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Growing Up

By: johnnys123



I grew up in a very non-traditional home. During my impressionable years, I spent most of my time with and around somewhat religious people. They worked hard, paid their taxes and bills and basically did nothing more that the usual work, home routine 5 days a week. Most of the other kids my age were avid churchgoers with their parents. I mainly tagged along to church each Sunday to get a glimpse at the girls there. I was quite the looker or so I had been told by different girlfriends that I had had in my eighteen years on this planet. 

Soon, Dad went to work one day and never came back. It was eerie, one-day, the loving father and husband, the next a memory. Dad was a middle-aged man in his late forties. He was not a very well built man; he had a pudgy stomach and thinning hair. I do miss him much. Mom on the other hand was a well-built woman, she was very moody and bitchy most of the time, but it was due to dad antagonizing her constantly. Mom stood almost six feet tall and weighed about one hundred and fifty pounds. Her long blonde hair hung to just below her shoulder blades. She was indeed lovely. Her breasts were very large and heavy. She never seemed to notice even the deacons and elders of the church staring at her body on Sunday mornings. That's just how mom was. I could always tell her mind was a million miles away from the usual Sunday sermons after dad left. She never went anywhere but to work, the store and to church and after about three months, church went also.

A few weeks later mom and her computer concocted some type of home business where she processed medical claims for local doctors offices. To my knowledge in this small of a town, she was the only one doing it. Business was so plentiful that I found mom working into all hours of the night. She'd sleep till noon, shower, eat and go right back to the computer. Anymore it seemed like we barley spoke to one another. Days turned into weeks and weeks to months as mom casually slipped to avid church lady to a beautiful hermit. Soon, she wouldn't even leave the house. I had to go to the store and get groceries, cook dinners and often serve them to her at the computer. Soon I found mom wearing the same nightshirt all day long day after day. After a week I knew I had to say something to mom about this.

I walked into mom's room on Monday afternoon; the house was silent except for the constant clicking on the keyboard. She looked up over her reading glasses at me and said "Yes dear, what can I do for you." She stopped typing and began ruffling papers. I grabbed a chair and sat down facing her. She slid away from the keyboard and leaned back in her chair to stretch a bit. Her nightshirt was white and barley covered her thighs. I could easily see the crotch of her white panties. I was aroused but did not know why. I returned my gaze to meet her eyes and said "Mom, I have to talk to you about something. I think it's important and I don't want you getting mad at me. I'm just concerned." Mom took off her reading glasses and laid them on the table and said, "What is it dear?" I swallowed hard and said "Well mom, it's just that I've noticed that you've worn that shirt every day this week and I was wondering if you'd been so wrapped up in your work that you've forgotten to change. Mom you barley leave this room. I've bought you meals and prepared them as well as washed all the dishes for three weeks now. This is not like you mom. What's going on?"

Mom stood up and said "Honey, I guess your right, I do look a mess. To be quite honest with you, I could use a hot shower and a few hours away from this computer, It's so addicting, I've made over three thousand dollars this month. That's three times more than we're accustomed to. I'm sorry dear I didn't realize that I was doing it this badly. I have to admit that if not for the clock on my computer, I'd have a hard time knowing what day it was. I gently reach down and tugged mom's hand and said "Come on. Let's go to the kitchen and get a bite to eat, you can help me." 

Mom smiled at me and allowed me to hold onto her hand until we got to the kitchen. I released her hand and stood back against the counter. Mom fired up a cigarette and leaned against the refrigerator and said, "Let's not cook. Let's order out. Want to?" I smiled and said, "I guess, that'll save us a mess to clean up and give us more time to talk." Mom picked up the phone and said "How about Pizza, Chinese, Tai, or what?"

For the first time, I sensed a stirring in my cock as I looked at her holding the phone leaned against the refrigerator. Her white thigh length nightshirt rode above her knee as she perched on one leg, allowing the other to seductively rub the front of her other leg. I suppose she did this subconsciously. Somewhere deep inside me, I was wishing that she wasn't. Mom was gorgeous. I knew I shouldn't be thinking about my own mother like this, but I just could not help myself. I hadn't had the pleasure of a woman's company in at least a year, since high school.

I tried vainly not to stare, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I don't know if it was the light or just the way she stood there, but her breasts seemed larger than ever. I snapped out of my comatose state of forbidden fantasies as mom said "Hello! What do you want to eat?" I said, "You decide, I can eat anything." Mom turned around and walked to the living room. Her nightshirt just barley covered the cheeks of her ass. I wished so badly that she'd drop something. Still she walked away and turned and sat on the couch and began dialing the phone. 

She after all, had ordered pizza. She put the phone down and said, "Alright, tell you what. I'm going to go shower, you set the table and grab a twenty from off my desk and pay for the pizza and I'll be out shortly and we can do a months worth of catching up tonight." I readily agreed and hastily set the dinner table as I heard the shower come to life in the bathroom. My chores that she'd given me had only taken five minutes as I strolled to her bedroom and found myself rubbing the cushion of her chair. I leaned down and sniffed it. I could faintly make out her smell. This was insane I thought to myself as I returned to the desk and grabbed a crisp twenty-dollar bill lying there. I returned to the living room.

Mom came from the bathroom wearing only a towel as she approached me. She sat down on the couch beside me and grabbed her drink and said, "So, what's been going on with you these days?" I didn't know how to respond. I simply said, "Well, I've been looking for a girlfriend. No luck mind you and I must say mom that the urges are beginning to get to be more than I can handle." I dropped my head in disbelief, that I'd told my own mother this. I was ashamed of myself, but did feel better now that this was all off my chest.

Mom sat there for long minutes pondering what I'd said. She sipped her drink and stared out the window as she spoke. "Hon, I never really thought of you as a man with a mans needs until now, I know that your eighteen years old and by the way I've been dressing around you lately, I never thought of how it might be affecting you." She stopped and sipped her drink while we sat in silence, then she stood and walked to the kitchen counter and said, "Do you masturbate?" 

I was shocked that mom would ask me such a thing. I told her yes that I did, but it was not the same. She readily agreed. Mom said, "Well honey what should we do about it? I do have some friends of mine who are a little on the wild side, but I don't know if they'd relieve your urges, just for the sake of relief." I pleaded with mom, that I didn't want that. I couldn't handle rejection from a woman right now, since my last horrible break up with a girl. I stood and walked towards mom. Her eyes immediately glued themselves to my crotch. I'd gotten up without thinking and all the while I was sporting a massive erection. I quickly placed my hand over my cock forcing it to lay against my leg. Mom said, "It's ok honey, you don't have to hide it. I understand." 

I stopped forcing it down and simply stood there; I didn't quite know what to do. My shorts were very tight and confining. Mom said, "You do know that you don't have to put yourself through that kind of torture honey. I've seen you nude before as a little boy, what could be different now. I know those shorts hurt you honey, just go to your room, put on a long shirt that comes to your thighs and be a little free. You've been way too uptight these last few weeks. But you've got to promise me that what we discuss and what goes on behind this door, is not to be heard by your friends is that understood?" Mom stood there with a stern look on her face. I nodded yes. She said, "Now go do it." I turned and went to my room a feeling of excitement ran through me. I tore through my closet.

Moments later I emerged with only empty hands. I had nothing that long. I called out "Mom!" She replied, "Just a second let me pay for the pizza and I'll be right there!" I heard the door close and heard mom's footsteps approaching. She entered my room still wearing her towel. She said "What is it hon?" I said, "Mom, I don't have a shirt that long. What should I wear?" Mom brushed past me and stood before my open closet and began rifling through my clothes. She fretted a bit and came to the same conclusion that I had. 

There was noting like that in my closet. Mom turned towards me and said, "Listen dear, I'll give you an option to explore and if you don't like it, you don't have to do it. This is strictly voluntary." I replied, "What is it?" Mom said "Well, I guess you could just lose the shorts altogether if you'd like. I mean after all I am your mother and I have seen it a time or two. I mean your eighteen now and I after all am a grown woman capable of understanding your point of view, so it's up to you, I won't feel uncomfortable at all." With that said, mom left my room and said as she walked away "Pizza's getting cold hurry up please." I stood and pondered what to do. One part of me told me to deal with it and keep my shorts on and the other part of me told me to be free, I had parental permission, so go for it.

I stood before my full-length mirror and eased down my boxers and let them fall to my ankles, my erection was still at full mast and aching. I then realized that I had often shaved myself down there and was feeling a bit insecure about it. Still I forced myself to walk into the hallway and down towards the kitchen. I rounded the corner to find mom seated on the couch with a plate of pizza. I quickly grabbed a couple of slices and a drink and sat down on the far end of the couch away from her. I felt nauseous. I got my first bite as mom said, "Does that feel better now?" 

I said, "Yes, thank you. I appreciate you being so understanding." 

Mom smiled and said, "So formal now, aren't we?" I smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I'm just nervous."

"About what?" was her reply, "Because your naked in front of dear old mom right?" Again I smiled and replied, "It's just so new to me that's all. Are you really sure that your cool with this mom, I mean after all I do get frequent erections and sometimes have to take care of business if you know what I mean." I'd done it again, offered her too much information, but somehow it felt so right being able to tell her these things.

She had finished her plate and stood to take them to the sink. She didn't answer right away. She ran the sink full of water and said, "Ok, here's the deal. If you take care of business as you call it, then all I ask is you don't hide it, and you clean up any mess you make is that perfectly clear?" I simply nodded. She continued. Now as you know and I think your old enough to know this, but I'm a grown woman with a grown woman's needs, I much like yourself masturbate from time to time and you know we've always believed in open doors in our home, so let's give a trial run shall we. If you feel the need to do yourself, by all means wherever you are, just do it. Don't run and hide in your room, and I'll do the same. I mean after all we can control this, after all we're both adults." 

