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Moms at the Beach Ch. 01

By: MaryAnderson



Before it blew up my life had been comfortable and easy. I lived in Mountain Brook, a tony suburb of Birmingham, Alabama, in a big house. I drove an expensive car. I wore beautiful clothes. I entertained extravagantly. My biggest complaint was that I spent too much time car pooling.

My name is Sharon. Ann was and is my best friend. Our husbands were best friends and partners in a financial advisor firm that made oodles of money. Our sons, Steven and Andrew, were best friends. We had been two inseparable couples

Then one night our husbands came home and announced they'd fallen in love with two young cuties from the office.

After several alcohol soaked weeks Annie and I opted for a measure of revenge. We fired our friendly neighborhood lawyer and hired one from Birmingham; the kind whose nickname is Mad Dog. We hit the gym. Our husbands' girl friends/fiances were young and beautiful; we'd never match their thick youthful silken brown hair or the strength and elasticity of their wrinkle-free skin, but come the wedding day we'd, at least, have better bods. We had kept in shape and still elicited second glances from the guys, but over the next months we were fixtures at the gym. On the date our husbands remarried we checked each other out in the mirror. Damn we looked good; at least that mission was accomplished 

Of the two of us, Ann was the pixie. Five feet one inch tall, she kept her blonde hair cropped short to emphasize her round face, emerald eyes, high cheekbones, and generous full lips. She loved showing off the new look, wearing tight tops, short shorts, and work-out clothes that bordered on a second skin.

I'm seven inches taller than Ann. Unlike her, I keep my blonde hair long and wavy, it runs past my shoulders and compliments, I hope, my long face, wide symmetrical cheekbones, and full prominent lips. I'm more modest than my friend, although I do enjoy a slit skirt to show off a leg or a tank top to emphasize my full round breasts.

Our transformation was getting us more than our share of attention and Ann and I were hot-to-trot – it had been awhile – but Mad Dog had strict orders: no fooling around. Until the property was divided he wanted us loyal wives abandoned by middle-aged men chasing pre-pubescent tail. In this regard he was not entirely pleased by our new look. We were too attractive, not quite right for the role of the aging housewives dumped for young hotties. Nonetheless, he summoned us to his office for more consultations than necessary and his stares left little doubt what was on his mind. Ann, as always, was not above a little flirting to make sure our case remained foremost on his mind. 

* * * *

Each July the two couples had rented a cabin on the Gulf of Mexico near Gulf Shores. Ann and I decided to continue the tradition. We loved the beach, didn't want our husbands to think we'd change our routine for them, and, to be honest, desperately wanted to get away; our divorces became final in June. Our husbands, I mean ex-husbands, had immediately remarried.

We also had an ulterior motive. The last few summers the boys had complained about the trip; they were of an age where they were more interested in hanging with friends than sitting at the beach with the parental units. So we figured when the boys complained we'd, after a mild protest, leave them behind. Annie and I could get out of town for a week. Mad Dog be damned, no one would know. Two horny hot unattached girls at the sea shore! We would have ourselves some fun.

Thus, we were not entirely happy when the boys said they were eager to go. We recognized the absurdity of our position: we complained when they didn't want to go and complained when they did, but still we complained.

Which is how we found ourselves sitting on the beach with our sons. Ann was laying on her back in a tiny red bikini. I studied her through my sunglasses. When we started reworking our bodies Ann wanted a six pack and to turn her belly button into an outie. She had achieved both goals; she was sleek, muscled, fit, magnificent. Her firm C breasts, which spilled out of her bathing suit, sat high on her chest. 

I was in a one piece suit. I was curvier than Ann. My body was not susceptible to her kind of conditioning. After spending years trying to tighten my butt I had finally given up. I always retained some fat, but men seemed to like the gentle jiggle when I walked by. 

Annie rolled over and sucked down the last of her daiquiri. I had finished mine and wanted another, but was too loose and lazy to get it. When the boys heard Annie's final slurp they offered to fetch us another. When I pointed out that they were 18, too young to buy alcohol, they guaranteed they'd be able to do so. We consented and Ann, sitting up on her elbows, watched the boys head for the cabana.

"Look at the girls checking out our kids, it seems they've turned into quite the hunks."

I surveyed the crowd. Ann was right. Lots of eyes were following our sons. "I can still she them as little kids, hanging together, scurrying in and out of our houses." 

"Yeah whenever I laid down the law mine would threaten to run away to live with Aunt Sharon."

I laid back down, closed my eyes, and was rolling the memory around my skull when a shadow drifted across my face. It was Andrew; he sat down next to me. "Your drink mi'lady." My son, Steven, was handing a drink to Ann.

"Thanks. How did you guys pull this off, fake id's?"

"Nah," Steven replied, "All the bartender wanted to know was how Andy and I scored such hot chicks."

That got Ann's attention. "What did you tell him?"

"I said we're really good kissers."

I was now sitting up. "Have you boys been telling people we're your dates?"

"Well, it'd be more accurate to say people assume you're our dates and we haven't corrected them. It's doing wonders for our reputations. Why are you surprised? You girls look ten years younger than you are and are fricking spectacular in those bathing suits. Guys have been staring at you all day. Every dude our age wants a hot older chick. Everyone's thinking we're two lucky guys livin' the dream. 

I folded my arms across my chest. "I don't believe you."

Steven, a devilish look in his eyes, replied. "I'll prove it. I'll kiss Mrs. Rocke. Mom, you scan the crowd. See what people do. If people think I'm makin' out with my mom there'll be some kind of reaction."

I was about to tell my son he was out of his mind when Ann jumped in. "Sure, I'll bite. But remember, you've got a reputation as a good kisser."

She straightened her sun glasses and faced my son. He put his hand on her leg and leaned towards her. 

I'm not sure what I expected, but I didn't expect this. Steven kissed her nose, her forehead, and then, in a series of little pecks, covered her face – everywhere except her lips. Ann was basking in the attention, her countenance happy. While my boy was taking the lead, Ann certainly was responsive. He, with the tip of his tongue, traced the outline of Ann's mouth. She moaned and when he opened his mouth, she opened hers. They worked their lips against each other. Initially, when Steven tried to slip his tongue inside her mouth Ann pulled away, but only for a moment. She quickly returned, her mouth open. Steven captured her upper lip between his, pulling it into his mouth. Ann leaned forward, running her hand up his leg to his swim trunks.

Its hard to describe the effect this was having on me. Part of me was stunned; my best friend was making out with my son. She was old enough to be his mother. This was a crowded beach. There were hundreds of witnesses. Then I remembered the boys' challenge. I scanned the crowd. Some people were watching, but no one look horrified, some look aroused. A few men and women reached for each other, touching and caressing. The boys were not only pulling off this charade, they were inspiring the crowd. 

I looked back to Steven and Ann. She was nibbling on his lower lip.

Andrew's hand snaked around my shoulder.

"They're hot, aren't they."

"Well, I mean, it's just...."

He took my chin in his hand, turned my head, shushed me, smiled, and brought his mouth to mine. When his tongue brushed across them, my lips parted, seemingly on their own, and without hesitation he entered my mouth. The kiss lasted only a few seconds; he pulled back to return his attention to Ann and Steven, but in those few seconds I felt a wave of desire between my legs. It had been a long time, I needed to get laid. 

Ann and Steven were still going at it. His tongue was aggressive, playing with hers, exploring the interior of her mouth. Ann was compliant, hungry for him to continue. When he stopped she, without hesitation, pushed her tongue into his mouth; their tongues dueled, then he gently sucked on hers. Her hand was on his hip. He snaked his hand behind her head. Her tongue swirled around his mouth, claiming possession. They were breathing heavily and Ann's grip on his body tightened. Finally Ann backed off, her face flushed. I looked at Steven. He seemed as aroused as she.

Ann caught he breath, looked at me, and said, "Steven's right, he's a good kisser." 

She scanned the crowd; no one was running for the police. "The boys are right again. People think were couples, two very hot couples I suspect, not mothers and sons. Now where did you learn to kiss like that?"

Steven looked bashful. "A gentlemen never tells."

"Good," Ann replied, "since I'd prefer you keep what happened here between," she looked at the crowd, "well, between the four of us and everyone else watching."

I wanted to be the responsible one. "Am I the only person here who thinks this is nuts?" 

Ann was unperturbed. "Nuts? Yeah, but fun. Don't knock it til you try it. He's a hell of a kisser."

Exasperated, I lay down. 

Ten minutes later Andrew, noting the sweat running down my back, offered to re-apply my sun block. I assented. His strong hands turned the process into a massage. I knew he was having fun, reinforcing the charade that he and I were a couple, but I let him go on; his hands felt good, I had a daiquiri and a half inside me, I was enjoying myself. It was nice having a handsome young man pay attention to me, take care of me, even if he was my son's best friend, even if I had known him his entire life, even if he was practically family. When done Andrew lay next to me, sharing my blanket. Ann and Steven were doing the same, jabbering and laughing. Andrew and I were quiet. When his leg drifted over to touch mine, I welcomed it. We may not actually be with these young hunks, but Ann was right, it felt good to pretend. 

About an hour later we heard the sound of a band, sponsored by one of the local hotels, setting up. We packed up our stuff and wandered over, grabbing a spot under a tree. The band was pretty good, mostly playing stuff from the 80's, the music I grew up with. When Andrew saw me moving to the music he asked me to dance. I jumped at the opportunity. He was a good dancer and we had a great time. When the band announced it would play a slow tune to end the set I thought nothing about melting into his arms. 

We moved gracefully together. His body was strong and firm. When had our boys grown up? How had I missed that they were no longer kids, but sexy young men? The alcohol, the moment, his arms around me. I hadn't been laid in more than six months; I was getting very turned-on. When the song ended I looked at Andrew. Would he kiss me? He did, a short sweet peck on the lips.

Then, his arm around my waist, we headed back. Steven was leaning against the tree, his arms wrapped around Ann. Her body was turned into his. They were making out like horny teenagers.

"You two need to get a room," Andrew quipped.

Ann looked over her shoulder, "We might be able to arrange that."

The four of us listened to a few songs from the second set, but the boys were fidgety and when Ann suggested we return to the cabin to catch the sunset, no one objected. While Ann and I normally sat in the front, when we got to the car Ann opened the back door and gestured for Steven to get in. She followed. Andrew sat next to me.

We were staying in a rented cabin, one of many that ran along the beach about fifteen miles west of town. I looked in the rear view mirror. Ann and my son were making out. Andrew saw me check the mirror. Leaning towards me he said, "Eyes on the road," and placed a hand on my thigh. It was calming. I obeyed.

When we arrived there was a car parked at the adjoining cabin and twin girls, probably in their mid-twenties, unpacking. They were moderately built – they probably played sports – were evenly and deeply tanned, sported several tattoos, and had short black hair which stopped at their necklines in the back and hung in bangs across the front. They wore, at first glance, no make-up and with their tans and even symmetrical features required none. Our boys, being gentlemen, told us they'd join us on the porch and helped the girls unload.

Upon their return Steven made a bee line for the lounger on which Ann sat. Andrew climbed onto the couch next to me. I, sipping a pina colada, slipped into his strong arms and watched the sun go down. It was beautiful. It felt good to be held by a man.

Night took over. It was quiet. I enjoyed the dark, the stars, the smell of the sea, and snuggling up to Andrew's body. Ann and Steve were also cuddled up, but they were kissing and caressing each other, no longer anxious desperate teenagers, but experienced lovers warming up for the main event. I knew I should say something, but I was enjoying the moment; I was too selfish to say anything that might disrupt it. 

Finally Ann said, "I need to wash this lotion off. Steve, honey, could you help me with my back." She grabbed his hand and led him from the porch up the stairs to the top floor bedroom and shower. 

I was now free to say what I had been thinking. "Andy, doesn't this bother you, your best friend and your Mom, canoodling?"

His hand ran down my spine, sending chills through my body. "No, they're both adults and Steve's had a thing for my Mom for years."

"Isn't that a bit weird?"

Andrew's hand kept roving over my body, tripping lightly across my skin. It felt so damn good.

"I hope not. I have a thing for his."

There was no authority in my voice when I said, "Andrew, I've known you since you were a baby. You practically grew up in my house. It borders on incest."

"Well, we'll get to incest later. Mrs. K, I've wanted you forever. I intend to have you. Tonight."

I tried to keep the effect his hand was having on me out of my voice. "Do I get to say no?"

He was confident, respectful, but he noted my body tremble at his touch. He and Stephen dated a lot, they knew their way around women. He knew what I was feeling. "Of course, if you say no, I'll stop."

He leaned in and kissed me. I loved the feeling of his strong face.

"But I don't want you to say no."

He kissed me again. My lips puckered and moved against his.

"Mrs. K, your lips, they're as soft and sweet and wonderful as I've dreamed. 

I was quivering in his arms; my stomach was doing cart wheels.

"You don't want to say no. Why waste this opportunity? All alone, with people you love, no restrictions, no one to object or judge. You're safe. Tonight I want you to be a naughty girl, my naughty girl. There will never be a better time."

He cupped my breast through my swim suit. It filled with blood and swelled; there was no mistaking the heat pouring from it. My nipple was distended, hard. He kissed my forehead; he kissed my cheek.

"No's an unhappy word and I want you to be happy. If you say yes your body will be my playground. I'll lick every square inch of you, explore every nook, every cranny, suck and coddle your breasts, taste your pussy. Smell you, listen to you groan, bury my face in your hair, feel your sweat when we move together. I'll make love to you like you should be made love to. I'll enter you, feel the warm wet tightness of your cunt as it envelops my cock. I'll make sweet love to you; I'll make nasty love to you; I'll make you cum until you beg me to stop. I want to be inside you Mrs. K, I want to be your lover; I always have."

When he kissed me this time I opened my mouth, letting his tongue inside. His cock, already thick with blood, stiffened, pressing against my hip.

"Can you feel it? You make me hard. Here let me show you."

He held my hand to his penis. I didn't object, but when he removed his hand from mine I let go. Still, it was warm and hard and big.

Gently, he touched my face. 

"Is there a spot where, when a guy touches you, you swoon, you surrender? Where is it? Is it your neck?"

He kissed my neck, his lips sensual, strong.

"Your ear?"

The tip of his tongue explored the crevices and turns of my very sensitive ear.

I knew Steven and Ann were not coming back. I didn't have the strength to stop them. I didn't have the strength to stop myself. 

"The back of my neck."

"Would you like it if I kissed you there?"

I nodded yes. 

He leaned me forward and ran the tip of his tongue up the back of my neck, along the center, and then planted kisses over the entire surface. He blew air over the wet skin, sending tingles through my body. 

No one had ever talked to me like this, touched me like this. I was helpless and when his hand tugged the straps of my swim suit off my shoulder I offered no resistance. My heavy breasts fell free, open to the ocean's breeze. I groaned. 

He stood and offered me his hand. There was no uncertainty in his eyes; he knew I wouldn't refuse him. I took his hand, looking at him through half-closed eyes, my mouth ajar, breathing heavily. I followed him into the house. As we passed the stairs to the upstairs bedroom I heard low sensual moans and bodies moving together, the unmistakable sound of two people making love. Ann had gone ahead; she was in bed with my son; now I would go to bed with hers.

Andrew heard it also. He smiled and opened the bedroom door for me. Once inside I turned to face him, placing my hands on the muscles of his chest. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes," he answered, his tone confident, comfortable.

"Isn't it, at least a little bit, odd. I've known you since you were a child. You used to call me Aunt Sharon."

The use of my old nickname only served to reinforce our intimacy. He stroked the side of my face, brushing my hair back. "A little, maybe. But I want you. I've wanted you for years. And you want me. Why deny ourselves Aunt Sharon?"

I did want him. I wanted to be made love to. I'm didn't know how'd I feel about it in the morning, but that night I wanted to be made love to by a man, a man who had wanted me for years, who craved me. I wanted to feel his strong body against mine, longed for his masculine smell, to feel him inside me. My surrender must have been written all over my face. Andrew dropped his head and kissed me. My mouth was open and welcoming. When his tongue touched my lips I sucked it inside. I crushed my body to his and wrapped my arms around his neck. My breasts flattened against his chest. Desire surged through me; by the time we ended the kiss I was panting. 

He must have known that right then and there, he could have turned me around and taken me, but he was a cooler customer than that. He slipped his hand into mine, our fingers intertwining, and led me to the bathroom and its two person shower. I stood behind him, admiring his body as he turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. When satisfied he opened the door and followed me inside.

Standing behind me, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close. A tiny involuntary moan escaped my lips as I felt his hardness against my backside. Any lingering doubt as to whether this boy could want a woman twice his age was replaced by a more carnal thought: this beautiful young man was hung like a horse. I turned my head to kiss him, twisting my butt, rubbing my butt on his cock.


Moms at the Beach Ch. 01



Deepening the kiss, I turned in his arms until I faced him. He peeled my bathing suit off, letting it fall to the shower floor. I stepped back; he stared at my naked body. His wide-eyed look required no confirmation; he liked what he saw. He ran his hand along the side of my body and breasts. His tone reverent, he looked in my eyes and said ,"My god, you're beautiful." Then he looked at my breasts, his thumbs stroked my nipples, "They're beautiful." 

He kissed my lips, a short peck, and drizzled bath oil onto my wet scalp. He kneaded it into my hair, more a massage than anything else. It felt wonderful. I had not known I was tense, but now I felt the tension flow from my body.

After rinsing out my blonde tresses, he scrubbed my body, working from my shoulders down to my feet. I wasn't familiar with the product he was using, but it had a light scent and a delicate trail of suds dripped down my physique. He focused on my shoulders, breasts, bottom, and thighs. His touch was gentle, but strong. I felt secure and safe and loved.

When done he stood to my side, drenched a hand with the oil, and covered my pussy, moving his hand in a circular motion. His other hand went to my bottom. He increased the pressure on my vagina. I sighed and laid my head on his shoulder. His hand slid down to my thigh until his forearm, moving up and down, was rubbing my vulva.

"Mrs. K, you're an incredibly sexy lady. You turn me on."

"Unnnhhhh."

"I'm going to make you feel so good." 

"Unnnnnhhhhhh, unnnnnnnhhhhhhh."

I rocked against his arm, finding just the right pace and pressure. Andrew paid careful attention, adjusting his motions to mine.

"I've wanted you for so long. Years of longing. Tonight I'll have you; tonight you'll me mine; tonight you belong to me."

"Unnnhhhhh, unnnhhhhhhhhhh, uunnnhhhhhhhhhh."

My knees grew weak, but Andrew's hand on my rump compensated, supporting me while I ground myself into his forearm. I placed a hand on his back for support. God he was well built, his body strong and muscular. I started shaking, my body was a spring tightened beyond its capacity. The pressure was building; I was ready to explode. It had been so long; I needed to come. Andrew knew it. He pushed my rump into his arm.

"Surrender to me. Tonight your body is mine; your pussy is mine. Tonight you belong to me. Tonight the only reason you exist is to feel pleasure, to take my dick inside you, to be fucked like the hot sexy bitch you are."

I was lost in the heat that burned between my legs, in the feel of his strong body against mine, and in his voice, sexy, self-assured, certain. And then it, all if it, exploded; lights flashed in my head and I was consumed by a gut-wrenching powerful overwhelming orgasm.

"Yeaahhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, ffuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkk, yeahhhhhhhh."

Andrew turned me into him and ran his arms down my side. His hands grasped my butt, holding me up. I buried my face on his chest.

Several minutes later, when finally able, I said, "That was wonderful."

Then I kissed him, repeatedly, joyfully. I ran my hands over his body. I took the bottle of oil and attended to his beautiful body. We made silly jokes; he had a nice laugh, a sweet infectious laugh. And although I skipped nothing, I did not give him the same thorough scrubbing he had given me. I had something else in mind. Something I thought he would like. I cleaned his cock, wrapped my hand around it, and gently frigged. 

"Andy, I can't believe I'm doing this. You're magnificent." 

As his cock twitched in my hands, his hands glided over my wet body, toying with my full breasts, grazing my nipples, touching my hips. Eventually a hand covered an ass cheek, another my pussy mound. He rested the heel of his hand on my pubic bone, touching my clit ever so lightly. His fingers gently, teasingly, stroked my pussy lips. He pressed his fingertips against the opening of my vagina. I took a deep breath and squeezed his cock. He pushed two fingers inside me; his palm worked my clit. I was on fire.

It was too much. I let go of his erection and leaned against the shower wall, pushing against his hand. His fingers were deep inside me; my cunt was burning up. I had just cum. How had I gotten this hot this fast? I tried to regain my composure, but Andrew was enjoying himself, taking control of Aunt Sharon. He sank his fingers into me just a tiny bit more and, ever so slightly, wiggled them.

My toes curled. My back arched. I gasped in the heavy steam-laden air and Andrew rotated me, aligning me so the shower head sprayed on my clit. 

I pushed against his hand. It felt so good. 

"Unnnnggghhhhhhh, my god, so good, what are you doing to me?"

He brought his mouth to my ear, "Do you like it Ms. K? Do you like my fingers inside you?"

"Ohhhhhhh!" was my response; my body jerked against his hand.

Slowly, gently, he rocked his hand. "I couldn't make that out. What did you say?"

"God! Yes. Ohhh, you feel so good. Mmmmm, please. Fuck me with your hands. Make me come on your fingers." 

I gloried in the sensations, but there was something else I wanted. And then I said it, something that would have been unimaginable the day before, but I needed it and I knew this young man knew how to do it.

"Fuck me Andy, please fuck me."

He licked up my neck and brushed his lips against my ear. "Your wish is my command." I spread my legs and he stepped back, angling his cock between them. I reached for it, hands shaking, and directed it to my cunt hole. I placed my hands on the shower wall.

And then, in one long steady motion, not fast, not slow, hard cock filled my cunt. He was big and it had been a long time, but I was dripping juice and whatever discomfort I felt was brushed aside by what we both knew was true: I needed to be fucked.

