7 comments/ 132544 views/ 7 favorites This One's For You! By: worshipper622 Nancy arrived at my home at 9 o'clock on Thursday morning. We'd been planning a long weekend to Nantucket for weeks. You know, the attending-a-wedding kind of weekend, upscale of course. We were staying at the White Elephant where we would follow the crowd. There were, of course, all kinds of structured events -- a breakfast here, a luncheon there, rehearsal, rehearsal dinner, and let's not forget the wedding! Two years ago, we had met at another wedding on Nantucket. Both recently divorced and flying solo, we were introduced, hit it off, and spent most of the weekend escorting each other to the various activities. Nancy's two daughters were with her. Linda, 21, had just graduated from Boston University, while Ellen, 20, still had a year to go at the University of Rhode Island. They both were in the wedding as bridesmaids. The bride-to-be, Tricia, was their cousin, Nancy's niece. The groom, Peter, was the son of an old friend of mine. That's it for the introductions. As I said, we hadn't met before that weekend, but had heard of each other. We danced a lot with one another at the reception, and from the closeness of the slow dances, it was evident to us both that we shared an attraction, and I hoped that we would be consummating that before the weekend was over. Well, when the reception was starting to wind down, I escorted Nancy back to her room. We were both very touchy-feely, so it was a natural thought that it might lead to more. As we approached her room, the door was ajar. Linda and Ellen were changing before going out to party some more. They hadn't heard us outside the door. They were having a very serious conversation, with Linda saying, "Look Ellen, I know you're still a virgin. There's nothing wrong with that, but you've got to put out something or guys will just think you're frigid, a tease, or even gay. Not that there's nothing wrong with that either, except you aren't gay, so if you're going to be out with a guy, and don't want to fuck him because you're afraid, then you have to take care of him another way!" Ellen, in a defensive way said, "Look, I'm not just going to go down on some guy because I don't want him thinking I'm cold, or a tease!" Linda jumped right back saying, "That isn't what I mean, and you know it! You spent two hours grinding with Rick on the dance floor. You tell me you like him, so don't leave him with a case of blue balls. Tell him that you're not going to fuck him but that you want to play with his cock. Tell him that you're inspecting him for future use. Let him play with your nipples while you're doing it. If you think he'll try to force himself on you further, just make sure his pants are around his ankles. You can run a lot faster with your skirt up, than he can with his pants down!" They both chuckled at that, and could be heard making their way toward the door. I grabbed Nancy's arm, and ushered her two doors down the hall to my room. As soon as we were safely behind my door, Nancy was quick to say, "Wow, that's a whole lot more than I needed to know! It's nice to know that my youngest daughter isn't a slut, but I put her on the pill 5 years ago. I would have thought she'd have given it up to some nice guy by now." We talked about it for awhile and had a few laughs. Nancy was ready to call it a night, and as she was making a move toward the door she turned and said, "Have I been a tease tonight?" I'd have been stupid to let this opportunity go by. "Well, not quite a tease, but I was hoping for a little action. I've been divorced for 18 months now. Before that, there wasn't anything happening for at least a year. I had to behave myself until the divorce was final. I'm as horny as a three-balled tomcat, but don't let that influence you." Nancy doubled over with laughter. When she finally gathered herself, she said, "I'm not fucking you tonight, but maybe taking a page out of Linda's book would be ok. So, I think I'd like to inspect the equipment for future use." More giggles ensued from both of us as she unbuckled my pants, lowered them to my ankles, and then pushed me back onto my bed. Very quickly, she wrapped my belt twice around my ankles, and then re-buckled it. That brought another laugh from me. I said, "If you get off script, I'll let you know." Nancy disappeared into the bathroom for a couple of minutes, telling me on the way not to move. When she came back, she had that little bottle of hotel-provided body lotion in one hand, and her panties in the other. "I have an ongoing problem with carpel tunnel, so I'm going to induce you with a little prop." That said, she draped her panties over my nose, applied a generous amount of lotion to my cock, and asked if I objected. I shook my head no, whereupon she said, "I had already figured that about you, so inhale deeply while I change the color of these balls. I'm going to give you the handjob of a lifetime. I'm going to polish this knob like it never has been. Sometime in the near future, you'll be taking care of me, but for right now, I'm going to make your cum shoot high in the air. Can you smell my pussy on those panties? Can you feel how wet they are? I thought about giving it up tonight, but Ellen convinced me it was too early, even though I could feel this cock rubbing against me most of the night. Then Linda's little lecture convinced me that I needed to be nice. By the way, you have a nice cock! If you haven't noticed, I like to talk dirty during sex. The dirtier, the better! I'll be fucking this bad-boy cock of yours in the very near future, you know." She lightly stroked my cock up from its base; dragging one finger through its slit. "When I suck your cock