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Mama Pt. 01

By: TheJess



I parked outside Alana's place around midnight. I'd had a couple of drinks with the guys from work, but I'd explained that I didn't want to get too far gone as I had plans for the night. The plans were to go round to my new girlfriend's house and fuck her. But right away there was a problem.

I stumbled, just a little as I went up the three wooden steps at the front of the porch, but it was enough to bring someone to the door. A light went on. A woman in her late-thirties appeared behind the screen door and right away had her arms folded across the white T-shirt and her small breasts.

She looked me up and down. "Can I help you?"

I looked her up and down too. This was obviously Alana's mother. She'd told me a little bit about how they often got taken for sisters and I could see that right away. Almost six feet tall, dark brown eyes, long black hair and the longest legs you ever saw in your life. If she hadn't been so frosty toward me I could definitely have seen the appeal.

"Err, well, I'm Jack...I was wondering if..."

She didn't let me finish.

"You're Jack. Well, finally we meet. I'm Mrs. Weidler. Her mother."

"Pleased to meet you. Alana's told me a lot about you. I can see it's all true."

"You can skip the small talk with me. I've heard it all before."

I just nodded. "Is she home?"

"It doesn't matter where she is. You're not to see her anymore, understand?"

Well, that escalated quickly. Alana told me her mother didn't approve of boyfriends but I wasn't quite expecting this.

"Mrs. Weidler, perhaps if I could come in and talk, you'd see that I'm not such a bad guy."

She shook her head. "You're not taking a step further. I don't care whether you're a bad guy or not. The last thing Alana needs is to be messing around with boys at her stage in life."

I had nothing to lose here, so I went for it.

"And you'd know all about that, right Mrs. Weidler? I mean, Alana's not your ex-husband's daughter, is she? You must have been about seventeen yourself when she was born."

She frosted up a little more. "I don't see how that is any of your business, and I don't intend to stand here discussing my private life with a stranger."

"I don't have to be a stranger. That's up to you."

She shook her head.

I put my hand up to the screen door. "Jane. Can I call you Jane?"

She nodded, not happy.

"Jane, Alana and me, we're both adults in the eyes of the law. She goes to community college, and I work around the corner. You know that there's nothing you can do to stop us from seeing each other behind your back."

I put my other hand up to the screen.

"Matter of fact, she's the wilful type. Like yourself I shouldn't wonder, and nothing's going to set her mind as fast as her own mother telling her she can't do something. Yup, I can imagine that would fire her right up."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, I think you know very well what that means. I think you can picture it real clear in your imagination."

I leaned myself up, right against the mesh of the screen door and whispered straight into her ear. I could have sworn she smelled a little of drink herself.

"You see that truck of mine over there?"

She nodded again.

"Picture that parked down by Montgomery Lake. Me and Alana have been kissing and cuddling for ten minutes or so, but she's all riled up because her cell keeps ringing and it's you, calling and sending messages. You're treating her like a child and she wants to be treated like a woman. And that's where I come in."

Jane's face clouded up with anger.

"Do I need to call the cops to get you to leave? Because I will."

"Oh come on Jane. We don't need to get the cops involved. All I'm doing is explaining myself. Wouldn't you rather know what's been going on than set yourself up all night worrying?"

"I'm her mother. I'm going to worry anyway." she said.

"Yes, you're going to worry because you kind of know what girls her age get up to right? You WERE that girl. Matter of fact, you were even younger. And seeing how beautiful Alana is, I'll bet you were a damn sight for sore eyes yourself."

I swear she almost blushed at that.

"Yeah, I'll bet you got hit on about ten times a day round here. Hell, I bet you still do."

She muttered something under her breath at that, but I didn't catch it.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I missed that."

She just stared at me for a moment before she spoke.

"I said, don't bet on it."

I shook my head. In truth, I was genuinely surprised. 

"Well, now that is one of the straight-up mysteries of the universe."

Was that a smile on her face? If so, she quickly killed it.

"I mean, I really can't account for the taste of the men in this town. What is the world coming to? A fine looking woman like yourself, sleeping alone every night?"

She looked me straight in the eye.

"I don't need your pity Jack. And I'm old enough to be your mother."

"It's not you I pity Jane. And no, you're not old enough to be my mother. Not even in Arkansas."

She definitely smiled at that. 

I went on, "But then maybe I have unusual tastes. See, I'm what you call a feminist. I like a woman who knows her mind, makes her own choices, follows her instincts. You know what I mean? A woman should take control of her own life, her own wants...her own needs."

Jane shook her head, smiling. "Aren't you the enlightened one?"

"I don't know about that, but I know what I like in a woman. And your Alana, she knows what she wants. She's in touch with her instincts, you might say. You should be very proud of the way you raised her."

"Proud? How do you figure that?"

"Because she's fearless. She ain't foolhardy, or reckless, but she ain't scared neither. She's all woman."

Jane looked beyond me, at the street behind. A car passed, but she didn't really notice. Her mind was miles away. It felt like a full minute passed in silence. Without making eye contact she spoke.

"You were telling me about Montgomery Lake."

I smiled. "Yes I was ma'am. About how me and Alana were kissing in the front of the truck."

She nodded.

"I lean over to her and slip my hand inside that little cut-off shirt thing she wears. Listen to her catch her breath as my fingers brush across those hard little nipples on her sweet A-cups. I'm kissing her real deep now and she's starting to squirm on that bench seat, soaking her panties through with her own juices. I drop my hand from her breast and slip it along the inside of her smooth white thigh, up the leg of her little short shorts until I can feel her wetness. My God, is she ever wet!"

Jane isn't looking at me any more. She's still standing right in front of me, but her eyes have closed. She steps forward until she's against the screen. The two points of her nipples press into it through her white T-shirt. She very gently, very slowly starts to brush herself against it. That makes me smile.

"She reaches down and shimmies herself out of those shorts and slips her little pink panties off too. Now it's just her damp crotch against that old leather bench seat. I'm looking at her little pussy and I swear to you Jane, I want to cry right there and then. I've seen a few in my time, but you have never in your life seen a pussy as beautiful as this in your life. You want me to tell you about it?"

She nodded her head, just a little, still rubbing.

"I can't hear you Jane."

Slowly she opened her mouth.

