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Keep It In The Family

By: JANAMARIE



My older sister passed away a few years earlier and I was dying to wrap my legs around my brother Paul's back. She had told me ever since they met how great he was in the sack and while I would have never made a move on him while she was alive, he was fair game now. They have a nineteen-year old son, Mark, who was just getting ready for college and an eighteen-year old sexy looking daughter Sue. I would have loved to have Sue bury her face in my crotch as well as having Mark do his thing in my pussy. He was one good-looking hunk for such a young fellow.

I called Paul one Saturday under the pretense of my front door wouldn't lock properly and asked if he could come over and take a look at it since I couldn't get a locksmith to come out on a Saturday. It really had been giving me a little trouble getting the dead bolt to lock in place but it certainly wasn't a crisis. He promised he would be over in an hour or so. 

He was there as promised and had brought a small tool-box with him. He fiddled it with it for a half-hour or so and finally pronounced it 'as good as new'. I thanked him and offered him a glass of the wine I was drinking. He accepted and we just sat there shooting the breeze and sipping our wine. 

It became obvious he wasn't going to make a move on me so if anything were going to happen between us it would be up to me to get it started. 

I went out to the kitchen to grab the bottle of wine and when I returned leaned very close to him as I was filling his glass. I know I have nice tits and he hadn't been able to take his eyes off them since he arrived at my apartment. 

"Cath, have you every been married?"

"No, why do you ask? Not thinking of proposing are you?" I laughed.

"Not yet but I am wondering how a pretty thing like you has remained single. What are you thirty one or two?"

"Paul, nothing like going right for the jugular is there? Most men would dance around that question for hours trying to phrase it tactfully. Not you…right to the point." 

He laughed and said something about hating to waste time.

The top I was wearing was very loose and I intentionally took off my bra when I knew he was coming over to look at the door lock. I wanted him to see what he could have for the asking.

"I guess I just haven't found the right guy yet. I was pretty close a couple of years ago when I was living out on the West Coast but he was killed in a motorcycle accident and that ended that for a long time. I didn't even date for more than a year. I was horny as hell but couldn't bring myself to even sit and talk to another guy."

He responded with, "So now you can talk to guys. Are you still as horny?"

"Even more so. My fingers are my best date." I answered knowing if he couldn't take it from there there was little hope of anything happening between him and I without me just raping him.

"Now that's a shame as pretty as you are." He answered but now his eyes were glued to the points my nipples were making in my blouse.

I figured I better take the bull by the horns, or by the dick, and push on by responding, "Paul, are you suggesting you could help me do something about my problem?" 

Wow, that got him blushing like a schoolboy.

He stuttered something I couldn't understand so I got up and went over to him and when I was a few feet away pulled my blouse open and dropped it to the floor saying, "You've been staring at these for the last hour or so. You might as well get a plain view of them."

I thought he would shit. He was really stuttering now and I simply leaned over him and let them dangle in front of his face. I put one hand on the back of the sofa to support myself and then used the other to guide his face directly at my chest. He FINALLY got the message and used his hands to cup my breasts and hold them on either side of his face. He let his lips move to one of my nipples and that was it … we were on the road to a sexual encounter, as they might say in the movies.

My hand found its way to his crotch and unzipped him. He was half hard so it needed a little help in coming out to face the world but when it did … Oh boy. It is one lovely cock. It must be all of ten inches in length and thicker than a full-grown cucumber. In fact, when it got hard it reminded me of some of the long cukes I see on the grocer's shelf.

I dropped to my knees in front of him and let my tongue play with the head of his cock. I first let it trace around the ring and then let it travel up and down the shaft. I had a hand fingering each of the veins in his shaft swollen with anticipation of what was going to happen to it next.  I opened my mouth and took the head of it in as far as I was going to be able to and then closed my lips on it. I started to let my head rise and fall with my lips clamping his cock tightly and my tongue licking the underside of his cock as fast as I could.  I had one hand riding up and down the shaft as my mouth was trying to give him the pleasure he needed. I then took the other hand and let it move back to his asshole and let a couple of fingers just play lightly around the puckered lips of his ass. That seemed to turn him on as much as anything else I was doing and it wasn't very much longer that he was grabbing the back of my head and pulling it down even deeper on his cock. I resisted and pulled off of him saying, 

"Paul, I'll give you a blowjob as often as you want but I would love to feel your horse cock in my pussy right now."

I stood and pulled down my jeans and panties and then reached over and I didn't want the tender lips of my pussy getting torn up with his zipper so I pulled his pants to his ankles. I then moved over to sit on his lap and have his cock do some serious pussy diving. I knelt with one leg one either side of him and slowly lowered myself down onto the head of his swollen member. I could feel the huge head of it part my pussy lips and then open up my vaginal canal as it penetrated me even further. I threw myself down as hard as I could and he was buried all the way and I could feel his wonderful cock head touching parts of my pussy that had been virgin up until right then. My tits were swinging free and his lips were trying to hold onto a nipple as I was riding his cock. I slowed a little and reached behind his head and pulled his face to my tits and then held his head right there while I began my up and down motion again. We were both in our glory. I could feel his cock pulsing inside of me and since I had never fucked him before could only guess that was a signal he was ready to explode. My pussy was sending me all kinds of messages it was ready to let my juices flow. I gave it another few deep up and down thrusts and I was biting my lower lip to keep me from my usual orgasmic screeching as my pussy finally released my love juices. He had moved his hands to my hips and was throwing his cock high to meet every one of my thrusts and all I could hear from him was,

"God, I am going to explode."

I felt his cock pulse with each stream of his come deep inside of me. His cock was long enough it was shooting stream after stream up against the depths of my vagina. It felt terrific as my own juices found their way out of me along with his juices pouring out of my pussy.

I slipped off of him and dropped to my knees between his legs and lapped up the come juice still oozing from the read head of his cock. Once again I let my fingers trace the veins in his shaft but this time I had the very tip of my tongue playing with the slit in the end of his cock. I knew he wasn't ready to get hard so quickly but I could feel him squirming his butt as if he would like to. I stayed right there taking him deep in my mouth now he was soft and simply just sucked on his cock; not like giving him a blowjob but actually just sucking on it. He soon had his hands on the back of my head holding me right there and I heard him say,

"God Cath, you are one hell of a sensual woman. We are going to have to do a lot more of this."

"Mmmmmm." Was all I could get out with his cock so deep in my mouth.

He was now laying flat on the floor coming down from his orgasm when I decided he had a little more work to do … on me. I slipped my mouth off his cock and once again knelt over him. This time I had my pussy right in line with his mouth and our juices were dripping all over his face. I lowered myself to let his open mouth take the lips of my pussy inside of it. I could then feel his mouth sucking up our love juices and his tongue was burying itself as deep as it could possibly penetrate. I stayed like that for a little while before climbing off of him and lying beside of him.

I spoke first saying, "Well, Paul. You sure gave me the fucking I so desperately needed."

"I gave you! What are you talking about? You fucked me like I have never been fucked before and the way you sucked my cock is something I will never forget."

"Oh, I won't let you forget it. I'll be doing it to you quite often." I laughed.

Things went along pretty much that way for the next month or so. Paul and I would get it on a couple of times a week at this place but we had a bit of a problem keeping it from Mark and Sue. It seemed every time Paul and I would be trying to get together one or both of them had something they wanted him to do for or with them. We finally decided to make my house our sex castle.

We had just finished getting it on one afternoon and were just lying there shooting the breeze when I asked him if Sue ever had a boyfriend. He answered he didn't think so and I followed up with wondering if it was possible she has some lesbian tendencies. He had no idea but I said I would follow up on it and see if I could determine her sex status. I really wanted to know since I would have loved to have her eating me out. A virgin eating my pussy would drive me up the wall. 

The opportunity didn't arise for any in-depth kind of conversation for almost a month. I invited her over to my place to see some of the latest films out of Hollywood as I referred to the latest porn flicks. I didn't tell her in advance a couple of them were lesbian hotties.

She came over in cutoff jeans and a tank top and I poured us each a glass of wine telling her I wouldn't squeal to her dad. She laughed and took a huge gulp of it. I told her a couple of the tapes were porn and I would have to put them in the VCR to find out which was which and hoped she didn't mind.

"Aunt Cath, I'm not a child. I've probably seen dozens of them already."

Not a child…Hmmm. An eighteen-year-old adult … will wonders never cease? "Sue, I'd really appreciate if you just called me 'Cath' rather than with the 'Aunt' prefacing it"

OK Cath." She sort of smirked.

I put in a tape I knew was boy girl sex and let it go on for a few minutes before saying, 

"Oh hell, I've seen this one before," and reached over to rewind it.

The next one was pure lesbian and put it in. It started hot and heavy with a couple of young gals in a college dorm making moves on each other with one telling the other to lay back she had something she wanted to do. I thought I would try the same gambit and said I had also seen this one and acted pissed that I was going to have to rewind it also. Sue jumped in with, 

"Cath, don't take it out, I haven't seen it." Hmmmmm. 

It really was a pretty good tape and I was fumbling through the others to dig out another one featuring lesbians while the first was still playing. I found one looking as if it would fill the bill nicely. It had three gals going at it from the second it came on. 

I thought if I made the move as far as getting excited over watching the gals on the screen it might help her break the ice. I reached down to my crotch with one hand saying,

"Holy shit, they're making me hot."

She looked over at me and mumbled something sounding an awful lot like, 

"Me too."

That was enough to make me decide to make the first move and I reached over and put a hand on her leg and said,

"Sue, do you ever wish you were getting it on with another gal? I know I do. There are times when my pussy just twitches with passion and I use my fingers to give myself relief. How about you?" She didn't make any move to remove my hand from her leg, which had to mean something.

"Cath, hell yes, almost every night." 

"Maybe we ought to get together at night and give each other some relief," I offered.

"That sounds like a great idea to me. Would you have to tell Dad about it?" 

"Shit no. What he doesn't know won't hurt him. Look, I'm hot as hell right now watching this tape. Would you mind it if I dropped my pants and used my fingers on myself while we are watching it?"

"You mean in front of me? " She asked hesitantly and then went on with, "No, not at all. Maybe I can learn something watching you do it."

My pants were down and off in a flash and I leaned back on the sofa as my hand dove for my crotch. The first thing I did was open my pussy lips ever so softly and then let my fingers search out my clit and let them work on the sheath until they had the nub out and ready for some serious attention. I straddled my clit with a finger on each side of the nub and then let them ride up and down the slippery sides of it. I must say so myself but I am pretty good at foreplay.

I looked over at Sue and her eyes were glued to what I was doing. I nudged her saying, "You might want to try the same thing while this tape is in the VCR. Those gals really have me hot."

She didn't drop her pants but unloosened them and slid her hand down inside of the front and I could see her working herself in a very shy way. She didn't want me to see her masturbating.

"Sue, let me use your other hand on me. It will turn me on beyond belief. Please."

She looked at what I was doing again and let her hand slide over to my leg. I used my free hand to move hers over to my crotch and pushed it towards my clit. Within a few seconds it was riding the side of my clit better than I ever did and it didn't take much of it before I was squirming almost off the sofa.

"Damn, I'm coming. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

When the warm feeling started in my vagina I knew it would only be a few seconds and it was. My ass couldn't seem to stop squirming and I was throwing my hips high off the sofa. Sue looked at me and asked, "Do you always have such violent orgasms?"

"Only when a beautiful young girl is massaging my pussy." I answered.

She just laughed and kept massaging her own but took her hand away from mine. 

She was concentrating on the gals on the tape while she was rubbing her pussy hard and fast. I reached over saying,

"Sue, let me help you," as I unzipped her cutoffs all the way and pulled them to the floor and then off her legs. Her pubic hair was staring me in the face as her pants came down. She had obviously shaved it for a bikini but what was left was wild and bushy. She hadn't missed one beat on her clit as I was doing that and I thought I would give her a little more of a thrill by dropping between her legs, pushing her fingers away from her clit and replacing them with my tongue. I could hear her gasp; in fact I believe the neighbors could hear her gasp. I had my tongue working fast and furious and then slowing it down to just slide slowly up and down her clit. I put a couple of my fingers together and slipped them into her warm and juicy pussy to finger fuck her when she jerked up a little and said, 

" Cath, be careful. I'm still a virgin." 

Well, well, well, I am eating a virgin pussy.

I slowed my tongue way down and could feel her put one hand on each side of my face and pulling me in her even more. I let the fingers I was going to use to finger fuck her slide around to play with the puckered lips of her asshole. As soon as I massaged it ever so slightly she threw her pussy at my mouth and screeched…."I AM COMING"

Her juices were instantly running out of her and I was busy licking them up. She still had her hands on my face and moved one to the back of my head and pulled my face even deeper into her pussy. I got the feeling she liked it.

She lay her head back against the sofa and said, "Cath, I never had anything like that done to me before. I loved it."

"Great honey, I'm happy I was the first one to do it for you."

We lay side my side for a good while just talking when I thought I would broach the obvious question. Would she eat me out?

"Sue, I knew you would like what I did to your pussy with my mouth because it is something I also enjoy."

Without missing a beat she responded with, "Are you saying you would like for me to do that to you?"

"Oh yes honey, I would love it."

She just looked deep in my eyes and I reached up and put a hand behind her head and put a little pressure pushing her down to my pussy. 

"Cath, I'll be happy to do it for you but I don't know what to do." 

"Sue, just do what you felt me doing to you. You will be fine."

That was all it took. She was down there and had her fingers opening my pussy lips so her tongue could get in on my clit. I was soon fucking her face with my pussy as she had her tongue buried deep inside of me. Just the thought of having a young virgin eating me out was enough to give me an orgasm never mind feeling what she was doing to me. It didn't take long before I had my hand behind her head and holding her there while my juices flowed. I was able to bite my hand to keep the noises of my shrieks to a minimum. It was wonderful, even more so as I felt her lick my pussy up and down as she lapped up as much of my love juices as she could capture.

"Did I do it right Cath?" she asked like a little girl.

"Honey, you did it perfectly."

"Cath, I loved doing that to you. Does that mean I am a lesbian?"

"Not necessarily Sue. We'll have to see if you enjoy a man too and if so you could be considered bisexual just like me.

Things went along pretty much the same way for the next several months with Paul and I getting together at least once a week and Sue and I at least twice as often. I had contemplated getting a dildo and taking her cherry with it but had second thoughts and decided she would lose it to a good ole fashioned cock. The question was whose was it going to be.

She and I had just gotten finished with a pretty wild sexual romp in my king size bed and were just lying there talking about nothing in particular when that subject came up again. 

"Cath, I think I would like to try it with a man. Could you help me pick one out?"

"Sue, I have been giving it a lot of thought as well and wondered if you had ever given any thought to having sex with your brother."

"MY BROTHER, are you crazy?" She screamed.

"Hold on honey. You can have sex with him purely for the sake of sex and you wouldn't have to go through some ridiculous long-term romance just to warm yourself up to opening your legs for the guy. You know and love your brother as it is so there wouldn't be any preparation needed."

"Geez, I never thought of it like that. How would I go about it … just walk up to him and ask if her would like to fuck his baby sister?"

I almost shit laughing with that and the harder I laughed the more she got into it and was laughing right along with me.

"How about if I invite him over to see some tapes and see where it goes from there. I might have to fuck him first just to warm him up and that wouldn't be so bad; he is one good-looking young fellow. If it turns out that way it will give me the perfect opening to push some sex with you at him." 

Well, the plan has been set. Now it only remains to put it in motion.

A week or so later I was over seeing Paul when Mark walked in as I was leaving.

"Hi big boy. How are you doing?" I asked.

"Oh, Hi Aunt Cath. I'm doing great. How about you?" He responded with the almost obligatory reply.

