34 comments/ 196839 views/ 10 favorites My Sexual Family By: KajunKitty This is my first attempt to write a story of any kind. I've always wanted to write, so recently I forced myself to make time to do it. Please, if you read the story, give me your honest opinion about it. I welcome constructive criticism as it can only serve to make me a better writer, and hopefully continue the story. Thanks. * * * * * Hi. My name is Denise. I'm twenty-two and live at home with my mother and two younger brothers, eighteen and nineteen. I want to tell you about incidents which happened this past summer, incidents that would change all our lives forever, incidents that caused us to crossover into that taboo world from which we could never return. We were always a close family, but since my father's untimely death five years ago, we have become a very loving family indeed. It all started last July, just after the 4th. I was working as a legal secretary in the law firm of Richards & Kuntz, which the employees jokingly referred to as "Dicks & Cunts," behind the partners' backs of course. At lunchtime we all sent out for burgers and fries as we usually did on Friday. Bobby, a high school senior who interned at the firm during the summer, would take our orders and make the lunch run, then everyone would eat in the large break room. That day as I prepared to eat, I unwrapped my burger and retrieved the catsup we always kept in the refrigerator. It was a brand new bottle of the thick stuff you have to shake, beat and bang to get flowing. After several shakings and beatings, I hit the bottom of the bottle and a big glob of catsup landed in my lap. I quickly jumped to my feet and while everyone else laughed, my face turned the same color as the catsup. Standing there in white slacks with catsup all over the crotch, I looked like I was ...well, let's not go there. Naturally I couldn't work in this predicament so I asked Mr. Richards if I could go home and change. Since we weren't very busy Mr. Richards told me to take the rest of the day off, so I left the office for home. My mother was also working that day. She is the display coordinator for a local department store. My two younger brothers were probably out doing whatever boys do in the summer, playing baseball, chasing girls. Who knows? I arrived home anticipating a few quiet hours alone, during which I would soak in a hot bath and submit to the mountains of relaxing bubbles. Entering the house, I headed straight for my room. I needed to get out of those clothes and wash them before the stain set. I quickly removed my slacks and blouse only to discover the stain had soaked through to my panties, so I slipped out of my panties, unhooked my bra, donned my nightgown, and headed for the washing machine with clothes in hand. Walking down the hall I thought I heard a noise coming from the boys' room at the other end. As I tiptoed toward the door, muffled moans and groans became louder. The door was about halfway open so I peeked in. I couldn't believe what my two younger brothers, both naked, were doing. Donnie, the older of the two, was lying across his bed on his back, while Ronnie, the younger, was on his knees beside the bed with Donnie's dick in his mouth. My first reaction was to be really pissed at Donnie for making his younger brother do such a thing, but my anger quickly turned to intrigue as I observed that Ronnie didn't seem to mind. In fact he seemed to really be enjoying it. He was good at it too. He would hold his brother's dick at the base and lick it like an ice cream cone. Then he would wrap his lips around the head and slowly slide his mouth down the shaft. By the way his cheeks were working, I could tell he was sucking pretty hard. After the initial shock wore off I watched more intently and more objectively. I couldn't help but marvel at the size of Donnie's cock. It was perhaps ten inches long with a large, purple, circumcised head, and it was nearly as big around as my wrist. I was surprised Ronnie could get it in his mouth, yet he seemed to work the top four or five inches easily. Suddenly I heard Donnie moan loudly and clench the bed covers in his hands. I was sure he was about to cum. Ronnie backed off until only the head remained in his mouth. Donnie's body jerked a couple of times and I could see Ronnie's throat swallowing furiously, trying to keep pace with his brother's rapid fire release. Ronnie took it all, never losing a drop. Like I said, he was good. After Ronnie had drained Donnie's balls, he let the slowly softening member pop out of his mouth. Both boys stood up and for the first time I got a full view of the younger cock. It was magnificent as well, maybe an inch shorter than his brother's, but just as big around. The two just stood there silent, a couple of feet apart, facing each other for a few seconds. This lull in the action made me realize that my left hand had unconsciously worked its way inside my nightie and was slowly rubbing my overlubricated pussy, while my right hand was pinching my hardened nipple through the cool