"Tell me. Tell me about my baby girl's cunt."

I smiled again. A couple of trucks passed by on Grant Street behind me as I watched this lady unbutton the top of her jeans and slip her long fingers into the waistband of her white panties.

"It is a work of art. She brings her knees up and slides her ass closer to me, and I'm stroking both my hands up the inside of her naked thighs, just staring at it. She has that beautiful thigh gap that you skinny girls like to show off, and a tiny little patch of dark brown hair just above her lips. I know she trims it, because she told me she did, and I know she doesn't shave it all off because she knows I like it like that. And I do like it. I bring both my fingers and thumbs together, sort of framing this masterpiece. Her puffy little lips are all wet, and as I gently pull my hands apart they open just a little and I see her pink insides, and I swear this is no word of a lie Jane, her little clit looks like it's dancing! Doing a slow, slow grind all on her own. Maybe it's just my imagination, can't say, but her whole insides are kind of pulsing. Can you picture that?"

I knew she could. Jane's right nipple had found a small tear in the screen and it poked through as she strummed her breasts against the screen. All four buttons on her jeans were undone and I could see the top of her dense, brown hair as she toyed her own clit to my story, her knuckles standing out against the front of those panties.

"That damned seat is so wet with her juice that I can slide her up to me no trouble at all. I have to open my door and kneel on the step to do it, but in no time at all I have her pretty little...what did you call it again?

Jane spoke in short breaths. "Her...cunt. Her pretty little...cunt."

"That's right. Her pretty little cunt right there in my face. She reaches down and grabs hold of her legs behind the knees and draws them up, still spread apart. She's fit. All that money for dance lessons was well spent!"

Jane's frigging was speeding up as I spoke, her nipples getting ever harder, as she bent her long, slim legs at the knees, lost in her imagination.

"I lean forward and just sort of breathe her in, just for a moment. I feel the heat from her on my face, smell the sweet nectar of her juice, watch her wetness as her lips part a little for me and that clit of hers invites my tongue to join her in a dance."

Jane opened her eyes. Her free hand went to her left nipple and she pinched at it through the white T as I went on.

"I lean forward and my lips meet hers. Oh, the taste! You know that taste Jane. I don't know if you've ever tasted another woman, but I know you've tasted your own. Licked it from your fingers in the glow, right? You know that taste. There's nothing like it. Taste it now."

She didn't hesitate. Jane brought two fingers from her pussy and slipped them into her mouth, closing her eyes again. She sucked on them like a starving woman before slipping them back down into her panties for a second helping. I hadn't even noticed how hard I was until that point, but I was, like an iron bar. It would keep though.

"I start eating that pussy, Jane, eating it good. Scooping my tongue up inside, circling her clit, sucking on those puffy little lips of hers. And you know what she does? You know why you should be so proud of her?"

Jane's fingers were back frigging her off again, and she was close to the edge, but she opened her eyes and looked at me. Longing in her face.

"Tell me what she did."

"She put her hands on the back of my head, both hands, and she pulls my face into her cunt. She wants it so bad. She wants to come. She wants it, like you want it!"

Jane's face reddened, her muscles tensed and she pulled back from the screen. Her hand went up to the mesh and she curled two fingers through the hole she'd been using.

"Jane, when Alana comes, she comes like thunder. Her back arches, she shakes her head from side to side, she damn near kicks the window with those long, long legs of hers. Then she bursts, like she took a fit or something. She digs her fingertips into my head...and she cries out 'mama'!"

Jane's hand tore through the mesh as her knees buckled. "Mama!", she yelled out, as her orgasm robbed her of her strength and she staggered back into the room, still clutching the fabric from the screen in a long strip. She came to rest against the back of a chair, breathing in sobs, her long hair across her face. 

I just stood there smiling. My balls were fizzing, my dick straining to tear free from my trousers as I watched her try to recover her composure. 

Just then I heard a car door shut behind me. I turned to see Alana coming up the steps, fresh-faced and beautiful. She had a puzzled look on her face as she came up and gave me a kiss. Then she saw the torn screen.

"What in the world happened here?"

I didn't really know what to say. But she looked into the room beyond the screen at her mother, glowing and glistening with sweat, and something seemed to click in her mind. 

"Jack. You'd better come inside," she said.

Mama Pt. 02



I'd like to tell you that me, Jane and Alana got right into a hot threeway as soon as I got in the door of their house on Grant Street, but that would be a lie. What happened was Jane gave me a beer, and told me sit on the couch in the parlour while she and Alana went for a 'talk'. I'm pretty sure she'd have been happier if I'd just left, but I wasn't really in the mood for that. Quite the opposite in fact.

See, I'd just brought my girlfriend's mother off telling her about how I'd gone down on her little girl in the cab of my truck, and as that same little girl (okay, she's 19) had walked in at that moment it had caused a little 'discussion' let's say. So while I'm sat there watching Glenn Beck they're discussing a different kind of cunt entirely. There's raised voices, tears, long silences. I was happy just to leave them to it for a while, but after I'd been sucking on a dead beer bottle for ten minutes I decided to wander through. After all, this concerned me too.

The two women fell silent as I shuffled over to the refrigerator and liberated another Yuengling. I popped the cap off, leaned back against the stove and admired the view. Both Alana and her mother Jane are close on six feet tall, with dark eyes, long dark hair and legs that seem to go on for ever. Alana was wearing her black leggings with her college sweater, whereas Jane had on her white T-shirt with some kind of fabric thing wrapped around her waist. I didn't know if she was still wearing those little panties of hers, but if she was they must have been soaked through.

"Everything all right in here?"

Jane snorted a laugh. "No, Jack, surprisingly enough everything is NOT all right here. My daughter and I have things to discuss."

Alana turned to her mother. "Don't take that tone with him mommy, you're the one who was frigging herself off in public!"

Alana turned to me. "I'm sorry you had to see that Jack. I can't imagine what must have made her do a thing like that."

Jane looked me straight in the eye...near as damn burned a hole through my head with her eyes. Her look said it all...don't you DARE tell her. I nodded, just enough to reassure her.

"Hey listen, I'm cool. Don't worry about me. Hot summer night, attractive woman home on her own at night...these things happen. Most natural thing in the world."