I couldn't believe what mom had just said I had to sit for a few minutes and let it sink in. Mom again spoke, "Honey what would you think if I just dropped this towel and went around nude like yourself, could you handle it? Or would it be too much for you?" I looked up at her and stood to bring my plate to her. I handed my plate off to mom and as I turned my stiff cock rubbed her bare leg. She cleared her throat and returned to the dishes. I realized what I'd done and I quickly apologized to mom. She of course didn't think I'd done anything wrong. I leaned against the refrigerator much like she'd done earlier and I said, "No, it wouldn't be too much. I mean after all mom you are beautiful and sexy, funny, smart and just an all around great person. So if you got nude with me it wouldn't bother me. 

She said, "You don't know how long I've waited for us to have this conversation. You see, I've always hated clothes, hell, there were many times on Sunday mornings, I'd get up and go to the bathroom in church just to remove my bra and panties so I could move a little easier. I've always stayed dressed around the house, because I didn't' want you to feel uncomfortable. I was brought up to believe that the human body is a beautiful thing and should not be looked upon as being dirty or anything like that. That's how your father and I raised you. So I know that you know what I'm talking about." I nodded agreement. Mom finished up the dishes and turned around and said "I know your wondering what I think about your dick, and I think it's a lot bigger than your fathers and a very nice specimen if I do say so myself." With that she lit a cigarette and inhaled it deeply and said "Truth time I guess." She reach up to her cleavage where she had the towel bunched up into a makeshift knot and pulled it quickly.

My heart stopped as I saw my mother's full frontal nudity for the first time in my life. I was awestruck at the magnificence of her body. She was so much like a goddess. I couldn't speak. All I could do was stare." Finally when my eyes met hers, she said "So what do you think of old mom now?" I managed to say "My God!" She said, "Is that good or bad?" I said, "Oh, it's good mom, it's good believe me. You're the most beautiful creature that God could have ever put on this earth!" 

Mom blushed and smiled and said, "That's so sweet!" She walked towards me and gave me a full frontal hug. I was in heaven. Her huge breast pressed firmly into my upper chest/neck area. I felt my hard cock pressing against my stomach and her stomach. She held the hug for a good two minutes while I rubbed her back as she did mine. Finally we released. She took a step back and said "That things really hot!" Trying to ease the sexual tension between us. I cut her a coy smile and said "Yes, that made it a lot hotter." Mom laughed as she walked past me. I watched her ass jiggle up and down and I knew if I ever needed to cum, now was the time, but somehow I wanted to wait.

I followed her back to the living room where we again sat on the couch in our former seats. She leaned back and stretched and smiled. I sat there with my legs open facing her. My throbbing erection was just begging for attention. Mom said "You sure don't make it easy on a girl do you?" I said "What?" She said "Is it always hard?" I replied "Yhea, most all the time." Mom let out a loud breath and said "Honey after all I'm only human and if I keep looking at that thing, my hormones are gonna be bothering me too. I mean it's been a very long time since I've seen, touched or dare should I say tasted one." I almost lost it right then. I couldn't believe that mom just admitted she sucked cock. Mom continued by complimenting my on the size of my balls and my masculinity compared to dad's lack of it. She rambled on and on for a few minutes and finally she stopped and a strange hush fell over the entire house. 

I simply stretched out a bit and got comfortable and decided that I needed to go now! I began stroking my cock openly as my other hand cupped and rubbed my large heavy nut sac. I engrossed myself in this for a few minutes and quickly eyed mom who was watching me with a very different look in her eye. She was subconsciously pinching her left nipple a bit as she watched. I continued on. She opened her legs a bit and would give herself a rub on the clit now and again. I knew if I could hold out, maybe she wouldn't.

Mom stood and walked to the bedroom as I heard her going through her dresser drawer. She came back carrying a bottle of lube and her vibrator. It was just a standard five-inch vibrator, nothing abnormal about that. She sat down next to me this time and opened her legs and turned the vibrator on and gently touched her clit with it. Her pussy was tight, I could tell. Her pussy lips did not sag at all they were drawn up close to her body. Her clit was huge and swollen. She pushed the vibrator all the way inside her pussy until it disappeared. She concentrated on her clit only. Soon the toy had worked its way out and fell to the floor humming as mom gyrated her hips as she worked her clit. I stroked steadily on my ten-inch cock engrossed in mom's self pleasure. She turned on the couch and placed her feet on my shoulders, with her legs spread apart and nearing orgasm. Her eyes closed as her feet touched my cheek and she ran her toes through my hair. I looked directly at her vacant pussy. I touched her knee and said "Mom can I help?" Mom did not answer. I gently slid my hand down her smooth thigh. Still no resistance. I pressed on. I slid my hand down to her shaven patch and waited for a smack on the hand, it never came. I gently let my hand touch hers. She moved it aside without opening her eyes. I for the first time felt the fleshy lips that I'd emerged from some eighteen years later. Looking at her, although she was my mother, right now she was a woman with needs and I wanted deeply to help her with those needs. I extended my middle finger and gently pushed it inside her. She gasped for air and her breaths became increasingly shallow. I hastened my pace in and out, in and out faster and faster until she bucked and almost rolled off the couch. I let my other hand fall below the first one and gently tickled her tight pink asshole. She said "Oh God, I'm gonna cum!" With that, juices rolled from her hot pussy. I stopped and removed my finger and hands from mom's body and sat silent. She lay there spent for a few minutes and opened her eyes and said, "You do know that was wrong don't you?" I said "Why, I love you and I don't see it that way, you had needs and I wanted to help you with them, and if that's wrong, then so be it. I'll be wrong, I don't care about right or wrong when I'm with you mom, I just know what I can do for you and make you happy, because you deserve it after all you've been through." Mom's scolding look disappeared almost immediately as my words trailed off and I sat with my head bowed, my cock hard and my needs unanswered.

Mom sat up and smiled and said, "It felt wonderful though. I appreciate it. Honey what if someone found out about this?" I said, "What could they do? I'm eighteen you're grown up too, so what could they do and after all mom I'm not a blabbermouth. I am discrete. Mom smiled as she looked down at my cock still hard and said "I know what you need." She leaned over and grabbed her lube and ran a large pile of it between her massive breasts. She pressed her breasts together as she lay on her back and said "Have at it sport." I didn't have to be told twice. I straddled her midsection keeping my weight on my left knee and my right foot on the floor. I eased my cock between her tits. I slowly slid in and out of her soft skin. My pace quickened moments later. I felt mom's hand cupping and rubbing my balls. 


Growing Up



Suddenly it hit me. I muttered "I'm cumming!" My balls tightened. I began to loose my load between mother's tits. Spurts of cum splashed up on her chin and lips and I forced harder and harder to get in her mouth. Still to no avail. Soon, my balls were empty and my cock was flaccid again. I got off of mom and sat down spent and sleepy. Mom sat up. Cum ran down her stomach and her thighs. She needed a shower, and some freshening up, but damned if I was going to say anything. I liked her just the way she was.



Growing Up



My brother, sister, and I were triplets, raised by our ailing Grandmother in Kansas City Missouri. Grandmother was never very good at showing her emotions and instead of telling or showing us she loved us would do it with gifts. We had everything that any child could want or need growing up except for the talks of sex that our friends at school had said they had gotten. When we'd ask our Grandmother about it she would wave her hand in the air and tell us that we'd find out soon enough and not to bother her with silly little questions. We dropped the subject all together and focused on our schoolwork. So, as we matured into young adults we had no idea what sex was and because of our Grandmother's raving, we never found out and grew up innocent and naive. 

Two days after our 18th birthday our Grandmother passed on, it was no surprise she had been ill for most of our lives. After her death we had to leave the house, Grandmother still had a mortgage on it and there was no way we could afford it. The money that she should have set back or put into life insurance she had used to buy us the presents that she had always bestowed upon us. There was nothing for us after she passed except for a few antiques and her jewelry, which we had to hide away so the state would not take them. We were given two weeks to pack everything that was ours and move. We all three had part time jobs and knew we had enough money to get a small apartment. We said our sad farewells to the house that we grew up in and moved into a one-bedroom apartment that had a hide away bed in the couch for our brother to sleep on while my sister and I took the bedroom. 

After being on our own we had a hard time the things that were handed to us before we had to buy ourselves now. We barely had enough money for bills, food, and everything else and would fight constantly over who would pay what bill or even who would clean the kitchen that night. We gave up our dreams of college to get full time jobs so that we could stay in the apartment that we were about to lose. Everything that we had taken from the house that was our Grandmothers we ended up having to hawk off to come up with the money we needed to survive. 

A year passed and we grew further apart, my sister and I would come home from our jobs and see our brother, Bobby, sitting on the couch making out with one girl or the other. This always made us uneasy for we still knew nothing about sex and seeing him there his arms wrapped tightly around some girl's waist frightened us a little. We had asked him several times not to bring the girls home but he never listened and this always ensued a fight after she was gone. After our bout was over Maria and I would lay in bed talking about what it would be like to actually have a boyfriend to do those things with and with in a couple of months she had herself a boyfriend. She'd never talk about what they'd do with one another and this bothered me, I'd ask her things about him and she would just brush me off. I hadn't found a man that I liked and had always been more of a tease than anything else. Shortly after she began to go out with him she ended it. 

I remember the night like it was yesterday. I had come home from work to find the apartment dark, I knew Maria got home before I did and figured that she was out again with her boyfriend. I headed to our bedroom to change, I can never stand to keep on my work clothes after I was home. When I walked into our bedroom I saw Maria lying on the bed crying. I shed my clothes quickly and told her to hold on while I got on my pjs, this made her cry harder. I didn't want to keep her in the state that she was in, so I forgot about the clothes and went over to sit down on the bed with her. 

I propped my back against my pillows and she came and lay in between my legs with her head on my breasts. I held her there tightly to me as I listened to her tell me how her and Bobby had gotten into a huge fight. It was all over her boyfriend and how Bobby warned her that she had better not be fucking him or he'd kick his ass and hers and how he had just stormed out of the apartment without explanation. 

