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Our Secret Ch. 02

By: Schaka



This story continues where "Our Secret" left off. It follows our incestuous couple but expands to explore the other residents of Misty Valley ( MVC ).

Chaos Theory says that widely disparate actions can have huge unintended consequences. Years ago I saw a demonstration of a chain reaction using ping pong balls and mouse traps. A room of mousetraps had two ping pong balls each. One ping pong ball is tossed into the room full of mouse traps. That ball sets of a trap that tosses its two balls in the air. They hit more traps sending more balls in the air setting off more traps and so on.

In the next several stories let's explore the chaos of human interaction. Our figurative ping pong balls will be the denizens of Misty Valley. We will explore the effect their progressive life style has on each other and those they meet.

***

Tommy wound his way up California Highway 17 in the driving Spring rain. The rainy season was almost over but Mother Nature was sending yet another deluge through the Santa Cruz Mountains. The rich greenery on the surrounding hills gave testament to a good rainy season. One of the many benefits of living in this corner of paradise was the richness of the scenery. No matter which way you looked, there was a postcard worthy view. 

He exited on Mount Hermon Rd and began the climb to Big Bear. In 1974 Big Bear was a community of less than 2000 people nestled among the redwoods north of Santa Cruz. So far, it had maintained its bucolic nature. In the tourist season, some of them would make their way up the Hill to buy their clocks made from slices of redwood trees. There were tours run from the Santa Cruz Boardwalk on Monterey Bay into the wine country in the surrounding hills. The indigenous population endured this invasion and pocketed the dollars it brought.

However, this was April! Despite the rain, the temperature hovered in the mid 70's. Tommy knew that when the rain stopped the temperature would climb into the low 80's. 

This love of the natural look carried over into life styles. Santa Cruz County was home to the last remnants of the hippy culture. They were older, grayer now with mortgages and jobs they hoped were socially relevant. The wine they drank had corks instead of screw caps and their marijuana was of the finest quality. The sexual revolution had been fought and won. Instead of casually hopping from bed to bed, casual nudity became the symbol of the rebellion against societal norms.

Tommy accepted seeing his mom and dad nude as no big deal. They routinely moved about their home in various stages of undress. His mom had a penchant for panties with no bra. A bib apron might be all she wore while cooking. The large redwood hot tub was nude only.

By the time Tommy turned eighteen, he had seen everyone in his tight knit subdivision nude in either his or their hot tub. It was no big deal! That was until puberty raised his awareness of the lush differences in the female form. His mom became the embodiment of sexuality and the image for his masturbatory fantasies.

It probably would have been no more than an eighteen year old's fantasy until the culture of reefer, wine and nudity combined into one afternoon of illicit sex with his mom. She was high on reefer and wine. What started as drunken request for Tommy to shave her pussy ended in mind blowing sex and, ultimately, the birth of Angela, the child conceived by mother and son.

He idly wondered what his mom would be wearing. He felt that familiar stirring in his groin. His mom was almost 40 and still struggling to lose the weight she gained when Angela was born. Those pendulous breasts had swelled from 38D to 40DD. Nevertheless, he thought that she was still the sexiest woman ever.

Tommy negotiated the turn onto Highway 9. On either side of him, the redwoods hugged the narrow two-lane road. They towered majestically tens of feet overhead. The rain had let up and the sun began to peek out. The effect was as though a golden mist hung over the road. Tommy turned onto Misty Valley Lane. He drove past the unattended gatehouse and up the tree lined road that formed their slice of this paradise. At the top of the cul-de-sac was his home.

There were three homes in the cul-de-sac. They each set on about an acre of land surrounded by evergreens. On a plateau just behind the community, stood the unfinished skeleton of the Community House. The unfinished lots formed a rough horseshoe around it. The encircling Santa Cruz Mountains formed the perimeter of the isolated community. The developer had planned seven more in this hundred acre valley but his financing had fallen through. His intent was to have a secluded upscale gated community.

Tommy Corcoran's mom and dad were the first residents, followed by Hank and Amelia Cotton, then Kate and John Azaria. It was Hank, a retired Midwestern banker, who proposed buying the undeveloped land as an investment. The Misty Valley Cooperative was incorporated in 1960. With the unprecedented population explosion in the late 1960's and 1970's in the county, the land was worth millions.

The semi secluded hamlet encouraged an alternative life style. Casual nudity and marijuana growing were the norm. Until his death, Hank was known for his potent home brew. It was a concoction of fermented cannabis, honey, milk and clover. It went down smooth. The fire it lit in your abdomen suffused through one's body and was capped off by a mellow alcohol/THC high. In her early 50's, Amelia was still vital and maintained the brewing tradition.

John and Kate were southern California transplants. John ran a marketing consulting business and spent long periods travelling. Kate was an animated, voluptuous Hispanic. Her dark eyes, black flowing mane added to her sultry sexiness.

Tommy's mom was a blond, blue eyed version of Kate. They both were proud of their sexuality and flaunted it. They both tended to parade around the enclave in the least amount of clothes possible. Needless to say, they became fast friends. They shared a love of marijuana, local wines, and nude beaches.

However, mom was having image issues as she tried to lose the baby fat she had leftover from her pregnancy. Chrissie, his mom, claimed that the weight gain and breastfeeding the baby made her look and feel like a cow! 

Tom felt his cock swell as he recalled watching her breastfeed Angie. At four months, Angie would lay one arm languidly over Chrissie's breast as she hungrily suckled. He could only watch when Dad was not around. His dad did not get angry that time he witnessed Tommy watching Chrissie breastfeed Angie; he questioned the appropriateness of a son being present!

This from the erstwhile 60's hippy who espoused familial nudity as a sign of trust and openness in the modern family, this from a college professor in the esoteric field of information technology. The man who pushed his students and family to open their minds to new ideas!

Even now, his anger rose as he flashed back to his father sanctimoniously ushering him out of the room. It was only his mother's pleading eyes, her finger raised hurriedly to her lips, her silently mouthing the words: Our Secret. That was the only thing that kept him from hurling the words that would have pierced his father like a fight of arrows: She is my baby, not yours!

Tommy was snapped out of his reverie by the sight of Mom's best friend, Kate, waving frantically from her driveway. Tommy slowed and lowered his car window.

"I need your help!"

Tommy pulled up to the curb. He unwound his tall, lanky frame from his Volkswagen Bug. Kate watched with concealed lust as the muscular nineteen years old approached her. She watched him grow from mewling precocious toddler to this strapping example of manhood. She always felt conflicted when she was around him.

On one hand, he was the son of her best friend. She had changed his diapers, babysat and did all of the things a play aunt would do. She felt as close to him as a real aunt. He was the child she never had.

On the other hand, he had developed a disturbing sensuality. At some point, she realized that her heart beat a little faster, her nether regions got a little moist whenever he was around. She was intensely ashamed of his effect on her. She charged it off to hormonal flow. There were times she ached for a child of her own.

She and John had no children. Early on, it had been a bone of contention between them. John wanted be more financially secure before they started a family. She finally resigned herself to not having that house full of squalling babies that she ached for. She transferred her mothering instinct to this member of her extended family. As he matured, her maternal instincts about Tommy developed into a repressed sexuality.

"What's up, Aunt Kate?"

"I'm getting some mud movement from the berm behind my house. Could you check it for me?"

One of the challenges of living in paradise was mudslides. Heavy rains could cause the hills to liquefy and slide. Most homes had either a wood or an earthen berm that held back and/or redirected minor slides.

"Show me where."

Tommy followed Kate up the slightly inclined driveway, through the 8-foot high wrought iron gates. The gateway opened on a small courtyard surrounded by the stucco walls of the house. To the right was the door leading to the garage. To the left was a sliding glass door that opened on the bedroom. Another sliding glass door gave access to a combination living room/dining room. Just beyond that was the kitchen. It let on to a deck, beyond which was the saturated hill.

The whole house was in earth tones and gave the effect of an old style Spanish hacienda.

The roll of Kate's well-formed hips mesmerized Tommy. Her Hispanic heritage showed in the fullness of her hips and breasts. Her luxuriant black mane tumbled to just below her shoulder blades. The arousal he had in the car thinking of his mom was brought to full rigor by the sensuality of his mature neighbor.

Kate was aware of Tommy's eyes boring into her ass. She intentionally exaggerated the natural roll of her hips. She intentionally wore no panties or bra when she planned this scene. She chose the mid thigh shift because her husband, John, said it accentuated every curve. She wanted to make the blood of this man-child boil.

She was a hopeless flirt. This type of teasing reinforced her feeling of sexuality, confirmed that even at 41; she would turn a young man's head.

An inch thick layer of mud covered the ice plants. The mud was oozing around the edges of the berm. It was flowing slowly toward the redwood deck.

"Aunt Kate, I'm going to have to check the integrity of the berm. It looks ok from here but I want a closer look!"

"Ok, Tommy but I will go with you so I can tell John."

Tommy sat on the steps and stripped off his shoes and socks. He rolled his pants legs up to his knees. Aunt Kate sat next to him. Tommy was acutely aware that Kate's shift had risen to the top of her thighs.

She continued sitting as he negotiated the few stairs down to yard. A few feet in front of him was the leading edge of the mudflow. He turned to offer his hand to help her down the stairs. As he turned, He looked up her skirt to her neatly trimmed pubic hairs. 

He had seen her nude many times over the years. As he entered puberty, the nakedness of his mom, Kate and even Amelia had been exciting and the stuff that caused many nocturnal emissions. He was learning that nude women were fascinating, but a partially dressed woman was intoxicating.

He was still staring when Kate gently cleared her throat.

"Ready, Tommy?" Kate let a slow smile work its way across her face.

He tore his eyes away from her peep show. He took her hand and guided her carefully down the stairs. They inched their way gingerly over the mud slickened ice plants. Cautiously they moved up the incline to the berm. A careful inspection revealed that it was intact.

They sidled slowly down the slick incline with Tommy leading the way. Kate followed with one hand on his shoulder to balance herself.

Tommy lost his footing. He began wind milling his arms in a frantic attempt to regain his balance. Behind him, Kate was thrown off balance by Tommy's sudden movement. She pitched forward as Tommy lost his battle with gravity. His feet went flying into the air. He landed hard on his back, sending up a small spray of mud.

Kate fell forward, with her arms out stretched in front of her to break her fall. She fell, head to toe, full length on Tommy. The ripping sound of her dress splitting along the seams was added to the forced expelling of their breaths caused by the fall.

Kate's instinctive female reaction was to pull her dress down. Her hands touched her bare ass. Her dress was split up both seams, exposing her ample ass. Her second instinct was to wipe the mud from her face.

Tommy was aware of the weight of Kate's body on his. The first thing he saw when he wiped the mud from his face was Kate's bare, mud spattered behind. She had risen to her hands and knees in a hopeless attempt to stand. She succeeded in rolling over on her back. Now Tommy had a view of Kate's pussy. His cock sprang to attention as he beheld her puffy labia surrounded by her grey mingled black silken pussy hair.

Kate was in a panic. Even as she struggled to get to her feet, she was aware that she was virtually naked. Being nude, unclothed was one thing, but being naked was unnerving. In a vain attempt to cover her nakedness and stand up, she succeeded in doing neither. When She tried to hold the ripped shift together with one hand and use the other to lever herself to her knees then get to her feet, all she succeeded in doing was rolling over turtle like on her back. The net effect of her effort was to cover herself head to toe in mud.

Tommy managed to get to his feet and duck walk to the edge of the mud field. He too was covered in mud. He extended his hand to Kate to help her up. For his efforts, he was pulled down on top of her. 

He lay on top of this mud covered cougar breathing heavily. He was acutely aware that his rigid member was pressed hard against her crotch. For her part, Kate also was winded. The ridiculousness of the situation hit them both. They began laughing uncontrollably.

"Look, Kate said, through near hysteria, we need to help each other."

With some difficulty, they managed to get to the stairs. They were both blowing like steam engines.

"Aunt Kate, I am so sorry!"

"Sorry for what? You were trying to help me and we fell."

Tommy stood and started for the kitchen.

"Don't you dare track that mud into my clean kitchen, Kate screamed!"

Tommy's arms flapped uselessly in the air.

"But...but, how do we get this mud off us?"

Kate glanced around and spied the garden hose. She walked the few steps to it, bent at the waist to pick up the hose and turn on the water.

Tommy nearly choked as Kate's full round ass mooned him. Her shift was a mere mud spattered rag, hanging from her shoulders. His dick was now so hard it hurt. It took an effort of will to not touch it. Her labia were fat and puffy. They were partially open revealing, even through the mud, an inner pinkness. It took a Herculean strength not to walk the few steps to where Kate stood and ram his needy meat into her succulent pussy.

"Ok, young man, strip!" Kate ordered as she turned and aimed the stream of water at Tommy. Her laughter at his shock at her order was choked off when she saw the massive bulge in his mud covered pants. Jesus H. Fucking Christ, she thought, the kid is hung!

"M...m...ma'am, he stuttered?" At nineteen, he was inexperienced. Oh, he had his share of trysts in his car. Once he and his girlfriend had even got naked and fucked in her bed when her parents were gone for the evening. Nudity was not the problem, his erection was! What would she think?

"Strip goddammit! John will be home soon. I can't let him see us like this! Get your fucking clothes off so I can hose you down!

The vehemence in her voice caused Tommy to begin taking his clothes off as Kate played the water over his body. Kate nearly fainted when he finally shucked off his underwear. Oh my fucking god, she thought, he must be 10" long and as big around as a coke can! At 41, she had only two men before John. Neither of them nor her husband came anywhere close to his size.

She handed the hose to Tommy. He hosed the mud off her, perhaps spending more time than necessary on her pussy and breasts. He watched entranced as she stripped off her tattered shift. He had not yet heard the phrase "in lust" but if it were told to him, he would accept it as an apt description of how he felt.

Kate's hair dripped water on her kitchen floor as they padded naked into the kitchen. Her silky black thatch was matted to her thighs. She was aware that all the wetness between her thighs wasn't due to drenching with the garden hose. She was incredibly aroused. Later she would reflect that no one thing led to her arousal. It was the unexpected eroticism of the mud bath, the symbolism of the garden hose spewing water and, finally, and by no means the least, was watching Tommy's enormous tool slapping gently against his belly.

She was acutely aware of his eyes playing hotly across her bottom as she moved down the hall to the linen closet. She knew he was following her. I need to stop him, she thought. I am the adult, I need to snap us both back to reality.

She felt his strong, young arms encircle her waist. They moved palm up to encircle her breasts. A crazy, distant part of her lust filled mind wondered if the heat they generated would mark their skin with an "A." for Adultery. He squeezed them harder than she was accustomed to but she felt the tingle move through her abdomen and into her nether regions. She was drenched! She could feel her juices running down her thighs. She felt almost out of body, both experiencing and watching herself as she turned in his arms and sank to her knees. She watched as her other self kissed his huge balls. With her hands on the floor, she ran her tongue up his balls, reveling in their musty sweetness.

Her tongue continued its travel up the underside of Tommy's pole. Her nose was overwhelmed by aroma of her need. Her pussy felt gooey. Her hand accentuated her wetness as she furiously frigged her needy hole. The salty sweat of his cock was tinged with the dripping of his pre cum. She felt it fall hotly on her forehead as she eagerly worked her way toward the prize. She arrived at her goal, the bulbous head of his youthful man meat.

She tongued the cum covered slit before inhaling his dick. She managed to get nearly three inches in her mouth. She raised her hands to his ass and pulled him hard to her, trying to force more into her mouth. She felt him swell in her mouth and knew he was near cumming. She bobbed furiously back and forth.

Tommy exploded in her mouth. It was like being hit by a firehose. Kate gagged She was unable to swallow the flood of youthful seed. She began coughing and pulled back. Tommy continued cumming, coating her face and breasts in a thick white mask.

"Wow, honey that was some load!" She said as she wiped her eyes clean. She looked up to see two astounding things: he was just as hard as he was before he came; his face was twisted into a mask if wanton lust.

She was surprised and a little frightened. What kind of monster had she awakened?

"Look, baby, I am sorry! But this is getting..."

Her words were cut off when He squatted in front of her and covered her mouth with his. His tongue forced its way in, silencing all protests. He placed his arms under ass and began lifting her. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He lifted her clear of the floor and forced her against the wall. Her legs encircled his waist. She felt the head if his tool forcing its way into her gooey snatch. Even her sodden wetness was barely enough.


Our Secret Ch. 02



With youthful enthusiasm, Tommy thrust hard, burying most of his horse like cock into Kate.

"Wait, Tommy, wait, she screamed as her pussy was stretched to a size it had never experienced."

Later she realized she had passed out after screaming. When she came to, her head was banging against the wall. However, her arms were still wrapped tightly around his neck, her legs encircled his waist, and her ass was thrusting to meet his. Her instinct had taken over. Her womb ached for his seed. She was being fucked like she never had before.

Again, she felt his dick swelling, this time in her pussy. She began cumming, her juices squirted wetly on her and her teenage lover. Then he came with such force that she actually felt the stream hitting her cervix. He thrust hard once, twice three times as he released in her.

His head rested on her shoulder as they fought to recover.

"Oh, Aunt Kate...Aunt Kate...that...that was amazing!"

"Yes, baby, yes it was!" She tousled his hair with one hand. She unwrapped first one than the other leg from around Tommy. She swayed unsteadily. She felt his strong hands encircle her waist.

"You ok, Aunt Kate?"

Kate placed both hands on his muscular chest. At first, she ran her fingers through his hairy chest. Then she pushed him away.

"You need to get out of here! John's plane landed in San Jose thirty minutes ago, he'll be home in minutes!"

