6 comments/ 86640 views/ 67 favorites Just a Matter of Fate By: ronnie11 Karen I've often heard people talk about a life altering event, but until very recently I never placed much credence into the idea that one single moment could so profoundly change someone's life. Well, I do now, and it's not just my life that's been so thoroughly impacted either, it's my son that's been affected too. The truth is the two of us are standing at the edge of a precipice looking down at something that is so alluring to our carnal urges and desires that continuing to defy what our bodies are demanding from us is just an act of futility that is only prolonging our suffering. It's not if we cave in, it's when, and for me, I finally accept now that's it is inevitable. When I first heard the glass breaking my initial reaction was that Charlie had dropped something in the kitchen, which was an assumption that proved to be terribly wrong. You hear about home invasions happening to other people, but three weeks ago tonight it happened to us. There's no way anyone can prepare for it either, and for me, the cost of an alarm system that I decided we didn't need, mocked me as the three intruders herded us downstairs towards our family room. All the episodes of Criminal Minds played in my head in slow motion as our captors stood in front of us, and shockingly, it was two men and a woman that were ransacking our home. I don't know why, but I just never imagined a woman capable of doing what she was doing to us. And as it turns out, she's the one who is responsible for what will ultimately be our life altering experience. Surprisingly, the two men were actually very courteous to us, but it was that terrible woman who seethed with anger and contempt, and most of it directed at me. She called me the T-Mobile slut because of my physical resemblance to that skinny girl in the commercials, and no doubt the fact she was short and stocky just fueled her rage all the more. I guess I never thought about it much before, but I've been thin all my life, and to think another woman could be so enraged about my body makeup just never really occurred to me. Even now I can't explain why, but I still get excited every time I think about how I was standing there virtually naked in front of not only our unwelcomed guests, but also my eighteen year-old son as well. The feeling of those men's eyes going up and down my body proved to be so insignificant compared to what I was feeling as Charlie's eyes gorged themselves on my long thin legs in a way a son isn't supposed to do to his mother. As hard as I tried, my vagina betrayed me every time I tried to focus on anything other than feeling of his eyes ravaging me. And as if that wasn't bad enough, my choice of wearing a T-shirt that barely reached my thighs proved to be too much for even my female antagonist. She clearly recognized what I was going through too, and not surprisingly seemed to relish embarrassing me further by pointing out that my nipples were fully erect. The fact I wasn't wearing any panties just added to my anxiety, and as I waited for her to expose my bald vagina, the sensation of feeling my fluids dripping down my thighs showed me just how much I was getting off on what was happening to me. Luckily, while everyone's attention was on me, they failed to notice that Charlie was fully erect too. Anyway, she brought me downstairs and told me to take off the T-shirt, immediately that fear of rape came crashing down on me, but she assured me in a very terse way that no one was going to fuck me. As crudely as she said it, I still could feel such animosity from her that I just knew she planned to humiliate me in some way other than being sexually molested, and as it turned out, that's exactly what she did, or so she thought. She duct taped both my hands together mockingly in the praying position, and then told me to kneel on the futon facing the wall. When she told me to spread my legs and open my ass, that bad feeling quickly overtook me again, and the thought of being raped and sodomized overwhelmed me in a way that I never thought possible, it actually excited me. I knew what I was feeling was wrong, but I guess being a widow for almost five years played a role in why I was so susceptible to the urges I was feeling. She then ran a rope under the couch and attached it to my hands, and then tied my legs so I couldn't close them, in essence, I was literally spread wide open, and being that vulnerable proved to be very much a turn-on for me too. I know it doesn't make any sense, but I was getting off on what was happening to me. Every woman may deny it, but the truth is that we all like it when we're in a compromising situation, and I certainly was compromised. Of course, that's when it finally hit me what she was up too, and then I remembered how she told one of the men to watch Charlie until she came for him. Just kneeling there totally exposed the way I was it soon sunk in exactly what she was going to do to me. Her intentions were to simply bring him in and shame me with my own nudity, a thought that honestly made the throbbing between my legs grow even more intense. I can still see the look on his face as I stared in the mirror when she brought him in, I guess looking at all those naked girls on his computer paled in comparison to what his eyes were feasting on as he walked into the room. I knew I was soaking wet already when she told him to look at my pussy, and the sensation of my vagina quivering with delight wasn't lost on either of them, I'm sure. I wonder how many other mother's with a teenage son would have loved to be where I was at that very moment. God forgive me, but when she told him to take his clothes off I almost had an orgasm. The secret this woman didn't know was that Charlie and I had already started going down that unnatural path together that a mother and child aren't supposed to travel, and yet, we were. As hard as I tried to fight what was happening between us, I always capitulated to my own unrelenting urges as I crept closer and closer to giving him what he wanted. My willpower was eroding daily to something that I knew I was helpless to fight, and yet, I knew my maternal instincts wouldn't allow me to consummate what both our bodies were clearly craving. Of course, that was before our unwelcomed guests stepped in and allowed fate to take its course, naturally or unnaturally. Maybe that's why I so easily accepted what I was being forced to do, and the reality that it excited me to be naked in front of my own son was easily rationalized to my subconscious as merely a byproduct of what I was being forced to accept. At that point it didn't matter anymore, and I was just too turned on to worry about any moral issues, and so was Charlie. The truth is that every mother has struggled with the issue of their son's masturbating at one time or another, and to some it's just a disgusting behavior they'll eventually outgrow, but for me, it was the aphrodisiac my body needed after being forced into a life of celibacy after my husband died. The first time I found the towel filled with semen I nearly fainted, and between the explicit picture of the young girl with her legs spread wide open on the computer and the semen soaked towel, I was totally bewildered as I felt my panties beginning to soak. I knew what I was feeling was wrong, but I felt helpless as I returned daily to claim my prize. The first time my taste buds feasted on the thick yogurt like substance I felt my whole body quivering as my tongue gobbled down every delicious morsel. It was just too tempting for me to merely throw the towel in the hamper, and every day the thought of actually getting it directly from the source began to consume more and more of my consciousness. Charlie knew what he was doing to me too; he was luring me closer and closer to doing something that a mother isn't supposed to do to her son. At first, I couldn't fathom where all his confidence was coming from, that is until the day I saw the enormous bulge in his sweat pants. For years he would wear knee length football jerseys around the house, and as I looked at the material of the sweat pants straining to contain his erection, I instantly realized why he felt he had to hide the gift Mother Nature had given to him. It was just so obvious that he was enormous; I've seen too many movies not to recognize that he had a dick as big as the ten inch cyber skin dildo I kept in my nightstand drawer. It was as if time stood still as my eyes tried to measure exactly how big he was, and the fact he just stood there letting me rape him visually seemed like he was more in control than I was. My own unchecked desires, along with the image his big dick were seducing me in a way that I felt powerless to resist. I think deep down it's every woman's secret fantasy to be fucked by oversized penis, and the fact I have a dildo that big just seems to validate my theory very nicely. All the nights I've laid in bed with it buried deep inside me only made me just more aware of how I really wanted the real thing, and as satisfying as it was, my frustrations just seemed to be intensifying knowing that my own son's penis was probably bigger than the artificial substitute that was stretching my pussy nightly. It was if some unseen force was guiding me as I removed all those hideous jerseys from his bureau and replaced them with t-shirts that barely reached his waist. The sight of him walking around the house with that gorgeous organ sticking straight out was reciprocated by me wearing less and less clothing as well. We were taunting each other in a way that wasn't natural, but for me, I felt powerless as I gazed at his erection and imagined taking it deep inside me, and yet, still not having enough strength to overpower those maternal instincts that were still holding me back from doing what I really wanted to do with that oversized banana. For women, I think it's just part of our DNA that once we find a partner that has a dick as big as a ruler; our primal instincts overwhelm all other considerations. I think even our most primitive female ancestors certainly would have chosen a mate to procreate with that had a distinct advantage over the competition. And even then I'm sure the sight of a male with an organ that was nearly twice the size of all the other suitors would certainly have guaranteed him being chosen as her mate. At forty-one, I'll admit that the thought of being impaled by an unusually large penis has crossed my mind the last few years, and being a widow has no doubt played a role in it too. I know when Don and I used to watch 'fuck movies' together, his description, not mine, the only scenes that ever intrigued me were the ones where the male actors were unusually large. It took all my willpower not to let Don know what turned me on about them, but it was just obvious to him, I'm sure. I guess as I was kneeling waiting to finally get a glimpse of the real tormentor that was in the room, my heart began to sink as the thought that he may have stuffed a cucumber or something similar in his sweat pants just to tease me. How cruel would that be I remember thinking as I felt my own fluids dripping out of me. I think I even said a small prayer asking for it to be real, I wonder what God was thinking as he heard my pleas for help. At first, I thought it was just an optical illusion and the mirror was playing tricks on me, but when I turned my head to see for myself, the image of one the biggest dick I've ever seen in my life filled my eyes completely. It just seemed so monstrously huge too, and as my eyes tried desperately to estimate its length and girth, I felt my own fluids literally pouring out of me. The look on my captors face confirmed what my own vagina had already figured out, and somehow I just knew it would only be a matter of time before I'd be sliding down it length incestuous concerns or not. The truth that couldn't be denied anymore was that my vagina had already made that decision for me, and as the rest of my body fell in line one by one, the quivering between my legs was clearly overpowering any lingering resistance that my intellectual side could offer. But what was even more surprising to me at that very moment was how there seemed to be a momentary truce between me and that terrible woman, and as we both marveled at what gift had been bestowed on such a young boy, the thought of what pleasure was awaiting the vagina that was going to be able to lure such a beast inside her was going through both our heads I'm sure at the same time. For a split second I thought she and I might be sister's enjoying the same fantasy, but as she called out to her accomplices in a state of rage to come down and see the kid with the horse dick, my heart sank as I knew how embarrassed he would