8 comments/ 29883 views/ 21 favorites Bon-Bon and Boo Ch. 01 By: bjmichaels NO ONE IS UNDER EIGHTEEN IN THIS STORY!!! "BILLY – SUPPERS READY!" Barbara hollered at the open kitchen door that led to the basement where her son lived. The boy, sitting in front of his computer, leapt from the chair and bounded up the stairs. He sat down at the kitchen table and immediately began devouring the big salad his mother had made for him. "Are you sure you don't mind if your sister and I go out for a few hours? I can stay home if you want me to....," she asked with genuine concern in her voice. "No, I'll be just fine, mom – you guys go out and have a good time!" he said. He hoped his voice didn't give away his excitement and anticipation of being home alone for several hours. Then she said: "I wish you'd go out more – all you do is sit and stare at your computer – you need to go out and have some fun in your life! Why don't you call some friends and go out and do whatever-it-is teenage boys do?" "I'm happy 'staring' at my computer, mother...I'm searching for a summer job..." he answered, changing the subject. "I'd like to save some money before college starts." "On the computer?" she slowly shook her head. "When I was growing-up we had to actually get off our butts and go have a face-to-face interview with a real live person – it was very nerve-wracking!" "Well, a lot of things have changed in fifty-years, mother," he chuckled. She playfully swatted her son with a dish towel and said, "Yes – I really miss our old horse and buggy too...." "Does this look all right, mother? I can't find anything else to wear!" asked twenty-one-year-old Bonnie as she entered the kitchen; she was three-years older than her brother. Billy stopped chewing and furtively glanced at his sister. She was wearing her bright yellow sundress; his favorite - the dress that showed an eyeful of cleavage; her 34C breasts proudly pushing upward. Barbara looked at her daughter with mock disapproval and said, "Dear, we're going to dinner and a movie – we're not trolling for men! But if that's what you want to wear in public – fine – you're a grown woman and if you want to look like a desperate tramp that's okay with me." The girl laughed and said, "I AM a desperate tramp, mother – my divorce has been final for two-months and it's been a long, long time since –," she remembered her younger brother was present then said, "...well, you know!" "Very subtle, dear..." Barbara said shaking her head. "Oh, before I forget, I want to give you this." Barbara handed her daughter her diamond necklace. It sparkled in the light of the room. "Mother – you love this necklace – I can't take this from you!" she argued. "Dear, I want you to have it – it brought me good luck and maybe it'll do the same for you!" she said. End of argument. As the women talked about the necklace, Billy's eyes darted back-and-forth between the two beautiful women standing nearby. He tried to be discrete - he didn't want them to catch him staring. He marveled at how similar they looked: Both had shoulder length strawberry-blonde hair, they were both 5'7" and 120 pounds, their bodies were supple, smooth and curvy in all the right places; his sister looked like a younger version of his mother. Also, they wore the same size clothes for which he was very grateful. Billy finished the salad and washed his plate. His mother was hesitating; it seemed like something was on her mind but she didn't know how to say it. "Are you all right, mother?" the boy asked her. "Yes, dear – everything is fine...okay, I guess we better get going," she said to her daughter. Billy was done cleaning-up; he watched out the back window as the two women climbed into the family car. He walked into the living room, pushed the curtain open just enough to see the car back out of the driveway then go down the street towards the corner. When the car turned the corner and disappeared from his view he hurried downstairs. The basement consisted of his 'room', a bathroom and a laundry area with a washer and dryer. His 'room' was a large sofa-bed, a tv, a bureau for his clothes, and his computer table. He immediately walked to the laundry basket. His heart leapt with joy and his pulse began racing when he saw not one, and not two, but three pairs of panties on the very top of the laundry basket. WOW – I hit the jackpot today, he said to himself. It was like finding a secret treasure chest. He smiled and snatched-up the panties and walked the twenty feet to his bed. He wasted no time stripping off his clothes. Barbara and Bonnie parked the car around the corner out of sight from the house. They walked fast back to the house. They found the basement window that they'd left the curtain open enough for them to see in, but not far enough for Billy to notice. The two women had concocted this plan a couple weeks earlier after a long talk about what to do about Billy's 'odd hobby'. Barbara had known for some time that her son was using hers and her daughter's panties to pleasure himself, but she didn't know how to approach him about his behavior. She wasn't sure how long it had been going on. Billy had gotten into the habit of doing everyone's laundry a couple years ago; it had surprised both her and Bonnie, but they took it as a sign that he was maturing, and wanted to help out around the house. Then one day by accident she found a pair of her underwear buried in the laundry basket, and when she felt a crusty stain on them it puzzled her. She couldn't think what the stain could possibly be. One day while she was browsing the internet, she came across an article about how some men get sexually aroused by dressing in women's clothes; even going as far as masturbating with women's panties. For several days thereafter, she searched the laundry basket until one day she found a pair of her daughter's panties with the same large crusty stain. Her suspicions were confirmed – her son was using their panties to pleasure himself. Barbara understood that Billy's 'helpfulness' was a ruse; a deception aimed at preventing the women from discovering semen stains on their underwear in the laundry basket. Pretty clever of the boy to take on the 'responsibility' of laundry when all he was doing was covering-up his strange behavior, she thought. "He's a pervert, mother," Bonnie had argued, "...you need to send him to a psychiatrist!" "Dear, he's a teenage boy...from what I understand they masturbate all the time – it's very normal." "Is it normal to jerk-off in their mothers and sisters panties? I don't think so, mother. I say we tell him we know he's a degenerate – maybe that'll stop him." "We are not going to traumatize the boy...I want to catch him in the act, and when he, ah...does that thing, I'm going to peacefully and rationally confront him and have a talk with him...I don't want him to think he's doing something wrong or abnormal." "A guy shooting his load into women's panties instead of inside real women isn't wrong or abnormal, mother?" "Don't be so crude, dear." The women watched Billy open his jeans and push them to the floor. He stood before them wearing only his 'tidy-whities'. When he pushed them down as well, the women stopped talking. Billy's penis and scrotum dangled between his legs. Both women gasped; to say they were surprised by the length of his flaccid organ and his large ball sac would be an understatement. "My God, mother – he's hung like a horse!" Bonnie exclaimed. "SShhhhh...." her mother feared Billy could hear them. He picked-up his sister's pink, diaphanous panties and stepped into them then pulled them up around his waist. His prick was clearly visible inside the see-thru panties. "Oooo - gross!" Bonnie spat. His hand began stroking his penis thru the fabric of the panties until his prick became hard as a rock and pushed out the front of the panties. "He's going to ruin my underwear, mother," Bonnie complained. "Be quiet, dear...." Billy picked up his mother's white lace panties and held them to his nose. The women could clearly see him inhaling deeply at the crotch of the panties. "Oh my God mother! It's like he's sniffing your--" "I know what I'm seeing, dear – please be quiet!" The boy closed his eyes as he stroked his turgid prick and smelled his mother's aroma. He became dizzy with lust. He lowered the pink panties far enough for his hard prick to spring into view and picked up another pair of his sister's panties, the yellow nylon ones he loved to feel wrapped around his pulsating, hard cock. The women sat in stunned silence; amazed and fascinated by Billy's manhood. He had a normal sized body, but his cock looked like it belonged to a much bigger man. Bonnie immediately thought of her ex-husband, Ivan, his was pretty good sized, but not nearly as big as what she saw now. She couldn't help herself as she ogled her brothers long and thick piece of meat and wondered how it would feel inside her. She felt the dampness begin to gather between her thighs. Barbara was overwhelmed by emotions. Her son's penis looked identical to her late husband's right down to the length and girth. It had been five long years since she felt his manhood inside her, and now, here she was, staring at it again. She was overcome with guilt and shame as she felt moisture escape her pussy and stain her panties. She knew full-well she was staring at her son, but she couldn't help wonder if his cock