"Super. Say, I just got some new porn tapes you might like to see. I know you and the guys watch some every now and then and I thought you might like to take a look at these without anyone else knowing about it. Namely your dad."


Keep It In The Family



This story involves mother , father, sister sex, also pain and humiliation if this is not for you please search for another story. If you like this please let me know and please do leave feedback, this is the only way we know if we are pleasing our readers.

Please note ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18



Ben turned over and looked at the clock,it was 2 am, something had woke him, looking around his room he saw all was as it should be. There it was again, a murmuring in the background, he got up to investigate.

He knew his dad was away on a job and there was only him and his mum at home.

Slowly he opened his bedroom door, the murmuring got louder , it was coming from downstairs. Creeping forward he came to the top of the stairs and peered over. There was his mum sat in the chair on the phone.

He tried to listen in.

"I know baby, Bob is away for two more days and I want to be with you so much, just to feel your lips on me again, the last time you had me coming so hard I felt giddy".

Ben gasped when he heard this, he had no idea she was playing away when dad was out on site.

He listened again.

"Baby I have to be careful Ben is here still and I don't want him to find out about us, can you be here by nine in the morning? he will be at work by then."

Mum said goodbye and hung up. Ben went quietly to his room, he was perturbed by what he had heard. He decided he would come home tomorrow and catch whoever it was in the house.

The rest of the night he had a troubled sleep, when his alarm went off at 6 am he showered and went down for breakfast.

His mum was preparing it for him as he came down, she still had her nightdress on and a dressing gown. He sat quietly and ate while his mum read the paper.

"So what plans you got today mum?"

"Oh I think I will lazy around the house this morning and maybe shopping this afternoon."

Ben noticed a little chink in her voice, he had a good idea what her lazing around would be.

Looking at her as she stood at the sink he noticed the red hair draped over one shoulder, as she turned he saw her body shape, she was still very hot. 

He remembered the last time they went swimming, he had got hard looking at her in her costume, even though it was a one piece, he remembered the shape of her breasts, they were not big, but filled her costume just nice. Maybe dad was not giving her enough, and he wondered who was replacing him in bed when he was away.

Finishing his breakfast he washed his plate and got his coat out, he kissed his mom on her cheek and left the house.

Driving the short distance to work his mind was going over the friends they had, wondering who it could be. He sat at his desk staring at the paper work, his mind not on it.

Ben glanced at the clock in the office,ten to nine,tidying his desk he went to see his boss.

"Hi Steve I am feeling very rough today is it ok if I take a sicky today?"

Steve looked up from his desk, Ben was looking a bit off colour.

"Sure Ben, it going to be a slow day today anyway until those figures come from head office."

Ben slowly made his way to the car, he hated to spy on his mum but he did not want them to break up.

Parking around the corner from his house he walked to his gate, he saw a car in the drive, it was his uncle Peter's car, Ben did want to believe it, Peter had a gorgeous wife called Shirley, she was only 32 and built for loving, how could he do the dirty on her?

Looking up he saw his mum's curtains closed, they were open when he left.

Creeping to the back door he gently opened it, it was all quiet. Moving inside he saw the downstairs was deserted, Taking his shoes off he made his way upstairs.

At the top of the stairs was the toilet, next to that the bathroom, then his room and then his parents room. All the doors were closed.

Slipping into his room he quietly closed the door, he went straight to the wall that separated his room from theirs. Putting his ear against the wall he listened for any sounds.

He could hear his mum grunting out loud, then he heard a loud crack as if something was hit.

His mums voice broke the silence as she screamed,"Oh my god more".

The slaps came regular in a rhythm, her screams grew louder and faster.

"Quiet bitch, or you will get more and a lot harder"

Ben gasped as he heard the voice, it was female, and it was his aunt Shirley.

Ben had no idea his mum liked women, but by the sound of it she did.

The slaps got louder and mums screams told me she was having an orgasm.

"Right bitch, I have to go home to get something, you will stay like you are until I get back, do you understand?"

"No you can't leave me like this, what happens if Bob or Ben come back?"

"Then you will be able to bring them into our little games just like you always wanted too, can you think what it would be like to have your son slip his hard cock deep inside your soaked pussy? Or Bob to find out you like to be trussed as tight as a chicken and then slapped on your sexy ass?"

"I am going to gag you and blindfold you, it will make it seem that I am away longer and you will lose all sensation except the vibrator I will slip into your cute ass-hole"

I heard a muffled voice, the gag was in place, I was rock hard with the information I had heard.

Mum was into pain and women, and she had talked about me and dad joining them in their sex games.

I heard the bedroom door open, and then close, footsteps down the stairs and the back door open and close. I peeked out of my window and saw the car leave.

Slowly I opened my door, I stood outside my parents bedroom wanting to see what lay inside, but scared. As my heart beat slowed I thought it out, she was blindfolded and gagged, could |I get away with a quick look?

Gently I opened the door,the wardrobe mirror showed the whole room, I saw the bed and mum.

I stepped inside, mum was on the bed on all fours, her arms and legs bound, the gag and blindfold completed the show.

She was completely naked, her legs held open by a bar tied to her knees her ankles bound with rope. Her ass stuck up in the air I could see hand prints where she had been slapped, I noticed the vibrator tied into place so it would not come out, her hips moving in a fucking motion.

I was as hard as rock seeing my mother tied like this exposing herself, so wantonly, I saw her breasts tied as well but her body bent over hid her nipples from me, the only sound coming from the vibrator as it stimulated my mothers colon.

I had to get my cock out it was hurting me.

As I released my cock I saw my mothers pussy for the first time, it lay gaping open, her juices had pooled on the cover.

I stood there wanking and watching my mother going through another climax, her pussy lips winking as the muscles responded to the stimulation.

Her muffled cries brought me closer to my climax, I moved closer to smell her musk, I wanted to touch her so much, to take that vibrator out and sink my cock deep inside her. It was all too much for me, with a gasp I felt my sperm shoot out, hitting the bed-cover right next to her leg, my mother went rigid, did she hear my gasp as I came?

Quickly I put my cock away, and retreated out of the room, the last thing I wanted was to get caught.

I made the safety of my room before I realised my cum was over the bed and floor, it had to be noticed. Getting my flannel I decided to go and wipe it up before it was too late.

But it was too late, I could hear the back door closing, OH MY GOD, she is back. I knew I was going to be caught,she had to see the trail of sperm from the bed to the floor. I heard her enter the bedroom, there was a murmur from the other room.

Suddenly my bedroom door opened up. 

"Ben get your ass out here now" 

Slowly I moved to the door, there stood Shirley in a black corset and fishnet stockings, in her hand was a paddle.

"So you decided to come home and cum over your helpless mother did you?"

"Get your clothes off now", she barked. My hands flew to my shirt, undoing the buttons and dropping it to the floor.

"Get a move on or do you want to feel the paddle?"

I undid my belt and dropped my trousers, then took my socks off.

"Don't forget the pants, you took them down quick enough to cum over your mother."

"Now get into the other room"

I slipped past her and rushed into the bedroom, my mum was still in the same position.

Shirley closed the bedroom door.

"So you thought it was ok to spy on your mum did you?"

I tried to explain my worries but it came out all wrong. I stood there naked, my cock still soft, the shock of getting caught was too much for me.

Shirley stood by the side of mum and lifted the paddle, WHACK, she brought it down hard on her bare ass. "Does it turn you on to see her helpless and totally under my control?" I looked at my mother , tied and helpless, totally exposed to me wriggling to try to get out of her bonds.

Shirley moved to mums head and removed the gag.

"Well Tracy it seems as if your dreams have come true, your son sneaked in while I was away and spunked all over the covers and floors watching you being my slut"

Mum lay there moaning, "No this can't be happening"

"Oh but it is my little slut, look at your own son naked looking at you with your pussy stuck up in the air"

Turning to me she looked at the full length of my body. "So are you going to answer me?"

"Yes it turned me on", I admitted. Shirley smiled and pointed to the vibrator. "Take it out of her ass"

I stood there looking at it. "I said take it out now. She brought the paddle hard onto my ass, the shock took my breath away.

I moved quickly to my mother's side, reaching for the tape that held the vibrator in place and withdrew it.

I noticed her ass stayed open I saw deep into her bowel.

"I bet you are wondering what it would be like to slip your hard cock deep inside? well you never know you might find out"

"Untie her legs and arms and be quick about it"

My mother collapsed as she was released, laying on her side fighting to get her breath back.

I could now see her full breasts, her nipples hard as rock.

"Well Tracy what do you think of your handsome son now, do you still want him to fuck you hard like you told me, to let his cum shoot over your tits and pussy?"

"Mistress I am sorry he spoilt your obedience class, he had no right to do that"

"What do you think his punishment should be?"

Mum looked at me and said. "I think he should pleasure you as you see fit mistress"

Shirley stood there paddle in hand thinking, she moved closer to me, taking the paddle she carefully lifted my cock and balls together.

"If he is going to please anyone he needs an erection, get him hard slut"

Mum knelt in front of me, her eyes pleading with Shirley not to do this.

"Well get on with it slut, show me how good you are"

I felt mum's hand lifting my cock, her head bent she took my softness into her mouth.

I felt her sucking me as her hands caressed my balls, I knew I was going to get hard quick.

I was shocked how good my mothers tongue was, I felt her tongue flicking over the head, then letting it hit the back of her throat, she was so good.

"That's enough, now bend your sorry body over the bed, I want to see how good he is"

Mother stood up and bent over the bed, she had wanted this so bad to feel her son deep inside her, but not like this.

Shirley pushed me towards the bed.

"Ok I want to see you fuck your mother as hard as you can, if you fail to please me you will know about it." My eyes met my mothers as I moved closer, her legs were spread waiting for me.

I stood behind her, my cock hard and pointing straight to her pussy, my hand went down to feel the wet hole in front of me.

"Who said you could feel her up? I told you to fuck her, get on with it"

I pushed forward and felt my cock part the lips of my mother, Shirley, getting fed up waiting brought the paddle down hard, stinging me into action.

My cock slide in all the way hard as I reacted to the slap. I felt the warmth of her wet pussy clamp around me, I was in heaven. Gripping her hips,I ploughed in and out, letting the slick juices coat my cock. I could not believe my mother was bent before me, moaning each time I thrust in hard. I just wish I could hold back, but the friction was too much for me.

With a final thrust I felt the sperm rush from my body and spray her womb .

Shirley had not wanted me to come in my mother, she hated the feel of sperm.

Bringing the paddle down across my back she screamed at me to get into my own room. I pulled out, strings of my cum mixed with my mothers ran down my cock, dodging the blows from Shirley I ran to my room and slammed the door, throwing the lock.

All I could hear was arguing,I ran to the sink and washed the cum away, pulling on a tracksuit I stood at the door and listened, silence.

I heard the car leaving the driveway, I looked and saw Shirley heading into the distance.

I went downstairs and locked the doors.

Walking back upstairs I knew I had to face my mother.

As I approached her door I heard her crying, I pushed the door open and looked inside.

Mum was still on the bed, crying, her nakedness visible for all too see. I moved closer, laying next to her I pulled her into my arms and covered us over with the duvet. She sobbed onto my shoulder, I just held her, sorry for what I had done. Soon she had tired herself out crying, and lay asleep next to me.

Slowly I moved off the bed and went downstairs leaving her asleep.

About an hour later I heard movement upstairs, mum was up and showering.

I made a drink for us both, as she came down the stair I noticed she had her dressing gown on.

"Ben I need to explain some things to you, I am sorry you caught me like that, I had no idea you would be home"

"How long has this been going on mum?"

Mum bent her head.

"Five years now, since your aunt caught me kissing a guy at a party, she threatened to tell your dad unless I did what she wanted." At first it was just a spanking, but now she wants me to have sex with other people, including you and you some of her friends, she also wants me to get your dad involved"

I looked on speechless, I had no idea this had been going on.

"Mum I am so sorry for what I did to you, I overheard you on the phone last night and though you were meeting another guy, I did not want you and dad to break up that is why I was home." When I heard aunt Shirley leave I just had to look at what was going on, I knew you were blindfolded and that I could peek without you seeing me, but when I saw you trussed like that I got carried away, you looked so sexy tied like that exposing everything"

Mum put her hand on mine and smiled weakly.

"Ben I heard you open the door, I knew Shirley was not back and with your dad away it could only have been you, I got so excited knowing you could see me and I could do nothing about it, I could hear you masturbating and it made me cum hard, you see Ben I am an exhibitionist and also submissive and you were part of my fantasies. Does that shock you?"

I sat there with the hardest cock I have ever had, my mother had fantasies about me...WOW.

"How submissive are you mum?" "I have always been submissive, that is why Shirley had no problem getting me to do things I would never dream of doing"

"Who else had dominated you" "Shirley is the only one that found out I was submissive" "Does it excite you mum to be dominated?" "Yes it is the biggest turn on for me, that is why I came so hard when you did that to me, I knew it was wrong but I was ordered to do it, somehow that made it alright"

I sat looking at my mother, to look at her you could not tell she was submissive, she was a fantastic person that mixed in the community just like everyone else.

Her admission had turned me on, even though she knew incest was forbidden in society her own sister had forced her to commit incest and she had no worries about doing it.

I stood up, taking a deep breath.

"Mother stand up."

Mum looked at me startled by the seriousness of my voice, then stood up. "Take off the dressing gown"

She started to speak.

"I said take it off and I mean now" Head bent she undid the buttons and let it slide to the floor.

She stood there naked, head bent.

"From now on I will be in charge of you, do you understand?"

"Yes Sir"

The shock of how easy it was to be in control of my own mother surprised me. I stood looking at her naked body, her breasts had a little sag in them but her nipples were so hard, her belly was rounded slightly but looked good, her thighs and legs really looked good, my own mother was a MILF. I noticed her pussy has a thick head of hair, but I know how sweet the smell and feel of her pussy was on my cock.

"Did you like me fucking you?"

"Yes Sir, I came so hard as you forced your cock into me"

"Get on your knees and take my trousers off, I like your mouth on my cock and I want more of it"

Instantly she fell to her knees, pulling my tracksuit pants off, my cock was rock hard and swaying before her. Her hand came up and held it tightly, letting her fingers glide along the shaft. Her mouth opened and I felt the warmth of her mouth as I slid in, her tongue swept over the head, I shivered as the nerves picked out her hot tongue caressing it.

As her hand wanked my cock her head went back and forth, withdrawing to the tip then plunging deep in again, I was in heaven.

"When I cum I want you to swallow it, do you understand?" She withdrew my cock long enough to say, "Yes Sir" then plunged it deep again, I stood there watching my mother suck me, her breasts swaying in rhythm to her head movements.

I watched as she put her hands on my ass and thrust her mouth deep onto my cock, I could feel it hitting the back of her throat, taking a deep breath she pulled my hips forward hard, I felt the tip of my cock slide into her throat, the pressure on my cock head was too much, I felt myself cumming hard, the first spurt raced down her throat, then she pulled back and sucked hard as the following spurts filled her mouth, I watched as she swallowed every drop, her tongue seeking out bits she had missed.

As my cock softened in her mouth she stilled sucked, getting the last remnants of my sperm.

I reached down and pulled her to her feet, gathering her in my arms I kissed her, her mouth opened as my tongue probed, I could taste my cum in her mouth and it turned me on again.

I pulled away and sat her on the chair,

"From now on Shirley will have no control of you, do you understand?"

"But she will tell your father all about what I have done"

"I have a plan to stop that, but I will need your help, we will turn the tables on her, but I need a day to sort things out ok?"

"You are my master now I will do anything you want"

I sent my mother to bed, I so wanted to join her but I had to make sure my plan would work, I would have plenty of time to enjoy my mother soon, I got pen and paper and made a shopping list.

I sat up three hours devising a plan that would work.

Walking upstairs I looked in on my mother, she was fast asleep, gently I kissed her and went into my room and slept.