be at being discovered with such oversized organ. As I turned my head and smiled as our eyes locked onto each other's, I could clearly see the panic draining from his face. In retrospect, I realize I was acting more like a lover soothing her partner than a mother calming her son, but in the end, I know I'm going to be playing both roles for him very soon. They duct taped his ankles to the chair, and then taped his left hand by his side while his right hand was purposefully left with just enough freedom so he could masturbate if he chose too. Of course, our female tormentor thought this just added to my humiliation, but it actually proved to be quite the opposite. It didn't take long for my nostrils to be filled with the musky smell of my overly excited vagina, and the sight of the eel like creature right behind me just kept fueling my rage all the more. I think by then my antagonist had figured out what was really going on between us, and as much as her male companions wanted to see what was going to happen next, she was loathed to give them any pleasure that came from seeing me being used as a source that excited them. One of the men was either her husband or boyfriend I presumed, and no doubt he was going to pay a terrible price for the way he stared at my glistening vagina. It was at that exact moment with all those male eyes locked on my ass and pussy that I felt a form of arousal that I've never experienced before, and it was as if I had wrested control away from all three of them with just the sight of my kitty lathering herself with her own juices and daring them to do something about it. The balance of power had clearly shifted to me, or should I say my pussy, and the short stocky woman who I feared initially had all she do to keep her companions from untying Charlie and watch him fuck me. Truthfully, that's exactly what I wanted, and I'm sure the chance to see an actual live sex show was very appealing to them as well. The thought of that big dick sliding inside me as I was bound helpless to resist its onslaught was just such an appealing answer to how I could eliminate any moral issues that could come up later. It's not as though I was in control, or was I? She knew what I was doing too, and in a final gesture of trying to humiliate me even further, she came over and whispered in my ear that something was wrong with me the way I was acting in front of my son. I didn't know whether to laugh or spread myself a little wider, but I chose the latter in spite of how angry I knew she would get. It just seemed so ironic that what had been my biggest fears just a short time before, had turned out to be one of the most erotic moments I've ever had. As they left the room we were advised to wait until the next morning to call the police or risk suffering a fate we'd dearly regret. The truth was I had no intention of calling the police until the next day anyway; the two of us were trapped in a place that neither one of us really wanted to escape from either. Most people would never understand how powerfully aroused we had become; I guess you just have to experience it for yourself to appreciate how overwhelmed our senses had become affected by our own forbidden ravenous desires. It was as if I had been totally liberated from any feelings of shame or embarrassment as I felt my own son's eyes gorging on my ass spread wide open just a matter of inches from his face, after all, it wasn't like I had any other choice in the matter. I was being forced to prostrate myself in front of him by outside forces, and as such, I felt completely free of any complicity what so ever. Of course, Charlie could see the fluids dripping out of me too, but I doubt very much that he held that fact against me. I knew it was going to be only a matter of time before he would succumb to his urges, and as I arched my ass shamelessly to pressure him even more, the sensation of the hot semen hitting my back and ass nearly made me faint. No more towels I yelled out as his cock shot all its sticky cream all over me, and It was as though he perfectly aimed his giant tool as he bathed my anus and vagina shot after shot until he finally drained his balls completely. I lost track of how many times he ejaculated, three or four times I think, and I was finally able to free my hands and finger myself as his dick belched it's seemingly endless supply of cum. The thought that I was pushing his semen inside me even though I wasn't using any sought of birth control didn't matter as I lost myself in just wanting to get myself off. That instinct to climax overrode all other concerns as my fingers brought me one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. It was unbelievable, and I licked my fingers as I tasted both our fluids mixed together, it was a salty cocktail that I was going to share with him too I told myself, but just not at that moment. Sadly, it only took a few hours after we freed ourselves to start to feel the guilt setting in, and I can only speak for myself, but it was devastating. It's not what I did that was so wrong; it was what I wanted to do that made it such a powerful indictment against my conscience. I broke laws of both God and man as I let my sexually starved side take over me completely, and just looking in the mirror proved to be as painful as I stared at a woman who I know would have fucked her own son in a heartbeat if it had only been possible. But just like a clock's pendulum Mother Nature has a way of letting time solve the unsolvable, and for the two of us independent of each other, our lives became agonizing as our bodies demanded a return to those magnificent moments when we were free of any feelings of what was right or wrong. I couldn't sleep, and trying to concentrate at work without the image of Charlie's gorgeous member in my head proved completely hopeless. As hard as I tried to ignore the message I was receiving from my vagina, ever so slowly I realized that the door we had gone through together was made so forbiddingly electrifying because of who we had shared it with. I admit that I kept going back and forth about the moral dilemma our pleasures had caused us, but I finally made peace with the fact that the most exciting and aroused moment I've ever had in my life just happened to be with my own son. If it felt so good, then how can it be wrong? But, I'd be lying if I didn't admit that the thought of having Charlie's swollen organ sliding in and out of me didn't play a role in it either. After all, what woman could possibly deny that as she's watching a steamy video where a male actor's excessively large penis is sliding in and out of some lucky girl's pussy that deep down inside her she's secretly wishing that it was her vagina that was riding up and down its unnatural length? The truth that most of us will never admit to is that we all do, and that delicate line that we have to balance so as to not hurt our husbands or boyfriends can get very tedious sometimes. * "Did you get the results back from math test yet," I ask as I casually walk into his bedroom with my vagina already hemorrhaging with excitement. Just a Matter of Fate The sight of him lying on his back with his enormous organ sticking straight up instantly causes and involuntary gasp to come out of my mouth, I suppose with time I'll get used to seeing it, but for now, my body is just going to have to accept seeing something that big attached to my own son. I'm not sure if it's because he's so young and he still has the body of a teenager, but the conflict between how's he built and what's sticking up between his legs just seems so incredible. All the men in the videos with big dicks I've ever seen were always in their late twenties or early thirties, but I imagine their dicks were just as big when they were Charlie's age too. Truthfully though, I'm finding it very much a turn-on with him this young, and as big as his dick is, he's still so very much a novice when it comes to sex. He's discovering that there's a world of difference between sitting at his computer watching some young girl getting her pussy stretched as opposed to what it actually feels like when he slides that monster into the real thing. I can only imagine all the times he's jerked off trying to duplicate what my vagina has done to him the last few nights, and now, all he has to do is simply lay naked on his bed waiting for me to come in and service him. I know service sounds so cold, but I'm desperately trying to stay within some self-imposed boundaries. I'll let him slide his dick inside me, but blowjobs and letting him lick my pussy are strictly off limits, at least for the time being anyway. I know that doesn't make any sense, but I keep telling myself that I'll just do it a few more time and then I'll be satisfied, but the reality is he's fucking me with a dick that makes my ten inch cyber-skin dildo seem small, and honestly, I'm really starting to enjoy what it's doing to me too. When I measured it last night I was shocked at what my eyes were trying to communicate to my brain, and even as the numbers on the measuring tape kept staring back at me, I still couldn't believe it. Charlie must have thought me daft when I quickly re-measured it, but the same numbers stood staring right back at my unbelieving eyes, and the reality that my son has a dick that is only a quarter of an inch shy of eleven inches slowly started to sink in. Of course, I measured it after he exploded inside me, and the combination of my fluids mixed with his semen proved to be more of a temptation than I had anticipated as I tried to get an accurate measurement. What is it about cum that drives women wild? I know as my hand slid up and down his dick and scooping his yogurt like semen into my hands, it took all my will power not to bring my fingers to my mouth and let my tongue feast on the salty cocktail both our bodies had mixed together. As women, we're expected to lick their dicks after they fuck us, at least that's what I've always done, and my husband certainly never complained when I did it to him. But maybe that's just me, and the addiction for tasting both semen and my own juices is something unique only to me, somehow though I doubt I'm the only woman who loves tasting that salty treat after having her pussy stretched by her lover. "Do you have to wear the robe," I hear him ask me in a voice quivering with excitement. Ever so slowly I start to undo the buttons of this mini black robe that has become my wardrobe of choice for the last few days. When I saw it in the juniors section at Marshal's both my heart and vagina reacted to it simultaneously, and as I modeled in front of the mirror in the fitting room, the only thing I could think of was what it was going to do to Charlie and that gorgeous organ hanging between his legs. It didn't even occur to me as I was fingering myself thinking of what his dick was going to do to me that there may have been a hidden camera recording every salacious detail, but truthfully, I would have done it even if there was one. I have to admit that I've become very proficient at letting him see more and more of my legs lately, and ever so innocently too. The truth is all boys like looking at girls with long thin legs, and of course, every girl over fifteen instinctively knows just how to exploit that weakness too. I think the more skin we reveal just heightens the excitement for them as they try and get a glimpse of what's actually sitting between our legs, after all, it's all about pussy. But this robe was the signal to him that I had had enough of teasing him, and the inevitability of what was going to happen between us just couldn't be put-off any longer, then again, the sight of his monstrous organ bulging the material of his sweat pants certainly may have influenced my decision too. For the past two nights I've simply straddled him without taking the robe off, maybe it was being cruel on my part to tease him the way I did, but the thrill of having his snake like organ blindly probing both my vagina and her naughty sister was a sensation that was very new to me. He was fumbling ever so innocently trying to find which sultry hole he was supposed to slide into, and all while my pussy patiently waited as his inexperience was proving to be both a major turn-on and a OH so sensuously frustrating at the same time. Then again, Charlie was a virgin until he finally slid inside me that first time, and by the second night his cock instinctively knew what pleasures awaited it once it found which hole was lubed and waiting to be ravaged by it. I could tell he already wanted to slide it in my ass, and as much as I might have wanted it too, I'm a long ways off from even thinking about letting him have it. I think the role of the internet has become an integral source of education every