would give her as much pleasure as her husband's had. She felt an emptiness deep inside her that screamed to be filled. She had never felt so alone in her life – she ached for the touch of a man - the feel of a hard cock pounding her open and willing pussy. For a brief second she imagined it was her late husband's cock she was seeing, and she wanted it bad. The women were quiet as they watched in slack-jawed fascination as Billy's hand rubbed the panties faster over his cock. They watched his well-shaped buttocks begin to sway and gyrate in time with his hand. They could hear his moans of pleasure through the window pane. Each woman was lost in a private fantasy world - thinking unthinkable thoughts. Suddenly they heard Billy cry out and watched in amazement as his hips bucked and jerked. Hidden from their view, they both knew full well his long, beautiful prick was unloading copious amounts of semen into the panties. Billy shuddered and moaned for a long time. When he pulled the panties off his cock a thick pool of cum was clearly visible to the women. They watched with open mouths as Billy cleaned the remainder of his cum off his still hard cock with the panties. The women were speechless when they saw that his cock had remained hard. In their experiences, once a hard penis ejaculated, it became soft very quickly. He discarded the yellow panties and pulled-up the pink ones that had been hanging just above his knees. His rock-hard cock pushed out the sheer fabric, and he slowly stroked it as he approached the bed. He lay down on the bed on his stomach. His hard cock was flat against his belly pressing into the panties and mattress. The women were flabbergasted as they watched him grind his pelvis into the mattress. They'd never heard or seen this type of thing before. Billy was masturbating using the friction he created with the feel of the panties on his cock against the mattress. He obviously had done it before as he rhythmically massaged his cock using the panties and mattress to give himself pleasure. Barbara had seen enough. She had to tap Bonnie twice on the shoulder to get her attention. They walked to the car in a dizzying silence. Her original plan was to catch him in the act and confront him, but now Barbara had totally different feelings. She didn't want to humiliate the boy in front of his sister. She would wait for another day to have a talk with him. They'd driven a considerable distance before Bonnie broke the silence inside the car. "What a waste!" she exclaimed. "Why do you say that, dear?" asked a puzzled Barbara. "A girl could have a helluva lot of fun with that thing inside her," she said. Barbara nodded in agreement then said: "I don't feel like seeing a movie now...how about having a drink instead?" "Good idea, mother," said Bonnie. Barbara drove to the bar where she'd taken her daughter on her 21st birthday. They settled into the plush chairs and ordered glasses of wine. "What are you going to do, mother?" asked Bonnie. "I mean, he had a whole routine – he's obviously been doing this for a long time...and him grinding his crotch into the mattress! What was that about?" "It must feel good to him...but I think you're right – that didn't look normal to me...." "You know, mother..." the daughter continued. "He's never had a girlfriend....maybe he doesn't like girls...." "Don't say something like that!" Barbara said; then she added: "Having a fetish for women's panties is totally different from what you're implying...besides, if you think about it – he doesn't have any close male friends either!" "That's true..." Bonnie agreed. "So I guess he's just a freak of nature, huh?" "Don't say that!" Barbara quickly said. "He's a confused boy...if your father was still alive this wouldn't have happened...Billy doesn't have an older man around to teach him how men behave...I mean, Billy is handsome and smart – he has a great sense of humor, too...but he's been listening to you and me for five years, the most important five years in a boy's life and he never learned how a boy should act...." "You really miss daddy, don't you?" "More than you know, dear – more than you know," she answered, shifting uncomfortably on the seat, closing her legs tight to try and relieve the burning itch of desire she felt from her throbbing pussy. When they arrived home they could hear Billy sleeping in the basement. They also heard the sound of the washing machine. They looked at one another with knowing smiles on their faces. When Barbara climbed into bed later that night, she couldn't sleep. The one thing she never mentioned to Bonnie was how much Billy reminded her of William, her husband. She hadn't thought about it until now, but he looks just like him, sounds like him, even has his mannerisms, and God help her for thinking this, but he has the same identical, gorgeous penis as his fathers, too. And going without sex for five long years, she really missed feeling that hard penis inside her. Barbara fumbled in the drawer of the bedside table. She found her 'toy' then raised her nightgown and began her almost nightly ritual. Only this time, she had a fresh picture in her mind of her object of lust and desire. She fantasized about that hard cock thrusting in-and-out of her and gave herself the best orgasm she'd had in a long, long time. A few days later she and Billy were finishing dinner when a blood curdling scream was heard coming from the basement. "MOTHER!! THIS IS DISGUSTING!! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!! YOU GOTTA SEE THIS!!" they heard Bonnie yell then heard her feet stomping loudly coming up the stairs. Barbara shot a quick glance at Billy and saw the blood drain from his face. The fork in his hand began to tremble. When Bonnie appeared she immediately threw down on the table, in front of her brother, her favorite black silk panties. A fresh, wet stain could be seen by everyone. It was a very large stain. "You little perv – you thought you could hide these under the other clothes in the laundry basket? Mother, look at this – your son had to have done this just before he came upstairs for dinner – he's out of control! He can't even wait until bedtime!" Billy stammered and stuttered and denied any involvement. "That's not me – I didn't do that!" "Save it wanker-boy!" his sister cut him short. "...we know you like to wear our underwear when you get your jollies...are you a sissy? What kind of boy wears women's panties?" Barbara sharply said, "That's enough! Don't say another word!" She looked at her son; tears filled his eyes as his face turned beet-red. She said, "Sweetie, go downstairs and wait for me...we need to have a long talk." Barbara could see her son visibly shaking as he stood and left the room. "Mother, you need to do something and do it now...there's no telling what kind of boy he is...he could be a peeping-tom, or even worse!" "Calm down, dear...." "I mean it, mother! We don't know what goes on in his demented mind...." "Bonnie, I don't want to hear any more from you...weren't you going somewhere?" Exasperated, the younger woman answered, "I'm going to meet some friends...I wanted to wear my sexiest panties in case I got 'lucky' - now I'll never wear them again!" "In case you get 'lucky'? What kind of talk is that?" Barbara shook her head. Bonnie lowered her eyes and sheepishly said, "It's been a long time, mother...." "I understand, dear...believe me, I understand." Once Bonnie was gone, she made the walk downstairs. The short distance down the stairs was the longest walk of her life. What can I possibly say to a teenage boy about sex? How can I tell him masturbation is normal, but the way he does it, isn't normal? Damn you, Bill, she cursed her late husband. Why did you have to leave us alone? God, how I wish you were here! Billy sat on the edge of his bed with his face buried in his hands. Barbara sat close beside him. She wrapped her arm around his broad back and gently stroked his shoulders. She thought she heard him sniffling. "Sweetie," she said, "I'm not mad at you, but this is going to be the most difficult conversation we've ever had - I think it's time we talk about what you do down here." "W-What d-do you mean? I don't do anything down here!" he said defiantly. "Sweetie, this will be easier if you tell the truth – a few days ago we watched you use our panties to, ah...to satisfy yourself." The horror on his face told Barbara everything she needed to know. "YOU SAW ME? OH-MY-GOD-OH-MY-GOD...BOB-BON SAW ME TOO?" he shrieked, using his sister's family nickname. "I'm afraid so, dear..." she said as she stroked her son's back. She saw his look of defiance suddenly melt into one of resignation and humiliation. "Mommy, I - I'm sorry – I don't know why I do that...there's something wrong with me...." He hadn't called her 'Mommy' in a very long time. It tugged at her heart. Barbara had to muster all the courage she had but finally said, "Sweetie, there is nothing wrong with you - masturbation is a healthy and normal release for many people – especially teenage boys...when there is no other outlet for your, ah...for your 'needs', it's perfectly acceptable." Her young son didn't respond. She wasn't sure how to continue. "Sweetie, I know you're embarrassed but please don't be...I want the two of us to be able to talk about anything – even this...I think it's very important that we be honest with each other, and