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Keeping it in the Family

By: zeke81



Every Tuesday night and every Saturday morning for the past five years I've been having sex with my father.

My name is Beth and I have more sex with my father John than I do with his son Robert, my husband.

I still look back on the events that led to this arrangement and smile.

First off let me state that my husband has no idea about what his father and I do on Tuesday nights while he is playing cards and on Saturday mornings when he goes out with his friends.

My relationship with my father started during my third year of marriage to Robert. The novelty of being married had worn off and we had both grown pretty accustomed to one another.

Our sex life had burned down from a raging inferno when we first got together to nothing more than one of the candles on a birthday cake. Not that I thought we would be all over each other every second we were together like we were when we first started going out, but I needed more than just one quick fuck Sunday night to as Robert said start the week off right.

For over a year I had been masturbating every day, sometimes multiple times to try to release some of my pent up sexual energy. 

Then one Tuesday night I was really horny and home all alone so I decided I'd head out and see if anybody out there was still interested in me. I had been quite popular with the guys before I met Jeff, but I'd been off the market for several years by that point and didn't know if I still had it.

I went to a bar on the far side of town. It was a place I'd never heard of and didn't think that I'd find anybody that I knew inside. When I walked in I knew that I'd found the right place. The place was full of men, there were only a handful of other women in the place and I was younger and prettier than any of them.

I scanned the room to see if anybody I knew was there, when I was sure that there wasn't I went about what I'd come to do. I had come to get fucked good and hard by a complete stranger.

I made my way to the bar and ordered a drink. Almost immediately the guy next to me started talking to me. His name was Tom and he was already a little drunk.

Tom said that I was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen in that bar and asked me to dance. We hit the dance floor and I pressed my body to his and did not protest when his hands began exploring my body. 

After dancing for a few songs and having another drink I decided that Tom would do so I suggested that we head back to his place.

I was a little alarmed when he said that his wife wouldn't like that, but I got a wicked grin on my face when he said that we could just go to his car.

We climbed into the backseat of his big SUV and I pulled his pants open and took his slightly disappointing cock into my mouth. I sucked him good and hard then lifted my dress, hooked my panties to the side and rode that drunk for all he was worth.

I was so turned on by what I was doing that I had no trouble having an orgasm even though Tom was little more than a flesh and blood dildo at that point.

He came inside me and I climbed off of him, pulled my panties back across my pussy, got out of his SUV and headed home. As I left the parking lot I saw a truck that I thought looked familiar and had to reassure myself that I had checked to be sure that nobody I knew was there.

When I got home I took off my clothes, threw them in the wash, and jumped in the shower. When Robert got home from playing cards I was in bed feeling quite satisfied and thinking that I'd gotten away with it.

For the rest of the week there was a bounce in my step and a smile on my face.

That is until Saturday morning. I got up when Robert did at six. He and his friends were going to be gone all day to some ball game across the state so I planned to spend the day enjoying the memory of Tuesday night and trying to muster up the courage to go out again. 

At seven there was a knock at the door. I opened the door and smiled to see my father John. 

"Good morning John, Robert isn't here." I said.

"I know, he's off with his friends today, I've come to see you Beth." John said.

"Well I was just making some coffee come on in." I said.

We went to the kitchen and sat down with a cup of coffee and for a few minutes had a really nice conversation, but then.

"Beth, I saw you Tuesday night." John said.

It felt like a rock fell into the bottom of my stomach when he said those words.

"You saw me where?" I asked trying to play dumb.

"I was at the bar, I saw you dancing with that guy, then I saw you leave with him." John said.

"He was drunk I was giving him a ride home." I said trying to cover for myself.

"I followed you outside Beth. I watched you get into the back of his SUV, and I watched you give him a ride. He didn't make it home, but he sure was happy to get where you took him." John said.

"John...I don't...I don't know what to say." I said, my eyes filling with tears and my head falling into my hands.

"I know what to say, you're a dirty little whore. My son marries you, gives you a good home, and this is how you repay him?" John asks.

"I'm sorry, it's not like that at all." I said.

"How can I believe you? How long have you been cheating on Robert you little whore?" John asked.

"That was the first time. I have needs, once a week just isn't enough for someone like me." I said through the tears.

"Once a week? Do you know how long it's been since I had sex with a woman? Nine years, three months, eleven days, three days before my Helen died. I seem to manage to go without even though I'm no longer required to, my wedding vows were nullified when Helen died, you on the other hand promised to keep yourself only for my son until death do you part." John said angrily.

"Then maybe your son should give me what I need." I yelled at him.

"My god, you really are a cock crazed whore. Well I'll tell you what little missy; if my son isn't man enough to keep you happy then it's up to me to do it for him." John said.

"What?" I asked in shock.

"I said if my boy won't fuck you to your heart's content, then I will. At least then your cheating wouldn't be so bad, you'd be cheating within the family, that keeps people from finding out what a whore you are." John said.

"I'm not a whore, it was just that one time." I said.

"Oh you're a whore alright, you're my whore. Now get over here and suck my cock whore." John said.

"No, no I won't." I said.

"If you don't my son will be informed about what I saw and about our little conversation, then you'll be out on your sweet little ass." John said.

"You're going to blackmail me into having sex with you?" I asked.

"Only the first time. Once you see what I can do to you, you'll be my willing little whore anytime I say. Now get over here on your knees and suck my cock." John said.

I stared at him in disgust for a few seconds then he grabbed the phone off the table and started dialing. 

"Alright. I'll do it. Just don't tell Robert." I said.

"That's a good little whore." John said setting the phone on the table and pushing his chair back to make plenty of room for me.

I stood up, walked over to the other side of the table, and got on my knees at his feet. After looking up into his eyes I knew that there was no escape so I slowly lifted my hands to his belt and unbuckled it. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then reached inside his boxers and pulled out his cock.

It was the biggest one I'd ever seen so close. It was much bigger than my husband's was and it wasn't even hard yet.

"Get to work whore." John commanded.

I lowered my face down towards the rapidly hardening cock. I used both hands to support it so I could kiss the head right on the tip. It seemed to grow even bigger when my lips touched it as it forced its way into my mouth.

I closed my lips around the head and swirled my tongue around it as my hands stroked the still hardening shaft. When John's cock was fully erect I pulled back and looked at its full size, it was at least 8 inches and very thick.

I lowered my mouth back to his impressive cock and started sucking it as best as I could. I knew that there was no way I could take all of it down my throat, but I took as much as I could slobbering as much spit on it as possible lubing it up in anticipation of that thing being forced into my pussy in the very near future.

John had no intention of putting his dick in my pussy right away however as I was about to find out.

"I'm gonna cum whore, lean back close your eyes and your mouth." John commanded.

I did as I was told and he stood over me and stroked himself over the edge shooting rope after rope of thick hot cum onto my face. When he was done he plopped back into his chair. His pants had fallen down around his ankles; his cock was lying on his thigh.

I grabbed for a paper towel from under the sink, but John kicked the door closed.

"No you don't whore, you're going to wear that for the rest of the day. If you don't want the rest of the neighborhood to see you naked I suggest that you start closing curtains." John said.

I got up and closed all of the curtains that provided anybody a view into the front or side of the house where people were likely to be.

When I returned to the kitchen John was completely naked and was stroking life back into his cock.

"Take your clothes off whore." John ordered.

I unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it off. I hadn't put on shoes so I unzipped and pulled down my pants. I removed my bra, then I peeled down my panties and stood in my kitchen completely naked with my father, his cum drying on my face.

"Pick up your panties and give them to me whore." John said.

I picked up my panties and handed them to him.

"Now sit on the edge of the table." John said.

I did as I was told. I was expecting John to fuck me on the edge of the table, so I was more than a little surprised when he pulled up the chair, used one hand to spread my pussy open, and the other to start stuffing my panties into my pussy. Once they were stuffed up completely inside John pulled me off the table, forced me to my knees again, and put his cock right in front of my face. I knew what he was wanting so I opened my mouth and began sucking him again.

Again I sucked John to the brink of climax, but this time when he pulled away he didn't aim for my face, he aimed for my nipples. Both of my nipples got a thick coating of his sticky cum. Knowing that he wanted me to wear it I did not try to wipe it away, I merely sat there on my knees looking up at him.

"You're such a good little whore. Do you own a dildo whore?" John asked.

"Yes." I said.

"Fetch it for me." John said.

I ran to my bedroom and retrieved my dildo and presented it to John.

"Lay back on the table whore, I'm going to see how far inside you I can stuff those panties." John said.

I lay back on the table with my legs spread wide and John probed and jabbed my pussy using every last inch of it to force the panties he'd stuffed in me earlier even further into me.

"There now, those should be good and stuck in there now, so let's see what this little thing will do to your ass." John said.

He began probing my ass with the dildo sliding it in and out with one hand as if he were fucking me. His other hand fingered and rubbed my pussy.

For nearly an hour he fucked my ass with the dildo and rubbed my pussy with his other hand, then all of a sudden he stopped, stood up over me, stroked his cock three times and grunted as he again shot rope after rope of hot sticky cum onto my body. This time it fell on my lower belly between my belly button and my pussy.

"There now that I've got your ass good and open and I've just cum I can fuck your little ass all day without having to cum again." John said.

He lifted my legs up pressing my knees to my chest allowing him perfect access to my dildo-abused ass and he forced his still hard cock into me and started pounding away. I've never been into anal sex, but I didn't have much of a choice so I bit my lip to fend off the pain and stared at the clock on the wall.

John pounded my ass for well over an hour then he simply pulled out and again shot his cum all over me, this time coating my pussy and asshole with the thick sticky mess.

"Now get down on the floor and suck me whore." John said.

"I don't want to put your dick in my mouth after it's been in my ass." I protested.

"You're a dirty whore, dirty whores love to have dirty cocks in their mouths, now get to it." John said.

Realizing that he had all of the power at the moment I climbed off of the table, his cum squishing around between my legs. I got on my knees once again and took his cock, which had just come out of my ass, into my mouth.

It tasted terrible, but I knew that I had no choice. I did the very best I could to give him a quick blowjob, but the man had just released a huge load after fucking my ass for over an hour so it wasn't likely that I was gonna be able to suck him off quickly.

It took nearly 45 minutes but then all of a sudden John pulled back, grunted and three more thick ropes splattered across my face. Some of it hit me in the forehead and ran down between my eyes.

When he was done cumming John sat back down in the chair that he'd been drinking coffee in a few hours before and just looked at me.

"You really are a whore you know, I have cum on your face twice, your breasts once, your lower belly once, and your pussy and asshole once and you haven't cum a single time all damn day. Only a whore can make a guy cum that many times without cumming at least once herself." John said.

"You never let me cum. You make me suck you until you need to cum, you use a dildo on my ass when I get no real pleasure from anal sex, then you fuck my ass with that iron bar of a cock of yours." I said.

"Oh so it's my fault that you haven't cum?" John asked.

"That's right. I could cum in less than five minutes if I were given the opportunity, but you didn't give me that opportunity." I said.

"Okay you little whore, five minutes, starting now." John said looking at his watch to remember the start time.

I grabbed my dildo and began feverishly probing my pussy with it with one hand while the other rubbed my clit as fast as it could.

Within three minutes I came so hard that I squirted all over the floor I was laying on.

"Not bad whore, three minutes. You sure can cum hard, but of course all whores can fake it to try to impress their Johns." John said.

"Fake? You think I faked that orgasm? Here, take a whiff of these and then tell me I faked it." I said pulling my sopping wet panties from my pussy and handing them to John.

He lifted them to his nose and inhaled their aroma. It was 100% pure female cum; they left no doubt that my orgasm had been real.

"So you didn't fake it, whores also teach themselves to have more powerful orgasms because they get so much practice." John said.

"Practice? I'll have you know that I had more sex with that guy from the bar than I have with my own husband in the past six months and I was only in his car for 45 minutes." I said.

"Not all whores fuck other people, some are whores for themselves. How often do you use your little toy there to give yourself pleasure?" John asked.

"Once in a while." I said.

"Don't lie to me whore, I see right through your lies. Now, how often do you either masturbate with just your hands or using that toy?" John asked.

"At least once a day, sometimes several times everyday." I said hanging my head to be admitting that to my father.

"I knew it, and does that include pleasuring yourself with that fancy shower head that you have in the bathroom?" John asked.

"No sir." I said.

"And how often do you pleasure yourself with that?" John asked.

"Every day sir." I said.

"Do you bring yourself to orgasm each time that you either play with yourself or take a shower?" John asked.

"Yes sir, unless I'm interrupted by the phone or a noise or something." I said.

"So really you have sex with yourself at least twice a day. What would you say was the most times you've made yourself cum in one day without having sex with another person?" John asked.

"It's either eight or nine, I'm not sure, I was so horny that day that I lost count." I said.

"Well, you have proven that you can make yourself cum in less than five minutes, that means you should easily be able to make yourself cum 12 times in an hour. If you do not cum at least 12 times for me in the next hour my son will hear about what a whore you are." John said.

I love my husband and knew he wouldn't understand any of this so the only way to stay married was to do as John said and try my best to cum 12 times in an hour.

I grabbed my dildo and started fucking my pussy with it while my free hand rubbed my clit as hard and as fast as I could. I was trying desperately to cum the required 12 times.

John's cock became hard again and he started stroking it, which gave me some very welcome visual stimulation to help me along.

When I had my first orgasm I felt so good that I wanted to stop and enjoy it, but I knew that if I stopped even for a minute it would take awhile to build back up for the next one so I just pushed through it and kept rubbing and probing my pussy.

I had a second, third, and fourth orgasm within the next ten minutes and looked to be well on my way to having twelve in an hour, but from there on it was a struggle. The fifth orgasm took ten minutes on its own and the sixth took another eight. I was half way to my target with just 20 minutes to go.

I rubbed harder and applied more pressure to all of the right places than I ever had before and I became an orgasm machine.

John looked at his watch and I hit my 12th orgasm just as the hour he'd given me was coming to an end.

He smiled, moved quickly to the floor with me and jabbed his rock hard cock into my aching pussy.

He thrust deep and hard into me five times then buried his cock as far into me as he could get it and emptied his balls once again.

It was the first time that he'd actually cum inside me, and after the day I'd had, I needed it.

After his cock had stopped spurting his cum into me John pulled out, stood up and started getting dressed. I lay on the floor looking up at him breathing heavily.

"Okay whore, here's the deal, you claim that my son does not please you sexually as you are a whore that is horny and begging to be fucked all the time. I have proven that I can please you, so that's exactly what I'm going to do. Every Tuesday night when he's out playing cards, and every Saturday morning when he's out with his friends I will come over and fuck you to your little hearts content, and you will enjoy every minute of it. My son will not find out what a whore you are as long as you agree to my little proposal, otherwise you'll find yourself divorced and out on the streets with nothing. Are we clear?" John asked.

"Yes." I said.

"Good. You'd better go clean yourself up, I'm actually surprised that Robert didn't get home and catch us yet and he could be home at any moment." John said.

John left and I stood up and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. Before stepping into the shower I looked at myself in the full-length mirror in the bathroom. John's dried cum still covered most of my face, both of my nipples, and my lower belly. Some of his fresh cum was running down the inside of my thighs. My pussy was swollen and red, it looked like I just got raped by five guys, John was right, I did look like a whore. A smile came across my face as I realized that I was now his whore.

I showered and scrubbed all of the traces of John's cum from my body, then I got dressed and went to sleep on the couch. I was exhausted, but when my husband got home he assumed that I'd just nodded off for a little nap out of boredom.