Hurriedly, she grabbed an old sweat suit of John's for him to wear home. In the kitchen, she threw him a plastic bag for his wet muddy clothes that lay in a pile on the deck. She was tittering to herself about the trash novel familiarity of the scene while the metallic taste of adrenalin flooded her mouth. Her fear was very real. Discovery would be damning.

As she watched him walk to his car, her hands unconsciously stroked her abdomen. A flood of hormones cascaded through her body. The instinctive, primal need to breed waned in her for the first time in her adult life. Her need was sated.

In the gathering darkness, he strode hurriedly to his car. From her deck, Amelia called to him.

"Good evening, Tommy!"

"Good evening Momma Amelia" Tommy stuttered. He wondered nervously how long she was sitting there and what she thinking.

Amelia watched his Bug chug the 100 yards to his home. Under hooded eyes, she looked across the broad expanse that separated her home from Kate and John's. She caught glimpses of her moving about the house. The sound of a car engine caused her to glance down the hill. John waved to her as he turned into his driveway.

"Interesting, she thought, as the garage door closed, very interesting!"

***

It was lunchtime when Tommy finally got out of bed. He slowed stroked his cock as he reflected on his encounter with Aunt Kate the day before. Her last admonition to him was not to tell anyone what had happened.

He swung out of bed and padded to the hall bathroom. He could hear his mom in the kitchen. Her murmuring of baby talk suggested she was feeding Angie. After taking a long satisfying piss, he washed his hands and strode to the kitchen clad only in his boxers and flip flops.

Chrissie was breastfeeding her daughter. She was braless and had her blouse opened so Angie could suckle. Tommy watched as his daughter (sister?), She was both, draped one small arm over her mother's milk swollen tits

"Morning, mom, Tommy intoned cheerfully, where's dad?"

"He went into the lab. He should be home shortly."

Tommy sat down opposite Angie. He leaned down and took his mom's nipple in his mouth. He had barely touched it when his mouth was filled with the warm sweetness of breast milk. He cupped her breast gently in one hand.

"Tommy, Tommy, you must stop! Your father...the baby...our secret...we must not let this get out of control!"

Even as she pleaded with him, Chrissie's hand found itself wrapped around his dick. Her hand moved familiarly up and down its length, only partially encompassing its girth. Her pussy ached to be stretched by this tool, to give itself up to the lust that suffused her loins. She felt a physical and emotional need to feel her son fill her pussy with his meat and flood her womb with his seed. However, she knew she must not. If she let him again, she knew she could not stop.

So it had come to this. Stolen moments when her husband was away, a frantic hand job to cool his desire were the sum total of their sexual relationship. That and sharing her breast milk with Angie. Her body craved his cock, her pussy dripped in preparation for the invasion of his manhood. She was like an addict in withdrawal, her need controlled only by her will.

Angie's mouth dropped from her mother's teat. She drifted off into that place of contentment where babies who have love and a full belly go. Beneath her Chrissie hand flew up and down her first born's rigid member. Her own arousal was peaking. Her juices flowed freely from her pantyless pussy creating a small pool on the vinyl kitchen chair. As the spasming of her love hole signaled her orgasm, she felt her son's cock swell in her hands.

Their moans and gasps of orgasmic release filled the kitchen as she squirted on to the floor and his firehouse of cock spewed its seed on her pussy and thighs. Tommy still held her teat in his mouth as he slowly came down. Chrissie waited for her breathing to return to normal. He is still hard, she marveled, still able to fill my pussy and take me back to the heights she was coming down from.

"I'll put Angie down for her nap and meet you out on the deck."

When she returned, he had fired up a joint. She watched enviously. Counting her pregnancy, it had been nearly 14 months since she had any wine or smoke. Idly she thought it was time to wean the baby.

"Mom, how long are we going to keep up this charade?"

"Baby, I know it's hard for you, but we must keep our secret!"

Tommy inhaled deeply, drawing the acrid smoke deep in his lungs. He held his breath for a moment, and then exhaled.

"Mom, I love you and daddy! I want nothing but happiness for our family. However, when dad denies me the right to watch my daughter suckle her mother, I just want to scream the truth in his face...!

"Tommy, Tommy, that would destroy the very thing you say you love, our family!"

"It's my baby, he screamed, Angela is my baby, not his! You and I made her!"

Chrissie felt terror creep into her gut. Tommy was close to disclosing a secret whose impact he had no idea. He had no idea what the airing of their incestuous act would do the family as a whole and each of them individually. In her mind, she knew she had to offer a compromise.

She had avoided sex with her son after that one time when Angie was conceived. Lord knew it was not because she did not want to. That was the most incredible sex she had ever had. She knew that if she indulged in more sex...call it what it was...more fucking with her son, eventually Brian would find out. Now her abstinence was close to causing the thing she most feared.

"Yes, she is our baby. I would not give her up for anything in the world. But if people find out how she was conceived, they would take her away from me...from us!"

"Take her away, Tommy exclaimed, they can't have her!"

"Baby, what we did was morally and legally wrong. If you told your father, he could divorce me and have me declared an unfit mother. The state would take Angela!"

The enormity of confronting his father rolled over him like a big thick blanket, covering him in darkness and resignation.

"But...but...what about...US? Can we...you know!"

Chrissie had already decided to take that fateful step. She stood and walked the few steps to her son. She leaned down and kissed him deeply, forcing her tongue between his lips. Her breath quickened as her lust filled her.

"Yes, baby, we can and will!"

She knelt in front of her son, her lover, the father of her child and gently kissed his bare chest. She trailed down his body planting kisses to mark her journey. She lingered over his navel, flicking it with the molten tip of her tongue.

Tommy watched her journey, feeling an odd sense of power. His hands rested on the arms of the chair as his mom freed his cock. This is MY woman, he thought, just as Angela was his daughter. His eyes locked with hers as she took him in her mouth.

Chrissie sucked greedily. She needed this more than life itself. She needed to taste her man, to feel his seed fill her mouth, to swallow and have his steaming hot juice flow down her throat. She needed to fill her belly with his seed.

Tommy heard the growl of the garage door opener. Shit, he thought, dad is home. He looked down at his mom sucking, almost suckling his cock. Their eyes were locked to each other. He realized that she lost in the lust of the moment, oblivious to her husband driving his car into the garage.

I can show him who the real man in this house is, Tommy thought. I can show him whose woman this really is. I could let him walk in and see her on her knees worshipping my cock. He glanced into the house at the door leading from the garage. He heard the car engine cutoff and the growl of the garage door closing.

Chrissie felt her head being pushed back. She resisted, leaning forward and gripping her son's thighs tightly. She had to have it! Why was he making her stop? He was saying something. There was an odd smile on his face. Like an addict trying to focus through the haze of a powerful narcotic, she tried to understand what he was saying. Say it, dam it, say it so I can finish enjoying this incredible cock!

"Mom, dad's home! Tommy said quietly"

She leaned back, still gripping his thighs. She stared hungrily at her son's youthful tool.

"What...wha...what?" she managed to say.

"Dad's home, he repeated."

Reality flooded back to her. Mindless lust was replaced with mind numbing fear. She heard a car door slam distantly. 

"Sit in the chair, mom!"

Tommy casually stuffed his still hard dick back in his shorts. He watched smugly as his mom sat heavily in the chair. She's mine, he thought, mind and body, she is mine!

"Hi guys! I have great news.

Over the next hour, Brian related the events leading to his stupendous news. A venture capital firm was interested in his database concept. They wanted to meet with him in San Francisco to explore funding and commercialization of the concept. He would be driving up tonight to meet with them the next morning.

Chrissie and Tommy were ecstatic. They both knew how important this was to Brian. If successful, the family would be financially secure.

Brian was oblivious to the palpable sexual tension that suffused the room. While Tommy focused on his dad's words, clapping him on the back in their shared excitement, Chrissie was less demonstrative. Her guilt and lust made her feel apart from the celebration. She knew there now two men in her life.

There was her husband. She loved him dearly. Her love for him welled in her bosom. She sometimes wondered how she could have been so lucky to land such a great life partner and provider.

Then there was her son. He had given her the one thing his father could not...a daughter. Her stomach fluttered as she accepted the fact that he could give her more babies. And that cock, that pussy filling firehose of a man tool! He could give her that.

While his mom and dad scurried around packing for his dad's overnight trip, Tommy sat on the front of the house watching the sun sinking behind the mountains and into the Bay. Down the road, a faint plume of smoke rose from behind Kate and John's home. It appeared they were doing something on the grill.

A bustle of footsteps and excited mutterings signaled his father's eminent departure. As the garage door opened, he walked over to wish his father well. Their bear hug was followed by tearful farewell from his mom. They stood together and waved as he disappeared down the winding road and into the redwoods.

Chrissie still wore the pale blue blouse she had on when she was suckling Angie. Her white full back panties sagged a little, revealing the upper curve of her full ass. She and Tommy reentered the house through the garage, closing the door behind them.

"I'm going to check on Angie, Chrissie announced!"

"I'm going to soak for a bit, Tommy added"

He stripped off his shorts and strode naked to the hot tub. He sank gingerly into the steaming hot water. The mountain air was cooling rapidly. Tendrils of steam wafted skyward and disappeared in the night air.

Chrissie noted the Angie was sleeping peacefully, looking angelic in her innocence. Chrissie almost cried in happiness as she gazed at this issue of her womb. This baby made her feel complete. She filled a part of her that she thought had shutdown. It made her realize she wanted another, she wanted more babies.

She slipped out of her blouse and panties. She walked naked out of the bedroom and down the stairs. As she moved through the living room and into the dining room, she saw her son sprawled in the hot tub. He opened his eyes as she slid back the screendoor.

"Are you here to finish what you started?" Tommy smiled.

She stepped into the heat of the water. She waded the few steps to where he son sat, the head if his cock peering above the water. She straddled him and sank slowly down. She reached between them and guided his tool to her aching hole.

"I have a better idea, she purred!"

***

Brian reached in the ice chest and grabbed three more beers. He popped the caps and handed one each to John and Tommy. So far, it was just a four beer bull session but it had the makings of a full case event. The conversation had wandered over the usual topics: sports, women, and sex. However, there was a heavy interest in the progress of Brian's shop.

It had been nearly two months since his highly successful meeting in San Francisco. He had received the funding. The firm, Midwest ventures, had also provided him with offices in a property they owned in Scotts Valley.

There had been few stipulations. He did have to have an onsite advisor from the firm. Additionally, they wanted to consult on his staff choices. The fact that he offered the marketing position to John was hailed as an excellent choice. Tommy was going to attend school and intern on the technical side of the business. During his summer break, he would travel with John to learn the marketing side of the business.

The bull session was also a celebration. Earlier that day Chrissie had told them they were expecting their third child. This was despite that multiple urologists had said his sperm count was too low. He had shared this with guys. There was much backslapping and congratulations.

When John chimed in that Kate was also expecting, well, it provided an excuse for a good old fashion bull session.

As the men of the community solidified their bond by getting drunk, down the road Kate was conflicted. Her hands gently caressed this miracle of life that swelled in her womb. She felt complete. She was in place she knew viscerally she had needed to be since puberty. She had always wanted a baby...no, babies...to shower with love, to nurture, to watch grow into adults and share that nurturing love with her children. That is how it had been for her parents and their parents. 

However, her Catholic upbringing said that should happen in marriage. She was carrying the bastard child of her best friend's son. She had broken her marriage vows several times with her teenage paramour. She knew she would continue to as long he wanted her.

Oddly, her solace, the one person who seemed to know intuitively her condition was Amelia. Amelia had beckoned to her one day. She had just returned from the doctor with the incredible news that she was pregnant. She had made the drive in a daze, barely conscious of where she was or what she was doing.

Amelia was sitting on her deck. She asked, no she had insisted, that she come sit with her. Despite the blue funk she was in, she walked over, Sat in the recliner next to the elderly matriarch and accepted a glass of her potent home brew.

As they raised their glasses in a silent toast, Amelia dropped a bombshell.

"Enjoy it, dear, it will be the last you have for a long time!"

"What...what are you talking about?"

"You are pregnant, dear!"

Kate had taken a long pull on her drink.

"Yes I am! But how do you know? I just found out today!"

Amelia took an impressive gulp of her potent brew. She refilled both of their glasses. 

"There is not much that goes on in this county that I don't know about it. Yes, I know you are pregnant and I know Tommy...Tom...is the father.

Amelia clapped her on the back as Kate choked on her drink.

"How do...no, no...that's not true!"

"Kate, I said what we both know is true. You and Tom have been having sex for weeks. I have seen him sneaking out of your house when John was out of town. And there is no mistaking that love sick puppy dog look you have whenever you see him."

Kate broke down, her shoulders heaving in despair and relief. Her religion told her she was damned for her adultery but it was a relief to share her burden. Amelia comforted her and urged her not to do or say anything foolish. She had said that while some had the doubtful belief that confession was good for the soul, it was definitely hard on the ass!

Amelia shared that she knew that John's business was in trouble. Kate was astonished at the depth and breadth of her knowledge of their affairs.

Kate was unaware that Amelia had a similar conversation with Tommy...Tom. She was definitely unaware that Amelia had confronted him about his incestuous relationship with his mother and the children she was bearing for him. She admonished him as she admonished Kate to be careful.

She told neither of them she saw an inner strength in Tom that she intended to nurture. He was the future for this valley and for the newly formed company. His father was a visionary but not a business man. 

None of the denizens of Misty Valley knew that she and her money were the driving force behind the Misty Valley Cooperative and the soon to be firm of MVC Enterprises. Amelia stroked Kate's head as she wept uncontrollably. This woman, these people were her family now. She and her beloved husband and brother had not planned it this way. They were merely looking for a secluded place to live openly as man and wife. Now he was gone and the people of Misty Valley Lane were her family.

She smiled as Kate began to recover from her guilt ridden breakdown. Finally, she would have her and Hank's daughter close to her. She would be the onsite advisor for Brian's enterprise.



Our Secret Ch. 03



The chain reaction continues! Another mousetrap is sprung, flinging more ping pong balls into the air.

Each chapter is standalone. Each chapter adds to the tale of the Misty Valley Cooperative.

Chapter 3 - The Journey

Mom was the anchor that provided my father with the home life that allowed him to pursue aggressively his passion for IT. She maintained home and hearth while he immersed himself in his career. When I came along, she became full time mother and part time father. She never questioned these roles. She saw them as her duty.

Her family defined her life. Traditional roles defined these pre feminist decades. She saw her role as wife and mother as the summit of her existence. 

As I moved from childhood dependency to teenage rebellion and ultimately to early manhood, a void developed in her life. She began to fill that void with the occasional glass of wine. The occasional glass became daily glasses of wine.

I have heard that alcohol loosens inhibitions and gives permission for behavior that one might otherwise find objectionable. It also provides the excuse for that behavior. If that is true then mom was always harboring a repressed sexuality. That raises the old chicken and egg paradox. Did she drink because of her latent sexual desires or did her latent sexuality cause her to drink.

It was in my late teens when mom became more touchy feely with me. The overly affectionate hugs, the clasping of my head to her bosom were signs that she needed to feel close to someone, to hold and to be held. To an 18 year old with hormones exploding through my body, it was like pouring gasoline on a raging fire. The normal youthful male obsession with his mom as the female ideal became an obsession with her as a sex object. I began to lust after my mother.

For her part, she never saw her overly affectionate treatment of me as an entrée to sex. She was lonely, needy, trying to hold on to last meaningful thing in her life, her son. The more I spread my wings and flew farther from the nest, with friends and girlfriends, the more sexual her behavior became.

It began more than twenty years ago. It was the decade of the 70's. We had Watergate, the Nixon resignation and the Fall of Saigon and I started a lifelong affair with my mother.

Looking at me back then, nobody would have believed it. I was a skinny, snotty nose kid, barely eighteen and just out of high school. I had a circle of friends. We did the things all kids did. We hung out, rode our bikes and, when we got lucky, sneak a few beers.

It was shortly after I graduated from high school in 1979 that I experienced a disturbing instance of mom's tendency to be overly affectionate when she had been drinking. It was the night after my prom. Dad was out of town and had left me the car. My buds and I scored a few beers and went to the lake to contemplate life and drink.

I arrived back home about 9, more high than any 18 year old driver should be. Luck was on my side. I encountered no police or any immovable objects. I tottered to my bed and collapsed.

Mom went to dinner with the women from the homeowners association. That usually meant a late night for her. I vaguely recall hearing the titter of female voices, followed by a car door closing. My next recollection was the smell of gin and a warm body next to me. I struggled out of my beer-induced coma to find my mom lying next to me. She was snuggled up spoon fashion, her large ass pressed against my crotch.

There was a certain amount of role reversal in this. When I was younger, thunder and lightning terrified me. My cries would bring mom to my room. She would crawl in bed with me and let me snuggle to her warm pliant body. In this refuge, I would drift off to sleep.

Lately, when mom was drinking, she would come in my room and get in bed with me. I recall my mixed feelings about the practice. On one hand, there was the guilt when the closeness of my mother caused a painful erection. On the other, there was the intimate closeness I felt. I would snuggle and let my cock settle between the cheeks of her panty-clad ass.

Usually dad would realize where she was and come get her. I recall his disapproving looks when he woke her up and took her to their room. Occasionally I caught scraps of arguments. The conversations contain words like "inappropriate", "suggestive", and "sick".

That time she was dressed, as usual, in panties and bra. She rarely wore a nightgown when she drank. I sat up and shook her. She mumbled something incoherent. I glanced down into the valley of her cleavage. Her breasts heaved slowly as she slept in her drunken stupor. 

I had two choices: I could leave her in my bed and sleep in their room or I could wake her and take her to their room.

I chose the latter. Yes, I knew the better option was for me to go down the hall to their bedroom.

As I stood next to her, I could see the dark mass of her neatly trimmed bush through the sheer white panties. Her large pink nipples and dark areola were clearly visible through her matching bra. My cock tented in my boxers as I stood over her.