boy uses today when it comes to discovering all the hidden secrets about exactly what they're supposed to do when they finally find a girl of their own. All they have to do is sit at their computers stroking their dick's watching as some young girl gets her mouth or pussy filled with cum to get a glimpse of what's waiting for them too. I remember all the Penthouse and Hustler magazines my brothers use to hide under their mattresses when we were kids, and there were always a lot of girls with their legs wide open too, but it was the one's where they were fucking some gorgeous male model that always made my panties soaking wet. Obviously, the way the pages were always stuck together confirmed that Mikey and Eddie liked them too. Today's erotica is much different though, and what's so stunning to me is just how young the models are that are in the sex scenes, and of course the quality of the videos is absolutely unbelievable too. Sometimes I swear I'm looking at high school boys and girls Charlie's age fucking in front of me, I know back when I was a young girl such material was almost impossible to find, but today, it's just a click away, and both boys and girls are utilizing it too. Maybe that's why I never got overly concerned when I started finding charges on my credit card for porn sites, of course, the first time I inquired about the charge and was told it was for YoungPussy.com I nearly fainted. I imagine that nice sounding young man who told me relished the part he was playing too; after all, the thrill he was getting saying pussy to the mother of a teenage boy was probably something he really enjoyed too. As long as no one gets hurt has always been my belief when it comes to Charlie looking at porn, and all the videos I've discovered on his computer certainly weren't showing girls in any kind of pain. Unless you count the look of distress on their faces as their ass holes are being stretched wide open for the first time, but, that's a look I've seen many times when Donny use to fuck me in front of the mirror. He use to get off on thinking it was the first time his dick slid in my ass, and for me, anal was surprisingly enjoyable too. Although, Charlie's probing of my naughty hole with that monster makes me wonder if it would be worth taking that risk with an organ as big as his. "Please," I hear him say ever so sheepishly for me to finally expose myself to him. There's a part of me that is afraid to reveal my body to him, and every woman over forty can certainly attest to my fears about being compared to all those young girls that either are on TV or in the pages of magazine's that so many men love to look at. Their perfectly toned bodies and wrinkle free faces are just a reminder to the rest of us that getting older is a curse that we have no answer for, and all we can do is struggle daily to delay the inevitable. Of course, usually I'm much more accepting of my body, but I guess with an eighteen year-old boy begging me to reveal myself to him, all my insecurities about if he'll still find me attractive are coming out now. I guess I always knew this day was going to come eventually, and for the past several weeks I've been starving myself so he wouldn't be disappointed once we started to have sex. My weight is actually lighter than I was in college, and having my hair tied in a ponytail is just making the illusion that I'm eighteen again just a little more believable for me, although once I start sucking that gorgeous organ, I'm quite sure he will probably care less about the sacrifices I've made to appeal to him. "Are you sure," I ask as my fingers toy with the bottom button like a cat would do to a mouse it has been mercilessly torturing until it finally decides to pounce on its helpless captive. "OH God," he moans as I let the robe fall slowly to the floor. This feeling of having his eyes ravaging me is just so intoxicating, and the sensation of my own fluids dripping down my thighs merely confirms it too. If this is so wrong what I'm feeling right now, how come my body is functioning at a level of arousal that borders on the fanatical? I challenge any woman to stand where I am now and not succumb to the desires that are wreaking havoc with me now. It's just not possible, and the fact that I know it's all about the size of his dick that just makes me aware that I'm fighting instincts that are rooted so deeply inside me as a woman that resisting them any further is just an act of futility where eventually I know I'll give in anyway. Tell me the truth mirror; is that really my image reflecting back at me? Maybe it's just an illusion brought on by the excitement of knowing that I'm going to be sliding down that gorgeous organ in just a minute or two, but that is me standing naked in front of the mirror, and I'm liking what I see too. The way it's supposed to work is that a girl's body always evolves into a woman's body, but what I'm looking at right now suggests that I've managed to turn back the clock and be eighteen again. Even if it's only for a short time, it'll be long enough so that Charlie's dick won't care that I've put back those nine pounds after it starts getting drained every night. "You look just like a model," I hear him say almost in a whisper. He'll definitely get his dick sucked a few times tonight for saying that, and the best part about it is that he said it because he believes it too. My baby is just so innocent when it comes to things like giving compliments and telling the truth, and just those two qualities alone I find so endearing about him. Of course, the fact his dick is humungous might be swaying in a way that anything he says now will result in me milking him dry of all that delicious cream he has waiting for me. "You really think so," I say as I slowly approach the bed while feeling my fluids cascading down my thighs as though I were peeing. He has no idea what I'm capable of doing when I'm this horny, and if he thinks I'm merely going to ride him and let him ejaculate in me like he's done the last two nights he's in for a very pleasurable rude awakening. I think in a lot of ways I'm very different from other women, and luckily for Charlie he's stumbled upon a partner who has totally embraced every aspect of her sexuality. So many of my friends just go through the motions with their husbands when it comes to sex, for them, it's a tedious burden at best, and something that's meant only to last a few minutes at the most. Not me though, I've always had an incredibly high sex drive, and just one and done isn't going to do it for me. Truthfully, I love it when I get all get sticky, and the more cum that's either shot deep inside me or on me is just something that makes me lose control of all my inhibitions. Donny always knew that if he pulled out of me and shot it all over my face and in my hair that some internal mechanism inside me would release the most lustful of urges that could only be satisfied by hours and hours of endless fucking. Needless to say, once I see semen something extraordinary happens to me, and any guy I'm with is going to be treated to pleasures that they'd only seen in magazines or videos. I guess that's partly why the last two nights have been so frustrating for me too, and as good as it felt being impaled by such a large organ, the reality is that I couldn't see what was happening to me. Just the thought that my pussy was devouring inch by inch such a large serpent couldn't placate that side of me that needed to see it with my own eyes. I know that I'm very much like men in that regard too; they all love to watch their dick's slide in and out of us, and for me, that's just something that I need to fully connect with my lover. To think of all my friends making love in the dark and missing that excitement as their lover pulls his swollen organ out of them covered with both their juices just seems like such a loss. Of course, all I ever do is listen as they vent their feelings of distaste for anything sexual, and squirm a little as my panties start to moisten as five years of celibacy continue to take a toll on my body. Not any more though, and from tonight on there's goanna be no black robe concealing my eyes what our bodies are doing together. And if he's smart, Charlie is going have as much pussy as he wants, and I'm going to have a lover who is virtually blessed with not only the resiliency of a very virile teenage boy, but also one that has a dick that's almost as big as a ruler too. I have to admit that lately I wonder if this is all just a wonderful dream and I'm going to awake feeling my fingers buried deep inside me, a thought that always sends a terrible chill of melancholy throughout my whole body. "If we're goanna do this, there are some things that we have to discuss," I say as my legs straddle him and pin his enormous organ down with my vagina. He's just so fucking big that even now I can hardly believe what I'm looking at, and to think that my vagina will swallow its whole length just doesn't seem possible. Maybe it was a good idea that I wore the robe the first few times he slid inside me; after all, I had no visual reference to go by as to what was actually happening when our bodies were locked together. I know I shouldn't even think this, but I actually pity all those girls who Charlie bottoms out in once he starts fucking other's on a regular basis. Not every woman's vagina will be able to handle such a monster, but he'll always have mine, and I know for a fact that I'm going to do things to him that no other woman will even come close to when it comes to pleasing him. After all, it's the girls who fail to keep their man satisfied that end up discovering all too late that another pussy has lured their partner away, of course, I'm sure many will disagree with me about that theory. "I just couldn't help myself," he says as I see his face become twisted with sorrow as he thinks I'm upset because of how quickly he ejaculated inside me the last two nights. I have to admit that even I was surprised at how quickly he came, but just sitting there with his dick belching all that delicious cream deep inside my womb, I was just as much in awe about the sensation of being so totally stuffed by his penis as I was by the fact that it was over in less than a minute. Young boys just don't have the discipline that men do, and then again, from what the girls at works say about their husbands, some men cum just as fast all those overly excited boys do. But that's such an easy fix for a woman like me to deal with, and I'll just either let him jerk him off all over me or merely suck his dick until he pops, either way, his endurance is bound to get better. As much as I wanted to discuss with him the boundaries of our new relationship, my sense now is that he's struggling with confidence issues, and that's the worst thing that can befall a young lover. I'm sure in his mind he's failed to please me, and after probably watching hundreds of videos where the boys seemingly fuck their girlfriend's non-stop for twenty minutes or so, he's no doubt afraid of a reprimand from me now. "I've never seen anyone so big," I say as I start sliding my pussy up and down the length of his shaft as my vagina literally screams for me to lift up and take it deep inside me. It's just so obvious how wet I am by the way I'm coating the entire length of his organ with my sticky fluids, and the glistening alone betrays just how turned on I am right now. In all the years Donny and I were having sex together he was always in awe as to just how wet my pussy would get, and once I started going hairless, it seemed like I could stay lubricated for hours too. I'm not exactly sure why having a bald pussy affected me so much either, but I think the thrill of appearing so young and innocent as I watched myself being fucked in the mirror might have had something to do with it. Donny's request for putting my hair either in a ponytail or pigtails wasn't lost on me either, after all, a shaved pussy and a ponytail can easily take ten years off any woman. "I can't hold out much longer," he moans as the rhythm of my hips grinding against him is already bringing him to the verge of ejaculating. "That's it baby, let it all explode out of you," I say as thick white semen starts violently squirting out of bald one eyed monster that I have helplessly pinned with my vagina. I absolutely adore the way his face has literally transformed itself into what I can only describe as being truly angelic like as the pleasures of his ejaculation ravages his entire body, and I doubt there's anything else on earth capable of replicating it either. Maybe this is just God's way of letting all of us know just how much we've lost when he banished us from Eden, and those fifteen or twenty seconds of ecstasy we feel as our bodies writhe with