Keeping it in the Family



Robert didn't seem at all suspicious that anything had gone on so I was pretty sure we were in the clear.

Tuesday night Robert went out to play cards and John came over and we fucked each other stupid, then John left and Robert came home unaware of what his father and I had done an hour before.

Things were great for a few months like that, but then I started feeling strange so I went to the doctor. 

I was pregnant!

I knew that it was much more likely that it was John's child than it was Robert's so I told John first.

"John, I'm pregnant." I said.

"Congratulations, Robert must be thrilled." John said.

"He doesn't know yet, I figured I'd tell the father first." I said.

"Now wait a minute, how do you know it's mine?" John asked.

"Well, for one thing, you fucked me a whole lot more than Robert did during the time period of conception, the week to week and a half window for the conception covers two times with him, and two whole Saturdays and at least one Tuesday with you. Plus you always shoot at least three times as much cum as he does, and since your dick is three inches longer than his you always are shooting much deeper to begin with, much closer to where it had to go to get me pregnant." I said.

"So what if I am the father, I'll never admit to it, it would expose both of us. Do you really want Robert to know that I fathered your child and not him, it would break his heart." John said.

"No, I've decided that Robert will be the baby's dad, it's just that I wanted you to know that you're the baby's father." I said.

"Okay so I know, now bend over so I can fuck you in the ass." John said.

And that's how my relationship with my father started. Robert was overjoyed to learn that we were going to have a baby, and he is a great dad for all three of our children. I have no doubt that all three of my children were fathered by John, I don't even need DNA tests, I just know it. 

Robert is quite pleased with himself to have "fathered" three such perfect little angels, and I am pleased to report that John plays the role of a loving grandfather so well that it is like my children have two fathers.

John and I still get together every Tuesday night and every Saturday morning. With the kids to consider I say that I'm going to a book club on Tuesdays and we get a sitter, and every Friday night the kids stay with my parents so that Robert can still go out with his friends and I can have some time to relax without the kids as my mom puts it.



Keeping It In The Family



Mom was quite a bit younger than her sister. About 5 years. Mom was 50 and Aunt Denise was 55. Both mom and Aunt Denise were pregnant at the same time. Just a month apart. I guess we know what they were doing.. haha. When I was born, mom decided to breast feed me. My cousin was breast fed also. Little did mom know, that when Aunt Denise was baby sitting me, I would get hungry, so Auntie Denise would let me suckle her for a while. I remember this. Surprising to most. But Aunt Denise's tits are so hard to forget.

Mom was about a 34b and Aunt Denise was a full 38d. Quite a difference in size. Throughout my childhood, I had seen my Aunt getting dressed, watching her tuck her tits into her bra, noticing that she shaved herself between her legs. Unlike mom. I'd seen her too. I thought wow! Aunt Denise is one hot babe! She traveled a lot for her job, and sometimes during the summer she'd take me with her. I had a blast meeting all these nice people. But what I didn't know was that my aunt was bisexual. I quickly learned one evening, when Aunt Denise thought I was asleep in the next room of our adjacent hotel rooms. I heard some talking, then I heard a commotion in my aunts room. I quickly went to the door and peaked slowly and without knowingly to my aunt at what was happening. And there was my aunt holding some woman against the wall,. kissing the other woman, tongues and all. Their hands fondling each others breasts. I was astonished! I thought about my Aunt, Uncle Bob, and their kids. 

Then the thought quickly dissipated with their next moves. My aunt ripped off the woman's blouse, unbuttoned the woman's pants, coping a feel between her legs. My eyes were wide open now. Half wanting to help my aunt, half curious, half amazed, and half sleepy. Realizing my aunt seemed to know what she was doing, and now, me willing to watch the whole thing. My aunt took her hands and cupped the woman's breasts. massaging the woman's aureole into a hardened peak, before cradling it with her tongue. I could hear the sucking sounds as my aunt began to suckle her. The woman began to feel my aunt's 38d tits. I was so turned on. Remembering when I was a babe suckling her tits when my mom wasn't around. I always remembered how she tasted, her sweet milk melting like butter on my tongue. Satisfying my hunger. Any ways, the woman who was with my aunt ripped off my aunts blouse. And began making my aunts aureoles into hardened peaks. 

Then began to unbutton her pants, and begin to feel her crotch. The two finally wrangled out of their clothing. And kissed with tongues and all. Before laying down on the hotel bed. They immediately got into a 69 position, fucking each others cunts. Lapping away. From the slightly open doorway between my aunts room, and mine, I could hear their juices sloshing around. Their tits crushed by each other's bodies. It didn't take the woman and my aunt long before they each climaxed, and came in each others mouths. The lay their a moment, both spent, before getting up off each other, and kissing each other.

My aunt reached beside her and strapped on her dildo, as the woman got on all fours on the bed, my aunt entered the dildo in the woman's slick cunt. Pumping in and out slowly. The woman's tits began to sway, and I wished that I was able to join the two, and grab the woman's tits, cup them, cradle them, feel the vibration of them as they swayed back and fourth. My aunt quickened her pace with her dildo in the woman's cunt. I heard the woman moan aloud. Then finally saying "fuck me." "Fuck me harder."

My aunt seemed to obey the woman's command. She fucked the woman's cunt harder than she already was. Both their tits were swaying furiously now. My Aunt cried out loud, an utterance I had never heard her say before. I'm guessing it was a double dildo. You know, half in my aunt's cunt, and the other half in the woman she was fucking. The woman finally uttered something I could barely hear. Then my aunt told the woman, "turn around and suck my dildo like you would a man's cock."

The woman did as she was told. And sucked my aunts dildo deep into her throat, swallowing her cunt juices. My aunt again told the woman "now kiss me, I want to taste your juices." The woman again complied, and they kissed. This went on all night.

I was in shock, but yet aroused, myself. Wishing I could have joined my aunt and the other woman. But instead, I quietly closed the door without anyone hearing me, and went to bed myself, dreaming of my aunt. I guess I have always secretly wanted to fuck my aunt, but always quickly put the thought out of my head. You know, the whole incest thing.

With boldness the next morning, I told my aunt what I had saw the night before. She was aghast!

"I thought you were asleep?" Cried my aunt.

"I was, until I heard a commotion in your room. I wanted to know if you were all right."

"How much did you see?" She replied.

"I saw enough," I said.

My aunts face was beet red, I'd have to guess about 16 shades.

"Listen Laurie, I appreciate your concern. But now I must teach you a lesson. Now that you are the legal age of 18 years old.." her voice trailed off, as she grabbed me, and kissed me with such fervor, her tongue probed the inner recesses of my mouth. And collided with mine. My aunt grabbed my tits, they weren't as big as hers, a solid 38d. They were about like my moms, a 34b. Enough meat for my aunt to grab onto. She then ripped off my blouse, and I hers. Cradling each others tits in our bras. We then each unhooked them, displaying our tits in all their glory. My aunt then cupped my tits, and bent down to suckle one. Making my aureole into a hardened nipple. I have dreamed for this moment for a long time. I melted inside. My aunt stopped suckling me, and commanded me to suck hers. I was totally ecstatic, I bent and sucked my aunts nipples one then the other. All the while Aunt Denise copping a feel of my crotch. I then broke away from my aunts tits. And said "I have been dreaming of this for a long time. And I have had such a crush on you like forever. Fuck me."

My aunt said, "this is your punishment, I decide when you get fucked. Now, get the rest of those cloths off."

We both finished getting undressed. Then my aunt commanded me to get on all fours, as she strapped on her dildo. I didn't need any Ky, as I was so wet from this moment.

Aunt Denise noticed this, and plunged that huge dildo into my dripping wet cunt. And began to fuck me from behind. She bent down and grabbed one of my swinging tits, while she pumped me. I was so turned on by this, that I screamed at the top of my lungs, "fuck me, fuck me."

Aunt Denise fucked that huge black dildo in my cunt, harder and harder. She screamed, I screamed. As we both climaxed. Then my aunt said to me, "I'm gonna teach you the art of making real love to a woman. Lie down on your back on the bed."

I did as I was told. Massaging my tits with my hands. My aunt unstrapped her huge black dildo, and laid it aside. Then she got on top of me and started kissing me, our lips meshed, our tongues probed. Her hands on my tits, massaging my nipples. She then bent down and kissed my throat. I laid my head back further, for easier access. She kissed me further, till she came directly to my tits. And took one of my nipples into her mouth. Cradling my nipple with her tongue. I was totally beside myself, my cunt was on fire. I need release. My aunt continued to suckle my tits. massaging one, sucking the other, then switching off.

She then kissed my belly, laved my belly button for a long time. Kissed me further down my torso, until she came to the apex between my legs. She stopped, and kissed my thighs. One, then the other. Kissing further down each leg, my feet, my heels, all the way up to my toes, sucking each toe. Especially the big one. My aunt sucked both my big toes, and licked them like they were a mans cock. I was watching her every move. I was so turned on by this. While my aunt was sucking and licking my toes, I was massaging my tits. It felt good, all the sensations were sending waves through my pussy. I couldn't wait till Aunt Denise ate me out.

Aunt Denise stopped sucking and licking my toes, and kissed each foot, top and bottom, before trailing her kisses up each leg. then reaching the apex between my legs, kissing all around my pussy lips. Then my aunt took the plunge, and sucked each of my pussy lips into her mouth, one at a time. It sent shivers through my body. My aunt took her tongue and laved each lip, before entering my pussy with her long tongue. My pussy yielded into the submission of her tongue. Licking, sucking, and licking and sucking. It felt so good, I placed my hand on the back of my aunts head, pushing her closer to my pussy, while my other hand played with my nipple. All the while watching the artistry my aunt was performing on me. Aunt Denise kept tonguing me, then she found my clit. I was in heaven as she laved the bud. Then taking a finger then two and entered it into my pussy, twisting and turning, rubbing in and out while laving my clit. It sent shivers all over my body again. I held my aunts head against my pussy, as she fucked her fingers in and out of my cunt, and her tongue laving my clit. Then my aunt did the unstoppable, she sucked my clit into her mouth, as hard as she could. I was bucking my hips against her hand and her mouth. Oh God, it felt so good. My pussy was on fire. And not only was I about to cum. But I was about to cum in my aunts mouth.

"Oh, God! Oh God, fuck me." I screamed.

"Oh, fuck me, fuckkkkkk," I breathed aloud, as I continued to buck my hips. My aunt then took her fingers out of my cunt, just as I went still, my pussy against my aunt, gushing juice after juice into her mouth. I could hear my aunt slurping up my juices. She surely was loud, haha. I finally came back to this earthly plane. As my aunt was still on top of me her lips meshed with mine, tongues probing. I could taste my own juices as our tongues probed. We stopped for a minute. And looked at each other, before my aunt said to me. "You got that? Now fuck me." As she laid back on the bed, her one leg out straight, the other bent.

I bent down and kissed my aunt on her blush colored lips. Probing my tongue, colliding with hers. My hands fondling her meaty breasts. Her nipples were already hard, from our previous fuck. I bent down and kissed her neck, then the top of her tits. Before cradling her nipples in my mouth with my tongue. One at a time I began to suck her nipples. Then I took my tongue and flicked her nipples. My aunt arched her back aiming her meaty tits towards me for better access. The more she arched, the more I flicked, and sucked. I loved my aunts tits. So meaty, so tasteful. So luscious. I began to trace kisses down her torso, laving her belly button as she did mine earlier. I kissed her further, and further, down each leg, making her pussy wait. I kissed each leg, down to her feet, the sucked each toe, laved the big one like a mans cock.

I looked up and saw my aunt playing with her 38d tits. pulling up on each nipple. It was making my pussy wet, and ache. I wish I was getting fucked again, I thought. But I continued to suck her toes. Before kissing the top and bottom of her feet. And back up each leg. Finally reaching her cunt. I placed kisses on her cunt lips. Then parting them. My aunt pulling her nipples upward, as she started to shake. My tongue entered her pussy with fervor. Tracing her walls as they cradled my tongue. I then found her clit budding out. So I fastened my lips upon it, then took one finger, then two.. then I got brave enough and got three into my aunts cunt. My aunt looked down at me and smiled. I sucked her clit with my lips, as my three fingers probed her pussy, twisting about. She pulled her nipple on one breast as she massaged the other. I was so hot for her, my cunt was on fire again. I continued to suckle my aunts clit. With each twist, my aunt writhed against my three fingers, moaning aloud. Boy can my aunt moan. The other hotel guests probably heard her. Haha.

I quickened my sucking on her clit, and twisted my three fingers in and out of her pussy, one last time before my aunt climaxed. I took out my fingers, and licked them, before fastening my mouth against her pussy again, grabbing all the juice my mouth could hold. She was gushing so much juice, that I actually thought she was peeing. Her cunt juices tasted so sweet, like honey. I kissed her cunt lips, then kissed her torso, laved her belly button a minute, trailing up to her gorgeous tits. Laving each nipple, trailing her neck, nipping along the way. Before I reached her mouth. I parted her lips with my tongue, and forced some of her juices into her mouth. We kissed with tongues, wagging, her juices back and fourth in our mouths. Then I swallowed what was left in my mouth. Kissed her one more time. Then staring at my beautiful aunt, I said,

"My God woman, you are a wonderful fuck."

Her face blushed all of 16 shades of red. As she said "You're not so bad yourself. Care to go another round?"

"Hell yes!" I said, as I laid back on the bed, and waited for my aunt to fuck me again.

I've had the time of my life so far. It has been wonderful.

But I get the feeling it will continue to be wonderful for the rest of my life. Thanks to my Aunt Denise. I'm sure glad my mom has a wonderful fuck of a sister. 



Keeping it in the Family



I work for a major electronics firm and do a bit of traveling to present our products to prospective customers. The beginning of the week had me traveling from my home base in NC out to Oregon. Usually I make these product presentations myself but this was going to be a huge deal and the Corporate Sales Manager told me he would like to tag along. No problem, the more the merrier.

I had a reservation at a Holiday Inn near the facility I was going to and when I went to check in with our Sales Manager they informed us they were sold out but could give us a room with two queen sized beds. It was only going to be for two nights so no big deal. RIGHT?

The first night I came out of the bathroom drying off from my shower. I was also going to shower in the AM but I felt scummy after sitting on a plane all day and wanted to clean up before we went out to dinner.

I was walking over to my suitcase lying on one of those chrome luggage stands most hotels and motels provide and Jim, my Sales Manager, said, "That's a nice tool you have there," while he was staring at my soft cock.

I didn't know how to respond so I just said, "It's only seven and a half inches hard so it's just adequate, certainly nothing even close to those talked about on the Internet." and kept on to the luggage rack. He was sitting on the end of his bed and I had to walk past him to get to my suitcase and as I went past him he reached out and lightly touched my still soft cock. Mmmmm, I had no idea he went this way but his actions told me otherwise. I turned to him with my cock about a foot away from his face and he grabbed it lightly and pulled it to his face.

He didn't say another word but opened his mouth and took my still soft cock in a few inches. I was still so soft he got at least four or five inches buried before I began to 'rise to the occasion'. The harder I got the less he could deep throat and by the time I was fully hard he only had about three inches touching the back of his throat. He then began to pump my cock as if it was the first one he ever had sucked and it didn't take long and I was shooting one load after the other deep down his throat. He was moaning with his enjoyment of what he had done and I just smiled down at him as he pulled his mouth off so he could lick up my come that was all over the head of my cock.

I'm thirty-one and he is in his early sixties and I didn't see what he was doing while he was deep throating me but I then looked down and could see him beating his meat fast and furious. It was only a few minutes after my orgasm that he had his and was shooting all over the place.