I was familiar with my mom's body. I had checked the laundry hamper many times. I would steal her fragrant panties and jack off in them. Because of those clandestine forages of her hamper, I knew mom's bra size was 36D. 

A sheen of sweat covered her body, causing the thin material to be even more transparent. My eyes trailed down from her nipples to the pooch of her abdomen. I continued gazing down to her panties. They had pulled into the crevice of her labia. The lips of her pussy were exposed. The exposed gusset of her panties were wet. 

I shook myself out of my lecherous viewing of my drunken mom. I leaned forward. I wrapped her arms around my neck, placed my arms around her waist, and stood, raising her to her feet. Like a rag doll, she slumped over my shoulder. I shifted my arms to support her weight; my hands ended up wrapped around her ample ass.

Here I was at 18 with my semi-conscious mother slumped against my body. The object of my masturbatory fantasies lay helpless in my arms. Sweat covered both of our bodies. My rigid cock poked out of my shorts. It smeared pre cum over her belly. For a moment, I stood transfixed, looking at the glistening wetness.

I let my hands traced the pear shaped mounds of her behind down to her thighs. Mom moaned and pressed her crotch into me. Reflexively I squeezed her ass. Mom moaned and her arms tightened around my neck. I let my hand slide up the soft pliant mound of her ass to her waist. I caressed her ass again as I ran my hands over her. Mom's thighs pressed harder into me; her hips gyrated slowly. Her breath was hot on my neck.

I pushed her away. I looked down and saw the wetness of my pre cum coating her abdomen. I shook myself to regain control. I noticed a strong pungent aroma that mixed with the smell of sweat. My head spun with lust. At 18, I was unaware that a woman's arousal scent was designed to cause the mating lust in a man. Mom was in heat! I was the male her primal need was trying to entice.

I turned so that mom was next to me. I wrapped one arm around my neck. I circled her waist with my other arm. As I walked her the short distance to their bedroom, she mumbled: 

"I'm going to be sick!"

I quickly shifted behind her. I locked my arms under her breasts and pushed her toward the bathroom. In this awkward position, my cock poked her in the ass, smearing my youthful pre cum in her crack. As I pushed her toward the toilet, she fell to her knees, pulling me with her. I found myself on my knees with my johnson poised at her ass. I could see the glistening wetness of my pre cum on her butt. I leaned forward and pressed my cock against mom's anus.

Mom grunted and pushed back. I watched in fascination and lust as the head of my dick began to disappear into my mother's ass. That is when she began puking. Most of it went into the toilet but she did soil her bra and panties.

I left her worshipping at the porcelain throne while I wet a towel. When I turned around, she was slumped against the wall next to the toilet. Her chin lay on her chest; her mouth gaped with drool dribbling down one corner. Her arms lay loosely, palms up at her side. Her legs were splayed open, the insubstantial material of her panties pressed tightly between her labia. Streaks of gray peppered her thatch. The gusset of her panties were soaked and glistening with its wetness.

The acrid smell of vomit assaulted my nose as I wiped her face and upper chest. I paused to consider my next move. She needed to get out of these vomit stained clothes.

"Mom...mom...wake up!"

Her reply was incoherent gibberish. I realized that I would have to undress her! Looking back, it was a crucial turning point. She was no longer just my mother, but a naked vulnerable woman. I made the mental shift to dominant male and protector. 

I reached behind her and undid her bra. Her sizeable breasts tumbled out. Her nipples were rigid. They looked like hard pink erasers poking out from the soft mounds of her breasts. I could see the red creases on her shoulders where her bra straps struggled to contain their prize. I tossed it in the sink for later rinsing. 

I reached behind her, hooked my fingers in the back of her panties. My eyes were glued to her crotch as I slid them down over her full hips, and well-shaped legs. 

For the first time, I saw my mother's bare pussy. It was damp, her labia tightly closed with a puffy slit down the middle. An image of me emerging squalling through those succulent lips filled my mind. I resisted the over powering urge to lean forward and kiss those moist inviting lips.

Involuntarily, my hand reached for the gleaming wetness of my mother's pussy. She groaned loudly as I ran one finger down the dripping crevice of her labia. I let my finger run back up, lightly touching the turgid pinkness of her engorged clit. She jerked as though a bolt of lightning had struck her. Her legs trembled and shook. A whitish liquid oozed from her pussy and coated my fingers.

I had just made my mother have an orgasm! Her juices coated my hand. I held my hand up and watched the liquid slide down my fingers. It pooled briefly in the junction of my fingers. My vision blurred as I brought my cum covered hand to my mouth and licked it clean of my mom's juice. The sound of my blood rushing through my veins thundered in my ears.

I dropped to all fours. My breath was coming in short gasps. My heart was trying pound its way out of my chest. Barely two feet away, the source of this intoxicating nectar, lay shiny wet and dripping.

I rocked back on my haunches. What in the fuck was happening to me!? This was my mother! An overwhelming lust, tinged with disgust shot through me.

Mom was a full figured woman but not fat. Today they would call her curvy. Her thighs were large but firm. Her breasts sagged generously on her chest.

My mother lay naked, snoring loudly. I began toweling off her body. I lingered over her breasts. I will never know where the courage came from, but I tweaked one nipple, then the other. Mom moaned. She tried to raise her head but it just slumped to the other side.

I held each breast in my hands. I was surprised at their weight, the softness of the pliant flesh. As I washed off sweat and traces of vomit, I lingered over her nipples. Mom's hips thrust up as I pinched each one. Her mouth formed a moue, her lips pantomiming sucking. When they were clean, I sucked each nipple. I nibbled lightly at each one. Again, mom moaned. Both of her hands found their way to her crotch and she humped them. 

I was drenched in sweat. My heart pounded in my chest, hammering out the rhythm of my arousal. I could hear my blood rushing in my ears. 

I stood, turned on the water in the face bowl and rinsed the cloth. I washed down her belly and over her sex. I rewet the towel and washed between her thighs. Mom moaned loudly. Her hips attempted to move up and press against the towel. I pressed the towel hard between her legs and watched my drunken mother hump the towel. Her ass rose and fell rhythmically, her mouth lolling open. Both of her hands covered mine, holding the towel tightly against her pussy.

"I'm sorry Justin, she moaned!" She thought I was dad.

"It's ok, mom, I'll take care of you."

In the tight confines of the bathroom, the aroma of mom's arousal replaced the stench of vomit. Mom's ass rose and fell rhythmically from the cold tile of the bathroom floor. Her breathing became harsh. She began to moan. A low guttural scream came from her mouth as she pressed hard into the towel. Again, I sat back on my haunches. I had just helped my mother cum. As I removed the towel, I watched a shiny wetness cover my mother's labia. 

I looked down and found my hand was slowly stroking my rigid eight inches as I watched mom slide two fingers into her pussy. My cock leaked pre-cum all over my hand. Again, her hips began a slow rhyme as they rose to meet her thrusting fingers. Her eyes opened. Drunkenly she licked her lips as she watched me stroke. Her free arm rose, the hand flopping loosely. I stepped closer. Her hand brushed my rigid sex then she slumped and passed out again.

I bent over, placed my arms under hers, and lifted her to her feet. I rotated behind her and locked my arms under her breasts. I duck walked her to her bed, my cock poking at her ass and smearing pre cum all over it. I dumped her face down in her bed. Her sibilant snoring announced she was out.

I knelt between mom's legs and beheld the pink fullness of her ass. With my eyes, I traced the line between her ass cheeks to where her clamshell pussy began. I leaned forward and caressed the soft cheeks, gently separating them. The starfish of her anus seemed to wink at me. I found myself bending over and kissing the magnificence of her ass. I let my tongue trace the same line down her ass cheeks that my eyes had surveyed. 

Mom moaned and raised her hips in the air when I kissed her starfish. I forced my tongue into the tightness of her anus. The musty/sweet smell of her arousal was a narcotic. I was out of body and felt I was surely losing my mind. I was tongue fucking my mom's ass! 

I was going to cum! I could feel the itch at the base of my balls the rocketed up through my balls. It surged up the large vein under my cock. Panicked, I tried to sit up. All I succeeded in doing was raising my cock to the level of mom's ass. I spewed my seed all over her magnificent ass. It covered the pinkness of her ass in the white gooey mess of my seed.

I cursed myself for the fool that I was as I observed, with a mixture of disgust and lust; my seed ooze down the cleft of my mother's ass and onto muffin of her swollen labia. Obscenely, it streamed in a small rill over her Mons.

I walked the few steps to the bathroom. I rinsed and rewet the washcloth. When I returned, my drying cum was smeared over her ass. As I tried to unravel this mystery, I saw mom's hand in her mouth. She reached back behind her, smeared more of my seed on her hand and returned it to her mouth. She sucked her fingers greedily. A mask of drunken lust covered her face.

My cock was still rigidly hard. I knelt between her legs and leaned down. I could see the whiteness of my juices sliding over the wetness of mom's pussy. Before I realized it, I was laying between her thighs, licking hungrily at our juices. 

Her moaning grew louder as I traced the line to her pussy with my tongue. It gleamed wetly at me and exuded an intoxicating aroma. Almost impossibly, my cock grew harder. My vision blurred with lust as her pheromones filled the air and my nose. Her ass pumped rhythmically up and down. 

Mom's hands appearing between her legs interrupted my enjoyment of this sweet nectar. From my vantage point, inches from her sex, I watched first one then two, and then finally three fingers enter her steaming fuck hole. She frantically humped her fingers, the squishy sound of her arousal combined with her arousal aroma to fill the air with a miasma of sex.

Her moaning became a guttural growl. My hand found my cock. I was on my knees, my head between my mother's legs watching her fingers invade her juicy pussy, and I pounded away on my throbbing sex. We came together, me spewing my seed on her glistening wet fingers buried in her pussy, Her growling loudly, pounding her hips into the mattress.

I staggered back to my room, filled with shame and lust.

***

She and I have discussed that long ago night. She admits now that she was dimly aware it was not dad. Even now, she will not admit that she let her son feel her up. Nevertheless, one of our favorite foreplay is for me to lie between her legs and watch her masturbate.

***

Then one night over dinner, dad dropped a bombshell

"I have been offered a position with a company in Scotts Valley, California."

The tremor in his voice betrayed his excitement. Someone had seen his paper on database technology and offered him a well-paying job. He had strived his entire career for this type of opportunity. To this day, I know he has no idea of the impact of the events he put in place.

Even my mom, who was loyal to a fault, expressed her misgivings about such a move.

"Justin, I am happy for you but I don't know about making such a move!"

"Helen, it means twice the money I am making now."

"But all of our friends are here. I have my clubs, the church...."

Her voice trailed off. Her chest heaved disturbingly. Mom was not a strong woman. I knew that dad would prevail.

***

From dinner that night, the pace was dizzying. The movers came and packed our furniture. The moving van was due the next day to load the furniture and our car.

Dad had decided to drive our Dodge cabover. This would be challenging because mom did not drive. Moreover, even if she did, her incipient drinking problem was an issue. Dad and I would share the driving for our entire trip.

The company in Scotts Valley arranged for a house. They had a compound where their executives lived. The house was part of the benefits package. They wanted dad there as quickly as possible.

I learned later that the sheer speed of events were deeply disturbing to my mother. Emotionally she was a delicate flower, ripped from its nurturing soil. She would struggle to put down new roots.

When we finished loading the RV the only empty space was the master bedroom in the rear and the convertible couch in the kitchen area. The plan was to take three days for the trip, spending the night at campgrounds.

Boxes of clothes, China, and furniture filled the entire first floor of our house. The movers would be in early to load their van. They had left out my parent's queen size mattress for them to sleep on that night. I had my sleeping bag on the floor of my bedroom.

The house was dark, lit only by the light of the quarter moon streaming weakly through the windows. The house felt unusually cold because of its emptiness. It and we were in transition. 

I had spent my last night out with some friends. When I got home, I was surprised to see my mom asleep on the mattress. The homeowners' association farewell barbeque/dance was supposed to go to midnight. It was barely nine. She lay on her abdomen, one leg slightly bent at the knee toward the other leg and that leg splayed to the side. She was clad in her usual panties and bra. Their satiny fabric seemed to glow in the dim moonlight. Despite the coolness of the night, she had kicked the cover off her.

I felt a stirring in my shorts as I beheld her lush figure. A scant two weeks prior, I had stripped her naked. The image of my tongue fucking her ass and licking my cum from her pussy flashed through my mind. 

Her panties had ridden up exposing one pink cheek. Her head lay cradled in her crossed arms. Under one arm a breast formed a sizeable mound. The faint burr of her snoring wafted out to me.




Our Secret Ch. 03



I know now that Mom was in the early stages of alcoholism. By my twenty-first birthday, she would begin a series of unsuccessful attempts to conquer it. By my twenty-third birthday, she would be in a recovery that would last the rest of her life. Then she lay exposed and vulnerable.

I had to shake myself to pull back from ogling my mother. I sighed as I realized what had probably happened. Back then, she was a woman with a low tolerance for alcohol but a big appetite for it. Mom had got drunk at the BBQ. Either my dad or one of our friends had brought her home. It had happened before. Several times, I had heard them in their bedroom arguing about her drinking.

Those arguments usually ended with her crying, promising to do better and then they had loud sex. Their sex never lasted long but if the decibel level of mom's moans were an indicator, she enjoyed it. I would masturbate to the sounds of my parents making love. In my mind's eye, I saw her as one of the sex goddesses in the movies. She could fuck all night and never muss her make up or hair. She was always mom.

Impulsively I stepped into their bedroom to cover my mom's semi nudity. Looking back, I now understand that I was only partly motivated by covering her partial nudity against the night chill. I had been here before. I had sampled the forbidden fruit. I was bolder now. My shame was less. My cock was at half-mast and rising. The sight of her round bare ass cheek was at once disturbing and alluring. I had to get a closer look.

I stepped softly into the room. I knelt at her waist. The sharp odor of gin tinged with an animal musk invaded my nostrils. My head swam as I lay my hand on her warm sweaty ass cheek. I stroked down the curve of her ass and across her tight full thigh. I felt the pain of my rigidly tumescent cock trapped in my shorts.

As my depravity caused me to lean nearer her sex, to inhale deeply of her alcohol-induced arousal, I snapped back to reality. A wave of nausea swept through me. An intense feeling of disgust followed it. 

What kind of fucking pervert was I? I was feeling up my poor drunk mother. AGAIN!! I had to stop this! Sweat broke out on my body as I pulled myself back from the brink. My hands trembled as I grabbed the sheet and pulled it over her body. No more, I thought resolutely, no more!

An electric shock shot through me when I felt her hand grab my dick. She placed her open palm on it and rubbed my length. I struggled to pull back and get up. However, my position leaning over her had me off balance.

"Honey, I'm so sorry I embarrassed you tonight."

"What...what...wait...?"

Her hand found the edge of my shorts pulled them down. I was now kneeling next to my mother with my shorts around my knees. Her warm hand gripped my manhood and pulled gently on it.

"I only had a couple of drinks. They went straight to my head. Please forgive me!"

Mom rose on one elbow. I could just make out her silhouette in the gloom. She rose up and kissed the head of my cock.

"No...No...Stop! You can't...!"

My hands shot out and grabbed mom's head. As I tried to push her head back, she sat up and wrapped her arms tightly around my ass.

"Mmmmmmm, you know I don't like you cumming in my mouth, but just to show you how sorry I am...!"

My mom inhaled my cock!

I felt the head of my cock hit the back of my mother's throat. She gagged but continued to bob back and forth. I could feel my cock head sliding down her throat. In one last frantic effort to disengage, I pushed forcibly back on her head. She almost painfully strengthened her grip around my ass.

The feeling was incredible. I could feel her throat open to accept my knot. As she pulled back, the exquisite pressure of her lips on my shaft was rapidly bringing me to a climax. The same hands that gripped her head and tried to push her back now pulled her head to me. My hips pistoned back and forth, driving my tool deep down my mom's throat. I felt the wetness of her saliva running down my balls. Mom tried to mumble something. Looking back, I think she was telling me not to cum in her mouth. It was too late! She gagged as I fired my seed down her throat. She released my ass and pulled back. I fired two more spurts in her hair and on her face before I collapsed on all fours.

My chest burned with the effort to catch my breath. Sweat ran off my body. I struggled to my knees and sat back on my haunches.

I am sorry baby were the last words mom spoke before she fell back on the mattress. At the time, I thought the apology was for embarrassing dad, not for sucking my dick. As I rose weak kneed, her snoring resumed. I stumbled out of their bedroom. One corner of my mind noted the wet feel of cum leaking out of my dick and onto my thigh.

I was in shock. My mother had just given me a blowjob. Guilt racked me. She obviously thought it was my dad. Or did she?? If she did not, there would be hell to pay. What would my dad say?

I walked the few steps to my room certain my impulsive action had wrecked my life. I was wrong but it had changed in ways an 18 year old could ever imagine.

I woke to sounds of an idling diesel engine and the closer sound of the shower. I could hear voices outside my window. The movers were loading our life. They would unload it on the other side of the continent.

I rose to my elbows in my sleeping bag. I could hear my dad's voice talking to the movers. I stood and padded to the window. The loading of the van was in full force. I could make out our car in the bowels of the cavernous van.

There was a hard knot of fear in the pit of my stomach. What form would my punishment take? Surely getting a blowjob from my inebriated mother carried a bigger penalty than missing a curfew. What if she remembered me stripping her and licking her ass? I felt like a comic book character with the black cloud of despair hanging over his head.

The shower stopped. I heard mom walk barefoot down the hall and into their bedroom. I wondered if she had dressed in the bathroom. Was she standing in the bedroom with just a towel wrapped around her? I had glimpses of her like that, her large breasts straining to free themselves from this terrycloth restriction.