later, I'll be sticking the tip of my tongue in here. Guys really like that, I'm told." I nodded. I was on the brink in less than two minutes. No girl or woman had ever talked this dirty to me or brought me there so quickly. I said, "Maybe you should give Ellen some pointers." She quickly responded, "I'm thinking I'll probably do just that,...and I'll use you for show and tell!" That did it! I fired the biggest load of my life. She managed to aim it straight toward my head, and as a huge stream landed on my forehead, across my panty-covered nose to my mouth and chin, she whispered in my ear, "You'd better lick your lips, if you ever expect me to swallow in the future." I complied without thinking about it. "Good boy," was all I heard before nearly passing out. When I came out of my stupor, she was laying next to me. Her blouse open, and front-closure bra open. Her knees were up and spread as she said, "It's my turn! I like to have my nipples licked, kissed, and sucked while being masturbated. Keep it slow to start. I'll let you know when to advance or slow down. And, leave your pants around your ankles!" I rolled to my left, going right to work. Nancy was certainly someone who enjoyed sex in ways I wouldn't have suspected. The talking dirty aspect had really surprised me. She seemed so proper in every way - not stuffy, just reserved in presenting herself. So I decided to follow suit with some erotic speaking of my own. "Your little man isn't so little. It's bigger than your nipples and very responsive. In the future, I'll be giving it a lot of oral attention, but not on the first date. Also, I'm not opposed to this light bondage thing. I'll be reciprocating. Do you normally experience multiple orgasms?" "What about Ellen? Do you think she'd like this, or should I just go right down on her and show her what being licked to orgasm is like? I love eating pussy!" With that, she had her first. It wasn't earth shattering, but enough to draw a long sigh, and an audible "thank you." I was still massaging her inner thigh and licking her nipple, and more importantly, her eyes were still closed, and her hips were still undulating. I slipped my fingers down along her opening, not inserting them, just following the river of juices. "You're really wet; I should clean you up a bit." With that, while lightly massaging her clit with my thumb, I lightly massaged her anal star using those juices, and sucked hard on her nipple. Wow! She exploded with a series of orgasms, finally rolling away from me when she couldn't handle it any more. "Oh my, I'm so sorry!" Those were Nancy's first words, followed by a deep blush, and more words of apology. "I don't know what got into me. I'm not like this. Please don't tell anyone." I took over the conversation. "First of all, I can't think of anyone to tell. So, you're safe on that front. Second, you were driven by the same things that made me accept your advances and participate. You've been divorced for a while now, and haven't gotten laid recently. You're horny! Your daughters' conversation was the spark that ignited your libido. And let's not forget all those drinks. They do have a way altering resistance. So, I'm not telling. Your moral & social standing will never be questioned as a result of anything I might say or do. If we were to part right now, this would remain our secret until YOU told someone" You looked at me, and said with relief in your voice, "Thank you for that, but who would I tell?" "Maybe you'll recall it to Ellen as an incident from your teen past, when instructing her in the fine art of relieving blue balls. As for the show and tell offer, that will remain with me as fantasy fuel for years to come, unless you follow through, of course." By this time, Nancy had finished dressing and making herself presentable for the walk across the hall. On her way to the door she turned and said, "You're a gentleman, Will. I'll be heading down for breakfast at 8 in the morning. If I call when I'm about to leave, will you join me?" I nodded yes. I wouldn't miss it. After she left, I rolled over to stretch, and right there in front of my eyes were those still-damp panties. I quickly inhaled their aroma. Just as I exhaled there was a light tap on the door, followed by a whispered, "I forgot something!" I immediately responded, "It's more fantasy fuel for me! See you in the morning." A little giggle, and the sound of her door closing, told me she was ok with that. The next morning, we met in the hall outside our rooms. Ellen was with her. Linda's head had only recently landed on her pillow, so noon would be a better estimate for her appearance. All through breakfast, our conversation was normal, to me anyway. I thought Ellen appeared a little distracted, but wrote it off to her ongoing sex-related paranoia. After all, Nancy's lips were sealed, and I hadn't said anything that would even imply last-night's activities. After breakfast, Ellen got up to go back to her room. Nancy asked if there were any plans for the day. None of us were leaving until Tuesday morning, so we still had two full days left on the island. Ellen responded with, "Well, right now I'm going back to the room to get a little more sleep. I may have gotten in before Linda, but I'm still tired. I'm hoping to meet up with Rick again tonight, if he's still speaking to me, so maybe I should think about attending that show and tell exhibition I've been invited to!" Without looking back, she left the table. I nearly swallowed my tongue! Nancy looked away from me and down at the floor, but I could see the blood rising up her neck. When she finally looked my way, all she could say was, "I can explain." Nancy did her best to do just that. When she got