I was woken at 7am by my mother bringing in a cup of coffee, she knelt at my side waiting for me.

"Who gets in contact when you are going to meet?" I asked her.

"Shirley normally tells me to be ready at a certain time"

"Ok this time you will call her tell her you have to talk to her urgently, tell her to be here at 2pm ok?"

"Yes Sir, will that be all I have to do?"

"Once she is here you will encourage her to take you to the bedroom for your normal session, tell her you are sorry about me being there and you need to be punished. I will have everything ready for her"

"Yes Sir"

"But first I want you to shave all that pussy hair off, and from now on it stays shaved and clean, also you will not wear a bra and panties when you are at home. You will always wear a skirt, these rules also apply when dad is at home, is that clear?"




Keep It In The Family



Blushing she agreed and went off the shower and shave.

I got up and got dressed, I had shopping to do.

As I walked around the shop looking for the items I wanted I looked back at how easy it was to dominate my mother and how this was going to be affected by my father.

When I got home I called work and told them I had a bad virus and would be off work all this week. Mother told me she had rung Shirley and she agreed to come over at 2pm, she was still angry.

I went into the bedroom to make sure things were set, I placed the articles I had bought in a drawer, then I called in my mother.

She stood there head down waiting for my orders, I wanted to see if she had shaved properly.

"Take off your clothes I want to inspect your body"

Immediately she removed her blouse, her breasts were bare, as she slipped the skirt off I saw her shaven pussy, I reached out and felt the smoothness, she gasped as my finger brushed over her clit.

I pulled my clothes off, I was ready to take my mother for the first time since she was under my control.

I moved forward, my hands cupping her breasts, I kissed her gently and one hand slipped between her thighs, I felt the wetness as my finger entered her.

"Before yesterday when was the last time you had sex with a man?" I asked her.

She replied in small gasps as my finger stirred deep inside her wet pussy.

"Two weeks ago, it was your father, he too is submissive, he likes me to spank him and dress in my clothes, he cant get hard unless he is dressed as a woman, then he fucks me" 

I was shocked at this admission, maybe I can control both of them in time.

I laid my mother on the bed, legs splayed wide open, her shaved pussy wet and her puffy lips gaping wide exposing the way for my hard cock. I bent over and took a nipple into my mouth, the hard nub covered by my tongue, she moaned as I bit gently on it, feeling it get harder and longer, I kissed my way down to her belly, letting my tongue flicker into her belly button, her hips moving on the bed wanting me to get closer to her pussy.

I licked from her anus to her clit in one long stroke, she cried out as my tongue forced the lips further apart, her clit exposed from it's hood lay thick, begging to be licked and caressed. I sucked it deep into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue brought new cry s from her lips, my finger pierced her vagina, her wetness covered my finger instantly she was so aroused.

"Please Sir, fuck me hard, I need to feel you deep inside me." Her hands holding my head so that my tongue would stay on her clit.

I raised up, placing my cock at the entrance to her wet vagina, her hands on my hips trying to get me to plunge deep inside her. Instead I teased her, I ran the length of my cock along the wet gash, feeling her puffy lips clinging to the sides of my cock, I held the tip on her clit and wiggled my hips, she cried out as the stimulus became too much and she came.

As she climaxed I thrust deep inside her, she was so wet and I slid in easily, it was so tight just like a glove, her legs wrapped around mine as we did the dance of love, our hips smashing hard together as we both wanted to reach the pinnacle, I looked into her face and saw the tears dropping to her cheeks as she thrust her hips against mine, her pussy clamping hard onto my cock.

I knew I would not last long, the velvet glove that encased my cock was teasing every nerve in my body, suddenly she jerked her hips upwards, taking my full weight as her orgasm rushed through her body, I felt her hot juices covering my cock and balls, my own senses on overload, I knew I was going to cum, and cum hard.

With one last thrust I felt my sperm flooding her vagina, our conjoined juices forced out of her body as they gushed from us soaking the bed.

My mother turn from being underneath me to being on top, her mouth sucking up my cock and draining me of the last few drips of sperm.

"Thank you Sir, it has been a long time since I came so hard"

I smiled and held her close. I made mother change the bed and then go shower, I had the room to set up.

I made sure all the things I needed were hidden but within reach, there was a built-in wardrobe that I would be hiding in.

Five minutes to go, I sent mother downstairs to answer the door when she rang, I hid in the wardrobe.

I heard the doorbell go and knew it would be soon. As they both walked up the stairs Shirley was telling mother how displeased she was to find me at home and spoiling her fun, mother was going to pay today for that.

They both entered the room, I felt my heart pounding, I was sure they could hear it. Shirley told mother to undress, as mother took her clothes off Shirley saw that she was shaved.

"I told you I wanted you never to shave, it seems you are being disobedient, you will pay for that, get on the bed on all fours now" I heard a slap on skin, I knew it would soon be time to act.

"So you liked your son putting his cock in you didn't you?"

"Yes mistress it was so hard in me"

"You had to spoil it didn't you, you let him cum in you useless pussy, you know I hate the sight of sperm or even the touch of it" 

I had heard enough, I held the pillowcase in front of me and opened the door quickly, rushing out I put the pillowcase over the head and down the arm of a startled Shirley.

"What the fuck is going on", she screamed. I pushed her onto the floor reaching into my pocket I got the handcuffs out and slipped them on her wrists behind her back.

I pulled the pillowcase off her head.

"So you think you have the upper hand do you, you like blackmail do you?"

She started to scream at me, I slapped her face with my hand hard.

"You will only speak when I ask you a question, do you understand?"

She struggled to release her hands as she swore at me again. I was ready for this. Opening a drawer I pulled out a ball gag.

Kneeling on her back to keep her still I push the ball into her mouth, pulling the strap behind her head and knotting it.

I pulled her to her feet and sat her on the bed, I took a long look at her.

She had a black PVC bra and panties set on, her breasts looked fantastic as they were held in the shiny bra.

I reached behind her and undid the clasp, pulling the bra away exposing a beautiful set of tits, I pinched a nipple and it hardened in my fingers.

She was trying to scream at me but the ball gag did the work to keep her quiet. Pushing her back onto the bed I reached for and pulled down her panties.

I was surprised with the hair that covered her pussy, it was dark and long, her whole sex was hidden my the hair.

"From now on you will shave that daily,"

Turning to my mother I told her to get water and the shaving kit and some scissors. Shirley started to kick out at me, I pulled another set of handcuffs from the drawer, snapping then to her ankles, getting a small piece of rope I turned her over and tied her leg cuffs to the wrist cuffs, she was helpless now.

I went to the drawer and pulled a camera out, placing her just as I wanted her I took some pictures of her tied up. I walked over to her and pulled her nipples until she screamed into the gag, now they were hard like pencil rubbers, I took a picture of them.

Mother came in with the water and razor, getting more rope I tied it to each bed end, then I undid the rope holding her legs to her hands and undid the handcuffs, I placed one ankle to each side of the bed tying it secure, this forced her legs open then her hands were tied to the headboard,

Mother knelt between Shirley's legs, armed with the scissors.

"Now you better keep still or you are libel to get cut", I told her nodding to mother to start.

I stood watching as each cut exposed more of her sex to me, soon there was a pile of hair and her sex lay open.

Mother sprayed the pussy with foam and took up the razor, with each stroke more of her flesh became exposed, I watched as each lip was carefully shaved, soon it was as bald as the day she was born.

Shirley by this time was crying with frustration, she had never been in this position before, she always had the upper hand.

I took the camera and took more pictures of her laying there her sex expose, her lips puffy with the stimulus of being shaved.

I watched as mother washed the last bit of lather off .

I told mother to start to lick the pussy, without flinching she bent her head and covered the sex with her mouth, I made sure I had a good shot and took several more pictures with my mothers tongue deep inside.

Passing a vibrator to her I told her to push it in deep and turn it on full, I reached for some duct tape and made sure the vibrator was in place with two strips.

I told mother to take the shaving gear out, then we both left the room closing the door, I was going to let her stew for a bit.

I stripped of all my clothes, calling mother to my bedroom.

I stood there naked and hard, she came in the room and sank to her knees, taking my cock deep she understood I needed relief and bent to the task, she soon had me cumming hard deep into her mouth.

I walked into the other bedroom, Shirley lay there writhing as the vibrator buzzed incessantly deep inside her pussy, I noticed she had a big pool of wetness between her thighs, she either came a lot or wet herself.

I removed the ball gag from her mouth.

"So what is it like to be on the receiving end them?"

"You bastard you will pay for this" she screamed at me

I slapped her face again which brought silence.

"By the time I have finished with you, I will have so many pictures that I will send to your local preacher and too all your friends and husband if you step out of line, So I think I have the upper hand"

I reached for strips of duct tape and ripped them from her body, she screamed as it stung her delicate flesh.

"I am going to release you from the bed, now we can do this the easy way or the hard way do you understand?"

Shirley said nothing, I slapped her breast hard she gasped at the pain.

"When you answer you will call me Sir, any-time you talk to me you will call me Sir, is that understood?"

Shirley lowered her eyes.

"Yes Sir"

Round one to me.

I undid the ropes that held her legs then her hands were freed.

She sat up, rubbing the circulation back into her wrists.

"So does uncle Peter know about all of this?"

Shirley scoffed at the mention of his name.

"That idiot does not know how to make love to real woman he cums with 1 minute on being inside me"

"So you think it is alright to blackmail your sister, my mother into your sordid escapade do you?"

"She liked what I did to her, your dad was no man either by all accounts"

"You like to give punishment, but do you like receiving it?"

"You wouldn't dare"

With that I pushed her over the bed and slapped her ass really hard several times.

"are you sure about that?"

Seeing her bent over like that made me so hard, her ass red and her pussy peeking through the gap in her thighs.

She looked at me in disbelief, her eyes falling to my hard cock swaying.

I reached for a paddle in the drawer.

"Now you can stand there and take your punishment or I will tie you up, the choice is yours, bend over"

She looked at me again, seeing the paddle in my hand cock swaying.

Slowly she bent over, her hands resting on the bed.

Whack, the first blow came on her left cheek, she stood there legs braced and took the strokes, the gasps each time it landed was the only noise she made.

I could see her pussy gushing out her juices, she was turned on by being punished.

I threw the paddle onto the bed and gripped her hips, my cock penetrated her pussy in one long stroke, she screamed as she felt me invade her hot hole. "No no no pull it out," she screamed fighting to get free.

I slapped her really hard on her ass, and forced her to lay on the bed on her stomach, my cock still deep inside, gripping her long hair I pulled her head back and placed a hand on her back pushing her to the bed.

"See what is like to be forced to do something, you like to give the punishment but not receive it, well that will all change from now"

My cock kept the onslaught up thrusting deep and hard, her head pulled back stopped her fighting me,

I called my mother to take pictures of us, making sure to get the expression on her face as I thrust in hard. I could feel the sperm rising, I had one last thing I wanted to do. I pulled out and spun her around on her knees, gripping her jaw so she had to open her mouth I thrust my cock into her mouth.

"Suck it you bitch"

I felt her sucking it as I fucked her mouth I was ready to blow my wad, pulling out just as I was cumming I squirted the first shot onto her face, as she screamed out a shot went into her mouth, I pumped the remainder onto her hair and face making sure I covered her face well.

I turned her face and held my cock close as my mother took the pictures, I let her flop to the ground crying.

My mother knelt and cleaned my cock of all my cum and Shirley's juices.

I told my mother to lay on the side if the bed, now it would be her turn.

I nudged Shirley to get up.

"Now you will say sorry to your older sister, get on your knees"

Sobbing Shirley knelt, I took her by her hair and place her face close to her sisters pussy.

"Now lick and suck your sister until she cums, if you stop you will get more of the paddle"

Shirley had never licked another woman, but she knew the paddle would be used, her body was aching with the punishment she had already received, bending her head she slowly tasted her older sisters pussy.

Mother was writhing on the bed with the treatment her pussy was getting, I watched as Shirley had pulled the lips open exposing mom's clit, her tongue flicked over it several times.

"Push your tongue deep inside, remember if you don't make her cum you get the paddle hard"

Shirley used her mouth and her fingers, anything to get her sister off. I stood playing with my cock as I watched my mother nearing her orgasm, my cock was aching but I knew I was going to cum again real soon. Just as my mother came I shot my cum on the back of Shirley.

"Lick every bit of her juices up, work that tongue deep inside to get it all"

Shirley lapped at the wet pussy before her, she could taste the tart flavour, she hated being in this position, forced to do things she normally was in control off.

I watched as mother let her legs drop down, her climax had robbed her of her strength, Shirley sat back , her mouth had cleaned the bald pussy of all it's juices.

Taking Shirley by her hair I dragged her to the bed again, I pushed her face down and once again chained her to the bed, throwing a duvet over her.

"You will be here all night so don't think your punishment will go away"

I turned to mother.

"You will ring Peter and tell him that Shirley will be staying the night as you have a problem that needs sorted"

Tracy looked at her son, he was defiantly the master, she went downstairs to call Peter.

I walked into the bathroom for a shower, my cock was sore with the amount of sex I had, I knew things had changed in our family and more changes to come.

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Keep It In the Family



I am a bad, bad woman. Yes, I admit it. I took something that was wrong, and let it snowball until it was completely out of control, and now things can't go back to the way they were; ever.

Let me start the story by telling you that I'm 30 years old, 5'6" tall, have long red hair, and pretty decent curves; nothing too much, but enough to get attention when I want it. Which is how I got into this while mess to begin with.

Last year, I got married to my 40 year old boyfriend, after only dating for 3 months. We rushed it, because he serves in the military, and he was about to be deployed for a tour of duty in Iraq. We had the wedding, went on a short honeymoon, and came back to finish moving my stuff into his house. Then, after one last wild night of crazy sex, he was gone, and I found myself alone in his house with his 80 year old father, George; my husbands the youngest of 8 kids.

I get along well enough with his father, but there was always some tension between us, since I am his son's second wife, and we had rushed into the marriage. It is most evident when it comes to his grandchildren; my husband has 2 kids from his previous marriage. The older one, his daughter Stacey, 22, lives on her own on the other side of town, and visits every few weeks. While the younger one, his son Alex, 20, is in college, out of state, on a sports scholarship, and only comes home for holidays, and summer break; which was coming up soon.

I had met Stacey several times before the wedding, but had only met Alex, for the first time, at the wedding. Two weeks after my husband was deployed, he moved back home after finishing his semester.

That's when I noticed the tension start to build. Whenever I tried to do anything that George thought was too parental, he would take over, and make decisions. Alex seemed to relish this, often smirking at me, as I was overruled by George. I didn't want any problems, so I would just let it slide; hoping that they would accept me eventually.

I started to feel lonely, about a month after my husband was deployed, and found myself masturbating a lot more than usual; but it never felt like enough. And I knew that it would be another eight months before my husband would be home to make it feel right. As the days went on, I became hornier, and started masturbating daily; usually in places that I risked getting caught in. But I couldn't help it; I was horny as hell, and I needed the release.

That's when I started noticing the striking similarities between my husband and Alex. They were both tall, around 6'3", and had a similar build; Alex was actually in a much better shape than my husband, being younger. And, in the right light, Alex even looked just like his father.

I noticed this last bit late one night, while we were watching movies on the couch. George had gone to sleep early, as was his custom, while Alex and I had decided to stay up late and watch old B-movies; so we could laugh at the horrible acting, and the constant gratuitous nudity they always had. I liked making comments during the nude scenes, just to see his reaction; which was usually one of embarrassment.

During the third movie, a rather horrible little piece about some government project gone wrong, causing mutants to run free on a small town, Alex fell asleep. He had been leaning on me, and fell asleep with his head on my shoulder, and my arm around him. We had been getting closer, and this was not the first time this had happened; every Tuesday, was now our B-Movie date night.

