0 comments/ 21463 views/ 3 favorites Caught in the Act Ch. 02 By: Celeste999 Quite a few important people to Celly asked me to complete this story. Here it is. Not only did I write it for them, but I wrote it in honour of the many women and men that have stories that beg to be completed on literotica. I hope they find the courage to finish their tales. *** Once Gaye and I drove home from our trip to Toronto, a flare of embarrassment overcame me. She had caught me in the act of self spanking not long ago and had offered to explore a more hands-on exploration of my desires if and when I was ready. Rachel and I had been friends since University. In the ensuing years after she married her University sweetheart, we had continued to have sex periodically and with the odd permission of her husband. Peculiar situation -- I know -- but a welcome one to Rachel and myself. Rachel's husband eventually confessed he was trading her in for a "younger model". In their last conversation as man and wife, he even used that demeaning turn of phrase. She met Gaye and me in Toronto to ask to move back to Kitchener and live in the home she grew up in and we welcomed her back with open arms. Rachel and I spent the night in our hotel room. I told Rachel all about Gaye's discovery of my shameless actions and I confided in her my long time interest in spanking. To my surprise, Rachel offered to experiment with me. In the back of my mind, I wanted to resist my long time lover. I had virtually promised Gaye I would explore my carnal desires with her. My resistance to Rachel wasn't very effective. The walls of the hotel separating us from Gaye's room were thin. Gaye had heard everything. In the next week or so, I came home from work late at night after she had already fallen asleep. That was normal. In the past, Gaye had always left me notes for me to find near the coffee maker. Not one note was to be found the remainder of that week. I missed that endearing habit of my room mate. By the time the weekend came, I planned on leaving early Saturday morning to drive to Aurora to meet Rachel. She and I coordinated with the movers to get her meager possessions transported to Kitchener. When we arrived home, Gaye wasn't there. Rachel and I started unpacking and getting her settled in the home in which she grew up. There was plenty of room for the three of us. Rachel and I thought it best that we didn't share a room, at least to begin with, and to allow Gaye some time to grow accustomed to the relationship between her daughter and her long time room mate. As we unpacked, we chatted about our new living arrangements and the subtle reactions of Gaye. Rachel -- "I think you're reading too much into this, Celly. Mom probably just feels a little awkward about our relationship. She never would have guessed either one of us enjoyed the romantic company of women." Celly -- "I know. I've always kept my sexual choices sheltered from her. I never wanted to broach that subject with Gaye. It's not that your mom isn't abundantly understanding and quite a hip woman at her age. She is!" Rachel -- "Give her time, Celly. I can't believe she heard everything. I guess we probably should have thought about that, but in the heat of the moment I really wasn't thinking about anyone hearing the two of us." Celly -- "It's easy to lose track of the obvious when you're lying in bed naked with a sexy girl." Rachel -- "Mom will come around. You and I both know that." Rachel and I prepared a dinner for Gaye. It was a welcome surprise. Gaye was always the cook at home so I thought we should take the opportunity to do so. While the finishing touches were coming to fruition, Rachel had slid in behind me at the stove. She cradled my body from behind. Rachel kissed me in the hollow of my neck as Gaye slinked into the kitchen. Clearing her throat, we both spun around with innocent looks on our faces. Gaye grinned like a Cheshire cat. Rachel leapt into her mom's arms. I could see the happiness in Gaye's face as she leaned her head on her daughter's shoulder. When their embrace was broken, Gaye invited me into her arms too. How could I resist her? Celly -- "I've missed you all week, Gaye." Gaye -- "We've always lived on very different clocks, Celly. But I found myself missing you too." Celly -- "We'll have to make up for lost time, favoritest room mate ever. Rachel and I got settled in and decided it was our turn to cook." Gaye -- "We're taking turns now? This is sounding like a better arrangement by the minute." I studied Gaye's face for signs of genuine belief in her last statement. I thought to myself that I should comfort myself with the fact that Gaye was a progressive woman and would come to accept Rachel and me in the life we were choosing for ourselves. Dinner was delicious and Gaye commented that she'd enjoy if we cooked more often. We talked about Rachel's room and how we wanted to decorate it. We spoke of Rachel's plans for a job in Kitchener and how she thought she might want to start up her photography studio which she had operated prior to getting married. We eventually all wandered into the living room to channel surf through 700 channels of television, discovering nothing of value to watch, and Rachel nodded off to sleep. Looking over at Gaye relaxing beside me, I knew I had to confront the issue head on. I reached over and clicked the remote to turn off the tv. Celly -- "I think we need to talk Gaye." Gaye -- "I was sort of expecting this, Celly." Celly -- "I really have missed you all week." Gaye -- "And I've missed you too, Celly. What's wrong?" Celly -- "Strangely enough, I was going to ask you the same thing." Gaye -- "Why would anything be wrong? I'm sharing a home with two of the most important people in my life. I'm a happy woman." Celly -- "Things are a bit different now, aren't they?" Gaye -- "Different as in new, yes, but not different in a negative way. You seem more concerned about my feelings than in your own, Celly." Celly -- "You always leave me little notes in the morning, Gaye. I missed them all week." Gaye -- "I know you did, Celly. I'm sorry about that." Celly -- "I thought you were mad at me, Gaye." Gaye -- "No Celly. I'm not mad at all." Celly -- "Then what is it?" Gaye -- "It's nothing sweetie." Celly -- "Are you uncomfortable with me and Rachel? Thinking about us together like we are? I decided it was best if Rachel had her own room instead of our first instinct." Gaye -- "Thank you for that, Celly. But I would have been fine if you slept in the same bed." Celly -- "Really? Maybe I should move her into my room tomorrow." Gaye -- "Hold your horses." Celly -- "I was pulling your leg, Gaye." Gaye -- "I know you were, sweetie. This will all take a little getting used to. A lot has happened in a few weeks, Celly. It's a lot to process." Celly -- "I was getting ready to tell you I was going to move out if I made you feel uncomfortable in your own home, Gaye." Gaye -- "I'm not uncomfortable, Celly. Not at all. Push that thought out of your mind. There's more to it than that." Celly -- "Oh really. Fess up, Gaye." Gaye paused for a long moment. She glanced past me and reassured herself that Rachel was fast asleep. The soft murmurs of the curled up cutie confirmed her slumber. Gaye -- "Your relationship reminds of a very happy time a very long time ago. I fell in love with a woman when I was 19 -- before I met Rachel's father." Celly -- "We've all got our secrets it seems, Gaye. What happened?" Gaye -- "She let me go. I think I may have been a fling. I never found out what happened to Fran. I've thought about her so much over the years, but then Rachel's father came along. And Rachel became the light of my life after he passed away. I guess there never really has been a chance to dwell on lost loves." Celly -- "Have you ever thought about looking for her?" Gaye -- "No Celly. Ancient history." There was a long pause in our conversation. I suppose my mind raced through the possibilities about investigating Gaye's past loves and somehow tracking down this infamous Fran. Dismissing that, I pondered Gaye's tentative love of another woman. Would she ever feel that way again? Did she still have those feelings residing deep in her heart? Gaye -- "You've got a mischievous look on your face, naughty girl. Don't get any ideas. Or I'll have to deal you -- my way." Celly -- "I'll be good. I promise." Gaye -- "Things were different back then. My parents never could have accepted Fran. Hell, society couldn't have accepted the two of us being together. I probably couldn't have accepted it, Celly. It's probably best as water under the bridge." Celly -- "Do you still feel that way about women, Gaye?" Gaye -- "I find myself looking at women, Celly. I'd be lying if I told you otherwise." Celly -- "Interesting." Gaye -- "Don't you dare tell Rachel. I know you tell her everything, but promise me this is just between you and me." Celly -- "Your secret is safe with me, Gaye." Gaye -- "Celeste Lara Morgan. Promise me." Celly -- "You have my word, Gaye." The evening wound down and we somehow got Rachel up to her bed. Both Gaye and I wished each other good night. My mind wouldn't stop racing though. Plans were in motion in my head and I couldn't sleep. I would keep my promise to Gaye and refrain from divulging her secret to her daughter, but I couldn't have lived with myself if I didn't push the envelope with Gaye's past desires for women. Months past and three of us became increasingly comfortable with one another. Occasionally, Gaye would catch us sneaking a kiss or a hug. Most of the time, we shielded her from the ordeal. I had never broken my promise to Gaye, but I continued to hatch a plan to bring the wildcat out of Gaye. I knew it hibernated deep within her. I was going to lure it out into the wilderness. For those that haven't read other stories published by me here, Sensual Touch and its sequel introduced Sherry to my life. Rachel and I considered our relationship fairly convenient and casual. We both confided in each other when we met other women to share our sexual adventures. I will admit sometimes they intertwined, but it took a very long time to involve Sherry in both of our waking dreams. That's another story I may tell. Sherry made a bold suggestion after having met both Tara, my mother, and my room mate Gaye. She thought we should introduce the two of them. One Saturday, I decided to invite them both out to dinner with Rachel and myself. We all went to a wonderful little bistro on the banks of Victoria Park's man made lake. It was built onto a floating deck on the edge of this central town park. The cuisine was always delicious, sumptuous, and appealing. The live bands played jazz and wonderful mood music. The dance floor was readily used by couples to inject a little romantic spice to their lives. The booze flowed freely and lubricated the budding desires for your loved ones. I went there many times over the years and I often brought women there to get them in the mood. This wasn't about my seduction this time around. Over dinner, it became abundantly clear that Gaye and my mother Tara shared a lot of the same interests. Rachel and I started to feel a little left out as the two women spoke about their experiences of many years past. They shared many of the same hobbies. They had traveled in many of the same exotic places. Their husbands had been remarkably similar. Gaye and Tara were remarkably akin to one another. I don't think our mothers even noticed when Rachel and I slipped out of the boat house onto the outside veranda. Lighting a smoke and ordering another glass of wine for the two of us at the outdoor bar, Rachel and I indulged in a private moment just for ourselves. I suppose we probably drew some attention to ourselves, but we weren't the first and certainly wouldn't be the last couple -- even two women -- that got a little carried away in this romantic locale. When Rachel and I returned