Jane spoke up again. "Well, I'm happy that you see it that way Jack, very enlightened of you. But still, Alana's right...it should never have happened."

I nodded, a little thoughtful.

"Well, when it all comes down to it, it's just a bit of fooling around, right? I mean, if anyone ever tried to tell me they'd never acted on an impure thought I'd call them a liar. I don't care who they are. We all need to be better in tune with our sexual side. All that repression? Why, that's the cause of half the trouble in this world."

Jane folded her arms. "Well, that's all very noble Jack, but when you're the mother of a teenage girl the world looks a little different."

Alana sighed. "Mama, I told you...I'm not going to get myself pregnant. I'm not completely stupid."

"Oh, and I was?" flashed Jane.

"I didn't say that! All I'm saying is that you've been going on about me not getting preggers for as long as I can remember!"

"Alana, I just don't want you ending up like me!"

"Mama, you 'ended up' with me!"

Jane was shocked. "Oh sweetie! I never meant...did you really think I meant that? I would never, ever, turn back the clock. You have to know that!"

Alana was on a roll now. "Ever since I was a little girl you've been treating me like a problem, and I'm sick of it! You made your choices and you got me, like it or not. Now leave me alone to make mine!" She turned to me and held out her hand.

"Come on Jack, let's get in that truck of yours and go."

Jane shook her head and stepped in front of the kitchen door.

"No. Don't go. Not like this. You're right, I haven't treated you like I should. You're not a problem to me, you're the light of my life, and that means I want to help you."

"Help me how?"

Jane turned to me. Suddenly I was back in the discussion.

"Were you planning to...lose your virginity tonight? With him?"

Alana blushed, a little.

"I was. I still am, just as soon as you get out the way."

I didn't say a word, just swigged a little more beer.

Jane nodded. "Okay. All right, well, I suppose it had to happen some time. But you should do it here."

Alana just looked at her.

"It's a special thing. You shouldn't be in the back of some greasy truck down by the lake. Do it here, in my room."

Alana looked over at me. I shrugged.

"If the offer's there, why not?"

Alana rolled her eyes. "This is about the weirdest day ever."

Jane turned to me.

"I'm assuming you brought some protection."

"Protection? Like a gun?"

"Like a prophylactic! You were planning to use one, right?"

I shook my head. "Well ma'am, I have to say I prefer the rhythm method if we're having that discussion. Rubbers kinda kill it for me."

"You were planning on having unprotected sex with my daughter? Is that what you're telling me?"

I just shrugged and nodded.

"Well then, it's out of the question. Absolutely not."

Alana butted in right there. "What are you, the sex police? All he has to do is pull it out at the right time. I think he can manage that all right."

Jane was having none of it. "No. That's my last word on the topic. It's too risky."

Silence. Arms folded on both sides. A stand off. That's when I decided that what was needed here was a dealmaker. And that was my job.

"Jane, I respect your stand. I happen to think you're correct. It is risky. With the best will in the world, mistakes do happen. And that's why I'd like to make a suggestion."

Both women looked over at me.

"Put simply, I think the best course might be for you to join us in the bedroom. To supervise, if you like, make sure nothing untoward happens."

That was the bombshell all right. They both looked at me, then at each other. Alana turned back to me.

"Are you serious? You want her in bed with us?"

I shrugged. "I'm just trying to find a way forward sweetie. You want to do this, right?"

"Yes, but...it's kind of weird."

"It's been a weird kind of evening already, wouldn't you say?"

Jane waited a moment before speaking.

"I have to say I've heard worse ideas. And weirder. No-one cares about your welfare more than me sweetheart, you know that. If I can help make it special, and safe, then maybe we should give it a try."

Alana sighed and thought for the longest time before speaking.

"Maybe you can just help me get ready?"

Jane smiled. "I can do that all right. Why don't you head upstairs and get freshened up? I'll be there directly."

Alana gave me a kiss, quickly clasped her mother's hand, then left the room. I was so hard I thought I was going to pass out.

With Alana gone, Jane came over to me.

"I suppose I should be thanking you for that suggestion. And for your silence."

I sipped the last of the beer.

"Well, this way everyone gets what they want."

She nodded. "One thing though. I'm not going to let you enter my daughter without protection. You won't smooth talk me out of that."

"Okay, I respect that." I said, "but perhaps if we could open up our imaginations a little we could find a way forward. After all, I am going to fuck your baby girl tonight. That's happening."

Jane just looked at me, cold. 

"Come up in ten minutes. First door on the left."

Then she left the room. I heard her on the stairs, cross the landing and enter the bedroom. The door shut quietly.

I swear, those were the longest ten minutes of my life. I tried to distract myself, reading stuff, anything I could do to kill time AND my boner. I didn't want to head up there and blow my load in the first thirty seconds! I found a bunch of Jane's knitting patterns and looked through them, and that helped. But still, when I looked up at the clock I still had four minutes to kill. No way. I went out to the hallway and shouted up.

"Ready?"

A few seconds later, they answered together. "Ready!"

I took the stairs as careful as I could. If I'd fallen and broken my neck I'd have killed myself anyway. I wanted to arrive alive.

I pushed open the bedroom door and there was Alana, sitting on the edge of the bed, pretty as a picture in a small pink teddybear. Jane was sat behind her, in her T-shirt and panties, both the proud mommy and temptress. Alana smiled a mile wide as I closed the door behind me.

She stood and stepped over to me, unbuttoning my shirt and slipping it off my shoulders. Her little nipples poked hard through the sheer fabric as she moved her hands down to my pants. I looked over her shoulder at Jane, and I swear I saw her lick her lips.

Alana finished unbuttoning my pants and slowly slipped a long, elegant hand inside my boxers. I felt her fingers wrap around my shaft as she hauled me free of the waistband. Now, I'm not one of those storytellers who's going to add a couple of inches in the telling just to make themselves feel better. I'm around 8 inches long, so there are longer cocks. But I'm thick with it. Alana just managed to get her fingers all around my shaft as she looked up into my eyes.

"Let me see sweetheart" said Jane. Alana stepped a little to one side and showed her mother my penis in her delicate hand.

A little frown crossed Jane's face as she saw what I was packing. "Oh my..."