She looked at me with her big blue doe eyes, so much confusion and hurt was in them and I felt so sorry for her. She told me how she didn't understand his anger and how hurt she had been and still was. All I could tell her was that I'd speak to him when he came home and see what was going on. She moved up and kissed my lips, something we hadn't done since we were young. This small kiss and the realization that we were both naked stirred feelings in my stomach that I had never felt before. My clit began to throb and my juices began to flow. I could tell by the flush in her face that she had been effected the same way. She kissed me again with more urgency and passion then before and I returned the kiss. I slid down on the bed until I was lying flat and she was completely on top of me. I spread my legs further apart as she straddled them with hers. She began to move grinding our clits together, this sent so many new sensations through my body that my head began to spin from it. I loved to feel her pussy rubbing slowly over mine but the guilt of what we were doing crept into my head. It was wrong to do this but I couldn't stop it. 

As she fucked me she told me her and her boyfriend had never done anything together. She had never wanted to and the only time she grew horny was in Bobby's presence or mine. Hearing this made my desire grow for her and I confessed that this was the first time I had done anything sexual also. 

She sat completely up then and I looked at her, I saw her for the first time as a grown woman. She was beautiful, though we were triplets we didn't really look anything a like aside from the features most siblings have to let people know that they are related. Her hair was black, as mine is a dark auburn; her skin was darker in color, her lips a little smaller, her nose a little narrower. Her body was a pear shape with a small bust line and big round hips as mine was more of an hour glass figure. Though her tits were small they were pretty with large dark nipples that were at the moment so hard that they stood inches away from their base. The more I looked at her the hotter I grew, I felt a sensation hit my body that left me almost paralyzed, I was cumming for the first time in my life. My body tensed then started to shake uncontrollably. I felt the release of my cream and began to yell out how good she was making me feel and to go faster and harder. She started to cum then and grabbed on to my tits as her own orgasm hit her. I felt the flow of her juices mingle with my own and my orgasm intensified with it. As we started to calm down she bent down and kissed me again. She rolled off of me and we both started to giggle, we both agreed that we needed to change the sheets, we had soaked them. 

We had just got done making the bed when we heard the door open and slam shut, Bobby was back. Maria started to quiver again and I reassured her everything was alright, I threw on a tee shirt and went to speak to him. He had already pulled put the bed and was lying there in his boxers. I sat down on the bed and began to question him on the earlier events that had taken place and why he had been so mean to Maria. He looked at me with bloodshot eyes, from crying himself and his high almost boyish voice said to me "Jessi, you want to know why I was so hard on that girl?" I nodded my head and he took my hand and placed it on his cock. I jumped and tried to pull back from him but he was to strong. He forcefully kept my hand there and began to speak. "You feel that Jess?" I've always hated to be called by that name and winced at the fact that he would use it. I stared at him, tears starting to well up in my eyes as I fought to get my hand back. With his own voice trembling and his eyes filling with tears themselves he said, "That's what you both do to me! No matter how many girls I fuck, I can't get you or Maria out of my head. The reason I went off was because when I walked through the door today she was parading around here half-naked and he was here! The thought of her fucking someone else angered me and I chased him out and started yelling at her, I didn't mean to but I couldn't help it. I know she didn't understand my rage and I had to leave before I did something I regretted." I stared at him amazed and quite fighting for my hand. I couldn't tell him anything that had just happened between Maria and me now or ever. I felt afraid yet intrigued by him, I asked what he would have done if he hadn't had left. He looked at me tired, sad, and confused himself and said, "Jessica, I honestly don't know, I probably would have taken her against her will and I don't ever want to do that." I looked down at the hand he was still holding to his dick and said nothing more to him. We sat there for awhile in silence both of us staring off into space. 

I was confused, I had just gotten done fucking Maria and now Bobby was telling me that he had desires for both of us. I didn't know what to do, should I tell him, give him what he wanted, or leave it be and just go to bed. I decided to not tell him and asked for my hand back. He looked at me embarrassed as though he had forgotten it was there and released it back to me. I stood up, kissed his forehead, bid him a good night, and went back into bedroom. As I lay down, I told Maria everything Bobby had said to me. She began to cry again and told me that she would have let him fuck her. I sighed and told her that he didn't know that and not to fuss over it now. She came and lay in my arms and we both fell asleep.

Another year passed and we moved out of our little apartment to a three-bedroom town house. Things had gotten weird with our brother. We both knew his desire but were unwillingly to give it to him, we had both stopped talking to him and always made sure we were fully clothed when he was around. We noticed the way he would look at us now and we were always uneasy in his presence. I was not sure why, Maria and I had never quite being intimate with each other so I knew it wasn't because we were related. I put it off for him being a man and figured that was the reason Maria and I were scared. We weren't sure exactly how to have sex with a man and really didn't want to find out anytime soon. 

One night shortly after we moved in Maria came into my room, she lay down in the bed and immediately began to rub my clit. We wouldn't have time anymore to start slowly and drive each other wild. I did the same rubbing her cunt fast and hard. After we had both came quickly she moved down and placed her tongue on my clit. I moved and told her that we wouldn't have time to do it this way, we'd have to bring each other off at the same time so that Bobby wouldn't get suspicious. She wasn't happy with having to hurry things along but moved and mounted me in a 69 position. I began to lap at her cunt as she did mine both moving our tongues quickly over the other's clit, I placed two fingers inside her and fucked her as I licked. Her cream began to wet my face as she started to cum. She buried her face deeper into my cunt to keep from yelling out. After we both had cum and cleaned up she left my room, telling me as she went how she couldn't wait for this weekend because Bobby would be gone and we'd have more time. I smiled and told her I was thinking the same thing. I heard the door to her bedroom close and I turned over to go to sleep. 

Just then my door flew opened and I jumped up. When I saw Bobby there I tried to cover myself best I could with my blanket but he had already seen my naked body. He came to me; his face already flushed with desire for the little he had seen. He sat on the bed and smiled down at me. I looked up at him and asked him what he wanted. As he began to talk I study his face. He was a very handsome young man. His hair was the same deep auburn color of mine and he had always worn it long, it came down to his shoulders where it would curl up a little. His eyes were a brilliant green and had the same slight slant as mine. He had a strong jaw line and a sly smile that could be compared to the Cheshire Cat in Alice in Wonderland. His skin had the same fairness as mine but unlike me he had no freckles to off set the paleness. He was also a lot taller then Maria and me he stood around six-foot as Maria and I only stood around five foot tall. His body was muscular from working as a laborer since we had moved out. As I stared at him he said, "nothing, I couldn't sleep so I came in here to talk." "Oh? And what is it you want to talk about?" I asked. "Well, I saw Maria leave your room looking mighty happy and I was just wondering what it was you guys were doing in here." I shrugged my shoulders and said, "nothing, just talking." "Really? Now, come on Jessi Lynne you know you can't lie to me, I can read you like a book." "Damn it Bobby! Why do you always call me by names I hate?" "Don't change the subject girl. What were you two doing in here?" He asked more commandingly this time. "I said nothing, Robert, now leave me alone!" With that he shoved his hand under the blanket. I tried to move away but he grabbed hold of my arm. He found my still very wet pussy and asked me again what we had been doing in here. I confessed to having fucked her, he jumped off the bed and went into a rage, yelling and screaming about how we had kept it from him and how he known we'd been doing it for along time. Surprised I asked him how he knew. "Because I've watched you two go at it and jacked off to my two sisters fucking each other!" I told him he had to calm down that I didn't want him waking up Maria and upsetting her. I patted at the spot on the bed that he had been sitting on and told him to come and sit by me again. I could only think of one way to calm him down and that was to give him what he had always wanted.

He came and sat still raving on about how unfair it was and how we had treated him like an outcast this whole time. I turned over letting the blanket fall revealing my breasts. He took one quick glance but never stopped yelling I brought my hand out, unzipped his jeans, and freeing his cock in one quick movement. I began to stroke him gently bringing him to a full erection. He finally quite his ranting and looked at me. He brought his hand down and stopped me. "Jessi, don't do this just to make me shut up. I've lived with the fact that you and Maria don't want me as your lover all this time and I'll still live with it now." "Oh shut up Bobby." I said as I moved myself down. 

I began to lick his cock, moving my tongue slowly around the tip, down the shaft to his balls, and back up again. I was not going to attempt to suck him but had an overwhelming desire to taste his dick. He gently lifted my head up and kissed me softly on the lips. He moved me to my back and gingerly kissed my neck, cheeks, and ears. I began to moan as I brought my hands to his back and gently rubbed it. He moved and I felt the head of his dick on my opening. He began to push his way in. My grip tightened around his shoulders as I felt his organ moving into my tight cunt. He whispered it was okay, that the pain would subside, and to not worry. Once the full length of his dick was in, he waited not moving letting me get used to it. When he began to move I was in a world of pleasure and pain. He moved slowly bringing himself almost completely out then slowly guiding it back in deep, letting it stay there for a minute before moving again. My moans got louder as I felt his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. He covered my mouth telling me to be quieter so that Maria would not wake up. He brought his hands to my shoulders and in one quick movement rolled over so that I was on top of him. I sat up and began to rock back and forth on his dick. His hands came to my tits and he began to gently play with them as I fucked him. I began to cum and threw my head back laughing as the waves of my orgasm passed through my body. As the walls of my cunt tightened around my brothers cock he let out a low moan and his grip on my tits got tighter. He told me he was going to cum. He moved his hands to my hips lifting me up making me bounce back down hard on his cock. When he came he pulled out spewing his spunk all over my pussy. He moved me off of him and I lay beside him. He got up getting a towel from my hamper and cleaned me off. 