He held it inside me, letting me adjust, letting me savor the divine feeling of being stuffed with a man's meat. One hand massaged the skin around my clit; the other settled on my breasts. My nipples jumped to attention; my tits swelled. He nibbled my ear lobe; his tongue explored its turns and crevices. He rotated his hips in a circle, his cock moving around within me.

I placed my forearms on the shower wall and moved my ass in an oval, matching my movements to his. His cock repeatedly ran across my g-spot. 

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah."

"Are you ready Mrs. K? Ready to be fucked? I want to watch you cum. I want to fuck you hard, watch you come, see you shake. I'm going to dick you, make you my cock-whore." 

"Oh god fucking yes, fuck me, take me, fuck me, take me, fuck me."

Andrew began thrusting, his cock slicing into my pussy. I couldn't match his power, but still I shoved back into him. God I needed this, wanted it. I'd been craving a hard fuck for so long. Why had I wasted so much time. 

Yessssss," I practically hissed. "Fuck me faster. I love your dick, I love your fingers. Oh, please. You're so fucking gooood." 

He kissed my neck and throat, but rough, like an animal, throwing in small bites and nibbles. His hand left my breasts and tangled in my wet hair, twisting my head so he could kiss me. His tongue took control of my mouth. His fingers moved across my clit.

I had never been fucked like this before. I couldn't take any more. My gut was wound so tight I was afraid I might explode. He was pounding my cunt, pile driving into me. I yanked my head away. "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!!!"

He replied in a voice preternaturally calm, the sound of one completely in control. "Come for me, Mrs. K, I want to watch you come. Squeeze my cock with your cunt and come for me you filthy hot bitch."

My body convulsed; the spring unhinged; the pressure rocketed through me. I was afraid my fingers would explode at the force of my orgasm. I screamed; my eyes snapped open; my pussy spasmed and repeatedly clamped down on his cock with all the strength and power the past months in the gym had produced. He grunted and jerked and then filled my hungry pussy with cum. Shaking, I collapsed into him. He held me upright and tenderly ran his thumb across my clit, sending me into a sweet subtle fulfilling second orgasm. Compared to the first it was gentle, almost spiritual. I kissed his sweet lips.

We stepped out of the shower and dried each other. Laughing, I crawled into bed and laid languidly in his arms. After he blew dried my hair I pulled it into a pony tail. We said little, I still wasn't sure what to make of this turn of events: this boy, half my age, the son of my best friend, my son's best friend, was my new lover. It half-felt like I was screwing my own son.

So we stroked each other's skin, kissed, nuzzled. I could hear Annie and my son upstairs, talking, laughing, carrying on, and then the sound was replaced by that of two people making love. Andy's cock was erect, pressed against my leg. It was warm and big and hard as iron. And I was greedy. I knew there'd be consequences, but fuck, I'd deal with the consequences tomorrow. Right now I wanted more.

"Lay down stud, make yourself comfortable."

He did so. I looked at him. He was beautiful, his body firm and muscular, his stomach flat. His skin was flawless and, except for his penis, devoid of hair. His dick was not porn star sized, but it was big and thick. Its skin, like all his skin, was light in tone, which emphasized the blue and red blood vessels running up its side. The head was rosy in color. He was, I realized, the best-looking, best-hung man, I'd been with.

"You made me feel very good," indicating the shower with a motion of my head, my ponytail swinging behind me, "Mind if I return the favor?" 

"I'm all yours."

He meant it; his eyes were needy; his desire for me manifest. I placed my hand on his shoulder and dragged my tongue through the light beard on his neck and jaw. When my mouth reached his ear I whispered, "Aunt Sharon is going to take care of you."

I kissed his ear, smiled, kissed his lips. I had just lived through the most explosive orgasms I could recall, but a new hunger was growing in me. My kisses became forceful, hungry. Our tongues twisted and tangled together and then I pulled away, sucking his lower lip between mine. 

I sat back up, grinding my sex against his crotch, my mood playful. "And how did you know I was such a naughty girl? I thought I had everyone convinced I was a conservative little housewife."

His dick, hard and hot, slid against my wet sex. He squeezed a handful of my breasts. 

"Hard to miss Mrs. K., you walk like a naughty girl, you're built like a naughty girl, and you stink of sex. Ever since I've wanted women, I've wanted you."

He pinched my nipples. I bit down on my lip, suppressing a squeal. When he let up the pressure I fell on top of him, kissing his neck and his chest, loving the taste of his flesh.

"Let's see if I was worth the wait."

I flicked his nipple with my tongue and clamped my lips around it. I looked into his eyes. Andy's jaw set and he let out an earthy masculine groan. I circled the small pink areola with the tip of her tongue. I dragged my tongue across his chest, lapping to the other nipple and pressing the flat of my tongue against it. I reached for his penis, running my fingertips up its thick length. I sucked his hard wet nipple into my mouth and wrapped my fingers around his ball sac. He caressed the side of my body. 

In my most sultry tone I said, "This old lady is gonna worship your cock."

I moved back down, sitting on his calf. My pussy lips spread and I began to hump his leg. At the same time I stroked his hot hard cock, smearing pre-cum down its side, tracking the course of a vein with a finger. Andy, except for his heavy breathing, was quiet, his chest silently rising and falling. I slid a hand across a broad shoulder and down his arm. He leaned forward and kissed my lips, running his hand down my side.

I kissed the tip of his nose, then his cheek, then sat back up on my knees, displaying my body. I played with his chest. My touch was light, the pressure gentle. Andrew's eyes flicked about, taking in my tits, my face, my belly, my arms. I loved the desperate needy look in his eyes.

"Relax dear boy, Aunt Sharon's going to make you feel real good."

He stuffed some pillows behind his head, his hands on his chest. I continued dragging my pussy on his leg and leaned forward, my heavy breasts dangling underneath me. They grazed his stiff pole.

"Aunt Sharon is going to give you everything you want."

I held his cock in my hand and followed the veins of his shaft with my tongue. He moaned. I brushed my soft full lips on the dick-flesh, coating the shaft with saliva. I curled my tongue around his length, tracing every vein and ridge. I cupped the side of his organ with my palm and kissed down its length. My eyes never left his.

Andrew tasted so good. I opened my mouth, licked my lips, and dragged my tongue up his shaft, warming the spittle with my hot breath.

"Feels so frigging good, Mrs. K."

This was heaven. I spit onto my hand, folded my fingers around him, licked his ball sac, and sucked a testicle into my mouth, rolling the orb on my tongue. Pre-cum leaked out. I worked it and my saliva into his blood filled cock.

Andrew's legs tensed, his toes curled. I switched testicles, sucking the other between my lips. I moaned, transmitting the vibrations to his pole. He panted, struggling to breath. I popped his balls from my mouth and greedily lapped the wrinkled sac.

My pussy was on fire, but I was determined to go on. After what Andy had done to me in the shower, he deserved the most exquisite treatment. I slithered my tongue around and behind his balls, tickling the sensitive skin, pushed my nose into the sticky sac, and curled my fingers over the dick-head, massaging him as my tongue continued its exploration.

"Good god, Mrs. K, you're incredible." 

"Aunt Sharon, call me Aunt Sharon."

When I kissed the center of his balls he dug his fingers into the comforter. I slowly opened my mouth, stretching his skin, and pressed the flat of my tongue against his flesh.

Andrew mumbled and groaned. I clamped my fist around the base of his cock and, with a light touch, circled the blood-engorged head – it looked like a mushroom – and probed his cockslit with my tongue.

"Do you want Aunt Sharon to suck your cock?"

Andrew looked down, his eyes on my wet lips and tongue. "Yes, Aunt Sharon, suck my cock, suck my cock you sweet sexy bitch."

I kissed the head. "How bad do you want it?"

"Fucking bad, auntie, please suck my big hard dick."

"Like this?" I lowered my face, my eyes on his, and lashed my tongue against his length. His cock disappeared between my lips. I sealed my lips on his tool.

"Oh fuck yes, just like that."

My cheeks concave, I swirled my tongue around his flesh. He melted into the mattress, forgetting everything but my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down. I felt his heartbeat in his throbbing tool. I pushed my face down, swallowing as much of him as possible. I felt powerful, reducing this gorgeous young man to a mass of nerve endings, unable to focus on anything but what I gave him. I had forgotten how much I loved sucking cock, taming a man with my mouth. I loved the adoring expression on his face. I moaned into his flesh.

"Aunt Sharon, you're so fucking good, what a hungry hot cock-sucking bitch you are."

I was intent on devouring him. I reared up, spit on his cock, and dove back down, filling my mouth with man-meat.

Andrews clawed the bedspread.

My soppy wet groin burned as if on fire. His calf was covered with fuck juice as I continued to glide my steaming hot fuck box up on the hard bone and muscle. I spit on his cock again and pushed the spittle down the shaft with my tongue. I licked him like a desperate whore. I swallowed him again. Drool ran down his length. I bobbed up and down, suctioning him. His balls retracted. I ripped my mouth from his cock.

"Am I doing a good job?"

Andy looked at my cheeks and mouth, dripping with saliva and pre-cum.

"Fricking incredible."

I smiled and pressed my chest to his shaft, squeezing the sides of my tits around his fuckstick. It was engulfed in warm soft tit-flesh. He moaned at the sight of his cock sliding between the mounds of flesh, the head emerging with each stroke. My ponytail bounced on my shoulders.

I dropped a fresh string of spit into my cleavage. "Do I make you feel good?"

"Oh god yes, Auntie. All the years of wanting to fuck you. It's heaven."

"Did you and my Steven talk about it, talk about fucking each other's mothers. Did Steven want to shove his cock between your mother's tits, fuck Annie's cunt."

He groaned, "Yes."

"Did you two jerk off? Jerk off while thinking about fucking us. Did you dream about turning your moms into fuck-toys." 

I slid his shaft faster between my tits, rubbed my cunt harder on his leg.

"Fuck yes."

His body trembled; he was approaching a climax. I thought about letting his spray his cum on my chest and face. I imagined the look on his face as his jism slid down my smiling face and onto my fat tits. It was a wonderful idea for another day, but right now there was another place I wanted him. I straddled him and took his man meat back inside me.

I wanted it to last. I started slowly. Andy understood. At first he was gentle, perfect, varying his motions. It was exquisite; I came three times. They were not the kind of orgasms that make you feel like you've been knocked over by an ocean wave, not the kind that make you scream and shout and shake. They were the kind that envelop you like an indefatigable tide, the kind that fill you completely, the kind that make you hiss and shudder and crave another. And so, after the third, still burning with need, I reached for his fat testicles. 

"Okay stud, I got one more in me. Come with me this time. Fill Auntie Sharon with your cum."

I squeezed his cock tight, drawing a moan. He picked up the pace; I gasped with each powerful thrust, pushing hard against him. I leaned forward. He took a nipple in his mouth, rolling it between his teeth The jolts of pleasure merged with the fire in my cunt. 

I looked him in the eye. "I'm so close, come with me."

I closed my eyes, flexing my powerful cunt muscles, massaging his meat while he moved in and out of me. I took his testicles in my hand. Sweat dripped down my body, drops followed the swell of my breasts. 

"Fill me with your cum, honey. Fill me."

His face scrunched up. He was gasping, groaning. He grabbed my hip, taking control of my movements. I surrendered, letting him dictate what I did, happy, for the moment, to be a fuck-toy. His breaths were eruptions from deep within his solar plexus.

"Fuck Aunt Sharon, your pussy's so fucking hot, fuck yes, fuck, fuck bitch, tight, yes, fuck, yes, uuuunnnnnnnnhhhhhhhh."

His cock pulsed, he squealed, he deluged my cunt with cum. I grabbed my tits and, impulsively, twisted the nipples. The sudden sharp intense pain emphasized the glorious joy in my twat and I came again.

"Andy darling, it's soooooo fuuuccckkkiiinnnnnnggggg ggoooooooooooooddd."

I shook several times and collapsed in exhaustion, falling onto his body.

I cuddled up next to him and, my voice interspersed with desperate breaths, said, "Oh Andy darling, that was amazing. I hope I passed the audition."

Andy tightened his arms around me. "Sure did, pretty lady, sure did."



Moms at the Beach Ch. 02



I woke to the sound of Ann puttering in the kitchen. Andrew was fast asleep. He might fuck like a man, but he still slept like a teenager. I knew I needed to talk to Ann. I put on a short robe and found her wearing skin tight shorts and a sports bra, ready for her morning jog. 

"Morning sleepy head. I was wondering when I'd see you. Wanna go for a run?"

That sounded like a good idea. It would clear my head and be an opportunity to chat. I got my shorts, bra, and tee-shirt from my gym bag and changed. And, although I had stripped in front of Ann hundreds of times, I found I was self-conscious. Last night I had fucked her son and listened to her fuck mine, our bodies proclaiming themselves vibrant sexual instruments. Annie seemed to understand, she was also looking at me in a new way. My observation was confirmed a second later.

"Well, I can certainly understand what my boy sees in you. You're fricking gorgeous."

I continued to stretch, thinking about how to respond. Annie's stretch was closer to a dance; her face was joyous.

"You're in a good mood." 

"Good mood? I'm in a great mood. I may be in the best mood of my life. I never needed a fuck more and never had a better one. Your boy's amazing. And from the way your were whooping and hollering it sounded like mine is pretty good too." 

She raised an eyebrow, waiting for a response. I had none; I wasn't ready to discuss her son's skills in the sack. I managed a plaintive, "Annie...," and she dropped the subject. It was about a mile into our run when I finally said what had been on my mind all morning. "We had sex with each other's kids last night. Doesn't it bother you?" 

There was no concern in her eyes. I went on. 

"What if they tell someone?"

"Well, honey, we'll just need to give 'em such high quality pussy that they'd never risk losing it by blabbing."

"Ann, I'm serious."

"So am I honey, so am I. Okay, when we get back to the cabin we'll talk to them."

I decided to settle for this small triumph. At the three mile mark we turned around. I got into the groove, listening to the surf and sea gulls, enjoying the soft damp sand under my feet, and, also, thinking about last night. It was, in fact, impossible not to, Annie wouldn't drop the subject telling me in lascivious detail what a wonderful fuck my son was, describing how great her body felt, asking about her boy's performance, bemoaning the months we had gone without when these studs lived under our roofs. 

We arrived back to find the twins loading a box in their car. They were wearing bikini tops and shorts. Annie introduced us. Their names were Cindy and Lisa. My impression of the evening before was confirmed: attractive, mid-twenties, deeply tanned, athletic if not athletes. Cindy, the extrovert of the two, told us they'd rented a boat to spread their parents' ashes along the coast. Their family had been regular visitors to the area, but, horrifically, their parents had perished in an accident three years ago. The memories of the beach too painful, the girls had stayed away. This was their first trip back. 

Annie gave each a hug, wishing them luck. She also expressed an interest in getting together later; the twins were amenable. Then Annie asked a question I never would have.

"So, how can we tell you two apart?"

The twin's answered by looking at each other's hips. "Miles to go before I sleep," was tattooed on Lisa, "Do not go gentle into the good night," was on Cindy. 

"Robert Frost, Dylan Thomas," I said.

"Very good," said Cindy. "Mama was an English professor in Charleston, specializing in poetry. After she passed we got these in her honor."

The girls drove off. I wondered if they'd seen us making out with our sons on the porch last night. What would we say to them about our boys? That we were cougars with some young stuff? I was about to raise the question with Annie when my son shouted, "Hey Mrs. R., Mom. Morning! I made some coffee. Come on up." He was on the porch, wearing a robe, sporting a happy, blissful grin. 

Annie responded. "Morning stud. After last night I think you can call me Ann."

"Sure Mrs. ..., Ann. It will take some getting used to." 

"Son, pour us some coffee. We'll be right up."

"Sure Mom."

While washing the sand off our feet with a hose I said, "Annie, why are you encouraging him."

Annie was unconcerned. "Oh honey, he doesn't need encouragement, but don't worry, we'll talk to him, we'll have the conversation I promised."

When we got upstairs Steven directed us to the porch, appearing moments later with three cups of coffee on a tray. Annie slid over, patting the spot on the couch she'd vacated. Steve sat between us.

Ann picked up her coffee, took a sip, and got right to the point. "Honey, your Mom's worried about last night. I think she's wondering about two things, whether she's a perv and whether the world will find out." She looked at me. "Do I have it right honey?"

"Uh, yeah."

My son put his arm around my shoulder and kissed my forehead. "Hey Mom, I love you. As for the world finding out, Andy and I don't kiss and tell. If it makes you feel any better, we've been with a few of the neighborhood ladies, some you know. We keep it confidential."

Well, the way Andy had worked me over last night, it was clear he was no virgin. I thought of some of the horny neighborhood wenches I knew. I could imagine a few inviting our boys into their beds.

Steven went on. "Andy and I, and our friends, long ago decided we've got the two hottest moms in town. Since our dads left we've been real proud of you. You've busted your butts to get in shape and, don't worry, we were at the wedding, you have better bods than the brides."

How did he know that was our goal? Annie saw the look on my face.

"Honey, at some point last night I may have blabbed about that."

"Andy and I decided that if we had the chance, we'd take it. Hell, we're not virgins, its not like you took advantage of us. You two deserve to have a man make love to you the right way. And from what I heard, Andy made sure you had a good time."

I had expected a mealy-mouthed explanation, a half-hearted justification for a mistake. Instead I was getting an unapologetic assertion of my desirability, of my right to enjoy what a man could do to me. I looked in the distance, at the water. I wasn't sure how to respond. I wanted to object, but my mind was scrambled. My thoughts returned to the evening before. I'd loved screwing Andrew. He had seduced me. Why was I trying to decide it was wrong?

Steve's hand found the back of my neck, rubbing it, effortlessly working the muscles. I heard a happy sigh. He was also kneading Annie's neck. 

"Mom, you're a sexy beautiful woman. Dad's not denying himself. Why should you?"

I kept my head down, letting him massage my neck, my only retort, "Baby, that feels so good." I watched Annie rub his knee with the heel of her hand, the movement unabashedly sexual. I tried to feel offended, but could find no disgust. I remembered their groans, moans, and screams reverberating though the walls last night. Who was I kidding? Listening to them had been a turn-on. My son, his friend, were superb cocksmen. I had screwed her son; she had screwed mine. Who was I to object?

Ann's hand slid up his leg, her thumb on the inside of his thigh. His robe moved, seemingly on its own. It took me a second to figure it out; my son was becoming hard. I stared, frozen, as his erection rose, pushing aside his robe. Ann's hand crept further up his thigh and his penis emerged from his robe, standing full and tall.

My reaction was combined shock and fascination. I should not be looking at this thing; when had my baby grown this thing? It was thicker and longer than Andrew's impressive instrument. Prominent veins ran up its side, pumping blood into it. The head was a dusky brown. His testicles were enormous. I stared at it. Steven's hand moved from my neck to my shoulder, kneading my muscles between powerful fingers.

Ann took Steve's penis in her hand. A drop of fluid emerged from the top, coating the brown knob. When had he sprouted this mast? It was twice the size of his father's.

Ann sensed what I was thinking. "It's strange, you watch them grow up, become men, but never think how this part has grown."

I stammered out, "Yes, yes, you're right, I mean, it, he's so big, I remember...," befor faltering.

Ann picke dright up. "Sharon, honey, how about my boy, does he have a super-sized cock like Steven?"

I stared at his erection. It was, unabashedly, a sexual instrument; the seat of my son's masculinity and power. He had used it on Annie last night as Andy has used his on me, flooding us with animal pleasure, reducing us to our carnal cores. 

When I replied there was a definite sexual undertone to my voice, "Oh yes Ann, your son's, its big and beautiful."

Ann continued squeezing my son's member. When another drop of pre-cum emerged, she massaged it into the head of his tool with her thumb. Steve let out a low growl.

"I listened to you two last night. It sounded like my son's a pretty good fuck," Ann said.

I was trying to formulate an answer when Steve's hand cupped my breast. It flashed hot with arousal. In shock, I directly answered Ann's question. "He was fucking amazing. I can't remember coming so hard."

"Your boy was magnificent too. I've never been fucked so well. He also made a bit of a confession." 

Ann released my son's penis and took my hand in hers. 

"It turns out the boys not only have a thing for each other's mothers, they have a thing for their own."

She placed my hand on Steven's dick. It jumped. She wrapped my fingers around it. It was warm and hard and big. 

"Well, I'll see you two later. I'm sure you have a lot to talk about and I think I hear Andy waking up. I'm gonna check on him."

She bounced off the couch and headed into the cabin.

I was mesmerized. I was sitting on a porch facing the ocean, my hand on my son's member. I was not sure what to do, not sure what was right or wrong. The only thing I was sure of was that my son had a big beautiful magnificent cock. Steve slid off the couch with a commanding confident ease and got on his knees. He spread my legs, pulled me to the edge of the couch, and, in a single deft motion, removed my shorts. 

"Mom, I've wanted to do this for years." 

He licked my clit. A bolt of lightning struck me; an electrical surge washed through my body.

"Uuuuunnnnhhhhhhhhhh..."

He licked my cunt lips and sucked my clittie into his mouth, battering it with his tongue. Arousal surged through me. Any hope of considering the morality of any of this was overwhelmed by the burning need between my legs. Was it the forbidden nature of our liaison, the months of celibacy, Andy kicking down the doors of my inhibitions? Whatever it was, I had never gotten this hot this fast. I wanted to wallow in this outlawed desire.

"Eat me, fucking eat me, fucking eat my cunt, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

My sex pulsed, it was wonderfully alive. Steven's face glowed with joy. He loved eating pussy! His Dad was a reluctant pussy eater; his son, our son, loved it, loved eating my cunt, my hot cunt, my hot steamy cunt, my hot wet steamy fucking hot cunt. He closed his lips on my swollen clitoris and sucked on the little member while his tongue swirled around and around it. He hoisted my legs over his shoulders. I thrust my hips forward, pushing my sex into his face. He gripped my hips, holding me tight to his hungry wonderful mouth.