feel comfortable enough to talk about sex and love and your likes and dislikes. Please don't be afraid to open up to me." She felt the tenseness gradually go out of his shoulders. He still didn't say anything, but her confidence was growing. She felt as though she could now say things she never could before. "Like I said, sweetie, I don't want you to be embarrassed or feel guilty, but I want to ask you how long have you been using our underwear for pleasure?" "Oh God," he muttered. "I...oh God...I guess it's been a couple years...." "Right around the time you began doing the laundry for us?" "I guess it's pretty obvious now why I did that, huh?" he said. It made Barbara feel good that he was beginning to talk. "Sweetie, you have what is known as a 'panty fetish'...I think millions of men feel the same way you do about women's panties...." Bon-Bon and Boo Ch. 01 He finally lifted his head from his hands and looked at his mother. "Why?" he asked. "Why do I like them so much?" "I think you like the softness against your skin – they make you feel good." "Yeah, they really do feel nice...." "Do you like girls, sweetie? I'm just wondering...you never date and I never hear you talk about a girl you might like...." He groaned. "Yes, mother – I like girls – I'm not gay if that's what you're getting at...." "No, sweetie – like I said, I just wonder about it from time-to-time...you're so handsome and big and strong – any girl would fall in love with you if you gave them a chance." She saw a painfully sad expression take over his face. "I don't know anything about girls, mother...I don't know what to say when I'm around them – I have no idea how to act or what I should do...all I know is I get real excited when I'm near a pretty girl...." Her heart almost shattered when she heard his cry for help. She always knew he was shy, but she never thought it was this bad. "Sweetie, where did you learn about sex?" Then she noticed his laptop on the table and asked: "On the internet?" He nodded his head. "I'm so sorry – that is my fault – I should have been there for you and explained a lot of things to you...will you show me what you look at on the internet?" His eyes grew wide as saucers. "Mom, please, I can't do that...." "Billy, you have nothing to be ashamed of – please, sweetie, I want to see what things you like to look at." As he stood he mumbled, "I can't believe I'm going to show my own mother this stuff." Billy sat at the table and navigated the computer to a folder labeled "WEATHER". When he clicked on it the entire screen filled with names of different websites. He's a smart boy, she thought. If someone got on his computer, who would bother looking at a folder called "WEATHER"? "Sweetie, let me sit down now...." She heard him groan again as he stood. The first thing she did when she sat down was a very quick scan of the names of all the sites. She was relieved when she saw there were no sites with 'boys' or 'men' in their titles. The second thing she noticed was a good number of women's lingerie sites. Barbara didn't know there were that many companies. Okay, she thought, that's to be expected. There were a quite a few sites with names like "Nubile Nymphets" and "Teenage Pussy." She read down the list and decided to click on "Beautiful Teen Sex." The screen filled with naked images of pretty girls and cute guys in various positions doing what nude guys and girls do with each other. Barbara enjoyed studying each picture. She especially loved seeing the young, firm erections of the cute teenage boys. Suddenly, she became very aware that Billy was standing beside her and the front of his gym shorts had ballooned outwards. He quickly covered himself with his hands. She also caught the faint aroma of what she thought was semen. That would make sense, she said to herself. He had masturbated only an hour or so before. "Sweetie, has a girl ever done this for you?" she asked her son while pointing at a photo of a girl holding a boy's hard cock. "No...I've never done anything with a girl," he said in a sad and distant voice. Next, Barbara pointed to a photo of a girl on her knees with a long and slender erection in her mouth. "Baby, do you think about a girl doing this for you? Do you want a girl to take your hard penis in her mouth?" she asked in a raspy voice. "Mother, please! I can't talk to you about these things!" She wasn't sure where she was heading with this, but she felt strangely ashamed, guilty and aroused at the same time. She had neglected a very important part of her baby boy's life and now she wanted to make it up to him. "Sweetie, I love you and I want you to be happy...do you want Mommy to make you happy, dear?" she said while her panties soaked up her juices. "Mother, I'm scared – please, what are you talking about?" he'd noticed a definite change in her voice and demeanor. "Sweetie, it's all my fault – I should have taught you about sex a long time ago...I don't want you to be afraid of girls – I want you to be a confident young man – I'm going to make up for what I didn't do years ago – but the only way now to do that is by showing you what you need to know. Do you want me to teach you how to satisfy women?" "Mom, oh God – should we be talking like this?" her words made him nervous. Barbara pushed aside her son's hands guarding his crotch and boldly grasped his member through his gym shorts. She squeezed his already-throbbing cock and Billy moaned and his hips involuntarily jerked and bucked. "Does that feel good, sweetie?" "Oh God – yes, Mommy – yessss...." he hissed, caring only for the sensation of his mother's hand on his prick, without any thought to the consequences of her actions. It was out of her control now. She was guided by her desires, and her lust for her son's cock. The cock she had seen a few nights earlier – the cock she had fantasized about when she masturbated. The cock that was identical to her dead husbands. Her mind was hazy; blurred between the fine line of correctness and desire. When she looked up at her sons face she saw her husband staring down at her. She felt her husband's strong cock in her hand. She felt the uncontrollable lust she had always experienced with her husband – he had been the absolute love of her life and now here he was standing beside her once again. When she went to her knees and pulled down the gym shorts and underpants and his beautiful, long and thick cock came into her gaze, it was her husband's cock. When she took it in her hands and mouth she heard the same moans and exclamations of joy her husband had made. She worked her lips and tongue feverishly over his hot, pulsating cock – reveling in the texture and taste. Oh God – I missed this so much! I love the heat – the flavor – the smoothness of his hard flesh. I want his hardness in my mouth forever! His hips thrust the cock deeper in her mouth. She sensed his urgency. She stroked it faster and sucked with all her expertise. She reached under her skirt with one hand and ran her fingers up-and-down the wet front of her panties. She caressed her pussy-lips and rubbed her clit. Suddenly she heard him cry out as he pushed his cock to the back of her throat and began to unload huge amounts of semen and sperm in her greedily sucking mouth. She swallowed everything she could. His man-cream tasted exactly like his father's and she couldn't get enough of it. Then it happened – her orgasm came in a crushing wave of ecstasy. She screamed into the hot flesh trapped by her strong lips. Their bodies shook and spasmed until they were sated. Billy had his first orgasm with a woman. It was the most incredible feeling of his young life. Beating-off never made him feel this good. Barbara licked every drop of cum off her son's now-deflating cock. His taste and aroma made her head swim in dizziness. She was elated that she could give her son pleasure. She felt a vague sense of remorse. Yes, she thought, this was very wrong, but it would be far worse if her beautiful, baby-boy fumbled and stumbled his way through life not knowing the most important aspects of an intimate relationship. She was determined to teach her son everything he would ever need to know to satisfy any woman. She would replace his fear and uncertainty with confidence. He would never have to feel intimidated by women ever again. She looked up at him and marveled at the innocent, angelic-look of pure bliss on his handsome face. When he saw her looking at him, his mouth formed the biggest smile she'd ever seen. Yes, I'm going to turn my baby-boy into the man women dream about! When she stood she lifted his tee shirt upward, he took the cue and removed it entirely. He stood before his mother as naked as the day he was born. Barbara threw her arms around him and pulled him close. They gazed into each other's eyes then she kissed his lips. He was unsure, tentative, her mouth was insistent. He kissed her back. She held his head and showed him how he should kiss a woman. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and it startled him. "Relax, sweetie, just do whatever I do...." she said in a whisper. She taught him to press against her mouth with a gentle, firm pressure. Their tongues licked and lightly danced against each other. She felt her son responding to the deep kissing. His penis began a slow rise against her belly. She was elated to learn not only was he a good kisser, but that he was quick to recover so soon after an orgasm. This boy is going to be pure gold, she said to herself. When she reached down and caressed his member into another full erection, he groaned and said, "Oh, Mommy...." "Sweetie," she whispered, "I'm going to make you a man tonight...I'm going to teach you how to drive women crazy – would you like that, my Sweet Baby?" "Oh God yes, Mommy – make me a man – show me what girls like – please, teach me what to do, Mommy...." he groaned softly in her ear. "I want you to forget I'm your mother – I want you to think of me as a woman – a woman you want and need – a woman who will make you feel things you never dreamed possible...." When they kissed again she cupped his large scrotum in her tiny hand. My God, his balls are bigger and heavier than his father's, she thought, as she rolled and massaged each testicle separately. She took small steps backwards to his bed, pulling him with her by his cock. She sat on the edge of the bed, his huge penis inches from her face. She kissed and licked the large purple knob then lie on her back on the bed. "Sweetie, lay down beside me...I want you to undress me...would you like to see me naked, darling?" she said - her mind reeling with uncontrollable lust once again. "Oh yes, Mommy – please...." he groaned as he lay beside her. She caressed and stroked his face and hair then placed one of his hands on her breast; he immediately gripped it hard and she said, "Be gentle, darling...." The boy couldn't help himself. He used both his hands now to softly stroke and knead his mother's breasts through her blouse and bra. Her small hand continued holding and gently stroking his huge erection. "Would you like to see Mommies titties, baby? Do you want to feel my naked titties?" she hotly whispered into his ear. When she felt his cock pulsate and throb in her hand she knew what his answer would be. "Oh God yes, Mommy...." he moaned in reply. "Unbutton my blouse, baby...." His fingers trembled, he couldn't work the buttons; he began to pull on them. "Gently, dear – here, let me show you...." Her fingers guided his. She couldn't believe his excitement at merely feeling her breasts through her clothing. At that moment she felt more desirable and sexy than she had for a long time. "Take deep breaths and go a little slower, sweetie...I know you're eager to see my titties, but girls like it when their lovers take their time, okay baby?" "Yes, Mommy," he said with some disappointment in his voice. At that moment, Billy remembered erotic stories he'd read about men and women; he concentrated hard on following what the men in those stories did. He began planting kisses on his mother's neck, then near her ears. When he had her blouse open, he gently cupped her bra-encased mounds in his hands and squeezed and kneaded them while his hot lips and tongue worked along her neck. Knowing her son's love of women's underwear, she made a mental note to wear sexier bras and panties while around the house. Since this tryst had been totally unexpected, she wore her plain-white underwear. He covered her ear with his mouth and slid his tongue slowly inside, she moaned and he felt her soft and smooth body shiver beneath him. When he reached behind her back and found the clasp to her bra, he quickly and expertly opened it eliciting a surprised gasp from his mother. He released her breasts from their silken confines and immediately buried his face between them and softly kissed and kneaded her sensitive flesh; he gently took her hardened nipples between his lips and licked and sucked on them. "Oh my...." she breathlessly uttered; completely stunned by her son's new-found boldness and expertise. His hands found the clasp on her plaid skirt, opened it, and worked the skirt slowly down her hips until his beautiful mother lay there only in her panties. Barbara smiled as her young son threw her skirt and bra to the floor beside the bed – his father liked to do that, too. His hard cock pulsated and throbbed in her hand as he eagerly explored her supple body while he kissed and licked her breasts. Barbara released her hold on his member. She sensed he was getting close to cumming too soon. Her hand found his ball sac and gently moved his eggs to his lower scrotum to prevent his premature ejaculation. She decided she would teach him how to control his excitement and orgasms right from the start. Countless numbers of women in the future will thank me for this, she thought to herself. Billy groaned with disappointment, but his cock remained hard against her thigh. He began kissing and licking his way down her body; his hands continually stroking and petting her soft skin. Barbara was amazed by her son's actions. His natural instincts had taken over, and with a few subtle suggestions from her, he was performing like he had years of experience of pleasuring women. "Oh my!" she gasped when Billy knelt between her legs and insistently pushed them apart. How very manly! she thought. It was like her pussy was a prize and he was claiming it as his own. He stroked her inner thighs and teased her soft flesh with his lips and tongue until his nose pressed against her dampened panties. First, she heard his breath catch in his throat; then hesitation then he finally burrowed his nose into her crotch and loudly inhaled. The image of Billy sniffing her panties when he masturbated immediately flooded her mind. Barbara was thrilled that Billy loved the fragrant aroma of her vagina. Too many men avoided going 'down there' causing the woman to feel as though she was unclean and unappealing. Suddenly, Billy's tongue snaked out of his mouth and pressed against the wetness of her panty-covered crotch. She felt its full length and width lapping at the juices on the front of her panties. Shivers of excitement raced up and down her spine. When they'd French-kissed, she hadn't realized just how big his tongue really was. She began to squirm with delight under the ministrations of his serpent-like tongue. She desperately wanted his tongue on her naked flesh. As if he was reading her mind, Billy suddenly hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of her delicate underpants and started to pull them down. Barbara was all too eager to raise her hips to aid her young son. He peeled her panties down her long legs and she soon lay naked before her son. Billy tossed the panties on the floor next to her skirt, gently grasped his mother's thighs in his hands and pushed her legs wide apart. Barbara gasped and moaned at the wanton wickedness she felt when her naked and vulnerable cunt was totally exposed to her young sons view. His thumbs pulled apart her outer lips and she watched with utter amazement as her son buried his face in her crotch. "Ohh-yesssssssss...." she hissed thru clenched teeth when his thick tongue began lapping at her open sex. Billy had read all about and saw photos of cunnilingus on the internet. He was an excellent student. Barbara said very little to her son, her gasps and groans of pleasure told him exactly what he needed to know; where to concentrate his efforts, and the proper pressure and intensity. Suddenly, his lips found her engorged clitoris and his tongue lathered it with his saliva. She squirmed and rolled her hips; her thighs automatically clenched around his head, forcing his face deeper in her crotch. A stream of continual moans came from deep within her. She'd forgotten how wonderful it was to have a talented and thick tongue making love to her pussy. She was thrilled by her son's moans of excitement; she was delighted that Billy loved eating her cunt. She envisioned long lines of women waiting for a chance to get into her son's bed. Yes, she told herself, he was going to be very popular with the ladies. Suddenly, his tongue dove deeply into her cunt while one thumb pressed and rubbed her anus and his other thumb massaged her clit. She screamed as she shook violently on the bed as wave after wave of mind-numbing ecstasy overtook her body and mind. She thought she would pass-out from the pleasure. She opened her eyes when she felt Billy shift on the bed. He was kneeling between her wide-splayed legs, his magnificent cock aimed at her open pussy. She glanced at his beautiful reddened-face and saw something she'd never seen: a look of pure lust and desire as he stared at his mother's open cunt; his cockhead a mere inch from her opening. Her orgasms had drained her desire. She wanted Billy to caress her, to kiss and fondle her to help build her need for him again. But she could tell by the trance-like look in his eyes he was going to take her right now. When his mushroom-shaped glans came into contact with her nether lips, he closed his eyes and slowly pushed into her. She knew full well there was no stopping him now. He was going to complete the mating ritual whether she was ready or not. He was going to do to her what every man had done to their woman since the advent of time. Sticking their cocks into women's open and waiting cunts was so deeply ingrained in men they needed no coaching or encouragement. Fucking their woman was as natural, and necessary, as breathing. His long cock easily slid into her wet sheath. The walls of her pussy clung to his rock-hard flesh. His invading member suddenly awoke more desire within her. He was teasing her with his cock; he was filling her cunt agonizingly slow; she wanted him