inside, we were both taken aback when we saw our mothers gliding around the dance floor. They were both turning heads, but it was clear they were oblivious to the spectators -- including their own daughters. Maybe Sherry was right after all. Rachel and I excused ourselves and went home. We slipped into a bubblebath together. Hours went by and it became clear Gaye wasn't going to be coming home that night. Rachel and I slept in the same bed that night. When we woke up the next morning, Gaye still hadn't returned home. Over breakfast, Rachel and I giggled about all the possibilities. Over the next few months, Gaye spent an inordinate amount of time at mother's house. I have never once asked either of our mother's about their relationship. Maybe one of them will tell us some day. I still had unfinished business with Gaye. While I still spanked myself from time to time (and Rachel gladly pitched in), I knew Gaye and I needed to share that moment together. I never would have suspected how it would finally happen. I never share my birthday with anybody. Nobody knows when it is. Almost nobody that is. My mother being a noted exception. One night, I came home to a dark home. Coming inside, I hung my coat up in the front closet. When I wandered into the living room, the lights suddenly came on. Many of my friends jumped out from their hiding places. Scanning the room, I feigned a nasty glare at my mother. She just giggled away and approached me giving me a big hug. Despite my desire to avoid such a party, I ended up having a really fun time. This next bit will have me spellbound for the rest of my life. I'm still not sure if Gaye told my mother about my fantasies. Somehow I doubt she did but I will never really know. Tara -- "I can't believe my little girl is more than a third of century old. She wouldn't ever let me tell anybody about her birthday. I thought it was about time we forced a birthday custom on her." Celly -- "Thanks mom. I guess I had to give in sooner or later." Tara -- "Somebody special to you and to me thought it had to happen sooner. And speaking of birthday customs, there's a certain custom of birthday spankings we had best attend to right now." I must have turned pale as a klansmen's cloak. I felt faint. My knees were weak. Was my mother suggesting I, at 34 years of age, get a birthday spanking? In front of virtually everyone I knew? The shame of it overwhelmed me. And I'll admit I felt a dampness between my thighs. My whole body was shivering in anticipation. I probably didn't have a say in the matter once all my friends were cheering along. Tara -- "I don't think we'll let everyone get a turn in the birthday tradition, Celly. Maybe you have to choose one special person to enact this privilege." Who would I choose? My mother? Oh my god, no. She hadn't even spanked me growing up. Any of my friends? How could I ever face any of them even if I had dreamed about a few of them doing so? Rachel? I was tempted. But then I looked upon Gaye's face. She knew what I was thinking. She knew how I felt in this arousing moment. She knew how this was making my engine purr. I sauntered across the room with a grin on my face. I took Gaye's hand. A host of laughs and giggles filled the air as Gaye pulled me over her lap. After all of these suspenseful months, I never would have thought it would have ended up like this. Gaye's hand was surprisingly strong. I suspect she went easy on me to spare my dignity. Her hand ran over my jean clad bum several times and ventured for a gentle squeeze several times. Blushing a bright pink hue in my cheeks, I closed my eyes. Despite the audience, I felt completely at home over Gaye's lap. I wish I had surrendered to her whims long before now. As I felt her hand leave my bottom, I squirmed in her lap. Wiggling my hips caused my jean clad pussy to rub in her lap. I felt a sudden spur of adrenaline rush through my body as my clit rubbed against the denim. I held on tight to the legs of the chair beneath us. I'm sure my knuckles were white as I clamped onto the wooden pedestal. I could hear the chants of my friends and my mother as the first slap fell on my waiting bottom. The sting was sudden and I could feel the imprint of her firm hand through my jeans and my skimpy thong panties. If I had been bare, the sound would have filled the room. Suddenly, I wanted to be bare bottomed -- or entirely naked -- over Gaye's lap. Gaye didn't spank me quickly. She let the sensations of each slap seep into me. She almost sealed in the heat of the stings inside of my tight jeans. Her fingers spread over my bottom. With each strike, she would change cheeks to ensure every surface would be covered. The warmth of each stroke lingered just under my skin. The heat crawled just under the surface of my skin. I felt that inferno spreading and inching its way down to my pussy. With my eyes closed, I continued to wriggle in Gaye's lap. With that, she raised one leg and placed it over both of mine. Securing me in place, she seemed like a professional. I wondered for a moment if she had spanked Rachel growing up. Rachel and I hadn't talked about that, but suddenly the image was getting me all hot and bothered. Three sudden hammerfalls of Gaye's merciless hand rained down on my bum. Whimpers escaped my lips. I felt myself stir in her lap as my pussy rubbed into Gaye with the rhythm of her treatment. After a few more slaps in consecutive and rapid succession, I'm certain I was moaning and revealing to my loved ones just how much I was enjoying this custom. When Gaye asked my mother Tara to pass her purse, my mind raced. Laughs filled the room when Gaye explained to the partygoers that my last five birthday spankings would be with her wooden hairbrush. My pussy was dripping. I could have cum right then and there. I needed to cum. I felt the flat back of the brush press up against my already warm bottom. Gaye let that brush press against every contour of my spongy bum cheeks. She