"Ooooooohhh, Stevie, ooooooohhhhhhh honey," I mewled. He licked my vaginal lips and pushed his tongue inside me, plunging deep into my pussy. Next, he turned to my labia, licking every curve, every crevice, every fold. I jabbered incoherently, "Oh, oh, oh, oh," but the next words caught in my throat. I took a second and then I said it: "Oh son, it feels so good, eat your mama's pussy." 

I had acknowledged my depravity, called him my son, stated I was his mother; my sex burned brighter; I gushed cunt cream. Steve glanced at me, his face glistening with my juice, ran his tongue over his lips, and resumed feasting on my cunt. I was a furnace down there, racing towards an orgasm, wanting to come on my son's perfect face.

Steve attacked my clitoris, his tongue teasing, rolling, licking, lifting, battering, poking. He was indefatigable. He loved eating cunt! He fucking loved eating cunt! My son, my beloved sexy son loved eating his mother's hot cunt! I closed my eyes. He plunged a finger, then two, into my fuck hole, ramming them in and out. His pinky massaged my perineum and stroked my asshole. 

My head was besieged by sheening shimmering sheets of light. My body went rigid; bolts of pleasure blasted through me; my nipples swelled till I thought they'd burst. I came, but Steve didn't stop; he sucked my clit, pushing me from orgasm to orgasm. I came and came and came again. Finally, my body worn out, I could take no more. I put my hand on his head, whimpering, "Please, please, please stop."

I slumped into the couch for several minutes, enjoying the warmth of the sun on my face. Finally I said, "Wow." Steven squeezed my hand and stood, his powerful body arising before me. He shrugged off his robe. He was Adonis. He held my hands, said, "Mom, we've got so much to make up for," and pulled me to my feet. With his hands on my ass, he lifted me. I wrapped my legs around him. 

"I'm going to fuck you mother." 

"Oh yes, my beautiful boy, fuck your mother." 

I set his dick at the entrance of my pussy and then, inch by inch, my son's massive cock entered me. I was stuffed when only half of his thick dick was inside me, but still he kept coming. Steven took his time, feeding me his cock with agonizingly careful slow progress.

I buried my face in his neck, muttering, "Oh my god," as my sex molded itself to his massive tool. He kept coming; he was all the way inside me. With the full weight of my body pressing down on him, I realized no one had ever been deeper, he was in virgin territory. I loved it, loved being packed full of my son's man meat. His pole scraped the walls of my cunt. When he carried me into the house I flexed my cunt muscles and exploded in a quick powerful orgasm. Lights flashed in my head; my body was consumed by a fire burning with unbelievable pleasure. It was insane, but true; I had become my son's lover.

Steven paused while I came and then, his gloriously thick man-meat buried in me up to his balls, carried me up the stairs and into the bedroom. Once there he leaned me back and I pulled off my shirt and bra so he could feast on my tits, sucking and biting the swollen nipples, his teeth sending bolts of electricity through me. I tilted my head and kissed him; our tongues played wildly with each other. When I pulled away I stared into his eyes and, with a wide silly happy grin plastered across my face, said, "I love you, son."

"I love you too, Mom. I can't believe I'm finally doing it, livin' my dream, fucking you, fucking my Mom. If you only knew how long I wanted this." 

He backed me up to the wall. I tightened my legs around him, pulling his cock deeper into my womb. He rotated his hips, moving his dick around inside me, pleasuring spots I didn't know existed. He ran his hard pubic bone over my clit, which was trapped between our bodies. The pleasure was intense, unrelenting. I came in a string of small compact orgasms, each leaving me craving the next.

Steven stepped away from the wall and, holding my ass cheeks, pistoned me up and down his cock. Inch after inch of his magnificent tool moved in and out of me. When it slid out I thrust down, trying to recapture his dick, but he was to strong so I surrendered, letting him control my movements, letting him set the pace. I savored the feel of his powerful body against me, loved the scent of his earthy masculinity. 

"Your pussy is so fine, so tight, mother."

"Fuck me baby, fuck me son, give Momma that big hard cock."

He increased the pace. I showered his face and neck with kisses, dug my heels into his buttcheeks, urging him to plough my pussy. My fingernails scratched his muscular back. Steven kept going. When he wasn't nibbling my nipples or kissing the sensitive spots on my neck, shoulders, and ears, he whispered to me, "I love you Mom. I love your hot pussy," emphasizing each point with a sudden jab of his stiff meat. His balls bounced against my ass.

On and on we fucked. As my son plunged his cock in and out of my, his, our cunt, the world shrunk to the two of us. There was only us, locked in this incestuous dance, the pleasure growing and growing. Orgasms wracked my body but Steven kept going and going until finally, thrusting deep, he growled, "Gonna cum, gonna cum, coming, yessss, fucking, unnhhhhhh, Mommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm." My son's cock swelled and erupted, filling me with his white hot creamy semen. My cunt muscles clamped down, milking every drop of from him, and then an orgasm detonated between my legs, galvanizing my body with wave after wave of intense erotic incestuous sensation. I wanted to scream words of love and lust for my son and his lovely cock, but all I could manage was a wild bestial wail. The world swirled around me and turned white, the color of perfect pleasure. 

Steven lay me on the bed. I was panting. He stepped back, dragging his cock from my happy cunt. I groaned in disappointment and looked at him. He was still hard. 

"You're still erect. How is that possible?"

"This thing can go for hours, especially with your sweet pussy to inspire me. You ready to be fucked like a whore?"

Oh yes, I was, I most certainly was.

Steven straddled my body, effortlessly slid back inside - I was full of my juice and the deluge of cum he'd left behind - and began pounding his long hard tool in and out of my pussy. My ass bounced on the bed and my voice rose an octave, "YESSSSSSS! FUCK MEEE, SONNNN! GIVE MOMMMMMAAAA THAT BIG COCKKKK! FUCK MOMMMMMYYY, MAKE HER CUM AND CUM AND CUM. FUCK HER LIKE A WHORE!"

Steven did just that. He was not gentle; it was a hard simple fuck. My son, I learned, was a champion bronco buster, expertly riding his mother's convulsing orgasming body. In and out, slow and fast, twisting his hips, he plumbed the depths of my capacity for pleasure. I was buffeted by electric orgasms, earthquake orgasms, mind-altering orgasms, gasping-for-breath-and-crying-out-in-sheer-joy orgasms. He licked the sweat from my breasts, bit my hard throbbing nipples, kissed my neck and face, and whispered into my ear how he loved his mother's hot tight wet slut whore twat. 

Our conjoined crotches, infested with the cream pouring from my cunt, were sticky and sloppy. The air was dense with the scent of pussy juice and fuck-sweat. The walls reverberated with the sound of bodies smashing together. Steven's groans became shorter and more intense; he was going to cum. I dug my nails into his back and begged him to dump another load inside me, told him he was the best fuck of my life, that he could have his mother's pussy whenever however he wanted it. I asked for his cum, I prayed for his cum, I implored him to leave his seed where he'd been conceived nineteen years before. He demanded to know what I was and I told him; I was his mother, his lover, his fuck, his slut, his whore, his cunt. He fucked me harder, our bodies recoiled from the bed, and then, accompanied by a wanton bellow, he came, pouring his seed inside me. The flood of semen coated my womb and, again, I exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm, the powerful fire inside me so intense I feared it would consume my flesh. 

Spent, we lay together. It felt so nice, so right, to be wrapped in his arms. We kissed and stroked, fondled and cooed, his strong sensitive hands tripped over my body. He told me how he loved me, how he dreamed of the day when I'd be his. How, when Ann's and my marriage unraveled, he and Andy decided to seduce their moms. 




Moms at the Beach Ch. 02



We also listened to Annie and her son in the bedroom below us, her animal moans confirming what I already knew, her son was a helluva fuck. They kept at it, grunts and groans intensifying, until, singing in harmony, they came. Then all was quiet.

Steve kissed me playfully on the ear. "They must have passed out. Mom, get on your stomach, let me give you a back rub."

Using a jar of grape seed massage oil sitting on a table by the bed, he worked my shoulders and neck before turning to my spine. Starting at the base, he massaged the muscles running up along it. As he did so he complimented me on how good I looked, praised me for how hard I'd worked to get myself back in top condition, admired how I'd survived the divorce with grace and dignity. After he lightly ran his fingers over my back, he turned to my thighs and butt, kneading them with his powerful forearms and hands. I thought about asking him to skip the preliminaries and fuck me, but a girl should accept every massage she can.

After finishing my butt cheeks he dripped oil on top of my anal crevice and ran a finger down its length. When he reached my sphincter I cooed.

"You like?"

"Yeah, nice." 

His hands returned to my ass cheeks, which he worked in decreasing concentric circles, ending at the center of my ass. He spread my butt cheeks and teased and tapped the opening of my anus. It felt great; I pushed up towards him. Bowing down, he licked the anal bud. I groaned softly. He pushed his tongue inside my rectum, licking the walls, tongue fucking me. He reached under me and fondled my clit.

After several minutes - a tongue can only go for so long - he returned to my butt cheeks, nibbling on them. I gasped my approval. Steven sat back up and returned to massaging me with the oil, running strong fingers up my thighs, working my butt, then returning to the crevice. He placed a finger on my sphincter and rubbed; I humped the bed. When he pushed the fingertip into my butt, surprised, I jerked, inadvertently forcing it into my ass up to the first knuckle. 

I froze. Steven kept his finger inside me. His other hand left my clit and stroked my butt and hips.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, just surprised."

"Tell me how this feels."

He wiggled his first knuckle. Oooooh, I liked it; it felt good. I pushed back against him. Steven, following the natural shape of my rectum, sank the rest of his finger inside me and rubbed the walls. The sensation was amazing, unlike anything I'd known before. I could feel it in my pussy. He inserted another finger into my rectum, spreading me apart. The discomfort was minimal, secondary to the new sensations and thrill of the taboo penetration. I joined in his slow fuck motion, pushing back into him.

Steven reached under me, grazed my pussy lips, and inserted two fingers into my snatch, matching their movement to the fingers in my anus. I took short hard breaths in time with the two way finger-fuck.

The jitters I had felt when my son first started playing inside my butt evaporated. I relaxed, surrendering my body to him. It seemed I was effortlessly adjusting to my son as lover, accepting him as a fuck-mate I could love and trust. He was no longer a boy; he was a strong man, confident, assertive, masculine.

I was cooing in delight when Steven said, "Mom, Mrs. R showed me something new last night. Would you like me to show you?"

I took me a moment to understand what he meant. I'd never done it before. A cock the size of my son's was certainly not the right one to break me in. But I wasn't about to deny this boy anything and damn, if Annie could do it, I could do it.

"Okay, but be careful. I've never done it before."

He rolled me onto my stomach, pushed my legs up over my chest, applied lube to my ass, and pushed some inside me. He coated his cock with the slippery oil. 

I thought a lot of lube an excellent idea. 

"That's good babe. You're so big."

Massaging my clit with one hand, he grabbed the base of his tool with the other and rubbed the tip in a circular motion around my ass. The circles became smaller until the cock-head was lodged in the opening of my ass hole.

"Okay Mom, now push against me, yeah like that."

I pushed; the tip of his cock slid just inside me. It hurt; I stopped moving. I needed a pause to wait, to adjust. Steven continued to work my clit, his hands firm yet sensitive. Nerve endings in my anus, connected to my vagina and clit, started firing off, at first a few, then several score, then a hundred, then a thousand. It felt good. It was time. 

I moved my bottom forward, enveloping his cock. Steven rocked against me and, inch by inch, his dick filled my back side. I had thought having my pussy crammed with his big cock was intense, but now I felt like I might split in two. I grabbed the sides of the bed and moaned in pain and pleasure as his shaft stretched me.

He stopped, his voice full of concern, "Mom, you okay? Wanna stop?"

"Give me a second."

My ass was tingling. I forced myself to relax. The pain, I realized, was manageable. I had let my anxiety leap out of control. I lay there, breathing, unwinding, studying the sensations in my backside. I enjoyed it, this feeling of being spread open. I tightened my sphincter around my son's thick cock; he moaned at the unexpected pressure. His fingers returned to my clit. I took a few more seconds to adjust to this obscene violation. Then I smiled.

"Okay, don't move, let me."

His beautiful eyes glowed, full of anticipation. I took his hand in mine, kissed it, sucked his index finger into my mouth, licking it, and pushed against the cock interred in my ass.

My son moaned. I doubt he'd ever known a tighter place.

I pushed again, and then again. Soon His thighs were pressed against my ass cheeks. He was all the way in me. I focused on his fuck-meat, hard and throbbing in my asshole. I was a fuck-goddess. It was erotic, hot; I had totally surrendered to him. I might be his Mom, but I was also his whore, his slut, his fuck-toy.

I started pushing back and forth, fucking myself on his dick. The pain became background noise, drowned out of by thousands of nerve endings singing in joy, pleasure coursing through me.

"Uuhhhmmm, oh my god, ahhhhh, like it, oh my, feels soooo frigging good."

Steven rolled my clit between his fingers and buried two fingers in my twat, rubbing his dick through the thin layer of skin separating pussy from asshole.

"Good god Mom, your ass, it's a velvet vise." 

He began fucking my ass in full long strokes. He looked down, watching his cock disappear inside my body. I imagined what it must look like when his tool drove the pink skin from the interior of my butt back inside me.

"Ohhh, oh fuck me, god I wish I could see."

My clit, my pussy, my asshole merged; an orgasm was growing, rattling around inside me. My son's massive tool occupied my ass, stretched it, claimed ownership. It was intense and wonderful. I started jerking on the bed. Steven picked up the pace, fucking my ass with abandon, dragging an animal moan from me with each stroke.

"Ahhhh..."

My ass was on fire.

"Aaahhhhhh..."

It felt like a steel rod was driving into me.

"Ooooohhhhhhhhh..."

My mind was reeling. I wanted to be reamed out. I grabbed the bed frame and, using it as leverage, lifted my butt from the bed and pushed into Steven's penis. I felt every ridge and bulge of his dick as it slammed into my asshole. I lost myself in the sensations; his long, thick, hot shaft moved in and out of my ass. I pulled back, leaving only the thick cock-head inside, and again impaled myself on cock-meat. I kept it up, increasing the speed. My arms and back began to tire and hurt but I did not stop. I was moaning, but was white noise as my being, my focus, was my asshole. My son's cock was in my ass. I fucked him faster and faster.

"Oh god Mom, I, I'm going to cum, jeez I'm going to cum."

He grabbed my fat tits, pinching and pulling on my nipples. He understood; I wanted it brutal and hard. The intensity of pain and pleasure was what I needed. He squeezed my nipples again and I howled and went sailing over the edge, screaming my ecstasy, pleasure spreading through my body. His cock jerked, swelled, and he shot his heavenly cream inside me, coating the walls of my asshole. I fell back onto the bed, but my orgasm continued. I surfed its waves, yelping, moaning, loving my new life.

Finally, spent, I opened my eyes to my son's happy face. He was tenderly rubbing my breasts. Moving to my side, he brought his arm around me, hugged me, kissed me. He was damp with sweat; so was I. We kissed again, deeply and passionately. His cum leaked from my asshole, slid down my crevice, dripped onto the bed.

"My god I never thought it could feel this good."

Then the door opened. Naked Ann and naked Andrew walked in.

I felt a certain illogical discomfort. Despite the fact that I was in bed with my son, that the night before I had laid with Annie's son and her with mine, I was still not used to seeing my best friend and her son walking around, those mighty fine butts showing. 

Ann was, as always, non-plussed. "Could you two have made any more noise? Slide over." She sat down next to me. "You and I still best friends?"

"Yes," I answered, confusion evident in my voice.

"Good, because you and I, the boys willing, are going to share our good fortune. Boys?"

"Yes, ma'am," they answered.

Addressing me, "And you?"

I looked at Andrew's rapidly hardening cock, thoughts of last night in my head. "I could be talked into it."

For the rest of the day the four of us, in a variety of combinations, went at it. It didn't make up for the long months of celibacy, but it was a start.



Moms at the Beach Ch. 03



I woke to Ann's long theatrical yawn. Quite naked, she was standing and stretching. The boys were dead asleep. I expected they'd be out awhile. Annie gestured with her head and I followed her to the kitchen where she suggested a run on the beach. I was stiff and a bit sore from the day before. It sounded like the perfect way to work out the kinks.

It wasn't til I got outside that I realized how early it was. All four of us, sexually satiated, had passed out around 8:00 P.M. Now it was a few minutes before 6:00 A.M. The sun was barely over the horizon. We headed east so we could watch the sunrise. We'd been going at it awhile when Annie asked, "Any regrets?"

I turned the question around in my head. Regrets? Taking her son, my son, as lovers? Well, it was certainly different, but the happy warm feeling between my legs let me know I'd adjust. "I'm not sure," I answered. "You?"

"Well if the boys will keep it a secret, and I think they will - who'd want to give up two cunts as hot as ours - no. I plan on balling those kids as much as possible. They know how to fuck. I've given it a lot of thought these past months. You and I tried the loyal conventional monogamous wife thing; we were good at it. It didn't work. Maybe we should try something new."

It was the middle of the week; there was little sign of human occupation. We saw several dolphin swimming off shore, accompanying us up the beach. Inspired, we ran further than normal before turning around. As we approached our cabin I heard laughter and saw the twins emerging from the water. They were naked. Cindy waved and, without apparent embarrassment, walked towards us. Lisa detoured towards the house, where there were towels draped over two Adirondack chairs. 

I knew I shouldn't stare, but I examined their bodies anyway. Nicely built, a bit of fat stored in their butts and thighs. Not curvy and voluptuous like me, not well-muscled like Ann, they occupied a middle ground: hips and buttocks slightly wider than busts and with that short hair, a little boyish, but still, quite attractive. As Cindy got closer I noted her pubic hair; it was dense and thick; she was au natural. Then I noticed her areolas and nipples, thick, dark, and distended; they were like small tits perched on top of tits. 

"Some early morning skinny dipping?" Ann said.

"Yeah, we didn't think anyone would be up this early. It's a great way to start the day. Care to join us?" 

By this time Lisa had arrived. She handed her sister a towel and Cindy, nonchalantly, wrapped it around her waist, leaving those remarkable breasts exposed. Before Annie could reply Lisa said, "Hey sis, we've got to meet the club for the ride."

Cindy took her sister's hand in her own, the affection between them palpable. "That's my sister, gotta plan everything, even on vacation. Perhaps another day."

The four of us headed back to the cabins. The twins briefly recounted their experience spreading their parents' ashes along the coast the day before. I only half-listened, my mind focused on what the twins thought of us. We hadn't left the cabin yesterday. How do you explain a beach vacation in which no one goes outdoors? Did they think we were howlingly lazy mothers and sons? More likely they considered us cougars and cougar bait. We and the boys better synchronize our stories.

Annie gave each a hug and we headed upstairs where we each grabbed a shower. I put on a light blue sack dress. Ann was already in the kitchen, wearing one of my flannel shirts which, because of her short stature, reached half way down her thighs. She was making smoothies and brewing coffee. Combined with the ocean air, the smell was intoxicating.

"Hey slowpoke. Meet me on the porch. I'll be ready in a moment."

Seconds later she joined me. The smoothie was lime, among my favorites. 

Annie sat down. "I noticed you're waking a bit gingerly. You okay?"

"Yeah, my feet are sore. I guess its running on the sand without shoes. I'm not used to it."

"Don't worry, I got something for what ails you."

Annie disappeared into the house and then reappeared with a bowl, two clean white towels, and lotion. She put the bowl on the floor. Half a lime was floating in it.

"Soak your feet honey."

I did. The waster was nice and warm. 

We chatted awhile and then she sat on the floor, cradling a foot in her hand. She looked it over, then laughed. "The bottom of each toe has a tiny black and blue mark on it. Don't worry, Annie will take care of you."

She gently rubbed the bottom of each foot with the lime, then used it as a scrubber. After she finished both feet she soaked a hand towel in the footbath and held it above each knee, letting the water trickle down my calf and foot. After several repetitions she patted each leg dry with the other towel. 

Gently, she held each foot in her strong hands, rotating my ankles clockwise, then counterclockwise. She gave each toe the same treatment, then tugged on each one. She rubbed lotion into my feet. 

"Feeling better?"

"Yeah, thanks."

"Oh honey, we're just gettin' started."

She took a foot in both hands and walked her thumbs back and forth over the sole, pushing deep, working the pressure points. When she got to the ball of my foot she moved her thumbs in semicircles, back and forth. It felt great. She placed a thumb on each side of my foot and slid it to the opposite side, moved slightly down, and repeated the process until reaching my heel. 

After she did the same to my other foot she interlaced her fingers, resting them on the top of my foot, her thumbs on my sole, and applied pressure with her thumbs while sliding her hands up and down my foot. Next she worked her fingertips between the bones running from my toes to my leg. Finally, applying slight pressure, she massaged the muscle running from my ankle to my calf.

"Feel better."

I held up my leg, turning my ankle, stretching my foot. I certainly did. "Yes, thanks."

Annie joined me on the couch. Soon we were talking and laughing and, I realized, that 

despite the extraordinary events of the past two days our friendship was unaffected. We had fallen back into old patterns. I loved Ann.

The revelry was briefly interrupted by the twins. Wearing the skin tight clothes of serious cyclists they yelled hello as they mounted their bicycles and headed for the road. 

As Annie watched them leave she said, "There is something very sexy about those girls. I mean they're attractive, but something else going on there. I can't put my finger on it."

The remark surprised me. Ann noticed.

"Well, don't go all jealous on me. You are still the hottest bitch I know. Watching you go at it with the guys yesterday was something else."

I looked at my friend. Her unkempt hair fluttered in the ocean breeze. And, even with that breeze pouring over us, she smelled of sex. There was a libidinous undertone to her stare, a hint of bedroom eyes. Already turned on? Was she preparing for another marathon fuck session? Its then that I noticed three buttons of her flannel shirt were open, permitting a view of her impressive chest. Despite the fact that she and I had spent much of yesterday naked together, I found myself peeking. She placed a foot on the edge of her chair, letting the shirt slide up her leg, exposing a hint of pubic hair. 