completely inside her. She suddenly wrapped her legs around his back; his cock buried deeply within her. She felt his huge scrotum slap her upturned bottom. They groaned in unison. She pulled his head down to hers and kissed his lips. Their tongues feverishly danced together as his cock remained still inside her. Suddenly, she felt his hard cock throb and pulsate, expanding inside her. Her desire for him returned even stronger than before. "Oh God, baby...oh my sweet boy...fuck me, baby – fuck your Mommy sweetheart." He began to slowly pull his cock out of her until just the head was gripped by her pussy lips. Then he pushed into her once again. "Oh Mommy – you feel wonderful – your cunt is so tight...." "Oh my sweet boy – fuck me harder, sweetie – your cock feels so nice in my pussy – fuck me hard and fill me with your cum!" He gave a mighty shove that filled her greedy cunt and took her breath away; her eyes rolled in their sockets. "OH SWEETIE – FUCK ME HARD, BABY – YESSSSSSSSSS...." They settled into a rhythm of long, hard strokes - each one filling her completely. His body trembled and she felt perspiration forming on his back. She knew from his urgency he wouldn't last much longer. Her own lust was building to a fever-pitch, too. It had always thrilled her to be pinned beneath a strong man - so helpless and vulnerable; completely at his mercy and control, and she knew from experience, that when a man was close to cumming, all that mattered to him was using the woman's cunt as a receptacle for his lust. Suddenly, Billy began a series of short, hard thrusts that pushed her over the edge. The orgasms that followed sent her mind to her 'secret place' where thinking and rational behavior were mutually excluded. Bon-Bon and Boo Ch. 01 Their cries of pleasure echoed throughout the basement as Billy's cock expanded then unloaded stream after stream of hot cum inside his shaking mother. She thrilled at the amount of cum she was able to coax from his youthful balls. When he finished and collapsed on top of her, she held him tightly and murmured in his ear: "Good boy – good boy – good boy...." She had taken her son's virginity and she lay basking in the warm afterglow. She was exhausted. She and Billy lay on their sides tightly together. Their hands stroking each other's backs and buttocks, their mouths locked in long, soulful kisses. When she felt his manhood begin to rise yet again, she felt conflicting emotions. She was tired after so many orgasms and wanted to sleep, but as long as her son wanted to use her body, she would happily comply with him until his lust was totally satisfied. This would be his fourth erection of the night. He had cum in her mouth once, and gave her extraordinary fucking the last two times. The second time she was on top and rode his manly cock until they both exploded. She reached between them and fondled his prick to another hard-on. She whispered in his ear, "Climb on top of Mommy, baby...I want to feel your body on mine...." She groaned when she felt his hardness open her swollen pussy lips. When he was buried to the hilt, she wrapped her legs around his back. They fell into a slow, mellow fucking. The lust began building in her once again. Bonnie had enough. She and her friends had gone to a dance club hoping to find nice guys but every one of them turned out to be total jerks. The last guy, so cute and seemingly nice, when they slow-danced he took her hand and pressed it against the erection inside his pants then crudely pushed his tongue in her ear. That was all she could take for one night. She was riding in the back seat as she finished telling her story. "...what an asshole – AND he had a small dick! Who does he think he can satisfy with that tiny thing?" "Himself!" chimed-in the beautiful red-headed driver, Bonnie's best friend, Tracey. They all laughed. "It's still early, Bon – you sure you want to go home?" asked Mary, her other friend in the front seat. "Yeah, sorry guys...you ladies go and have fun – I'm kinda tired anyway." Bonnie got out of the car after saying her 'Good-byes' and watched as her friends drove away. She began to walk to the side door, but suddenly stopped. She changed directions to the driveway and when she saw the basement light was on she decided to take a look. Maybe the pervert is playing with himself again, she thought. She was ashamed to admit it, but the image of her brother's long and thick cock was stuck in her mind. And, she felt even more shame when the night before, she had pictured Billy's cock as she masturbated. She whispered "Good" out loud when she saw the curtain was still open enough to see inside. She sat on the ground and looked thru the window. There were two people inside, on Billy's bed, and at first she thought something was wrong. She even looked at the house to make sure it was hers. Then she focused on the bodies on the bed. OH MY GOD! She thought when she saw what they were doing. There's a guy screwing a girl on my brothers bed, was her initial reaction. Her view was from behind and she watched as a guy with a nice-looking butt was thrusting his cock into the girl. She looked closely at his cock as it plunged inside the girl then withdrew to the very tip. It was long and thick, just like her brother's cock. She wistfully stared at the pistoning cock. It had been a long time since she felt her ex-husband, Ivan's cock sliding in-and-out of her. Suddenly, the hair on her neck stood straight-up when she heard the guy shout "OH MY GOD – OH MY GOD" – it was her brother's voice! This isn't right! How can this be? How did he get a girl to come here and screw him? From her vantage point, she could plainly see the girl's cunt stretched wide by her brother's cock. She watched in fascination as he pumped his big cock in and out of her pussy. Through the window pane she heard the girl's low moans of pleasure. Who in the hell is this girl? She wondered, as she watched the girl, with her legs locked around her brothers back, thrust upwards to swallow his entire cock inside her cunt. What a slut! thought Bonnie. Suddenly, something on the floor beside the bed caught her eye. It was a plaid skirt. She became confused. It looked like the skirt she had given her mother. Why would it be on the floor beside her brother's bed? Reality slapped her hard across the face when she recognized her mother's voice screaming "FUCK ME, BABY – FUCK ME HARD - MAKE MOMMY CUM SWEETHEART!" OH MY GOD – THIS IS DISGUSTING! MY BROTHER IS FUCKING MY MOTHER!! She froze in place. She didn't want to look, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the spectacle on the bed. This was wrong on so many levels Bonnie tried hard to understand what was going on. She didn't know what to do. A raging battle filled her mind. Her first instinct was to rush inside and stop what they were doing. They can't be doing this, she thought. Good God, a mother and son having sex? They're going to hell for sure! Our family will never be the same. How could she have an open and honest relationship with either of them ever again? She didn't move. She was fascinated by what she was witnessing. She even felt her panties moisten. Seemingly on their own volition, her hands began kneading her breasts through her clothing. Her nipples were hard and she pinched them thru her blouse and bra. Her mind screamed: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? HOW CAN YOU GET EXCITED BY THIS? I'm as perverted as they are, she thought. Maybe it runs in the family. She had to stop it and stop it right now! She ran around the house to the side door. For some reason, she opened the door as silently as she could. She didn't want them to know she was there. When she stood at the top of the stairs, she could no longer see them, but their shouts and screams were deafening. She heard her mother: "OH SWEET BABY – I'M THERE, BABY – OH GOD—OH GOD—Y-YES—YES—YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS...." And then her brother: "MOMMY – OH MOMMY – I'M CUMMING INSIDE YOU, MOMMY—OH MOMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYY...." Bonnie reached down and rubbed her cunt thru her jeans; her body suddenly jerked and spasmed as she experienced a mind-wrenching orgasm of her own. She had to clamp her hand over her mouth to prevent them from hearing her. A short while later she heard her mother say to Billy: "I'd love to sleep with you here, sweetie, but your sister will be home soon...this is our little secret, okay, sweetie?" "I won't tell anyone, mother." "Good boy...sweetie, mommy wants to take care of you this summer...when your penis gets hard, I want to help you with it – okay, sweetheart?" "Oh God, yes, Mommy," Bonnie heard her brother answer. Bonnie suddenly realized where she was and as quietly as possible snuck thru the house and went to her bedroom. Barbara scooped-up her clothes off the floor. Before she climbed the stairs she turned to her son and said: "I love you, Billy." Her son smiled and said, "I love you too, Mommy!" As she walked upstairs she was very aware of her son's semen oozing from her vagina and running down her legs. Bonnie heard her mother go into the bathroom. She was sure her mother needed to clean herself. The girl stripped naked. Her wet panties stuck to her cunt, but she was finally able to peel them down and off. She lay on the bed, unable to sleep. The images she'd seen fresh in her mind. She felt the warmth return to her loins. She couldn't help herself; she began masturbating again. She imagined Billy's cock plowing in and out of her own pussy. She shivered and shuddered with another delicious orgasm. She fell asleep wondering how she was going to handle the situation. Would she confront her mother, or keep the secret to herself? The next day was Sunday and everyone slept in. Bonnie awoke a couple hours later than usual feeling refreshed, but worried. She wasn't sure how'd she react when she came face-to-face with her mother and brother. She was the first one up so she went to the kitchen to make coffee. She heard her brother stirring in the basement and then the sound of water from his shower. On an impulse, she quietly walked down the stairs and stood outside his bathroom door. She heard him humming to himself. When the water stopped running and she heard him open the shower curtain, she took a deep breath, opened the door and burst into the bathroom. He had the towel over his head and was drying his hair. He didn't react right away to her sudden intrusion. She was able to take a good look at his 'package' before he could cover himself. "Oh! Sorry Boo – didn't know you were in here!" she explained with a smile on her face. 