited. I stuck two fingers into the hole and wetted them with my semen, then gently lubed up the outside of her tight little asshole. I put my hand on my still dribbling cock and placed the tip at the opening of her asshole and slowly pushed it in. She grunted and said "Gently," but my dick was already about an inch in. 

I continued at a slightly faster pace until I was burried to my balls in her ass. "Are you ok?" I asked. 

"Fine, just take it easy now," she pleaded.

I stroked slow and long in and out of her ass and could tell that I wouldn't last long in here. I picked up the pace and was eventually pulling almost all the way out with each stroke. Soon, I was coming all the way out and popping full force through her tight little sphincter on each re-entry. She didn't seem to mind this, so I continued. One time, my cock slipped full force back into her pussy instead of her ass and that gave me a good idea. I brought myself to the brink of orgasm and just as my balls began to pump their liquid, I rammed the length of my cock directly into her pussy so the head was at the opening of her cervix, delivering its load straight into her womb. 

I rested there for a second grinding my hips as I felt the last of my seed pulsing from my body into hers and then put it immediately back into her ass. I stroked a little longer and came again while my cock was still up her ass. I made a big production of this orgasm so she'd know I came. I collapsed onto her back and pushed her down onto the bed. I lay there on top of her for a few minutes before I noticed that she had fallen asleep. Quickly, I pulled my dick out of her ass and inserted into her sloppy wet pussy and fucked her hard and fast until I exploded with another gripping orgasm. 

After using her pussy to milk my cock of its last few drops of semen, I climbed out of bed and walked to her room where I then spent the night.

When I woke up the next morning, mom had already gone off to work and my sister was in the bathroom getting ready for school. I stuck my head in to catch her sitting on the toilet. "Get out!" she cried. But I just stood there. 

"I want to send you to school with something in your pussy. You have to keep it there for me all day," I told her.

"Ok, but just get out." She yelled with a little grin on her face. She was having fun with this.

"I went to my room and found a small plastic easter egg. I quickly jacked off into one half of it, filling it with my semen. Next I grabbed a syringe from my chemestry set and sucked it all into it. I returned to the bathroom where my sister was on her tip toes, staring into the mirror, plucking her eyebrows, still fully naked. I walked up behind her and said "Spread 'em." She spread her legs, arched her back and gave me access to her pussy. I grabbed a little vaseline and secretly lubed up the syringe. Inserting the syringe as deeply as I could, I pushed the plunger and sent my semen home. 

"What are you putting in me?" she asked.

"You'll find out when I take it out of you after you get home." I pushed the egg in to keep the semen from leaking out. We both finished getting ready and were off to school.

Midway through the day, I ran into her during lunch break. "Don't you want to check me for honesty?" she asked with a devilish grin.

"Ok, where?" 

"The boiler room, downstairs," she said as she grabbed my hand and led me toward a dark and unused hallway with which she seemed to have an intimate familiarity. She opened a door and led me in. Once inside, she turned around leaned against the wall and lifted her dress to reveal her pink cotton panties. "Explore away!" she insisted.

I approached her and looped my thumbs under either side of her panties and slid them half way down her thighs. Then I cupped her pussy with my right hand and inserted a finger. Right there inside her was the plastic easter egg. I could feel my erection bulging in my pants.

"Wanna see me push it out?" she asked and I nodded. With that, she pushed her panties around her ankles and sqautted in place. Almost immediately, the egg was rolling on the floor at her feet in a puddle of hours old semen. "Now you put it back in," she offered as she turned again toward the wall and pointed her ass toward me.

I picked it up and came closer to her. I released my cock from the confines of my pants and rubbed it between her legs. She moaned as I grabbed my cock and placed it at the opening of her pussy, slipping the head just inside her. I pumped a few times and could already feel an orgasm coming on. A few more aggressive thrusts and I was depositing another load of incestuous semen into the depths of her fertile sheath. I pulled out and quickly replaced my cock with the toy egg.

"I don't have time to come right now. I have a class to get to. Besides, I want to save it for your ass after school," I lied.

"But what about me?" she begged. "I want to come."

"I don't have time. Besides, this is your pennance, remember? You're not supposed to enjoy it," I reminded her.

"After school? Will you make me come after school?" she asked.

"If you let me come in your pussy I'll make you come any time you want me to. Other than that, I'm only worried about my own orgasms," I replied.

"I can give you the best blow job of your life," she pleaded.

"Any blow job would be the best of my life right now," I countered.

"Why do you want to come in my pussy?" she asked. "I'm ovulating as we speak! Any come in my pussy is most definitely going to get me pregnant. Is that what you want?"

"Maybe...I mean, what harm has come to you through all of this? You stole something from me that can never be replaced. And you're still having fun with me," I said.

"I said I'm sorry and you said you'd forgive me if I went along with all of this. You didn't say I had to go to hell and back! I'm a senior and I've been a dirty little slut since before puberty. I've made it this far without getting pregnant and you want to fuck that up for me? Why? If that's really what you want, come over here and come in my pussy right now," she demanded as she bent over at the waist and showed me her wide open cunt. "Come on!"

I wasn't going to give in to her manipulations. She had royally fucked me over, humiliated our mother, and violated any trust there once was between us. I pulled my dick back out and walked toward her. As I did, she pushed the toy egg out again, sending it bouncing across the cement floor. I took my dick in my hand and guided it into her.

Grabbing onto her hips, I used them for leverage as I pounded her as deeply as possible. I could hear her grunt with each of my thrusts and those grunts eventually turned to lusty moans. I felt her reach back with her right hand and lightly touch my balls as they bounced against her clit and pubic mound.

Her hand then moved to her clit and she was soon rubbing it fiercly, trying to beat me to climax. Her extended moans and hightened pitch told me she was going to, but the added stimulus brought me quickly to the edge and I felt my cock explode into her just as she began twitching. Her continued abrupt movements kept my spasms coming as I splashed load after load into her already teeming cunt.

She brought herself upright, keeping my cock burried in her snatch and put her hands on mine, still tightly grasping her hips. She pulled my hands up to her tits and I squeezed them lightly and she responded by squeezing my cock with her pussy.

"Well, if that wasn't worth it, I don't know what would be," she sighed. "Are you going to let it go now? I love doing this, but I can't handle the stress of a late period."

"Ok, yeah, I mean, I wasn't being all that picky about who I lost my virginity with, and it's unlikely mom could sustain a pregnancy if it were even possible for her to obtain one so it's hard for me to really be mad at you about that. But this isn't the first time I've come inside of you." I confessed. "The first time we fucked, when I didn't know it was you, you were coming with your legs all wrapped around me, and I was coming too. Then When you came to my bed later that night, I came in your pussy before I came in your ass, and then again afterward while you slept. And this morning, I filled your pussy with my come before I put the toy egg in. Then I came in you when we fucked against the wall down here and again just now. You're probably 5 pounds heavier with all the sperm you've got swimming around inside of you right now."

Her eyes were closed and she wasn't saying anything. She moved her ass a little, getting the attention of my cock and she reached down and started fingering her clit again. "We may as well make it worth it," she whispered.



Incestuous Cohabiting



Being caught naked in your garden by your husband inevitably causes problems. Being with a man who is also naked compounds that. Being about to be fucked by that other man makes it almost impossible to explain. And with that naked man being your son fucks things up completely. 

There can only be one solution. Yes Richard divorced me.

Being a lawyer he did it quickly without any mention of the reason coming out; irreconcilable differences being the court jargon for the fact that my son and I had fallen in love.

*

It had been rumbling around between Peter and me for some time. It started with sly glances when I was showing a little too much of my, still at forty five, shapely, legs or my full, ample C cup, breasts. It went on with him brushing up against me, us touching each other unnecessarily and holding each other's glances. It increased when he found Richard's and my collection of 'intimate' photos of me on my laptop and it exploded when he persuaded me to pose for him. That went too far and we ended up naked with me masturbating him on our living room floor.

Luckily in many ways Peter was going travelling in South America before going off to university in the autumn. That would remove the temptation for both of us for we had admitted to each other lying naked on that floor that we could not resist each other. It almost worked, but as usual Richard let me down. The morning we were due to take Peter to Heathrow from our horrible house in St Albans something important came up at the law firm where he was a partner. I had to take him by myself. We ended up in a field near Slough masturbating each other with his cum soaking my bra so that I had to drive home braless.

We kept in touch when he was travelling. This was mainly by emails, occasionally by phone and a few times by yahoo messenger and phone. They were amazing yet very worrying. Amazing because we could talk and see each other on cam, worrying because inevitably I suppose, we cybered. Yes my son fucked me over the net.

He had only been home a day. One night and one day. I had tried. I had tried so hard, so very, very hard to resist the tremendous temptation and it had nearly worked. Once again Richard's work intervened. We were supposed to be together as a family for the few days before Peter went off to college, but Richard had to go to Paris overnight. That left Peter and I alone in the house. How the hell we ended up naked in the little courtyard at the back of the house that is such a suntrap I don't remember. But I remember vividly being pushed back against the wall by my son, having his lovely cock between my thighs and him about to fuck me when Richard walked in. The trip had been cancelled.

*

Richard rarely loses his temper. He keeps his cool all the time, but then top corporate lawyers have to do that. He quickly summed up the situation in the garden that afternoon a few months ago now. He hardly said anything but I recall him telling Peter to get dressed and get out. He just told me to get dressed. Peter did as Richard told him and I slipped my jeans and tee shirt on; I couldn't find my underwear.

There was no messing around. He explained in very clinical terms exactly what would happen. He would move out and stay at a company flat in town while I sorted myself out. He would keep the house in St Albans "After all you have always hated it haven't you?" and I could keep the 'cottage in Norfolk and the house in Florida. 

"I'll draw up an outline agreement tomorrow and then we can get things moving" he'd said as he packed. "I'll send someone for the rest of my stuff."

That was it. No screaming, no shouting, no recriminations and no tears; just a cold clinical closure on a twenty two-year marriage. Richard packed one suitcase, picked up his laptop, iPad and golf clubs and in less than hour from catching us he was driving his new Mercedes out of the driveway and my life.

I felt dead inside. Upset? Maybe, but not as much as I would have imagined. There was just a dull ache and a concern over the future and what we would tell our friends, family and work colleagues. The marriage had been on the wane for ages. We rarely had sex and nowadays when we did he generally needed the stimulus of photographing me undressing to get him going. But then with the hours he worked when in England and the travelling he did, at least a week away every month, the marriage didn't really have a chance. For a couple of years now I had contemplated having an affair. Like many women in the mid-forties I had also thought about finding a toy boy. Little did I imagine that my eighteen year old son would be the provider of both of those thoughts.

My phone beeped. There was a text it was from Peter.

'How r things"

"Ok he's gon"

"Can I cum round"

I smiled at the misuse of the word. Being a bit of a wordsmith and having once worked in and owned a publishing company I didn't really like textspeak, but sometimes I indulge.

"U can cum round, square, oblong or oval if you like"

"Mum how cd u? On my way"

It was no more than ten minutes later that he parked the new MINI Cooper S we had bought him for getting such good A-level results in the pea shingle covered driveway. I opened the door. Before I could even close it he pulled me into his arms and still with the door open he kissed me. I responded immediately. We ground our lips together, probed our tongues into the others mouth and writhed our bodies against the others. All the pent up desire for each other, the lust, the love and the sheer fucking need to fuck each other exploded as we kissed just inside the front door.

"Mum I am so sorry" he gasped between kissing me.

"It wasn't your fault, don't apologise" I managed to mutter back as the kiss went on and on.

His hands were all over me. In my shoulder-length, ash blonde hair, on my neck, up and down my back and on my bum. 

"Oh God" he grunted when his hands ran down my spine and realised I wasn't wearing a bra. His hand immediately slid round my body and cupped my breast that was straining against the cotton of my tee shirt. I kissed him even harder as he pushed the bulge of his erection into my stomach, the place that had nurtured him for nine months, and slid his hand up my tee shirt and right onto my breast. Reaching down I gripped the hem of my tee shirt and tore it up and over my head. I bared my breasts for Peter, I wanted my son to see and have his mother's full tits that were aching for his touch.

Sexually consummating our incestuous mother/son relationship became the urgency for us. It became the critical event. We had been close several times, but so far I had not had my baby's cock inside me. No so far we hadn't had full sex. My son had not yet fucked me and we both so badly wanted to rectify that. He also pulled his tee shirt off and we both fumbled with the zips on our jeans.

Naked again I was pulled into his arms.

"Let's go to bed darling" I whispered into his ear. 

Taking his hand I led him up the stairs acutely conscious that his face was just inches behind my bare bum to my bedroom. Momentarily balking at the idea of committing incest in my marital bed, but then realising that my marriage was over so it wasn't such a bed, I took my son to that bedroom. We lay on it kissing, rolling around in each other's arms and grinding our bodies together as we moved inexorably to what I recognised had become our sexual destiny.

"Oh mum, oh Cat" he sighed as he lay on top of me and held my arms above my head. He raised himself up and stared down at me. I enjoyed the look in his eyes as he stared at my breasts.

"Darling, yes, yes" I groaned as I felt his cock nuzzling my lips. I put my arms all the way round him, pulled him down so his firm chest squashed my breasts and whispered. "It's time Peter. At last."

"Oh yes" he sighed as looking deep into my eyes he pushed forward and surged his cock right up my cunt.

I had never felt such emotions as when he slid deep into me and held himself rigid as we kissed. All thought s of impropriety, of wrongdoing or breaking laws left my mind. My loyalty to my husband vanished in a flash. This seemed so perfect, so natural and simply so right. It felt as though we were doing what had always been ordained, what had been arranged and ordered for us by a greater force. It was what we had both always wanted and needed.

"What's the matter?" He asked as he heard me sobbing and saw the tears running down my face.

"Nothing my darling."

"Why are you crying?"

"I am just so happy, this is the most emotional thing that has ever happened to me."

"Oh yes Cat, yes" he groaned kissing me and starting to fuck me with long, deep even thrusts.

It didn't last long. It couldn't. There was no need for length of time for the emotional intensity was so extreme for both of us that our mind was controlling events. It was that which was determining when both of us climaxed and it was that which gave me one of the strongest orgasms I had ever experienced. I was so pleased, though, that even as wave after wave of incredible feelings broke over me I heard him grunting as his cock exploded and my son's spunk poured into my cunt as we experienced our first mutual climax.

We slept together that night and made love for most of it. We stayed in the next day and in addition to making love for a lot of the time we talked. We talked about the inevitable divorce, what we would tell the different groups of friends, relatives, acquaintances, sports club members and work colleagues and of course us.

"Mum you have to realise that I am in love with you?" He said round about mid-morning causing us to make love again this time on the rug on the floor of my conservatory

Peter was due to go to university in two weeks time. Some time during the afternoon he said.

"I can't leave you to handle what's going to happen by yourself."

"You have to go, you worked so hard."

"University can wait, I can always go later." 

"But you want to go."

"I can't leave you, I want to be with you more than I want to go to uni."

This time we had sex in the little courtyard where Richard had caught us just the day before, although that seemed such an age ago.

Over dinner I gave in and agreed that he didn't have to go.

"I want us to live together as man and woman, as lovers, not mother and daughter."

I didn't say it then, but that idea so excited me. It was exactly what I wanted, but I was too scared to suggest it.

*

The next couple of weeks passed in a blur of lovemaking with my son, telling lies to nearly everyone we knew and receiving a seeming endless series of legal documents from Richard's firm. A girl friend at the tennis club where I remained a member, we opted for Richard leaving that and me the golf club, gave me the name of the lawyer 'who had handled her divorce. I briefed her and simply let her get on with it. Richard was fair with his demands. In any case with the money I had received when I sold the family firm that had been safely invested and the inheritances I had received, my wealth far exceeded his. I didn't want anything for myself and asking for maintenance for Peter, our son and my lover seemed incongruous.

There were many awkward moments particularly when people asked why Peter hadn't gone to university. We had agreed to keep as near to the truth as possible. Obviously we couldn't say it was because he wanted to stay home and make love to his mum, so we said it was so he could help me cope with the divorce.

I wanted to get out of the horrible Victorian house as soon as I could, I hated it. It had been in Richard's family since it was built in eighteen forty and they all loved it; it had always been a bone of contention between us.

"Let's move into town" I suggested one evening when we were having dinner.

"St Albans?"

"No London."

"Where?"

"Anywhere, I'll rent."

We talked about that for ages slowly refining the idea until we agreed a plan. Yes we would get out of the house, but we wouldn't move to London. Instead we would move to the house in Florida that was mine, lock, stock and barrel.

Our life had become fairly routine. Peter didn't have a job, but had decided to start studying for his IT and Business Studies degree at home. He would work most mornings while I either played tennis or went to the gym or did the shopping. We'd meet up for a light lunch at home and often have sex during the afternoon. Occasionally we would go out to dinner, but more often we'd eat in unless it was at a restaurant where the staff knew us as mother and son. I found it awkward being out with Peter for I felt very uncomfortable with the stares and 'knowing glances' that suggested 'look at that cougar with her young toy boy she must be so desperate.'

I felt particularly uncomfortable around the town where we lived, St Albans, especially when we 'bumped into' people we knew. I was sure that they would be guessing what was going on between us, that people who knew us would be gossiping about us and that something would show about us living together not as mother and son, but as lovers. I saw looks in friend's eyes, I read hints into everything they said and became convinced that somehow they knew. I was becoming paranoid about it. 

It made me feel awful. I was weepy and of course full of guilt, remorse and self-doubt. I hadn't wanted or expected this to happen. I was aware of the risks of committing incest with my son, but never in my wildest dreams did I think things would go this far or this way. I had thought about the difficulties that would confront us when Peter came home from university, when perhaps he found a girl friend or when one of us wanted to end what we had started. My thinking hadn't gone further than that. It couldn't for there was no way I could have possibly contemplated what had actually happened or have foreseen us being in the situation we were now in.

I was so worried that Peter would be affected by what was going on and would decide that 'having an affair' with his mother just wasn't worth it. But not once did he really give me cause to think that way for he was a stalwart with his support, his love and his lovemaking. 

I couldn't wait to get away, to 'escape' as I saw it to Florida. We hadn't used the house much, which was on the Gulf coast not far from Sarasota, so we knew very few people and, more importantly few knew me or us. Just how we would cope with the situation I hadn't worked out, but it was a pretty relaxed place with lots of seemingly oddball characters so I wasn't too worried: 'We'll work something out' I told myself.

I hurried the arrangements so that within three weeks of us being caught, we were flying Virgin upper class to Orlando. As the plane lifted off from Gatwick so much seemed to lift from me. I felt better and with Peter next to me the future took on a slightly more encouraging light than it had in the fucking mausoleum of the St Albans house.

We drank too much on the plane and we both got rather giggly. I think it was the prospect of our 'new life' and the relief of getting away from home and Richard that caused that.

The quite beautiful looking two female cabin crew in their red skirts and white blouses were very attentive to us and the other two couples in upper class. As usual, however, I had to make the point that Richard was my son, I was embarrassed at what they were thinking when they heard us giggling and chatting and I was worried that they would have seen us touching the other's arm or wrist. Again I was sure they suspected that there was more between us than 'motherly love;' they were absolutely correct. When they dimmed the lights for the film we held hands, as they had their lunch we kissed and as the other couples snoozed the afternoon away he caressed my breasts and I stroked his cock.

"God I so need you" he groaned into my ear.

"I've always had an ambition to join the mile high club" I smiled.

"We can't here."

"I know, I always visualised being shagged in the loo, but we would be noticed so we'll have to pass" I told him as he pinched my nipple through my bra.

Rather than take on the two hour drive across Florida and down the west coast I had booked us into a hotel for the night, the idea being to have a rental car delivered to the hotel the next morning. We got to the hotel around two and Peter handled the checking in as I stood off to one side hoping the reservations clerk would not look closely and see my age. Peter decided to have a snooze on the bed so I opted to go to the pool.

It wasn't very crowded and I found a sun bed in a corner of the large pool area. I was soon nearly asleep and my mind kept running over the amazing events of the past few weeks. Oddly, I didn't feel as concerned about the future as I had during the first few days after Richard caught us so my mind was more on Peter and the sex we'd had. I smiled when I realised just how much there had been. As I slipped in and out of sleep I worked out that the event with Richard had been twenty four days ago. During that time Peter and I must have averaged having sex at least three times a day so my son had fucked me over seventy times in three weeks, more than his father had in the past two years I calculated. But it hadn't all been penetrative sex. I had taught him other sexual techniques as well, though to be fair he didn't need much educating.

After that first time we had full sex on the evening Richard left we did it at least twice more that night. Our need and demand for each other was so great that we applied little subtlety to our lovemaking. Whilst tender, it was also raw and urgent. It was as though we had to make up for lost time and boy during that night did we do that? My son's sexual technique and his consideration towards me gaining as much pleasure as possible impressed me considerably. Feeling a little jealous I made a mental note to ask him about his conquests.

We stayed in bed most of the next day talking about what had happened and what we were going to do. Both of us several times reiterated that we wanted to live as lovers, not mother and son; I found that so sexy, but so right. We spent the day dozing and touching each other. We would arouse each other, have sex then doze again occasionally getting up to prepare some food. We really were making up for lost time. Around five in the afternoon we showered and bare footed we slipped into our dressing gowns. I prepared the salads and Peter barbecued a couple of steaks. We set the table in that little courtyard where Richard had caught us and had a delightful and very romantic dinner. We drank a bottle of red wine and I made us espressos as Peter cleared the plates away. It was quite lovely doing things together especially as Richard and I had never worked like that. It was also lovely being so close to each other that we were able to have little kisses and caresses as we ate and then cleared away. It was as erotic as it was romantic.

Feeling marvellously mellow after the wine and so wonderfully in love with my son, both emotionally as I always had been of course and now incredibly physically as well, I leaned across the table and kissed him on the lips. Not bothering that my gown gaped alarmingly and fully exposed my breasts I slid my tongue into his ear and then whispered.

"I am going to take you to my bed and make the most incredible love to you."

He put his arms round me, pulled me to him and kissed me hard, fully on my mouth. He slid the gown off my shoulders baring me above the waist. The feel of the air on my nudity was marvellous, but not unusual. Recently I had often sat in the courtyard or wandered in the secluded garden in just my panties or completely naked and I had masturbated there a few times as well.

"Let me have you here?"

"No inside, come on."

In the bedroom I slipped my gown off.




Incestuous Cohabiting



"Lie on the bed" I told him undoing his robe and taking that off.

He was erect. I smiled thinking that he was always hard when it was needed and marvelled at the wonders of young men. He lay down on his back and put his hands behind his head. His beauty and sheer male eroticism sent a little shudder through me and made me gasp with want and desire for him. As I joined him on the bed I wondered just how long this incredible yearning for each other would last?

I lay on my side beside him and kissed him. I ran my hand down his chest over his waist, onto his flat, taught stomach and into his thatch of pubic hair. Of course it brushed against his deliciously sturdy, thick prick that was stunningly hard. I ran my fingertips softly up and down it; God it felt good. I wrapped my fingers round it as I leaned over him and gently bit his nipple. He slid his hands under my body seeking my tits that were hanging down invitingly and very available. I pushed him off.

"No, not yet, let me play" I whispered licking his chest and moving slowly downwards.

With my just over shoulder-length hair, that for some reason as I kissed my way down his body I decided to have darkened , tumbling onto him I got to his navel. I probed my tongue into it realising that the tip of his cock was so near to my face. 'God he's so gorgeously big unlike his father' I thought as I turned and lowered my face so that my lips nearly touched the tip. Holding his thickness I kissed the very end of his cock and gently sucked at its purple bulbousness.

His fingers ran through my hair and dug into my scalp.

"Oh Christ, oh my God" he moaned.

"Ok?" I whispered.

"Yes, yes fucking hell yes" he groaned.

Nearly telling him off for swearing I just managed to stop myself by saying to myself. 'I'm his lover not his mum.' Smiling at his evident pleasure I licked the length of his cock letting my tongue slip past the base and onto his balls. 

"Oh my God" he went on gripping my head even harder.

"You like this?"

"Yes."

I licked back up its length and pressed my tongue against the hole at the top.

"Had it done many times?"

"No never" he replied making my heart pound with a sudden increase in excitement as I realise that I was about to initiate my son into oral sex; I was going to teach him!

"Then my darling enjoy it" I sighed as I wrapped my lips round his thick cock and took him into my mouth. 

I slid it deeply in and almost out of my mouth, with my lips applying pressure on it just like my other lips hopefully did when he fucked me. It felt so good. And that was not just from the sensation in my mouth, but also from Peter's reactions. From his groans and moans, his hands, frantically it seemed, squeezing my head, the arching of his back and the way that he had started to thrust himself in my mouth all told me how much he was enjoying what I was doing. That thrilled me.

"Oh Cat, oh mum, oh yes" he whined as progressively I took him deeper and deeper into my mouth to the point that I was almost, but not quite deep throating him.

As I slid him faster and deeper so he adopted a similar rhythm. He pumped himself in and out of me at the same pace and intensity that I was sucking him. I was holding the base of his cock with one hand and cradling his balls with the other as he began to fuck my face. It was as if we became one, as if we were one body and there was no differentiation between where his ended and mine began. Our world was his cock and my mouth.

"I'm cumming. Oh fuck mum I'm gonna cum" he groaned as music to my ears.

It didn't occur to me to take him out. Not for one moment did I think I don't want his cum in my mouth or over my face or tits. The truth was I wanted it in my mouth, on my body, over my tits and in my throat. Yes I wanted to swallow my son's cum.

I was almost asleep on that sun bed when my memory recalled him grunting, moaning, groaning and sighing deeply as he held my head, kept his cock rigid in my mouth and shot his cum into my throat.

Taking him out I looked at him, tipped my head back and very obviously swallowed his cum.

Waking up completely with a jerk I was relieved to realise I wasn't touching myself or, worse, actually masturbating. I felt so enormously aroused and I badly needed sex. Last night was the first night we hadn't had sex since we had been living together as we had to get up early the next morning. Today had been frustrating. We had sat close to each other on the plane, we had kissed and caressed when the cabin staff weren't looking and we had booked into the hotel together. Peter had drunk too much and was tired so needed to rest. Smiling as I got my things together at the pool I thought 'he's had enough rest, it's time for him to perform.' I went to the room and saw him sound asleep on the bed. He was lying on his back and looked to be naked under the thin duvet, but I couldn't tell for sure. I carefully lifted it until I could see his body. As I slowly exposed him I thought how absolutely gorgeous he looked. Silently I hoped that what we had now could go on for ever, but I suddenly realised in fourteen years-time I would be sixty and he would still only be in his early thirties. That hit me hard, but didn't deter me from pulling the duvet further down his lovely body. I smiled and gulped when it got down to his legs for he had an erection and his hand was wrapped loosely round it.

Kneeling on the bed as lightly as I could I leaned forward and kissed the bulbous head. It tasted salty, which was different to the taste of his cum that I had now experienced several times. I licked it all the way down to his balls. He moaned, moved a little and his hand fell away. That enabled me to take him into my mouth, but as I went to I had another idea. Licking right down the back of it where that thick vein or sinew or something runs I got to his balls. I licked all over them and then, holding one I sucked the other into my mouth and rolled it around in there for a few seconds. I repeated that with his other ball and then I took both into my mouth, ran my tongue all over them and sucked quite hard. At the same I slid my fingernail back from his balls and onto that little patch of ultra-sensitive skin between them and his bum. I scratched it gently. He moaned and I felt his hands on my head.

"Oh yes mum, what a lovely wake- up call" he sighed as he wiggled one of his hands between our entwined bodies and found my tits in the bikini. He tried pulling them out, but it was quite tight so I reached behind me, unclipped it and pulled it off; I wanted him to have my tits. He took them and squeezed and rolled them with just the perfect weight and pressure; he was learning very fast. He pulled me a little roughly fully onto the bed making me tumble onto my back with my legs over his and my body at ninety degrees to him.

"I don't think we need this any more do we" he muttered pulling the bikini pants down my legs and off. 

I lay there with my knees over his looking at him and marvelling at how soon my young Lothario was taking over. It surprised me how he was starting to direct events, lead the action and, I realised with a feeling of some guilt, but also with a surge of sexual adrenalin, dominate me. I nearly shivered at the thought of him doing that to me.

"You are a sexy bitch you know mum" he groaned as he eased my knees apart.

Whilst I tried stopping him calling me mum for now we were in Florida we had agreed we would try living as a couple of lovers and damn the consequences, he still used the term, but now in a playful way; that was fine.

"Am I baby?"

"Very" he replied sliding his hand along the inside of my thigh and right onto my pussy.

"Oooh" I sighed deeply my body tensing with the rush of lovely feelings.

He fumbled me off his legs and onto my back alongside him. Putting his arm under my closed legs he lifted them until the fronts were pressing against my boobs. Bending he licked the back of my knees then quite quickly slid his tongue down them until it found the front of my pussy.

"Hold your legs right there Cat" he grunted letting go of my ankles as he pushed his tongue into me. God it felt good.

"Oh yes" I moaned as he licked his way round my cunt several times and then along my closed slit.

"Mmmmmm you taste sooooooooooo good Cat, just like a pussy should" Peter groaned as he pushed my legs apart, ran his tongue up my slit, right onto my clit, sucked it and immediately made me start to cum.

I pushed back at him, I arched my back and roughly almost grabbed my tits, squeezed them, pinched and pulled my nipples and revelled in the glorious feelings rushing through me.

*

We quickly established a routine.

The house was right on the beach in an isolated and secluded position. It provided the occupants with complete privacy that Richard and I had exploited several times for photography sessions round the pool and even on the beach. When Peter and I had arrived and were unpacking I wondered whether we would do the same, but he didn't need that stimulus to arouse him as Richard increasingly had so I doubted it.

I had been right so far. We had been here a couple of weeks and it had been almost endless sex. In my wildest dream I would never have imagined how frequently we wanted each other and how often we made love. I didn't keep a record, but I reckon that we were averaging three times a day. It wasn't always full penetrative sex. No we used our entire repertoire: oral by both of us to full climax sometimes including 'sixty- nineing', him cumming in my mouth, me swallowing it and sometimes kissing him with my mouth full, mutual masturbation sometimes doing ourselves as the other watched and sometime jacking off the other, Peter cumming on me, on my breasts, tummy, face and bum and of course full sex in a variety of positions. We fucked in practically every room of the house, by the pool, on the beach and in the ocean.

Other than shopping together we didn't go out much. We had the occasional breakfast, lunch or dinner in a bar or restaurant, but mostly we ate and drank in the house. We liked being alone and we didn't need company when we had each other.

We didn't wear much. I would sometimes spend the whole day in just my bikini bottom or a pair of panties. Other times I would slip on a tee shirt, but again some days I was naked all day. Peter pretty much dressed the same being naked or in swim shorts. Whatever he wore, though, his desire for me and his arousal were very clear; he seemed to be erect nearly all the time.

It wasn't just on the physical level that things worked, for we got on incredibly well on an emotional level as well. For the first time in my life I realised what being in love really meant. I think this also applied for Peter for we continuously expressed our love for each other and didn't at all like being parted for even the shortest of time. Even when he would drive to the bakery in the morning and we were apart for twenty minutes or so we would have, or nearly have sex when he returned.

Life wasn't all sex though.

We managed to get Peter enrolled in a private college where he started his studies. I joined a local golf club and we both joined a gym. We were aware that we had only been granted three month entry visas and that we would have to leave the country soon and either pop over to Bermuda or one of the islands, go up to Canada or back to the UK. As I had quite a lot of business matters to look at and there was some work I had to do with my lawyer on the divorce I decided I would go to England in a week or so time, just two months after we had arrived. Without really thinking why I suggested to Peter that he go up to Canada, take in the sights of Niagara, Toronto and Ottawa and then meet me in New York. I realised it would mean us being apart for a week or so, but I felt generally that would be preferable to living together back home for that might well start rumours. I explained that to Peter and although rather grudgingly we agreed to do that. I contacted Philipa my lawyer and a few other people to let them know that I would be home and booked the tickets for both Peter's and my trips and ordered a car to meet me at Heathrow.

That last week was fantastic, but awful at the same time. Fantastic, because we took our sex and lovemaking to another level and awful as we knew were going to be apart for some time.

Looking back I guess it had been on the cards from when we first had sex. I think it was pretty inevitable. It seemed to be a logical extension of everything we had done so far. From that very first time when I had let him photograph me in varying stages of undress just as his father had been doing for several years and we had masturbated each other, we had pushed out the boundaries of our sexual activities. Just as masturbating each other had given way to him fucking me and then to each jerking off as the other watched so that had given way to extensive oral. That had moved quickly from me licking his cock to him sucking my clit and him cumming on my body and then in my mouth. Most of our oral activity focused around my pussy and clit and his cock and balls. But when you are 'down there,' hugely excited and intent on pleasuring your partner any way you can it is impossible to avoid the other hugely erogenous zone that is located so close to those intimate places.

When I had first started having sex with my son, which was less than three months ago, I had thought that we have a purer sort of sex. Something that was on another plane to all the other stuff I had done over the years with Richard and the vigorous action of my affair when we had fucked in cars, in the office and even up against a tree in broad daylight in a forest. 

I realised now that I had never loved Richard or the lover with whom I'd had the affair. I liked them both and wanted sex with them. The difference with Peter was that I loved him and wanted to make love with him not just have sex! However, I had no idea what a purer form of sex was, but in my mind I felt real lovers, especially mother and son lovers would find a more intimate, loving, tender, caring, sharing all involving type of lovemaking. We didn't of course for that probably doesn't exist, but what we did was develop a relationship where nothing was taboo, but then how could it be when we were committing incest two, three and sometimes four times each day? How could there be off limit sexual activities when we lived together on a beach in Florida as lovers and not as mother and offspring? How could anything be forbidden fruit when we were naked or nearly so most of the time?

So a straying finger, a slightly misplaced tongue, a lick of an unintended place, his cock between my rounded cheeks started to occur. Briefly at first for both of us were wary, but then after we got to Florida such incidences happened more frequently.

The first significant stretching of the boundaries came as I knelt on all fours in the middle of the huge king sized bed. We both liked doggy style. I found the penetration to be deeper and Peter loved the way my tits hung down giving him free rein to indulge himself on them. We both found my clit easy to fine and stimulate so being fucked like that worked well for both of us.

"Lean forward mum" he said pushing me so my face was on the bed my back at an acute angle.

He pulled my legs open a little more and I expected to then feel his cock against my dripping lips. But it wasn't his cock and it wasn't against my cunt that I felt pressure. No I felt his tongue slide along the crease between my cheeks passing right over my anus. He did that several times as he reached under me and firstly squeezed my tits then took my hand and pushed it against one of them. He loved watching me play with my tits, almost as much as I liked playing with them for him. As he did that and again ran his tongue up and down that musky, erotic channel it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't masturbated alone since before Richard caught the pair of us about to fuck in my little courtyard in the garden of the hell hole in St Albans. That made me smile, but not for long as suddenly he pressed the tip of his tongue right against the hole. It slid in a little way and felt wonderful, but that didn't last long for his tongue then slid downwards right between my lips and he proceeded to tongue fuck my cunt. 

"Lie on your front baby" I whispered a day so later.

It was mid-afternoon and we had just been swimming naked in the pool. He had wanted to have sex there, but I never find that very satisfying; obviously a generational thing for I prefer a bed or other soft surface to the tiles and water of a pool. We both wanted sex so I took him indoors after we had dried each other with towels on the patio. He was semi-hard as we were drying and by the time I told him to lie on his front he was beautifully rigid. I often wonder how uncomfortable it must be for a guy to lie on his swollen member; a bit like a girl lying on her tits I guess.

