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Random Relations

By: Dreams of Desire



This is the first in a series of follow-ups to the events from 'random connections'. It makes little difference if you read them, as each one can be read as a seperate chapter. The following events explore the relationships between the charecters from the first series in greater detail and lead up to the final installment which reveals who made the calls in the first place.

Gordon didn't know if he would die with embarrassment or from the look on his mothers face. The latter seemed more likely. She gave her shoes a cursory inspection, her lip curling with disdain at the slimy trails of his cum marring the highly polished leather before closing the door behind her. 

"Well now." She drawled, her stony gaze crushing the remnants of his ego. "Before you explain yourself I think you'd better clean this mess up." 

Her foot beckoned him forward and he crawled across the floor, his penis, withered by scorn and dripping with shame, swung limply between his legs. He pulled the towel with him and began using a corner of it to mop up the mess.

"You should know better than that by now." His mother hissed, taking a handful of hair in painful grip. 

He knew alright, ever since she'd caught him masturbating into her panties he knew better. Gordon stuck out his tongue as though concentrating on a knotty problem and dipped the tip into a blob of cum, catching it deftly before it slid off her toecap, swallowing it up as he licked another spot clean, then another until her shoe shone clean once more. 

"Good boy!" She crooned patronisingly, patting his cheek. "Now get the rest off my stockings."

He could hardly contain his moans of pleasure as he kissed along her satin-smooth calf, gathering each stain on his lips, sucking it onto his tongue and surreptitiously tasting her at the same time, risking a sneaky peek up her skirt to discover the style and colour of her undergarment. French knickers; blue. Perfection! That would've surprised all who knew Mrs Hawkes, but Gordon was well aware of her kinky quirks - and loved her all the more for them.

His lips roamed over her leg and ventured across an exciting expanse of thigh, brushing the soft flesh at the top, an intoxicating mixture of perfume and her natural scent enticed him onwards in a vain attempt to reach the summit but, with a knowing sigh and a firm grip his mother pulled him away.

"You made quite an impression Gordon, but I'm sure you couldn't reach any higher than that, can you?" She mocked. "But you can, and will, clean my carpet. Now, tell me the reason for this disgusting display." She hung up her coat and put her shoes under the ornate stand, an old family heirloom, while listening carefully for any hint of prevarication in his voice as he explained himself.

"...And I still don't know who it was mother, honest!" Gordon explained, avoiding his mothers piercing gaze by staring at a particularly large stain on the carpet, a corner of his mind worrying how he was going to remove it while the larger problem loomed over him like a thundercloud. 

"Very well dear, i believe you." She said softly. "Now. Go and take your bath while i get changed."

Gordon wasn't lulled into a false sense of security by those dulcet tones. It only meant he was in deeper hot water than any bathtub would provide but he did as she asked anyway. He always did. Ever since she'd caught him masturbating into a pair of her knickers he'd had no other choice. He closed his eyes and thought about that moment as he lay among the soothing suds, idly stroking himself at the memory.

He'd just started work at the store; cleaning floors, running errands, nothing above his limited ability to push a mop or fetch lunch for his boss. Gordon had never aspired to greater things as he knew he wasn't the sharpest tool in the box, he'd been told so often enough to leave little doubt in his own mind. 'Gordon is a moron!' That was the chant most often heard at school where he'd suffered many painful indignities before leaving at sixteen. He must've been eighteen or nineteen when his mother found out his dirty secret though. He remembered it had been a hot day, hot enough to melt the tar on the driveway, as he made his way home on the bus. A friend of his mothers, Mrs Warner - or was it Mrs Walker? - Gordon shook his head in irritation, it didn't matter. She had sat beside him on the way home, probably because the bus was full, he thought sullenly. He hated having to talk to anyone on the bus and replied with a monosyllable her and there in what he hoped were the right places. His eyes were drawn to her full breasts that almost poured from the summer dress, distracting him from his usual scrutiny of the familiar landmarks going by. The sun shone through the window, illuminating her buxom breasts beneath the thin material which gallantly strove to keep them decently covered. He'd had erections before, usually in the dark privacy of his bedroom, but nothing like the one pitching a tent in his trousers. Luckily she'd got off the bus two stops before him and he'd managed to walk home holding his bag strategically placed to avoid further embarrassment. He could've swore she bade him goodbye with a knowing smile and he felt his face flush red at the thought she knew exactly what he'd been thinking!

He arrived to find the house empty and made his way upstairs to the bathroom. His trapped erection must've hit a nerve or something as he needed to pee real bad! Unfortunately there was no way to relieve himself as his hard-on refused to go down and the more he tried the harder it got. In desperation he slapped it which only made his balls tighten and he realised the only way to relive the pressure would be to masturbate. His hand moved cautiously, usually he did this in his pyjamas and the stimulation of his bare hand didn't provide the necessary friction to enable his orgasm. He looked around, spotted the laundry basket under the sink and shuffled over to see what he could find. The basket was full due to washday being tomorrow and he fished out his pyjama bottoms distastefully as he'd used them for this very function already. A pair of his mothers French knickers fell on the floor as he pulled them from the basket. He looked at them, then at the soiled garment in his hand, torn between the need to respect his mothers privacy and the more urgent need to relieve himself. He picked them up, feeling the soft pink fabric rustle softly in his hands, the sensation unlike anything he'd ever imagined.

He glanced furtively at the door, wondering if he should go on. His penis throbbed 'yes-yes-yes' as he caught a mixture of womanly smells wafting from the garment. He put it over his nose and inhaled the rich odours, stroking himself as he breathed deeply, wondering if Mrs Woolmer (that was her name!) smelt as good ...down there. He groaned her name aloud as the image of her breasts loomed large in his mind, imagining them naked, in all their glory. 

His cock throbbed and he pulled it harder, jerking it in his hand while burrowing his nose into the gusset where the aroma was strongest, breathing deeper in an effort to induce the orgasm he now craved more than the need to urinate. Gordon wondered if Mrs Woolmer smelt as good as this. What was she like? What did she like? He'd never been as close to a woman as this and had only seen them naked in magazines. Was she hairy? He loved a thick patch of hair on a woman's sex and fantasised he was sticking his tongue into her cunt, licking the gusset in simulation of the lewd act, tasting the bitter-sweet aroma for the first time and dreaming of a time when he might have the real thing. How would it feel? 

He took another deep sniff and wrapped his cock in the smooth silk, moaning at the indescribable pleasure, bucking his hips forward to imagine himself sinking balls deep inside her. The mere thought brought his orgasm spurting in a hot stream into the knickers - his mother's knickers! 

"Oh God" He groaned, unable to stop the juicy flow. What was he doing? Well he knew what he was doing (he wasn't that stupid) but he hadn't intended to make such a mess. She was sure to discover his perfidy, but even the thought of the consequences couldn't stop him shooting a fresh spurt of spunk.

"Oh my god!" He groaned again, falling heavily to his knees as more spunk poured forth into the silken folds. Usually he was constrained to cum quietly due to the proximity of his mother's bedroom, but as he thought himself alone forced he voiced his pleasure aloud. 

He was, however, wrong. Like his favourite conspiracy theorist insisted, he was not alone. But in this case it was no alien being who heard his cry and fall in the bathroom, but someone very much closer to home. His mother had just come in from the garden where she'd been attending to her roses when she heard the noise upstairs. Alarmed, she took the stairs two at a time, convinced that something had happened to Gordon.

She was right. He was experiencing an epiphany of emotions as the orgasm rushed through his body. He'd never felt anything so powerful take hold of his senses. 

"Oh mother." He groaned, looking at the sodden, crumpled garment in his hand. "I'm so sorry!"

"Gordon?" She stopped by the bathroom door and began to turn the handle. "Are you alright?" 

"Don't come in!" He pleaded, almost screamed, in panic. Where the hell had she been? Had she heard everything? And, more importantly, what the fuck was he going to do now?

The last question raced across his fevered brain as the door opened and she saw him crouched on the floor. Her eyes took in the scene, freezing it indelibly into her memory, although she scarcely believed what he saw. A bedlam of emotions fought for her attention and, although shock had a head start on the rest, outrage surged through the throng to dominate proceedings, propelling her blindly forward as she ripped her precious underwear from his numbed, unresisting fingers.

"Look what you did!" She shrieked, finally finding her voice and a semblance of control that, unfortunately, Gordon had lost in the face of such ignominious discovery. His urge to urinate had returned with a vengeance too and presented him with a new dilemma. Would she go before he had too?

"Whatever possessed you to do such a thing?" She asked more reasonably as the shock and outrage morphed into curiosity at this lapse of behaviour. He'd always been such a good son, she thought, and needed to understand why he'd done this. 

"Don't know." He mumbled, unable to meet her questioning eyes. Gordon squeezed his legs together and gripped his genitals tightly, as much to protect the remnants of his dignity as to stem the pressure building up in his bladder. 

"This is no time to be coy Gordon. Tell me." She insisted.

"Mother, i have to go." He said plaintively, gripping his scrotum as the persistent need to pee nagged at him more urgently than even his mother could manage.

"You're not going anywhere until you tell me."

"No! You don't understand i have to go."

"I'm telling you...Gordon!" She watched in amazement as her son stood up and lurched over the toilet bowl, just in time to unleash a torrent of urine. The hot yellow liquid splashed resoundingly into the pan and Gordon sighed with relief. She screamed and slapped his buttocks sharply with her ruined knickers, flailing his hairy cheeks as he rudely relieved himself before her very eyes. The nerve! She'd never believed he could be so brazen and determined to punish him in ways he'd never forget.

"No mother! No...ow, please mother...stop, stop, please don't!" Gordon begged, trying to control his penis which spattered uncontrollable spurts of urine into and around the bowl.

The wet silk beat on him regardless as he continued to piss over her once pristine porcelain, splashing the wall, yellow streaks through gleaming white tile. Her scream had, literally, scared the piss out of him but her silent beating terrified him.

"Mother I..." He groaned as, finally, the flow dribbled to a stop. He sobbed in relief and sagged at the knees as the energy drained from him.

"Shut up!" She hissed, interrupting his futile apology with a final crack on his sore arse. "Shut up you dirty bastard!" Her hand whipped round, covering his mouth with her knickers, stuffing them inside before he realised what was happening. "I don't want to hear another word from you until that mess is cleaned up. Do you understand me?

He nodded and looked at her with pleading, puppy-dog eyes. Gordon saw no sympathy returned in hers and he tasted the bitter salts of his utter humiliation as she pushed back onto his knees, gripped his head and began to wipe the bowl clean with the knickers protruding from his mouth, scraping his face along the wall until he could discern his face in the tiles. 

His muffled protests availed him no respite until she was satisfied her bathroom had regained its high standard of cleanliness.

"Well Gordon?" She said, removing the soaked knickers from his mouth. "What do you have to say for yourself now?"

"I - I - I'm sorry mother."

"I know your sorry. You're the sorriest thing I've seen all day. What else do you want to tell me?"

He looked up and, realising there was no way out, confessed all. His mother listened attentively, nodding for him to go on whenever he faltered until every dirty detail was filed in her memory. After he'd finished she merely said she was going back out into the garden and would see him for dinner. Gordon now realised his error in thinking himself alone when he'd come home and vowed to be more careful in future - but also knew it was too late and the damage had been done - he wondered how this would affect their relationship from now on as he got changed, and, over time, he found it would change profoundly.

Gordon opened his eyes and was amused to see his penis had enjoyed that trip down memory lane.

"You bad boy." He chided, slapping it playfully from side to side, before completing his ablutions. He towelled himself down vigorously, wrapped a dry towel around himself and went into his room to find she had laid out fresh clothing for him; a short black skirt with a little white apron, a white blouse and a pair of sheer, black stockings conveyed the unspoken command he was to obey tonight. A pair of pink French knickers told him it was going to be special.

(*)(*)

Mrs Hawkes, his mother, Julia to her close friends (although they wouldn't have recognised her now) realised tonight was going to be special from the moment Gordon's sperm had flew through the air to greet her. It was the first time she'd actually seen him cum and it had a profound affect on her, which was why she'd left her pink knickers beside his outfit. The same pair he'd masturbated into all those years ago which she kept in her bedside cabinet, for her (secret) pleasure. She scanned her naked body critically in the mirror as she changed, running both hands over her plump thighs, fingers briefly trailing through the dark thicket between them then up, over her gently rounded belly, to take the weight of her pendulous breasts in both hands, teasing the nipples into erect awareness before letting them swing free as her hands continued up to rub the tension from her neck, something Gordon was very good at, and she made a mental note to tell him she needed a massage - after he'd completed his cleaning chore. She smiled at the thought and paused in the act of reaching up to unpin her hair, deciding to keep it curled into a tight bun at the back of her head. It made her feel in control, although her emotions were anything but. She hadn't felt anything like this since the early days of her marriage, (was she ever so naive to believe it'd last forever?), and the nights when her husband would make passionate love to her. She'd been much slimmer then too, she reflected sadly, perhaps that's why he left? He'd given no indication he was bored with her and she never realised anything was going on with his secretary until they'd actually eloped. All the way to Australia if you please! Gordon was only two years old and took all her attention, which was one good reason why he left she supposed, another was her figure; she'd never regained her hourglass curves after the birth, which had been a long and difficult 36 hours. It had been worth every excruciating moment to her though. She'd loved him in her own wayever since, though she never said as much, and would do anything for him.

'Anything?' Her conscience teased. She looked at the basque hanging in the wardrobe and took it out, holding it in front of her as she considered the reflection in the mirror.

'Maybe.' She thought, knowing she appeared stern and forbidding to him sometimes but her job as an office manager was very stressful and he could be infuriatingly slow on the uptake, which made her feel brusque and snappy. But he was a dutiful son and she would be lost without his love, a love she could always rely on since her discovery in the bathroom. Would she ever tell Mrs Woolmer about his fantasy? Probably not. But Gordon wasn't to know that and she found it expedient to remind him about it now and then whenever he felt churlish enough to refuse her demands. She wasn't a demanding mistress, only requiring his devotion to duty and unquestioning obedience whenever she told him to do what she wanted, which usually meant dressing him up. He looked so cute in the little maids outfit and seemed to enjoy the humiliation, as the cum stains in his underwear indicated. She'd keep the used knickers in her room, enjoying them late at night as she masturbated to a satisfactory orgasm. 

She finished lacing the basque up the front, pushing her breasts out and pulling her stomach in until she was satisfied all was in place, sliding a pair of black stockings on and attaching them to the basque before slipping into a pair of blood-red french knickers, her flesh breaking out in goose-bumps at the sensual sound of them sliding over her legs. The bed creaked as she sat comfortably to begin the struggle with the thigh length boots and, after much huffing and puffing they slid on. The 4 inch heels brought her height up to match Gordon's 6 feet, making it easier to dominate him, although the leather pinched her feet. She stood up and strutted across the room, posing in front of the mirror, legs apart. Usually she would wear a long dress over the top but tonight she felt brazen and left it hanging in the wardrobe.

"Perfect." She breathed, pushing her breasts up until they almost spilled from the cups. 

"Absolutely perfect." Her clit tingled deliciously against the silk as she strode from the room. She paused by the bathroom door and decided against urging him to hurry. She had plenty of time to prepare herself, pouring a rare glass of scotch to steady her nerves and banish the lingering doubts at the back of her mind as she sat in the living room, sipping slowly while waiting for him.

Some people would consider the relationship to be incestuous, she mused, but they had never seen each other fully nude, let alone coupled, satisfied with things as they were. Now, she could see, things had changed. The sight of him cumming, the feel of it landing on her leg had shattered her resolve and, uppermost in her mind, was the thought of losing him if she didn't go through with this.Ever since she'd bought him the computer he'd spent more time online than with her and now this. How long had he been listening to phone-sex? She had no idea, but felt snubbed in ways she found hard to explain and pondered on them. 

"I bet you've never seen a real woman in the flesh." She murmured, glancing up as she heard his footfall on the landing.

Wasn't it right that the first woman he should see in such a way should be her? She thought. Hadn't she raised him to be the man-child he was, protecting and nurturing him against a hostile world? She had and more, sacrificing everything for his welfare, asking nothing but his devotion in return. Now it seemed he would revoke that bargain for illusory pleasures when he could have so much more. Her nipples hardened, peeking over the top of her basque, seeking attention. She ignored their demands and the growing clamour from her crotch as her clitoris swelled with desire. 


Random Relations Ch. 02



Joe froze as his father announced he was home. Frank wiped a blob of spunk from his face and realised the futility of trying to clean himself up as he awaited their inevitable discovery. Their gym teacher, Dave, appeared to be the calmest of all, standing proudly in the middle of the room as though he belonged there. Not a word was spoken, although many suggestions raced through their minds, they realised that the scene spoke for itself and no amount of explanation would hide the truth of what had happened.

"Hi dad." Joe said weakly as his father appeared in the doorway.

He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw them, naked and dripping with a combination of sweat and spunk. An eloquent testimony to the evenings events.

"What the fuck?" He blurted in confusion, seeing, but not believing, what was before his very eyes - in his own house too, by God!

"Hi Steve." Dave grinned, giving Joe's dad a cheery wave. "How's it hangin'?"

"Dave! What are you doing here?"

"Id've thought that obvious." He said, his grin growing wider. "I came round to talk to these two about the game on Saturday and found them going at it like rabbits."

Joe smiled bashfully at his fathers disbelieving stare and nodded. How could he deny it? His face was coated in spunk and his semi-hard cock gleamed with juices.

"You won't tell my dad will you?" Asked Frank, nervous of his own fathers wrath.

"He won't." Dave stated confidently, walking over to Steve.

"Oh won't I?" He said, defiantly eyeing up the bigger man who approached nonchalantly.

"They were only fooling around - just like you did once upon a time - or is your memory as long as your dick." Dave said.

"You're kidding!" Joe exclaimed, looking at his father in a new light.

"Shut up." Steve warned, threatening Dave with clenched fists.

"He must've been about your age Joe." Dave said, giving him a friendly smile as he sat on the edge of the sofa. "You know he used to be a useful rugby player, right?"

Joe nodded, glancing at his friend who moved to sit more comfortably in the chair. He scooched across the floor to sit between his legs and listened attentively as Dave went on.

"Well, he and I were in the same team and trained twice a week together."

"Don't do this Dave."

"That's not what you said back then." Dave grinned, cocking an amused eyebrow at his old school friend.

Steve remembered all too well what he'd said back then, walking home through the woods after practice: "This stays between us, right?" He'd said before taking Steve's cock in his mouth for the first, but not the last time.

It had started with a challenge; a pissing contest that Steve had won by splashing a tree which he didn't manage to reach. He'd given him the same cocky grin he was wearing now as he told the two teenagers about their illicit tryst in the woods, when he told him to suck his cock as a forfeit. Damn him! He hadn't forced him to suck it though, Steve had wanted to. His beefy balls still looked capable of churning out a good load too - not that he'd swallowed any on that first occasion - No way! He'd been impressed, and aroused, at the sight of his juice spurting through the air though, jerking himself off as he watched Steve cum over his shoulder and on his chest, using some to slicken his own cock. Dave had begged him to shoot it in his mouth, kneeling as he stood to oblige, jerking off hard and fast until his spunk flew straight down his throat. He'd been ashamed that his first blow job had come from a guy, but he couldn't deny he'd enjoyed the sensation of Dave's lips caressing his spunking cock, or the fact he'd been licked clean with obvious pleasure.

"I'm not gay." He'd said firmly, putting his cock away quickly.

"I guess I am." Dave had retorted, eyes glinting with mischief. "You won't tell anyone will you?"