back to her room last night, she sat in a chair for what she thought would be a couple of moments, just to catch her breath. She dozed for what would turn out to be 2 hours, awakened only by Ellen coming into the room. Ellen appeared somewhat sullen, so Nancy tried to coax her into conversation. They started to get ready for bed, when suddenly Ellen let out a loud gasp. Wheeling around toward her, Nancy exclaimed, "What?" Nancy then realized when she saw the direction of Ellen's stare. She had forgotten, and Ellen was reminding her by saying, "Mom, where are your panties?" Nancy looked me right in the eye and said, "I've always had a great rapport with my daughters. It's been based on truth and trust. Our previous conversations about sex have always been truthful. When they were younger and asked about masturbation, I explained it. I even showed them how to best do it. Ellen would have known right away if I tried to avoid her question, so I told her just how it happened." My mouth was wide open. I really liked this family, and wanted them to feel likewise. "Well, I suppose that Ellen thinks of me as little more than a lecherous old bastard now." "On the contrary, remember, I told her the truth. You were the victim. If anyone was lecherous, I'm the guilty one. I was the aggressor. Besides," she said, "Both girls know how horny I've been. She thought it was kind of hot, especially with you offering yourself for show and tell. When I finished telling the story, she confessed to having shunned Rick's advances again last night. We're going to talk later. Please don't act any differently toward her. And, by the way, she was sincere about accepting the offer of your balls for show and tell!" Well, this was going to be a little tough for me, but I'm not a kid, so I had to be mature. Besides, since Ellen knew that I knew her predicament, I should certainly be more at ease than she. So that is just how I settled it within my own mind. My job was on the sidelines. This was definitely a Mom and Daughter show. After leaving breakfast, Nancy went back to her room, and had a nap. Somewhere near noon, Linda got out of bed, showered, and went out to meet friends. That left Nancy and Ellen to some serious bonding time. Apparently, they spent a couple of hours doing just that. Nancy knew that I had a tee time with my old friend, so thankfully, I was occupied. When I got back to my room, there was a note under my door. Nancy had asked that I give her a call upon returning. Nothing too traumatic had come from Nancy and Ellen's talk. Something was bothering Ellen, but Nancy, for now anyway, was writing it off to boy jitters. The next couple of days were wonderful. Nancy and I may not have climbed into bed together, but we did get together for some mutually assisted relief. It was nothing compared to that first night together, but we both knew we'd get back to that. Her parenting duties required that we maintain a certain level of decorum. My divorce had left me an untrusting person. My former wife had always been a flirt. I knew that because that's how I met her. Silly me for thinking she had been like that with only me. Imagine my surprise, arriving home early one day finding her fucking the appliance repair guy. When I appeared, she immediately accused him of raping her, but a rape in progress was not what I'd seen before she saw me. I told him to get out, called my lawyer, and it got nasty from there. Initially, she tried to stick with him being the aggressor. When he presented a long list of service providers who had also enjoyed her sexual appetite (including one woman), she folded. However, she then attempted to convince the court that she and I had an open marriage and that my extra-curricular activities were as many and varied as hers. She even stated that we'd compare stories as a means of enhancing our own sex life. As a result, my personal life was highly scrutinized during our divorce. My lawyer made sure that I understood what was at stake. I had to walk that narrow line of not even admiring the opposite sex. Abstinence to that degree was difficult for me, but more so for her apparently. She was in bed with an ex-boyfriend when his wife walked in on them. All her lies fell apart. Our divorce finalization probably broke all speed records from that point forward. I got everything (it was all mine to begin with), she went back to the west coast, and I haven't heard anything of her since. Nancy's husband had been a physically abusive drunk. Employment problems led him to drinking too much. That led to a decreasing love life, and that led to him taking what he thought was his. He was the father of their children, so naturally Nancy made every effort to salvage things, but to no avail. Shortly after their divorce, he was found dead, apparently having succumbed to alcohol poisoning. We've all heard the expression "drinking yourself to death" -- that's exactly what he did. So here we were, Nancy, her daughters, and me getting ready to leave the island. Reality was just a couple of hours away. Nancy, Linda, and Ellen would be driving to their home just south of Boston. I'd be heading toward Providence, to a Rhode Island south coast community. I owned a contemporary cape style home on the water. It was on a retreat lot, having privacy from the road, but wide open to waterfront, and a deep water dock. We had already exchanged contact info. We would definitely be staying in touch. As a matter of fact, once on the mainland and on our way, we talked twice on our cell phones. By the time those calls were completed, we all knew each others calendars for the next six months. Nancy was going back to her job. She was an ER nurse, having gone back to work when