I knelt beside my baby and for a few moments just stared at what I had created, ok with a little help from Richard. He really was beautiful, especially as he, well both of us had all over tans and that with his taught, pert arse cheeks made him look particularly fabulous. I stroked them. They felt great. I gently eased his legs open a little way staring intently at his crease as that opened up. His anal hole seemed to be staring back at me. I leaned forward and kissed each cheek. I licked both of them moving slowly yet inexorably towards that valley of such gorgeous promise. As I was doing that I was softly stroking his back, neck and hair and whispering how much I loved him and wanted him. He lifted his hand and got it onto my thigh just beneath my pussy. He pushed trying to get between my legs and onto my lips which were now soaking wet, but I stopped him.

"No just lie still I am going to ravish you."

"I need to hold something as I am ravished."

"Like what?"

"One of your tits."

"You can't."

"How about you r pussy then."

"Just shut up, do what your mother tells you and lie there and be ravished."

"Ok mum you're the boss" he groaned as my tongue found his anal hole I probed it in a similar way that he had mine a few days ago.

"Jesus that's amazing" he groaned as the tip slid a little way inside him.

"Nice?"

"Mmmmm it's wonderful Cat."

I tongue fucked his bum for a while only realising after a while that I hadn't done this since my affair five years ago now. Whilst tonguing or reaming or what the hell you call trying to get your tongue up someone's bum is nice I always thing the 'tonguer' is in a losing battle for that sphincter muscle is just too strong to be opened by a tongue. I ran my finger along my slit wetting and lubricating it before pressing it right against his hole.

"Oh yes, yes, please" he moaned realising the invitation I was extending. He seemed to push back a little and open his legs wider as he groaned his pleasure. I leaned forward and put some spittle right on the brown puckered skin surrounding his hole. My cunt juice wetted finger slid inside my son's spit lubricated anus. It went to the end of my finger nail very easily. I paused.

"Ok Peter?"

"Oh it's fucking marvellous" he moaned grabbing my other hand and holding it tight.

"More?"

"Oh Christ yes."

I pushed and it went in to the first knuckle. His body jerked and grunted.

"OK baby, not too painful?"

"No it hurt for a moment, but now it's wonderful."

I pushed further then stopped for a moment as I let his body become adjusted to its visitor. I pushed again and it went up him to the second knuckle of index finger. He moaned and sighed.

"More?" I asked knowing that I hadn't yet touched his prostate, which was my finger's destination.

"Oh God yes, more please" he groaned turning slightly onto his side. I pushed again and this time went in as far as I could and I felt my fingertip touch something that I assumed was that doughnut shaped gland that can of such erotic pleasure for a man. And my son was absolutely no exception. "Oh my God yes, that's fabulous."




Incestuous Cohabiting



"Do you want mummy to fuck her baby?" I cooed into his ear.

"Yes mum please fuck me, please fuck your son's arse."

And I did precisely that until suddenly he moaned deeply, his body went rigid and he shot his cum onto the bed.

Peter returned the favour a couple of days later. Between my finger-fucking him and him doing that to me our oral sex had, naturally I suppose, become more adventurous and focused on anal activity. He now would spend ages simply licking and kissing me there and alternating that with using his tongue elsewhere, but always now returning to my anal hole. It was gorgeous and of course I did the same to him.

I was amazed at how relaxed I felt at getting up to such relatively extreme sexual activities with my son.

It was our last day before leaving, me for the UK and Peter for Canada. I think we both knew what was going to happen although nothing was said. In fact, like most couples, we rarely spoke about what we did, we just did it.

As my flight didn't leave Tampa, an hour or so drive away we had no need to go to bed early the night before. We had spent the day on the beach making love there in the afternoon. We had grilled steaks and eaten those with salad and a bottle of red wine. Peter was just wearing shorts, quite tight and brief yellow ones and I was wearing a sleeveless, blue singlet similar to those worn by athletes, but mine was loose. It clung to my boobs emphasising both my nipples and my arousal; nearly all the time I was with him I was like that! The neck was low and the arm holes were deep so as I moved I flashed most of my tits. I hadn't bothered with panties for I knew he would take them off sooner rather than later.

Slightly drunk and feeling very close to each we were both very mellow as we went for a walk along the beach. We went down to the water line and walked in that with it nearly up to our knees. Inside I was feeling both incredibly horny and empty. I knew that tomorrow when I got on the plane I would be in pieces. I was also scared. Being apart from him was bad enough, but the thought I kept having of him maybe meeting a girl or a woman picking him up made me feel terrible.

"Let's go home" I whispered as we cuddled and kissed each other in the gently breaking surf. "My God" I added feeling his semi-hardness. "What have I reared you're incorrigible."

"Mmmm and so are you, you horny MILF" he responded putting his arm round me and squeezing my bare butt. I stroked his length through his shorts and momentarily contemplated fucking him there in the ocean.

"Not so much the like to" I laughed as we walked back towards the house.

"Huh?"

"MILF, stand for mother I'd like to fuck doesn't it?"

"Yes."

"Then I should simply be MMIF."

"What's that?"

"My mother I fuck."

We were soon home. Pushing me over the arm of a sofa he pushed his shorts down lifted my tee and fucked me. Quick, urgent, hard and dirty and simply perfect for the moment.

We had a swim and after a couple of hours and more wine watched some porn on the laptop. I have no idea whether it was by accident or design but we were in the anal section. We looked at several quite beautiful women being fucked up their arses by guys with impossibly big dicks. Since he had photographed me all those weeks ago we had looked at the shots many times and that had led us into watching porn videos. I was cuddled up to him, his arm was round my shoulders, his fingers brushing the top of my tits while my hand rested on his inner thigh just beneath the bottom of his shorts. It was a hugely intimate and very erotic moment. He slid his hand down my back. It went past my waist and onto flat top of my bum. He wiggled his fingers under me and one of them slid into the crease of my bum. I lifted a little way and he got his finger right on the hole. He pulled my tee shirt up and rolled me over so I was kneelling on the floor with my chest pressed on the sofa. He stroked my bum and slid his finger in the crease. Kneeling beside me he pulled my, now brown, hair away from my ear and whispered.

"Mum I want this."

I didn't get him at first. "What?"

"I want your bum Cat." 

My heart pounded. I didn't know why for the very few times that I have been fucked up there have not been that successful. The extra excitement was all to do with giving something very special I suppose. And what was there more special I thought than giving my arse to my son. He went on. "I want to fuck you up your arse mum, may I?"

"Yes darling of course" I whispered. "But please be gentle with me."

"Let's go to bed."

We went to the bedroom and undressed. We didn't say anything and the mood between us was heavy with sexual expectancy as he took me in his arms and kissed me his fully hardened cock pressing itself so suggestively into the softness of my tummy. We kissed for some time. He had improved so much over the past few weeks and he concentrated on gently sucking my lips one at a time and then pressing his tongue against the tip of mine. He slowly moved me backwards towards the bed and went to ease me down.

"Just a sec" I said breaking away and going to the bathroom I got a smooth, light skin lotion and took that back to the bed. He had sat down. His cock was sticking up ram-rod straight. I handed the bottle to him.

"Here use this please."

I lay down in the middle of the bed and pulled a couple of pillows under my tummy thus, raising my buttocks in the air a little thinking that would make his entry easier and less uncomfortable for me. My memories of being penetrated there were not good. I had been scared, it had hurt and consequently I had tightened up thus, simply making things worse. I had never climaxed from anal sex and hadn't gained the pleasure that the actresses in the porn films seemed to receive immediately one of those always huge dicks slides inside them. 

Peter laid beside me his hip comfortingly against mine. He ran his fingertips up and down my spine gradually going further until of course they slid into my bum slit. He rubbed me in there slowly focusing his pressure on the puckered, darker coloured skin of my anus. My pulse was racing. Physically I was scared, but emotionally I was excited. I wanted to give my son the most precious sexual gift a woman possesses, her arse. 

I felt the cool smoothness of the lotion as he poured probably a little too much into that crevice for some ran down onto the back of my pussy. As he smoothed it into me and rubbed it round the opening so the physical sensations combined with the emotional trauma to make me feel as if I was about to cum. I could hardly believe that was happening purely from him rubbing the lotion into my bum hole. But it was and it got stronger for as he lubricated that puckered skin so he softened it and opened me up a little.

"Are you ready?" He whispered leaning over and kissing me.

"Yes" I croaked back.

"Are you ok, are you sure?"

"Yes Peter, it's fine."

"What's the matter then."

"I'm a little scared."

"Oh my darling don't be, I promise I'll stop immediately when you say."

I smiled gratefully at him as I continued to feel him rubbing the liquid into me. It felt wonderful.

"We can just forget it if you want."

"No, I want it. I want to give that to you. My going away gift" I smiled.

"Thank you my love" he said moving between my legs which he gently pulled further open.

I can't describe the feelings and emotions I experienced when I felt the end of my son's cock pressed right against my anal entrance.

"Ok?"

"Yes Peter, go on."

The sensation as his cock slowly entered my back passage was so different to when I had been fucked there before. It went into me so much easier or so it seemed. There was no real pain as he stretched my sphincter muscle in the opposite direction to how it was designed. Yes there was a slight overstretching feeling, but nothing significant.

"Ok?"

"Mmmm yes."

He pushed again going further up me.

"Still ok?"

"Yes."

Another push and another considerate ok.

"Cat, I am all the way in" he whispered.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Is it ok for you?"

"It's amazing Cat, absolutey fucking amazing."

I smiled. "What the front entrance is a bit stretched is it?"

Lifting my hair he kissed my neck. "No don't be silly you have a gorgeous pussy."

"But my bum is better?"

"No not better, different and yes tighter, the grip is firmer. Is it still ok for you?"

"Yes darling it's good" I sighed loving his enthusiasm and enjoying the physical sensations.

He reached round me. I lifted my body up to help him and he cupped both of my tits.

"I'm going to fuck you now mum" he croaked, pulling back a little.

"Oooo, ouch."

"What?"

"That hurt a bit" I told him realising that of course I could not self-lubricate that passage as I could the other.

"Hold on" he said pulling all the way out, which gave me an incredible feeling of pleasure and loss at the same time.

Then almost as soon as he had taken it out he slid it back up me all the way to the hilt, I could even feel his balls pressing against the lips of my pussy. The feeling as he went up was awesome. But that was nothing to those I got when he again started to fuck me. He did it slowly in long, deep surges almost removing it before surging back up me. He had obviously lubed his dick with the lotion.

"Oh my god yes Peter" I moaned near to tears with emotions and sexual release.

"It's fantastic" he groaned squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples as he continued pumping himself up and down my back passage.

One of his hands left my breast and I felt it fumbling down my body clearly aiming for my clit. I lifted myself and grunted with sheer erotic pleasure as he found and rubbed it. I really was now starting to cum. I wanted to cum, I wanted him to make me cum and I wanted him to cum in my arse.

"Fuck me Peter, fuck me please" I groaned lifting my hips up from the pillows.

"Yes mum yes" he grunted back increasing the pace of his thrusts. "Are you ready Cat, I'm nearly there."

"Yes baby, yes cum now, cum together" I managed to groan just before my orgasm broke and I let out a deep, almost animalistic moan and started to cry. I assume he also climaxed, but I had no feeling of his sperm in me.

*

The parting at Tampa was every bit as dreadful as I had envisioned. I felt hugely embarrassed when I settled into my business class seat my eyes red from crying. I just hoped that nobody in the cabin had seen our lingering farewell in the main terminal. I felt and acted like a teenager as I clung to Peter almost madly kissing him and running my hands over him. It would have been a pretty tragic scene between two people of similar ages, but between a couple with nearly thirty years separating them it must have looked ridiculous.

The overnight flight was awful. I didn't sleep and I missed him every second, I just couldn't get my thoughts off him. I wanted him so badly that several times I considered going to the loo and masturbating. I didn't do that for there was no need. There was no one near me, the cabin was dark so I was able to stroke my breasts and touch my pussy outside my jeans under the blanket. As I recalled the amazing events of the previous evening so my excitement increased. I undid a couple buttons on my blouse and I slid my zip down. I scooped my boobs out played with them then rubbed my clit until I made myself cum. I felt a little guilty, but by Christ was it good.

Although only around nine hours, the flight seemed interminably long. I was bored and lonely. It was pouring with rain when we landed and the queue at Border Control was enormous. It took me over an hour from the time the plane landed to when I collected my small case. I flipped the wheels down and with my big wags bag and cabin bag on one hand I pulled the case through customs and into the concourse where I looked for the driver who was to collect me. I couldn't see anyone holding my name up so I slowly moved away from the doors and into the main area of Terminal five. I was fumbling in the ridiculously large, but highly fashionable bag when I heard someone call "Cat." 

I couldn't place it at first, but then as I turned I did for I saw Richard standing a few feet away from me. We looked each other in the eye and nothing was said for a moment or two. It quickly went through my mind that the last time we had looked at each other like that I was naked with Peter in the courtyard in the garden. He moved closer and said in almost a whisper.

"Cat we have to talk, I can't bear being parted from you".



Incestuous Cybering



Introduction

This is a follow up to my piece Incestuous Glamour Photography. In that, my eighteen year old son Peter persuaded me to pose for him in a variety of outfits and poses. These included nudity. We ended the session masturbating each other. 

This is what followed.

Author's Suggestion

Read the first part before this.

*

It was early on a Friday evening that Peter had photographed me and had ended up cumming all over my tits. When I recovered from the orgasm he had given me with his fingers I was mortified. I went to my room and showered. I washed his cum from my ample D cup tits and tried to wash myself clean from what we had done. The cum came off easily, my guilt and shame were more difficult to cleanse.

I stayed in my room. I didn't want to see him and wasn't sure whether that was due to remorse or the fear that I would be tempted further.

There was a knock on my door.

"Mum" he called out.

"Leave me alone please Peter."

"Why?"

"I need to think this through and I want to be alone."

He tried to persuade me to come out or let him in, but somehow I resisted his requests.

I undressed for bed. I watched some TV trying to expunge the awful memories from my mind. Of course it was impossible.

Around eleven Peter knocked at my door again.

"Mum er Cat this is daft, let me in."

"I can't, I'm in bed."

"Please."

God I was so tempted. The thought of him coming in, taking off whatever he was wearing, getting into my bed, taking me in his arms and pressing his nice, big cock against me was so appealing. 

"No Peter, please go to bed" I managed to say as my hand found my breast.

He left me alone. I turned out the light, lay on my back and let the memories of the afternoon fill my mind. Of taking my top off, letting him shoot me in my bra, removing that and being with him in just a thong. Of letting him take shots of me lying on the floor with my knees raised and legs open, of me touching myself outside my panties and then inside. As I recalled that, my hands were pushing my tits together, squeezing the flesh and pinching my nipples. The memory of him removing my panties and me lifting my bum from the floor to make it easier for him flooded my mind. As I thought of him walking out of my sight then returning naked and fully erect I audibly moaned with the strength of the sexual surge that gave me. I replicated the touch of his finger on my clit. I rubbed myself there as I had let him rub me. And as I gave myself in to those lovely feelings I remembered holding his thick cock in both of my hands. I was so easily and vividly able to bring the feelings into my mind that I had as my son's fingers entered me and as I began to pump his delicious cock. And then, just as my mind and body exploded his cock spurted his spunk over my breasts and I made myself cum.

The next morning was difficult. Richard my husband wasn't due home from the US to around noon and our daughter was away with a friend's family and wouldn't be home until Sunday hence, Peter and I were alone in the rambling old Victorian house. We had planned a family Sunday wishing Peter good luck on his trip that was due to start on Monday. I had to get through Saturday morning first. I decided to confront the situation with my son head on.

Normally I would have worn a dressing gown for breakfast, but given the circumstances I thought that was unwise so I dressed in jeans, a blouse and a light sweater.

Peter came into the kitchen shortly after I had put the kettle and had started making my porridge. Immediately he came in I said.

"Peter I don't want to mention yesterday at all."

"But mum" he started.

"I don't want say one word. Your father will be home in a few hours and we will all be together tomorrow and then we'll take you to the airport on Monday. So please just leave it."

"I can't."

"You have to put it from your mind and pretend it never happened."

"But Cat, mum, we can't do that. It did happen and nothing will be the same again."

We went back and forth like this over breakfast until I told him I had to get ready for my golf lesson. That got me out of the house and when I returned Richard was there. He and Peter had planned to go to a football match in the afternoon and Richard and I were going to a friend's for dinner that evening.

"Are you and Peter ok?" Richard asked as we undressed after returning from the dinner party. That flummoxed me a bit.

"Why? What do you mean, of course we are" I quickly replied as I removed panties and stood across the room from my husband wearing just a bra. I saw his eyes on my breasts and knew that he would want sex.

"You just seem a little distant with each other" he replied dropping his boxers and shirt into the linen basket. I could see that there had been some movement. I sat down on the stool in front of the dressing table

"No we're fine, I'm probably just a little worried about him going away for such a time."

"It's the best part of three months isn't it?"

"Yes and that is the longest we have all been apart since he was born" I said seeing Richard in the mirror walking across the room towards me with his cock at half-mast.

"We'll just have to struggle through as you and me then, well and Sarah" he said as he came up behind me, put his arms round me, kissed the top of my champagne blonde hair and cupped my breasts. "God I so want you" he groaned as he slid his hands into my bra and scooped my breasts out. I felt him pressing himself against my back. He was fully hard.

In bed with Richard was, in some ways the most traumatic, sexual moments of life. For it wasn't his cock I stroked, it wasn't his erection that pressed against my cunt lips, it wasn't his prick that surged up inside me and it wasn't him that fucked me quick and urgently, but it was our son's.

I was able to avoid being alone with Peter the rest of the Saturday and Sunday. It was difficult. He kept catching my eye and the looks he gave me wrenched at my heart; they also wrenched at my breasts and vagina. I was in a continual state of part arousal, part guilt and part worry at how I would react were he able to get me alone.

Richard and I had planned to take him to Heathrow late Monday morning so he could meet his two travelling friends for their flight to Lima. His flight was at two and we had planned to leave the house for the forty five minute drive at eleven.

"Oh bugger it" Richard putting his mobile phone down.

"What is it?" I asked knowing the answer before asking it.

"I have to go to the office, you'll have to take him yourself."

I didn't throw a strop or anything, but my look told him of my displeasure.

"So Cat, alone then" Peter said as I drove south towards the M25.

"Yes Peter, but I don't want to discuss it.

"We have to."

"No we don't, it's behind us, it's over."

"It isn't over, it's part of us. It's just the start."

"Peter it isn't part of us" I said sharply looking at him.

"Mum it is, we had sex and it was wonderful."

"Forget it Peter, it was madness, it was silly of me."

"Cat it wasn't either of those."

"It was both."

"Just tell me honestly you didn't enjoy it. Go on."

"Peter stop it" I groaned starting to cry.

"You enjoyed it, didn't you."

I sobbed, but didn't reply.

"You did mum you enjoyed me taking photos didn't you?"

"Please, please no."

"I have to mum, you have to tell that it was good for you."

"I can't do that."

"You have to, you have to let me know you enjoyed what we did."

"Oh darling" I groaned.

"Come on. After all mum you did cum didn't you?"

He put his arm along the back of my seat and his hand on my shoulder.

"No don't."

"You don't mean that mum."

"I do" I told him the tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Pull over, you can't drive like that. I turned into a lane and drove down it for a few hundred yards for it was too narrow to stop then pulled into the gateway to a field.

"Peter we really do have to put this behind us."

He took hold of my chin with his thumb and forefinger and looked into my eyes. I felt helpless. It was so odd. My son, the young man, who had always been under my control was taking over. He was starting to control me. The son was starting to direct the mother.

"Mum you don't mean that."

"I do" I whimpered as I saw his face moving towards mine.

"You don't" he breathed as his lips nearly touched mine.

"Oh Peter" I sighed just before he kissed me.

My lips were still closed as my son ground his against them. His tongue was on them asking and enquiring. It pushed against my lips. It probed and licked along them. I didn't want to part my lips. It felt almost as though if I opened my mouth I was implying I would open my legs to him. But I couldn't stop myself and then his tongue was deep into my mouth, my arms were round his neck urging him closer and our lips were grinding together.

It was then as we kissed that I felt his hand on my breast. Of course I should have moved away, of course I should have stopped him, naturally I should have made my son stop touching his mother's breast, but I didn't. I didn't move away, I didn't try to stop him I didn't stop my son caressing my breasts. In fact, I had to recognise, I welcomed his hand there, I may even have pushed back against it.

"Cat, oh Cat" Peter sighed when at last we broke the kiss. He didn't, though take his hand from my breast, but he left it cupping it although he stopped caressing me.

"Shush don't speak. Please don't say anything."

"Ok" he replied kissing me again and squeezing my breast.

The kiss went on a long time. Obviously it went on too long for, just as I had lying half-undressed on the floor of my conservatory on Friday, my resistance to my son's advance wilted. I kissed him back, hard and urgently. I opened my mouth, I pushed my tongue into his, I sucked his lips and I ground my lips against his. It was so far away from being a mother's kiss to a son to be laughable. There was absolutely no doubt whatsoever that this was the kiss of a would be lover. In a way, of course, we already were lovers. Masturbating each other whilst naked must be acknowledged as being an act of love, it's certainly an act of sex. So we were part way there, but of course we had not consummated our love, well not yet.

As we kissed so his hand slid inside and up my thin, cashmere sweater. I did nothing to stop him finding, cupping and squeezing my breast. I did nothing, because I wanted him to do that. Sitting behind the steering wheel of my Rangerover Sport leaning across the centre console in a rather uncomfortable position, I realised that I wanted my son to make love to me, yes I wanted to have full sex with him.

*

Peter had been gone for over a week. I missed him terribly. I had known that I would miss him since he had announced his travel plans, but I had no idea just how badly it would make me feel. It hadn't been like this when he was away earlier, but then he hadn't been my lover then. Before that trip we hadn't committed incest.

As usual Richard was away. I was alone and very lonely. Each day, sometimes several times a day I would look at the photos Peter had taken of me. Just before we had reached Heathrow he had given me a memory stick.

"I have been naughty mum" he said looking at me as we sat in a traffic jam on the spur road from the M4 to the airport.

I looked at him and smiled. "Well darling that seems to run in the family at the moment doesn't it" I smiled looking down at my bra on the floor of the car?

"What we did isn't naughty Cat" he said leaning across pecking me on the cheek and putting his hand on my bare leg above the hem of my skirt. "It's beautiful."

"That's as maybe, but according to most of society and the law its wrong."

"Anyway, I have something for you" he had said giving me the USB stick. "I didn't delete them mum, I couldn't they are so beautiful. We both have a copy."

I had cried when I dropped him off at the airport. I didn't go in for I couldn't trust myself not to make a fool of myself in front of his friends.

Driving home slowly my mind was not on the road and twice I nearly had an accident. Once was when I bent down taking my eyes off the road to pick up my bra. The other was when Peter phoned. I hadn't expected him to call, but he did to let me know he was about to get on the plane.

My mind was continuously flashing back to the trip to the airport generally and the time in the entranceway to that field in particular. Peter had tried to persuade me to drive somewhere more private, but I refused and we stayed there. He had wanted to get into the spacious rear of the car, but again I refused. With either I could not have trusted myself. I wanted him so badly, I desperately wanted my son to fuck me, but I had to fight it. I had a chance to escape, maybe the opportunity to overcome the mutual need and attraction by Peter being away. Perhaps when he returned we would feel differently, maybe we would be able to resist the terrible urges that were driving us and possibly we would find a way to fight the awful taboo of mother and son incestuous love? 

So although every nerve and sinew in my body and all of my mind and emotions wanted him to fuck me, I knew that I had to resist it, at least until he returned for South America. That said I couldn't stop completely. I wanted something in that gateway to the field.

Peter had eased on of my breasts out of my bra. He had caressed them and had kissed them and was about to suck my nipples.

"Oh Cat they are so gorgeous" he had groaned rolling my sweater up and exposing each of my near D cup breasts with their horrendously swollen nipples.

He licked, sucked, kissed and chewed my nipples, one naked the other through my bra as I revelled in the sensations and the satisfaction tinged with guilt and the feeling of danger of where we were having sex. I ruffled his hair and slid my hands inside his tee shirt. I pulled that up. I wanted to remove it, but that would have been madness and too dangerous if anyone came along. As it was the occasional cars passing by in either direction were worrying or exciting enough.

I moved back a little and turned. I wanted to feel my breasts against his chest. We cuddled each other and I writhed them against him as we kissed deep and long. 

His hand slid down and then up. Down my body and up my skirt. It cupped the gusset of my panties. I rubbed the outline of his erection.

Due to the wide console between the seats doing that had been awkward and uncomfortable. We managed it by Peter kneeling and leaning forward so that he was looking down on me and by me arching my back to meet him. I had pushed my seat back as far as it would go and I had reclined it a bit. I was sitting behind the steering wheel with my skirt pushed up almost to round my waist. Peter's hand was between my legs. We kissed again and then he took my hand and pressed it against him. Unbeknown to me he had unzipped himself and got his cock out.

"Oh Peter" I sighed as my hand closed round it.

Without thinking, but using my womanly instincts I started to masturbate him. As I did, he slid his fingers inside my panties and onto my pubic patch. He tried to get them in me, but couldn't. I wiggled a bit to help him and suddenly his fingers whooshed up me.

It was Friday all over again as we masturbated each other.

"Peter this is so wrong" I grunted pumping his cock faster."

"I know" he replied using his fingers to fuck me and his thumb to stimulate my clit. Where had he learned all this I was wondering as I started to cum. "But it's fucking marvellous isn't Cat?"

I felt his cock stiffening as my orgasm broke and I muttered. "Yes Peter it is fucking marvellous."

As I said that he erupted and his cum splattered onto my tits, but mainly all over my bra.

I'd had numerous texts from him in which he told me that he jacked off to my photos nearly every night. I didn't tell him that I did too.

Time dragged and it seemed an age since he had gone, not just a month. Things were getting a little easier. I wasn't missing him as much now, but I was frantically frustrated. Richard seemed to be around even less and when he was he wasn't up for sex. Photo sessions with him seemed to be a thing of the past. 

'I'm staying in Lima for a few days and will have internet access so download yahoo messenger' the text from Peter read.

'How can I do that without dad finding out' I sent back?

Being the IT expert he was he explained what I needed to do and I did it

'Can you be on at four?'

'Yes, as usual your father is away.'

In the six weeks or so Peter had been away communications had been difficult. Most of the time they were miles from civilisation in mountains or jungles so all we had was the occasional text or email and one or two phone calls, but they were horrendously expensive. The prospect of 'talking' to him on messenger thrilled me. Not just sexually, but also at the prospect of hearing from him and learning how things were going and how he was.

I was ready at three. Time had dragged so much since he had sent me the message yesterday. My phone beeped. There was a text.

'I'll be 10 mins late. I am so looking fwrad 2 it are u?'

'Yes v much'

'I am excitd are u?'

Jesus I could hardly believe my feelings. I thought I was over it, well at least I had put it to one side, but simply reading that he was excited got to me.

'Yes' I text back.

'Vry? I am?'

'Y vry 2'

'Really Cat?'

'Yes really'

'C u in an hour'

It must have been the longest hour in my life until my phone buzzed, the text read.

'Am there, cum to me Cat.'

My heart pounded at his words and my pulses started to race. Saying 'fuck it' to myself for I was so disappointed that I so aroused I logged into yahoo messenger using the ID Peter had given catmum.

'Hi' almost came up in a little window.

Although I had never used it before I quickly worked out what to do.

'Hello darling, how are you is everything alraight?'

'Yes mum everything is fine.'

'You are having a good time?"

"Fantastic.'

We chatted easily with him telling me all about his trip and where and what he has seen. I then filled him in the family gossip, most of which I had already told him in e-mails.

'Have you missed me Cat?'

'Of course I have darling.'

'I mean really miss me?'

'How do you mean?" I asked innocently knowing full well the hidden meaning and feeling my heart start beating faster.

'I mean have you missed what we did in the car?'

'Don't go there please Peter.'

'Why not Cat, you enjoyed it didn't you?'

Here we go again I thought to myself feeling the excitement building up.

'Didn't you?'

'Yes' I rather reluctantly typed.

It was then that an invitation to share PeruPete's cam came onto the screen. I suppose I shouldn't really have accepted it, but I wanted to see my son. I hadn't for one moment thought I would see what I did.

'Jesus Peter, where are you' I typed looking at my son on the screen. His chest was bare.

'Don't worry, It's safe I am in a cheap hotel.

The cam roamed slowly downwards until it was showing him beneath the waist.

'I've been looking at our photos as we have chatted' came up.

'Oh Peter' I typed as I saw his full hard on. Ironically I was as shocked by the fact that he had an all over tan as I was by his erection!

'It's what you do to me Cat.'

I was again in the quandary I had been with him twice before. My body was screaming out for more, my mind was saying other things.

'Ok?' He typed.

'No Peter, no it's not ok.'

I watched fascinated as he wrapped his fingers round his sturdy cock.

'You sure?'

'Yes.'

He started pumping his cock.

'Are you wet?'

'No.'

'Have you checked?'

'No.'

He was getting me just as he had both times we had masturbated together.




Incestuous Cybering



'Why don't you Cat?'

'I don't want to.'

'Would it arouse you?'

'I don't know.'

He was pumping himself slowly and methodically.

'Are your nipples hard.'

'Probably.'

'Feel them.'

'No' I typed as my fingers found my rock hard nipple.

'What are you wearing mum?'

'Jeans and a tee and a vee neck.'

'Bra?'

'Of course.'

'Panties or thong?'

'Stop Peter please.'

'I can't stop.'

'You have to.'

'Why?'

I couldn't tell him that the reason was that he had worked me up so much. Naturally he guessed.

'Is it because you are aroused and turned on?'

'Oh Peter?'

'Like you were here' came up as he turned his screen to the cam? I saw the photo of myself lying on the floor of the room I was in. I was naked apart from the black thong. My knees were drawn up and my legs were open. My face had the expression that implies I was about to cum, as indeed I was. 'That's my favourite mum, what's yours?'

I lied when I typed. 'I don't know I haven't looked much.'

'I bet you have mum, haven't you' he went on now pumping his cock very firmly?

'Now and then' I typed unable to resist touching myself through my jeans.

'Undress mum.'

'No.'

'Please.'

'Why.'

'You know why.'

'I don't' I typed knowing deep down that I did, but that I wanted him to tell me.'

'I want us to do what we did in the car and in the conservatory.'

'We musn't.'

My hand was now moving from being up my tee shirt stroking my boobs to rubbing between my legs. I was hugely aroused and knew for sure that we would again masturbate together again.

'We have to mum, we need to, you want to as much as I do.'

'No Peter.'

'Yes Cat yes, we have to do it, we have to, we have to make love and now.'

'Oh' was I all I could type as I was undoing my jeans.

'We have to masturbate, I want to have sex with you? Undress for me, please tell me you are.'

I pushed my jeans down round my ankles and rubbed myself through my thong.

'Have you Cat?'

'Yes.'

'What have you done.'

'Pushed my jeans down.'

'You rubbing yourself through your thong?'

'Yes.'

He was pumping himself slowly, but purposefully. It looked amazing.

'Take your top off mum.'

'Yes' I typed quickly pulling the tee and thin sweater over my head.

'Unclip your bra Cat and get those glorious tits out.'

'I am naked Peter.'

'Oh mum, isn't it good?'

'Yes.'

'Are you near, are you close to cumming.'

'I am yes' I wrote as I managed to rub my clit, squeeze and pinch my nipples and type at the same time.

'Cat I am going to cum is that ok?'

'Yes darling yes, I am too.'

As I watched his eyes nearly close, his mouth open and his hand move up and down, my orgasm broke over me and I clamped my thighs tightly round my hand. And then his cock spurted. So much came out and with such power. There were globules on his chest, one hit his chin and it was all over his hand and stomach.

'Oh god Peter.'

'Thanks mum, that was incredible.'

'Peter we musn't do it again.'

'No mum we shouldn't.'

'What, why?'

'Because when I come home mum I am going to fuck you.'



Incestuous Dream



Ram kept having this recurrent incestuous dream. He dreamt ever night that he was in bed with Sonya. He, Ram her elder brother, kissing her passionately one moment and then, they are naked. Ram bhiya to Sonya, takes her delicious looking breasts into his mouth and she moans relishing his caress. Sonya is pleading to Ram in a spasm of passion to go on; her fingers lost in his hair. 

"Am going to eat you now." He smiles incestuously at her.

"Ohh my god this is unbelievable." Sonya moans back, her eyes churning in their sockets back, "oohgod donstop donstop doonstop...yesss yesss oooohhhh yesss, hmmff, oh yes Rammmmf."

He is eating her and she moans and spasms. His perversely incestuous dream ended there. He woke up to realize a painful hard on and hears Sonya calling him from the kitchen.

Ram dreamt at times even about inserting himself into Sonya's virgin cunt and savoring her flesh. He dreamt of having her. He could see clearly in his dreams, his phallus sinking into his hottie little behna. He dreamt her moaning and pleading for more. Every time he dreamt this way he knew it was a wet dream. This had been happening from quiet a while. His first dream was a month ago.

Ram wasn't perverted to think of his younger sister Sonya in a sexual way. He had never thought about her in that way. After all she was his little sister. At twenty two he was in charge of her well being when alone. He then thought back in time and realized that this all began since he started noticing her and their parents had left for the medical conference to be held in Singapore. Both the siblings shared a room. They had a normal relationship. Things began to change for Ram first in his dreams when he started getting glimpses of Sonya that he shouldn't be getting. There is nothing wrong with getting glimpses. Any bro and sis who share a room will tell you that. What was really troubling was that the dreams were making his get ideas.

Sonya was a petite and curvaceous little thing. Small but with the right curves all over. She had perky twenty yearly old breasts and an ass to die for. She had a wheatish complexion and reddish brown hair. The smallness of her curvaceous and the swell of her ass emphasized her figure. Her back was curved like an arch inward, her round ass protruding outward. When she walked body talked. Any man would go out of his mind if he'd jus look at her behind when Sonya was walking. She usually dressed in T-shirts and spaghetti straps. She usually wore her hair lose, combed, flowing like a waterfall; exquisite in its shimmering beauty. She was usually talkative and vivacious. 

Ram was reading a book when Sonya came into the room. 

"Ram bhiya I want a book. Its on top..." She asked, "...can I step on the bedpost and get it?"

"Go ahead why are you asking me?" Ram felt irritated, "I'll have to step over you."

"Climb on my head for all I care... just don't disturb me, am reading."

"OK OK you don't have to such a grouch every time relax... I'll go."

When she climbed up the gown she was wearing exposed to Ram below Sonya's bare pussy.

Ram's heart skipped a beat as he unintentionally saw his little behna's cunt. He continued to look as she struggled to find the book. Her pussy was smooth and tight. He could now smell Sonya as she as just above him. As Sonya spread her legs to reach towards the left Ram below could see her hole complete. He began having an erection.

'Shit! This is my sister and am ogling at her cunt, am really twisted.'? Ram thought, 'got to stop looking.'

Sonya lowered herself right onto Ram's face and the gown was now over his face almost covering it. She almost squatted over his face climbing down. Ram could smell her, Sonya smelled sweet, almost like almond oil and peppermint: terribly intoxicating.