I looked back to her face. She smirked; she knew exactly where I'd been looking. I had a strong reaction, but not one I could define. I needed a second to think. Her coffee cup was empty. Mine too. 

I stood, "Need a refill?"

"Yes honey, thanks."

I returned and handed it to her. She smiled, took a sip and leaned back, closing her eyes. I studied my friend's body, thinking about sharing our sons the day before. She said she enjoyed watching me. I thought about it. Yeah, I had to admit, watching her with the boys was hot.

Ann opened her eyes. I looked away, uncomfortable with the notion that Ann might catch me staring.

She leaned forward. Was another button undone? The shirt opened up further. I could see her impressive breasts and nipples. I chided myself, but still I glanced. I had seen her topless hundreds of times. Why was this peep show suddenly so compelling?

Ann sat back and swivelled towards me. A breast worked itself against her shirt so that a nipple was visible. Discreetly, I watched it. Ann took another sip of coffee.

What was going on? I had known this woman for decades. I had long appreciated her beauty. Why this sudden fascination with her tits? Is this what guys fixated on? Ann moved again. Her breasts swayed in her shirt; her nipple disappeared from view. I willed myself to return my gaze to Ann's face. She was looking right at me. She knew what I'd been doing. A knot formed in my stomach.

"Honey, if you want to see 'em just ask. Hell, I've worked hard to keep them in shape and with our neighbors gone, we've got privacy."

Ann undid the remaining buttons on her shirt and took it off; her big fat beautiful breasts were open to the sun.

"Honey, toss me the sun block."

I did. 

"Thanks." She squirted lotion into a hand and worked it into her chest.

I was horny and uncomfortable at the same time. I thought about heading upstairs to wake the boys; Annie's hand touched mine. 

"Hey honey, we're not going to get total seclusion on the beach all that often. Let's take advantage. I showed you mine, show me yours."

I looked at Ann. I wasn't sure what to do, so I took the path of least resistance. I pushed the straps of my dress off my shoulders. Annie reached over and pulled the dress down over my breasts; it settled at my waist. 

"Honey, yours are spectacular." She shifted her position, sitting between me and the sun, and squirted sun block into her hands. She worked the lotion into my breasts; they swelled with blood; my nipples stood at attention

"The girls are responsive this morning," Ann quipped as she stroked my nipples with her fingers. Then her tone turned unusually sober. "Watching you over these past months whip yourself back into shape, it inspired me. It's helped me reclaim my life. I couldn't have made it without you. We've been best friends forever, but I've never felt closer to you."

Ann, I knew, was not serious all that often. I slid forward; our knees touched. Her fingers on my breasts. My guard temporarily down, I felt a sudden heat between my legs.

"Oh Annie, I couldn't have made it without you."

She wrapped her arms around me, our bodies pressed together, our oily breasts slid against each other. Annie told me she loved me; I told her I loved her. She tilted her head, moved her mouth to mine. Our lips met in a quick kiss. She kissed my cheek. Her hand ran down the side of my body and we kissed again. However, what started as a peck became soft and tender. Ann's mouth glided across mine; her hand settled on my thigh; her tongue traced the outline of my mouth. My pussy tingled, moistened.

When our lips parted I was panting, breathing heavily, my mind a muddle of confusion, fear, and lust. I looked into my friend's eyes, searching for answers. Ann was, as always, loquacious.

"Yesterday, when the four of us were in bed, I kept looking at you, thinking how sexy you are. I imagined pushing the boys out of the way and burying my head between your legs. I've been having these thoughts for awhile, but haven't acknowledged them. So whatta ya think? Am I a perv?"

My lame response: "I've never done anything like that before."

"Don't worry honey," she replied, "I have."

She kissed my nose and forehead, kissed my eyes and cheeks, and our love for each other seemed liked it had substance, like it was sitting on the porch with us.

When her tongue returned to my lips, I opened my mouth, extending my tongue to meet hers. Our tongues slid against each other. Annie slipped hers inside my mouth, ran it over my teeth and around my lips. I moaned. I placed a hand on her well-muscled arm. The softness of her lips and tongue, contrasted with the strength of her body, excited me. She pressed herself to me. Ann's mouth was tender and wanting; it sent chills down my spine. The kiss seemed to last ten minutes.

My pussy was aching.

Ann sensed by acceptance, my surrender. The hand on my thigh moved to my back. She wrapped her arms around me. I returned the embrace. We moved our bodies from side to side, enjoying the soft friction. After more minutes of increasingly passionate kissing Ann moved her mouth to my ear. 

"I believe the downstairs bedroom is unoccupied."

Not waiting for an answer, she took my hand and led me inside. As I followed her lust collided with trepidation. Was I ready for this? Was I ready for same-sex love? How would I feel about this tomorrow? First Andrew, then my son, now Ann, what was I becoming? 

Still, I followed. Once in the bedroom she turned back to me, kissed me several more times, then sensed my concern. "Do you mind if I finish that massage I started outside?"

"That would be nice," my voice hoarse, happy for the momentary reprieve.

Ann circled behind me and pulled my dress, which remained bunched at my waist, over the curve of my ass and to the floor. Taking hold of my hips, she turned me around, and, looking up at me, placing her hand on my chest, above my breasts.

"You're such a lovely woman."

My nipples grew tight at her unembarrassed admiration.

I took a second. I studied her perfect form.

"Thank you. So are you."

Ann guided me to the bed. I lay on my stomach and Ann, kneeling next to me, massaged my shoulders and neck. The hundreds of hours we'd spent in the gym were evident in her powerful arms and fingers; she emphasized her deep strong work on my muscles by occasionally lightly drifting her fingers over my shoulders and upper back. Next she moved to my lower back and then ran her fingers over my butt and down my legs to my feet. Here she took her time, rubbing the bottom of my feet, massaging each toe, then taking it in her mouth and sucking on it. I squealed in delight. She moved up my legs, working the muscles, stopping short of my pussy.

I couldn't disguise the effect her touch had on me; my moans became increasingly sexual. No one could help but notice the unmistakable scent of my pussy heating up.

Ann's fingers next found my backside. She massaged my butt, soft and wiggly compared to her hard ass. Occasionally she dipped a finger between my legs, not touching my pussy, but getting closer and closer. Under her expert care, my consternation about what was about to happen receded, pushed back by the pang in my loins and the growing realization that my life would never be the same again. The beach was giving birth to a new me.

And all the while Ann's hands were driving me wild with anticipation. I wanted her to touch my cunt.

She didn't. She rolled me onto my back and sucked a nipple into her mouth, circling her tongue around the hard point. I let out a long groan. She drew a path with lips, tongue, and teeth, to the other nipple, stuck out her tongue and, in my full view, dragged it across my trembling areola, covering it with spittle. My pussy walls quivered; somehow, instinctively, she knew when and how to touch me.

After one last hard lick, my tit bouncing in response, Ann moved down my body, softly licking and kissing my stomach. I spread my legs, anticipating, wanting Ann's hot mouth and tongue on my pussy. Annie dragged her heavy tits over my cunt; it spasmed. 

Ann stopped when her mouth was inches from my cunt. She paused, looked at my face, which was framed between my fat tits. I puckered my lips, blew her a kiss. She grinned. I spread my legs wide, providing her the full tableau: a horny swollen cunt glistening with cunt cream. Ann inhaled, savoring the musky scent, blew a stream of air over my clit, and lowered her head. After the masterful teasing she had given my tits, I craved her mouth on my pussy. I wasn't disappointed.

Ann's tongue found my clitoris. 

"Ohh, fuck yes."

Ann's tongue, lips, and a little suction soon reduced me to a wild frenzy. With my husband I had never been particularly vocal during sex, but now I couldn't stop talking. She was driving me wild. She shifted her attention to my cunt, fucking me with her strong tongue. I repeated, "Fuck me, that feels oh so fucking good," over and over. With supernatural determination Ann relentlessly drove her tongue in and out of my soaked pussy.

She replaced her tongue with two fingers and, knowing the answer, asked, "You like?"

"Oh god yes."

"Do you want to cum for me?"

"Oh yes, I want to cum on your face. Please baby, please Annie, make me cum."

She resumed fucking me with her tongue. She moved to my clit, bitch slapped it. A finger went inside me, effortlessly locating my g-spot. It was wonderful, it was intense, it was magic, and then it was all over. I pushed my hips into her face, gasped, "Ohhh fuckinh god," and an orgasm struck me with full force.

Buffeted by the explosion, I howled like a dog in heat, writhing under Ann's expert tonguing. Annie continued teasing my clit, drawing out my orgasm, and then gradually decreasing the intensity, bringing me down ever so slowly. When my orgasm passed and my body went limp, she turned to my pussy, lazily slurping down every drop of my cum.

I lay there, in a state of pure bliss, floating on a post-orgasmic high, running my fingertips over Annie's shoulder as she licked me, purring, "That feels so good." Ann continued to softly graze, slurping for several long happy minutes before she crawled up on top of me, her body covering mine. We kissed deeply, our tongues swirling back and forth. I loved the womanly softness of her lips and face; I loved the taste of my juice on her face and tongue.

I most definitely had to give her to the same treatment she'd given me. 

We continued our kiss, but, at my instigation, rolled over so I was on top. After our lips parted Ann looked into my eyes. Her tone, both a request and a command, she said, "Fuck me." 

I felt some trepidation. As I said, I'd never done this before. I wasn't sure what to do. Ann understood. "Babe, don't worry. You already know. Do what feels natural."

Was she right? I moved my mouth to Ann's neck and bathed it and her shoulders with soft kisses and gentle licks. Ann moaned and sighed: I felt encouraged. I continued my tender exploration and Ann started squirming. Her warm full fat breasts were pressed against my chest. I licked down to those titties, kissed each quickly, and massaged them with my hands. Ann groaned. 

"Oh baby, that feels go good. You know just how to love my boobies."

I could see why guys loved playing with these things. 

Feeling new confidence, I became more aggressive, more sure of myself. I ran my tongue around and around the soft skin of Ann's full beasts, my kisses, licks, and nips becoming more forceful. Her breasts were, like her, strong and powerful. I was not going to hurt them. Maybe Annie was right, maybe I already knew what to do.

Ann groaned and started dragging her wet sex up and down my thigh. I brought my mouth to her nipples, sucking on the large distended dark-brown areolas, licking her hard chocolate nipples. They became harder and tighter. I took her boobs into my hands, pressed them together, switching from mound to mound, latching my mouth onto them like a desperate child. Annie clamped her hands to my back. She humped my leg. 

Then, panting with need, Ann suddenly exclaimed, in a moan of half desperation, half command, "Fuck me Sharon. Lick my pussy."

By now I knew I could. I moved between Ann's legs and studied my best friend's sex. I had never seen a woman's pussy spread open. It was, I thought, quite beautiful. It glistened; her light blonde hair was soaked with the juice leaking from her. Larger and thicker than my own, her dark red clit was erect; it had pushed aside its hood and stood tall and free. Her vagina was swollen and open; the soft pink interior lips blossoming like a flower. 




Moms at the Beach Ch. 03



I lowered my mouth and teased the lips and folds of Ann's pussy. It was new and incredibly exciting. I sucked and licked along her labia, ran the flat of my tongue along the outer lips of her vagina, visited and played with her clit. I may have been a rookie, but Ann seemed to love it, wriggling on the bed and moaning in wicked delight. Her response gave me confidence; I bathed Ann's pussy with my tongue.

Finally Annie groaned, with an urgent need that overrode any objection, "I can't take any more, Sharon honey, make me cum."

I didn't have a plan, but I was determined. I licked Ann's musky wet hole and drove my tongue inside her pussy. Ann's breathing became erratic. She pushed her pussy into me; her juice covered my face and seeped into my nose. I continued the tongue fucking, gluing my mouth to her honeyed opening. Ann humped my face, forcing my tongue deeper into her. I wiggled it. Ann groaned, "Oh, fuck," shuddered, and then with a short high pitched yelp, exploded. Her pussy twitched and shook around my tongue. I kept it buried deep inside her, waggling it, waiting for her orgasm to pass. When it did I tenderly kissed and licked Ann's dripping sex, filling my mouth with pussy juice. I crawled up next to her and we kissed. I lay my head on her shoulder. She wrapped an arm around me. I ran my hand over her body, enjoying the soft smoothness of her skin. 

I hadn't been sure about this experiment when it started, but I was sure now. I loved it. I'd be spending a lot of time between my best friend's legs, teasing and pleasuring my newest lover. 

Annie was thinking the same way. After taking a few moments to recover, she leapt from the bed, said, "I need to show you my new toy," and scurried out the door, returning with a satchel. From it she pulled a dildo and tossed it to me. I caught it. It was pink, flexible, and maybe seven inches long and an inch in diameter. Smaller than our sons' cocks, but still ample. 

"I've never used one of these," I said.

"Really honey? They're great. How have you gotten through these last months?"

"Fingers mostly."

Annie got back on the bed, said, "Well, there is nothing wrong with fingers," and planted a big sloppy wet kiss on my mouth. Moving with me she pushed me onto my back, keeping our mouths locked together. Three fingers briefly probed my snatch. Then, full breasts bouncing, she sat up, her knees between my spread legs. She reached for the dildo.

"Well honey, do you think your ready to try this," she drewing out the next word, "small," and finished, "dildo?" She handed it to me. "Touch it, feel it. Whatta ya think?" 

I took the pink phallus. It was softer than I imagined, warmer too. It felt nice. 

"Okay, I'll take a shot, you slut."

"Excellent. I'm gonna make you feel wonderful. I guarantee it."

She dropped her body to mine. Our breasts, then our cunts, ground together. She kissed me, her tongue explored my mouth. Her fingers were active, running up and down my body, visiting the sides of my breasts and then forcing their way between us to fondle my boobs. She began a humping motion as if fucking me. I moaned; my pussy swelled. Annie slid off of me and, giggling, placed the head on the dildo to my vagina, rolling it there, coating it with my lubrication. Once it was throughly wet she ran its head up my labia to my clit, stroking my love bud with the toy. My breathing grew deep and ragged. Annie's mouth moved to my tits, suckling on the flushed hot mounds.

Annie eased the toy inside me. There was little resistance, I was wet and my cunt had been well used over the last few days. The experience was somewhat surprising. I guess I'd thought it would feel like a man's penis, but it was different. It filled me up nicely, but didn't pulse, quake, shake like a man's penis. It didn't have that same soft but hard feeling. 

"Well?" Annie asked.

"Nice, but not quite a cock."

"Ain't any fake ones gonna compare to what Andy and Steven are packing, but still, let's see what I can do."

She began, rhythmically, to thrust the toy in and out of my snatch while biting my boobs and nipples, moving up for a long deep kiss, returning to my tits. Oh yes, this was better. I ran my fingers through her short blonde hair and began to lose myself in the experience. My muscles quivered and my pelvis, seemingly on its own, humped against the pink intruder. I started mewling. Annie, gauging my reaction, stroked my clit with her thumb, sucked hard on my nipples, and thrust the dildo deeper into my pussy, twisting it around. The dildo's flexibility allowed it to bend within me as no man's cock could; I felt sensations in my pussy I had not known before. Yeah, I thought, I could get used to this.

Annie knew It was time. She slid down my body, planted her mouth over my clit, trapped it between her lips, and attacked the head with her tongue. She jammed a finger in my asshole. She twisted and turned the dildo in my pussy. I was on fire.

"Oohhh, God, Yes, YES, YESSSSS, AAHHHH, Brraaa, Ooohhh, Fuckinnggg, Oooooo, NOOO, YESSSSS, Nurfmmm."

My muscles tensed, then froze, then unleashed. Shaking uncontrollably, I rocked my hips back and forth against the toy and then, screaming, "OH FUCK YES," I came, shaking through an intense sweet orgasm. 

Annie kept moving the tool inside me.

I kept coming. "Oh yeah; oh, yeah; oh Annie, yes, yes; oh, god, yes, Yes, OH YES!"

I convulsed and twitched, my hips humped spasmodically. When I started to come down Annie got to her knees, surveying my prostrate form. She had let go of the dildo and my convulsing pussy clamped down on it, pushing it out of my body. I lay still, trying to catch my breath. 

Annie was delighted. She jumped from the bed, said, "Damn girl, its time for stage two," and reached into her bag. She pulled out another dildo. It was purple. It was immense. I was dumbstruck.

Annie filled the silence. "This is a two header, one end for you, one end for me. I've been dying to try it."

"Whatthefuck Annie, its huge."

"That's why we share it."

"It's still huge."

She held it dangling in front of her face, as if inspecting it for the first time. "Well, it is big."

"It's bigger than the boys."

"Well, you may be right. Let's see." She pressed the mushroom shaped head to her bright pink labia and rolled her hips, slowly working the enormous crown between her pussy-lips. I watched in fascination as those lips parted, embracing the first couple of inches of the massive fuck-toy. She stopped for a second and winked. "I think you're right, its bigger than the boys.' Then she started pushing it in again. I looked at her face. Her eyes were closed; she was focused on the gigantic prick stretching her fuck hole. She gasped, her ample breasts heaved, her heart was racing. Then she stopped, taking a moment, seeming to savor the feeling. She rocked her hips against the invader.

Then, after a brief pause, she let out a long exhalation of air, said, "Oooohhhhhhhhh yyeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssss," and, using both hands, resumed, slowly, insistently, driving the dildo into her snatch, gasping as her vagina's walls molded themselves to its inhuman girth. She had a prodigious flow of pussy juice, I could see it seep from the edges of her pussy and drip down her legs. She flexed her pussy walls, using them to help drag the plastic cock inside her.

"Oh god, it's so...so big," she groaned.

Then, to my amazement, she started to rotate her hips, twisting the cock around inside her. The muscles on the insides of her thighs twitched, she breathed rapidly, her lush breasts rose and fell with each ragged breath. One hand let go of the dildo and went to her breasts, squeezing them, then lifting a tit to her mouth, where she chewed on her nipple.

Then, oh my god, it was all the way in. I could see her work her cunt muscles, squeezing the plastic prick. Drops of sweat appeared on her forehead and neck, then flowed across her breasts. She groaned around the tit stuffed in her mouth and started bouncing on the balls of her feet, using the downward motion to drive the dildo deeper inside herself. Her skin flushed, she jerked her head up - her breast fell free - and she shouted, "OHHHHHH FUCKINGGGGGGGG GODDDDDDDDD," as she came, shaking spasmodically as a blistering climax shot through her body. She staggered forward, leaning on the bed for support.

There was a beatific smile on her face when she opened her eyes.

"Spread 'em honey."

"Annie, I'm not sure."

"Honey, I'm sure enough for both of us."

Annie was not to be denied. She crawled between my legs, tossed the pink dildo to the side, and placed the new dildo's large bulbous head at the opening to my cunt. She took hold of the shaft, rubbing it all over my sex before centering in between my pussy lips. Then she thrust forward, driving the head of the purple giant into me. As she pressed down on the rubber penis she bent over, her sweaty body sliding over mine, and kissed me. I was concerned about taking the giant tool inside me, but I was drenched with juice. The first two inches slid in easily. Then it got uncomfortable.

I winced. "Ohmigod, Annie that's a big fucking cunt-filler."

Ann was unperturbed. "That it is. And you're gonna learn to love it slut." She kissed me and continued to press her pelvis down, driving the dildo deeper into my cunt. I grunted, my mind wholly focused on the thick phallus jammed in my pussy, stretching it, opening it in a way I had not known since the birth of my son. While pushing the oversized cock into my body, forcing me to yield to this unworldly sex-toy, Annie continued kissing me, exploring my mouth with her tongue.

It hurt. At least Steven had given me time to adjust when he had filled my asshole with his dick, but this was Annie. Resistance was futile. I wiggled my hips and rocked my pelvis as she worked the rubber phallus deeper inside me. My cunt expanded, then gave way, then clasped tightly to the brutal intruder burrowing its way to my core. Thankfully, my cunt poured out juice, paving the way to my womb, allowing Annie to go deeper and deeper.

I thrashed on the bed, impaled mercilessly on this enormous artificial dick, its ungodly thickness drilling into me. I glanced down. Shit, there were several inches to go.

Annie followed my eyes. "I'm gonna make you come with this honey," she said, and drew her hips back and then flexed forward.

"OH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK," I moaned, my head flopping up and down on the bed. I was afraid I might split wide open. 

Annie was indefatigable. She grabbed the bed frame and drove the final inch of the toy into me, its knob crashing into my cervix. I flopped on the bed like a rag doll, trying to adjust to being impaled on this monster. Annie humped into me in short motions, her erection knocking on the door to my womb.

I groaned in pain, but I also knew I could handle it. I grabbed Annie's ass and held her still while I bucked and humped, taking the time to get used to the colossal double-dong. Finally I released her ass and ran my fingertips along the sides of her body, signaling that I was ready. Annie started fucking me. While throwing in short chopping hunches and pressing her body to mine so we could rub our clitties together, she gradually increased the length and power of her thrusts.

Soon I was moving with her. It was still uncomfortable, but I loved being stuffed with cock and the feeling of my friends powerful feminine body against my own. Then Annie did the most amazing thing. She reached under the dildo and, I suppose, flicked a switch. It started to vibrate. Ohmigod, I had never imagined such sensations. My remaining apprehension evaporated in the face of this new reality. I wrapped my arms around her, pressed my breasts to hers. We were belly-to-belly, our legs spread wide. She grabbed my hair, yanked my mouth to hers and we sucked, kissed, licked each other. We pulled our hips apart until our pussies were only half-filled and slammed them back together, sending shock waves through our bodies. We did it again and again; the motion becoming violent as we drove the phallus deep into our bodies. 

It didn't take long. In a few minutes I felt it, I needed to cum. The sweat forming on Annie's body confirmed she felt the same. A glow spread from my cunt to my ass and up to my tits. Our desires were raw, rooted in the most primitive animalistic part of our brains. The mutual pounding became frenetic, we were bucking wildly, moaning, cursing, howling.