pleasure are just a constant reminder of what our arrogance has cost us. I doubt most biblical scholars would even contemplate such a theory, but to me, it kind of makes sense. "OH GOD," he moans out as if he just read my mind about where the true origin of the sexual gratification he's feeling is really coming from. The sheer power that's released through the typical orgasm of a healthy teenage boy has to be mind boggling, and at this age, two or three times a day is a minimum, I'm sure. Of course, their mother's pussy's aren't sliding up and down their dick's the way I am now, but, I suspect a lot of those boys have rubbed themselves many a time thinking about all the things they love to be doing to their mother's. It's only human nature to be attracted to the opposite sex, and a horny teenager's cock certainly isn't going to struggle with moral issues as its daily milking's require ever newer fantasies to get off too. And let's face it, every mother has built in radar between their legs, and whether it's intentional or not, we all put on a little show for our son's benefit. The robe that's too short or wearing the tennis skirt around the house might seem innocent enough, but we all know the power our bodies have over them, and we certainly do enjoy it too. I've known for some time that Charlie's eyes have been glued to my ass and legs, he's like his father in that regard too, and I guess the allure of my tight little ass and long legs is just a part of his DNA. At first I was troubled by it, but late at night with my dildo buried deep inside my quivering hole I finally accepted that it actually was turning me on. After all, what harm could it possibly do to tease him just a little with a little peek here and there, of course, I'm sure the fact I use to walk around the house in skin tight black leotards wasn't lost on him either. I remember how innocently I'd act knowing full well I was probably making his dick hard, and it was such a pity that he always wore those knee length football shirts too, but then again, if I had known how big he really was, I probably would have been arrested for child molesting. Just a Matter of Fate "It feels so good," he moans as his body embraces his orgasm completely now. Instinctively, both my hands wrap around his swollen organ and start milking him of all his creamy nectar, I've seen many orgasms by his father, but nothing compares to what's happening in front of me now. His thick white semen squirting burst after burst of yogurt like substance out of his angry serpent covers his stomach and chest completely, I wonder if it's because he's so big that so much semen is coming out of him? I've seen videos where some boys seem to ejaculate an inordinate amount of semen, bur paired with a dick this big, I feel as though I've hit the sexual jackpot. "Please don't stop Mommy," he begs me as both my hands continue to slide up and down his shaft as his hips move in rhythm with me as though he were fucking my pussy. I can't believe he's actually fucking my hands, and as much as I've considered myself to be well read on anything sexual, this is the first time I've ever seen anything like this being done. Then again, how often is it that a dick this big shows up in the grasp of your typical girl next door's hands, not many I bet. Even in all the sex videos I've ever seen not one ever showed what I'm doing right now. That's it baby, fuck many hands, and then you're goanna have my pussy too, a thought that just makes me squeeze his dick a little tighter. Just as quickly as it started, the head of his penis quickly exhausts itself entirely of all its creamy splendor, and as I sit here simply mesmerized by what has just unfolded in front of my disbelieving eyes, I can feel stirrings deep within me that warn of an explosion of passion that soon will overtake me. For some unknown reason just the sight of semen unhinges me in a way that even I can't fully explain why, but all I know is once it starts, there's nothing I can do but follow my nymphomaniac urges to engage in hours and hours of uninhibited sex. Donny always said I was the hottest undiscovered porn actress he'd ever seen because of the way my appetite for sex just seemed so unquenchable, and I have to admit that there were times when I imagined myself going from one dick to another draining each one with my mouth, pussy or ass of all their delicious nectar. It was painfully obvious Donny couldn't keep up with my demands, but before anything could tempt me to seek out others, his diagnosis with cancer sobered me to the reality about what the definition of monogamy really meant, and as such, I realized just how closely love and sex are so interwoven. Of course, my love for Charlie is unconditional, and as my vagina has pointed out to me, that promise I made to myself about being monogamous can simply be transferred from father to son. "I can't believe what you're doing," he says almost in a whisper as both my hands continue to milk the last of his salty cream out of his still rock hard organ. This is just so incredible how much semen just came out of him, and the fact that his dick is defiantly refusing to comply with Nature's demand to go limp just makes it all the more unbelievable too. Even when Donny and I first started having sex he usually needed about ten minutes or so before he could get an erection again. Last night I thought it was just my imagination after he came inside me that he seemed just as hard as when he was fucking me, who knows, maybe he's a male version of me with an appetite for sex that has no limits too. "You better get used to it," I say as I let one of my hands slowly slide down his still erect organ and start massaging his balls. Can there be any greater feeling than that euphoric state that smothers us after we climax? It's as though time actually stands still too, and all our fears and insecurities seem to melt away as we revel in the gift Mother Nature has given to us. I guess that's why we're so different from all the animals that co-exist with us too, we're fortunate enough to embrace our orgasms and partners as one, unlike the beasts who merely mate and separate as though nothing truly phenomenal had just happened. "Am I dreaming," he says as he starts to regain consciousness from the spell his body was under as it pumped out so much semen that I'm still having trouble accepting what I'm looking at smeared all over his boyish chest. I wonder if there's a correlation between the amount of semen produced and the intensity of the orgasm. Perhaps that sounds foolish or naive on my part, but wouldn't it be interesting if there was some validity to that theory? I'd bet there'd be a lot of women my age volunteering to go to all the high schools and colleges to prove it too, or certainly have a lot of fun trying. Boys all over the country would be required by law to submit to being tested, and horny women like me would drain every drop out of them for the greater good of science too. "What do you think," I reply as I release my grasp of his still swollen organ and immerse my hands in the thick sticky juices of love that cover his boyish chest. Can there be anything more pleasing to the eyes than a young boy with a massive erection and thick globs of pure white semen smeared all over his virgin body? There was a time when I felt uncomfortable watching some of the videos on Charlie's computer, and it wasn't because of the sex either, but more to do with the fact I was identifying more with their age than my own. I became fixated on the fact that a young lover could last for hours, and once I became aware of just how well-endowed my own son was, I knew it would only be a matter of time before I'd be sitting right where I am now. "I love it when I make myself all sticky," he says as he watches me lathering my face and tiny tits with his juices. Instantly I feel a jolt of excitement as what he just said starts to penetrate my consciousness, for years I tried to get Donny to paint his face and neck with his own cream, but I think it was just his homophobic fear of his own semen that stopped him from evolving further like I had. Women are just so much more in touch with their inner self than men are, and as much as they deny it, they are just so squeamish when it comes to sex. They'll stick their fingers in our pussy's and watch as we ravenously lick our own juices without hesitation, but God help us if we ask them to suck our pussy's after they've filled us with their juices. That was always one of my biggest disappointments when it came to making love with Donny, and as much as he knew what I wanted, he just couldn't summon up enough courage even as I pleaded with him to try it. For some reason though, I suspect Charlie isn't going to suffer from the same hang ups about sex as his father did, of course, in being fair to Donny, I doubt there are that many men out there that have finally crossed that line either. If there are, their wives and girlfriends are experiencing pleasures that make regular sex seem so bland in comparison. "You have no idea how much this turns me on," I say as I start pasting his face with his own semen. Between his still rock hard organ sticking straight up between my thighs, and my fingers massaging his own cream into his face and hair, the overwhelming urge to slide his cock deep inside me has me almost light headed. This is how two people are supposed to have sex, no limits or boundaries either, and as long as no one is being coerced, then there should be no limits as to the pleasures they'll enjoy together. I imagine right now there are brothers and sisters who have tip toed to each other's room and are enjoying the forbidden bliss that only comes from becoming one, and of course the mother's like me who steal themselves into their teenage son's room to find relief too. I guess as long it's not forced, what's the big deal? "I can't wait any longer," is all I say as I literally rise up on my knees so I can guide his massive organ towards my throbbing vagina. "OH God," he moans to the deity that I'm sure is disapprovingly watching what we're both doing together. "Look," is all I say as his nearly eleven inches of love starts to slowly disappear inside me. What's happening to me now is exactly why I had to let the robe fall to the floor, my senses were all so hopelessly skewed as my body tried to comprehend what was going on without the ability to actually see it unfolding in front of me. Unless you're born blind, sex is just something that has to be seen to be truly appreciated. How people can just fuck in the dark is beyond me, and only once too, and then they'll merely roll over and go to sleep as if nothing happened. Not me, and I doubt Charlie is going to settle for one shot at my pussy either, and if he does, he's in for a stern lecture from a very horny woman. "You like my tight pussy," is all I say as I feel his balls bottom out against my ass. I can tell he's in shock, it's one thing to have his dick in me, but quite another for me to use language that I'm sure he never expected to ever hear coming out of my mouth. Then again, last night I meekly straddled him and let him slide inside me, and all while not uttering a single word. Not tonight though, and if he's really like me, he's goanna talk just as dirty I am. At least that's one thing Donny had no problem with when he was fucking me, and I hope Charlie shares that vice as well. "I use to dream about cutting a hole in your leotards," he whispers as our bodies get in sync with each stroke of his monster dick as it starts relentlessly gaping my poor vagina ever wider with each new thrust. Every woman should experience what I'm feeling right now, and there's simply no comparison of what a dick this big can do to your pussy either. Even my ten inch dildo failed miserably compared to the way I'm being stretched now, and the fact it's not just my vagina that is feeling the effects that just makes it so inconceivable too. The sensation of my rectum opening and closing as her slutty sister is impaled again and again is a pleasure that I hadn't counted on. Donny fucked me in the ass many times, but having that same feeling as my pussy is being stretch is just all entirely new for me. "Why didn't you," is all I can manage to say as his dick mercilessly starts to gain momentum? God how I loved those black leotards, I use to stare in the mirror mesmerized by my own reflection too, and of course the thought of what it would do to Charlie played over and over again in my head as I worked up the courage to actually let him see me dressed like that. After all, it was just my workout outfit I told myself, and the fact I wore no panties had more to do about not wanting panty lines than letting him see the outline of my pussy. Perhaps I'm stretching the truth