If that wasn't enough he walked in one day on her when she was changing. He quickly turned away and walked out, but not without having unintentionally seen her naked ass and the soft roundness about her breasts. These unintentional sightings increased in frequency as days passed. Now it was usual for him to have seen Sonya's body exposed, in some way or another, under similar circumstances, at least twice a day. 

Whether Sonya was a flasher a blatant exhibitionist or was it just the forced intimacy they had to share as a result of the shared bedroom, this was a question unanswerable unless you could read Sonya's mind. Unbeknownstly Ram in his masturbatory escapades, armed with little more than body oil and his hand, along with the forbidden and taboo imagery of his sister in various states of undress, enjoyed and orgasmed himself. 

There is always a single event that changes the course of events in a story. Such an event took place on the 13 of July on a Thursday. Ram was trying his best in the privacy of his bed to enliven his fantasy as realistically as possible when suddenly Sonya walked in on him. There was no way out for Ram at this moment. She just looked at him grimly as he sulked with guilt and embarrassment. She turned around and walked out without saying a word. Ram thought this would change every thing between them. He was extremely afraid. This would effect him in very serious way if his parents came to know about it. He expected his sister to go and sleep in their parents room for the remained of the vacation. He was in for a small surprise.

That night Sonya walked in and asked Ram if he was masturbating that time when she walked in on him. Ram was shocked and didn't say much immediately. Sonya, his own sister issued a tantalizing threat that made him speak.

"Tell me Ram bahiya1 what were you doing with you wily?"

"I ... this is embarrassing.."

"Tell me or else I'll tell Pitaji2 and Ma3." This was enough to evince a response from her brother.

"Well yeah I was masturbating."

"Tell me who were you thinking about...?" Sonya raised an eyebrow inquisitively.

"I can't tell you that." He avoided eye contact.

"Then I am afraid your secret is going to be a family secret.", She sang devilishly enjoying this brief position of authority over her brother.

"This isn't fair, this is blackmail... I can't tell you I am sure you'll feel offended."

"How come ...?! I .. offended.. what's it got to do with me.", She was puzzled.

"Well its got every thing to do with you."

"Every thing....?!?!", she raised and eyebrow, "...wait your not telling me that you were fantasizing about m..." her voice trailed off as she saw Ram her own elder brother, her Ram bhiya nodding his head at her question.

It was a guilty nod. It was a self judgmental nod. She didn't know what to think just then. She mustered the courage to ask him again a question that had started troubling her suddenly.

"Why... how can it... but I am your... Ram bhiya.. this is ...?"

"Yeah I know you're my sister but then I just can't get the images of your perfect body out of my mind."

"Perfect???!!!" She looked at his with a happy cheerful grin. "You think I have a perfect body?"

"Yes your heard me right your one hot babe Sonya."

"This is a little unsettling, but go on...you calling me your dear behna a hottie."

"Oh what can I do if my bahen is a hottie, oh hell I feel so hard am a lucky guy to have a sexy little sister like you."

"Wooh ho... hey hold the horses big bro aren't we going to far into no man land here."

"Am being frank, I cant help it it's the way I feel."

"Just what is it that's gotten you so worked up about me?" "every thing..."

"Like?" "Tits, pussy, figure, dear behna4 your one hot piece of ass."

"wow! am flattered. You make me feel like the best woman in the world."

"Well in my world, you are."

"Wow." She looked at his lovingly and then said, "I think I wont mind if you jack off thinking about me, infact I don't mind if you do it right now."

"No I can't... I shouldn't."

"Ok am going to go to bed now. If you change your mind let me know Id like to see."

"See what?"

"See you jacking off."

"OK."

She was about to go to bed when suddenly she though: If he's been fantasizing about me then he's been thinking of fucking me right. Huumm. I think I should ask him.

"Hey Ram bhiya?"

"What?"

"Well I was just wondering... when you were jacking off... what exactly were you thinking about doing to me then?"

"I can't answer that."

"Why ... because you were imagining that you were doing me, that you were fucking you own sister, right isn't it??????"

This made Ram jump out of his bed it was not as much the question as was the way the words that his innocent little sister had used that rocked him out of his senses. He had a raging hard on and he had to contend with her very explicit and inquisitive questions as well. He cursed himself under his breath. This was one unenviable situation to be in. As Ram fidgeted, it was obvious to Sonya that she had successfully unnerved him. She intended to shock him and she had done more than she thought she could do. No she had only to see where this would lead. Thinking this made her a little nervous as well. 

"Well If you were masturbating then its obvious that , you want to do it with me?"

"... I can't say anything, what do you want."

"Come here Ram bhiya."

"Why?"

"I want to see what you have there?" This blatant display of courage allay all of Ram's fears.

"Here see its so big and red, want to touch it behna?"

"Yeah, I've never seen one. Its so big like an elephants trunk."

"Yeah see hold it like this." He said putting into her hand and closing her fingers around it.

"But what about the balls? I want to see the balls also."

"You want to see bhiya's balls?"

"Yes." She said with a grin. 

"Then remove my pant for me."

"OK" she fumbled with his pants for a while and then pulled them down she had pulled them down to his knees when he urged her to pull them all the way and stepped out of them. 

"Like it?"

"Yeah your balls are so hairy."

"Sonya you saw my buli, can you show me your pussy?"

"Ok...", She stepped back and pulled the chord that fastened her shalwar and it dropped down to her ankles. Ram prompted her to step out of. She then hooked up thumbs into her red polka dot chaddi and pulled it down all the while looking at her bhiya. He urged her to go all the way.

"Lift up your Kurta5 I can't see it."

"I think I'll remove this also."

"Ok." She quickly unhooked her Kurta and got rid of it. Her slip6 followed.

"Wow you have a great body Sonya, can I touch your tits?"

"Sure but don't press them."

"Come close to me and hold bhiya's dick na7."

"Ok." She agreed.

Ram massaged her nipples with his fingers and she tensed up getting aroused instantly. She intuitively arched her crotch towards him and it touched Rams dick. Ram slid his hand down to her cunt and stroked it. 

"Hummm hummm mmmfff." She said.

"Come lets go to the bed, bhiya will make you very happy."

"But bhiya this is a sin."

"What's sin? You don't worry I am there no. I wont hurt you."

"Ok."

Ram held Sonya's hand and took her to the bed and allay her there. And then her put his mouth on her nipples and sucked her and aroused her like he had dreamt."

"Mufffff ooohohhhhh, biiiyaaaaaaaaa...tooooo nice don't stoppp" twisted Sonya in her bed. Ram slipped a finger into Sonya's virgin cunt and fingered her. He gradually moved it into her and ask her.

"You like that?", he grinned at Sonya with lust filled eyes, "you want bhiya to finger fuck you?"

"Yes its nice.". she hissed in a desperate voice, "why did you stop? goon noooo."

"I want to do more..."

"What more?", Sonya managed, "what more can we do? we are brother and sister. We have already gone so far."

"I want to put my bulli8 in your chut9.", Ram sank his finger more into Sonya's cunt and turned it around.

"Oh bhiya but I want to remain a virgin.", Sonya gasped at the sensation Ram's finger was giving her, already debating if she should go all the way with Ram.

'Should I do it, oh my Goooddd his fingers are so nice..., I know, I really want to do it... OK let he pop my cherry. Oh yess Ram bhiya is going to pop my cherry!" she thought when Ram interrupted her.

"What virgin it will be nice.", Ram twisted his finger while teasing Sonya's clit with his thumb.

"sssssssssss yesss your fingers feels so nice yessss... ssssssss, YESSSS Ram bhiya do it, Fuck your own sister, put your bulli in your behna's choot sssssss... chod mujhe chod, chod mere bhainchod bhiya chod."

"That's more like my behna, beg me beg bhiya to eat your pussy."

"Oh yes bhiya no more up... yesss ahaha that's it more inside, ohhhhhh mmmf ff oh not so hard a little softly."

"Like this mmmffff sssrrrrppp hmmmm aaaaaa. Like this you like it? you like your bhiya licking you delicious cunt. Huh?"

"YESS YESS MORE OHH GOD YESS,... MMMFFF HHMMMM OOOGODD YEAH OH YEAH...YES I WANT BHIYA TO LICK MY CUNT."

"Am going to tongue fuck you."

"OHH GOOODDDDD am going to daaaaaieeeeee of pleasure... IFFF OOOOOFFFFFFFFFOOO OOOHHHHH.. HOOOONN, AHHAAAA, areeee our karo our kar haaan bhiyaji our HUMMMMM. BASSS BASSS HFFFFFF HMMMMM, THAT'S IT AM CUMMING OHHHH YEAH OHHHH YEAH OHHHH YEAH OHHHH YEAH."

After this first oral orgasm that Sonya had she thought to herself that she would give her cherry to her dear brother her bhiya.

"Bhiya do it no, put it in there."

"Oh ok but remember it will pain and don't tell any one."

"Ok." He came between her and put the tip of his bulli into the crevice of her cunt and asked her.

"How does it feel Sonya... my sexy little sister, want me to put it in more?"

"YES put it in fast no..."

"You like this lauda in you choot? Here take it more... how is it...?"

"Oh nice SENSATIONAL .. please put more no..."She took his hardness and pressed it into herself and could feel the throbbing flesh on the insides if her cunt. 

"Kay behna meri pyari behna you want your bhiya's cock up your virgin pussy? You want bhiya to pop your cherry? Tell me beg me to pop your cherry. Here take some more of my cock. Moan meri sexy behna, moan my sister moan shout, fuck bhiya."

"YESSSSS AHHHAHAHAHAHA, OHMY GOGGGOGOGOGOGOGDDDD." As ram drilled his phallus into Sonya's virgin cunt popping her cherry she moaned a loud moan the end of her virginity and initiation into the ministrations of incest.

"DEERRPPER DDEPER bhiya deeper fuck your little sister's cunt cum into her cunt make her cum on your cock." She panted before a tidal wave of an orgasm over took her.

"YES behna yes meri bhaaan meri bhaaaahhhhnnnnnaaaaahhhh aaaah oh yeah am cumming teri gand maron ooooh ... ley bhiya ki randi ley."

"Haan bhiya mar meri gand mar, our chod mujhe our chod, bohot maza a raha hai."

"Maza a raha hai? Yeh to starting hai ley mera lund ley, ley meri pyari bhiya chodan."

"Hana aaaah main bhiya chodan, choooooodddd meri choot phad de mujhe chod. Ooohhh yes yes yesssss haaaan aaaaahh main bhiya levan."

"moan you brother fucking slut moan."

This sent Sonya over the edge and she began thrusting along with Ram. She arched to meet his every thrust and moaned inexorably. He started to go deep into her with slow long strokes, she gasped every time he went back into her. Sonya wrapped her legs around Ram and pulled her brother closer, Ram could feel her tits mashing into his chest as he felt a groan escape his mouth. Just then he came shooting into Sonya's incestuous cunt. Her cunt milked him dry and she felt a warm after glow. He was still conjoined with his sexy little sister and it get great. Ram kissed Sonya in the lips passionately with out breaking the tight embrace. She kissed him back. They began licking the sweat off each others face. 

"That was wonderful." Sonya kissed Ram, "can we do it again."

"oh yes but I have to get hard again."

"I mean after today...".

"Sure..."

"...I want that cock up my pussy when ever we can."

"Like now, I am growing."

"I can feel it, don't move I like how its feeling right now."

"After it grows just ride me like a horse, just keep it in you and move up and down."

"ok but you'll have to help me with the position."

He turned her around and head her on top of him and then asked her to kneel, and use her legs for thrusting. She began the motions and felt sensational.

"I Love this big brother, I am totally in control here. I can do any thing now."

"Like..."

"Like this." She bent down and kissed him while she rode up and down his cock, " suck my tits."

As she felt Ram suck her breast she felt her cunt's muscles tighten. She tried to control them and sudden heard Ram gasp with pleasure.

"And this how do you like it bother", she saw Ram's face contorted with pleasure, "its tight and deep isn't it you sister fucking bastard?" she grunted working her muscles sending Ram over the edge her orgasm followed there after and she could feel her cunt twitch with Ram spurting load after load of incestuous brotherly seed into her cunt.

"Take my seed you brother fucking slut, take my cum oh ya oooooooohhhhhh sonyaaaah."

"Ohohohohoh oooooooohhhhhh yessssssss bhiiiiiiiiieeeeeeyaaaaaaaaaah ahaha ah ah ah."

She just collapsed into his embrace and they both interlocked into a lazy kiss, exhausted.

"Behana tu to sabse acchi bhiya levan hai, you fuck good sis." Ram gasped.

"Mere bhainchod bhiya chode muje phad be meri choot, aj se mi teri randi behna." Sonya whispered between breaths. "Am your slut sister, and your whore bigbrother."

"I love you behna."

"I love you too bhiya."

I enjoy writing erotica and have been doing so form the past few years. I have written this as there are many Hindi speaking Indians out there who search for stories in an Indian context. There is a shortage of good Indian writers. I love to write. Though I don't abet or encourage any of these actions, neither do I indulge in any of them. I am working on many more Indian sibling incest stories. I hope you like this story. If you have comments and suggestions, requests please mail m. Anonymity is guaranteed. 



Incestuous Emailing



My dear Thomas,

It was so good to meet you last week, even if it was in the sterile and unsatisfactory, but understandable, confines of a councillor's office. I found it difficult opening up to you as the councillor and my lawyer listened and watched and hence, I am taking their advice and emailing you. Hopefully, both of us will feel more able to express our innermost thoughts using this media. That is of course, if you are prepared to enter into correspondence with your mother.

I have to stress right away, Tom, that I am by no means looking for your forgiveness at what I did, but hopefully I may go some way to gaining your understanding.

I feel, quite desperately actually, the need to try to convey to you the situation when you were born those twenty-three years ago in nineteen ninety. I was just twenty-two. No age really. Society was far less forgiving back then, out of wedlock births and single mothers bringing up a child were both rare and frowned upon. These are not excuses for what I did, merely explanations.

I was engaged at the time. In those days, young people did that as precursor to marriage. I was marrying a man who was the son of my parents close friends. Both families knew each other well and looked on Richard and me marrying as a 'match made in heaven.' I was not totally convinced of that. We had been 'courting' for several years before the engagement and the wedding was planned for just over a year hence.

I had just started work after three years at university gaining a solid 2:1 in English and History. Richard, who is ten years my senior, already had a degree and waited for me as I obtained mine. Despite many opportunities and invitations, I remained completely faithful during that time. Regrettably Tom, and I am ashamed of this, that faithfulness did not last.

At work, in the liberal atmosphere and culture of publishing my perspective changed. I felt locked in and manipulated by my family and the impending marriage. In short, I rebelled and I had a brief affair with a writer, he was fifteen years older than me. I was over three months gone when I found out I was pregnant. Again, in those days it was not that easy to find out.

Without the most almighty scandal in the middle class ghetto of the idyllic Hertfordshire village where both families lived, there were only two other options; abortion or adoption. 

Again in those times, abortions were not that easy, although my father had the contacts to arrange one, but being Roman Catholic he was totally opposed to it. He and my mother were equally opposed both to Richard's and our families and the rest of the village finding out. 

So, as part of my management training I was brought into the family's boutique publishing house from the global one I had started with after uni. I was dispatched off to the Australian subsidiary as soon as was reasonably possible. At the time I was six months pregnant. The decision had been made to have the baby adopted.

I am sorry, so terribly sorry about all of this Tom and if there is any way that I can make it up to you please let me know.

I hope that you are settling into MIT and please do let me know if there is anything I can do to make your studying there more satisfying.

Of course, I will completely understand if I do not hear back from you, but I would be so pleased if I did.

Hoping that you will find it in your heart to mail back,

With much love and even greater regrets

Mother or, if you prefer Cat 



Hello

If you don't mind I will call you Cat, I cannot think of you as my mother, well not yet at least!

I have taken time to think about our meeting in London and the mail you sent a few days ago. I have been tempted to let sleeping dogs lie and do nothing, not even respond, but the content of your mail persuaded me otherwise, so here goes with my response. You may need to forgive some rambling, errors or misuse of words for I am a little pissed and that is as in drunk rather than annoyed. But that's what students do isn't it.

Firstly, thank you for arranging my entry into MIT and yes I accept gratefully your suggestion of me staying here to gain my Masters and Phd. It is very generous of you to fund me.

At the moment, I cannot forgive you Cat, although I guess what you did is in most ways preferable to the hot bath, bottle of gin and knife up your pussy alternative. Crude aren't I, but maybe that is the drink, cider actually. On balance, though I can understand why you did what you did. Was it hard having me taken away from you almost at birth; incidentally how long did you keep me?

Also what was it after all these long years that persuaded you to seek me out. I know you said in the meeting that it was simply maternal instinct, but was there also the need to overcome the guilt you must have felt over this long time. You can be honest now Cat, it is in the open, although I do appreciate that Richard and my half siblings do not know.

I know that my dad cannot come back from the grave, but maybe you could tell me more about him.

Your long lost, but newly found and now slightly drunk son.

Thomas.







Hi Tom, 

I can't sleep. That happens quite often nowadays and being frank has become more extreme since I found you.

You were mine for just six hours, isn't that awful? They have to do that to stop the mother bonding. When they took you away it was terrible. How I remember one of the nurses saying that you would be in Australia soon, I have no idea, but I did. 

Your dad, was a lovely man. Hugely intelligent, intellectual really, he was modest, interested in everything that went on and a mine of information on so many subjects. He was a gentle person, I never heard him raise his voice and his calm manner helped him avoid arguments. He was hugely personable with a magic way with words. To be utterly truthful to you Tom, which is something I owe you very badly, I think in other circumstances David and I may well have become the loves of my lives.

How are things at MIT, it's a lovely area and a great uni isn't it?

Hoping this finds you well and that the cider does not give you too much of a hangover

Cat 





Cat mum, mum or Cat, who knows?

Thanks for getting back so quickly and for your kind thoughts about my hangover that I am probably going to make worse by having a few shots, do you drink much Cat or vodka. Er I mean not do yoyu drink Cat, but Cat do you drink much and if so vodka. Actually not if you drink much do you dring vodk, oh fuck it this is stupid, I'lll start again.

Hi Cat, 

Thanks for getting back. I am sorry you cannot sleep, but then neither can I so we are both in the same boat, hope you can sit still so it don't turn over. Unlike most Aussies I am not a good swimmer.

Dad sounds nice, I wish I had met him.

It must have been terrible for yoyu to have your baby taken away and I feel sorry for you for that. I wonder if one day I will be able to meet my half siblings, Peter and Emma, I think I would like to, but that has to be up to you Cat.

Is Richard waiting up with you, or is he snoring in bed, lucky man.

Tom









Hi Tom

Just because I did not see you for twenty odd years son, do not think you can take liberties and drink too much. Despite your wonderful physique do not think you are too big to go across your mother's knee for a spanking. lol

No Richard is where he so often is, in America, he will be home Saturday morning to get ready to go to Frankfurt Sunday afternoon; he does travel a lot. So there is no one waiting in my bed or in the house even, I am completely alone. 

What about you, do you share? A house a flat, a room. And please do not tell your mother that there are women there, heaven forbid. On that topic do you have a girl friend?

Inquisitive in Herts

Cat 





Same with all you Brits Cat, a fucking anal complex and a desire to apnk. Bloody public schools.

I share a house with six others, foor blokes and two Sheilas as, of course, we Aussies call 'em. I have my own room and we have a hard and fast rule no playing around with the Sheilas. I have a couple of girls I see, if you forgive the eupheism, er eufermism, oh you know. One is a barmaid of all things in a pub, but is training to be a dancer, she's really supple and the other is studying English here. Nothiong serious just excuses for, woops I forget I am talking to my mum. Strewthe that sounds stwrange and is something I have never said nefore. Wonder whether I will when sober.

Pissed in Boston





My dear pissed or should I call you Boston,

I really do hope that you think of me as your mum Tom, although calling me that does not matter, Cat would be nice, but you choose and use whatever you like.

Also, I hope that you will wish as much as I do to keep this correspondence going, although maybe at a more civilised hour than after 2.30 in the morning. I am a married working mum, not a leery student and it is well past my bed time. Woops if that is the case then why am I sitting here in my dressing gown exchanging emails with my getting drunker by the minute newly found son?

Your tired mother

Cat x

Hi,

You don't get away from me that easily, mother or not, in fact you may not get away at all. What sort of woman are you I ask myself? I have to do that because I am the only stupid fucker swake thi s tiem of night or should it be moorning. Sitting in your dressing gown exchanging emails with a leery, half pissed student young enough to be your son. You make a habit of that do you.?"

Somoen in America, somewhere pissed and tired, but can't go to bed.

Tom,

Yes young man, what sort of woman does such things? Well I can tell you, one like me as I am doing it and enjoying it. I have jpoined you on the vodka. I take mine with a dash of water and a squeeze of lemon, I guess you take yours straight do you Tom.

Although I have to be up in just over four hours and I am tired, I am so enjoying chatting with you. You make me feel young Tom. It is such a change, thank you so much.

Cat xx





I make you feel young do I? Isthat good? I hope so. Do I you feel anything else Cat.

I have noticed the kisses. I like them, they make me feel good.

I am now so pissed I think mummy should at least terll me off and spank me if she wants

Baby

you should go off to sleep, I have to as well. I am pleased you like the kisses for they do express my feelings for you.

Love

Cat xx

Morning mother,

My god Cat, I am so sorry about last night. I have just woken up sitting looking at my PC clad in just my boxers. I have read my ridiculous and so very rude mails to you. Bet you're not so pleased at finding me now. How could I have got so drunk, written those things to you and then pass out? I hope that you will forgive, but will understand if you do not feel able to. 

On another level, Cat what I recall about the exchanges I enjoyed. I just chose some of the wrong things to say. Certainly for a son to his mother, but at present I am not able fully to see you as that. Having met just the once and then spent the time together last evening I am hesitant to tell you that I am only able to look at you as an older woman and not yet as my mother.

Is that bad?

Your humbled son

PS It was the Aussie in me I reckon, well that's my story and Ia m sticking to it.





Hi Tom,

I am typing this on my phone from the office of a charity for which I work a few days here and there, so please forgive typing errors.

You are totally forgiven and really hardly put a foot wrong. Ok some of the spelling and missed words made some phrases hard to discern, but then I used to be in publishing and have been a wordsmith most of my life.

Will write more fully this pm

Cat 

PS How's the head?

G'day Cat

It was nice and a relief to hear back from the woman who calls herself my mother. Hello mum and thanks for the forgiveness. Head's a little woolly and I tdon't think I have any insides left!

Despite rumours to the contrary students do work and I have two lectures this morning so hearing from you this afternoon would be great. I am free through to whenever, but please don't let me drink too much and get me into bed at a reasonable time.

Your, sort of, son

Tom

PS Missed the kisses



Hi Tom,

Hope you are feeling better and that the hangover is going away, tried the hair of a dog? I may join you and have a glass or two of white wine soon. 

Trust you made and enjoyed the lectures, does one 'enjoy' them nowadays? I never did, but then that was centuries ago.

I am glad you enjoyed yesterday evening, I did too. As you are unable to get to the UK and I have no plans to come over there in the near future, this could well be our main way of getting to know each other, that is of course if you want to get to know an older women who calls herself your mother. Do you Tom?

I have to stop for a while as I have a couple of calls to make, but then I can be all yours to a not too late time this evening.

Lol

Mum or Cat what do you prefer.



Cat,

All mine ay? Steady mum I might get the wrong idea.

Yes I do enjoy lectures, but then I seem to enjoy most things and especially exchanging these mails with you. You express yourself very well indeed. My writing palls, is that correct, into mere scribblings compared to yours, but then us geeky physicists can get away with it, can't we?

The idea of you being all mine all afternoon and evening is attractive. It makes me feel as if it is date that I am going on with you. Would you date me Cat?

Intrigued in Boston



Hello Intrigued 

How are you, well I hope.

Yes, I suppose it is a date, Tom. I too find that exciting, but also a little bewildering. Can a mother date her son? Surely not, but then that depends on the interpretation of date I guess. I mean I go out to dinner with Richard, my husband, but that is not a date, but when I went to dinner with your father that was, most definitely a date. Hmmmm dodgy area here Tom so I had better move on.

I hope your studies are going well and you are pleased that you decided to come to the US to study rather than staying in Oz. 

Have any plans for vacations this year?

xx



Me again.

No who, just kisses, interesting!

Cheers, how's the white wine, cold and dry I hope and slipping down easily. I am more of a red man myself, but to be truthful, if it whirls around in a glass and is alcoholic then I say, you pour, I'll drink. Mmmmm that cider tastes good. Never had it until I got here, but now can't get enough. I am a bit obsessive, Cat, when I find something I like I just can't get enough of it and then go for it hook, line and sinker. So watch out babe, you may be hooked or lined or sinkered by now!

Odd for an older woman to be asking about dates. But then, on reading back you didn't ask it did you, I did? You as a mother and an older woman should, simply refined it. By doing so though, mum, if I may be so bold to venture you put a spin on it. A nice one by the way and one that sort of makes me tingle a bit, even though I know I should not.

No plans for anything yet excepting working my bollocks off to get my degree.

Tom x

Please Thomas,

do not work that hard you may need them badly one day and it would never do if they have been worked off!

I should not have gone down the route I did about a date. It was wrong of me and thoughtless. I will steer a straighter route in future.

It is wet, cold, chilled and Pinot. Lovely

Cat x

PS I saw your kiss, that was the first wasn't it luv? Not that hard is it?





Please Cat, 

note no mum this time, do not worry that pretty little head, yes we are all chauvinists in Oz, of yours about it. I think our 'conversations' yesterday evening and into the night and now have strayed into an area of, how can a son put it to his mother, intimacy I suppose is the word. Or is that just me?

And please do not mention hard!

Wondering in the North East, US that is not Newcastle

PS Yes that was the first these are the 2nd and 3rd xx

Oh dear.

I do not know what to say Thomas. I am not sure that we should even be discussing it. Whatever it is? Let me put your mind at rest, though, it is not just you who feels something. And that makes me feel bad.

Sorry

Cat xx





Mum

Sorry I have taken so long to reply. I have had to have a long think.

Oh Cat, please do not feel bad. Feel good, for that's exactly how you make me feel. It's a lovely feeling, a tingle and a warmth. But I am scared of it, well with you I am. It's ok with the barmaid and the other student, but fuck mum, not with you.

I've just had an idea that I want to put to you. Please feel free to say no, if you wish. Have you heard of or ever used yahoo messenger? It's an instant messengering service where two people can talk in real time; like a phone, but with written words not spoken. Would you like to try it with me?

T x

Tom,

That's ok luv, but you did worry me. I thought that I may have said something to upset you, after all we are discussing a delicate subject, aren't we? Or am I imagining that we are?

I have never heard of or used yahoo messenger and would not know how to do so. But the idea sounds interesting and I am willing to try.

Cat x



Great, let me teach you mum.

Go into yahoo or type yahoo.com into a search engine or ISP. A menu will come up and on it somewhere you will see messenger. Click on it and follow the instructions, It will be easy. You will need to have username and a password, may I suggest for the latter mummycat?

Let me know how you get on, mummycat.

T x



Ok give me fifteen mins or so.

mummycat xxx

Sure,

Take your time.

Tom x



Hi again 14 mins 25 secs

Well that was easy, I have registered, signed in and am iwaiting. What happens now?

C x

Tom: Hello Cat, this is what happens now.

Cat: Oh

Tom: Oh, what's that mean?

Cat: Is that really you?

Tom: Yes of course

Cat: have you used this before?

Tom: Yes of course, it can be fun, we all use it, so how are you?

Cat: a little scared actually

Tom: why?

Cat: I don't know, it's just a little spooky isn't it?

Tom: I guess so, but you'll get used to it..................mum

Cat: don't that makes me feel old

Tom: and we can't have that can we?

Cat: can't be avoided really can it?

Tom: I guess not. Btw you did well sorting out messenger

Cat: Btw, what's that?

Tom: By the way, it's text speak.

Cat: I see.

Tom: Yes brains as well as beauty

Cat: What

Tom: Brains to sort out messenger and beauty well that's for all to see.

Cat: Flatterer.

Tom: Just the truth Cat. You are a beautiful woman

Cat: Am I? Do you really think so?

Tom: Yes and yes I do

Cat: Then thank you

Tom: Yw.

Cat: I can guess what that means

Tom: And you are Cat, very welcome

Cat: Thanks

Tom: Are you ok with chatting like this Cat?

Cat: Yes, it's good

Tom: This feels more like a date than the mails doesn't it?

Cat: Yes I suppose it does really

Tom: I feel a little nervous

Cat: Why?

Tom: Not sure, but being with you I guess

Cat: But you are not with me, not really are you

Tom: No, but I would like to be Cat, wouldn't you?

Cat: I don't know Tom

Tom: What don't you know Cat?

Cat: Anything, everything, oh bugger, I am so mixed up

Tom: And so am I

Cat: We have gone down the wrong path Tom

Tom: Have we Cat, have we really?

Cat: We are not two lov  um I mean we are not people who have just met on here

Tom: But we have Cat, we have really just met, not here, but certainly in mail haven't we?

Cat: Yes I suppose we have

Tom: and we got on well didn't we

Cat: Yes Tom, maybe too well

Tom: can there be too well with getting on?

Cat: Yes I think so when you are mother and son Tom




Incestuous Emailing



Tom: but we aren't are we?

Cat: yes we are

Tom: not really Cat. As I said earlier I cannot look on you as my mother. I have only met you once and then in front of others and exchanged emails last night and now this. 

Cat: So what do you look at me as Tom?

Tom: I told you in part earlier in the mails. I see you as an older woman

Cat: Gee thanks

Tom: I mean that as a compliment Cat, I have always been interested in older women

Cat: all young guys say that, it's a big fantasy

Tom: But true nevertheless and now mum I realise what MILF really means

Cat: MILF, what's that?

Tom: take a deep breath Cat. MILF = a mother I would like to fuck

Cat: Oh my god Tom

Tom: lol it is used generically Cat for younger guys to describe their desires for older women, it is not often used as specifically as we could

Cat: Tom you must not say that

Tom: Sorry

Cat: Maybe we should stop for a while

Tom: Why stop?

Cat: we are going to places we should not go

Tom: Like on a date Mum

Cat: yes, like a date. 

Tom: And I know why a mother and son cannot date Cat?

Cat: I know I am setting myself up Tom, but why is that?

Tom: Simple, a date implies and is designed to provide intimacy

Cat: Stop

Tom: Yes Cat, intimacy probably leading to sex

Cat: No, no Tom stop.

Tom: I can't Cat, you have done something to me

Cat: I have not

Tom: You have Cat really

Cat: Look Tom it's nearly 7, we have been mailing and messengering for nearly four hours, let's have a break

Tom: don't go

Cat: I need to eat something. Let's take half hour and then I will mail you.

Tom: Promise, you won't just ignore me

Cat: Tom you are my son and I have just found you after all these years, I will not make that mistake again, I promise.



My dearest Tom,

I have eaten an omelette and had another glass of wine as I have thought about us. This really has gone far enough. I am your mother and you are my son, we are not people who date and even more to the point we cannot be intimate. Not only is that breaking the law it is also unimaginable. Well certainly in my mind at least.

If I have done anything to give you the impression that I would be willing to go further than a mother should with a son, then I apologise and state categorically that I look on you as my son with whom I can enjoy our future. I do not think that what we did last night and what we have been doing this afternoon should lead to anything more than us exchanging correspondence and enjoying relating the written word to each other.

Yes, my dear, I realise that you are a red-blooded young man. Yes, I realise that your hormones may be exploding, yes I realise that we may have shared a date with all that implies and yes I recognise that I may be what some would call a MILF. But that can be all our relationship can be. We cannot, and I hesitate before saying this Tom, be lovers.

If this has deterred you to the extent that you no longer wish to correspond, I will understand.

Your loving mother

Cat x



Dear, dear Cat,

I have no idea what has happened to us or why we are where we are. But then, mum, where are we? Yes you are to me a MILF, yes our discussion has become intimate, yes we are on a sort of date and yes, and please forgive me for this, our relationship is becoming sexual. And to be utterly truthful with you Cat, that really is what I want. 

Ok I may be your son physically, yes I may have come from your body and yes you may have conceived and born me, but you have not raised me. I am not your son emotionally, Hence, I have not developed the maternal feelings for you that maybe a son should and normally does have. Remember I have only known you for a short while. And during that time I have not looked on you as a mother. No Cat I have seen you as a woman, a beautiful woman, a sexy woman, an older woman and a woman that any man would lust after as, Cat I am doing right now. In short Cat, I want you.

In any case Cat, I am your secret aren't I? You made it clear and I agreed with the lawyers that after they found me and brought me over from Australia that I can never be part of your main stream life. I am happy to do that in return for knowing my mother at last, for your generosity in relocating me to the UK and for funding my further education. For that, I shall be ever grateful. However, that will inevitably always be tinged with the regret that I cannot know my half siblings, cannot be part of your life and cannot meet your husband. I find being anonymous and a secret you wish to keep from everyone rather exciting Cat and I think that adds to the intimacy that we have developed.

I implore you to carry on with me mum, to explore further, to go that extra mile with me both here in email and in messenger. I think I know that we will probably never transfer whatever we have and do in the fantasies of those media to the harshness of reality. That I might wish to is not something I should burden you with yet. In my heart, I want us to come to a mutual conclusion as to how we confront reality when and if the time is right. 

Please do not reject me without really searching your sole, if I have spelt that correctly!

Your loving son and ardent admirer.

Tom xxxxxx





Oh Tom, 

you must not say that. You should not say such things. You should not put me in such a position. Please do not do that to me Tom. Do not put me in the situation of having to make such a choice. I am your mother Tom. I am another man's wife, other children's mother I am not an older woman playing the game Tom. And most certainly I am not and you should not consider to me a MILF. Even though, Tom, I have to admit, that you saying that excites me.

Totally confused

Mother x



Cat, 

I need to er, um 'date' you again. I want you on messenger. I want to talk to you.

Please log on again.

Tom x



Cat: I am here

Tom: Hello

Cat: Hi

Tom: You came back

Cat: Yes

Tom: Why?

Cat: I do not know.

Tom: What do you want Cat?

Cat: I have no idea, do you?

Tom: yes I think I do Cat

Cat: What is that Tom?

Tom: Please do not be alarmed

Cat: I won't, go on

Tom: I want to have sex with you Cat.

Cat: Oh Tom, no

Tom: Yes Cat, I want to fuck you.

Cat: No, no, no Tom, that's no possible you are my son

Tom: I am also a man Cat, a red blooded one as you said

Cat: We can't

Tom: Cat you did not say you did not want to, though, did you

Cat: That's not fair

Tom; But you didn't say it did you Cat?

Cat: No, no Tom I didn't 

Tom: So Cat do you?

Cat: Do I what Tom?

Tom: Want to make love to me.

Cat: Oh Tom, Tom.

Tom: Do you Cat? Tell me, open up to me, be truthful Cat. Please tell me Cat. Tell me I am not mistaken. 

Cat: What do you mean, how?

Tom: On here Cat, I want to make love to you on here.

Cat: I don't understand

Tom: It's simple Cat we just talk and do things.

Cat: Talk about what?

Tom: Sex, making love, what you would like me to do, what you are doing

Cat: Have you done that before Tom?