Maybe she was in panties and bra. I had seen her like this. Once when I was about sixteen, I had barged into their bedroom, full of some long forgotten teen-age news. She had on full back pale pink panties. She was in profile as she retrieved a bra from a lower drawer. Her breasts hung full and pendulous, her pink nipples rigid in the chill of the morning.

I recall her reaction was surprisingly casual. She retrieved a bra, slipped into it, and clasped it behind her before she acknowledged my presence.

"Next time, Darryl, knock before you barge in!"

I shook my head violently to clear it. I walked quickly to the shower. The warm water of the shower washed over me. I idly stroked my cock as I flashed back to last night. Mom might not like cum in her mouth but she gave excellent blowjobs. My strokes became hard and faster as I recalled her tongue working its way around my cockhead. In short order, I exploded against the shower wall.

I exited the bathroom dressed in thigh length grey jersey shorts and a matching tee. I wore canvas boat shoes. I had the first driving shift. Dad had assumed rightly that he and mom might be a little worse for the wear after the party last night.

"Morning, mom, dad!" I braced for the storm.

"Hey buddy, dad said brightly, I thought we were going to have to leave you!"

"Son, get those last bags of groceries into the camper, mom ordered."

She held my eye for a moment. She knew! However, she had not told dad. His greeting confirmed his unawareness of what his wife and I did.

***

We had been on the road for about two hours. The traffic was light and the day was sunny and cloudless. Dad dozed in the captain's chair next to me. Behind me mom was preparing ham sandwiches as the strains of classical jazz wafted through the RV.

Dad started as mom touched his shoulder.

"Honey, go eat and then take nap!"

Dad nodded, turned his captain's chair to the side, and stood. He stretched expansively, pecked mom on the cheek and walked to the back. Mom slid into the seat vacated by dad. I stole a quick glance down at her full shapely thighs. The print sundress hit her about an inch above the knee when she was standing. When she sat, it rose to mid-thigh. I could see the juncture were her pink thighs met and then disappeared under the hem. The top was strapless, supported only by her large breasts straining at the elastic band.

She turned her chair to the forward facing position. She lowered the back slightly. She glanced nervously over her shoulder. In the mirror, I could see dad take his drink and sandwich into the bedroom. We both heard the swish of the curtain being pulled.

I shifted nervously in my chair. I had known this moment would come. The moment where mom would confront me and demand...What? I prepared to make an abject apology.

"Darryl, I am very sorry for what happened last night."

My head spun, almost causing me to lose control of the van. She was sorry!?

"Mom, look, what I did...!"

"Sweetie, I did it! I damn near raped my son. My behavior toward you lately is totally inappropriate!"

I remember her head dropped to her chest. A quick glance showed tears streaming down her face. I reached a hand out to comfort her. It ended up on her bare thigh. I squeezed lightly.

"It will be ok, mom! We will work through it!"

I confessed to the liberties I that had taken a few weeks prior. Her head nodded slowly.

"I thought it was a dream. You...You tongued my ass, right?"

My face was hot with my shame as I nodded.

"I never... no one has ever...it was incredible, baby!"

She covered my hand with hers. I was uncomfortably aware that the heat I felt on the back of my hand emanated from under her dress. A scant two inches from my pinky finger was her pussy.

I attempted to pull my hand away. She held it tight and swung her chair so that she faced my right side. Her action caused my hand to slide up her thigh. The hem of her dress partially covered my hand. I was an inch from her pussy.

Traffic whizzed by. The sun beat down from a cloudless blue sky. The highway cut like a grey ribbon through mile after mile of cornfields. A nonsense phrase rambled through my mind: The corn was as high as an elephant's eye. I wondered how many elephants they saw in Iowa cornfields. My pinky brushed the silky cloth of mom's panties. Mom did not move.

"Yes, baby, we will work it out!"

She released my hand and stood. The suddenness of her move caused my hand to slide and bump against her panty-clad pussy. I yanked my hand away from that forbidden recess.

Mom kissed me on my cheek.

"I'm going to sit in back for a while."

As we moved toward our new life in California, I heard the clink of ice in glass. The sharp odor of gin filled the motor home. Oh well, I thought, she needs to relax.

***

Later I heard dad exit the bedroom. He lightly shook my mom who was dozing on the convertible couch.

"Why don't you go lie down, dear?"

I could hear the soft slur of her words.

"No, Hon, I want to keep you company while you drive!"

"How are we doing, son?"

"Great, dad, we are about four hours from the campground."

"Great! Pull into the next rest area and I'll take over."

***

As dad steered the RV back onto the highway, I finished my sandwich and soft drink. Mom sat next to dad. Her feet were on the dashboard. This caused her dress to fall back. I guessed that from dad's vantage point he could see her panties. Dad confirmed this when he whispered:

"Take them off. It will give me something to look at besides concrete and cornfields."

Mom reached back and pulled the curtain that separated the cab from the rest of the camper. They were silhouetted against the setting sun as mom stood and slipped off her panties. I watched as she stood close to dad with her dress around her waist. I could see the outline of his head as he turned and kissed her pussy. They giggled like school kids. Then mom knelt by dad. The outline of her head disappeared into his lap.

As I stood and walked to the bedroom, I heard a sharp intake of breath and the camper wobbled. I closed the curtain, stripped to my boxers, and let my rigid member spring free. I smiled to myself and stroked lightly as I thought about dad getting what I got the night before, one of mom's excellent blowjobs.

I was dreaming that my girlfriend was giving me a handjob. She was stroking it long and slow. She would stop, and then a few minutes later start again. Each time I got close to cumming, she would stop.

I woke in the dark of the bedroom. The only sounds were the classical jazz dad loved, the whine of tires on concrete and the occasional whoosh as a vehicle passed us.

Something restrained me from sitting up. A quick exploration revealed that something to be my mom's arm thrown across my waist. Her hand lay across my crotch.

As I came fully awake, I could hear the burr of her snoring and smell the stale odor of gin. It had not been a dream! At some point, mom had gotten in bed with me. Apparently, she had given me a handjob as she dozed off.

I switched on the overhead light. Mom was on her side, her sundress bunched around her waist. Her 36D pressed into my back. Her nipples felt stiff and hard. One of her legs was thrown over and between mine. Her neatly trimmed black fur scratched against my thigh.

I managed to push her off me. She rolled to her back, one arm covering her eyes. The other lay between her thighs. I rolled to my knees.

I felt the blood roaring in my ears as I beheld her wanton display. I recall the pain I felt as my eighteen-year-old cock slapped my belly. Unconsciously I began to stroke. The urge to bury my dick in her mommy hole was overpowering. I stroked faster. Suddenly I came. My juices hit mom in the belly and splashed. The next spurt hit just above her pussy. The last two dribbled on her hairy cunt.

As lust drained from my sated brain, I was horrified to see what I had done. My mom lay snoring; the area from her belly to her nether regions covered in the thick gooey residue of my passion. As my senses returned, I knew I had to clean her.

There were towels just outside the bedroom. I pulled on my shorts and pulled back the curtain. I could see dad's outline against the other curtain separating the cab from the rear of the RV.

"Is that you, darling?"

He had heard me! My throat opened and closed several times before I could croak my answer.

"No dad it's me!"

"Come up and help me, son! I just passed the sign for the campground exit. I could use some help navigating."

I glanced back at my mom. My cum pooled wetly in her navel. It accentuated pepper and salt of her bush. I reached for a towel.

"Hurry up, son, I'm at the exit."

The truck lurched as dad slowed for the exit. I reached back, grabbed my shirt, and flipped off the light. I walked forward, slipping on my shirt. I slipped into the chair next to dad.

"Is your mom still sleep?"

"Yes, dad, she is!"

"I hope she didn't disturb your sleep. She could not let the convertible couch out. I told her to lie next to you. I was afraid she might hurt herself."

"Not a problem, dad. Zip your pants and take the next right!"

Dad assayed a shit-eating grin and zipped up.

***

By the time mom woke up, we had made our hook ups. We had set up camp and started a fire. She was dressed in ankle length flowered robe. She carried her toiletry kit and a towel.

"Where are you going, dear?"

"I...uh...um...I need a shower. I'm...uh...all sweaty."

As she spoke haltingly, she indicated the common shower area about 100 yards away.

"Mmm ok but son, you go with her. The campground is full and there are some pretty wild parties going on!"

Mom gave me a pointed look.

"Yes, sweety, come with me. I would love your company!"

I reluctantly trailed mom down the trail. The only light came from other campfires. Once we were out of sight of our camp, mom stopped.

"Look, this is getting out of hand. We have to stop it. I'm your mom and the things we have fallen into doing are disgusting!"

"Well, you started it, I fired back!"

"Yes...Yes, I know... and I apologize! Nevertheless, we must get back to a more normal relationship. The path we are on now would be disastrous for our family and for you and me in particular!"

"Ok, mom, ok, but could I ask one question?"

She started walking briskly toward the showers. I had to run a few steps to catch up.

She maintained her brisk pace.

"Ok one question!"

We had arrived at the showers. Mom paused impatiently just outside them.

"Well...um... ah..."

"Hurry up!" I'm not going to stand here all night!"

I blurted out the question that had nagged at me since I saw the outline of mom giving dad a blowjob on the highway.

"Who has the bigger cock and which one did you enjoy sucking more?"

Her eyes widened as shock took over her face. Her brow furrowed and her mouth formed a large O. When her hand started to rise, I thought I was going to get my face slapped. Then her visage softened. An enigmatic smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"That's two questions. But I only promised one answer!"

I still recall the unreadable look in her eyes.

"Yours, she said and stepped into the showers!"

***

When we arrived back at our camp, a couple from neighboring camp had joined dad. They were a 40ish couple enroute to their home in Indiana. The guy was the louder of the two. His voice carried through the night air.

"Honey, son, meet the Andersons!"

John Anderson enveloped my hand in a bone-crushing grip. He then turned to mom and gave her a bear hug that lifted her clear of the ground. As he was, a bear of a man at better than 6' 4" and 250 pounds, his wifedefined petite at barely five feet and less than 100 pounds. She was as reserved as he was outgoing. Her black hair shot with grey, her eyes slate grey. Her tiny breast barely dented her pink tube top. Her shorts were red Lycra. I recall staring at her incongruous large camel toe. She caught me and smiled quietly.

The three of them were drinking homemade hard cider. Judging by dad's watery eyes and sweat sheen, they had been at it since mom and I left for the shower.

Dad and Mr. Anderson sprawled on lawn chairs. The Anderson's had brought a couple of beach chairs; they were lawn chairs without legs. Mom took one and I sat on the ground between mom and Mrs. Anderson. I was not allowed to drink. I became the ad hoc bartender and gofer.

When mom and Mrs. Anderson got a chill, I was dispatched to get a blanket. Everyone was drunk and talking at once. I slipped under the blanket to protect against the night chill. I must have dozed. I woke to a hand in my lap stroking my cock. 

At first, I thought it was mom. However, when I moved my hand to check, the size of the hand said it was Lauren Anderson. She never looked at me. She stayed in the conversational melee. However, she slowly stroked my cock. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of her small soft hand moving delicately up and down my tool. The sheer wickedness of it was enthralling. Not six feet away her husband regaled our assemblage with tales of his fishing prowess.

Suddenly another, larger hand sneaked across my lap. Mom's hand froze when she touched Mrs. Anderson. She quickly snaked it back, a look of consternation on her face. She and Mrs. Anderson exchanged a look over me. Mom's look was angry; Mrs. Anderson's bemused.

Mom bounced up and announced she was going to bed. The set of her head and shoulders betrayed her anger. Mrs. Anderson never stopped playing with my cock. She was rubbing my pre cum over the head of my meat.

"Sweetheart, would you mind getting another bottle, this soldier is dead?" He laughed uproariously at his clever turn of the old chestnut.




Our Secret Ch. 03



"Honey, you know the bottles are buried under our camping gear. Daryl, will you mind helping me?"

As she said this, she tucked my rigid cock back into my shorts. Her hand came from under the blanket. She casually licked her fingers.

"Yes son, go help her, my dad said, but this is the last for tonight. We have to be on the road early in the morning."

Mrs. Anderson stood and beckoned me to follow her. We moved from our campsite, through the sparse trees and across the narrow dirt road to the Anderson's camp.

As we approached their darkened camper, Mrs. Anderson stopped. In the partial light of the moon, I saw her bend and step out of her red Lycra shorts.

"We don't have much time!" She said as she leaned against their camper.

I can look back now and chuckle. This mature married woman had a chance to get some young cock and she was not going to miss the chance. However, the eighteen year old me was stunned. I was scared shitless! Over my shoulder, I could hear the loud laughter of her husband. In front of me, his wife was bent double, naked from the waist down, waiting for me to fuck her.

My hard cock overcame my fear. I rammed all of my considerable length and girth into this tiny harlot. I heard her breath explode from her lungs. I followed her as she slid to her knees. She growled and reached behind. I now know she was trying to slow me down, to keep me from wrecking her tiny twat. However, at eighteen, there is no technique, only need.

She came several times in that four or five minutes of nonstop, pile driving fucking. When my nut finally filled her womb, she was spread eagles face down in the leaves and dirt. I collapsed on top of her, exhausted and sweating profusely.

She weakly pointed at the RV door.

"The cider is in the top cabinet above the sink."

She waved me off when I tried to help her stand. After I retrieved the cider, she was sitting naked from the waist down with her back against the motorhome.

"Tell your mother I'll keep her secret. And tell my husband I went to bed."

"Yes ma'am, I replied politely."

Mr. Anderson and dad were standing, saying their good byes when I returned to our campsite. They were both weaving and promising to stay in touch. As for the cider, Mr. Anderson said keep it as a token of our newfound friendship.

I watched as Mr. Anderson staggered and disappeared into the dark toward his campsite. I recall wondering if Mrs. Anderson had managed to get up and into their RV. A crash behind me drew my attention. Dad had fallen trying to climb the few stairs into our camper. I helped him up and inside.

Mom stood glowering in the cabin, her back to the bedroom. She was clad only in one of dad's tee shirts. The swell of her breast caused the front of the tee shirt to rise to just below her pussy. I stood transfixed at this peek-a-boo peek of her sex. I had thought her anger was aimed at my inebriated dad. That was until she spoke.

"You are a fucking mess, she screamed, have you been rolling in the dirt with that damn hussy?"

"Mom...?"

She advanced toward me and attempted to slap my face. I caught her hand. Dad stood weaving with a silly grin on his face. Mom tried to twist away and fell on her ass. The tee shirt rose above her waist. She did not attempt to cover her exposed pussy.

"Did you fuck that old broad?" Dad slurred. "Good on you!"

Mom struggled to her hands and knees. She was facing my dad sitting on the bed; her full round ass was exposed and pointing at me.

"And you, she screamed at dad, go the fuck to bed!"

They were both drunk enough not to be aware of mom's nakedness. Despite earlier telling me we had to stop our sexual antics, mom was jealous. She saw that tiny vixen as competition for my affection. I do not think she saw it in those terms then but Mrs. Anderson forced her to a decision.

She and dad were in bed when I got out of the shower. I slipped on some boxers, let out the convertible bed, laid down and I was dozing off when I heard movement in the darkened camper. I assumed mom or dad had to use the john. I felt someone sit on the edge of my bed.

"Are you asleep?"

Mom's voice still had the lisp of a person under the influence of alcohol.

"No ma'am!"

In the darkness, I felt her hand find my chest. She began a slow circular massage.

"I didn't mean to yell at you!" 

The sour smell of her alcohol-tainted breath caught my nose as she leaned closer. Just above my head, not three feet away in the cramped confines of the cabover, I could hear dad loudly snoring.

"That's ok, mom. Go back to bed!"

I felt the bed sag as she lay down next to me. She laid her head on my shoulder as her hand trailed across my abdomen.

"You are my baby and I don't want some tramp taking advantage of you!"

Mom's fingers pushed under the waistband of my shorts. Her fingers pushed through the thatch of my pubic hair.

I lay on my back, uncertain where this was going. Her fingers pushed down and slowly gave my cock an open hand massage.

"Mom, you have been drinking. You should go to bed!"

Mom took my cock in her hand and began to slide it up and down its length.

"Ok, just tell me if you fucked her."

Even for an inexperienced 18 year old, I knew this was dangerous territory. However, respect for my parents was ingrained.

"Yes ma' am, I did."

Mom stroking had my dick hard. I felt her body shift. The weight of her body pressed against mine as she straddled me. She was outlined against the window as she rose to her knees. I could feel the scratch of her thatch against my meat.

"That skinny little bitch took advantage of mommy's baby!"

I felt mom's hand guide my cock into her pussy. It slipped easily into her wetness. I thrust up hard and mom groaned. A fantasy of a lifetime, all 18 years of it, was being realized. I was buried ball deep in my mother's fuck hole.

"Easy, baby, easy, not so fast!"

She placed both hands on my chest and began a slow undulating movement of her body. My cock slid easily in and out of her dripping wet pussy. She began a soft cooing sound deep in her throat.

Instinctively, I reached out and grabbed the cheeks of her ass with my hands.

"Mom, I gasped, you should stop. We might wake up dad!"

Her mouth covering mine stopped my protestation. In my mouth, her tongued dueled with mine.

"Fuck, mommy, baby, give mommy your cock!"

"Oh, mom, I have waited so long...!"

Mom quickened her pace. Her breath was coming in sharp gasps. The exquisite feel of her wet sheath sliding up and down my pole was incredible. I felt the pressure of her cervix press against the mushroom head of my cock. Her tightness was incredible. 

"Oh jesus...you are...oh fuck! You are huge!"

I grabbed the bottom of her tee shirt her and stripped it over her head. Her full breasts fell in my face. I leaned forward, sucked in one nipple and suckled like I had so many years ago.