nylon. My attention returned to the boys and for the first time I noticed what truly marvelous specimens of manhood they were. Donnie was six feet tall, his brother a half-inch shorter. Both had blue eyes and blond hair with similar muscular builds suggesting correctly that they were both athletes. Donnie was a defensive back on the football team, but had plans to attend Vanderbilt University on an academic scholarship. Ronnie played baseball. An all-state shortstop, he had offers from several colleges and more than a few pro teams were scouting him. Both boys were popular with the girls, adding to my bewilderment over what I was witnessing. As they stood there, I wondered if the show was over or if Donnie would return the favor for his younger brother. Obligingly Donnie spit into his right hand and wrapped it around Ronnie's hard cock. He stroked it a few times and I could see Donnie's saliva glistening on the younger engorged member. Suddenly Donnie released the dick in his hand and with his feet on the floor, turned around to bend over the edge of the bed, his ass pointed toward Ronnie. I had heard of anal sex before, but had never done it. Once I tried sticking my vibrator in my ass, but the pain was such I didn't even get the head inside before I decided it wasn't for me. Conversely I had given several guys blow jobs before, but I had never had as big a dick as either one of these in my mouth. I actually like the taste of cum, sort of sweet and salty and bitter all at once. What I really like, though, is the feeling of the hot cum shooting in my mouth and trying to see if I can swallow it as fast as it shoots. Right now I wanted to see if an ass could really take such a huge cock. Ronnie grasped his dick and stepped forward to greet the prize offered him. He teased his moistened dick up and down between the cheeks of Donnie's ass. Donnie responded by reaching his hands around to grab his cheeks and spread them wide. I could clearly see Donnie's slightly open brown hole as it eagerly invited the welcome guest inside. Ronnie gently lay the swollen purple head between the puckered ass lips and slowly pushed forward. The hole, though anxious, instinctively resisted the oversized intruder until the hole finally snapped around the penetrating cock. The head was in. Donnie's body flinched with a protesting grunt as the head broke through the initial boundary. Ronnie froze, allowing his brother's ass to become accustomed to the onslaught. After a few seconds, Donnie relayed his acceptance by pushing his ass back to invite more of the familiar invader to enter him. Ronnie accepted the invitation by advancing and retreating, a little at first, then with ever increasing strokes until his entire manhood was buried inside his older brother's willing ass. Donnie said, "Fuck me, Ronnie," almost under his breath. Ronnie, as if on cue, began sliding the length of his monster cock in and out of his brother. A few minutes later as Ronnie's rhythm became faster and faster, it was apparent that he was about to reach his peak. Donnie said excitedly but not too loudly, "Cum in my ass. Shoot your hot cum up my ass." Ronnie made one last thrust and threw his head back as he held tightly to Donnie's pushing hips. "Here it comes, Brother," Ronnie warned, "Take all my cum." "Yes," Cooed Donnie. "I feel it. I can feel the cum shooting inside me. Give me all the cum you've got." I couldn't tell who was enjoying this more, Donnie or Ronnie. It was hard enough to believe Donnie could even take such a big cock up his ass, much less enjoy it as he obviously did. I could have watched this spectacle for hours playing with myself, but the show was over and I wanted to make a hasty retreat before they saw me. I tiptoed to the laundry room and making as much noise as possible, put the soiled clothes in the washing machine. As they heard my activity, I could hear them scrambling to get dressed. * * * Watching TV that night, I couldn't pay attention to the program. Instead I was thinking about the erotic images of my two brothers that were now burned indelibly into my brain. After everyone retired to bed, I walked to my mother's bedroom door and softly knocked. "Mom, You awake?" I asked. "Yes, Honey," She answered, "Come on in." I entered, leaving the door slightly ajar, and walked over to her bed. "Mom, Can I ask you something? "Sure, Baby. What is it?" "It's kind of personal," I hesitated, "And if you don't think it's appropriate for me to ask you about it, I won't be upset if you tell me that it's none of my business." "Denise," Mom reassured, "We've always been able to talk. You can ask me anything. What's bothering you?" "Did you and Dad ever have anal sex?" Her face turned red and I was sure I had just crossed the line into subjects mothers don't discuss with daughters. After a moment of silence she asked, "What brought this on?" "Nothing in particular," I assured her, "I was just wondering." "Did someone ask you to have anal sex?" "No. Really, I was just wondering," I repeated. "You've been spying on your brothers, haven't