I looked over at him when I felt him twitch, and it's at that moment that I saw the uncanny resemblance to my husband. It's also at that moment, that I felt a familiar tingling sensation start to build up between my legs. It had been there all night, all the nudity and sex scenes in the movies were good for something, but now it was building to a point of urgency.

I tested to see if I could remove my arm from behind him, but it was tightly pinned behind his shoulders, and extracting it would wake him up. Another look at his sleeping face sent another jolt through me, and I tried to move him slowly. But it backfired, as he unconsciously turned more towards me, and snuggled against my side. He buried his face into my neck, and his hand landed in my lap, nearly making me jump in my seat. I gently moved his hand from the rather inappropriate location it had landed, and tried to focus, as his hot breath was blowing on my neck. I tried freeing my arm again, but it was still wedged.

I was quickly getting to the point of no return. I didn't want to wake him up, because I was afraid that he would be able to tell why I needed to run off to my room, but I needed to do something about the growing pressure that was building up inside me.

Finally, as another gratuitous nude scene of the local cheer-leading team changing and showering after practice started playing, I decided that I couldn't hold back any longer.

Making sure he was still asleep, I gently reached into my pajama bottoms with my free hand, and started rubbing my pussy, which was already wet. My cool fingers touching my hot lips sent another jolt through me, and I shook a little bit, causing Alex's head to tilt forward; his breath was now blowing down my cleavage, making me wish I could remove my top, and play with my breasts. But I knew I was already taking a huge chance; so I just tried to ignore the hot air blowing between my breasts, and focus on making myself come as quickly as possible.

With the fear of Alex waking up, and finding me masturbating in front of him at the forefront of my thoughts, I got to work on my pussy, doing my best to bring myself to orgasm quickly. Luckily I had been slowly building up all night; so it wasn't going to take too long. I plunged two of my fingers into my pussy, and hooked them, pressing down on my g-spot. I began to massage my g-spot, while grinding my pussy with the palm of my hand.

Like I had anticipated, it didn't take long for me to orgasm, but I hadn't anticipated that the buildup would cause such a powerful orgasm. I had to bit my lower lip to prevent myself from screaming as I came; I drew blood. I also had to try and control my body, as waves of pleasure ran through my body, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, causing me to twitch, and shake.

In all the shaking, I slide to my free side a little, but this caused Alex's head to slide down between my breasts. My pinned arm was now free, and I held his head firmly in place, as the last waves of ecstasy passed through my body.

I managed to gain control of myself, and remove my hand from my pajama bottoms just as Alex started to stir. In his groggy state, he didn't seem to realize where his head was, as he sat back up, and mumbled an apology for falling asleep on me. I told him it was okay, and that he should get to bed. As he got up and said goodnight, I noticed his eyes lingering on my body for a few extra seconds, and then he was gone.

Once the room was empty, I turned on the lamp next to me, and looked down at myself. My nipples were completely erect and obviously poking through my tiny cotton tank top; something I can't blame a young man of his age for noticing, and starring at a few extra seconds. But the most shocking thing I saw was that the gray pajama bottoms I had on, were visibly wet in the crotch, as a large dark gray circle was spread out from between my legs. I was suddenly fearful that he had seen it, and knew what had happened.

I turned the lamp off and looked again, breathing a sigh of relief when the dark circle became less visible in the shadows. But then as I inhaled, I could smell it; sex was in the air. I was pretty sure Alex wasn't a virgin, a good looking boy like him, but would he be experienced enough to recognize the smell of sex in the air? I hoped not.

I was uncomfortable all the next day, as I wasn't sure whether or not Alex knew what I had done while he slept next to me. I caught him staring at me a couple of times, but I think it had more to do with what I was wearing, and the position I was in at the time; he was a young man, after all, and I do believe that I'm an attractive woman.

I went out with friends for supper, after dropping him off at the gym, and relaxed, forgetting why I was worried. I had gotten a little tipsy, and one of my friends drove me home.

After finally managing to get my key in the lock, I opened the door, and waved goodbye to my friend. Once inside, I removed my shoes, and headed to my room. It was late, and George was already asleep; so I made as little noise as possible.

After getting undressed and putting on my pj's, I headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water. When I saw Alex's favorite mug on the counter, I panicked; not remembering if I had been supposed to pick him up from the gym after supper or not.

I rushed upstairs to his room, and quietly opened the door. The lights were off, but he had the window wide open, and the moonlight illuminated the room enough to see. What I saw was amazing.

Alex was asleep on his bed, and because the night was hot, had foregone his covers; but he had also foregone any clothes. He was lying on his back, completely naked to the world.

Remember, I was extremely lonely; so I couldn't help but take a closer look. I crept closer to his bed, until I was only about a foot away, and starred at him. He was definitely in better shape than his father, but his equipment was almost a mirror image of my husbands; he even kept it shaved, like his father.

I had to grab my wrist and stop myself, as I reached out towards his dick. It was enough to shock me into realizing what I was doing. I slowly backed away, until I was in the doorway. I gently pulled his door closed, but found myself unable to close it all the way.

The tingling sensation from the night before was back with a vengeance. I looked around, to make sure George wasn't around, before leaning against the doorjamb.

My hand quickly disappeared down the front of my pajama bottoms, and found my pussy. I hadn't had the buildup of the previous night, so I knew I would have to work at it for a while. So, in order to help me along, I pulled my tank top down, exposing my breasts, so that I could fondle them.

Pinching my nipples while my fingers rubbed my clit always worked wonders for me, so that's what I did. My eyes were fixated on his dick shining in the moonlight, as my fingers plunged into my pussy, searching out my g-spot. They weren't enough, but I knew that they would have to do. For some reason, my hand felt confined, so I stopped what I was doing, and pulled my pajama bottoms down around my knees.

The fresh air on my pussy felt great and only added to my excitement. I knew that if George or Alex woke up, there was no way for me to cover up fast enough to hide what I was doing; and that made it feel even better.

My fingers plunged back into my pussy, while I stopped fondling my breasts, licked my fingers, and reached around behind me to play with my anus. My husband had introduced me to the joys of anal sex, and I found out that I liked playing with my anus.

As the pressure started to build to the point of explosion, I slide a finger in my anus, and held it there. A few moments later, I orgasmed so hard that my whole head was spinning. Somehow, I managed to not make a sound, but I was unable to keep the waves of pleasure from weakening my knees enough to make me collapse on the floor.

I heard the thud as I hit, and panic started to enter my thoughts, as I realized that if Alex woke up and looked at the door, he'd see me on my knees, breasts exposed, pajamas around my knees, one hand in my pussy, and another in my anus. I was also afraid that George would wake up, since his room was right across the hall and he was a lite sleeper, and that he would find me.

My fears were coming true, as I saw Alex start to stir. So I forced myself to roll away from the door, and quickly get to my feet. I knew the bathroom was down the hall, and made a run for it; or as fast a run as I could with my pajamas around my knees. Just as I ducked in, I heard George open his door.

I quickly closed the door, and turned on the light; hoping the light bleed under the door would let him know someone was in here. I also hoped that he would attribute the thud I made when collapsing, to someone bumping into the table in the hallway.

I pulled up my top, and sat on the toilet; trying to collect myself. I nearly jumped when I heard a knock on the door.

"Ash, you in there?" I heard George ask.

"Ah, yeah, George." I replied.

"You okay?" He asked, as the door started opening.

I was too shocked to do anything, as he fully opened the door, and stood in the doorway.

"I heard a noise." He said, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I was sitting on the toilet with my pajamas pulled down.

"I bumped into the table." I replied. "Ah, George, could you close the door? I'm kind of..."

"Oh, nothing to be embarrassed about, Ash." He replied, not moving. "I was married for 52 years, and helped raise 8 children, and 18 grandchildren; I've seen it all."

I was once again shocked. He didn't seem to understand that I wanted him to leave.

"What's going on?" Alex said, stepping up behind George and looking in. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine, Alex." George replied. "Ash just bumped into the table; she's fine."

"Oh, good." Alex said, his eyes lingering on me, as I tried to cover myself with my hands. I knew my nipples were obvious again, but I couldn't do anything about them without showing them my pussy.

They both stood there looking at me for what seemed like an inappropriate amount of time, before closing the door, and heading back to their rooms.

I listened for their doors to close before I stood up, and locked the door.

My heart was beating a mile a minute, and my breathing was quick and shallow. As I pulled my hand away from my pussy, I felt a renewed wetness between my legs. I couldn't believe it; I was horny again, after just having masturbated to orgasm several minutes earlier.

Nearly being caught by George and Alex, and then having them look at me as I tried to cover myself, had gotten me hot again.

I decided to not risk going to my room, in case I got the urge to look into Alex's room again, and instead pulled my pajamas completely off and started masturbating right there.

I eventually orgasmed, but it was nowhere near as powerful as the one I had had earlier, or the night before; something about nearly being caught seemed to make it more exciting.

For the next few weeks, I found myself starring at Alex when he wasn't looking, and he seemed to star in most of my fantasies whenever I masturbated. I knew it was wrong, but, like I said, I was lonely, and incredibly horny.

I never risked doing anything like I had that night I masturbated outside his room, and my orgasms were weak by comparison.

Stacey came over one Saturday afternoon, to celebrate Alex's 21st birthday. She teased him about finally being able to drink legally. I was a little surprised to hear that Alex hadn't made any plans for his birthday, since all his friends were either away on vacation, or lived in another state.

Stacey's new girlfriend, Tricia suggested they take him to a strip club, now that he was legal; yes Stacey is bi-sexual. Alex seemed embarrassed at the thought, so, of course, I jumped on the bandwagon, and said it would be a great idea, and that I wanted to go too.

Alex was turning red from embarrassment as we continued to discuss plans to bring him to a strip club. I said that it was something all 21 year old men do when they reach that age. George even joined in and told him that he had taken my husband to his first strip club on his 21st birthday.

"That settles it then." I said, slamming my hand down on the table. "Since your dad is in Iraq, and can't be here to do it, we're going to take you to your first strip club."

"Here, here." Stacey said, holding up her beer. "You coming too, Pops?" She asked George.

"What? Oh no; I'm too old to be going to strip clubs." George replied.

"Nonsense." I said. "You have to come; he needs another man there."

"Yeah, Pops. Little Alex needs a real man there to show him how to act." Stacey teased.

"Well, as long as we're not out too late." He said.

"Yay! Pops is coming." Stacey said, tapping her beer against glass of Caesar.

"Maybe we should call our friends and see if any of the 'single' girls want to join us." Tricia said, emphasizing the word single, which seemed to catch Alex's attention.

"Yeah, and we can go clubbing after wards." Stacey said, and then looked over at George.

"You young folk can go clubbing, I'll head home with George." I said, getting an appreciative smile from Stacey.

Having made the decision for him, Alex had no choice but to get ready and join us, as we drove to a strip club near Stacey's apartment. We were met by a rather large group of Tracey's friends; some of them single, others with their boyfriends, or girlfriends.

We got several tables, and sat down. I ended up in between Alex and Stacey, while George sat in between two of Stacey's more attractive single friends. I couldn't help but smile, as they flirted with him, and made him smile.

Alex had another little hottie sitting on his other side, and she made no secret that she thought he was cute.

Tricia bought the first round, and all but a couple of people ordered alcohol.

A couple of rounds later and people started buying dances. Tracey was the first to buy one for Alex; picking a blond that would fit right in in the porn industry. She came to the table and gave him a lap dance, making sure to squeeze his head between her, obviously, fake breasts.

When she was done, I decided I wanted to up the ante. I leaned over to Tracey, and whispered my plan. She smiled, and nodded in approval.

I looked around at the women there, and asked Alex which one he thought was the most attractive. I was surprised when he didn't choose one of the busty blonds, and instead chose a petite red head. I waited a little bit, before excusing myself, saying I needed to use the bathroom; then I worked my way over to where the red head was sitting, and said, "Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if I could get you to give someone a dance?"

"Sure thing." She replied, finishing up her drink and standing up to join me. "Who?"

I pointed at Alex across the room, who was busy watching the show on stage. "Him. It's his 21st birthday, and I want to make it special."

"Okay; what do you have in mind?" She asked.

"Well, what do you suggest? This is my first time in one of these, so I don't know." I replied.

"I could take him to our rooms, and give him a private dance; but it does cost a little more." She said.

"Money isn't a problem." I replied. "I just want to make sure he remembers it."

She quoted me the price per song, and I told her to keep him busy for 5 songs; slipping her the money in advance.

Before I could walk away, she grabbed my arm and leaned in. "If you really want to make it memorable, I can do a little something extra." She whispered.

"Like what?" I asked, suddenly intrigued.

She whispered what she was offering into my ear, and a smile grew on my face.

"Oh, I think he'd love that." I said, taking an extra fifty and handing it to her. "Make sure he doesn't know it was me who paid for this."

I made my way back to my seat, and waited. A few minutes after I sat down, the stripper came over, took Alex's hand, and led him away. We didn't see him for some time, but when he returned, he had a huge smile on his face.

More drinks were bought, and I was starting to feel tipsy. I decided that I wanted to do something nice for George, so I called over a stripper, and asked her to take George for a private dance.




Keep It In the Family



While he was gone, everyone else decided that it was time to go clubbing; so when he returned, we collected our stuff, and headed out. George and I got in a cab, while the younger crowd headed off to the clubs.

During the cab ride home, I realized just how drunk I actually was, and was glad I hadn't decided to join them.

When we arrived home, George actually had to help me out of the cab, and into the house. I managed to stumble to my room, while George went to his. I struggled with my clothes but eventually managed to strip naked, and put on my robe. I wanted to take a shower, but figured that it wouldn't be safe in my drunken state.

I was about to go to bed, when I heard strange noises coming from down the hall; I decided to go investigate.

As I got closer to the noises, I could tell they were coming from George's room. Afraid that he might be hurt, I opened his door, and walked right in.

What I walked in on was George sitting at the edge of his bed, naked, with his hand tugging at his dick, as he cried.

"Oh God; George, are you okay?" I asked, trying not to look at him.

He didn't answer; just shook his head.

"What's wrong?" I asked stepping further into the room.

George stopped tugging on his dick, and held up his hands to look at them. "Stupid arthritis." He mumbled. "I can't even relieve myself."

"Oh." Was all I could think to say.

"I miss Carmen." He said, looking down at his dick, tears still falling from his eyes. "That woman tonight looked so much like her."

Suddenly, my heart broke. I hadn't noticed the resemblance between the stripper I had chosen for George, and his deceased wife. "I'm so sorry, George." I said. "I didn't realize it when I asked her to give you a dance."

"It's not your fault." He said, waving my apology off. "I'm glad you chose her; she reminded me so much of Carmen. It's this old body, I'm mad at. If my hands worked properly, I could close my eyes, and remember the good times with Carmen; but I can't even do that anymore." He sighed, and looked so defeated. "I guess I'll just have to live with the fact that I can no longer be a man."

I'm not sure if it was the alcohol, or just the sight of how broken he looked, but I sat down next to him, and said, "George; what if, just this one time, you let me help you."

"What?" He asked, looking up, and noticing me sitting next to him for the first time.

I cleared my throat, and said, "Just this once, let me do that for you. I feel so bad about causing this to you; the least I can do is help."

"You'd do that for me?" He asked, the tears finally stopping.

"Yeah." I replied. "If it's okay with you."

He seemed to think for a minute, looking from his hands, to his dick, and then to me. "Would you please?" He asked.

I smiled at him, and reached over into his lap, grabbing a hold of his semi-erect dick. I gently started stroking it, not wanting to be too rough with it and hurt him.

It didn't take long for him to get fully erect; so I started pumping my fist a little faster.