"It's big, isn't it mama? I felt it a couple of times before. Did you ever see one as big as this?"

Jane shook her head as she slipped her hand inside her panties once again. "No sweetie. That's a big one."

Alana watched as her mother began to gently frig herself. She looked up at me again. "See that Jack? Mama likes you after all!"

I smiled as I felt Alana's hand start to move up and down my shaft.

With her fingers deep in her pussy, Jane looked me right in the eye. "Alana honey, will you be an angel and bring that thing over to me. I have something I want to show you."

Alana led me by the dick over to where Jane was sitting on the edge of the bed. Jane took her free hand and cupped my swinging balls, bringing me even closer.

"Now just watch what I do. You're going to get a turn shortly."

Jane leaned forward and took the thick head of my cobra dick into her beautiful mouth. She used her tongue to lick along the underside of my shaft as she mouthed me. She looked over at Alana and smiled as best she could. 

"See baby, most of the nerves are right here, in the head area. Especially underneath. Don't waste too much time with the rest of if. You try."

Alana sat next to her mother and leaned forward. She opened as wide as she could and took my head into her sweet young mouth like a pro.

I looked down at this gorgeous scene. "You listen to your mother Alana. She knows what she's talking about!"

Jane smiled and gave my fizzing balls a playful little squeeze. That was nearly too much for me. I had to pull out Alana's mouth.

"What's wrong Jack? Did I hurt you?"

I shook my head as my slimy dick swung across their faces.

"No honey, I just need to pace myself. It's ALL good."

Jane got up from the bed and wiped the back of her hand across her mouth with a smile. She looked over at Alana.

"Honey, remember what we talked about? I think it might be time."

Alana nodded, a little nervous I thought, as she shuffled herself back on the bed. 

Jane turned to me. "Not that you need it, but I thought you might like a little show just to get you in the mood for the main event. Sit down on that there chair."

Good thing I did too, because what happened next just about killed me! 

I'll tell you ALL about that in part three...



Mama Pt. 03



Alana looked over at me with a nervous smile as Jane sat back down behind her. The older lady sat on her haunches and shuffled up behind her 19 year old daughter, while both of them looked me in the eye. Jane reached forward between her daughter's thighs and slowly lifted the hem of the teddy to reveal that beautiful little peach of a pussy. She lifted the garment right over Alana's head and dropped it on the floor. 

Then Jane reached back around and began to slowly stroke up and down her daughter's beautifully smooth thighs, spreading them wider apart. Alana looked down nervously as her mother's long fingers moved ever closer to her trimmed bush. 

"Mama, are you gonna..?"

Jane shushed her daughter as she brought her hands together either side of her child's cunt.

"Just relax my darling girl. We're just showing off what you've got to this lucky gentleman."

As Jane's fingers began to stroke up and down her lips, Alana's whole body seemed to slump slightly. Her head fell forward, her eyes shut and she began to moan.

"Ohhhh Mama..."

Jane smiled as she slipped her middle finger inside and drew it up to Alana's clit.

"That's it baby. Just let mama take charge."

Alana nodded as she rolled her head back. She brought both her hands up to her little A-cups and squeezed herself tight as Jane's long finger began to gently stroke at her button. 

Me? I was sitting there on the edge of the wicker seat, just my t-shirt and tube socks on with my thick cock in my hand, and I was wishing to God above that I'd used that time downstairs to knock one out instead of looking over all those knitting patterns. Jane's saliva all over my shaft made my cock as slick as hell and I considered trying to leave it be, but I just couldn't. My eyes were fixed on Alana's beautiful pussy as her mother reached around from behind to bring her off. Every so often Jane would change hands, bringing her sticky fingers up to her mouth to clean off her daughter's sweet juices like a starving woman. 

Alana continued to pinch and squeeze at her little titties, reddening her nipples as she did so, but when I tried to get up and come over Jane tutted me.

"Jack, you just stay put until we're done here. I ain't forgetting about your needs, don't worry."

My balls were buzzing, aching to unload as I watched Alana start to twist in her mother's arms. She drew her legs up, then kicked out, spreading her thighs ever wider, then closing them back down. When she came she screamed out 'Mama' once more, and Jane smiled, proud as punch that her daughter would honour her like that. Alana came down from her orgasm and turned to face her mother. Jane cuddled her naked daughter close and the two of them just sat there, rocking for a little while.

Jane stroked Alana's long brown hair as she nuzzled in. 

"I used to have an uncle Milton. He was around a lot when I was around your age. You won't have heard too much about him."

I wasn't really in the mood for old family story, but it turned out there was a point.

"Milton was my mom's brother. The whole family always called him 'poor Milton' because he hadn't had exactly a charmed life. Never had a girlfriend, nor a boyfriend either. Flunked school, never left Grandmammy's house. A real oddball...but no fool. He was smart all right, sly as a fox when it came to getting what he wanted. And he was a big guy too. Not the kind you'd want to say 'no' to."

"My mama didn't let him in the house when me and my sister Louise was growing up, but when we got older there wasn't a whole lot she could do to stop him 'happening to be in the same place at the same time', and every time it happened, Milton would get to touching, and stroking. He could be quite gentle, but like I said, you didn't want to say no to the man. One time, at Grandmammy's, he put his hand up Louise's dress while she was in the parlour on her hands and knees cleaning out the fireplace. She just stayed put while he felt around in her panties. He asked her if she liked it, but she didn't answer. He said he'd take that as a yes and kept touching her. He started to get a little rough under that dress, and Louise was breathing heavy. I told him to leave her be, but he wasn't listening. Truth is, Louise didn't seem to mind too much herself. Her long hair was trailing in the ash of the old fireplace as Milton fingered her. He reached in and hauled out his old dick and started to yank away on it as Louise was moaning. I was shocked. I couldn't say a word. Milton had his prick pointing at Louise's behind, and as she started to yell out he flipped her dress up her back and he fired all his pearly come across her naked rear. I couldn't believe how much there was."

Alana was listening all right now, and so was I. Milton, you sly old dog.

"Milton finished his business on Louise then he took his fingers out of her. I'll never forget the blood. He'd taken her right in front of me and he didn't have a word to say about it."

Jane turned Alana round to face her. 