a bit, but certainly not any more than the way my pussy is being stretched right now. "I wanted to cut the seam in the crotch with a razor so that when you stretched your legs wide open the material would rip apart," he says reminding me of the very few times that I actually let my excitement completely overpower my decision making. I remember that he just got his license, and that just triggered something inside me that left me helpless to urges that just kept building inside me. He was watching TV and I came upstairs from working out, being hot and sweaty might be a turn-off for most women, but to me it's an aphrodisiac. Anyway, I laid on the couch across from him and brought my knees up to my chest and spread myself as wide open as I could, our eyes locked and then I saw his gaze shift to my crotch which was already soaking in my own juices. He must have known how I excited I was, and if it wasn't for that long football shirt, I would have known how aroused he was too. "You liked looking at Mommy's pussy," I say as he pulls me down and starts fucking me with long deep strokes that tell me he won't be able to last much longer. For some reason saying Mommy to him as his cock readies itself for another ejaculation excites me in ways that I just can't comprehend yet. And even before when he called me Mommy as my hands were sliding up and down his dick, I could tell he was just as into this forbidden realm of incestuous pleasures as I am. I guess it's one thing that we're actually fucking each other, but the aspect of not even trying to mask it in any way just makes it all the more naughtier. At some point though, I think we're going to have to deal with some issues, but right now my pussy is the only one who is capable of making any rational decisions for me. "I can't hold it much longer," he moans as he buries his mammoth organ inside me as deeply as he can. Suddenly, the feeling of his hands spreading my ass wide open sends a surge of adrenalin through me that totally catches me by surprise, and the feeling of his fingers gently probing my ass hole as his dick shoots its sultry load deep inside me is just one more reason why I know I've made the right decision about what we're doing now. And if there were any lingering doubts, the finger ever so slowly slipping into my naughty hole is eradicating any resistance that may still be hiding somewhere deep inside my consciousness. I'm his fuck toy now, and...he's mine as well. This is all so new to him, and yet, he's touching me in a place now that even his father dared not go to until we were in our late twenties. Of course, from what I've seen in the videos on Charlie's computer, getting fucked in the ass is just considered normal as far as sex is concerned in today's world. Well, at least as far as the girls in the videos are concerned, but I suspect that all the boys who jerk off imaging their dicks' exploding deep in the bowels of those skinny nymphs' aren't going to settle for anything less once they find a skinny slut of their own. I can already tell we're just so much alike when it comes to sex, and even though I'm over twenty years older than he is, my senses tell me that there's nothing he won't try when it comes to pleasing me. And as if I needed any more proof, the sensuous fragrance of his semen mixed with our perspiration that is painted on both of our faces just adds to the evidence as to why he's the one I've been waiting so long for. I'll admit that I never thought I'd find a lover who would share my fetish for semen, and to think that's it's my own son who's going to be tasting that magical elixir of our juices mixed together makes me realize just how truly lucky I am. I remember how Donny use pull out of me and watch as his cream slowly started to ooze out of my pussy, and he truly so loved it too, but he just couldn't bring himself to put his mouth and tongue where I so desperately wanted him too. Charlie is different though, and I know when he slides that creature out of me, his mouth and tongue are going to be rewarded with a creamy desert that I just know he'll become addicted to just like I am. "You liked filling Mommy's pussy with cream," I whisper in his ear as I get up on my knees and start slowly inching towards his face as my vagina starts to ooze his thick white salty seed onto his chest. I don't know what's got into me, and for some reason I just know he's not going to reject what I'm offering him now. In all the years that Donny and I were together this was the one fantasy I had that I always prayed would happen. I knew Donny would probably never be able to do it, but I always held out hope that one day I'd excite him so much that he wouldn't be able to resist it any longer. If only men knew what they were missing, and I suppose most women as well for that matter. "I always wondered what it would taste like," he says as I gently lower my vagina filled with his cream on to his waiting mouth. I know this may sound so ludicrous, but the image flashing in my head now is of something that I saw recently on the National Geographic channel, and for some strange reason it's exciting me. I seriously doubt that all the viewers who watched as a mother eagle feeding her ravenous chick bits of delectable morsels would have anything in common with what I'm doing now, but too me, I kind of think there's some similarities that at first glance are easily over looked. After all, I'm nurturing Charlie in a way that only a loving mother could do for her offspring, and besides that, I'm sure there has to be some nutritional benefits to what's sliding down his throat now. For years I prayed for just one scene of a guy going down on his partner after he ejaculated in her vagina, but sadly, not once did I ever see anyone even come close to it. Of course, gay guys do it all the time, but it's just not the same when you see a pussy hemorrhaging thick white wads of semen begging to be feasted on by the one responsible for its appearance. It's getting better though, more and more I'm seeing videos of two girls being fucked by one guy, and usually one of the girls eagerly laps the pussy that's been filled with cum. I never really thought about it before, but as I feel my ass and vagina being treated to pleasures that words are helpless to possibly convey what's happening to me now, the thought of sucking Charlie's semen out of some young girl's gaping vagina is flashing in front of my eyes now, and I'm liking what I'm seeing too. "Isn't it so decadent," is all I can utter as I feel his mouth and tongue fulfilling a dream that I still can't believe is actually happening to me now. * I've only been blindfolded for about fifteen minutes, and already I can feel my other senses frantically trying to compensate for my lack of vision. The ticking of the clock on the wall banging out each second as my ears become acutely attuned to time in a way unlike anything I've ever experienced before just adds to my anxiety, and the vibrations of someone walking towards me are being amplified through the legs of the couch alerting me to the imminent arrival of my captor. This truly has to be every woman's worst fear, and yet, here I am replicating the very same scenario that I lived through several months ago. "Please, Please don't hurt me," I say begging my unseen captor to show mercy to me. In my mind I picture what his eyes are revealing to him, and a sense of uncontrollable excitement surges throughout my entire body as the extent of the perilous position that I find myself in now starts to sink in to my consciousness. The image of a naked young woman kneeling on a couch with her back facing me with both her legs spread wide apart sends an instant shiver between my legs, and the fact that it's my own body that is trussed like a helpless animal just makes it all the more electrifying. It's funny how as my hands and legs were being bound with ropes, the vulnerability I was feeling was heightened even more by the fact my sight was deprived from me, an element that I added that my real captors failed to pick up on that is proving to be most enjoyable. Truly, this is every woman's nightmare come true, and yet, it's also a secret fantasy that none of us will ever admit too, but the reality is that many of us finger ourselves as we imagine our pussy's being violated again and again in situations where we are helpless to control. How can there be guilt if we're forced to suck a dick that is forced down our throats by the intimidation of a man holding a gun to our heads? That's the beauty of the world of make believe, and as women, we're masters at the art of fantasying about forbidden pleasures, even as we mask our lascivious desires behind faces of sweet naïve creatures no one could possibly suspect of having such dark thoughts. "What are you going to do to me," I moan as that fear of being raped and sodomized finally takes hold of me in a way that starts to seem almost real to me now. The smell of my vagina ripe with the fragrance my own juices fill my nostrils as I realize my body has already surrendered itself to the prospect of being violated by my unknown assailant. And as much as I know that this is all just part an elaborate role-playing fantasy Charlie and I are engaging in, it's proving to be more exciting than I had anticipated. I think part of it has to be just how vulnerable I am right now, after all, I'm totally helpless to what Charlie wants to do to me, and that's stirring desires inside me that I never even suspected existed. It's not like I didn't know I had a kinky side before, but the idea that I could really be subjected to something like this is really proving to be very enjoyable. I know what I'm feeling should be repugnant, and yet, the aroma of my pussy burning with anticipation of being stuffed with an eleven inch cock just keeps my excitement escalating to the point where nothing else matters now. I need to feel his dick slide inside me, and truthfully, if those two men had wanted to fuck me that night, I'm sure my pussy would have rewarded them with a well lubed orifice too. Just a Matter of Fate "Please don't," I say feigning my objection more out of what's expected of a woman who finds herself in a situation like this. God forgive me for saying this, but the last few months have probably been the happiest of my entire life. Of course, I know most of it is due to the unbelievable sex Charlie and I are having together, but the truth is that we're experiencing pleasures that most people will never come close to achieving even in the longest of relationships. And what's so stunning to me is the fact that we can share even our most intimate secrets without fear of judgment or repudiation. It's like I'm talking to one of my closest girlfriends when I pour out all my secrets to him, and what's even more amazing is the way he's been able share things about himself that I doubt most so-called healthy adult males could ever possibly do. I know for a fact Donny couldn't put into words what really turned him on, and I don't mean just things like getting his dick sucked or even seeing me with my legs spread wide open either. Men are just too insecure about themselves to reach the levels emotionally that we as women seem to flourish so easily at without even trying, and heaven forbid if we point it out to them, then that fragile male ego will sulk like a toddler's until we sooth their wounded pride with a nice long luscious blowjob. Charlie on the other hand can effortlessly express himself in ways that are more reminiscent of the gender that lacks that beautiful tool he has hanging between his legs, and as such, I'm finding that I'm drawn to his emotional awareness as much as I am his giant organ. It's one thing to be fucked again and again by a loving partner, but when you start hear whispering in your ears of things that make your heart melt...that's when you know that something truly remarkable is happening. "OH GOD," I moan as I feel him sliding the head of his dick against both my aching holes. What would any woman do if she was confronted with a Sophie's choice of which orifice she wanted to be ravaged? I know ninety-nine per cent would choose their pussy over their ass-hole, and considering how big his dick is, most of them would have chosen correctly too. For me though, I know that by the time tonight is over, my mouth, pussy and ass-hole are all going to be filled with semen. "NO, NO, NO, not there," I squeal as I feel his prick pressuring my anus to invite it inside. Charlie likes fucking me in the ass just as much as his father use too, and once my dildo proved to me that I wouldn't be ruptured internally by such a large organ, he's been double fucking me for a weeks now. The fact he can ejaculate in my vagina and then instantly slide deep inside my bowels is just