her ex-husband had lost his job. Linda was heading to medical school in Chicago, Ellen was heading back to URI, and I was heading back to my retreat, where I would try to finish my latest novel. My success as a writer hadn't afforded me with all my current amenities, my family wealth had allowed me to chase my dream of becoming a writer. We were all back to our respective lives for a couple of weeks, when Nancy injected into our phone conversation that Ellen would be heading back to school on the upcoming Saturday. "Would you be ok with Ellen phoning you from time to time?" she asked. "If she needs a man's advice, she'd like to know that's ok. She's very fond of you, and you're the closest to a father figure she has." Well, of course I was ok with it. Saying I was flattered would be a better way of putting it. I jokingly asked if she'd be seeking any show and tell. Nancy said quite nonchalantly, "Maybe she will. She's mentioned it a few times, so I know it's on her mind. How would you react to that? Would it upset you? And don't ask me if I'd be upset! I'm not looking for a relationship just yet. I'm just one of three single hotties you met at a wedding." "Oh, I think I would handle it ok. But, show and tell really implies your presence as well as Ellen's. You should definitely be there! Besides, it seems only natural that you be her instructor in the art of male masturbation as well." Ellen wasn't shy about calling. She did it fairly often. The first time was mid-September. She called early on a Thursday afternoon. She was going out on a date Saturday night. She wanted to speak to me about her personal matter. She was really nervous over her impending date. Rick (from the wedding) was coming for the weekend, and she knew that he'd be hoping for some intimate time with her. She actually wanted it, too. She just couldn't break through that barrier. She knew her mother would be arriving that afternoon for a very long weekend. "Can I come for a visit, too?" Of course I said yes. The drive would take about 40 minutes. Ellen came in with an overnight bag. With no classes on Friday, she was hoping to spend the night. I poured her a glass of wine, and we worked ourselves right into conversation. Sometimes, that's the best strategy. I was praying for success. "So Ellen, you're an absolutely beautiful 20-year-old virgin, but don't want to be.... a virgin, that is. You'll always be beautiful." She smiled, but didn't speak. "Let's get right to the heart of the matter. You came to me for help because you trust me, and feel comfortable talking to me. I am truly honored and flattered by that. If I can't help you, I'll get someone who can, but before that can happen, you'll need to tell me what's gone on in your life." This One's For You! It was teenage trauma. A couple of high school dickheads tried to convince her to have group sex with them. They pawed her a little, took her pants off, and even penetrated her digitally. She ended up kneeing one of them in the balls, before they ran away. The damage had been done, however. They had forcefully taken her clothes off. Her scars were emotional, but on a very small scale (her words). "So this is what I'm going to do. I got to know Rick as well as can be expected in that short period of time. I think he's a great guy. I, also, think he cares a lot about you. He works in the city, right?" Again, Ellen nodded yes. "I'm going to call him, tell him I'm in the city, and would like to get together for a drink. We'll meet, we'll talk. If he's the kind of guy I think he is, this will work just fine. Your mom will be here soon. Why don't you disappear for about 15 minutes? You can make yourself comfortable in the guest room. It's at the top of the stairs. I'll call Rick now. When your mom arrives, give us a few minutes. When you hear me leave, come down to see your mom. If I know her, she'll probably be at your door before I'm gone." Well, as Ellen headed upstairs, I called Rick. We arranged to meet for a drink at 5:30. Nancy arrived about two minutes later, and I cut right to the chase. I told her what I thought needed to happen, but at the same time said, "You're her mother, you know best what the depth of her strength is, and how deeply this may have hurt her. Spending some alone time with her will better help you assess that." I convinced her to wait until I left before going to Ellen. Rick and I met. As things turned out, he was more mature than his age implied. He had already figured out that something traumatic had happened in Ellen's past. He had planned their weekend to be one without ANY sexual pressure or overtones. He really cared about her, and thought that he wanted to get serious, but knew that it might take time. I openly applauded him. Before we parted company, I asked Rick to join us at my house on Saturday morning. He agreed. When I got back to the house, mother and daughter were into a second bottle of wine. There had been a lot of tears and hugging since I left, but things seemed to be moving more toward love & laughter. I told them that Rick was an even greater guy than any of us had imagined, and they were both thrilled to hear that he was coming to the house on Saturday. We talked for a couple of hours before heading to bed. Nancy told me she was going to tuck Ellen in, and then join me. I had my doubts. Ellen needed more comforting. Nancy spent the night with Ellen. There was no explanation needed. When I went down to the kitchen in the morning, they were both already there and making breakfast. We spent the day with Ellen. I brought her to the city to talk to a friend, a psychologist, who determined that Ellen was well on her way toward emotional healing. Sharing had been her biggest