It was coming. I pulled Annie's head to mine and kissed her. There was no sweetness in my kiss; I claimed her mouth as my own. Annie reared back, leaving only the head of the dildo inside me, and crashed back, striking me with the force of a pile driver. It was here; I was caught in the violent wave of an orgasm. We both left this world, going to the place where pleasure was pure and perfect and overwhelming, where even pain was pleasure. We ground our bodies into each other, the dildo twisting around inside us, moaning into each other's neck. Finally it was over. I was done; I was spent. I held my dearest friend, whimpered, our shared phallus buried in both of us.

"My god, that was hot." It was my son.

Ann slowly rolled off me. The dildo pulled out from her vagina and protruded from mine, nine inches of purple plastic dick dangling between my legs. Andy and Steven, wearing boxers and holding cups of coffee, stared.

Annie took hold of the dildo, frigging it. "Hey guys, two horny ladies looking for some real cock. Know anyone who can help?"

We spent the rest of the morning and that afternoon screwing. The boys, being boys, were happy to celebrate their mothers' newfound lesbian inclinations, insisting we eat each other while they fucked us from behind. My initial trepidation at girl-on-girl love dissipated. I was already in the midst of a three day mother-son orgy, what was the big deal about some carpet munching between friends?



Moms at the Beach Ch. 04



It was late afternoon when the boys announced they were hungry. As they said it I realized I was also. Annie and I hadn't eaten since breakfast; the boys hadn't eaten all day. Four naked bodies headed for the kitchen. Unfortunately, except for a few condiments and a half-empty box of Wheaties, the refrigerator and cabinets were empty. Ann, her hand on my son's shoulder, said, "Well, we've barely been outside for two days. I guess this is what you get."

The boys volunteered for a supermarket run. There was a grill under the cabin, so we decided on steaks, asparagus, and potatoes for dinner. Ann and I made a list of what else we needed and the boys headed out. We heard them talking to the twins and then their car pulled away. I put on a white tube top and cargo pants; Annie wore a loose fitting striped sleeveless sun dress. My hair was a mess. I pulled it into a pony tail. We went downstairs and opened the grill; it was rusted, useless.

"Damn," Annie said.

"Something wrong?" one of the twins said. She was wearing cut offs and a tee shirt that ended just beneath her breasts. The outline of her thick nipples was evident. I checked the tattoo. It was Lisa.

"Yeah," Annie replied. "We were going to grill, but this thing's only good for scrap."

"Feel free to use ours," Cindy said. "We cooked on it last night."

Before I could say, "No, we don't want to be a nuisance," Annie said, "Well that's mighty kind. Do you girls have any plans tonight?"

"No, just hangin'."

"Well, why don't you join us and the guys. I'll text them and let them know to pick up food for two more."

"No, we don't want to be any trouble," Lisa said. 

"Oh no, no trouble at all. The four of us have barely gotten outside the last two days, just being lazy on vacation I suppose. It's time we were better neighbors," Annie responded. 

I wanted to say, "Are you nuts? We don't have a cover story." What did the girls think we were? Mothers and sons? Sex-crazed cougars? If the former, how would we explain why we'd barely been outside the last two days? Before I could think of what to say Cindy replied, "Well thank you, we'd like that."

I looked at Lisa, hoping for a different response. She was staring at her sister, a slight displeasure reflected on her tanned face. Cindy noticed it also. She stepped to her sister and laid a comforting hand on her shoulder.

I took a deep breath and told myself that if the girls had a nefarious view of what was happening next door, they'd shown no sign of it. In fact, they'd been nothing but affable and sweet. There was no need to worry.

Annie and Cindy volunteered to clean the grill; Lisa and I went upstairs for supplies. By the time we returned Annie and Cindy were chattering away like old friends. Helped along by a bottle of pretty good wine, Lisa and I soon joined them. When the boys returned Annie introduced them as our sons. Good, I thought, at least I know not to play the cougar. I relaxed and the six of us enjoyed a long overdue meal. At its conclusion the boys volunteered to clean up while the ladies retired to the porch and glasses of wine. 

The boys joined us just as darkness descended. Steven sat next to me and ran his hand up my leg. I initially froze, but a quick glance around – no one could see what he was doing – and the wine loosened me up. When he moved my hand to his erection I started thinking it was time to end the party. Mommy needed her baby boy's cock. I was trying to frame an excuse to get out of there – how about I had too much wine and needed to lie down – when I realized the conversation had turned to the twins' service for their parents. I couldn't beg leave in the middle of that topic.

Cindy was saying they'd performed a short memorial service on one of the offshore islands they had often visited with their parents, then took to the boat to release their parent's remains along a long swath of coastline. When Lisa mentioned that they had recorded the service for some family members, Annie asked if she could see it.

What the fuck I thought, Annie was hornier than any of us. If I was ready for some serious son-fucking, she certainly was. I turned to my boy, squeezed his cock, looking for support. Surprisingly, he echoed Annie's sentiments.

Well, it looked like home move night.

The living room was dominated by an eighty inch flat screen television. Two couches were pushed against the wall, large pillows were scattered on the floor. Steven and Andrew joined me on a couch. Annie and the twins set up the television and headed for the kitchen to refill their wine glasses. As soon as they left Steven pushed his tongue into my mouth and Andrew placed my hand on his erection. Part of me was in panic – what if the girls returned? – but mostly I was very turned on.

Andrew gave the word and Steven ended the kiss just as the ladies returned. 

All lights were turned off, leaving the room pitch black, and the recording started. Annie comfortably cuddled with the girls on the floor. The boys took advantage: running their hands over my body, playing with my breasts, pushing their hands inside my pants. 

The screen showed Cindy, wearing a tee shirt and shorts, standing ankle deep in a lagoon on a picture-post-card-lovely island. She talked about her parents, how much they'd done for her, what they'd meant to her, how much she missed and loved them. Lisa went next, recounting her memories.

Despite my throbbing cunt, I was drawn into their story. The girls were genuine; the respect and love in their eyes and in the subsequent shots of them scattering their parents' ashes affirmed how much they had honored and loved their mother and father.

The video ended. Annie said, "That was beautiful," and stroked Cindy's hair, kissing her cheek. She did the same to Lisa. Then, lightening the mood, she said to the boys, "Now, your Mom and I expect the same from you."

Andrew, his arm across my shoulder, his hand having just left my thigh, said, "Yes Mom."

The film had been moving, but I needed my pussy pounded. Now it was Andy who seemed determined to keep us there. 

"Do you have any video of your parents? I'd love to see them."

Cindy replied, "We do, from years ago. We took some whenever we visited the beach. But we haven't edited it, some of its pretty raw."

Annie replied. "I'd love to see it too, if you don't mind?"

Lisa started to indicate she didn't think we'd be interested it, but Cindy, her voice confident, overruled her sister and pressed a few buttons on the controller. Two new people filled the screen.

The woman was wearing a one piece blue bathing suit that emphasized her bosom. Like the girls she was a brunette, although her hair was several shades lighter than the twins. While the twins had a cute, pixie-like quality, this woman was sexy and sultry, very sexy and sultry. Her breasts were large and her curves had curves. Like the twins she had dark skin, but her features were more pronounced: wide face, large dark eyes, thick lips. She waved at the camera and said, "Hi." She sounded South American.

The man, wearing blue and yellow slim trunks, was distinguished, silver haired and in excellent shape. He had clear blue eyes and a gravitas that projected onto the screen. He kissed his wife on the cheek, took her hand in his. They looked at each other, love and desire evident in their eyes.

"That's Mom and Dad," Lisa said.

"They're frickin' gorgeous," Annie said.

"Yeah, our guy friends would come over, hang around, flirt with her. She loved the attention and flirted right back. They'd talk about how sexy she was. They'd tell Lisa and I we were cute, which was just as good as sexy, but they didn't look at us the way they looked at her."

Annie's hands were resting on the girls' knees. "Well, your Mom was hot, but you two lack for nothing in the looks department. Whatta ya think boys?"

Our sons affirmed Annie's opinion. I reached between their legs to two very hard cocks. Home movies were great, but I needed to be fucked.

Cindy continued. "Dad was different. Our girl friends would hang around and flirt. He was always respectful, but never flirted back. He adored Mom, and us."

Annie piped in. "I would have flirted with him too. He's beautiful." She squeezed Cindy's hand.

"Thanks," Cindy said. She brought their joined hands to her mouth to kiss them.

The next several minutes were of the family hanging at the beach, laughing, having a wonderful time. Lisa and Cindy looked to be eleven, maybe twelve, years old.

With everyone's focus on the screen, the boys took advantage; each cupped a breast, sending electric shocks through my body. I suppressed the desire to moan like a bitch dog in heat and thought two could play this game. I placed my hands on their thighs, occasionally pressing my thumbs to their erections, keeping them just short of baying like hounds. Lisa and Cindy seemed like real nice people, but I needed to get back to the cabin.

My attention refocused on the screen when Lisa said, with some strain to her voice, "Cindy, I think we've shown them enough. We'll start to bore these nice people." 

I looked to the floor. Lisa was sitting upright; Annie and Cindy were slumped against each other, their arms over each other's shoulder. Annie's leg lay across Cindy's.

I thought Lisa's comment was our opportunity to escape, but Annie, stubbornly, said, "No, its not boring at all. I'd like to see more." 

Lisa gave her sister a look that said, "Stop this now," but Cindy pushed her body tighter to Annie and replied, "Of course, we'd love to, although it gets a bit more personal."

Still, it seemed like an out to me. I started, "Well, if....," but Annie was faster. She said, "No, I love watching you and your parents. Having just gone through a divorce, its great to see a family that hung together."

Cindy pressed some buttons. I recognized the locale; it was the lagoon where Lisa and Cindy held the memorial for their parents. There was a sailboat in the background; in the foreground were Lisa and Cindy, the water up to their waists. They were topless; their full round breasts made it clear this video was taken years after the one we'd just watched; the girls had become women. The boys' hands on my breasts froze. 

The camera scanned to their parents. They were standing on the beach, naked. The boys and I leaned forward. 

What I had seen earlier was confirmed; the mother was trim, sexy. She had an hour glass figure and an impressive pair of boobs that showed little sag. Like her daughters she had tumescent thick nipples and dense bushy pubic hair. The dad was, as in the earlier video, lean and well-muscled. It was his penis, however, that caught my eye. Even flaccid he was huge. If Cindy and Lisa's friends had known about that thing they'd never have stopped flirting.

Annie said what I was thinking. "God, your parents are stunning and your Dad, he was hung."

"Yes, he was," replied Cindy. There was no embarrassment or shame in her voice. 

And then, ohmigod, one of twins walked up to her parents, kissed her mother – it was not a mother-daughter kiss – and reached for her father's penis, wrapping her fingers around a rapidly hardening cock.

The three of us on the couch were speechless. I looked to the floor. Annie was french kissing Cindy. Lisa stared at them, then turned to me.

"Well, I hope my crazy-ass sister is right and you're cool with this."

I and Andrew did nothing. Steven stood, said, "Very cool," and pulled her to her feet. They stared intently at each other and Steven kissed Lisa, long and hard and deep. She kissed him back, her tongue forcing it's way into his mouth.

The sudden burst of passion was spell-binding. Andrew and I just watched. Annie and Cindy did the same. It was Andy who finally broke the ice; he put his arm around my neck and pulled my face to his. I parted my lips and we were soon immersed in a kiss that rivaled what was going on between Steven and Lisa. Over the last three days I had learned to love the strength of Andrew's lips, the insistent probing of his tongue, his warm wet mouth. 

The kiss continued and I felt movement on the couch. A hand grasped my pony tail, turning my head. I opened my eyes to Cindy's smiling face. She was naked.

She kissed my lips, leaving a trail of soft gentle caresses across the length of my mouth. Cindy then slipped her tongue inside. It felt nice; I hugged her. Even through the tube top I felt her hard nipples as my breasts enveloped hers. I compared the sensation to Annie's boobs. Cindy's nipples were more pronounced, her breasts smaller, softer, more supple. 

Distracted by a groan I looked to the floor. Annie had joined Steven and Lisa. They were stroking his dick; his jeans were at his ankles. I reached behind me and wrapped my fingers around Andrew's tool. One of his hands settled between my legs, the other groped my full warm breasts. I sighed at the touch, a thrill coursing through me. His fingers worked my nipples into hard points; his fingers teased the lips of my swollen pussy. I turned my head to kiss him while taking hold of my breast and rubbing my nipple against Cindy's. Cindy did the same. We engaged in gentle swordplay, our clashing nipples sending shivers of delight through our bodies.

Finally, Cindy sighed, embraced me, pressed her body to mine. We began kissing. I ran my hands up and down her flanks, along her back, to her butt; her soft skin was delightful, inviting. Cindy ended our kiss, pulled my head to the side, and whispered in my ear, "You're so beautiful. We're going to have fun." My moist cunt lubricated further at the joys this beautiful young woman promised. I ran my tongue along the curves and crevices of her ear.

Across the room I saw Annie, in apparent imitation of Cindy and I, rubbing her firm dark nipples against Lisa's elongated brown ones. Steven was behind Annie, his erection pressed into her back, his face buried in her neck, his hand exploring the hairy grotto between her legs. 

Andrew pushed two fingers into my snatch, twisting, twirling, massaging my g-spot. I let go of his penis and took his ball sac into my hand, enjoying its heft and weight, and massaged his testicles. Cindy ducked her head to suck my breasts, aggressively using her teeth, biting my inflamed nipples.

Then I noticed the television. The video was still playing. The family had relocated to the deck of the sailboat. On screen were the twins, licking their father's cock. He was enormous; I thought of Annie's purple dildo. His wife had straddled his head and was rubbing her pussy on his face while squeezing her mammoth tits, the look on her face one of holy joy.

I was insane with need. I held Cindy's head to my breast as she hungrily sucked on my nipples.. 

"Oh geez, that feels so good baby. Lick lick suck suck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, that feels so nice. Andy your cock's so hard, your cock's so soft. I love it, let me masturbate you. I love your fat dick. Oh it's so hard. I want it. Are you gonna spurt?"

Andrew was running his index finger up and down the groove of my labia, its soft moist lips parting before him. Then he found the opening to my vagina and slid a finger inside. 

It was wonderful. I went on. "Oh my god! That feels so good. It's so good, so good." 

Cindy spit out my breasts, looked into my emerald eyes, and kissed me. She moved her mouth to my ear. "You are one hot sexy horny incestuous bitch."

She was right. That's what I was. The lust building within me ran through my loins, circled around my clit, burst in internal fireworks of pleasure. I looked down, at Andy's fingers in my cunt, at Cindy's sex. Her labia, framed by the dark hair of her bushy cunt, gaped open. I lay my hand on her mons: she jumped, parted her legs, groaned. I teased her open labia, approached her clit, stroked back down to her vagina. When I pushed a finger inside, she gasped. I could smell the arousal wafting up between our bodies.

I returned to jerking Andrew's cock. His fingers left my cunt – replaced by Cindy's – and he grabbed my shoulders. He moved his hips in time with my hand, emitting a sharp grunt each time I fisted the cockhead. I knew that noise; he was about to come. I tightened my grip on his dick and felt his semen course by and spurt all over my back. I kept working his cock, coaxing from him every drop of his sperm. 

Cindy, meanwhile, had turned her attention to my clit. Her thumb stroked the sensitive hard bud as she sawed two fingers in and out of my snatch and pressed her palm to my labia's wet lips. As Andy's cum slid down my back Cindy leaned forward, rammed her tongue into my mouth, taking possession of it. I came, bucking through an intense wonderful orgasm. 

I leaned back and Andrew gently lowered me to the couch. I looked to the floor. Annie was on all fours. My son was fucking her from behind; her face was buried in Lisa's cunt. Lisa was on her back, eyes closed, mouth slightly parted. She was breathing heavily; the look on her face one of ecstatic pleasure. I understood; I knew all about Annie's talented mouth. Lisa pinched her nipples between her fingers. The muscles of her arms strained, she arched her back, and shouted, "I'm cumming, cumming, fucking cummmiiinnngggg." Her body vibrated to the pleasure exploding within her; Annie feasted on the cunt cream gushing from Lisa's pussy. 

Annie lifted her head. Lisa's juice covered her face. She started pile driving herself into my son's cock. I glanced at the television screen. The twin's father was taking their mother doggie style while she feasted on one of the girl's cunts.

Annie started yelping. "Shit! Fuck me Steven! That's it! Work it in and out. Faster baby! I need cock. Cock is what I want, cock is what I need, big fat hard cock, your big fat hard cock. Cock, cock, cock. Fuck me faster, harder!" 

Steven was up to the task and Annie moans grew louder, less coherent. Her full breasts swung under her body. 

"Oh gawd! Your dick is so big in my cunt!" 

Steven thrust into her. Annie, the months in the gym evident in her straining muscles, leveraged back into him. Annie's eyes closed, the core of her existence reduced to her cunt and the hard dick filling it. Her animal mutterings gave way to a primal scream and she bellowed, "I'm gonna cum." Her body convulsed and shook, rocking violently as an orgasm invaded and consumed her consciousness. Letting out a sharp, "AAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHH," she sank to the floor, whimpered, rolled onto her side, moaning, "That's it, that's fucking it." Spit dripped from the corner of her mouth. Her pussy lips quivered.

Through this carnal theater Andrew sat on the end of the couch. Cindy had moved to the floor in front of him, fiddling with his half erect penis. Now she reached for Steven's hard cock, shiny with Annie's pussy juice, and said, "Steven, sit next to your friend," pulling on his manhood to guide him. I slid to the other end of the couch to make room. Steven sat next to Andy. Cindy, kneeling before both lads, took hold of their tools.

"You're such beautiful boys. Cindy's gonna make you feel good. I know exactly what you need."

She began jerking them off, moving her hands up and down in a corkscrew manner, occasionally leaning forward to kiss the dick-heads. The boys slumped back. Cindy, her face shining with joy, continued, sometimes sucking one of the boy's testicles into her mouth while she jerked off the other. Beads of sweat rolled down their flanks. She cupped their balls, assessing their cum-filled weight, caressing the globes, running her fingertips along the wrinkled sacs, returning to stroking the thick shafts. Their cock veins were engorged with blood, the prick heads shiny and flushed a deep red. Each penis, I thought, was a sculptured piece of art.

Annie, now partially recovered, crawled behind Cindy and reached around to tweak her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Cindy bent forward. Her tongue darted out, circled one cockhead, then the other. She took hold of the shafts, pulled down, stretching the skin away from the cockheads, and, with the piss slits open, drilled her tongue-tip into each, eliciting deep-throated moans. She took the upper half of my son's cock in her mouth while jerking on Andrew's impressive member. He gasped, watching Cindy suck his best friend's dick. Saliva oozed from the corner of her mouth.




Moms at the Beach Ch. 04



Annie's hand was now between Cindy's legs, buried in her crotch. Andrew was entranced by the show. Steven was more vocal, "Suck my fucking cock, you sweet bitch, suck it. Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES, YES, AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"

My son and I had been lovers for only a few days, but I recognized that noise. As I thought, "He's about to come....," he jerked, grunted, and Cindy's cheeks exploded as he fired his cum into her mouth. 

That was all Andrew needed. Cindy had never stopped jacking him off and as drops of Steven's cum seeped from her lips, Andrew shouted, "I'm cumming! Oh GOD! AHHHHHHH! SHIIIIIT! I'M GONNA CUM! UHHHH! OH FFFUUUUUCCCKKKKINNG GGGODDDDDDDDDD!" A string of jism geysered from his cock, arching, landing on Cindy's arm and hair. Andy's first shot was joined by a second, then a third.

The boys sank into the couch. Annie, with her hands on Cindy's shoulders, turned her around. Annie leaned forward, joining her mouth to Cindy's. The women shared my son's sperm, shoveling it back and forth with their tongues.

My cunt was aching; I wanted hard dick, but none was available; even our boys needed time to recover. I looked to Lisa; she was sitting on the floor fingering her pussy; her eyes, as had been mine, focused on the libidinous display before us. I sank to the floor and slithered towards her on my hands and knees. I gave her a soft sweet kiss. Her mouth was pliant, supple, inviting. I sat up, draped my leg over hers. Her hand ran up my leg, coming to rest on my thigh.

Lisa became the aggressor, her kisses firm, deep, probing. Despite her relative youth, I realized, she had far more experience with lesbian love than I. Her hands explored the curves of my body; her touch enflamed me. My heart was pounding like a jackhammer.

Lisa's small hands went to my breasts, kneading, squeezing. Her tongue insistently explored my mouth. I pushed myself closer and wrapped a leg around her hip. Lisa rose to her knees, straddled my leg, and lowered her pussy to my thigh, grinding herself on my leg. I moaned into her mouth and reached for her breasts, captured her large distended nipples and areolas with my fingers, squeezed them, pulled on them.

Lisa, rutting on my leg, moaned, "Oh fuck." She was panting heavily. I pushed my leg into her cunt, increasing the pressure on her sex. She wrapped her arms around my neck. Her pussy flow coated my leg, lessening the friction; she ran her cunt faster and harder. Finally, her skin flushed and she whimpered, "Ohhhh, ooohhhhh, oooohhhhhhh, yeah, yeahhhh, yeahhhhhhh, unhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," as her body shook and she rode out the waves of an orgasm. Exhausted, she slumped into my body and whispered in my ear, "Very nice, very nice, ooohhhhh very nice." 

I stroked her hair and face as she wallowed in the afterglow of her orgasm. After several minutes she kissed me, took my breasts in her hands, and said, "I've got a confession, I've been admiring these big titties since you got here. Do you mind if I play?" She didn't wait for an answer, but leaned into me, forcing me back to the floor, settling on top of me.

When both horizontal she looked across the room. "My sister, your friend, seem to be getting along."

She was right. Ann's interlaced fingers were holding Cindy tight to Ann's fat breasts. Cindy was sucking with the intensity of a starving child. The boys sat on the couch, enjoying the Sapphic show. I glanced at the television. One of the twins and her mother was engaging in a passionate 69, feasting on each other's cunts. 