Tom; Yes, many times, lots of guys and girls do, it's called cybering

Cat: I see.

Tom: Do you Cat, do you see?

Cat: I think so yes'

Tom: What do you see?

Cat: What you said

Tom: I didn't really say

Cat: well do then, say what we do

Tom: we masturbate Cat, we both do it, that's what happens

Cat: oh my god, how could I do that?

Tom: lol don't say you have forgotten

Cat: I know what lol means and no of course I have not forgotten

Tom: Do you do it?

Cat: That's private

Tom: don't be daft, tell me, you do don't you, everybody does

Cat: Occasionally tyes

Tom: When?

Cat: What do you mean?

Tom:When do you do it mostly?

Cat: When Richard is away

Tom: why then

Cat: because I miss sex I suppose when he isn't here

Tom: He's away now isn't he Cat?

Cat: Yes

Tom: And are you missing sex?

Cat: Please don't go there Tom

Tom: But I have gone there, we have gone there, we are there Cat, right there

Cat: Where are we? What do you mean?

Tom: It's time Cat.

Cat: Time for what?

Tom: It's time Cat for you to tell me that you want me to fuck you on here.

Cat: Oh Tom

Tom: Oh what Tom?

Cat: Oh nothing, I just don't know.

Tom: You do Cat, you know what I want, don't you?

Cat: Yes

Tom: Then tell me Cat.

Cat: No Tom I can't 

Tom: You can Cat, you can tell me

Cat: I can't say it

Tom: You can Cat, you can say it. You can tell me Cat. You can say what you want. What you want me to do, what you want us to do. Tell me Cat.

Tom: Tell me

Tom: Please cat

Tom: Cat

Tom: have you gone?

Cat: I will send an email, I have to go, bye

Tom: have you gone?

Tom: are you there?

Tom??????????????????????????





Oh Tom,

I am so torn. I cannot fathom just what you have done to me or, maybe we have done to each other. In some ways, nothing has happened to me like this before. But then in other ways, my darling that is not true. 

As you have spoken to me in messenger, increasingly my mind has been going back to before you were born, in fact to before you were conceived. It has gone back to when I was engaged to Richard and when I met your father. Of course, we did not have the internet, we did not have the ability to exchange messages the way we have nowadays. We had phones of course, not many mobiles maybe, but we also exchanged letters, yes people sent each other love letters. Your father wrote me some really beautiful letters; alas I no longer have them. More though, we talked. David and I were great talkers, on the phone, when we dated (!) and when we made love. It is the recall of those conversations that makes it untrue when I say nothing like last night and today has happened to me before, because it happened with your father and that led to us having our wonderful affair.

That, now Tom, is water under the bridge. Sweet and memorable water though it is, it has gone, it cannot come back and now the only thing left from that is you. You, my son, my darling boy are all that remains from that incredible period in my life.

I have thought very carefully about what you have asked of me. I have looked at it from every angle that I can and have considered as many possible consequences as comes to mind. In great fear that you will think badly of me later and in much trepidation Tom, I am prepared to try to do what you ask.

Please write back with your reaction to this extraordinary development.

Very, very unsure that this is wise

Cat xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx



OMG Cat

thank you, thank you, thank you. For both telling me about your time with my dad and for saying yes.

I realise I have put you in an agonising situation and I apologise. It was not done with any sense of purpose or deviousness. It was all done from my heart Cat, well I guess a combo of that and what hangs between my legs, yes like many men I , at times, think with my dick. I feel so enamoured by you, I feel as though I love you, yet hardly know you. And sorry mum or Cat, that love is not the love of a son for his mother, but the love of a young man for an older woman. Actually not even that, it is simply the love of a man for a woman.

I do not want you to do anything with which you are not comfortable. Love is not about that. Love is doing things together, things that both want, things that are mutual. So Cat, if you are not comfortable, then I do not want to do it. But if you are comfortable, then I would love to do it with you. 

In hope

Tom xxxxx





Tom

Whichever way I look at it, I cannot honestly say I am totally comfortable with the idea. Actually, I have my doubts if many women would be and am certain that few, if any, mothers would with their sons. But we are all different. I have to admit and agree that I was aroused when we spoke earlier. You did get to me Tom, and as a woman and not a mother. I do understand what you mean about seeing me as an older woman and not, yet, a mother. Maybe that will come, one day. Maybe it won't and maybe somewhere in between there will be you and me. Mother/older woman/MILF and you son/younger man/MILF chaser. Who knows? In the end my lovely boy, we can only play it by ear.

What now?

Cat x



Darling,

Oh Cat, such a phrase. What now? There is so much in that, so much I want to say and tell you. I want us to 'meet' on messenger, see each other on there and yes have a date on there. And we have discussed, Cat just what a date is, haven't we, so we are under no illusions are we?

May I impose on you? I need to be able to see you Cat. Sure I have a mind's eye of you from the meeting, but I want a photo of you. I want to be able to look at, no let me be truthful, ogle you as we do whatever we decide to do. Anything will do Cat, but dare I say it one with as few clothes as possible would be wonderful.

Now after all that build up, Cat, the let down. I have to go to a series of meetings this evening. The last thing I want to do is rush our time together and I realise that it would too big an imposition to ask you to meet me on messenger at three or four in the morning GMT.

Could I ask you to meet me at five pm your time tomorrow?

Your so eager younger man

Tom





Yes Tom, that will be fine.

In the meantime, please enjoy the attached. One was taken at a swanky do in the West end, hence the 'little black number' the other was taken in the garden here; it is very private, hence the bikini.

Until tomorrow at five.

Cat xx





Oh Cat,

you are absolutely gorgeous. You are beautiful. I love both photos and find each so incredibly sexy. They make me want you so much more that I can barely wait until mid-day my time tomorrow.

Sleep well my lovely

Tom xxxx

Hello Tom

I am ready to meet you. It is nearly five and I have been het up all afternoon for this surely is a date, isn't it? As you know I have grave misgivings about this and really I am not sure that I will be able to do what you are hoping for. But I have said yes and so, my lovely boy I will try. Even now, though I ask your forgiveness if I find myself unable to go through with it.

Cat x



Cat

I am ready and will log onto messenger directly I have sent this. I do understand your feelings and please if at any time you find it all too much, do tell me and we can er, talk about the weather, for instance. Just as a boy and girl would do on a date.

Until very soon,

Tom xxx



Tom: hello mum, welcome

Cat: Let's leave the mum thing shall we Tom, I don't want reminding

Tom: I understand, hello Cat how are you?

Cat: I am well, but so, so nervous

Tom: why?

Cat: you know why

Tom: as or more nervous than you would be on a date?

Cat: Well as I have not been on a date for so long it is hard to say.

Tom: How about a date with me, would as or more nervous

Cat: This feels like a date with you.

Tom: How?

Cat: well we arranged a time and we have both met

Tom: and.....?

Cat: And what?

Tom: We agreed what a date is didn't we Cat?

Cat: Yes Tom we did.

Tom: like to tell me

Cat: no, no Tom

Tom: we said a date was intimacy probably leading to sex didn't we?

Cat: Yes we did.

Tom: and talking like this is intimate isn't Cat?

Cat: yes

Tom: do you feel intimate Cat? Are we being intimate?

Cat: Yes Tom, I think this is a highly intimate topic

Tom: but are we being intimate?

Cat: I feel so Tom, don't you?

Tom: yes very much. Are you ok with it so far?

Cat: Yes

Tom: Is it ok to go further

Cat: yes, but slowly

Tom: of course, I will go slowly as I would if we were together Cat and we were about to make love.

Cat: Oh

Tom: Why oh Cat?

Cat: surprise

Tom: but you know that is on the agenda don't you? You know really Cat that making love is the agenda? And you know that a date is the intimacy that we are sharing probably leads to sex, don't you my darling.

Cat: yes, but hearing you say such things Tom, is strange

Tom: But is it ok?"

Cat: Yes Tom, yes it, they excite me

Tom: and are you getting excited about us making love Cat.

Cat: in some ways, but I am also scared.

Tom: That's natural

Cat: smile, just like a date I suppose.

Tom: lol yes very much. Btw the photos were amazing, but then you are amazing

Cat: You flatterer

Tom: it is true, you are gorgeous and so fucking sexy Cat

Cat: you shouldn't say that, I am old enough to be your mother

Tom: true mum, but also young enough to be a MILF, my MILF

Cat: Oh tom

Tom: yes Cat my MILF, my very own MILF, my mother that I would like to fuck

Cat: Oh god

Tom: That is what I want Cat, to fuck you, I want to fuck you so much. That photo in your garden gave me an instant hard on

Cat: Really?

Tom: Yes your breasts are awesome, I want them Cat, I want your breasts. 

Cat: I am afraid they are not very detachable Tom.

Tom; That does not matter right now. God I'm so hard Cat, I wish you could feel it. Would you like that Cat? Would you like to feel my cock, my big, hard, youthful cock

Cat: Mmmm yes, yes Tom

Tom: The cock with which I am going to fuck you Cat. I am stroking it

Cat: What are you wearing?

Tom: nothing, I am naked for you Cat. You?

Cat: Jeans and a tee shirt.

Tom: take them off

Cat: Oh Tom

Tom: please Cat, undress for me. Take the tee off first

Cat: Tom this is too much, it's wrong

Tom: No Cat it's right. You know it is, you know it is what you want isn't it

Cat:

Tom: Isn't it Cat? You want to take your clothes off, you want my cock, you want to touch yourself don't you?

Cat:

Tom: don't you Cat? As you know that I am rubbing my throbbing cock thinking of it in you, you want to undress, to be naked for me, to let me have your tits, don't you Cat, say it, just tell me

Cat: Yes Tom , yes, yes I do

Tom: Then take your top off

Cat: Ok it's off.

Tom: Touch your tits for me Cat

Cat: I am I have been

Tom: Good, is it nice?

Cat: Yes

Tom: you have fantastic tits Cat, I want to suck them, take your bra off

Cat: Ok

Tom: is it off?

Cat: yes

Tom: lovely, god you are making wank so hard, I will not last that long. I want you to cum with me Cat. I want to fuck you and have you think I am fucking you. Is that ok?

Cat: Yes, Tom it is

Tom: Take your jeans off for me Cat, I want you naked. Will you do that for me Cat?

Cat: Yes

Tom: take them off then Cat?"

Cat: I am Tom, I am

Tom: and your panties Cat, take your panties off. Will you Cat?

Cat: yes, yes I will

Tom: are they off Cat, are you naked?

Cat: yes I am, I am naked for you

Tom: I want to see all of you Cat

Cat: yes, yes you can Tom I am bare, you can see all of me

Tom: I want to see your cunt Cat, will you show me your cunt?

Cat: Oh god Tom, I can't last

Tom: good, I don't want you to last, I want you to cum Cat, I want to cum too, I want us to cum together

Cat: Oh yes

Tom: Are you close

Cat: yes very

Tom: where are you rubbing cat?

Cat: my clit and my breasts

Tom; do you want to put some finger in you?

Cat: I have

Tom: how many

Cat: three

Tom: are you finger fucking yourself Cat?

Cat: Yes

Tom: are you imagining it is me Cat. Are your fingers my cock, am I fucking you Cat?

Cat: Yes, oh yes Tom yes

Tom: I am starting to cum Cat are you.

Cat: yes, of course I am cumming

Tom: cum with me, let's cum together.

Cat Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm, I have

Tom: I am shooting all up my chest, there is so much spunk Cat.

Cat: have you finished Tom?

Tom: yes have you?

Cat yes

Tom: I had better get cleaned up, I have a lecture soon. Thanks Cat, it was amazing, was it for you.

Cat: yes Tom it was good.

Tom; I will mail you later

Cat:Yes please do Tom

Tom: can we do it again Cat?

Cat: yes Tom, bye




Incestuous Emailing



Tom: bye mum

Cat: lol





My dearest Cat,

I assume that you have gone to bed by now Cat and I hope you are having pleasant or erotic dreams, but then erotic is pleasant isn't it? 

I have thought of nothing else all day than us and what we did. It simply was amazing Cat, the most exciting and stimulating cybering I have done and in fact it was probably the most exciting sex I have ever had. I would never have though it, but fantasy can beat reality. God you are an amazing woman, mum.

How are you? Is the aftermath ok? Can you cope with it? 

I can, but then I guess it is different for the son than the mother. 

I have thought a lot about this since I met you in London. In fact, Cat I have thought of little else than you, and us. 

We have a nearly, and I know that cannot be applied to, unique, situation. We are physically mother and son, but emotionally I am a young man and you are an older woman. If we had met in a bar or at a gym we could have been attracted to each other and we could have ended up making love. I adore older women and many older woman (you included maybe) are attracted to the idea of a younger man, if only for the stamina and recovery powers we have. Are you attracted by those Cat? If you are, I can assure that I have them, and in spades!

If we had met and made love, sure there may well have been a tinge of guilt on your part at being unfaithful to Richard. That's all though. This should be no different really. We have no emotional bggage Cat. You did not suckle me or rear me, it was not you who have conditioned me and you have never known me as a son as I have never known you as a mother.

Oh fuck what am I waffling on about?

In short, what I am saying, is that I fancy the arse off yoyu and I want to have sex with you.

Whilst I could not be unscientific enough to say that I love you Cat, I mean how could I as I don't know you, there is more to this than merely your gorgeous tits, legs up to you armpits and your, what I am sure is a beautiful cunt. I dunno what it is. But you are far, far more than simply a MILF. I feel more strongly about wanting you than I can recall feeling about any other woman. Maybe there is something stronger than your delicious physical appeal. Whatever it is, though, I want more and more and more of you.

When can I have you again Cat?

In abject awe of you

Tom xxxxxxxxxxxx

2013 

Simple, my darling boy, NOW!

Love

Mummycat xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx



Tom: Are you there?

Cat: yes, I can't sleep

Tom: why?

Cat: thinking of today

Tom: is that good or bad

Cat: lol mainly good.

Tom: where are you?

Cat: in bed

Tom: oh fuck no

Cat: where else would I be at after 1.00 in the morning?

Tom: true, what are you wearing?

Cat: a very broad smile

Tom: nothing else

Cat: well I did forget to remove my lipstick, lol

Tom: you must look incredible.

Cat: thanks

Tom: can I see?

Cat: What?

Tom: you

Cat: how?

Tom: cam

Cat: I don't have one

Tom there will be on in your laptop or iPad

Cat: is there?

Tom: yes they nearly all have them now

Cat: I didn't know that

Tom: just a minor benefit of having a scientist for a son, I know those sort of thinsg 

Cat: what's that?

Tom: an invitation to view my cam

Cat: what do I do?

Tom: would you like to see me?

Cat: yes

Tom: then accept

Cat: that's amazing, hello you look good

Tom: thanks mum, now you

Cat: how?

Tom: on the window in which you type there should be a menu at the top with an item something contact, is there?

Cat: yes

Tom: click on that

Cat: ok

Tom: now there should be another saying further options or contacts or something

Cat: yes

Tom: press it, what do you see?

Cat: invite to view webcam 

Tom: what do you think that means?

Cat: I guess for you to look at my cam, but have I got one?

Tom: yes, invite me Cat, thanks. OMG Cat that's incredible, don't cover up

Cat: But I have nothing on

Tom: even more reason, Cat you are beautiful. Let the duvet go

Cat: Oh, Tom

Tom: Please Cat show me

Cat: Tom this is so wrong, what are you doing?

Tom: taking my tee off, I want you to see me

Cat: You are lovely Tom

Tom: Thanks

Cat: you have a nice tan and a lovely chest.

Tom: and from what I have seen so do you Cat. Come on let go of it

Cat: this is carzy

Tom: it's not, it's wonderful. Be truthful Cat you like this don't you?

Cat:

Tom: Don't you?

Cat: don't make me say it Tom

Tom: But you are ok with this aren't you?

Cat: I don't know

Tom: do you want to stop?

Cat: No. What are you doing? You have gone

Tom: I'll be back

Cat: Tom what are you doing, ah that's better, you're back

Tom: yes Cat, but I have done what I want you to do

Cat: what do you mean?

Tom: I asked you to show me you, to drop the duvet, to let me see your body, didn't I?

Cat: yes Tom you did.

Tom: so Cat that's what I have done

Cat: What

Tom: this, let me pan the cam down

Cat: Oh my god Tom

Tom: Ok?

Cat: I don't know

Tom: what do you mean, aren't I attractive

Cat: it's not that

Tom: what is it?

Cat I didn't realise you were naked

Tom: does that upset you?

Cat: no Tom you are beautiful

Tom: did I shock you?

Cat: more surprise Tom

Tom: did my erection shock you

Cat: yes

Tom: and?

Cat: what do you mean and?

Tom: did it do anything else?

Cat: yes

Tom: what

Cat: I don't know

Tom: I think you do Cat, don't you?

Cat: Yes

Tom: so what is it? Did it excite you Cat?

Cat: yes

Tom: my erection excited you?

Cat: Yes

Tom: do you like it Cat? Do you like your son's cock?

Cat: Yes, yes I do

Tom: is it big enough for you Cat?

Cat: yes

Tom: is it bigger than Richard's

Cat: yes it is thicker

Tom: let go of the duvet Cat, let me see you.

Cat: ok

Tom: you are beautiful, your body is amazing and your breasts are incredible

Cat: thank you Tom

Tom: I so want you Cat, do you want me?

Cat: yes

Tom: am I attractive for you?

Cat: you are lovely Tom, you are the most beautiful man I have ever looked at, you are my son, my beautiful boy

Tom: do you like my cock Cat, do you want it?

Cat: Oh Tom I shouldn't say this, but yes, yes I do.

Tom: where do you want it Cat?

Cat: anywhere

Tom: tell me Cat, where do you want this

Cat: that's lovely seeing you do that Tom

Tom: what rubbing it Cat?

Cat: yes

Tom: so where Cat

Cat: in me Tom, up me

Tom: up where Cat?

Cat: up my pussy Tom, I want it up there

Tom: not pussy Cat, that's too vanilla

Cat: what then?

Tom: be more basic, tell me, talk dirty Cat, you must have done that before, haven't you?

Cat: Yes I have Tom

Tom: Then do it now for me

Cat: It's not that easy

Tom: Yes it is Cat, it is easy. Just say what you want. Tell me Cat

Cat: I want it up me Tom

Tom: Up where, say it Cat, tell me

Cat: I want it up my cunt Tom

Tom: Oh my god yes Cat. That's where I want to be. What do you want up your cunt Cat?

Cat: Your cock Tom, I want your cock up me

Tom: show me 

Cat: What?

Tom: Show me where you want it Cat

Cat: I can't

Tom: You can

Cat: No

Tom: Yes. Yes Cat you can show me

Cat: I can't Tom I am embarrassed

Tom: Then don't be, just show me

Cat: show what

Tom: Your cunt Cat, I want to see your cunt. I want to fuck it

Cat: How

Tom: lie back, drop the duvet and open your legs, show it to me

Cat: Oh god I should not do this

Tom: But Cat you want to, Rub it Cat

Cat: What?

Tom: Your cunt Cat, rub your cunt

Cat: Like this

Tom: Yes exactly like that

Cat: Oh Tom rub yourself

Tom: Do you like watching me Cat

Cat: Yes

Tom: Do you like my cock Cat

Cat: Yes

Tom: Do you want it Cat?

Cat: Yes

Tom: What do you want Cat?

Cat: I want to be fucked Tom

Tom: By whom Cat

Cat: by you, I want you to fuck me, I want you to make me cum

Tom: That is so good, you are making me cum

Cat: Then cum Tom

Tom: And you?

Cat: I am so near too

Tom: I want to see you cum Cat, cum for me. God that's incredible to see you finger fucking yourself. Do it harder, deeper. Is that good

Cat: It's amazing

Tom: then cum for me Cat, and you Cat, are you near? Open your legs and raise your knees

Cat: like this?

Tom: yes, just like that, now take your hand away for a moment. Oh god Cat you have a beautiful cunt. Are you near, my darling?

Cat: yes, yes very near

Tom: I am cumming Cat

Cat: yes, so am I

Tom: watch me cum Cat, you look incredible, is it good?

Cat: Yes it is fantastic

Tom: you look fabulous

Cat: so do you Tom. Oh my God Tom you are cumming, that's amazing

Tom: have you cum darling?

Cat: yes and you did so much Tom

Tom: that was amazing my love, you are amazing

Cat: and so are you, it's all over your chest

Tom: some even hit my chin

Cat: lol

Tom: you enjoyed it Cat?

Cat: Yes, thank you. There is so much Tom

Tom: That's you Cat, you made me cum so much

Cat: did I Tom, did I really?

Tom: Yes you did Cat, let me ask a question

Cat: Yes of course, what is it?

Tom: Will you come to Boston Cat. So that I can really fuck you?

Cat: yes my darling, yes, yes I will.



Incestuous Escape



"Did you see that, Vitale? Right out in the open. Sodomites. We must—"

"Nyet, stay your hand, Egor. That pair has right of passage. And good riddance if the tsarist is leaving Mother Russia."

The Russian military guard spat on the railroad station platform as he held his fellow soldier back. They had seen a tall, elegantly dressed gentleman—obviously someone of note—pull a young man into his side and the two exchange a tight hug and a kiss. The two had paused on the platform as they followed a cart overburdened with luggage down the side of the train shortly leaving from Moscow, bound for Paris.

The two men who had shared the intimate moment moved as in a circle of protection, oblivious to and floating above the world they had been tossed into. All around them was chaos, as refugees, many of them obviously Jewish, fought for a place on the train taking them away from the dangers in 1920 of the communist takeover in Russia and the subsequent increase of purges of undesirable elements. A few of the others struggling for space on the train were, like the taboo pair the military guards had focused on, remnant members of the nobility whose tsarist world had crashed about their heads.

"But didn't you see them? The older man was—"

"The older man is Count Slava Fedorov, the composer," Vitale said. "I was told he would be on the train—in fact, we are here because he is on the train. I am surprised he has not been taken down before now for this behavior in addition to being of the tsarist class. This is, of course, outrageous not only because he is a known and flamboyant sodomite whose acts have been overlooked even under the current government or even that he is from a subversive imperial family. It is an outrage because it shows that the revolution isn't complete. I was told specifically that he has the protection of a comrade far up in the leadership."

"You don't suppose that this comrade also—?"

"I will consider that I have not heard you make such a suggestion, Egor."

Egor immediately was flustered and deeply concerned. "I didn't mean, comrade, that—"

Vitali laughed, though, and thumped the other soldier on the back. "I was just joking, Egor. The comrade probably just likes the music Fedorov composes."

Egor gave him a sharp look to see if Vitali's laugh matched the look in his eye, which he decided it did. A man could not be too careful these days. One missed step and it could be the firing squad. And Egor already was becoming nonplused around Vitali. The two had worked together for some time and, it seemed, almost could read each other's thoughts. This was dangerous in a world in which one could get shot just for thinking the wrong thoughts for that particular day's dogma.

Egor definitely didn't want Vitali to know some of the his thoughts.

To show that there was no danger, Vitali continued, damning himself too if their discussion was to be overheard. "The truth is, Egor, as was whispered to me, Count Fedorov and the high-and-mighty Commissar Zhulin—at least for this week—are lovers. The commissar can protect him for now, but the officer who told me that assured me that Comrade Lenin isn't finished with his purges of the military yet. He may need Zhulin now, but when he no longer needs him, he has a reason to chop him down—and then all tsarist sodomites like Fedorov will go down with him."

"You said we were to ride the train to the German border to watch a passenger. Is it Fedorov?" Egor was uncomfortable with this line of discussion and thus wanted to change it.

"Yes, it is. He is to be permitted to leave Russia. From a look at the amount of luggage he's taking, it seems he is leaving Russia for good—which is a good thing," Vitali added, spitting once more on the platform to add emphasis to his view that all homosexuals and Jews could cross the border today for good as far as he was concerned. "But it's true that we are to ride with him to the border. And it should be an easy ride for us. He will hardly try to escape the train and us with all that luggage to drag along."

"Are we to see that he doesn't make it to the border alive?" Egor asked, a note of hope in his voice.

"No. We are looking for him to be joined by his sister, Anya Fedorova. She is one of the leading tsarist subversives still at large. We hope that they will meet up and we can arrest her before she gets across the border. Then we just shove the sodomite across the border and Mother Russia will be all the cleaner for it."

"Anya Fedorova? Isn't she that decadent countess who had sons by both her father and her brother? But certainly not this brother, Slava. He fucks young men, I've heard. I've heard that families lock away their sons when he is nearby instead of the Russian way of locking away daughters from tsarist male visitors."

"Yes, that's her. The Fedorovs' shit doesn't stink like everyone else's apparently. They breed only with each other to keep their family pure Fedorov. It is said that the family patriarch's motto is 'The only one worthy of a Fedorov is another Fedorov.'"

"Perhaps they would all like the revolution to allow them all to share the same mausoleum, and then they could sleep in each others' into eternity," Egor said. Both men laughed.

Vitali continued. "The latest family by-blow from the womb of Anya is said to by either another brother, Dimitri, who the revolution has already put under the ground, or by her own son from her father. She has never been married, but she has known the males of her family from more than twenty years, with sons by her father, and just last year by Dimitri—and a daughter by an uncle. This is just the arrogance and decadence that the revolution came to save Russia from."

"We best be boarding the train ourselves now, but look lively that the count and his catamite actually board. I have the number of his compartment. and we have positions at each end of their car to ensure they never leave our sight."

"Won't the count know we are there?"

"Yes, he will know we are there—and that we are there to watch over him. We want these decadent tsarists to know that Mother Russia sees all."

"But that we can't stop his decadent acts in the open?"

"He will soon get that message."

Neither of them wanted to say more on that—that they anticipated that the count's protector would soon be brought down himself and even that there were agents of the revolution who could touch the count even in Paris when was time to make an example out of him.

Boarding the train, the younger man of the pair the two soldiers were discussing turned to his older companion and whispered, "There are two soldiers watching us closely, Mother. I thought they were going to arrest us."

"Shush, Gregor. No one must hear you call me mother until we reach Paris. I am Count Slava Fedorov. You must remember that, and you must play your role as well. You are my young secretary and lover."

"But being a man's lover is against the new regime's laws, punishable by death. Won't we—?"

"No, as long as I am Count Fedorov, we are protected. Slava is protected by Commissar Zhulin. What they are to each other will be tolerated for as long as we need to get to the German border. In fact, we need to play up these soldiers' expectations of us so they don't get suspicious."

"You mean that—?"

"Yes, my son, as long as they can't tell my real sex, you can fuck me all the way to Berlin once we get settled in our compartment."

"But just as I should refrain from calling you mother, 'Count Slava,' you must refrain from calling me son, right, sire?"

"Right," the "count" answered, with a grin. Anya's son, Gregor, by her father was also grinning when the "count" pulled him up onto the steps of the entrance into the first-class train car, and, holding him close, gave him a deep kiss on the lips. Anya's eyes looked beyond her son's face to ensure that the two military guards she knew would be closely watching them had seen that she and Gregor were playing the role of older sodomite and young catamite to the hilt.

* * * *

"Why is the train slowing down? I think it's stopping."

"Don't panic, Gregor. We are coming into Minsk. They will do a papers search here."

"Our papers . . ."

". . . are in order. I am Slava and you are Ivan Brodsky, my personal secretary. I have the papers in a leather envelope on the other side of the compartment door."

"I don't understand. Why—?"

"Our papers are in order for who the authorities think we are. But we may not pass close scrutiny ourselves. I am like Slava but a close look will show that I am female. And you—you have as many of the Fedorov characteristics as I or Slava have. You could be seen as a Fedorov rather than someone named Brodsky. No we must be doing something they will not interrupt for a close check when the authorities come through."

"But what?"

"We will pull the curtains to the corridor a bit closed but not enough so that we can't be observed. And when the inspectors go through, I will be sucking your cock. It's what they expect. It's what they've been told not to interrupt."

"Sucking my cock?"

"It's what you want anyway, isn't it? What you've been dying for since we pulled out of Moscow Station. At the Polish border there will be another check. We'll be doing more then."

Gregor looked at his mother, who was grinning at him, and the tension drained out of him. She always was in control, always had an answer. She'd always been one step ahead of him in life. That's why she'd had her way with him. She hadn't even consulted with him about having his child—either of them. Not the one in Paris who many thought Uncle Dimitri sired and not the one now inside her. She was using them to hold him to her. His love for her—and, yes, his lust for her—was something she didn't trust enough. They both existed, however. If they didn't, he'd be done with her now.

He had not approved of her imperialist subversive activities. The time of the tsar was past. He would not have chosen the new reality of Vladimir Lenin and his thugs, either, but there was a time of the Republic. And Anya had helped bring the Republic down as well. It was a return of the tsars or nothing for her.

They had argued and he had threatened to turn her in if she wouldn't allow the Republic to have a chance to breathe. To negate that, she had conceived his son and sent the baby to Paris. Gregor didn't know where his son was. Anya had controlled him at that time by holding his son from him. And now, she had done it again. He could not turn her over, even though her activities were going to get the whole Fedorov family wiped out. She was carrying another one of his children now. She was superbly good at controlling him.

She also was superbly good at sucking a man's cock, as he was reminded yet again, when, during the papers' inspection at Minsk, the "count" knelt between the knees of his male secretary and catamite, unbuttoned the young man's trousers, and, as the inspectors were approaching, took the young man's hard cock—hard because, despite everything, Gregor was lost to the sexuality of his mother—in her mouth, and was giving him deep-throated head.

As instructed, Gregor kept his head back in the front corner of the compartment bench, in the shadows, where it could not be seen in the gaps of the curtains covering the windows and door to the corridor. And, of course, Anya's face, pressed into Gregor's crotch, was obscured from the vision of those in the corridor as well.

Gregor was mostly lost in the working of his cock and on Anya's rolling, squeezing, and distending of his balls with a gloved hand, and Anya seemed to be enjoying what she was doing—and how Gregor's body was reacting to it as well. But both also had their ears half tuned to the corridor and their minds half focused on stilling the beat of their hearts against the danger they were in. Counterrevolutionaries like Anya Fedorova were known to be just taken of the train when caught as they could be apprehended now, summarily executed against the side of the train, and left to sink under the train and onto the tracks to be run over by hundreds of wheels when the train continued its journey.

Gregor could see out of the corner of his eye that the one military guard who was traveling with them—the more subservient one, Egor—was watching Anya suck his cock. If anything, the shock shown in his face seemed mixed with something else—something that indicated that the condemnation of sodomy that flowed out between his lips didn't fully represent his level of interest in the practice.

But it was the other soldier, the dominant one, Vitali, who gave the fugitives relief in Minsk. He had gone down the corridor, the false papers of Anya and Gregor in his hand, and was telling the authorities that Count Fedorov had special transit authority, given by Commissar Zhulin, whose mere name made soldiers and regime functionaries across Russia come to attention and provide accommodation through both respect and fear.

The ploy worked, as the inspectors passed over the compartment, and soon the train was leaving Minsk for the Russian-Polish border. They would have to transit Poland to get to Germany and thus to Paris, in France, but Russia occupied Poland, so Anya and Gregor would not be safe until they cleared Poland's border with Germany and they were on their way to Berlin. This train would travel all the way to Paris, but it would take several days to reach that destination, and the pair would be in danger for more than half the distance of the trip.

Even as the train was pulling out of Minsk Station, Anya continued to suck her son's cock, with both mother and son lost to the magic she could work with a man's shaft—sucking on the bulb; flicking her tongue at the piss slit; gently biting down the length of the hard, throbbing shaft; sucking on his balls; probing his ass channel with her fingers; and rubbing on his prostate to encourage him to ejaculate in her throat. Gregor's moans and groans were not manufactured for the needs of the ruse.

Vitali turned his eyes from the gap in the curtain and gave Egor a searching look. Then he squared his shoulders, gave a snort of disgust and derision as the train resumed its motion, and quickly walked away, down the corridor. Egor watched for several more minutes before, seemingly reluctantly, moving to the opposite end of the corridor.

"Was one of them there, watching, for some time?" Anya whispered as she sat back on her haunches, still stroking Gregor's cock with a hand after he'd come.

"Yes. They both watched, but one continued doing so. Not the one in charge—the other one," Gregor whispered back. "I saw lust in his eyes."

"We may have to use that before the trip is over," Anya said. "He probably fancies you and cannot admit it. One person can desire another without restrictions—neither gender nor familial relationship are natural barriers to one's natural desires. We may have to use that. If you need to lie with him or suck or be sucked, are you prepared for that? I could give him a suck of his cock, but it would be dangerous—and impossible to give him more without giving us away."

"Yes, Mother, if I needed to do that, of course I would."

Always planning, this scheming and controlling mother of his, Gregor thought. But, even though he understood her manipulating ways, he also knew he was as lost to her sexual charms as was his grandfather and his uncle. He also had a love for her that transcended the physical and did not hinge on her being his mother.

It was only his nominal father who had been immune to her—the man Anya had publicly identified as Gregor's sire realized that the patriarch of the family, his grandfather Fedorov, was his biological father. But his nominal father, who preferred men and had made advances even to him, Gregor, had somehow been exposed to the new regime as a sodomite—and not a protected one as Slava Fedorov was—and had been taken away and shot. Gregor would not have put it past his mother to have secretly denounced the man to keep Gregor for herself.

Yes, he would give the guard whatever was necessary to protect his mother, his lover, the mother of his son and child to be. The woman he loved beyond all others.

He was lost to her and her sexual charms.

* * * *

At the Russian-Polish border, the inspectors were more insistent about the papers, but Vitali, scared now that he and Egor were in danger of being caught in a vice, once again held the inspectors at the far end of the corridor. He did so this time by telling them that both the count and his secretary were in a delirium with a fever that the train's doctor was treating them but thought the mysterious malady might be highly contagious. The inspectors decided not to contend the point—or to enter the count's compartment.

What had Vitali in such a difficult circumstance, though, was the undeniability of what the "count" and his young secretary were doing at the moment. For what they were doing—what Vitali and Egor were letting them do within view of the inspectors if they went to the compartment—was enough to have them and those letting them do it shot against the side of the train, Commissar Zhulin or no Commissar Zhulin.

Showing same-gender affection in public was one thing. One man fucking another man in public was beyond the pale.

That didn't prevent Vitali and Egor coming back to the compartment to peek through the gaps in the curtains after the inspectors had left the first-class carriage.

Anya, as the count, was stretched, belly down on the bench's pillows, along the bench of the compartment. Her left leg was bent slightly, with her knee raising her exposed buttocks just enough to show that her anal canal was stuffed with Gregor's thick cock. But her trousers were pulled down just in back and just below the buttocks. Hidden from view was her cunt and the expectation of being able to see balls or a cock. Her right leg was dropped toward the front of the bench, with the ball of her booted foot pressed into the floor of the carriage to give her leverage to provide countermotion of her hips to meet Gregor's thrusts.

Gregor was crouched over her back, his right leg also extended to the floor and using the ball of his own booted foot as leverage for his deep thrusts. His hands ran up under her frilled white shirt, and he was squeezing her breasts as he fucked her in the ass and was thumbing her full nipples. Of course the guards weren't able to see that they were a woman's breasts, plump and firm from her pregnancy.

Although they were purposely posed for effect—and for continued concealment of Anya's gender—both Gregor and his mother were lost in the fuck. Anya was groaning at the working of her son's thick cock inside her, enjoying his seeding deep inside her that served no purpose other than pleasure because he was fucking her in the ass and had already impregnated her for a second time. Her only need for purposeful control of her responses was to keep her gender hidden and to keep her groans in a low, throaty register to seem male.