obstacle. To be sure, however, we made a few more follow-up appointments. We had a late lunch in the city, then headed back home, doing some shopping along the way. When we got to my house, it was almost time for dinner. We ordered pizza delivery. It was going to be an early evening. The stress of yesterday had taken its toll. Although today seemed calmer, we were all tired. Nancy followed Ellen up to bed. She was going to tuck her in again. Yuh, right!! I awoke at 2 AM as Nancy was crawling into my bed. This was her first time there. Lost in all the happenings was the fact that we had yet to sleep in the same bed, and worse still, we hadn't made love! As Nancy sidled up to me, she whispered that she needed some loving, "but you first," she said. With that, she moved along side of me and started stroking me slowly through my boxers. "I'm going to vary things a little from our first time," she said. "I already know that you'll submit to a little bondage, so I'm going to secure your wrists at your sides." She did that with two long scarves she had retrieved from her suitcase. She looped a scarf under my right thigh, bringing the ends to my right wrist and securing them to it. She then repeated this on my left. I laughingly asked if she did this often. She said, "I'm really not an expert at this bondage thing, but this technique is something we use to immobilize a patient when restraints aren't handy. She then went back to her suitcase, returning with three more scarves and proceeded to tie my ankles to the bedposts, spreading my legs four feet apart. With one scarf left, she crawled up next to me, and whispered in my ear while securing it around my head, "This is your blindfold. Sometimes the minds eye is quite adept at visualizing scenes as being sexier than they are in real life. Also, if Ellen decides to join us for show & tell, she might be a little self-conscious, so this will help." "Ellen's joining us?" I almost shouted! "She might, she might not. I won't announce her, but you'll feel her presence. Now let's get started. Getting you all secure like this has actually gotten me quite excited. Since I am obviously in charge, you're going to eat my pussy first." Nancy straddled my head so that she was looking straight down at my head. I could tell because of the direction her voice came from as she started to instruct me. "Stick your tongue as deep into my pussy - as far as you can! Now lick back out to my clit! Now suck my clit!" I know I said instruct, but it was more like command! Just the same, through her dirty talk, she drove herself to a very quick and strong orgasm. "You'll be doing that again -- very soon," she said as climbing off. Nancy moved down the bed and was, presumably, lying on her stomach, when she started lightly tickling my balls and cock. "Now, it's your turn, she said." She started speaking at a barely audible level. I sensed Ellen had come into the room. I grunted, while at the same time raising my hips. Nancy then started speaking as though I wasn't there. "Now start slowly and lightly. Guys like that. Not all cocks are as nicely shaped as this one. Will has a particularly nice one. You want to lightly run your finger from the base right up & over the top, sliding your finger through the slit at the top. This is what's called pre-cum. Use it as a lubricant." I shuddered when Nancy ran her finger through my slit. She immediately continued her speech. "Cocks are very sensitive to this. If you're ever giving a full blow job, be sure to run your tongue through it while you suck." She then gave a two-second demo. Thank God. If it had been 3 seconds I would had exploded right then & there. "Here, you give it a try," Nancy said to Ellen. I then felt one hand replacing another. Ellen asked Nancy if she meant touching or licking. Thankfully, Nancy instructed her to just touch and stroke, then showed her how to handle my balls. I've got to say, Ellen was a quick study. "Kneel between his legs, honey, but don't stop what you're doing while you move. Ok, now while you're stroking, touch a finger of your other hand to the tip of his cock and get it nice and wet with his pre-cum. That's it. Now move that finger down to his asshole and just let it glide over it the same way you like to rub your clit." "How does it feel, Will? Is our student going to empty your balls? She really looks like she into it. She's naked, you know. Her titties are swinging back and forth. She has nice titties. You should see them! And her pussy is drooling. She's making your sheets all wet!" That did it! Cum started lurching from my cock, and splashed on my face. I opened my mouth and the second rope landed in and around it. I licked up what I could. Nancy softly whispered, "Good boy!" "So Ellen, how do you feel? You just took care of Will like an expert," Nancy said. "Well mom, I'm sure I'll be putting my new skill to use in the near future, but right now I'm really horny, so I'd better go back to my room and take care of myself." After Ellen left the room, Nancy climbed back onto my face and told me to bring her off again. She went right back to talking like a longshoreman, and had an orgasm almost immediately. She kept talking, even suggesting that I allow Ellen to ride my face. Nancy was a delicacy and I liked to eat. She held me by the ears for at least ten minutes while I feasted on the most delicious pussy I'd ever tasted. She told me everything to do to her, and I followed directions to the letter. I told her she had the two things that would keep me in her bed for a lifetime - a dirty mouth, and a sweet pussy! After she had about four more tongue-driven orgasms, she whispered in my ear, "You know, a smooth talking, expert muff-diver like