"Well, me and Louise didn't tell Grandmammy. We just ran all the way home and told mama Claire about it. I was nervous, thought she'd maybe get mad at us, call us liars, but she didn't. I asked her if we should call the cops, and she shook her head. Told us how Grandmammy would die of shame if word got out about Milton. She was the special boy, the one that needed that little extra help, and Grandmammy lived for him. There was only one way to handle Milton."

Jane reached over to the bedside cabinet and slid open a drawer.

"I'm going to show you what my mammy showed me."

Jane took a tub from the drawer, an old jar with some French writing on it. Noix de Coco.

"See, mama Claire knew Milton was going to take us. She was mad at herself for not preparing us before, but now that we knew what he was like, she said, we could be ready."

Jane unscrewed the lid of the jar and sat it down on the bed. She turned to Alana.

"Honey, I'm going to need you to lie down on the bed here, face down. Like so."

Jane took a cushion and dropped it on the floor by the foot of the bed. 

"Kneel on that there cushion and lean forward on the bed."

Alana did just that, her beautiful ass-cheeks bent over the edge of the bed. 

"You comfortable like that sweetie?"

"Yes mama," said Alana.

Jane then swung her leg over her daughter's lower back, facing me. Her dense brown bush brushed against Alana's cheeks as she got herself in position. She dipped a couple of fingers into the jar and scooped some thick, white stuff that looked like fat. 

"Okay honey. Now remember what I said. You let your mama take charge."

"Yes mama."

Jane took the white stuff and laid a blob of it between Alana's ass-cheeks. It started to melt right there, and the blob started to slide down towards the floor before Jane caught it. 

"This here's Coconut oil. Matter of fact, it's the very same jar my mama gave me and Louise. She said it was the best stuff for the job on account of it's good for your skin too."

As I watched, Jane took one of Alana's ass-cheeks and gently pulled it to one side. I peered in at the little rosebud, beginning to understand what the plan was. My cock was about to split my skin it was so hard. Jane started to slowly, slowly rub the oil into her child's ass valley.

"Mama Claire told us that there wasn't nothing she could do to stop Milton from having us, but if we only let him in the back door then at least we wouldn't have any bastard babies by him. She called it the 'Milton method', and damned if it didn't work. When we were all over at Grandmammy's for Thanksgiving dinner Milton came up on me while I was washing the dishes and pushed his finger up me from behind, right in front of Grandmammy and mama Claire. Grandmammy told him to leave me be, but Milton turned to her all nasty and snapped at her to shut up. Grabbed a knife out the drawer and called her an old sow. I told mama to fetch out the jar from her purse and she gave it to me. While Milton's hauling his dick out I was reaching behind myself to rub some of that coconut oil into my butthole. Milton didn't get the idea at first, but then I took a hold of his fat boy and steered it up to my hole. I pushed back a little on him and he got the idea soon enough. He wasn't as thick as Jack here, but it wasn't easy to get him in. Grandmammy was crying now as she watched her son screwing his niece in the ass in front of her. She got the family bible and started asking forgiveness for raising such a monster, while mama Claire came over to me and held my hand. Louise came in from the yard, asking what all the commotion was, but she stopped quiet when she saw me bent over the washing tub with Milton slowly pushing himself up my butt."

I don't know if Alana was even listening. Her breathing was shallow now as her mother circled her butthole with her long, oily fingers. 

"Milton was grinning ear to ear as he buried himself in me. Louise told me she'd never seen him smile so wide in her life. Mama Claire once told me she almost felt happy for him. He started smacking me on the ass as he fucked me. He kept calling me 'naughty girl' 'bad girl' and mama Claire kept telling me I wasn't. Milton grabbed a hold of my hair and she told him let go, and he did. It was like he actually didn't want to hurt me, even though he was stretching my butthole so far I thought I'd actually split. Grandmammy was crying and wailing, calling out from the scriptures like she was in church, not even reading...just from memory, looking up to heaven, not wanting to see. And the truth was that after a little while, it started not to hurt so much. Milton was a big strong man, taking me roughly in front of my family, and I came pretty close to actually enjoying it. But then he came. I felt him building up and then suddenly he yells out, louder than Grandmammy and he lets me go. That was the worst bit, because I fell forward and dragged his dick out of me too fast. Then I hit my head on the stovetop. So I was sore all over. Milton just walked away with his dick swinging around. I remember the big long string of cum between us stretching out as he backed away. Funny the things that stick in your mind."

I spoke up. It's like Jane had forgotten I was even there.

"Ma'am. With respect, I'm no Milton."

She looked over at me, still massaging the oil into her daughter's rear cleavage.

"I know you're not. But you're still a danger."

I shrugged.

"And where's Milton now. Don't you worry about him creeping around Alana?"

She smiled as she changed technique. With Alana's butt-cheeks spread apart, she began to gently push a finger into her daughter's red rosebud. Alana gasped.

"It's okay sweetie. Not long now."

Jane turned back to me.

"You know Mary Seevers? I think she has a son on the football team."

I nodded.

"Well, once Milton got started with us he was up Louise and me all he could be. Once a week anyway, anytime we had to go over to Grandmammy's house. He got to thinking that he could do what he wanted, I guess. One night, about three months later, Grandmammy called to say Milton hadn't come back for the evening. That wasn't normal. Anyway, about two hours later Deputy Robertson came over and asked mama Claire to come with him. They went over to the Seevers house and that's where they found Milton. He'd taken a fancy to young Mary and climbed in her bedroom window. She was still asleep when Old Man Seevers came in the room and blew his head clear off his shoulders with both barrels. Grandmammy died of shame, fifteen days later."

Now, if ever there was a punchline to make you lose your erection, that was it. But I was still hard as steel. Jane circled her finger around inside Alana's butthole, preparing her for me with loving kindness.

"Jack, come on over. It's time."

I didn't need to be told twice.



Mama Pt. 04



So there I was, in my girlfriend's mother's bedroom. Alana was bent over the end of the big bed, her knees on a large pillow on the floor, her upper body flat against the white sheets, her arms stretched out, holding the edges of the bed, and her ass proudly on display. Her beautiful mother Jane, determined that Alana wouldn't fall pregnant young as she had done, wanted to be there to 'supervise' our coupling, and that was fine by me. Jane had beckoned me over to where Alana lay, with her mother's oil-coated middle finger probing deep into her butthole.