let the brush roam from my upper thighs up over the bubble of my bottom to the base of my spine. I whimpered. Perhaps to spare me any further shame, Gaye let loose her fires, her furies, and her ferocious yearning of the flesh with a volley of smacks. I clenched my cheeks and squealed with abandon as she rained down the last five warranted spankings. I think I remained over her lap for quite some time. Eventually, she lifted me up. I peered down upon Gaye and immediately grinned. Straddling her lap where she sat, I took her into my arms and gave her a big hug. Kissing her on the crown of her head, I knew her face was pressed right into my ample breasts. Finally letting her breath, I let her go and got up off her lap. After thanking her, the party continued. Nobody talked about the birthday spanking for the rest of the night, but plenty of looks assured me I was a bit of a spectacle. Everyone left after several hours of carousing and imbibing. Eventually, it was just Rachel, Gaye, and me. We cleaned up a little, but then decided to leave it all for the next day. Rachel -- "That was quite the show earlier. Looked like you both had a lot of fun." Celly -- "I hope I came off as a good sport." Gaye -- "You most certainly did, Celly." Celly -- "I hope I didn't make a fool of myself." Gaye -- "I don't think so, Celly. Do you think so, Rach?" Rachel -- "You and I both know she could have taken a lot more." Gaye -- "I imagine she can and that she does from time to time. I would have liked to given her more." Rachel -- "Well, there's always next birthday. Look forward to it. Next time it's 35 times." Gaye paused a moment contemplating something. Gaye -- "Hmmm. You know what. Celly has never gotten a birthday spanking before. She's really missed out on the tradition until now." Caught in the Act Ch. 02 Rachel -- "Yes. Where are you going with this mom?" Gaye -- "Well, Celly got 34 decent birthday spankings tonight. And she'll get 35 next year. See where I'm going with this?" I was lost to their train of thought. But a big light bulb seemed to loom over Rachel's head as she caught on to the gyst of her mother's thinking. Rachel -- "Oh mom. Can I pretty please be a part of this?" Gaye -- "I would be such a bitch of a mom if I denied you that, Rach." Celly -- "A part of what? I don't get it. A part of what, dammit?" Each of the women took one of my hands leading me up to my bedroom. I protested all the way up the stairs because I was being left out of the secret. I hated the suspense of being left out of the secret. I growled at my two room mates. When they brought me into my bedroom, they moved over to the bed dragging me in between them as the three of us reclined on the warm moving waterbed. Celly -- "I demand that you two tell me what's going on." Gaye -- "Okie dokie sweetie. When you're thirty four, you get thirty four birthday spankings don't you?" Celly -- "Well, yes, but only if your damn mother tells everyone it's your birthday and then SUGGESTS I get a birthday spanking." Gaye -- "I'll have to thank Tara for that again. But back to the point at hand. Next year, you'll get thirty five right?" Celly -- "Yup. Unless I move to Greenland in the meanwhile." Gaye -- "Well how about when you were thirty three? And thirty two? And sweet sixteen? You'd get thirty three, thirty two, and sixteen for those too, right?" Celly -- "Yes, I guess I would have. But I missed out." Gaye -- "Yes, they were missed birthday spankings." The sound of the bell in my head was probably deafening. The plans of Gaye and Rachel suddenly dawned on me. I think I let out an audible gasp. Rachel -- "I think you're getting a lot of spankings tonight, Celly. You probably won't want to sit down tomorrow." With that, they heaved me over their laps. The waves of the waterbed surged under me. Both of them placed a leg over my own. I felt their hands holding me down at the small of my back. As they took turns spanking my jean clad bum, they chanted out "first birthday", "second birthday", and so on. At first, I remained silent. Wiggling under their legs, I took everything they gave to me. By the time they got to sixteenth birthday, Rachel had unlatched my belt and pulled my jeans down my legs. They were having a field day by this point. My practically bare bum was writhing in their laps. My panties were soaking wet. My body was covered in a veneer of perspiration. I have no idea how long I'd been moaning audibly or what I'd been muttering. I was alive with excitement as they continued to shower me with the affection they both know I had come to love. While they took many pauses to grope my warm bubble bum, the action remained constant. Often I heard them giggle to themselves and I can swear I heard soft guttural moans escaping both of them. Then again, it could have been me. Somewhere in the mid twenties, they had removed my thong. By the time they reached thirty, I was suddenly naked as the day I was born. I don't remember them removing my blouse or my bra or if I had undressed myself. My nipples were rubbing into the duvet. My nipples were aroused and grinding into the bed. The sounds of flesh meeting flesh filled the room. It was music to my ears. The soundtrack to one of the most thrilling episodes of my life. I lost track of my orgasms. I must have left of pool of my fluids beneath me and on their laps. I could feel the juices of my passion streaming down my thighs and over their supportive laps. Eventually, I remained lifeless in their laps. I had lost count. My feverish bottom sent shivers of desire throughout my crazed body. They both pulled me up into their arms cradling me for what seemed like an eternity. Gaye -- "I'm going over to Tara's, girls. Rachel -- fuck the hell out of your girlfriend. Don't wait up for me." We didn't wait up. Celly Caught in the Act Ch. 02 Mum lay on the bed with her legs spread wide, a big smile on her face as dad ran his tongue along the juicy-looking groove between her cunt lips. I