you would probably be pretty good at breaking in Ellen to having her pussy eaten. Would you be willing to do that? I'll take care of your cock while you do her. And don't worry about cumming too soon. I know a number of ways to get you back up again, so that you can FUCK MY BRAINS OUT afterwards!" OK?" I nodded. She ran across the hall to get Ellen. Was this a test? Within seconds, Ellen was sitting on my face, while Nancy was toying with my cock & balls. This was just unreal. My cock was once again rock hard, and Ellen was grinding onto my face like a woman possessed. I could tell she was close to cumming. Suddenly, Nancy stopped playing with my cock and announced that she needed more. She swung a leg over my hips, while at the same time untying my wrists. She then took my hands, and lifted them up to Ellen's sides. "Take good care of her nipples! I know she'll like your technique." The bed was really moving now! Within seconds, Ellen's smooth, soaking wet pussy lips were totally smothering my mouth. Nancy had mounted my cock and was riding me hard. My blindfold had also been removed. She then whispered in Ellen's ear. I didn't hear what was said, but soon after, Ellen started to talk dirty, telling me to suck her clit, pinch her nipples, and announcing orgasms. When she took a breath, Nancy filled the void with her own dialog, telling me how great it felt having my cock fuck her pussy, how much she was looking forward to me cumming in her cunt. She asked if I had ever been in a threesome before. How did it feel to be "doing" a mother and daughter at the same time? Ellen also continued with a verbal diatribe that fueled my raging hormones. But she fueled her own as well, ultimately falling away from my tongue and face, lying down beside us. Her mother was still riding me hard. Since I had already cum, I had some extra stamina. Nancy was still narrating, now saying, "I want to be on the bottom! I want to be fucked hard! Can you do that Will? Can you fuck me harder than you've ever fucked before?" With Ellen lying next to us, we rutted like animals. At Nancy's insistence, while I fucked her hard, I was sucking her right nipple. She asked Ellen to sucking her left one. I was getting real close. Between gasps she told Ellen to get between our legs, and do to me what she'd been shown earlier. Ellen knew just what to do. I could feel her touching my cock as it was fucking in and out of Nancy. When she was satisfied that her finger was wet enough, she started to massage my asshole. I immediately started to groan, signaling Nancy to say, "Now Ellen, do what we talked about!" Ellen slipped her finger into me. She was massaging my prostate. I had never, ever felt so pleasured. I started cumming continuously, endlessly! I'm guessing that I fucked that beautiful woman for another 5 minutes. When I finally started to roll to my side, and while we were still caressing each other, there was a very soft applause from the other side of my bed. Lying on her side now, Ellen had a look of wonderment. "You know, Mom, last night you spent over an hour telling me how beautiful love making can be. You also told me that from what little experience you'd had with Will, you were willing to guess that he was going to be the best lover you'd ever had. That alone was enough to pique my interest. If you hadn't told me I could join you, I would only have been able to fight my curiosity for so long before coming in to watch." With that, Ellen stood to leave. I still hadn't said anything, so she turned and spoke as she was closing the door behind her, "By the way, Will, thanks for the show-and-tell!" Nancy and I grinned to each other before collapsing into a sound sleep. I had gotten up before anyone else. I made coffee, and was on my deck reading the paper when Nancy and Ellen walked out, both naked. When I say naked, I mean naked. When Nancy saw the direction of my glance, she said, "Ellen came into the bedroom to join us, but you'd already left. We decided to get into the shower together, and then we shaved each other smooth. What do you think?" After I caught my breath, I said the obvious. "You are both so beautiful. I wish I'd been there to witness it." Very quickly, Nancy replied, "Participants only! No observers allowed! You'd have to agree to being closely trimmed, and then have your ass and balls shaved clean! Ellen hates to get hair in her mouth. I don't like it either, so you'll want to consider it. Otherwise, eat you heart out!" There was hardly a second of silence before I rose from my chair, dropped my robe and headed for the door while saying, "I'll meet you upstairs!" They performed as promised. We all liked it! They both liked it so much that they laid me on my bed. Nancy climbed on top of me in a 69 position. While we went to work on each other, Ellen raised my legs and licked my ass. I lasted less than a minute before I got that full-on, swallowing blow job that Nancy had been promising for so long. When I was finished convulsing, Nancy stayed in position, laid her head on my thigh and urged me on, saying she was almost there. Without a word, Ellen moved around by my head and licked Nancy's ass while I licked her clit. 