He said, "Tom, I hope you don't think any the less of me for doing that. I have wanted to suck you off since the first day I saw you." 

I replied with, "Not at all Jim. I must say that you did a great job on my cock. Let's go find a good place to eat other than you eating me again." I said with a laugh.

Dinner was great and afterwards we went up to the room to cover what I was going to present to the prospects the next morning. Once again he grabbed my seven and a half inches and pulled it to him as I was getting my suit off.

"Jim. I really would rather fuck your ass than get another blowjob. What do you say?"

"Oh God Tom, I did that for a guy one time and it nearly split me open and he wasn't anywhere near as big as you."

I responded with, "How about if I just put a few inches in and then jerk off and shoot up your ass that way?"

"Well, OK if you promise to stop if the pain is too much for me." 

I had him take me in his mouth to get my cock wet with his saliva and then had him lie on his back with his legs in the air while I positioned my cock in front of the lips of his ruby red ass. I gave a little push and his ass simply retreated from the intrusion so I pushed a lot harder and slid into him a couple of inches.

"Tom, that hurts a lot. Don't go in any further."

"OK." and I started to pump what I had buried. About every third or fourth thrust I slid in another fraction of an inch until I had a solid four or five inches in his tight asshole. All the time I was doing this he was feverishly jerking off and when I saw how occupied he was with his own cock I slid in almost all the way and then began pumping him deep and hard. We came at about the same time.

"Tom, I hope that pleased you for it hurt me a lot."

"Well, Jim it was terrific and I won't forget it any time I need a good piece of an ass I'll think of yours," I said with a smile.

I gave the presentation in the morning and it went over great. I walked out of the place with one of the largest contracts our company every received. 

On the way back home on the plane he kept trying to throw one of the airline blankets over our laps so he could slide his hands under it and get me going again. I kept pushing it away not wanting to get a hand job almost in public but I leaned over to him and said softly, 

"Jim. as nice as I was letting you suck me off and then fucking your ass for you I am counting on you working it out that I get put on a sales contract with a higher percentage. Particularly after the size of the deal I am just bringing in."

"You can count on it Tom. I am also counting on you not telling anyone else what I did for you in the room." 

"You got it Jim. I'll be looking for my new contract shortly after we get back to the office. RIGHT?"

He mumbled a bit but finally agreed that he would get right on it.

Well Jim turned out to be a liar. I waited a few weeks and when I didn't see any signs of the new sales contract I went to him and asked what the delay was. All he did was mumble some BS of an answer and I walked away.

I few days later there was a big meeting where our management was talking about all of the business we were doing in spite of the downturn in the economy. He mentioned the huge deal I had signed a few weeks earlier and the group roared their congratulations.

When the meeting was over I went up to the CEO and told him that I was turning in my resignation effective in two weeks and wanted him to be the first to know rather than for him to hear it through the corporate grapevine. I always got along great with him and he deserved better than that. 

He was really shocked and asked why I was leaving. I told him that I had received an offer of a sales contract with much better financial arrangement for me from another company in a business close to ours. He asked would I consider staying if he could match the new offer. I told him that I had pursued that with his Corporate Sales Manager with no luck but I would sure listen to his counter offer. As I was saying this I looked over at Jim and he was almost shitting his pants not knowing what I was talking to the head man about.

The CEO saw Jim still sitting in the back of the room trying to make it appear that he was busy with some paperwork and called him up to the front of the room where he and I were standing.

"Jim, I would like for you to get with Tom and work out a new sales contract for him. He is our top producer and I am not about to lose him to our competition. Make him happy Jim."

Jim tried to make it sound as if it was the first he had heard of any problem and replied that he would get right on it.

The CEO just looked at me and smiled saying, "Tom, you will learn one thing from this; when you are talking about money never take no from an underling, go to the top and nine times out of ten you will be successful."

I thanked him and as I walked past Jim as I was leaving the room I said, "Get your mouth warmed up for you are going to give me a great blowjob this afternoon in addition to working out my new sales contract." I told him I would meet him at his house around four after having heard his wife was going to be out of town for several days.

He must have left the office early for when I arrived at his front door he had changed into some casual clothes and greeted me with a big smile.

"Tom, I want to thank you for not mentioning anything about my activity out in Oregon with you." 

"Oh you're welcome Jim. I might have to use that info at some other time. Now where do you want to give my cock the attention it needs?"

"Let's go up to my study. It's a great room."

By the time he led the way I had my cock out and it was harder than a steel rod. I reached out and grabbed his shoulder turning him to me and then as I sat on one of the nice leather chairs I pushed him a down to his knees to get him in line for what he was going to do next.

He was so excited he slurped at least four inches in his mouth even though I was hard and he hadn't been able to bury that much when he was sucking me off in Oregon.

Damn, the way he was going after my cock it seemed as if he had been waiting to do this all day. I hadn't wanted to cum this quickly but the heat was rising in my balls and within a few minutes I was unloading a huge load down his throat.

"How was that Tom. Feel good?" he asked.

"It sure did Jim. Now I'd appreciate your getting me a towel to wipe off on and digging out some Vaseline from your medicine cabinet. We can sit around and chat for a bit while my cock recharges. I'm going to ream your ass a bit."

He stuttered and stammered a little as he said, "Sure Tom, give me a few minutes."

It didn't take him long to come back with the lube and we sat there chatting about the new contract he was going to draw up for me while waiting for my cock to recover from the blowjob. A half-hour later and I was ready to go again. 

I had him bend over the back of the chair I had been sitting in making his asshole a perfect target for the head of my cock. I had lubed it up and grabbed both of his hips while I slid it in a few inches. He moaned a bit and I began a slow in and out thrusting while I worked my cock in him to the hilt. When I had bottomed out I started the same kind of movement I had used on him when I had fucked his ass out in Oregon.

Things were going along just fine when I heard a God awful shriek and looked over at the door of the room and there was a woman standing there with one hand over her mouth and gasping.

"Dad, what the hell is going on?" she screamed.

With this kind of distraction my cock shriveled up to plain soft and slipped out of his ass. He pushed back and went over to the woman saying, 

"Sarah, I'm sorry you had to see this." Jim almost cried. She was his twenty-four year old daughter who had just come in unexpectedly from out of town. It turned out she was going to be moving back to this area and thought she'd just drop in on her folks and surprise them. 

"Yeah so am I. How long have you been doing this kind of stuff?" she answered.

"It's been a long time honey. Your mom and I don't get along sexually very well and I needed some relief so I turned to men."

So Sarah was obviously his daughter and he was caught. She kept staring at my now soft cock and I was wondering if she was going to take over where her father left off. She looked like a beauty that I would love to fuck.

"Dad, I am devastated by what I just saw and I am about to cause you the same pain." Looking at me she asked, "What's your name stud?" 

"It's Tom."

"Well Tom, unless you want me to blow the whistle on you and him, you and I are going to get it on. Agree?"

"Sure, but I don't have any condoms." I replied.

"No sweat, I had my tubes tied some time ago. No little bambinos for me."

"Sarah, don't do this. You'll regret it forever." Jim yelled.

"What about you Dad, the only thing you are going to regret is that I caught you with his cock up your ass. Now just sit there and watch your precious daughter get fucked by the same cock you were enjoying."

As she was saying this she was stripping and stacking her clothes on the chair I used when I was fucking her Dad's ass.

Damn, Sarah had a nice body under those wraps. Her tits weren't world class but her nipples sure were. They were sticking out and just begging to be sucked. She couldn't weigh more than 120 and had a super shape to match.

"Tom, sit over there on the sofa and I am going to kneel straddling you and you're going to ram that beautiful cock deep inside of me," she purred.

And that's exactly what happened. I didn't know if the screams she was letting out were to piss off her father or whether or not they were real but either way every time I rammed my cock to the bottom she let out a huge squeal. She sounded as if she was one of those professional tennis players every time they returned a ball. She had reached to the back of my head and pulled my mouth to her tits and I did my job and flicked my tongue over those lovely nipples and then sucked them soft and tenderly.

"Oh Tom, this isn't going to be the last time we do this. You're terrific."

As she said those words her father just groaned but when I looked over at him his cock was standing at attention. Watching his daughter getting laid had turned him on.

I whispered this to Sarah and she turned and just said, "Dad, do you want to fuck me next? How depraved are you?"

I thought I would add something to this and said, 

"Jim, be patient. When Sarah and I are finished I'll let you lick the juices of her and I off my cock. That should satisfy the urges you are feeling." 

Sarah couldn't just sit there getting laid in front of him she had to add something to what I said,

"Dad, rather than lick our juices off his cock you can get your mouth over here and suck his cum out of my pussy. How about that?"

He let out a huge moan and ran to the bathroom; I assumed to heave his guts. Eating his daughter's pussy didn't seem to be on his 'favorite things to do' list.

I could feel the heat starting deep inside of me and I reached out and grabbed her hips pulling her harder onto me as I was shooting my load deep inside of her. She came a minute or so later and after letting out a screech as she settled down in my lap saying, "If my ex husband had a cock like yours and fucked like you we'd still be married."

Jim had returned from the bathroom and Sarah and I were sitting on the sofa just shooting the shit and he came over and sat on the arm of it. 

"Sarah, I'm really sorry that you had to see this. I hope you can keep it between us and not tell Mom."

"Oh, my lips are sealed but my pussy isn't. Tom and I will have a repeat performance as soon as he recharges." 

Jim just groaned and turned to me as if I could help him out of this mess. I had no idea of what to do.

Sarah reached up to my lap and began to give my cock some attention and sure enough it worked.

"Sarah, what do you think about me letting your dad give me another blowjob? You and I can get together later for more fun and games. We'll make him giving the BJ contingent on him letting you watch the action. What do you say?" 

"Geez I don't know. Watching my father suck a dick is going to be strange. I'm not sure it won't make me sick."

"Well, then how about if I insist on fucking his ass. Could you watch that?"

"For some reason I think I'd probably have an easier time of that." She replied.

"OK that's it"

"Jim, grab your Vaseline and get over here and lie on your back on the carpet with your legs in the air. I am going to do some more ass reaming and Sarah is going to watch me so I don't hurt you." That last bit was pure bullshit but I thought it might make her sightseeing more acceptable to him.

I lubed my cock and then slipped it in him an inch or so and he started his tearful complaining. I wasn't about to listen to him and kept right on with my pressure. Another big push and I was buried to the hilt but by now he wasn't about to let his daughter see him really crying. I kept on thrusting and soon developed a nice rhythm to it. I motioned for Sarah to come over so I could whisper something to her. She did and then stood and moved over so that she was standing over him and then lowered herself so her pussy was right over his mouth. She dropped down a bit more and she had her pussy lips mashed all over his face. 

He had had his eyes closed during her repositioning and had no idea what she was doing but he damn sure knew as soon as he couldn't breathe because of being smothered by his daughter's pussy.

"Jim, give her a thrill and start licking for all you're worth. That will turn her on enough that she will be covering your face with her juices in a minute or so."

All I could see and hear was him frantically moving his head from side to side and blubbering up a storm trying to get away from her. I was still fucking his ass as hard and as fast as I could making sure I was driving my cock in all the way with every thrust. Sarah was running her fingers through her hair while she was swinging her head from side to side. From the back it looked as if she was really enjoying it.

I reached forward and cupped her tits and then held tight as my orgasm overtook me. She heard me groaning and her explosion wasn't far behind mine. Jim had grabbed his cock as soon as he came to realize there wasn't much he could do, or really wanted to do, about Sarah's pussy in his face so he was busy jerking himself off and he was soon shooting a load high in the air. Three orgasms in a mater of minutes... Whew.

"Well Dad, as a young girl growing up I never dreamed a day would come that you would have your face buried in my pussy. It was great and I might want you to do it again some time, that is if I can't find big dick Tom."

"Sarah, please never make me do that again. It's just not right." He begged.

"Dad, talk about something not being right what the hell do you call a married man in his sixties caught with another guys cock up his ass?" 

"I know, I know. I'm sorry but I can't promise it won't happen again. Your Mom won't give me a BJ nor will she even let me fuck her anymore."

"Well, you better get used to the idea that I am going to be taking a bunch of Tom's time with him fucking me every chance we get. I love his cock. You might have to find another stud for your ass." Jim just rolled his eyes and groaned.

"Hold on, if Mom won't let you fuck her how about fucking me?" She asked and went on to say, "It would be great. You could have your cock in me while Tom's was pounding your ass. What do you think?" 

"Oh my God. If I am fucking you I won't need a cock in my ass trying to please a guy," he answered sort of out of breath. It looked as if he was warming to the idea of fucking his daughter. 

"Well Pops, let's have a glass of wine while everyone recharges and we can give it a try. What do you say?"

An hour or so later Tom's cock was showing some signs of interest in some more activity and Jim was sitting on the sofa stroking his cock trying to coax it into life. I could see a HUGE problem we were about to face. Sarah seems to love my big cock and her Dad's is only about five inches hard. She'll hardly feel his as compared to mine. Another few minutes and her Dad had a hard on. 

She lay back on the sofa and motioned for her father to come over and do her. He lay on top of her and fumbled to get his cock aimed at her pussy but when he thrust it in her she barely moved. She didn't seem that she wanted to hurt his feelings after all of the other embarrassment she dumped on him for his gay activity but it looked as if she was going to be moving her ass around in an attempt to encourage him to have a fast orgasm.

It seemed to work. A few minutes later he was thrusting and grunting as his orgasm overcame him. It was kind of obvious why his wife had signed off sex with him; she probably hadn't really been fucked well in years.

He was panting up a storm as he rolled off of her and just lay on the floor alongside of the sofa and I looked down at him and asked, "How was that for a piece of ass Jim?"

"Oh God, it was terrific."

It was obvious that I could be a real bastard as I asked him, "Do you have any other daughters you could fuck?"




Keeping it in the Family



"No, you rotten son of a bitch and I am never going to do it to Sarah again."

"Just asking Jim. Don't get upset. You have to remember that you ate her pussy and fucked her so I'm counting that you haven't forgot that my cock is hanging here needing the attention of your mouth so get over here and do your stuff."

Sarah just looked at me sort of indicating that this wasn't part of the agreement. She didn't think she would be able to watch her father give a blowjob. Tough shit. She'll get to see him in action this way too. She had seen him with my cock up his as and his mouth on her pussy and she just had him fucking her so now it was my turn.

I sat on the easy chair next to the sofa and motioned for him to crawl over on his hands and knees to take care of my cock. He does seem to like to suck me off for his eyes lit up a bit as he bent to the task.

He grabbed my shaft and led it to his mouth and after letting his tongue lick up and around the purplish head of it took more of it in one smooth move than he had on any of the other blowjobs he had ever given me. I reached down and put my hands on either side of his head and just held him firmly where he was. There wasn't going to be any backing off on my part. I motioned for Sarah to come nearer me so I could suck her tits as her father was doing his thing. I let my tongue go a little crazy on her nipples as my mouth closed on them. You could have heard her moans over on the next city block.

I few minutes of his sucking my cock and I pushed him off and pulled Sarah by the hand and bent her over the back of the chair and after entering her from the rear we did some serious thrusting. Her moans with me working on her tits couldn't compare with the noise she was making as I was driving my cock in her hard and fast. She was screeching and squealing louder than I had ever heard any other woman. I had my hands on her hips pulling her to me as I buried my cock as deep as I could. She loved every inch of it. It didn't take long and she was exploding and I was right behind her. As soon as we both had cum I pulled her up and just cuddled against her while my soft cock slipped out of her. She moved her face over her shoulder to plant a huge kiss on me that had her tongue trying to find its way down my throat.