Lisa reached for my breasts, covering what she could with her hands, leaving most of the warm soft tit-flesh spilling to the sides. She squeezed my nipples. She knew what she was doing; I moaned loudly. I looked down, entranced by the sight of her tanned hand on my milky white breasts. After she finished with my breasts, Lisa ran her fingers along my biceps, stroked my abdominals, kissed my hands, and said, "I love your body, so strong and powerful, but so feminine." 

Then we were both distracted. Accompanied by a sharp groan and grunt, Annie stood. Cindy's legs were wrapped around Annie's waist and Annie was holding her up. She walked across the room and pinned Cindy to the wall, grinding their cunts together in a short sharp up and down motion. 

I continued to watch while Lisa bowed her head and delivered small kisses across my breasts before burying her face in my cleavage. Tenderly, softly, she kissed my tit-flesh in a circle, from top to bottom, then back to the top, between kisses trailing her tongue on my skin. The wet spots she left with each kiss tingled when the cool air struck them. I moaned at the heat and gasped at the cold. 

Lisa pushed her knee against my sex and I rolled my cunt on it, putting direct pressure on my clit. I was panting uncontrollably, my release was lurking around the corner. I was desperate to get there. 

When Lisa captured a nipple between her teeth, biting down on it my moans transmogrified to a near shriek. I kicked out hard and knocked over a small table. A bowl crashed to the ground. Lisa, startled, turned her head. I followed her gaze, but was distracted by the television screen. There was one of the twins, bent over the side of the sailboat, being taken from behind by her father.

Lisa saw where my eyes had landed. "That's me. My father was a wonderful fuck."

She resumed her assault on my tits, sucking hard on one, squeezing the other. She licked my nipple with her tongue, grazed it with her teeth, and stuffed it and as much of my tit flesh into her mouth as she could. I moaned with every move; the girl's lips and tongue were unworldly. The thought brought a shiver. What could they do elsewhere?

At the moment, however, Lisa was content with my boobs. She'd suck one breast, grope the other, then switched. Lisa pulled her knee from my cunt, covering my snatch with a hand. There was no teasing, no tantalizing, no slow motion, she slid two fingers inside me. 

"Oh fuck," I cried, spreading my legs, providing her ready access. I held her head to my quivering aching tits; I rolled my hips, fucking myself on her fingers, squeezing my cunt muscles on the digits. My hot dripping cunt offered no impediment to her rapid plunges and withdrawals. 

I was heading over the edge. My gut tightened, my anus snapped shut, my pussy spasmed, and sweat suddenly drenched my body. When Lisa's thumb brushed against my clit I came, squealing, "Oh sweet Jesus, oh Christ, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuckity-fuck, FUCK!" The orgasm had no origin point. It was a total complete mind-numbing release of gratification and bliss. I contracted, I quivered, I tensed, and then a massive wave of soothing relief washed over me, my screams devolving into whimpers of happy gratitude. She kissed my heaving breasts, replacing the intense bites of a few moments before with soft, sweet, angelic kisses.

My senses slowly returned and I said, "That. Was. Wonderful." Lisa kissed my lips and lay next to me, placing her small hand on my stomach. She softly kissed my neck. We kissed again, a sweet delicate kiss. Then we kissed again; I worked my tongue along the inside of her lips and the edge of her mouth. When next we brought our mouths together our kiss was more intense. I nipped at Lisa's bottom lip with my teeth and ran my hands across her youthful flesh, enjoying her sweet form. I kissed the nape of her neck, then along the smooth skin of her shoulders. I rolled on top of her, kissing the sides of her breasts. 

Lisa had given me an exquisite orgasm. It was time to reciprocate. I leaned forward, mashing my large breasts to my lover's smaller ones. I liked that feeling. Maintaining the contact, I kissed her shoulders and pushed my tongue into her ear, drawing a high pitched whine of delight. I leaned back and kissed her breasts, sucked and gently bit her nipples. Tits were great, I thought, no wonder guys can't get enough of them. I could spend the rest of the day with this pair, but Lisa was squirming and whimpering; she was ready.

I slid off her body and kneeled between her thighs. I didn't have much experience eating pussy. Ann had been my only other partner and that over-sexed bitch seemed easy to please. Some doubt must have crossed my face, for Lisa stroked my hair.

"Go with what feels right, you'll do fine."

I stared at Lisa's cunt. Annie kept hers neatly trimmed. Lisa's was thick and bushy, the hair dark and dense. It had a stronger, more musky, odor than Annie's. I had a silly thought, it would be like kissing a man with a beard.

I kissed the slick lips of her vagina, eliciting a small soft moan. I licked the length of her sex, inspiring a shudder and groan. Another kiss, this time with my tongue, brought a whimper. Lisa had an earthy taste, different from Annie's sweet light fresh pussy. I swirled my tongue inside her, licking deeply, tasting her depths. The wall of her cunt vibrated. She placed her legs on my back, her pussy tightened around my tongue.

"Oh god, it's good," she moaned. "It's really fucking good."

If my face had not been mashed to her sex, I would have smiled. Maybe I was a natural-born pussy eater. I slid a hand under Lisa, grabbed her jiggly ass cheeks, squeezed them, pushed her snatch to my mouth. I began tonguing her deeper, more insistently. I reached for a breast, squeezing the thick nipple. During intermittent breaks for air I nibbled on her thighs. Lisa moaned and humped in pleasure. I looked up and caught her staring at me. She smiled. I clamped my lips around her small hard clit, licking, sucking, kissing.

Jolts of electricity flowed from this most sensitive of spots. She exclaimed, "Fuck yes, fuck fuck fuck, fuck yes."

I kept at it and Lisa kept up a steady chorus of grunts and groans. It took a few minutes to realize there was a word buried in her jabbering. I listened harder. "Fu, fu, fu f-fingers." 

I pushed two, then three fingers into her, fucking her with gusto and force. Her fuck tunnel was soft and firm, wet and warn. I knew how to do this, I'd done it to myself. The difference between fingering myself and Lisa was simply the angle. I quickened the pace. Lisa bucked. I didn't want her to cum yet; I wanted it to last all night, so I varied the pace, alternating intense finger-fucking with slower corkscrew thrusts, but Lisa started bucking into my hand, demanding that I fuck her harder.

Who was I to argue? I took her clit between my lips, applied gentle sucking pressure, and angled my fingers to penetrate her as deep as I could. 

"Oh yeah girl, make me cum for you, I gonna cum for my girl, I'm your slut, feels so fucking good." 

It didn't take long. I felt her muscles tense, then tighten, then shiver, then she came. Hard. Her pussy spasmed and body cramped as she rode out her orgasm, her copious flow soaking my fingers and hand. I pulled my fingers from her and covered her vagina with my mouth, licking and sucking, drawing out her orgasm, not stopping until her savage bucks and moans turned to tiny jolts and heavy breathing.

I sat up, my back against the couch, and took Lisa's hand in mine. Temporarily satiated, I looked across the room. Cindy was lying on her back on a small table. Ann was also on the table, straddling Cindy's face, her cunt fixed to Cindy's mouth. Andrew was standing between Cindy's legs fucking her. Steven was standing behind Annie, his dick in her asshole. 

Lisa swung her body around and rested her head on my leg. The better to watch the show.

Annie was grinding her pussy into Cindy's face, unconcerned for the girl's comfort. She had also trapped Cindy's clit between her fingers; the attack on the nub hard, nearing brutal. Cindy seemed to love it; she was pulling and twisting her own nipples.

"C'mon, cunt," Annie demanded, "Eat me bitch. Make me cum." 

The two boys were pounding their women, their balls swinging wildly. There was noting gentle about these fucks. My body shivered as I imagined what the women were feeling.

Lisa sat up and kissed me. "My sister likes 'em big and hard. Dad was some hung. She's having the time of her life."

Annie started jabbering, "Fuh-fuck, fuckity fuck fuck." Her large breasts bounced; her bright green eyes sparkled; her tongue rolled across her thin lips. My son reached around to those tits, kneading them, tugging on the nipples. Annie moaned and leaned forward, letting my son drive his tool deeper into her asshole while she dragged her pussy over Cindy's face, matching her movements to the cock plundering the depths of her asshole.

Cindy wrapped her legs around Andy's waist, absorbing each of his thrusts, grinding her cunt into him. Andy fucked her harder and harder and ever eager Cindy rolled her hips, welcoming each jab.

These were four superbly conditioned fuck-machines. It was Annie who went off first. She shouted, "Oh fuck, yes," Steven's fingers dug into her flanks, and her face flushed a bright red. She pushed hard onto Steve's cock, jerked, and squirted onto Cindy's face. Then, unbelievably, she sat right back down, demanding another orgasm.

Steve taunted her. "You like that? You like being ass-fucked Mrs. R.? You like a girl eating your cunt? You like watching your son fuck another woman? You like being a whore, a slut, a cunt, a piece of fuck-meat?" 

The look on Annie's face – pleasure shone on her countenance – left no doubt as to the answer. My son, with all the strength he could muster, continued plundering her asshole while Cindy expertly tongued her clit. Annie moaned, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," clamped her ass muscles on Steven's cock, and pushed into Cindy's face. Steven's face contorted and the room was filled with his bestial bellow, "AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRH...AHAHAHAHAHAH!" as he dumped his load into Annie's asshole. Under the combined influence of the cum pouring into her butt and Cindy's relentless tongue, Annie started shaking; halfway between screaming and passing out as she rode out a powerful orgasm. Pussy juice ran down the side of Cindy's face and pooled on the table by her head.

Annie slumped forward, supported only by Steven's arms, who staggered back to the couch, pulling Annie with him. There Annie cuddled in his lap, her arms around his neck, her head on his shoulder, cum dripping from her backside.

That left Andrew slamming his cock into Cindy. Lisa, the dutiful sister, said "Let's give 'em a hand." I followed her to the table where Lisa directed me to Cindy's bouncing tits. I sucked them into my hungry mouth. Lisa lay her head on Cindy's stomach. Each time Steven pulled his cock out of her sister, Lisa swiped her tongue across the exposed hard clit.

Cindy was appreciative. "Oh thank you, you fucking foxy bitches."

Steven grabbed Cindy's thighs, holding her steady as he pounded her pussy. I rolled her nipples between my fingers and kissed Cindy hard on the lips. Our tongues, nearing exhaustion, dueled sloppily in her mouth. Cindy's body shifted; Andy had moved her legs to his shoulders, fully opening her cunt. I watched his well-defined abs flex; he employed all his strength to deliver this mind-blowing fuck.

Three people were devoting their attention to Cindy's body, battering her capacity to accept pleasure, threatening to tear her apart at the seams.

Still, Cindy wanted more. "Oh Christ, it's so good, so fucking good. Fuck me." 

Andrew, almost cruelly, decided to prolong the show. He pulled out of Cindy, effortlessly picked her up, lay her on the floor, and in a voice that brooked no contradiction, said, "Hands and knees, get on your hands and knees slut."

Cindy assumed the position and looked over her shoulder. "Face down, ass up, that's the way you like to fuck? Come get some."

Andrew knelt behind her, took hold of her ass, and entered her, fucking her with inhuman force and passion. The slapping of their bodies, mixed with Cindy's impassioned screams, reverberated through the room. 

"Fuck me, take me, fuck me."

At first Lisa and I were mesmerized. Then Lisa looked at me, winked, flopped onto her back, slid under Cindy's body, and licked her clit while reaching between Cindy's legs for Andrew's ball.

It seemed a good idea. I did the same, crawling under Cindy to tongue her swinging tits.

Distracted by Lisa and I, Andrew reduced the pace of his fuck. Cindy was having none of it. In a voice both frantic plea and insistent demand, she said, "Don't you fucking dare slow down. Fuck me."

Andy obeyed. And for the moment words ended, replaced by screams and grunts, squawks and squeaks. Cindy's body quaked and shuddered as she rocked back and forth impaling herself on Andy's cock. Andrew picked up the pace and Cindy came; then came again, then again; her orgasms continuing until they became seamless. It was impossible to tell when one started or ended, there was just one long earth-shattering joy that reduced Cindy's mind to rubble.

Andrew kept going. It was as if he knew there was one orgasm left in her, one to complete the rest. And then Cindy said it, softly at first, then louder. "Fu-fu-fu-fuck me, Daddy, fuck me, Daddy. FUCK ME DADDY."

Andrew found his last ounce of strength and powered into her, jolting Cindy's body forward. Cindy went over the edge: first there was a scream, then a shriek so high it was almost noiseless. Her body pulsed; she squirted, spraying cunt juice onto her sister's face. Lisa and I scooted out from under her just as she collapsed to the floor, squirming as the orgasm rippled through her core. Drool ran from the corner of her mouth.

That left Andy and his erection. To his credit he had resisted coming as he drove Cindy through orgasm to orgasm to orgasm. His dick was hard as steel, swinging free, and covered in cunt juice. Lisa and I both wanted it, but she was closer. She wrapped a hand around it, jerking him off while looking him in the eye.

"C'mon baby, give me your cum. Cum on me hunk. Give me a face full."

I laid my head on Cindy's ass, which was rising up and down with her breathing, and watched. 

"You want to come on my face, don't you? Cover me with your seed. Mark me as your slut, your fuck, your bitch."

Andrew was groaning; he wasn't going to last much longer.

"Your Mama's watching. Sharon's watching. Steve's watching. Watching me frig your big fat dick. They want to see how well you come. They want to see you spray my face, cover me with cum, drown me in cum. Spray it baby, spray your juice all over my tits, all over my face."

She squeezed his balls.

"FFUUUCCCKKKK." His cum shot in an arc, splattering on Lisa's nose and splashing across her eyes. The second load did not have quite the same propulsion; it drenched Lisa's breasts. The third seeped out onto Lisa's hand. As Andy sunk to the floor I slid over and licked his jism from Lisa's tits, face, and hand before stuffing Andy's shrinking cock in my mouth to clean off what was left.

We were all, for the moment, spent. Anne and Steven headed for the kitchen and returned with bottled water. The five of us, soon joined by Cindy, who had briefly fallen asleep, chatted. I rested my head on my son's thigh and idly toyed with his cock. Annie sat with her son, running her hand up and down his dick. Their penises soon began to return to their natural state: thick and turgid. Cindy cleared her throat.

"I have a request, if I may."

We nodded our permission.

"It's been awhile since I got to watch a parent and child fuck. I like to watch. If you boys are up to it and you moms willing, would you guys mind balling your foxy mothers?"

No one minded. I mounted my son, Annie's hers, and we fucked them silly.



Moms at the Beach Ch. 05



This chapter and the two that shall follow were written in response to readers' comments, observations, etc. regarding Moms at the Beach. The narrator of the first four chapters was Sharon, one of the moms. For this and the next two chapters Lisa, one of the twins, has assumed that duty. I hope they satisfy and that you enjoy.

- Mary Anderson -

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If you read the preceding four chapters you already know the broad outline of my and my sister's lives. Our parents adored each other. There are lots of example, but my favorite is a simple one. When Mom walked into a room there was always this moment. Dad would catch his breath and completely focus on her. He'd walk over to her, take her hand in his, kiss her, say something kind or complimentary. It would happen no matter where they were, at the house, at a party, at a reception for the university's chancellor. I believe he'd have done it in while talking to the President of the United States. They were the most important people in the world to each other. Cindy and I felt protected, ensconced in their love. 

It was also true that while in public they were appropriate, in private they couldn't keep their hands off each other. I'm not talking about making out, although there was plenty of that. If they were in the same room, they were touching. Maybe just a foot resting on the other's legs. Maybe holding hands, maybe leaning against each other, but if they could touch each other, they did touch each other. They were also always emerging late from the bedroom in the morning or hitting the sack early at night or heading upstairs for a late morning/early/mid/late afternoon nap. We weren't fooled; they had no idea how loud they were. 

Dad and Mom had both related their history. Mom's version was a bit raunchier than Dad's

Dad was a 27 year old civil engineer hired by the Huejulos Group to evaluate a mountainous region in central Columbia for the construction of a pipeline. Much of the area was inhabited by the Chibchan-speaking Arhuaco people. It was essential that someone who spoke the dialect accompany the group. Salvador Huejulos, our grandfather, had just the candidate: his sixteen year old daughter. 

Dad had met the girl. She was stunning, bright, and engaging, but, Dad thought, far too pampered to live out of a back pack and sleep in a tent for weeks. But Grandad was paying the bill and Grandad had a secret agenda. There was an international soccer tournament in town and his wild child daughter was already trolling the locker rooms; some weeks in the wilderness might be just the thing. When he broached the idea he was surprised by her enthusiastic agreement. I'll get to that in a second.

To Dad's surprise Mom not only fit in, but was the first one up in the morning to tend to the fire and did more than her share of the work. Her upbeat attitude infected the entire mission and her wild bawdy sense of humor kept everyone laughing at night.

Now, as to why Mom agreed to go and eschew the soccer studs. Mom said she fell helplessly hopelessly in love for life with our father within three seconds of meeting him. She spent the first six nights of the expedition trying to crawl into his sleeping bag. Dad dutifully resisted. On day seven Mom and Dad met with a band of Arhuaco who, as part of the ritual greeting, offered to share a beverage with my father. Mom owns up that she might have mistranslated the Chibchan, "Used in our fertility rituals," as "Share with new friends." In any case, when Mom crawled into Dad's tent that night he was putty in her hands. As far as I could tell he'd been so every day since.

Dad was concerned about his return to Bogota; he'd have to tell Grandad that not only was the land was not suitable for the pipeline, but, by the way, I've fallen in love with your daughter and we're sleeping together. It turned out not to be a problem. Grandad had expected the first, he just wanted to shut up his partners and, as to the second, he was overjoyed that not only had someone finally tamed his daughter, but it was such a sensible successful older man. They were married before they left the country; Mom was carrying me and my sister.

Mom, whose facility for language never failed to amaze, majored in English, got her PhD, and accepted a position teaching at the College of Charleston. Dad had established his own firm with a national clientele; he renovated a 1820's building in the historic district and set up his office there. We lived in a happy, social world. Mom and Dad loved to entertain and our house was ever crowded with guests. Mom was a fairy godmother to her department's graduate students and they a constant presence in our home. There always seemed to be one or two special ones with whom our parents formed a close friendship. I now know that the constant hum of activity in our home was unusual, but for Cindy and I it was the norm. We assumed everyone lived that way.

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Treicia Johnson called at the beginning of our first year at Duke University. She had been a regular presence in our home during junior high school and was now an associate professor teaching African-American literature. We made a lunch date at the Blue Corn Café, a vegetarian bistro near campus.

A diminutive woman, five feet tall, 110 pounds, she greeted us like old friends. She was dressed conservatively in a blue pants suit. She was, as I remembered, quite pretty. Her skin a creamy brown in color, she had a triangular face and high arching eyebrows that framed fiercely intelligent brown eyes. Her hair was in braids. 

"Your Mom called, told me you were coming here. She asked me to look you two up. It's so good to see you two, you're all grown up."

Cindy, the extrovert of us two, carried most of the conversation during lunch. We were finishing our coffee when Cindy asked about the fun clubs in town.

"There are a number of places. Your Mom asked me to show you around. Why don't you join me tonight?"

Cindy answered for both of us. "Love to."

Treicia wrote down her address. We arrived promptly at 8:00 to find a different Treicia. She was wearing a daringly short black dress with a plunging neckline and gold accents. Her black shoes, also with gold accents, featured five inch heels and were held on by four straps, the bottom one running over her toes, the top one over her ankle. Her hair was down; she wore long dangling earrings.

Cindy scanned her up and down. "Damn, do you look good. I didn't know we were supposed to dress up."

Cindy was wearing a gray sack dress. It was short, ending several inches above her knees. It was tight enough to show off her body, but was nothing compared to what Treicia had on. I wore a simple red dress with half-length sleeves and wedge shoes. It would display what I thought was my best asset, my legs. 

Treicia, inviting us in, replied, "It's not a dress-up place, people come in anything, gowns to jeans. It's a fun crowd. Grab a seat." 

We sat on a large comfortable red couch. Sweet slow jazz music was playing. I sniffed. There was a definite smell of marijuana. Treicia noticed what I'd done.

"You guys indulge?" she asked.

"I do," I answered, "my sister doesn't."

Treicia turned to Cindy, who forthrightly returned the gaze. "Yeah, I tried it a few times. Made me nauseous and I walked around for days feeling addled. It was two days before I could focus again. You two go ahead."

Treicia opened a small wooden box on her coffee table, lit a joint, passed it to me. We shared, holding the smoke in our lungs. When done Treicia leaned back into her chair and, suddenly nostalgic, said, "Seeing you two makes me think back to when I first met your mother, and father. They opened up a whole new world for me. We had some wild times."

What new world? What wild times? 

Cindy was as confused as me, but more pro-active. "That's what Mom and Dad always said. You opened up some new worlds for them also."

"Really, that was kind of them. I didn't know you guys knew."

"It's not that big a house. Its hard to keep secrets, best not to try."

I didn't know what was going on, but it appeared I was going along for the ride. I was all ears.

Treicia reached for another joint, lit it, passed it to me. I handed it back. She took an especially deep hit, held the air in her lungs, let it out, laughed.

"You know, your Mother was the first woman I ever kissed."

Whatthefuck.

"Well, you guys ready to go?"

Whatthefuck.

We piled into Treicia's car, pulling up ten minutes later at The Pinhook. It was a hip place. Not a gay and lesbian bar, but certainly gay and lesbian friendly. There was a DJ when we got there. About an hour later a band took the stage. We drank some local beer, ate some vegan food, and danced with each other, with total strangers, mostly women, and with the multitude en masse. Over the course of the evening the dance floor became dense with bodies. The air conditioning system was unable to keep up; the three of us were drenched in sweat. Nonetheless, we, as well as everyone else there, were relaxed and having a great time.

And, over the course of the evening, fueled by the beer, the pot, the atmosphere, and Cindy's prodding, Treicia kept talking.

