0 comments/ 5158 views/ 0 favorites Beginnings Ch. 01 By: KGFC *this is our 1st story so we hope that you people like it ^_^. This story is my (Johnny's) point of view of the beginnings of our sexy relationship. Send us feedback on what you think about this story and what u want us to write about* Ok, so this is like really crazy. I never pictured myself to be going out with Katelin. She just never seemed like the person to want to fuck me the way she does now. It is all because of our friend Victoria. Not that I'm blaming her, more like thanking her (even though she still doesn't approve of us and goes psycho-bitch on me all the time). I updated my status saying "I just found like $130 bucks from graduation... AWSOME!!" and everyone wanted some money. Victoria commented, saying "I'll give you Katelin-Slave (our group's nickname for her) for a week if you give me $10." Over the next couple weeks, we agreed on a final deal of me keeping Katelin for a month at my house if I gave her $110. In my head I was thinking I highly doubt that Victoria's gonna let me have Katelin for a month... but what if she does? I started thinking about Katelin more, mostly thoughts of fucking her. I then noticed that Katelin was online, and I know that she doesn't really talk about sex and stuff, so I decided to talk to her. It was this convo that started everything. "Hola Kaitlin-Slave" "Hi Mexican't" (my nickname for our group) "lol I'm bored" "same here" "lol great, now I'm stuck with you for a month. I'm gonna die" "yes, die of pleasure =D" "now I'm really gonna die" See, Kaitlin isn't really a girl that talks about sex or is comfortable talking about it/ hearing people talk about it. So I'm laughing as I'm talking to her. "great. And I can't run away either. Darn." "don't worry Kaitlin-Slave, u'll enjoy the next month, I'll make sure of that =D" "ok :D" "u'll enjoy the month of my $5 foot long =D" "lol :D" "u know ur gonna enjoy the month" "yeah..." "ur just dying on the inside" "nooo im not dying, at least not yet..." "yes you are" "nooo" "you can't wait for that month" "no... yes... maybe... yes" "so u admit it!" "no... yes... fine!" Lmfao I can't believe this! Kaitlin is actually excited for the next month. This is gonna be fun. Time to get some info out of Kaitlin I thought. "this will make the month more interesting =D" "lol :D" "so slave, what part of the month will you enjoy the most?" "hmmm idk" "tell me =D" "Fine you and your $5 foot long lolololololololol jk" "excellent =D what else are you looking forward to?" "lol wow Johnny ;D" "well... answer me =D" "lol what else is there?" "everything!" "oh lol ok :)" "so what else?? You still didn't answer me" "everything?" At the moment, I was thinking wow, it's really hard to get info out of her. "be specific =D" "you being my master for a month, etc. there's a lot more, but I don't feel like writing all that cause im on facebook mobile. That's why im taking so long to respond" "tell me! I don't care how long it takes =D" "can I say everything? Cuz im too lazy to write all the stuff we could do..." "too bad, do it =D" "omg really? My thumbs are going to be so numb" "don't worry, everything else during the month will be numb, now TYPE =D" "we can play video games, you can do slave stuff to me, me running away (lol jk) and you doing whatever you want to me cause I can't think of anything else. Lol wow XD" "what kind of slave stuff?" I think I'm getting closer "whatever masters do to their slaves. What would you enjoy during the month??" "hey! I am the master here, I ask the questions! Now answer my question =D" "no, ur not the master yet, not until you give Victoria the money and whenever the month begins. I don't even know the month ur going to do it" "well too bad, answer this question and I will answer yours." "well idk my tiny little slave-brain isn't working today, how many letters does it have?" "no hints!" "damn it!! The pleasure!!" Success! I've broken her! Let's see how far I can go now. "lololol the pleasure of what?" "your $5 foot long. Now answer my question" "fine, after you answer one last question- what's my $5 foot long doing?" "omg do I really have to explain it? Im sure you already know what im about to say..." "yes, but I want to hear you say it!" "fine, did you mean sex?" "idk do i?" "I would never do it with you" "sure you won't" "now answer my question- what would you enjoy during the month?" "taking your virginity =D" "ok lol :D anything else?" "having sex with you for a month =D" "lol is that it or is there more?" "eating ur pussy =D" "LMFAO is there more?" Whoa! She's not being all awkward about this convo? This is new... and different... "ur enjoying this aren't you? And making you give me a blowjob =D" "lol yea, maybe just a little. I have a feeling this will take all day" "yep, anyways, there's also 69's =D" "lolololol yepz :D" "and anal sex =D" "lol ok" Does she even know that these things are??? "do u like butt sex?" "lol I guess as long as it's not painful" "don't worry, I'll make sure it doesn't hurt. There's also titti sex =D" "lolololololol ok ;D" "u'd like titti sex wouldn't you?" "that seems fine to me ;) LMAO" "let's see, what else is there to do..." "idk" "what sex positions do you want to be in?" "hmm I would say all of them, but probably butt sex" "is that your favorite?" "yeah" "sexy, anyways, what other positions would you like to be in?" "yep ;) and what other ones are there? Just give me a list and I'll choose my favorite ones from it" "ok then... butt sex, titti sex, 69, doggie style, missionary, cowgirl sex, blowjob, handjob, pussy eating, tit sucking, standing sex... and that's all I can think of rite now" "titti and 69" "that's it?" "ok, umm standing sex and tit sucking" This is such a turn on, I never even thought she would ever say this to me. "sexy, there's also some piss games, u interested?" "yeah a little" Turn on ^_^ "what piss games are you interested in?" "what games are there?" "hmm... me pissing on ur tits, me/u drinking ur piss, you pissing on yourself, me pissing on you, you pissing on things,... I guess that's it" "eew, drinking piss, that's disgusting! I'll go with u pissing on my tits." "ok, so... what do you do to please urself?" "what do you mean?" "masturbation =D" "i never really masturbated before..." "not even once?" "I might have, I just don't remember..." (I later found out that she used to masturbate more than I thought she ever would) "so im guessing u've never had an orgasm either" "no I don't think I have" "then I can't wait to give you your 1st orgasm =D" "ok :D" "so do u own any sex toys?" If she does, I'll be really surprised "lol noo but I want some" "go to the back left corner in Spencer's in the mall, they have a lot of sex toys there =D but have u used any before?" "no that's why I want some and you would know where they are lol" "so what sex toys would you like to have?" Does she know their names? "hmm I only know like 1, I don't remember the names" "lol there's vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, I can't remember the rest lol" "oh right, lol dildos and vibrators... omfg my phone just vibrated it was so loud and violent" "lol that's what a vibrator does to ur pussy, but instead of scaring you, it will please you. So which one is ur favorite?" "vibrator lol" "sexy" "ikr!! Freaking sexy ;) This is gonna be one long month :)" Ok, now to get even more personal. "so... how big are your yum yums? =D" (my nickname for her boobs) "omg Johnny, and they're big lololololol" "how big? Lolol" "big, hmm how should I put this, really big lolololol" "lol gimme letters and numbers =D" "36C" "are you lying???" "nooooo... why would I lie?" "idk u just seem like you'd lie to me lol" OMFG did she really just tell me her bra size??? I can't believe she actually told me!! ^_^ "I never lie... ok sometimes I do, but im not lying about that" "lol ok I believe you" This is a really big turn on ^_^ let's see what else I can get out of her surprisingly sexy little mind. "so what does ur pussy look like?" "of course you would think of that, and how do I describe that?" "idk, it's ur pussy, just tell me about it" "lol it's kinda hairy" (but she's really not that hairy at all lolol) "how hairy from a scale of 1-10" "5 or 6" (it's actually like 1-2) "k, have u shaved before?" "yeah, but not in a while" "why not? =D" "lolololol idk I'll do it tomorrow" "lol ok, describe more plz" "lol a large opening, kinda small pussy..." (it's a really nice pussy :P) "lol how large is the opening?" Wow, I never thought that I'd hear Kaitlin would be telling me what her pussy looks like... this is a really sexy convo. ^_^ "large ;)" "how large is large? =D" "like 3-4 inches lol" "very sexy =D" "lol I know" "so have u ever put anything in ur pussy before?" "no I was going to, but I never did" "what were you gonna put in your pussy?" "lol I wish it was a dildo or vibrator, but no, it was a small hairbrush I have ;)" "sexy =D have you ever fingered yourself before?" "kinda like a while ago" (and by kinda she means A LOT :P I found that out later though) "did it feel good? Lol" "haha yea, I guess" "lol is your pussy wet?" "yeah, a little" Yes!! This is perfect!! Weird talking to her like this, but still so sexy. "sexy, finger urself, rite now =D" "really lol alright" Ok, now I feel accomplished! I just got her masturbating again. ^_^ "lol" "pulling down my shorts, pulling down my underwear,... lolol" "sexy. Are your nipples hard?" "yeah