"Of course not you dipshit. How can I after this!"

"Same time next week?"

Steve had thought it over, decided there would be no harm in their conspiracy and, for nearly a year had met in the same place at the same time to explore the various pleasures of oral sex. Then he'd met his future wife (the bitch!) and he'd forgotten all about it - until now.

Now his son, of all people, had discovered the truth. He looked at Joe and nodded, tears of shame coursed hot trails down his cheeks like Steve's spunk had done so long ago, reminding him again how it felt.

Joe felt like a Christian who'd been thrown to the lions and discovered they were pussy-cats! He looked up at Frank who gave him a knowing smile and said, "all this talk of sucking cock is getting me horny."

"Show dad your party-piece." Urged Joe, twisting round to encourage his friend.

Frank needed little encouragement to do that anyway and leaned forward, spreading his legs over the arms of the chair to pull the tip of his cock into his mouth.

Dave whistled appreciatively. "Now that's something you don't see everyday, eh Steve?"

Joe's father had never seen anything like it and could hardly believe his eyes, especially when his son crawled between Frankie's legs to help stimulate the enormous cock, licking round the base and sucking on his friends balls.

"It takes you back, don't it?" Dave said, suggestively stroking his thick cock.

"I don't do that stuff anymore." Steve said tentatively.

"Oh yes, i forgot. You're married now." Dave said, sliding to his knees before him. "How's the wife?"

"In a word - bitchy." Steve replied.

"It's been a while since you got your rocks off." Dave said, pulling his zipper down. "Come on - let me help an old friend in need."

Steve looked down as Dave opened the front of his jeans and took out his semi-hard cock. "I've had lots of practice since then you know." He added, proving it by working Steve's cock into full erection with knowing swipes of his tongue, lathering it from root to tip before leaning back to admire his handiwork. "Damn! You've still got a hot cock." He admired the thick, veined muscle, throbbing in his hand as he stroked the spit-slick shaft, popping it in and out of his mouth to relish the musky taste again.

"We really shouldn't...ooooooohhhh FUCK!" Steve groaned, as his protest was swamped by Dave's warm, wet mouth. Smothering his full length until he felt his breath tickling the shock of thick, black hair around his crotch then sliding it out to gasp; "Come on - Fuck my mouth."

Steve couldn't remember the last time he'd had a blow job and besides, his missus had never sucked him as good as this guy could. He cast a quick glance at his son and, seeing he was busy gobbling on Franks nob, began to stuff his cock down Dave's throat. "Go on then - suck it!" He demanded, thrusting his hips at Dave's face, holding his head tight to hold him steady. "How long you two been knockin' cock's together?"

"For a few months now." Frank replied, guiding Joe's head around his nob end.

"Just suckin', right?"

Frank caught a nuanced warning in the question and was relieved to honestly reply they hadn't. "Did you two ever..."

"NO!" Steve said, sharply interrupting him before the question could be spoken aloud. 

Frank glanced over at Dave's hairy arse wiggling provocatively in the air and winked at Joe who followed his gaze, looked back, and grinned knowingly around a mouthful of his chunky balls. "Well I'm going to fuck him." Frank said, giving Joe's father a brazen look as he stood up.

"Jeeezus - he'll never take that!" Steve eyed the big, black one-eyed monster waving threateningly at Dave's arse.

"We'll see." He winked, kneeling down to take his hairy haunches in a firm grip. "Let's get him good an' ready first though." He said to Joe who knelt beside him to begin running his tongue alongside Frank's between the muscular cheeks.

Dave moaned around the mouthful of hot meat and wiggled his arse, happily parting his legs to allow them both room to manoeuvre. He'd been unable to contradict Steve's blatant lie about their further sexual escapades and decided, for now, to keep quiet about the time he'd had his virginity plundered by the hard tool plugging his mouth. The exquisite sensation of getting rimmed by two lithe tongues whetted his appetite for Franks huge cock which he couldn't wait to feel reaming inside him. A particularly adventurous tongue (Franks?) darted right inside his ring and he spluttered in anticipation. Steve thought he was choking him and pulled back to let him breathe awhile, watching Frank thrust a finger, then another between Dave's arse while Joe stroked his cock. "You're not going to fuck him too - are you?" He asked.

"If it's ok with you." Joe asked, concerned that his father was going to freak out.

"It's ok with me." Dave piped up. "It'd ease the way for that horse cock of Franks"

"Hey! I wanted you to take your cherry from my arse." Frank complained, pausing with two fingers embedded in Dave's arse to give him a reproachful look.

"He'll do no such thing!" Steve blurted out.

Dave silenced his outburst with a knowing look and gave Frank the go ahead by pushing his arse back onto his cock saying, "Just do it!"

Frank chuckled. That was the coach's favourite quip in training to his players. "1-2-3-Lock!" He cried, giving the call for the scrimmage in a game. All of them laughed and the tension was broken for good.

"Go easy." Dave begged, bracing himself against Steve's thighs and nuzzling his balls as he felt Franks fat cock-head push into his arsehole.

"Spit on it." Frank said to Joe who obliged with a long stream of spittle that eased the way in.

"Fuckin' queers." Steve smiled, the irony not lost on him as Dave sucked hard on his cock.

"If ya can't beat 'em - eat 'em!" Frank quipped, grunting as he felt Dave's hole grip tight on his nob.

Joe giggled and watched the long piece of thick meat jutting from Dave's hairy arse in awe. 'How the fuck is he gonna take all that!' He wondered, stroking his cock hard.

The thought crossed Dave's mind as he grunted apprehensively at the initial penetration, stretching his ring wider with stiff persistence. His mouth gobbled up Steve's cock with consummate ease as his arse struggled to accommodate the girth of Frank's thick cock until, with a determined push, he felt the head surge through the resistant muscle.

"Oh yeah!" Frank sighed as he plunged on into the tight, hot depths of Dave's arsehole.

"Oh wow!" Joe breathed in wonder as he watched it slowly slide inside. "Yeah do it, fuck his arse!" He urged, aiming another stream of spittle along the hairy crack.

"Come on!" Frank cried, smacking his hands down hard onto each cheek, pulling them apart to ease his cock in deeper. "Take it!"

"Give it to him!" Urged Joe, spitting on his palm and slapping it onto Franks firm arse, teasing his puckered hole with a moist finger.

"Fuck me." Frank moaned with approval and leant towards his friend, kissing him passionately as he slid deeper into Dave's arsehole.

Steve felt his inhibitions crumble as he watched them kiss. He drove his cock into Dave's mouth with increasing abandon, getting hotter with the moaning vibrations rippling along his shaft, into his churning balls which slapped on Dave's chin. 'I must be pissed.' He thought. 'I'd never be doing this in front of Joe otherwise.' Then again - Hadn't a frisson of excitement hardened his cock when he'd inadvertently walked in on his son masturbating in the bathroom last year? He'd backed out the door unobserved and said nothing about it to prevent any embarrassment, but as he thought about it again his cock began to drip with precum which Dave swallowed with a long moan. "You like that, huh?" He said, taking it out to slap it across his face.

Dave was in a pink heaven of desire. His arse was getting stuffed with the biggest cock he'd ever had the pleasure of taking and his old friend was fucking his mouth - just like old times - 'It doesn't get any better than this' He thought, licking his lips and Steve's cock as it smeared across them.

"Suck my balls." Steve demanded.

Dave complied, taking each one into a loving hug around his moist lips while wriggling his arse to enable Frank to plug it harder, deeper.

Joe slid another finger between Franks cheeks and sucked on his tongue, gathering a mouthful of saliva before parting breathlessly to kneel behind him, pull his crack open with the other hand and spit the lot onto his hole, working it into his fundament by twisting his fingers round and round.

"Fuck yeah, finger my arse." Frank groaned, pumping his hips, looking down to see how far he'd got. About halfway. He doubled his efforts, grinding his meat into the steamy heat and urging Dave to take it all by smacking his cheeks.

"Fuck me." Dave pleaded, running his tongue up the flagpole of Steve's erection until he sucked another spume of juicy precum from the swollen head.

"Come on take it!" Frank urged, planting his hands in the small of Dave's back, levering himself another couple of inches before encountering further resistance. Try as he might he couldn't push the remaining 3 or 4 inches in. A reflex thrust of his hips helped him slide an inch forward as Joe's tongue slithered along his crack. "Oh fuck, fuck yes. Lick me." He cried, feeling it snake into his arsehole.

Joe pushed him forward to get at the soft, hot meat and sucked on his hole, tongue-fucking it eagerly. Frank writhed helplessly on Dave's back, sliding on the sweat-slick skin and succeeded in getting another inch up his arse.

"Almost there." He panted in his ear.

Dave moaned and nodded, bobbing his head onto Steve's cock as it spat a stream of juice down his throat.

"Stick out your tongue." Urged Steve, pulling himself free with a juicy pop. He smiled as Dave and Frank did so. 'Why the hell not.' He thought, slapping it on both, sharing his precum equally between them. His balls always gave up a lot of that stuff before he squirted a much thicker load of spunk and he began to fuck both mouths. 'Double the fun!'

"Tasty." Frank smiled, thrusting harder inside Dave. 'Oh fuck. This is wild' He thought. 'Joe's about to fuck my arse and I'm sucking his dad's cock!"

His ardent thrusts had thrown Joe off his stride and he'd knelt up behind Frank, aiming his rigid cock with the wildly bouncing crack of his arse.

"Hold still!" He demanded, leaning in to split his cheeks with a single thrust that took him into ecstasy.

All four of them let out a mighty groan - for varying reasons. Joe had never imagined it felt so tight and hot inside Frank's arse; Frank couldn't believe so much pain could be followed by even more pleasure as it penetrated him; Dave reached his personal nirvana as Frank's cock forced itself all the way up his arse with Joe's weight behind him and Steve had never imagined witnessing his son indulging in so lewd an act.

Joe looked up, his eyes boggling to see Frank's mouth bulging around his dad's cock as he fucked him with jerky inexperience.

"Fuck him." Steve urged. "Fuck 'em both!" He slid his dripping tool from Frank's wet mouth and stroked it before thrusting it into Dave's gasping throat.

The sight of his dad's hot, dripping meat sliding into their mouths sent a guilty thrill rushing through Joe's cock. He pumped harder and faster until his balls slapped on Franks tightly clenched arse cheeks. 'That's fuckin' hot!' He thought, staring at the shiny, bulbous head atop a thick, gnarled shaft that Frank gobbled greedily before it went back into Dave's mouth.

The room was now a scene of utter debauchery, filled with loud groans and gasps of pleasure. A thick, heady brew of sweat and male musk in full rut added to their lust. Dave's body rocked under the combined weight of Frank and Joe. His juice dripped in a thick rope to create a puddle under his swaying balls.

"Fuck me. Come on...fuck me. Harder...harder...ram it, damn it!" He begged between getting a mouthful of hot cock-meat.

Frank doubled his efforts, feeling Joe's cock slide back and forth in him as he humped harder into Dave's tight arse, sucking on Steve's hot cock as he raised up on his haunches to watch the sandwiched bodies writhing together. Frank's dark skin glistening like beef between two slices of white bread. He grinned at the idea of shooting his hot, white spunk like fresh mayo all over him.

"I'm gonna cum all over you!" He promised, winking at Frank as he fisted his cock hard.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Frank opened his mouth and rubbed his balls on Dave's as Joe steamed into his arse with jackhammer strokes.

Thicker drops of precum sprayed from his cock as he jerked off faster, his hand a blur of motion.

"Here it cums!" He grunted, crouching like a runner on the blocks.

Joe leaned over Franks body to get a closer look as a colossal spume of thick spunk burst from his dad's cock, spraying his fuck buddy's face so hard it splashed back onto Steve's body. Another spurt flew over Frank's shoulder and hit Joe full on the mouth. He impulsively licked them and felt his cum burst into Frank's arse, inducing him to cream the depths of Dave's bowels with more hot juice. The ripe smell of fresh spunk took him over the edge and with a deep groan he sprayed the floor like an animal in heat as he sucked the rest of Steve's cum from his nob. Frank emptied his balls with a gut-wrenching moan as Joe pulled out of his arse to shoot the rest of his load over him.

"In - fucking- credible." He breathed, watching his spunk slither along Frank's crack, drip off his balls and land on Dave's arse with a soft plop.

"You said it." His dad smiled, standing over Dave's cum-smeared face. The pair of them resembling erotic book-ends on either side of the other two who seemed to be glued together in a sticky mixture of spunk and sweat.

"Awesome!" Frank groaned as an aftershock rippled through his body, sending tremors of post-orgasmic bliss through Dave.

'You never forget your first time'. Joe thought, and he knew he'd never forget the sight of Frank's arse, dripping with his cum as he lay atop Dave.

Steve joined his son and together they watched Frank's cock uncoiling itself from Dave's arse with a syrupy squelch of combined juices. They both groaned, in regret as much as satiated relief as they uncoupled until Frank stood unsteadily to help Dave to his feet.

"Oh shit look at the time." Frank observed. "My dad's gonna kill me!"

"That's ok." Steve smiled. "You go take a shower. I'll tell him you can stay here tonight. There's no way you can go home like that anyway."

"Really? Thanks a lot." He smiled at Joe who grinned back.

Dave smiled ruefully and said he'd better be going. He'd been about to offer Frank a lift home - his home! - but it was probably better this way. He'd have another time to get better acquainted with that gorgeous horse-cock! His arse still felt stretched with the girth and he knew he'd have to masturbate tonight or he'd never get any sleep.

"I'll get dressed and see myself out." He said, gathering his clothes from the floor as the two youths went upstairs, giggling with the joy of newly discovered sexual pleasures.

"It was fun to get together again Steve." He added, shaking his hand. "If things don't work out with the wife.." He let the suggestion hang and Steve smiled. "We'll see." was his only comment before wandering into the kitchen to grab a nightcap. He needed time to think on the unlikely events since his return and didn't want to commit himself any further. He'd ignored Dave's come-hither looks for many years and felt this wasn't the time to encourage him. Dave sighed, blew a kiss at Steve's wiggling buttocks as he walked away before casting a look up the stairs. "I'll see you sometime soon." He promised, thinking of Frank's tasty cock before blowing another kiss and turning to open the door to walk gingerly back to his car.

"He's fuckin' hung ain't he?" Said Frank, soaping down Joe's chest under the steamy spray.




Random Relations Ch. 02



"Yeah." He agreed, returning the favour. "Is his arse as tight as yours?"

"No, i mean your dad!" Frank grinned.

"You're fuckin' sick!" He cried, pinching his nipple.

"Ow! Don't do that - you'll only turn me on." He leered. "His cum tastes as good as yours too - runs in the family you might say."

Joe laughed uneasily, he still had the aftertaste of his dad's spunk on his tongue - and it wasn't bad at all.

Further discussion was interrupted by his father knocking on the door and entering. "I'll make up the guest bed for you Frank. You can sleep there tonight, ok?"

"Ok." He replied.

"Come and see me before you go to bed." He said to Joe before turning on his heel and closing the door.

"You're not in any trouble are you man?" Asked Frank.

"No. No I don't think so." 'After all, if he was going to say anything about us he'd have done so when he came in. Wouldn't he?' He thought, stepping out the shower and drying himself in a thoughtful mood.

"Your dad's a stand-up guy. I mean, mine would've freaked if he'd come home to that tonight!" Frank said, washing the lather from his balls.

"Yeah, he's always been pretty cool about that stuff - now we know why!" He chuckled.

"Reckon he'll make it up with your mum?"

"I don't know, maybe - at least my snotty sister's not around to spoil my fun anymore."

"Yeah. She always walks around like there's a bad smell under her nose."

Joe laughed and threw the wet towel in the basket then wrapped a thick, towel-cloth robe around himself.

"Hey, Pass a dry towel over!" Frank said, wiping soap from his eyes.

"What did your last slave die of? You know where they are - Get it yourself!" Joe smiled to show he was kidding around.

"He died of exhaustion." Frank grinned, waving his cock at Joe who chuckled appreciatively and bade him good-night.

"Come in Joe." His father offered in response to his knock on the bedroom door.

He went in and closed it behind him, sitting at the foot of the bed where his father lay comfortably relaxed, hands folded behind his head. "Is everything ok dad?" He asked.

"Yes - and no." He said, appraising him of the conversation with his wife earlier that evening while omitting the crucial detail of why she left. He still couldn't bring himself to think about it, let alone tell Joe. Instead he posed his son a question that he'd once asked himself many years before. "Are you gay?" 

"I don't think so dad." He said. "I mean, I like girls, don't get me wrong, but me and Frank are just fooling around really. Tonight was the first time we ever did anything like that. We usually just play with each other, y'know?"

His dad nodded. He knew only too well and considered Joe's curiosity would be just a phase - like his? Well that was different - wasn't it? He sighed, maybe he was bisexual and it would work itself out when he met the right girl. Joe was only 19 and had plenty of time. He'd met Anne when he was 21 and knew she was the one. A bitter smile crossed his lips as he considered how life changed.

"It'll be ok dad." Joe said. "I'll see you in the morning."

"Ok Joe. Good-night."

"Night dad." He walked out, leaving the door ajar and made his way down the landing to his room. The guest room was opposite his and he looked in, saw that Frank wasn't out the bathroom yet and went into his own room to sleep...

...perchance to dream. He woke with a start, covered in a light sheen of sweat, gleaming in the moonlight streaming through the window opposite his bed. His cock stood erect from the tangled sheets around him like a lighthouse from a stormy sea, the head shining and slick with precum. He looked at the luminous dial on his bedside clock. It told him he'd only been in bed an hour, too tired - or too horny- to sleep properly. Obviously the latter by the feel of his rigid shaft. He could still taste cum on his tongue and the thought of Frank's big, beautiful black cock filled his mind as fully as it had Dave's arse - an image Dave cherished while he jerked off in his own bed. Usually Joe would toss off his excess lusts but tonight he had a better idea and got up, padding softly across to the door, naked and ready to share it with Frank - 'after all', he reasoned, hadn't Frank invited him already?'

Heavy breathing drifted from the guest room. 'He must be asleep' Joe thought. 'Well I know he won't mind waking up to this!' He grinned, stroked his cock and, with a searching glance down the hallway in case his father was still awake, tip-toed the short distance to open the door, quietly turning the handle with his right hand while gently stroking himself in the other.

The room was pitch black: perfect! Joe smiled and moved forward a few steps before kneeling at the foot of the bed. A soft moan made him wonder If Frank was thinking of him in his dreams. He made out the shadowy outline of his parted legs, a tumescent peak jutting rigidly at the top. His grin widened as he reached up to softly run his fingers over the head, the moan deepening in response. 'This is gonna be fun!' He thought, rubbing the foreskin gently back and forth. It throbbed in response to his feather light touch.

"Ohhh Yeaahhh, sssuucckk it." Frank whispered.

Joe crawled up onto the bed between his legs, took his cock between his lips and kissed it lovingly from tip to root then ran his tongue back up the other way to take it into his mouth.

"Fuck yeah, do my balls too." Frank urged, spreading his legs wide.

Joe slobbered his way down to take the replenished sacs in his mouth, caressing each one before returning to the tip of his cock, licking and sucking all over it.

"Lick me allll over." Frank groaned, rolling over to present his firm cheeks for Joe's wanton tongue, licking his flesh in teasing swipes as it sought the soft, hot centre of his crack. "Yyyeessssss - lick it - kiss it - suck it - fuck it!" He hissed, writhing blissfully as he felt it slide along his cheeks.

Joe curled his tongue into Franks arsehole and sucked hard as he probed deeper, his lips locked on the hot ring in a parody of French-kissing. The earthy aroma drove him wild. He plunged his tongue in and out, dripping spittle into his juicy fuck-hole for lubrication.