"Oh god baby, yes, yes fuck mommy! Show me how much you love me!"

To this day, I do not understand why my father did not wake up. The squishy sounds of our sex filled the tight confines. Mom was getting louder and louder, demanding that I fuck her harder, demanding that I plant my seed in her pussy. I could feel her pussy spasming around my love pole as her orgasm overtook her. 

He did not even wake up when mom and I both screamed as we simultaneously reached our orgasms. He slept through mom lying on top of me gasping for breath as she tried to come down.

Mom's even breathing said she was going to sleep. I pushed her off me to the wall side of my bed. I flipped on the small wall light.

Mom was snoring lightly, her face streaming perspiration. One arm was thrown over her face. Her body glistened with sweat. I glanced down and saw my seed leaking from her pussy and wetting to the sheet.

"Mom, mom, you have to wake up!" 

I shook her hard but it was useless. I grabbed a sheet from the cabinet and walked the few steps forward to the captain's chair. I let it back and covered myself with the sheet.

I realized that I was at a nexus in my life. I had fucked two mature women and loved their acceptance of sex as natural act. One of those mature women was my mom. An emotional storm that still rages to this day began that night.

The woman whose womb I gestated in, whose birth canal I had entered the world from was now my lover. I dozed off remembering the heat and wetness of her mommy hole.

***

Not surprisingly, I was first up the next morning. By the time dad got up, I had broke camp and packed our stuff away. He was apologetic for leaving me with all the work. He also wondered how mom had ended up in my bed. I offered that mom could not take his snoring. She ordered me into the captain's chair and took my bed. The profuseness of his apology embarrassed me. I had fucked his wife, my mom and he was apologizing to me!

Mr. and Mrs. Anderson walked over to say their good byes. They were also leaving but were heading east to their Indiana home. They promised to look us up if they came to California. I shook Mr. Anderson hand. Mrs. Anderson hugged me, perhaps a little too tight. Dad and I watched as they walked back to their campsite. I smiled quietly as I noted Mrs. Anderson wide legged gait.

***

I was two hours down the road before mom woke up. Dad had already gone back to bed to sleep off the rest of the alcohol. I glanced in the mirror and saw mom swing her legs out of the bed. At first she seemed confused to find herself naked and in my bed. I caught the revelation spreading across her face before I turned my attention back to the road.

I heard water running as she washed up. She padded bare foot forward. She had slipped on her robe. It was tied loosely. The vee that formed allowed me to see her cleavage. One pink nipple peeked out.

"Can I fix you a sandwich, Honey?"

Realizing she was allowing me to see her nipple, she clutched her robe tightly to her body. 

"No thanks mom, I ate."

"Ok sweetly...but...um...ah how did I get in your bed?"

Looking back, I realized this was the first of many alcohol-induced amnesia episodes mom would have.

"You came and got in bed with me last night!"

Confusion was replaced by a partial recall as I watched her.

"Oh my God, oh my God! Did we...you know!"

"Yes mom, we did!"

She plopped down heavily in the passenger chair. We cruised westward on I-80 as mom wrestled with her conscious.

"Baby, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to...I mean it was an accident!"

I took another step toward manhood with my reply.

"So you didn't mean to fuck me?"

It was as though with a cold bucket of water hit her in the face. She rocked back in the chair, her mouth gasped, her eyes bucked and she began to sputter.

"Mom, you crawled in bed with me, got on top and gave me the best fuck of my life. You were incredible!"

She visibly deflated after my outburst. Tidal waves of emotions rolled across her face.

"Look, I am sorry...!"

I reached over, brushed her robe aside, and squeezed her bare thigh just below her sex.

"Don't apologize! It was great"

"Morning, family, dad called from the rear"

"Morning, sleepy head, I called back!"

I quickly pushed a finger into to mom's pussy. Before she could react, I slid my middle finger between her labia and slid it up until I touched her clit. She clamped her legs together, trapping my hand between her thighs. I used my thumb to rub her clit. I felt her wetness as her sex oozed it's juices.

"Good morning, darling, she said breathily"

After a brief struggle, she pulled my hand from between her legs. We both heard dad's bare feet hit the floor. She hurriedly pulled the folds of her robe together as my father stepped to the front. I casually put my pussy juice covered fingers in my mouth. I watched shock and lust compete for prominence on her face as I licked my fingers.

"Champ, find a rest area and we'll switch drivers."

***

I woke several hours later. The sun was setting. 

"Good evening guys."

"Good evening, darling, did you sleep well?"

"Yes ma'am, I did. I was a lot more tired I thought."

"Son, I'm about 4 hours from the campground. I will pull in up here and gas up. You can take us the rest of the way."

***

Dad and mom went inside while I gassed up the truck and checked under the hood. We would arrive at our next stop well after dark. We would stay there about 18 hours. It would give us a chance to stretch our legs and relax. After that respite, the final leg would put us at our destination.

I recall smiling as they walked hand in hand back to the truck. After 20 years of marriage, they were still very much in love. I felt my first pangs of guilt at being the serpent in their Garden of Eden. Years later mom would confide in me that dad was her first. They were high school sweethearts. I was her second. At that point in her life, she only fucked two men.

I could hear mom and dad having sex in the rear of the RV as I continued our journey. The sounds were muted but audible. However, I did not hear the screams of lust mom had made with me. There were sighs, moans and the occasional giggle. She would admit later that sex with me brought out an animalistic need. She referred to it as her bitch in heat mode!

Sometime later mom brought me a sandwich and a soft drink. She settled into the passenger chair. She had a martini glass in her hand.

"Your dad is out for the count, she chuckled."

She was wearing a flowered mid-thigh length satin robe that tied in the front. It emphasized her 36D breasts. She crossed her right leg over her left. The folds of her robe fell back revealing both plump thighs.

"Yes, I laughed, you two had quite a session back there!"

Mom took a deep swallow of her cocktail, draining the glass.

"Oh, she said coyly, you heard us?"

We both laughed at her joke. Mom got up and walked to back to refill her glass. When she returned, she tipped her chair back, tucked her robe between her thighs, and put both feet on the dashboard. The bottom of her robe slid back, revealing a generous portion of her ass.

We chatted idly as we moved toward our stop.

"You know I am still sore from you fucking me!"

A part of me watched in amazement as mom and I discussed sex.

"Who fucked who, I offered in mock seriousness"

"Whoever fucked whoever, it was good!"

I asked the question that all men want to ask. Some never do because they fear the answer.

"Was I better than dad?"

"That's not a question to ask a lady, mom slurred."

We drove silently for a few minutes.

"It was different!"

"Pardon me?" 

Mom was slurring so heavily now that I had trouble understanding her

"It was different with you. It was kinky sex, forbidden sex. The illicit nature of it took me to a place I had never been. I make love with your father; I fuck you."

"What about the skinny bitch?"

"I fucked her, mom, just like we fucked. There was no making love."

We fell silent. Presently I heard her snoring. With her chair still turned toward me, she slumped in her chair and passed out. Her legs were splayed open. Her bush glistened with wetness.

I exited the expressway and wound down the asphalt track to the manager's cabin. I got the directions to our campsite. It was well after 10 pm. For the most part the campground was dark. I slipped into our spot.

Dad was still sleeping in the back. Mom sat slumped in her chart. I got a fire going and stretched out on our lawn chair. Fatigue would hit me later. Now I just needed to relax.

The door to the camper opened. Mom tentatively came down the stairs, the now ever present cocktail glass in her hand. Later I would know that the move was the worst thing to happen to her. She was a plant ripped out by its roots. With care, the plant can put down roots in new soil and survive. Mom would struggle putting down her roots. Her incipient alcohol dependence would turn to full-blown alcoholism.

Her robe was totally open. She swayed as she carefully made her way down the steps. She stumbled, recovered, and made her way to the chair next to mine. I leaned over and cupped her breast in one hand. She shivered as I leaned over and briefly sucked one nipple to hardness. Her free hand encompassed my dick, slowly stroking it. In a short two days, we become comfortable with our sexuality.

"Mom, you need to cover up. Dad might see you like this and wonder what is going on."

"You dad is sick. He is running a fever."

Dad would spend our stay at this campground fighting a flu bug. He refused to be "babied" he insisted that mom and I enjoy the facilities while he recuperated.

Dad's illness changed the sleeping arrangements. Mom would sleep in my bed and I would sleep in a captain's chairs.

Mom was up early tending to dad. He fussed and urged us to get out and enjoy ourselves. While mom was in the shower, I slipped into a swimsuit and some flip-flops. I sat it front while she dressed and tended to dad.

I was speechless when mom exited the camper. She had a bikini that tied on each hip. It was a pale pink. The top tied behind her neck. It struggled to contain her large tits.

Mom was curvy back then but not fat. Her hips matched her bra size at 36". There was fullness to her abdomen but it only added to her sexy maturity. 

I laid down a few rules for our stay. She would only drink beer and we would spend only half the day way from dad. Mom agreed.

We started toward the small lake. The brochure I picked up at the office advertised canoe and paddleboat rentals.

I became aware that other campers were checking my mom out. The men in particular had their tongues hanging out as mom`s tits swayed and hips rolled as we made our way to the lake. I experienced a mixture of annoyance and pride. Annoyance at the lecherous way they ogled my mom. Pride that my woman, my mom was desirable to other men.

We rented a paddleboat and paddled side by side across the lake. On the other side of the lake, there was a small grassy landing area. We pulled our boat onto the landing area. Just beyond the landing area there was a narrow path that led back into the surrounding woods.

I led the way initially. Mom was in a playful mood and kept trying to pull my trunks down. We tussled a little as I tried to keep them up. Finally, I made her go in front. We came to a fork in the path. We took the right one.

I glanced around and saw no one. I quickly grabbed the bow on one side and pulled it open. Mom's bikini bottom sagged to the open side but did not fall off. While she howled in indignation, I scooted to the other side, pulled the bow loose and snatched her bottoms off.

Mom tried to cover herself with both hands.

"Give me my bottoms, mom screamed looking round nervously, someone might see me."

I ran part way up the trail, swinging mom's bottoms above my head.

"Come get them, I shouted as I ran just fast enough to stay out of her reach.

"Please Darryl, please gives me my bottoms."

The path branched again. This time it was narrower and less travelled. It opened on to a small meadow. I slowed and let mom catch up. I held her panty above my head. Mom's tits bounced as she jumped up and down in front of me trying to grab her bottom. I finally relented and let her get them but I quickly reached behind her neck and undid her bra. It flopped to her waist.

"Now what, Mom sighed, you have me naked out here where anyone can see me?"

I stepped forward and placed a finger under her chin. I lifted her chin as I bent forward and kissed her. She returned my kiss with a passion that was frightening. She forced her tongue into mouth and dueled for supremacy. I let my hands drop to her ample ass and squeezed while we played tongue hockey.

"I have never felt so exposed and so fucking horny," my once conservative mother moaned as we came up for air.

I brought one hand between us and lightly rubbed her clit. She sucked in a sharp breath and began humping my finger.




Our Secret Ch. 03



"Mmm, mom you are dripping wet."

"It's for you, baby, for my son, who is opening a new world of sex to me."

We sank to our knees as I continued fingering her pussy. I pushed her on her back and buried my face in the blast force heat of her pussy.

"Oh dear God, baby, dear God! I have never...nev...please, do not stop.

I smiled inwardly as mom humped my tongue. So dad did not eat pussy! My girlfriend and I had experimented with oral sex. It drove her wild. 

Mom bucked and screamed as I slipped a finger in her ass. Her ejaculation hit my face with the force of fire hose. She came all most continuously as I ran my tongue up and down her slit always licking her clit on my up lick. I could feel her sphincter muscles flex and tighten around my thrusting finger.

Finally, I felt her pushing my head away.

"Stop baby, I can't take anymore.

"On your knees, I ordered!"

Mom rolled weakly to her knees. I positioned myself behind her and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her quivering slit.

"Son, I think I hear someone coming!"

I buried my cock deep in mom's pussy. Her head dropped and she pushed back hard. I heard a crunch on the dried pine needles. The outline of a small figure was apparent through the trees.

It was a symphony of fucking. Mom rotated her ass as I thrust deep in her. She was moaning and dripping juices on the leaves. Her back undulated as she took all of me deep inside her. 

"Do you want me to call him over?"

"Please don't make me, baby!"

I beckoned the guy to come out of the trees. Mom was unaware, with her head down and eyes closed.

He stepped from the woods, just in front of mom. I watched as he slowly stroked his cock. It was a respectable size.

"Look up, mom."

"Oh god no, honey! I don't want anyone to see us!"

Mom never slowed in her hard thrust back to meet my thrusts in. She told me later it was the first time she realized she could flex her pussy around my cock. Over the years, we have practiced that. Now mom can sit on my cock and stroke me off just using her pussy muscles.

However, back then she was struggling with her knowledge of our incestuous relationship. Her Christian upbringing screamed at her that she was doing evil. Now another man stood watching her sin. In addition, I was asking her to include him.

I beckoned the fresh faced youngster to come over. He was slight of build with sandy hair and brilliant blue eyes. The class ring on his finger said he was a recent high school graduate. 

I could see he was scared and about to bolt.

"Ask him to come closer, mom."

"please, baby, don't make me!"

I smacked her ass hard.

"Do what I say!"

Her voice quavered as she raised her head and said:

"Come closer, dear!"

The youngster had started backing down the trail. Mom's voice stopped him.

"Come closer"

Despite her protest, mom's pussy was getting wetter; it flexed and stroked my cock as mini orgasms wracked her body.

The youngster took a few tentative forward.

"I...I...sorry... I watched you!"

Then mom surprised me. It was not the first nor would it be the last. In the intervening years, as mom's sexuality grew, she has stretched my limits.

"Have you ever had your cock sucked, Honey?"

Mom groaned as another mini orgasm hit her. I slowly stroked in and out of mom.

"No ma'am!"

He took a few more steps forward. Mom reached for his hand and pulled him closer. His other hand frozen on his cock; his eyes were wide and bright.

Mom pulled him to his knees. She leaned forward and took his cock in her mouth. Her head bobbed back and forth on his cock as I drove deep in her.

"Suck him good, Mom!"

"Mom!?" The youngster asked in surprise.

Mom balanced herself on one hand. With the other, she massaged the youngster's balls. Her guttural growls became deeper and more wanton. She thrust back even harder against me.

"Yes, this is my mother. Have you ever wanted to fuck your mother?"

At first, he shook his head no, but as mom increased her mouth pressure on his dick, he started to come in her mouth.

"Yes, he screamed, yes I want her so bad"

Mom bucked back hard against me, screamed as she came. Her back undulated up and down as her ass thrust back and ground into me. The violence of her orgasm forced me over the top. I groaned as I filled mom once again with my seed.

The three of us collapsed in the damp grass of the meadow. Our newfound friend fell forward, his head at mom's belly. I lay behind her, my softening cock sliding out of her overflowing cunt.

Mom stroked his head. She leaned down and whispered in his ear. She instructed him in the wonders of mom/son sex and how to achieve it with his mom.

***

It was early morning as I guided the RV up Highway 17. From the summit of the Santa Cruz Mountains, I could look down into the fog shrouded Monterey Bay coast. Cautiously I guided the truck down the winding highway and into the fog.

Mom sat next to me, her legs crossed Indian style. Her chair was turned toward me. The tee shirt she was wearing was up around her waist. She idly stroked her pussy as we moved cautiously through the fog. In the rear dad slept, recovering from his flu bug.

Shortly, out of the fog, the exit for highway 9 came into view. Following the directions Dad had received from MVC Enterprises, I negotiated the narrow highway and arrived at the guardhouse. After identifying myself to the guard, he directed me to our house.

I pulled up the winding driveway. Out of the fog, a Swiss chalet appeared. I pulled up to the open end of the building and turned off the engine. Mom and I rose and walked the few steps to the door. There was a chill to the air. Mom sidled closer and I wrapped my arms around her for warmth.

A tall muscular twentysomething was walking up the driveway toward the house. He had a baby on his shoulders. Next to him was an obviously pregnant mature Latina. As they got closer, I could see a welcoming grin on their faces. The youngish looking guy greeted me as I stepped down from the cab.

"Welcome, he said, extending his hand, I am Tom Corcoran! This is my friend, Kathy. Welcome to the Misty Valley Cooperative!

I introduced mom and myself. I also explained about dad being sick. He nodded as his piercing blue eyes flicked over us. I realized how we must look. Our arms were around each other's waist. Dad's tee shirt clung to her lush figure. She was barefoot and her hair was tousled. 

Tom and I would become fast friends. Months later, over glasses of the potent homebrew, he would tell me he knew we were lovers. He also shared that he, Kathy and his mom were lovers.

When I inquired about how his dad and Kathy's husband reacted to this, he frowned. He explained that the compound was evolving into a polyamorous community. He went on to say that his father was so smitten with his two daughters, Angela and Ramona, that he accepted it.

***

That all happen many years ago, but it is still a special time for my mom and me. Just as today is a special day. I look down at her sleeping next to me. There is a smile of contentment on her face. Here at my home, she is still my slut, my mommy slut.

Dad has made a fortune in IT. His life now is a constant striving to keep what he has and get more. Mom and I know he loves her in his own way. We also know that his pending retirement will mark a new period in their marriage. He has promised mom they will travel and enjoy life. He encourages her to visit me often so she will not be lonely

A quick look at the clock shows we need to hurry. I slap mom affectionately on her ass. It is a little broader now. Time will do that. However, we need to hurry to pick up dad at the airport. He is returning from a very successful overseas trip.

I watch as mom sits up in the king size bed and stretches. She leans over and plants a passionate kiss on my lips. She bounds out of bed and moves toward the shower. The soft roll of her mature hips I is still intoxicating to me. I hear the waters of the shower splash in the bathroom.