incredible, and all without even showing a hint of needing to recuperate either. He's spoiling me, and what's even more important, I'm spoiling him in ways that I know he'll never find from some little teenage princess he goes to school with. His dick is mine now, and if some little slut is going to push me out of the way, she better get used to having her ass-hole split open. "Take my pussy and I won't fight, I promise," I moan as I realize this is exactly what any woman would say if forced to choose where she's going to be violated. The feeling of his organ gently pushing against the opening of my vagina instantly sends a feeling of exhilaration shooting throughout my entire body, and as he slowly inches deeper and deeper into my womb, all my thoughts are becoming scrambled as I'm being impaled with an organ that most women would kill to have inside them. Big dicks' just fuck harder and deeper, and as I feel him starting to bottom out inside me, it's taking all my will power to stick to the character that I'm supposed to be imitating. "I can't believe how you fill me," I moan as I feel my vagina literally stretched to its limits by his enormous organ. The sudden jolt from his hand hitting the back of my head shocks me back to reality as I feel him slowly sliding out of me, and the sensation of my anus being forced open makes me wonder if maybe that isn't Charlie's dick that is trying to gain entry to my ass-hole. All the times he's fucked me in the ass, I've always stressed how important it is not to go back in my vagina, to men it's just another way to get off, but every woman knows that the dreaded UTI is a real threat if a dick ladened with anal bacteria goes back into their vaginas. "NO," is all I can say as I struggle helplessly as I feel my ass-hole swelling itself to accept the unwanted intruder. I can't believe what he's doing to me, and what's even more amazing is the way he gave me a whack on the back of my head. Again and again I told him how I wanted this to be as real as possible, and as I feel his dick stretching my ass wide open; I realize he was listening to my every word. That's what's so special about him; most men would be blindly pumping me now, but not Charlie, he's as into this moment just as much as I am. "You're too big," I moan as I know virtually every other woman would be saying the same thing if they were where I am now. Anal isn't for everyone, I can always tell the girls in the videos who have that grimacing smile are the ones who are being forced by the camera to act as though they are enjoying it. I guess it's just one of those things that you either love it or hate it, and luckily for Charlie, I'm one of those girls that get off on it as much as guys do. We're in the minority though; maybe one out of a hundred likes getting fucked in the ass, but when a guy finds one of us, they'll seldom go out looking for anyone else. "Please stop," I whimper as I feel my bowels slowly being filled with his manhood. I remember how horny I use to get looking at my brothers' naughty magazines, and then one day quite by accident I discovered a drawer full of cucumbers in the refrigerator while I was still in heat. Needless to say that's when my pussy started to be routinely stretched on a nightly basis, and as if that wasn't bad enough, it wasn't long before I started stuffing carrots and zucchini's up my ass too. If boys can jerk off two or three times a day, then girls should also be entitled to just as much pleasures as their male counterparts. "OH GOD," is all I can moan as I feel his fingers pinching my clit. If it wasn't for the massive organ between his legs, I'd swear Charlie was more like a girl than a guy. He just instinctively knows so well what drives me crazy, and as I feel his cock starting to slide in and out of my ass, the realization that I'm probably going to feel hot jets of semen filling deep inside my bowels as my own orgasm sweeps over me has me almost light headed with anticipation. The fact that this is how I usually get myself off again shows me just how intently my baby has been paying attention to what I like, and he'll be rewarded very handsomely for it too. "It's not supposed to feel this good," I moan as I know some women would accidentally let it slip while at the same time being racked with guilt for feeling such pleasures at a time when they know they should be struggling to resist what's happening to them. One of the unexpected pleasures from what is happening right now is the complete lack of communication that exists between us. Besides the slap on the back of my head, his dick is only other way I know that someone is actually standing behind me, and as such, it's just making this illusion seem even more realistic. Even the slapping sound of my cheeks as he pumps me faster and faster sends a shiver down my spine as both his dick and his fingers work their unholy magic on me. The soft moans my ears detect alerts me that he's getting close to ejaculating, and the near frantic movements of his fingers on my clit tells me he wants both of us to cum at the same time. Timing is everything when it comes to sex, and with Charlie lately, we've been able to get in sync as far as our orgasm's are concerned. It just has to be so rare that two lovers can cum at the same time, but somehow we've stumbled on a way to do it almost on a regular basis now. "Please don't stop," I shamelessly whimper as I imagine myself locked in a basement being defiled by an unseen presence furiously fucking me in the ass as I scream out for him to go faster. I wonder how many women who are actually kidnapped and gangbanged secretly succumb to what they're bodies are being forced to accept. Survival is an instinct that has virtually no peers when it comes to living for just another minute or two, and as I feel my ass-hole clamping tightly around my assailants organ as he relentlessly pushes me closer to my orgasm, I suddenly realize the monumental guilt that a woman could endure once freed and returned to her husband after being subjected to pleasures that's she knew she shouldn't have enjoyed so much. Thank God this is just a contrived fantasy Charlie and I are acting out, because if it was really happening to me now, I'm afraid I'd be a willing participant once my pussy got wet. That terrible night proved to me and Charlie just what I'm capable when I get aroused, and the leering look on both men's faces as they stared at my soaking vagina caused such a rush of adrenalin in me that taking each one deep inside me was one of the thoughts that kept popping up in my head. The thought of Charlie watching as they pumped my ass and pussy full of cum caused me so much distress too, but the fact that it also excited me wasn't lost on my vagina either. "OH GOD," I cry out as I feel my insides burning in a way that causes both pain and unmatched ecstasy as well. This is what I live for now, and the sensation of his hot juices filling my ass reminds me why what's happening between Charlie and me is just so right for the both of us. Whether it was an accident of fate or Nature, all I know is that I've never known such pleasures with anyone like way I do with him. Even Donny on his best day would have left me frustrated after what my body has become accustomed to now, and luckily for me, my baby's appetite for anything carnal matches my own so perfectly too. "I'm cumming," is all I can utter as I feel my bowels being bathed in warm milky semen while the first waves of my orgasm start to envelop me in a rapture of illicit pleasures. Charlie just seems years ahead of where he should be for being a boy of only eighteen, I don't know if it's because his dick is so big or the fact he's effeminate in so many ways, but whatever it is, he's bringing me so much pleasure now that my body's struggling to absorb what's happening to it. Even my clit is screaming with delight with the way it is being molested, and as far as my ass-hole is concerned, it's absolutely convinced Charlie is a god sent from Olympus to service it like no mere mortal man could possibly ever do. This is the time I love the most, my orgasmic convulsions slowly fading away as I still feel myself stuffed with my lovers still rock hard organ. Not one of my girlfriends would believe me if I told them that my lover's ability to keep an erection after ejaculating is unlike anything I've ever experienced, and his prowess for non-stop fucking truly makes him almost god like too. Such a pity my bff Amy Tolson couldn't feel his dick sliding in and out of her, I know for a fact that for her it would be a life changing event like it has for me. "How can you still be so hard," I say spitting out my words just like anyone else would do if they were still impaled on a dagger that just refuses to comply with the rules of Nature. In the beginning I tried to keep our sexual rendezvous confined to his bedroom, but his seemingly unquenchable thirst for fucking soon found him opening my bedroom door looking for even more pleasure. At first I felt uneasy fucking him in the same bed his father had taken me so many times before, but his ability to maintain an erection after my mouth or pussy had drained him completely soon convinced me of the folly of not taking advantage of such a gift. What better way is there for a woman to be awoken than with an eleven inch cock burrowing deep inside her pussy? The fact I was always wet wasn't lost on him either, but if Donny was here, he'd tell of all the times my mouth was riding up and down his dick because I wanted more too, just like my baby does to me now. Ever so slowly I feel him pulling out of me, and as I struggle to picture my anus gaping wide open with thick pudding like clumps of semen oozing out of my ass-hole, the sudden thrust of his still rock hard organ deep inside my vagina startles me in a way that I had not prepared for. And all the times I told him pussy to ass, but never ass to pussy are blaring in my head as he his unexpected break from our routine has me unsure what to do. My concerns about getting a urinary infection seems to be fading with each stroke of his insatiable serpent, and as my vagina accepts whatever fate the bacteria world has waiting for her, I'm realizing just how satisfying it was to be fucked in the ass and then in the pussy. Of course, most men would need to recoup after blowing their load in their wives ass, but if a woman really wanted to feel what I'm experiencing now, she'd sneak into her son's room and shamelessly offer herself to him night after night. I bet nine out of ten offers would be gladly received too, and the lone exceptions would be attributed to the fact the one hold out is probably gay. "Who are you," I moan as he settles into a rhythm that I know he can easily maintain for several minutes now. "I'm a friend of Eddie and Mikey," he answers me in a voice that if I didn't know it was Charlie's I'd swear it was someone else. "What did you say," I scream out totally surprised by what he just said to me. He knows all my secrets, even the ones that I dare not share even with Amy have been shared with him too, and that remarkable bond that exists between us just seems to know no boundaries as he exploits a part of my life that still makes my pussy wet whenever I think about it. The truth that I so easily confided in Charlie is the fact that whenever I go into the auto parts store my brothers' own, the feeling of their eyes undressing me always leads to my panties getting soaking wet as they both try to hide the bulges in their trousers from me. It's as though all our teenage flirting is still waiting for us to cross that invisible line from fantasy to reality, and even though I've been riding Charlie's cock for the past several months, I still find myself compelled to go and tease two more dicks' that I know would fuck me if I only gave them the green light. "You know you want to fuck them," he says in a voice more reminiscent of a very good Batman imitation. The truth is that I've never found anyone who I could bare my most intimate wants and desires too, that is until Charlie, and even though we've become lovers, my admittedly dangerous obsession with having both my brothers' as my lovers was met with support and encouragement from him. Of course, the revelation that he and Rachael, Eddie's nineteen year-old daughter have been locked in a very sultry flirtation for the last few years made me realize just how adept he has become at manipulating events just like a woman would do. I have to admit that I was a little jealous at the thought of him sliding his dick inside that skinny tart, but he admitted that the thought of Eddie and Mikey fucking me caused him both guilt and excitement at the same time, just like how I feel about sharing him with Rachael. It's getting complicated what the two