"Fuck me." Begged Frank. "Fuck me with your tongue - stick your dick up my arse."

"You want it?" Joe teased, sliding up his back to lick his ear, whispering; "You want it now?"

"Fuck yeah - give it to me!" Frank spread-eagled his body to offer himself completely, but Joe continued to tease him, rubbing his cock between his cheeks as they kissed hot, wet kisses. He lodged the head just inside his arsehole and paused for a heartbeat to regain control over himself, wanting to savour this moment for he wanted it to last.

"Don't be in such a hurry, we have all night." He promised, kissing him softly.

Frank groaned and humped upwards to impale himself but Joe anticipated him and moved back. He groaned again, louder, as the door opened and Joe's dad whispered: "Frank? Are you ok?"

The two of them froze, hardly daring to breathe as they heard him pad softly into the room.

"I thought you were in pain - or something." He explained.

'He sounds drunk.' Joe thought in some relief. 'Just tell him your fine and get him out of here for fucks sake.'

"I - I'm f-fine." Frank whispered. 'Although i seem to have something hot and hard lodged in my arsehole - otherwise I'm just peachy!' He thought, wryly amused at their predicament.

"Where are you?" Steve muttered. "I can't see a fuckin' thing."

"I'm in bed - don't turn the light on!" Frank pleaded, fearing the worst. "I was probably dreaming or something."

Joe rolled his eyes at the lame excuse and held his breath.

"I know how you feel." Steve said, sounding as though he was right by the bed. "I've had something on my mind too." He added, moving around to stand over their heads.

"Really?" Frank asked, feeling Joe slip a little further inside his arse.

"Your cock." Steve breathed in a barely audible tone.

"What!?!" Frank spoke for them both; neither could believe what he'd said.

"I never saw anyone suck themselves off before - i can't get it out my mind." He explained.

"What about Joe - he might hear us!" Frank whispered.

"He's asleep."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I listened at his door and heard nothing. Come on, just this once - you and me - whaddya say?"

Joe dug his fingers into Franks ribs as a warning and pushed his cock deeper, wanting him all to himself. Frank groaned and Steve mistook his moans for complaisance, thrusting his cock into the darkness.

"You gotta hot mouth." Steve groaned, sliding between moist lips, Franks muffled whimper encouraging him to begin fucking his face urgently.

However, Frank buried his face into the pillow and Joe took the brunt of his dads lust instead. He gurgled in surprise, plunged right up Franks arse with a reflexive twitch of the hips and, with a supreme effort of will, held himself still, sucking on the thick, meaty shaft pumping in his mouth.

'Oh - my - God!' He thought. 'I'm sucking dad's cock - stop! Say something Frank - for fucks sake!'

Frank merely moaned into his pillow and humped on Joe's cock, wriggling it deep inside his arse.

'You gotta tell him Frank. This is fuckin' crazy.' Joe's lips stretched around the head as his father fucked his face obliviously, grunting with pleasure at every stroke. 'Stop-stop-stop - before it's too late!' Joe thought as he frantically gobbled the hot meat.

"Isn't it already too late?" His conscience mocked. "You're sucking his cock - and loving it!" It insisted.

'No-no-no.' He denied. 'I'm not - It's not normal. It's insane!'

"Ahhhh yes, but what's normal anyway? Defy sanity - Fuckit.! Suck it!"

Joe couldn't deny it to himself; he was beginning to enjoy the spicy flavour of his fathers hot cock. He loved how it throbbed in his mouth and he rolled his tongue around the head, poking it into the distended slit for a taste of juicy precum.

"After all." His conscience said matter-of-factly. "Who's he gonna tell if he finds out?"

The logic was inescapable. Joe started to suck in earnest, opening his mouth wider and relaxing his throat to take more while rolling his hips, grinding his cock into Frank's arse.

"Fuck! You're a hot cock-sucker." His father growled, sliding from Joe's lips. "Take it easy or I'll cum. Suck my balls."

Joe felt the hairy sacs butt onto his face and he took each one in turn with a moan of pleasure.

"You like that huh? Yeah, lick my balls!"

"Oh fuck - fuck me!" Frank moaned, raising his head up as Joe's cock flexed rhythmically between his cheeks. The sensation was driving him nuts!

"Oh yeah? You want this in your arse? Fuck yeah - roll over!" Steve demanded, stepping back into the darkness.

Joe heard him moving round the bed and quickly slid back, resting his feet on the floor, half on, half off the bed.

'OHSHITOHSHITOHSHIT!' His mind babbled. "He's gonna find us out for sure now!'

Frank had the presence of mind to roll over and, luckily, grabbed Steve's leg as he walked past.

"I'm here." He whispered.

Steve rolled onto the bed and felt along Franks body until his hand touched something hot, long and hard.

"It's so fuckin' big!" He crooned, stroking the length with his fingers, guiding it to his lips for a lingering taste.

"You're not so small." Frank replied, feeling his way to the hairy root of Steve's throbbing cock.

They lay side by side and fed each other with flesh rather than compliments, moaning, slurping and sucking with gusto for their unseen voyeur who jerked off lustily to their oral pleasures. Sure, he could leave, but why go now? Just when it was getting interesting!

"Suck my balls...fuck yeah, lick my arse!" Frank moaned, throwing a leg over Steve's shoulder.

"Suck me all the way down your throat." Steve urged, shifting slightly to lay under him, running his tongue all over Frank's crack, pulling him open with strong hands to dig his tongue into the soft meat.

Joe stifled a moan by stuffing his fingers into his mouth, sucking them as he jerked off, remembering the taste of his fathers cock which slid smoothly into Franks throat.

"Oh fuck! Fuck yesyesyes!" Frank groaned loudly as he felt a finger slide inside his arse, sucking lips gripped his balls tightly making him moan even louder.

"SSHHHHH - Be quiet!" Steve warned, nipping the bulging sacs in admonishment.

"OWWWW - FUCK!" Frank howled.

"Damnit. Stay here - I'm going to see if he heard us!"

Joe felt the bed shake as his father rolled out from under Frank's body and stumble towards the door.

'If he goes in the room i'm a dead man.' Joe thought. 'What do I do now?'

His mind felt numb with panic. He daren't even whisper to Frank for help as his father would be back any second. Sure enough he heard him coming back all too soon.

"I can't hear anything, so I guess he's asleep." Steve said. "Now, where were we?"

He stumbled blindly in the direction of the bed with his hands stretched in front of him and felt smooth flesh curving up invitingly.

"Ahhh there you are." He breathed. "Ready and waiting!"

"Er...Mister..." Frank began to say as he realised the terrible mistake.

"Call me Steve." He sighed, as his cock slid between the pert buttocks before him.

'OHSHITOHSHIT!" Joe thought hysterically. "Now I'm fucked - literally!"

"No, but...Oh my God!" Frank hissed as he shuffled blindly into Joe, butting him in the face with his swinging dick, blocking his warning cries, stifling them stillborn in his throat.

'What am i - some kind of meat magnet?' Joe wondered as he felt his fathers cock slide up his arse at the same moment Frank shoved rudely into his mouth. 'This is crazy - i can hardly see my nose in front of my face yet they've plugged both ends without missing a beat!'

"Oh fuck...so tight...so hot...so gooooood!" Steve groaned, forcing himself deeper inside the reluctant hole, splitting it open with harder thrusts until it accepted his full length.

"You like that?" Whispered Frank. "Is it nice and tight?"

"Fuck yeah!" Steve replied, grinding his meat into the clenching depths.

Frank grinned and held Joe's head to begin fucking his mouth. "Fuck yeah, take that cherry hole hard!" He urged, smacking Joe's wobbling cheeks.

"You're a virgin?" Steve exclaimed in surprise. "Oh fuck...fuckin' 'ell!"

Frank avoided the question by asking one himself; "You're surprised? What d'you think Joe would say if he knew?"

"Joe? I dunno - you won't say anything, will you?" Steve said with concern.

'Reckon i don't have too.' Frank thought as an idea came to him, aloud he said. "He's a hot piece of ass - but I'd break him in two if i tried to fuck him! We just play games y'know? You like playin' games?"

"Games? Sure i like to play games." Steve said cautiously, stirring the tip of his cock around the hot, sucking hole before sliding it back into the juicy heat.

"You wanna play with me - daddy?" Frank whispered slyly, smacking Joe's arse sore.

"SSSSSHHHH! For fucks sake, he'll hear!" Steve hissed frantically, jerking his hips harder to generate extra friction around his shaft.

"Would that bother you? He loves the taste of your cum you know?" Frank went on, stroking Joe's face with knowing fingers, sliding them down his throat to encourage him to take more.

"How...?" Steve began, slowing his strokes - much to Joe's relief.

"When you blew off over Dave it hit him in the mouth - and he ate it all up like a good boy!" Frank groaned as Joe spluttered on his cock.

'What the fuck's he thinkin' of!' He thought, desperately trying to breathe and make sense of his friends motives.

"The dirty little fucker!" Steve exclaimed, sinking back inside the hot, wriggling flesh bucking beneath him.

"Yeahhhh..." Frank agreed. "I'm dirty little fucker - daddy...come on, fuck me!"

Joe had spent many a pleasant hour fantasising how he would lose his virginity and, although Frank had featured in quite a few of them, he never in his wildest dreams thought his father would not only be there with him but end up being the one to do the deed! It was a weird, but not an unpleasant sensation and he couldn't deny he was aroused. His cock throbbed and bounced with every thrust as his dad screwed his arse to the shaking bed. Joe clutched the sheets and held on hard as he was pounded like a piece of rare steak.

"Come on daddy...do it! Do it...screw it...fuck that hole!" Frank urged, stuffing his cock lewdly into Joe's gasping mouth.

"OhGodOhShitOhFuck-OOOOOHHHHHYYYYEEEESSSSSSS!" Steve babbled deliriously, deep-stroking that hole which accommodated him so well, giving it everything he had as his balls beat the rhythm on the hot, juicy flesh. His mind conjured up the long cherished memory of Joe jerking off in the bathroom and spun a new fantasy where he bent over to take his steel-stiff cock. "TakeItBaby - TakeItALL!" He demanded, churning his full length inside the juicy hole.

"Yeah, take it all." Frank moaned, pulling Joe's face closer to his crotch, spearing his throat deeper than ever.

Joe wondered if he could figure out how to breathe through his ears as Frank fucked his face, plunging half the length back and forth into his drooling mouth. The pain and shame of being so roughly used had long given way to pleasure at the sensation of being well fucked at both ends. He'd become nothing more than a conduit for cock - a selection of holes to be penetrated by the horny pair plundering his body.

"You really like that nice tight arse...don't you daddy?" Frank insinuated, stirring the head of his cock around Joe's mouth before slipping it down his throat again.

"I fuckin' LOVE it." Steve moaned, gripping the soft cheeks hard to deep-stroke every inch inside, pulling his nob to the edge before sliding slowly back inside.

"Is it tighter than Dave's?"

Passion distracted Steve and he sighed, "OHHHHHHYYYEEESSSS-YYESSSS!"

'So, you did fuck him!' Frank thought. Aloud he said, "You gonna cum in me too?"

"Wherever you want baby..." Steve grinned. He was enjoying this too much to stop now though, and maintained his control despite the sucking urgency milking his shaft of precum. "...I've not had a good fuck for ages."

"You are a good fuck." Frank said truthfully. He admired the older man's stamina and began to feel jealous of Joe. After all, he was the one supposed to be getting screwed!

"You must've had a lot of practice." He insinuated, digging for more details.

Steve chuckled. "It's like ridin' a bike." He said. "You never forget how once you learn!"

"Gonna teach me some tricks?"

"I bet you could teach me something new!" Steve laughed, slowing his manic pace, alternating deep, long strokes with short, hard thrusts.

'I just might.' Frank thought, smiling slyly to himself as pulled his cock free from Joe's mouth. "Show me another position." He suggested, wiping his cock across Joe's face.

"How about this?" Steve grunted, flipping Joe over onto his back, lifting his legs on each shoulder before sliding his cock along the crack of his arse, searching for the way back in.

"Fuck yeah." Frank approved, placing a hand over Joe's mouth to stifle his cries when he felt his fathers cock slither over his tender arse. "Fill that hole." He whispered, leaning down by Joe's face, kissing him softly. "Gimme all you got."

"Take it." Steve groaned and pushed hard into the tight muscle until he felt it open up for his cock to slip back inside.

Joe moaned around Frank's teasing tongue and arched his back as he felt himself lifted into the air until his shoulders had to take the strain of this new position.

"That's so fuckin' hot." Frank whispered to Joe. "I'd love to fuck you like this."

"No way!" Steve said, building himself up into a smooth rhythm. "You're too fuckin' big."




Random Relations Ch. 02



"They all say that!" Frank chuckled and added, "Tell me when you're gonna blow...I wanna see you cum."

"You got it." Steve said, getting into the swing of things, his balls slapping merrily away onto the firm cheeks. He'd not had so much fun since God-knows-when and was determined to, literally, squeeze every drop of fun from this night.

Frank sat up and smothered Joe's face beneath him, stifling his pleasure in case Steve became suspicious of where he heard him. It wasn't likely as he seemed too absorbed in what he was doing to notice such nuances but Frank didn't want to spoil the surprise when he was so close. Time became an abstract irrelevance as they enjoyed each other: Frank loved the sounds of sex; the harsh rasping breaths, the wet smacks of flesh, a moan of bliss here - a sigh of pleasure there. He fist-fucked his meat to the sound of the beat and squirmed on Joe's lithe tongue, wriggling around his arsehole.

Joe had lost sense of everything and didn't know if he was coming or going, but knew he would cum soon if his dad didn't stop fucking him like that. Steve had forgotten all concerns about Joe hearing him getting his rocks off and groaned louder and louder as his climax grew closer and closer.

"I'm...cumming!" He moaned, thrusting harder and faster. Stars burst in the blackness behind his closed eyes as he felt a convulsion of hot spunk shoot up his cock.

"FUCK...I'M CUMMMMMMINNNNGG! He cried - and then there was light - as Frank flicked the bedside light on at the very moment he pulled out.

"OH FUCK YYEEESSS!" He yelled in lusty triumph.

Then; FUCK NO! NONONONONONO-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He screamed, spraying Joe's supine body with hot splashes of spunk, leaving a steamy trail of evidence to contradict his frantic denial.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Frank gloated, jerking off over the illicit scene. "Give me your hot cum - daddy."

"Hey dad." Joe smiled bashfully, at odds with the sensual gesture of his legs wrapped around his fathers waist, holding him tight as he watched the hot drops of spunk bathe him in a white shower.

"Don't be so hard on him." Frank said, leaning in to catch a few errant drops, dripping from the tip of Steve's rigid cock. "It was my idea." He ran his tongue through a puddle of juice, scooping it into his mouth before lifting Joe's head to kiss him deeply, sharing the ill-gotten gains from their deception.

"You! You tricked me." Steve gasped at the audacity. "I'd never..."

"Wouldn't you?" Frank inquired. "You went along with our little game after all.

"But I didn't know!"

"You did it all the same." Joe said matter-of-factly, opening his legs.

"I was your first?" Steve stepped back aghast, turned and made for the door, his mind reeling from at what he'd done.

Frank said, "But not the last - let's see how far i can get now!"

He leapt nimbly off the bed and gave Joe a questioning look. Frank smiled as Joe pulled his knees back in a gesture of acceptance for him to go ahead.

Steve fled to the bathroom and stood under the shower as though trying to wash away the memory. But, however hard he scrubbed at his flesh, the stain of iniquity clung to him like a caul.

"Oh God what have I done?" He moaned, burying his face in his hands as though hiding from the fact. The image of Joe's hot, hard naked body was branded into his brain, giving him no respite. He sighed, turned off the shower and let the water drip from his body as he studied his reflection in the mirror. All he saw was his son impaled on that impossibly long black cock. He had to stop this before it...before what - before It was too late? He turned away with a groan of despair and decided to get their assurance this would go no further than these four walls.

A long moan drifted down the hallway as he stepped out of the bathroom. It drew him on, rising and falling in pitch until he discerned Joe's voice, protesting at the size of the task presented to his untutored body.

"Come on guys!" Steve said as he approached the guest room door. He had always had a liberal attitude to sex but there were limits.

The sight of Joe squatting onto Frank's enormous cock suggested those limits were about to be stretched beyond anything he'd ever imagined. He stopped in the doorway and stared at Joe's buttocks which seemed to greet him with a warm, knowing smile.

"Holy fuck!" He breathed. Joe wasn't protesting after all. He was actively seeking to impale himself fully on the turgid black monster.

He had to make up his mind now: He could go, he could stay and watch or...

"Looks like you need some help." He said, walking towards the bed.

'After all', he thought. 'It's appropriate really. If I could teach him how to ride his first bike, I can teach him to ride cock! - who would ever know?'



Random Relations Ch. 03



Helen strode over to her daughter and slapped her face.

"Slut!" She hissed, pointing at Alison who lay curled up on the floor like a contented cat. "Get her out of here. Now!"

"But mum..." Elaine protested, flinching away from another blow.

"No 'buts' young lady. Do as you're told." Helen demanded, back-handing the other side of her face.

"...I love her!" She insisted, warding off the next blow with the hand that held the bottle. It slipped from her grasp, flew over her mothers shoulder and detonated against the wall like a grenade.

"You what?" Helen stared at her daughter as though she'd just been slapped herself.

"We're in love." Alison said, raising herself on one hand to look Helen in the eye. "It's not like we're just fucking around."

"You mind your language my girl." Helen warned, striding across the floor to pick Alison up.

"Get the fuck out!" She demanded, plucking her from the floor like a rag doll and flinging her onto the sofa with little effort.

"Please mum." Elaine said tearfully.

"Not another peep out of you." Her mother ordered, gathering clothes off the floor. "Get to bed."

"It'll be okay babes." Alison soothed. "There's always tomorrow."

Elaine burst into tears and fled upstairs.

"You should know by now." Helen said. "That tomorrow never comes."

"That's why I always seize the moment." Alison said, provocatively parting her long legs.

"Impulsive little mynx aren't you?" Helen sighed. "Don't you have any control over that?"

Alison giggled, stroking her smooth lips. "Sometimes. But It's been very naughty tonight - are you going to spank me again?"

Helen gave her a cold smile. "Tell me." She whispered. "Do you plan on fucking your way through my whole family?"

The memory of finding this tramp with her husband was the injury which had caused their break-up and now she had added the insult of being caught with her daughter. Helen had slapped every part of her she could lay hands on the first time and intended to repeat the lesson. She poured herself a half-glass of wine from the last of the bottle and watched the slutty bitch through slitted eyes.

"That wine has a very fruity flavour." Alison laughed, rolling off the sofa to kneel on the floor, arching her back to present herself for another lesson.

"Answer me bitch." Helen demanded, taking a sip of from her glass. She detected a familiar bitter-sweet after taste and wondered what else the kinky slut had been up to.

"Ready when you are Mrs Woolmer." She simpered, wiggling her buttocks and burying her head in the cushions.

"So that's how you want to play it?" Helen tossed the remnants of her drink down her throat with a flick of the wrist and wiped her mouth. 'I bet you are!' She thought, rolling the sleeves of her shirt up her well muscled forearms.

The first blow went some way to easing the frustration she felt at how the evening had gone with her recalcitrant spouse. The second and third brought her rage to fruition and began to leave its mark on the younger girls flesh.

Alison screeched into the cushions and arched her back as the pleasure-pain ripped along her spine. She tried to keep count, but became disorientated under the furious assault, pleading in earnest as the game became deadly serious.