As he lay back down and wrapped his arms tightly around me. We lay there not speaking for a while, then he moved and kissed my forehead. He lifted my face up and asked, "why'd you let that happen?" Was it just to get me to quite yelling at you or did you really want it?" "I've always wanted it Bobby, I just didn't know how to go about it." "And what about Maria? She want it too?" An anger grew in me then with the question that he asked, I began to yell, "See Bobby, this is why I never brought it up before! You always ask what about Maria, how would Maria feel? Who gives a flying fuck! Did you think of Maria while I was fucking you? You like her better don't you?" "No no Jessica! That's not what I meant. Listen to me now girl." I looked at him tears swelling in my eyes. I couldn't believe that he'd ask about our sister after I just let him have sex with me. I was hurt and angry and really didn't want to listen to him at all. I just wanted him to leave. He looked at me and gave me a weak smile and said, "The reason I asked was because you know that I've wanted her just as much as I wanted you. I thought that since we have just been together and you and Maria have too that we could all do it together. I didn't mean to hurt you. I don't like her more then I like you and fuck no I wasn't thinking about her while I had you on my cock. All I could think of was what a pretty little thing you were and how much I love you. Not once did Maria cross my mind and to tell you the truth I've always thought you were more beautiful then her anyway. You have a much better body." I smiled and nodded at him. 

He began to kiss my lips moving down to take each one of my nipples into his mouth and began to lick and nibble at them gently. I started to moan and moved my hands to his head. He moved down further kissing my belly. When he reached my pussy he gently licked my clit stirring my desire again. He stayed there for only a minute before turning me over onto my stomach. He climbed on top of me and entered my cunt. He fucked me much harder then before slamming his cock into me. As another orgasm rocked my body I had to bury my head into the pillow to keep from yelling out. I felt him thrust one more time before he pulled out his cum squirting all over my ass and back. Again after he was done he got the towel and wiped me clean. He stayed standing and bent down to kiss my head. He told me good night and left the room. I lay there exhausted from pleasing him and Maria. I fell asleep quickly with the night's events still dancing in my head. 

So it went on like this night after night for two weeks. Maria and I would be together, though I did tell her we could slow down and not rush anymore, I was glad she didn't ask why. Then Bobby would come in and we would fuck two or three times before he would leave to go back into his own room. I really wanted to tell Maria. Doing it this way was wearing me down and I thought Bobby's idea would be better. We could all just be together. Bobby begged me not to tell her. He told me that he didn't think she'd understand and he wouldn't listen to me at all when I told him that she would. 

One day not long after my pleas to Bobby to tell Maria she came running in the house Bobby following shortly after. "Guess what I just did?" She said excitedly. By the look on Bobby's face I already knew but not wanting to spoil her fun asked her what it was. "Me and Bobby just fucked!" He told me all about the two of you. I can't believe you kept it quite from me but I told him that I wanted it too and so we did!" Maria had never really grown out of being over enthusiastic, a quality that a lot of people said was cute but with her already high pitched voice I always found annoying. For some reason I felt hurt that he had gone to her eventhough I had begged him to. I just smiled and said that was great, I was glad I didn't have to keep it bottled up, and we could now share our horny brother between us. I turned around and went upstairs to my room closing the door behind me. I didn't know why I felt so sad over the fact that Maria and him had been together. I was the one who told him to tell but now he wouldn't be all mine. He'd have Maria to go to also and he wouldn't need me as much. I heard a small knock on the door and Bobby walked in. "What's wrong?" he asked a little confusion in his voice. "Nothing, I was on my way up here when you two walked in so after Maria told me what she had to tell me I came up here." "Why do you try to lie to me girl? Are you mad that I fucked her? You told me to." "I know I did and I'm glad you and her finally got what you both wanted. Now, I can rest." I said jokingly. "Well, I don't know about resting I'll still want you just as much sis." He said smiling. I laughed and told him to leave I wanted to take a nap. He came to me and pulled me towards him. "I mean it Jessi I still want you more then Maria and I'll have you just as much." He kissed me deeply and left the room. I couldn't help but still feel hurt and I didn't really know why. Bobby was my brother for Godsake and I shouldn't have any feelings for him outside of sisterly love. I lay down on my bed and tried to take the nap I had planned to in the first place. I tossed and turned and finally after an hour gave up. I decided to eat something and went to the stairs to make my decent to the kitchen. 




Growing Up



The way the town house was built you could see the living room from the top of the stairs and as I stood there I thought that it would have been better to have just stayed in bed. On the couch were Maria and Bobby. Maria was naked and bouncing up and down on Bobby's lap. I knew that they could only be doing one thing in that position and it made my stomach turn. I watched as Bobby brought his hands up to Maria's tits and grabbed hold of them as she happily fucked him. She had a smile on her face that stretched ear to ear and was beginning to moan loudly. Though seeing this display sickened me I felt my juices begin to flow from my cunt. I was becoming horny watching these two go at it and as I stood there I began to rub my clit. I rubbed hard and fast wanting to cum with them and not get caught. I heard Bobby grunt and knew he was cumming. Our sister got up and placed his cock in her mouth swallowing down his spunk. I began to cum myself and my knees grew weak as the orgasm hit my body. I had to grab on to the railing of the stairs to keep from falling down them. Once I was through I licked my cream from my hand and went down the stairs. Maria had hurriedly put back on her dress as she heard me walking down. I went straight into the kitchen made myself a sandwich and sat down at the dining room table not talking or acknowledging the fact of what I had seen. I finished what I was eating and went back upstairs. I really didn't want to talk to them at all and I was glad they said nothing to me.

That night Maria came into my room as always and I welcomed her as I had always done. Soon after Bobby came in and I welcomed him too. We didn't talk afterwards he just left the room and I knew he went straight to Maria. I wasn't upset anymore about it and really was glad that I didn't have to perform for him as much as he had wanted me to before. It went on like this for months. We never fucked each other together like was the plan Bobby first had wanted. He shared his time between the both of us separately. It was about six months later that we had our first threesome together and things were never the same afterwards.

We had stayed in on a Saturday night and rented scary movies. We loved to watch them and get so scared that none of us could sleep that night. Maria and I took our favorite spot while watching and that was always on the floor in front of the TV. We were so engrossed in the film that neither one of us excepted what Bobby was about to do. He had this thing about attacking us right when the monster or murderer was about to jump out at its victims. He had climbed up on the couch and right as the axe came down he jumped off and landed right in the middle of us. We screamed our heads off for a minute before beginning to punch him and yell at him for scaring us. He laughed and started to tickle us both as we hit him. As we wrestled on the floor both our tee shirts rode up to reveal our naked bodies. 

Bobby stopped his playing and grabbed me, he took one of my nipples in his mouth and began to roll his tongue over it as his other hand went to Maria's pussy. We both began to moan at the same time. The hand that had been holding my back slid down to rub my pussy also as he moved his head back and forth to pay attention to both of my breasts. I looked over at Maria and she smiled at me. She brought her head closer and we began to kiss. Bobby moaned as he watch us fuck each other's mouths with our tongues.

He moved to take off his pants and then resumed his position on his back. Maria and I went down and began to lick and suck his cock. We took turns taking it deep into the back of our throats. While one of us was sucking his dick the other would go down and lick his balls. Moments into it he told us we had to stop or we'd make him cum. We began to suck him harder and faster as I'd take the head of his cock into my mouth Maria would stroke the rest. We felt him tense and knew he'd soon spew his jizm. Marie straddled him as I jacked him off and he exploded all over her cunt. 

When he was dry I came to Maria, laid her down and, licked her clean of our brother's sperm. I moved my tongue slowly over her pussy savoring the taste of her and Bobby mingled together. Watching me lick Maria made Bobby hard again and he came behind me. He slammed his rod deep inside my cunt and fucked me hard. As I began to cum my tongue worked feverishly over Maria's bud. Her hips lifted off the ground as she took her hands to bury my head deeper into her dripping sweet twat. Her body began to move with the rhythm of my tongue and she screamed out as her cream flowed into my mouth. She lifted my head when she was done and moved to kiss me as Bobby worked my pussy out with his cock. He fucked me a little longer before pulling out and going to Maria. 

She lay down on her back again and he shoved his organ inside her, fucking her with the same frenzy as he had me. I came up and straddled Maria's face. She brought her hands up to my hips and guided me down. As she began to eat me out, I watched Bobby move in and out of her plunging his dick into her depths then pulling almost completely out to plunge back in. Watching this made me so hot and I felt the stirrings of another orgasm beginning to creep into my body. Maria's muffled moans got louder as her tongue began to move faster over my cunt that was spewing its juices all over her pretty face. Bobby thrust into her one more time before he came. He pulled out and quickly brought his cock to my mouth. I took him deep into my throat as the first squirts of his spunk landed in my mouth. I swallowed all that I could while the rest seeped out between my lips and ran down my chin. After he took his dick from my mouth I moved and Maria cleaned the rest of his jizm off of me. We all got redressed and went to bed not saying a word to each other.

That was the last time any of us fucked. We remained close but never did any of us talk about what happened that night or before then. I think that night we all came to the conclusion that we had to move on with our lives. We couldn't keep up the fun and games with each other and expect to stay happy. Bobby was the first one to leave. He found a girl that he really liked and moved in with her. It was funny because she seemed to have qualities that matched mine and Maria's but I have never brought it up to him. Maria married a year later and now has three children. I am still single but play the field very chance I get. I think what happened between the three of us helped in ways and definitely damned us in others but I guess in that only time will tell.



Growing Up



Please enjoy this piece of fiction. I enjoyed writing this story to contrast the non-fiction "My Boobs!," which I hope you also read and enjoy.