you?" She asked accusingly. "Mom, You know about that?" I was shocked. "Of course," She said matter-of-factly, "When did you see them?" "This afternoon, I had to leave work early" "They've been doing that for months, maybe longer. I first saw them about three months ago," She smiled. "It's harmless enough, and they both seem to enjoy it. I know I enjoy watching them." "You do?" Again, I was shocked. "I thought something was wrong with me. I got so turned on watching them, I didn't even realize I was playing with myself. Hell, Mom, since then I've even had fantasies about joining them. Is that sick or what?" "I can't answer that, Honey, but I know every time I watch them I just want to strip naked, run in the room, lie down on the floor, and let both of them do whatever they want to me." "Are you serious, Mom? You mean you would let your own sons fuck you?" "I wouldn't have thought so," She explained, "But every time I see those beautiful cocks, I want them both inside me. I'm just not sure I could ever get up the nerve to actually go through with it. Anyway, to answer your original question, yes, your father and I often enjoyed anal sex." "Didn't it hurt?" "A little at first, but your father was very gentle and after a few times I loved it so much I always looked forward to the next time he wanted to take me up the butt. He wasn't quite as large as your brothers, but almost, and whenever I see Donnie and Ronnie, I realize how much I really do miss a nice dick cumming in all my holes." "Wow, Mom. I'm learning things about you I never knew." "I know, Sweetie. These are things I never would have told you, but since you asked and I know how you are feeling after seeing your brothers together, I just wanted you to know that I have similar feelings." "Thanks for the talk, Mom," I concluded, "I really do feel better now. Goodnight." I leaned over and kissed her on the forehead. As I did, I couldn't help but notice that our little talk had caused her nipples to become hard. Even through her gown and the sheet, they sat up like thimbles atop her large breasts. I returned to my room glad to have had the talk with my mother, but visibly shaken at the desires I now knew she harbored, and the frankness with which she shared those desires with me. The mental images of me on my knees with a sibling dick in my mouth were quickly replaced by images of my mother lying on her back, letting her two sons take turns fucking her. I slept very little that night. Most of the night was spent making love to my favorite dildo. At least I didn't have to get up early. Tomorrow was Saturday. * * * Saturday morning I slept till ten. The breakfast dishes had long since been put away, the boys were already gone, and Mom was bouncing around the house doing her obligatory weekend domestic chores. "Morning, Sleepyhead," She bubbled as I entered the kitchen still rubbing my eyes, "Want some breakfast?" "No thanks. Maybe just some juice and coffee," I replied almost mumbling. "Just made a fresh pot. Help yourself," She offered as she filled a small glass from the pitcher of orange juice in the fridge. Neither of us mentioned our late-night conversation and I was glad not to go there this morning. The cold OJ felt good going down. As the coffee slowly swept the cobwebs from the corners of my mind, I found myself looking at my mother in a whole new light. I had always known she was attractive. She still turned many a man's head, even at 46. She was statuesque and buxom with a 'never met a stranger' personality. She had a beautiful face sporting big green eyes, a perpetual smile, and framed by shoulder length, light red hair, which she always jokingly cursed as, "This damned orange hair." Her five foot seven inch frame carried 140 pounds well, and though she kept in shape, a little middle age spread had inevitably found her hips. Her legs were still long and shapely, and her mammoth 40 DD breasts had begun to sag just a little. I watched her closely as she flitted around the house, dust cloth in hand, humming some indiscernible tune like a barefoot Mary Poppins in blue shorts and a yellow halter top. I was thinking to myself, "Nobody should be this happy so early in the morning. She must be on drugs." The caffeine having achieved its desired effect, I felt like I was once again among the living. Mom asked, "What you doing today?" "I'm going to help Jennifer look for a new apartment," I answered, "Her lease is up and they raised her rent 50 dollars a month, so she's going to move." "Will you be home for dinner?" Mom asked, still dusting everything in sight. "Probably not," I explained, "We don't know how long it will take. We'll probably grab some dinner and maybe have a few drinks. I'll just stay over at her place tonight." "Just be careful," she advised, "You know how the cops are on holiday weekends. They'll pull anybody over if they think the driver's been drinking. I'm sure they'd love to stop a couple of girls like you - maybe make a deal to let you off." "Ooh! That sounds interesting. After all, it's been a while," I teased, "But