"Sarah, I don't know what you want to do about where you are going to live in the future but if you would feel uncomfortable living here with him and your mother you are welcome to move in with me. Your choice" "Thanks for the offer Jim but I think I'll stay here at least till my mother gets home and then who knows, I'll probably move in with that marvelous cock of yours."

A week later I had a knock at my door and opened it to find Sarah standing there with two suitcases. Her only words were, "There is a ton more of my stuff down in the car but let's fuck first." I guessed she was here to stay. 



Keeping It In The Family



'Christmas is a time for togetherness and compassion. It's not a time to be on your own, not if you have a choice.' That was what my wife Julie had written in her letter to me, and I couldn't disagree; which made it even more of a kick in the guts that this Christmas she was going to be over 3,000 miles away, in fucking Afghanistan.

I didn't agree with British involvement in the Afghan conflict, and deep down I could tell Jules didn't either. But she'd joined the Territorial Army over ten years earlier, and didn't feel able to criticise the government's policy, even as the body count rose above 200, then 250. To be honest we had a couple of huge rows over it before we reached a sort of truce, under which I muttered under my breath every time the subject came up on the TV news and Julie pretended she hadn't heard me. 

The Territorials used to be treated as a bit of a joke, seen as civilians playing at soldiers, called 'weekend warriors' by the regular army. Well not any more, not since thousands of them had been pulled out of their civvie jobs and posted to Iraq and Afghanistan, and started to join the ranks of the dead. When she's not being a marketing manager for a top fashion catalogue chain Julie's a lieutenant in the communications corps, but even so I kept telling myself it wouldn't happen to her, not my Julie, she wouldn't get ordered out there. Then she was. The day her brigade paraded before flying off she looked so proud, but I could barely see her for the tears clouding my eyes, prompted by a confused mix of my own pride for her, naked fear for her safety, and boiling fury that fucking idiot politicians were putting her life at risk.

I didn't sleep properly for nearly a week after she left, until I finally collapsed into bed in exhaustion and missed my shift at work the next morning. Jules and I were both 33 and had barely spent more than a week apart since we were 14, since I'd smuggled her the answers in a school science test. I joined the local Afghanistan families support group, one of only two men there, and, like all the others, within weeks I was an expert on every aspect of the conflict, Afghan geography, troop deployments, the leading generals and politicians on the allies' side, the most notorious Taliban commanders....

I cried again when Julie came home, and I shed more tears, of sheer bloody frustration, when she told me she was going back for another tour. She spent most of the first two days home sleeping; she'd lost weight and deep dark shadows had formed under her eyes. Like her chestnut hair and her complexion, they had lost their usual glow and just looked dull and faded. I tried to get her to talk about what she'd been through, but she only commented in very general terms, and I knew there were things she'd seen that she wasn't telling me. It seemed as though a gap had formed between us, one I just couldn't bridge. When she left this time I didn't expect to see her again until around Valentines' Day, but she was back after just a few weeks, in October, on compassionate leave to attend her father's funeral, following a massive heart attack.

Which brings me back to where I started, with that bloody letter. After the line about being on your own at Christmas Julie continued, 'I know you'll be on your own this Christmas Steve, and so will Mum. Please don't be angry at me, but I told her you'd suggested to me that you go round to have Christmas lunch with her. As you know, I'm all she's got, and with Dad passing so recently and me away Christmas is going to hit her so hard. I know you and Mum aren't close, but you've always had such a generous heart, babes, that I know you won't mind doing this for her, and for me. It'll do you good not to be moping around on your own on the big day too, and she does make a smashing Christmas lunch!"

Jesus Christ, at that moment I was so pissed off I nearly screwed the letter into a ball and hurled it into the bin. I couldn't believe Julie had done that to me. To say her mother and I weren't close was, frankly, taking the piss. Julie's dad, Ted, had been a nice bloke, very easygoing, but Ruth, her bitch of a mother, had never liked me, always thought I wasn't good enough for her little princess. The only time I'd even spoken to her since Jules was deployed overseas was an embarrassed grunted condolence at her husband's funeral, and in my entire life I'd never spent any time alone with her.

It was true I wouldn't have any company at Christmas. With my folks away on their annual Caribbean cruise, and my sister long since emigrated to New Zealand, I'd planned to spend a quiet day watching old movies on DVD, then I'd volunteered to work on Boxing Day. I'm a Building Services supervisor with the council, which meant an exciting day of organising emergency call-outs to tenants whose water pipes had burst, or whose toilets were blocked, that sort of thing. Still, it gave my colleagues an extra day with their families, and the double pay wouldn't do any harm either. The last thing I needed was to spend Christmas Day with the mother. But what could I do? My bloody wife had committed me, and I could hardly tell the still grieving widows her daughter had lied to her and I had no intention of wasting a day on her. So, gritting my teeth I phoned Ruth, did my best to make a bit of pleasant small talk, and we agreed I'd go round to hers for lunch at one o'clock on the day.

That Christmas morning was one of the most miserable of my life. I spent a pleasant 20 minutes talking on the phone to my sister and my seven-year old niece, but after that, to the background of a carol concert on the radio, I got thoroughly depressed sitting opening my presents from them, my absent wife and my absent parents. And all the while of course, at the back of my mind, like the shadow of a noose hanging over me, was the thought of that bloody lunch with Ruth. 

Anyhow, I dressed in a nice suit and took a taxi over there in good time, feeling a mixture of resentment and nervousness. Ruth surprised me when she opened the door by going up on tiptoe and giving me a welcome kiss on the cheek – she's the same height as Jules, five-four, whereas I'm six-two. She caught a whiff of my aftershave and her first words to me were "Mm, you smell nice Steve." Then she stepped back, looked me up and down and said, "And you look so smart. Julie's very lucky to have you." As she said that she rested a hand lightly on my chest, just for a moment. I was too gobsmacked to respond!

Ruth led me into the sitting room and we sat for a few minutes chatting and sipping sweet sherry before she headed towards the kitchen, from which the most wonderful aromas were emerging. On her way she knelt by her small artificial Christmas tree and picked up a package, brightly wrapped in Rudolph and Santa paper, which she handed to me. "You can open this while I'm serving up Steve. Merry Christmas." Inside was an electronic personal organiser, a quality one, in a tooled leather case. I was a bit overwhelmed by it - it made the box of chocolates and bunch of flowers I'd given her look pretty limp by comparison. When she came back in to call me into the dining room I gave her a big hug of gratitude, feeling my face flush in embarrassment as I did so.

The meal was superb. Julie's not much good in the kitchen but her mum's a real dab hand, and the turkey was cooked to perfection, as were the mountain of stuffing, sprouts, potatoes (roasted and mashed)...We washed it all down with a nice bottle of sparkling German white wine. As we ate we talked about past Christmases each of us remembered, me as a kid, her with her parents then later, when Jules was a toddler. In almost twenty years of knowing Ruth I'd never had a real conversation with her. Maybe it was the combined effect of losing her husband and seeing her daughter ship out to Afghanistan, but she seemed very different to the pursed-lipped, hostile, condescending old bag I'd always seen her as in the past. For a woman of 62 she'd kept her looks well too: her short brown hair had a few streaks of grey but her face was fairly free of lines and she still had quite a trim figure. I'd never really looked at Ruth's face – I'd spent most of the time avoiding eye contact with her – but I could see that Julie had her mother's big green eyes and her wide mouth.

Much to my surprise I really enjoyed the lunch and the chat then, after forcing down a piece of delicious home-made Christmas pudding, I staggered back into the lounge. Ruth said she'd be through in a minute with some coffee. Next thing I knew, I was jerked awake by the strains of the national anthem from the TV at the end of the Queen's speech! I mumbled an apology and Ruth chuckled and replied, almost tenderly, "That's all right love, Ted used to do the same thing, every year."

Ruth had a news channel on because through the day they were broadcasting messages home from the troops stationed overseas. And after about half an hour a little Christmas miracle happened, and there was Julie on the screen. She'd obviously had her hair tidied up for the occasion, and had even been allowed to don a little nice make-up. With a cheerful smile and in a breezy voice she wished her mum and me a happy Christmas, and said she hoped we were having a lovely day. Then, biting her lower lip and with her voice almost breaking, she half-whispered, "I miss you babe". I squeezed my eyes tightly shut to stem the imminent flow of tears, and a moment later I felt Ruth gently take my hand in hers and give it a comforting squeeze.

We both recovered our appetite enough to eat a few of the chocolates I'd given Ruth, then after a couple of hours of talk about family stuff and the situation in Afghanistan I made a move to leave. As I reached the front door Ruth rested a hand on my shoulder and, sounding suddenly nervous, said, "Um, Steve, I was wondering...Have you got any plans for New Years Eve? Only, if you haven't, well, I thought I could maybe come over to yours and keep you company. I mean, it doesn't matter if you're doing something, really, but...." A colleague had actually invited me to his New Years Eve party but, slightly to my surprise, I interrupted her and said that would be lovely, and that I'd make up the spare bed for her. Then I made my way home, mildly astonished at how much I'd enjoyed my time with my mother, and that I was actually looking forward to seeing her again in a week's time.

I worked on the days between Christmas and New Year, but I spoke to Ruth a couple of times on the phone and found myself thinking about her quite a bit, marvelling on the way my perception of her had changed. I had New Years Eve off and spent most of the day frantically tidying and vacuuming the house, and airing the little-used guest bedroom. Then I had a long shower, dressed in a nice suit, applied the aftershave I knew Ruth liked and made up some snacks, sausage rolls, cheese, pineapple and silverskin onions on sticks, that sort of thing.

Ruth arrived promptly at 8pm and we hugged in greeting, my nose in her hair. She was wearing a musky perfume and smelt absolutely gorgeous, and I said so. She gave me an extra squeeze and said "Thank you love, you smell nice again". She looked good too, in a sparkly black calf-length dress with thin shoulder straps, cut low enough to expose an expanse of smooth chest and he first swellings of her cleavage. As we hugged I felt a slight surprise and embarrassment at a twitch in my pants as my cock reacted to a female body pressing against mine, even if it was my mother's. We had a pleasant evening sitting side by side on the sofa, chatting, eating, drinking wine and watching a news channel cover the New Year celebrations around the world, including among the British troops in Iraq and Afghanistan. As it came close to midnight I got a bottle of champagne from the fridge and poured us both a glass. To the chimes of Big Ben we toasted each other and drained our glasses, which I recharged.

Taking another sip then placing her glass on the adjacent coffee table, Ruth placed a hand on my shoulder and murmured "Happy New Year, Steve love." It seemed right somehow to kiss her to mark the depth of our new friendship. I leaned in towards her cheek but at the last moment she turned her head and my lips pressed against hers. It was meant to last only a moment but we sat there, eyes closed, lips locked together as if glued, for several seconds. Finally we both sat back. I looked into Rut's lovely eyes, which were sparkling...and next thing I knew we were locked in a full-on snog, arms tightly round each other, mouths open, tongues jostling, the works! 

I felt Ruth's hand drop to my groin, her fingertips stroking the length of my cock, which was stiffer than it had been in months. I thought for a moment that she was going to unzip my fly and take me in hand, but just that stroking through my trousers was almost enough to send me over the top. Instinct taking control of my actions, one of my hands latched onto one of her boobs, gently squeezing it through her thin dress. I could actually feel her nipple stiffening against my palm. We must have stayed like that for fully two minutes, smooching and groping as the revellers on TV in Trafalgar Square cheered us on. Finally we came up for air and Ruth sat back, her face flushed. With an embarrassed giggle she mumbled, "Oh dear, I think that bubbly's gone straight to my head. Time for bed I think." She cupped a palm to my cheek for a moment then stood, said, "G'night Steve, see you in the morning", and left the room. I slumped back, my mind spinning, trying to get to grips with what the hell had just happened.

I gave Ruth a few minutes to use the bathroom then crept upstairs. As I stripped and climbed into my own bed I was deeply aware of my still painfully aroused member, and of the highly desirable, sexily charged woman in the room next to mine. I think I fell asleep almost immediately, and I dreamt of Julie. We were on a cliff-top walk we both enjoy and she was just ahead of me, completely naked, her slim buttocks swaying before my eyes. But then she turned to face me and the image shifted: instead of my wife standing there, smiling provocatively at me, it was my mother who faced me, her nude body blurred in my mind's eye.

Sometime later during the night another dream forced itself on me, this one even more vivid. A pair of lips was attached to my cock under the duvet, sucking it as soft female fingers stroked my balls. My head fell to one side and the luminous numbers on my bedside clock glowed in my eyes, making me realise I was awake – but I could still feel that mouth and those fingers teasing my straining dick! I gasped "Ruth, you can't", but she shushed me and carried right on licking and sucking me. I hadn't so much as looked at another woman in the 13 years Jules and I had been married but now, surrendering myself completely to my mother, I sank back into the bed, cradling her head in my hands as I felt the gradual build up of orgasm warming my belly. She stroked her succulent lips up and down the length of my shaft, running her tongue around the head and along the underside, while wanking the base with one hand and delicately stroking my balls with the other. After a couple of minutes I gasped "!'m cumming", and far from withdrawing she increased the pressure and speed of her mouth on my cock. When I released my hips bucked at her and my cock jumped in her mouth as I gave a huge groan of pleasure. When I'd subsided she slid up the bed, her unfettered breasts tracing across my belly and chest, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply. It took me a moment to realise that she hadn't swallowed my jizz, but was spreading it around the inside of my mouth on the tongue.

We stayed like that, kissing, her on top of me, my hands cupping her warm, squeezable buttocks, for several minutes, until I slipped my mouth down to one of her breasts. Her nipple tasted lovely, long like Julie's but bigger and more spongy, made for sucking. As I flicked my tongue over it, and rolled the other one between my fingers, Ruth growled deep in her throat and her hand dropped back down to my cock. Within moments I was stiff and ready again, and rolled on top of her. I could feel a thick pubic bush tickling against my knob, and with her hand she guided me to her slit. 

I entered her with a deep hard thrust and she gave a gasp of pleasure. She began to move with me, rolling her hips in small circles and stroking the backs of my legs with the soles of her feet, and she greeted each of my strokes with a grunt. She wasn't as tight as Julie but her pussy felt gorgeous, like a boiling, soaking velvet glove wrapped around my prick. Ruth's grunts gradually turned into little whimpers as she approached orgasm, and her hips started to jerk up at me in rhythm with my thrusts. Suddenly she wailed, her entire body seemed to stiffen for a moment, and she hugged me tightly to her as her cunt muscles tightened around me. Having already cum once I was able to carry on for several minutes longer, and she lay panting shallowly until finally, with one last huge push, I released into her. Our encircling arms crushed our bodies together and we smothered each other's faces with wild kisses. It occurred to me that we had barely said a word to each other in the time since I had awoken with my dick in her mouth...then the next thing I remembered was being awoken by the morning light shining through a gap in the curtains, and finding myself alone in the bed.

I rolled into almost a foetal position on my side, and tried to make sense of the torrent of thoughts rushing through my head. I knew I should have been wracked with guilt that here, in the marital bed Julie had shared with me for so long, I had screwed her mother. But what I actually felt was the delicious afterglow of having enjoyed energetic sex with a lovely, enthusiastic partner. I think that after all the months of tension and loneliness without Jules I had needed the emotional and physical release of a good fuck; and, I tried to convince myself, that if I was going to have sex with another woman Julie would rather it be with her mother, giving her comfort too, than someone else.