"Please...OW! NO! Oh please...Mrs Woolmer...OW! Don't...please no...OWWWW!"

The first spanking she'd received upon being caught with Steve's cock in her mouth was a mild admonishment compared to this. A great weight settled onto the small of her back and a hand pressed her head into the cushion, muffling her cries as the pain in her buttocks intensified.

"Bitch! Bitch! Bitch...!" Helen punctuated each blow as revenge made her eyes gleam with feral lust as she laid into the soft cheeks relentlessly; only changing hands when her arm ached. No matter what Alison did she couldn't wriggle free, and when the beating descended onto her vulnerable pussy she realised she didn't particularly want to. The fire in her cunt raged out of control and no amount of juice would quench it.

"...Bitch! Bitch! You dirty bitch!" Helen exclaimed, realising she wasn't giving her the beating she deserved - she was beating her off!

Alison raised her head and moaned as the beating stopped and the weight lifted from her back. Damnit! She'd been so close!

"You enjoyed that - didn't you? Whore!" Helen hissed venomously into her ear.

"Oh no Mrs Woolmer!"

"Liar!"

"No honestly, it hurt so much. Thank-you!"

"I can smell how much it hurt. Now get your clothes on and get out!"

Alison got up slowly, her knees wobbling like a new born faun. She slipped her skirt and T-shirt on without bothering to put on her sodden underwear, which she simply stuffed into her purse under the watchful eye of her antagonists wrath.

"Don't fuck with me again young lady. Understood?" Helen snapped over her shoulder as opened the front door.

"Or Elaine will find out exactly who was fucking her father." She whispered.

"Yes madam." Alison said, rubbing her sore buttocks demurely as she went out, the cool night air sobered her thoughts but did nothing to put out the burning sensation in her loins.

Helen smiled to herself as she watched the chastised girl's buttocks twitch pertly away.

"Know your place my dear." She whispered, closing the door quietly. She looked up the stairs and took a deep breath adding, "and that goes for you too," while pondering the merits of using the paddle or the strap for Elaine's lesson.

(*)(*)

Alison wiggled homeward with a light heart and warm glow between her legs. The Fraser's dog barked manically as it caught her honeyed scent drifting by in a perfumed cloud and she laughed gaily, making her way to the short-cut home through the park. She made a bee-line for the open gate and strode into the moonlit night with the confidence of youth. The trees seemed to lean together as she walked by, whispering secretly of things they'd seen. All Alison could hear was leaves, rustling in the breeze and a delicate sigh, carried almost imperceptibly to her ears. She stopped, her eyes swivelling wildly as she tried to see who was there but the night yielded nothing more menacing than a carelessly discarded empty packet tumbling by. The sound drifted past again as she prepared to carry on walking. It seemed to come from behind a shadowy clump of bushes to her left. Cautiously, she stepped off the path and made her way towards them. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but Alison's could murder a whole pride of them!

Hardly daring to breathe for fear of giving herself away she peered round a tangle of branches and discerned a crouching figure, about 10' away, head down with their back to her. She smothered a giggle with a hand over her mouth as she realised they were urinating with some relief. Another sigh wafted past along with the steady splash of liquid on the grass. The view became obscure as clouds drifted across the moon, forcing her to step a little closer. The sighs of relief became moans of arousal as the stranger wiped herself and began to rub more vigorously between her spread legs.

'You kinky cow!' Alison thought, kneeling in the undergrowth to watch more closely as the moon peeped from behind the clouds, revealing all to her horny gaze. She twiddled her clit softly and dipped a finger inside her pussy, smearing juices over her flesh as she saw the stranger begin to fuck herself quickly with three fingers, jabbing them in knuckle-deep.

Alison did the same, cursing to herself as the moon passed through some broken cloud, providing a stroboscopic show. The hand flashed up and down in a stop-start relay as her sexual desires grew lurid, spraying the sodden grass with musk. The scent aroused her memories of Elaine.

'She'll freak when I tell her!' Alison thought, pulling her shirt up to play with her nipples, the cool air making them tingle and harden.

(*)(*)

Elaine was already freaked to her limit as Alison crouched in the bushes thinking of her.

"Oh Mum Stop, please stop!" She begged, wriggling helplessly on the bed she was tied to.

"You know...what I want you...to do!" Helen gasped, brandishing the thick leather strap like an exultant gaucho over her head before cracking it across Elaine's blood-red buttocks.

Elaine knew all too well and was damned if she was going to scream out. She was damned if she didn't. It was only a matter of time before she broke down. She'd listened in panic to her mother administering rough justice on her friend. She'd considered fleeing, but where could she go? To her father? No. She simply bit her lip and endured to the bitter end. Her mother always said it was for her own good and whenever she complained the beating intensified, so she stifled her complaints the best she could and hoped it would be over soon.

"I'm not doing this...because I want to." Which wasn't quite true.

"It's for your own good!" Again, not the whole truth. Helen always enjoyed doing this, especially to her no-good husband. She wondered if he'd screwed the little mynx on purpose to get a harder beating than usual, but decided he'd been too cocky this time. The look of amazement on his face when she'd left brought a grim smile of satisfaction to her face as she remembered. The memory added urgency to her blows.

"I know you want to..." She panted, landing another blow to her daughters quivering buttocks.

"Scream!" She demanded, raining a flurry of blows onto her flesh.

Elaine kept her lips defiantly closed and endured by keeping a picture of Alison in her mind, wondering what she was doing now.

(*)(*)

At that moment Alison was enjoying an untrammelled view of the woman's pussy getting reamed by three busy fingers, flashing into the juicy hole, as she joined in unnoticed.

'I wonder if Mrs Woolmer's as hairy as that?' She mused, fingering herself diligently while pulling harder on her nipples.

The thought made her mouth water. A fresh trickle of juice dripped from her open cunt onto the ground and she tweaked her clit playfully as she imagined sucking on Elaine's mother.

That was the fantasy she couldn't share with anyone but Helen. Her offhanded disdain was like catnip to her pussy, making it wet and juicy as she fantasised about getting more than just a spanking.

'Maybe I should try fucking my way through Her family.' She thought wryly. Joe had burned enough holes in her blouse to suggest he was more than willing!

The cloud shrouded her view once more and she contented herself with listening to the woman moan with pleasure. She stifled her own by biting down on her lip as her clit throbbed with desire, despite having cum twice already that night under Elaine's skilled tongue. Alison didn't consider herself a slut. She just had a healthy desire for as much sex as she could get. Male or female; black or white; big or, well, not so big - definitely not small!

'Oh Elaine.' She thought wistfully. 'I wish you were here to help me cum!'

(*)(*)

Elaine wished her friend was there too, for very different reasons. The relentless beating was taking its toll, cracking her resolve. She imagined Alison held her hand, soothed her brow, told her it was going to be alright.

"Oh Ali'!" She whispered.

"What did you say?" Her mother demanded. The strap whistling dementedly through the air to land; smack! Between her parted thighs.

Elaine bit her lip hard to stop herself crying out, gagging on the coppery taste of blood, as the pain wrecked through her awareness, threatening to shatter the only thing which kept her from screaming out loud.

"Tell me!" Helen shouted, slapping the strap repeatedly onto her daughters crack.

Elaine desperately held onto the memory of Ali's tender touch and shook her head.

Her daughters stubborn refusal made something snap inside Helen. "Tell me!" She screeched, flailing wildly over Elaine's buttocks and thighs. The strap landed indiscriminate streaks of pain across the back of Elaine's body until the blows blended together into a shrieking harmony of sheer agony. Hot tears scalded her flushed cheeks, adding a piquant counter-point to the exquisite suffering she continued to endure.

"Insolent slut!" Helen roared, unable to believe her daughter could defy her so stubbornly. It only served to feed her rage into a frenzy of strokes that smashed Elaine's resistance.

The scream swelled like a tsunami in her throat until it surged past her lips in a cascading discordance, rendering her helpless to the implacable will of her mother's fury. A wordless wail of noise ricocheted off the bare walls, rising and falling around the small, dingy room.

"Louder!" Helen exhorted, sneaking a hand under her skirt as she placed her blows carefully in order to extract the most pleasure from the moment.

"NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Elaine screamed until her throat hurt. Not from the pain, although it was beyond anything she'd ever felt. Nor from the humiliation of finally giving in to her mother, though that was as bad as it gets. She screamed because she could no longer see Ali' in her minds eye and was now at the mercy of her mother's petty jealousy.

"OH YES!" Helen crooned happily, getting the reaction she wanted, pinching her arousal into a blissful little peak.

"That was very good, my little bad-girl." She sighed, sucking her fingers clean.

Elaine burst into tears and sobbed her heart out, unable to stop herself after all she'd been through.

Helen laughed and said, "Awwww, shall I kiss it better for you?"

'Yes, you can kiss my arse. BITCH!' Elaine thought angrily, hating her with every fibre of her beaten body.

She shivered as drops of cool oil drizzled over her instead, soothing her hurt but not dampening the fiery rage burning deep within her soul.

Helen looked at the latticework of welts criss-crossing her daughters body and wondered if she'd gone too far. She began to rub the oil into her tender flesh, concerned that she'd alienated the only person who'd stood by her through this dark time in her life. She knew she was a bitch, but she loved her daughter deeply and didn't want to lose her to that slut. There was only one thing she could do now and didn't hesitate.

"Alison doesn't love you." She began, caressing Elaine's ample buttocks. 

Elaine screamed and shook her head violently in denial.

"It's true!" She insisted, straddling her thighs. "She doesn't love anyone but herself.

"Y-You d-don't kn-know..." Elaine protested.

"I do know." Her mother interrupted brusquely, leaning down to whisper in her ear.

"I know because I caught her with your father. The little bitch only laughed when she saw me and went right back to sucking him off!" She held Elaine tight as she tried to throw her off.

"TH-THAT'S N-N-NOT T-TRUE!" She howled furiously. "Y-YOU'RE ONLY S-S-SAYING TH-THAT!"

"It is true and I'm not just saying that. You must believe me Eli'."

Elaine paused for breath. Her mother never called her Eli' unless she wanted something. Obviously she wanted her to believe what she was saying. But was it true?

Helen sensed her daughter's hesitation and pressed her point home with a gentle kiss.

"I wouldn't lie to you about something so important darling. I'll prove it by taking you to hear the truth from his own lips."

Elaine winced as she felt her sore arse getting squashed under her mothers crotch. She pulled her head away and bounced vigorously on the bed, trying in vain to shake her off.

"Silly girl!" Helen scolded, clamping her thighs tighter to keep them locked.

"Deep down you know i'm right." She whispered. "Say you'll come and I'll untie you."

Elaine stopped her futile wriggling and lay still.

"Okay." She said in a small voice. "I'll go with you."

Helen smiled and loosened the bonds around her wrists, keeping her thighs locked tight as she watched her daughter slip free, anticipating the sudden reflex of her body as she tried to throw her off.

"I'm way ahead of you young lady!" She crowed, gripping Elaine's wrists as she tried to hook her arms around her neck to throw her off.

"Lemme go - Bitch!"

"Not until you accept - the truth!"

"You're a liar - and i hate you!" Elaine yelled, twisting herself round in her mothers slippery grip. The oil enabled her arms to squirm loose and she clawed at anything in reach in a blind rage.

Helen dodged her daughters flailing nails deftly but heard her shirt tear as they ran through the thin material. She gasped, taken by surprise at the strength behind the blow, then groaned, in pleasure more than pain, as Elaine's knee hit her smack between the legs. 

"NO - I'M NOT!" She panted, catching hold of Elaine's arms and using her considerable weight advantage to pin her down.

Elaine wriggled furiously and bit hard into her left breast that dangled temptingly close. 

"OW SHIT! Helen wrenched herself free, leaving her breasts exposed to further abuse as her bra tore open.

"Ali' does love me!" Elaine insisted, trying to break free. "It's you who loves nobody but themselves."

"No! You're wrong." Helen replied furiously, pulling back to avoid her daughters snapping teeth. Her crotch slid down Elaine's thigh with an arousing rustle of silk that made her clit tingle.

"Get off me - you fat cow!" Elaine gasped. "Go on - Fuck off!"

Helen retaliated in the only way left open as her hands were full with containing her daughter's struggles. She leaned down and kissed her full on the lips to prevent any further profanity.

Elaine's eyes bulged in shock as her mother's lips smothered her mouth, silencing the flow of invective. The taste of those lips combined with her mother's spicy perfume had a profoundly disturbing effect on her and, to her horror, she found herself becoming aroused.

"NO!" She coughed and spat defiantly into her mothers face as she pulled away, refuting the emotion.

Helen gave her daughter a quirky grin, licked her lips and kissed her again, quickly sliding her tongue between her teeth and back out before Elaine could snap them shut onto the intruder.

"I do love you." She panted, working her moist crotch over Elaine's thigh.

"You're sick!" She said, spitting directly into her mothers open mouth and struggling harder to free herself.

Helen spat right back into her daughters face and lay between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously.

"No more than you!" She whispered seductively. "Or your father. Do you how much he likes to be fucked? - fucked in the arse! - No, I don't suppose you do."

"NNNNNOOOOOO!!" Elaine screamed again and writhed furiously beneath the implacable weight of the Freudian fantasy her mother was subjecting her to.

"Ohhhhhh yessssss!" Helen sighed, bumping and grinding her cunt as she felt her orgasm begin to flow.

Elaine felt the heat spreading though her cunt and knew she was losing the battle. Her mothers will was simply too strong.

"I hate you." She whispered again, though the words lacked conviction as her juices began to flow.

Helen sensed she'd gained the upper hand and pressed home her advantage, determined to do anything to prevent that slut taking her daughter away from her. She kissed her neck softly and whispered, "You - and I - are one." Her tongue beguiled the soft skin behind her ear. "How can you hate me?"

"You don't love me." Elaine persisted, considering the implication that she couldn't hate her mother without hating herself.

Helen sat up and pressed her daughters hand to her breast. "I love you with every beat of my heart. Can't you feel it?"

"Words!" Elaine dug her nails into the soft flesh. "Just words. If you loved me you wouldn't hit me like that!"

"I only beat you because i care!" Helen cried, absorbing the pain in her heart and the pleasure in her pussy in equal measure.

Elaine looked at her mother uncertainly. She did care about her in her own way - more than her father ever did for sure. Perhaps she was telling the truth after all?




Random Relations Ch. 03



"Do you have to go so far?" She asked, tightening her grip slightly. "My arse is still burning!"

Helen leant down and kissed her cheek. ""I've not cum so far in ages! I'm sorry if i got carried away - your father's used to it - will you go to see him - with me." She panted, wriggling harder to bring her orgasm closer, 'just a little further,' she thought, 'and i'm there - oh yes! - I'm there,' rocking back and forth on her daughters cunt to rub her clit.

"Okay mum I'll come with you." Elaine said.

If actions spoke louder than words she'd find out the truth of the matter - one way or another.

"Promise you'll cum with me." Helen sighed.

"Yes, i'll come. I promise."

"Oh Eli'! Cum with me now!"

"Now?"

"Yes baby - Now!"

Helen breathed a little sigh of relief as the orgasm rushed through her, sending a flood of warm juice flowing over them.

"Oh mum!"

Elaine felt the heat of her mother's body surge through her and realised the truth in a blinding flash - she did love her - in more ways than one!

Their lips slipped into a passionate embrace as the love was accepted, tongues swapping secrets that had long been withheld behind a wall of antipathy which crumbled when they came together. Their hands explored the hidden folds of each others body, stroking, caressing, feeling the swell of emotion cleanse the darkness from within themselves. 

In the afterglow they chortled happily and hugged each other tight, sharing a moment of peace after months of turmoil, content to rest in each others arms.

"You see how much more I can love you?" Helen murmured, nibbling her daughters earlobe.

"We really shouldn't..." Elaine replied, stroking her mothers buttocks anyway.

"I think we just did." Helen reminded her, licking her neck.

"Now go take a shower and then i'll take you to get all the proof you need."

"It's a little late isn't it?"

"No darling." Helen said, leaning up to look her daughter in the eye. "we're just in time." 

Elaine nodded to show she understood her mother's meaning. They had discovered the truth in time to save their relationship. She swung her legs off the bed and stood up gingerly, wincing at the sudden pain from her sore body, before making her way into the bathroom to enjoy a hot shower.

Helen watched her go with a predatory smile of satisfaction and went into her own room to slip into something more --- suitable. She deliberated between two outfits before choosing one that would enhance this special occasion, liberally powdering her legs before stretching it on. She heard her daughter coming out of the bathroom and called out, "Darling! Can you come and help me?"

"Oh my god, mum! What are you wearing?" Elaine gasped from the doorway.

Helen turned, smiled at her and tartly replied. "Come now. I'm sure you've seen a woman wearing rubber before!"

As a matter of fact she had. The catalogue's were sprinkled with such items - but she never imagined her own mother wearing one! The bra strained to cover her huge tits, two holes allowing her erect nipples to breathe. Her thighs bulged within the thin rubber stockings and a rubber suspender belt hung limply down, unable to reach the tops without an extra pair of hands to pull them tight. She knelt at her feet and looked up.

"Is this what you want me to do?" She asked, pulling the left one up to snap it onto the suspender.

"Yes. Thank you dear." Helen curtly replied, indicating she should do all four by turning slowly around.

Elaine couldn't help but notice the outline of her cunt, clearly visible through the rubber panties stretched so tightly around her waist that she could almost hear them groaning under the strain. The sight would've been absurd at any other time, but the sexual tension wove a spell around them, pulling them closer together at this revelation. She watched her mother stride to the cupboard, rummage briefly and reappear with a long rubber cape, flinging it around her shoulders with a flourish before clasping it to her neck.

"What do you think of your old mum now?" She asked with a twinkle in her eye.

Elaine chuckled. "Watch out batman!" She said, getting up from the floor to appraise the outfit better.

"Batman be damned - your father had better watch out!" 

"Do you really...?" Elaine giggled.

"...do him in the bum? Helen chuckled. "Yes!"

"How...?"

"You'll see! Now - put this on." Helen demanded, handing a one-piece suit of pvc to her goggle-eyed daughter." He usually wears this, but it'll fit you." She explained, pointing out the zip that ran down the front, under the crotch and up the back to show her how it came apart.

"I - I can't!" Elaine protested, stepping backwards with a shake of her head.

"Oh, can't you. But it's okay to use my vibrator whenever it suits you?"

Elaine blushed to the roots of her hair. "I only borrowed it once."

"Oh really? Then how come i heard you using it in the bathroom a couple of weeks ago? It's okay love." She went on before Elaine could protest her innocence further. "I quite enjoyed having it warmed up before getting to grips with it myself."

Her blush deepened. Not only had her mother known she'd been through her stuff, but she'd inadvertently aroused her at the same time with her own juices! One thing still bothered her though.

"Where were these?" She asked, waving the pvc suit at her mother's rubber clad body.

"I hide them inside my frocks." Helen replied with a cunning smile. "I forgot I'd brought them until i wore my purple dress last month! Now hurry and get changed. I'll help you."

'No wonder i never saw them.' She thought, struggling into the unfamiliar garment. It clung to her body like a second skin, the crotch digging into her pussy like a metal finger. The sensation wasn't unpleasant and she held her breath as the zip rasped between her legs to fasten tightly at the nape of her neck.

"Such a pretty pussy." Helen breathed, sliding her finger along the puffy red lips, parting them slightly before pulling the other zip over them.

Elaine gasped at the intimate touch and moaned as it slid past her clit that had popped up to see what else was going to happen.