with my luck it would be a woman cop." "Women can make deals too, Sweetie," She warned, "Just be careful. OK?" "Sure, Mom," I agreed, "Don't worry. We'll be fine." I took a quick shower, put on some jeans, a tee shirt and sandals, and stuffed a change of clothes in my overnight bag. The vacuum cleaner was standing at attention like a sentry in the middle of the living room, giving testimony to Mom's incessant cleaning. She was now standing on a chair with a bottle of Windex, vigorously making circular motions on the glass with a paper towel. "You gonna paint the house too?" I joked. "Maybe tomorrow," She answered sarcastically, "You can help." "Bye, Mom. See you tomorrow. Love you." * * * The day with Jennifer was productive. She signed a lease for the first apartment we saw. It was just as nice as her current apartment, and was thirty dollars less than she was now paying. We stopped for lunch about 12:30. During lunch Jennifer's boyfriend called on her cell phone. He was on his way back from Dallas a day early and would be in Shreveport around six. Knowing she would want to be with him, and that my presence would certainly qualify as one of those, 'Three's a crowd,' situations, I told Jennifer I really had some things I needed to do at home. Since we had already found her an apartment, I would just go on home after lunch. She thanked me, fully aware that my decision was for her benefit. I arrived home around three o'clock. Mom's red Chevy Blazer was still parked in the driveway. Surely she wasn't still cleaning. The house had to be as antiseptic as a hospital room by now. I eased into the house quietly in case she was napping after a full day of housework. Two bags of groceries on the kitchen table told me she had been to the market. I could hear her still humming from the bedrooms. Where did she find the energy to still be cleaning and humming? I was about to call after her when I heard her say, "Ooh yes! Like that." I could sense the pleasure in her voice. Was she masturbating after a hard day's work? I hoped she left her door open. I seemed to be turning into quite the voyeur. As I stepped into the hallway, I was discouraged to see my mother's bedroom door closed. I tried to think of some excuse to open her door when I heard her again. "God, that feels good," she whimpered. Her voice was not coming from her room. It was coming from the boys' room. Was she in there alone or had she finally mustered the nerve? The door was wide open. Moving stealthily down the hall on my hands and knees, I carefully eased my head around the door facing. She did get the nerve. She was sitting in the overstuffed chair against the wall facing me. The two boys were on their knees, one on either side of her, both naked and each with a raging hard-on. Mom had her halter top pulled up around her throat, and each son had one of Mom's nipples in his mouth sucking away as eagerly as piglets on a sow. Mom was stroking the blond locks of each boy's hair with her hands, her eyes closed while softly moaning with pleasure. She then moved her hands to the arm of each son and firmly lifted. The boys obeyed her silent command to stand and she sat with two huge cocks inches from her face. She raised her arms straight up in the air and as if by instinct the two boys knew to pull her halter top over her head. Donnie tossed it on the floor. For the first time I had a perfect view of my mother's magnificent tits hanging freely from her chest. They were hefty and pendulous, each the size of a large cantaloupe. Her areolas were rose pink and big around as a coffee cup, in the center, dark red, inch long nipples the diameter of my index finger, still swollen and wet from the spittle left behind by the recent sucking they enjoyed. My mother took one of the engorged cocks in each hand, slowly stroking as she looked up at the two young men towering over her. As drops of pre-cum appeared on the heads of the dicks in her hands, she lovingly cleaned each of them with a lapping motion of her tongue. She turned to her left and rubbed the head of Donnie's dick over her closed lips, then slowly opening, she let the hard shaft slip inside her warm mouth. She easily took six inches of his monster and expertly sucked it, bobbing her head back and forth, occasionally pulling it out of her mouth with a loud pop, then taking it deep again with a, "Mmmmmm." Very soon Donnie warned, "I'm gonna cum, Mom." Mom pulled the hopeful rod from her mouth momentarily. She looked up at Donnie and begged, "I want to taste your cum, Baby. Shoot all your cum in my mouth." My Sexual Family Ch. 02 I can’t thank everyone enough for your encouragement, your constructive criticism, and your suggestions. I have taken each critique to heart, and many of the suggestions for the story line have been incorporated in this chapter. Please continue to offer your help. The events of the two days last summer had been life altering to say the least. Friday I watched as my two brothers engaged in a sexual quid pro quo. Friday night my mother confessed to me her carnal desires