I walked over to the bed wearing just my t-shirt. My penis swung slightly from side-to-side, but mostly it just pointed straight ahead to where Jane sat straddling her daughters hips. She looked me straight in the eye, continuing to stir her long, oily finger around inside her daughter's anus. The crinkled skin clasped tight around the finger, and the couple of times Jane withdrew, the slightly-reddened hole quickly closed back over. Alana was barely making any noise now, completely lost in the pleasure. Her face pressed into the sheets of the bed, she had drooled a wet patch where her mouth lay open. I leant down next her.

"Alana, honey. You okay?"

She opened her eyes and looked straight at me, almost dazed.

"Mama's gonna make me...gonna make me come. She's up in my ass...her fingers gonna make me come"

I smiled and stroked the damp hair from her face. "I'm gonna make you come."

Alana closed her eyes and nodded. 

Jane continued to circle round Alana's hole as she reached forward and took a hold of me by the balls. She drew me closer.

"I got some of that oil for you too. I'm gonna make this as sweet as can be for my baby girl."

I just nodded as Jane scooped a lump of the white cream from the jar and held it in her hand. It melted right in front of me, and she slipped her fingers back under my balls and began to massage the sweet-smelling oil into my skin. The heat of her palm against my sack felt incredible as she slicked them up. She drew her hand up along my shaft, dragging my balls against it until they slipped through her fingers and swung back into place. Never once taking her eyes off mine, she wrapped her fingers around the base of my dick and began to slowly stroke back and forth. I kissed her hard and furious as she gripped me. Alana lay face down on the bed, oblivious in her bliss as her mother and I locked together. Her hand travelled up to the slimy, angry head of my penis and she gripped me harder than ever. I was raging, solid and thicker than ever and I needed to deal with it.

Jane broke our kiss and stood up. She let go off my penis and instead took hold of her daughter's buttocks and began to part them for me. Alana's anus glistened red and stood proud from the valley of her cheeks. It pulsed as I moved up behind her and rested the slimy head of my penis against its raised ring.

Jane turned to Alana.

"Now baby, I've done my best to get you ready for this, but he's a very large young man. You know I would never lie to you sweetie, so when I tell you it's gonna hurt, you know I'm telling the truth. Are you ready?"

Alana's voice was weak, as she lay face down on the bed, in an almost drunken stupor.

"Mama, I'm ready."

Jane gave me the nod, and I moved forward. The fat, broad head of my penis pushed down against Alana's sphincter, and it dented, but it wouldn't open for me. I tried again.

Jane leant down to Alana again.

"Honey, I need you to push out for me. Make believe you're pooping, and push it out."

Alana took a deep breath, and I felt her ring flex against me. Her anus pouted and ever-so-slightly opened for me, and I went for it. Using my fingers to angle my dick down the way, I watched as my head popped into Alana's back passage. I just held it there for a second, enjoying the incredible tightness below my head. I was in heaven, but Alana sure wasn't.

"Ah ah ha! Take it out! You're hurting me!"

Jane laid down alongside her daughter and cuddled into her.

"Sweetie, just let him stay there, just for a minute. I know it hurts like hell, I know, but it gets better. Your little tush will get used to it. Your body's an amazing creation. The good Lord made you so you could do such things."

Jane looked up at me as I hunched behind Alana, my fat penis lodged in her butt, feeling the guilt of hurting her daughter. 

"Now sweetie, I'm going to put some more oil on you both, and then Jack's gonna put it in a little further."

Alana didn't say anything, just kind of whimpered as Jane took another lump of the oil and began to work it into the scene of the crime, wiping a big old lump of it around Alana's massively stretched ring and the start of my shaft. She drew back her and placed her other hand on my buttocks, gently pushing me on, deeper into Alana's rectum.

I watched as my slick shaft pushed Alana's anus in on itself. The crinkles disappeared as I forced another inch, then another slowly into her rear passage. Alana gripped the sheets on the bed, her knuckles whitening as leaned forward. I stopped for a second, to catch my breath, then pressed on. This time I didn't stop until the hairs at the base of my penis met the smooth whiteness of Alana's butt cheeks. She had the best part of eight inches of penis inside her now, and she squirmed with the discomfort. But the pain, it seemed, had gone.

"How are you feeling sweetie?" Jane asked her daughter, as her oily fingers slipped between my own buttocks.

"I'm..so...full up!"

Jane smiled. "That's right precious. You're full up of dick. Isn't that the greatest feeling?"

I began to slowly draw back, watching Alana's anus stretch out around me. I began to thrust back and forth, slowly, as I felt Jane's long, oily finger press up against my own asshole. All the time she was talking.

"Even when it was Uncle Milton, forcing himself on me, I loved that feeling of being so full up. Feeling all my insides stretching, moving around to let another human put himself in me. I loved how uncomfortable it felt."

Jane's middle finger pushed past my own anal ring and I gasped, breaking the rhythm of my thrusting. I don't know if Alana noticed, but I had to rest, just for a moment as I felt the penetration. Jane looked me straight in the eye, with just the slightest smile on her face as she began to move in and out of me. Getting used to it after a moment, I took up her movements and passed them on to Alana. My eyelids grew heavy as she fingered me. I'd tried most things in my time, but I've never taken anything up my butt before. I knew now how much I'd been missing out on.

With the assault on my asshole and the incredible tightness of Alana around my shaft I knew I was going to come very shortly. I tried to delay things by giving shorter strokes. I leaned forward and laid flat across her back giving me hardly any distance to thrust, but still, my balls were beginning to fizz. I felt a low moan building up deep in my body, somewhere near where Jane's finger was no doubt, as she started whispering to me when she felt it.

"That's it Jack...give my baby your cream. Let it out into her. Claim her."

My head drooped over Alana's shoulder and she turned to kiss me. We locked lips tightly, broken by a gasp from Alana as she felt her own orgasm build.

"That's right my baby. You come for mama. You show me how much you love me. Show me how much you love yourself."

Alana grasped hold of my wrist with her right hand and took her mother's with her left. Her grip increased as her breathing got shorter and quicker. Alana's hips began to thrust up to meet me, her whole body shaking as her orgasm built. She drove her face into the sheets of the bed and began to howl as the pleasure took her body. She nearly crushed my hand as she came.