'Almost there' had been an understatement. Nancy exploded immediately, and hard. As we recovered, verbalizing our intent to return the favor to Ellen, reality struck. Rick would soon be arriving, and we had to make ourselves presentable. Rick arrived at 10 AM. There were no big plans. Daytime activities were designed for the group of us. Rick and I had on & off private conversations. We discussed Ellen's apprehensions, and how he should handle himself. There was never a moment that Rick ever showed anything but total support to Ellen. Nancy & I decided to give them some alone time, so we went out for a sail. We were gone for about 2 hours, arriving back to two very satisfied looking people. No one can hide that look. That night, we kind of laid back, waiting to see if Ellen & Rick wanted us around, or if they were to be on their own. We ended up having dinner together. Rick went to his bedroom, Ellen to hers, followed by Nancy to tuck her in - mom and daughter relationships are enviable. On Sunday, we went out to brunch, and then a movie. It was all going to be fine. Nancy had settled into her new role as a love-making mentor. Ellen was now more comfortable asking questions, and Nancy more receptive to answering them. When we were going to bed that night, after Rick had left for the city, Nancy was particularly amorous, almost playful in a girlish way. While climbing the stairs, she had her hand on my ass. I looked at her questioningly. She smiled, and as she climbed the stairs ahead of me, she said, "It's just another fantasy of mine." This woman is awesome! Well. I said, "If your dominant side needs to be stroked, you could always tie my belt around my ankles again. I liked that." I could almost see the wheels turning. When we were both naked, Nancy grabbed the belt from my pants, then went to her suitcase and came back with those silk scarves. When she had accumulated everything, she left the room. Moments later, she returned with Ellen, who was wrapped in a towel, still wet from her shower. As Nancy hugged her from behind she instructed me to remove the towel and kneel in front of Ellen. I followed her directions because I really love unwrapping beautiful women. "Will and I are going to treat you to something very special, so just relax, and do exactly as I say. Get on the bed, and stretch your arms above your head toward the bedposts. Then stretch you feet toward the other bedposts. We're going to secure you, and then make oral love to you." After securing her, Nancy placed a blindfold around her head, saying, "I also want you blind." "You do trust us don't you?" Of course she did, and said so. Nancy then said, "Good, now without a blindfold, you have the advantage of knowing what's next, but this way, it's always a surprise!" Ellen jumped, letting out a very audible moan as Nancy pinched her right nipple. I did the same to her left one. Nancy proceeded to tease Ellen in every way possible, while I mirrored everything on the other side. She started by lightly dragging her nails up Ellen's right thigh, switching to fingertips when she got to her pussy, narrating every move along the way. "It is such a turn-on watching facial expressions change as we do this, and body movements too. I can change a relaxed body into a rigid body in less than a second, can't I?" We both nodded, Ellen blindly. She continued her varying and unpredictable teasing for another 5 minutes. Ellen was clearly on the edge. Nancy moved up Ellen's body, pausing long enough to say, "I tied your hands so you wouldn't be able to move until we were finished. We want you to answer a few questions before I release them. We want to hear what happened with you and Rick. We want to hear the whole story; I'll just ask a few questions to get you started. Did you & Rick kiss a lot?" Ellen nodded, and then said, "We were kissing hotly. He was really holding himself back, so I finally took his hand and put it over my breast. I told him not to do anything unless I told him it was ok - absolutely nothing! After a few more minutes -- we were really starting to grind now -- I decided I wanted more. I got your scarves. I told him what I was going to do, and that I'd stop now if he wasn't ok with it." "What did he say," Nancy asked? Ellen continued. "He said that he'd do whatever it took to make me comfortable, not just with him, but with myself and my sexuality. I told him to take his clothes off. Then I had him get on my bed, where I restrained him with the scarves, telling him that what I was doing was ensuring that things would progress at my pace. I played with his cock just like you showed me. He loved it!" Nancy wanted more detail. She asked Ellen if she had made Rick cum. "Oh yes," Ellen said. "I stroked him, and then licked him. When I sensed that he was going to cum, I took him out of my mouth and really went to work on giving him a handjob he wouldn't soon forget. I rubbed my finger through his slit and then rubbed his pre-cum on his nipple while continuing his handjob. When I sucked his nipple, he exploded. Wow, did he explode! I kept stroking him until he begged me to stop." Nancy and I continued teasing Ellen's body throughout her story. Nancy asked if she wanted to cum now. Ellen shook her head, saying she wanted to finish her story first, but to keep touching her. She then continued, "I played with the puddles -- no, ponds -- of cum on Rick's stomach and chest, occasionally licking my fingers. I even put my finger on his lips and had him taste it. He resisted, but then did it. I smiled and thanked him." "I decided then that I wasn't finished. I swung my leg over his upper body, straddling his head, and lowering her pussy to his face. I told him to eat me, and not to miss a drop of my juices. I told him that after I had 9 or 10 orgasms, I'd take care of his cock again. It would be ready by then." This One's For You! "I think I had more than 10 orgasms, but he clearly was not as adept as Will. I talked 'dirty talk' to him the whole time. As I finally slid down his body toward his cock, I whispered in his ear, asking how many girls he'd had sex with. He said he needed to tell me something -- he never had. He also was a virgin. I couldn't believe it. He gave me a whole new sense of confidence. I