Mom and Dad had let us know that Mom had been a bit of a wild child. That, it turned out, was an understatement. Mom had had an omnivorous sexual appetite and invited men and women, contemporaries and adults, multiple partners, black, white, and red, to her bed. During the course of their marriage she calmed down. She had, and then only on vacation and with Dad's permission, strayed a few times, bedding women she'd never meet again. Dad, although invited, had always refused to participate. 

When Treicia joined the department, however, she and Mom felt a powerful and not so subtle attraction to each other; they could see the desire burn in the other's eyes. Treicia had long struggled with her sexuality; she liked men but felt a nagging attraction to women. She felt she'd be unable to commit to a man until she sorted out her feelings.

Mom told Dad about Treicia. He was not surprised, he had known this day was coming. He knew Mom's needs could not forever be sublimated. She and Dad made ferocious love that night. In the morning Mom suggested taking Treicia as their lover. 

Dad rolled it around in his head for several days, made sure Mom was committed and sure, and agreed. Mom arranged for us to fly down and visit Grandad for a week. Our parents rented a beach cabin and invited Treicia to join them. Over the next few days Treicia discovered she could balance her mutual attraction to men and women. Dad found he rather liked the arrangement. 

Treicia had been the first. Since that time there'd always been a grad student, except for the year there'd been two, who had been Mom and Dad's lover. I remembered them all, constant visitors to the house.

Around midnight I dragged Cindy outside; Treicia was inside dancing with a volleyball player. 

"My god, what are we going to do about Mom and Dad?"

"Do? There is nothing we can do. They're grown-ups. I mean, I knew Mom and Dad were sex-crazed, but I'd never imagined this. But when you think about it, it explains a whole lot of shit that happened at the house." 

I had already thought about it, she was right.

And then my crazy-ass sister added, "And, you gotta admit, it is fucking hot."

We left the club shortly after 1:00 A.M. The pot, the hours of dancing in a sea of sweaty gyrating bodies, the continuing revelations about my parents: I was frigging horny. I needed to get home to my vibrator.

When we arrived at Treicia's place, however, Cindy plopped herself down on the couch. I, fidgety, sat on a nearby chair. Treicia retrieved several bottles of water from the kitchen, opening her own, giving me one, and sitting next to Cindy and handing her the third. The three of us, in an unladylike hurry, chugged down their contents. Cindy then turned to Treicia, pecked her on the lips, and turned back around, leaning into Treicia.

"Thanks for the water, thanks for the evening. Wow, was that fun."

"You're welcome. I had a great time. I hope your parents don't accuse me of corrupting you."

"Don't worry, we're already corrupt," Cindy said. 

That actually wasn't true. While Cindy and I weren't virgins - we had fooled around with guys, and some girls - both of us had pretty much the same experience. Our high school classmates were clumsy lovers. Their performances were more frantic than skilled and they required constant reassurance and praise. They were more work than pleasure. We knew sex could be great - hell we listened to our parents on a near daily basis - and discussed taking older, more experienced, lovers. The problem was that Mom and Dad were too prominent in Charleston for anyone who we'd want to take a chance with to take a chance with us. Thus we had been reduced to seducing adults on our occasional out-of-town excursions. Well, then and, on our senior class trip, the little fox who taught Advanced Placement English. 

As I contemplated the white lie, Cindy shifted her position, trying to work out a crimp in her neck. "It's been awhile since I danced like that. I guess I'm a little sore."

"Let's see if I can help." Treicia's 

hands went to Cindy's shoulder. Treicia, despite her diminutive stature, was strong and aggressively kneaded the muscles of my sister's shoulder and neck. Cindy murmured her appreciation and snuggled into Treicia, bending her leg at the knee. Treicia slid a hand down Cindy's side to Cindy's thigh and worked those muscles. Seemingly oblivious, Cindy spread her legs; I could see her panties.

After several minutes of basking in Treicia's ministrations Cindy kissed Treicia's cheek. Treicia, her voice placid, said, "Relax," intertwined her fingers with Cindy's, and kissed my sister's palm. Her other hand caressed Cindy's ribs and abdomen. Treicia's lips were parted; her teeth gleamed; her tongue brushed across her lips. Then she kissed Cindy on the side of the head. Cindy turned her face. Some hair fell across Treicia's face. She brushed it back and kissed Cindy's forehead.

Cindy said, "Thanks, that felt so nice. Let me return the favor." 

The two women switched places. 

Was Treicia seducing Cindy? Was Cindy seducing Treicia? Seducing each other? 

There was no longer the pretense of aching muscles. Treicia locked fingers with Cindy, and ran their hands over her face and neck. When Treicia dragged Cindy's hand across Treicia's mouth, the tip of Treicia's tongue emerged and licked Cindy's finger tips. Cindy inserted her middle finger between Treicia's lips. Treicia sucked on it.

I'd already been turned on. This was amazing.

Slowly, provocatively, Cindy pulled her finger from Treicia's mouth and slipped her hand inside the loose fitting fabric of Treicia's dress, to her breast. Cindy pushed aside Treicia's bra, cupped the mound, squeezed it.

"You have such beautiful breasts," Cindy said. She rolled Treicia's nipple between her fingers, rubbed the tip, then leaned forward and kissed Treicia on the side of her head. Treicia, whose eyes were closed, murmured and turned her head. First their lips played together, but when Treicia's tongue emerged from her mouth Cindy's lips parted, accepting the proffered kiss. The action of their tongues heated up, they began dueling with each other. 

Cindy hands became more aggressive. She freed Treicia's other breast from the bra, then opened Treicia's dress, exposing them to my view. Very nice, I thought. Not too big, B's probably, the right size for her slender frame, round, small dark areolas, small, dark, and very erect nipples. I leaned forward and ran an index finger over a nipple. Treicia groaned into Cindy's mouth - they had remained locked together in a kiss - and twisted her torso, arched her back, pressed her boob into my hand. I fondled it, squeezed it, stroked the nipple.

When Cindy pulled Treicia back towards her. Treicia's legs spread open, the dress crept up to the top of her thigh. I could see her sex; she wasn't wearing panties; her pussy was shaved bare.

Cindy unfastened Treicia's bra and pushed the dress off Treicia's shoulders; it settled at her waist. Cindy ran her hands over Treicia's body. The movements were gentle, exploratory and sexual. Cindy dragged a finger up Treicia's cleavage, the side of her hand brushing Treicia's breasts. Treicia looked at the hand and then turned her head and pressed her lips to Cindy's. Cindy kissed back, the kiss slow and loving. Cindy pulled Treicia's hair aside, licked and explored her ear, kissed her shoulder and neck and then, after a glance at Treicia as if seeking permission, dipped her head and took the exposed nipple in her mouth. Cindy suckled on the breast slowly and patiently, enjoying the womanly flesh in her mouth.

Treicia whispered, "I want to be naked," in Cindy's ear. Cindy released the breast and Treicia lifted her butt from the couch and raised her arms. Cindy pulled Treicia's dress off over her body and then undid her own bra. Treicia turned into Cindy, pushed her back against the sofa, and kissed her with increasing passion, bending down to taste Cindy's thick hand nipples, then kissing down Cindy's body. She placed a hand on Cindy's thighs, pushed them aside; Cindy offered no resistance. Treicia slid her fingers inside Cindy's panties.

My hand was between my legs, lightly, unhurriedly, stroking my pussy lips. I'm not sure how long I'd have done that, fondled and watched, it was fun. Cindy interrupted my reverie.

"Hey sis, why don't you come over and play."

When I joined them on the couch Treicia brought her lips to mine, her agile tongue delighting the interior of my mouth. 

I had made out with girls before, but it was nothing like this. Desire swelled inside me, threatening to overwhelm me. I had to pull away for a moment, close my eyes, catch my breath, calm my racing heart. I felt the couch shift and opened my eyes. Cindy's face was an inch from mine. She leaned in and kissed me. Her tongue, as had Treicia's, effortlessly brushed past my lips and entered my mouth. I did not kiss her back, but I offered no resistance. It was weird kissing my sister, but it felt good.

Treicia stood, reached for Cindy's hand to help her up, and curled her fingers around the hem of Cindy's panties, moving them over the curve of my sister's hips and ass. Cindy, a saucy smile splitting her face, wiggled and the panties slid down her legs to the floor. Treicia ran her fingers through Cindy's thick bushy cunt.

"Nice and furry, it reminds me of your mother's."

Treicia sank a finger inside Cindy, concluded she was ready, and knelt, facing my sister's sex. I slid to the end of the couch for a better view. Cindy placed her hands on the side of Treicia's head, touching, not guiding. Treicia took a deep whiff, savoring my sister's strong musky scent, and licked the length of my sibling's cunt, following with rapid short little licks, like a kitten at a milk bowl. She moved up to the clit, sucking it into her mouth, ran two fingers along Cindy's pussy lips and, slowly, theatrically, sank them into Cindy's very wet pussy. After several minutes of finger-fucking she lifted the juice coated fingers to Cindy's mouth. Cindy licked one side clean, and taking hold of Treicia's wrist, moved the hand in front of my face. 

This was my sister's pussy juice. Oh, whatthefuck. I licked. Treicia stuck her fingers back inside Cindy's pussy. I stared in fascination.

Cindy said, "Uh, sis, you got way too many clothes on."

Was I willing to join this orgy? Well, I was not willing to leave. Whatthefuck. Treicia and Cindy stopped and, hunger in their eyes, watched me peel off my clothes. When done Treicia, her eyes fixed on my naked form, said, "Cindy, your sister's beautiful. You two grew up very well."




Moms at the Beach Ch. 05



"Yeah, I've been told Lisa's a hot little number."

I sat and smirked, oddly self-conscious at my nakedness.

Treicia dropped to all fours and, in a sensual feline motion, crawled to the couch, let out a sound like a cat meowing, and squeezed the fingers that had been inside Cindy into me. 

Cindy sat next to me and ran her hands over my body, paying special attention to my sensitive breasts and nipples. My few remaining inhibitions wanted to say no, but they had no chance: this was the most titillating thing that had ever happened to me; any lingering reservations were incinerated by the burning need between my legs. I'd try to figure it out tomorrow.

After working on my body for several minutes Cindy slid to the floor and kissed Treicia; the quick peck, as if driven by an uncontrollable fury, quickly escalating. Cindy reached between Treicia's legs and explored the bald pussy lips, then pushed two fingers inside. Treicia shuddered, lay her head on my thighs, and started rotating her fingers within me. I watched my sister finger fuck a woman who was finger fucking me, the intense pleasure between my legs catalyzed by the libidinous fantasy, become real, playing out before me. 

Treicia sensed I was ready. She pulled her fingers from my pussy and attacked my sex with her fierce talented tongue. Shit, guys had eaten me before, but no guy had done this. I let out a long low animal groan. Treicia looked at me, grinning with lips smeared with my flow, and then bent her head back to my pussy. She sucked and licked, sometimes softly, sometimes nigh-viciously. She tongued my clit, drew the lips of my vulva into her mouth. I watched, fascinated, as this beautiful black woman, who had been my mother's lover, who had been by father's lover, became my lover.

Cindy was still fingering Treicia's sex, but had slowed the action, letting Treicia focus on my cunt. When Treicia licked my clit with the soft underside of her tongue I dropped my head back to the couch, eyes shut, fixating on Treicia's mouth as it visited the sensitive spots between my legs. I had not known how good this could feel. Treicia pressed her head firmly to my groin, sucked my clit between her lips, bathed it, flicked it; she inserted two fingers back into my fuck tunnel.

I felt it coming, coming with the certainty of guided missile. My breathing accelerated, each breath short and sharp; my body tensed; the muscles of my legs, arms, and back tightened; my ass cheeks puckered. My cunt muscles clamped down on Treicia's fingers and then it was here, a long sweet joyful climax. My body spasmed; muscles convulsed; nerves tingled. Treicia kept going, sucking and licking, drawing out, lengthening, the experience. And then, without warning, I came again, a short sharp orgasm, the perfect punctuation mark to the celebration between my legs. My arms and legs, stiff a moment ago, became flaccid. I melted into the couch, eyes shut, savoring the sensations.

By the time I opened my eyes Cindy was on her back, legs spread, Treicia was atop her. Their pussies were mashed together, grinding into each other. Treicia rolled forward and placed her hand on Cindy's shoulder. Cindy settled her feet on the back of Treicia's calves. She moved her hands to Treicia's butt, forcing their pussies tighter together. Cindy lifted her head, licked across Treicia's mouth. Treicia forced Cindy's head back to the floor, her tongue traipsed through my sister's mouth.

They rubbed their vulvas and vaginal lips into each other. Cindy, who hadn't done this before, moved deliberately, seeking to treasure each sensation, each nuance. Treicia accommodated Cindy; the undulations of her tight black ass unhurried, languid. Treicia reached between their bodies, cupped Cindy's breasts. Cindy's nipples hardened under practiced fingers. They kept going, bodies interlaced. Soon Cindy started gurgling. I knew that sound; Cindy was losing herself in the pleasure. 

"Treicia, fuck her harder, she's ready."

Treicia glanced in my direction and started rocking her hips into Cindy in a series of short hard jabs. Cindy reacted instantly: her head rolled back; she let out a sound that combined gasp and groan.

I was fascinated by the conjunction of their bodies. While both Cindy and I had dark skin, the contrast with Treicia's chocolate brown was striking, and erotic. Cindy looked almost pale in comparison. Treicia was slim and slight; Cindy and I stocky, big boned, carrying five to ten pounds more than deemed ideal. Treicia's breasts were small and light; Cindy's thick and heavy with those extraordinarily large nipples. My gaze turned to the enmeshed pussies. Treicia's was shaven, my sister's dense bush was slick, infested with the flow of two women. 

They kept at it, finding a sensual sustained rhythm; soft groans filled the room. Their hips moved in circles, then back and forth, then pushed against each other. I took my breasts in my hands, stroked them, pulled on my nipples.

It was Cindy who escalated the action. In a whimpering voice that confirmed the delight cascading through her body, she said, "So you and Mom did this?"

Treicia responded, her voice choking with desire, "Yes, she showed me how."

"What did Dad do?"

"Lots of stuff. Sometimes he just watched, like your sister."

Treicia curled forward, took one of Cindy's nipples in her mouth, sucked, then switched to the other breast. They accelerated their movements, wet pussies and labias slithered across each other. Cindy, experiencing a small quick orgasm, moaned.

They kept going, faster and faster. The muscles of Cindy's arm strained; pulling Treicia's ass down, forcing their pussies together. Cindy began feeling a friction burn, which only made the final release she craved more urgent. Treicia let out a feminine graceful wail - one I'd get to know well in the years to come - and came. A flood of hot cum poured from her, coating the enmeshed vulvas, reducing the friction, soothing the melded pussies. I could hear the wet sloshing sound of their sexes against each other.

Treicia slowed only for a few moments, then began again, employing a slow circular motion, teasing, driving she and Cindy forward. Their labias were engorged with blood. Treicia shifted, put more pressure on their pussies, switched to an up and down motion. Their labias splayed open. Treicia expertly worked hers within Cindy's, penetrating Cindy's vulva. Cindy rolled up and slightly forward. The women's clits made contact, mashed together. Treicia dropped her body to Cindy's, their hot sweaty frames slid against each other.

They kept going, shaking and moaning as they absorbed orgasm after orgasm until they were punch drunk with pleasure. They slowed down, kissed, maintained a languorous sexy humping rhythm; their breasts and pussies rubbed together.

Then Treicia sensed it was time. She lifted her body and arched her back, centering her weight on her clit, then started jiggling back and forth. Cindy pushed herself into our friend, animal noises replaced human sounds.

Treicia seized the moment. "Come for me you little bitch, come for me like your Mom did, come for me like a howling animal, like a dog in heat."

Cindy started chortling, sounding like she was choking.

"Come for me bitch, come for me while your sister watches and plays with herself , just like your Dad. He loved playing with his big hard fat dick while I fucked your mother. You're just like her, y'know, a little nympho whore."

Treicia's obscene portrait was having its effect. Cindy was whimpering and whining, sobbing in desperate need, her body shaking. 

"Once she tasted my sweet black body your Mama couldn't get enough. She spend hours sucking the juice from my cunt. And you known I was the first of my tribe your Dad fucked. He loved your Mom's thick bush, but still he couldn't get enough of my clean bald black pussy. And he was a helluva fuck, with his big fat white dick." 

Cindy dug her fingers into Treicia's ass cheeks and went careening over the edge. She snorted, then hollered, "Aaaaiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhh, Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiihhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

That was what Treicia needed, "Ohmigod. Jeez-um. Fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck, OH YES, YES, YES, FUCCCKKKKKK YEEESSSSSSSSSS." Cum flooded from her, soaking Cindy's pussy, which set off another orgasm in my sister. 

Treicia, half-lowered, half-fell onto my sister's quivering body. The women held each other. When Treicia finally caught her breath she gave Cindy a sweet intimate kiss, then rolled over and lay next to my sister. She smoothed my sister's hair, stroked her damp cheek; they shared soft kisses and sweet caresses. 

I moved to the floor next to Treicia and ran a hand over Treicia's body. I thought about her and Mom, about her and Mom and Dad. There were a thousand questions I wanted to ask, but Cindy had left the impression we already knew. She was right, if we were patient the entire story would come out. I got up on an elbow and kissed Treicia; she kissed me back. Cindy turned Treicia's head; they shared a long kiss.

While Cindy feasted on Treicia's mouth, I kissed along her shoulder and her neck. Cindy shifted position, sucking on Treicia's dark hard nipples. Treicia turned to me; my tongue returned to her mouth. Her hands went to my breasts, kneading the firm hot flesh. Moisture infused my pubes.

Cindy started kissing south, across Treicia's hard flat stomach. When she reached Treicia's twat, Cindy got to her knees. 

"You have such a beautiful sweet sex. I can see why Mom couldn't resist."

Treicia ran her hands down her body and framed her vagina with her hands. "It turns you on, doesn't it, knowing that I was with your mother and father. That both of them have eaten my pussy."

Cindy didn't hesitate. "Damn right."

She slid down to Treicia's feet and said to me, "I could use some help down here."

Each of us took a side and, starting with her feet, kissed, licked, and nibbled up Treicia's body. We did our best to mirror each other, to move in unison. When we reached her breasts we licked around the globes while running our fingertips along her sensitive inner thighs. Each of us inserted a finger, then two, in her pussy: I'd push in, Cindy'd pull out; Cindy'd push in, I'd pull out. Soon we had Treicia panting, moving towards an orgasm. While I continued to work her breasts, Cindy's mouth visited Treicia's neck, then ear, where she whispered, "Go on slut, come for us, let it out, let us hear how much you want it, how much you need it, go ahead, say it, scream it."

Cindy's fingers left Treicia's vagina, went to her clit.

Treicia let it pour out.

"MORE, OH GOD MORE. YES. I'M GONNA CUM. CUM SO HARD. PLEASE LICK, BITE MY NIPPLES. MAKE ME YOUR LOVER, MAKE ME COME, LIKE YOUR MOTHER DID, LIKE YOUR FATHER DID."

Who was I argue? I took a nipple between my teeth, nibbled on it, hard.

"THAT'S IT, OH GOD YES. SUCK IT, BITE IT, EAT MY TITS."

I moved to her other breast, gave it the same rough treatment. My fingers in Treicia's cunt, Cindy's on her clit, were a blur of motion. 

"OH FUCK ME. OH SHIT, YES. FUCK, YES, SO FUCKING GOOD." 

She started shaking, bawling, spewing juice; she came. Cindy and I lapped it up.

* * * *

We spent the night in Treicia's large bed; she had silk sheets, very nice. True to Cindy's prediction, the next morning (accompanied by Treicia's awesome tofu scramble) we started getting a full data dump on our parents' sex life. 

Dad was, at heart, fairly conventional. Treicia believed he'd have been happy in a straight-forward monogamous relationship with Mom. It was Mom who wanted to stretch the envelope, try new things. She was the one with the wild childhood, the one who selected the grad student who was to share their bed, the one who loved to do it in public, the one with the charge account at Agent Provocateur. 

And Dad, after some initial reluctance, happily went along. 

During the course of the semester Treicia introduced us to her very talented coterie of lovers. We had sex with men and women, we had sex one-on-one, we had sex in groups. 

Then, one night, after an afternoon in Treicia's bed with her and the volleyball player I mentioned earlier, Cindy and I had got back to our place. Cindy had taken her shower: I was taking mine. As I dragged the rough wash cloth over my body I felt familiar feelings growing in my crotch. I began to look forward to crawling into bed: was it a night for the vibrator or the dildo?

When I got out I heard Cindy's blow dryer. I toweled myself dry, wrapped the towel around my waist, walked out to the living room. Cindy was sitting on the couch, working on her hair. There were two glasses of wine sitting next to her. She was naked. I had become comfortable seeing my sister naked.

"Can I give you a hand?" I asked,

"Sure." She handed me the blow dryer and picked up her glass of wine.

I did her hair. While she did mine I sipped on my wine. We talked about the day, we talked about sex, we talked about our parents, we talked some more about sex, we talked about tomorrow, we talked about sex. 

I shifted. The towel, already loose, fell away from my body, exposing my breasts. Cindy stared at my chest and tweaked a nipple, laughing. She rested her hand on my thigh.

"My dear sister, you are quite beautiful." Then she looked at my face gauging, accurately, my mood. "You getting horny?" 

"Yeah," I responded in a faltering voice. 

"Me too, we've become quite the insatiable pair of sluts, haven't we?"

That was not exactly how I liked to describe myself, but, "Yeah."

Then I felt it. Cindy's hand was sliding up my leg.

"Cindy, I'm not sure about this."

Her finger reached my twat and, feather-light, stroked my pussy lips, then curled around my clit.

"You can't tell me you haven't thought about it. How many times have you watched me eat a women's pussy? You must have wondered how good I am. I know I've thought about your mouth between my legs."

I shuddered. "Of course I've thought about it, but there has to be some boundaries."