"Hurry up, son, our son is best man at the wedding today, and we can't be late!"

Yes, our son! Actually it could be either dad's or mine. He was conceived on that cross-country trip so many years ago. But it's all family! 

One couple we are looking forward to seeing is Chuck Hamilton and his mom. Chuck is the youngster from our tryst in that meadow. With time and our help, he and his mom entered into the special relationship that only a mother and son can have.

As usual, they will stay with us and share our bed. We have all come a long way! 



Our Secret Ch. 04



4-The storm

The air was heavy and thick with the cloying humidity of a summer night. The birds had long since given up their sibilant chirping. Only the buzz of cicadas punctuated the night air. Black clouds hid the stars and moon making the darkness hang like black velvet. In the distance, the occasional flash of heat lightning gave promise of a violent summer storm. To paraphrase Shakespeare, the evening would bring a night of sound and fury.

Andre struggled to get to sleep. His fifth wheel provided adequate ventilation but the stillness of the night offered no cooling breeze. He lay nude, twisting and turning on the sweat-drenched sheets. His mood matched the night, dark with flashes of white-hot anger. The divorce had taken everything. He was left with this RV and a condominium in Big Bear California. He was travelling cross-country to his new home. His ex wife and best friend now occupied his home of twenty years.

Hot tears of rage, frustration, and humiliation streaked his face. His fist pounded the mattress in futile rage. He was too fucking civilized! He should have killed them both. He caught them fucking in his marriage bed and he had done nothing!

He swung his feet to the floor and sat up. He reached for the half-empty bottle of Markers Mark, poured a water glass half full and down it in a swallow. He picked up the blunt he had been smoking and relit it. The acrid smell of marijuana drifted about the room and out the screen windows.

Angrily he grabbed the bottle and walked out into the pitch-blackness of the night. He plopped his lanky frame into the fold up lawn chair that sat just outside the door. He took a deep drag on the blunt, letting the acrid smoke fill his lungs.

The campground was only partially full. A hundred yards to his left was a Class A motorhome. The family was comprised of only a 40ish couple. The husband was a big brash Irishman. He loved his whiskey and could tell tall tales all night. 

John, the husband, had insisted he have a drink with them. Andre accepted the invitation with great reluctance. He was in no mood for socialization and idle chatter. However, the big Irishman's bon homme was infectious. Despite himself, his host's obvious zest for life lifted Andre's spirits.

His wife, Lauren, was short, thin and mousy. She seemed to inhabit the eye of this hurricane of a man. She was the calm center, the real anchor of this gregarious Irishman. Physically, there was nothing outstanding about her. She defined petite at barely five feet and less than 100 pounds. She was as reserved as he was outgoing There was no memorable bubble butt, no sensuous lips in an otherwise homely face. She was ordinary. Her body was spare, thin. Her breasts mere bumps on her tee shirt.

Andre thought he detected something else. Beneath that bony frame, a heat, a passion seemed to emanate from her. When she walked by them as they drank, the air felt like it did before a storm, crackling with electricity. Several times, he caught her observing him. He felt a little uncomfortable, like prey that senses the presence of a predator.

The lightning flashed, illuminating the sky. He glimpsed a solitary figure sitting outside the RV. Andre took a pull from his bottle and then a toke from his blunt. He heard the faint crunch of footsteps on the pine needles. Jack was drunkenly aware of his nakedness. He struggled to his feet.

"Don't mind me!" Lauren's squeaky voice penetrated the gloom.

"Please excuse me, Andre stammered, I'll go put some clothes on!"

"No, Andre, you are fine!"

He half turned, struggling to get into his fifth wheel and make himself respectable. He felt a visceral fear. At first his sodden brain rationalized, it was the fear of being seen naked talking to another man's woman. Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, he realized the fear was more primitive then that. He was being stalked. A predator had him in its sights.

Lauren Anderson closed the distance between them. She entered his private space, causing him to take an involuntary step back. Lauren reached out and grabbed Andre's flaccid member.

"I want to fuck; she said unabashedly, I want to be used like a cheap slut!"

Andre tried to step back but she held his cock tightly, almost painfully. She yanked on it several times.

"Look, Lauren, I'm not sure what is going on, but...!

"Sex! Mindless, no strings attached sex that is what is going on! Fuck me, plant your seed in me, and send me back to him!" Her head jerked in the direction of the motorhome

"But...but...!

His words were cut off as she lifted the shapeless shift over her head. She stood naked in front of him. Her body was lean, angular but with the full hips of a mature woman. An almost transparent thatch of blond hair covered her labia. Her eyes never left his as she sank to her knees. A hot fire burned in them. A sudden night breeze, presaging the coming storm, carried the pungent aroma of her arousal.

Reacting to her scent, thousands of years of sexual evolution caused the blood to rush to Andre's tool. It overwhelmed fear. It replaced common sense as the driving force in his life.

Lauren lightly kissed the head of Andre's cock. Then her tongue licked hungrily at the slit. She held his swelling member in one hand while licking it root to tip like an all day sucker. In a slow erotic rhythm, her head moved down and in, then up and back. Loud slurping sounds filled the air as she allowed her saliva to build in her mouth and then trail unchecked down his shaft.

"What... about ...John?" The words issued haltingly from his mouth. His hands hung loosely at his sides. The mix of booze, blunt and unexpected sex caused his head to spin.

She stopped, reached up, placed a hand on his abdomen, and pushed back into the chair. He rocked back, almost missing the chair. He sat with his legs splayed out in front of him and his head resting on the backrest of the chair.

"He is drunk and sleeping. For you, for now, I am your slut. I am the bitch you lusted after in your dreams. I am your ex wife who cheated on you and kicked you out. Take out your lust, your rage, and your need on me!"

She lithely moved forward on all fours. She settled between his legs, kissing the juncture where his scrotum blended into the beginnings of his ass. She leaned forward, forcing her face into the split that formed the two halves of Andre's ass; her tongue wormed its way into that crack. She drew it down until it licked lewdly at his anus. 

Lauren placed her hands on either side, separated his butt cheeks. He started at this crude action. He felt her tongue probing his anus, flicking it then forcing the tip of her molten tongue into it. Her head bobbed as her tongue violated him.

Despite the alcohol and reefer, his member now stood rigid and erect, bobbing expectantly in the stifling night air. A flash of lightning revealed Lauren's sweating face as she licked her way back up his ass, kissing and licking his hairy balls, trailing hotly up his shaft. She spit on the head of his cock. For a moment, they both watched her phlegm trail down the blackness of his cock. Then her mouth engulfed his dick. It felt like a warm wet pussy.

Fear and lust gripped Andre. Fear that her mountain of a husband would catch his wife sucking a stranger's cock, a Black man's cock at that. He would inevitably blame the stranger. However, lust overlaid the fear. Lust that this force of nature called Lauren caused. His hips rocked up violently from the chair as she forced her middle finger up his rectum. He made a futile attempt to escape her anal invasion. 

She choked as she took his cock down her throat. She gagged. Instead of retreating to catch her breath, she rose slightly and inhaled his member forcing it even deeper in her mouth pussy.

Still, her finger moved freely in his ass. At first in the classic in and out motion, then she turned her palm up as she found his prostrate. She raised her head from his engorged member. An almost simultaneous flash of lightening and roar of thunder illuminated her face, revealing a twisted mask of animal lust and need. Saliva, dripped from her open maw onto his rigid pole as she slowly moved her finger back and forth on his prostrate. 

As the first drops of rain splashed on his forehead, Andre was startled to hear an animal scream filled the stormy night. The drumming of the rain on the pine needle covered ground partially muted this roar of passion. Overhead, the fir trees branches whipped about in response. The scream was long and mournful. It rose up and down the scale. A part of him realized he was the animal screaming in the night. His cry was forced from his throat. Lauren was drawing his seed and his cries with her skilful massaging of his prostrate.

However, she would not let him come. She maintained a tight painful grip on the root of his member, preventing him from coming. She would take him to the edge then pull back. He roared his frustrations into the night air. His hips pumped futilely up and down. Only his neck on the back of the chair and his feet on the ground balanced him. 

"Are you a man, she growled over the fury of the storm. Can you satisfy a woman? Or is it only your need that must be sated?"

"WH...wha...what?" Lust clouded his brain and thickened his tongue.

"You watched, didn't you? You did not rush in, howling in indignation. You watched your best friend fuck your wife, take her to heights you never could!"

He flashed back to that day.

He had left work early. Today was Anne's birthday. A stop by the florist was definitely in order, And a box of those candies she loved so much... Turtles! He hummed to himself as he made the stops necessary to gather his offerings to his wife...his goddess!

The drive home was quick and uneventful. It was hours before the rush hour. In a scant few minutes, he exited the expressway. He tooled down the main street of his suburban village, past the mall with its upscale shops, through the surrounding commercial area with the auto body shops, and signs screaming out discount oil changes.

He turned into the long tree lined drive that led into his gated community. The guard waved amiably as his transponder opened the gate and admitted him to this upscale enclave set among the trees. The drive led into a circular drive that moved past private drives that led to the semi seclusion of the dwellings.

He turned into his drive. His long time friend's car partially blocked his access to the attached garage. The sight faintly irritated him. An inner portion of him resented the fact that his free access to his home was blocked. He smiled quietly to himself at his silliness. Tom was a good friend. In the ten years that had lived in this community, Tom and his wife, Clare, had become fast friends. They often vacationed together.

He squeezed his sedan into the space next to Tom's car. He realized that entering the garage was out of the question. Anne always parked on this side of the garage. He exited his car. He reached into the passenger's seat and retrieved the candy and flowers. He walked around to the side of his home. He fumbled with his keys but finally worked the lock and entered the kitchen.

Andre was a little surprised that Tom, Clare, and Anne were not in the kitchen as they normally were when they visited. Then he recalled that Clare was at her mother's. She and Tom had a spat. That seemed to happen more often lately. Sometimes the tension between them was palpable. It had strained the friendship between the two couples and particularly between Anne and Clare. They figuratively circled each other like female cats, sniping and spitting innuendoes. 

He heard sounds emanating from down the hall. His abdomen fluttered. He moved down the hall toward their bedroom. Groans and a loud slapping sound wafted from that direction. The sounds were disturbingly familiar. He turned into the bedroom.

"Move you bitch, move! Back that ass up and take this cock!" Tom's hand rose in the air and came down violently on Anne's ass.

"Gimmee that dick you bastard! This is your pussy! Gawddammit use it!"

Andre stood transfixed. His mind struggled to resolve what he was seeing.

WHACK!

Tom's hand smacked Anne's ass again.

"Tell me what you are!"

WHACK!

"I'm a slut!"

WHACK!

Andre could see the bright red of his wife's ass.

"What kind of slut?"

WHACK!

"I'm a cheating slut! I'm your cheating slut!"

As Andre stood frozen, Tom thrust hard into Anne's pussy; she rocked back to meet his thrusts and they both started coming, bucking and snarling their obscene endearments.

"What the fuck is going on, Andre said weakly"

WHACK!

His head snapped as Lauren slapped him again. She had straddled the chair and mounted him. He could feel his cock sliding effortlessly in and out of her well-lubricated hole. The rain drove down violently on them. The thunder and lightning were almost continuous. 

In a flash of blue lightning, he saw her raise her hand to slap him again. His hand darted up and grabbed hers. He held it tightly as his free hand swung up hard and rocked her head with a vicious slap.

"You cheating bitch!"

"Yes...yes, Lauren moaned her back undulating, I'm a cheating bitch!"

Her eyes closed, her hands moved to rest on his chest, her ass pistoned up and down, she was lost in the ecstasy of her lust.

WHACK!

She moaned as Andre slapped her hard across the face. The rain poured down turning the pine needle covered ground to mud. Andre rolled Karen off him and into the mud. He forced her to her knees. He rammed his black meat deep into her spasming pussy. He watched his ebony tool disappear into the pinkness of her hole. The mud flew as he smacked her skeletal behind.

"Why...why...why, Andre cried as he drove deep into her willing sex hole!"

The only reply was the animal mewling of Lauren punctuated by flashes of lightning.

He felt his seed filling his balls. His cock began to swell. Lauren felt him swell in her as cum moved up his cock.

"Please...yes...please...breed me...fill my womb!"

Andre came explosively, his seed spewing from him in a flood. His hard thrusts into her, forcing his seed deep in her womb matched hers, accepting it. Lauren felt his tool press hard against her cervix. As he collapsed on top of her, she raised one hand and felt her abdomen. She felt her feral heat wane, her need sated.

Andre rocked back on his knees. The driving rain partially cleansed the mud from them. He was exhausted. He rose, balancing himself on the lawn chair. He watched Lauren rise and walk naked toward her motor home in the lessening rain. The fury of the storm had been brief and violent. He turned and staggered up the few stairs into his fifth wheel. He passed out as he fell across the bed.

Andre woke to the bright sun streaming through the netting. The air smelled fresh and clean. The cleanliness of the morning air belied the mess of dried mud and pine needles he lay in. Wrinkling his nose in distaste, he stripped the filthy sheets from the bed and tossed them in the corner.

A quick inspection showed he was not in much better shape. Mud streaked his body. He slipped on some shorts and flip-flops, grabbed his toiletry kit and exited his camper. He spied Lauren's mud covered shift in the mud. He pondered what he should do with it.

It did not seem appropriate to take it down to her and her husband. What would he say? Your wife and I fucked in the rain and she left her dress. He leaned down, picked it up, and tossed it under his camper.

With some apprehension, he began the walk to the communal showers. His path would take him by John and Lauren's RV. John was a big guy and might take exception to his wife fucking a stranger. Then, he might have been in on it. Maybe this was their kink, to have his wife fuck strangers as they moved about the country.

A phrase popped into his head: Breeding Frenzy. They fucked like dogs in heat, the need to reproduce clouding all reason. He shook his head ruefully. I am over analyzing a great fuck, he thought! 

He glanced up as he made his way through the sparse trees. The site where their RV had sat was empty! He stared blankly. He could see the impressions of the wheels in the saturated mud. They were gone! He could not recall them saying anything about leaving. However, he had been in a reefer and alcohol induced fog. He had been wallowing in self-pity. Maybe they told him and he could not remember.

Whatever! He continued on to the showers. He needed to shower, break camp and resume his journey to his new home. A new life awaited him in California.



Our Secret Ch. 05



What started as a pleasant family cruise to celebrate the 18th birthday of the twins turned into a terrifying abduction by south sea pirates. Craig heard the thrum of the powerboat's motors over the roar of the ocean. At first, he thought the roar was the storm intensity increasing. He debated whether to wake up his other family members to handle the fury of this South Pacific storm. They had all went to get some rest when they felt the storm was lessening. Then Craig heard the bump as the other boat hit the side of the sloop. Before he could react, the three pirates quickly overwhelmed him. Then they wakened the rest of his family. 

Tom, his father, jumped naked from his and Alison's bed. He managed to throw a respectable haymaker that stunned one of the pirates. The brigand fell back against the bulkhead. However, before Tom could press his advantage, the other pirate struck him savagely over the eye with a wrench. Tom crumbled to the floor like a ragdoll.

Craig tried to help his father in the scuffle but the third pirate placed a knife to his neck and twisted his arms behind him. Their language was unintelligible but the order was unmistakable; death would be the punishment for further resistance.

The pirates quickly duct taped Craig's hands, mouth and legs. Then they turned their attention to Alison and Carol. They duct taped the women's hands behind them. 

Craig's sister, Carol, was clad only in panties and bra. One pirate grabbed the front of her bra, tugged brutishly and ripped it off her. Carol screamed as the material cut into the soft flesh under and around her breasts. He leered something to his companions, then turned, grabbed Carol's nipple and twisted it hard. She screamed at the pain and the violation.

The other two bandits had forced a screaming Alison on the floor next to her unconscious husband. One held her legs trying to force them open while the other opened his pants. His massive, sweaty, smelly cock uncoiled from his pants like an elephant's trunk. He grunted something to his buddy and lewdly laughed as he tried to force his cock into her mouth. Alison screamed as her head twisted from side to side, trying to avoid his cock.

The large smelly brigand pulled his knife and placed the tip of the blade against Carol's throat. Alison's eyes widened in terror. Carol whimpered as the tip of the knife caused blood to dribble from her neck. Alison nodded, accepting the outrage to save her daughter. 

Craig at first watched in horror as the pirates began violating his mom. Then brutal eroticism overtook him.

Craig was appalled at his arousal as he watched the pirate force the head of his massive smelly tool into his mother's mouth. At first, his mom's eyes were wide in terror. Then he saw lust replace terror. His arousal grew as his mother's head bobbed on the interloper's massive dick. Lust replaced shame as he watched transfixed as the other pirate dropped his pants and began forcing his snake into his mother's pussy. 

Alison was incredibly aroused. Being taken by these filthy men was humiliating, but at the same time sickeningly erotic. She flashed back to her lover. He treated he like a tramp. She was not the untouchable trophy wife her husband thought she was, a decoration for his arm at the MVC board meetings. She was a pussy with legs. Her only function was to get herself in a position to receive cock.

She thrust her pelvis up, trying to force the huge meat into her needy pussy. These disgusting men instinctively knew what she was and what she needed.

Her jaws ached from trying to take all of the pirate's cock in her mouth. His cock was slimy, filthy, smelling of stale urine and old sweat. She could not get enough of sucking it! Alison groaned loudly as the other pirate forced his massive tool into her eager hole. 

She looked over at her children. She saw the terror in Carol's eyes and felt pity and love for her. Then her eyes found her son. She was shocked at the bulge in her son's shorts. She watched him lick his lips hungrily. He was caught up in the eroticism of her violation. Their eyes met and locked. Alison thrusted hard to force even more of the strange cock into her pussy. Her head bobbed feverishly on the interloper's filthy tool. Mother and son shared the moment. The pirate thrust hard into Alison and she and her son groaned in unison. He was witness to her violation. They shared an unspoken perverse stimulation at her abuse.