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All guys like big breasts, but in the back of their minds, they know that down the road, the big girl will probably sag, and their backs will hurt, and it will be a hassle. But when I was a teenager, my big chest had me set. My favorite story is from back when I really didn't know what was going on (when I was 18 at the very beginning of my senior year of high school.) Back when I had no experience and wasn't too sure about how sexual I really was. It was a first step and one that I enjoyed

Harry and I had been flirting a lot on our first date, and I really liked him. We started to make-out in his back seat, and he felt my chest. I could feel his erection rise from it, and I suddenly I had a crazy idea. I pulled away from him, a smile on my face. I took off my shirt, then my 38D bra. He smiled like I had never seen anyone smile. His eyes felt every inch of my breasts, the dark ring around my darker and harder nipples, the tit-crack, the curving bottoms, the line from my shoulder to my breasts. He started to reach out, and I held up a hand.

"Wait, Harry."

"Holly, but I love you so much!"

Yeah right. Well, he'd get what he wanted, sort of. "Just wait, Harry. And watch the girls."

He had a questioning look on his face.

I pushed by shoulders together, squeezing my chest. "It's my name for my breasts, silly!" I smiled like it was true, leaving him to think that this was something most girls do. I opened my bag and took out baby oil and rubbed a lot over my hands. I looked up at him.

"Expecting a jerkoff, Harry?" 

He looked at me, trying to hide the fact that that answer was yes. "Whatever, Holly. This is great. You're beautiful."

I wasn't sure if I should trust him, but I knew I wanted so badly to continue. I looked at him once more, then looked down to my boobs. I rubbed the baby oil onto them, making them slick and warm. My nipples felt great--extra sensitive and not painfully erect. I looked up to Harry.

"Open your pants, Harry. Time for that jerkoff."

As he quickly complied, he asked excitedly, "Why did you--I mean what are you---"

"Harry," I said, sounding calm as anything. I certainly wasn't. I was as hot as he was, but girls can't show it, or want to release it. That's why all girls tend to masturbate secretly, and certainly never talk about it. When we do... well, that's another story. Anyway, Harry got his penis out as I explained. "Yes, Harry. You've been a good boy, and I like you very much. I'm going to masturbate you with these..." I played with my nipples, moving my breasts around a bit. "Are you ready?"

He smiled, and nodded. "Now I'll control this, Harry. You start groping or moving me or touching your penis, and I'm gonna leave. Okay?"

He nodded again. I put my hands on the insides of my breasts, and I pulled them back a bit. I moved forward, to his penis. When it touched my titties, I let go. They closed onto his dick, and my chest was a mass of warm, oily sexuality. I put my hands on his hips, and he instinctively leaned against the car door. We were all set. I started to move up and down, slowly. Then I sped up as I felt his penis respond, becoming harder. I started to moan as I jumped, not for him, but because I was enjoying myself so much.

His breathing soon became erratic. I knew that he would cum soon. I said, out of breath myself, "Tell me when-n you're g-going to come..." He nodded, and I kept pumping my body up and down so that my big titties could do their job. I was hot, both sexually and physically; I felt so erotic, so fuckable with my breasts joyfully burning with the friction.

Harry finally said, in a whisper, "I'm gonna cum, Holly." I waited a split second, then pushed my boobs together, enough to squeeze his penis and pinch me a bit. He came, and the first bit was a spurt, which shot up and hit my hair. I was flashed with eroticism, with how dirty and awful I was being. I loved it. I lowered my head to get more on it, only getting a few drops. I pulled back slowly, getting cum on my chest. I couldn't help it: I grinned with the way the warm stuff felt! I had an impulse to lick my hair and my breasts, but I thought against it. Eat cum? Not yet, not for a while. Maybe not ever. I took out some tissues from by bag and started to clean myself up. I looked at Harry.

"Happy, Harry?"

He was out of breath, his eyes closed. He looked at me. "Yes, Holly. It was great."

And so he kissed me, his penis happy and shrinking. I probably looked humiliated with my hair, cheek, and breasts streaked with his cum. But I was the happiest girl in the world. 



Growing Up



Ted was a nerd. He had always been a nerd. He was 5'10", 175 lbs, with longish dirty blond hair and brown eyes. He had a lanky build and really a handsome face, but he was so shy that those girls who saw through the nerdiness couldn't get his attention. He could have been a popular kid, except for his love of classical music and art, and a predisposition towards Dungeons & Dragons.

While the other guys were out on dates, Ted was sitting in a garage being a Dungeon Master, guiding his six friends through fantasy campaigns for marathon sessions lasting 24, 48 and a few times even 72 hours.

At 19, Ted was out of High School with a B average, and had begun going to community college and working graveyard at 7/11.

The group of gamers had shrunk to four, other than Ted. There was Max, also 19, who had helped found the group when both were 13. At 6'4" and 220 lbs, Max resembled a professional wrestler, but had the manner and heart of a poet.

Next was Jeff. Also a founding member, Jeff was 5'6", 275 lbs, and had the look of a happy old hobbit with a penchant for jelly donuts and Pepsi. Jeff was quiet and shy, a total Mama's boy, and in the opinion of the rest of the group, probably as queer as they come.

Then there was Ricky, who was 20. Ricky had joined them two years before, and though nobody could really stand him personally, he was a pretty good gamer. Ricky was 6'2", 200 lbs, and a gung-ho bodybuilder who planned to join the Marines but hadn't gotten around to it.

Last, there was Ron. Ron was the newest member, joining only a year before. Ron was 18, stood 6'3", weighed 235 lbs, and looked like an incredibly handsome actor playing Clark Kent. He was a devout Baptist, and didn't mind slipping in a little preaching to the conversation, but he was extremely intelligent and very friendly, and the group respected and admired him a great deal.

The four of them had gotten together and created an ad to attract new gamers to the group, since it was obvious that they had about exhausted every new idea they could come up with. The ads were placed in comic book and gaming stores four month before, but they hadn't gotten a single response until last Monday.

"Hello," Ted said when he answered the phone. He had just gotten home from work and was dog-tired. He craved sleep, but had two classes before he could rest.

"Hi," the female voice on the phone replied. "My name is Anne, and I'm calling about the gaming group I saw advertised at The Dungeon." Ted's heart skipped a beat, and he lost all thoughts of tiredness.

"Yeah, er," Ted began, searching for the right words that wouldn't scare her off. "We currently have four gamers, and we've been playing for about 6 years."

"I've been playing D&D for five years," Anne said. "I just moved here from Berkley, and I'd like to sit in on your next game and see what's going on."

Ted filled her in on the details of how to find Jeff's garage and told her the next meeting was the following Friday at six. He hung up the phone and stood shaking. It was the first girl he'd spoken to apart from work in over three months. He couldn't wait to see her and put a picture to that husky voice.

Wednesday night the group got together for a pizza to plan the new adventure, and Ted told them about Anne. He told them she had a really sexy voice, and he was sure she would be a real hottie. Ricky laughed and told the entire Pizza Hut that he was sure she was a total dog, and that she'd probably stink up the garage. Jeff just looked excited, and Max, as usual, kept quiet and mulled the matter over until the subject changed.

It was decided that they would begin a totally new adventure with new characters. Ted was appointed Game Master, since he had at least 20 different worlds created at any given time, and all of them would be exciting.

On Friday, they assembled at Jeff's garage and Ted began laying out the world so they could create their characters. Ricky decided to create a paladin; something he seemed to think was a novel idea, though nobody could remember his ever playing anything else. Ron chose a thief, Jeff his usual female elvish magic-user, and Max his normal ranger.

Ted smiled as he watched them rolling, carefully looking away when one of them quietly re-rolled a bad score. He looked up at a passing car and saw Anne walking up the driveway, slowly and uncomfortably.

Anne Henning was 18, 5'5" and 105 lbs. Her face was fresh and pretty. She had long brown hair and blue eyes, and had on glasses with thick black cats-eye frames. She wore blue jeans and a red "lumberjack" shirt, un-tucked and unbuttoned, with a white tank top underneath, and bright red sneakers. Though the numbers would have escaped their untrained eyes, her measurements were 34b-25-36.

Ted jumped up and jogged over to introduce himself and when she smiled his heart fluttered when he saw the way her eyes crinkled at the corners. He couldn't help but notice she wore no make-up, or that she didn't need any.

He brought her into the garage and introduced her to the guys. They fell all over themselves trying to be charming and witty, but Anne just smiled politely and repeated their names as she memorized them.

Seating her directly to his left, Ted walked her through creating her character, a female warrior. She took her rolls as they came, with no "fudging". All in all, her new character, Irina, was a pretty tough cookie.

Ted called the game together and began his narrative, introducing the characters to each other, and to his world. He swept them up in the complex social structure and the general political geography, the religious orders, and the current threats to the community. He swelled with pride that the guys kept their attention on him and seemed to be absorbing every detail, but he thrilled when he looked at Anne and saw her gently smiling at him, her soft, beautiful eyes never leaving his.

Ted introduced his adventure "hook" which the players familiar with his style immediately jumped on, and Anne followed their lead. They began their adventure and had two satisfactory battles before reaching the entrance to the dungeon they sought. Since it was almost eleven, Ted called the first break.

Max took food and drink orders from everybody then jumped in his car with Ricky at shotgun to go forage. Jeff tried to begin a charming and witty conversation with Anne, but only succeeded in making himself look like a complete and total horny nerd. Ron was polite to Anne, but cool in a strange way.

Ted got up and walked out to the alley and lit a cigarette. He stood next to a garbage dumpster and stared up at the stars.

"Got another one of those?" Anne said as she quietly walked up behind him.

Ted shook another from the pack and lit it for her. She took a long drag from it that glinted off the lenses of her glasses.

"Thanks."

"So, um, how do you like it here so far," Ted asked, clueless for anything substantial to say.

"It's pretty nice, I guess," she said, "but it's really kind of boring. I'm glad I found you guys because you run a really nice game. It makes me feel at home."

Ted beamed. "I'm glad you like it. I worked really hard on this one's politics, but only Max has a head for that stuff. Ricky's," – her nose wrinkled at the mention of his name – "a power-gamer, Jeff's a role-player, and Ron's a problem-solver." He paused a moment and continued, "I guess you could say that I-"

"You are a really cute and intelligent man who has like, totally no self-confidence – which is sad because if you did you'd be as charming and interesting as those NPCs you run."