'Boo' was her nickname for him since they were very young. "You want some breakfast?" she innocently asked him. "Ah, yeah, sure...okay," he answered uneasily. "This is our little secret, okay sweetie?" referring to the fact that she'd seen him naked. Bonnie smiled mischievously at her younger brother. His face reddened as he said, "I won't tell anyone." Did she know about last night? he wondered. How could she? She wasn't even home! Wow! Bonnie said to herself after she closed the bathroom door. His huge 'package' looked so out of place dangling between his legs compared to the rest of his body. She felt slightly uneasy at her sudden interest in her brother's private parts. She wondered why she had done that; she was still undecided about how she was going to approach the situation, but in her mind she couldn't shake the picture of him banging her mother; giving her mother a loud and apparently very explosive orgasm. She began to feel left out, a little jealous. Since the death of her father, the three of them became extremely close and shared everything. They had no secrets between them. But now there was this; it didn't seem right to the girl that she was being left out in the cold. It was a typical Sunday. They ate a late breakfast and all helped to clean up afterwards. To Bonnie, the two of them appeared to go out of their way avoiding even eye contact with one another. When they were done, they went their separate ways in the house to spend time by themselves. Later in the afternoon, Bonnie approached Barbara and said matter-of-factly, "I'm gonna walk to the store, mother." "Why don't you take the car, dear?" her mother asked. "No, it's only a ten-minute walk to the store – I can use the exercise – I'll be gone for thirty-minutes, mother," she replied. "Oh, okay, dear." Bonnie had barely closed the side door when she heard her mother's footsteps going down the stairs. She hurried to the other side of the house and peered through the basement window. Sure enough, her little 'experiment' worked. Her mother was in Billy's arms and they were kissing on the lips. How gross, she thought as she sat down to see what would happen next. She had to be more clinical, she told herself. She needed to forget the fact that she was watching her mother and brother; she told herself they were just a man and a woman enjoying each other's company. She wasn't sure what her mother would do with just thirty minutes to spare. They kissed some more and it was obvious they were French-kissing. Then she saw her mother's hand reach between them and begin rubbing the front of her brother's pants. Bonnie could clearly see a large bulge form in his pants. Suddenly, her mother dropped to her knees and kissed the bulge as she opened his jeans. Oh my God, thought Bonnie, her mother was going to suck her brother's cock right before her eyes! Bonnie gasped when Billy's large organ and ball sac came into her view. She wondered, how in the world would her mother be able to get that thing in her mouth? Ivan's cock had been long, but not nearly as thick as Billy's. Barbara pulled his pants to his knees then began kissing and licking the huge cock. She ran her lips and tongue up-and-down the length. Her tongue completely covered his glans with saliva. Bonnie saw her mother wet her lips then form an 'O' as she slid them over his cockhead. Incredibly, her mother was able to get his entire glans in her mouth. The expression on her brother's face was priceless: his eyes closed, head thrown back and a wide smile on his face. Bonnie looked at her watch and figured her mother had about fifteen-minutes to make Billy cum. She watched with macabre fascination as her mother worked feverishly on her son's huge cock. She cupped and massaged the boy's massive balls with one hand while her other hand stroked his shaft. From time-to-time she let his erection slide from her mouth and she would lick the head and all around below the crowned-ridge. The slit was leaking pre-cum and she greedily lapped it up. Her brother's hips began to push his cock deeper into his mother's mouth. Bonnie expected that very soon he would hold her head still and begin face-fucking her. That's what her ex-husband used to do to her whenever she sucked him off and she sensed her brother was very close to cumming. Suddenly she heard a bellow escape from deep inside her brother's throat. His hips made short, staccato-like movements as he strained to cum. Bonnie was surprised to see Billy's hands remain locked behind his neck – apparently he wasn't going to hold his mother's head to his cock. He didn't have to - his mother had every intention of receiving his tribute in her mouth. Bonnie watched in amazement as her mother was able to swallow most of her brother's cum. Only a couple small amounts dribbled from the corners of her mouth. It was obscenely grotesque to see Billy's white foam coming out of her own mother's mouth. Barbara sucked on his cock until it deflated in her mouth. Then she greedily licked his cock clean of the cum she had missed. She wore a dreamy smile on her face. Bonnie thought her mother looked like a wanton whore on her knees licking and swallowing every drop of her brother's cum. Whenever Ivan had demanded she suck his cock, which was quite often, she was also expected to swallow every drop of his foul-tasting, viscous spunk. She hated it but knew better than to disobey her husband. Somewhat dazed, Bonnie got to her feet and decided to walk to the store for real. She needed the fresh air to clear her head. For the next two-days Bonnie made sure her mother and brother were not alone together for very long. Then she thought of another 'experiment.' On Wednesday, at the dinner table, Bonnie asked Barbara, "Would it be all right if I used the car tonight? I want to see a movie – I'll only be gone for about three-hours." Her mother choked on a piece of meat then finally managed to say with a straight face: "Of course, dear, that would be just fine!" Bonnie waited until sunset. It was too risky to peep into the basement window in the daylight – someone might see her. She called-out "Bye Mom – going to the movie now" and left the house. She did what she and Barbara had done the night they caught Billy masturbating with their panties: she parked the car around the corner and walked back to the house. She sat before the basement window cross-legged; her skirt rode high on her split thighs. She wore a skirt especially for this occasion. She normally left the house in slacks. She sat there quite a while, watching her brother sitting at his computer. She was beginning to think her mother wasn't going to 'visit' her son tonight. Maybe she found a conscience, and decided what she was doing was wrong. Just as Bonnie completed that thought her mother came down the stairwell. Bonnie couldn't believe her eyes. Her mother was wearing a red, see-thru babydoll nightie with no brassiere and matching lace panties. When Billy saw his mother he jumped up from the computer and took her in his arms. They kissed and ran their hands over each other. Barbara immediately began stripping Billy of his clothes and he helped whenever he could. When he was naked, his cock was hard as a rock and she massaged it with her hand. They fell onto the bed and she wore her skimpy outfit for no more than a minute or so before Billy eagerly stripped his mother naked. His face and hands went for her breasts. He licked and sucked each nipple until they were inch-long points, sticking proudly outward. He kissed his way down her body; his hands busy caressing her breasts and nipples. Bonnie took a sharp intake of air as she saw her mother spread her thighs obscenely wide and her brother's lips and tongue went to work on her pussy. He had obviously done this before, thought Bonnie; probably their first time together. She watched with rapt attention as her brother pleasured their mother with his mouth. It looked as dirty as it sounded: a young boy licking his own mother's wet and open cunt. Bonnie's pussy immediately flooded and she reached under her skirt and rubbed it thru her panties, never taking her eyes off her