She thrust up hard onto the pirate meat invading her nether regions. Her son's eyes widened. His bulge grew. They were involved spiritually in this moment. Alison felt herself getter wetter. The knowledge that her son watched her ignominious violation only heighten her arousal. The pirate pointed at her gushing pussy and laughed something to his friend.

Then the ship, struck broadside by a massive wave, rolled on its side. Carol, Tom and Craig were thrown across the cabin. They rolled up against the legs of the pirates and Alison. They ended up in a human pile against the bulkhead. Alison groaned in disappointment as the pirates' cocks fell from her mouth and red hot pussy.

Bound hand and foot, Craig was helpless. Craig saw fear appear on the faces of these interlopers. The one getting a blowjob stepped back and yelled something. The other stepped back, pulling his cock out of Alison. The third one released Carol and bolted for the ladder, quickly followed by the other two. The storm's intensity was increasing again. Preoccupied with their violation of Alison, the pirates let the boat turn sideways to the storm. Each new wave battered the sloop. They were in danger of sinking.

The pirates bolted up the stairs to the deck. The sloop rolled to the other side and water poured into the cabin. Craig was face down, his head under water. He coughed violently as seawater entered his mouth. His father, unconscious, floated on his back.

"Mom, Carol screamed, wrap your legs about Craig's waist to keep his head above water. I'll do the same for Dad!"

Carol scooted forward in the rising water, wrapped her legs around her father's waist, supporting his head on her abdomen. Alison did the same for her son.

Craig coughed violently getting the water out of his lungs. He realized that his face was pressed firmly between his mother's thighs. The action of the waves caused his head to slide up and down against his mother's smooth shaven pussy.

He could hear the pirates yelling at each other on deck. The boat righted itself and rolled again. He heard the pirates scream, then nothing but the howl of the wind.

The gyrating boat tossed the family violently about the cabin. Craig's head slammed hard into a bulkhead. As he passed out, he thought they were going to die

***

Salt water washing into his mouth caused Craig to wake up gagging. He struggles vainly to sit up. He managed to scoot around and get his back against a bulkhead. Slowly he regained his faculties. As his vision cleared, he took in the mess that was the cabin.

There were several inches of water in the cabin. Around him bedding floated. The cabin itself tilted at 45-degree angle. Instead of sitting on opposite walls, the four of were jumbled together in a pile at the low side of the cabin.

The sloop was awash and seemed to be sinking. A quick assessment showed him that ship was listing heavily. On the upside, the salt water loosened the tape. He managed to free his hands. He ripped the tape from his mouth.

"Mom, dad, Carol, are you ok?"

Craig freed his legs and crawled to his mom. She lay with her head against the bulkhead. Her lower body draped over his unconscious father. Her legs floated open. Craig stared at his mother's shaved sex. Her labia formed a thin line through her vulva. Allison's voice snapped him out of his reverie

"Thank God you are free. Undo my hands and I'll get Tom loose while you untie Carol."

Carol was semi-conscious; her eyes were heavy but partially opened. Her head lolled to one side. There was a purple bruise where her nipple had been twisted.

The seawater had wet her panties and made them transparent. A part of his mind noted this as he undid the tape on his sister. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her to her feet. Even bedraggled from being soaked by seawater his sister's breast stood proudly at their full 34C.

He half carried, half walked her to the deck. 

The ship was laying on its side, hung up on a coral reef. The sloop rose and fell with the waves. In the distance at some 300 yards was a verdant atoll. It was like a thousand others that dotted the South Pacific.

He hurried below and helped his mom get his dad above decks. The exertions and the intense heat had sweat pouring off his body. Sweat also covered Alison's nude body. The sweat ran in rivulets through the twin peaks of her breasts. 

Visions of Swiss Family Robinson popped in to his head.

For a few brief moments, the family lay full length on the canted deck. While time was of the essence, they needed to rest before next big push, moving from the sinking boat to the atoll.

Tom Hanlon lay face down on the deck, a big angry purple colored lump just above his left eye. Periodically he would groan and move.

Carol was flat of her back, her young firm breasts heaving in exhaustion. She had one arm over her eyes to shield them from the brutal Pacific sun. The other curled across her abdomen.

Alison lay on her side facing her son. She watched his chest heave as he gasped for air. She let her eyes trail down to his man meat. The outline of it against shorts captured her attention. She felt a tingle between her thighs as she observed his flaccid member curl across his upper thigh, the head disappearing between his thighs. She was not a woman given to deep emotions. However, the ordeal had changed her and she was not sure what that change was.

Craig set up. Though every muscle in his body ached, he knew they had to begin salvaging what they could. For a brief moment, his eyes locked with his mother's. Then, he scrambled back into the cabin. The two waterproof lockers were intact. One contained assorted tools. The other contained their supply of foodstuffs.

They needed to leave the boat. In the last few moments, it had settled deeper in the water. In addition, the action of the waves was banging it against the coral reef. In short order, it would be ripped apart

"Mom, Carol, I'm going to need one of you down here to help me!"

Allison's lithe body splashed into the rapidly rising water. Sweat and seawater streamed over her large breast and rivulets ran through her cleavage. Her mane of ebony hair hung limply on her shoulders. Her full mature hips cut a wake through the brackish water.

"What do we need to do, Craig?"

Craig explained his plan. They needed to salvage everything they could and move it to the canted deck of the sloop. Then they would construct a makeshift raft to float them to the atoll.

Allison and Craig struggled to get the large lockers on deck. The watertight compartments helped their struggle, causing the lockers to float. Still it took both of them working shoulder to shoulder to manhandle the lockers to the foot of the canted ladder.

Inevitably, due to the tight confines and the weight of the lockers, their bodies were in close contact. Allison's breasts rubbed across Craig's arms and back as they jockeyed the lockers through the hatch and onto the ladder. To get the lockers through the hatch and on deck, Carol had to pull from on top while Alison and Craig stood on the narrow stairway, belly-to-belly, and breast to chest, pushing. The unintentional eroticism was not lost on either of them despite their dire straits.

Craig shook his head to clear it of the images of his mom getting fucked and sucking dick. He felt his cock thicken. Alison felt his cock harden against her thigh as their bodies were plastered together on the ladder. Images of the lust on his face when the pirates raped her caused a tingle between her thighs.

Once Allison lost her balance and fell back into the rapidly filling cabin. Craig extended a hand to help her. He slipped and fell on top of her. They both had the wind knocked out of them.

For a few moments, they lay in a missionary position, wheezing for air, their eyes closed. The rocking motion of the sinking sloop caused Craig's cock to saw up and down on his mom's labia. Allison took a sharp breath. Despite their dire situation, or maybe because of it, she was aroused. 

Craig lay full length on his mom. Their eyes opened and locked. He felt the scratch of the stubble of his mom's pubic hair against his cock. For a brief moment, they held each other's eyes as their crotches rubbed. For a fleeting moment, Craig felt his mom push up against his manhood... or maybe it was the water.

Embarrassed by their accidental intimacy, Craig rose to his knees, his cock hung semi hard just above his mom's spread legs. The water was now knee high. He lifted Alison to a kneeling position. What, he thought, had almost happened?

Allison laid her head on her son's shoulder. She was exhausted. The adrenalin that had carried her this far was wearing off. She wrapped her arms around her son and began to cry. She gripped him tightly her ample breast pressed against her son's well-muscled chest. She was conscious of her sex pressed against Craig's cock.

"Baby, I am so scared! What's going to become of us?"

Craig was aware of it also. In spite of their circumstances, he felt his cock harden. It rose between his mother's thighs and settled against her pussy. Allison's gaze was downward. She saw her son's massive erection rising through the waters. Her heart skipped a beat as animal instinct kicked in. The breeding instinct of a fertile female for an aroused male caused her heart to quicken. She let her knees flex downward to increase the pressure against her sex. Ever so slightly, she rocked back and forth, feeling his meat slide across her super heated sex.

"We'll make it, Mom! We must work together but we will make it!"

Craig felt the pressure of his mom's pussy sliding along his dick. It sent a shock through his body causing him to thrust forward reflexively. For a moment, mother and son dry humped each other.

Sweet Jesus, she thought, sweet jesus I need it! I need this cock!

Then the mother instinct caused her to be disgusted with herself. She moved away. I am overwrought she thought. The conditions of the shipwreck are causing me to let my guard down. My god I was getting off with my son!

They scramble to the deck of the rapidly sinking boat, Allison leading the way. Craig's face was inches from his mom's butt as they crawl onto the deck. The pungent aroma of her arousal invaded his nostrils.

Once on deck, he retrieved an axe from the waterproof locker, Craig chopped down the remnants of the mast. Using parts of the sail and rope, he lashed the parts of the mast together.

His father was the first ferried across on the make shift raft. They settled him under the shade of a large palm tree. He did not look good. The swollen left side of his face was an angry purplish red color. He mumbled and thrashed about. 

Alison frantically looked around for something to mop her husband's fevered brow. Carol saw her mom's distress. She stepped out of her panties and handed them to her mom. Alison used her daughter's panties to mop her husband's brow. 

For rest of the day, Craig and Carol ferried what they could salvage to the island. Most of the clothes were lost. Craig did find several packages of tee shirts he and his dad had bought for the trip. The watertight bags had kept them from getting soaked in seawater.

He offered these to his mom and sister to cover their nakedness and protect them from the brutal sun. They accepted the shirts gratefully. Mom and daughter removed the shirts from the packages and donned them.

Despite their circumstances, they tittered when they observed each other. Both Craig and his dad were big guys at better than 6' 4" and roughly 230 lbs.

Alison had the bigger tits so her tee shirt completely covered her ass in back but left her pussy partially on display. On the other hand, Carol had a smaller chest but dad's stocky body. Her tee shirt barely covered her ass and pussy.

Allison sat in the sand next to her husband. She gently stroked his brow.

Craig noticed that when his mom sat like that, one leg curled under her, the other extended, her labia pulled apart in a most disturbing way exposing her inner pinkness. What in the fuck is wrong with me, he thought, my daddy is in a semi coma and I'm ogling my mother's pussy.

"There seems to be higher ground toward the center of this atoll. I'll explore there. We need to find water."

"Wait, baby, I don't want us to get too separated. Let's agree right now that we travel in pairs. That way one can help the other."

That made perfect sense to the three of them. The twins picked up two pails salvaged from the sloop and began their trek into the interior. Carol insisted on leading the way. For her it confirmed her dominance as the older, by 3 minutes, of the two. 

Craig was disturbingly aware of the sway of his sister's ass. Her ass cheeks rolled seductively from side to side as they made their way through the jungle undergrowth. He chuckled as he thought of the old saw: Like two little boys wrestling under a blanket.

The jungle suddenly opened on a lagoon. 

They were elated at finding fresh water. They charged into the tepid water, whooping and hollering. For a few minutes, they engaged in horseplay. Carol managed to get on Craig's back, her legs wrapped around his neck. Craig reached behind his head and got his hands on her ass. Using his athlete's strength, he lifted her up and over his head. He threw her head first into the water.

Later they rested sitting cross-legged on the grass covered bank of the lagoon. Carol noticed that Craig was stealing peeks at her bare pussy. She smiled inwardly at this throwback to their childhood. They used to sit cross-legged on their bed and compare the differences in their bodies. It was the normal "show me yours and I'll show you mine". A few times they had touched each other to see how it felt. However, they were not kids anymore.

"Eyes up!" she said playfully.

Craig grinned ruefully.

"Sorry, Carol, but the tension of this ordeal has left me incredibly horny. Call me strange, but there it is!"

"Same here, little brother. If you are right about us being way off course, we may be here for a while."

They looked at each other speculatively. Like most twins, they had an ability to communicate silently. They had never done more than the occasional grab ass. But here, anything could happen! Craig stood abruptly.

"Let's fill the pails and get back to mom, he said brusquely, she'll be worried!" 

After filling their water pails, the twins decided to enjoy the coolness of the water once more before they began their walk back to camp.

They were splashing the water on each when Carol's shoulders began to shake. Craig realized she was crying.

"What's the matter Carol?"

"I am so scared! We're shipwrecked. Dad is very severely injured. We have no way to call for help. What are we going to do?"

Craig was scared also. He shared all of his sister's fears. He also knew that he must be strong. By default, he was the leader of this group, this family. He must give them the best chance for survival.

He placed a finger under her chin and lifted her lips to his.

"We are going to survive, Big Sister, we are going to do all we can to pull through this!"

Carol waded closer to her brother. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Instinctively she knew he had the strength that they would need to survive. She aggressively forced her tongue in his mouth. She wrapped her legs around her brother's waist. Her hunger and fear were expressed by her need for him. His cock slid naturally into his sister's sex. Their need for each other was visceral. 




Our Secret Ch. 05



Craig placed his hands under his sister's ass. He began thrusting violently. Theirs was a copulation of need, of support. Carol's head fell back. She could feel his cock ravaging her cervix, driving out her fears as he drove deep into her.

"Fuck me, Craig, fuck me hard! I want all you are to be in me. Give me your seed and strength!"

They thrust again each other. Carol leaned forward and wrapped her arms around her brother's neck.

"I want to look at you, she moaned, I want us to look in each other's eyes as we orgasm."

They came together, thrusting hard, their eyes locked. They saw the need, the lust, and the love in each other's eyes as they orgasmed.

***

Allison was relieved to see her children emerge from the jungle. Relief flooded her body. They were safe. 

Her husband was not doing well. He obviously had a severe concussion. Tears welled in her eyes as concern for Tom and despair at their situation overtook her.

She was not a strong person. Her life style, fuelled by Tom's wealth had shielded her from the slings and arrows of life. It certainly had not prepared her for him being incapacitated and stranded on a tropical island. It just was not fair!

Unconsciously, Allison began to transfer her dependence to her son. She loved, and she would religiously care for her husband, but her son was now the alpha male. It was he, Craig, who would care for her.

Craig could see that his dad was not doing well. He understood that they would have to do the best they could for him with what they had. That amounted to bandages, aspirin and some antibiotics. 

The first order of business was shelter, then food. 

"Mom, inventory the food locker and fix us something to eat. Carol and I are going to construct some kind of shelter."

Allison nodded obediently and strode to the food locker, leaving her husband unconscious in the shade.

Carol and Craig busied themselves constructing a shelter. Neither had any skills in this endeavor but through dogged determination, they constructed a lean to of broken spars, Palm fronds and scraps of sail. It would protect them from the sun and a light shower but little else.

After eating, they were all exhausted. In the gathering darkness, they moved Tom into one side of their shelter. Allison lay down next to him, Craig next to her and then Carol. They dropped off to sleep immediately. 

The cawing of birds startled Craig awoke. He was confused about his surroundings at first. Then the drama of the previous day flooded back into his mind. They were shipwrecked! 

He was conscious of the warmth of the bodies surrounding him. He was spoon fashion with Carol, an arm thrown over her waist. Behind him, Allison lay cuddled against him, also spoon fashion, her arm thrown over his hips. Dad was lying on his side facing away from them.

Allison stirred, her fingers trailed down his large muscular thighs. She was in that twilight zone between sleep and wakefulness. She thought it was Tom next to her. She usually woke up horny in the morning. Some mornings, she and her husband would make love. Other mornings she would slowly stroke his cock while she fingered herself.

Craig was shocked to feel his mother's hand encircle his morning wood. Her small hands could barely hold his member as she stroked. Over the cawing of the birds, he heard that unmistakable squishy sound of a wet pussy. He pretended to be sleep and rolled to his back.

Alison murmured in her sleep but did not miss a stroke. One hand slowly stroked her son's cock. The fingers of the other hand flew over her engorged clit, her fingers delved deep into her slippery wet cunt. She began to moan, her hips thrusting against her hand. 

Craig opened his eyes. He struggled not to cum as his mother's hand flew up and down his engorged member. He turned his head to see his mom furiously masturbating, her hand disappearing into her honey pot. He turned on his side and supported his head with one hand. He was sexually active and very experienced but he had never seen a woman so completely lost in this act of self pleasure. 

Craig took his free hand and ran it lightly over his mom's taut abdomen. He felt her shiver at his touch. He moved his hand with feather like movements up her belly to the gentle curve of her breasts. He turned his head to see his sister sitting up and looking over his body at their mother. 

Carol wrapped her arms around her brother and whispered: 

"Oh my fucking god! She is really into it!"

"Yes, and she look so fucking hot!"

As Craig squeezed his mom's nipple, she thrust up hard and began to shake as her orgasm overtook her. With her fingers still buried in her pussy, she rose until her shoulders and heels only supported her. Then she collapsed back on the sand.

Alison opened her eyes to see her son and daughter watching her debauchery. She was at once humiliated and aroused.

"Wha...What...are...what are you doing?"

Alison was coming down from her morning frigging of her pussy. She was unaware her fingers still moved idly around her Mons.

"Mom, Craig said, that was beautiful!"

Carol moved on hands and knees around her brother and to the opposite side of their mom. She leaned down and gently kissed her mom's nipple.

"Stop...stop, Carol! We can't do this!!" Alison felt a mouth on her other nipple. She turned her head to see her son suckling her. Her fingers began to slide sensuously in and out of her dripping wet cunt. "OH god, no Craig, nooooo!!

Despite her protestation, again Alison began humping her hand. The depravity of what was happening repulsed and excited her. Her children were suckling at her breasts. She had never breast fed. The idea of her breasts filling with milk and hanging pendulously was a turn off. But this...this was so....! She felt Carol release her nipple and kiss her abdomen.

Carol kissed her mom's navel. She traced the outline of it with her tongue. She felt her mom shiver. Carol kissed the top of her mom's Mons. She gently pulled Alison's dripping wet fingers from her pussy. She sucked and licked each finger.