"I-I, uh, thanks, really… I," Ted stammered, blushing furiously. Anne stepped in close to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"It's cold," she said as if to explain the closeness. Ted was thrilling to the experience, the warmth, the touch, it was all so over powering. He realized with horror that he was sporting a hard-on and could feel wetness on his thigh. Panicked, he tried to worm away.

"Listen Sport," Anne said without letting go, "If you're gonna push me away and run just because you've got wood for me, we're never going to get anywhere." Then she turned her face up and kissed him.

Ted felt electricity shoot through his body, as her warm, soft lips pressed against his. He couldn't believe he could feel how soft they were! She parted her lips slightly, and he did the same, eager to continue the sensation, and another wave rolled through him as he felt her soft, cool tongue touch his lips and run between them. He touched his tongue to hers and tightened his arms around her, letting the cigarette fall to the ground.

They heard Jeff call out from the garage, and she stopped kissing him and stepped back a little. She took his hand in hers (it seemed so small and fragile in his) and walked back to the garage, letting his hand go as they stepped inside.

Ted sat in his chair, his mind reeling from everything that had happened just seconds before, and tried to focus on his game. Anne just sat in her chair and stretched, which Ted noticed angrily that Jeff was watching intently.

The guys returned with the food and drinks and everyone settled down for the next chapter. They played on until about four, when Ron started getting cranky, and went over to the couch to grab a nap. Jeff made a show of offering a spare bed in his room to anyone who wanted it, then turned red when Ricky accepted. Max just sat staring at Ted and Anne, then said he was going to grab a nap in his car, and to wake him when they were ready to continue.

Anne stood and stretched again, then walked over to stand next to Ted's chair. He looked up into her eyes and smiled. He had never seen anyone so beautiful in his entire life. Not real, not in magazines, and not even on the internet. Anne pulled him around, making him turn his chair a bit, and got down on her knees in front of him. She reached up into his lap and with one finger, unsnapped his jeans.

Ted, silent so he didn't wake Ron, tried to wave her off, but she just stared up into his eyes and slowly unzipped his pants. He glanced down to see his underwear, his cock straining to be released from beneath them, and the multiple spots of wetness that shamed him. But Anne quietly slid the material down, and jumped a little when Ted's cock jumped straight up to attention. She ran her finger up the left side slowly, caressing each ridge and valley, over and through the thick pre-cum that slicked the tip, then down the right side just as slowly. A moan escaped Ted's lips, and he bit down to try to remain silent. Anne wrapped her tiny right hand around the base of his cock, then the left above it, and let her eyes go wide that there was still a good two inches showing above them.

Ted's hips began to jump, and he could feel his butt clenching and spasming uncontrollably. Everywhere she touched on his cock was like pleasant tingling through silk. He knew it sounded stupid, but that was the only way he could describe the feeling, even to himself. Anne sat up and leaned over his cock, and he let out a gasp as he felt her breath caressing the knob. Then he felt her tongue press against the underside of his cock, just below the knob, and her lips closed around the head. She began to slide down, taking more of him into her mouth, when Ted let out a shuddering gasp and felt the cum exploding from deep in his balls, rushing through his cock and erupting inside her mouth. Again and again the spasms wracked him, and gobs flew into her mouth. She sat back a little and looked up at him with a smile, and her eyes went wide as another load erupted from him. After waiting a few moments she pulled off of his cock and opened her mouth to say something, and still another white strand flew from his jumping, purple staff. It flew up and decorated her chin, cheek, and one side of her glasses.

Stifling a laugh, Anne licked the cum from his cock and belly, then pulled up her shirt tail and wiped her face and then cleaned her glasses. His cock now going soft, Ted yanked up his underwear and closed his pants.

Anne stood and took Ted by the hand. She led him into the house and down the hall to the bathroom. When the door was shut, she began to talk to him in a whisper.

"Ted, I'm a virgin. I've never seen a real dick before, and I was sure it would be pretty ugly, but I love your dick. I think it's wicked. I hope you liked what I did, and I hope I did it right. Was I okay?" Ted took her in his arms and kissed her hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth, tasting the traces of his own cum that remained there.

"Oh, Anne, you were fantastic! I promise I'll last longer next time, but oh man, you were absolutely amazing!" They kissed again, and for a long time. Ted let his hands wander over her clothes, feeling the soft, warm body underneath.

Anne stepped back and shrugged the shirt from her shoulders, took it off and let it fall to the floor. She was looking into his eyes, trying to gauge his reactions to her, and she was trembling. Crossing her arms, she took the hem of her tank top and pulled it up and off, letting it drop next to the shirt on the floor. She wore a plain white bra, and Ted stared fascinated at the lumps created by her hard nipples. Her skin was pale, and he let his eyes travel over her skin, her flat belly, the subtle ridges and valleys created by her ribs.

She reached behind her and unfastened her bra, then slowly brought her arms around to cover her breasts as she dropped her bra onto her tank. Reaching out, Ted took her hands and brought them to her sides, exposing the soft curves of her breasts, the pink, nickel-sized nipples tipped by swollen, hard nubs. He leaned his head down and took a nipple into his mouth and sucked gently on it. Anne brought her hands up and held his head, running her fingers through his hair. He ran his hands up her sides slowly, feeling her ribs, then breasts. He held them in his hands gently, weighing them, caressing them. He left her nipple and kissed her mouth, surprised by the passion with which she returned it. Her hands still in his hair, they kissed as he fondled her breasts.

She took her hands from his hair as they kissed and unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped them, and slid them down to her hips. He couldn't fight the curiosity and stepped back to watch. She slid her jeans down past her hips, and they fell to her ankles, exposing her white cotton bikini panties. He could see the curve of her pussy through them, and he noticed for the first time a musky smell that was sweet and arousing.

Ted dropped to his knees and untied her sneakers, then helped her take them off. He pulled away the jeans as she stepped out of them, then without even thinking about it, pulled the little ankle socks off too. He started to look up at her face, but found himself staring at the softly curved mound of her pussy. Without asking, or even thinking to ask, he took the waistband of her panties and slid them down her thighs and to the floor.

He stared at the tuft of brown curls, slicked in some spots by a creamy liquid. It occurred to him that she must have had a bikini wax to have such a small patch of hair. He explored the slit of her pussy with his eyes, and watched as the slit opened and exposed tender wet, pink flesh.

Ted leaned forward and kissed her pussy, sucking softly on the soft flesh, and Anne grabbed his head firm and held it there. He let his tongue slip into the crease and lick at the pink while he ran his hands up the back of her thighs and squeezed her firm round ass.

As he licked, he hit a nub and Anne moaned loudly before clamping her mouth shut. Realizing he had discovered the fabled "clit", he began to run his tongue over it again and again, at first softly, then harder. He winced as her grip tightened, pulling his hair, and began to alternate between twirling his tongue over her clit and running it down lower, lapping against her. His tongue found at the lowest point he could reach, a spot where it was wetter, and the wetness tasted heavenly. He wanted more, but just couldn't reach.

He stood, put his hands on her hips, and lifted her up, turning and setting her down on the edge of the counter. He then dropped to his knees again and began exploring her pussy again, this time letting his fingers spread her pussy open so he could see. He saw the entrance to her, and buried his face there so he could put his tongue as far into her as possible. Anne leaned back against the cold mirror and spread her legs wide.

As he licked and touched, Ted noticed her hips were starting to jump, just like his had. He imagined he was pleasing her just as much as she had him, and that felt really good.

"Stop, please," Anne whispered, and she leaned forward. "I feel like I'm on fire and if you keep doing that I don't know what will happen!" Ted stood and they kissed. They ran their hands over each other, and Anne pulled Ted's shirt up and off. She kissed his chest, his shoulders, and reached down and opened his pants. He quickly pushed his jeans and underwear down, freeing his cock, now just as hard as it had been before. Without a thought, he leaned his hips forward and pulled hers closer, putting the tip against her entrance.

"Be gentle, please," Anne moaned softly, and she leaned back against the mirror again. Ted began to press his cock into her, and his head swam with pleasure as it was squeezed by her, by the tightness of her virgin pussy. He pressed in again, and ran into something. Something that apparently hurt Anne. She let out a gasp, placed her hands on his shoulders, and hissed at him, "Don't stop!"

He pressed harder, and there was a "pop". Anne squeaked and bit her lip, a tear rolled down her cheek. He slid more of his cock into her then, until he was almost completely inside her. He could feel the muscles inside her grasping and massaging his cock, and the feelings became more and more intense. His butt began to spasm again, jumping his hips, and he finally gave up resisting and began to run his cock in and out of her. Each thrust felt better, and her pussy seemed to be relaxing a bit - it was getting easier to pump.

Ted grabbed her tits and squeezed them, ran his fingers over her hard nipples, now standing out like cones. He hardly noticed he had gone from pumping in and out of her to slamming into her as hard as he could.

Anne's eyes and mouth opened wide and she pulled herself up against his chest. She pressed her face into his shoulder, and bit him. The world spun around them and the cum began to shoot deep into her. Ted knew he couldn't stop slamming, but it felt like every movement made his sensitive cock feel like it was going to explode, killing him. The cum jolted from within him, and splashed within her. Ted knew she was biting his collar bone and it hurt, but it was probably the only thing that was keeping him from passing out.

He continued to pump, but more slowly, then less deeply, until his soft cock fell from her, and their cum spilled out onto the counter and ran down the cabinet to the floor. They were shivering, but held each other tightly, Anne's mouth still pressed to his shoulder, but not biting him anymore.

He nudged her head with his nose and bent to kiss her. He tasted blood and guessed she had bitten her lip. But then he noticed that she wasn't just shivering, she was crying. He held her close, their hot, sweaty skin sticking to each other. He held her until the sobs stopped and the crying began to soften.