For his part, Gregor, as always with his mother, was completely lost to her ability to use her channel muscles—the muscles of either channel—to send him to highest heaven and to forget that he was her son—to think only that he was a lover from whom the ultimate courtesan was draining every drop of his cum.

Once the train commenced clattering through Poland, Gregor ejaculated and the two parted and sank into opposite corners of the bench seat, panting and smiling at each other.

"Were either of the guards watching?" Gregor asked. This time it was Anya who could spy the partially curtained windows from the shadows of her vantage point.

"Both of them continued to watch this time."

"With a look of disgust?"

"With a look of something else. Neither one is there now, though."





Incestuous Glamour Photography



How my son got me to pose naked as he photographed me.

*

I remembered it so well. It was as clear as if it was just yesterday. Each moment, every move and gesture even the words we used flooded into my mind.

"Undo the buttons on the cardigan Cat."

I did and he took several shots as I moved around showing increasing amounts of my breasts.

"Take it off now."

I did. More clicks as he took photos of me removing the dark blue, cashmere cardigan.

"Turn round."

Click, click, click was all I heard as I turned my back to the camera.

"Bend forward, let me get that bum."

I was wearing a black, pencil skirt that ended just above my knee. It was very tight indeed round my hips and buttocks.

"Further, bend more hold your ankle, look round to me."

I leaned forward my champagne blonde, shoulder length hair tumbling over my face. My bum, which some say is my best feature was being digitally immortalised.

"Ok Cat, now the bra."

I straightened up and turned to look at him. Fixing my gaze on the camera lens I removed the black lace, see-through acutely cut bra very slowly knowing he would photograph every movement. My coral pink, medium sized nipples were, naturally, erect and as hard as acorns

"Fuck me that looks so good" he said as I stood there in the tiny, net shorts, which formed a slim band of black round my hips and the black, lacy top holdups.

"Lie on the floor" he said indicating the cream, thick pile carpet of his bedroom.

I lay on my back.

"Spread your arms." I did. "No wider, like as if you are being crucified. I want to see all of your tits."

He took several shots in gradually greater close up of my breasts. He knelt beside me his knee almost touching my hip. I was extremely worked up and could see the bulge in his jeans that indicated that he felt the same. I wanted to reach out and touch him, but it was too soon for that.

"God your tits look great."

I smiled. "Maybe that's because they are great."

"Mmmmm probably the reason" he said rubbing the end of the lens across my nipple.

"Lie on your front, spread your legs, raise yourself up, kneel" he ordered taking shot after shot as I moved around. "Ok on your back again. Now hold your tits and push them together. Imagine my cock is between them as it will be very shortly."

*

I do have quite large tits. 'An ample handful' as my husband describes them or 'D going on DD' as the seamstress at Janet Reger advised me as I had them measured when I was buying some hugely expensive bras.

My breasts looked even larger in the photo. I was lying on my back on the floor wearing just a pair of black net shorts and black, lacy top holdups. My hands were holding my bare breasts pushing them together and pinching the nipples at the same time. My eyes were half-closed, my mouth was slightly open and I looked as if I was about to cum. Remembering the shot I recalled that indeed I was about to cum and did so very shortly after.

I could hardly believe what I was seeing. I had no comprehension how it had got there. I couldn't work out why this photo of me was on my son's memory stick. I had booted up the PC that I shared with the kids and clicked on a folder believing it to be the last I had used. Wrong. It was the last my eighteen year old son had been looking at. And there was me in nearly all my glory!

I clicked a few more times, then more and more quickly as my panic increased. He had loads of photos of me. It could well be that he had my entire collection.

There were some where I was fully clothed, loads where I was undressing, even more of me in underwear. Many were of me naked, there were numerous shots with me holding my breasts and some where I was masturbating. There were shots of me with my fingers on my clit and inside me and shots of me cumming. There was even shots of me sunbathing in the garden and swimming in our pool. I didn't remember those and assumed that Peter had taken them without me knowing. He was, like his father quite interested in photography.

My husband Richard and I used photography as part of our sex life. After twenty years of marriage one's desire for the other often reduces. In my case it wasn't a reduction in desire for sex, I wanted that as much as I always had, it was deterioration in my sexual fancying of my husband. He's a lawyer and very conservative. He rarely tries anything new in life in general and sex in particular. In addition he works murderous hours when in London, rarely getting home before nine and he travels a lot, at least seven nights away every month, usually in New York.

I had contemplated an affair numerous times. I had also thought of trying to find a toy boy. I didn't want to part from Richard and mess up my son and daughter, but I needed more than the cursory one or two fucks a month in our marital bed that he now provided.

To an extent, his suggestion of him photographing me overcame, well at least temporarily, the problem. After being very reluctant when he first promoted the idea three or so years ago, I quickly got used to it and began to enjoy it. It played to a latent exhibitionist tendency in me and it got both of us very worked up; the camera became my lover, the lens my own personal cock. We rarely finished a session without writhing around on the floor fucking each other's brains out. It certainly helped our sex life, well for a while.

The portfolio we had built up over the years also became a valuable aid to masturbation, certainly for me and so he explained for him when he was overseas in his hotel rooms.

But now my eighteen year old son had all the photos.

'Fuck' I thought what can I do now?'

*

Peter was waiting to go to university. As was the fashion with many young people he was taking a gap year. He'd travelled throughout India and South East Asia and had been at home for a couple of months before leaving for Peru, Chile, Argentina and Brazil in the next few days.

Richard was, as fucking usual, in New York and my daughter was at a friend's parent's house in Southern Spain for a couple of weeks. I knew Peter would be home soon and I felt terrible. 

'What the fuck should I do?'

Should I ignore it? Should I confront him now or later, tell Richard, maybe phone him right now and ask his advice? Maybe it was best to ignore it, but how could I?

How had he got them? Well he is amazing with IT so I guess it wouldn't be that difficult and neither Richard nor I are that IT literate other than with Word and Excel. The key questions were: Why did he have them and what did he do with them?

Maybe he sells them I thought smiling as I visualised the headline 'Public schoolboy sells porn pics of his mum.'

As I was increasingly doing when I felt under pressure or the loneliness of a long distance traveller of a husband got to me, I poured a drink; vodka and tap water with a squeeze of lemon. I felt so nervous. I wasn't sure that I had the guts and fortitude to do anything. On the other hand I knew that I had to.

Peter was very much a man's man. Good at most sports he was just over six feet tall with a lean, muscular body. His longish blonde hair, blue eyes and angular featured face, even if I say it myself, made him very good looking. He also had a strong personality, being fairly outgoing with a fair amount of charisma; well that at least is what the 'girls' at the tennis and golf club told me.

When I had my fantasies, usually in bed alone when Richard was away, of having sex with a toy boy, it was usually my son's face and body that came into my mind first. When that first started a couple of years ago I thought nothing of it. However, when I masturbated thinking of being fucked by a young guy, I had to work hard to push Peter from my mind. I didn't always succeed.

Like many mothers I had feelings about my son that I knew were wrong and would never happen, but I couldn't stop them and they wouldn't simply go away. Maybe it's completely normal to imagine having sex with your son, I often wondered.

I had to confront him I concluded as I finished the first vodka and poured another. But how? What can you say? I couldn't reprimand him for having them for, from his perspective they shouldn't exist. It was Richard and I who were really in the wrong. If there were no photos then Peter would be in the clear.

I flicked through the photos. God there was so many. They brought back such memories. And even with the prospect of having to talk to my son about such a difficult situation I found myself becoming turned on as I looked at myself. That also worried me. That I could look at photos of myself a forty something year old woman in various stages of undress and become aroused, is weird, isn't it? But that is what happened as I looked at my bare breasts, my bum in slithers of black lace, my landing strip of pubic hairs, my hands on my 'quite big tits,' wearing the variety of underwear that I bought specially for those sessions and at my fingers between my legs. I felt so wanton, but also immoral for it was wrong wasn't it? Mothers and women my age shouldn't behave like that should they?

I won't say anything I was thinking. I'll just ignore it, let sleeping dogs lie. I'll tell Richard and see what he says. I knew, though, that he would confront Peter and have it out with him. How he would do that I had no idea, but I knew he would. I equally knew that I couldn't let that happen. That was unthinkable, it was impossible and it would be disastrous for the shots of me in those tiny, black lace boyshorts and lacy top holdups had not been taken by Richard.

*

Shit there he is, I thought hearing the buzz as he opened the electronic gates to the driveway. I was in the family room on the front of the big, horrible six-bedroom Victorian pile Richard had inherited from his grandparents. I hated it. There was only one room that I liked and that was the conservatory I'd had put on the back. It looked out over the grounds down to the pond. It was where I worked doing my part time editing for the publishing firm my family once owned, writing erotic stories for Literotica and reading and composing emails with people who sent feedback to my Lit submissions. It was also where I most frequently masturbated lying back in the green leather, office chair or flat out on the Chesterfield.

Peter got out of the Mini we had bought him for gaining great A level results. I looked at him, my heart almost missing a beat at how good he looked and at what I had to do. I won't be able to, I told myself. You have to another part of me insisted. 

I heard his key in the lock and he walked in. He was wearing blue jeans and a white Abercrombie polo shirt, which was not tucked in. Both were fashionably tight.

"Hello mum."

"Hi darling, how are you?"

"Good, what's for dinner, it's just you and me isn't it?"

"I haven't decided yet" I replied, dinner being the furthest thing from my mind. "Yes it's just us."

"Good."

"Why good?"

"Because I like it when we're on our own and we can chat" he replied looking deep into my eyes, something I had noticed he did more frequently recently.

"Would you like a glass of wine?" I asked him

"Yes please"

"Go into the conservatory, I'll bring it through."

*

"Oh sorry mum" he'd said a few months ago, when he walked out of his room to go to the airing cupboard to get a towel. He was naked.

"Oh yes, oh yes" I heard from his room a few weeks later. That was followed by a deep groan. He's masturbating I realised smiling. I had no idea then what he was masturbating over. Now I had my suspicions.

It was the start of summer and Peter had just finished his exams. I heard, or thought I did, the click of the camera on his phone. I was lying on my front on a sunbed by the pool. I was wearing a bikini and I'd undone the bra. "Is that you Peter?" I called out lifting up a bit, holding the bra against me and turning.

"Yes, home earlier than I expected" he explained.

I sat up holding the bikini top against my boobs. He was staring at me and sat down on a chair by the table. I couldn't put the bra on without exposing my boobs so I just sat there hoping he would go away. He didn't. After a few minutes I got up still holding the white bra against my breasts and went inside. Once in the kitchen I quickly put the bra on. He followed me in.

"Sorry if I disturbed your little topless sunbathing" he said pointedly staring at my breasts. That gave me a rush of embarrassment tinged with arousal and I may have blushed.

Just a few days later I was sitting at the breakfast table in my dressing gown leaning forward reading The Guardian. I hadn't heard Peter come downstairs until he coughed. I looked up at him smiled and said. "Good morning Peter."

"Hi mum," he replied staring at the neck of my dressing gown.

I looked down and of course it had gaped and my left boob was uncovered almost to my nipple. We stared at each other for a moment or two until I adjusted it.

It was only a few weeks later when I came home early from tennis. I let myself in and walked to the conservatory where the PC was that I shared with Peter and my daughter. He hadn't heard me and I saw from where I approached him side on that he was staring intently at the screen. As I got nearer he heard me and quickly clicked the mouse changing from whatever he had been looking at.

"Hi mum, you ok" he asked sounding nervous.

"Yes darling having fun?" I asked for some reason looking at his waist. 

He was wearing shorts and he had a very obvious erection. I gulped and walked out into the kitchen.

Now, as I left that kitchen with his glass of wine and my vodka I wondered if he had been looking then at what I had left open on the PC now?

*

I had decided what to do. I had to broach it. I didn't dare get Richard involved so it was all down to me.

I went and stood by the desk with the PC. I was wearing white, pedal-pushers that were cropped just beneath my knee and a black, lowish cut, short sleeved silky top. It wasn't very tight but did show the outline of my breasts quite clearly. Peter was sitting on the green leather Chesterfield facing me. He was looking at me.

Plucking up all my courage I said, very tentatively. "Peter we have to talk."

"Sure, what about?"

"This" I said clicking the mouse so a photo of me in a white bra and panties with my hands behind my head came up on the screen.

"Oh shit" he said. "Have you er.......?"

"Yes I have looked through the whole file."

"Bugger it."

"Why have you got them?" I rather inanely asked.

"I just have."

"How did you get them?"

"I was checking some other photos and the PC referred to another set of photo folders. I clicked on it and there you were."

"Oh God. What have you done with them?"

"What do you mean?" Peter asked.

"Just that."

"I don't understand" he said quietly keeping his face down and not meeting my eyes.

"Have you shown them to anyone?" I asked nervously as I sipped my vodka.

"No of course not, why would I?"

"I don't know. I don't know why you copied them do I?"

"Well I could ask you the same couldn't I mum?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well why have you got them?"

"Never mind."

"And I could ask who took them?"

"Your father."

"All of them?"

"Look Peter, this is not for you to interrogate me you know."

Like me, my son has a sharpish wit and a quickish, but not violent temper. He hit back.

"But you can me."

"Yes you have something that belongs to me. In fact in a way you have stolen it, haven't you?"

He looked a little deflated and tried to cover that by finishing his wine. "May I have another?"

"Of course" I said finishing my second vodka.

"I'll get it" he said getting up as I leaned forward to take his glass.

"It's ok I'll do it" I replied as we paused in those positions for a moment or two. Naturally my top gaped and I knew that most of my breasts and bra would be on show to him. Our gazes caught as he dragged his away from the gaping sweater.

"Sorry"

"What?"

"I was staring"

"Yes I know." Feeling a little more relaxed and slightly more in control now that the subject had been broached I smiled and added. "But then you have seen it all before haven't you?"

He smiled back as we walked to the kitchen together. "You mean the photographs?"

"Yes of course, what else?"

"Nothing and yes I guess I have."

We got to the kitchen. I took the wine and vodka from the fridge and filled his glass and poured a healthy measure into mine that I topped up with water. We stood close together alongside a work surface.

"So do I get an answer Peter?" I asked my head swimming a little from the alcohol and lack of food for I hadn't been able to eat lunch after finding the photos.

"To what?" He replied quite coolly.

"Why you have them and what have you done with them?"

"Look I didn't go looking for them, there were just there so I copied them and I have done nothing with them."

"Nothing, so why keep them?"

"Mum it's awful."

"What do you mean?"*

"It's complicated and awkward."

"Well nobody said having personal and intimate photos of your mother would be easy."

"No of course not, but you won't understand."

"Darling I am just about the most understanding mum in the world. Try me."

He sipped his wine as quite clearly he contemplated what to say. He looked up and our eyes locked, but he couldn't hold my gaze.

"I just like looking at them."

"But they're of me, don't you look at photos of younger girls?"

"Sometimes yes. We all do. Most blokes look at porn now and then."

"So are my pictures porn?"

"No. No not at all" he said quickly. "They are gorgeous. They are erotic art. I love them."

"How often do you look at them?"

"Most days. I have some on my phone too."

"Jesus Christ Peter, this gets worse."

"No it doesn't, not a bit."

"What then."

"I love your photos, you are so beautiful and you have a great body. Now does that tell you what you want to know?"

I didn't know what he meant. "No it doesn't, I don't understand."

"How" the hell can I say this?" He asked, almost to himself.

"They excite me, now does that tell you?"

"Photos of your mother excite you?"

"Yes."

"Oh my god."

"Don't be annoyed mum" he said putting his hand on mine, which was resting on the work surface.

"Peter, I am not annoyed, just confused."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be it's not your fault. How long have you had them?"

"About a year or so."

"But some are newer than that."

"Yes I know. You can find out when they were taken and......." He paused before adding. "What camera was used."

"Really?" I said realising that he would know some were taken by a camera other than Richard's.

"Some of the more recent ones were taken by a different camera."

"Were they, I didn't know?" I said lightly, now feeling guilty.

"Yes and actually they are raunchier."

"Oh" I blurted out not enjoying the way the conversation was going, but adding ridiculously. "Do you like those more?"

"Mum I like all of them, every single one" he whispered squeezing my hand.

"Oh Peter."

"Yes, because they are of you" he whispered back. "Do you like being photographed?" He suddenly asked.

Before thinking I blurted out. "Yes."

"And you get aroused don't you?" He asked.

'How the hell can I be having a discussion like this with my son' I asked myself realising that I was becoming aroused right now.

"Peter you shouldn't ask such things of me."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm your mother."

"You're also a woman, mum. A beautiful and sexy woman" he responded quickly.

"Peter no. Stop don't go there."

"Go where?" He asked gripping my hand and moving forward so we were closer to each other.

"Asking about being aroused."

"I know, but I want to know. You did get aroused didn't you?"

"Yes Peter I did. Of course I did."




Incestuous Glamour Photography



"And is that why you and he took them?"

"Yes, I suppose it is."

"And so do I. I get aroused too."

"At your mother?" I said sounding incredulous, but feeling elated.

"Yes mum, I get aroused looking at you."

"At me or my photos."

He moved even closer, gripping my hand more firmly and said quietly as he stared into my eyes.

"Both. At you and your photos."

"Are you now?" I rather limply asked.

"Yes mum, very much so."

"I'm sorry Peter."

We were silent for a moment or two.

"Cat" he said quietly still holding my hand. "Let me take some of you?"

"Some what?" I asked knowing full well that he meant photos.

"Some shots."

"No don't be silly" I replied feeling a touch of arousal at the idea.

"Why not? You say you like posing and being photographed."

"That's different."

"How is it and why?"

I was feeling flustered and hugely embarrassed at what he was suggesting.

"It just is, those photos are different."

"What, different to me taking some?"

"Yes."

"Because of what you were wearing or..............." he said pausing and looking into my eyes before adding with a slight smile. "What you weren't wearing?"

Despite the gravity of the situation I couldn't help smiling and rather confused I replied.

"Yes, er no. No just different."

"Well let's take some photos and not be different."

"What do you mean?"

He moved a little closer and rubbed my wrist with his fingers as he said quietly.

"If we don't take different photos then we would take similar ones wouldn't we?"

I thought for a moment and then realised what he meant.

"You mean with me undressed."

"Yes then they wouldn't be different."

"Peter, don't be silly" I replied pulling my hand away. "Let's go back to my room."

Glasses in our hands we went into the conservatory.

"Let me get my camera?"

"No, it's ridiculous."

"Mum it isn't ridiculous. I like taking photos, you like being photographed, we have the opportunity, we're alone and I have the means with my new Canon."

"But I'm your mother Peter, not a young girl or a model."

"Yes a mother you may be, but you are also a stunningly attractive woman who I would love to photograph...................." he paused as he walked to the PC, clicked the mouse, filled the screen with a close up of my naked breasts with erect nipples. "Like this."

I jumped when I saw my photo and as he then flicked through several more saying. "Like this" to shots of me from behind bending over, lying on the floor, kneeling and on a bed. Shots of me in thongs, see through bras, basques, French knickers and a waspie. Photos of me in lingerie, topless and naked.

"Peter stop it."

"Don't you like them?"

"No I don't."

"Really Cat?" He asked holding on the screen a photo of me pinching my nipples. My eyes were half closed and my mouth was slightly open as I projected the look of a woman about to cum. "That is about the most erotic photo I have ever seen. I would love to have taken that shot"

"Well for sure you won't photograph me like that."

"How can I photograph you then?"

"You can't."

He walked over and stood close to me.

"Please mum, let me take some, nothing risqué."

"Why do you want to?"

"Having you pose for me would be the most exciting thing I can imagine. Please."

I was now in a quandary. He had sort of backed me into a corner. 

"Just dressed as you are Cat. You know you will like it."

He walked out and I knew he was getting his camera. 

I felt very warm and I was extremely torn. The idea of being photographed was exciting enough by itself, but the prospect of my son taking them made it even more so. At the same time, though, I knew I had to resist, but I also knew it was what a part of me wanted. There had been this sexual tension between us for some time now and the fact that he had the photographs partially explained that. I worked out that it was around the time he first got them, or when he said he had, that the atmosphere between us had become quite steamy at times.

"Just sit there like that Cat and look over your shoulder at the camera" I heard him say from behind me.

I looked round and as I did he clicked button and shot me.

"Peter stop" I resisted as I saw him turning the lens presumably moving in close. He ignored and shot a few more of me like that. He moved so that he was side on to me, firing away all the time.

"Come on mum, give me something."

"What do you mean?"

"Pose for me, smoulder, love the camera" he went on moving around and taking shots from all angles "As you did when you posed for dad."

That hit home, but despite my extreme reservations I found myself responding. I patted my hair in place and beamed a smile at the camera.

"Mmmm fantastic, you have such a great smile mum. Tip your head back" he went on moving closer to where I was seated on the arm of the settee.

I did as he asked.

"Hurry up Peter" I said not really wanting him to hurry, but felt it prudent to say so.

"Just a few Cat. Would you arch your back a bit please?"

I realised of course that by doing that my breasts would push out and be emphasised. It was then that I should have once and for all stopped him. But I didn't and I did as he asked.

"Oh my god they look fantastic Cat" he said softly clearly focusing on my chest.

That made a little shudder run through me, although I hated myself for being turned on by my son talking about my breasts.

"Stop it" I said probably totally unconvincingly.

"Stand up please mum."

Almost mesmerised now by the heavy sexual atmosphere I obeyed. 

"Turn round."

I did as I said. "Why?"

"I want some of you rear."

"My rear."

"I mean your bum mum, you have a great ass."

"Peter don't" I admonished.

"But you do Cat you have a great ass" he retorted adopting a slight American accent to say ass.

"Thank you" Peter I found myself saying as I turned round with him clicking away as I did. He gave me a series of instructions in quick succession.

"Look over your shoulder at me."

"Turn at the waist. To your right and now your left.Hold that and put your left hand in your hair, ruffle it up a bit.Put your hands as far above you as you can get them.Mmmmmm lovely" he breathed. "Bare skin at last."

I realised that my top would have ridden up a bit and that my back and side would be on view to him and the camera.

"Pull it up further Cat."

"What my top?"

"Yes. As if you are about to take it off."

"Now Peter, don't go too far."

"I only said as if you were going to take it off, not take it off, so don't worry."

"Ok, but this is as far as I am going."

I wrapped my arms around my front and reached down and gripped the hem of my top.

"Lift it up a bit mum."

"Just a little then" I muttered now feeling hugely turned on.

I pulled it up so there were a few inches between the waist of my pedal pushers and the hem of the top.

"Oh yes, more bare flesh" he sighed clicking away. "Just a bit further and arch your back a little."

I lifted it further enjoying the sensation of exposing my back to the camera or, I suddenly thought, to my son.

"Ok?" I asked looking over my shoulder at him. He was standing upright and as clear as anything I saw his erection in his tight jeans. It made me gulp, but I wasn't quite sure why. Concern, guilt, worry, want, desire hope? I wasn't sure, possibly all of them.

Our eyes met.

"Sorry" he whispered.

"That's ok" I said secretly pleased that I could turn him on so much.

"Just a bit more."

"What the top?"

"Yes will you pull it up further."

I couldn't see much of a problem with that so I eased it up a little more so that it was nine inches or so up from my waist.

"Pull it up Cat so the camera sees your bra strap."

"Peter this is going too far."

"It's only us mum, no one will see them apart from us."

"You promise."

"Of course you can help me delete them when we've done. Ok?"

"I suppose so."

"Then up to your bra strap Cat."

I lifted it up until the quite thin for the weight it had to support, black bra strap was visible to the camera.

"Oh boy yes" keep turning and looking at me with that bra strap on show, it's awesome."

He clicked away as I turned from side to side and put on a bit of a show by tossing my head back and running my spare hand through my hair.

"Gee that's fantastic. Now keep the top up above the bra strap mum and bend forward so I get more of that lovely bum. How about pulling the top up so it's round your neck?"

"That will mean I show all of my bra."

"Yes mum spot on, come on what's the problem?"

"Me doing this."

"Doing what?"

"Posing like this."

"You've done it loads of times."

"Yes I know, but not with you, my son" I mumbled.

"But you know what I have seen don't you Cat?" He said going to the PC and rapidly bringing shot after shot of me in varying degrees of undress onto the screen. "See I have seen everything mum haven't I?" He went on leaving a shot on the screen of my lying on a bed, just dressed in holdups with my hands wedged between my thighs, which were clamped round them.

"Yes" I said softly, the sheer enormity of him finding the photos again hitting me.

"So really showing me again doesn't matter does it for I will always have them won't I?"

"Yes."

"Lift it up then mum."

I pulled the silky top up so that it was bunched round my shoulder. He took photos of my back then said huskily.

"Will you turn round now please?"

I turned slowly knowing that we were going into very uncharted territory. I was showing my son my breasts in a gossamer thin, near diaphanous bra. I was acutely aware that my nipples were as hard as they could be and that they would be clearly visible to Peter and his camera.

He was shooting fast now, fiddling with the lens presumably zooming in and out on my breasts and nipples.

"Just pose naturally Cat as you did when you posed for dad or........." he paused before adding. "Whoever."

I didn't respond, but felt terrible that he knew I had posed for someone other than his father, which was bad enough in itself. I struck a number of poses, turning this way then the other, putting my hands on my hips then in my hair. Peter ooohed and ahhed as I did that.

"Smashing mum. I can see that I am working with a real pro."

"Now, now I'm not that."

"Ok a gifted amateur then."

"Yes that's better" I replied smiling feeling slightly more relaxed as the mood lightened. He soon changed that though.

He was peering into the camera and not even looking at me when he said very huskily, quite softly and in an almost matter of fact tone.

"Take it off Cat."

I didn't say anything. Equally I didn't do anything, but I just stood there.

"Come on please, take your bra off. We have come this far and I have seen your breasts on the shots haven't I?"

"Yes, but this is going too far."

"Why is it? We'll delete them after" he said holding the camera by his side and standing up straight.

I couldn't stop my gaze running down my son's boy. It locked on his full erection. He didn't flinch or look away when he saw where I was looking.

"See what you do to me mum?"

"Yes" I whimpered.

"So please take the top and the bra off."

Without further ado and hardly any thought I slipped the top off and dropped it on the floor. He took more shots.

"Jesus you look fantastic" he told me as I reached behind me. "Hold it there and turn round I want to get some shots of you taking it off. Thanks Cat."

He snapped away from the back, side and front as I removed my bra and stood before him topless.

"Oh god Cat your tits are awesome, touch them for me."

"Peter this really is going too far. We have to stop"

"No mum it's not, it's perfect. This is the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me Please, please touch them. You did it for dad and you know you enjoy it."

His words and, I have to admit the outline of his hard on in his jeans got me going.

I lifted a hand and gently touched my breast. I stroked it, caressed it. That felt so good.

He asked. "Is that nice mum?"

"Mmmmm yes" I sighed cupping the other breast with my other hand.

"Is it?"

"Yes Peter it is."

"Pinch your nipples for me."

I didn't even think of objecting. They needed to be treated like that. I pinched and pulled them. That felt great.

"Oh Cat this so fantastic."

"Yes maybe it is, but we have to stop now and I mean it" I said picking up my top and bra."

"Ok, but it really has been amazing he said walking over to where I was standing covering my breasts with my top. "Not much point doing that really is there?" He said smiling and gently taking the top from me. Thank you so much mum, you really are an amazing woman.

"And you are a great son" I whispered putting my hand up to stroke his face. Possibly thinking I was going to put my arm round his neck or was giving him an invitation, he slid his arm round my waist, pulled me to him and kissed me, full on the mouth. I fell against him as his arms pulled me to him.

'Jesus his cock is awesome' I was thinking as, momentarily I revelled in the feelings of my son's fully erect, stunningly hard cock pushing into the softness of my stomach. It seemed so big for he was pressed against me from my pubic bone to my navel. Somehow I managed to control myself and I came to my senses.

"Peter no, stop" I grunted slipping away from him.

"Mum sorry, but I couldn't help it. I am so worked up."

"Oh darling" I groaned looking at the outline of his erection in his very tight jeans. 

It was so appealing, indeed he was so appealing. I wanted him, but I didn't. I wanted his arms round me, my body against his and his cock squashing into my tummy, but I didn't. I wanted to see my son's swollen cock and hold it and, no I couldn't even think that. I was torn, the conflict was enormous. For months, maybe years I had fantasised about my son and had dreamed of being in this position. I had imagined this happening, but had not thought about my feelings if it did, other than my sexual arousal. I had savoured the physical aspect of my son and me, but not the emotional one and that was getting at me right now. I should have the resolve, the self-control and the fortitude to resist, but I hadn't got it and that filled me with guilt and shame.

We stood close together not catching the other's eyes. We didn't speak for some time. 

My sensible, motherly, wifely and respectable side said 'Stop it, move away, do nothing else.' The woman in me argued 'Let him have you, make love to him, have sex with your son.

"We need to talk Peter."

"Yes."

"Very seriously."

"I know."

"How about I call up Chinese and we have that and chat."

"Sure."

We agreed our meal and I phoned and it was on its way. I went to my room, put my bra and top back on, did my hair and rather ridiculously, yet practically changed my panties after washing my pussy. I had become quite wet with the posing, our talk and the kiss.

The food arrived twenty or so minutes later and we ate in my conservatory sitting side by side on the Chesterfield with the Chinese food on a low coffee table in front of us. The PC in a hibernation mode was opposite us and I was very aware that a light nudge would bring those photos of me up onto my very new thirty inch screen. That kept me on tenterhooks throughout the meal. 

As it happened we didn't talk about 'it' as we ate. We cleared up and I filled our glasses with red wine. 

"So we have to talk Peter" I opened up as we sat back on the couch. I sat at one end my back against the arm looking at him. He was sitting in the middle of the couch leaning forward his arms resting on his knees.

"Yes, what do you want to talk about first?"

"How do you mean?" I asked feeling a little confused.

"The photos or the kiss."

Both options hit me hard. How the hell could I talk to my son about either? What a fucking mess I thought. I knew I had to though.

"Let's leave the photos" I suggested cunningly hoping we could avoid him questioning me on the different camera that had been used recently and the more raunchy look he had seen in them. "I guess they are really part of each other aren't they?"

"Mum I have a really big confession to make" he said hesitantly.

"Go on."

"I don't know where to start" he said quietly turning towards me, his ankle touching my leg as I leaned forward and rested my fingers on his bare arm, just beneath his elbow.

"We have to clear this up love" I said softly. Peter rested his fingers on my hand and quite obviously again looked right down the front of my top.

"I know mum, but it is so difficult."

"Take your time" I told him leaning back.

"You're right" he started hesitantly. "The photos and kissing you are related, they are all part of the same thing."

"I guessed that Peter. I know what you mean."

"Do you, do you really know?"

"Well suspect, but you have to tell me."

He was near to tears. My heart went out to him, I wanted to hold him and console him. I moved closer and put my arm round his shoulders.

"You have to get it off your chest Peter then we can work it out together."

"Together just us?"

"Yes."

"Not dad?"

"No darling" I whispered feeling relieved. I kissed his head as he started to cry.

"Mum, please don't be annoyed" he sobbed his hand falling onto my leg just above my knee. It was like an electric shock, but it felt good.

"You know what I do with the photos don't you?" He stammered not waiting for an answer, but adding. "I masturbate to them."

Of course I knew that. Hearing him say it though was enormously arousing. I cuddled him tighter and whispered. "That's fine darling I understand."

"Oh Cat" he sighed. "Do you really?" He asked turning and putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Yes baby I do. I told you I was the world's most understanding mum didn't I?"

"Yes" he smiled. "And you are, but it gets worse."

"How?"

"Much worse."

"Tell me."

"I fantasise about you. Well about us really."

I knew what was coming next and in addition to my heart seeming to be in my mouth with nervousness, my excitement level rose enormously. I didn't say anything, but we held each other.

"You know what I imagine don't you Cat?"

"I think so" I replied as I too started to cry, my voice husky with emotion and arousal as his hand slid down my back and pulled me towards him. I know I should have resisted. I know I should have stopped him. I know I should have wriggled away. But I didn't and the top half of my body was pressed against his, my breasts squashed against him. It was so wrong, but it felt so good. It got even better, well more arousing when he mumbled.

"I imagine us having sex Cat. I want to make love to you."

Although I knew what he was going to say, the words crashed into my mind as I felt his lips on my neck. He was kissing my neck as we held each other. I kissed the side of his face. One of his hands was round my hip, the other was still on my knee, but it had moved higher. One of my hands was on his neck stroking his hair the other was resting on his waist. Our knees and legs were pressed together.

"I am sorry, I am so, so sorry" he whispered.

I felt so sorry for him. I cuddled him more firmly and he squirmed his chest against my boobs. We moved our faces and looked into each other's eyes. We smiled and I mouthed.

"Don't worry, we'll work it out."

We sat there in each other's arms for some time not speaking, but just holding each other. It was a very tender and loving, yet guilty few moments. His hands ran very slowly up and down my back and mine were mainly on his head and neck.

After what must have been five minutes Peter said.

"Mum er Cat please let me take some more photos."

"Peter" I whispered. "That's not really a very wise thing is it?"

"No it's not, but none of this is, is it?"




Incestuous Glamour Photography



We pulled away a little and looked at each. We both had tears in our eyes. He whispered.

"Please let's just do this and then we delete the lot."

"We have already gone too far."

"But we both wanted to didn't we? You did didn't you mum, you did want to?"

Putting my hand on his cheek I whispered back between sobs. "I can't say that, it's awful what I have done."

"No it's wonderful, it's the most wonderful thing I have ever done."

"Peter don't say that. It's a terrible thing a mother posing for her son to take such photos."

He got the camera and started running through the images.

"Look they are fantastic as you are. Please let's do some more."

Foolishly I hesitated as I looked at the images of me topless and caressing my breasts. As usual, seeing myself in a photo doing such things got to me. I felt a charge of arousal.

"Come on mum, what harm can it do now? I have seen the other photos. I have seen all of you. I even know that you have a landing strip don't I?"

"Peter don't' say that."

"Oh come on" he said running his hand down my bare arm and holding my hand. "You can't be prudish with me now can you?"

"No I suppose not" I smiled.

"Then come on mum, just let's do this" he went on taking hold of the hem of my top.

We both looked down at his hand. Slowly he pulled it upwards bringing the hem with it. I froze and felt totally unable to do anything to stop him. It was as though it was happening to someone else as the silky material slid over my chest and onto my breasts. Slowly, almost agonisingly slowly as we now looked at each other my son lifted the hem of my top over my breasts and bunched it round my neck.

"Lift your arms up mum" he croaked as we both felt the tension and eroticism of the moment. As if mesmerised I did and he quickly slid it up them and off.

"Oh Cat they are so beautiful" he whispered staring at my breasts in the tight acutely cut bra. "Lean forward."

I did and he reached behind me and started to undo the clasp. As with most men he fumbled with it and that brought home to what he was doing. I realised he was taking me back to how we had been when I stopped the last session earlier. Obviously the motherly, respectable, wifely side of me wanted him to stop, but that other side, the one that toyed with incest, the side that had given me many erotic thoughts about my son screamed for me to let him continue. It would have been so easy to simply straighten up, move out of his reach and stop him. That is exactly what I should have done, but I didn't. I stayed leaning forward, I arched back a little to ease the pressure on the clasp making it easier for it to be undone. Then I felt the pressure drop and my bra strap was undone. It was then that I did straighten up causing him to pull the cups away from my breasts.