mother and brother. She had a clear view of Billy's long and thick tongue lapping at her mother's pussy. Mother has a pretty pussy, she thought to herself. The bush was neatly trimmed, and her swollen lips were a healthy pink as they flowered open. The young girl shivered; she could only imagine what her mother was feeling. Ivan had steadfastly refused to perform that act on her saying: "Any man who licks a woman's cunt is a faggot!" When Bonnie saw her mother's hips begin thrusting against Billy's tongue she knew her orgasm was close at hand. Bonnie worked at her own pussy with a vigor that surprised even her. Through the window she heard her mother cry out; the sound of her mother in the throes of orgasm sent her spiraling over the edge. She creamed in her panties; eyes closed, hips jerking and shaking. She bit her lip to stop from being discovered by them. That was only the beginning. Her panties were drenched so she reached beneath her skirt and pulled them off. She absentmindedly caressed her vagina as she watched the show unfold before her. Suddenly, the girl saw only what she wanted to see: not her mother and brother, no, rather he was a hot guy with a big cock making love to a pretty woman with a smokin' body. She was amazed how slow and gentle her brother's lovemaking appeared to be. Ivan had always been in such a hurry that most of the time, she barely felt anything at all. Bonnie fell into a trance-like state as she watched the gentle, unhurried lovemaking. She envied the pretty woman on the bed. Bonnie desperately wanted to experience sex with a considerate and thorough lover; a man who worshipped and reveled in her body - not one who just used her like a whore for his own satisfaction. While Billy had been kneeling between her thighs using his beautiful lips and tongue on her pussy, Barbara was a little worried that her plan might not be working. She hadn't seen the tell-tale sparkles coming from her daughter's diamond necklace thru the basement window. She was sure Bonnie was outside spying on them, but she wanted to see the sparkling diamonds to confirm that fact. Suddenly, as if on cue, the ceiling light caught the diamonds perfectly and Barbara saw a veritable light-show coming thru the window. The necklace must have been dancing and swinging on her daughter's neck to sparkle that much. She smiled to herself as she pictured her daughter fingering herself as she watched the two of them on the bed. Barbara opened her thighs even wider to give her daughter the best possible view. Life is funny, Barbara thought to herself. The other night when she'd noticed Bonnie spying on them, she was utterly horrified. She had never felt such shame and humiliation in her life. She was going to put a stop to it, but for some perverse reason she began getting even more excited with the idea of seducing her son while her own daughter watched everything. Bon-Bon and Boo Ch. 01 That was when she thought of her plan. Bonnie would see what a terrific lover her brother was, and just might want to experience him herself. Bonnie's husband, Ivan, had been a mean and crude son-of-a-bitch. He not only verbally abused Bonnie, but beat her as well. It had been clear to Barbara all along that he was only interested in her daughter for her body; to use and degrade her in every way possible to satisfy his lust. He had shattered her confidence and self-image to the point where after only a year of marriage, Barbara didn't recognize the woman Bonnie had turned in to. Back then, the mother had concocted a plan to rescue her daughter, and now it was time for a plan to finally give her daughter the happiness she deserves. After a while, Bonny felt foolish and ashamed sitting outside staring inside at the couple on the bed. She was invading their privacy at the most private moment a couple can share. She was disgusted with herself. My God – what's happened to me? I've never felt like this – so miserable and alone. And now I'm playing with myself as I watch my mother and brother make love. How did this happen to me? But the girl knew full well how it happened to her in one word: Ivan! Her low-life, Serbian-asshole-of-a-husband had transformed a healthy, bright-eyed, life-loving woman into a fearful, insecure little girl. She had been positively brimming with life – she embraced each and every day with awe and wonderment. Now, because of Ivan, she absolutely dreaded waking up every single day and having to go out into the cold, cruel world. She wanted her old life back. She rationalized that just maybe, her plan would help her regain the spark inside her that had been snuffed-out and permanently extinguished by her evil husband. In a perfect world, a girl wouldn't have to seduce her own brother to make her feel better about herself. But this was far from a perfect world, and if the satisfied smile on her mother's face was any indication, maybe having fantastic sex with a considerate lover would help ignite that old spark. Barbara decided the best way to end a magical night of lovemaking would be to give her daughter something to remember. She had Billy sit on the edge of the bed, his mighty erection pointing straight up; with her back to her son, and her full-frontal nudity directly facing her gawking daughter, she raised her hips until her open cunt was directly above his throbbing cock. She reached down and firmly took his prick in her hand and positioned his cockhead between her swollen pussy lips. In one swift movement, she thrust downward, impaling herself on his cock until she felt his pubic hairs pressing against her soft asscheeks. She stayed that way for several seconds so that Bonnie could plainly see her brothers cock buried in her mother's cunt. When she began to rise-and-fall on his cock, she just knew that her daughter's eyes were glued to her vagina, watching the magnificent cock stretch her pussy lips wide open. Barbara was aware of how obscene this had to look to her daughter but she did it with one purpose in mind. And that purpose came to fruition when Billy began squirting his load into her sending her over-the-edge. Their screams echoed off the walls in the basement. Barbara listened for, and heard her daughter's muffled cries of joy outside the basement window. All three of them had cum together and that filled Barbara's heart with pride and a glowing radiance she'd never experienced before now. When Billy's deflated cock finally slid from her pussy, she stood and felt a rush of semen running down her legs. She picked up her discarded panties and wiped her son's man-cream from her legs. She briefly thought about putting on her outfit to go upstairs, but decided her daughter had probably left her viewing post by now, and it would be safe to walk to her bathroom in all her glorious splendor. "Sweetie, we need to have a little talk...." she said to her son. He suddenly became alarmed: "Didn't I do it right, Mommy? Did I cum too soon?" She laughed softly and said, "Darling, you were great – you are the best lover Mommy has ever had...." And she meant it too! "No, sweetie," she said sitting next to her son on the bed. "It's about your sister...did you know she was watching us tonight?" "WHAT? OH MY GOD! HOW—" "Calm down, sweetie – it's okay...she was outside that window the whole time we were making love, dear." "Oh, jeez mother...." he said. "Has she spoken to you in the past couple days – has anything unusual happened?" Barbara asked her son. Suddenly, she saw a spark in her son's eyes. "This morning...she walked in on me in the bathroom...." "What were you doing, dear?" "I had just finished my shower – I was drying my hair – I didn't see her at first...." "And what did she do, dear? Did she say anything?" "When I finally saw her she was looking at me?" "She was looking at you, dear?" "Yeah, well, she was staring at me 'down there'....she was looking at my thing...then she asked if I wanted breakfast...." Barbara chuckled again and said: "Well, dear, you do have a beautiful 'thing'....." Then she gazed into her boy's big blue eyes and asked him: "Would you like to see your sister naked, sweetie?" He flushed a bright crimson. "MOTHER!" "Would you like to be naked with your sister? Would you like to make love to your sister like you did with me?" "Well, ah...well yeah – she's as beautiful as you are, Mommy." She smiled at the compliment and thought: This boy is a quick learner! "Well, dear, I think you're going to get your chance very soon...all I want you to do is act like it's a surprise when it happens...and I want you to tell me everything your sister says and does...sweetie, will you do that for Mommy?" "Yes, Mommy...I love you, Mommy!" "I love you too, sweetie." After a long kiss Barbara said: "Sweetie, there's one thing I need you to do for me, okay?" "Sure – anything – what is it, Mommy?" She smiled and replied: "Sweetie, don't play with yourself until I say it's okay – I want you to save your spunk for your sister, is that all right, sweetie?" She was amused as she watched the embarrassment flood over his face once again. "Oh...ah, okay...." The next day, Bonnie went off to work, as usual, before her mother. Barbara thought her daughter looked tired, but she smiled because she knew the reason for it: she was sure Bonnie had several orgasms while watching them last night! At the dinner table that night everything seemed normal, but Barbara could feel a certain tension in the air. She and Bonnie were playing a game of cat-and-mouse, and it invigorated her thinking about how it all might end. The next morning after Bonnie had left the house, Barbara went downstairs to talk with Billy. He seemed distant as he fidgeted on the bed while they talked. "No, ah...she hasn't said anything to me, but I, ah...." "You haven't masturbated, have you?" "Mother – please – no, but it's hard...I mean you got me thinking and well...I really want to – but no, I haven't...." Barbara peaked at his crotch and saw the tell-tale bulge poking out the front of his sweatpants. "You're thinking about seeing your sister naked, aren't you dear?" "Mother – please – I...oh man, yes – seeing her naked is all I can think about!" Barbara realized she hadn't done him any favors by getting him to think about his sister that way. She reached over and squeezed his hardness thru the sweatpants. His body jerked like he'd felt an electric shock. 