"We're going to have such fun, you and I." Helen crooned, pulling the zip up to the swell of her breasts. It refused to budge another inch.

"Well at least it's a warm night." Helen laughed, giving up the struggle to close it fully.

"I can't..." Elaine gasped as she realised the enormity of what she was being told to do.

"You can." Her mother snapped, taking her chin in an unshakeable grip. "And you will!"

"But mum...mmmmmmppphhhh!" Her protests were curtailed with an abrupt kiss that lengthened into a lip-crushing embrace.

"Listen to me Eli'." Helen panted. "Your fathers going to get his due tonight for all he's put us through. Why should he live in our house when he's the one who did wrong. Yes, i know. I walked out." She went on before her daughter could speak. "But now i'm going back - and you're coming with me."

Elaine nodded, unable to refute her mother in this mood.

"Go and get your coat on dear. I'll be down in a minute." Helen smiled to show she wasn't angry with her.

She waited until Elaine's footsteps faded down the stairs and went to a small cupboard by her bed, unlocked the bottom drawer and pulled out one more essential item she would need.

"Ready darling?" She said sweetly, descending the stairs in a jasmine cloud. The rubber rustled provocatively and her daughter nodded, staring in trepidation at the swinging length of solid black rubber between her mother's thighs.

"For anything?" She grinned, stroking Elaine's face with a manicured finger nail.

The perfume couldn't disguise her arousal and Elaine nodded firmly, wrinkling her nose at the pungent aroma of sweat and sex lurking beneath the scented haze.

"Leave the coat. It's a warm night and nobody will see us at this hour. Besides.." She kissed her daughter swiftly. "...You look gorgeous!"

"Mum!" Elaine protested, squeezing the obscene length in her hand. "You're outrageous!"

"Follow me." Helen commanded. "Two steps behind. And don't dawdle. She snapped, opening the front door.

To her considerable amazement, Elaine did as she was told without question, following her mother into the car where she sat with an exclamation of surprise. The seat was cold! It soon warmed up under her skin as they drove in silence through the deserted streets. Helen concentrated on the road ahead, holding her daughters face firmly in her rubber crotch, "Just in case anyone's about." She explained, turning onto the road that led past the park.

Elaine felt the strap-on she'd searched high and low for slip along her lips and she parted them to explore its rubbery tumescence, rubbing gently between her legs as she fantasised it sliding between them.

"Make me nice and wet." Helen purred, glancing down to see her daughters mouth working over the dildo.

She looked up and glimpsed two familiar figures, walking arm in arm through the park gate, from the corner of her eye.

'What's that dirty bitch been up to now?' She wondered, stepping on the gas.

(*)(*)

Alison had thought exactly the same thing earlier as she heard her a familiar voice noisily reminiscing over the vicar's exploits.

"Oh mother.' She thought, using the cover of darkness to creep closer. 'What have you been up to!'

"Oh yes! Yes! Make me cum again!" Her mother gasped, laying spread out on the grass like a primal sacrifice. The moon peeped its silvery face from behind the clouds and shone on her semi-naked body like a blessing from the Gods.

Alison looked at her glistening pussy and saw a way to keep her secret - and have some fun at the same time. She stepped from the bushes and brazenly walked up to her mother, planting a foot between her writhing legs to still her beating hand.

"What..?" Mrs Barton spluttered in confusion as she felt the weight of her foot.

"Oh Shit!" She almost screamed, looking into her daughters mocking eyes.

"Seems like the boot is on the other foot." Alison drawled ironically, pressing down hard.

"What would daddy say, hmm?" She went on, leering at her mother's full breasts.

"Or should i say, what would daddy do - if he heard about this?"

Jean may have been semi-orgasmic but recognised innuendo when she heard it. She looked away from her daughter and contemplated the alternative in the moonlit glade around them.

"I - I was fantasising. That's all." She said, hoping that would cut off further inquiries.

"Really?" Alison leaned closer. "And I suppose that streak of spunk in your hair is just an illusion then?"

"Oh fuck!" Jean ran a hand through her hair, feeling the sticky strands cling to her fingers like an emission of guilt.

"Oh fuck indeed." Alison smiled, taking her foot away. She walked around slowly until she stood over her head.

"What was it like?" She said, lifting her skirt to tease her clit.

"I can't say - you're my daughter for Christ's sake!" Jean exclaimed. "Have you no morals?"

"No." She smiled. "I do have a horny pussy though." She went on pinching her clit harder.

"Does he have a big dick? The vicar's been eyeing me up for months and i might let him if he has!"

"Don't..." Jean gasped at her effrontery and closed her eyes so she didn't have to see what Alison was doing. The image of his thick cock spewing hot spunk over her face sprang into her minds eye and she groaned in remembering the salty taste on her tongue.

"Is he any good at eating pussy?" Alison asked, brushing aside her mothers protest.

"No!"

"Either tell me!" She warned, "or dad. Its up to you.

Jean slumped like a badly made soufflé and said resignedly. "How long have you been spying?"

"Long enough."

"He thought I was - someone else at first." 

"Who?"

Her mother ignored the question and described how she'd watched the priest jerking off in the sanctity of the confessional while she'd masturbated along with him - leaving out the earlier encounter with Gordon which had provided the catalyst for her visit in the first place. It had been the first time she'd ever done such a thing and the priest had dryly remarked he didn't do it that often either when she admitted it to him. Overcome with embarrassment, Jean had fled before any further revelations and regretted her hasty departure after calming down. Her walk through the park had provided a perfect opportunity to explore the strange feeling creeping through her body and she'd been so close to further fulfilment of her desire before being rudely interrupted.


"But who did he think you were?" Alison persisted.

Jean hesitated before admitting that, "It was you."

"Don't you just love the irony? Did he make you cum too?" 

"No I - I took the matter in hand myself." Her mother replied, softly stroking her clit as she remembered how hot his spunk felt on her face, in her mouth. She shivered again at the thought of it creaming her juicy cunt and opened her eyes to see her daughter was just as aroused.

"We should go now." She whispered.

"Before we go - let's cum!" Alison giggled. "See how wet I am?"

The moonlight shone on the pouting lips of her smooth cunt, beguiling her to taste the dewy drops of juice glistening within.

Jean shook her head. "We mustn't."

"Oh, but I must!" 

"I can't!"

"You will." Alison insisted, squatting over her mother's face. "Or i'll tell dad you did anyway - and you made me do it!

"You're a nasty girl!" Jean cried, digging her nails into the soft flesh descending perilously close to her face.

"Yes. I am." Alison admitted. "But you've been very, very naughty." She said, punctuating her accusation with increasingly harder slaps that resounded around the trees. They leaned closer in the quickening breeze with interest.

"And naughty girls get punished." She went on. "You taught me that - now It's time for your first lesson."

"NO!" Jean gasped, breathing in the aroma of her daughters ripe cunt that brushed delicately over her nose.

"Lesson one." She said, spitting between her legs. "How to eat pussy!"

"OH...!" Was all Jean managed to say before her lips were smothered in hot, wet flesh.

"Oh yes! "Doesn't that look good enough to eat?" Alison wiggled her arse playfully and stroked a moist finger through her mothers bushy lips. "God! It feels like a jungle down there." She laughed, teasing her clit. "Eat it! Get your tongue in there!" Alison demanded, wriggling into a more comfortable position. "Come on - Lick it - damn you!"

Jean stubbornly kept her mouth closed, breathing the ripe aroma of her daughters cunt as she felt herself taken in the most intimate embrace of her life. She'd never felt anything like it in her life. Her husband refused to have anything to do with such a lewd act.

Alison gave a frustrated squeal and clamped her thighs tighter against her mothers face, thinking, 'She'll have to breathe sometime!' And curled three fingers deep inside her cunt.

The same thing occurred to Jean and with a gasp she opened her mouth. Hot juices washed over her tongue and trickled down her throat. She gagged at the unfamiliar taste and drummed her feet on the grass as her daughter wriggled appreciatively on her face. 

"Yes! Stick your tongue in there!" Alison cried.

Jean couldn't hear a word but felt the fingers thrusting harder in encouragement. She moaned as her delayed orgasm resumed its journey, teased on under her daughters direction, and trapped the fleshy folds of her smothering cunt in her teeth.

"Now we're not going to hurt each other are we? Alison warned clenching her fingers in the matted patch of thick hair. Jean realised she had her, literally, by the short and curlies! Her grip relaxed and Alison breathed a huge sigh of relief, flopping forward to lie flat on her mothers body.

Mother and daughter lay entwined in a classic 69 that began tentatively as each explored the other with a moist tongue here, a stiff finger there until their initial shyness became washed away in a sticky flood of love juices.

The moon blushed and hid its face behind a passing cloud, shading the lovers from prying eyes, though neither would've noticed anyone who happened to pass by. No-one did. A solitary owl flew over the coupling women and ignored them in its search for smaller prey.

Alison, however, found exactly what she was looking for and wrapped her lips around the hard nub of flesh with a moan of contentment. She slid both hands under the plump, soft cheeks of her mothers arse, pulling her onto the probing tip of her tongue that circled Jean's clit as she sucked it, flicking the sensitive bud into full awareness. The thick, soft hair tickled her nose as she used to part the swollen lips of her cunt. She breathed the spicy aroma like an oenophile tasting a piquant new wine and opened her mouth wider to feed greedily on the tangy juices.

Jean felt her inhibitions float away on the breeze, carrying her up towards new, undreamt of pleasure. She explored the hot mystery of her daughters sex with trembling fingers, penetrating gently, then more eagerly as it sucked her into a maelstrom of passion.

"You bad girl!" She whispered, slapping Alison firmly.

A deep moan and a wiggle was her only response.

The glade resounded to the hard smacks and hot sucking lips. Their cries of mutual pleasure rose into the sky, tempting the moon out once more to bathe them in its aura. The trees sighed at the sight them writhing blissfully between each others legs. Their branches shook in the swirling wind, showering them with leaves.

Jean stopped spanking her daughter and buried her face between the glowing cheeks of Alison's arse with an ululation of sheer bliss as she began to cum.

"Mother-Fucker!" Alison cried as she felt herself penetrated by the hot, wet tongue.

The trees sighed: "IIIINNNCCCEESSSSSSTT!"

Moonbeams shone radiantly on them as they rolled over in a tangle of arms and legs, feeding on each others increasing lust.

Alison felt her back become moist and realised she was lying on the patch of grass her mother had used to piss on. Hysterical with desire she plunged her tongue right up Jean's cunt and writhed on the soiled earth, noisily sucking the creamy juice.

The leaves danced around their thrashing limbs and a rattle of applause seemed to emanate from the arboreal audience, stirred by the wind, whirling around them.

Jean was aware of nothing but the incredible sensation of the intense orgasm bursting over her daughters face. She raised her head, howled at the moon as though paying homage to an ancient spirit and clawed at her bared breasts, squeezing the swollen teats hard enough to bring a trickle of milk flowing over her fingers. Her whole body felt like one big, gushing cunt, ejaculating juices from every pore as she came again and again, and again. Years of frustration drained away from her flesh leaving her empty, yet fulfilled at the same time, ready for fresh experiences. She sank back down onto her daughters cunt with a long groan and kissed it gratefully, thanking her in the only way possible for showing her how to love again.

Alison quivered as she felt her needs assuaged so lovingly and responded by slipping her tongue along the hot torrent of liquid that flowed between her mothers cheeks until it found the way inside her nether hole.

Jean moaned briefly, surprised and delighted in feeling her most private spot penetrated so rudely. She rolled her tongue around Alison's clit in ever decreasing circles until it slid inside her smooth, syrupy cunt. The hot juices exciting her in ways she never imagined.

"Suck my cunt." Alison groaned, "tongue-fuck it." She plunged her tongue back and forth to show how she liked it.

"Like this?" Jean said, attaching her lips to Alison's cunt and slipping her tongue deep and fast in the juicy depths.




Random Relations Ch. 03



"Oh fuck! Yes! Yes!" She cried, wrapping both legs around her mothers head and rolling over in a smooth motion to ensure she kept her in the zone.

Jean managed to take a quick breath before becoming smothered in hot, wet flesh. It subsumed her will, suffocating her senses under the unshakeable power of her daughters orgasm.

Alison flung her arms wide as though trying to pull the moon down to her trembling body, wiping her mothers face between the cheeks of her arse, coating her with hot cum, using her like some sybian fuck-toy to get off on. The wind whipped her hair into a tangled frenzy around her face and she clapped both hands to her head, screaming with lust, while the trees seemed to empathise with both women, shaking in their orgasmic aura.

As the earth shattering tremors subsided Alison became aware of her mothers bubbling groans and saw she was furiously rubbing her clit. She leant forward, brushed her hand away and replaced it with her own, thrusting two, three, then four fingers inside her cunt. It sucked them in greedily with room to spare. Alison was thrilled and began rubbing herself over her mothers heaving tits while smacking her clit.

"I bet you wish this was the reverend giving you a right seeing-to now?" She chortled.

"Or would you rather watch him fuck me in this position?" She thrust four fingers deeper, pressing her thumb onto her mothers clit. "My pretty pussy's so much tighter. I bet he'd spunk in seconds!"

Jean went berserk, panting blissfully at the thought of his thick cock fucking her like Alison's fingers.

"Make me cum again!" She pleaded, shoving three fingers up her daughters dripping snatch.

Alison twisted her hand in the sopping wet gash. "Only if you promise to share him!" She said, gleefully wriggling on her mothers fingers.

"Yes! Anything! Just make me fucking cum!" She begged, plugging her daughters cute little arsehole firmly with a wet thumb.

"Would you suck his spunk from my freshly fucked pussy?" Alison persisted, teasing her clit on Jean's hard nipples.

"Oh God! Yes!" Jean humped harder on her daughters hand.

"I want to watch you suck his cock - after he's fucked my arse!" Alison demanded lewdly.

"Oh - my - God!" Not only did Jean feel herself cumming, she could actually hear it spurting.

Alison watched her juice squirt in a great curving arc and urged her on, "cum for me, cum!" She squatted over her mothers gushing cunt to do something she'd always wanted, but never dared. She pissed on her: rubbing her clit in absolute ecstasy as her golden shower mingled with the clear cataract of juice, consecrating their incestuous union in a flood of passion.

"Cum on!" Alison cried, mashing her smooth cunt into Jean's hairy bush, crushing their lips together in a sloppy wet kiss.

"I can't!" Jean gasped, exhausted after so much stimulation.

"Please?" Alison gave her mother a pleading look over her shoulder and wriggled enticingly, trying to persuade her to keep going.

It was no use. Jean was, literally, shagged out. 

Alison pouted with disappointment and reluctantly gave up, laying on top of her mothers body to cuddle her, seeking comfort instead of sex.

They slept a while under the trees, who sighed in the breeze and showered them with leaves, protecting them against the cooling night air.

Jean woke, momentarily disorientated until she realised where she was - and who she was with. 

"Oh God! What have I done?" She whispered, stroking her daughters hair.

Alison sighed contentedly and lifted her head from her mothers breast.

"I love you mum." She said, kissing her gently.

Nobody had said that to Jean in a very long time. She looked deep into her daughters eyes and kissed her in return. 

"I love you too darling." She whispered.

They stood and helped each other dress, picking leaves out of each others hair with girlish giggles, then walked off arm in arm.

The trees waved their branches in farewell, whispering among themselves about what they'd witnessed.

"Isn't that Mrs Woolmer?" Jean said as they strolled through the park gate.

Alison grinned, "why, I think it is." She had a pretty good idea where she was going too... 



Random Relations Ch. 04



"We're here." Helen said, pulling up to the kerb outside their house.

The cooling engine ticked loudly in the still night air as Elaine lifted her head to look nervously out the window. Not a soul could be seen at this ungodly hour but still she felt reticent about walking around dressed as she was. The pvc suit cut into her crotch and she squirmed uncomfortably.

"Do we have to do this?" She asked querulously. "Can't we just have our own fun here?"

Her mother lit the interior light and glanced in the rear view mirror, checking her make up.

"We do." She said briefly, satisfied with the effect of her full red lips, though it was a tempting thought to play with her a little more before going in.

"Out!" She ordered, leaning across to open the passenger door.

Elaine complied and stood on the pavement, hopping from side to side to keep warm, while her mother locked the car and walked round to take her by the hand. Together they walked down the short path to stand side by side at the front door. Helen used her own key and swung the door open, holding a finger against Elaine's lips to urge silence as they entered, listening for any signs of life. Nothing stirred. Helen grinned and walked into the living room, flicking the light on without expecting to find anyone there. The empty room confirmed her suspicions but, as she turned to leave, her smile faded as she noticed a large stain on the floor by the sofa. She knelt and rubbed her palm over the spot, sniffing her hand cautiously to discern the source.

"It seems that the mice have been playing while the pussy has been away." She whispered.

"What do you mean?"

Helen simply stood next to her daughter and clamped her hand over her mouth. Elaine's eyes widened as she smelt the unfamiliar odour.

"Spunk!" She hissed in response to the unspoken question. "He'll pay for this!"

Helen grabbed her daughter and stormed up the stairs. A glance into her bedroom told her they weren't there. She pulled Elaine on towards the spare room and opened the door. The bedside lamp revealed three suspects to the desecration downstairs, curled up together, fast asleep.

"It seems," Helen said, stroking the rubber dildo thoughtfully, "that boys will be boys!"

Elaine clapped a hand over her mouth and stared at the scene in disbelief. Her brother was snoring softly, his eyes closed in bliss, his open mouth scant inches from the biggest length of meat she'd seen outside a butchers shop. She recognised the owner as his best friend who was resting in the arms of her father who had a faint smile on his sleeping face, His smile widened as he felt the dildo slide across his lips and he opened his mouth to take it in, dreamily licking the head.

"That's a good boy." Helen whispered, patting his face encouragingly. "Suck my cock."

"Looks like he's been a bad boy." Elaine pointed out, looking at his flaccid penis that nestled in the crack of Frank's arse.

"You're right my dear. What shall we do with him?" Helen sighed, smacking his face.

"Wakey, wakey!" She said, pinching his cheek.

"I know what I'd like to do with this!" Elaine replied, slapping her brothers face with Frank's huge cock.

Helen smiled fondly at her daughter and pulled her husband up by his hair.

"Wha'...?" Steve spluttered, abruptly waking from cosy dreams of cock to see his wife leering down at him.

"Either you do as I say," she hissed, "or I'll make your life a living hell - starting by telling everyone exactly what we've seen here!"

"We?" Blearily he looked round and saw his daughter grinning insolently back at him. "Oh Christ!"

"Mum says she caught you with Alison," Elaine whispered, "Is it true?"

"No!" His denial was a self-defensive reflex and he knew he'd regret saying it.

"So! You want to play the hard way?" Helen sneered, twisting his hair.

"Ow! For fucks sake Hel'..." He whined, curling his legs up into a protective posture, all too aware of his naked vulnerability to his wife's vengeance.

"Are you calling me a liar?" She went on, back-handing him across the face.

Frank stirred fitfully, roused by the noise as much as by Elaine's soft hand on his hardening tool which Joe sucked in his sleep, unaware of his sister's proximity.

"Be reasonable Helen!" Steve begged, wincing at her rough treatment.

"I have been," she snapped, thrusting him back onto the bed, "now roll over!"

"You can't be serious?" Steve goggled at the sight of the strap-on waving menacingly in front of him.

"Grab his legs Eli'." Helen said, stroking the rubber phallus.

Elaine reluctantly released Frank's hot cock and gripped her father's ankles, firmly twisting them over to expose his hairy buttocks.

"Did you fuck Ali'?" She asked.