had now come to terms with being allowed to join my parents for some really hot sex, after dad had caught me in the act sniffing a pair of mum's used panties, and had lost my self-consciousness in my nudity as I discovered, with a quick pang of pleasure, my true erotic nature, handed down to me by my sex-mad parents. Since dad had invited me to join him and mum - not forced I hasten to add - once my initial and now, I realise, groundless fears had been conquered, I decided to go for it big time. If mum and dad wanted to have a threesome with me, their own son, then who was I to object? Besides, I couldn't think of a better way to show and seal our love for each other. I resumed masturbating in front of my patents, my hand flying up and down the long shaft of my thick rod and my balls swinging nineteen to the dozen, mum's eyes darting across to me to watch me tugging on my tool. Again I detected her maternal pride as her smile grew wider while dad continued to lap at her pussy, dominating my attention and completely unpeturbed by the fact I was witnessing the almost hypnotic-like spectacle of mum and dad making hot sensuous love. The lady from whom I had emerged nineteen years earlier was at the very peak of her physical beauty and as dad continued to eat her pussy, her grunts of pleasure grew louder while my stiff pole began to throb even harder in my hand. The whole afternoon was changing our lives forever and I couldn't think of two better people with whom to lose my virginity to. "Here, son," said dad, relinquishing his tongue from mum's gash and beckoning to me with a nod of his head, "come and takeover and get your first pussy." "Yeah, sweeheart," urged mum, her voice huskier than I had ever heard it and full of pure wanton lust, "there's no need to sniff my panties anymore, you can have the real thing anytime you want." I knelt down next to dad and breathed in the scent of my own mother's love box. The scent was intoxicating; she had obviously showered and I caught a nice whiff of lilac, the aroma of which brought me out in goose bumps as I inhaled deeply. I reached out a hand to fondle the folds of skin in mum's extremely exquisite and delicate-looking pussy, enjoying the silky soft feel as I started to work the index finger of my right hand into the now no longer forbidden depths. "Oooh, sweetheart," mum groaned, "that feels really nice. Didn't take you long to get the hang of things." "Lick her, son," my father said, "show your mum how much you love her." I began to tentatively cover mum's pussy with lots of little kisses until dad laid a hand on my shoulder as he began to instruct me on how to really lick cunt. "You need to use your tongue, son, like I did," he said, "a woman can never resist a long hard cunt-licking. Makes then go all do-lally." With dad's words ringing in my ears, I stuck out my tongue and began to work it up and down the groove, tasting the sacred place from which I had first seen the light of day. Mum was not only damp from dad's recent tongue mauling, her own juices were seeping through the folds of skin, matting her pubic hair, and I lappped them up as the walls of mum's sodden twat tightened around my exploratory tongue. Though I had never licked a lady's pussy before, it didn't take me long to get really into things, especially with dad egging me on all the time with his words of encouragement. I was completely relaxed now and enjoying myself immensely as my tongue found mum's clit which was fully aroused, sticking up through the strands of hair, and I felt a warm glow run through me, knowing that I was now the one responsible for turning her on. Making her go do-lally, in fact, judging by her screams that alternate between little moans and low husky whimpers and I giggle to myself as dad's words echoed again through my ears. "That's the way, son," dad said, "you're doing really well. Your mum loves having her clit seen to." Dad stood up and moved back and began masturbating as he watched his son making love to his wife. I knew all men wanked but it still seemed odd to see my own father doing so. Mum's groans were still alternating between soft whimpering and outright screaming, especially when I pulled her trigger with my tongue, filling my mouth with a further round of her sweet-tasting nectar. I tugged on my cock which seemed to be in a perennial state of hardness, my foreskin retracted and the bulging knobhead slick and slimy with pre-cum. I carried on licking mum's pussy for a good five or ten minutes, then, suddenly, mum gently pushed my head away and smiled down at me. The smile this time was less tender than earlier but no less bewitching as she hauled me to my feet and beckoned to me to join her on the bed. "Let me show you something really special, darling," mum said. As I positioned myself with my head up against the pillows, mum turned her body the other way so that her dainty little feet were adjacent to my head and started to mount me sixty-nine style, lifting her right leg in the air so that her pussy gaped open right in front of my eyes. I could make out all the finer details of my birth box as I feasted my eyes on mum's lovely pink hole while mum likewise studied the head of my pulsating quiver bone, her love and affection for me evident in her usual sunshine smile that I have come to know so well over the years. "Fuck, that looks real great," my father said, tugging harder on his cock while my mother fondled my big sweaty balls in her hands, "you're presence is certainly helping to spice things up, son." "Thanks, dad," I said, "mum's pussy looks fantastic." Indeed, I couldn't get enough of it and, without any warning, I sent my tongue careering back into her delicious depths as mum's head came down on my cock and she swallowed it whole, her warm breath coming in short sharp gasps as she once again treated me to another of her hot scintillating blowjobs, her soft lips clamping my cock in a vice-like grip. My father was almost