I realized that the friction was getting a little too much, since both his dick and my hand were dry; so I removed my hand, and licked it, before continuing to stroke him. He moaned when he felt the smoothness of the strokes now that my hand was lubricated.

I'm not sure when, but at some point, he peeled back my robe, exposing my left breast, and started fondling it. I think I didn't notice this because I was starting to get worked up myself; his dick looked almost exactly like my husbands, and that got me horny. He leaned over and sucked on my nipple, and I let him, while I continued to stroke his dick.

It wasn't long after, that he sat back up, and started grunting. At the same time he started coming; his come squirting out onto my hand. I kept stroking him until he was soft, again, and only then did I remove my hand.

I stood up, pulling my robe closed.

"Thank you." He said, leaning back, and looking at me with a satisfied grin on his face.

"No problem." I replied, before leaving his room, and closing the door.

I headed to the bathroom, planning on washing my hand. As I turned on the water, curiosity got the better of me, and I lifted my hand to my face. I sniffed George's come, before sticking out my tongue, and tasting it; it didn't taste bad at all. I had assumed that being old, his come would taste bad; but it wasn't that different from my husbands.

I washed my hand, and headed to bed. I tossed my robe aside, and lay on top of the covers.

I lied there, starring at the ceiling, feeling the tingling between my legs again. Naturally, my hands found themselves exploring my body; and before long, I was masturbating.

I don't remember if I came or not, because, at some point, I feel asleep; or maybe passed out in a drunken stupor is more accurate.

I do remember having an incredibly erotic dream that almost felt real.

I dreamt that my husband had come home and had ravished my body; eating my pussy until I came. But when he climbed up from between my legs, it wasn't my husband anymore; it was Alex. He pressed his lips to mine, and I could taste myself on him, as his tongue darted into my mouth to wrestle with mine.

It was at that point that I realized I was no longer dreaming; Alex was actually on top of me, in my bed, kissing me. And he did taste like me.

He must have come home while I had been asleep, and found me passed out naked on top of my covers. Then he must have decided to join me in bed, and ate me until I came.

Being really drunk, and really, really horny, I found myself unable to stop this, even though I knew it wasn't a dream.

I could feel that he was also naked, and that he was also horny; as his dick was pressing against my pelvis.

Instinctively, I started grinding against him, trying to get myself excited again. He must have noticed this, because he pressed harder into me, and ground into me too.

When I started to get wet again, he leaned back slightly, and I could feel the tip of his dick running along the length of my pussy; sending shivers down my spine. Then with one quick thrust, he slammed his dick inside me, and I finally felt the completeness I had been missing for the previous two months. I moaned into his mouth, and he started fucking me.

I lost myself in the feeling of having him inside me, and let him have complete control. He set the pace, and the power. His lips never left mine, as our tongues danced together.

I felt his pace quicken, and I knew he was about to come. I didn't even realize, at the time, that he wasn't wearing a condom; I realized it only after he came inside me. But I was so caught up in the feeling of being filled, that I didn't even care.

He finally pulled out, and rolled off me. He gathered his thinks and walked out, leaving me lying there with my legs spread wide, and his come dripping out of my pussy. I reached down with my hand, and scooped out as much of his warm come as I could, before licking it off my fingers, and savoring the flavor.

I soon fell back asleep, not bothering to cover up.

I awoke the next morning, with a killer hangover. I started to remember what had happened the previous night, from the time I got home, and I was horrified. Part of my mind was telling me that it had all been a bad dream; a really sexy, bad dream. While another part of my mind was telling me that I knew the truth.

I sat up in bed, and noticed the stain on the sheets right between where my legs had been. I leaned over and sniffed it; recognizing the smell right away. "Oh God." I said, in horror. "What have I done?"

I reached down between my legs, and felt the remnants of dried come in and around my pussy.

I showered like I had never showered before, scrubbing myself clean; wanting to wash away the events of the previous night. I knew that I never could, but I tried to.

I had had sex with my husband's son. And not just sex, but I had had unprotected sex, and I let him come inside me. I vowed right there, in the shower, that if I had somehow gotten pregnant that I would get an abortion, and never tell my husband.

When I was done, I threw on my robe and searched for Alex. I found him passed out naked on his bed. I wanted to wake him up and yell at him for taking advantage of me, but I knew that I had wanted what happened the previous night, and he wasn't entirely to blame.

So instead, I left him alone, and headed downstairs to the kitchen. I found George sitting at the table drinking coffee.

That's when I remembered what else I had done the previous night, and became embarrassed. I couldn't even look at him, as I walked over to the coffee maker, and poured myself a cup. I swore right then and there that I would never touch a drop of alcohol, if I could help it.

"So, interesting night you had last night." George said, and I just wanted to die.

I turned to see him facing me, sipping his coffee.

"About that; I was really drunk, and I felt bad for you." I replied.

"Oh, not that; that's already forgotten." He replied, waving it off. "It's water under the bridge. No, I was talking about you and Alex."

My heart sank into the pit of my stomach. I couldn't believe what he had just said; he knew. "What?" I somehow managed to ask.

"I'm talking about you and Alex having sex in his father's bed." George said, taking a long sip of his coffee.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I stammered, trying hard to keep the fear, and shock from my voice.

"Don't play coy with me, Ash; I saw you two." He said. "I say the whole thing."

My life was over; I was sure of it.

"Admittedly, he was the one who started it while you were asleep, but I saw you wake up and willingly join in." He says, taking one last sip, and standing up. He walks over to the sink to put his cup in, and then looks at me. "You even seemed to be enjoying it immensely."

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said.

"Really?" He asked. "So if I went up to your bed right now, I wouldn't find dried semen staining the sheets?"

"I was drunk; I don't remember what you're talking about." I finally said.

"You weren't that drunk." He said. "And I can tell by how flustered you are that you know the truth; you had sex with Alex, and you liked it."

I was speechless; he knew the truth, and worse of all, he knew that I knew.

"I'm just wondering if this is the first time, though." He said. "I mean, it sure smelled like sex the other night in the hall. Did you have sex then, or were you just touching yourself while watching him?"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing; he had figured it out. I was at a loss for what to do, or say; my life was over.

"The only question now is, what are we going to do about this?" He asked, eying me up and down.

"What do you mean?" I asked, not liking the way he was looking at me.

"I mean, how are you going to keep me from telling his father about this?" He reached out and took the end of the sash holding my robe closed, and rubbed it between his finger and thumb.

"I...I...I don't know." I said.

"I think you can think of something." He said, pulling on the sash, and releasing the knot I had made.

My robe fell open, and my pussy was exposed; my breasts were still covered, but barely.

He slid my robe the rest of the way off, letting it fall at my feet; so that I was now completely naked in front of him.

I turned away, as her reached out and started fondling my breasts. I closed my eyes, as I felt him start to lick and suck my nipples. One of his hands dropped down between my legs, and he started rubbing my pussy. It was apparent that he was quite experienced, because even though I was disgusted by what was happening, he was able to get me wet.

He stopped, and I finally looked back at him; he was busy removing his clothes.

Once he was naked, he laid down on the ground. "Sit on my face, and suck my cock." He said.

I starred in horror, as his dick started to get hard on its own.

"Do it or I'll tell him all about what you did." He said.

I gave in, and positioned myself over George's head. I knelt down, and sat my pussy on his mouth. He immediately began to eat my pussy with gusto; the slurping sounds were quite loud.

I leaned forward and came face to face with his dick; so to speak. I was so close, that I could make out the throbbing of the veins along its side. Tentatively, I stuck out my tongue, and licked the head; I could already taste his come from the previous night. Every time my tongue made contact, he would thrust his hips up to meet me.

He stopped eating me long enough to say, "Stop licking, and get to the sucking."

I took one last deep breath, and opened my mouth wide, taking his dick in. I started sucking his dick, while bobbing my head up and down. He kept thrusting his hips towards me whenever I was on my downwards motion.

Eventually his dick got rock hard, and that's when he stopped eating me. I was now at odds with my own body; I didn't want to be doing this, but my body was turned on, and wanted more.

"Off." He said.

I climbed off him, more reluctantly than I would have liked, and turned to face him.

He grabbed his dick with one hand, and said, "What are you waiting for? Get on."

Again, my body seemed to move against my will, as I straddled his hips, and positioned myself over his dick. Gradually, I lowered myself down onto him, feeling him fill me up. Despite myself, I let out a moan.

He heard. "Feels good, don't it?" He asked, a wicked smile on his face. "I knew it the moment I saw you."

He grabs my hips, and thrust me down the rest of the way, making me gasp. Then he reached up and grabbed my breasts, while I began to ride him.

His dick was a little bit thinner than my husband's, but it was a little bit longer; so it made up for it. Unlike Alex's which was both longer and thicker than his father's.

I was now completely into it, despite how disgusted I was that I was now fucking my father, while my husband was away at war.

I rode him for a good while, moan escaping my lips every so often. Then George pulled me down on top of him, and started kissing me. I could taste myself, mixed with coffee and cigars.

He reached around behind me, and grabbed my ass checks, pulling them apart. My asshole started to spread open, and I could feel something rubbing against it.

I thought it was one of his fingers, but then I realized that something a lot bigger was being shoved into my ass.

I broke the kiss, and looked around to see Alex kneeling behind me, naked, stuffing his dick into my ass. "Alex?" I asked, surprised.

"Ash, this is so much tighter than your pussy." He said, as he continued to force his dick into my ass.

George grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him, and started kissing me again, while Alex finally broke through my barrier, and slid in.

I moaned into George's mouth again; never had I felt so full, it was amazing.

I know it was wrong, and disgusting, and a million other things; but it felt so good.

I had never had a threesome, and had only tried anal sex with my husband a handful of times; but this was the greatest sex I had ever had.

I rocked back and forth, fucking them both at the same time, while grinding my clit into George's pelvis.

"Your ass is so tight." Alex said. "I love it."

"I love having your dick inside it." I replied, losing myself in the moment. "Fill me with your big dick, Alex; slam it deep inside me."

"I will, Ash." Alex replied. "I'm going to stuff you so much; you won't walk straight for a week. Then I'm going to come inside your ass."

"Oh, yes; do that." I replied. "Fill my ass with your sticky come." Then I looked back at George. "And keep stuffing your dick inside my tight little pussy, George; I love how you feel inside me."

"You are so much tighter than my Carmen even was." George said. "I don't think I can last much longer."

"Oh, please try and hold on, George." I begged. "Hold it until I come; I want us to come together."

"I'll try." George said.

"And don't pull out; come inside me. Just like Alex did last night." I said. "It felt so good."

"I wasn't planning on pulling out." George said. "I want so much to come inside you."

"I want it too." I said.

We fucked for a few more minutes.

"Oh, I can feel it; are you guys ready?" I asked, feeling my orgasm approaching.

"I'm ready." George said.

"I'm almost there." Alex said. "Okay, I'm ready."

I let out the loudest moan of my life, as I let myself come. The moan got louder, as seconds after I let go I felt George coming inside my pussy, followed closely by Alex coming in my ass, and I came again, while still having my first orgasm.

I'm not sure how long it took for me to finally come down, but when I did, I was lying on the kitchen floor, curled up, with come dripping out of my pussy and ass. George and Alex were both standing over me, but I could see someone else.

"That was amazing." Stacey said, holding a camcorder up, and filming me. "I can't believe you all came at the same time; that was better than porn."

"Stacey?" I asked, suddenly self-conscious again. I tried to cover up, and was horrified to see Stacey and her girlfriend standing there.

"Man, I can't wait to send this to dad." Stacey said. "He's going to love it."

"What?" I asked, completely confused. "You can't that to your father."

"Why not?" Stacey asked, looking at me like I was crazy. "This is the best one ever; he'll want to see it."

"What?" I asked, even more confused.

"Wait, dad never talked to you about this?" She asked. "Oh my God." She playfully slapped George and Alex on the arms. "You guys are so mean; you knew she didn't know and didn't tell her."

"Tell me what?" I asked, still sitting on the floor, trying to cover myself.

"I guess I'll tell her." Stacey said, turning back to face me. "Dad knows that women have needs, and since he's always away for long periods at a time, he wants to make sure their needs are met; so he asks Gramps to take care of things while he's gone. And since you're not Alex's mom, he asked Alex to help out too."

"Wait. Are you saying that your father, my husband, asked his father and his son to have sex with me?" I asked, not believing what I was hearing.

"Basically; yeah." Stacey said. "Intercourse, oral, anal; whatever you need. Like I said, he understands that women have needs, and instead of you cheating on him with some random stranger; he like to keep it in the family. He did the same things with my mom."

"You mean..." I said.

"Yep; Gramps slept with my mom a lot more than my dad ever did." Stacey said. "Even Uncle Jay helped out when Gramps was in the hospital for surgery."

"I'm so confused." I said.

"He used to ask people to videotape it so that he could watch it while he was away." Stacey said.

"I don't know what to say." I said. "I just...I don't."

"It's okay." Stacey said, kneeling down next to me, and rubbing my back. "We all thought dad had talked to you about this beforehand; but you can see why he would prefer this. If it hadn't been Alex and Gramps, you may have cheated on him with someone else."

"But I cheated on him." I said, dropping my head into my hands and crying.

"Shh, no you didn't." Stacey said, handing Alex the camera, and lifting my head to face her. "Dad is okay with this."

"But...but..." I stuttered.

"No buts; you didn't do anything wrong." Stacey says, kissing my check. "Dad told us to take care of you, if you needed it."

What happened next shocked me more than anything that had already happened; Stacey, still holding my head, leaned in and kissed my lips, slipping her tongue inside my mouth.

I'll save the rest of the story for another time.

THE END?



Keep It in the Family



I had never done anything as remotely sexually outrageous as this before.....................

(I was kneeling on a cream, thick pile carpet. I was naked. My blonde, shoulder-length hair was all over the place and was tumbling over my arms on which I was resting my face. My mouth was open as were my legs. He was holding my hips and was kneeling up straight as he rammed his cock in and out of me. He made me cum nice and slowly and then did it again as he spurted into my waiting cunt.

I was on my back in a narrow single bed. I was naked. My blonde, shoulder-length hair was all over the place and was tumbling onto my bare shoulders. My mouth was open as were my legs. He was between them and was firmly lodged inside me with his back bent so his mouth could reach my small, pink nipples and b cup breasts. My legs were wrapped round his waist as he rammed his cock in and out of me. He made me cum very quickly as he spurted into the black, slightly ridged condom.)

..................that is being fucked by two different men in a three hour period!

*

DD as I called him, David Dawkins as he is known in his role as a university lecturer, is my longer-term, married, forty five year old lover. He was about to try yet another reconciliation with his flat-chested bitch of a wife, Monica some ponced up, big wig in the Civil service. We had been having what we called our 'swansong' fuck, which we had been having every six months or so for the five years of our affair. Although, we both had no doubt that we loved each other, we knew there was nothing long-term in our relationship. I knew he would never leave his wife, who we called the titless bitch, for that would mean leaving his children as well as her. We both knew it's impossible for a man to get even decent visitation rights let alone custody of children when he runs off with a twenty four year old bimbo as I would appear to be to a judge, but then why not as I am one! Also, although I much prefer older men, I am very aware that there is quite a different appeal when I am in my mid-twenties and he is in his mid-forties than when I am in my mid-forties and he's in his sixties! Also, why the fuck would I want a step son my own age?

DD and I had never been that worried about the other going with others, after all, he had to fuck the bitch from time to time and he wanted to during their reconciliations. So I had boy-friends as young women do. Some fucked me, some did not. Generally, they were around my age or a little older and just as generally they were not that good in bed. Certainly nowhere near as adept as DD and the couple of other older 'boy' friends I had been with. It was hard to put my finger on why they weren't. Partly I wasn't that comfortable with them out of bed. Talking about football, the latest songs and recording artists and the like never really did it for me. In bed they lacked the patience and the slow build-up that older, more experienced men were able to adopt, I liked that style. Although there was some appeal about the way younger guys hardly seemed to go soft, could become erect almost on demand and could 'service' me many times in an evening, they tended to think more about their needs than mine, unlike older guys.