'Well, I've got about ten-minutes before I have to leave...pull down your pants, sweetie – Mommy is going to help you out!" His face reddened, but he immediately obeyed his mother. His proud and firm erection waved in the air. Barbara grasped it in her hand and began stroking the shaft. God, it was hot in her hand, she thought. And it feels sooo good, too. She felt a dewy moistness form on her pussy lips. Concentrate! She told herself. This isn't for your pleasure. This is strictly to help the boy. She fought hard to keep from getting sexually aroused. It became a science experiment to her: she wanted to see how much sperm and semen he would shoot out of his cock after abstaining from masturbation for a day. She focused on her son's beautiful face as her hand moved swiftly up-and-down his throbbing cock. He looked so peaceful, so contented. She held his scrotum in her other hand and lightly rolled and massaged his balls. Suddenly, she felt his balls contract in her hand and she milked him as fast as she could. He cried out as his cum shot two-feet into the air. Her breath caught in her throat watching the endless supply of semen squirting from her son's virile cock. When he was finished, she wiped her hand on his sweatpants; kissed him on the cheek and said, "Go take a shower, dear!" She heard him say "Thank you, Mommy" as she climbed the stairs, extremely aware of the heat she felt between her legs. Three days had passed and Bonnie hadn't made any indecent proposals to her brother. Barbara was beginning to wonder if maybe she'd been wrong. Maybe Bonnie couldn't go through with seducing her own brother. All three days Barbara relieved her boy's erection with a handjob, and afterwards, he'd kiss her and say, "Thank you, Mommy!" Barbara was in the company cafeteria when her cell phone rang. It was Billy. "She called me, Mommy – she asked if I wanted to do something with her this afternoon – she's going to take-off the rest of the day and she wants to do something with me!" Barbara smiled to herself. So this is how it's going to begin! They would have the house to themselves for several hours before I get home. "Sweetie, calm down – don't get too excited...remember dear – act surprised! Okay, dear?" "Yes, mom." "Billy, let her show you what she wants, okay? And, Sweetie—" "Yes, mom?" "Make her feel like the most important girl in the world, okay? Make her feel sexy and beautiful and show her how much you want and desire her...will you do that for me, sweetie?" "I'll do my best, mom," he replied. "Have fun, sweetie – good luck – good bye!" "Bye, mom," he said. Billy sat at his computer table and thought about his sister until his penis was fully erect. Mom didn't have to tell me all that stuff, he thought to himself. Bon-Bon is the most important girl in the world and I won't have to phony-act to show her how much I want her. It will all be real. He began to tremble with anticipation. When Bonnie arrived home she went downstairs to see her brother. "Hi, Boo – I'm so glad you're home...you sure you want to hang out with me today?" He didn't know what to say. His voice cracked, but he managed a smile and said, "More than anything, Bon-Bon!" She smiled back and said, "I, ah, okay...I'm gonna take a quick shower and I'll be right back, okay?" "Okay," he said as their eyes locked together. When she went upstairs to her room she began to get nervous. That was a little strange. What was that look in his eyes? She wondered. Can I really do this? She asked herself all throughout her shower. She already knew what she'd wear - her tiny lace bra and the pink see-thru panties that Billy had worn a few nights earlier when she and mother had spied on him. As she soaped her ample breasts she noticed her nipples were hard. She groaned when she pinched and rolled them in her fingers. When she had on her outfit, she cinched her pink robe around her and stared into the mirror. She prayed to God he would find her attractive and desirable. He was the only man in the world she trusted anymore, and if he rejected her life wouldn't be worth living. She desperately hoped that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Throughout the afternoon Barbara repeatedly looked at her watch and wondered what her children were doing at that precise moment. Was Billy satisfying his sister with his wonderful tongue or his big cock? How many orgasms had Bonnie had? Did she find Billy to be as good a lover as she did? She didn't get much work done. Suddenly, her phone rang waking her from her reverie. "Hey, bitch – me and Olga want you here tonight – I know you get off work at 5 – I'll give you a half-hour to get here – if you're not here by 5:30 I'll post all the photos on the internet!" Then the phone went dead. Barbara trembled and shook. It had been Ivan on the phone. Her mind screamed in anguish. She was crushed by a wave of hopelessness. He's never going to leave me alone. I'm always going to have to do his bidding because of those damned pictures. If people see those photographs I'll lose everything: my job, my friends, maybe even my family. Barbara buried her head in her hands and softly cried. It had all started when she tried to help Bonnie get a divorce from her husband. Ivan would have no part of it. He went so far as to threaten to take Bonnie back to Serbia with him and she'd never see her daughter again. Then Olga moved in with Bonnie and Ivan. Olga had been an old girlfriend of his in Serbia many years ago. Both she and Ivan are forty-years-old, older than even Barbara...yes, Bonnie had married a man who was twenty-years older than she. One day Barbara was pleading her case with Ivan as Olga stood nearby. "Please give Bonnie a divorce – you don't love her – you never did – and now that Olga is here to take care of you – you have no need for Bonnie any longer. Let my daughter go! PLEASE!!" And then Olga walked up to Barbara and asked her, "What are you willing to do for your precious daughter?" "W-What d-do you mean?" a perplexed Barbara asked. Suddenly, Olga took Barbara's head in her hands and forcefully kissed her on the lips. "STOP IT! W-What are you doing?" asked a stunned Barbara. "You're a very pretty woman – just like your daughter...every day I have your daughter kneel between my legs and I use her pretty mouth – I'm getting bored with her...you said you'd do anything for your daughter – would you trade places with her?" The look of shock and horror on Barbara's face elicited laughter from the couple. OH MY GOD!! MY SWEET BABY-GIRL IS BEING FORCED TO SERVICE THIS BULL-DYKE!! Oh my sweet baby – I'm so sorry.... Suddenly, Ivan spoke up: "Olga, dear – I'm not sure I want to—" "SHUT-UP, IVAN!" Olga shouted at the man. "We're both tired of that cunt you married – wouldn't it be fun to have her Mommy take care of our needs?" Barbara saw Ivan's mood change; he smiled at the idea. That was three-months ago. They came to an agreement that Barbara would spend a long weekend with them doing whatever they wanted. Ivan granted Bonnie the divorce. However, unbeknownst to Barbara, every sex act she performed for the couple had been video-taped, and they used the tape against her. She was now at their beck-and-call whenever the mood struck them. When she glanced again at her watch and saw it was 5 o'clock she felt nauseous and dizzy. Her hands began to tremble and tears welled in her eyes. She knew what she had to do. She slowly made the death-march to her car then drove straight to hell. Bonnie took one last look in the mirror before she made her way to the basement. On the top of the steps she took a huge gulp of air to calm her nerves then slowly walked down the stairs. When she turned the corner she saw Billy sitting at his computer. His angelic face looked at her through his big, blue eyes of innocence. She felt her heart melt with love. The incident over her underwear was minor and trivial. They had always had a close relationship, and now she needed him more than ever. She was scared to death he might reject her, and she knew she wasn't strong enough to handle his rejection. "Hi, Boo – whatcha doin'?" she asked flirtatiously. She didn't give him a chance to respond. She immediately un-cinched the belt on her robe and it slid off her creamy shoulders. She stood before him in her lacy pink bra and diaphanous panties. In a weak and timid voice she nervously said: "I need you, Boo - would you like to be with me?"