As these rather confused thoughts were bouncing around in walked Ruth, carrying a cup of tea for me. I could see from her damp hair that she had showered, and she was wearing a light cotton dressing gown, which hung half open. Placing the tea on my bedside cabinet she stroked her fingers across my forehead and murmured "Good morning darling". Lazily I reached out and pulled her gown further open, and she stood quite unselfconsciously as I took my first look at her nakedness. She's nearly 30 years older than me but, Christ, she's got a beautiful body. Julie has always been slim, and to be honest she's gone rather too skinny for my taste, her ribcage showing and her hips bony. Ruth, by contrast, has a gorgeous womanly figure: plump rounded boobs which have not surrendered to gravity, with those succulent nipples; a slight swell of belly, which I think looks quite lovely; and, nestling between wonderfully plump thighs, a trimmed but thick brown pubic bush, so different, and so much sexier, than Julie's Brazilian-style single strip of hair down the middle of her pubis.

Feeling my stomach churn with lust, I grabbed the lapels of Ruth's gown and, as she chuckled in delight, gently pulled her onto the bed. My mouth found a nipple like a homing pigeon returning to base, and she sighed happily and stroked my hair. After a minute or so, I stroked my tongue down her body and tickled it in her belly button. As I continued to kiss lower, her rich pubes tickling my cheeks, her grip on my hair tightened and she whispered, "Oh fucking hell, yes, please". Until so recently I'd seen Ruth as this rather stiff, prim and proper middle class lady, and to hear her talk like that as I prodded her big clit with my nose felt unbelievably erotic. I prised her swollen labia apart, stroking the lips with thumbs and fingers, inhaled the perfume of her arousal, then drove in with my tongue. Ruth squealed at the first contact and lifted her legs over my shoulders, locking them around my head. She seemed to taste so much sweeter than Julie, and I lapped greedily at her soaking cunt before settling my mouth over her clit and easing two fingers into her. As I finger fucked her, swirling my tongue round her clit, she panted and made whimpering sounds which increased in intensity until they turned into a scream, she bucked wildly and I felt the joyous pressure of her pussy clamping around my fingers. I hadn't tasted enough of her though, and continued feasting on her and squirming my fingers inside her, making her cum at least once more. At last, my face damp and sticky from her flowing juices, I moved back up the bed, pulled Ruth into my arms and held her while she recovered her breath. It took a while but then, eyes shining with tears, she gently kissed me on the cheek and whispered, "Thank you so much darling. Ted never did that for me, I've always wanted to know what it felt like."




Keeping It In The Family



We stayed in bed together for most of the rest of the day, sleeping in each other's arms, sucking and fucking. We've spent every night since then together, and Ruth has pretty much moved into my home – mine and Julie's. She's a much more adventurous and brazen lover than Jules, always ready for me and eager to do anything. One of our most memorable sex sessions was in the lounge, watching a porno DVD I'd bought. Before long Ruth was kneeling on the sofa with me behind her, my tongue buried deep in her tight, sweet bum as I rimmed her, before we moved into a lovely 69 then fucked, gazing into each other's eyes. We had to work quite hard afterwards to get the cum stains out of the fabric of the sofa!

I keep telling myself that this will only last until Julie comes home from Afghanistan, that everything will then return to normal. But I think that's partly because I'm a little scared to admit to myself that I really don't want it to stop. I've fallen deeply in love with Ruth, with an intensity I can't remember ever feeling for my wife, and I'm addicted to screwing and sucking her sweet furry pussy. How we'll handle it when Julie does return I don't know, but that's for the future; for now I know only that I want to spend every moment I can in the arms of my beautiful, sexy mother.



Keeping It in the Family



Lisa and I have known each other since high school but we didn't actually start dating until she graduated from college. Then we dated on and off for about five years before we both settled on each other and married in a pretty lavish wedding at her parent's beachfront property. While both of our families are pretty well off financially, Lisa decided to be a school teacher and I went on to work outside our families businesses.

Lisa has an older sister Lynn and a younger brother named Clark. While I grew up with an older brother myself, he was killed in an automobile accident when I was just twelve. My parents never really overcame their grief and it had a big impact on me as well. I loved my brother dearly and I guess that's why it seemed so foreign to me that Lisa and her two siblings seemed to be so distant with each other. 

Clark is a nice enough man, but as soon as he was able, he left their home and moved away. Lisa doesn't say much about him other that he lives somewhere in Los Angeles. Lisa and Lynn too have a pretty cold relationship. Perhaps that comes from their parents, who might take care of their physical needs, but never seemed to show any of the kids' real affection. But I'm beginning to sound like a psychiatrist and I'm far from qualified at doing so.

While Lisa's parents have a difficult time showing love, they do believe strongly in family appearances and a few times a year at Thanksgiving, Christmas and at least once during the summer, typically around July 4th, we all get together at their home or beach property. While Clark never attends, Lynn and her husband always joined Lisa and I at their parent's home.

While Lisa's parents have hinted at grandkids, none of us have gone down that path yet and it may be longer for Lynn who divorced her husband after eight years of marriage.

Both girls are gorgeous brunettes although Lynn is taller and perhaps more striking physically. Actually, she is definitely more glamorous but seems to have an edge about herself. She has always reminded me of Catherine Zeta Jones, the actress from the Zorro movies. She's 5'7", a good five inches taller than my wife.

I have always had the impression that Lynn didn't like me very much. Not from the first time we met and has really only had the most superficial things to say to me. Then again, she doesn't treat me any differently than Lisa so I pretty much dismissed it. Things all started to change last Christmas though when Lisa's family invited us to their place for the week.

I'm in sales and things are fairly dead that time of year between the first week or two of December and the first week of January, so we normally head to their parents house back in our hometown. While Lynn still lives in the city, since she was going through a divorce she sold her house and moved back in with her parents for a while.

It was our third night there when we were invited to a Christmas party with some of our old high school friends. We were ready to get out of the house and Lisa asked Lynn if she would like to attend with us. Lynn seemed to ponder it for a while but the idea of staying in with her parents or going into the city herself didn't seemed appealing so she decided to join us.

The party was great and I saw a lot of my old friends but one in particular was a girl I dated in high school, Patricia, or Trish as we all called her. I struck up a conversation and though I went off talking with others I seemed to gravitate back toward her. She is a very pretty blonde with blue eyes that always disarmed me.

I guess we both had too much to drink because by the end of the night we were out on the back deck of the house. There was one of those outside gas heaters which kept us fairly warm but the next thing I know Trish is sharing how her marriage wasn't what it used to be. Her husband Carl, who himself was in the house sharing hunting stories with any guy that would listen, according to Trish, hardly ever touched her. When he did, it seemed to be for his pleasure only before he moved on to other things.

I'm not sure if it was the drinks, her story, the blue eyes or the love that was never quite extinguished but I soon found her in my arms as we kissed. Her plump lips were just as sweet and soft as I remembered as her tongue probed my mouth first. I felt her chest against me as my hand rubbed the contours of her back.

I know what we were doing was wrong and I should have never done anything like that but any resistance I had was broken down by the alcohol and Trish's warm touch as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

Both of us were startled by Lynn's voice, which sent shiver's down my back. I never heard the door open or feel her presence as she said in a very straightforward voice, "Lisa's looking for you. She wants to leave."

Both Trish and I looked at Lynn who seemed to give my former high school sweetheart a once over with her eyes before she turned and walked back inside.

"I'm sorry, so sorry. I got carried away. Are you going to be okay," Trish asked as she looked at me. My face still probably betraying both my shock and concern.

"Yea, don't worry about it," I said back as I took her hand. "Hey listen, if you and Carl, and its none of my business...but life's too short ...you know?"

I saw the smile on Trish's face, "Yea, I know. You happy?" she asked.

"Yea, yea I am," I shot back. And I was. I had driven off the path momentarily and my actions in the last hour were suspect but I was happy with my marriage. I had a wonderful wife, a good job, and a fantastic life. What I didn't count on was the road ahead.

Driving home Lisa sat up front with me and Lynn behind her in the backseat. "So where did you get off too? I couldn't find you anywhere," Lisa inquired breaking the silence. 

"Just talking with friends outside...but I was headed in. I was ready to call it a night," I lied as I looked in the rear view mirror to catch Lynn's eyes staring right into mine. The glare seemed either one of contempt or resentment and I was very anxious wondering if she would say anything on the ride home about what she saw.

While she didn't like her sister, it was her sister and I always had the impression she liked me even less. Would she tell Lisa she had walked outside to see me in the arms of another woman? It was after all just a kiss and was going no further but it would be hard to explain and likely hurt Lisa.

Lisa knew Trish and remembered our relationship well. Trish was just a year younger and we dated in high school and were featured pretty prominently in my high school annual. Lisa was actually six years younger and was in junior high school when I was dating Trish, I'm not sure there was any jealousy there, but she certainly would be crushed to hear I was on the deck kissing an old high school flame.

I was relieved when we arrived home and Lynn headed straight upstairs as Lisa and I chatted with her parents about the evening before we all turned in. Lisa and her mother made plans to get up early and go Christmas shopping, so she dressed for bed, gave me a quick peck on the lips, said goodnight, and it was off to sleep.

When I awoke the next morning she was already gone as I made my way downstairs. Her dad was also gone, leaving just Lynn and I at the house. She was already downstairs having coffee and a bagel looking over the paper, when I trudged in and made myself a coffee.

I wondered if I should even bring up the events of the prior evening but I also didn't want to live in a state of panic with a cloud hanging over my head, "Lynn, about last night," I began as I saw her peering over the paper. "I had a few too many drinks and things got a little heated, and, well, nothing happened or was gonna' happen," I reasoned. "And, I'm sorry it did. I've never done that before and I hope, we can keep it between us. I mean even though nothing happened, Lisa would be hurt, and I'd appreciate it if we could just drop it."

I wasn't sure at all if that went down like I had planned. I had thought last night what I would say but at my moment of delivery I sort of stepped all over my words.

"So you're off fooling around on my sister and you want me to stay quiet about it?" she shot back setting the paper down on the table.

"I'm not fooling around," I countered defensively.

"Really?," Lynn smirked. "That looked pretty intense to me. If I hadn't announced myself, you would have probably taken her over the banister,"

"Please," I rebuffed indignantly. It was a kiss for God's sake. That's all. I'm just asking you not to make it any bigger than it was and if you would consider, I mean, not that it was going anywhere, but can you just keep it between us?" I asked.

"That I lie for you," she stated back.

"No, damnit, just don't say anything. Listen, I know we haven't always had the best relationship. I don't know why. I like you. I really do. I'm just asking for a favor. I made a mistake. That shouldn't have happened. Please don't say anything. It would hurt Lisa and if word got back to Carl some how, I'm not sure what he would do. Would you do that for me?" I pleaded.

"I'll think about it. Now can I finish this article?" she peered at me in a short tone.

I simply refilled my coffee and went back upstairs, took a long hot shower, and then headed for my bedroom to catch up on email.

I heard Lynn's door open and it sounded like she had gone down the hall for a shower and to dress as well. It was perhaps thirty minutes later that I looked up to see Lynn walk in our bedroom. She was wearing a white robe and her hair tied up in a bun. I suspected to keep it from getting wet in the shower.

"Okay, I thought about it. I'll keep your secret, I'll do something for you but you need to do something for me," she said as she walked in a little further.

I sat the laptop over on the bed listening for what it was I could do in return. 

"It's been months, almost a year since anyone's even touched me. Rick had people following me for months before the divorce and I'm not much on the bar scene..."

I couldn't believe where I thought this was headed. "You're not suggesting," I paused looking at her. "your're not thinking you and me?"

"Well it wouldn't be the first time for you would it? I mean you were willing last night with your friend," she started back.

"Look Lynn," I explained. "That wasn't going anywhere, and I haven't ever cheated on my wife...ever." I shot back.

There was part of me wondering if this was a test. Was she really just seeing if I would do that? Cheat on my wife. She couldn't be serious. Lynn had never even given me the time of day before in the seven years or so I had known her.

"I'm not asking for much, really. I don't want your love, no strings, no drama. Just sex. You take care of something I want, I'll take care of something you want," she answered.

"No, I'm not that way. You want to tell my wife I was talking to a high school girlfriend and things got out of hand go ahead. I'm not sure she'd believe you anyway. Fuck, I could deny it. Yea, you think she's going to believe a sister that can't stand her? You fucking do what you want," I retorted. I felt anger in my voice as she just looked back.

"And Carl, Trish's husband. He going to blow it off as well?" she smiled.

"You fucking wouldn't do that. Even you aren't that much of a bitch. What do you gain by that? What have you got against Trish?" I inquired,

"Nothing baby. I have nothing against Lisa or Trish. I don't want to tell them anything. You're missing the point here. I'm just saying I'll take care of you... if you take care of me," she responded as she moved over to the bed, her hand coming to rest on my bare foot.

Her touch was electric and warm.

"You don't even like me" I stated trying to get a handle on what was happening.

"I like you baby. I've always liked you. I like what I see. I just never liked your taste in women. I never understood what you saw in my droopy little sister." Lynn was now rubbing my foot in her hand, staring at me, her voice very sultry and sexy.

"Lisa's so... so vanilla baby. The first time I saw you, at the beach house, damn I thought you had one fine body. I thought then what a fucking waste on her. She doesn't know how to use it," Lynn ventured as her hand now trailed from my foot across my bare leg, her fingertips barely touching the skin.

"So you're blackmailing me unless I make love to you. Is that what I'm hearing... just so I have it straight," I countered.

"Blackmail? Who said anything about blackmail? I'm offering you a deal. I'll keep your secret ... and I'll keep our secret. No one has to know. I've seen the way you look at me too. I know you've had the same thoughts. Wondering what it would be like to fuck the sister. I've seen it in your eyes. You like what you see. You've always thought about it," Lynn teased as she continued to run her right hand along my leg as she took her left and untied the robe letting it open in the front.

At the same time she reached up and undid the bun in her hair letting it fall and cascade over her shoulders. Her brown hair was long and thick and it bounced as she walked.

The robe parted as she moved exposing her stomach, clinging to both breasts and hiding them but exposing her flat stomach, cute navel, and gorgeous shaved pussy. My eyes were drawn to a little diamond piercing in her belly button that glistened in the overhead light.

Her pussy was shaved bare, pretty bare lips that turned in. I was amazed that while sisters, Lynn and Lisa didn't look the same necessarily. While both brunettes, Lisa was a little thicker. Not plump by any means but her hips were much more full and her pussy lips flared at the top exposing her inner lips. Where Lynn's lips seemed to be a smooth mound folding in on itself. Lisa also kept a strip of hair just above the top of her hood, She said the shaved look made her feel like a little girl but there was no doubt her sister was all woman.

"You like what you see don't you baby? I'm not vanilla... not at all. I'll take you places you never been. You fuck her last night? When you guys went to bed, did you fuck my little sister?"

Almost in a trance I shook my head betraying our secrets. Lisa had a busy day and was getting up early to shop with her mom. I remembered she had slipped into her nightgown and kissed me goodnight as we both drifted off to sleep.

"No, I didn't think so. Would it surprise you to know I lay awake down the hall thinking about you? You probably don't know it but I was outside for a while watching you and Trish. I saw the way you ran your hand over her ass. I envisioned it was me you were holding, my lips you were kissing. I have a little friend that I keep in my drawer by the bed. Lisa have a little friend?"

I had to think for a second before I realized she must mean a vibrator. Again, I shook my head. Lisa wasn't into marital aids that I was aware.