a little bit" "sexy, go get ur hairbrush and put it in your pussy" "lol ok ;D" Again, I feel accomplished. ^_^ to be continued... *i hope u guys liked this story, i know i did ^_^ we'll be posting the rest of our convo soon* Beginnings Ch. 01 For the second time in 10 minutes I caught myself glancing in the mirror situated on the wall nearby. I shook my head quickly, laughing inwardly at my desire to appear casual & carefree when in reality I was more nervous than I had been in a long time. Picking up my glass, I took a sip and gazed around the bar at the crowd, willing my nerves to disappear. A man in his 30s smiled engagingly at me and indicated he wished to join me. Declining his offer politely, I moved my gaze to the outside street and saw him making his way through the hotel lobby. My breath caught in my throat & I felt my cheeks flush with excitement. This was the effect that he had on me and he was seemingly oblivious to it. Quite maddening really. As he entered the crowded bar I caught his eye & waved. He grinned his gorgeous grin and made his way through the throng to join me at our table in the corner. "Hi spunky" His standard greeting made me smile & I stood to kiss his cheek. He smelt alluring, something slightly woodsy with a hint of musk. It made me want to explore where else this scent was and I couldn't help but hope it was situated under his blue shirt. "Tony..you came" I had been delighted when he had been able to meet up on such short notice. It was rare that I got into the city & even rarer to be child free. He left to get drinks & I watched (ok drooled) as he walked away. Years of sport showed in his thick, muscular thighs & his jeans hugged his arse perfectly. It was an arse that made me squirm in my seat. I had wanted to feel it in my hands for months, to bite it & lick it & thoroughly explore it. My breathing grew a little ragged at the thought and my eyes travelled up his broad back to his thick dark hair. Hmmmm a girl could easily get distracted watching this man. Returning with drinks in hand, we made small talk for a while before our usual flirty banter came into play. I couldn't help but grin. How I loved this funny man, one of my closest confidants. And here I was ..about to put that relationship to the ultimate test & cross the line. Reaching my hand to cover his, I looked him in the eye & uttered the words I had wanted to say to him for so long.. "Baby, I want you to come upstairs". The look on his face was surprise but not shock or horror. It was almost as if he had wanted to hear the words but wasn't quite sure that he had. I leaned over and kissed his cheek before whispering in his ear "I want you". He pulled away to get a good look at my face, waiting for the punchline so I thought I should make my intention crystal clear. Leaning into him I kissed his full lips, running my tongue lightly over them before catching his bottom lip between my teeth and sucking lightly. The effect was immediate. His lips parted and sought mine, his tongue flickering into my mouth and seeking its mate. I surrendered myself to this oral exploration and danced my tongue across his as my hands moved to run lightly across his chest before entwining in his hair. Minutes passed but it could have been seconds or even years. The kiss was so hypnotic that I didn't want to break away but knew I already had my answer to the question. He was going to be mine, even if it was just for a few hours. I pulled away and took his hand before standing. We made our way quickly to the elevator, my hand held in his & our breathing uneven. As the elevator arrived to take us to the 19th floor, a family exited, giving us an empty space for a few moments. I swiped my card & pushed the button but didn't wait for the door to close. Moving quickly I pushed him gently into the side of the cubicle and ran my tongue up his neck then licked and sucked gently on the flesh. My hands skimmed over his stomach making him gasp before they made their way to the buttons on his shirt. I moved my exploring mouth to the spot just beneath his ear & swirled my tongue firmly along the area, following it with firm kisses as I undid the first 3 buttons with my trembling fingers. He groaned and pulled me closer to him as my fingers explored the top of his chest, tangling in the hair, nails raking across the skin. I could feel him growing hard against my stomach which sent delightful quivers straight to my already heated core. The ping of the door opening drew us apart but knowing privacy of my room was only a few feet away was so enticing. As I closed the motel door behind me I heard him speak "Nic, we..I; what?" I cut him off with a shake of my head. "No words" I didn't want him to question this, just enjoy it. My mouth sought his again and his hands were on my hips pulling me closer. I pushed into him, feeling his heat, his strength & I let out a small moan. My fingers quickly undid the remaining buttons of his shirt and I all but ripped it from his body. Bending my knees I turned my attention from his mouth to his chest. My tongue flickered across his body and my fingers grazed each nipple ever so slightly. Hardening instantly at my tough they almost seemed to beg for attention. My hot wet tongue danced across the puckered offering, licking it lightly at first before kissing it firmly, twirling my tongue around the points. My hand moved to the opposite one, twisting it gently in my fingers and tugging it in time to mimic the sucking motion I was giving to the opposite side. My own nipples were rock hard and I knew that I had to explore every inch of this sexy man right now. I moved my free hand to the buckle of his belt and started to free it. His hands moved mine and he quickly undid it and began to unbutton the denim. I swatted his hand away. This was my prize, my reward..I called the shots & he was about to find out that I had a rather unusual dominant streak. I tugged his nipple hard and bit on the other. Not enough to injure but enough to make him gasp loudly. I stood back and started at him. His mouth was open and he was panting..the rock hard tent in his pants showed me what I already knew. He looked at me, his dark eyes penetrating mine and I smiled. Without breaking eye contact I reached behind me & unzipped my dress. The silky purple material fell at my feet & I stood before him wearing a deep red bra with matching thong. My creamy white flesh made the striking contrast & I saw his eyes grow bigger..so did something else. Taking his hand I lead him into the bedroom. He removed his shoes quickly before I took over. I dropped to my knees in front of him and finished unbuttoning his jeans. Tugging them down slowly I greedily licked and nipped at his upper thighs, careful not to touch his straining cock that was barely contained in black briefs. Removing his pants & socks, I ran my fingers up the inside of his thighs, following with my tongue. Leaning in I breathed hot moist air on his cock through the cotton before skimming my tongue ever so slightly over the tip. It jerked beneath my touch and I laughed with delight. Repeating the process I felt Tony twist his hands in my hair, not guided or taking over, it was more like his silent way of begging for more, for release. I pulled the material away and pushed it to the floor. His thick tool sprang at my face and my tongue licked greedily at the droplet of pre cum oozing from the tip. His flesh was hot and so hard. Trying to keep my control I let my tongue dance lightly over him, lapping at the flesh but quickly moving to a different place. His hips began to thrust, trying to get more and I pushed him onto the bed. Moving swiftly I spread his thighs and buried my nose against the base of his cock & starting lapping at his balls. I opened my mouth and sucked them gently, running my tongue over them & popping them in and out of my mouth. My fingers lightly ran up his thighs again before I slid them across to tease the space between his heavy balls and his tight little hole. I let his ball slip from my mouth and started licking firmly up his shaft as my thumb started rubbing more insistently on his skin and my index finger began to brush his puckered opening. He was moaning loudly now & was lost in the new sensations. My left hand grabbed his cock and I started stroking him while my mouth planted wet kisses on the underside of the thick head. I ran my tongue up to the tip and swirled my tongue into the tiny slit before taking his throbbing flesh into my mouth. Sucking firmly I took him deep into my throat, feeling each hot inch as he raised his hips. My thong was getting soaked as I sucked and licked him harder & deeper. I could tell by his movements & noises that he was getting close. I removed him from my mouth and he whimpered. "Not yet baby" I whispered and leant back. He watched through heavy lidded eyes as I sucked on my finger. I crawled a little further up the bed and found his mouth. Kissing his lips with passion I kept up the stroking motion on his throbbing cock. His tongue felt incredible against mine and I surrendered myself to his kiss. Pushing my breasts into his chest, I straddled his thigh so he could feel the reaction I was having to him. He raised his thigh to push against my wet mound and I began to rock against him. There was so much of this man that I wanted, no, needed to explore but my body wasn't interested in that. It just wanted him; right then and there. He sensed the