That was more than I could stand. I leant even further forward until my groin flattened Alana's buttocks. I was far into her as was humanly possible. With a roar, I came, spitting my seed up into my girlfriend's guts. Jane shrieked with joy as she felt my asshole clamp tight around her finger.

After a few moments, all was quiet. I rolled Alana to one side, still buried in her. I hugged her close from behind and kissed her neck. Jane took her finger out of me and laid down next to Alana, tucking her daughter's head into her shoulder. She spoke softly to her.

"I am so proud of you sweetie. Mama's so proud of you. I know how much that must have hurt you, but you never gave up."

Alana spoke, her voice weak.

"Mama, it felt good. Bad, but good at the same time."

Jane smiled as she stroked her daughter's damp hair.

"Bad, but good at the same time. That's exactly right."

She looked over at me.

"And Jack, you treated her right. I'm pleased that it was you that took her."

I smiled. "The pleasure was all mine."

Alana turned to me with a little grin. "Not all of it."

I backed off a little to pull my shrinking penis out of Alana's reddened asshole, and watched her face as she felt it slither out of her. She gave a little gasp of relief.

I kissed Alana, long and deep, and drew the sheets of the bed across us both.

Jane looked on with almost a hint of sadness in her eyes. She sat up.

"Well, I guess I can leave you two to it now. If I can trust you to stick to the Milton method?"

Alana turned to her and smiled.

"Mama, you don't have to go. Stay a while."

I nodded. "Plenty of room for three."

Jane smiled and laid back down, putting an arm across Alana as she drew the sheet across herself.

Alana leaned forward and kissed her mother full on the lips. Jane seemed shocked...funny after what had just happened, I guess. They looked deep into each other's eyes.

"I reckon me and Jack owe you something for teaching us the Milton method. Ain't that right Jack?"

I smiled at Jane.

"I'd say we owe her big time. I wonder how we can repay the favour?"

Jane smiled as she reached past me for the old jar of Noix De Coco.



Mama Pt. 05



Still lying behind my girlfriend I pulled my sweat-drenched T-shirt up over my head and dropped it by the side of the bed. There was a kind of calm in the air after all that activity. Outside, just the sound of crickets and the train whistle from the yards at the other end of Lafayette. 

My beautiful Alana had just lost her anal virginity to me, and we spooned close. My oily penis, limp and resting, lay along the line of her slick buttocks, my right arm wrapped around her and my hand cupping her small left breast. Her gorgeous mother Jane lay facing her, kissing her daughter full on the lips. Jane had gone from defensive tiger-mother to willing accomplice in just an hour or so, preparing her daughter's anus for me as her own mother had taught her to do. In Jane's case it was stop her getting pregnant by her crazy uncle Milton. In Alana's case, I guess you'd call it mixed motives...being protective of her child, but wanting to feel the rush of down and dirty sex. There's no substitute.

Jane had taken the jar of Noix De Coco, her lube of choice, over to her side of the bed and had a couple of her long, elegant fingers in there, scooping out a small lump of the stuff to help her get off. I reached down and took Jane's left leg below the knee and pulled it up towards me. It rested on Alana's hips as my fingers met Jane's and I took her melting lump of oil in my hand.

Jane shuffled up closer as I reached down behind her and slipped my fingers in between her parted buttocks. I found her pouting anus, red hot to the touch, and started to gently stroke the oil into her ring. Jane gasped, breaking the kiss for a moment.

"Dammit Jack. That feels so good."

Alana smiled as she watched her mother go into a trance.

"Oh Mama, is Jack touching your butthole now?"

Jane just nodded as I stroked my fingertip in circles, riding the ridges of her crinkled anus. I could feel her heartbeat in the pulsing of her ring.

Alana stroked her mother's long brown hair as she spoke.

"Mama, I never knew how good it felt until you showed us. Now we want to do something for you. Ain't that right Jack?"

I nodded. "That's right. We're going to show Mama how much we appreciate her helping us."

Jane just smiled. Her eyes were closed, lost in the feeling.

I whispered in Alana's ear, but just loud enough for Jane to hear.

"Just before you arrived, I was talking with Mama about how we'd been seeing each other a little. I told her about our little trip down to Montgomery Lake."

Jane's eyes opened. I thought she looked a little angry at me, just for a moment. I guess that conversation was meant to be a secret. But somehow I thought we'd gone a little beyond that.

Alana sounded a little shocked. "You didn't tell her all that? Tell me you didn't."

"I did, and I'm glad I did. I guess I was sick of her treating you like a little child, and I wanted her to hear about how much of a woman you really are."

A silence. I spoke again.

"We wouldn't be here otherwise."

Another silence. Alana spoke this time.

"So I suppose you told her all about how we were kissing and touching and getting all heavy?"

"I did. And I told her how I felt your wetness through those little shorts, and how I took them off, and those little pink panties of yours."

Jane was gyrating her asshole on my fingertips now, as I started to concentrate my efforts, pressing very slightly up against her slippery hole with my middle finger.

"Can you recall what I did after that Jane? I know you were enjoying the story."

"You...you started eating her pussy. Her beautiful little pussy. You sucked on it, and licked it and loved it."

I nodded again. "Just like you want to do right now Jane. You brought yourself off when I was telling you that story, now you want to taste your child's pussy yourself. I know it. And you know it too."

Alana gasped. "Oh Mama, is that true? Do you really want to taste me?"

Jane nodded. "More than anything. Is that all right? I know it's wrong, but I can't...me and Louise, we used to..."

Alana turned to me, just for a second.

"You and Auntie Louise used to...used to taste each other?"

"When Milton was killed, we missed him. I know it sounds strange...I know he was a monster and the things he did to us were so wrong. But we had gotten used to 'wrong'. We needed it. And what's wrong about something that two people need that don't harm anybody else none?"

I spoke over Alana's shock.

"I don't see nothing wrong with that at all. You were sisters, I suppose it would be some comfort to you both after what happened."

Jane nodded. She reached behind herself and gently stroked up my hand, a sign that her asshole was ready for my finger, I guess. With that. I gently extended my middle digit and pushed it slowly past her rock-hard anus. It gripped me incredibly tight just above the first knuckle. Jane closed her eyes tight.