"No. I swear!" He insisted, struggling in vain to free himself.

"Swing his feet over the bed." Helen demanded.

"No! Please!" Steve pleaded, fearing they were about to drag him off he held onto Frank in desperation.

Helen pinned his ankles behind her feet and pressed him firmly down, while Elaine reached up to guide the dildo between his clenched cheeks.

"Tell her the truth." She suggested, using her weight to hold him in position for the initial thrust.

"OOOHHHH FFFFUUUCCCKKK!" Steve screamed, as he felt the solid rubber pierce his well-fucked arsehole.

"Oh wow!" Elaine gasped, kneeling down to get a porn-star view of the lewd scene.

The brutal sound ripped Frank and Joe from their slumber.

"You two can stay and watch," Helen grunted, forcing herself deeper inside Steve's wriggling arse, "or you can fuck off!"

Franks eyes widened in surprise, but he said nothing, grabbing Joe's head to keep his mouth exactly where he liked it.

"MMMUUUMMMPPPHHH!"

Joe's muffled exclamation amused his mother who leaned over to pat his head playfully.

"Like father, like son." She smiled, grinding even deeper into her husband's arse.

He grunted like a stuck pig and gave Frank a pleading look.

"So, who's been fucking who?" She demanded, smacking Steve's arse as she slow-stroked deeper inside him.

Joe couldn't answer as he had a mouthful of cock and his father wouldn't answer on principle, so Frank spoke up for them. "It's been a free-for-all really," he said, "a sucking fuck-fest for horny guys." He stroked his balls and gave Helen a bold look.

"That's nice." She purred, meaning her daughters tongue that began to slide over her pumping cheeks as she worked the dildo harder inside Steve's arsehole. Elaine squeezed her fathers balls, licked her mothers cheeks and blissfully rubbed her clit.  

"It sure is," agreed Frank, taking Joe's head in both hands to fuck his face.

"Did you stick that thing in him," she whispered in awe, "all the way?"

"Some," he admitted, "but he squealed like a girl when i went too deep!"

Helen laughed and sank the strap-on inside Steve's arse. "If you're that good i may let you fuck me."

"I never had pussy before." Frank admitted.

Helen gave him a sly look and spanked her husband as she fucked his arse mercilessly.

"Who said anything about my pussy?" She said tartly.

He groaned at the thought of fucking the wife after having her husband and wondered if he was still dreaming.

"Who spunked on the floor downstairs?" She hissed in Steve's ear. "Tell us the truth, or i'll make you watch him slide that big black cock right up my arse!"

"You wouldn't!" He groaned, his cock throbbing at the thought of watching someone else have the pleasure she always denied him.

"I will!" She promised, grinding her hips against his hairy buttocks. "Was it you?"

"No - Yes - I mean..." Steve babbled, caught between admitting Dave's presence or taking the blame himself.

"It was me." Frank said, helping him out with a little white lie. "I'm sorry Mrs Lord."

Helen gave him a look of admiration and licked her lips.

"I hope you got more where that came from," she said, deciding to fuck him anyway in revenge for her husbands cuckoldry.

"Oh yeah!" Frank smiled, taking his cock from its snug haven to wave it in front of her face.

Joe reached down to fuck his fist as he heard the exchange and wondered if his mother realised she was biting off more than he could chew. Neither of them had been able to take the full length, no matter how hard they tried that night.

"For the last time." Helen cried, pulling the dildo to the edge of Steve's burning ring. "Did you fuck Alison? Tell us!"

"Yes!" Steve whimpered. "Yes I did."

He bellowed as his wife ploughed into him with reckless brutality while his daughter twisted his tortured scrotum into a knot of agony.

"You bastard!" Elaine screeched.

She stood up and scrambled onto the bed, angrily pushing Frank aside. He rolled onto the floor with a loud thump and looked ruefully at Joe who stared at his sister in disbelief.

"Eli'?" He wondered, having never seen his sister lose her temper never mind look as sexy as this before.

Elaine ignored him, spat in her father's face and slapped him soundly across both cheeks.

"You bastard!" She repeated. "Stay away from her. She's mine!"

"And you," Helen said, pulling free of his aching arse, "are all mine now."

She rolled her humiliated husband over easily, straddled his tear-strewn face and reached back to pull her ample buttocks apart for Frank to aim his hard cock at.

Helen wiggled as she felt the huge knob sliding between her cheeks and said, "you can look, but you can't touch," to her husband who had been about to slide his tongue into her dripping cunt. He groaned with frustration as Elaine held his arms outstretched between her thighs and leaned forward to kiss her mother passionately.

"Give it to me," Helen panted on her daughters soft lips, "stick it all the way in."

Frank grunted agreeably and gave her half his length with a swift thrust that shook the bed.

"Oh fuck!" He cried, stirring her bowels with jerky movements. "That's a nice tight hole."

Helen's eyes rolled to white as she threw back her head and yelled at the top of her voice. "FUCK ME!"

He flexed his thick black fuck-muscle, slid it back to the edge of her ring and pumped his hips to drive it deeper with every thrust, rocking her body back and forth with the force.

Helen arched her back to present him with a perfect target and became insane with lust as he slid deeper.

"Fuck me harder. Faster. Come on, fuck It!"

For the first time in her life Elaine felt a craving for cock. She turned round and backed up to the wildly bucking dildo until it nudged her pouting cunt lips open.

Steve looked up and watched his daughter impale herself on the toy as the real thing sank inexorably into his wife's arsehole. Hot juices drizzled over his face and an electric thrill ran through his balls as an unseen tongue slathered them with love.

"OH MY - FUCKING - GODDDDDDD!" Helen swore, absorbing the meaty length in all its glory.

"SOOOOOOO...BIIIIIIIG! - SSSSSOOOOO HAAAAAAAAAARRRRRD...SSSSSOOOO...FFFUCKINNNNNG GOOOOOOD!"

"More?" Frank suggested, pulling her cheeks apart to enjoy the sight of his cock firmly embedded in the tightest hole he'd ever had the pleasure of taking on.

"All of it." Helen demanded through clenched teeth.

"You sure?" Frank teased, slow-stroking her bulging hole.

Helen had never been more certain of anything in her life. She imagined the look on her husband's face and grinned.

"Just do it!" She groaned, pushing herself back onto the thick meaty length stuffing her arse to the limit.

Frank grunted with the effort of forcing the remaining inches of his cock up the impossibly tight hole, pulling her back at the same time he pushed forward. A hot gust of air washed over his balls and they bumped softly into the hard plastic strapped to her crotch.

"Yeah! Suck my balls." He told Steve, rubbing them on his gasping lips as he plugged his wife to the brim.

"OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK-FUCKFUCKFUUUUUUCCCKKKK!" Helen panted, revelling in the sensation of having her arse well and truly stuffed while she screwed her daughter.

Elaine put her head down as though praying to Mecca and took the dildo deep in her cunt as Frank pushed her mother back and forth, in and out, fucking them in tandem. Joe still thought he was dreaming as he watched his friends cheeks clench with every stroke while sucking his dad's stiff cock. Steve fucked his son's mouth and lapped Frank's juicy balls whenever they swung in reach, humiliation turning to lust as two hot cunts showered him with love juices.

"FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!"

Pleasure and pain melted into one long orgasm within Helen's gushing crack as her body finally adjusted to the monstrous cock, drilling deep and hard for the mother lode buried inside her. It actually felt like she was using her biggest dildo, so complete was her control. If she wanted it hard and fast. She got it. If she wanted him to go smooth and slow, he did just that without showing any sign of losing control himself. 

"Put it in...my pussy!" She cried, needing to feel him in both holes.

"Fuck yeah!" Frank struggled with the strap and ripped it impatiently from her waist.

With a cry of triumph he plunged right up her sopping wet cunt with an explosive squelch. Elaine was pushed unceremoniously aside with the dildo jutting between her buttocks as their bodies writhed on top of Steve's soaked face. She rolled over and saw her brother deep throating more cock and quickly made up her mind.

"Come here, queer," she demanded, grabbing Joe by the hair, "and suck this instead."

Joe stared wildly at the dildo and gave his sister a pleading look.

"Suck it!" Elaine ordered, shoving it in his mouth before he could deny her.

"That's as close as you - or any other dickhead - gets to this pussy. Does it taste good?" Joe nodded. "Fuckin' perv - bend over!" Elaine said, pulling the dildo free with a wet plop.

Meekly he did so, placing his head beside his mother who stared sightlessly ahead, lost in a world of bliss.

"Tell her you're sorry." Elaine instructed, strapping the dildo firmly into her crotch.

"I'm sorry mum."

"Now kiss her."

Joe pecked his mothers cheek and yelled as Elaine's hand slapped him soundly across his arse.

"Give her a proper kiss!"

He planted his lips firmly upon hers and groaned as his mother slid her tongue into his mouth.

"Oh yes, that's nice. Very nice indeed." She sighed, splitting his cheeks with the tip of the dildo.

"That's fuckin' hot!" Frank cried, watching Elaine start to fuck her brother with steady strokes.

She glanced at him with a mischievous smile on her glistening lips and asked, "Is this how you do it?"

"Watch this!" He advised, sliding free of Helen's sucking cunt.

"Fuckin' 'ell!" She exclaimed, reaching out to stroke the full length of his cum-slick cock. 

"Put it back in." Helen moaned.

"Do it for me." Frank urged.

Elaine smacked her mothers arse with the mighty head and shoved half the dildo up Joe's arsehole at the same time.

"Put it in!" Helen pleaded.

Elaine speared it smoothly inside and watched the whole length bury itself with awe, cumming with an empathic spasm at the same time her as mother. She sucked the cum off her fingers and blew Frank a kiss, mimicking his rhythm perfectly.

Steve swallowed another mouthful of salty crème and listened to the soft wet sound of mother and son kissing, accompanied by an insistent smack of flesh from his daughter fucking her brother with increasing confidence. His steel-hard cock dripped with desire and, resisting the urge to stroke it off, he smeared his fingers in the sticky pool on his stomach and slipped them into Franks hot arsehole.

"You'll make me cum." Frank warned.

Helen groaned louder at the very idea of his spunk sluicing her arse.

"Ram it in!" She begged, grinding his meat between her cheeks. "Harder! Faster! Deeper!"

Elaine picked up the beat and pounded Joe's arse to mush, ignoring his plea for mercy. Her eyes fixed upon the flashing ebony spear stabbing relentlessly into her mothers bowels.

"Fuck 'er," she urged, "fuck 'er arse off!"

Suddenly Frank stopped, uttered a long, drawn out groan and shook from head to toe as his balls spewed a boiling jet of spunk right up Helen's quivering arse. She screamed wordlessly, crushing Steve's face under her sopping wet flesh. He sucked her cunt and soaked up the juices like a sponge, enjoying the first taste of his wife for months. Unfortunately for him, Helen wasn't prepared to let him have his fun.

"Dirty bastard!" She hissed, pushing herself up.

"Thanks a lot!" Frank said, misunderstanding the target of her comment.

"Not you." She purred, wriggling softly on his stiff cock.

"You're a horny fucker."

"Damn! You're enough to make a gay go straight!" He grinned, reaching round to squeeze her abundant tit-flesh.

She smiled and kissed him, "you're so sweet. Let's see if it's true - come to momma!" She said beckoning to her offspring who crawled across the tangled sheets obediently.

Helen took her son by the balls, "my how you've grown," she said, admiring the hot strength of his hard muscles, "such a waste not to give a girl the pleasure."

Joe blushed and mumbled under his breath.

"Don't be so modest dear," his mother chided, fondling him intimately, "let Eli' show you how good it can be."

Elaine gasped in shock. "Mother!"

"Silly girl!" Helen admonished her daughter, pulling herself off Franks cock and parting her legs voluptuously. "You know what I mean."

Frank lay back, supporting Helen with strong arms as her offer was taken up by Elaine's eager tongue, lapping over the matted bush between her sticky thighs, sucking errant strands of spunk from the dense curls before seeking more juice in the pink cleft between her gaping lips. Father and son exchanged a look of lust before concentrating on the erotic show of mother and daughter.

"That's good, sooooo good," sighed Helen, relaxing in utter bliss, "clean me up," she moaned. "There, there. Oh yes, and there!"

Elaine sucked the dripping cum from both holes, sliding her tongue as far as she could to get at the succulent sauce, using her fingers to open them wide before taking a deep breath and taking her first taste of male meat. She took his big black balls in her mouth, moaning appreciatively at the mixture of juices coating the soft skin, licking them all over before starting up the thick pillar of hardened flesh. Her lips stretched over the enormous girth and she gagged in trying to take the head too deep, too quick.

"Show her how its done, man." Frank said, giving Joe a quick look before returning to Helen's lips, sliding his tongue between them as they swapped hot, passionate kisses.

He took it from his sister, opened his mouth wide and swallowed the plum hued nob in one gulp without hesitation. The faint taste of his mothers sex wasn't as bad as he feared and he ate more eagerly, encouraged by his sisters hand on the back of his head.

"Now show him how to lick pussy dear." Helen said. "I need that cock back inside me."

Elaine took her mothers clit in a tender embrace while Joe held the glistening black rod up for Helen to slide onto with a contented groan.

"Cum on baby," she told Frank while looking brazenly at her son, "fuck my arse - fuck my cunt - fill me with cock."

Joe looked uncertainly at his father who spread his hands and shrugged as if to say - 'it's up to you, what can I do?' He looked back at his sister, feeding noisily on her mother's juicy cunt, and made up his mind.

"That's it baby, just there - that's the spot!" Helen cried, watching her son bow down between her trembling thighs to taste the wellspring of his life.

Two tongues, brother and sister, licked incestuously together in the wet, bushy cleft of their mothers cunt. When one licked up the other licked down, alternating over and over the folds of flesh, exploring inside the pink hole together in a lusty conjunction.




Random Relations Ch. 04



Helen went wild. "Suck me! Fuck me! Lick it! Stick it all the way up!" She sobbed, pleading for - and receiving - more pleasure.

It was more than Elaine could bear to hear. She pushed her brother aside and slid the strap-on dildo up her mothers free hole with ease, squeezing Frank's cock into a deeper rhythm.

"OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK!" Helen yelled, flailing wildly on the double impalement. 

Her daughter plunged back and forth in her cunt, forcing her arse to take the full meaty length of hot cock. Strong hands crushed her tits, hot breath bathed them in lust as a moist tongue slathered them with love.

Helen was insatiable. "More cock! Gimme more!" She howled, giving her son an unmistakable look.

"You a man - or a mouse?" Elaine said in a sing-song voice, looking at her brother with a teasing glance over her shoulder before she concentrated on suckling at her mothers nipple.

Steve stroked his cock and watched them fondly, "oh he's all man!"

Father and son shared a knowing smile as Helen took a mouthful of meat, sucking on Joe's cock and recognising the faint aroma of her husbands body. She groaned happily and writhed in the grip of a mind blowing orgasm that soaked her daughters cunt in warm waves of juice.

Sharp teeth sank into her tit, prolonging the ecstasy. Pre-cum coated her tongue as she gobbled more cock, taking a full pair of balls in an unbreakable grip to squeeze them dry. 

The sensation was unbelievably erotic and Joe knew he couldn't take it for long.

"Oh shit! I'm gonna cum." He gasped.

His mother sucked harder, caressing his balls into giving up their juicy contents. Her mouth opened wide to welcome his first burst that flowed, hot and sticky, down her throat. She then pulled him out and wanked his cock off, sprinkling her face with drops of spunk until it looked as though she shed tears of joy.

Elaine lapped her mothers face clean, pumping the dildo up her sopping wet cunt in short, hard strokes. Frank massaged her enormous tits and kept his cock hard up her tight arsehole, enjoying the friction of her daughters fucking. Steve simply jerked himself off at the incredibly erotic scene and committed everything to memory.

"Man enough for you?" Joe said to his sister.

She glanced at him and chuckled, licking her lips clean of creamy cum.

"You were fine dear," his mother assured him. "Come here and give me some more loving. Your sister's got unfinished business with him over there."

"But mum...!" Elaine protested.

"...Now, now darling. Don't argue!" She said, pushing her gently, but firmly away.

Elaine pouted but said no more, pulling the dripping phallus from her mothers cunt and turning towards her father who grinned nervously.

"Steady on!" He said, backing away.

"Tell me," she said, stalking her prey across the quilted plain of the bed, "how did you fuck Ali'?"

"Elaine! Please!" He begged.

"Stay there! Move another inch and you'll regret it!" Helen warned.

Steve froze.

"That's better. Now lay back - and take it like a man!" Elaine said with malicious glee, pointing out where she wanted him.

He lay down with his head conveniently under his son's swinging cock and trapped it between his lips. Joe grunted in surprise as his tongue burrowed into the furry lips of his mothers sex but didn't protest, held as he was by her firm thighs. Frank brought his knees up to allow Steve some room and bounced Helen on his lap, screwing her arse with long, hard strokes as they shared a sensual, spunky kiss. She mewled with pleasure and wiped her son's face, hoping he would fuck her soon. The imminent consummation of her ultimate fantasy brought her to new levels of orgasmic bliss.

"Open your fuckin' legs!" Elaine demanded, slapping her fathers thigh.

Steve made a show of reluctance while experiencing a secret thrill of lust. If his wife hadn't interrupted them, Alison would've done exactly what his daughter was about to do. His cock seeped more pre-cum onto his stomach where it lay like a steel bar as he sucked his son hard. His body tensed in anticipation when the cum-slick head of the dildo brushed past his puckered arsehole and he grunted in pain as it lanced into his bowels with unstoppable force.

"It hurts?" Elaine asked rhetorically. "Good!" She spat, thrusting hard between his legs, pulling his knees apart to give herself unhindered access.

Helen pulled herself free of Frank's lively tongue and urged her daughter on. "Yes baby! Do it! - Fuck his arse off!" She cried, before he smothered her lips again, sucking her tongue into his mouth as her cunt sucked her sons tongue deeper, soaking his lips in fresh crème.

The dildo buffed his arse and painfully crushed his balls, but Steve wasn't complaining. Far from it! Arse fucked by his daughter and throat fucked by his son. It didn't get any better than this - unless he could actually see his wife taking two cocks in her insatiable fuck holes. He smacked his son's arse and roughly shoved a finger up his puckered hole to encourage him.

Joe bucked on the inquisitive fingering and snorted a shower of cunt juice that brought him spluttering to the surface as his mothers thighs relaxed.

"Fuck me baby!" She begged.

"Yeah, come on man. Fuck her!" Frank urged, slowing his strokes.

His father released him and pushed him forward. He rubbed the head around his mothers engorged clit and grunted as another finger slid up his arsehole.

"God yes - Fuck her!" Steve groaned.

"Be a man!" Elaine cried, slamming dementedly up her fathers arse.

Helen opened her arms and whispered, "do it," offering herself up to her sons love.

He took her gently at first, exploring the unaccustomed heat as they embraced. Their lips met as his cock nestled in the soft flesh of her body, sliding inside without inhibition. "Oh mum - that's incredible!" Joe groaned, slapping his balls on her crack.

"Fuckin' beautiful." His father agreed, having a perfect view of both cocks fucking her cunt and arse with synchronous strokes. He thrust another finger in-between his son's clenched cheeks and worked himself harder on the dildo.

Elaine leaned forward curiously and said to her mother, "is he doing a good job?"

"Oh yes," Helen groaned, "much better than he ever will!"

"Hear that? Now you'll never get a chance to do anything to her again!" Elaine mocked, slapping her fathers cock contemptuously.

Steve winked at her and smiled, "Alison's always willing!"