to serve as the main course in satisfying my two brothers’ sexual hunger. Saturday I witnessed my mother submit to the taboo demons inside her, as she fucked both her own sons with acrobatic skill. Finally, Saturday night I stood predictably inside her door, staring at her nakedness, admiring her beauty, wondering if I would capitulate to my own lustful urges, while she sat there in her bed, a tantalizing spider drawing me helplessly into her incestuous web. A spirited concerto by Bach played just audibly on the stereo, a stark contrast to the soft pastel color scheme and faint lighting of my mother’s den. I backed up against the door, trying to keep as much distance as possible between us. The door latched with a click. My mind raced. I was shaking uncontrollably, sweating profusely. My knees were weak. My breasts were on fire. My pussy was sopping wet. My heart pounded so hard I could feel my pulse feeding my blood-starved brain through my temples. The ten feet between us was a river. On this side I felt safe, yet wanting. On the other side lie forbidden love. One step forward would seduce me into an inescapable world. The seconds seemed eternal as I weighed my options, take the step or run like hell. I looked at my mother once more. The angelic face framed by soft red curls, the bright green eyes that looked at me longingly, the reassuring smile telling me it was OK, all pleaded with me to take the step. Her enormous breasts hung unencumbered summoning me, the large, pink areolas inviting me, the taut red nipples enticing me. Beckoning from under the sheets, were long, shapely legs and the insatiable pussy which mere hours ago had been flooded with my brothers’ collective sperm while I secretly watched. I had to decide now, but I was still unsure. Suddenly I knew I had to run. I turned to reach for the doorknob. Knowing she would be disappointed, I gazed apologetically into my mother’s eyes. I turned the knob. She held her arms out to me. I ran to her. I fell into her arms, helpless, yet ablaze with passion. I wanted to touch her, to smell her, to taste her, to feel my body against hers, to love her every way one woman can love another. She slowly brought her mouth toward mine. I moved my quivering lips to meet her halfway. As our lips softly touched, my whole body tingled with electricity. I closed my eyes and the lids became a dark palette for bright blue and white stars. I pushed slightly. Our lips pressed together tighter. As I felt her savory tongue touch my lips, I parted them to welcome her. Her tongue slipped into my hungry mouth exploring the impassioned wetness within. I sent my tongue out to greet hers and they sensuously danced the dance of lovers like a choreographed ballet. I felt her tongue retreat into her mouth and I followed it in. She pursed her lips around my tongue and gently sucked. I began to wonder if I could cum just from kissing. She broke our kiss and moved away just far enough to focus on my face. I was sure my face was flushed because I could sense the heat. As I felt a tear roll conspicuously down my cheek, she maternally kissed the salty water away, saying, “I love you, Sweetheart.” I had a thousand words to say, to try and express my feelings, but all I could manage was, “I love you too, Mom.” I wrangled myself out of her arms and straddled her thighs, facing her with my feet tucked behind me, the sheet still separating our legs. My tits, still covered by the thin silk of my nightie, pressed against her bare breasts, my ample 36 C’s dwarfed by their 40 DD counterparts. I looked in the mirror above her dresser, and mentally catalogued the contrast between us. We both had the same oval face with high foreheads and deep set eyes, though mine were brown. Her nose turned up a bit, while mine was straight and, I always thought, too narrow. We both had thick lips, but our mouths were too big for our faces. When we smiled we looked like the Cheshire Cat grinning from ear to ear. We both had naturally curly hair, but my strawberry blonde would never match her light red for beauty. We both wore it below our shoulders to minimize the curl. Our frames were similar, though she was two inches taller than my 5’ 5” and 15 pounds heavier than my 125. The noticeable difference was our tits. Mine were not only smaller, my light brown areolas were quarter size and raised. Hers were 4 inches across with no topography at all, the color just changed from milky white to rose pink. My little brown nubs were certainly no rival for the inch long, red nipples her beautiful breasts proudly displayed. People say you can tell what your wife will look like as she gets older by looking at her mother. I can only hope. My mother aimed the remote at the stereo and with a click, the lively strings of Bach relinquished control of the mood to the sensuous piano of Chopin. My attention returned to the loveliness before me. I held my mother’s face between my hands and kissed her forehead, then her eyes, the bridge of her nose, her cheeks, her chin, her mouth once more, actually tasting more than