Jane spoke in little gasps. "Sometimes, on those real hot days...we'd take a cool swim in the Ogletree Creek...then we'd run all the way home...never bothering to dry ourselves...and we'd go into the barn...and I would lay down on the straw...and pull my dress up...and Louise would swing herself across my face...and she'd lean down 'til her lips met my pussy...and we'd kiss each other down there...sometimes we'd roll over so I was on top of her...and we'd take as long as we could over it."

"A good old-fashioned 69." I added.

Jane smiled, her eyes closed. "We didn't know the name for it, never called it nothing but a cuddle. There wasn't nothing lesbian about it neither. It was just sister's love, plain and simple. Me and Louise knew we could trust each other."

Jane opened her eyes. "Just like I'm trusting you two. You can't ever tell anyone, least of all Louise."

We both agreed, and Jane relaxed again. I was starting to push my finger a little deeper into her butt too, and that might have helped.

"Some days we would just lay there for hours together...we got to be so good at it...almost like...well, it's going to sound strange me saying this...but like playing piano, when you don't need the notes anymore...we knew...each other so well."

Alana smiled. "Mama, do you think we could get to know each other's bodies like that?"

Jane nodded. "I believe we could, my sweet child."

With that Alana broke our spooning, and we all unwrapped. My finger popped from Jane's ass and I rolled to the edge of the bed. I watched as Jane got up onto all fours and Alana turned herself around. My girlfriend slid herself underneath her mother and shimmied down the bed until she was looking straight up at Jane's dripping pussy. Jane had her daughter's beautiful little cunt right where she wanted it, and with a little smile, she bent her head down and began to kiss Alana's furry mound.

Alana gasped and reached up to wrap her arms around her mother's butt. As she did so, Jane spread her thighs and lowered herself onto her daughter's waiting lips. 

I looked down and realised that I was hard again, maybe harder than I'd ever been. Watching these two sexy, slim, tall brunette beauties pleasuring each other was easily the most erotic sight I'd ever beheld, but I kept thinking of Jane's words. I could see that this was an act of pure love, mutual giving. And that made it all the more beautiful. Both women gave out little moans, small whimpers, tiny gasps as their tongues explored each other. I smiled as I thought about Alana returning to the place she'd come from, nineteen years later. I took some of the creamy coconut oil from the jar and began to wipe it up and down my rigid shaft, because I wanted to be part of this love too.

I got onto my knees and shuffled around until I was kneeling behind Jane. I looked down at my beautiful Alana, her dark eyes twinkling as her tongue explored her mother's vaginal folds. Alana's long brown hair fanned across the sheets as she looked up at me and nodded. She released her hug around her mother's ass, bringing her hands to Jane's buttocks, and with a gentle pull, she parted those cheeks for me, revealing Jane's glistening, dark-red anus. All my fingering had loosened the tight hole a little, but my increased thickness meant that I would still have a battle on my hands to enter her passage. 

As I shuffled up closer to Jane I felt something flick across my swinging balls. Alana had broken the kiss with her mother to tongue my scrotum, and I felt the wave of pleasure sweep up my back. Alana lifted her head slightly and used her skilled tongue to scoop both of my fizzing balls into her beautiful mouth, sweeping her tongue around them as my oily penis began to press against her mother's pucker. There was a little pain, that dull ache deep in the groin as she sucked on me, but the pleasure more than compensated. 

Alana opened her mouth wide and released my balls with a pop. I gasped as I felt her head move back down, returning to feast on her mother's pussy. At the same time, Alana extended her fingertips closer to Jane's anus, and as best she could against the slippery valley, she pulled the cheeks even further apart. Jane gasped some more, as her little hole winked open, still pulsing.

"Now." said Jane, and I didn't need asking twice. I moved up her back a little, and with both hands planted firmly on the bed by Alana's sides, I forced my massive erection into Jane. She gyrated her hips once again, helping me work my way into her guts as her own dear uncle Milton had done so many times before. Jane's moan, a deep, bestial groan that I could feel through her whole body, was pleasure and pain combined. I could feel the need in her as my angry penis moved down, down into her rectum. I worried about smothering Alana as my weight pressed down on Jane's backside. But Jane drew her knees up, pushing up against me and allowing her daughter to breath.

I looked over Jane's shoulder, down at Alana's smooth, flat belly and her tidy little bush. Jane shook her head from side to side, flicking her long tongue across her daughter's clit, groaning and forcing gasps of breath out. Alana drew her legs up, crossing her ankles behind my neck as we three became truly locked together. I brought my right hand round to Alana's butt and began to stroke her asshole, slippery and wet from her mother's saliva and her own juices. 

The three of us were working together like a machine, all pleasuring each other in ways we couldn't have imagined just a few short hours earlier. On that hot, sultry night, we cared about nothing but the intense joy of sexual release. Mother and daughter lapping away at each other's clits while my thick penis slid slowly in and out of Jane's anus. And my fingers, stroking my girlfriends butthole. We felt every movement of each other's bodies, and responded accordingly. As my orgasm built, Alana once again brought her lips to my scrotum and began to suck on my balls, perhaps hoping to delay my ejaculation. But nothing could be done to stop Jane's stranglehold on my penis from bringing me off, and with a final, deep forceful thrust I began to pump my seed up into her belly. At the same time, I felt the tremors from Jane's body as her orgasm took her, and she licked and kissed her child ever more intensely. Alana soon followed us into bliss as she shook and gasped and released the pent up tension in her skinny young body.

We rolled as a threesome to one side. My penis slipped from Jane's asshole as we came to rest. Alana looked up the ceiling, covered in a thin layer of perspiration, deep-breathing. Jane and I looked on her lovely face for a moment, before Jane turned to me. 

"Thank you Jack. That was so beautiful."

Alana just smiled. 

Jane turned around on the bed and tucked her head down into my groin. As Alana and I watched, her mother took my slick penis into her mouth and closed her eyes, tasting the coconut oil, my sperm and of course, her own ass. Alana and I shifted closer and we kissed, long and deep. The flavour of Jane's pussy on her lips and the soft sucking on my prick felt so right. It all felt so right.

We never wanted that night to end.