"No, of course not. Well I lay on my bed last night, playing with myself. Playing with my nipples, fucking myself, imaging it was you," Lynn cooed as she finally made her way up to my shorts allowing her fingers to run across the fabric till it found the mound that had already begun to harden in my pants.

"Ooom," you might have said no but your cock says yes doesn't it?" she teased. "Yea, I thought about you sucking on my breasts, my nipples, as your hard cock explored my pussy. That's what I was thinking about last night...and this morning....and right now. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your tongue on my pussy," Lynn urged.

Lynn's finger squeezed and massage the cock, growing in my shorts, as she moved closer now standing inches from me as her left hand trailed down to her pussy and deftly ran up and down her slit. My eyes were drawn to the soft contours of her cunt as she dipped a finger in, running it up the slit, stopping to tease the clit, peaking out as she slid the finger down and then into her warm hole.

Then she surprised me by removing the digit and placing her warm, wet fingers to my lips, coated in her savory pussy juices. She didn't wait for my acceptance as she pushed the finger between my lips as I sucked on her finger, her eyes closing as I sucked it clean.

If I had been resistant, even belligerent with her earlier, I was falling fast as I pulled her closer, my hand grasping her firm cheeks, encased in the satin robe she still wore.

"Taste me Bobby. Taste my juices. I want you to feel your tongue on my pussy. I want you to eat me," she cooed as she backed up from the bed, "Stand up," she commanded much more than asked as I rose from the bed that just a couple of hours earlier I shared with my wife.

I knew what I was doing was wrong but I knew she was serious when she said she would tell my wife and Carl about what she saw. What did she have to lose? Besides, this woman was stirring my blood and like she said, who would know?

As I stood before her, she smiled, knowing she was minutes away from her prize. No more pretense, no more resistance. "Remove your shirt," was the next request as I slipped it over my head. "Now the shorts." I started to lower the shorts before she encouraged me lower them both, the shorts and the briefs. I hesitated, looking into her eyes, before I slipped them off my hips and pushing them down my thighs. I stepped free leaving me nude before my sister.

Lynn looked on appreciatively as my cock stood at attention. I was already excited as it throbbed in anticipation as she let her own robe drop from her shoulders exposing her lovely breasts to me for the first time. 

Lynn had been correct that I had always admired her lean, gorgeous body. Even when she was married, I'd steal glances and give her more than a once over. I just never knew she cared about mine as I looked at her. She told me later she was a 34C – 25 – 36 and there was no doubt she worked hard to keep her body toned.

Lynn made the first move as she stepped into me. Her breasts, capped off by two erect nipples, pushed into my chest as she kissed me for the first time. Her lips were different from Lisa's, perhaps firmer and certainly more deliberate as she explored my mouth with her tongue. Her arms wrapped around my back and dropped to squeeze my ass as I felt my dick sandwiched between our warm bodies.

I wanted her. I wanted to take her. I loved making love to my wife, that is when we did so, but at this moment I wanted to fuck her sister. I wanted her in the worst way as she kissed me passionately, with a hunger that seemed to have been pent up as she sucked on my tongue, sliding her lips over mine, grasping and pulling on my hard cock. 

"Eat me Bobby, lick me," she encouraged as she placed her hands on my shoulders and guided me to my knees. I didn't need to be coached as I slid down easily staring at the beautiful price before me. I couldn't get over how Lynn and Lisa's pussies looked so different. But I didn't waste time as I kissed her folds softly before running my tongue down her moist slit.

Lynn was already wet and I tasted her sweet juice as I stopped to run my tongue at the top of her hood, sucking on her little digit there that I teased and toyed with drawing sighs and groans. My tongue shifted downwards as I pushed it in her hole as far as I could. My face pushing hard against her pussy as she spread her legs giving me free access to her juicy pussy and ass.

I glanced up to see Lynn playing with her own nipples, pinching, pulling at the little nubs, as her eyes closed in ecstasy.

"Oh, that feels so fucking good. You don't know how long I thought about this. Lick me baby, suck on my clit....oh yes, there, there!" she almost shouted as I worked the clit with my tongue and gently nibbled it with my teeth.

I loved her taste, sweet, wet, coating my face as she bucked against me. I felt her legs shaking as I rubbed the back of her ass. Her ass was round, firm, and gorgeous as I parted her cheeks with my hands allowing my two thumbs to play with her rosebud drawing groans from her. 




Keeping It in the Family



Her legs tightened around my face and her legs shook as she screamed out, "Fuck I'm cumming, I'm gonna cum," until she actually ejaculated into my mouth. I had heard of women squirting but none of my lovers actually has. But Lynn had a stream of juice that flooded my mouth and ran down my chin.

It surprised me at first but once I realized what she was doing, I savored the sweet nectar that flooded my face. She actually finished with a little shriek, not a loud scream mind you, but one of joy, as she pulled me to my feet and kissed me again, tasting her own juices.

In no time she was pushing me over to the bed and with me sitting, she knelt between my legs and began to lovingly suck my cock and balls. She cupped my balls in her hand and licked them, sucking them lightly. I loved when Lisa went down on me but she didn't have the same gusto as her sister who worked my shaft with her fist and lips, plunging her head way down on my pole deep throating me.

No doubt big sister was a great deal more experienced in the lovemaking department and she exhibited it by the tongue bath and deep throat techniques that would have made any porn star jealous. Eventually she pulled both legs up on the bed and slid onto it as well giving her knees a break as she lay between my legs on her stomach, her feet in the air, almost circling as she worked my cock over.

She was really going to town on my balls, something I'm not quite accustomed to as she bathed them with her tongue, sucking them in her mouth, and running her tongue between the sack and my asshole. Lynn pushed my legs up, bending them until my thighs were flush against my chest exposing my crotch to her in a way that everything was on full exhibit.

Then she did something no one had ever done before. Lynn began to slide her tongue closer and closer until it slid over my asshole. I immediately gushed, "Fuckkkk..."

Seeing the effect, Lynn zeroed in on my little hole and dabbed her tongue in, pushing, probing an erogenous zone I never knew about. "You like that baby? You like having me lick you there?," she cooed as she kept up her oral assault.

"Mother fucker, I've never had anybody do that. Holy shit," I groaned as I grabbed my knees, pulling my legs back more giving myself totally to her.

"I told you I wasn't vanilla. I like being dirty. I'm a dirty girl and I believe you like dirty girls. You like having a woman playing with your ass Bobby? You like having me eat that ass of yours?"

"Yes," I groaned.

"Tell me... tell me what you want me to do," she directed.

"Eat my ass. Lick me you filthy bitch," I barked. I couldn't believe I was saying things like that to my sister but it really seemed to get her off as she pushed her face harder into my back side.

"Oh shit," I moaned as she licked my ass and jacked my cock still slick with her saliva until she finally pulled away from my ass and went back to sucking my cock. But she wasn't done with my butt as I felt a finger, gently probing. Just a little at first and when I didn't object she dipped it in further as I groaned.

"Yea, I'm fucking your ass Bobby. Nobody's ever done that I bet. Fucked that little virgin ass of yours have they?," she inquired as she sucked up and down on my shaft teasing the head of my cock. 

"No," I muttered, the feeling simply indescribable as her finger touched my prostrate. I had never felt feelings like that before and I felt so vulnerable to her.  

"I love ass play Bobby. I like a man, a hard man to fuck my ass. You ever fucked a woman in the ass before?" she purred 

"No, no never," I groaned as she worked her fingers slowly, methodically into my chute.

"Oh, I really like it. I think I like a hard cock in my ass almost as much as my pussy," Lynn said in between slurps of my cock. I also like fucking a man there. I like playing with his ass. I think you like it too. That makes me happy. I really like that. I'm gonna' have fun playing with your ass, licking it, sucking on it, fucking it. That's what you want too... isn't it. You want me to fuck it like I'm fucking it now," she teased.

"Yes," was all I said back.

"Yea, raise your legs up higher honey, let me get at that sweet asshole," she encouraged. I did as she said, wrapping my legs in my arms, exposing more of my ass to her. "I bet you'd like me to get my vibrator and fuck that little hole of yours. Really fuck it good wouldn't you?" I didn't say anything. Instead I just enjoyed the feeling of heat that emanated from my loins.

"I'd love to take a strapon to that thing. Fuck your ass like a little bitch. I bet you'd really like that wouldn't you? To be treated like my little bitch? Taking cock like a slut? You wanna' be my bitch Bobby? You want to be Lynn's little slut?" she cooed.

"Yes, fuck yes, oh fuck that feels so good," I groaned. And it did. I had never felt anything like it before.

"I think Bobby has a new lover. You my lover now Bobby? You like fucking your sister, giving yourself to her. What would Lisa think if she knew you were my little bitch? That I owned this ass now. That it belonged to me. That's true you know. It's mine now. You might be married to my baby sister but your ass belongs to me," Lynn continued as I shut my eyes and let her lips move up and down on my shaft. Her fingers, now three sawed in and out of my ass which seemed to open up for her now as she went faster and faster.

"Does my sister give head like I do Bobby? Who sucks cock better baby? Tell me," she insisted.

There was no use denying it. "You do. Fuck, there's no comparison," I shot back as she wrapped her tongue around the head of my cock. I opened my eyes to see her wide smile as she stared back in my eyes. "I bet she doesn't swallow either does she? Not Miss Prim and Proper. We might get messy," she taunted.

Lynn's resentment of Lisa seemed to rage within her. Some deep rivalry and angst that bubbled up from deep within. Lisa really wasn't crazy about giving oral sex as much as she enjoyed me doing it to her. Truth was Lisa wasn't that crazy about sex. It was a necessary part of a relationship and she enjoyed making me happy and enjoyed too the feelings it produced for her. But she wasn't exactly a dynamo in that department. Not at all like her sister who was working me over.

"You know if you cum in my mouth and I swallow it that your cock belongs to me too," she teased. "These balls, this cock," she paused long enough to look down at them, "They're mine just like that ass. Anytime I want it you have to give it up. Lisa might have your heart but your cock and ass are mine," she taunted.

I only groaned as she worked my cock in her hands and mouth. "You gonna' cum? Is that what you want? You want to cum for Lynn?"

"Yes," I moaned.

"You know what it means right? If you cum, cum in my mouth and I swallow that load, you give yourself to me. Nobody will know but us but you always have to do what I say. That cock belongs to me... not her. If I tell you I want it, you can't let her have it. Not all day. You can go down on her, but you don't fuck anybody but me. At least while we're together. That cock is all mine... and that ass to. And I'm going to fuck that ass. You know that right? I'm gonna pull out a strapon I have in storage and I'm gonna wear that thing out before ya'll go home," she informed me.

My cock was so hard. I knew it was only a matter of time before I came all over the place. "That's what you want isn't it? For me to fuck you like a little girl? Like the bitch you are. You're a slut just like me. You're not like Lisa. You got to have it. You want pussy. You want someone sucking your cock, fucking that tight asshole of yours," Lynn kept on.

I couldn't believe what she was doing for me as my balls contracted signaling they were about to blow. "That's it baby. Cum for me. Show me how much you love me. That you want me. That you want to be mine. Cum in my mouth. Once I swallow that load, your cock belongs to me. Its mine. I'll share, but its mine to own, you understand?"

"Yes," I moaned. "I want to. I want to be your little bitch. To fuck you. I want to cum for you." I had no sooner said it than I unloaded stream after stream, as Lynn held her head on my cock, gently massaging my shaft, coaxing each and every drop out as she sucked on the head.

When I had cum, she continued to gently lick the shaft avoiding the sensitive shaft. Then looking at me she opened her mouth showing me the cum was gone and the result – she had won. I was her prize. She kissed me quickly on the lips and told me to stay put as she ran downstairs and returned with an orange juice for her and a Pepsi for me.

We lay in bed for a few minutes and when I attempted to put my clothes on she told me no. She wanted me nude, us both nude, all day. I complained that someone might come home but she informed me her dad was gone for the rest of the day and her mom and my wife wouldn't be back until dinner.

It felt weird walking around their home in the buff but after a while I got used to it. After lunch, Lynn had me fuck her on the couch. Her pussy was so warm and inviting as she wrapped her legs around my back and fucked me long and slow for almost an hour, stopping only to change positions. She liked it best with her legs over my shoulders as we kissed and she played with my nipples.

Her parents had a whirlpool tub and we took a bath together before she got the bright idea she wanted me shaved as well. It took her a little time to coax me into it but once she started stroking my cock my resistance faded fast. Lynn used scissors to cut most of the hair away and putting it in a bag that she tossed in the trash before shaving all around my cock and balls and turning me over, my ass as well. 

When Lynn was done, I was smooth and hairless for the first time since I was in junior high!

Afterwards she again went down on my ass and using her vibrators fucked me there as well. Lynn cleaned up all the evidence and told me just to share with Lisa that I had seen the look in a magazine and thought she might get turned on. Understanding I really did it for Lynn.

That night when Lisa did see me, she asked why I did it. When I shared that story she countered by asking if I was getting "kinky" on her. If she only knew.

Lynn and I took advantage of every opportunity when our family left us alone and as Lisa likes to sleep in, Lynn would have me leave my bed early in the morning and come down to hers where I'd spend the better part of the morning before Lisa got up eating and fucking her sister.

Before Lisa and I left for home that week, Lynn had me come to her bedroom early one morning. She instructed me to lick her ass much like she had done mine. Actually I had come to love licking and sucking Lynn's pussy and ass. Then she stuffed a pillow under her hips raising her ass up in the air and asking me to fuck it.

I went slowly at first, her hole lubed up with my saliva. I was amazed at how much tighter her ass was than her pussy and it seemed to grip my cock. Her ass is nice and plump and it felt so good as I ground my cock into it as she pushed back against me. Her moans were louder than I would have liked and I was scared to death Lisa would hear it down the hall even with the door closed so I leaned down and planted my lips over hers.

I hoped my kisses would muffle her moans as I thrust my cock up her ass.

"Fuck it, fuck that ass. Give me that cock Bobby. You like that ass don't you baby. Fuck that feels so good," she groaned. "Yea, you're a dirty boy. You like it dirty. You like doing dirty things to me, eating my ass, getting some! I want you to cum in it. Cum for me. When we're sitting at the breakfast table...you sitting there with your wife, your cum will still be in my ass. I want you to think about that baby. Oh fuck yea," Lynn rambled.

"Fuck me, give me that cock. Fuck my asshole," she raged.

"Hold on," she insisted as she let my cock slip out and she swept the pillows off the bed as she encouraged me to mount her again while she lay on her back. Lynn took my cock in her right hand and guided it back to her asshole, which still gaped open from my assault. "Slide it back in. Give it to me, harder," she encouraged as I lay on top of her now. Her hard nipples pressed into my chest as she looked me in the eyes.

I loved my wife but there was a chemistry between Lynn and I that I couldn't deny. A bond that was there, maybe always was as I closed the distance and kissed her lips. Her lips closed over mine and her tongue slid into my mouth. I didn't know if I loved her but I was sure I was consumed by her. I wanted her. I had to have her. Her pussy, and ass, the taste were engrained in my head. I knew I could never deny her – I didn't want to.

I had never wanted anyone more than I wanted her that moment. I wanted to have her ass, to cum in her, to mark what was mine. She belonged to me and I to her. Lynn was right, Lisa had my heart but my body definitely belonged to her sister as she clutched my ass cheeks pulling me in as her feet locked behind my back. Her heels dug into the small of my back, almost like a cowboy spurs on a horse.

I came hard, and she did as well, both of us at the same time as we kissed. After I came, she urged me to stay in her, not to pull out. She wanted to feel my cock soften in her ass as she flipped us over and she lay on top, looking into my eyes, kissing my face, my lips.