His daughter screeched angrily, lifted his legs onto her shoulders and fucked his arsehole mercilessly.

"That's it! I fucked her just like that!" He cried. "And she fuckin' loved it!"

Frank felt his sphincter clench sympathetically as he watched their bodies collide and blinked sweat from his eyes. The stifling heat reeked of sex, a tangible odour that seemed to penetrate every pore, stimulating their libido beyond endurance.

"You gonna cum yet?" He said to Joe.

Joe shook his head. "You?" He said.

"Nope. Your cock feels fuckin' great next to mine." He confided.

"Put 'em both together - in my pussy!" Helen panted.

"Jesus, Mum! You sure?" Joe exclaimed.

"Very sure," she replied, giving him a maternal peck on the cheek. "Roll me over darling..."

"...And do it again!" Frank laughed.

Helen smiled at him and clamped his cock tightly, using muscles he never knew she had as her son pulled out, an obscene rush of air announcing his exit.

"Bring that closer," she instructed her hard working daughter.

Elaine pushed her father up the bed until his head lay under his wife's dripping wet cunt.

"Help me up," she said curtly to her fresh lovers who did so, supporting her as she squatted over Steve's face.

"Open your mouth." She told her husband who had tightly clamped his lips together, knowing what was to come.

"Do as she says!" His daughter hissed, crushing his balls in her hand until his eyes bulged and he yelled in pain.

Helen grunted with approval and trickled a thin stream of hot crème mixed with steaming urine into his mouth, rubbing her enormously engorged clit to stimulate the flow.

"Oh fuck yes!" Elaine cried, fucking him hysterically hard.

Mother and daughter shared a loving kiss before going their separate ways to mutual pleasure. Frank lay with his feet on Steve's shoulders, holding his cock up, ready for Helen to straddle while her son got into position behind her, his balls swinging teasingly close to his fathers humiliated face.

"How big is that thing?" Helen asked, rubbing the head of Frank's enormous cock over her clit.

"Eleven inches Mrs Woolmer." He informed her politely.

Her eyes shone with lust. "Please!" She said, slipping onto him with a sigh, "don't call me that now we're so well acquainted!"

"What can i call you? I don't know you're name?"

"Anything you like - just fuck me - oh yes Joe!" She groaned as her son forced himself into the narrow gap.

"Anything?"

"Anything!"

"Fuck me - you're gorgeous!" He groaned, feeling her tight cunt stretching to accommodate his girth.

"That's so sweet." She simpered, leaning down to allow both of them access to her willing cunt.

Frank took her huge swaying tits in both hands and pushed himself upwards as Joe pulled her big, luscious arse open to help himself inside her bulging cunt.

"Tell me more," she whispered against his ear, "I'm so hot for your cocks."

He twisted her pendulous nipples and said, "Ever take eighteen inches before?"

She shook her head and groaned as Joe slid deeper.

"Well, when that motherfucker gets stuck in you will." He said, humping up inside her.

"Oh fuck! Don't stop! Cum inside me!" Helen begged, squeezing them hard, her sensitive clit rubbing deliciously onto Franks muscular stomach.

Frank stretched her nipples and shoved more meat inside her, relishing the friction alongside his friends cock.

"Oh, we will," he promised, "with hot chocolate sauce and vanilla crème!"

"Fuck me," she panted, squirming onto them voluptuously, "I love it - I need it!"

"You got it." Joe gasped, stuffing the rest of his aching cock up her cunt with a fruity squelch and tickling her arsehole with an impertinent finger.

"Go for it!" His sister cried, sawing the dildo in and out of her father's arse as he tried to get a taste of the action above his face.

Helen squealed as her son pulled back a little to allow his fuck-buddy room to manoeuvre himself deeper inside her creamy hole. She huffed and puffed until half the length was stuffed into her body, wriggling frantically to induce the rest to follow suit.

"Suck my titties," she demanded, "finger my arse - make me cum!"

Her sex crazed lovers complied, grunting and groaning with the effort of keeping up with her. Hot juices eased their passage into the seething depths of her cunt until they both sank inside to the hilt, their balls rubbing together in the crack of her arse.

"FFFUUUCCCKKK YYYEEESSS!" Helen cried in sheer delight, cumming ecstatically on the double penetration.

The orgasms she'd experienced earlier were nothing compared to the bone shattering bliss of feeling Franks cock thrusting so deep she half expected his spunk to spurt from her open mouth. He held himself hard inside her cunt and let Joe do the work, his cock providing all the stimulus they needed. Their swollen balls bumping and grinding together in the hot rush of cum. Steve lapped at the drops, fist-fucking his cock, watching the pornographic show from the ideal vantage point. He knew his wife would demand cleaning afterwards and looked forward to it, licking his lips in anticipation.

"Don't you dare cum!" Elaine warned, squeezing his balls.

Her father shook his head, hoping that he could resist the insistent pressure of the hot load filling his balls.

"That goes for you too." She said slapping her brothers peachy cheeks.

He grunted and slid onto his mothers back, working his cock between her bulging cunt lips. From this position he had to relinquish the hold on her tight arse but was rewarded by the sight of his friends mouth sucking her tits hard enough to draw milk. He could also hear her whispering softly, 'fuck me - fuck me - fuck me...' over and over in a dreamy cadence. A thin sheen of sweat made her body increasingly difficult to grip and he dug his nails into her shoulders to keep on fucking. It felt like he was swimming in flesh, her love pouring over him, rippling around him, drawing him deeper and deeper until he began to know that her love had no limits and would give him all that he needed.

"...fuck me - " Her whispering exhortation faded into a gasping breath as she fainted from an excess of ecstasy, but still felt them screwing more cum from her aching cunt. Helen melted in the heat of her lust, yearning for them to spill their seed in her fertile imagination as she dreamed of the moment to come, so near, yet so far away. It seemed as though she floated above them, watching with voyeuristic detachment over the mound of sweating flesh that heaved together in oblivious harmony.

There was her son - her son! - Joe, wrapping his arms around her waist in order to fuck her harder. His friend, still keeping his big black cock buried deep inside her, reaching down to frig her clit while whispering lewd encouragement against her lips in-between hot kisses that burned with passion. With her mind's eye she looked upon her writhing husband with wry amusement, hoping her daughter was enjoying herself. It certainly appeared to be the case! She plugged the dildo between his cheeks with hard, jerky thrusts that shook his body to and fro, smacking his cock and balls as she saw fit. A spreading pool of juices on his stomach testifying to his delight at such treatment. Somehow he'd managed to get a grip on Frank's huge balls and was sucking them happily, drinking her cum from the swollen sacs.

A spurting plume of wet heat brought her screaming back to earth as his beautiful black cock started to cum inside her, urged on by her husbands sucking lips.

"Cum for me," she squeezed his cock with all her remaining strength, bathing it with her loving juice.

Frank poured himself into her with a long, draining convulsion and groaned in wonder at the sublime sensations. The neural conflagration set off a series of orgasms that almost blew his mind as his balls exploded.

"Cum for me," she said again, and her son responded with a hot blast of spunk that filled her completely, bringing them all together as one.

"Cum for me!" Helen groaned in a voice thick with desire and her husband answered the call without hesitation, shooting a thick wad of spunk high in the air.

"Yesssss! Cum for her!" Elaine urged, drenching his balls in juicy waves of lust as she watched his spunk fountain up, up, up and splash over her brothers tight arse, spraying a hot, steamy load into his crack.

Joe gave a cry of dismay as he felt his cock slip from his mothers overflowing cunt, then a moan of relief as his father assuaged his distress by sucking the hot meat in his mouth, licking the tender head clean.

"Damn! I lost one," complained Helen.

Elaine smacked her brothers arse firmly, smearing the smooth flesh in sticky spunk, "give it back," she cried, pulling out of her fathers well reamed fundament.

"I can't," he gasped, "I'm knackered!"

"Me too!" Frank muttered.

Helen pouted, "and we were having such fun too. Oh well, go take a shower while I have a word with your father," she said to Joe, "and you're in charge," she added, giving Elaine a friendly wink while disengaging from Frank with graceful adroitness. 

"You heard her," Elaine gloated, "let's go boys!"

They trooped out while Steve lay back and submissively offered his tongue to his wife who took it in her sloppy cunt with practised ease.

"And who said you could cum too?" Helen said, trailing her fingers through the pool of juices on his stomach. She sucked them clean and felt his muffled reply vibrate in her streaming cunt as he drank the hot spunk that flooded his mouth.

"Never mind," she sighed, "just make sure you get it all. Come on - eat me!"

He tongue fucked her juicy fuck hole, curling it round inside the well fucked flesh to ensure every drop was accounted for before sliding it up into her succulent arsehole to dig out any remaining traces of spunk, pulling her plump buttocks apart as she wiped his face in her cum-slick crack.

"Yes! You dirty bastard," Helen moaned, wanking the exposed nub of her clit back and forth with spunky fingers, "kiss my arsehole! Suck it! Lick it - but you can't fuck it!"

She enjoyed a gentle, rolling orgasm before relinquishing his busy tongue, turning round to suck the sexual effluvia from him, sharing the pleasure before nestling in his arms, finally satiated.

"You were right," Steve said, kissing his wife tenderly, "that was amazing."

"I told you," she murmured, cupping his balls as though checking he had given his all, "the family that lays together, stays together."

"Frank was a bonus though - I never expected to find him here!"

She snuggled closer agreeably, "a big bonus!"

They relaxed in each others arms and watched the sun rise on a new day through a chink in the curtains, listening to the happy splashing from the bathroom while Helen filled in the details of her daughters submission to their world. 



Random Relations



'This is ridiculous'. She thought. 'You're his mother and you're behaving like some fat old tart. What makes you think he'd be interested in you?'

It was too late for doubts. His footfalls descended the stairs and she stood up quickly to stand by the door, putting the moment off by calling out to him. "I've left all you need to clean those disgusting stains from my carpet, now get cracking." Pleased that her voice betrayed nothing of her conflicting emotions she decided on having another drink, pouring a tumbler full of scotch and, taking a mouthful of the fiery spirit, stiffened her resolve to (seduce?) punish him for messing around behind her back. 

"You'll feel the back of my hand if you don't hurry." She barked, pacing back and forth across the floor, working herself up into the mood. The sound of his laboured breathing amused her as he rushed to comply. 'Men are such weaklings', she thought sourly, taking another drink. Taking another man had been out of the question after the betrayal of her husband and the subsequent behaviour of her son merely served to confirm that opinion. He was just like his father in many ways and she freely admitted, to herself, that she derived immense pleasure in taking her frustrations out on him. 

"Come on! Come on!" She shouted, her anger and arousal growing in equal proportion to her determination to torment him. "You haven't got all night."

"Nearly done mother." He sobbed, scrubbing frantically at the soiled areas.

"Five...four...three...two...one!" She said, finishing her drink and letting the glass fall to the floor as she opened the door. "Ready or not sissy-boy, here i come."

Gordon threw himself to the floor, lying prostrate as he watched her boots pace menacingly towards her. 

"Are you ready?" She asked, prodding his outstretched arm with a highly polished toecap. He looked so cute in those pink knickers!

"Yes madam." Gordon nodded, watching his anxious face slide along her boot until it vanished as she moved around to stand on his back, squeezing the breath from his lungs until he felt like a deflated balloon.

"This will teach you not to betray me." She said, scraping the heel along his spine.

Gordon wheezed in reply and clenched his jaw, grimly determined not to scream - yet.

"You dirty little bastard." She hissed, digging her heel between his buttocks, relieving the pressure on his back. "What are you?" 

"A dirty...bastard...m - madam." He gasped, writhing under her boot. The profanity arousing him despite the sharp pain. His mother never, ever, cursed, but in this mood her language became rich with illicit words he only heard on television. 

"That's right, that's just what you are." She went on, rocking her foot up and down, pressing into his quivering flesh. "Now get up and follow me."

Gordon knew what to do, crawling on all fours like a dog about to be chastised for doing its business where he shouldn't which, in a way, he was, keeping his eyes fixed on her boots until they stopped, turning towards him. 

'Do you know what i'm going to do now? She asked, looking down at her son who trembled in fear, anticipation, or a mixture of both. 

"Yes madam." Came the prompt reply.

"Oh really, what would that be? 

"Spank me madam."

"Are you telling me what to do...or asking for what you deserve?" She said aloud, placing a boot on his head, making him bow submissively before her.

"I humbly beg you to give me the punishment i deserve madam."

'I have got you well trained'. She thought proudly, pushing his head down to the floor.

"As you've been such a bad boy i'm going to give you an extra-special lesson tonight." She promised, removing her foot and walking behind him. 

"Thank you madam."

"Don't thank me - yet." She said, kicking him non too lightly on his upturned rump. "You don't know what else i have in mind. There's a glass on the floor by the door, fetch it."

She gave him a harder kick as he scrabbled over the floor to pick it up, returning awkwardly on his hands and knees. 

"Give it to me." She demanded, holding her hand out. 

He held it up, averting his eyes, expecting her to take it. She did so, startling him with her subsequent command.

"Look at me." The words took her by surprise too, coming from a subconscious part of her mind that impelled her towards a moment she'd put off for so long. 

His eyes widened as they took in the sight of her stockinged thighs bulging sumptuously from the top of her boots, becoming wider still as he beheld her red hot knickers, similar to the ones bulging around his erection induced by the splendour of her voluptuous breasts straining the seams of her basque. 

"Am i not beautiful? Her softly spoken question failed to break his rapt adoration of her body and was all the answer she needed. 

Gordon wasn't troubled by any moral dilemma in seeing his mother like this, to him she was now his mistress and had to be obeyed without question. He watched her walk over to pour a drink, feeling his erection throb with lust at the sight of her magnificent buttocks. He'd tried and, up to now, failed to catch a glimpse of her like this for many years and had only dared dream of what he could now see. His eyes followed her as she half turned to walk over to sit on the couch, patting her knee to encourage him to come closer. He doggy-crawled across the floor, moving between her legs as they spread in an open invitation, pressing his face into her silken crotch as she trapped him firmly between her thighs. 

Without further ado her hand descended onto his left buttock, then the right, smacking him harder with each blow. The harder she beat, the hotter she became; his hot breath bathed her loins, increasing her arousal and rhythm until her hands stung with the force, each blow pushing him onto her clit, her breasts crushing him as she leaned down to pull his knickers away. She began to pound on his arse with her fists to ease the pain in her hands, although it did anything but ease the pressure in her crotch as Gordon struggled to breathe under her sensual assault, his moist tongue stuck to her slit, driving her into a frenzy. 

"No! No! No! You bad boy!" She groaned, gasping harshly for breath as she gathered her immense willpower to control the impetus towards orgasm, leaning back and pushing him away. "You mustn't...do that!" Her heaving breasts had escaped the shallow confines of her corset and Gordon couldn't take his eyes from the smooth mounds of quivering flesh, focussing on the erect nipples which looked as long as his thumb. 

"I - I'm s-sorry madam." He said, although the apology belied the fact of his raging erection. "B-but i couldn't help it. You smell so good." That much was true though. He'd never been as close to any woman before, usually she'd put him over her knee, stand behind or sit beside him whenever she administered punishment, and her scent was the most intoxicating aroma he'd ever experienced, much richer than the stale odours he was used to getting second-hand from her underwear. 

'Typical male' She thought contemptuously. 'Anything to get into a woman's knickers.' She decided to test his sincerity by lifting her heavy breasts up, cupping them in both hands to offer them for his appraisal. 

"What do you think of these then?" She asked, realising she was more than a little drunk as the words slurred past her dry lips. She ran her tongue across them as he stared, abashed by her forthright question. 

"I think..." He said, hesitating in trying to find the right words.

"Yes?" She prompted him, squeezing them together.

"...they're huge!" He exclaimed, cursing himself for stating the obvious.

"That's for sure!" She laughed, jiggling them up and down. "I can tell you like them." Her foot slid over his erection. "Or are you thinking of someone else?"

"No madam." He assured her, feasting on the sight of her bouncing breasts.

"Are you sure?" She teased, rubbing him up and down provocatively.

"I'm sure."

"Prove it!"

"How?"

"Oh Gordon." She sighed, exasperated at his lack of understanding. "Show me what you were doing earlier."

His eyes lit up as though a switch had finally been flicked on his brain and he pulled his knickers the rest of the way down without moving his gaze from her breasts. 

"My my, haven't you grown?" She slurred, playing with her nipples as his hand stroked up and down. "Do you think of me when you do that at night, in your bed?"

"Oh madam!" He whispered, enraptured by her rubbery teats stretching out as she toyed with them - and him, as her foot slid under his balls, cool leather on his hot flesh.

"Do you?" She insisted, pressing harder on his sacs, lifting her breast up to suck on. 

"Yes! Oh yes!" He admitted, pulling on his cock as she kicked him gently between the legs, smacking his balls together and preventing him from bursting at the thought of those hot, lonely nights as he lay there thinking of her big tits which were being fed into her mouth before his very eyes. He groaned aloud in yearning for a taste of them.

She grinned around a juicy mouthful of flesh as she guessed what he thought and let them drop free, leaning forward to let her swinging tits come to rest on her knees as she looked closely at his cock. She'd only seen one other like it before, it appeared to be longer and thicker than her good-for-nothing husbands, the veins criss-crossed the shaft and his nob jutted proudly from a thick foreskin. A fresh, clean smell wafted across her face as she leaned closer, breathing it deeply through her nose.

"You mustn't tell anyone about this." She said, taking hold of his arm and looking up at him through narrowed eyes.

"Of course not." He paused and thought: 'this makes us even!'

She already realised this and also knew it bound them together in ways he wouldn't understand until it was too late to change a thing.

"Stand up." She urged, moving his hand away, replacing it with her own to pull him to his feet. He groaned at the intimate contact and almost spilled a load over her hand as he got up, but her grip tightened in just the right place to keep him in check, her control as firm as ever. It didn't stop a trickle of clear pre-cum oozing over her fingers however and she couldn't resist sucking it up.

"Mmmmmm that tastes good." She crooned, licking them clean. "Give me some more!"

Gordon was already pumping his cock vigorously at her face, grunting with anticipation and hoping she'd wrap her moist lips over his cock.

The thought crossed her mind but she wanted to watch his sperm shoot, contenting herself by flicking the head with the tip of her tongue to urge his cum on. 

"Can i do it over your breasts?" He begged, feeling his juices bubbling like magma in his balls.

"Oh yes, do it." She urged, lifting them up to form an altar for his juicy offering. "Cum all over my tits."

He aimed his cock at the marbled expanse of her enormous tits and pumped it faster, gasping with the effort of coaxing enough spunk to coat the wobbling beauties. He now wished he hadn't jerked off earlier, but didn't regret it as the chance to fulfil this fantasy wouldn't have come about if he hadn't. 

"Cum for me, cum for me, give me your spunk!" She whispered, pushing her breasts closer together.

"I will, I will!" He promised, looking into the deep valley of her cleavage. "I'm almost there."

"I want to see it shoot." She went on, jiggling her breasts and pulling harshly on her teats as though milking them. 'How long had it been since she'd felt wanton?' She thought. Too long! Her knickers had slid right up the crack of her arse, pressing hard onto her clit. She rocked back and forth, rubbing the trapped nub of hard flesh as her excitement grew, gasping as his cock brushed over her tits. Instinctively she wrapped the pendulous tips around his shaft, using her sweat to slide it smoothly between them. 