change in mine intentions and acted upon in. His hands quickly removing my bra, he moved beneath me so my breasts were in line with his mouth. I felt his tongue biting at my nipple gently, and tugging firmly on the other.. mimicking the actions I had done to him. My body felt like it was on fire and he continued to tease & pleasure me. I grabbed his head and pulled him away before I lost control. I tugged off my thong and moved to straddle him. I could feel his pulsing cock at the entrance of my slick wet opening & I lowered myself slowly, revelling in every single inch. Tonys hands covered my breasts and I leant into him for another one of his mind jolting kisses. He thrust up hard at the same time that I drove my tongue deep into his mouth. I nearly screamed with the exquisite shock rolling through my body. He was pinching my nipples hard as I started to bounce up and down, rocking slightly in my motion to create the perfect friction. I ran my hands over his chest and thighs, wanting to touch all of him, to memorise each inch. I increased my pace, sliding up higher so he was almost out of me before slamming down onto him. He matched my movements and we were in perfect rhythm. Our tongues never stopped exploring each others as our tempo increased. I could feel the wetness coating both of us and my nipples were painfully hard beneath his touch. It was mind blowing and my body knew it. I began to grind on him and he moved his hands to my hips to hold me as he bucked up into me. Harder and faster we moved, his cock driving into my soaked pussy over and over. I threw my head back as my body started to twitch; I was so close to the edge but didn't want this ride to ever end. My fingers moved to his nipples and I pinched them as hard as he was with mine and the result for both of us was immediate. Our movements became frenzied, he was driving up into me and I was grinding and bucking hard. Then it hit ..the prickling heat danced through my body and with a scream I fell over the edge and coated him with all of my juice as I quivered and screamed. I felt him drive deep & hard before his roar in my ear, his hot seed filling me over and over again. We both seemed to pulse forever before we fell slackened in each others arms. Fighting for breath & willing the spots to disappear from before my eyes I looked at the man beneath me. My friend had just become my lover. Beginnings Ch. 01 All characters are 18+. ***** I've looked hard to find a starting point - some event that precipitated what followed - but for all my mental struggles, it remains a mystery. Not that I don't like a good mystery sometimes. I even kind of like this one. Now there's plenty of you who will say 'oh, it's obvious then' when I tell you that I made the decision to become a nudist some three years ago when my son, my Crispin - ok, Chris, as he prefers - was just coming up for his sixteenth birthday. But that really isn't the case. It wasn't until just a few weeks ago that the precipitation started, and he's well past eighteen now. Let me explain more. I'm an average woman (I firmly believe), in that I'm short enough (a little over five-three), light enough (nine stone) and plain enough (mousy brown hair, shoulder length and rather wispy). I don't stand out in a crowd but there again, I don't send little kiddies running away screaming that they've just seen an ugly old hag. Even when I'm on a period. I've never married which might be a little unusual for some, but it's never bothered me in any way. I was very young when I became pregnant with Crispin - Chris - and maybe that diverted me from mainstream attention. But it seriously never concerned me. I'm only thirty-four just now, so as our American cousins like to say, you do the math. I missed out on the tail end of my teens and all that might have entailed, while busy feeding and looking after a screaming toddler. It didn't bother me back then and nor does it concern me now. I only have to look around at some of my erstwhile neighbours who are around my age to see them not long into the feeding, clothing, cleaning up sick (and worse) stage with their kids, and many of them are on their second or third husbands. My boy will be going to university this coming summer and I will have my lovely little house all to myself for the foreseeable future. No sharing, no fuss, no bother - and no clothes (for me, at least). Crispin and I might have spent close on two decades together but nothing out of the ordinary exists between us. Or rather it didn't - but more of that in due course. I've always been just his ordinary-enough mother - a sticking plaster putter-onner, a food provider, a cleaner, a shopper and a home-maker. He's always been a 'typical' son - a knee-scraper, a gannet, a mess-maker, faddish about food and clothes, and a home-wrecker. The latter being a description of his physical regard to the house and nothing to do with relationships. The naturism thing was met with typical male reactions - lots of stares, lots of erections despite me being his mother, and lots of teasing. I'm not stupid enough not to realise that the sight of a naked woman would get him staring, but it didn't bother me at the start and doesn't bother me now. My boy got used to the situation quickly enough, and got used to new rules about the house with the same alacrity. I knew he'd look. I knew it would excite at first and I knew he would sometimes think of me when he was doing what all teenage males seem to do with alarming frequency and a worrying amount of stress that they must place on their wrists. Naturism is all about natural reactions and I was prepared for everything - even if the early frequency of erections seemed slightly disproportionate. But it passed as I knew - fervently hoped - it would. I was blasé about everything, treating it as a natural state, and very careful not to allow others knowledge of what happened chez me. One of the strictest rules was that my habit - or rather lack of habit - would not become a talking point between my son and his friends which (with slight surprise) he seemed to manage for the longest time. Other rules included 'no touching' (even hugs or kisses goodbye), 'no visible masturbating', 'no phones or sly photographs', 'no sudden appearances of friends', 'no joining me in an unclothed state', and 'no pins'. The latter was added to the original list after a certain young man left an opened box of said items on the sofa one evening - by accident, he assures me - and ended up breaking rule two on request when I needed him to dab ointment on some very sore pin-pricks. Neither my initial nudity - nor the TCP application - represent the starting points of the recent chain of events, though. Of that I am sure. For more than two years, after the initial 'exercises' for eyes and a hand, Crispin and I lived a harmonious asexual way and even the teasing became infrequent. His last 'witticism' had been the application of a poster next to his bedroom doorframe a few weeks after his eighteenth birthday. The frame was marked indelibly to indicate his rising height alongside his rising age. The poster had similar 'notches' against age, but for a woman's nipples - descending over time. It was hard not to laugh as I got him to remove the offending item. Perhaps it was shortly after that when things truly started to occur. As I've said, my nudity became the norm. Gone were the days when my son would trail around after me with one hand surreptitiously trying to disguise - or play with - a bulge in his shorts or pyjamas. There were no more attempted - and 'forgetful' - goodbye hugs, and no more 'accidental' bumping into me. Thing had become so natural and normal that I never even noticed the return of the rogue erections at first. I was cleaning the kitchen floor tiles when it first became apparent, so to speak. Being on all fours provides you with an unusual view of the world and all things in it - which is perhaps why dogs and cats don't walk upright. It also means that you shuffle around with your butt in the air. Much later, Crispin admitted to me that it was that particular view which reminded his libido that there was a naked woman just a few feet in front of him - and more recently, admitted that it was a certain pussy (his word, not mine) that sent the blood pouring into his teenage member. A member that I turned abruptly at one point to see bulging in his soccer shorts, not two feet from my slightly upturned eyes. "Crispin!" It was all I could think to say. I remember him swearing at that point - an unusual event in itself at home - and he backed off fast, both hands trying to disguise the tent. "I'm sorry!" I stood up as quickly as I could and stared down at his hands. "Sorry! I should frigging think so!" My mind was confused - suddenly and terribly. This was not something I had considered for many a long month, but there was something else as well. "Mum, I wasn't looking for it... meaning it..." "Shut up," I said, softly, a daze lurking behind my words, eyes and brain, "But tell me, is this a one-off thing or have you started to look again? To be a freaky teen again?" His eyes widened enough to tell me the answer. "it's just-" "You mean 'yes', don't you?" I should have felt enraged but... but there was something stirring inside me, something that was horrifying me. My mouth didn't seem at all fazed, though. "You've been staring at my tits a lot, haven't you? And my snatch." I paused and looked into