An awareness of pain jolted him, and he glanced at his collarbone expecting to see deep tooth impressions but instead seeing deep cuts and streaked blood. He became angry and stepped back, and Anne let her head fall into her hands, her elbows on her knees.

"You hurt me!" he whispered.

She looked up at him with anger flashing behind her tears. "You hurt me first! You hurt me first, and you hurt me a lot. You hurt me on purpose, and I hurt you on accident!"




Growing Up



Ted staggered back against the wall, hurting his shoulder on a towel rack. He stared at her angry face…and withered.

"I wouldn't hurt you for the world," he said, tears standing in his eyes. "I would sooner cut off my arm than hurt you intentionally. I didn't know it would hurt."

Anna stared at him, but the anger faded from her eyes. She sighed. "You didn't hurt me, Ted. You fucked me, and you did a great job. You taught me what an orgasm feels like, and what it feels like to make love. But it did hurt. It hurt a lot, and it still hurts."

Ted helped Anne down and she sat on the toilet. He gathered their clothes, then dressed himself quickly and cleaned their mess from the counter and floor. Anne dressed, but couldn't tie her shoes, so he did it for her. Then he left her in the bathroom when she asked him to and returned to the garage.

Ron was still sprawled on the couch, snoring, and Max was sitting at the table, reading. Max looked up as Ted walked in and his eyes narrowed.

"You better clean up, Dude," he said, "You smell like you just left a whorehouse." Then he smiled. "Congratulations."

Ted waved off the praise and stumbled out into the alley for a cigarette. He was going to reflect on his experience, decide what the best thing to do would be, but by the time he stepped on his second cigarette butt he hadn't thought of a single thing.

He walked into the garage and saw Anne sitting in a chair with Max up next to her, his arm around her. Rage and jealousy raced through him and he cleared his throat.

"Calm down, Cowboy," Max laughed. "I was just explaining to your new lady love that she's going to have to take it easy for a while," he said. "Believe it or not, I've had a little experience with this sort of thing, and you two are probably the best match up I've ever seen."

Ted sat in the chair Max had left and held Anne. He whispered to her, whispered about how much she already meant to him, and how sorry he was that she was hurting. Anne looked up at him and smirked. "You see if you aren't a little uncomfortable if I cram a monster like you got up your ass. You think that might smart a little?"

When Ted looked stricken, she patted his leg. "No, Sport. You didn't hurt me. It was great! I've never imagined pleasure like that before, not even in my dreams. But you kind of changed my body around, and it's going to take some getting used to."

Max came back in and sat down again with his book. After a few minutes, he put it down again. "Why don't you two go back to Ted's place and enjoy the rest of the weekend in privacy?" When Ted made noises about the game, Max continued. "Look, this is a game we play because we don't have a real life. Yeah, it's fun. And we'll probably be playing again real soon, but right now, you've got some real living to do. Real life."

Leaving his books, dice, and papers on the table, Ted put his arm around Anne and walked her to his car. He opened the door for her and when she was settled, he closed it. He walked around to the driver's side and looked back at the garage.

Max stood silhouetted in the doorway watching them leave. He waved, and then closed the door.

Ted got into the car and started the engine, letting it warm up. He put his hand on the gear shift, and Anne put her hand on top of his.

As he pulled away from the curb, Ted thought about what he was feeling. He was pretty sure he was in love with Anne. Somewhere deep inside there was a regret that the game was over, but he had a feeling the adventure was just beginning.

He felt like an adult. He felt like he had grown up. 

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Growing Up



Hart stood under the warm water of the shower squeezing and stroking his hard cock in his hand. He couldn't get the sight of his girlfriend, Linda, mother off his mind. He had gone to their kitchen to get a drink of water and found the older women bent over in the refrigerator. She had on a short housecoat that didn't cover her bottom, which gave Hart a perfect view of her thinly covered crotch. She had given him a teasing smile, even after knowing that he had been staring at her soft buns.

Hart released his hold on his cock as he gasped. He hadn't jerked off in years, and prevented himself from doing it then. He would be with Linda later and would be able to release his frustration with her.

He shut off the shower and dried. His aching cock stood out in front of him begging for relief, but he wasn't going to relieve himself by masturbating. His pride was much too strong for that.

He wrapped a towel around his waist and headed to the kitchen to get a bottle of water to relieve his thirst from all the drinking he had done. His mother, Wanda was there talking with one of her friends on the telephone.

Hart noticed his mother's smooth shapely legs and his cock jerked under the towel. The sight of Linda's mother filled his mind. He imagined himself holding on to Linda's mother's waist, while she bent over in the refrigerator and him thrusting his cock in her hot pussy.

Wanda noticed her son staring at her legs and turned away continuing her conversation. She wasn't in the mood to deal with another man's uncontrollable lust, especially after not being satisfied by her husband before he left for work.

Hart stood there watching his mother's ass move under her short silk robe. His eyes began to glaze over as his imagination took over.

Wanda glanced at her son a few times trying to ignore his burning eyes as she continued her phone conversation. She turned off the coffee pot and reached up to the cupboard for a cup that was just out of her reach. Her robe rose halfway up her ass revealing that she was not wearing underwear. Before she could lower herself from her toes, Hart was over her. Wanda felt the unmistakable shape of a man's hard cock between her legs and pressing between her naked butt-cheek.

"Honey, I got to call you back," Wanda said turning around and firmly grabbing hold of her son's shoulder. She looked down at her son's protruding cock and then up into his eyes. "Something just came up that I need to take care of."

Hart licked his lips as he looked at his mother's exposed breast under the thin robe. Wanda hung up the phone and narrowed her eyes as she looked at him. 

She slapped the side of his face with her free hand. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" she yelled at her son gripping his shoulder tight enough that her fingernail sunk into his skin. "It doesn't matter at all to you that I'm your fucking mother, does it? You're just going to stick your big fucking dick in me and I'm supposed to do what...bend over and let you do it?" She saw that his eyes were still on her exposed nipple. "Oh, I get it. You want to fuck me? Bring your ass here." She gripped his arm and pulled him to her bedroom.

Hart began to feel the sting from his mother's fingernails digging into his flesh and grimaced. It began to dawn on him what he had done. In is mind, things wasn't going that way. "Ma...," he started.

Wanda turned and slapped him again before he could get a word out of his mouth. "Don't you fucking call me mom," she shouted at him. "People don't go around trying to fuck their mothers. I must be some type of whore to you, because you didn't even ask me, you just shoved your cock at me. Since you want it that bad, you can have it, and you best enjoy it." She let loose his arm next to her bed, and then removed her robe discarding it. "What the fuck are you waiting for?" she asked snatching off his towel. She grabbed hold of his hard-on and pulled him on top of her as she slid back on her bed.

"Mom," Hart protested.

Wanda slapped him again, but this time hard enough to bring a tear to his eye. "I told you not to call me mom no fucking more," she said through her curled lips. "Call me bitch, whore, or whatever but don't you dare call me mom anymore. You wanted to fuck me, so fuck me goddamnit." She rubbed the head of his cock over her moistening cunt before guiding it in. She then gripped his tight buns and pulled him deeper inside of her. "The very worst thing you can do right now is not to fuck me the best you can, because you have already changed things between me and you."

Hart never felt so frighten in his life. He didn't fully understand the extent of what his mother was saying about things changing between them. Her demand for him to fuck her well seemed like a warning. Regardless, his cock was still rock hard and it was half way inside of her. He figured that he should heed her warning.

Hart began working his cock steadily deeper inside his mother's hot pussy. Wanda responded spreading her legs wider and pushing her hips up to match his thrusts.

"Mmmmm, that's it Hart. Fuck me like you want to," Wanda moaned as her son stuffed her cunt with his cock.

The image of his girlfriend's mother flashed to his mind. Her shapely legs spread wide, while he pounded her juicy cunt into the mattress. It felt like his cock was getting even harder as he drove it in her. He gripped the mattress and pulled himself more on top of his mother. He began to grunt with each thrust of his cock.

"Ah! Mmmmm!" Wanda moaned. She curled the covers in her fists as she strained and her body shook through her orgasms. She gasped thrusting her hips, and feeling another orgasm on the rise.

Hart drilled his cock down into his mother's pussy before building back up to his fast paced pounding. The veins in his arms and neck swelled as he drove his cock harder against his mother's cervix.

Wanda's moans went up and down as she was driven wild by the stimulation. She wrapped her legs around the back of his legs and rolled her hips getting the full effect of his length.

Hart held out as long as he could, but the feel of his mother's pussy overwhelmed him. He jerked and thrust as he shot stream after stream of his thick cum overflowing her cunt.

Wanda held him tight until they both were relaxed. She pushed him off her and picked up her robe putting it on. She retrieved her check book from her purse and wrote out a check to her son. "Here you go," she said handing him the check. "I want you to pack your bags and get out of this house." She folded her arms standing firm. "If you want to stay here, you're going to have to pay two hundred dollars for rent, two hundred dollars for me to do your laundry, cook, and clean for you and another two hundred dollars for me to let you fuck me like that. Your father puts four thousand dollars a month into this household and for that I do the things I've been doing for you, your entire life plus sleep in the bed with him. If you are going to be the other man in my life, you can give that check back to me and pay six hundred dollars a month or you can take that check and get out of my house right now. Out that door is a one way trip, but regardless of which you decide, don't ever call me mom again. Sons don't have sex with their mothers."

"Will you give me blowjobs?" Hart asked his mother.

Wanda leaned back considering sucking on the cock that had just fucked her so well. "Yes," she replied.

Hart stood up and handed her back the check. "Won't dad think it strange if he heard me calling you Wanda?" he asked.

"I will begin caring if he hears you call me slut or whore when he begins fucking me as well as you," Wanda said kneeling and taking her son's sex laced cock into her mouth.



Growing Up as a Dominant



 Growing up truly Dominant (what do you think Macho means?) 