Their loud groans told of the mutual pleasure bestowed by her breasts. He thrust his hips forward, lewdly fucking her chest as she held him tight. The hot, soft flesh cocooned his cock and swiftly brought his spunk bubbling into her cleavage. She looked down and watched in fascination as it flowed over her skin like a river bursting its banks, ooohing and aaahing with delight. Gordon's eyes glazed over as the ecstasy erupted from his balls, but retained enough of the image to memorise it forever. Her hands reached up to coax the rest of his cum onto her tits, pumping his cock and pulling on his balls to get all she could. His vision cleared as the moment passed into memory and he saw her tits shimmering under a thick layer of steamy spunk. He sighed with relief, happy to have managed such a good load and pleased with her reaction to it. When the last drop fell onto her flesh she groaned, with disappointment as much as satisfaction. She wanted more, rubbing his cock across her tits to smear the creamy stuff over them both before taking the head into her mouth, tasting his love fresh from the source.

"Oh yes! Yes! Suck me mother." Gordon babbled, completely forgetting their role as he went giddy with pleasure at feeling her moist lips suckling on his meat. He reached down to hold her there but she moved back, having sucked him clean, to commence licking the cum off her tits, lifting one up to swipe it clean with her tongue, like the cat that got the cream.

"May I?" He asked politely, as though asking his mother if he could pour out a cup of tea for her. 

"Mmmmppphhh, mmmphh!" She mumbled around a juicy mouthful of tit. 'Please do!" She thought, offering her other breast as she savoured his cum before swallowing it.

He knelt between her open legs and took the proffered teat in his mouth, sucking and licking the salty puddles of spunk up, cleansing her flesh, nipping and even biting the thick, rubbery nipple in his lust. She showed no displeasure at such brazen treatment of her body. Indeed, encouraging him to suck harder by holding his head tightly on her breast as she had all those years ago. 

'Had she breast-fed him too long?' She wondered, watching his lips stretching around her nipple in taking as much into his mouth as possible. 'Could the natural urge to nurture her child have been obsessive to the point of incest?' She didn't know, but the memory brought an awareness of how aroused she'd felt when he suckled her then, as he was doing now. But this was taboo. Taboo! The very thought of his tongue working down her body made her clit tingle with desire. 

"Gordon you must..." She gasped breathlessly. 'Must.' She thought. 'Must what? Stop?' Not even her iron willpower stood a chance against the forces bringing them together. 

"Must what mother?" He said, holding her as though afraid she'd push him away. His eyes shone with pleasure, filled with a devotion that melted her remaining doubt. 

'This is meant to be.' She thought, returning his look with a love that was by no means maternal. "Oh baby make love to me." She cried, crushing his head onto her breast.

Gordon wasn't sure how, but, as he'd never been disobedient to her face in his life, he determined to try, nuzzling her soft flesh as she pulled him up to her lips, kissing her with passion for the first time. Everyone remembers their first kiss and, for him, time seemed to stand still as he felt her soft lips press firmly onto his. Oh sure, he'd kissed them before. On her birthday, at Christmas and other appropriate occasions, but this was much different. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened. A moist tongue wriggled alongside his and he followed her lead, closing his eyes and pushing his tongue over hers, tasting a cocktail of desires with a hint of scotch and spunk on her hot breath.

She moaned deeply, wrapping her arms around him, scratching his back, his buttocks as her passion rose, sucking on his tongue, his lips, kissing his face, his neck and nibbling his ear. 

"Lick me." She whispered hopefully, pushing his head down to her breast. "Lick me all over."

Without a word he ran his tongue over the marmoreal splendour of her tits, twisting the nipples on each one with his teeth. "Lower, go lower." She urged.

He didn't need telling twice. Her scent called out to his natural instincts as he slid over her belly, rubbing his face in the satin smoothness of her knickers, inhaling the aroma until his head spun. For a brief moment she wondered if he'd react like his father had done before him, but as his lips pressed onto her silk swathed sex she knew he wasn't repulsed.

The first time her husband laid eyes on her huge clit protruding from the top of her distended labia he'd recoiled in horror and swore she would never get oral sex from him.

She'd cried herself to sleep on their wedding night, feeling abnormal, like a monstrous freak in the sideshow that became her marriage. But it was okay for him to receive but never to give oral sex. Oh yes! That was just dandy. He, however, refused to even touch her there, uncaring if she was receptive to his forceful, thrusting penis until his sperm soaked between her legs. That summed him up really. A taker, not a giver - unlike her loving son who was unaware of his fathers revulsion and certainly didn't share it.

Gordon could plainly discern the outline of her pussy through her soaked knickers, clinging to the parted lips like a second skin. Her swollen clit bulged like a little cock and she panted like she was running hard as soon as his mouth enfolded it with loving warmth. 

In fact she began cumming hard as soon as his tongue touched her. Her hands held his head in a grip that told him in no uncertain terms to keep going, so he did. Not that he intended to stop. Her knickers felt, and smelt, so good. The taste made his mouth water, adding to the hot juices soaking through the gusset which began to tear under the strain of containing her passion. His teeth ripped at the flimsy material until it gave way, baring her hot, wet cunt to his probing tongue. Her panting breaths became shrill with ecstasy as she lifted her legs, parting them to give him full access, guiding his head here, there and everywhere in-between. His arms hooked under her thighs, pulling her onto his face as he sucked, licked and nibbled her juicy cunt, eagerly exploring every fold of her flesh, pushing his tongue deep inside, stirring the flow of juices, lapping them up and delving deeper for more. 

Gordon couldn't pronounce cunnilingus if his life depended on it, but he sure knew what it meant. He'd often wonder if it tasted like his own spunk and now he knew it had a similar flavour, but a different texture - and there was a lot more of it! A clear stream of juices flowed over his tongue and he not only found them to his liking, but couldn't get enough of them. His cock stiffened as he drank her cum and he amused himself by rubbing it along the edge of the sofa, keeping her flailing legs apart with his arms while he ate her up like his favourite cake - saving her clit for last like the cherry on top. 

Her shrill cries descended into a long, guttural moan as she felt his teeth scrape across the sensitive tip of her clit, rising up the scale to an hysterical wail when it became trapped inside his mouth, making her sound like some sort of sexual diva practising a particularly difficult aria. She clamped his head to her crotch with her thighs, wrapping each leg around his neck, adding bliss upon ecstasy by using her hands on her breasts, roughly squeezing and pulling on them as her body exploded in rapture. 

Although he couldn't hear, he could certainly feel, her reaction to his tongues attentive caress. The sensation of being smothered in soft flesh was beyond anything he'd ever imagined. Her clit swelled in his mouth as he sucked it. Her cunt smeared his lips with hot cum and he breathed nothing but sex for as long as she wanted him to do so. But, although he was relishing the experience, he would appreciate it more if he could get some air! He choked on her thick bush as he opened his mouth in a desperate attempt to breath, flailing wildly with his arms in an attempt to get a grip on his panic or, preferably, her legs to find a way out of controlling her. He quickly realised he had more chance of parting the Red Sea than her mighty thighs and tried pushing on her bouncing buttocks in order to force her up. His efforts only served to heighten her pleasure, especially when he slapped her cheeks in desperation. He began to gnaw on her flesh like an animal caught in a trap, but this only served to increase her frenzy, bucking wildly on his face, smearing him with a gush of steaming juices that gave him two choices. Drink or drown? He chose to drink and hoped she'd finish cumming before he drowned. 'What a way to go!' He thought...




Random Relations



The last rational thought to cross her mind was: 'He's a natural,' before the pent-up frustration of over two decades burst from her lips in an ear-splitting shriek as her orgasm peaked. It had felt as though she'd been plugged into the main circuit of her latent desires when he'd chewed on her clit, his slapping hands merely adding to the exquisite sensations flooding through her cunt. 

Eventually, as her spasms subsided, he was able to prise her thighs apart and pull away to grab a much needed breath of air. His ears rang, his face felt sticky and his tongue was coated with her juices but those minor discomforts were amply rewarded by his happiness at making her feel so good. He wiped the sweat from his eyes and, as his vision cleared, saw she was using her fingers to keep herself amused. He wiggled a finger in each ear to stop them ringing and heard her repeating two words over and over:

"Fuck me. Fuck me..." She panted, fully aware that it was now or never and, in binding him to her she understood it was a two-way street; she was also bound to him. If they didn't consummate that bond then and there, when would they? She seized the moment and urged him to do the deed in time honoured fashion, spreading her legs brazenly wide. "Fuck me, fuck me..." She moaned, rubbing her clit briskly to keep the juices flowing, running down her crack until they dripped off her arse. Her whole body felt lighter than air, like floating on a still pool, though she felt anything but calm. Her heart pounded with love, beating hard beneath her breast until she thought it would burst. "Fuck me, fuck me... "She cried." Her eyes spilling tears of emotion, not shame, as she watched him inch forward on his knees, a respectful worshipper before an adored icon. Her hands splayed the lips of her cunt open for his questing finger, encouraging him to penetrate deeper. "Fuck me fuck me..."

"Should we?" He asked, sliding another finger into the tight hole that seemed to be trying to suck his hand inside. It wasn't that he didn't want to, far from it, but he'd never done anything like this before and was afraid of, no pun intended, cocking it up.

"We must." She groaned. "You have to...fuck me. Oh please...fuck me!" 

The sexually aroused creature before him didn't even sound like his mother, let alone look like her now. He squeezed another finger inside her and became aware of his own power for the first time in his life. Not only did she want him, she needed him! The way she moaned, her flesh rippling as he thrust his fingers in and out confirmed the truth of his discovery. 

He stood on his own two feet, leaving his fear of failure behind him as he moved forward into the new world opening before his eyes. She had showed him the way and now it was up to him. He removed his fingers, sucking them clean as her hands guided him home, finding the snug warmth of her body rise up to greet him. 

"Oh...fuck me...yes!" She gasped, feeling him penetrate her body for the first time. Another tear trickled down her cheek as love filled her heart.

"Are you alright mother?" He asked, thinking he'd hurt her in some way.

"Oh yes baby, i'm fine." She smiled, reassuring him with a kiss. "It feels so wonderful."

Words couldn't express how it felt to him, but 'wonderful' would suffice. The tight heat enfolded his cock and swiftly sucked the spunk from his balls. He returned her kiss with a long, drawn out groan as he slid all the way inside and came to the conclusion his control over her was an illusion. Her cunt squeezed his cock like a vice, milking his balls as they came to rest on her juicy crack. 

"I -I'm sorry mother." He whispered, resting his head on her shoulder as he used to do when needing comfort.

"Don't be." She whispered. "I loved it."

"But i finished so soon." He protested, burrowing into the crook of her neck as though seeking sanctuary from his inadequacy.

"Who said you were?" She said, holding him tight, using her muscles in a complex rhythm to prevent him from slipping out. 

He sighed with pleasure at the sensations rippling along his shaft and slid both hands under her buttocks, massaging them while she returned the compliment on his back, gently stroking his spine until they felt ready to move together as one.

"That's right baby, just like that." She crooned happily, feeling him slide back and forth inside her slippery cunt. 

"Is it big enough for you?" He asked, pushing a little harder.

"You've got a beautiful cock." She assured him, running her hands over his clenched cheeks to hold him deep inside her, grinding her clit into his pubis.

"Really?" He raised himself up, moving both hands to support his body as he looked into her eyes, seeking any trace of mockery but finding only love shining through the tears like rays of sunlight. He basked in their warmth, feeling himself swell with another new sensation: pride. 

"Really." She said firmly, blinking the tears away to let her love shine forth, caressing his face with both hands before pulling him towards her. 

Their lips met again and again, sharing each others growing passion as they moved with increasing urgency, swapping juicy secrets with their tongues, relishing the taboo taste and craving more. 

"Let me feed you." She whispered, offering her resplendent breasts up to his lips.

He took the nearest one into his mouth without breaking the momentum for a moment, sucking her nipple like he'd sucked her clit, rolling it between his teeth, nipping the tip before taking a big mouthful of her soft flesh, suckling hard on the sweetmeat as he held her arse firmly. He took the other between his lips to feast on while screwing her cunt hard and deep, pumping faster with her willing encouragement. She watched him gorge on both breasts until her eyes closed in bliss to concentrate on his hot cock feeding her juicy cunt. His meaty shaft filled her perfectly and slid in at just the right angle to rub against her clit with every stroke. "Yes baby, yes!" She crooned, holding his head to her breast as she had done all those years before. "Keep sucking me...don't stop...fucking me." She urged the man he'd become, unable to deny the seductive power of her deepest fantasy any longer. "Oh baby, you make me cum so good!" She cried, wrapping her legs around his waist to hold him hard inside her body as the ecstasy swept her away once more. 

Gordon plunged into the wellspring of her love and felt it wash over them in a hot wave. 

If their first coupling had been short and sweet, this promised to be long and rich. A fresh surge of emotion went through his body as he looked at the rapt expression on her face and thought to himself that, despite the fact her hair was a tangled web of knots and sweat gleamed on her brow, he'd never seen her look so beautiful. Her lips were a perfect O as she gasped blissfully through her orgasm and he felt his cock throb in anticipation of sliding between them.

"Let me feed you now." He suggested, trying to slide from her creamy cunt. A sticky mixture of juices flowed over his balls as her legs held him fast, pulling him back into her with a drawn out moan of refusal to relinquish a single inch of his cock. 

"Don't stop baby, please don't stop." She murmured, savouring the intimate contact for as long as possible, basking in the afterglow of another orgasm. Another! She'd never cum twice in her life and wasn't about to stop now for anyone. 'If this felt so good how can it be so wrong?' She wondered, feeling him begin to thrust harder, his hands sliding back under her buttocks once more to help him along. Her moans of pleasure became tinged with frustration as he changed position slightly, her clit no longer getting the constant stimulation she needed.

"Hold my legs baby." She said, unwrapping them from his waist as she slid a hand down to her crotch. 

"Like this?" He asked, taking a foot in each hand to splay her legs wide open.

"Oh yes!" Her fingers danced over her clit as his cock slid up beautifully, tickling a hitherto unexplored spot inside her. She'd read about the 'G-spot' in her magazines, but had thought it was an urban myth. To her utter delight she realised she was wrong. And how!

Gordon had also realised he was wrong in thinking that jerking off in a pair of knickers was as good as fucking the real thing; her cunt had him in a grip that was softer than silk and slicker than spit could ever be. Better still, he could see everything from here. Her huge clit, as long as her thumb and just as thick, popped in and out of her busy fingers. Her pink inner lips sucked on his cock with each stroke, stretching out beyond the darker outer lips which had curled back like the petals of some exotic flower. Watching her belly roll and her tits sway in tune to his every move was like being in the middle of his own porn movie. Now he knew why they made so much noise when he watched them! The wet slap of flesh-on-flesh made a hot backing track to his harsh breathing and her heart rending cries for more, more...

"...more." She demanded, stroking her clit to keep the juices flowing over his cock, his balls smacking into her arse with each thrust.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" He gasped, gaining in confidence, pushing her legs back to get a better view. That was much better. He gripped her thighs and humped into her madly shaking body, but misjudged the distance and slipped out to their mutual disappointment. 

Without missing a beat he slid back into the tight wet heat with a groan of relief. Somehow she felt even tighter, making him push hard to feed his meat inside. 

"OW! OH! NO!" She gasped, feeling him begin to penetrate where she least expected it. "OWWW! 

NONONONONOOOOO!!" She groaned weakly as the head of his cock slid between her cheeks. "Not there please, not there!"

'What the...?' He thought, looking down to find the source of her panic jutting rudely from her arsehole. 'No wonder it felt so tight!' Her struggles only helped his cock slide deeper inside, amply lubricated with the continual flow of juices from her cunt. He held tight to her wriggling legs as he inadvertently took her anal virginity, grunting with the effort of extricating himself, albeit reluctantly. 

"Put it..back in...my pussy." She sobbed, desperate to feel him back where he belonged - 

inside her.

"Anything for you." He said, sliding right up her. 

"You're so...good to me baby!" She cried, fresh tears coursing down her cheeks.

"Because i love you." He replied, stating the simple truth of the matter.

His words touched her like a lovers caress and made her aware of how much she loved him too.

'I never told him that though.' She thought. 'All these years I've been such a bitch and not once have i said how much i love him.' The words stuck in her throat, unaccustomed to being spoken aloud after so much denial.

Gordon saw the love in her eyes and knew how she felt anyway. It spurred him into fucking her hot, wet cunt even harder; pinning her legs under his arms as he put his all into the task at hand. His balls slap-slap-slapped on her arse, shaking her body like autumn leaves in a stiff breeze under the onslaught, bringing a drizzle of fresh cum sloshing over his rutting cock as he buffed her clit with every lunge. 

"I..." She began to say, fighting for breath.

He groaned incoherently and hung onto her rippling body, intent on screwing himself into the depths of her gushing cunt. His arms and back ached with the strain of keeping her legs open but he grit his teeth and held on, determined to do this right.

"...you!" She cried, throwing her arms up in abject surrender to him. The series of orgasms before this were like firecrackers compared to the thunderbolt sizzling along her spine, forcing his cock from her cunt under tremendous pressure. A fountain of cum spurted over his chest, drenching his torso. 

Gordon's jaw dropped in astonishment for he'd never seen anything like it in the porno's. Her gaping cunt spat another stream of hot, sticky fluid over his cock like an angry clam.

He smeared it into his meat before diving back inside her luscious flesh, hanging onto her tits with both hands, smothering them with kisses as they fucked at a frenzied pace.

She pressed both hands to her head, as though trying to keep it on her shaking shoulders, and screamed; tearing at her hair while the orgasm raged on like wildfire. 

"Oh my...!" She gasped and screamed again as his teeth sank into her left breast, then the right. The thought of him cumming inside her induced another hot spurt of loving juices to flow and she lifted her legs up high to take him deeper. "Gordon..." She gasped, lifting his head in her hands to look into his eyes. "...I - LOVE - YOU." She declared with all the passion she felt for him at that moment. 

It was the moment that transformed his life. He saw the truth in her eyes, felt it in her heartbeat and the best answer he could give was instinctive. He kissed those lips which had never spoken so softly to him. She replied wholeheartedly, sliding her tongue between his lips as smoothly as his cock slid to an explosive burst inside her cunt.

"MMMMMMMMMMMOOOOTTHHHHEEERRRRRRR!" He groaned, shivering in the waves of bliss washing over him as he spurted a rich load of spunk inside her.

"Yes baby." She whispered, kissing his face. "Let it all go."

His body stiffened while he pumped another heavy load into her cunt which milked every drop until it spilled over and ran down her crack. She whispered sweet nothings while soothing him with her hands until his body relaxed upon hers, replete with joy at the experience.

"Mother, I..." He whispered.

"Sssshhhh baby, I know." She assured him, stroking his back langerously in the afterglow, basking in their love.

'Of course she knew.' He thought. 'She always knew how much I loved her.' The feeling of being loved in return was, however, new to him and he lay silently within her, trying to come to terms with this revelation. They lay in post-coital bliss for some time before he softened and slipped from her with a soft squelch. Gordon stood up and helped his mother to her feet like the dutiful son he was, and always would be. 

"Time for bed Gordon." His mother said, taking him by the hand. 

"But it's only just gone 10." He protested.

"Do as you're told." She said, leading him from the room.

"Yes mother." He replied sheepishly, following his cum trailing down her legs, as she led him upstairs. How he would manage to sleep at this time of night he didn't know and he turned to go into his room, chagrined at the way their evening had ended. 

"Don't be silly Gordon!" She said in exasperation, pulling him back sharply. "When I said come to bed." She reiterated more softly, smiling at the look of puzzlement on his face. "I meant come to bed with me."

Understanding dawned in his eyes like the sun rising on a new day and Gordon followed his mother into her bedroom for the first, but not the last, time.