his skittering eyes, shocked at my mouth but now interested to see what it had to say next - perhaps it knew more than my brain, "Have you been having sexual thoughts about me again? Has my nakedness started to excite you like it did when you were a guileless teen?" "Mum! I'm sorry, I'm really, really- " It was the next words that sent alarm bells clanging through my lagging brain, "It's okay." "It's...what?" I had no idea where these new thoughts were coming from - all revelatory to me - but my mouth seemed to know what it was doing and with the greatest effort imaginable, my mind sat back to enjoy the show, "I said, it's okay. I imagine I was displaying a lot to you, a young man now with no girlfriend for the last three months... I'm sure you have needs as well as me." "But... what?" It came coursing through me then in the face of Crispin's confusion. I was - had been for ages - horny, and here was a young man who found the sight of me, of my naked body, arousing. Yes, he was my own flesh and blood - but we were male and female, and the door to the outside world was firmly closed. We had needs. So what if 'society' disapproves of such sentiments? Nature, Mother Nature in this case, was much stronger and denial was pointless. "Needs," my clear-minded mouth said, "Naturism is all about natural reactions, so how could I blame you for your reaction now? Perhaps... no, definitely... I find it... complimentary. " Crispin was shaking his head - in disbelief more than denial - it seemed, "But you're my-" "Yes, and I'm a woman - a naked woman. Is that bulge a lie? Do you find me attractive right now? As a woman?" Perhaps I was waiting for his defences to drop. If I had been, I was rewarded. "Attractive? You're fu... frigging gorgeous!" He ploughed on then, ignoring my denials, "You're so fit and... gorgeous, and yeah, I can see everything and yeah. It gets me excited now and I have no idea why it hasn't every day for years and... and... if you weren't my-" "Forget who I am. Right this second I'm just a woman." He shook his head but said anyway, "I adore the way you look! It's more than this," he roughly cupped the front of his shorts, "Yeah, you get me hard again - loads of times lately - and I always follow the rules still, always go off to my room to..." "Think of me when you play with that thing in there?" "Yeah! I admit it, I do!" "So," I said, committed already, my juices starting to flow harder than any amount of denial could obliterate, "If I tore up the rulebook, which would you break first?" My son's eyes widened and I could see the realisation of what I was really saying dawn as clear as the sun from the moon, "All of them at once," he managed. "Even the friends things? Even the pins?" "No way do my fu..." "Say it if you want to - no rules now." "My fucking friends are out of the picture! And no pins anywhere!" "Good about the friends," I nodded, feeling deep down that he had just passed some sort of test, "But maybe a prick is what I need..." My brain gasped louder than my boy, but it was he who made the first move. "So I can touch you at last?" "I think that would be a fine idea," I managed. He closed the gap between us fast, his hands rising to cup my bare breasts. I'm not sure who moaned loudest when his palms closed over my hard nipples, but I was sold and committed from that second. "Now the other rules," I panted. He took a halting step back and plucked at the hem of his shirt, "This?" I nodded then, "All of it." He didn't hesitate again until his shorts when he looked up at me, "Even these?" "Oh, yes," I heard myself say, "We're all adults here, aren't we? And it would only be fair to see how aroused I make you." I looked down then, and watched it happen. My little boy was a fully grown man now, and his little penis was now a perfect, smooth cock. It was thick, heavy, and it's purple head was bulging through his foreskin - and I barely startled myself when I breathed a heartfelt sigh and said, quite simply, "I want it." "But-" I put a finger against his lips and with my other hand grasped his hot member, "Well, do you want me that much?" "You mean..." he managed around my finger. "Yes, I do. I need it." And I did right then, right there. I needed it. Crispin took over, pushing us, stumbling through to the living room where my shoulders soon met the sofa's cushions. My legs had spread naturally as I fell back and I turned my knees even further out, disbelieving even as I knew what I was offering. My boy almost dived on top of me, the head of his rampant cock against the very top of my right thigh. My hands shot down between our bodies and met his as they fumbled with his member, searching for my hot opening, And then it engaged, the heavy head of my boy's cock aligned perfectly with my already pouting vaginal lips. He started to say something about me being sure, a question and one I answered with a gentle buck of my hips, his engorged cock slipping an inch inside me, inside the very heart of my womanhood. In a moment I will never forget for all eternity, I felt the slight resistance of my muscles against that thick member's head - and their relaxation as he penetrated further. And further. His neck was arched back and I pulled his head down until our eyes locked. I gave a slight smile, the faintest of nods, and then a delighted gasp as he started to move inside me. I let go of his head and grasped the muscles in his butt, pulling him as deeply into me as I could, matching his gentle thrust with a more urgent one of my own. I licked my lips as I let out another soft moan and I cocked my head to one side. Crispin's eyes widened as he looked down at my lips and he got my message. Somehow, amid everything else, even though my boy's hard cock was starting to piston inside me, his hands caressing and pinching at my breasts - it was the moment he kissed me that was the most intimate few seconds of my entire existence. I almost hate to admit it, but when our tongues touched, locked, I cried joy into his mouth as the first climax of the many to follow coursed through me. My boy was almost nineteen but no expert in sexual matters yet. At first he thought he'd hurt me and was starting to apologise when my happy laughter stopped him and we began to kiss again. Then he started to pull away, telling me he was close to cumming, but when I grasped him closer, my hands and then legs holding him tight to me, he needed no more telling. "Come on then," I smiled, "Or should that just be 'cum'?" His eyes widened, but his lips matched mine as a joyous smile spread across his face, his speed accelerating jerkily. He started to say 'Oh fuck' over and over and I nodded, laughing. "Oh yes, baby, fuck me, fill me." Obviously I knew what was about to happen from his point of view, but when I first felt him stiffen and even swell inside me, when the first jet of my boy's spunk sprayed the walls of my very womanhood, my spirits soared and I realised that another climax was soaring towards me, building inexorably inside. Oh, it hit hard. Every muscle spasmed, every nerve lit up, and a wailing cry poured from my shocked, delighted mouth, It started as they always do, deep in my belly, but this one came in waves, endless waves, unbridled joy hammering me, my back arching, my hips thrusting hard against Crispin's. Seconds turned to minutes and I was gasping for breath as the tsunami washed through me. Deep inside me, my son's cock had long since finished spurting his juices amongst my own, but he was still hard and he still rocked with me, milking my orgasm. I could scarcely believe its intensity or duration, and I held him, clasped him, as tightly as I could, my bare breasts squashed against his chest, our legs entwined, his mouth finding mine. It didn't just switch off, either, as many climaxes are wont to do, but faded slowly with delicious new tastes and experiences felt and gleaned along the way. I have no idea how long it - they? - lasted, but eventually we were still, panting aside, and locked together in the most intimate way imaginable. After a gentle cough or two, I found my voice. "I needed that." From that moment to this day, a new confidence was born in my son, "Me too," he panted, a half-laugh escaping him, "You have no idea how long I've dreamed of doing that." "Not too disappointing then?" "Beyond my wildest dreams." I nodded, "If I'd known you could make me climax like that we would have started years ago!" "Do women always cum that hard when they get just what they want?" "This one never has," I told him, "But there again, maybe I've never before had just what I want." "What made you change your mind about everything? I shrugged, "Dunno. Honestly. But I'm just glad I did. Are you?" He laughed then, his cock stirring inside me, "As long as you tell me that wasn't a one-off thing." I looked up into his earnest young eyes and smiled, "Merely the first time." "Can we start on a second already?" I gave a pretend sigh, "If you must. Only this time, suck on my tits a bit, would you? And I promise I'll try to keep the noise down." "I will, but don't bother trying. I rather like the wolf impression." I laughed, "So get fucking this wolfy bitch then!" And he did. It happened more times in the nest week than I can count - and I'm still not sure that it was the start of the rollercoaster of events that followed. Perhaps it was a conversation that happened a few weeks later - a few weeks ago now. We had been enjoying our seemingly