paralytic with joy as he watched the hot incestuous scene taking place on the marital bed. His right hand was wrapped firmly around the hard shaft of his cock as he tugged on it as if wanking was an Olympic sport, his eyes not wavering as mum and I made passionate love to each other. As I again found mum's clit and started to work my tongue around it, mum let my cock fall out of her mouth and went to work on my balls, slurping her tongue around the heavy nuts while dad moved round to the side of the bed, knelt down and began to fondle my arse as mum and I, without breaking our sucking, rolled round until we were both lying on our sides. "Oh this is so good," mum said, after releasing my entire scrotum from the deepest darkest recesses of her mouth into which they had subtly found their way, "your dad and I have waited so long for this day." "I've waited a long time for it too, mum," I replied, coming up for air from what had been a continuous non-stop assault on her pussy with my quick-learning tongue, "I never expected anything like this when I asked my boss for the afternoon off." "Neither did we, son, when you arrived home unexpectedly like that," said dad, "it just kinda happened, didn't it? But we have to be careful nobody else knows about this." "That's right," said mum and I felt very pleased with myself that I had had the good sense to shut the bedroom window, the neighbours are a nosey lot and mum, dad and I engaged in our first ever threesome was the last thing we wanted them to get wind of. A sudden sense of urgency seemed to overtake mum as she hauled herself round until she was lying on top of me as the tip of my cock made contact with her pussy, our hearts beating fast. I snaked my hands round mum's back to grope her arse while simultaneously lifting my head to munch on her luscious tits, devouring them with my hungry mouth before running my tongue along the valley of her cleavage. I could feel my mother's warm breath on my skin as I ran my tongue between her tits and shifted my hands from her buttocks, running them up the small of her back before bringing them to rest in the down of her soft slim neck. The guilt that had descended on me like a fog, numbing my nerve-ends, when dad had discovered me with mum's panties up to my nose, had evaporated completely as the exquisite vestiges of joy overwhelmed all of us, blithely disregarding the dissolute nature of our actions. "Suck my tits, darling," mum said, "you have such a lovely hot tongue." I shifted my tongue from mum's cleavage and began to munch long and hard as mum had asked me to, first on the right tit and then the left. They tasted delicious and the harder I licked, the tastier they became. "Yeah, son, suck 'em hard," my father said, watching and wanking as he leaned in to get a closer view. "He is, honey," mum said, "you'd never think he'd never sucked tits before." "I'm a quick learner, mum," I said, looking up and smiling at her before burying my head into the melons again, pinching mum's nipples as gently as I could between my teeth. "Fuck, that looks fabulous," said dad and I smiled at him out the corners of my eyes, pleased that I was doing such a good job and making my parents ever more proud of me. Indeed, I also felt immensely proud that the first tits I was ever being allowed to lick were those of my own mother as I had done when she breast fed me with them when I was a baby. Determined to show her what I was made of, I lapped at the delicious jugs while dad moved round, enjoying the pornographic show mum and I were putting on for him. "You're really getting me going, sweetheart," mum went on as I carried on munching, "but I'd really like to get fucked now. Let your dad show you how it's done." I didn't really need to be shown how it was done, having watched several porno DVDs round my mate Brian's house in the past year, the pair of us wanking together but never touching each other as we watched the versatile performers fucking like rabbits on the t.v. screen. But I didn't say anything to mum; I had been commandeering her for almost an hour now while dad, patiently, had bided his time. If we were to be a complete incest family, then the action should embrace all of us, not end up with somebody standing on the sidelines as a mere spectator. "Here, dad," I said, as mum climbed off me and I slid off the bed and stood with my proud prick extending out long and hard from the rest of my naked body, "mum wants a fuck." "Your mum always wants a fuck, son," dad said, grinning impishly as he positioned mum on her hands and knees on the bed. "Did you enjoy sucking those lovely de luxe tits of hers?" "Of course I did, dad," I said and then, before I could stop myself, went on: "silly question." "Boys, boys," said mum, giggling, "don't start arguing, this is supposed to be a fun time. Come and fuck me, honey," she continued, speaking to dad, "my pussy really needs a good seeing to and Scott's dying to watch, aren't you, sweetheart?" "Sure fucking am, mum," I replied as I resumed masturbating. Mum looked over her shoulder and smiled at her menfolk, that glorious smile that has melted my heart since childhood, as dad moved in behind her and lined his cock up at the entrance to her slick wet pussy. I tugged on my cock a little harder, my excitement now risen to Alpine-like heights and I felt very priveleged indeed to be, after months of dreaming of this moment, a witness to my parents fucking. "Scott," dad said, "there's some KY in the top drawer of the chest," he went on, indicating the said chest with a nod of his head, "fetch it for us, will you?" I opened the drawer and didn't have to search, the tube was lying on top of a clean blanket neatly folded to fit inside and, judging by the squidgy look of the tube, mum and dad had already used plenty of the lube and would soon be in need of purchasing a further supply. "Here you are, dad," I said, unscrewing the cap and handing the tube to him. Dad smeared