Jason is an actor. Bearing in mind that there is over ninety per cent unemployment in the business, by actor standards he is quite successful. He has had numerous walk on parts in TV soaps, has had minor speaking parts in Casualty, larger ones in the dreadful daytime series Doctors and he has been in several films and a few plays in rep. On top of that and where he makes his money, he does loads of voice overs for ads, owns a training company that produces videos and designs role-plays and he teaches voice projection at the stage school I attend. That is how I got to know him.

Jason and I had become a 'number' a month or so ago. Although I had no desire to become an actor, I had to take many of the classes that the prospective actors attended. I was far more interested in script writing, producing and directing and that was where I hoped to develop my career.

"You need to take a very deep breath," Jason had said to me as I stood in the quite small room with the six other students, four male and two female taking the personal projection module.

"Yes that's right," he said smiling his gaze focusing on my chest watching my small boobs as I sucked air in expanding my lungs and by extension my tits. I caught his eye as he said. "Hold it right there Sam, hold your breath," just as I had breathed in as much as I could, which, of course, meant my boobs were as emphasised as they could be. "Now breath out slowly and repeat the breathing in and holding it, count to thirty."

That had been the start. We flirted a bit, had a drink after classes a couple of times and then went out to dinner. He kissed me in an alleyway in Bloomsbury near to the college and round the back of the British museum. It was a warm night and I was wearing a very short denim skirt and a light sweater. My legs were bare. He pushed me back against a wall, crushed my breasts against his chest and thrust his very obvious erection into my stomach. We kissed hard and deep with both our tongues plundering the other's mouth. It was fun, exciting and highly arousing. I was very much up for it and felt an added thrill because we were out of doors and there was an element of danger.

His hand ran up and down the outside of my bare leg a few times then enquiringly slid just inside the hem of the short skirt. I didn't move or do anything to suggest that he should stop; why should I for I didn't want him to? He got the message and his hand quickly slid up my skirt right on to the bare skin of my bum cheek; I wasn't commando, but was wearing a thong. He squeezed, stroked and rubbed my waist and bum all the time slowly moving down my cheek and inwards to between my legs. It was very arousing. I kissed him harder and slid my hand down to squeeze the outline of his erection inside his jeans. He unzipped himself.

"Get it out," he whispered shoving his other hand up my sweater and right onto my right tit. I got his cock out and whispered.

"You sure about this? Just imagine the News of the World headlines. Soap star caught fucking his student in the open air."

"Probably make me more bankable" he laughed using a term that may well have been apt for a star, but not for a bit player like him, but I had learned they all had their dreams.

Although he wanted to, I didn't let him fuck me. Instead we brought each other off with our hands and fingers.

*

That was the start of our fling.

I admit that I did feel some guilt about DD, but then as he was away in Paris on his fuck knows how many times reconciliation attempt shagging the arse off the titles bitch, the goose and gander analogy came into play, especially in my mind!

At the time, I was sharing a flat with two other girls in Crouch End, north London. Hence, time by myself to 'entertain' Jason was limited so most of our sex was at his house in Muswell Hill. He had explained that when his mum and dad split up the family home had been sold and three houses had been bought; one for dad, one for mum and one for him. 'Must have been some family home' I couldn't help thinking!'

Jason's house was in Muswell Hill was a mile or so from his father Michael's. They got on well, seeing each other quite often, playing golf together most weeks and helping each other cope with life as men on their own. Jason had a dog that Michael looked after most of the time and either of them would walk. Although he had retired from his position with BP as a Project Manager, Michael did some consultancy work in the oil industry. Most of this was in the UK, but occasionally he had to go overseas which was where he had spent most of his career. That, as far as I could make out from Jason, was the reason for the break up in their marriage.

"Mum just got fed up of being alone and ran off with her toy boy" he half jokingly told me one day.

I stayed with Jason quite often. He was generally busy usually with his training company so two or three days a week I would go to his house from college. I would make dinner of some form or the other, although I am not much of a cook so take-aways featured more frequently than me slaving over a saucepan or oven. A typical evening would be me getting to the house around five, Jason coming home sevenish, when we would have a quick fuck before dinner. After dinner, we would go to a local pub and then back to his house to sleep with each other.

He was almost insatiable. He was always up for sex and recovered amazingly quickly. Many times, he had me three four or even five times in an afternoon and evening. The quantity was wonderful, but the speed with which he climaxed and his somewhat uncaring attitude about fulfilling my needs, which I have found to be common amongst younger guys, was a little off-putting. That said I enjoyed my sex with him, but did hanker for more languid and slow-paced lovemaking with more foreplay and attention to ensuring my satisfaction; in other words more like what I got from DD. But hey a girl can't complain when she has a guy who wants to fuck her every time he sees her can she? 

Jason was running a training course in Edinburgh and was away for a just over a week.

"Would you mind staying at the house a couple of nights Sam?" He had asked explaining that Michael would be looking after Westy the dog, but had to go away on business for a day or so.

I was happy to have the relative luxury and certainly, peacefulness of his house as opposed to the madhouse of the flat I was sharing. So on the Sunday I slept with Westy the Golden Retriever dog instead of Jason!

"It's very kind of you Sammi" Michael said on the Monday when he phoned to say he was home and I said I would walk Westy home.

I strolled across the heath and past a small group of trees where Jason and I had had sex a couple of times. I was wearing the same denim mini skirt that I had on the night he and I jerked each other off behind the British Museum, with a tightish white blouse with buttons up the front. Several of the buttons at the top and the bottom, which was outside the skirt, were undone, but those across my boobs were done up, so I was decent, but a bit revealing, something else that I had taken to recently; near flashing or, as Jason explained it. 'You're a fucking exhibitionist.' Also, as I was wearing flip flops, my long, for my height, tanned legs were shown off nicely and got stares from people I passed; I enjoyed that. 

It was a warm and humid evening, not really one for dog walking and I was hot and a little bothered when I arrived at Michael's house. If I wasn't such a lady I would have been sweating, but as I am, I was glistening! I was grateful, therefore, when he asked me in for a drink.

"Would you like a drink, drink Sammi or something cool, a lemonade or soft drink, or both?" He asked smiling.

"Oh let's go wild and have both," I laughed.

"Ok a lemonade starter followed by a white wine if I remember from Sunday. Cold and dry right?"

"Yes spot on that sounds lovely Michael thanks."

Although he must be well into his fifties Michael looked fit. He was over six feet tall and slim with a very upright posture. He had brown, neatly cut hair that was on the long side, but not of too youthful a style. He had a permanent tan that came from year round twice-a-week golf including frequent trips to the top courses in Spain and Portugal. He was very bright and seemed to know something about nearly everything, but wasn't cocky or arrogant. Unlike many men with his son's friends he didn't try to be 'young like them' and consequently came across as being quite cool and very together. I'd met him several times here and at Jason's mainly handing over Westy

"Shall we sit outside?" He asked in his deep, velvet toned voice.

"Sure that would be nice." 

We chatted quite easily mainly of course about his son Jason, but occasionally he mentioned his ex-wife, the job he had with BP and how he had to shoulder some of the blame for the Deepwater Horizon oil rig explosion in the Gulf of Mexico.

"Why is that?" I asked being both interested and horrified at the same time.

"Well I was one of the PMs who oversaw the assembly of the rig in Rotterdam."

"What's a PM?"

"Project Manager."

"Oh ok and they built the rig in Holland?"

"No just some of it, the rest was done in Houston and Galveston."

"So why were you blamed?"

"Everyone involved was and we all got fired."

"They can't do that without proof can they?"

"Yes if they pay you enough" he laughed. "I was and am happy with it, I got fed up with being a permanent expat and all the travelling that goes with the oil industry."

We had another drink and then I said I had to go.

"I'll give you a lift. Can't have you wandering the streets this time of night as it's getting dark can we?"

"I'm used to it Michael."

Despite that he insisted and drove me home in his nearly new Merc.

"You around tomorrow Sam?"

"Yes during the day, but I have a session at college in the evening."

I didn't tell him as I had not told Jason, that the session was not at the college, but was at a photographic studio in East London where I had been booked to pose undressing, in underwear, naked and feigning orgasms. I hadn't told a soul, not even DD, that my part-time, secret work was glamour photographic modelling.

"Why?"

"Well I was planning to take Westy for a walk on Hampstead Heath and then have a drink or lunch in a pub. Fancy joining me?"

"Sounds good."

"Like to come then?"

I looked up as he said that for it clearly had a double meaning. I smiled, but didn't comment although I was pretty sure he guessed what I was thinking.

"Yes sure, unless my agent calls with an assignment from Spielberg."

He laughed. "Pick you up around twelve then. Ok?

"Ok that's a date then," I said as we slowed near Jason's house.

He parked the car and turned to me with a serious look on his face.

"Is it really?" He asked.

I didn't know what to say, so I mumbled. "What?"

"A date?" He replied looking into my eyes with a serious look on his face. Then he smiled. "Just joking. Goodnight then Sammi" he said turning to face me as I undid my seat belt and sat forward.

"Night Michael" I replied suddenly realising he was going to kiss me. It was just a peck on the cheek, but it felt nice.

*

"You wearing a bra?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I knew you were going to phone."

"Panties?"

"Yes."

"Which ones?"

"The burgundy French knickers you bought me in Agent Provocateur."

"They're silk aren't they?"

"Yes."

"Does that feel good against your skin."

"Yes and you know it does, don't you?"

"Yes I do."

"You like wearing my panties don't you Jason?"

"You know I do and you like seeing me in them don't you Sammi?"

"Yes I do and you like fucking me as you wear them don't you?"

The phone call with Jason was going along the lines that we had established when he was away as he had been several times since we had become a number. I had always enjoyed talking dirty when having sex and this gave me the opportunity to indulge in that. 

"Yes."

"Wish I was there now?"

"Of course I do."

"What to put your panties on?"

"Yes."

"And to then fuck you?"

"Of course."

"Do you need to be fucked?"

"Of course I do. Do you want to fuck me?"

"I always want to."

"What would you do to me?"

"Shove my big, hard cock up that wet and slimy, but wonderfully tight cunt of yours."

"Right up my cunt?"

"Yes up it as far as it will go."

"So what you wearing Jase?"

"Nothing, I am stark bollock naked."

"Mmmmm lovely are you hard."

"Like a fucking rock."

"Hard enough to fuck me?"

"Oh baby yes plenty hard enough for that."

"That's good so I won't have to sleep with Westy again tonight."

"You must be desperate sleeping with a bitch dog."

"I wondered why there was no action."

"There would have been had I been there."

"Then you had better get on and fuck me now hadn't you?

*

As I moped around the house before going to bed at just after midnight I had many thoughts. I thought about the phone sex with Jason where I had got myself off listening to him wank as he told me what he would be doing to me. I thought about my burgeoning 'career' as a glamour photographic model and cringed at the memories of the extras I had recently started providing, when asked. I wondered about DD and the titless bitch and how their reconciliation was going. I imagined them fucking in the George Cinq hotel where they had taken a suite for a week. But oddly, I mostly thought about Jason's dad. I wondered if he really was coming on to me, whether he meant it and if he would be up for it if I showed a green light. 'Shit what the hell am I thinking, he's my boy-friend's dad for God's sake' I told myself with a tad, but not that much guilt. I had seen the look in Jason's eyes when he had met my mum. I had also seen the look in hers for since she and dad had parted I knew she had quite a thing for younger guys. 'God what a foursome' my dirty mind dwelled on as I visualised Jason fucking my mum and his dad fucking me.

I wondered what Michael did about sex. There had been some talk between Jase and his sister about 'dad's lady friend' but nothing seemed to have transpired and Jason had mumbled something about massage parlours one evening. He was clearly far from being past it. I had seen signs over the last week or so and particularly today that suggested he would be interested in me. That was physically of course, but then most men are like that with a blonde haired, blue eyed, pretty little tart like me aren't they, particularly if they are given even the slightest hint of being available? I had no doubt about a father's loyalty to his son, but going on 'mates' who always claimed absolute loyalty, but nevertheless strayed into fucking their friends' girl-friend's quite often I imagined it might be the same with father and son!

I wore all white the next day. Thin linen trousers that were rather see through showing that I was wearing a thong, but then that was alright and in any case most did nowadays. On top, I wore a sort of singlet, a bit like that worn by an athlete but looser. It had thin spaghetti shoulder straps one of which kept falling down my arm. If I was out with my friends I wouldn't have worn a bra, but on a 'date' with my boy-friend's dad I thought that might be pushing it a bit. With the fashion now permitting the flashing of bra straps they were clearly on view. White and gold flip flops completed my dog walking outfit.

Michael picked Westy and me up and we drove the few miles to Hampstead. We must have walked for an hour and a half so I was quite pleased when we got to the Bull and Bush, I was tired and hot. Although he hadn't tried as Jason had, to pull me into a secluded place and fuck me he was clearly trying it on, but in a restrained and subtle way. We sat in the garden and had a drink, but it was too hot so Mike asked if we could get a table inside where fortunately there was an air conditioned restaurant. We were walking across the garden past a table of young blokes when one called out to me.

"Oh hi Tony, how are you?" I said to a guy I knew through a group of friends I used to go clubbing with .

"What you doing here?"

"Just been dog walking?"

"Who's your er, um friend?" He smiled looking at Mike.

"That's Jason's dad."

"Jason?"

"My boy friend."

"Didn't you know had one, I was rather hoping myself."

"Oh sod off Sue would kill you."

"Be worth it though. So what's it like having a sugar daddy."

Laughing I walked off and thinking 'I'll show them' slid my arm through Mike's and we strolled towards the restaurant with me accentuating the wobble of my bum.




Keep It in the Family



"Who was that?" Michael asked as he tied Westy up just outside the restaurant.

"Just some guy?"

"A rival to Jason?"

"No" I laughed.

We had a nice lunch and then drove to his house where Westy was staying for the evening while I went to my photo session. We sat on the patio, which had a thick wooden beams with wisteria and something else growing over them affording shade from the sun and shelter to an extent from light rain.

"So what was that guy on about?" He asked for Tony had grabbed me and asked me again if Mike and I were a number.

"Oh nothing" I said as Mike poured me a coke, I had stopped drinking due to the impending modelling session.

"Come on."

"Oh he was asking if............. never mind."

"What?"

"Oh ok. He was asking if we were a number, if you were my sugar daddy."

Smiling Michael said quietly. "Well I'm not either am I Sammi?"

"No" I whispered looking up at him and into his eyes. He held my gaze. We simply looked at each other for a moment or two. He smiled and moved towards me going behind where I was sitting in an upright chair saying quietly.

"Do you have either Sammi?"

I gulped at the direction this was going.

"No."

"What about Jason?"

"We're not serious really."

"I didn't think so."

He stopped talking and I could feel him standing behind me, very close. I felt his fingertips rest softly on my bare shoulder.

"Would you like either?"

"Oh Michael what are you saying?" I groaned as he gently rubbed my shoulders, his fingers slipping down from my shoulders and into those little grooves by the collar bones.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked," he said sounding contrite, but not removing his hands from my body.

I whimpered rather ridiculously. "That's ok?"

"Is it really Sammi?"

"Yes" I breathed enjoying the feel of his fingers that had slightly slipped down so they were resting on my chest beneath my collar bones.

"And this, is this ok"?

"What?"

"This" he said pressing his fingers against my chest just above the neckline of my top.

"Oh Michael," I groaned, both mixed up and excited.

He kissed my head and whispered. "And this?" I didn't reply.

"Well Sammi, is it?"

"Yes Michael," I whispered.