regular 'wake-up fuck', and while my climax that day was nothing so spectacular as the first ever one with Crispin's cock spurting inside me, it was very satisfying. I was astride him, staring down into his happy face, our mingled juices staining yet another sheet on my bed. "I take it you enjoyed pouring your seed into me as usual?" "How many more times," he said, "You are the fuck of the century." "I'll take that as a foul-mouthed compliment - but a very welcome one. Seriously though, don't you ever imagine trying anything else?" I was genuinely interested to see what thoughts lurked in my son's brain. He leaned up in a move that I would have paid a gym instructor a small fortune if he could get me to be able to do it, and kissed my right nipple, "I think we must have covered every position in the Kama Sutra, volumes one through twenty." I shivered at his touch and laughed, "Twenty-one after last night - ouch, by the way, my knees aren't supposed to go in those directions - but I was actually thinking more about where we were geographically, that sort of thing." "Well..." I had a Kate Bush moment (a little Kick Inside) and knew that my boy had an idea, "Out with it then. You never know what might be possible." He shrugged, "True. Especially given where my cock is right now." He continued when I gave him a chuckle of acknowledgment. "You like a bit of risk, don't you?" "Nothing too serious where me and you are concerned." "Understood. I was just wondering more about the... sort of... exposure side of things." I looked down at him, wondering where this was going, "The risk of being caught exposed, you mean?" He nodded, "That sort of thing..." I gave a little whimper as I felt him stiffening more deep inside me, "Well whatever this 'sort of' thing is, you certainly seem to like the idea. Tell me more, or I get off now." Crispin laughed and grabbed my hips, holding me firmly where I was - not that I really thought I could have made myself get up anyway just then, "I mean 'sort of' like maybe 'accidentally' letting one of my mates see you like this..." "Let one of them see me fucking-" "No! Just... maybe letting one catch you as you're dressed now..." Relieved light dawned, "Letting one of them just 'accidentally' see me naked, you mean?" "It's just a thought, and you did ask..." "Not the first time you've thought of it, is it? Judging by how excited you already are." "I can't help it, mum. I look at you and think how lucky I am and how any one of them would go nuts if they saw your gorgeous tits all naked!" I rocked slightly, understanding - and loving - the fact that he was already fit to fuck again, "One of your friends only, and purely 'by accident'?" "Yes! I mean, yes please. Would you?" I gasped as he hardened completely in an instant, "Wow, you have thought about this before, haven't you? And that would really give you a buzz?" He nodded like a puppy, his hips beginning to rock, "It would be awesome!" "What would be in it for me?" "Anything! No questions, anything you want, anytime, anywhere." "It's certainly making you all excited, isn't it?" His cock was feeling massive inside me already, and maybe that blurred my thought processes, but anyway, what was the harm in one little flash? "Who have you got in mind?" Beginnings Ch. 01 Crispin's eyes widened, "You really mean it?" I nodded, "Not that Gareth idiot, but yeah, okay. And you will owe me big time, yes?" "Holy fuck, thank you! Tim then. Will you show Tim your tits for me?" I laughed then, and that gorgeous cock deep inside me muddied the waters further, "Tim it is. And if we're going to pass this off as my 'new' nudism habit he might have to see me completely naked. You okay with that?" "Oh my god! Yes!" I laughed, starting to ride his happily engorged cock. This was going to be fun... I'm not a complete idiot - honest - and at least I milked the next few days for all they were worth. I would mention my forthcoming exposure whenever I wanted Crispin to get hard, and no matter how many days passed, it seemed to be simplicity itself to make it happen. And of course, I considered it myself, deemed it not to be a real risk anyway, just a chance happening, and brief at that. Tim was a good enough kid anyway, the same age as my boy and one who'd been a close friend of his for many a year. In my slightly naughtier moments, I liked to be noticed anyway - although never before quite so exposed - so it wasn't too much of a big deal, all things considered. Of course, the day had to come and Crispin and I had happily rehearsed the whole 'accident' thing - with many a 'fuck break' - until we were both sure we could make it look like a pure chance event. Our plan was much simpler than all the rehearsing called for really, but who can resist that sort of fun? Tim occasionally called around for my son and they would wander off together to do whatever teenage males find to do - something I never asked too much about - but we planned it so that the next time it happened, Crispin would 'forget' something like his keys and would come back to the house after fifteen minutes, where he and Tim would walk in to find me dusting the top shelf of the bookcase on a step ladder - naked. Panic would ensue, my discarded (and rarely worn) robe would be found by my son and I would slip it on in front of them if they were still both there. I would then sit them down and explain my 'new' hobby and ask for silence and respect... Good enough plan, I thought. Well the day arrived and I kept myself scarce while the guys were preparing to leave, suddenly rather nervous and equally suddenly rather averse to being in the same room as Tim despite - or maybe because of - what was to happen a quarter of an hour after they left. For a few minutes I was left wondering whether they would even go out at all and my mind was a maelstrom of confusion over whether an aborted plan was better or whether I really would prefer everything to go ahead. I know now that I had a chance right there and then to put an end to things before they started - I could have breezed in to the kitchen where they were chatting away and suggested a meal, or I could have just grabbed my car keys and ran out. But I didn't. And I rather think that part of me wanted it all to happen as planned. At just past eleven o'clock on that Saturday morning all such opportunities disappeared with the slamming of the front door. My heart lurched as the true enormity of what I was about to do made itself felt, but somehow I made my way downstairs and into our large living room where the step ladder had already been leant against what was to become the 'offending' book case. I drew a deep breath to steady my nerves and made myself remember just how well my Crispin had made me feel - and how often - especially when the subject of my exposure to Tim had been raised. The memory of countless orgasms worked wonderfully well, and within a couple of minutes I had shucked off the robe I was wearing and hung it on the back of the door. Another minute and the step ladder was in place with duster and polish perched on the top step. It's worth mentioning that our house is an old Victorian thing - big rooms, high ceilings, heavy doors and windows, and bestrewn with furniture of the age. The book case was a perfect fit for the building but was, to coin a phrase (not), a bugger to keep clean. When I took my position near the top of the steps I would be seriously elevated - a ruse to make my descent slower and therefore the visibility longer and better. It would be what my son so clearly wanted and I focused on that as the minutes ticked by. On twelve minutes past the slam I picked my way carefully up the steps hoping against hope that the dampness at my groin would not be visible. I'm lithe enough still to be able to twist freely and I sat on the top of the steps facing the open door to the hall, the duster and polish now to my left on the top of the bookcase. My heart-rate was accelerating with every second that passed but it wasn't just my nervousness that was increasing. My nipples had hardened to the density of little bullets and wave after wave of ripples coursed through my belly as my mind kept drifting back to the feel of my Crispin inside me. It was muffled voices that drew me back into reality and I had to grasp the top of the bookcase for balance as I heard the front doormat being lifted as Crispin searched for the spare key. With the living room door wide open I couldn't even see my robe on the back of it and my nervousness rose to something close to panic as I looked down at my naked body. For the briefest seconds I wondered if I dare take the plunge down the steps and sprint for the cover of the kitchen but all thoughts of escape flew from my head as the front door opened and the voices became suddenly much louder. "I said I was sorry," Crispin was saying, "But mum said she was going out later and knowing her she'd have taken the spare key with her. We'd have been stuck out there." "There won't be another bus for an hour, though," Tim was moaning. "Look, I'll get my keys and make you a coffee before we leave, okay? Just go through to the living room and sit down and shut up with the moaning." Through the haze of my nerves I remembered my cue just in time, "Crispin! What the hell are you doing back here? Christ, don't come in!" For once in my life, the timing was perfect. My frantic plea for extended privacy was too late, of course - but it had been heard