"Oh mum" he groaned. "They are so beautiful."

I thought for a moment that he was going to cup them. I half wanted him to, but equally I wanted him not to. He didn't.

"Can we go on now?"

"Yes" I replied my heart pounding.

"Can we go to the bedroom and take some shots on the bed?"

That worried me. "No I think we should stay here."

"Actually that might be better with the light in here."

"Good. How do you want me?"

We resumed the posing with me topless. Again now I was 'performing' I relaxed and even agreed to cupping, squeezing and caressing them. He must have taken thirty or so shots of my breasts from different angles.

"Cat" he said suddenly.

"Yes love?" I replied taking my hands from my breasts and looking at him.

"Would you take your trousers off?"

That shook me, but I guess I had half expected it.

"Peter I think we are going too far now."

"Please mum. After all I have seen you before in your panties."

"Yes I know, but you shouldn't have seen those photos."

"I've seen you round the house in them as well and in your bikini, so what's the difference?"

I couldn't fault his logic, but tried.

"Peter that is totally different."

"Not really, and I am only going to photograph you then we'll delete them. Come on let's finish properly. Please."

I gave in partly to get this over, but partly because I wanted to. I wanted him to see me and photograph me. I wanted to pose and be an exhibitionist. Most of all, I suppose, I simply wanted to see what it would be like.

"Ok" I whispered.

"Great thanks mum, you're terrific" he gushed just he did when he was a kid and I bought him a toy or something.

I undid the button and then slid the zip down.

"Hold it there" he said shooting my fingers on my zip. "Now do that slowly."

I did as he asked until it was all the way down and he could see the front of the black thong that matched the bra that was lying on the floor. Sliding my white, pedal pusher trousers down as my son watched me through the lens of his camera ranked alongside anything I had ever done for sheer eroticism. That was quickly surpassed, however, when I stood before him and the camera in just that tiny black thong.

"Fuck me" he gasped.

"Peter" I said without thinking rather incongruously admonishing him for swearing.

"Sorry mum, but you look so amazing" he said shooting away.

I could see that his erection had returned and was rearing right up his stomach inside his jeans. He took shots from all angles and had me turning and bending and placing my hands on my body, particularly on my boobs. 

As they always did when I posed like this, the atmosphere and what we were doing were getting to me. A heat was spreading from the pit of my stomach, my breasts felt so heavy, my skin was tingling and my entire body was alive with the sensations of acute sexual arousal. This was so wrong. I was losing control. I was becoming obsessed with my hunger for sex, my desire for satisfaction and my need to cum. I was, I knew, now lusting for my son.

"Lay on your back please Cat" I heard him saying.

I had absolutely no hesitation in doing what he asked in fact I didn't even query it in my mind for I enjoyed it. He walked around me taking shots from different angles as I, without being asked or even thinking stroked and caressed my breasts. 

"Bend your knees mum."

I did that.

"Open them for me?"

I did and he took shots between my legs.

"God you are so sexy mum."

He took more and more shots.

"Will you touch yourself there please Cat."

I wanted to very much, but I knew that it might make me cum. I also knew that it was obviously going too far.

"No Peter, I can't do that."

"Why not mum? You did in the other photos."

"That was different."

"Why was it?" He asked.

"It was with your father."

"So I'm your son."

"He's my husband."

"Yes?"

"Peter please, you know what I mean."

"That you had sex with him."

"Yes."

"And that the posing and photographs were part of that."

"Yes" I said very softly.

"And that by posing you were turned on" he went on in a low voice as he continued taking shots of me. 

Although I was refusing to touch myself between my legs I was still stroking my breasts and brushing my fingers across my nipples.

"Weren't you Cat?"

"Yes Peter I was."

"And your body was alive wasn't it mum?"

"Yes."

"And the more you posed the more aroused you became wasn't it?"

As his words floated into my mind so he excited me more and more. It was almost as if he was hypnotising me. I could hardly speak, so I just nodded.

"And the more you wanted sex, the more you wanted dad to make love to you."

"Yes" I whimpered.

"And because of that you touched yourself down there" he said huskily, very obviously focusing the lens on where the soaked lips of my pussy were probably quite evident through the thin silk of my thong. "You rubbed yourself didn't you mum, I saw the pictures of you doing it, they are awesome."

"Yes I did" I breathed as similar feelings to those I had when Richard had photographed me.

"You rubbed your pussy didn't you?"

"Peter don't say that, please" I groaned.

"Why not? That's what you did isn't it?" He asked as I closed my legs.

"Yes."

"And then he fucked you didn't he?"

"Peter no, stop please" I moaned.

"He did didn't he?"

I didn't reply.

"Dad got you so turned by photographing you and making you play with yourself that I bet you were near begging him to fuck you, weren't you?"

Squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples as my son's words crashed into my sex addled brain I simply moaned.

"Open them again please Cat?"

I had no resistance whatsoever now so I slowly opened them again.

"You rubbed your clit for him didn't you mum?"

I nodded.

"You played with your cunt and then let him fuck you, didn't you?"

"Yes, yes I did" I moaned, those evocative words from my son arousing me even more.

Involuntarily, without thinking and without really being aware of what I was doing, my hands left my breasts and I started sliding them down my body.

"You rubbed your cunt lips for dad didn't you?" He went on as my fingers reached my waist.

"Come on mum, come on Cat do it. Do it for me."

"No" I groaned.

"Yes Cat, do it for me, do it for your son. Rub your clit for me."

It was as if my mind and my hands had been taken over by another force. I was absolutely powerless to stop. My fingertips found the waist of my thong.

"You finger fucked yourself for him didn't you?"

I didn't reply, there was no point for my fingers had reached my pubic mound.

"You rubbed your clit and put your fingers up your cunt didn't you?" Peter went on continually taking photos of my hands and body.

"Rub it for me now mum. Rub your cunt for me."

"Oh Peter" I groaned in frustration and excitement as I pressed a fingertip right on my clit. My body jerked with the fantastic feelings it gave me.

"Is it good, is it wonderful? Go on do it, do more, love yourself mum as you did with dad."

I was gone, I was totally lost now. I was like putty in my son's hands. He had got me and my mind was now as aroused as my body. I rubbed my clit through the material as he took shot after shot of my finger and my face.

"Inside Cat" I heard as if from a distance.

"What?"

"Put your hand inside. Get your fingers in your panties,"

With what was similar to a feeling of gratitude that he had suggested it I slid my fingers into the thong and right on to my clit. It was lovely.

"Make yourself cum Cat, do yourself, fuck yourself" he grunted still shooting away.

He didn't say anything for a few moments as I gave myself up to those delirious feelings of extreme arousal.

"Take them off for me."

"No, no I can't" I groaned as I slid my fingertips along my lips.

Despite the fact that I was lying on my conservatory floor in just a tiny, black thong masturbating myself as my son photographed me, removing that last bastion of cover seemed to be a bridge too far.

"Please, I want to see you."

"You have seen me in those photos."

"I want to see the real thing."

"No."

"Yes, I have to."

"I can't Peter."

"Come on do it. Show me your cunt."

That word again and this time he was asking to see my cunt.

I stopped rubbing my clit and just lay there for a moment.

"Let me see it, let me see your cunt Cat" he said putting the camera down. He knelt right alongside me, his leg touching my knee. "Let me take your panties off mum and look at your cunt. Yes?"

They were some of the most erotic words I had ever heard. My son was asking to take my panties off and look at my most intimate place; in fact the place where he had come from. That took any slight resistance I had away from me.

"May I mum?"

I nodded and watched him take hold of the slither of silk at each side and start to roll them down. I lifted my bottom up to help him and then revelled in the incredible sensation I gained as my son pulled my knickers down my legs and off.

"Open your legs mum."

I did, slowly.

"God you have a beautiful cunt."

He picked up the camera again and took shots from a variety of angles but mostly up between my legs at my pussy.

"Rub yourself again mum" Peter went on moving behind me and out of view.

"Oh baby" I groaned as I rekindled those sensational feeling of rubbing my clit.

"I want to make you cum, will you do that for me as you did with dad, mum?"

Even in my advanced state I couldn't bring myself to say yes, although as I was rubbing my clit with the fingers on one hands and my lips with those on the other, the answer was pretty obvious.

"No, oh God Peter" I cried out stopping rubbing myself as he came back into view. He was naked.

"What's the matter, don't you like my body?" He asked walking beside me.

"We mustn't" I groaned, assuming that he wanted to fuck me.

"It's ok"

"We can't have sex Peter, we just mustn't."

"Don't worry mum" he replied kneeling beside me his fully erect cock level with my breasts. "I am going to do what you are doing."

"What?"

"Masturbate, come on let's do it together."

He started stroking his cock as I continued rubbing my clit and the lips of my pussy. I looked from his cock to his eyes and back again as we masturbated.

"Do it for me mum."

"Oh god no" I groaned, although I desperately wanted to. I wanted to feel him, feel his heat and hardness. I wanted to feel my son's erect cock.

"Please?" He sighed reaching out and taking hold of my hand. He placed it right on his erection. I had no resistance left, I gave in.

"Go on mum, wank me, make me cum" he moaned leaning forward.

He felt gorgeous. He was so hard, so warm, so smooth and so throbbing. I started to pump my hand up and down as I had with Richard several times.

"Oh yes. Oh yes Cat that's amazing" he moaned as I felt his hand on my stomach. I stroked him faster and longer. I could feel the blood pumping in his cock, I could feel it throbbing and stiffening even more. I used both hands on him.

"Oh yes, I am near, so near" he groaned as he started to surge in and out of my hands as though it was a cunt.

I sat up a little to make it easier to rub him just as his hand slid down my stomach and onto my landing strip of pubes. 

I realised that he was going to finger me. I also realised how wrong that was, but I could do nothing to stop him and I revelled in the new sensations I got as my son rubbed my clit.

"Mum, I'm am so near to cumming, are you?"

"Yes Peter, yes I am very near" I moaned hating myself as my son brought me close to an orgasm.

I felt his fingers leave my clit and slip downwards. I knew what he wanted to do so I opened my legs a little wider. The sensation as his fingers slid into me was unbelievable. I started to cum immediately and pumped his cock even faster.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaargh" he groaned as leaning forward and thrusting himself deep into the surrogate cunt formed by my hands he exploded. So much spurted out of him as I writhed my body on his fingers dragging every last piece of pleasure from them. 

It wasn't until he slumped on the floor alongside me and I came down from my high that I realised that my son had cum on my tits.



Incestuous Homecoming



Author's note

This is the third and final part of my incestuous trilogy. I strongly advise anyone who hasn't read the first two parts to do so before reading this.

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My son Peter fucked me over both the phone and the net several more times whilst he was on his gap year travels in Chile, Peru and Argentina. It became an acceptable, though guilt inducing routine. It was only the lack of internet access in some of the remote areas and his ability to be alone that stopped us doing it more often.

My sex life with my husband Richard continued to be, at best, spasmodic. It was becoming pretty obvious to me that he no longer wanted me very much and now it seemed as though he needed the stimulus of me modelling as he photographed me to do it. That said on the two or three occasions we did that when Peter was away, the sex was great.

Richard would start off by snapping away as I removed my outer clothes, continue as I posed in a variety of positions in the sexy underwear I wore especially for modelling and keep shooting as I removed that. Generally then, either in just my panties or without them and simply in holdups I would play with my tits and then start to masturbate. He would now be obviously erect and either, he or, I would get it out. He would then fuck me usually on the floor with me on my back with my legs wrapped round him or on all fours. But each time he did fuck me and they were a few occasions without the photography, it wasn't him that was making love to me. Physically it was my husband's cock in me, but emotionally it was my son's.

"You will definitely be coming to the airport tomorrow?" I said to Richard at dinner on the Thursday before Peter was due to return home on the Saturday. "There won't be a sudden emergency at the firm will there?"

"Don't worry darling I have organised everything and I will be there."

Richard had this habit of 'something coming up' at the law firm where he was a partner quite often when we had other arrangements so I was wary it might happen this time. It had happened when Peter went away and I was forced to take him by myself. That was only a few days after my son had persuaded me to model for him as I did for Richard and we had ended up masturbating each other with him cumming on my full tits. I had been so guilt ridden and fearful of what we had done that I stayed well away from him over the weekend between our 'sort of' incest and his departure. Being together in the car proved too much for me and we ended up masturbating each other again in the car with him this time cumming on my bra covered boobs. I didn't want that happening again on the way home from Heathrow.

Peter and I had talked a lot between cybering mainly in yahoo messenger, but occasionally on the phone about our situation. We had debated, discussed argued and cried together when I kept insisting that it had to end when he came home. I was terrified of two things. Firstly, that someone, particularly our daughter would find out and secondly of how we could possibly handle having a love affair. I had found it difficult enough when I had a brief affair a few years ago with a man I worked for and I could not imagine what it would be like trying to handle it with my son.

"Here he comes" I said excitedly as Peter and his friends came through the custom's doorway. My heart missed a beat at how gorgeous he looked. He was deeply tanned and seemed to have grown taller and broader.

He said goodbye to his friends who went off to meet their greeters and he came over to us.

"Hi dad" he said as Richard shook his hand, my husband isn't a huggy sort of man.

Peter then turned to me. His trolley with his bags was between Richard and me as I opened my arms and he slid into them.

"Welcome home darling" I said kissing him on his cheek.

"Hello mum" he said moving back and looking into my eyes before pulling me back into his arms and putting his mouth near to my ear on the side away from Richard. He whispered. "I want you so much."

It wasn't just his words that hit me and made my pulse race it was also the feel of his erection rearing up my stomach. And with that all the concerns, the conflicts, the doubts and guilt registered in my mind just as the feel of his gorgeous cock registered in my body.

We talked non-stop on the forty minutes or so drive home. I sat in the back with Peter in the passenger seat half turned so he could look at me. As he told us about his trip so his eyes were continually holding my gaze and then roaming down my body quite evidently taking in the very noticeable swell of my breasts. It got to me. We smiled at each other, our gazes locked and we smouldered.

It was just same when we got home. All the time we were looking at each other, taking every opportunity to move close together and touching each other's hand or arm or back. Every time I moved when Richard was not in the room or was looking away I could feel Peter's gaze on me. I felt it on my boobs, my bottom and my crutch in the tight jeans.

Sara, my daughter, came home around three and she and Peter went to her or his room as he showed her his photos on his laptop; I just hoped against hope that he didn't show her the wrong ones.

True to his word Richard stayed at home. I prepared an early dinner that the four of us ate together. The afternoon had passed without incident for Peter had a snooze to combat his jet lag and there was far less flirting between us. Sara was clearly a modifying influence on her brother and mother.

"I am popping over to Celia's" Sara announced after dinner. "Great to have you home Pet" she went on using her nickname for Peter.

"And I have some work I have to do so would you mind helping your mother clear up?" Richard asked as he walked away and we stared at each, longingly.

For the first time we were alone. We cleared the table and tidied the large kitchen diner on the side of the horrendous six-bedroom, Victorian house that had been in Richard's family since it was built in eighteen fifty something. Richard was across a hallway in his study.

"Well mum?" Peter said moving close to me.

"Peter no." I stammered as I saw the look in his eye.

"Yes Cat, yes" he sighed closing the gap between us.

"I said that we had to stop when you got home" I told him unconvincingly.

"But you didn't mean it mum" he whispered as he put his arms around me.

I put my hands on his chest preventing him pulling me against him. "I did Peter" I whimpered as I bowed my head avoiding eye contact and averting my mouth.

I felt his thumb and fingers on my chin. He lifted it and said.

"Look me in the eyes Cat and say you don't want me."

"Oh Peter."

"Come on say it mum, say it" he went on pressing more firmly on my back and thus pulling me closer to him until our bodies were almost touching. "Come on if you don't want me say it now" he almost growled.

"Peter this is so wrong, dad's here."

"Would it be wrong if he wasn't" he asked? He is such a clever bugger with words.

"You know what I mean."

"Yes mum I do and I am sure I know what you want as well" he said into my ear pulling me hard against him. He was fully erect and the feel of his hard-on pressing into me from my pubis to almost my navel was awesome.

"No Peter no" I groaned as he pushed his lower body forward.

"Yes mum" he croaked as he ground himself against me. I couldn't stop myself from squirming against him. His mouth found mine.

"No Peter dad will catch us" I whispered as his lips closed on mine.

"Come on then" he said taking my hand. "Let's go upstairs where we will hear him if he leaves the study, which is unlikely until late isn't it?"

"Yes, I think he is working on a big deal in America, he's going there soon."

As Peter held my hand and led me up the stairs he said. "Story of my life mum."

"What is?"

"Dad working on a big deal and just about to go or come back from the States."

I smiled. "True. Look Peter we can't do anything with dad here."

"I know mum" he replied leading me to his room and opening the door. "But we will hear him so I can kiss you can't I" he replied pulling me hard against him once we were inside his room?

I didn't reply. There was no need for I was quickly in his arms and his mouth was on mine. We kissed for some time as my reservations and concerns slid into the background.

"Oh Cat" he sighed as momentarily we broke the kiss only to start again almost immediately.

He pushed me back against a wall and grabbing my wrists he pulled my arms out so they were in the position of a crucifixion. That made my boobs stick out invitingly. Still holding my wrists he pressed his hard on against me. God it felt so good. We kissed for ages as he dry fucked me standing up.

"Anyone like a cup of tea?" We heard Richard call out from downstairs.

I jumped and Peter moved away from me. 

"No thanks darling, I'm in Peter's room looking at his photos" I called out feeling as guilty as hell and incredibly worried as we hadn't heard him open the study door.

"Nor me dad thanks."

We heard Richard in the kitchen making his tea and then his footsteps as he returned to the study.

"How much longer you going to be working Richard?" I called out.

"Oh an hour or so including some calls."

"Ok we'll have a drink when you're finished then" I replied looking at Peter who was smiling broadly and holding his thumbs up.

Peter came and sat next to me on his bed. He put his arm round my shoulders. Of course it was wrong and of course it was dangerous, but there was no way I could stop even had I have wanted to, which I didn't. We kissed, deep, long and passionately. We used our tongues and we plundered the other's mouth and lips. It was lovely and so arousing. His hand found my breast. He squeezed it and rubbed it through the crisp whit blouse with button al the way down the front. 

"Peter no."

"It's ok I'll listen carefully" he said continuing to caress my tits. I didn't have the resolve, the will, the desire or the self-control to stop him and I moaned in his ear when he pinched my nipple.

"Ok Cat?"

"Oh darling yes."

I was wearing a white lacy, see through bra under the blouse. His fingers were on the flesh of my upper chest in the opening of the blouse. That felt good. They slid down a bit going just inside the lapels almost reaching the swell of my breast. That felt better. I felt him trying to undo the buttons.

"No" I muttered grabbing his wrist. "It's too dangerous."

"It'll be fine we'll hear him coming" he insisted fiddling the top button open. We kissed more and his hand slid inside right onto the fullness of my breasts. Sitting side by side on his bed, I felt him wiggling his fingers inside the bra. 

"No" I groaned with absolutelyno conviction as he found my nipple and pinched it. As I half expected he completely ignored me and eased my tit out of my bra.

"I won't take it off mum" he smiled easing the other boob out as well. 

I had no resistance left. Instead I gave into the lovely feelings and wonderful sensations my son was giving me.

"Good?" He whispered.

"Oh yes, Peter, yes" I sighed back slipping my hand inside his tee shirt and finding his nipple.

He leaned forward, held my breast and licked across it. He kissed it and softly sucked on the flesh. He licked his way to my nipple and sucked that into his mouth. As he gently chewed the rubbery, pink protuberance I suddenly wondered how he was so adept at making love to a woman's breasts, but the lovely sensations he was giving me quickly drove that from my mind. Just as I was revelling fully in having my nipples adorned by my son's mouth I suddenly heard my husband's voice.

"How about a drink?"

I suddenly realised that he had opened the door to his study and had walked at least half way up the stairs before we heard him. I leaped up and moved behind the door to Peter's room as now I heard Richard approaching. I frantically started trying to get my boobs back into my bra, but I could only get one in, the cup was twisted. I gave up and was doing up the far too many buttons Peter had undone as Richard casually strolled into the room. I just about made it, but I must have looked worried, agitated and probably a little flushed for under the tight blouse my left boob was bare. 

"Hi dad" Peter said moving between me and Richard. I squeezed between them and said.

"Yes I'd love some wine, but must use the loo."

We drank a bottle of red wine with Peter and me casting furtive and lustful glances at each other behind Richard's back. We chatted and then decided to go to bed.

I had undressed to my bra and pants and Richard was in the bathroom naked when I had a strong urge to say goodnight to Peter. I slipped my bra off and pulled on a mid-thigh length, red silk dressing gown.

"Just going to give Peter clean towels, I forgot them earlier" I called out.

"Ok fine."

Peter's room was round the back of the house well away from ours. I tapped on his door.

"Come in."

I slid inside. It was dark, but it was a bright night and the moon lit the room up. Peter was in bed covered by just a sheet.

"Thanks Cat."

"What for?"

"Coming to see me, I need that."

"What do you mean?" I asked walking across the room so I was close to his bed.

"This" he replied pushing the sheet back. He was stunningly hard. "I was just about to do something about it. Gonna help me?"

"There isn't time, I'm supposed to be delivering you some towels."

"After this evening I can assure you mum that you won't need much time."

I smiled and sat on the bed. He pulled the lapels of my robe apart and cupped my breasts.

"Just rub it Cat."

I did and almost immediately he groaned. "Oh yes."

I rubbed it faster. He moaned again and slightly arched his back as he squeezed my tits.

"I'm gonna cum is that ok?"

"Yes darling yes of course it is" I whispered back as I felt his cock stiffen in my hand. "Cum for me Peter, cum for mummy."

He did all over my hand and his stomach. I leaned forward, kissed him on the mouth and whispered. "Good night darling."

I could hardly believe it. As I lie on my side facing away from Richard his hand came round and cupped my breast. It was the one I realised that his son had just been holding and earlier had been licking and sucking. God did that give me a buzz.

He pressed himself against my back and I felt his cock on my bum. With all the arousal I had experienced that evening, it felt good, very good. As he wriggled his other arm under me and cupped my other breast so he slid his hand downwards across my stomach. It was his typical move. I knew that he would play with my tits with one hand, rub my clit for a while then either, slid into me from behind or, turn me onto my back and climb on. He was quite predictable.

His finger on my clit was beginning to work and I was near to an orgasm, but that was not just due to him of course, it was mainly due to his son, my baby. As I thought of Peter though, a strange thing happened. I wanted sex of course. I wanted relief from the raging arousal. I wanted an orgasm and I wanted to cum. But oddly, for a reason I couldn't understand, I didn't want Richard to fuck me. In my confused emotional state I wanted to save myself for Peter and letting Richard have me was like being unfaithful. I had accepted now that full sex between my son and me was inevitable and I wanted him to be my next partner, not the one who had sired him and had been my lover for a quarter of a century.

I turned towards Richard. He replaced his hands on my boobs and clit and we kissed.

"Lie flat" I whispered pulling myself up into a kneeling position.

I kissed him then nibbled, licked and kissed my way down his body as I held and stroked my second cock of the evening. I licked it.

"Yes?" I whispered feeling his finger slip into me.

"Mmmmm yes" he groaned as I slid his cock into my mouth.

"Oh Cat" he groaned sounding uncommonly like Peter had just a few moments ago when he had spurted his lot all over my hand. Richard continued fingering me, but put his other hand into my hair and pulled that a little roughly. I often wondered what he would be like if he really let himself go!

I could feel his cock throbbing in my mouth and I knew he was near. Like the gentleman he is he moaned.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming" and went to withdraw. I held onto him and ran my lips down his shaft as far as I could almost deep throating him as his cock exploded and his cum poured into my mouth and down my throat.

*

The weekend dragged by in a combination of tremendous anticipation and extreme sexual arousal. It had become obvious to both of us that we would 'go all the way.' The concern, the worry, the trepidation, the guilt and the indecision had all gone. On the Sunday evening when I was in bed naked with Richard I smiled when I thought 'we have masturbated them away.'

During the Saturday and Sunday we were never really alone and I couldn't take towels to him each night. But there were moments. Richard mowed the lawn when Sara was at a friend's house. Peter and I kissed in my conservatory and he put his hand inside my sweat shirt. He and I cleared the dinner plates and he pulled me to him in the kitchen and squeezed my breasts.

We were sitting watching TV. I was in a tracky top and trousers, which was my lounging around gear. 

"Go and take your bra off" Peter suggested when Richard was out of the room.

I refused at first, but after more persuasion I did. The top was very baggy and hid the full bareness of my boobs.

Richard took a phone call in his study. 

"Come here" Peter said moving behind the half-open door. He pushed me back against the wall and we kissed. His hand went up my top and right onto my naked breasts. I grunted with both appreciation and pleasure. We did that twice more that evening.

Richard went to work early on the Monday. Sara was still around, but in bed. I was wearing a long dressing gown and had made tea and given cups to her and Peter. He followed me into my room. He was just wearing boxers and I could see that he was partially erect. He looked gorgeous.

"I want you so much" he groaned in a whisper knowing that Sara's door was open. We kissed. He slid his hand inside my robe and pressed his hard on against me. "Do you me Cat?"

"Yes darling" I sighed back involuntarily gripping his erection through the cotton of his boxers.

"Tell me please."

"I want you Peter, I want to sleep with you" I whispered into my son's ear.

We heard noises from Sara's direction. Peter darted back to his room obviously not wanting his sister to see his hardened cock.

It was mid-morning when Sara came off the phone.

"Ok if I stay at Celia's tonight mum?"

"What leaving me when I have only just got home?" Peter butted in.

Mondays are not easy days in our household. It is not a good day to commit incest. I have a cleaning lady who works from ten to three and a gardener who is around until late afternoon.

"Why don't you go and see your friends?" I suggested.

"I want to be with you."

"Peter. Pat and Bob are here most of the day, we can't do anything."

"Oh fuck I'd forgotten."

I went to chastise him for swearing, but realised how that was rather ridiculous considering what we were planning to do.

"What time will they go?" 

"Around five."

"Great, I'll be back at five to."

"Your father said he would be home early this evening, I don't know what time though. Probably sixish, but it could be any time."

We realised that sleeping together was not the simplest event to arrange. Peter went out and I got on with the ironing.

My mobile rang. It was Richard.

"Sorry darling I have to go to Paris tonight, could you pack me a bag please? I'll have it picked up mid-afternoon."




Incestuous Homecoming



My heart started to pound. We were going to be alone. Peter and I would be in the house all night together. That immediately aroused me. I wanted to take all my clothes off, go into my conservatory, log on and write another part of my 'novel' about a Marta Hari type spy in the American Civil War who sleeps with men and women from both the Union and Confederates. I usually do that when I want to masturbate and I badly wanted to do that right now, but I would have no need of the stimulus of writing an erotic story. The mere thought of what lie ahead would be enough. I didn't masturbate though. My helpers were there and the conservatory was too open.

My immediate reaction was to phone Peter and tell him, but I didn't. I thought He would enjoy the surprise and in any case I still wasn't totally sure. Having a love affair with your mother or your son can bring so many complications for both parties. I struggled through the afternoon alone.

After finishing the ironing I had a long, hot bath. I pampered myself by washing my hair, painting my toe and fingernails with a vivid scarlet varnish and rubbing lots of moisturiser into my skin.

The driver collected Richard's bag around three and Pat left at quarter to four. I slipped into my tracky suit with nothing underneath; I like doing that at home.

"Why don't you have an early day" I said to Bob just after she had gone.

"Why thanks a lot Cat, I appreciate that."

I was alone. I went indoors unzipping my top on the way. I stood in the secluded courtyard by the garage and slipped the top off. I know that no one can see into that area so I took the trousers off as well. I love being naked around the house and in the garden and that is not for naturist reasons, it's purely sexual. 

I strolled indoors and into my conservatory. I looked at the floor where I had lain all those months ago when this thing with Peter started. I remembered vividly lying on that floor as he photographed me, as he persuaded me to undress until I was just in my panties, as he undressed, as he pulled my panties down, as he rubbed my clit, as his fingers went into me and as I stroked and rubbed his cock. What I remembered most vividly was cupping my breasts and seeing his cock exploding and streaming so much cum all over my boobs.

Feeling extremely worked up sexually I went and changed

I heard his key in the door

"I'm home" I heard Peter shout when he let himself in through the front door at around half past five. "Anyone around?"

"Just me" I replied. "I'm in the conservatory."

"Wow you look dolled up."

I was wearing what was being called a big dress. It had a strapless boob tube type of top that covered my breasts, but showed a deep cleavage and was tight down to my waist and then flared out until it reached my ankles.

"Don't you like it?"

"Yes it's lovely mum, but why are you wearing it?"

"I just felt like dolling myself up a bit."

"Well it certainly works."

He came up to me and took me into his arms. "You look lovely mum and I so want you" he muttered as he kissed me and pressed his hard cock into the softness of my tummy.

"Peter sit down we have to talk."

"It seems that's all we do."

"What?"

"Talk. I want to do, not talk."

Knowing what tonight was almost certainly going to bring I smiled as I poured the wine and went to where he was sitting at the kitchen table.

"Let's go and sit in the courtyard" I suggested. It was quite a suntrap especially this time of evening. We sat on chairs nearly side by side. It was lovely and warm. I brought the bottle out in a glass cooler.

Taking my spare hand in his he said. "What time is he going to be home?"

I ignored the question.

"Peter what we have done so far is bad but the situation isn't irretrievable."

"What do you mean?" He asked running his fingertips wonderfully suggestively up my forearm and stroking the inside of my elbow. It felt nice so I didn't stop him or move my arm away. His knee pressed against mine and I didn't move that either.

"We haven't gone too far."

"I know that Cat, we haven't gone far enough" he whispered, now softly stroking the inside of my upper arm and pushing his knee between my knees. I thought I should stop him, but didn't seem to have the resistance. I knew, though, that what I was about to say had to be said.

"I mean we haven't actually had sex have we."

"Well I thought masturbating each other was sex, or am I being silly?" He asked his fingers sliding into my armpit.

"You know what I mean."

"Yes mummy" he muttered leaning forward, kissing me on my lips and adding. "I haven't fucked you yet have I?"

Slightly crude though that may have been, the words hit home hard.

"No Peter we haven't made love and that is what I want to talk about."

"Go on" he said running his forefinger in and out of my armpit as though it was a cunt and he was finger fucking it. That was so suggestive I nearly stopped and said 'Fuck me now.'

"We are at a crossroads Peter. Turn one way and we put this behind us and our future life is uncomplicated. Turn the other and there is uncertainty and confusion, guilt and concern and, if we're caught god knows what."

"Yes and pleasure and excitement. And we both want it."

"A mother and son having sex is something that we will have to live with for the rest of our lives. I am not sure I can do that."

"What do you mean?"

"Well with your father, it's so unfair on him."

"Dad's a selfish prick mum, he leaves you too much, he should stay home more send someone else on the fucking business trips."

"Maybe, but that's how we are."

"And I bet you and he don't have sex much any more."

"Now now stop it Peter."

"I bet you don't, admit it mum.

I paused

"Go on. Own up you can tell me" he said huskily pulling his fingers out from my armpit and running his fingertips across the swell of my boobs above the neckline of the dress.

I nodded. I also felt a little shudder run through me from the feel of his fingers on my flesh.

"Yes you're right, but that's nothing to do with this" I replied looking into his eyes. "Are you prepared for us having an affair?"

"There's nothing I want more" he whimpered pressing the palm of his hand against my breast,

"What about girl friends? I am not sure I could bear seeing you with another woman" I said, amazing myself at my honesty.

"Mum you won't I promise."

"But you have to find a girl, get married and all that."

"That's the future, let's live the present."

We talked for a few minutes about the challenges and difficulties. We covered the danger, the chances of getting caught and the dreadful repercussions if we did. We went round in circles on the one hand identifying and recognising the problems, but then countering them with the need we both had for each other and the sheer amount of pleasure we would get from each other. 

We moved closer to each other, our outer legs were pressed together and our faces were nearly touching. We stared at each other our eyes boring into the others. He softly ran his fingertips along the flesh of my breasts just above the neckline of my dress.

"God I so want you Cat" he said looking at his watch. "Shit it's after six thirty, I thought he was coming home early. Do you know what time will he be here?"

I put my hand on his face and gently stroked his cheek with my fingertips. I had made my mind up. I saw that he had thought about the possible repercussions and was aware of the difficulties the future may bring. I was about to suggest what had probably been inevitable since the moment I had agreed to model for him.

I stood up and holding his gaze I reached up and slipped my fingers inside the neckline of my dress on the side of each of my boobs. I slowly pulled it down and off each orb until they were bare.

"Oh my God" Peter groaned when he saw that I was not wearing a bra. "What,er..."

"Your father has had to go to Paris, he won't be home tonight." 

*

He was all over me immediately.

Kissing and caressing me, cupping my bare tits and grabbing my bum cheeks Peter groaned. "We really are going to Cat?"

"Yes darling, yes, yes we really are" I sighed back kissing all over his face. "We have all the time we want, we have all night." Having made the decision and announced it to him I now felt so happy. I was light-headed with excitement and pleasure at the prospect of what lie ahead.

He pushed me back against the brick wall of the garage and pulled my top down so it was around my waist. His cock was totally hard and felt fabulous firstly, when it was against my thigh, then when rearing right up my stomach and finally when it was in my hand through his jeans. 

Our hands were all over each other. 

His found my bum cheeks through the thin, white material of my long dress and squeezed them hard. 

Mine pushed his tee shirt up and rubbed his chest and upper stomach.

His pulled my skirt up.

Mine found his belt and zip.

His slid under my dress.

Mine undid his zip.

His found my ass that was only partially covered by the tiny white thong.

Mine slithered into his jeans and boxers.

His slid into my panties.

Mine stroked his throbbing cock.

His found my cunt.

All the time we were kissing and squirming our lips together.

His jeans and boxers came down and we struggled his tee shirt off.

He pulled the skirt of my dress up and we lifted it over my head.

I pushed my thong down and stepped out of it.

We were both naked in my little courtyard.

"Oh Cat I am going to make such wonderful love to you" he groaned.

It was then that we heard noises in the house. It was then that we heard Richard calling out that Paris had been cancelled. And it was then that my husband caught me naked with our son about to make incestuous love.



Incestuous Liaison Ch. 01



Chapter 01: Lovely Daughter Seduces Her Daddy

It was a beautiful summer morning, and my daughter Lisa was up and about before me today. As I roused from my sleep, I could already smell the fresh pot of coffee my baby had started up for her daddy. I groggily climbed out of bed, straightened my boxers, and made my way to the kitchen.

I lived alone in the house, and it was great to have my baby girl Lisa home from college, visiting for the summer. She has developed into quite a lovely young woman, and I had to admit I found her absolutely beautiful. She is slender, with long flowing brown hair and quite shapely buttocks. Her breasts are quite petite, and I absolutely love that in a woman. Her nipples are large, and I can often see them protruding beneath her shirt when she's cold or when the wind blows.

Since Lisa's breasts are rather small, she often goes without wearing a bra, especially around the house. And when she does that, I absolutely love to watch her little breasts shake under her shirt. I think she sees me watching her sometimes, but she's my daughter, and I've always looked at her, so nothing different there. I once saw her nipples harden after she saw me looking at her, and I wondered what she was thinking.