kissing. I tilted her head back and, starting under her left ear, bathed the front of her neck with my tongue from one side to the other. I kissed her throat and traced my tongue down her breastbone, into the cleavage of those magnificent orbs. Skirting the border around to the top, my lips were just above the rapidly sloping pendulum, being pulled like magnetism toward the tempting nipple still more than six inches away. Brushing my lips along the silky flesh to the large pink areola, I drew an inward spiral with my tongue, inching ever closer toward the swollen red tip. As I sucked the nipple between my lips, my mother voiced her approval with a muffled, “Mmmmm.” I sucked the delicious nipple with inspiration, gently at first, afterward with more intensity. My mother’s vague moans became audible groans as I sucked her tit with abandon. Remembering how I had watched her gnaw herself earlier, I firmly bit the satiny flesh surrounding her nipple with my teeth. Her response was immediate. “Oooh, Yes, Denise, Bite my titties. Bite them hard, Baby.” I reached my hand to cover her other breast and pinched the nipple hard. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer, trying to stuff more tit into my already full mouth. I chewed her massive breast savagely. She loved it. Without warning I let the nipple go, found her other breast, and attached my mouth to it like a parasite, gnawing and chewing the sweet tit flesh unmercifully. She pulled my mouth off her tit and raised my face to hers. We kissed hard. She snaked her tongue into my mouth as far as it would go. I slipped mine past hers to the limit. Our faces were pressing together so hard, it was as if each of us were trying to push her soul into the other. Mom elevated my arms over my head, raising the blue silk gown up and off. She brought her soft, warm hands under my left breast and gently lifted. She carefully licked the top of the mushy boob. I pushed her hands away and seized my left tit in both hands, aiming my nipple toward her moist lips. I didn’t want the foreplay. I just needed to feel her sucking my tits. They were on fire and only my mother could extinguish them. For thirty minutes we alternated kissing and sucking, petting and playing, insuring that every tittie got all the attention it deserved. We both wanted to explore each other further, yet we wanted this to last forever. My mother placed her left hand behind my neck and gently rolled me over onto my back. She pulled the sheet back that covered her, rolling her body over and above mine. She slithered down to kiss my belly. I knew what was coming. In a few minutes she would have her exquisite mouth on the willing pussy that ached for her touch. Anticipation became unbearable. I spread my legs as far apart as I could, inviting her to take me. She raised herself until she was sitting on her knees between my open legs. Then with her magical hands, she began to touch my body with her fingertips. She started at my face, then to my neck, my breasts, my tummy, my hips, and my legs, all the way down to my toes. She was touching me so lightly I could barely feel it, like a million feathers caressing every inch of me. As her expert fingers moved slowly down my body, I could feel the goose bumps left in their wake. The feeling was unimaginable, simultaneously soothing and exhilarating, if that’s possible. Mom moved further down the bed, still sitting on her knees, and for a few seconds stared at my open pussy. She then looked up at me and smiled, flirtatiously licking her lips. Again with those nimble fingers, she feathered them up and down my inner thigh, coming within millimeters of my outer pussy lips but never touching them. My pussy was so wet it was overflowing. I could feel my own juices trickle out of my pussy and slowly flow downward between my butt crack like warm molasses. My mother kissed my right knee. Then with her tongue, she started licking my inner thigh toward my increasingly impatient pussy. When she reached my pussy, however, she skipped over it, pausing only long enough to leave a teasing whisper of hot breath, and continued to lick along my left inner thigh to my knee, only to reverse direction and repeat the tender torture. Suddenly she was there. Her mouth was inches from my waiting and wanting opening. With her soft tongue, she traced the circumference of my pussy lips four or five times, then, as gently as with her fingers earlier, she let the tip of her tongue delicately explore the rift. I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed my pussy toward her tongue, trying to push it inside me, but Mom, conscious of my effort, simply moved with me and continued to taunt me without mercy. Finally my mother let the sultry warmth of her tongue slip inside me. My body stiffened as I let out a loud moan. Mom licked the length of my slit, pushing ever deeper with each stroke. Soon she was at the doorway of the hole that paved the way to my inner depths. She let her tongue rest a moment at the entrance. I pushed my pussy against her face once more, but this