some of the gel onto his hand and then greased his prick, then he smeared another liberal helping into mum's vagina with the fingers of his right hand. Then he slid his torpedo gently into mum who let out a soft sigh of contentment as I watched dad start to demonstrate how he and mum had created me. "That looks great, dad," I said, masturbating like mad alongside them as I watched the mesmerising spectacle of my parents in the throes of their love-making and again feeling so full of love for them and pride that they had allowed be to be a participant with no force nor coercion whatsoever. Dad's beautiful tight arse cheeks were clenching vigorously together as he rocked back and forth on his strong hardy legs, his face drenched in sweat as he exerted every ounce of energy he possessed into making sure mum had a good time. Mum's boobs were flailing about all over the place while her hot steaming pussy made a nice temporary home for dad's aroused prick as, I had no doubt, it would mine before our first marathon threesome came to an end. "Oh yes, honey," she said, "keep going! There's nothing quite like a good fuck on a hot afternoon." "Enjoying watching, son?" dad managed to say, inbetween grunting and groaning and smiling at me, his eyes taking in the spectacle of me masturbating my undiminished hard-on which was a sufficient enough answer. Nevertheless, I nodded and smiled back at him as mum looked over her shoulder at me, her mouth hanging open. It was a meeting of minds and I didn't need to be told what mum wanted, a few steps was all it took for me to be standing directly in front of her and I slammed my cock into her mouth which she gobbled up so hungrily, anybody would have thought she'd been starved of sex had sex for years. "Yeah, mum, suck my cock," I breathed, huskily, surprised to hear the different tone in my voice, a more lustful sound than usual, as mum responded to my request, taking me in so deep that my balls swung against the underside of her chin. I was so turned on, I needed to sniff something, even though mum had said earlier there was no need to now that I could have the real thing but that wasn't the point. The thought of sniffing mum's panties while dad and I spit-roasted her was just so tremendously exciting, so very O.T.T. and I stretched out a hand to try to grab hold of them. Alas, they were just out of my reach but I managed to hook my index finger around my own sweaty white briefs that had languished on the bed since mum had taken them off for me. I had never sniffed my own briefs before, having never been turned on to my own scent, but as I couldn't get hold of mum's panties without breaking the truly splendid blowjob mum was giving me, my briefs it had to be, being the next best thing, and I held them up to my nose and sniffed deeply. "Oh fuck, honey," said dad, his words slurred, "look at Scott sniffing his own pants. Ain't that just so fucking kinky?" "Mmmm," said mum which was all she could manage as she too didn't want to release her mouth's hold on my cock. I continued to sniff my briefs for another five minutes and then dad reached out a hand and slowly took them from me, holding my unwashed underwear up to his own nose to inhale the aroma of his own horny son and without breaking his cock's firm hold on mum's cunt. "Oh boy!" cried dad, pumping in and out and mum squealing to high heaven as dad found her G-spot, not once but several times over, "these smell fucking fabulous," he went on, breathing in deeply. At that moment in time, nothing else in the world mattered, I had forgotten all about the wretched insurance office in which I worked, all the usual nondescript day-to-day things completely swept aside as mum, dad and I abandoned ourselves to the joys of some of the hottest, hardcore taboo sex that anyone could possibly be allowed to experience. I had always known that sex was the dominating factor in my parents' marriage, from the many times I had wanked while listening to them making love through our adjoining bedroom wall. Now, they were proving it to me as the bed creaked and groaned under the weight of mum's body and our naked bodies writhed and squirmed together in unison. Without breaking her hold on my cock, mum stuck her right hand up in the air, wiggling her fingers and dad, knowing exactly what mum wanted, handed my briefs to her so that she could inhale them, too. I was rapidly discovering that mum didn't like to be left out of anything and if her husband was goiug to have a good sniff of their son's underpants, then so was she. "Fuck her hard, dad," I said, as mum somehow managed to keep her balance as she continued to suck me off while simultaneously breathing in the odour of my midriff that that clinged to my sweat-laden briefs as dad upped the pressure on her steaming pussy, "she's loving it." Indeed she was and so was dad. Almost before I had finished speaking, dad screwed up his eyes, threw back his head and gasped as he shot his load deep in mum's pussy. Spurt after spurt hurtled from his balls and along his thick shaft before discharging them deep in my birthplace. Seconds later, mum let out a low guttursl moan as she orgasmed with dad still deep inside her. At the other end, my own cock felt like it was on fire, buried still in mum's hot wet mouth and ready to burst into flames at any second. As dad pulled his sated cock from mum's cunt, I felt my balls start to constrict as they bubbled up, my shoulders shook and my body tingled with the thrill of my approaching orgasm as I realised that my own explosion was now just a few moments away. "Oh yeah, mum and dad, I'm gonna cum!" I cried as I rocked back and forth on my football-playing legs and mum let my cock fall out of her mouth so that she and dad could watch their own son spewing forth his load, beaming with parental pride as they did so. The first spurt shot out like an express train emerging from a tunnel, a long hot ribbon of creamy white incestuous sperm which