Lisa also has a beautiful ass. She fills her jeans in a stunning way, the denim outlining her beautiful shape and hugging her buttocks, hips and thighs as she walks. She sways beautifully in her tight jeans. But I think she looks even better in loose fitting shorts. When she walks around the house in those, I can see her pretty buttocks wiggle and bounce, seeing the natural form of her lovely body. I have to remember she's my daughter, of course, but I love to admire her as a woman.

I have to admit, I've been masturbating at night to the fantasy of undressing her and making love to her. Pressing myself against her warm soft butt, teasing her pretty nipples with my tongue until they stand hard and erect. She's my own daughter, but I get very turned on watching her. And I think she sometimes notices and kind of likes it. She's been wearing looser cloths around the house recently, and she's been bending over and sitting down in ways that provide a peek down her shirt at her bare breasts, or up her shorts to see her panties, plump mound, and sometimes showing a little pussy hair. There have been many times I've masturbated while thinking of probing my tongue into soft skin under those beautiful shorts.

I've been trying to look nice this summer for her too. Staying fit, working out, dressing nicer, wearing cologne, leaving my shirt opened one button lower than usual, and wearing tight shorts. I think she appreciates it. I once saw her glancing down at my thighs and groin as I was sitting at the table in my shorts. She quickly looked away when she saw I noticed, but started softly biting her lip, and her hand briefly disappeared below the table. I think she was rubbing herself.

There was a wonderful sexual energy in the air since Lisa's been home from college, but it's nothing we would acknowledge or act on. We're just both enjoying each other's company this summer. Father and daughter.

As I walked into the kitchen, I could already smell Lisa's sweet sent filling the air. I'm not sure what she wears, but it smells absolutely delicious. She was standing at the sink and turned her head when she heard me enter the room. She was wearing just a long tee shirt, which she usually sleeps in, and with the backlighting coming from the kitchen window behind her, I could see that was all she was wearing.

"Morning daddy," she called out.

"Morning baby," I replied. 

I came up behind her, put my hands gently on her shoulders, and gave her a loving kiss on the back of her head. Her hair smelled so delicious, and I lingered there for just a moment. She moved herself back against me to get closer to the kiss, and her buttocks gently grazed the head of my cock. She seemed to linger there for a moment, but neither of us acknowledged it. She must have certainly felt my cock bulb between her cheeks.

As I moved away and stepped over to the coffee pot, I was able to easily glance down her shirt as she stood at the sink. Her your soft breasts looked so perfect, and her gorgeous nipples were slightly engorged. I felt a stirring in my loins, but looked away before she could see me looking down her shirt.

"Did you sleep ok, baby?" I asked.

"Oh ok, I guess," she said, sounding a little weary.

"Yeah, I know it was hot last night," I tried to console her.

"No, it wasn't that, daddy. I just had a hard time getting to sleep," she replied.

"Thanks for making me coffee, honey. That was very thoughtful of you," I said.

"No problem daddy. I was happy to do it. I thought you'd be up soon, and would want some."

"Daddy?" she continued.

"Yes, honey?" I replied.

"Can you come here and hold me again. I'm upset about something, and there's something I want to ask you." She sounded a little nervous, and I wondered what was on her mind.

I came up behind her, wrapped my arms around her, but was careful not to press into her butt. "What is it baby? What's the matter?" I asked.

"Daddy, if I ask you something, will you promise not to get mad at me?" she asked.

"I'll never get mad at you for asking me a question, honey," I reassured her.

"Well, it's kind of a weird question, daddy," she returned.

"Tell me, baby, what is it?" I held her even closer to reassure her with her daddy's touch.

"Well, I know we love each other, but do you think it's natural for a girl to, you know, see her daddy in a different way?" she asked.

That was an unusual question, I thought. "What kind of way, honey?"

"Well, daddy, I mean do you think it's natural for a girl to be, you know, attracted to her father?" she asked sheepishly.

My heart jumped. "What do mean baby? Why are you asking me that?"

"Well, I know we really enjoy spending time together, but is it normal to become, you know, attracted to your dad?" She was really stumbling to express herself now.

"Oh honey, you know," I started, "fathers and daughters have a special bond. Did one of your friends ask you this?" I said, trying to distance the topic, and give her an escape route if she wanted it.

"No, daddy. I'm asking about you and me." She brought the topic straight back home. "This is really hard for me to ask you, daddy, so please tell me the truth." She pleaded.

I wrapped my arms tighter around my daughter, and she wrapped her hands around me, pulling my arms up against her pretty little breasts. I could feel that her nipples were hard and wondered where this conversation was going. She rested her head back onto my chest, and began to rock us both back and forth. By this time her buttocks were pressing against me, and I knew she could feel my cock against her. But she just kept rocking, putting a little extra sway in her hips when she felt my cock.

"Honey," I tried to explain, "You've been my princess all your life, and you know I love you and always want the best for you. Sometimes it's natural to look at your dad, or your daughter, and notice they're attractive, but that doesn't change the fact that they're father and daughter." I was starting to stumble too.

"So, you look at me sometimes and think I'm attractive?" She was listening too closely to my words. But I couldn't lie to her anymore.

"Well, yes, honey, I think you've developed into a beautiful young woman, and I'm sure men find you very attractive."

"Daddy, I'm not asking about other men! I'm asking about you! Do you find me attractive?" she asked impatiently.

"Honey, why are you asking me this?" I was feeling a little cornered now.

"Because, daddy, sometimes I see you looking at me, and I get excited when you do. I love to think about me turning you on, about being able to make my daddy excited. And I'm wondering what you're thinking about. Tell me, daddy, do I turn you on?" 

She was being so direct. What a beautiful and bold young woman.

My heart started to quicken, and my thoughts went to my cock pressed against her ass. I tried not to, but my cock started to harden. It was pressing quite prominently now into her. I tried to back away, but she drew her arms more tightly around me, holding me, and gently pressed her ass back onto me. We were still rocking. Her butt cheeks felt so soft against me, and I began to press more deeply against her.

"Ok, daddy, you don't have to say it. I can feel you. Yes I turn you on! I love you daddy!" she proclaimed.

I was in shock. Could this be happening? It felt so wonderful to have her in my arms, and to be pressing my manhood against my daughter's soft body, to have my cock pressed into her ass, for her to feel me getting hard, for her to know she was arousing her father, for her to be enjoying it, and for me to be enjoying it too. I couldn't play the game any longer. 

"Honey, if you must know, yes, I find you exquisitely beautiful. I think you are the sexiest babe I've ever seen. I love your beautiful ass, your soft breasts, your beautiful nipples, your soft hair. You turn me on so much, honey. I love watching you, and simply love holding you right now, pressing myself into you. Your daddy's manhood is pressed into his little girl's ass. Do you like it honey?" I was starting to breathe heavier now.

"Oh daddy, it's the most wonderful feeling in the world. Why didn't you tell me sooner? Then we wouldn't have had to play all these games. Watching each other, dressing sexy, flashing each other. I can't tell you how many times I've seen your pants bulge after I dance around the house without my bra, and in my skimpy shorts. I love turning you on, daddy, and you turn me on too. With your hot legs, manly chest, but most of all that huge bulge!"

Lisa began to press her ass back into me even harder, and I could feel her soft buttocks caressing, teasing, my cock, which was now stiff and upright, wedged into her ass. I could feel that she was wearing no panties, and she was mercilessly turning her daddy on. I was crossing a threshold with my daughter, and it felt so taboo, so forbidden. But it also felt so beautiful and so sensual.

"Daddy, I saw what you were doing last night," she started.

I stopped for a moment. "What do you mean honey?" I asked.

"You know, in the bathroom before you went to bed. After we were sitting on the couch together, when I saw you looking down my blouse. I saw the bulge in your pants growing again too, daddy," she said.

I became flush with embarrassment, but there was nothing I could do.

"Daddy, I came to say goodnight to you, and the bathroom door was a little open," she confessed.

"I thought you were still downstairs watching TV," I nervously replied. "What did you see, honey?"

"I saw the most beautiful, huge, manly cock I have ever seen in my life. Thick, long and huge. And I saw my daddy grasping it very hard, and pumping himself with long, strong stokes. Your eyes were closed, your were licking your lips, and I thought I could see you softly saying 'baby'. Then I saw you cum in huge loads, daddy, in huge gushes! All your beautiful thick cum, your sperm, gushing out, down your hand and spilling onto the floor. I got so wet watching you, daddy! What were you thinking about when you came, daddy? Were you thinking about me?" she longingly asked.

She had me now, and I could only tell her the truth. "Yes, baby, if you must know, I was thinking of you. I was thinking about pressing myself into your pretty ass, just like I'm doing now, and sucking your beautiful soft breasts and nipples," I confessed.

"Oh daddy, I would love to have done that for you. To have satisfied you that way. You looked so sexy last night. And that was why I could not get to sleep. I was so hot and bothered after watching you cum. I went back to my bedroom and fingered myself over and over to the fantasy of having your huge cock deep inside me, in my mouth, up my ass, covering me with your sperm. I must have cum like four times. You made me so wet, daddy."

Her words were driving me wild. My cock was now ramrod hard, straight up, pressed against my pretty daughter's ass. She began gyrating her hips against me, pleasuring her father even more. She knew what I liked, and she was giving it to me.

"Oh daddy, you like this don't you? Tell me you do," she said.

"Oh baby, it's the most wonderful thing I've ever felt. But we shouldn't do this honey. You are my daughter, and we shouldn't do this." I knew she could hear in my voice the weak argument.

"It's too late now daddy, our secret feelings for each other are out, and you're going to cum all over your little girl! Gush your cum all over your baby daughter, daddy. Cover me with your cum! You're going to blast all over me, daddy, and I want it so bad!"

She moved her hands behind her, down to the hem of her shirt bottom, and raised it up above her ass, revealing her naked buttocks. She had the most beautiful ass I have ever seen, and I dropped my hands down to caress it. I squeezed her butt cheeks, and spread them apart. 

The soft warmth of her body against me almost made me cum on the spot. She felt so beautiful, so soft, so sexy. She was my little girl, and I loved her. I stroked her, massaged her, squeezed her ass. Like I had done so many times before, but this time as a man and a woman. 

I parted her ass cheeks, and could see her pretty little asshole. Her butt was so beautiful, and I longed to kiss it, to pleasure it, to taste it.

Lisa continued moving her hands back to my boxers, and slowly pulled them down. Then she grasped my thick cock in her hand and started to squeeze me. Hard. Clenching her daddy's throbbing cock with her soft hand. Gripping me like a lover grips the man she loves. Wanting to please him. Feeling his softness, yet strongness, in her hands.

"Oh daddy, I finally have you. Your beautiful cock. The cock that made me." She was breathing hard now. "Press it against my ass, daddy, and cum on me. Cum all over your baby girl! I want you, daddy!"

She released my cock and pressed her ass back against me, grinding her hips into me. I reached down and spread her ass cheeks open, and planted myself deep between her buttocks. I then moved my hands around to the front of her shirt, and lifted it up, moving towards her breasts. 

I took each of my daughter's breasts into one hand and began to cup them, to squeeze them. Her nipples were already rock hard and I began to pinch them lightly.

"Oh, yes, daddy! That feels so good!" She closed her eyes, and put her head further back onto my chest, still rhythmically moving her hips against my throbbing cock. Rocking us slowly together, in a lover's embrace. Father and daughter.

I moved my hands back down to my daughter's buttocks, and slowly started to caress them, squeezing them more. I gently parted her ass cheeks and pressed my engorged cock head deep between her cheeks. My daughter's buttocks were spread wide open now as our bodies pressed together. I looked down and could see my precum spreading around her anus. Her daddy's sticky strands of precum were clinging to her body, creating a carnal scene of glistening incestuous lust.

I was aching now for my daughter. I wanted to plunge my cock into her body, to fill her, to stretch her, to feel my daughter's warm tight pussy around my throbbing cock, and then to spew her daddy's love seed deep into her. I wanted to press my cock into her anus, her pretty pink puckered anus, and enter her body, see her strain to take all of me within her, stretching her wide open. I reached around and grasped her breasts again. Our bodies were pressed frantically together, rocking as one. Each aching for some kind of release.

My lust for my daughter felt so taboo, so perverse, yet so perfect. And her body was aching for mine with such an intense urgency. She was squirming in a passionate and heated frenzy, pressing her beautiful body against mine. Pining for her father's penis and his thick ribbons of his cum. 

Our bodies looked so beautiful, entwined together. Father and daughter. Sharing their love, and giving each other such intense pleasure. My beautiful daughter's body felt so smooth and silky. Just like I remember her mother's decades ago. Her skin was like satin, and her scent so intoxicating. 

It was such an erotic feeling knowing that my daughter lusted for her daddy, the man whose cum made her. The daddy who has cared and nurtured her all her life. And now she was a woman, returning that love with a woman's passion. Giving her body to her father. Grasping her father's penis and longing for his cum.

The sensations were so intense. My daughter could feel my cock starting to pulsate, and with one hand, grabbed one of my hands off her tit and moved it quickly down to her pussy, shoving my fingers up between her legs, into her drenching wetness.

"Oh, daddy. I want you to feel what you're doing to me! Feel how wet you're making your little girl!" she screamed. "Now cum on me! Cum all over your baby girl, daddy! I want to feel your warm, thick seed all over my body!"

With that, I plunged my fingers deep into my daughter's pussy, and felt the amazing softness, the dripping wetness. I could not hold back any longer. My cock swelled up and began to explode, spewing my cum all over my baby girl. I'm cumming on my daughter! This could never be changed now!

I was cumming so hard, and my cum was covering both of us. Dripping down her back and into her ass. She kept milking me by frantically pressing her butt cheeks into me until she felt the last gushes of my cum.

Then she turned around, kissed me passionately, pulled off her shirt, pulled off my shirt, and wrapped her loving arms around me. We were now totally naked, in a lover's embrace. She reached around and took some of my cum from her back onto her hand. Then, looking deep into my eyes, she brought her cum-covered fingers to her mouth, and slowly licked my cum off her fingers.

"Daddy, I've always wanted to taste your cum. The cum that made. It is so musky, thick and sexy. I love you daddy." Her words were so beautiful.

With that, I took my dripping fingers that had been planted deep into her soft, dripping pussy, and brought them to my lips as well. I looked into my sweet daughter's eyes, and licked her pussy juice off my fingers, making love to her with my eyes as I did so. She tasted so delicious.

"I love you too honey. And I am speechless," I confessed.

Lisa held me close. "Oh, daddy. This is going to be so good. Our love for each other is exposed now, we're naked, so passionate for each other, and our love life ahead is just beginning. I want you so bad. I want you to fill my pussy with your thick cock. I want my daddy's cock to fill me! Fill my cunt, fill my mouth, fill every inch of my body!"

I kissed my daughter passionately on her lips, our tongues intertwining. She pressed her body close against mine, grinding her pussy against me as she strained to pleasure her clit. I picked her up into my arms, and walked slowly with my daughter, still kissing, cum covered, naked, and blazing with passion, into her bedroom.

The End



Incestuous Liaison Ch. 02



Chapter 02: Delicious Oral Sex between Father and Daughter

Daddy held me tight in his arms, and was sensuously squeezing my body as he carried me down the hallway. I could feel his lust for me running like a current through both our bodies, and I ached for him. Our mouths were devouring each other in a heated passion, and our tongues intertwined, searching for deeper penetration into each others bodies.

I had just seduced my daddy into our passionate first sexual experience, and my clit was literally throbbing for release thinking about what we had just done. I was home from college for the summer, and wanted to finally reveal my feelings of physical attraction to daddy. 

I had just turned 20, and felt I was fully aware of what I was about to do. I also wanted to see if daddy shared those same feelings for me. So now here we were, covered in the cum that he creamed onto my body, pressing up against me from behind, hungrily making our way down the hall for our full consummation as lover's. Daddy and I were moving from a father-daughter relationship, to a carnal man-woman relationship, as full lovers.

"Which room is he taking me to?" I wondered. Daddy turned into my bedroom. "Oh, daddy," I thought. "I want you to fuck me so bad with your thick monster cock. To stretch your little girl open and pleasure me deeply." I was dripping wet now, and my pussy was pulsing, but I didn't want to appear too desperate. He had just cum, which relived his sexual tension for the moment, but I was bursting at the seams.

Daddy laid me down gently on my bed, came up beside me, wrapped his arms around me and looked deeply into my eyes.

"Lisa, honey. What we did just now was so beautiful, but I'm not sure we can do anymore. You are my daughter, and this is just not right," he said.

"Oh daddy, why do you say that? It was so beautiful. We love each other, we are attracted to each other, and you just came all over me. Nothing can change that now, and we are lovers now daddy," I proclaimed. "Besides, my clit is about to explode, so I need you to finish me off!"

With that, daddy's eyes grew ravenous, and he began kissing me passionately. Starting first on my lips. I opened my mouth in rapt desire, and began to breathe harder, allowing my daddy to take me. He moved his beautiful lips down lower, and started to kiss and tickle my neck. It felt so good, and started to moan softly. 

I could tell daddy was breathing me in as he kissed me, drinking in and relishing my womanly scent. He began to move his lips further down my body, and I could feel him pause as he reached my breasts and nipples. He raised up a bit and began to gently caress and mold my breasts in his hands. Then he went down on my nipples like a ravenous wolf, and began to flick me with his tongue and suck hard on me.

I was in absolute bliss. My nipples shot up erect, hard and long, and filled daddy's mouth. I could feel the sensations dart immediately down to my pussy, further engorging my already swollen clit. I held daddy's head in my hands and drew him further into my body, pressing him into my breasts.

"Oh, daddy. That feels so good! I love you, daddy. Pleasure me more! Pleasure you little girl between her legs! I long for you there daddy. I lust for you as a hungry woman!" I pleaded.

Daddy seemed encouraged by my invitation, but his mouth was too preoccupied to reply. He released my nipples with a loud sucking sound, and moved slowly down to my belly. I instinctively parted my legs for daddy, allowing him access to my aching wet cunt, my full, flowered labia. He positioned himself between my thighs, and looked up at me. I could see he was hesitating.

"Oh baby. You know I love you, but I'm just not sure about this. You're my beautiful daughter, and I want you to save yourself for your special man," he said.

"Daddy! You are my special man! I want you more than anyone else in the world. Eat me daddy! Please eat me!" I pleaded.

With that, I grabbed daddy's head and plunged him into my cunt. It took just a moment for him to begin to devour me, and I was in ecstasy. He plunged his tongue deep within me, reaching into the depths of my pussy with his hungry mouth. I parted my legs even further to allow him deeper penetration.

Daddy was tongue fucking me deeply, and it felt so delicious. I held my hands behind his head and gyrated my hips into his mouth. I arched myself down and forward a bit, straining to plant my clit in the path of his ravaging mouth.

Daddy sensed what his daughter needed, and began to devour my engorged clit. Alternating between flicking it with his tongue, rubbing it between his lips, plunging his tongue deep inside my soaking wet pussy hole, and stretching my labia as he held my flesh tightly between his lips.

The pleasure was so intense and exquisite, and I could not take it any longer. I could feel my pussy walls tighten, my clit twitching, and I started to explode. "Oh, daddy, you're making me cum!" I screamed. "It feels so fucking good! Eat me daddy, eat me!"

With that, I exploded in wave after wave of sheer orgasmic bliss. I was cumming so hard that I was gushing huge amounts of pussy juice into my daddy's mouth, and he was swallowing it down like a hungry animal! His throat was moving quickly to take his baby girl's juice down. The sounds of my wetness filled the air, and seeing our bodies locked together kept my delicious orgasm exploding.

I finally began to feel my convulsions subside. "Daddy, that was so beautiful. Thank you so much for pleasuring me that way! I've always dreamed about you eating me like that, daddy. I can't tell you how many times I've laid right here on my bed, fingering myself to the fantasy of you doing that to me, daddy, and now it's real!"

"Oh baby, you taste to good! I love you, and I love eating my daughter like that! And now I have your sweet nectar swallowed deep within my body. Thank you for giving me such pleasure too, honey!" daddy replied.

"Come here daddy," I returned. "Now I want to pleasure you that way too." With that, I turned my body and positioned my mouth directly next to my daddy's thick cock, being sure to keep my pussy close to his mouth. Daddy was hard again now, and I gently took his huge cock into my hand.

I began stroking his long, thick cock, and he became even harder and bigger. I could see him close his eyes. With that, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the bulb of his cock, wetting it thoroughly with my saliva. I began to squeeze the head of daddy's cock between my lips, and I could hear him start to moan softly.

I briefly removed his thick cock from my mouth, but continued squeezing his wet bulb with my hand. "Do you like that daddy?" I asked. He didn't need to reply. I already knew the answer, and re-inserted him into my mouth. I started to suck firmly on his cock head, and I could feel his slippery precum start to ooze out. I played with it in my mouth, then swallowed it down. It made me so horny to think that I was swallowing my daddy's love nectar. 

I felt the lust building again between my legs, and I parted my thighs for him, wrapping my soft youthful legs around his head. He knew what his baby wanted, and responded by burying his face deep between my legs. We were both covered in wetness. He started to tongue me deeply again, licking me from end to end. First, deeply plunging himself into my gaping vaginal opening, then emerging and teasing my clit, sucking on my long labia, then working his way backward, across my cunt opening again, and back to the edge of my anus. 

Daddy continued in this rhythmic pattern, repeatedly licking me back and forth. Each time, getting a little closer to my anus. Now I knew what he wanted, and it made me even more horny thinking that my daddy wanted my asshole. I returned my attention to pleasuring his massive cock.

I began to suck on daddy even harder, taking him deeper into my mouth. I took as much of him as I could into me, and down my throat. My jaw felt so stretched, and he felt so deep, but I could see there was even more of his length to take! I so much wanted all of him! I wanted all of my daddy, and I was determined to take him completely down inside me! I opened my mouth even further, relaxed my throat, and pushed my head further down on his massive shaft.

My lips and tongue were working hard to keep him lubricated with my saliva, and I began to drool a little out of the corner of my mouth. I was sucking hard, pleasuring his shaft, and pressing his cock head down into my throat. I was hoping this day would sometime arrive, and I had read in books about what to do next, so I relaxed my throat and let my gag reflex subside. Daddy's cock was so huge, and I loved having all of him stuffed inside of me. 

I fully submitted to his huge size, and let him enter my body deeply. It was so fucking hot at this point, thinking that his daughter finally had her daddy's full length within her. Then, I felt daddy's cock start to pulsate.

Daddy and I were now carnally locked deeply together, and our mutual moans filled the air. Our animal sounds were accompanied by the sounds of our wet flesh sloshing against one anothers bodies. I drew my head slowly back, releasing him from my throat, gasping for air, and then began to pump daddy's cock deep in and out of my mouth. He squirmed in ecstasy as I did this, plunging his tongue deeper into my cunt, and then licking my asshole without reservation.

Everything we were doing felt so taboo, so perverse, and the thought of us doing this got me even more horny with every passing second. I ground my hips hard into daddy's mouth and gave him full access to my asshole. He responded by plunging his tongue deeper into my anus, and the resulting sensation shot right through to my insides! Daddy started to savagely lick the rim of my asshole, then he plunged his tongue deep inside my anus, and we both moaned with pleasure!

Daddy's tongue fucking made me ready to cum again. I tightened my thighs around him, and began to grind my pussy hard into his face. Daddy tongued me even deeper in my pussy, and I began to feel my pussy walls contract.

At that same moment, I felt daddy's huge cock begin to contract as well. I knew I had to swallow his cum straight down when he came, letting him shoot right down my throat. I was in full submission to my daddy, and ready to accept his carnal seed.

My pussy began to violently contract around daddy's tongue, and I grinded my clit hard into his lips. My lustful and carnal response sent him over the top, and then my sweet daddy began to cum, spewing his huge jets of warm cum down my throat! I felt so satisfied knowing I was taking my daddy's ribbons of seed deep inside me! The same seed that made me was now deep inside my body! I wanted him to fill every inch of me with his seed. My cunt, my ass, my throat. I thought I could never get enough of daddy!

I quickly swallowed the bursts of his cum down, knowing that if I slowed, I'd begin to choke. I gulped and gulped, taking daddy's huge loads down, deep into my tummy. I had dreamed and lusted for this moment for so long! And now I wanted to taste everything that daddy had to offer me!

Daddy was cumming so much that some of his cum started to drip out the sides of my mouth and down my cheek. I could taste and smell his musky cum, and the carnal scent made me so horny.

At the same moment, I began to cum again myself, gushing my cunt juice into my daddy's mouth, and he was swallowing it down furiously! Here we were, father and daughter, drinking each others cum down, united in carnal and lustful urgency. We furiously grinded our groins into each others soft mouths, both giving and receiving such pleasure! And such profuse liquid!

Our orgasmic contractions began to eventually subside, but we lingered there with each other a little longer, both sucking out the very last spasm of juice from each others body. When the last drop had been milked, we both released our oral grip on the other with a loud and earthly, popping wet sound, and rested our heads on each others inner thighs, both panting heavily.

"Oh daddy," I started, still gulping down the last of his cum.

"Oh baby, I hardly know what to say," he replied, licking his lips, tasting and swallowing the last of my pussy juice as well.

"That was so good daddy! I love the taste of your cum! And now it's deep inside my body, daddy! All the thick ribbons of your horny cum. The horny cum for your daughter!" I exclaimed.

I could feel a bit of his cream still on the side of my cheek, and wiped it with my finger into my mouth. I played with the last of his thick cum in my mouth, savoring the taste and texture. Then I slowly swallowed the last bit down into my body.

"Oh, sweetheart! That was so beautiful, honey! I love drinking your delicious pussy juice down my throat and into my body!" daddy moaned.

"Daddy, you know we're going to be lovers now for a long, long time now! Let's move away from here and pretend to be husband and wife!" I wanted my daddy so badly!

"You know, princess. I never thought it could be possible, but now, I think perhaps it can be! I love you Lisa, honey. Perhaps we can go away to a remote place, even marry, and live our love out in full view. Would you like that honey?" daddy asked.

"Oh yes! Oh yes, daddy! Let's you and me go far, far away. To a far-away land like you used to read about to me. But this time, as a man and woman! I have so much more of myself I want to give you daddy! I want you to fill every inch of my body, daddy. To stretch me open and make be howl with pleasure!" I cried.

We rested our heads down on each others inner thighs, savoring the remnants of each others bodily wetness. The remnants of the torrents of lust that father and daughter had just shared and swallowed down We each wanted to share each others bodies even more, but for now, we drifted off into a deep, sweet, private sleep. Me and my daddy.

The end. 



Incestuous Liaison Ch. 03



Chapter 03: Father and Daughter Consummate their Love

I roused slowly from my sleep, feeling my sweet daughter's naked body warmly pressed against mine. She looked so beautiful, so soft, so tender.

Lisa was 20 now, and certainly old enough to know what she was doing when she seduced me this earlier this morning. And I was certainly old enough to have resisted, but I did succumb. My burning lust for my daughter melted away my resistance once she let her true feelings for me be known. And now we lay sleeping as lovers after our lustful lovemaking. I could still taste her pussy juice in my mouth, and could see the last of my cum still covering her lips.

I looked at my daughter as she lay there sleeping, our bodies still entwined. Her curves were beautiful. Her rounded hips, her sensuous ass. Since I was still laying between her legs, I could even see the pretty little curves of her asshole, peeking out from between her buttocks. I began to caress her, and felt the blood start to rush back to my cock.

Her skin was so soft and tender. Supple, and as smooth as a dolphin. It had been so many years since I myself had been that soft, and the contrasting images of our naked bodies was beautiful. An experienced man, rough skinned now, and his lovely daughter, their naked bodies intertwined, united in their love and lust for each other.

I began to stroke Lisa softly, gently caressing her inner thighs, and moving my hands to her beautiful, perfectly formed breasts. I gently cupped each of her breasts, and lightly rolled her nipples between my fingers. She started to stir from her sweet sleep, and her nipples grew long and started to harden. She had fantastic nipples, the longest I had ever seen on any woman. Yet I already knew how long they were prior to seeing her naked, as I have frequently seen them harden under her sheer tee shirts as she moved bra-less around the house. Now I know how much she enjoyed seeing the bulge rise in my pants whenever she did that, although I tried not to acknowledge it whenever it happened.

As Lisa began to stir from her sleep, I moved my hand back to her pretty ass, and began to massage her buttocks. They were so soft and delicate, and it was so beautiful to be massaging my naked daughter's body. I moved my finger between her ass cheeks, and began to lightly stroke her anus. It was puckered and pretty. The beautiful asshole of a beautiful girl.

Lisa slowly opened her eyes, and looked up at me with a sleepy, sensuous gaze. 

"Morning again, Daddy."

"Morning, honey," I returned.

"That was so beautiful, daddy. And I can see you're starting to get hard again," she teased.

Lisa gently moved her hand to my half-limp cock, and gently took me into her grip. She wrapped her pretty hand around my cock, and started to gently squeeze me, then stroke me, still looking into my eyes. I could feel myself getting harder, and I saw Lisa smile.

"Yes, it was beautiful, honey. I still can't believe we are doing this. But your are so beautiful, you know. A beautiful woman, and a beautiful daughter," I confessed.

"Oh, thank you daddy. I have waited for this for so long, and it's so delicious to see my naked father in bed with me. You're getting harder, dad, I can feel your cock growing in my hand as I'm stroking you," she said, starting to breathe a little heavier.

"It feels so good, honey," I replied.

"Daddy, do me too," Lisa whispered, and parted her pretty, supple legs for me to enter her. 

I moved my fingers to my daughter's pussy opening, and slowly entered her beautiful body. She was so soft and so wet, my fingers entered her opening effortlessly. The silky skin of my daughter's pussy was the most delicious thing I had ever felt. This was so taboo. I was finger fucking my sweet daughter, and she was so eager for it. By now, my cock was fully engorged, and I could see my size now dwarfing Lisa's pretty hand.

My daughter was massaging the full length of my manhood, and sweetly moaning as I penetrated my fingers into her pussy. Without saying a word, Lisa raised herself up on her knees, gently straightened my body, and gazed at my nakedness, still stroking my monster cock. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her perfect curves unchanged by time. Supple, soft, delicate, tight. My beautiful naked daughter with a lustful love light in her sleepy eyes for her daddy.

Lisa then parted her legs and mounted up on top of me, griping my cock firmly beneath her. As she straddled me, she looked deeply and seriously into my eyes.

"I want you, daddy. I want you inside my body. I want our bodies to become one," she said, sounding confident, sexy, and very sure of herself. I could not believe this was happening.

"No, honey, we mustn't," I started, but I knew there was no stopping us now that we had reached this moment.

Without saying a word, Lisa brought the large bulb of my cock to the opening of her pussy lips, and pressed me against her. She rubbed my bulb around her opening, massaging her long dangling pussy lips with my meat, and pressing me gently into her opening. My daughter then moved her hand down to my cock shaft to steady me, and began to slowly lower herself onto me.

"Daddy, I have waited for this moment for so long. I have dreamed so often about this exact moment. I want you so badly, daddy! I want you to come inside me, fill me, stretch wide me open. I want my daddy's huge cock inside me, and I want you to fuck your baby daughter, daddy! Fuck me now, daddy, and fuck me hard. But start by entering my body slowly so I can feel every inch of you slowing penetrating me. I want to feel you spreading me open, spreading my pussy lips part, spreading the walls of my vagina open, stretching me wide with your big cock, and pressing deep up against my insides. Do you want this too, daddy? Do you want your baby girl?" she asked.

"Oh, Lisa, you are so beautiful. Yes, I want you! I've always wanted you. Come take your daddy. I want to fill you and pleasure you deeply, honey. I want to fill my daughter's body with her father's manhood," I confided. This felt so taboo, but so beautiful and sensual.

Lisa slowly start to lower herself down on my cock, and I could feel her drenching wetness begin to envelop me. Yet, I felt a little resistance. I thought perhaps I was pushing into the wrong spot, then I saw Lisa's sweet face grimace for a moment, then relax. I then began to slide effortlessly into her. Lisa looked lovingly into my eyes. 

"I saved myself for you daddy. I wanted you to be the first man to enter me. I've just given you my virginity, daddy. You've just had your virgin daughter." Her voice was so sweet and loving.

I could not believe what she had said. I raised myself up and wrapped my arms around her, still halfway inside her cunt.

"Oh, baby, you shouldn't have. How beautiful, what a gift! Thank you honey!" I passionately replied, and kissed her deeply on the lips. Her lips parted for me, and our tongues intertwined.

"Now lay back daddy, while you slowly come inside me. Your daughter's now going to have the rest of you," she panted.

I rested back down, and could see a little trickle of blood on my cock shaft, but Lisa's face only showed pure pleasure. She slowly continued to lower her beautiful soft body down onto my cock, wiggling her legs open a little further and adjusting her hips for better entry, widening her opening. I could see she was straining a little with my size, but she was determined to have all of me in her. She wiggled her hips a little more, to open her hole even further, and my length kept penetrating her further.

Lisa then raised herself up on my shaft a bit, collecting her wetness for additional lubrication, then slid fully back down on my cock. With this final push, she planted my full length into her pussy, and began to grid her hips on me.

"There, now I have all of you daddy. Your little girl has every inch your cock inside me. You feel so big. I feel like I'm stuffed full, and I can feel you pushing up deep, stretching me open. You've made my cunt into a lovers cunt now. You've taken my virginity daddy, so now fuck me like a lover. Fuck your little girl!" She sounded so sensual.

I could not believe this sight, my beautiful naked daughter on top of me. Her soft supple legs wrapped around me. My cock impaling my beautiful daughter's body, and my massive length disappeared fully into her. We were locked together. My daughter was stretched so wide open, her legs far apart, rocking her clit against me. We both began to moan. Lisa's pussy felt so tight around me. A virgin pussy. My sweet daughter's tight virgin pussy was wrapped around me, savoring the first tastes of consummated carnal pleasure.

My daughter's beautiful breasts began to sway back and forth as she rocked on top of me, and we were gyrating our pelvises together. I caressed her thighs, her hips, then moved my hands up to her swaying breasts. Lisa closed her eyes, rolled her head back, and tossed her hair in ecstasy. Her hair wrapped around her face and she looked stunning.

I sat up, held her face with my hands and began to kiss her passionately. Our tongues intertwined, and the urgency of our passionate sex increased. I was locked deep inside her body, thrusting my hips up into her, and she was frantically grinding her pussy on me, slightly raising and lowering herself in rhythm with me.

"This feels so fucking good, daddy!" she cried. "Fuck me harder, fuck me harder! Flood your seed into me! Flood your daughter with your incestuous sperm! I want you daddy! Flood my incestuous raging cunt! We're fucking, daddy! I'm fucking my father!" Lisa was crazed now with passion.

I pumped my daughter's cunt harder and harder, her clit grinding against me. I began to feel her tight pussy walls start to contract and grip me, and I knew she was starting to cum. 

"Oh, daddy," she cried, and her cunt exploded in wave after wave of orgasmic contractions, gushing her love juice all over both of us, covering us in delicious sex-saturated wetness.

The feel of my daughter's contracting pussy set me over the top, and I began to cum as well. I began exploding into her tight pussy with an incredible force, spewing my seed in gush after gush deep into her body. Our rhythmic contractions were feeding off each other, and our orgasms seemed to last forever. We were in sheer bliss.

"Yes, daddy, give me your cum! Fill my cunt with your cum! Oh, yes, fuck me daddy! Fuck your little girl! I can feel your warm cum inside of me and dripping out my cunt!" Lisa was in sheer ecstasy.