Finally, I pulled out and she looked out the door making sure the coast was clear as I walked gingerly down the hall to the shower, looking back to see her close the door behind me. 

I know I should feel guilty about the whole thing but Lynn reasoned with me we were all keeping it in the family. Now I know, I love them both but each in a different way.

Over the last two years, Lynn has begun seeing other people, but I now plan trips to the beach house or out of town trips to be with my sister. I love my wife dearly but I also love fucking her sister.

As much as I love her going down on me, swallowing my loads, and fucking that tight pussy, I also like when she fucks me with her strapon. At least every occasion we are together, she fucks my ass telling me I'm her little bitch.

A few weeks ago she confided with me she experimented with lesbian sex in college with her roommate. The two of them eventually pulled their beds together she said, and slept together the last two semesters of school. While her roommate married as well, both really enjoyed sex together and have always talked about getting together again.

Jan, the roommate, is coming to visit her in two weeks and Lynn has told her all about me. They are both anxious to put on a lesbian show for me as long as Jan gets to fuck my ass. She says she's never taken a man like that before. I can't wait! 



Keeping it in the Family



I was 18 the summer I went to stay on the farm while Grandpa, Dad, Uncle Bo, Uncle John, cousin Tom,and cousin Ralph all made the big hunting trip to Alaska. They were to drive across country; take the ferry to Alaska; and hunt and fish for several months. It was the trip of a lifetime.

I was to spend the summer at the farm; attend to chores; and take care of Granny during their absence.

Dad and I arrived a day early to assist in loading up the trucks and camper prior to their arrival.

I was in the house, unpacking my bags, when Grandpa came into the room. "think you're up to taking care of business", he asked. I hope so, I replied.

Let's take care of that right now. Sally, he called, get down here. Sally was my Grandma.

She hurried into the room; bowed slightly; and said Yes Master, which caught me by surprise.

"While I am gone, you will obey Tom as though he is me. In fact, this house should be run just as if I am here. Do you understand?"

"Yes Master, she replied, I will obey Tom just as though he is you."

I was somewhat startled by this and did not know where it might lead.

For the rest of the morning, I assisted the guys in loading up their gear. My uncles and cousins, took me aside as we worked; and asked I keep an eye on their wives to be certain they were okay and did not have any problems. I assured each I would.

Finally, they were on their way; a mini caravan of 3 trucks and the camper. They would drive non-stop for 5 days before they got to the ferry.

Before they left, Grandpa walked over to us. "Tom, he began, I don't want trouble when I return; you see this bitch obeys. If she acts up, slap her a few times or put her across your knee. Sally, make certain you remember your place. Tom is the man of the house while I am gone."

"Yes Master" was her sole response.

They'd been gone just a few minutes, when I put my arm around her and started for the house. The house was older, it had been built by my family several generations back and sat on about 1000 acres.

She opened the door to allow me entry. "let's go in the living room and get some things straight" I told her.

I sat on the sofa and directed her to stand in the middle of the room. No time like the present I thought to see where this would go. 

I looked at her and said "strip until I tell you to stop." Yes Tom, she replied.

As she began unbuttoning her blouse, I said "you will address me as Massa at all times." Yes Massa.

The blouse fell to the floor as she began unzipping her skirt. It too fell to the floor as I said "stop. Turn around and let me examine the merchandise."

As she turned I could not help but notice the muscle tone which I assumed was from the farm work. Despite bearing 6 children, her belly was flat and it appeared her tits were firm. 

"Keep going" I directed. My cock was rock hard and my balls felt bloated.

She removed her panties and bra. Her tits were extremely firm for her age with large dark areas surrounding nipples that looked to be an inch long. I had never seen such a hairy pussy; I guessed she had not shaved it since her last child was born.

Run those fingers through the hair and fluff out that bush. She did without question. My only question was how obedient she could be. This was new ground for me.

Come here, I directed her. I reached out and pulled her onto my lap. One arm was around her back while my other hand began rubbing her belly; it was rock hard. Nice muscle tone.

My hand dropped lower and forced her legs apart; although it did not take much effort. My fuck finger went to her clit and began massaging it. She was groaning almost instantly. My finger went further down to her hole; and it was sopping wet. I brought my finger to my mouth and tasted her juices. Very sweet.

I pulled her mouth to mine and began kissing her. Her tongue darted out and she lapped at my lips savoring the taste and flavor of her pussy. This went on for several minutes until I felt like my balls would burst.

I stood without setting her on the floor; and reached down to undo my shorts which fell to the floor. My cock sprang free nd its hardness hit her ass several times as I walked aorund the room. She put both arms around my neck and clung to me.

I walked back to the sofa; placed her on her knees; and told her to lean against the back for support. She did; and when I smacked her ass,she raised her hips. That pussy was soaking wet.

I moved closer and positioned my cock at her opening. I did not even have to wet the head she was so lubricated.

I thrust in and she gasped. "Massa, she said, your cock is as fat as your Grandfather's and I think it is even longer." 

"You'll get used to it, I assure you. A hottie like you should be fucked and often."

I began humping in and out of her; pulling my cock out until just the head tip was in her and then pushing the entire shaft back in. I looked down and noticed the thick, white cum she was depositing on me.

I lost track of the time, she fucked so good. Every time I slapped her ass, she wiggled it to give my cock even more pleasure. I could tell her knees were starting to grow weak so I picked up my pace and grabbed her ass as I began to cum.

She screamed when she felt my load begin to shoot into her. She was shaking her head as I continued to pour sperm into her; my balls were large and bloated; there was a lot to empty out.

I finally pulled out as she collapsed on the sofa.

"I have never felt any man cum with such force," she groaned.

I knew this would be a memorable summer. 

I sat down next to her on the sofa and pulled her near. Get down there and lick my cock and balls clean of your cum.

"Yes Massa" she replied. 



Keeping It In The Family



"Give it to me, let me get a taste of your hard, fleshy meat," I heard from the bedroom, "Let me get a suck on Daddy's dick."

It was my brother's voice, but I couldn't believe what he was saying, he sounded like he was begging to suck cock. As far as I knew, my brother was completely straight. He was 21, I was 19. He had had a string of attractive girlfriends in the past and I had never heard any rumour or suggestion that his tastes were for anything else. And yet here was clearly his voice begging for something quite different. Although it scared me, I knew I had to find out more. I headed for the room.

"Yeah, you like that, son, you like licking Dad's dick," sure enough, there was a second voice and it was my dad's, "Yeah, take it, take my cock in your mouth."

Even though I had heard my brother ask for "Daddy's dick", I was still every bit as surprised to hear it really was the voice of our dad replying to him, telling him to blow his dick. I had maybe thought that even if my brother was genuinely asking to suck cock, that "Daddy" was just a nickname, not his real father. Just like my brother, my dad had never been anything but straight, he had been married to our mother for years and had had two children with her, they seemed like a perfect marriage. So, why was he asking his elder son to go down on his cock?

I knew that I was about to uncover something that shocked me, but I needed to know if what I heard was true, I needed to see for myself if my straight brother and my straight father were engaged in an incestuous gay sex act. Without giving it another thought, I pushed on to the bedroom and barged through the door.

"Oh God, Dad, I love your dick," my brother was gasping as I entered the room.

Sure enough, there he was, totally stark naked, his firm, toned ass facing toward me, his face buried in his parental crotch. Our dad stood proud and just as naked before him, his dick was firm, erect, jutting straight forward from his still well built body. His hands were on his son's head, pushing his mouth around and down his quivering love muscle.

"Take it, son, suck your Dad's dick, there's a good boy," he moaned, fucking my brother's face.

I didn't know how to react to this scene. It was strange, distressing, confusing and exciting at the same time. I didn't know whether to run screaming from the room or to reach down and find where my incest voyeurism had got me hard and start jacking myself off. Instead, I decided to find out what on earth my straight men of family were doing sucking each other off.

"Dad, bro, what the hell?" I said, drawing their attention from each and onto me, "What are you doing?"

"Son, ugh," Dad grunted, his dick still in his other son's mouth, "I didn't want you to – ah – find out this way. But we're – uh – gay. The whole family. Oh, fuck, son, I can't hold back!"

As he tried to explain himself to me, my elder brother had continued to suck down on Dad's hardness until he could take it no more, he started to shoot streams of sticky cum right in his son's face until my brother had a whole mouthful and was dribbling spunk down his chin.

"Oh boy, that's good," my brother moaned, "Give me your cum, Dad."

As my naked brother licked our father's cum off his lips, he tried to explain himself to me.

"For years our family has been a respectable one to everyone in the outside world, but there has always been something strong in our family's genetic make up that has made our urges different from the respectable. I first realised when I was your age that I was starting to desire other men, to want their firm, toned bodies, to admire their cocks in the shower.

I knew that people didn't approve of these feelings, these homosexual urges, that society wouldn't approve and neither would the family. Still, I decided to come clean to my own father about what I was feeling. Somehow I knew that he would have a solution to how my gay feelings could be purged.

'You did right to come to me son,' my father told me, 'These feelings you have are something we have always had to deal with in our family. All the men in our family have these urges and we must never let the wider world know of them. We must remain respectable. So, I will tell you what my own father did for me. We keep these feelings in the family. If you are having lustful thoughts about another man, make it one in your own family. If you need to relieve those urges with another man, it must be someone in your family. That way nobody outside the family will ever find anything out of the ordinary in us.'

I admit that I was quite shocked by this answer. And yet the solution my father offered me equally started to seem pretty good. I needed so badly to enjoy sex with another man, and the idea of it happening under my own roof fulfilled my desires pretty well. In fact, as I thought it over, the unnatural situation of making love to my father just added to the unnaturalness of my homosexual feelings to make me more aroused.

'Listen, son, I'm glad you know this now,' my father went on, 'Because your tight young virgin hole is just what I need.'

This surprised me even further, I had never heard my father speak like that, but it got me pretty excited. In fact, it's getting me pretty excited even thinking about it now."

My dad broke off his story to look lustfully around the room. His eyes ran over my brother's still naked body. My brother's hard erection showed how much he had enjoyed going down on dad's dick and it seemed that dad, right in the middle of his story was about to return the favour. He grabbed his son's hard cock and lay down on his back, spreading his legs to invite his son in.

"My father had me strip down and I found myself already aroused, my cock already hard and his was too as he also stripped naked. It looked even more desirable than those I'd fantasised about before and I felt a moment of nervous excitement as he made me bend over in front of him so his hardness rubbed along my puckered asshole. – Yeah, that's it, son."

As he described his experience when his own father first fucked him, my dad gasped as his son now did the same. That ass that had been completely virgin before his father tore him open now let his son slide easily in, soon ploughing in and out of him, making him tell his story a little more erratically.

"He pushed slowly and firmly up inside my tight hole, taking me like a little virgin girl, tearing my ass open. It hurt pretty bad at first but it soon started to feel more amazing than I had imagine, getting this rod of firm, masculine hardness rammed up inside me by my own father. By the time he had ejaculated his sticky load deep into my newly shafted hole, I knew that I was going to be happy to follow the family line and keep our gayness in the family. – Ahh, yes, stick it in me son, fuck Daddy's ass!"

I watched amazed and open mouthed as my brother buried his rock hard dick into our father, thrusting long, deep, hard thrusts right in and out of our parent's eager and willing hole. Dad gasped and moaned as the story of his first time incestuous anal pleasure accentuated it currently.

"Mmm, that feels good, son, give it to me like that, nice and hard," he gasped, "You sure know how to make your dad feel good, sucking his dick and fucking his ass...Well, ever since my father took my anal virginity, I've been a complete lover of family cock and have, by getting it whenever I want at home, been able to keep the family name respectable, just like so many generations before...Oooh, shaft Daddy's ass, my boy. Give it to me good.

So, when I discovered certain magazines in my eldest son's room, magazines that featured a lot of naked men, and realised that he too shared in the family desires, I confronted him and ever since we've been enjoying regular sessions just like this one...Oh boy, yes, fuck me hard, son!"

"Yes, Dad, so good, so hard," my brother cried, slamming his dick in and out, slapping hard masculine flesh together, "Your ass is so good to fuck, I can see why your dad did it too! Get ready for it, Dad, get ready for my cum!"

In a moment, my dad's ass was full of a sticky load of his son's semen and they both collapsed gasping on the floor having cum inside each other. My dad turned to me.

"Well, son, that's the story," he said, "And I can tell, looking at you, that you're itching to be a part of it."

I hadn't realised quite how obviously aroused I had been from watching and listening to the many generations of gay incest in my family. Now, as I looked down, I noticed that my own massive boner was pretty clearly outlined as it pushed a bulge out in my pants. I guess there was no use denying that I was any different from any of the others in my lustful desires, or in how satisfying the family solution would be for me.

"Yes, Dad," I admitted, "I guess the whole family really is gay, because watching my brother screw your ass made me wish it was me instead!"

"You'll get your chance," he sighed, naked, sweaty and with spunk running out of his ass, "My father, your grandfather, will be here tomorrow. That's the perfect opportunity for you to get fucked by the whole family!"

Sure enough, the next day my grandfather arrived. Through the day, everything was fairly normal, but late in the afternoon my mom and grandmother went out together for a walk. Now it was just the men of the family left in the house, my father, grandfather and brother, all of whom I knew liked to enjoy each other's gay dicks.

"OK, son," my dad said when all of us were gathered together, "Now's the time to join the family, to commit to keeping our secret within the family."

"Yes," I agreed, "I'm ready for this. I need it. I want it."

"Right, strip off," my grandfather said, commandingly.

This was my last chance not to be involved, but I was so turned on, so excited, by what I had seen the other day that there was no real chance that I wouldn't want this now, however unusual the situation of stripping naked in front of three male members of my family was.

Pretty soon, I was completely naked and, moments later, I was not the only one. There we stood, four of the guys in my family all naked, all eyeing each other up, enjoying the sight of three other hard, naked men, their cocks growing stiffer with the sight. Having never really had fantasies like this before, I couldn't believe how much I wanted all three of these cocks, my grandfather's, my father's and my brother's.

"Get on your knees, son," my dad said and I did just as he told.

Kneeling in the room, I was soon surrounded by three dicks growing in stiffness. My brother's the hardest, thick and veiny, Dad's longer, it's purple head peering from his foreskin, Granddad's the longest of the lot. Instinctively, I reached out and took both my father and brother's growing penises and began to masturbate their long hard shafts until they got stronger and harder. It felt good, knowing that I was the one making my dad get so hard and aroused.

"Open your mouth, brother," my brother said, "Get a taste of your brother's dick."

I pulled my brother's hardness towards me, opening my mouth I began to lick his quivering shaft. A glistening drop of precum was visible on the wet head of my brother's hardness. I opened my lips and got a taste of my brother's juices. Before long, I was blowing his dick just like I had seen him do with our dad before. Meanwhile, I was still stroking off my dad himself until he was just as hard.

Feeling a pair of firm hands around my naked waist, I realised that my grandfather had moved around behind me. I began to feel a quivering sense of excitement as I knew that my anal virginity was about to be taken by my family patriarch. I felt my grandfather's thick, hard cock head pressed into my ass crack and gasped with anticipation.

In moments, he was buried inside me and I felt myself being pushed open by a huge family love pole. I felt light headed by the mix of pain and pleasure as my tight little hole was opened up and I felt completely impaled. I loved the sense of my grandfather's hardness totally taking control, taking me over, of me giving myself up to hard family cock.

"Oh boy, give it to me, that feels so good," I moaned, as my grandfather slammed his hardness up my ass and I gobbled down on my brother's dick, "Take my ass, feed me cock. Fuck me both ways."