and my cover story would be sound. And I was going to need that as Tim hesitated at the doorway, but already with one foot in the room. His friendly 'Hi' died on his lips as he saw me perched at the summit of the step ladder. As he saw my bared breasts, my naked snatch. As I squealed and tried to use the tiny duster to cover anything i could, he swore under his breath and called to my son. "Chris! I mean wow." With one hand now covering my groin and the other holding the duster over one breast, I managed, "Tim! God I'm sorry. My robe's on the back of the door - get Crispin to fetch it for me?" My son appeared at his friend's shoulder and peered up at me. For a second I thought he was going to forget his lines me he managed to swallow hard and whistled, "Shit, mum! Sorry! I forgot all about your nudist thing!" "Didn't you just! I told you I was going to be practicing while you were out! Now just... get my frigging robe." Crispin, grinning, pushed past the slack-jawed, gawping Tim and reached behind the door, taking his no-doubt deliberate time to free the garment. "I told you she was a cutie, didn't I?" "Crispin! Tim's embarrassed enough as it is." Somehow I managed to face my son's friend, acutely aware of the very faint breeze caressing my one exposed breast, "I'm really, sorry, Tim. I obviously didn't expect you back here for ages." "It's okay, Mrs. H, honest!" "I'm not so sure about that, but thank you for being understanding. Now, Crispin, get that frigging robe here, now." My son pulled the garment free and walked up to the step ladder, his face a mask of rolling-eyed delight and I almost whimpered when his eyes flashed a promise directly to my scarcely covered pussy. My nerves had vanished entirely and I was almost looking forward to the next and final stage of the act when I was to take the robe and clamber down the steps, failing to cover myself properly, until, at the bottom, I could shrug into the robe and turn to face my son and his friend. Something very dark and naughty grabbed at my libido and I decided without forethought to provide my son with a small bonus, a few seconds more exposure in front of his friend. Rather than wait for him to hold the robe up to me, I dropped the duster and, my breasts both bared now, I reached down to take it from his hand. Excitement, not nerves, washed through me as Crispin choked back a gasp of delight, and behind him his friend whistled in appreciation. I fumbled the robe for a moment and then looked across at Tim, beginning to smile another - apparently embarrassed - apology. And that's when the director tore up the script. As my eyes alighted on my son's friend, the robe not yet covering my naked breasts, I caught site of something I really should have expected after Crispin's behaviour around me all those months ago. Despite Tim's relatively heavy attire, blue jeans to be exact, his excitement was evident in more than his flushed face. Tim was making no effort to hide the large tent he was forming as he looked at my nakedness and the thought crashed through my already overheated brain: It was me doing that, my nudity, my exposure. My brain went numb and my fingers clearly followed. The robe slipped from my tenuous grip and I gasped as the reality of the situation started to hit home - hard. I reacted as anyone would, though, snatching at the thin air as the garment fell away from me. Snatched and stretched lower. Too low. With an all too real and very much unrehearsed yelp, I realised that I had reached down far too much and my balanced was lost. I grabbed at the sides of the ladder with both hands, even as I started to topple forward. Somewhere in the fraction of a second I had to think about anything, from deep in the depths of my active mind I realised that I was once more fully exposed to my son's friend, and my perverse libido felt a thrill even as the sofa rose to meet me, Crispin later told me that my clattering fall was elegant despite everything - and he certainly appreciated how I bounced from the soft cushions directly onto my slightly less cushioned rear end. I came to rest with my legs splayed wide, my arms bearing my weight behind my back, and with a second loud yelp - this one of surprise - echoing from my wide-open, shocked mouth. Excited or otherwise - and it was mainly the former - I was in no fit state to immediately cover up and I just sat there, naked, not four feet in front of my son's friend, my breasts still quivering from the tumble, my womanhood spread wide for his eager eyes. There was stunned silence for a few seconds as we all came to terms with what had happened - and in two cases, at the very least, with what was now on show. It was Crispin's genuinely worried words that brought me somewhere closer to my senses. "Mum! Shit, mum, are you okay?" He knelt beside me. I turned my head to face him, otherwise not moving a muscle, "I think so," I said slowly, "But frig it, Cris, look at me! What must poor Tim think?" We both looked back to where Tim was still gawping with apparent shocked happiness. Our attentions got through to him though and he tore his eyes reluctantly from my naked thighs to my face, pausing only to get another good look at my bare breasts. "I'm okay, Mrs H, but are you? That was quite a slip." "I think so," I said again, "Just help me get sat back on the sofa for a minute, will you two?" If I had thought for a moment that they might be too intimidated to dare help me stand or settle back onto the soft cushions I would have been kidding myself. Before I could even so much as hint once again I needed assistance, there were hand on both of my arms and my heart began to seriously pound once more as I realised just how close Tim was to me now - how close he was to my totally naked body. I gave my son a roll-eyed smile, still smarting from my tumble, and I tried to tell him with my look that he was on serious bonus time now. Somehow he let me know he understood as I was lowered onto the sofa. "Shall I... shall I get that thing for bruises?" he managed. "Witch-hazel," I told him, "Yes, please. And some cotton wool. They're both in the bathroom next to my room." Our eyes locked as he sought permission to leave me alone, naked, with his friend for a few moments, "Go on, hurry up - but don't do anything as stupid as me and lose balance, okay?" He nodded something which would have been verbally along the lines of 'sjagasasakk' but was obviously intended as a massive 'thank you' and he started to dash from the room before slowing to something that, were he to keep it up, would leave me in that alone, naked state with Tim for a good few minutes. If 'good' was the right word. As soon as he was out of sight, my mind started to settle into a less cartwheel-oriented state, but the latent excitement showed no signs of abating. From somewhere, and despite myself, I found a laugh, self-deprecating but not without a hint of the normally sure-footed woman I genuinely am. Tim was understandably nervous. "Look, Tim," I started, trying to ignore the double-meaning that could be taken as, "I'm truly sorry you got to see all of that... all of this, even," I glanced down at my nakedness, "I really never had any intention of embarrassing you. Or me, come to that." He managed a tight smile, his eyes seemingly magnetised by my nipples. Perhaps they really were hard as iron. "It's okay, Mrs H, and I guess it should be me apologising for staring." "I can hardly blame a teenage male for that under the circumstances," I told him, meaning it and trying not to let my body thrill at this new naughtiness, "But I'm sure there are plenty of better sights out there for you to see." "Yeah, right!" I ignored the scornful tone as best I could, "Hey, that's very sweet of you but-" The normal mouse-like Tim was suddenly pushed into the background, "I'm not being 'sweet' as you call it! I don't know what Chris has ever told you about me, but I don't exactly have much success with girls so seeing a ddg-woman like you is way off my scale of 'better sights'!" My heart was trembling in my chest, "Are you serious? And what the hell is a ddg-woman?" "Yes, unfortunately, and it's short for what you are - drop-dead gorgeous." "Now that is sweet," he could probably hear my heart thumping away by then, and I was seriously starting to wonder just what my addled brain was beginning to think, "And, well, I guess I'm sorry for that thing about you and girls and maybe less - maybe less - sorry that you got to catch me like this, then." Which was, I realised, true. "I'd better get your robe," he muttered, apparently ignoring my words. He started to rise. "I think, under the circumstances, that it's a bit late for that, don't you?" And when he settled back beside me, I added, "On the condition that no one - no one at all - outside of this room ever hears about this. If they ever do and I find out, I promise you I will be wearing your balls for earrings inside a week, got it?" The threat - clearly meant but somehow light enough to his ears - seemed to rock him out of his darkening mood, "Of course. And thank you. I mean thank you for letting me see you for a few more minutes because... well, because you really are the ddg-woman." "Oh shush," I managed a smile, "I bet you say that to all the girls you catch naked up step ladders!" He returned the grin for a few moments before he suddenly shook his head, "I really think I'd better get your robe, as much as I don't want to lose sight of