was so wet that I just placed his cock in the groove of my pussy, and slid back and forth on it. Finally, in the heat of the moment, I let it slide into my pussy and impaled myself on it. I actually popped my own cherry! And wow, did Rick cum a lot!"" There was that classic pause in conversation. Ellen then spoke, asking Nancy to stop stroking for a minute. When she had caught her breath, she asked, "Mom, Since I'm not a virgin anymore, can I ask a favor? Would it be ok with you if Will made love to me right now?" I started to ask why, but was interrupted. "Will, mom said that you would never take my virginity. Not only am I not a virgin anymore, but I'm the teacher. I know more about sex than my boyfriend, and I don't have any real experience. I've got to know what to teach him if we're going to have a good sexual relationship. Mom, please say it's ok, and please stay with us." All I could do was look at Nancy. "Oh, don't worry. I did say you wouldn't take her virginity, and I knew I was correct. But now that she's lost it, her request makes sense. Please do it?" I untied Ellen's restraints, and started kissing her pussy, licking & sucking her clit, and rubbing a finger across her tight little asshole. She immediately had a strong orgasm -- the one that Nancy & I had been coaxing for the last half hour. Nancy then whispered in Ellen's ear, "Gently pull him up to you by his head. When you can reach it, grab hold of his cock and guide it into your pussy. As you're doing that, whisper in his ear how much you want and need his cock. Be softly vocal. Tell him to start slowly so you can get used to his size. If you want him go slower, tell him so by saying it hurts a little. If you want it harder, spank his ass. Men love to be spanked!" I found that I was following Nancy's instructions. When I started to slowly fuck Ellen, she went wild with orgasms, spanking me while asking to be fucked harder. Nancy was sucking Ellen's nipple. We made love to Ellen well into the wee hours. She kept asking questions that were answered with actions. Ultimately, we all collapsed into a deep sleep. When I awoke shortly after dawn, I had my arms around those two very beautiful women -- one under each arm. Nancy was already awake and looking at me. "Well," she said, "I guess that was a little more than either of us expected - any comments?" All I could think to say was, "Well. I was certainly caught off-guard. I never would have agreed to it if she was a virgin. Since she wasn't, my only other condition would have been that you had to be there present. Thanks for being here. It would have been very difficult to turn her down." "Oh, don't worry! We had already thought of that." Just then, Ellen's eyes opened. She stretched, looked at us and said, "Any chance of getting you two to give me an orgasm before I head back to school?" With that, she climbed over me and inserted herself on her back between us. Then she said, "No bondage today - I promise to submit willingly. Oh, I really love this threesome thing!" We rocked her world! It was, quite frankly, the most unbelievable reaction to manual sex stimulation that I'd ever witnessed - way beyond any fantasy my mind was capable of conjuring up. When she couldn't take any more, Ellen headed for the shower alone. Admittedly, she couldn't take any more, and had to get to school for a 2 o'clock class. As she was getting out of bed she whispered to me, "You'd better get busy, Will. We've been neglecting Mom, and I know she's in need of a good fucking!" Well as soon as Ellen was out the door, I went right to the task at hand. There was no bondage, but shortly after, when Nancy started telling me to fuck her harder, Ellen appeared kneeling at our side. She took it upon herself to start spanking my ass while saying, "Mom needs to fucked harder, Will. Now do it!" Nancy immediately went off into orgasmic orbit. When able, she jokingly thanked Ellen for the assistance, noting how pleased she was that Ellen had picked up pointers on technique. All of their conversation, seemingly without even acknowledging my presence, prompted me to say with feigned disdain, "I'm just a piece of meat to you two!" We all laughed. When she got up to leave, Ellen gave me a little kiss on the cheek, and thanked me before leaving for school. Nancy & I made love, fucked, and genuinely took advantage of each others body for the next two hours, after which she headed home. She had to be to work at 4 o'clock that afternoon. Reality had returned once again. Over the next couple of years, life went back to how it should have been. Almost! Our group incestuous activities continued, but only at an instruction level -- that's how we excused it to one another. Ellen continued with periodic sessions of therapy, she and Rick became the best of friends, then lovers -- noisy lovers. Every time we heard Ellen talking dirty, or spanking Rick, Nancy and I just smiled at each other. So here we are two years later, heading back to Nantucket tomorrow for another wedding - a double wedding actually. Nancy and I are getting married, and so are Ellen & Rick. We were alone in my house, awaiting Ellen & Rick's arrival. We were like a couple of kids discussing how we had an hour or so to play around before they got there. We went to our bedroom, where Nancy said, "How about one more specialty session for old times sake?" She tied my wrists and ankles, applied my blindfold, and went to work on my cock. In what I'd come to identify as her most loving gesture, she simply said, "This one's for you, Will!" * Author's note: This story is stand-alone. Depending upon reader reaction, there will be additional stand-alone stories, all with the same insatiable characters. Enjoy!