of us are pushing each other toward, and you would think what we're doing together would satisfy us, but the truth is that thinking of Eddie, Mikey and Rachael joining us is fueling my sexual urges even more than the dick that's impaling me now. "Just like you want to fuck Rachael," I say as if I turned some unseen switch on and instantly start getting pumped in a way that I know he won't be able to last much longer. That's it baby, long deep strokes, and the slapping of his balls against my ass as his cock pumps me furiously tells me just how I'm going to exploit this new found weakness I've discovered about him. Although, he's probably going to do the exact same thing about Mikey and Eddie, after all, we're just so much a like when it comes to teasing each other. The truth is there just seems to be no limits to what our appetites for sexual pleasure are demanding from us, and willingly or not, we're both giving into urges that neither of us have the power to resist anymore. "Hurry Charlie, you're mother just pulled in the driveway," I whisper hoping he picked up on what I just said. "I'm cumming, Rach, I'm cumming" he moans as he gently wraps his arms around me as his organ fills my womb with his warm creamy seed. * It's been three days and I'm still not fully recovered from what we did Saturday night, and as I still try and digest every scrumptious detail, the thoughts and images that keep going over and over again in my head just seem to have locked me in a perpetual state of arousal. All it takes is a random thought and I start throbbing between my legs to the point where it's almost painful, and the most bizarre part about it is the fact my vagina isn't the driving force behind it. It's the doors Charlie opened when he forced me to confront my unfulfilled yearnings for bedding my own brothers' that is fueling my rage, and of course picturing Charlie's enormous organ sliding in and out of Rachael's pussy as her father and uncle double team me is an intricate part of it too. It's funny how I never thought of her as a rival before, and truthfully, I don't think I actually do. Charlie is the one who has tried to plant those seeds in my head, and if he only knew the extent my imagination is doing to me as I picture that emaciated Lolita sucking my pussy clean after being filled with his cum. More and more I've noticed two young harlots servicing some lucky boy in Charlie's collection of videos, and after the way we pushed each other Saturday night, the obviousness of what he really wants hasn't been lost on me either. "Hey Mom, check this out," I hear him call out to me from his bedroom. The sight of him sitting naked at his computer immediately sucks the breath right out of me, and the beckoning of his enormous organ sticking straight up already has my vagina drowning in her own fluids. I bet every boy sitting at his computer jerking off wishes his mother was standing in the door way like I am now, and if push came to shove, I suspect a lot of those mothers have probably thought about doing it too. That's just the cruel reality that Mother Nature has played on women my age, we're paired with teenage boys hemorrhaging their hormones while our own urges match theirs in almost every way imaginable. And sadly, we're forbidden to even think about what they're doing behind their bedroom doors, even as our vaginas alert us to the pleasures that await us if we only turned the door knob and embrace pleasures that are so unimaginable. "What's up," I say realizing immediately the double meaning of what I just said. "This is the one I was telling you about," he says as he proudly displays the image of the young girl that he says could be my clone. I don't know where this website finds these young maidens, but the image staring back at me makes no hint as to what this gorgeous young creature will be doing in a few more frames. The ankle length sun dress accented by a look of complete innocence has already made my vagina go into a state of near frenzy, and as I wait for this shy young nymph to transform herself into a sultry Lolita, I can't help but notice Charlie's organ literally throbbing with excitement. He knows full well what each click of the mouse is going to show me, and as I ready myself to be dazzled by yet another of his monstrous ejaculations, I can't help but to be seduced by the young beauty who does seem to possess an uncanny resemblance to me. Perhaps that is a woman's vanity speaking right now, but I've learned firsthand what appeals to my son, and seemingly shy young girls who mask their insatiable appetite for sex is what gets him off the most. Just a Matter of Fate I guess I have to admit that I'm an enabler as far as his masturbating is concerned, and rather than have him milking that gorgeous organ behind a closed door, I've encouraged him to do what every other teenage boy does at least two or three times a day, but without that fear of being caught. Of course, that fear of being discovered is exactly what makes it all the more exciting for all those horny young boys jerking themselves off to pictures and videos on their computers, and the thought of their mother or sister intruding on them just makes them start to get ever bolder in wanting to get caught. I remember how Mikey and Eddie would walk around the house with a bulge in their sweat pants whenever Mom wasn't around, and as much as I wanted to open the door to their room to watch them masturbate, I just couldn't summon up the courage to ever do so. Mom would have had a heart attack if she only knew how close I came to being ravaged by them, and oh so willingly too. I guess if I could only beam back in time, Charlie's cock wouldn't have been the first incestuous fucking my pussy had ever experienced. I wonder if it's too late to try, after all, they're both available now, and not dating anyone as far as I know. The fact they both salivate after me whenever I see them suggests they'd be open to finishing what we all never quite had the opportunity to consummate so long ago. "She looks just like Miss Honey," I hear him say breaking me out of my sultry daydream. For me, one of the more interesting revelations that have come to light is Charlie's infatuation for the children's movie Matilda. It's about a little girl with magical powers who is harassed by her unscrupulous parents played by Danny DeVito and Rhea Perlman, and it truly is a feel good move too. But all the times I caught Charlie watching it always made me wonder what it was about that movie that was so alluring to him, especially since he was watching it just a few days before our home invasion. Little did I know just how attracted he was to me, and especially the surrogate in that movie who he fantasized about as I naively sat across from him oblivious to what was really going on. As I listened to him confess how he use to slide his sweat pants down and stroke himself as he imagined his cock sliding in and out of the gentle and timid young teacher who had befriended Matilda, I was totally blindsided by the fact he said that she's as close to being me than anyone he'd ever seen. At first I was stunned about how he could possibly compare me to that shy young creature that probably could barely make eye contact with a perspective lover, let alone even flirting with one. But as I scrutinized her character unlike any other I've ever seen, the perceptions Charlie had of her and me quickly began to make sense. I guess it's like hearing your own voice on a tape recorder, and if you didn't actually know it was you, you'd swear it was someone else's voice you were listening too. Donny always use to say no one would believe him if he ever gave details of our love life to anyone, after all, who would suspect that the sweet looking young girl who blushed so easily would be capable of giving pleasures that most men only dream about. Even now I can't explain why I get so horny, I wonder if part of it might be due to all the times Mikey and Eddie use to get me so excited just before I'd go to bed. Both of them knew what they were doing to me too, and of course the fact I wanted to go into their room and fuck both of them told me early on just what kind of passion was burning between my legs, and I suspect Charlie's is a mirror image to mine too. "Here comes the hot ones," he says as he shamelessly lubes the green masturbator sex toy I bought for him at the VIP store. I just find it so irresistible that he can actually sit there stroking himself with me standing right next to him, and it just shows the level of trust he has in me that he can do something that I'm sure so many other teenage boys dream about as they explode nightly in the naughty towels that their mother's probably supply for them. I have to wonder how many women succumb to their urges and let their tongues lick the forbidden treat that Nature has left for them? Once Charlie turned eighteen, I had no qualms about feasting on his semen, and I'm sure I'm not the only mother who has done it too. Frame by frame I watch as the beautiful young girl slowly pulls the sundress over her head, and like magic she's suddenly standing there with her small breasts and bald vagina appearing more like a startled juvenile virgin than the hot little vixen she really is. The fact this could be any girl just a block or two away that has been intruded upon by her horny brother makes it all the more erotic too, and I'd be curious as to just how often something like this really happens. I remember how I'd lay in bed every Saturday morning hoping either Mikey or Eddie would discover me with my naked body completely exposed, but sadly, the door knob never turned. This just seems so surreal; here I am standing next to my teenage son who just happens to be naked, and he's showing me nude pictures of a girl who is obviously only eighteen or nineteen that he says is my double. I know that I've managed to turn back the clock through dieting, but if Charlie sees me like this, then how can my vanity possibly ignore this gift he's offering me. I defy any woman to turn away the surge of excitement that I'm feeling right now as I'm being compared to a beautiful young creature that could tempt any man with her beguiling charms. "She's gorgeous," is all I can manage to come up with as I stare at the young Lolita looking back at me. We've broken through so many of the barriers that ever existed between us, and because of it, we're able to share our most intimate desires without fear of ridicule or rejection. For me though, discovering just how much anxiety having a large penis can affect someone as young as Charlie was something that caught me totally off guard. I just assumed that having a big dick would give him a surge of confidence, and yet, when I discovered that he had Dr. Jameson give him a note excusing him from gym, I started to see the world through his eyes. I suppose it might be like a young girl with big breasts, we all assume that it's every girls dream to have big boobs; at least I did when I was a teenager, but not all girls view it that way. I remember how Ellen Sager hated all the attention she received because of the size of her tits, and all while I was despising my tiny A cup bra that she was probably so envious of too. "I told you she looks just like you," he says slowly sliding the green sleeved masturbator up and down the full length of his glistening organ. In the blink of an eye the little virgin has her legs wide open, and the dick that has her mouth and tongue preoccupied looks as big as Charlie's too. He knows my weaknesses so well, as I do his, and yet, our exploitations of each other's most secret wants and desires is met with an enthusiasm by each of us in a way that I'm sure most couples barely ever come close to discovering even in the longest of relationships. It's unbelievable the chemistry we have with each other, and to think that it's only been a matter of a few months makes me wonder just how much more we're both going to discover about each other. Just the other night I let him watch me get myself off, and I still can't quite explain why it both frightened and excited me at the same time, but all I know is that the feeling of his eyes on me as I rubbed myself with that big black dildo buried all the way inside my pussy was one of the best orgasms I've ever had. Maybe part of it was because he wanted me to act as though he discovered masturbating, after all, don't a lot of women share their son's secret wish to be found out with their pussy's being worked by a large sex toy? All those nights where I'd be frantically pounding that artificial dick in and out of me as I prayed for the door knob to start turning seem like a hundred years ago. I even thought of leaving the door open just a little so he might hear my moans and want to investigate what