"Come on, son, suck your Dad's hard cock," my Dad said.

I let my brother's dick slide from my mouth, still jerking away at his shaft, and wrapped my mouth around my dad's thick love muscle. Now I was being slammed back and forth between my father and grandfather, the whole family wet with sweat and lust, slamming hard masculine bodies together.

Beginning to switch my mouth back and forth from going down on my father and brother, I gasped and slurped, desperate to bring the two of them off to a climax where they would explode their creamy jizz in my face.

My own cock had got extremely thick and hard at the feeling of so many family dicks taking me from different angles. I couldn't believe the thrill of being right at the heart of this hard family gangbang, getting all the dick I could ever want from my closest relatives.

My granddad began impaling me deeper and deeper until the whole length of his hard, veiny shaft was buried right up inside me, completely filling me up. He was slamming in harder and harder and I knew that screwing his grandson's virgin ass was bringing him to an explosive climax.

"Oh yes, grandson, get ready for it," he moaned, "Get ready for a warm, sticky load."

With one final deep thrust, his dick blew its load and my no longer virgin hole was filled with a sticky load of family spunk. It felt amazing the feel of this slimy cum running down my thighs and knowing that I had given my ass up to my first real gay fucking and that it came from my own family.

I had little time to bask in that just fucked glow because my grandfather's position was almost instantly assumed by his other grandson, my brother. Now my full attention could focus on the hard manhood in my face, the one that belonged to my dad. I swallowed my dad's thick cock as far as I could while my brother slid in and out of my sticky wet ass.

"Oh, brother, your ass is tight, it feels so good," my brother moans, "Take my dick up inside you just like your granddad's."

"Yeah, son, swallow my meat," Dad added, "You want it, don't you? You want Dad's hard dick."

"Oh, God!" I moaned, "Oh yes, I love it. Give me your dick, Dad, fuck my ass, brother! Oh God, it feels so good, I'm gonna cum. Family dick makes me cum!"

I felt the orgasmic rush of pleasure run through my body as the two hard dicks of my father and brother continued to pound me between them. My dick shook and quivered and, even without me or anyone touching it, began to spurt my spunk all over my body and across the floor. My ass clenched even tighter around my brother's hardon and I could feel that bringing him to his climax.

"Yes, yes, fill me with your cum brother!" I gasped, "Shoot it in my face, Dad!"

And at that moment, both family dicks began to blow their loads, my brother filling my already sticky ass with a second bunch of slimy goo. Seconds later, streams of the wet stuff splatted into my face, making spunk drip from my cheeks and chin, filling my mouth with Dad's love juice.

"Oh yes," I sighed, "I love all my family's cocks and cum, it's so good. I will keep it all in the family, keep us respectable to the outside world and enjoying dirty cock filled gangbangs at home!"

And that is the story of how I became a part of the family secret, of how the men of the family taught me to keep my gay lustful urges with my father or brother. So, now I'm telling you, my three sons, now you are strong, manly and adult, the story so you know that if you feel the same desires for other men as the rest of us to come to me and we will deal with it here.

Looking around at how aroused the story has made the three of you I can see that perhaps I was right. Maybe you do need to join the family secret.

THE END?



Keeping it in the Family



Living with Fran was my dream, ever since we met we've wanted that. But there was one downer, we had to live with her mother in the same house because. Well you know how sometimes mums and daughters are.

But Jan, her mum, was sweet and charming and for a woman of 45 she looked a decade younger and a figure similar to Fran to die for.

So I went along with it no problem and we all seemed to get along just fine. Jan and I both work in the local Sainsbury's Supermarket, I am a grocery Manager and Fran does provision coding which sometimes means we cant do the same shifts. But never the mind because Fran is happy with that and generally these days we are just glad to have fairly well paid jobs.

The bonus now, unlike when we lived apart, is having Fran all to myself at most times, just occasionally Mum joins us of and evening when we like occasionally to share a TV show or something. . But when we are private we can just relax after a hectic days work, because sorting customers complaints can be harassing. But sweet Fran knows just how to calm me, in fact I guess we both know how to calm each other. Fran is the most passionate woman I have ever known and she loves to snuggle up on the deep filled black leather sofa before we finish off the togetherness of the evening in our slumber land bed in a so wonderful bonding which makes for a real deep and gratifying sleep.

First things first though, after evening dinner Fran showers and joins me in her very sexy lingerie, style and type according to the mood she is in with a wonderful fitting dressing gown -and I usually do the same. Although sometimes she prefers I shower later so as not to spoil the scent of the man she loves and adores and wants to pamper so much, she says.

If she wears her black net hold up stockings and red tie-on thong I know exactly what she wants and it is all so very wonderful and thrilling, the different things we do, diverse often and fitting to our moods.

When we have snuggled a time and one thing leads to another, I enjoy her long deep French kisses and she guides my hand to her breast to enjoy the pleasure of just touching tenderly and enjoying each beautifully erect nipple as she does likewise with me - running her finger tips along the inside of my thigh and more until I feel the utter joy of her touch there. It is so wonderfully warming and in a moment I am quite erect. 

Her touch is divine and we both know what we want, and specifically I know what Fran wants when she spreads out on the sofa and paces her head over the arm of the settee and slightly backwards.

Already I feel the thrill brewing in my groin and soon I am in position, standing over her face, her head tucked between my thighs.

She murmurs sweetly that I am divine and she loves me so much and I am just the medicine to end the day, In a moment I feel her hands grasp my thighs from the outside as I lower and crouch just enough to give her what she wants. For the next few moments we both enjoy the absolute delight and thrill of oral stimulation as I feel the gentle touch of her tongue begin to tease my balls. And the bonus is if I lean over just a bit more she had the advantage of enjoying a lot more of me beneath whilst I am able to reach and taste the moistness of her femininity, first through her silk thong and it is do divine teasing my tongue around and around as she gets wetter and wetter.

I feel her head submerge into my crotch, she asking me to wobble a bit as I feel the sensation of her busy mouth and tongue draw me in - teasing my cock beneath the plum and I just enjoy massaging her sweet face with my all as she whispers sweet nothings. In a while we are both enjoying the sucking and tasting of love, each deeply smothered with the joy of each other,

For a while I rise up and massage my cock just above her face as she continues to suck my balls, her tongue dipping between my ass cheeks and she is enjoying that too, such it the passion in her body I want to give her of my very best, I am wanking strong, occasionally dipping my cock into her opened mouth for her to enjoy another deep and meaningful sucking. Soon I am at a point of no return and Fran knows it, encourages me to go all the way, her ripe tits bunched and inviting, I rub up each nipple with the touch of my p-hole and she yells in ecstasy - soon she takes over the wanking, her hand working wonderfully along the length of my cock until I am ready to shoot my load so strong, the way she has come to know when we do this.

With a surge like the force of mount Etna I am there, spurting over her tits, her face and into her mouth. I cum and cum three times and she enjoyed every spurt, sucking me up for all she is worth and soon I will be doing the same with her.

Such is the deep passion of our love and I know I shall never tire of her as she then gently caresses and kisses my mouth and we taste the scent of each other so intimately. She still looking good in her hold up tights, very sexy and I know soon I shall soon be fucking her in the confines of the bed until we sink into that perfect sleep only lovers know.

It soon came to my mind that Fran's mother had things on her mind when one evening, when Fran was working late, she snuggled up against me on the sofa and whispered to me just how happy she is to have a son like me.

At first I took it just as a compliment thinking it was probably quite normal for one's mother to cuddle up to her daughters guy - and thought no more of it.

But what followed soon changed all that, it was like a mad fit of passion had come over her and her kiss was indicating that she wanted much more than a cuddle. 

Her body was warm and I was confused in the suddenness of it all. And when she was feeling me it was like I was all revved up for when Fran came home later and was on full red alert, in a mere second Jan had my jeans undone and my cock in her mouth sucking away like it was an everyday thing, that it was almost her right to enjoy me as much as did her daughter.

"I love you very much and hoped you would let me have you, for just a while, Fran needn't know, just between us okay Pete? it has been such a long time since I felt the touch of a man, since Richard left me, and I so need this. Lets do it like you do it with Fran okay?" 

I a moment she was stretched out on the sofa, head over the arm, laying back and at the ready just like Fran. What could I do? What should I do? She was hungry for it, it didn't seem such a bad thing to do, I was attracted to her, after all she was Fran's mother and I wanted to please. So I did and we had the most wonderful time and soon I was drenching her face and tits too, she loved it , said it was divine, that she had seen me and Fran doing it when we didn't realise, and knew than that is what she wanted most of all. 

And now she had it, cock in hand as it were, sucking and balling me to kingdom cum, and I sure did cum hook line and sinker - just as soon as she was ready, spread out for me on the edge of the sofa and beckoning me to enter her in no gentle way, she wanted it rough and ready and who was I to deprive her! She was a lovely fuck and I would want more, I knew that now,

"Let's keep it in the family shall we?" Jan said.

About a month later Fran's twin sister Teresa came to stay on holiday for a while. You've guessed! When Fran was working and Jan was out shopping it was. And I tell you what Teresa was equally as passionate and I gave her a special fuck too, well she wanted it anal and it was really a thrill to have her both ways.

It seemed odd to me though that nothing ever came out, surely you'd think that one of them would have slipped up and said, but no. So were they all in it together?

Well I was happy just to keep it in the family.



Keeping it in the Family



When my mom divorced my father it was a bit of a shock but we were left without having any money worries as mom got a good pay off from him. My foolish father thought he could have his cake and eat it and got caught red handed fucking his secretary over his desk at work by mom. Yeah he tried as best as he could to squirm his way out of it but being caught with his dick in another woman he was busted good and proper and so a divorce was inevitable.

Mom didn't let that get her down like most women would have. She kept herself busy in the gym and jogging which kept her hot body in great condition as did the swimming she did at least once a week. My mom Sarah is now 38 years old and is 6 foot tall with long red hair and as I said a very hot body on her. One bored afternoon I rummaged through her laundry basket and found out that her boobs were 38d and that I also liked the taste of her from her panties. She has emerald green eyes and a great ass with lovely long shapely legs too. My older sister Katy is 20 years old with long dark hair and she too is hot to trot with 36c boobs and long legs like mom. I have always tried catching both of them in a state of undress but just never been lucky enough to do so.

Mom's older sister Julie is 44 years old and has deep blue eyes and long blonde hair. Her boobs are also 38d the same as my moms. Now my aunt Julie has 2 beautiful identical twin daughters aged 19, their names are Beth and Lauren. Both of them are as hot as their mom and have given me many nights of fantasy and jerking off material. I have always tried to catch them all showing the flesh but have always been in the wrong place at the wrong time. I would sneak peeks at them all when given the chance whether it was when they were dressing or undressing or even by the pool in their tiny bikinis like all horny 18 year olds do when they got curious about the female of the species.

During the summer months when we were all out by the pool topping the tans up I would find myself gazing at their gorgeous bodies especially since there tiny bikinis left nothing to the imagination. My sister and cousins always knew when I was eyeing them up and would always put a bit of a show on for me and get me all flustered. So much so I would have to keep taking dips in the pool to hide my embarrassment.

As for me well my name is Martin and I am a horny 18 year old who always has sex on the brain like every other red blooded teenager. I have short red hair and stand at 6 foot 2 and I am well built. I would never miss a chance to catch my sister out coming out of the bathroom with just a towel around her or passing by her bedroom trying to catch her in her bra and panties or even less. Yes I was a bit of a pervert when it came to spying on my family trying to catch a bare boob or pussy or even a bare ass that I could jerk off to.

It was the weekend and usually I would be out with my best friend John getting into trouble and chatting up girls. John however had gone on a family holiday with his parents for the next couple of weeks so I was left with nothing to do. I didn't really have many friends but John and I had known each other since kindergarten and we were always getting into trouble and both our mom's would treat us the same way. But for now I was home and bored while he was off to somewhere hot and sunny so it was a case of finding something to do on my own. Mom had noticed how bored I was becoming as the week went on and tried to get me interested in doing things around the house but I just tended stayed in my room on my computer looking at porn sites.

"Martin come down here I want to talk to you." Mom shouted up the stairs at me.

"Hey can you go and rent a couple of movies for tonight seeing we are both going to be home and maybe get a pizza when you are out as well?" Mom asked me when I came downstairs and joined her in the kitchen.

"OK I guess I can do that, what kind of movies do you want me to get?" I asked her.

"I will let you decide on that and any kind of pizza will do too." She replied giving me some cash.

"OK mom I'll be back soon." I replied.

Fifteen minutes later I was back home again with the movies in one hand and the pizza in the other. I put them all on the kitchen table and went to find mom.

"Mom pizza's here." I shouted from the bottom of the stairs but heard nothing back.

I called out again but there was still no answer so I went upstairs to see if mom was there and see if she was ok. As I got to the top of the stairs I saw that the bathroom light was on as the door had been left cracked open. So I took the chance to peek through the door as it was cracked open just enough for me to see inside the bathroom. There sitting on the side of the tub shaving her legs was mom. She was completely naked and I stood there with my eyes almost popping out of my head and my cock now almost ripping through my pants. I couldn't believe my luck, here was mom sitting there stark naked as the day she was born while shaving her legs. I knew it was wrong of me spying on her like this but I just couldn't help myself. As mom's legs parted a little as she shaved her shins I noticed that she had already shaved her pussy too.

As I stood there watching I unzipped my pants and let them pool at my feet as I took my now hard throbbing cock in hand. As I watched mom sitting there with her legs parted and her bald pussy staring back at me I began to jerk off. I so wanted to just reach out and touch her naked body as I stroked my cock getting into a nice rhythm. Mom finished shaving her legs and turned sideways facing the shower wall and the water cascaded over her legs and up to her pussy. I could see her arm moving and then realised that mom was touching herself right there in front of me. She let out a soft moan as she inserted a finger or two inside herself. I opened the door just a little bit more so I could get a better view of her.

I wanted to just burst in and have her take my cock in her hand and jerk me off or putting my hard on in her mouth and sucking me off. I wanted to cum in her mouth, over her beautiful face and over her lovely big boobs. I was getting way to close to cumming but I just couldn't stop jerking off while watching my naked mom. She turned to face me and again her bare pussy and boobs were right in front of me. It was just too much for me now and before I could stop myself I felt my cum shoot from my spurting cock and watched in horror as if flew half way across the bathroom to land on her freshly shave legs and onto the tiled floor in front of her. Mom shot a look at the bathroom door and caught me with my spurting cock in my hand.

I stood there rooted to the spot my legs ignoring my pleas to flee the scene of my crime. As mom looked at me with shock on her face my feet managed to move and darted to my bedroom slamming my door shut and locking it. Mom was right on my heels and was knocking on my bedroom door telling me to unlock it as we had to talk about what just happened.

"Martin we need to talk honey I'm not mad at you I promise now unlock the door and let me in." She pleaded.

"I'm sorry mom I didn't mean to do that I just couldn't help myself as I watch you." Was all I could say through a locked door.

"I'm not mad at you Martin, now open the door and let's talk about what happened." Mom replied.

A couple of seconds later I decided to unlock my bedroom door. What was mom gonna do or say to me I wondered after being caught not only spying on her but jerking off while watching her and having the audacity to cum and having it landing on her legs. Mom opened my bedroom door and came over to the bed and sat down beside me in only her towel as she asked me to look her in the eye. As I started to look up from the floor I gazed up her feet and legs and noticed in horror that there was still some cum on her leg. Eventually I looked her in the eye and waited for what was coming my way.