A few months ago My wife (and submissive) and I met an experienced couple at an Alternate Lifestyle friendly bar in Kansas City. He and I hit if off quickly and had very long and very good conversations. His over 23 years in the lifestyle, yes it is true, dwarfs my relatively short time in it. We spoke of how He had been introduced to the lifestyle and how I was introduced to the lifestyle.

I mentioned to Him that I was brought up in South America (Argentina) and that it was a true revelation to Me when I realized what I had done when I came to the United States at the still forming age of 12. I threw away those things that had been taught to Me as a child about what it means to be a true man (what we call - "Un Macho verdadero" or a "true Macho". I learned early in the US that men were not expected to be Men, but to be equals with women, and that the 60's feminist revolution had a deep impact on how a man was supposed to act and behave (well, actually that's wrong, how a man was NOT supposed to act and NOT supposed to behave).

Like a half baked cake truly is bad, so is a half baked idea. And now, looking back at this from the perspective of some 36 additional years, I realized that the feminist movement took away the structure I had seen in My own upbringing, and replaced it with nothing. A great deal of Don't, but not a lot of Do. I'll give you the first example that comes to mind. I had a single date with a woman while I was single again and in My mid 30's and she had a total fit, because I walked around and opened the car door, after having committed the unthinkable act of opening the door for her.

As I became aware of the BDSM lifestyle and the D/s and M/s portions of it, I remember telling My wife that if what she had in mind was just the sexual "kink" I was not going to drop the façade I had created around My upbringing. she let Me know that she wanted the full 24/7 lifestyle commitment and that sexual pleasures would take their normal part of our total life.

I mentioned to My new acquaintance that I had been brought up with the true meaning of Macho teachings, not the "Latin Stereotype" of Machismo. There is a huge difference, but let Me sum up the stereotypical macho (no capital M) is a weak man who is not a true leader of his family and superimposes the word macho for the actions of a true Macho.

Let me expand upon that by giving you a great definition I found that fits what I grew up with. A true Latin Macho is:

1. He who is dignified 

2. He who is a protector 

3. He who is responsible 

4. He who is nurturing 

5. He who is spiritual 

6. He who is faithful 

7. He who is respectful 

8. He who is friendly 

9. He who is caring 

10. He who is sensitive 

11. He who is trustful 

12. He who provides

Notice the responsibilities that have to be taught to young men so that they will be able to assume the true role of head of His household. Notice that nowhere does it say He is abusive, promiscuous, and dictatorial as is often proclaimed in the stereotypical macho man.

He who is dignified:

If One who has self respect and respect of other's capabilities and strengths and contributions, then and only then can they present a dignified persona to the world around them. If, on the other hand they try to dictate their will upon others, no matter how much lipstick you put on the pig, it's still a pig - undignified.

He who is protector:

The head of the household must protect those in his house, but in this case it goes beyond. Men have to stand up for what is right, and to help those who are weaker to become stronger; sometimes by action, other times by inaction, but always with the aim to protect the dignity of others.

He who is responsible:

Being a man is accepting the responsibilities that come with the job. He has to be a strong leader of his family - not a dictator. He has to provide for his family, in every sense of the word: a safe home, food on the table, roof over their heads, leadership in times of turmoil, and natural and earned strength during a crisis. A true "macho" never runs away from his responsibilities to his family, to his friends and to his community.

He who is nurturing:

A true Man (Macho, which translates to male) has to be nurturing. He has to offer the example to his children and their friends of what a Man is. He has to develop the strengths in His immediate family circle and close friends. He cannot shirk this responsibility, because if he does then he does a terrible injustice to the social Trust placed upon him – preparing the next generation to lead.

He who is Spiritual:

Don't think of this simply as religious, there is that aspect but there is far more to it. A spiritual person is in touch with the spirits of the people around him and is aware of the swings in energy levels they go through and provides the right stimulus to bring life into the spiritual balance that is necessary for proper growth. If the man is not in tune with what is going on around him, because he is too busy in one area or another of his life to pay full attention to the totality of his circle of influence (typically, wife and kids) then he neglects their spiritual needs.

He who is faithful:

Too many times in the stereotypical macho, one hears of the conquests. How funny that sounds to Me. My grandfather was the patriarch, or the Macho, of the family. He was a tall, handsome man who could have had any woman he wanted in his life, and being a significant land owner, had the position to have whomever he wanted. Yet, when he met my grandmother and married her, he promised to Love, Honor and Protect her (her vows were just a bit different). When she was very sick, back in the early 40's my grandfather, a Lutheran at the time, promised God that if He saw fit to save her life and bring her back to him, he would become Catholic and he would build a church in the local pueblo.

She recovered over time and regained her strength so my grandfather kept both his promises and never once strayed from my grandmother. He was as close to what we call Macho as a man can come; because the ideal Macho is impossible to achieve, but one must stride to achieve as much as he can. And, keep in mind that if you are not faithful, you waste energy and time that should be devoted to the family.

He who is respectful:

Now doesn't this one fly in the face of the stereotype you all grew up with? The fact of the matter is that the male role models in My life while I was growing up understood their roles and took them seriously. I was told more than once a day, that to be respected by others, one must first be respectful of others and accept their contributions willingly and earnestly. One cannot be given respect if he does not offer it first, to everyone in the family, friends and casual acquaintances. It does not diminish you to be respectful, it actually gives you value and strength and a position of leadership.

He who is friendly:

Let me ask you a question first; when was the last time you respected and valued a person who was totally unapproachable? If you are like me, then the answer is never. If you are so aloof and inaccessible then you'll get the social graces of respect, but not the heartfelt and deep respect that you have for those who are accessible. Again friendliness with your wife - not just the familial friendliness that so often is seen as shallow and not truly there - with your kids, with your neighbors, and with your daily acquaintances is a builder of character and a builder of respect; in both directions.

Let's face it, as the head of the household the man has to have a large group of people he can go to, to get ideas on how to tackle whatever is in front of him; his latest crisis. If all he has are his own ideas, then he is more likely to make a bad mistake. He cannot shirk the responsibility for making the right decision, but he must have options to choose from in the more delicate matters. Those options come from respected and respectful friends whose input you trust to be impartial and sound in judgment.

He who is caring:

The role of the man, the Macho, in truth is one that is very difficult. Yet, as I was brought up, each of these individual elements were reinforced into my psyche. I had no choice. I had to understand them, the same way my male cousins had to understand them. Our grandfather was the leader of our pack and our parents showed his guiding hand, and now it was our turn to learn from our parents and to have the finer points refined by the experience of a much older grandfather. 

He was a very caring man, and from him I learned to care deeply. Yet, caring deeply does not mean you are allowed to sidestep all your other responsibilities. Before I tell this next story, keep in mind that this is Argentina, in the 1960's and not the United States where anyone who did what he did would have been taken to jail for child abuse, rather than congratulated for establishing control and discipline in a simple but effective way.

During the summer, all of us kids spent a lot of time at his cattle ranch and worked with the ranch hands to learn the meaning of work. My cousin and I got into a huge fist fight and we were probably 10 and 11 years old. Fists were flying, punches were landing and with our size they were doing some damage. My aunt and uncle and grandmother tried to break us up, but we found our way to each other. The situation, viewed from their end was getting out of control. 

Our grandfather went to the house, grabbed his whip (typically used for cattle) and said in a calm but firm voice I can here to this day; Basta (translates to Enough)! With that one word and a few seconds for it to register, he drew back the whip and proceeded to land two perfect shots across our rebellious rear ends. He then rolled the whip up, and walked into the house, returning without anger and sat down to talk to both of us. He cared and was not about to allow to little hooligans to throw the family reunion into chaos. He sat us both beside him settled whatever the issue was and we were both sent to the room we shared with the admonition that we must find a way to fix arguments without fists.

It has been clear to me throughout all the years, that his calm yet forceful approach was a very caring gesture to all of us. Whenever he said "Basta" again, all of us kids listened even when he simply whispered it in the middle of a verbal fight escalating towards a fist fight.

He showed all of the characteristics of a true Macho (male) as opposed to a true Hembra (female). The roles are very different and he understood that he, not the women in the family, had to handle it in a dignified way (not uselessly screaming to the children to stop), had to show respect and get respect (one tap from a whip, not a lashing in anger), had to protect the sanctity of the home and the family reunion, had the responsibility to let others try and upon their failure exercise his familial authority, had to be nurturing because if he just left it go the scars upon everyone were going to be significantly worse and had to teach us to pay attention to authority, and he certainly had to be friendly thus not loose his temper which would have aggravated the situation for all.

He who is sensitive:

A macho has to be sensitive to the feelings and needs of others. He has to get to know each person deeply and clearly so that the mutual respect is there and free communication exists and thus allows him to handle the situations. If he is a dictator, he'll never achieve the level of communication that is necessary, nor is he ever going to achieve the trust necessary to guide a family. In the previous example, think of the level of sensitivity that man (our grandfather) had to have to quickly and properly end a fight like that.

He who is trustful:

Trust is a foundation that is built through years of communication and proper actions that are predictable and commensurate with the events at hand. To be the head (the true head) of a household one must have earned the respect of those in the family and they must know that when everything else does not look too good, the man of the family has to make the hard choices and never overstep his bounds (socially, financially, or emotionally).

He who provides:

In Argentina it was a very easy lesson to learn. There are no government programs that help you find a house if you are too poor, or feed you either. In a third world country you learn that as the man of the house, you must provide for your family: the house they live in, the food they eat, and the security to sleep safe and sound at night: because if you don't provide it, no one else will.

I don't see a difference in what I've defined here as the role and responsibility of a Macho (a man who is ready to be head of his household) and a Dominant - whether male or female. I believe a Dominant has the same characteristics and the willingness to accept the responsibilities of being a Man and the head of his household; unequivocally, unmistakably and unerringly.

I'd truly like to hear your comments on this…