time she let my lunge drive her tongue inside me. She stiffened her tongue and fucked me with it for a few minutes. She found my clit begging for attention, and flicked her tongue back and forth across it. It was all I could do to restrain my screams of pleasure to prevent waking my brothers down the hall. After working on my swollen clit for a few minutes, Mom lifted my legs straight up in the air, raising my buttocks off the bed and sliding her experienced tongue down my pulsating pussy to the rim of my puckered ass hole. She drew small circles around the rim of my ass, then slowly and deliberately pushed the hard point of her tongue past the tight sphincter. I wanted to open my ass wide for her, but sadly I lacked the necessary muscle control to do it. She pressed on. Deeper and deeper she pushed with her delightful tongue. It was heaven. I had never felt anything like this before. I felt a shudder pulse through my body like a mini-orgasm. My mother locked her tongue in place and began bobbing her head back and forth, driving her tongue in and out of my ass. She then placed her index finger at the entrance to my dilated ass and gently pushed, twisting her finger as she wormed the digit inside me. It was wonderful. I never flinched. I wanted to feel her in my ass. After Mom expertly worked her three inch long finger as deep as possible, she left it there and returned her attention to my clit. She let my legs fall back to the bed, taking my left hand in her right and placing it on my pussy. Instinctively I knew what she wanted. I spread my pussy lips apart with my fingers as far as I could, exposing the hooded nub to the cool air outside. Mom lifted a heavy breast, massaging the inner folds of my pussy with it. She lifted her tit to her mouth and carefully licked my pussy juices from the heavy pap, latching onto the dark red tip and sucking vigorously coaxing her already excited nipple even harder. Returning the fleshy breast to my pussy, she found my swollen clit with the elongated nipple. I gasped as the excited nubs met and enthusiastically engaged in mutually arousing dual. Letting the weighty breast fall, my mom slipped her left thumb inside my burning pussy and pressed my clit between her closed lips, grinding her lips together like a primping woman applying lipstick. The most intense orgasm of my young life was seconds away. My mother’s lips were tightly wrapped around my engorged clit, her finger buried in my willing ass, and her thumb comfortably nestled inside my steaming pussy. She began to alternately work her thumb and finger in and out of their respective holes. I could feel the inevitable release welling up inside me. Suddenly every muscle in my body contracted. I felt a hollow void in my belly. I couldn’t open my eyes. My head was pounding like a bass drum. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t. I couldn’t even breathe. I grabbed both my breasts in my hands and squeezed the tit flesh so tightly I thought the nipples would pop off like champagne corks. One final thrust of my pussy, trying to drive the thumb and finger deeper inside, and everything went black. “Denise, Denise, wake up, Denise,” My mother was saying as she gently stroked my hair. “You OK, Baby?” I slowly came back to Earth, trying to focus my eyes, and shaking my head to replenish the blood supply to my brain. “I’m alright, Mom,” I tried to reassure her, but with not much conviction. “I think I’m alright.” My body was totally limp, having lost consciousness, exhausted from my mother’s passionate attention. As my eyes finally focused on the pretty face above mine, I looked deep into her eyes, overwhelmed by the undying love staring back at me. She took my hand in hers, interlacing our fingers and bringing my hand to her mouth. She gave my hand a quick but comforting kiss. Her mouth was noticeably smeared with my sticky woman cum, so I brought her lips to mine and kissed her deeply, licking her mouth and reclaiming the precious fluids I had so generously given her. I really liked the taste of my own cum. It was more delicate than a man’s, sweeter and not as salty, but just as arousing. “I want to taste you, Mom,” I said, after I recuperated. “Are you sure?” She questioned. “Yes,” I answered honestly. “I just don’t want you to think you have to, Denise,” She explained, offering me a way out. “Mom, I really want to,” I implored. “I want to feel my lips on your pussy. I want you to feel my tongue inside you. I want you to cum in my mouth and I want to drink all your cum. Please, Mom” She rolled onto her back, spreading her legs apart, relinquishing her body to me. I moved down between her outstretched legs. Her beautiful shaved pussy lie inches from my face, the fat outer lips guarding the entrance to her oversized cavern. I started at the bottom and gently licked the entire length of her six-inch gash. I felt the soft, puffy lips part easily welcoming my tongue and luring it deeper. I continued to lick between the flaps of her satiny lining, spelunking further and further into the darkness of her damp