I was doing, but of course I'd chicken out each time the moment presented itself to actually be done. I just think it's so ironic that we both were caught up in the same fantasy, and the truth is that both of us were so close to doing it too. I can't put into words how much I adore the fact that he can sit there shamelessly stroking himself in front of me, and all while showing me graphic pictures of a skinny nymph with her legs spread wide open too. I guess I'm becoming just as addicted to looking at young pussy as he is, although, for me it's more about the young boys shooting their nasty tasty treat all over those young pussy's that's got me hooked. I guess the truth is we're both benefiting from looking at erotica; Charlie gets to fantasize about all those girls he'd like to fuck as my mouth is riding up and down his dick, and I get to imagine being locked in a room with three or four of those horny teenagers as I get my pussy stretched by him. We both win, and what's even more amazing is that we're sharing those intimate details with each other too, and that fear of being ridiculed or scolded is completely absent. "Be careful with the keyboard," I say not wanting him to duplicate what he did a few weeks ago. I imagine he's not the only teenage boy that's saturated a keyboard with semen, and as we contemplated bringing it in for repair, we decided it probably wiser to just buy another one. I suppose it's not all that uncommon either, after all, jerking off is just a part of every teenage boys life. I have to wonder what all those mother's out there think when they see the telltale signs of dried semen all over their son's keyboard? If they're still active sexually, they'll instantly know what it is, and they'll probably get their panties soaking wet because of it too. "I couldn't help it," is all he says as my eyes monitor both the image on the screen and the speed at which the sex toy is now sliding up and down his cock. I promised myself that I wouldn't come in here tonight, but the allure of knowing what he's doing at his computer is just something I don't seem to have an antidote for yet. Although some nights I can resist those terrible urges without giving it another thought, but nights like this one find me so susceptible to desires that are only being heightened by the graphic images on the computer of a girl that he says resembles me. "Well, I guess I better take my robe off," is all I say letting him know where I expect his semen to land. "This isn't as good as the real thing, but it's better than my hand," he says with just a hint that he'd rather be shooting it deep inside my pussy. He's just so insatiable when it comes to fucking me; I know he wants more than two or three times a week, but the reality is that my vagina can only take so much pounding by him. Then again, he does have my sex drive, so jerking him off or sucking him seems like a reasonable solution to me. But he wants attention every night, and hard as I try not to, I always seem to end capitulating to not only his urges, but mine as well. "That's what my pussy looks like when you're fucking it," I whisper in his ear as the skinny nymph on the screen gets a dose of a big dick buried deep inside her. "Yeah, but this is what I really want," he says as he clicks the next image which shows a skinny nearly flat chested brunette joining the still fucking young couple. Rachael, that's who you see, and the fact the fluids dripping down my thighs tells me just how much I'm enjoying this moment too. It's funny that I never equated his seemingly harmless teenage crush for his cousin would look anything like what I'm looking at now, and my being so oblivious to what he's been steering me towards again highlights just how much attuned he is to his feminine side. Most guys would just blurt out what turns them on, but Charlie is different, and I'm learning to appreciate just how special he really is. "Where are we going to find a girl that will suck your balls and lick my pussy," I say as feelings of Saturday night's Tsunami of emotions start to overpower me in a way that seems almost supernatural in nature now. Poor skinny Rachael, I guess I'm being hard on her because she reminds me so much of myself at that age, and the simple truth that she and I have been mistaken for mother and daughter many many times were never lost on me either. She has no tits, and that ultra-small ass of hers just makes me jealous every time I see it too. But that gorgeous smile and little girl charm always melts my heart, and the thought of such a sensitive young creature being impaled by the monstrosity sticking up between my son's legs is already being added to the list of fantasies that I'll get myself off too. "She wants too, but she's afraid," he says slowing his hand as he becomes aware just how far my female intuition has already taken me. I always wondered what they were up too before I get home from work, and the image of her delicate hands sliding up and down her own cousin's dick instantly appears in my head. The truth is they've always been close, and when her mother disappeared with her secret lesbian lover ten years ago, it was me who wouldn't allow her to go home alone until Eddie got home from work. And even now being a freshman in college, more often than not, I see her car pulling away as I'm making my turn onto our street. "That tight little pussy of hers must be screaming to be stretched," I say as I realize the KY glistening on his cock is going to prevent me from taking him in my mouth. That's why he seems to be lasting longer lately, she's milking him before I get home from work, and then he confidently fucks me like a lover many years his senior would do knowing full well he wouldn't suffer from pre-ejaculation like he did in the beginning. Is it him or her that is so devious, or is devious even the right word to use to describe what's going on now. Whatever it is, I'm finding the notion of that little vixen is working up the courage to actually take such a large penis inside her very alluring to say the least. "I want more than just her mouth and hands" he says clicking the next image of the Rachael like maiden with a dick half buried inside her vagina. The thought of my mouth feasting on her pussy as thick wads of semen oozes out of her nearly buckles my knees, and the motion of the masturbator starting to go faster as he pictures himself buried deep inside his cousin tells me my time for being smeared with all his delicious nectar is almost at hand. How all my friends can say how disgusting a squirting dick is beyond me, and I suspect Rachael is more like me than them. "Does she get on her knees so you can shoot it all over her face and tits," I say assuming the position that I know she must do a few times a week. "OH GOD," he moans as a massive load of cum is blasted all over my face. Every woman should be subjected to what's happening to me now, and even though most of them would probably still detest it, I'm sure there would be a few converts who would become addicted to it just as much as I am. How can they possibly ignore such a gift from Mother Nature, especially when it's being shot out of a dick as big as this one? "Don't worry baby, she'll be riding your dick and sucking my pussy shortly," I say as I lather my hands so my mouth and tongue will know the taste of the delicacy that he just gave me. * Like a leaky faucet slowly surrendering one drop at a time, Charlie finally revealed to me the true extent of what he and Rachael have been doing the last few weeks. In a way it's partly my fault, if it wasn't for the surge of confidence I've given him these past several months, I'm quite sure he would have been too timid to even contemplate seducing Rachael the way he did. But once his dick started being sucked and fucked by me on a regular basis, that fear of being rejected by her evaporated once he grasped just how much the allure of her seeing just how big his cock really is, after all, if his own mother couldn't resist it, how could his sultry cousin? God really should have given him a pussy too; he just seems to know all our catty ways as though he was one of us, and his magnificent ability to lure us like we do to men is just so incredible. Poor Rachael never had a chance either; the sight of him sitting at his computer stroking that beautiful organ of his was just too much for her, and the accompanying blasting of his ejaculation all over his keyboard as she stood mesmerized sealed her fate, just like it sealed mine a few months ago. A big dick coupled with a lot of semen is just too much for any woman to resist, and the fact that even the implications of fucking a family member would probably only sway the most radical from surrendering to those unrelenting urges that would descend on them. As much as I fear being found out by her, the thrill of hearing Charlie describe every scrumptious moment in such graphic detail like only a woman knows how's to do has literally ratcheted up my sexual arousal to the point that I'm beyond caring if I'm discovered by her now. After all, she's sixty-nineing him every chance she gets, and the difference between whether my pussy or her mouth is being used on his dick won't much matter if she ever reveals my secret to anyone. The truth is she's just like me now, and the thought of seeing her skinny ass sliding up and down Charlie's cock makes me ache every time I think about it too. For me now, I've become obsessed with the thought of somehow bringing the three of us together as lovers. Even though there's a part of me that almost feels like I'm being used as a pawn, the images of that skinny girl who looks like Rachael lapping cum out of the other girl's juicy hole just keeps haunting me to the point where that's the only thing that I think about now. And to make matters worse, the only videos and pictures that really excite me now are the ones where two girls are servicing some lucky boy, just as though Charlie had planned it too. He's manipulating me, and I suspect Rachael as well in a way that both of us are just helpless to resist, that is even if we wanted too. * "Lift it all the way up and count to three, and then slowly let it back down again," Rachael says as I struggle to comprehend what I'm looking at isn't just an erotic dream that I'll wake from frustrated and horny. This is only the third time we're working out together and already it's obvious that there's more going on here than just two women working out together. Usually I stick to just the treadmill and Pilates as my primary source of exercising, but when Charlie told me that Rachael was working part time at Planet Fitness, the idea of using Donny's gym room as a catalyst to see if she would be receptive to my advances just seemed to perfect to pass up. Evidently my instincts were correct, and the thought of getting my tongue between this skinny nymphs legs has my poor vagina in a near state of hysterics. The first time we worked out we both wore baggy sweat pants and T-shirts, and as much as I wanted to wear just my skin tight black leotards, the sound of that little voice whispering inside me urged me to move cautiously. But by the second workout, the throbbing of my vagina soon persuaded the rest of my body to ignore all the arguments that were being offered up as valid reasons why I shouldn't wear my most sensuous body suit, and the look on Rachael's face as I walked into the room virtually naked only validated what my vagina had already figured out. I could see it in her eyes how aroused she had become, and the telltale sign of her nipples sticking out of her t-shirt like two darts merely confirmed it too. It was absolutely electrifying what we were both experiencing, and as our workout progressed, that unmistakable aroma of two vaginas overheating filled the room with a fragrance that just seemed so intoxicating too. That invisible wall that had to be breached before I could push her do things that are only whispered in the night had clearly crumbled, and the thought of lapping her pussy filled with Charlie's cum just drove me to a level of arousal that seemed to have no limits. Of course, once I was sitting at my desk doing all the mundane clerical jobs at work, fear and doubt soon overwhelmed me as I struggled to accept what was happening was actually occurring. Charlie and I were already taking so many risks, and to bring another family member into our world of forbidden pleasures just seemed too risky. And as I sat there agonizing about what to do, the vibration of my phone receiving a text message as though sent from heaven broke me from my despair. 'Auntie, can't wait for tonight,' the message appeared before my eyes. And a few seconds later, 'hope you won't mind if I work out el natural' was staring back at my disbelieving eyes.