you now." "It's okay," I told him, sure that I knew his reasoning, "Things can be both attractive to your eye and sexually provocative at the same time. I don't mind if you're thinking that way." Which was also true if the dampness between my thighs was anything to go by. "It's not that... well, it is that, but that's not what I was thinking about." I put a hand on his shoulder as he made to stand up again, "Relax," I told him, "I genuinely don't mind you enjoying the view, if you really are." He sat back and closed his eyes for a few seconds, "I adore the view," he said, despite his closed eyes, "Your tits... I mean your breasts-" "'Tits' is an okay word under the circumstances." "Your tits then, are a fantastic sight, truly... but... "But? Why do you think I should cover them up then?" He turned his head away and shook it. I stared at the back of his neck for a few seconds, wondering why he wouldn't look at all I was showing, wondering even if I should tell him just how much I was suddenly loving his eyes on my nudity, but I just said simply, "So take the opportunity to look then. I really don't mind, even if that's not something I'd ever thought I'd hear myself say." He turned quickly then just for a few seconds before turning back. "I can't. "Tim, it's okay. Really." "No it isn't! Don't you see? It was just a growing feeling at first but now I can't stop myself thinking it!" "Tim! No, I don't see. I'm telling you I really, truly don't mind you looking. And if you're worried about a growing feeling of excitement that might result in... well, in you making a mess, I suppose, then... well, I understand, and it's fine." My heart was back to lurching about in my chest as the truth of my son's friend's emotions started to become clear - and my excitement at his words became even clearer. I let my mouth have free rein. "Truth to tell, I'm finding your enjoyment of my ... bare tits and my exposed pussy rather stimulating." Tim shuddered visibly but at least he half turned and let his eyes drink in my bare flesh once more, "Fuck it, Mrs H, it's not that I don't find the sight of you a monster turn on... it's just... I'm... I'm sorry!" "Look at me, Tim, I'm fine with this - enjoying your eyes on me, even. You have not one little thing to be sorry about. Crispin will be back soon so have a good look while you can." "I'm not sorry about looking! But I really, really need to get your robe now." "And I keep saying there's no-" "If I don't," he interrupted, his words tumbling out now, "If I don't then I'm scared I'll try to touch you, okay? You see what I mean now?" Oh you might laugh to yourselves, but I hadn't seen that coming at all, despite everything. But rather than shock me or horrify me, I understood immediately what he'd been going through - and it sent a wave of equally unexpected excitement shuddering through me. My mouth still functioned, though. "I dare say," I heard my voice forming in the air, "I could hardly blame you for that. I might even think it appropriate." "You... mean..." "I have the strongest feeling that I would find it just as much a compliment as your eager eyes." That was as good as an invitation and his hands were on both of my breasts before I could draw in another breath. "God they're beautiful," he breathed. "And your hands feel even more welcome than your eyes, Tim - but one little warning. No one outside this room must ever know, do you understand?" "Oh I do, Mrs H, I do. Can I... can I-" I eased my legs apart a little, my juices starting to really flow then, "You might as well touch all you can now, so yes, you can. Touch me there as well." We both gasped as one of his hands slid between my thighs, cupping my exposed womanhood, my moist lips pressed against his hot sweaty palm. "Oh my god," he gasped, "I was only going to say can I kiss your tits but this is... wow." I bit back a laugh and just said, "Do that too," the stifled laugh turning into a moan of delight as his lips closed over a rigid nipple. He was clearly no expert in any department but it didn't matter one single iota to my suddenly eager body. I spread my legs a little wider and placed my hand over the one he had on my pussy, guiding his fingers to penetrate my eager folds, pressing my breast harder into his mouth, my free hand holding his head there. I was just about to tell him how good it was all starting to feel when he pulled back sharply. Beginnings Ch. 01 "Tim! What's wrong?" "Not wrong but... I'm gonna... I need to..." "If you mean cum, I understand, I really do," my mind was becoming feverish with lust, "But don't make a mess of your jeans. Get it out!" Tim's eyes shot up to my face, "I can't!" My hands went to his belt buckle and flipped it open, "Tim, you've seen every inch of me, sucked on my tits and fingered my snatch. You can!" Two seconds or so later, our four hands had unzipped him and yanked the jeans to his knees, his very erect cock bouncing into plain sight - not that there was anything plain about his gorgeously thick, throbbing shaft. I batted his hands aside and grasped it making him almost howl in pleasure, even as I started whimpering myself. "Oh jeez!" he gasped, "I'm gonna..." "No making a mess in here," I managed before ducking low, my mouth opening wide, my tongue greeting the bulb of his cock. I realised he was right on the cusp even as I took the head onto my tongue, my lips closing around him, my hands pushing him onto his back. I sucked once, twice, and felt him swell. One of his hands found a bare tit and then the first spurt of Tim's cum poured into my throat. I resisted a gag reflex in order to swallow that, and then several more spurts in quick succession, my lips clamped around his twitching, jerking cock. His hand on my bare breast tightened every time he produced more cum for me and the other found my head and tangled in my hair, holding me where I was, regardless of that fact that I had no intention of going anywhere until he finished. My own climax was bubbling under but a sense of urgency was coursing through me as the final dribbles of Tim's cum trickled down my throat. I let his still half erect cock slip from my mouth and sat up, pulling his hand from my breast and guiding it down to my saturated pussy. "My turn now," I moaned, and started to shuffle up the sofa towards his head, my womanhood now a tongue-seeking missile. Tim's fingers were already far more expert than just a few minutes earlier and I was gasping with pleasure every time I moved even a fraction. My mind was whirling and I knew he needed to know how pleasurable this was feeling for me. My knees where either side of his legs by then and the buckle of his jeans was cold against my bare butt where it rested against his knees, but I didn't care in the slightest. "This is deliciously naughty," I managed, "I'm rather glad you caught me all naked now." "So am, I," Tim nodded, "I always thought you were cute but... well, fuck it, you're perfect! And your tits, Mrs H... and your pussy... I'd never had a blow before and that was... wow." "Your girlfriends don't know what they're missing then. I loved drinking down every last drop of your cum, you know? And real soon you're going to be making me cum too." I shuffled a few inches further towards his tongue. "I want that," he panted, "I've never made a woman cum before either." I paused and peered down into his eyes, "So I'll be your first, then?" He shrugged but didn't stop fondling or fingering, "You're my first in loads of ways, and it was so worth the wait." I gawped a little at that revelation, the extra dose of naughtiness heightening my already sky-high excitement levels, "Am I the first woman you've ever fingered?" He nodded. "And mine were the first tits you ever sucked into that cute mouth?" "Oh, yes." "And I really gave you your first ever bj?" "The very first." "No wonder you were so excited to see me so naked for you then?" Tim was panting, "I still am." I went to move further towards his mouth and realised in every sense that he was being very honest with me as the length of his erect-again cock started to slide along the top of my thigh. A wicked, wild and delightful thought rattled my skull. "You are, aren't you? So that means your hard cock has never been within an inch of a wet pussy before, doesn't it?" He nodded, "I've never... never even seen one properly in the flesh before. I can feel the heat of yours with more than my fingers..." "It's you who has got it that hot, you know, Tim? You should be proud of that - just like your cock is so proud now." I stopped and leaned forward, "In fact, if your cock were maybe an inch or so more proud, it would be brushing just where your fingers are..." "You mean brushing your cu... pussy?" "Yes, my cunt, as you were going to say. And perhaps it's just as well that it isn't, because when a hard, hot cock brushes against my cunt's lips I find myself opening up, desperate to feel that hard, hot cock inside me. Can you imagine how naughty that would be?" Tim might not have had much experience, but he was fast on the uptake. His fingers fell away from my pussy and almost immediately I felt a much larger, much hotter pressure against my lips, "You mean... if my cock was right here?" "Oh Tim, you naughty, delicious young thing! That's exactly what I meant. If I didn't know you as such a polite young man, I would even think that maybe you were about to try to fuck me!" "I want to," he gasped. "How delightfully naughty of