As we pumped each other bodies, our orgasms slowly began to subside, and we collapsed on the bed, still tightly in each others arms, my cock still planted deeply inside her. Our intermingled cum covered both of us.

My daughter's pretty legs were still wrapped tightly around me, holding my cock inside her as we lay prone, nestled in each others arms. I began to lightly stroke her hair, and she caressed my chest.

"That was so beautiful, honey. I love you." I said.

"Yes, it was daddy. That was the most beautiful experience of my life. I've lost my virginity to my father, and have just had the most intense orgasm of my life. I never knew sex could be as good as that. I think the rest of my college summer vacation is going to very memorable, daddy. And we'll have to talk about what to do in the Fall." Lisa's voice was soft, and full of love. 

My daughter Lisa looked longingly into my eyes, and slowly started to move her hips again. She had felt that I was still hard, and the sounds of our wet bodies pressing together began to fill the air. 

"Yes, honey, we will. We'll have to talk about the future. Things are changed now forever, and I always want you to be by my side," I said, kissing her gently.

"Come here, daddy," she said, sounding excited. "I want to try something."

Lisa slowly eased off my cock, and we both watched and every inch of my still hard penis withdrew from deep within her body. She then rolled over so her back was against my chest, and pressed her buttocks back onto my cock.

"Daddy, we're both so wet. Lube me up with our wetness and try coming inside my butt. I know you like my ass, daddy, and I want to feel what's it's like. I want to give my ass to you, daddy, and want to feel you stuffed deep inside me. Please, don't say no, daddy!" she cried. "Let's try it!"

I needed very little encouragement after that, and moved my fingers down between my daughter's legs. Scooping up our combined wetness, I began to massage her anus with the moisture. First on the outside of her anus, spreading and covering her with our wetness. I then began to slide a finger into her anus, and she let out a breath.

"Oh, daddy, that feels good. And it's so hot to know you're doing it to me. Sticking your finger up your little girls ass! Go deeper daddy!" she encouraged.

With that, I began finger fucking her asshole, sliding in and out, loosing up her muscles. I gathered more wetness, then entered her with a second finger, stretching her anus open even further. I moved both fingers in and out of her asshole, mesmerized by the sight. She began to pant slightly, and began to arch her back and spread her hips for deeper anal penetration.

"That's good honey, just relax. Relax your muscles and let me enter your anus deeper. I love seeing you lay there like that. You look so pretty," I encouraged her.

"Oh, daddy, that feels good. So intense. Now try putting your penis into me daddy. But go slow. You're so big, maybe just your bulb first," she said, a little nervously.

I withdrew my fingers from my daughter's asshole, and could see her anus remaining open for a moment, then slowly start to close. I lubricated her opening further, then pressed the bulb of my hard penis into her anal opening. Lisa relaxed, and I began to enter her.

"Oh, daddy, yes! Fuck me up the ass daddy. Sodomize your little girl. Stretch me and fill me daddy!" she cried.

Her words were so sexy, so perverse. With that, I pressed the bulb of my cock passed her anus and began to push my shaft into her. After every half inch or so, I paused, waiting for her body to become accustomed to the extra size. I felt her anus start to contract around me and it felt so delicious.

"Oh baby," I cried. "I can feel you tightening around my cock!" I panted.

"I'm glad you like it daddy. This feels so intense! I so good to have you up inside my ass! Press further, daddy. I'm ok. Keep going. I want to see if I can take all of you in me!" my daughter pleaded. 

I began to pump my cock in and out of my baby's ass, stretching her open for the final penetration. I then thrust my cock deep into her ass for the final penetration. I felt her relax her muscles, and lift her ass slightly into the air. Lisa moved her hand behind her, and lifted her butt cheek to allow easier entry.

"All of it daddy, all of it! I want all of your cock up my ass. Then flood me again with your cum! I want to feel you explode in me ass!" she pined.

Her words were enough to almost make me start to cum. As she lifted her ass into the air, I pressed the rest of my cock into her, filling her rectum with her father's massive cock. My daughter was panting heavily now, her mouth gaped open, and her pretty face pressed into the pillow. She was filled with the intense carnal sensation of being fucked up the ass by her father. I was sodomizing my little girl, and the thought of that set me over the top. I began cumming into my daughter's ass, filling her body with load after load of my sperm. 

"Oh, yes daddy, come! Come in my ass! Mmm!" she cried, mouth still gaped open, panting for air. "I feel so stuffed full, my body feels like it is splitting open! You cock is so deep inside me daddy! Your cock is stuffed deep up my ass! Every inch of your beautiful cock!" Lisa cried, and began to contract her anus around my cock, milking every last drop of cum out of my balls.

When my orgasm began to subside, I slowly withdrew my length from my daughter's asshole, then watched as my cum began to drip out of her anus. Her anus remained gaped open, and then began to slowly close, still moaning with a guttural sound from deep within. She turned over, and looked deeply into my eyes, catching her breath.

"Did you like that daddy? I took all of you inside me, and it felt so fucking intense! And you came up my ass daddy! You fucked your daughter up the ass and you filled me with your cum! Did you like it, daddy?" she asked.

"Oh, yes, baby! It was incredible! You are so beautiful!" I cried.

"Well daddy, now that I know I can take all of you up there, you can do that to me again whenever you like! I know you love my ass, so go ahead and fuck it whenever you want!" she promised.

Lisa wrapped her arms around me and we lay there in a deep lovers embrace, father and daughter. We closed our eyes for a little rest, both knowing we'd never leave this bed for the rest of the weekend, and knowing we had a beautiful future to share together.

The End



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Special thanks to jn23 for the story concept. As always, your votes and comments are greatly appreciated. Please enjoy...

My mother and I had recently moved into a new apartment in down town LA. She had just gotten divorced from her second husband of a few short years and was on her way to getting back on her feet again. We settled in just fine as I began my second semester at a nearby university, while my mom was looking to resume her career in the modeling industry. 

But at 45 years old, my mother, Donna, now found herself struggling to get hired for jobs she normally would have no trouble getting. She was still a very beautiful lady having that California beach blond look most men go crazy over; with her wavy blond hair, a golden brown tan, and a perfectly fit 5'7" body to top it all off. But no matter how gorgeous she looked, there was still the issue of this city having more models than anyone knew what to do with. And of course there's the long lay off she's had from working in this business.

My mother always used to complain, 'There isn't much modeling work for women my age,' when looking for a new job. 

All of that changed when she recently met a man named John. She never said much about him other than he was a very wealthy businessman and that he was paying her a lot of money for small gigs. She was vague about the type of work she was doing for him. But the only thing that mattered to me was that our financial worries were gone and that it was the happiest I've seen her in a very long time.

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"Mark, there's something I've been meaning to ask you," my mother said as we finished dinner. "I know this sounds a little odd, but remember that person I've told you about who's been hiring me lately? Well we've been chatting, and when I told him I have a 19 year old son, he expressed a lot of interest in having you participate in some of our shoots."

"Really? I don't know about that mom. And even if I was interested, you know I'm not a natural in front of the camera like you are," I replied.

"I understand how you may feel about this and how you don't always enjoy being in front of the camera. But he has a lot of connections with local modeling agencies and he is willing to put in a good word for me if we do this. Plus he'll be paying a lot of money- $10,000 dollars for about an hours work."

"$10,000 dollars for modeling? Jeez, that's a lot of money he's throwing around right there. What does he want me to do anyways? And why does he even want me there at all?"

"Absolutely that's a lot of money, which is why I intend on keeping him happy," she said, sounding defensive in her response. "He's interested in adding family photos to his collection. It's difficult to explain, in fact, I'm not fully sure if I understand it completely myself...but...well...he's sort of got an odd fetish I think. When he brought this up, I was under the impression that he has a liking for this type of thing."

"Oh god, mom...please tell me you don't mean what I think you mean." 

"It might be," she replied, almost looking embarrassed. "At least that's the vibe I got from him when he made the offer. I mean the type of questions he was asking and things he was implying about what he wanted us to do..."

I cut her off right as she said that, "Implying? Like what?"

"Well...he asked things like if I still kiss you good night, and how I felt about possibly showing him that in front of the camera..."

"...Okay, now I know that this guy is a weirdo. There's no way in hell I'm ever going to do anything for him," I told her.

"Now wait a minute Mark, I know how odd this may be for the both of us, which is why I've given it a lot of serious thought before asking you. But think about how much is at stake here. He's willing to pay us $10,000 dollars in cash; even more if he likes what he's getting. On top of that, he's going to put in a good word for me to all of his friends so that I can get more modeling work. Now all we'd have to do is just pose for a few pictures, which will never be made public, maybe share a small kiss on the check here and there, and that's it! Besides, that education of yours doesn't come cheap mister. And neither does this apartment, so think of this as helping your mother out a little around here."

I was impressed by my mother's strong case and replied, "You definitely make a great point there. Fine, I guess I'll do it..."

She raised her eyebrow. "You guess? You don't sound so sure of yourself. I won't do it unless you're absolutely sure about this."

"Fine, I'm 100% sure about this mom."

A broad smile suddenly appeared on her face and she got up to give me a big hug. "Fantastic! I'll give him a call tomorrow morning to make an appointment."

***THE PHOTO SHOOT***

(One week later)

The studio was exactly what I expected it to look like. It was a large spacious area with camera equipment and different backdrops and props lying around. It also had areas for dressing and make up. The only real surprise to me was how few people were there. There was only the man who was hiring us, a male photographer, and a female assistant. But then again, this is a private session.

John was a man in his 50's. He had a very serious look to him when I first met him, but his mood quickly turned around when he saw our ID's and family photos confirming that we were in fact mother and son. He then insisted on showing me around the studio to chat while his assistant was helping my mom with her wardrobe and make up. 

***

"So has your mother told you what we'll be doing here today?" he asked with a smile.

"She gave me an idea, sure, but she was pretty vague about the whole thing. It seemed like she didn't know much about this either other than it was family oriented."

"Then let's not concern ourselves with the details then," he said, flashing another smile. "The only thing you need to do right now is relax- don't be nervous. Keep in mind that this will only end up being pleasurable for you and the both of you will be well compensated." 

I was struck by his last words and the emphasis he had on the word 'pleasurable.'

He continued, "I've been fortunate to experience many different things in life. So now, I've decided that I might as well spend money on something that I've always wanted but couldn't experience on my own. The best part is, none of us will have to worry about the consequences here. The two other people here work exclusively for me and have all signed confidentiality agreements; and we've worked together for a long time and I trust them. No one will ever know about this."

Before I could reply, my mother came out of the dressing area wearing high heels, a plain white dress shirt, and dark grey colored pants that a business woman would wear. It was also clear that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath as her nipples slightly protruded from her top and her breasts hung free. She looked incredibly sexy.

"It looks like we're ready to begin," John said.

***

The shoot was simple at first. It was just me and my mom striking simple poses while the photographer took pictures and the other two looked on.

A stool was brought out of me to sit on where we took a few more pictures. But this time, they were slightly more intimate with my mom having her arm around me, planting a few motherly kisses on my check. 

"Donna, I want you to unbutton the top part of your shirt," John instructed.

Me and my mom were both stunned by what he had just asked her to do, and how brazen he was in asking for such a thing.

"But I'm not wearing a bra," she told him.

John casually replied, "I know. I'm the one who picked your outfit. Now do it, and make sure your son can get a good look inside."

"Now wait a minute, you never mentioned anything about..." my mother replied boldly before being cut off.

"...I didn't. But you knew what this was about when you brought your son here. And let's not forget how much I'm paying you and helping you with my connections. Now start unbuttoning your shirt, we wouldn't want your son to wait any longer."

She looked defeated as she held her head down for a moment and slowly began undoing the top buttons on her shirt as the camera kept clicking away. I couldn't take my eyes off of her chest even though no one was telling me to look at this point. And as her top became open, I found myself becoming aroused at my own mother's body for the first time in my life, particularly the clear view I had at the side of her breast. She had a contrasting bikini tan line, where her body was nicely tanned, but her breasts were pale white.

"Open it wider so your son can see what's inside," he commanded.

My mom gave up any opposition she had to any of this as she lifted one side of her shirt revealing her bare breast. Her large nipple immediately grabbed my attention and I'm sure everyone else's in the room. It was bright pink and looked stiff as it was pointing straight forward.

"Now I want you to nurse him the way you used to do it many years ago," John said in a serious manner.

To my surprise, my mother didn't put up a fight as she completely opened one side of her dress shirt and gently pulled my head down to suck on her nipple. I obliged as I took one of her most private areas inside my mouth. I immediately began sucking on my mother's long and thick nipple, rolling it around in my mouth, and flickering my tongue across it as the camera started flashing like crazy. 

I found myself enjoying this simple sex act on my mother. She was enjoying it as well as she started moaning and rubbing her hand through my hair from her son sucking her large nipple. 

"I love seeing you get pleasure out of this Donna, and it appears your son is as well," John said.

I stopped sucking and we both looked at him. He was looking down at my crotch to my growing erection, which my mother noticed after he pointed it out.

"Now why don't you be a good mother and take care of that for him," he continued. "I'm sure he would love it. Take care of him the way you've been taking care of me these past few weeks."

"Oh god, you CAN'T be serious about this John..." my mother replied in horror.

"I am serious- serious enough to double your salary for this session. I'll give you $20,000 in cash if you give your son a blowjob right now."

My mom looked like she gave it a serious thought for a moment before looking me right in the eyes with a bewildered look. It was the type of look which said, 'I'm sorry, but I'm going to do this,' as she got down on her knees and began undoing my pants.

She didn't hesitate to grab my semi-erect penis once it was freed and insert it inside of her mouth. The camera immediately started flashing in a frenzy the moment she started sucking. More flashes followed each time my mother bobbed her head back and forth on my now swollen cock.

It felt amazing. I'm no stranger to sex, but this was different. For the first time in my life, I knew what it was like to be pleasured by a mature woman who was experienced sexually. She was sucking my cock so hard that it almost felt like the grip of a hand, only covered with warm saliva and a wet tongue. Her face and cheeks even started to look caved in around the shape of my cock.

For that moment, I didn't care that I was being orally pleasured by my own mother because of how fantastic it felt. And my mother didn't care that she was sucking her own son's cock because she was being generously paid for it for it. So for the next few minutes, she continued giving me a blowjob while the others looked on in disbelief that an actual mother & son would ever do such a thing with each other.

"I'm about to cum...I'm about to cum..." I panted.

"Good," John said. "Now I want you to stroke yourself and finish in your mother's mouth."

I did what I was told as I grabbed a hold of my hard-on after my mother had spit it out of her mouth, and I began stroking myself. She held her mouth open waiting for my cum. And for the first time since she started sucking my cock, we looked each other directly in the eyes. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. I couldn't tell if she enjoyed doing this whole thing or not, but it looked like she didn't hate it either.

Seeing her in such a vulnerable position with one of her breasts hanging out was more than enough to send me over the edge with a major orgasm. I kept furiously stroking my saliva covered cock and flooded my mother's mouth with cum. She didn't flinch either at the first few squirts, showing how experienced she was at this. Finally, as I finished, she closed her lips and made a loud *gulp* noise, signaling that she swallowed my entire load. She finished by kissing the head of my penis a few times before licking her lips clean. 

***HEADING HOME***

"Are you mad at me?" my mother asked, breaking the awkward silence in the car.

"Of course not," I replied. "It's just...a little weird...that's all..."

"I know it is, and I apologize for putting you in that awkward position in front of strangers you've just met- not that it would have been okay in private of course. Obviously what we just did isn't normal and should never be mentioned to anyone. I'll tell you what, this weekend I'll take you shopping and buy you whatever you want. It's my way of thanking to you."

"That sounds great mom. But you can stop with this guilt trip you're having, it wasn't that bad. You're acting like you just gave me a root canal or something," I replied.

She turned to me and grinned as she stopped at the red light. "You loved  it didn't you? I should have known. And to think, I felt awful inside thinking I've traumatized you in some way that entire time you were sucking on my nipple, and afterwards when I gave you that blowjob. What male your age wouldn't have enjoyed that? Even if that blowjob was from your own mother."

"Okay mom, now you're making me feel awkward," I joked before we both started laughing.

"You're right; you know how much I love teasing you sometimes. But in all seriousness, I know that it was highly inappropriate and I hope you don't bring it up again. It was just for that shoot, nothing more."

"Sure, I understand. But there's one I thing I've been wondering about; what did John mean when he said you've been taking care of him?" I asked.

"Well if you must know, I've been sucking his cock in the dressing area these past few weeks after we finish a shoot. The photographer too sometimes if I really like the pictures he's taken."

"Jeez mom, did you really have to put it like that?"

"You asked!" she fired back. "And I didn't hear you complaining about what I do with my mouth when you blew your load in there."

She was right.

***A FEW DAYS LATER***

"I just got off the phone with John," my mother said as she walked inside my room. "He was telling me how much he enjoyed our last meeting and how it's all he thinks about these days. To make a long story short, he's willing pay us more money for another private meeting. This time it would be at his place."

"Well I can't say I'm that surprised, that was one hell of a show we put on for him..."

"Look, I can understand if you don't want to go. But please remember that he has already paid us a lot of money and is responsible for revitalizing my career in this industry. I'm already getting some good job offers because of him. And I'm not getting any younger here either. I only have so many years left in this business, and I don't know how to do anything else," my mother pleaded with complete sincerity. 

"Mom, I'd love to do it," I told her as I reached out to hold her hand.

She breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Oh thank you so much for this. You have no idea how much this means to me and how grateful I am. Even though I said those things in the car as a joke, I know how tough this must be for you. So thanks again, I really owe you for this."

"Don't mention it mom. It's the very least I could do for you, for everything you've done for me..."

She left my room thinking how much of a sacrifice I must have been making for her, but nothing could have been further from the truth. She had no idea how much I've been thinking about her since the moment the last photo shoot ended. I didn't care if she was my mother or not, I wanted her. But I knew I could never act on it. But with this opportunity, I was given permission to possibly go even further with her.

***A BIGGER OFFER***

John had a driver come pick us up that night and bring us to his place. We were both nervous as we didn't know what to expect, especially considering what he had us doing the last time around. But neither of us wanted to bring that up and talk about it. 

Whatever it was, my mom knew it was a big deal and dressed her self nicely for him as if it were a special occasion. She wore a black dress with high heels, along with some of her best gold jewelry. Her hair was done up nicely and so was her make up, but I couldn't help but notice that she didn't wear any lipstick...

***

John greeted us at the door when we had arrived. He lived in a very large house and showed up in a surprisingly casual outfit when he greeted us. After a brief moment of small talk and a quick tour of his place, he took us to where he said we would discuss business matters for the evening. But this time, instead of a studio, he led us to his bedroom. The room was fancy and spacious, but most importantly, it has a large bed which was fixed up for what I presumed to be for me and my mother.

"I take full responsibility for any confusion that occurred during our last meeting," John said in a serious tone as he sat down on a chair. "So this time, I'll make it easier for all of us and get straight to the point: As you both know, I have a strong interest in mother/son incest. It's something I've always been fascinated with, and not having a chance to experience it with my own mother is easily my biggest regret in life. The last photo shoot was a rare opportunity for me to witness such a thing for the very first time, and I haven't been able to get it out of my mind ever since. So...I want you two to make love to each other, right here in my bedroom, right now- passionately. If you do that, you will walk away with $50,000 in cash."

I looked at my mother to see that her jaw dropped a little from his offer. It was clear that she was considering it and I knew that I was interested as well.

Before my mother could say anything, I put my hand on her shoulder and expressed my interest in this saying, "Mom, I'll do it if you need me to."

"Are you sure Mark? What happened last time was one thing, but this is something far more intimate."

"I'm sure mom."

"That's what I like to hear," John said. "A son willing to commit such a taboo act for the sake of his mother's needs. Mark, tell me, have you masturbated thinking about your mother since the last time we've met? I don't think you would have been so willing to agree otherwise."

"...I have, a few times," I reluctantly admitted to him in front of my mom, who must have been surprised by my revelation.

"I thought so. That just makes this whole experience much more interesting for all of us doesn't it? Now I want you to undress your mother."

The moment felt right. I was now able to fulfill my recent desire to fuck my own mother. My mom wanted this to happen so she could further her career and make more money. And John gets to see something he's fantasized about all his life. We would all be getting what we wanted. And it started with me slowly pulling down the thin straps off of my mother's shoulders, letting her dress fall to the ground, leaving her in just her black colored undergarments and high heels.

Before I could reach back and undo her bra, she whispered to me, "No, let me do it. Just watch."




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She put both hands behind herself and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor where her dress was. Then she wrapped her fingers around the insides of her panties and pushed them downwards to reveal her cleanly shaven vagina. She looked beautiful. Her figure was perfect. It was the first time I had ever seen her fully naked like this with her bikini tan lines and all, and I was enjoying every second of it. My eyes were all over her large breasts with its large pink nipples on then. Then I was able to get a good look at her large brown labia which was visible in between her legs as she stood there modeling for my viewing pleasure.

She then lifted both feet, one after the other, to free herself from the panties around her ankles and stood right in front of me and gave me a kiss. It was a few kisses on the lips at first. Then she really started going at it, slipping her tongue in my mouth and kissing me as if we were just two people who were madly in love with each other.

"Are you boys enjoying this so far?" she asked us both in a teasing manner after she ended the kiss.

We both immediately gave a positive reaction to her, expressing our approval at how my mom was taking control over this situation. 

Her face lit up with appreciation and she replied, "Good, because I'm just getting started."

She suddenly dropped to her knees and started undoing my pants prompting me to take my shirt off as well and tossing it to the ground. My cock felt swollen in her hands as she was caressing it. She even gave it a few motherly kisses while rubbing me down there.

After a few seconds of foreplay, she finally put me inside her mouth. But unlike last time, she only took the head of my cock inside her, sucking it hard and flickering her tongue across it. And then she moved her lips slightly forward taking in another inch of my cock. And then a few more inches as she continued sucking even harder and using her tongue on me. Before I knew it, she took my entire cock inside of her and I was able to feel the back of her mouth. She looked me right in the eyes and raised her eyebrows as if to show off her incredible oral talent in deep throating. It was a talent only revealed to her sexual partners- which now included me. She continued looking me in the eyes as she bobbed her head a few more times, taking my cock all the way to her throat every time.

She abruptly pulled her mouth from my cock and said to me, "Now that I've got you warmed up, I think it's time we give John what he's paying us to see."

After having said that, she got up from he knees and laid down on the bed. I pulled my pants off completely to get naked and followed her there. Her legs were spread wide open as she laid back, waiting for me. I looked over at John and saw that he was rubbing his erection through his pants in anticipation for this long awaited moment.

Before we got started, I had an irresistible urge to bend down and get a quick taste of my mother's vagina. I noticed how large her clitoris and brown labia were when I saw it up close for the very first time. After I had my look at it, I ran my tongue across it, hoping to be able to at least give my mother half the pleasure she was able to give me when she sucked my cock on two separate occasions. And it looked like I was able to do so as she moaned and ran her fingers through my hair while my tongue was playing with her sensitive and enlarged clitoris. I wanted to please her orally for longer, but I simply couldn't control my urges anymore. 

My cock was throbbing and needed to be inside her. So I stood back up and I pressed the tip of my hard cock against my mom's soft vaginal opening and slowly made my way inside. She responded by opening her legs even wider and using her fingers to spread her labia apart so I could have easier access to her private area. The deeper I went in, the more of her warm fluids I could feel against my penis. She was enjoying this whole sexual experience as much as I was.

"Harder, do it harder," John told me. "Do it the way you've been fantasizing about for the past few days."

I looked at him and saw that he was now masturbating at this unholy mother/son coupling which was happening before him.

My mother gave me a small nod and a wink when I turned my attention back towards her; giving me permission to fulfill his request. And by the look in her eyes, she wanted it. So I began fucking her, thrusting my hips back and forth, going faster with each thrust. Her large breasts started waving back and forth from our bodies movements. And just when I thought things couldn't get anymore intense, she started clenching her vaginal muscles, forcing me to have to push my cock even harder. And the harder I had to push, the more pleasurable it became for the both of us.

We had sex for what felt like an eternity, and it had finally taking its toll as I was on the verge of cumming inside her. She looked like she was going to climax as well as her once beautiful face was now twisting with pleasure as she clenched her jaw tightly and was squeezing her eyes shut. Stream after stream of my cum began flowing deep inside my mother's womb. It felt amazing. And it looked like she was getting off on the feeling of her own son's sperm being inseminated inside of her, prompting her to furiously rub her clit to bring a climax of her own.

I collapsed on top of her after it was all over. We were both breathing heavily and no one in the room said a word after what had just happened. I rolled over on the bed and let it sink in that I had just fucked my own mother. I'm sure my mom was thinking the same thing about what she just did with her son.

She broke the silence in the room saying, "Now I finally understand this obsession you two guys have with incest. That was a hell of a lot of fun I just had."

"It certainly was, for all of us I might add," John replied as he got out of his chair.

I turned and saw John wipe the cum from his now flaccid penis using his hand before putting his cock back inside his pants. He walked over to my mother and held his hand out for her. She knew exactly he wanted as she leaned forward and proceeded to lick his sperm laden fingers clean. 

"That was beautiful, just beautiful," he said to the both of us. "Donna, seeing a mother and son make love to each other like that was more amazing than I ever could have imagined it to be. I would very much like for us to continue this in private- I'll pay good money of course. And if you're interested, I know that a few of my wealthy friends would enjoy seeing this is as well, and I'm sure they would also be willing to pay a hefty fee. You and your son could really make a great living doing this. So what do you say?"

Mom turned to me and smiled when she saw the eager reaction on my face.

"I'm sure we can work something out," she replied to him.

The End



Incestuous Situation



This one is only for you incest lovers out there. I came across many stories on the internet that seemed false to me so I thought If I change my name and tell you my true incidents, it wont cause me much problems. Reading this story, some of you might think im a pervert-but this is true so don’t judge me without reading the whole story. Some of the elements from stories usually found on the internet depict the women to be voluptuous sexual animals, I wont say that all are just read my story.

This occurred when I was 19 years old. I used to live at home with my parents and younger sister of age 18. My first incident occurred with her. She had just turned 18 yesterday so was quite young but had developed breasts early, though not big as such, they were not bad (of what I could make out through her clothes.) She was about 5ft 2in at that time but had a good figure and god forbid a very squeezable ass. She was a little dark but had good features. Now I was at that time just waiting to lose my virginity so I used to masturbate very often. We had an uncle living with us for sometime who had told us all about sex and about the precautions we should take saying it is necessary information. We both by now knew all about sex. 

My sis at this time had just started menstruating and was lets say crazy about sex. I had sometimes seen her watching adult stuff on tv. Of what I could hear of phone conversations it was always about sex. 

One day my parents had to go out for dinner. They said they would be out from 7:30 to maximum 11:30. I was supposed to spend the time at my pal’s house but my sister refused to stay alone and I had to accompany her. My parents left at about 7:30. I wanted to masturbate and left the room on the pretext of studying. After some time when I was coming out for water, I noticed her watching two people having sex on the television while tickling her pussy with her fingers through her skirt. I let it go at that time and went inside to continue my masturbation. I had my eyes closed. When I opened my eyes after I was done, I saw her standing in front of my bed giggling. I tried to understand what happened when she said she would tell my parents, I quickly told her about what I saw her doing that time. She got afraid. After a few moments of silence, she asked-do you want to have sex. I said yes I do. She said-will you have sex with me? I know mama has told me all about it, we don’t need to go all the way but please. I thought for some time and then I pulled out a condom from my pocket saying yes I will and you don’t need to worry. No more questions were asked. I suggested we go over to my parent’s room which had a double bed and she agreed.

When we reached the room, there was some uneasy feeling in my head. I didn’t know who would go for it first, before I could finish thinking, she had caught hold of me and started kissing me flat on the lips her tongue going right through touching and feeling everything it could, her hands were feeling my back and squeezing my ass a little later. I thought what the heck if she wants it, shell get it. I pulled her to climb on to me while continuing the kiss and rubbing her thighs. I broke the kiss and started pulling off her t-shirt and as I did so, I saw a crème colored sports bra covering not too big tits, nipples could not be made out, now she got into the action and started unbuttoning my shirt while kissing and licking the rest of my face. The shirt came off and I put her down as she bent down going to work on my pants, in a flash, my pants and underpants were off, she was sniggering holding my underpants while looking at my naked body with my dick standing firmly up pointing towards her. She said I never thought you were so big. See if you can do this and started licking my underpants. 

First I thought that was gross but then thought, she wants this so badly why not give it to her. I unclipped her skirt showing me a white cotton panty which was stained yellow. I pushed her on the bed and fell next to her as I pulled off her panty and started licking and smelling the sweet yellow odor. While I was doing this, she had climbed on to me just below my dick and started kissing my stomach using her tongue to lick my nipples and bellybutton she also intertwined her tongue in my chest hair. During this I had moved from the yellow part of her panty to the brown stained one with some traces of red, this was even better than the first, while she had started playing with my balls and dick. I turned her over and started kissing her on the neck while I almost ripped off her bra showing me taut boobs not too big with not much cleavage but good looking all the same, nipples were small and pointing but not much really, I went to work kissing her boobs while pinching her nipples at the same time. She screamed at this scaring me but then said do more please. I went down and turned her over her ass pointing to me. I started kissing the middle licking her ass cheeks all over. Then I said I cant get through so she stood up as I turned over and sat down almost opening her butt cheeks at my face. I gladly put my tongue through tasting nice sweet odors while finding small hair near the ass hole. As I put my tongue through her ass hole, she moaned said it feels very nice. 

She now wanted a 69 stance so I said ok, I slept down and her over me, she started taking my dick and balls in her mouth fondling them while I saw a great site that was her pussy. It was now slightly open, very hairy with long coarse hair some of them wet already. I went to work on her pussy hair licking them and trying to get through them as I tasted salty liquid on my way through. I found the pussy hole and put my tongue through the soft flesh. She moaned again. We both had now reached climaxes so I turned over and put on my condom as she climbed over me and started humping. I held her on her hips and started massaging her ass as she screamed with my dick tearing through her hymen. I could feel her pussy stretching each time as I thrust inner and inner. She was so tight it was as if someone was crushing my dick with a sponge. Then I put my hands back to those small breasts and felt the soft flesh. She was all this time bouncing all over me. Making me jizz inside her. After some time I climaxed letting my cum into the condom while her pussy muscles pulled me further in. It was now about 10:30 and we thought we should both finish this up. I then played with her ass and boobs and then she played with my ass. We had a long kiss and broke up.

Our parents never got to know what happened and we continued playing with each other till she got married and left, I used to often take her panties or she used to help me masturbate. It just was a happy ending to something horrorful I must say. 



Incestuously Me Ch. 01



My sister and her husband had come to live with me after getting evicted from their apartment at Levwere Ct. Nicholi her husband was sexy as all out doors. Nice tan, dark black curly hair, cute button nose, chinky eyes, and full lips. Tall, thick brother and I wanted him from the first moment I'd laid eyes on him, but I'd dare tell Kaliesha. She'd probably wile out on me as crazed as she is about him. 

 Somehow I knew Nicholi liked me a little too, because he always found a way to be in the same room with me no matter what I was doing. It'd be late at night around 11:30, I'd run downstairs to grab a glass of cool aid and shortly after I'd hear him come down. He'd say hey I didn't know you were still up and squeeze his way in between me and the kitchen table which wasn't too far from the refrigerator. I'd feel his hardness brush against my ass and instantly get aroused. I know he did it on purpose, because he could have easily waited until I moved.

 We'd leave together and once upstairs I'd hear Kaleisha ask where was he and he'd tell her oh I was just thirsty. Yeah he was thirsty every night. 

 About a month and a half into them residing with me I decided to get a little bold. I waited until Nicholi had gone back into their bedroom and immersed from mines 20 minutes later. I wanted to be sure my sister was sleep. She never could stay awake long after hitting the pillow. I eased open their bedroom door, made my way through the thick dark and spotted his light skin on the left side of the bed. I bent down and gently kissed his lips. His eyes quickly opened, looking disoriented from being awakened. Once he realized it was me he almost leaped from the bed, but I gently pushed my hand to his chest. "Shhh, be quiet, relax, before you wake Leisha up." I wanted to calm him.

 "Natash, what the hell are you doing, are you fucking crazy?"

 I was hoping this wasn't going to turn ugly. He wasn't responding quite like I thought he would, but I wasn't ready to give up. 

 "Nick, I know you want me just as much as I want you, so why are you acting like this, just let it go?"

 "What if your sister wakes up?" he asked with a much better tone than the first.

 "She won't..trust me."

 I took his lip in mines and began caressing his mouth with my moist tongue taking time to massage his balls with my hand. I could feel him rising and it was amazing. I felt him before but never like this. I knew he wanted me. I didn't want to waste too much time given the circumstance so I lifted my T-shirt, pulled back his boxers to release his thick and hefty 7 and half inch monster, and climbed on top for the ride of my life. When he entered me it felt like he had just stretched my pussy beyond belief. My kitty ached, but it felt sooooo damn good. I was so wet that I could hear my juices as I slid up and down his shaft. He started clinching the sheets tighter and tighter as I grinded onto his dick. Just as he was about to release, I heard him take in a deep breath, before he let it go my sister turned over. 

 "Natash, Nick, what,what the hell are you two doing?" Nicholi instantly went from solid hard to limp as pretzel dough. I could see Leisha's eyes in the dark and could tell she was shocked as hell, but the rest of her expression was far from easy to read. Leisha rose up from her spot next to us, leaned over and gently kissed Nick.

 "Baby, if this was what you wanted why didn't you tell me? We discussed a threesome before, but you never told me you were interested in my sister. We could've arranged this a long time ago."

The pit of my stomach sank. I mean what the hell was I hearing. My sister, a freak. The world was really coming to an end now. Leisha was always the square type; the type who thought everything was nasty or appalling, but now here she is talking about a threesome with her sister and her husband. I decided to seize the moment though and take it for what it was worth. I started grinding my hips on top of him again and said to them let's get this show on the road then.

Kaleisha undid her gown and tossed it aside the bed and started caressing my ass. It felt strange at first, but quickly I got into it. She came from behind me as I was riding Nick and planted small kisses on my back, making her way down to my ass. I was getting so damn horny I couldn't believe it. I didn't know what was going on or why, but I was loving it. 

I rose up from Nick before he was able to get to the point of ejaculation and allowed Leisha to taste the sweet dew on his penis. While she did this I took the liberty of climbing onto his face, working my moist pussy all in his face, wiping my pussy lips against his lips. I could hear the slurps and suckling noise coming from behind me; which turned me on even more and before you know it I had climaxed so deeply into Nick's mouth that he almost gagged. 

Leisha decided to finish the game by bending over the foot of the bed as Nick climbed up behind her. He shoved his thick juicy shlong so far into her I could see the expression of pain and joy on her face. As I watched them enjoy themselves Leisha motioned for me to come to her so I did. I was kneeling on the bed in front of her as she pulled me down so that my legs were spread open to her and began licking the rest of my honey juice from my now pulsating puss. I didn't stop her; instead I relished in the moment. Moments later we all were coming; me for the second time. 

That night we slept together until morning. In the morning we went about things as usual and spoke not of last night until the following day when we spent yet another joyous occasion together. I no longer think of ways to get to my sister's husband and he no longer creeps to the kitchen just to cop a cheap feel. Instead we all share a room together and have been for the last three years.