cave. As I nuzzled my face deeper, my mother’s pussy opened wider until my nose, my mouth and my chin all nestled between the silky folds. Her bulging pussy lips caressed my cheeks like two, warm, puffy marshmallows. I quickly found the swollen penis-like protuberance of her clitoris. I placed my mouth around the miniature dick and sucked hard, drawing it in between my lips, then releasing it, letting it slip out again. As my mother began to squirm, I was sure she was feeling the same exquisite pleasure she had lavished upon me. A soft, throaty moan confirmed my suspicions. I continued to suck, savoring the bounty of delicious liqueur percolating from the depths of my mother’s pussy. She reached down, taking my left hand and placing it on her pussy. I plunged three fingers inside her as I had seen her do earlier when she gave the erotic performance for my brothers. I fucked her rapidly with my three fingers, then slipped my little finger in to join the other three without breaking rhythm. Mom’s pussy was deluged with her own lubricating juices and my four fingers slid in and out effortlessly. She reached down between her legs and took my hand. She folded my thumb down into the palm of my hand and pulled, guiding my hand inside her sopping pussy, past the knuckles. She let go of my hand and her hungry opening devoured my fist, swallowing it gluttonously into the abyss of her talented pussy, while I continued to work on the clit between my lips. She pushed on my forehead, backing my face away from her. Her clit popped clear of my sucking lips. She wanted me to fuck her, but she wasn’t ready to cum. I tried to fuck her with my open hand, but I wasn’t sure how. I didn’t know if I was doing it right or not. My mother sensed my uncertainty. She held my arm and pulled herself up into a half-sitting position, easing my hand out of her wet pussy. Taking my hand in hers, she folded my fingers over into a fist and aimed it back to her pussy. She then placed both her hands around my arm just below my elbow and pulled, guiding the closed fist until it was inside halfway to my elbow. She stopped the insertion and I relaxed, letting her show me what she wanted. She pushed on my arm, and my wrist began to exit its newfound home. She pushed until my clinched fist came all the way out, then she pulled again, driving my arm back inside her. She lay back down leaving me on my own once more. I replicated the action she had shown me, plunging my fist deep into her, then retreating until the fist popped out with a squishing sound. As I aggressively pumped my fist in and out of my mom’s pussy, I looked up at her to see if she was enjoying it. She was. She had both her breasts pulled up to her mouth, pushing the tit flesh together so that her two nipples touched each other. She was sucking and biting and gnawing on both nipples at the same time, making loud slurping noises while I fucked her incessantly with my fist. She grabbed my arm, pulling it deep inside and held it there. Sitting up, she reached behind my neck and pulled me to her. Our lips met again and our tongues danced through another passionate kiss. “Do the same thing to my ass, Denise,” she pleaded. “Fuck my ass with your fist.” I was dumbfounded. I couldn’t answer her, but I think she knew I would have done anything she wanted. Mom carefully rolled over. I could feel my fist twisting deep inside her. She then pushed back until she was on her hands and knees in a doggy style position. Her puckered ass hole was staring at me like an angry Cyclops demanding attention. The sphincter was already well lubricated, wet with my mother’s juices which had oozed down from her drenched pussy. She reached behind with her right hand and jammed two of her own fingers into her ass. She worked them in and out twisting them reducing the tightness of the entrance to her rear hole. She removed her fingers as a sign for me to take over. I slowly began to slide my hand out of her pussy, but she stopped me. “Use your other hand,” She counseled. “I want both your hands inside me, Baby.” I easily worked two, then three, then four fingers in my mother’s butt before I felt any resistance. I fucked the four fingers in and out for a while. Her ass opened like a budding rose, much as her pussy had earlier. I tucked my thumb in like she showed me and pushed. She grunted as the knuckles passed the tightest point, and then sighed as the rest of my hand slipped in easily. She began to push back toward me. She was arching her back and wiggling her milky white buttocks, forcing my hand deeper into her ass. She laid her head comfortably on the pillow. I began to fuck her with both hands. I would push my left fist in her pussy while pulling my right hand out of her ass, then alternate, sliding out of her pussy and pushing back into her ass. After a few minutes of this, I would change techniques, simultaneously pushing both hands in, then pulling both hands out. Her moaning started to get louder, as she moved her ass back and forth more forcefully, wiggling her ass cheeks faster and faster.