Craig followed his twin's path down their mom's body. With one hand, he massaged her breast and pinched her nipple. He lay his head on his mom's belly planting soft kisses as he watched Carol's head disappear between their mom's thighs. 

Alison body arched up from the palm frond mattress as her daughter's tongue entered her overheated snatch. Her arms, which were raised in the air almost in supplication, fell to her body. One landed on her son's head. She stroked his sweat soaked mane. The other fell on her daughter's head. Wantonly, she surrendered to this ultimate taboo, pressing Carol's head into her pussy. Somehow, she was not surprised when she felt Craig slide down her body and his tool slap against her face. She sighed and took him in her mouth.

Alison was hungry to suck a cock, any cock, to replace the image of the pirate's cock in her mouth. Her head bobbed sensuously on her son's cock. She tasted the salty sweatiness of his pre cum filling her mouth. She closed her eyes and saw the large, smelly trunk of the pirate's cock in her mouth. Despite the tender ministrations of her daughter on her nether regions, she felt the huge elephant trunk like head of the pirate ravaging her labia as he forced his meat into her pussy.

Alison humped hard against her daughter's head. A part of her flashed back to the pirates taking her. As her pussy gushed, she was disgusted with herself at how much she wanted that violation.

Carol turned, extending one leg and bending the other at the knee, creating a cradle for her brother to place his head between her thighs. She moaned as she felt his tongue lick aggressively at her swollen labia. Mother, son and daughter let this act of love relieve the uncertainty of their isolation. Hungrily they gorged themselves on each other's sex.

Next to them, Tom Hanlon sat up. His fevered mind was only dimly aware of where he was or what had happened. The brain damage that would be ultimately diagnosed left him with only a basic understanding. He watched his family gorging themselves orally in their triangle of lust. He crawled until he was mere inches from the incestuous trio and began masturbating.

Craig was cumming, filling his mother's mouth and belly with his seed. He reveled in her skill and enthusiasm at sucking cock. As he humped her mouth, he glanced up. Tom Hanlon sat cross legged watching them. A thin sheen of sweat covered his nude body. His eyes were unfocused. Tom was masturbating furiously as he watched his family in their orgasmic throes.

"Dad, are you alright?"

Alison bolted upright. Her son's cock fell from her mouth, leaving a trail of cum down her cheek. Frantically she pushed her reluctant daughter's head from between her thighs. A flood of emotions shot threw her. Lust replaced fear and an underlying concern for her husband's health.

"Tom, oh Tom, what...we were...Oh Tom I am so sorry!"

Wide eyed, Carol rose from between her mom's thighs. She unconsciously ran the back of her hand over her mouth, wiping away Alison's juices. Her heart beat like a trip hammer in her chest as she crawled closer to Craig, putting his body between her father and her.

As the three of them sat in this frozen tableau, Tom Hanlon began to cum. The first spurt flew two feet across the sand and scored a bulls eye on Alison's belly. She yelped as though hit by scolding water. She was retreating when she hit her son's broad chest. The second spurt landed hotly on her thigh. Tom Hanlon dribbled semen from his rapidly shrinking cock. His hands dropped slowly to either side of him, palms up. He dropped on his side to the sand, closed his eyes and drew himself up into a fetal position.

From behind him, Carol wrapped her arms around her brother and began crying. Alison turned her head into Craig's chest and began to wail also. Craig stroked his mom's hair and made soothing noises to calm the women, his women.

"it's ok, concussions are weird. Dad was awake but still unconscious. He saw us and he didn't see us. Calm down!"

"What if he remembers, Alison wailed?"

"He won't, Craig assured his mother!"

"Are you sure, Craig, Carol asked?"

"I'm sure! Mom take a damp towel and wipe the sweat off him."

Obediently, Alison crawled the few feet to her husband. She moistened a towel and began wiping the sweat from his body. She glanced down and saw his now shriveled cock, dribbling its last drops uselessly into the sand.

***

Their mom had prepared a lunch of sardines, crackers and bottled water. They sat crossed legged and planned their survival. There were little things like, save the plastic bottles and caps to store water. There were bigger things like laying out a SOS that could be seen by a passing plane and gathering wood for a large bonfire for passing ships and searching airplanes.

They discussed moving their camp closer to the small lake. There was also a need to set up a lookout at the top of the hill to search for passing ships. They went back and forth on how to set up a lookout and honor their rule about being in pairs.

Throughout the discussion, both women sat cross-legged in front of Craig. The sight of Carol's pussy caused arousal; his mom's accentuated that arousal. He caught a knowing smirk on Carol's face as she noticed his hardening cock. He was taken aback to see the hunger on his mom's face as she observed his arousal.

They were barely two days on this atoll and the social taboos were falling like dominoes. Tom moaned and Allison hurried to his side. There was that, Craig thought, his dad was laying right there

Allison changed the dressing on Tom's head. He had moments where he was dimly aware that she was there. He seemed to be improving but concussions were tricky...or so she had been told. Allison was an intelligent woman but not particularly deep. Her beauty had carried through life. She was a cheerleader in high school and college.

She got acceptable grades because of her status. She was from a well to do family, belonged to the right clubs and had married well. The honorific "trophy wife" was one she wore with equanimity. She deserves the life she had. Now all of that was up in the air.

Tom lay injured, maybe dying. Her lover was 8000 miles. She was having sex with her children. Why was this happening to her? She didn't deserve this.

These feelings about Craig had her completely flummoxed. It began when he witnessed her rape and seemed to enjoy watching. Then they were thrashing about in the cabin on the sloop. When he fell in top of her, his cock had rubbed over her labia. She trembled now as she recalled the electric shock that shot through her body.

***

"Would one of you show me where the lagoon is? I need to wash."

"I'll show you mom!" Craig rose and started into the jungle, followed by Alison.

Allison squealed with delight when she saw the cool blue lake. She stripped off the tee shirt and ran naked into the water. Like a child, she splashed around in the water.

She was standing in waist deep water when she called to her son sitting on the bank.

"Watch this!"

She executed a handstand in the water. She then did an upside down a scissor split. She followed that up by spreading her legs forming "Y" before returning to her feet. She was giggling like a schoolgirl.

For Craig it was an instant hard on. He had watched her strip and run naked into the water. Craig watched her 36D tits swing from side to side, as she sprinted to the water. Her ass rolled disturbingly during her sprint. That had been erotic. But the splits were damn near obscene. His cock was harder than Chinese arithmetic!

"Come on in, Honey!"

"That's ok, mom, I'll wait here!"

Allison waded to the shore and trotted to her son. Craig thought she looked like a water nymph as she rose from the water. The water streamed off her breasts and through her cleavage. Rills streamed down her body and through the valley of her labia.

She grabbed her son's hand, pulled him up and toward the water.

"Come on, Spoil Sport, she yelled pulling him toward and into the water". She turned and ran holding tightly to his hand.

Allison turned and started splashing water on Craig. He covered his face and protested this unfair treatment. Then she dove head first under the water. Craig smiled as he waited. They played this game when he and Carol were much younger. Mom was going to swim through his legs and flip him into the water.

Instead, Allison swam around him, grabbed his shorts and pulled them down around his ankles. She giggled as he slapped the water trying to find her. She decided to swim past him again under water. 

Craig was ready for her. As she swam past, he grabbed her around her waist. He lifted her clear of the water. She kicked and struggled but he was stronger. Without thinking, he threw her naked body over his shoulder and smacked her bare ass smartly three times.

The first smack shocked Allison but she still giggled and made a mock attempt to escape. She felt the second slap move from a sting on her ass to a flutter in her belly. The third slap on her ass moved her to a new place in her mind about Craig. He was and always would be her baby. But a man had made that last slap. A man who could demand anything of her.

"Mom, it's getting dark, we had better head back." 

Meekly, she started walking to the bank. She bent and picked up her shirt. Then she waited for Craig.

He was stunned at his mom's response. She was docile. He walked up to her, grabbed her shoulder and spun her so she faced him. He smacked her ass hard a fourth time.

"Suck my cock!"

She sank to her hands and knees. She yelped when her son smacked her ass again. Her pussy was dripping. Now her son was ordering her to degrade herself. To again service him like she had earlier. She kissed the head of Craig's cock.

His mom's submissive behavior bewildered Craig. At nearly 19, he had his share of sexual experiences. His sexual experiences had breadth in that he had done many girls who wanted many things. However, he never had a girl prepared to do whatever he said. He walked to his mom's front.

"Suck my dick, bitch!"

Allison obediently took her son's meat into her mouth. Yes, it was wrong. Yes, she should not submit to her own son. But this is who she was. Her pussy dripped secretions into the undergrowth as she did her best to be a good slut for her son. She loved his father, but this is who she was.

Craig looked down at his naked mother sucking his dick. Her grabbed a handful of Allison's hair and pulled her head up.

"Mom, do me good and do me fast! It's getting dark"

The love struck puppy dog look in her eyes gave testament to Allison's submissive nature. Her head bobbed eagerly, anxious to please her son, show him how much she loved him. Her secretions dripped hotly from her aching pussy. She hoped that if she did a good job he would fuck her.

Craig grabbed his mom's head, held it tightly and fucked her mouth. He knew that had to hurry. Darkness was falling fast. Then he felt that itch in his ass that became a tingling it his balls. He redoubled his efforts, forcing his rock hard man meat down his mom's throat.

Allison felt his cock swell as it moved down her throat. She had cum hard once when he grabbed her head and fucked her like the cheap slut she always wanted to be. She came again when he thrust hard down her throat, held her head painfully tight as he dumped his juice into her belly. She felt then heard the hard squirt of her pussy as she came. In the gathering darkness, she looked into his eyes, smiled and licked her lips.

***

Craig held his mom's hand as he led her through the night. He feared they might have to stop soon and spend the night in the jungle. Although they had seen no animals on the atoll, spending the night in the jungle floor raised dread. Just as he was about to give up, he saw the flicker of a fire through the foliage. Carol had saved them. The light was their campfire.

Craig and Allison walked hand in hand to the campfire. As they approached, Craig spied a second figure setting next to Carol. His heart jumped with joy as he recognized his father. Allison saw him too and dashed the last yards to her husband.

"Tom, Tom she cried, you are alright."

Tom winced a little as Allison embraced him. His head still throbbed. Occasionally his vision would blur. However, he was sitting up and awake. He wrapped his arms around his wife in a bear hug.

"Baby, I was so worried. Carol said you and Craig were in the jungle. Thank God, you are all right. Why the hell are you naked?"

Carol snickered as Allison stammered out a plausible lie.

***

Tom was almost manic in exerting his authority. His eyes blazed with a preternatural heat. Rightly, Craig suspected that this was just another aspect of his dad's concussion. He resisted the temptation to resist. Many taboos had fallen but he was not prepared for an old bull/young bull scenario.

Tom did not approve of the sleeping arrangements. He felt the quarters were too tight. We must maintain propriety, became his mantra. Preemptively he ordered the kids to sleep by the fire. Tomorrow they would build a proper shelter. He did not notice his wife and daughter wait for Craig to nod in assent before they moved to the new sleeping arrangements.

They were all up at daylight. Craig noticed that his dad moved like a puppet with quick jerky movements. The feverishness in his eyes was not normal. 

Tom mapped out a plan to explore the atoll. They would each take a direction. They would trek through and around the atoll. They would meet back at the camp.

He poo pooed his family's agreement to always be in pairs. He directed Craig to go south down the beach while he went north. He sent Allison and Carol into the jungle angling off from him and Craig.




Our Secret Ch. 05



Craig walked down the beach, checking over his shoulder until his dad disappeared. Then he cut back through the jungle toward the lagoon. He figured Allison and Carol would do the same. Craig knew that the mountain would force dad to circumnavigate the island.

He broke out of the jungle right by the lagoon. His mom and sister sat on the bank with their feet in the water. As he approached, they were giggling, sharing some secret.

"So what do we do about dad?"

"Well, you know how he is! He is used to being charge!"

"A lot has happened in three days!" Craig added.

Carol patted a spot between her and Alison. Craig dropped into the spot. Carol scooted closer so their shoulder, ass, hips and thighs were in contact. Then she laid her head on his shoulder. Allison lay her head in his lap. She unzipped his shorts, pulled his cock out and slowly sucked.

"Mom, Carol wailed, you are Impossible! What if I need that?"

Craig leaned over and blew in his sister's ear.

"Mmmm, that will get you everything!" She moaned.

They looked down and met their mom's eyes smiling up at them. She bobbed slowly, enjoying the feel of her son's dick in her mouth. With one arm, she stroked his ass. The other is on her daughter's thigh. She lovingly rubbed her child's thigh.

"Mom and I decided that we should make the best of our situation!" Carol cooed.

Tom felt the exquisite pleasure of Allison sucking his man meat. He leaned over, pulled up Carol's tee shirt and began stroking her breast. He kissed her earlobe. He trailed his moist tongue down her and kissed the juncture of neck and shoulder.

"And what does that mean?" He murmured as he kissed the soft curve of her breast just above her nipple. Carol shivered.

Alison made a soft popping sound as she released her son's cock. She smiled at his groan of disapproval. 

"We are going to make our own rules!" she cooed, inhaling her son's cock again.

A wicked idea crossed her mind. She heard Craig groan as she released his cock and slid over to her daughter's pussy. Her lover had made her do this. He would hire smelly prostitutes. He would force her to strip and stand naked by the bed while he fucked the streetwalkers. Then it was her job to lick them clean while he fucked her ass. It disgusted her...and excited her at the same time.

She shivered as she thought about how utterly demeaning that was, how humiliating. She at once hated herself for her submission, and craved the strong hand that forced it. Tom saw her as an ornament; her son saw her for what she was, a submissive. There would be no more lovers, only her son, and whomever he wanted her to have.

Her daughter's pussy dripped with the cleansing waters of the lagoon. The only fragrance was her arousal. Allison slid across her son's lap and kissed her daughter's navel. She felt the tremor n her belly as her tongue traced the rim.

The first flick of her mom's tongue on her clit sent a shock through her system. She kept her head on Craig shoulders as her mom flicked her tongue over her swollen clit. As Allison took her daughter's clit in her mouth and gently sucked it, Carol moaned and tightened her embrace of her twin.

Caught up in her passion for her daughter, Allison kissed her vulva. The she forced her tongue between Carol's labia. It was as though she was French kissing her pussy. Her daughter's pussy leaked cream all over Allison's tongue. It was like a drug, a little was not enough, but more would leave her hooked for life. Allison felt a hand on her head. She looked up to see her son's face contorted in lust.

Craig grabbed a handful of his mom's ebon mane. Ignoring her protestations, he yanked her from the pond and onto the grassy bank. Allison howled in pain and lust. Her pussy spasmed as she reacted to her son's rough treatment. Her tongue was extended still flicking as though Carol's pussy was there.

Craig motioned for Carol to lay down. Allison moaned as waves of pain and pleasure wracked her body. Her son was treating her like she had never been treated in her life! She loved every second of it! Craig pulled her by her hair into a 69 position with her daughter and pushed her head between Carol's thighs.

Carol watched her brother with a mixture of lust and trepidation. Her lust was fueled by Craig's caveman like behavior. A primal part of her was aroused by his rough treatment of their mom. Her fear was that she might be next. She wanted to please him. She knew what he wanted he would get. She wrapped her arms around her mom's full ass and pulled her to her.

Carol was inexperienced with women but knew what she liked done to her pussy. She kissed her mom's wet glistening pussy. She ran her tongue between the lips of her mom's sticky sweet labia. Carol let her tongue just flick lightly at Allison's clit. Her mom's gasps of pleasure told her she was doing well.

Allison gasped in pleasure as Carol licked her aching hole. She returned the favor, kissing and licking her way up her daughter's thighs, until she found the treasure of Carol's pussy. Remembering her lover's orders, she tongue fucked Carol while easing a finger in her ass. She so intent on pleasuring Carol that she was startled to feel her son's massive meat fill her aching pussy. She thrust back hard, at once in lust with this incestuous penetration and ashamed that it took her son, the issue of her womb, to take her to this place.

Craig smacked Allison hard on her ass.

"Move your ass, mom, fuck your son!"

Carol licked hungrily at her brother's balls. She was almost out of body with the sensations alternating her licking from Craig's balls and cock to her mom's pussy. Allison was rapidly bringing her to orgasm. Somewhere in the recesses of her lust-crazed mind, she was amazed at her mom's skill in eating pussy.

Craig viciously slapped his mother's ass repeatedly, obscenely urging her to get all of her son's cock in her mommy hole.

"Oh, Gawd yes, fuck mommy hard, son! Make her your bitch!"

Craig knew he was not going to last much longer. The tightness of his mom's amazing pussy, the incredible feel of Carol licking his balls and shaft as he thrust hard repeatedly into Allison were forcing him to the edge. He shot his seed deep in Allison, once, twice, three times, sending his swimmers on their way to their ultimate goal. Greedily Carol licked the last drops of his cum from the mushroom head of softening meat. Then she ran her tongue over his shaft, licking the nectar of her mom's juices mixed with his cum.

Carol placed her mouth over Alison's pussy and sucked hard, drawing the drug of her brother and mother's juices into her mouth. She nearly passed out as she came, bucking against her mom's mouth, the heady mixture slid easily down her throat.

The three of them collapsed in a tangle of bodies on the mossy bank of the pond. Allison lay with her head between her daughter's thighs, fighting to catch her breath. Carol lay flat on the ground, watching in awe as Craig's man juice leaked from her mom's pussy.

Craig heard the thrumming sound first. Carol cocked her head, listening. Allison raised up from between Carol's legs, confused by the noise and the distant shouts.

It was Craig who realized first what the thrumming and the shouting were. It was a boat. The shouting was his father. They had been rescued.