you! Wanting to slip that gorgeously hot, delightfully hard cock right into my dripping wet cunt! If I sat back a little now, I bet you would even start to slip inside me, wouldn't you?" I don't know whether I was teasing him or myself more, but the question became a moot point as Tim's hips bucked hard and I gasped as the head and half the length of his shaft parted me with delicious ease. "I'm in you!" "Oh yes, oh fuck yes..." I started to ride his hot meat at once, desperate now, "Fuck me, baby, oh come on let me have it all! Make me cum!" What Tim lacked in technique he made up for with a frantic hunger, his hips bucking hard, "Your cunt feels fantastic. What a first fuck!" "What a fuck for sure, my baby, now pull on my tits - hard - and... make... me... cum!" I was matching his pumping thrust for thrust and I could feel the climax thundering towards me. "Oh Tim, yes, that's it... oh fucking hell, yes... oh... oh... ohhhhh. Oh my fucking god, aaaahhhhh. Yes, yes, yes!" My breath caught in my throat for a few seconds as the first wave hit, "Fuck, I'm cumming! Aaahhhhhhh!" Beneath me, Tim was pumping even faster and harder, and I could almost hold still and let the waves of climax wash through me. Just as the most powerful peaks were abating I felt the swelling deep inside me and knew that I was just about to introduce him to his first ejaculation inside a woman's pussy. "If you cum in me, Tim - you'll make me cum again too. You want that? Because I fucking do!" "I'm going to! Oh my god, I'm cumming!" And he flooded me. It was only a few minutes since he'd been filling my throat but from somewhere it felt like he'd found another gallon of his cum, and this time I fully howled as he spurted repeatedly deep within me. Our mutual releases left us panting and gasping, and I lowered myself onto Tim's heaving chest for some much needed relaxation, whispering a 'thank you' to him which was returned a dozen times or more. It was a few minutes later before I realised that somewhere, somehow, my mind had blanked out a very important thought. My head snapped to the right, towards the doorway to the hall, where I immediately saw my son, my Crispin, seated on the floor, his back to the doorframe, his jeans discarded and the broadest of smiles sending relief coursing through me. I didn't know what to do or say, though, very aware that Tim was still beneath me, apparently unthinking when it came to his friend's long absence. I tried to surreptitiously shoo my son away to give me time to think, but he shook his head, the smile even broader now. If I'd ever thought that Crispin might be mad at me for how far things had gone, I was clearly mistaken - but the attendant worries that the new development might yet bring down upon me was a total mystery at that point. None of which helped me to come up with a strategy that would enable me to keep Crispin's knowledge of what had happened - what he must have seen happen - away from Tim. I was just wondering whether I might at least make the whole thing seem a little less extreme by gently easing Tim's cock from my admittedly happy pussy when my darling boy decided to make the choice for all of us. "Hey guys, miss me?" Beneath me, Tim seemed to come awake with a start, "Oh, fuck! Chris! Oh, man, I'm sorry but-" "Oh, can it, Timbo, that just looks like a great opportunity not wasted." I pulled myself up to my knees. "Crispin, look-" "The same opportunity thing goes for you too, mum. And it sure looked like you were up for it. I've seldom seen you look so eager for a nice hard cock in you." Believe it or not, I did a classic double-take, "What?" "You mean you've seen your mum looking this sexy before, dude?" Wearing just a t-shirt and shorts, Crispin rose and walked right into the room before answering both of our questions very succinctly, "Sure I have, Timbo. And mum? I guess he might as well know now that you seem to think it's fine to bring him into the 'circle of trust' - or your hot circle, anyway." "Crispin. angel, I'm not sure that's a great idea." "I think it is," he countered, "And to be fair to myself, that was far hotter than I ever imagined when we were planning to let you get caught, wasn't it?" "I'm not-" "Mrs H? You planned something?" I looked down quickly, "I didn't expect anything like this! Even if... well, even if there was a little planning... Don't be mad, huh?" Beside us, Crispin laughed and it was echoed by Tim, "Mad?" he snorted, "I just... well, we fucked, right? My cock is still in you!" "Feels fantastic, doesn't it?" Crispin asked. "You mean you've-" "Yes," I sighed, before Crispin could tell things his way, "My darling son means that he knows what it feels like to have his cock where yours is right now, okay? It just sort of happened, right? Needs are needs and just because society doesn't necessarily understand, it doesn't make it wrong." I paused and looked down at Tim, "But you'd better understand that if anyone finds out outside of this house, I'll be coming for you and next time we won't be fucking - you'll be fucked, though." It was the oddest feeling in the world, threatening potential retribution on a guy whose cock was lodged firmly in my sticky, wet snatch. Tim, though, laughed. "My lips are sealed, and not just because of the threat, Mrs H - which I believe for what it's worth - but because I kinda figure I owe you anyway." It was his turn to pause and I could see he wanted to ask something he thought I might not be too keen on. I tried to pre-empt things a little, "Well out with it. What's now on your mind? And before you say 'nothing', just remember I have a very reliable little lie-detector nestling right inside me just now." Which was true - there was already something stirring and I just knew that Tim had something of a sexual nature rattling around his youthful, inexperienced brain. "Yeah, out with it, Timbo. You spilled inside my mum, I'm sure you can spill a few hopes and dreams right now." I snorted a laugh despite the tension, loving my son's new confident, sassy presence just that little bit more right then. Beneath me, Tim gave a shrug which I think was more for his own benefit than mine or Crispin's, "I... well I guess what I'm trying to say... to ask..." "Timbo!" "Okay, okay... I want two things really." "Mum likes greedy." I slapped my son's arm, "He's rude but he might have a point. What?" "I... First I don't want this to be my last time with you, Mrs H..." When I shrugged and said 'okay' it was totally necessary to let out a gasped laugh as I felt Tim start to harden inside me. "I think someone likes that answer," I told my son, "Only your friend's cock just firmed up a lot." "Mum has that effect on my cock too," Crispin said. Tim nodded, "I hear you, dude. And that kinda brings me to the other thing?" "Which is?" I asked. "I ain't ever seen anyone fuck before. I guess I'm saying I want to... if you two would one day for me?" I knew then - as if it wasn't totally frigging obvious already - that my life had changed completely that afternoon. I reached out an arm and pulled my son tight to my side, "I guess there are no secrets left for us from you, Tim. And you know what, guys? I want to try something new as well as you two. Or maybe I should say I want to try something new for me with you two. Now, just like my boy here loves to see me exposed and playing with one of his friends, I just know that he would love to be seen with his cock buried in me, I guess I can please him two ways if I say yes to you, Tim - and I have to be honest and say that I have loved having you in me. But here's my deal guys. I've never been involved in a threesome before, and it strikes me that you two would be perfect for me - and perfect for each other's wants and needs with me. The deal? Clothes off at the door for both of you, and we can spend some quality hours, all together, all at once. Deal?" "On mum, oh yes!" I laughed then, "You don't need to say a word, Tim - your cock is saying it all for you." "I'm agreeing with my mouth as well," he said. I sighed, happy with the new me in just a few seconds. "I have a feeling I might need a little more energy in the weeks to come, but this," I promised, "I have a feeling, is going to be a lot of fun." So here I sit now, recalling these fairly recent events, but I just can't see where it all started. Was it really when I chose to try nudism? When I let my boy touch? When we became lovers? When I agreed to his plan for Tim? Or maybe was it when I lost control with his friend? Okay, fucked his friend... All, I suppose, individually could be the trigger but that just doesn't feel correct. Perhaps then it's a combination thing, or an aggregation - one of the events proving to be my straw (think 'camels' and 'backs', you naughty readers). Perhaps, though, it was none of the above in essence and it really starts after all of the events I have told you about here. Oh... didn't I mention there was more to my tale than this? Well yes, there is. A lot more. All of the afore-going fun and games occurred more than three months ago at the time of writing so perhaps I will take a pause now and then tell you all some more about my recent past. One of you might even know where my pretty little blue dress now resides if I'm really lucky (you naughty young man). And come to that, one - or more - of you might even recognise just who that naked woman was who they saw tied, face down and naked, on the pool table in that little wine bar...