"Are you sure?" He whispered slipping his hands downwards so that his fingers slid onto the swell of my breasts the tips just inching into my bra. 

"Oh my God," I groaned as his hands cupped my boobs inside my top, but outside my bra. It felt so good; I sometimes wished that my breasts were not as sensitive as they were. They were tingling with expectancy. 

My head fell back and Michael leaned forward and kissed me. I nearly giggled when I thought 'it's an upside down kiss'. That it may have been, but it was still fantastic. My mouth was quickly open and his tongue was buried deep in it. He squirmed his lip against mine and I squirmed mine back; my top lip against his bottom. I loved it. 

He put his hands through my arms, stood me up and crushed me against him our mouths still locked together. His hands were all over my back flicking my bra strap and moving downwards as he pushed his very evident hard on into my soft, flat stomach. God he felt fucking brilliant.

"Michael," I groaned as his hand stroked the cheek of my bum through the thin, white linen.

"What Sammi?" He mumbled his mouth fill of my lips.

"We shouldn't."

"No Sammi of course we shouldn't" he replied grinding his lips against mine again, sucking my top lip into his mouth, squeezing both of my bum cheeks at the same time and pulling me more firmly against his erection. He slid the thin straps of the vest off my shoulders and cupped each of my tits in turn squeezing them and pinching my little nipples with just the right amount of pressure. I was responding to his cock and was now rubbing myself, my pubic mound and by extension my clit against his hardness. He had eased both of my boobs out of the cups of my bra and bent his head forward to suck me. That brought me to my senses.

"No Michael," I said quite sharply. He stopped.

"What Sammi?"

"We can't."

"What Jason?"

"No, er yes."

"Which is it?" He asked his fingers on one hand stroking my nipple and those on his other stroking my bum.

"Oh I don't know, but I really have to go, I told you," I said, obviously not able to explain that I couldn't let him suck my tits in case he left red marks; the photographer client wouldn't be impressed with that.

"Oh yes college."

"What?"

"You have a session at college."

"Yeah right" I stammered remembering I had lied to him about my modelling session.

He kissed me again. This was more tender, caring almost. It felt lovely and I moulded myself against him putting my arms round his neck and revelling in my bare boobs being crushed against his chest covered by the blue Polo shirt. 

"Do you really have to go Sammi?" He asked stroking my hair and cradling my face against him.

"I'm afraid so."

"Would you stay if you could?"

I looked up into his eyes and saw a combination of desire and passion.

"Yes Michael I would."

"Then come back after the session and I'll cook you dinner."

"I don't know, I'm not sure."

"Jason?"

"Well yes he is my boy-friend, well sort of and it's er, um......" I couldn't think what more to say.

"Odd to be kissing your boy-friend's dad?"

"Yes I guess it is" I replied scooping my b cup boobs back into the bra.

"Was it nice, did you like it?"

I looked into his eyes as I pulled the top back in place. "Yes Michael I did."

"Then come back for dinner?"

"Dinner?"

"Well you know. Just come back, we'll eat and see what happens. Deal?"

Smiling I held my hand out. "Deal."

*

The shoot went pretty much like most did lately.

The client was in his early forties I guessed, he was smart and clean, polite and friendly and easy to get on with. He had a good sense of humour and we laughed a lot as he set up the lights. He had some good ideas on poses and choosing from the outfits I had brought with me and the first hour went quickly. Most of that was spent with me undressing from a couple of outfits and then posing in a range of underwear outfits: bras and panties in white and black, suspender belts and stockings, waspie and a basque, half cup bra and French knickers. He was appropriately complimentary on my body and outfits and things were going very well. As was the custom we stopped for a cup of tea made by Sandra the studio owner. 

"Ok for some topless and nude stuff now Sam?"

"Sure" I replied. "How do you want me?"

He spent twenty minutes or so with me topless, then just wearing holdups and finally naked. He shot me from different angles and had me kneeling, lying, standing and bending over. I knew that he was getting sight and presumably shots of my lips and pussy, but that was ok.

"Can we do some stuff on the bed now Sam?"

As with most studios there was a bed in a corner. I sat on it.

"Ok Simon, what now?" I asked looking up at him where he was standing a few feet from me. I could see that he was at least semi-hard, but that wasn't anything unusual, I was used to it.

"Er, er, I would like some how do I put it?"

"I don't know," I replied smiling and not being at all helpful.

"Do you do open leg stuff" he blurted out.

"Yes, but it's extra."

"That's fine."

"Want to know how much?"

"Ok."

"Twenty five ok," I said taking pity on him as I liked him.

We agreed the deal and I got on the bed.

"Any particular poses?"

"Not really it's more the look on your face that I am after."

Smiling I said. "So not the look of my woops never mind."

He laughed. "Well that as well of course. You choose the poses for me, ok?"

"Sure no problem" I replied lying in my back. 

Looking into the camera, I bent my legs and raised my knees knowing he would get some subtle pussy shots by shooting under the backs of my thighs. I held my knees and pulled them up further pressing the fronts against my boobs giving a good shot of my lips and the crease in my bum. I had learned quite a lot in my year or so posing.

"Mmmmm fantastic. Give me that I want sex look Sammi."

I pouted, half closed my eyes and slightly opened my mouth.

"Ok?"

"Yes brilliant."

I let my legs slip down and put my feet back on the bed. Closing my eyes and placing my fingertips on my boob I slowly opened my legs.

"Oh fuck Sammi" He groaned clicking away taking shot after shot of my exposed, open and I suspected wet pussy. "That's great."

We did a load more 'beaver' shots with me on my back, front and kneeling. Simon moaned and groaned his pleasure as he used two cameras and god knows how many cassettes of 'film.'

I was on my back, my legs were wide open and Simon was kneeling between them.

"Give me a just fucked look Sam please."

I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along my top lip as I acted an orgasm.

"Oh that's great, that's fucking marvellous."

I opened my eyes as he took close ups of my pussy, tits and face. He was clearly fully erect. He saw me looking.

"Sorry" he gulped.

"That's ok."

"Do you do extras Sam?"

"What are you after?"

"Well sex obviously."

"Sorry I don't do full sex" I said realising I had effectively told him I do some.

"What then?"

"What do you want?"

"Can I touch you, massage you?"

"Ok."

"And you masturbate me maybe?"

"That will be another hundred," I said quickly not liking the blunt commercialism, but realising it was necessary.

"Fine, ok"

"Want the money now?"

"After will be fine," I told him adding with a smile. "You're a little overdressed for what you have in mind aren't you?" I told him looking up at the clock and seeing there was only twenty minutes left. I nodded at the clock. "Sandra's pretty hot on time."

He had his shirt off and quickly he was pushing his jeans down. I was surprised that he wasn't wearing underpants.

"Come and lie here," I told him.

He lay beside me and put his arm round me pressing his nicely thick cock against me. I held it and stroked it wishing almost that I did go all the way with my customers, for it felt so good.

He started to stroke and caress my body focusing initially on my tits and then my bum. His face came close to mine and he brushed my lips with his.

"Is this ok?"

When I first started offering extras I was tense. I didn't do hardly anything other than what was specified and didn't enjoy it. After a while, though, I decided that if I was going to do extras then I might as well try to get more than just the money from it, enjoyment for instance. So if I fancied the guy I went for getting pleasure as well. I put the money element to one side and let myself act as if I was with a lover.

"Yes Simon" I whispered letting him kiss me.

*

It was a little later than I had expected when I got away from the studio. Sandra wanted to chat and was trying to persuade me to do a porn video, but I was dead against it so it took ages getting away from her and it was nearly nine when I was in my MINI trying to remember the way from Hoxton to Crouch End. As I drove north along Kingsland Road I checked my mobile and there were texts from both Jason and Michael. Jase's was saying how much he looked forward to phone-fucking me tonight and Michael's was saying that the barbecue was on and the Pinot was chilling in the fridge waiting for me.

'Shit what do I do now?' I thought just thanking my lucky stars I hadn't let Simon make me cum when I jerked him off.

Risking life and limb as I drove out of London I text Jase back. I knew that on these training courses there was often evening session and sometimes a formal dinner.

'What time do you want me, I'm running late?'

I then text Michael. 'I have just left and have to go home and change so I can be there around 10, too late?'

God knows what I would do I was thinking if Jason wanted phone sex around eleven or so.

Michael came back almost immediately. 'Perfect, I can't wait.' I heard nothing from Jason.

I dumped my large holdall and carrying wardrobe in the flat. As my sexy gear and outfits increased in number they were becoming more difficult to hide from my flatmates, but I just about managed to, I think. 

I showered and changed. It was a little cooler so I wore a pair of blue denim pedal pushers. They ended just beneath my knees and were fashionably quite low cut at the waist leaving a strip of skin and my tummy button bare round my waist. On top, I was wearing a black, lacy camisole sort of thing. Now that I 'knew' Michael I left my bra off and the soft material moulded itself round my boobs. Glancing in the mirror as I flicked a brush through my blonde hair I was pleased to see the jiggle of my tits, momentarily rather hopefully thinking that they were growing, and the outline of my nipples as my raised arm stretched the thin material across each orb. I thought I looked good and that made me feel good, but I also realised I was projecting a rather 'available and you can fuck me' look.

I drove the few miles from Crouch End to the rather more upmarket Muswell Hill and parked in the driveway of Michael's house.

"Is it ok there?" I asked when he came round the side of the detached house to greet me.

"Well if you stay all night it will certainly do my street cred good with the neighbours."

'Stay all night? what's he mean?' I quite stupidly asked myself before it hit me that that was what he probably assumed I had agreed to. Although it wasn't, the idea did have appeal. I had, I felt, tacitly agreed to sleep with him, have sex, make love or whatever. But stay the night, that hadn't entered my head, although I do enjoy really 'sleeping' with a guy. Momentarily panicking when I realised I didn't have a clean pair of panties I almost giggled. I covered up my nervousness by trying to make light of it.

"I was rather thinking of moving in permanently I get pissed off living with other girls."

"Well you are most welcome, but you would have to fix it with my son."

"I'd forgotten about him."

"Out of sight out of mind and all that," Michael said as he led me into the large back garden. Once on the patio he took me in his arms and kissed me. "Thanks for coming Sammi" he said seemingly unaware of the double entendre.

I was worried about Jason calling so I sent him a text.

'At home, terrible headache and am going to bed soon, so you will have to leave the fuck until I am at yours tomorrow. Text what time you are likely to be home.'

We don't have a landline in the flat and the area does have a terrible signal so I was in the clear.

That was just as well for Michael then laid on a wonderful evening and night, which included the best fuck I had experienced in my six years or so of sexual activity.

We had a glass of Chablis as he barbecued some strips of fillet steak and baby lamb chops that we ate with a mixed salad. We drank the best part of a bottle of delicious red wine, claret I think, which was enough to relax us and reduce out inhibitions, but not make us, well me at least, feel tired.

Michael was not only the perfect host, but also the perfect lover. He directed me and events skilfully, effortlessly taking and maintaining control yet not being domineering or assumptive. There is such a narrow line between being confident and arrogant. Michael seemed to be a master at toeing that line. His relaxed confidence was so impressive, but he never did anything without making sure that I was in agreement and satisfying my immediate needs before moving on.

After the meal he came round the table, bent over beside my chair and kissed me. It was a long, tender yet passionate kiss that gradually increased in intensity until my mouth was wide open and his tongue was buried deep inside it. Naturally his hands went to my breasts, firstly outside the cami top.

"Oh yes" he grunted when he confirmed my lack of bra. "Thanks Sammi, you make an old man feel very happy."

Smiling I replied. "I didn't do it to make you feel happy."

"What then?"

I reached down and found his cock in the beige linen shorts. It was hard. I murmured.

"It was to make you feel horny."

"There wasn't any need for that, but you can feel that it's done that," he muttered slipping his hand inside the top and onto my breasts. As he caressed them, he kissed me again and then, standing both of us up he pulled me to him deliciously squashing my boobs against his chest and pushing his erection into my tummy. It all felt so lovely, just right and as good as perfect. His arms were round me kneading and caressing my bottom through the thick denim. I felt his hands slip inside the back of the cami onto my bare back. He ran them up and down my spine and just inside the waist of my jeans. He was arousing me so much, but that increased manifold when I felt him lifting the hem of the camisole top. Up and up it went, past the small of my back and onto my shoulder-blades. At first I thought that was probably all he was going to do or possibly bare my boobs, but no he was pulling it further onto my shoulders and up my neck.

'Fuck he's going to take it off' I realised with a shock thinking. 'He's going to bare my tits in the garden.' Although it was quite dark and the garden was secluded and not overlooked it still seemed a hugely sexy and very horny thing to do.

"Lift your arms Sammi" he whispered in a nicely authoritatively tone. I didn't have any hesitation whatsoever and quickly the cami was off and I was topless.

"Ok?" he whispered kissing me again as he squeezed my breast.

"Yes" I sighed back wondering if he was going to strip me naked and maybe fuck me in the garden; that made me shudder with excitement. But he didn't.

"Come on let's go to bed, we can't have you getting a chest cold in those lovely tits can we?"

That was so typical of older men, well the three I had been with at least. They were relaxed about sex. It was important to them for sure, but not the intense almost life or death experience of younger guys. They joked about it and used humour as part of their sexual technique; I liked that.

He put his arm round my shoulders, picked up my chemi top and directed me into the house and up the stairs. We went straight to what was obviously the master bedroom for it had a large double bed. There was one light on in a corner on small cabinet, it created a nicely romantic or heavily sexual atmosphere dependent on your viewpoint. As Michael sat me on the edge of the bed topless, to me it was both!

He stood few feet away from me. "God you are beautiful Sammi, are you sure about this?" He asked considerately.

"Yes" I said very softly for as he asked that Jason came into my mind and that made me feel a bit of a shit. Then I thought to myself what he was probably up to on his training course and I felt better. "Yes Michael I am sure" I whispered.

"Good."

Looking right into my eyes he pulled the white Polo shirt over his head revealing a tanned, nicely formed chest with defined muscles and a fair covering of dark hairs tinged with patches of grey.

"Lie down Sammi," he directed his hands going to his belt. I did as he asked and lay in the middle of the bed. Then in the most erotic display of sexual confidence I had ever witnessed he slid his shorts and boxers off in one action to stand before me wonderfully naked and rampantly erect . He looked fabulous and a little whimper probably escaped from my lips. Other than DD who had always impressed with his lack of inhibitions when naked I had never been with a guy who seemed as comfortable with their nudity as Michael did.

Lying beside me, he kissed me and ran his hands over my chest, cupping my tits and pinching and pulling my nipples. Pressing his hard-on against my outer thigh his hand slid downwards and cupped my mound through my jeans. It felt gorgeous. I needed more of an outlet for the now quite extreme sexual ache he was building up in me. Opening my legs a little I pushed my pussy against his hand that he slid slightly further between my thighs. He ran his fingers along my denim covered lips and pressed his thumb right on my clit. I kissed him back very passionately, but even the combination of that, his hand on my pussy, his erection against my hip and his tongue in my mouth did little to overcome the sexual rage roaring through me. I fiddled my hand between our bodies and my heart pounded as I grasped his penis. It felt wonderful and I started rubbing it.




Keep It in the Family



"Oh yes Sam, yes" He groaned thrusting his cock in and out of my hand starting to use it as a surrogate cunt. Almost smiling I thought. 'He won't be using a surrogate one for long.

He quickly made me cum, but then that is nothing unusual for me with a new lover. I clung to him, groaning, moaning and sighing as those lovely feelings built up in every part of my body.

"Oh Michael," I grunted pushing both my pussy and breasts against him wringing every last bit of pleasure from the surprisingly strong orgasm.