landed fairly and squarely on mum's face. I had seen facial cumshots in the films I watched with Brian but never in a million years had I ever expected that I would be allowed to dump a very full load of my own spunk on my beautiful mother's face. "Oh yes, baby," mum cried, slinging my pants back onto the bed with a quick flick of her hand and looking upwards with an expectant look on her face, "cover me with it. Shoot it all over me." "Yeah," said dad, "your mum's a real spunk queen, she can never get enough." Dad didn't really need to tell me that, the evidence of my hot sticky cum flayed out across mum's face spoke for itself. Dad's spunk was seeping out of mum's pussy as my own continued to rain down over her nose, cheeks and mouth. Surely I would wake up in a moment and realise, to my chagrin, that this had all been a dream, wonderful as it was? But no! I didn't even need to pinch myself to realise that this was no wet dream like those I'd had in the early days of my adolescence. My parents and I have always been close but even in my wildest imaginations, I could never have envisaged getting as exceptionally close as this. Mum and dad's bedroom had taken on, not surprisingly, a very strong and very pleasurable smell of rampant hardcore sex, proving that I was very much awake and taking part in not one but several acts of supreme love played out with the two people I loved and cared about more than life itself. "Oh fuck!" I continued to scream as my ejaculation continued, the jets of my love cream spewing forth one after the other in rapid succession. Dad smiled as he watched me discharging the snow-white flakes through my piss hole while mum lifted her face to take as much of my cream as she could, opening her mouth to swallow the third and final helpings while dad collapsed into the armchair to get his breath back. A smile of paternal pride on his face as he watched me, his horny loving son, in the throes of my seismic orgasm, shooting my load all over his wife. Caught in the Act Ch. 02 "Oh sweetheart," mum said, when the last drops had drained my balls of their entire contents, "that was wonderful. Look at me, I'm absolutely smothered. You have certainly inherited our love of sex, my darling son." "With parents like you, mum and dad, that's hardly surprising," I replied, lowering my head to kiss her on the lips and tasting the remains of my own spunk as I snaked my tongue into her mouth. "This has been the most wonderful afternoon, beats sitting in that shitty office with all those boring old farts." "Much better," said mum, "and before you start feeling guilty again, if at all, we want you to know that this very special relationship we now have is all quite natural, it's only the ignoramuses of this world who frown on incest. They don't seem to realise that keeping it in the family is borne out of true love for each other." "I realise that, mum," I said, "and I can assure you, I ain't feeling guilty at all. I felt a bit odd at first but you soon put me at my ease and I wouldn't have missed this for the world." "Good, sweetheart," mum replied, "your dad and I are so pleased to hear that, aren't we, honey?" "Sure fucking are," said dad without hestitation, "and from now on, son," he continued, beaming benevolently at me, "you are free to join us any time you like. Don't forget that, will you?" "I sure fucking won't, dad," I replied, my cock deflating in my hand as I broke the kiss with mum and drew myself back up to my full height, looking down proudly to see the very full mess I had left on mum's face, leaving her pretty features temporarily disfigured. "I should hope not," said mum, rolling over onto her back on the bed and making no attempt to wipe the goo from her face, "and we ain't finished yet." "Sure haven't, honey," my father said from the comfort of the cosy chair in which he had deposited his round muscular arse, "now that you've seen what has to be done, how d'you fancy giving your mum a really good seeing to? She's on the pill still so there's no fear of knocking her up." "I'd like that, dad," I said, "and as far as all the nay-sayers are concerned, they can think what they fucking well like." "Too fucking right they can," said dad in a firm tone that was both concise and clear. I was really looking forward to my premiere fuck of mum's pussy but I needed to freshen up a bit first, plus I very much needed a drink. "We all need to freshen up," mum said, when I voiced my feelings and having rested sufficiently with mum suddenly springing back to life and bouncing back on the bed. "There's plenty of time for you to fuck me, sweetheart. Why don't we all go and have a shower together, then have some liquid refreshment? Then we can carry on sucking and fucking the rest of the day away together. It's Saturday tomorrow and none of us have to get up for work so we can carry on all night until we drop." "Sounds good to me, mum," I said, tingling at the thought of several more hours of non-stop taboo sex. "Me, too," said dad, standing up. "And, if you play your cards right, son, we can fuck each other's arses, too." That hadn't occurred to me but I was so horny still, I was eager to try anything. Mum took my hand with her right and dad's in her left and then the three of us walked naked to the bathroom, mum's tits swaying from side to side as were mine and dad's cocks and balls while our three pairs of buttocks rubbed together at the tops of our legs. A fly on the wall would be having a field day, that was for sure. The shower unit was big enough for all of us and we stepped in, mum turning on the jets and we began to soap each other down, enjoying the feel of our hands on each other's bodies as we stroked and fondled our cocks, balls, asses and mum's tits and pussy. Dad and I were soon hard again, another feeling of pride overwhelming me at the prospect of treating both my parents to our very first incestuous fuckings. The night was ours and it beckoned excitingly ...