Holding me tight and stroking me, he kissed me gently as he whispered 'little nothings' in my ear. Rocking my body as the climatic convulsions gradually subsided he seemed able to anticipate my every need. He had stroked and caressed me when I needed it, squeezed and pinched my body when more power was required, moved fast and slow as my needs dictated and he had made me cum at precisely the correct moment. And now, he did nothing, but hold me, stroke me and cover my face and head in little kisses.

"Was that good Sammi?"

"It was lovely Michael thank you," I sighed putting both my arms round his neck and kissing him softly and tenderly.

"Would you like a drink or something. Champagne perhaps?"

"No that makes me burp, white wine would be nice though."

"Be right back" he said getting up. I couldn't help noticing with a sense of disappointment that he had half lost his erection. Returning with a bottle of Pino and two glasses he didn't seem in the least put out that he was soft, but nothing was said.

We lie side by side with him naked and me still in my cut-off jeans and thong sipping our wine. We didn't speak much. I was thinking of what was soon to come, of what I was going to do with him. Yes I was thinking about my boy-friend's dad fucking me. 

Finishing our wine Michael took my glass and put it with his on the bedside table. Without speaking, he leaned over me and said.

"May I ma'am?" As he took the belt on my jeans in his fingers.

"Be my guest sir," I replied sounding, I hoped, casual, but being very aware that my heart was pounding at the thought of him stripping me and being nude with him. I lifted my bottom to help him remove my jeans and lay there in the black, silky thong.

"Mmmmm lovely," he muttered almost to himself as he ran his fingertips across the front of my panties.

Everything then seemed to fall into place action by action as we kissed and kissed.

He rubbed me on my clit and lips through the silk.

He slipped his fingers inside the panties.

He stroked my wet lips.

He pushed the silk slightly inside me.

He kissed my breasts and sucked my nipples.

He slid his fingers inside my pussy.

He slowly took the thong off murmuring appreciatively at my slither of a tawny coloured landing strip of pubic hairs.

He rubbed that landing strip, he caressed me on that and on my clit.

He kissed me there.

He slid his tongue between my legs and along the lips of my pussy.

He rolled alongside me his face by my hip his semi-hard cock near my shoulder.

He licked and sucked all over my cunt and 

he made me cum again and again.

We again lay there in each other's arms kissing and stroking each other. I found his cock and wrapped my fingers round it. It was by no means hard, but there was some life there.

"Don't worry Sammi," he whispered anticipating my concern.

"Are you ok?"

"I will be, don't worry about it."

'But you've made me cum and you haven't' I thought and nearly said, but bit my tongue just in time.

"Turn over" he said in a rather authoritative, but nevertheless attractive manner.

I did.

"You have the most delicious arse Sam" he murmured running his fingertips over each cheek and into the crease between them. I didn't say anything, but loved the feelings on my bum. I opened my legs a little knowing that would widen the crease; I adore my bum being played with. I felt him kiss and then lick each cheek as he ran his fingers up and down that sexy crevice. God it felt good. I wondered how far he was going to go and felt a tad of disappointment when he moved both his fingers and mouth away from my bum. Although I didn't want him to fuck me up there I was hoping he would go further with his tongue and fingers, something hardly any young guys did.

He turned me over and knelt before me. He was fully erect.

"See?" He whispered. "Ok?"

"Mmmmm it's gorgeous," I groaned reaching out for him.

I stroked his cock and cupped his large balls in my hand; it was a lovely feeling.

I leaned forward and licked the length of it and then the bulbous, purple head. He tasted salty and nice.

"There's no need Sammi" he whispered.

"That's ok."

"You wonderful girl" he groaned taking hold of his cock and pulling it away from his body so that it was nearly horizontal to the bed.

Holding his balls, I kissed the end of it, licked its length again and then wrapped my lips round it. I moved my mouth back and forth and he quickly found the rhythm. He started to gently fuck my mouth. He was making low grunts and groans as I almost, but not quite deep-throated him. I did all the things one does when fellating a man and revelled in his bodily and verbal responses. I wondered how close he was for the few guys I had done this to, including DD, were ready to cum very quickly when being sucked. He didn't go rigid or tell me he was ready, although he was now fucking my mouth quite vigorously and pulling on my shoulder-length, blonde hair. Although I am not into pain, I don't mind some mild hair pulling and the odd slightly aggressive pinch or squeeze.

"I think I want to fuck you now Sammi, are you ready?" He asked in almost as matter a fact way as he had used when offering a drink.

"Yes, Mike, yes I am."

It was a long, languid, relaxed, varied in pace and different positions fuck. It went from him surging deep inside me and holding it there, to him pumping in and out quickly and then slowly. He fucked me hard and fast then gently and slow. He started with me on my back, then we were on our sides, I was on top for a while then back on my back. He pulled my legs up so my ankles were over his shoulders.

I can't remember how long we went on or how many orgasms he gave me. All I do know for sure is that it was by some margin the most awesome fuck I had ever had.

*

I had lessons early, well for me that is, at eight thirty the next morning so I had to leave Muswell Hill by six thirty, drive to Crouch End, change and then train it to Gower Street to get there in time for the ten minute or so walk to the stage school in Bloomsbury.

"I'm sorry Michael," I said when I woke at six and he pulled me to him and started caressing me.

"What's the matter?"

"Quickies are not my thing really....... especially when I have such a busy morning."

"Don't you like sex in the morning?"

"Actually I love it, but not when it's rushed."

"Were you ok with last night?" He asked nuzzling my breast as he brushed his semi-hard cock against my thigh.

"It was fantastic, and I really mean that, was it for you?"

"I thought it was amazing, remember old guys like me don't get much chance with young ladies like you."

"Not so much of the lady if you don't mind."

He laughed and stroked my bum. "You really sure you don't have time?"

"Absolutely I have to leave in ten minutes."

"Bollocks, morning sex can be so good."

"Yes and so can night sex as it was last night."

"So young lady I guess you will be ok this night as well."

"Why?"

"Jason's coming home this evening."

I actually felt disappointed as I was hoping to spend another night sleeping with Mike.

"Well afternoon sex can be awesome too, can't it?" I whispered kissing him softly right on the lips.

He got my message

"What time can you be here I'll have the kettle on."

*

I had never done anything as remotely sexually outrageous as this before.....................

(I was kneeling on a cream, thick pile carpet. I was naked. My blonde, shoulder-length hair was all over the place and was tumbling over my arms on which I was resting my face. My mouth was open as were my legs. He was holding my hips and was kneeling up straight as he rammed his cock in and out of me. He made me cum nice and slowly and then did it again as he spurted into my waiting cunt.

I was on my back in a narrow single bed. I was naked. My blonde, shoulder-length hair was all over the place and was tumbling onto my bare shoulders. My mouth was open as were my legs. He was between them and was firmly lodged inside me with his back bent so his mouth could reach my small, pink nipples and b cup breasts. My legs were wrapped round his waist as he rammed his cock in and out of me. He made me cum very quickly as he spurted into the black, slightly ridged condom.)

..................that is being fucked by two different men, a father and son in a three hour period!



Keep It In The Family



"Mark, stick your dick in me as I am doing this but make sure you pull out when you are going to come."

I was lying on my stomach eating her pussy and he climbed on my back and had his dick in me in a flash. I threw my ass in the air and then when he got it all the way in I shook my ass from side to side and then back and forth at him. He was having a hard time staying on me but his hard cock in my pussy was feeling great. It wasn't going to take much of this before I was unloading my pussy. As soon as I felt that my orgasm was near I pulled away from Mark and turned around and moved my pussy to Sue's face and told her to eat me like she had never done before. I was going to have a giant orgasm and I wanted her to be the one to eat it out of me. My vaginal walls were pulsing harder than I could ever remember them doing and she could feel my juices pouring out of me. I had never felt the warm rushing feeling deep inside of me the way this one came over me. This three-way sex has a lot going for it!

We all sat around and just talked for what seemed to be hours. We were naked and that didn't seem to bother any of us although I thought it would have Sue a little embarrassed. 

I encouraged the two of them to share a shower together and I would come in later and get mine. All I could hear was giggling with the two of them in it together and had to go in and hurry them along. I jumped in and took mine and we all got dressed and they were going to go on back to their home. Before they left I took Sue aside and gave her a huge tongue-searching kiss to which she responded just the way I wanted. I was happy she discovered another way to get her sexual relief but I still wanted to keep her near and dear to myself. I had fallen in love with her and her wonderful young body.

The following week I was with Paul and having sex with him no longer had the excitement it did before my escapades with Sue and then with Mark. Maybe I would have to invite Paul to join in with us and make it a foursome with his kids and me. That would be something else. I wasn't sure if Sue could take his huge cock but it would be interesting to see how her young tight pussy would handle it. Mark has about seven inches but his dad has over ten and it's very thick. I know he stretches my pussy a lot when he is fucking me and I am afraid what he would do to Sue's. Well, it would be something to ponder.

The question answered itself. A few weeks after all of that Sue and I were going at it in my bedroom when I looked up and there was Paul standing in the doorway to the room. He must have used his key to my place and come in without us hearing him.

"Well, well. What do we have here?" he asked tongue in cheek. He could see damn well what he had here. His daughter and his ex sister in a sixty-nine position. 

"Cath, how long as this been going on?" he asked.

"Paul, does it make any difference? Cath and I like each other and are very close."

I noticed he couldn't take his eyes off his daughter. Her eighteen-year-old body was truly magnificent and was turning her dad on. I had seen him get aroused over the years he and I had been fucking and what I was looking at right then was him getting one huge hard on.

Without saying a word he stripped off his shirt and then dropped his pants and shorts and stepped out of them. His ten-inch thick cock was hard as a bat and sticking out just like one. Sue's eyes were riveted by it.

"Paul, it looks as if you want to join in with us. It's been a while since you and I fucked. Are you going to let your daughter watch us?"

"Nope, I am going to let you watch Sue and I fuck."

"Paul, she'll never be able to take your cock in her tight little pussy."

"Well, we can sure try can't we Sue." With that he reached over and took her hand and pulled it onto his cock. She let it rest there but looked at me for guidance.

"Let's hold everything right where it is." Paul, you are NOT going to rape your daughter if I have anything to say about it and you can bet I'll be on the phone in a second if you try it. Sue, if you want to have sex with your father that is fine as long as you are doing it willingly.

"Cath, I don't think I can take his huge thing in me. Do you?"

"Sue, I can get a tube of KY jelly to help ease it into you and if it hurts too much I will make him stop. Will that be OK?"

"Yes for I really would like to see how it would feel to get fucked with one like his."

"Oh you can believe me…it feels terrific. I know. We have been fucking every now and then for the last couple of years."

"OK Cath, get the lubrication and you better find a condom while you are at it." 

"Dad, we can have sex if you want to but as Cath says if you put it in me and it hurts too much you will have to pull it out. Do you agree?"

"Sure baby, I'll stop when you tell me to." He replied.

"Hold it right there Paul. That was the weakest agreement I ever heard. I am telling you right now if she says it is hurting too much and you DON'T pull yourself out of her right then I will put a skillet right across your head and then call the cops about a father raping his daughter. You'll be in jail an hour later. Now let me hear you promise her you will do as she is asking; but this time with some feeling."

"Oh yes, Sue. As Cath says, if you say STOP, I'm out of you."

God he was so turned on the saliva was running down his chin. His cock was truly like a baseball bat in front of him and he was rolling a condom on it. He was so large the condom only came halfway down the shaft. Sue was on her back and smearing a huge gob of the KY on her pussy lips and then lay there waiting for the penetration.

He really was very gentle. He used his fingers to get her aroused and then put his mouth all over her luscious tits and got the nipples erect. The time was now.

He used one hand to guide it to her pussy lips and then pushed his hips forward just a little to gain a little penetration. The head of his cock was so large her lips opened up as wide as I had ever seen them as he pushed a little more. He then had four or five inches in her and she was gasping; not with pain but with anticipation and enjoyment of what she was feeling so far. He reached down and had a hand under the cheeks of her ass as he pulled himself in another few inches. She was gasping and said, "Dad, hold it right there for a bit" It was strange hearing an eighteen year old telling her father to hold it where he was as he was pushing a huge dick inside of her. 

She then said, "OK go in some more."

He still had his hands on her ass cheeks and he pulled her onto his cock a little further. By now he had almost eight inches buried in her tight little pussy and I looked down and could see it was stretched to me what looked like a breaking point. I asked, "Are you OK honey. He still isn't in you all the way and your pussy looks as if it is stretched wide."

"Cath, I think I am OK. It feels great and there really isn't much pain."

"Dad. Go in me the rest of the way." She ordered.

He gave a thrust and he was buried but the tears were pouring down her cheeks. 

"OK that's it. She can't take any more. It's over."

"NO, NO, NO.. I'll be fine. Don't stop Dad. Start fucking me now."

Did he ever. He started slow and easy, out a little and then in to the hilt. Out a little more and then back in all the way. This went on until he was coming out of her about eight inches and then driving himself all the way back in. He wasn't going fast but he sure was giving her all of his cock. I looked down at her and she was tossing her head from side to side with her long hair flailing with each movement of her head. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lower lip and had wrapped her legs around the back of his legs. She wasn't going to let him get away.

He dropped his face to her breasts and took one in his mouth as he continued his thrusting. She was starting to moan and I could see that Paul wasn't far behind her. His eyes were a little wild and his cock was driving in and out of her harder and deeper with each thrust. Sue wasn't complaining so she must have been enjoying it.

All of a sudden and without any kind of forewarning she threw her legs straight up in the air and howled. "I am coming. Oh God, I 'm coming a lot."

Hearing that was all it took for Paul to have his own orgasm and from what I saw it was a huge one. He was grunting to match her howls and he kept on thrusting fast and deep for quite some time before his cock shriveled up a little and he slipped out of her a long ways. The head of it was still hidden behind the soft puffy lips of her pussy and her bushy pussy hair was dripping with her own juices.

He finally let himself slip out of her and she let out a loud sigh when the head of his cock popped out. She had truly been fucked by a humongous cock and had come through it OK. In fact, I am afraid she won't be satisfied with Mark's seven incher after this.

Paul just held her tightly as he said, "Sue, I never thought this day would come. I have admired your lovely body for years but knew you were way too young to do anything about it. I love you so much I hope you aren't going to hate me for what happened here today.

"Oh Dad. Nothing could be further from the truth. I love you and thank you for letting me enjoy your marvelous cock. Now if you don't mind I would like to get back to eating Cath's pussy. That's what I was doing when you came in." Paul and I roared as she dropped her face to my crotch."

"I am not going to mind and I hope you aren't going to mind if I jack off watching you two. I know I just had a huge orgasm but this is something special and I know I can recharge very quickly. When I am ready to shoot my load I'll let you two know it is coming so if you want to take a mouthful you can get ready for it." She and I looked at each other and nodded OK.

That's exactly what happened. Sue and I were having a great time with each other when Paul announced in a loud clear voice he was going to explode. Sue and I jumped up to be ready for it and within seconds he was pointing his cannon at our waiting mouths. A few more strokes and he was shooting a long stream of his white warm come at our faces. Neither of us were able to get a good mouthful but we sure got our faces covered with it. I rose and made Paul kiss me with his own come running down on his lips. He started to gag a little and Sue went into hysterics laughing. After that the three of us lay around just BS'n and fondling each other.

This session lasted another hour or so before Paul left my place.  I asked Sue if she was all right and would still like to do it again with her father and his storybook cock. She assured me she would as long as her and I could get together before and after for some female lovemaking. She said she loved her dads cock but also loved eating me and having my smooth cheeks eating her. I don't know where this leaves Mark but I guess we'll find out in time. I am concerned about him finding out his father is also fucking Sue with his giant cock. If Sue gives Mark any indication she'd rather have her dads cock than Mark's I am not sure how Mark would take it nor what he would do abut it. 

I'll keep you posted of any future developments.