That seemed to get Cindy's attention, although it did not stop her marauding finger. She looked me squarely in my eye, "Do there?"

I opened my mouth to reply, but no words came out, my mind distracted by that finger. I struggled to frame a response, but it felt so good. Cindy sensing my mood, my confusion, took advantage. She kissed me on the mouth. I was startled. I parted my lips - half to protest, half in surprise - and Cindy's tongue surged into my mouth, stroked and caressed mine.

I knew this was going to far, that I couldn't, shouldn't, be getting hot and bothered by my own sister, but I was. Cindy was turning me on, skillfully riding the crest of my already horny body. 

She broke the kiss. I said, not even sure if I meant it, "Cindy, I'm not sure. Why are you doing this to me?" 

"Because I want my sister. Lately I've realized I have for years." 

For all that happened over the past months I was shocked by this naked, direct, forthright statement of my sister's desire for me. Cindy wasn't dead serious all that often. She was now.

Her hand crept across my pussy; little tingles spread like wildfire through my crotch. I was juicing up. I squirmed, still uncomfortable, but under Cindy's steady gaze I couldn't decide what to do. Cindy sensed her advantage; she pressed her hand firmly to the bulge of my pussy mound.

"You're nice and juicy."

I said, "Y-you shouldn't be doing this." I was struck by the weakness in my voice; it gave lie to the words. It was more a request to be overridden, a signal of surrender, then a protest.

"Doesn't it feel good when I do this? And this?"

Her fingers, agile, sensitive, and strong, stroked my erect clit. A bolt of sheer delight lanced through my body. I shuddered, moaned softly, and slipped down a little on the chair. Cindy's fingers were working a magic spell on me. I allowed the pleasure to wash through my body, a beautiful soft warm sensation. Cindy began finger fucking my cunt.

"No, ohhhhh, no, don't! It.. . it's, it's so goooood." For the next few minutes Cindy thumbed my clit and worked several fingers inside my cunt. When she pressed two fingers to my g-spot I let out a short happy yelp. 

Cindy smiled and dropped to her knees. "I think you'll like this even more."

She fastened her mouth to my cunt. Her soft lips pressed to my blood-engorged juice-ladened lips, her rough wet tongue began licking and lapping the length of the gash, voraciously drinking down the thick juice oozing from me. Her tongue beat hard against my erect clit. My sister knew how to eat pussy. I settled back into the couch, yielding to my sister's mouth. One by one my sexual boundaries had been bulldozed; why not this one?

Cindy felt the fight drain from me. She looked up and said, "Gosh, you taste good," her voice bearing more than a hint of triumph. Her lips gleamed with my cunt juice and there was a wicked tinkle in her eye. She knew she had me, but he wanted more; she wanted me to acknowledge my capitulation. I gave her what she wanted. "Don't stop," I said, "You've got me so turned on."

"You're going to have to earn it." Cindy fell back on her forearms and shuffled away from me.

I had seen my sister's naked cunt scores of times, but this time was different. Now she wanted me to taste her, to become her lover. There should have been a moment of reflection, but its nearness, its aromatic lusty odor, and the lust burning between my legs robbed me of higher brain functions. Cindy's pussy lips were pink, swollen, throbbing; I wanted to taste her. 

My sister turned her body 180 degrees; her head now towards me, her feet pointing away. I dropped to the floor, crawled towards her on all fours, straddled my sister's prone body, lowered my pussy to her mouth, and stuffed my face between her legs.

She was warm and wet and wonderful. My sister's pussy seemed to attack me, juice filled my lips, tongue, nostrils. I lapped and licked; I thrust my curled tongue into the hairy cunt; I couldn't get enough of my sister's sex. Cindy returned the favor. It was exquisite; her tongue fluttered in my velvet passages; she fingered my asshole. I sucked down her tangy juice and searched Cindy's sex for every nerve, every sweet spot, wanting to deliver the cunt-eating of her life. There wasn't a place I left untongued. Cindy did the same.

Then I felt it, the quaking sensation of an approaching orgasm. I was greedy, I wanted to hold it back. I wanted a big mind-blowing climax and with Cindy's knowing tongue on my cunt I knew I'd get it. Sexual tension mounted in my belly, the contractions of my cunt strengthened. My breaths came in harsh, hurried gasps. Cindy's cunt swelled, opening before me, and I tongue-fucked her with a determination approaching frenzy. I stretched the skin above her clit with my thumb and captured and rolled the exquisite red bud between two fingers. 

My mind was filled with wicked thoughts: I am eating my sister's cunt; I am committing incest; I am breaking the ultimate rule; I will be my sister's lover. The depravity drove me on.

When I heard Cindy whimper with joy the dam inside my body burst. It was a flood, the water of a great lake surging down a tiny valley. The impact was physical and emotional and almost too much. I groaned and shook and sobbed; tears filled my eyes.

Cindy's body tightened and the sound of a trapped animal filled the room. Even with her thighs pressed to me head, Cindy's growl echoed in my head. She was coming. It was exciting and wonderful and I knew, to an absolute certainty, that we'd do this again and again and again. 

I was not sure how long it was before I dragged my sweat-covered body off Cindy and tottered around until we lay in the same direction. She slipped an arm under my head, took my hand in hers, kissed the top of my head. "My bed or yours?" she said.




Moms at the Beach Ch. 05



Having taken this step, I wanted the security of my own room. "Mine," I answered. 

I stood, held out my hand, helped her up. We showered together, dried each other off, crawled into bed.

* * * *

We found a use for Cindy's bedroom. Treicia had confided that she and Mom loved playing the submissive. When Cindy and I were out-of-town Treicia would show up with the regalia of the game - ropes, handcuffs, gags - and she and Mom would spend the weekend as Dad's sex-slaves; he'd spank them, order them around, tie them up.

As she had told us the story there was an edge to a voice. Cindy heard it too. More to the point, Cindy understood it. That night Cindy laid Treicia over her knee for a spanking, then tied her to her bed. Sometimes I would play along, but by inclination I am neither a dominant nor submissive. Cindy, on the other hand, not only loved playing the dom, she excelled at it. Word spread: members of the faculty became regular visitors to our apartment, begging for the "Cindy treatment." I especially loved the days when I'd read the latest hard-ass pronouncement from the dean of students in The Chronicle, our student newspaper, only to return to our apartment and find her bound to Cindy's bed.



Moms at the Beach Ch. 06



It was the week before finals and I was talking with Mom, going over questions I thought might be on our English exam, when she said Cindy had told her we'd be getting home the following Friday, after our last exam. I was about to correct her - our last exam was on Wednesday - when I thought Cindy might know something I didn't. A party at Treicia's? I decided to talk to my sister.

When I did I wasn't sure what to think.

"Well, yeah, I lied. You've met Kim, this year's grad student." I had, she was a lovely woman of Japanese descent. "There's no question she's a dom. Dad's out of town, he's not getting back til Saturday. Mom thinks were not getting back til Friday. You got any question what will be going on at our house? I bet we can have some fun."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about fucking Mom, taking advantage of her in a submissive state. Don't tell me you haven't thought about it. You got a sudden problem with incest? What, it can only be intra-generational? " 

Well yes, I had thought about fucking Mom, she was beautiful, but it was a fantasy. 

My sister went on. "What better time? We'll get Mom while she's immersed in the role of a submissive. It'll be easy. She'll be ours. Treicia and I talked about it, she introduced the idea to Kim, then I talked to her. Kim signed on."

I didn't like it, but I agreed to go along. Nothing was going to stop my sister; someone had to keep an eye on her.

* * * *

Kim had tied Mom to the bed and excused herself. They had played this game before. Mom strapped down, her cunt on fire, was starting to worry, her mind addled by the burning need between her leg. Would Kim come back? Maybe she had a heart attack? Maybe she had a better offer? This desperate, irrational fear gnawed at Mom, became a further impetus to her relentless libido, heated the magma pooling between her legs.

We arrived home to find Kim, fully clothed, on the living room couch, reading one of our parents' books. She kissed Cindy and I and left.

We headed upstairs. In the hall heading towards the bedroom I caught the unmistakable scent of an overheated pussy. Mom was some turned-on. Over the past months I'd fallen in love with the taste and bouquet of cunts. Mom's aroma was intoxicating. 

I hung back, out of sight. Cindy, wearing boots, jeans, and a tank top - she had decided not to go full-blown dominatrix - strode into the bedroom. Mom was tied spread-eagled to the bed, wetness dripped from her slit. The look on her face was transparent: she was aroused, thrilled at being at Kim's mercy, certain the coming hours would be filled with pleasure. 

Then Mom saw my sister. She tried to sit up; her arms jerked against the ties binding her to the bed. 

"Oh god, you're home, you're early. I can explain."

Cindy sat on the side of the bed and, wordlessly, tweaked Mom's nipple. Mom responded in three ways. She said, "Young lady, what do you think you're doing?" Her tone. however, tone changed from authoritative to plaintive in the course of those eight words. But it was her body that spoke the loudest: a shudder ran through her.

"No need to explain Mama. I rented you from Kim. I have her permission to use you as I see fit. You see, I know all about you."

Mom stammered out the next few words. "It's just that-, that -, I mean-."

"That you're a slut, a submissive little lesbian whore, a cunt-lapper. Is that it Mama?"

Her daughter's words had their intended effect. Mom took short hard breaths and stared at Cindy. Her chest rose and fell; her breasts and face flushed with arousal. Cindy groped Mama's breasts, leaving the nipples erect and throbbing. Mom was transfixed, unable to cobble together a response, afraid her body would give lie to any objection she might make. Cindy saw her advantage; she pounced, pushed Mama back to the mattress, kissed her. The kiss was short, but passionate. Before Mom could react, Cindy pulled back. 

Using her daughter's name for the first time, Mom said, "Cindy, I can explain."

Cindy waited; her hands roamed around Mom's body, paying special attention to her full round breasts. You could see Mama, dazed by what Cindy was doing to her, try to confect an explanation.

"It's just that I have these needs, needs I can't control, needs that must be fulfilled..."

Cindy twisted Mom's nipple. What came out of Mama was not a word, but it was full of meaning: the moan was unabashedly sexual, one of deep arousal.

Cindy's voice was preternaturally calm. "I have needs too Mama. One of those is to make you my slut. For the next little bit you belong to me. Your pussy is mine. You exist to serve me."

Cindy twisted the nipple again, this time a bit harder. The look on Mom's face combined fear and lust, her growl as much animal as human. Cindy smiled.

"Don't worry Mama, I won't hurt you. Well, at least not too much. You see, Lisa is here to protect you. If I go too far, she'll tell me to stop. And who knows, I might even listen."

I had not expected this development; I had not anticipated being outed so soon. But who was I kidding, I would not derail this train. I stepped from the shadows and nodded to Mom.

Cindy went on. "But I know you want this. I'll make sure you enjoy it."

Cindy pulled a black silk blindfold from her back pocket and tied it to Mama's head, covering her eyes. Mom said nothing, but turned her head, directing her ear to the room, listening intently. There was, however, no sign of panic. This was, I thought, not the first time Mom had been tied to a bed and blindfolded, not the first time she'd played this game. 

Cindy moved; the bed shifted. Mom tilted her head, directing her sightless gaze at the motion. Cindy, whose head now hovered between Mom's legs, licked Mom's clit, once, then blew warm air over her pussy. Mom objected, "Cindy you can't do this, I'm your mother," but the words were undercut by a low moan. Mom, ever so slightly, rocked her hips forward.

"Now Mama, that's just a teaser. There's more to come."

Cindy licked up the length of Mama's pussy, from bottom to top.

"Mama, you taste mighty nice. Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."

Cindy left the room. Mama turned her head, listening. When Cindy was gone she said, "Lisa, are you there?"

"Yes Mama."

"You need to stop your sister. This is insane. I'm your mother. You've always been the sensible one. You can't do this to me."

I was looking at her pussy. Juice was dripping from it; there was a wet spot on the bed.

Sometimes I hated being the sensible one.

Fuck, I was all in.

"It seems to me Cindy is right. You're a submissive little whore. Think about it, all these years you've been in charge, we've had to listen to you, but from now on you'll belong to us. You gotta admit, that's a proposition it's hard to say no to."

Cindy returned. Mom heard her and cocked her head. Cindy sat on the side of the bed and tugged off the blindfold, letting the straps slide across Mom's face and breasts. Mom's eyes went wide. Cindy was holding a butt plug; it was three inches long, white and plastic. 

"Mama, no talking. Do you understand?" 

"Cindy..."

Cindy squeezed one of Mom's magnificent breasts, not hard enough to injure, but plenty hard enough to get Mom's attention. Mom got the message. She nodded her head.

Cindy said to Mama, "That's a good girl," and then to me, "Slip a pillow under the slut's ass; put her blindfold back on."

Mom, who was laying on the bed, raised her hips and lifted her head. I slid the pillow under her butt and tied on the blindfold. On impulse, I checked Mom's sex. Her dense pubic hair was thick with fluid. Cindy watched me finger Mom. She smiled, leaned over and kissed me, slipping her tongue into my happy mouth while pushing a finger into my sex. I sighed, my pleasure evident. Mom heard what was going on; her breasts flushed red. Cindy placed her free hand on Mom's hip and applied upward pressure. Mom tilted her hips back and raised her ass, exposing the brown crinkled anus. 

Cindy moved her finger around inside me, eliciting a happy moan, and then worked the finger, wet with juice, against Mom's asshole, coating the entrance. Mom whimpered. Cindy repeated the process several times, then pushed the tip of her index finger inside, forcing lubricant into Mom's ass. Cindy inserted the butt plug in her own pussy, closed her eyes and, groaning in delight, swirled it around.

She caught my eye and looked at Mom's butt. I got the message. I scooped cream from my pussy and applied it to Mom's ass, forcing some inside her, using one, then two fingers. Mom's sphincter seemed almost educated; opening and closing in time with my fingers, grabbing onto them as if trying to pull them back inside. Mom's breathing deepened. She rocked her hips. She was ready. 

Cindy placed the tip of the butt plug to Mom's sphincter. Mom didn't resist; she relaxed and the plug slipped inside her. Mom grunted, a combination of pleasure and discomfort. Cindy did not stop until it was embedded in Mom's ass. Then Cindy twisted it, wiggled it. Mom's breathing quickened at the explosion of sensations from her asshole. 

"Mama, you can make all the sounds you want, but no words."

Mom let out a loud intense whimper.

"I love the way you whine Mama, like a bitch dog in heat. I know you love to moan like a whore and you can do that, you can yelp and groan and blubber all you want. Heck, you can even say your daughters' names, mine and Lisa's, but no other words. Got it?"

Mom nodded. 

Cindy went silent, placing a finger to her lips to let me know to do the same. Mom pushed her ass against the pillow, forcing the plug deeper into her asshole, then moved it around within her. Her tongue glided across her lips. Her body was on fire; she was aching for more: a finger in her pussy, lips on her clit, a tongue against her tits, anything. 

I ran the tip of my index finger along Mama's thigh, slowly, very slowly, heading to her pussy. Heat radiated from her skin. Then, when almost there, I did the same to the other leg. Mom was shivering, wanting more. She would have begged, but was forbidden by Cindy's proscription on speech. She couldn't even implore me by name; she did not know whose finger was on her. She let out a soft sensual needy moan. 

I drew a circle around Mama's vagina. Fluid dripped from her cunt, flowed down her ass, around the butt plug, stained the sheets. The circles got smaller, coming closer and closer to her pussy, closer and closer to her swollen needy clit. When my finger brushed the bottom of her slit Mama moaned and tried to align her cunt to my finger, hoping I'd shove it inside. I pulled the finger away. Mom, chastened, returned to her original position. I returned my finger, running it lightly over, but never penetrating, the lips of her labia, moved it up her vulva, approached her clit. Then, without warning, I jammed it in her cunt. Mom squealed in delight.

"Hmmm, I want a taste," Cindy said, "but you first."

I pulled my finger from her vagina, took a deep whiff.

"Mama, you smell good." 

I flicked the tip of my finger with my tongue, then held it to Mom's nose. She breathed deeply, capturing the scent. I touched it to her lips and Mom sucked it inside, greedily feasting on her own juice.

"You like that Mama?"

She nodded yes.

"Do you want some more?" 

She nodded again. She wanted my finger in her pussy, in her mouth. She loved the taste of pussy.

I coated two fingers with juice from Mama's labia, then slid them in Mama's mouth. She sucked contentedly, working my fingers with her cheek and tongue, savoring the flavor.

Cindy said, "I guess I'll try some too," bent forward, and licked Mama's clit. It was a strong hard lick from a talented tongue and, amazingly, that single touch was all that was needed. Mom, having been turned into her daughters' play thing, was already on the edge. She exploded, consumed by a strong intense sudden orgasm. She screamed and pulled against the ties restraining her arms and legs, thrashing in her chains. Squirting pussy juice, she arched her back, leaned on her shoulders, raised her pussy to Cindy's mouth, craving more.

Cindy moaned into Mama's pussy, feasting on the fluid. Although Mama was in the midst of one orgasm, Cindy started driving her to another. She took Mama's clit in her mouth and jammed two fingers in her pussy, furiously moving them in and out. Mama started chanting, "Cindy, Cindy, Cindy..."

"Come Mama, come on Cindy's face," I urged.

It was all too much. Mama felt a wave of pleasure surging towards her, through her; it would not be as intense as her first orgasm, but would be deeper longer thicker. She started shaking, longing for the impending explosion, riding the edge of the wave. When it struck her she let out a long scream, tensed, squirmed, collapsed onto the bed. She was covered with sweat.

Mom, sucking in air, seemed a delectable treat. Cindy and I indulged, leaving nips and kisses from her pussy to her belly button, then visited her breasts and mouth. 

"We love you Mama."

Mama, using the only words allowed her, said, "Cindy, Lisa." Her voice was laden with affection.

We were all quiet, enjoying the respite, and letting the tension and anticipation build. It was Cindy who broke the ice. She said, "It's my turn," got to her knees, straddled Mom's hips, and walked forward, dragging her pussy over Mom's body. Her panties were so infused with cream she left a trail of juice behind. When she reached mother's enormous breasts she lifted her hips and settled her pussy on one of Mom's nipples. Mom winced in delight. 

Cindy rub her pussy into Mom's breast, then scooted forward and held her cunt over Mama's face. Mama took a deep whiff, enjoying the moist musky scent. Her tongue lept from her mouth, straining for Cindy's pussy. But Cindy teased her, holding her snatch just out of reach. When Cindy finally lowered herself the tip of Mom's tongue grazed over the Cindy's panties. Mom moved her head to the side, trying, and failing, to work her tongue around them. Frustrated, she pulled at her restraints, temporarily forgetting her predicament. 

Cindy took mercy and settled down, covering Mom's face. Mama, meticulously, assessed the shape of Cindy's pussy through the cotton, then sucked on Cindy's pussy lips. Cindy loved it; her juice infused the fabric and she gave out sharp little moans. Mama sucked harder and moved her face from side to side, putting pressure on Cindy's clit.

Cindy, panting, looked at me and said, "Please, take my undies off." I pulled them over her hips and ass, worked one side around and off her foot, leaving the other side around her ankle. When I was done Cindy returned her cunt to Mama's face and Mama squealed in joy. She licked the swollen pussy lips, pushed her tongue inside my sister, and munched along her labia, heading towards Cindy's clit. Mama sucked it into her mouth, freeing it from its hood. Her lips massaged its sides, the tip of her tongue teased it, the flat of her tongue glided over it. 

God, this was hot. I inserted one, then another, finger in my pussy. A third followed. My cunt was wet, ready to go. I pushed in a fourth finger and started riding my hand as if it were a massive cock. I massaged my clit with my thumb. I loved it, moaning non-stop.

I watched Mama and Cindy, the voyeuristic charge added fuel to my fire.

Mom made expert love to Cindy's pussy and Cindy did not hold back. "Yes, yes, yessssss! Mmmmmmm, Oooooooooh yeah, mmmmm, ohhhhhh, ahhhhhh, ugggggghhhhhh, oooooohhhhhh." Cindy ground her cunt into Mama's face, took hold of the headboard, shook the bed with her movements. "Mmmmmmmmm, lick my yummy cunt, ooooohhhhhh, oh yeah, Mommy-slut, gawwwwddddddddd fuckkkkkkkkk, mmmmmmmmm fuuuuuccccckkkkkkk." 

I rammed my hand into my cunt. I was too far gone to craft words. My cunt muscles contracted around my fingers; I let out war whoops of pleasure. Juice flowed over and across my hand.

Trapping Cindy's clit between her lips, Mom ran her tongue across it, left to right, right to left, up and down, back and forth. I could see the explosion building on Cindy's face, her entire universe was centered on Mama's mouth. She leaned forward, rocking her pussy into Mama, watching me pound my cunt with my fingers. Cindy's face contorted, she shook, her body grew warm, and then it hit her like a tornado. The orgasm geysered from her cunt through the rest of her. She sang out in obscene pleasure, "Yeeeeeeeesssssssssss! Mmmmmmmmm, oooooohhhhhhhhh, ffffuuuuucccccckkkkkkk, ggggaaaawwwewwdddddddd."

She shook, shaked, rocked, and sloughed off Mama's body, coming to rest next to me.

I screamed, "AAAARRRRGGGGGGHHHH, AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" and jammed by fingers into my cunt. I urged my orgasm on, "YES! YES! YES! YES!" rubbing my pussy wildly, looking at my sister's still jerking body, looked at mother tied to the bed, her face and blindfold soaked with Cindy's pussy juice. "Oh GOD! AHHHHHHH SHIIIIIT! I'M GONNA CUM, CCOOOOOMMMMMMINNNGGGGG!" I roared, heaving forward, riding out the waves of a divine orgasm. Then I sank to the bed and nestled myself against Cindy and Mom.

For awhile the only sound was three women panting. It was Cindy who recovered first. She stood, stretched, went downstairs, and returned with a satchel and two bottles of water. She handed one to me, then said, "Thirsty Mama? Nod yes or no."

Mom nodded yes. Cindy cupped the back of her head, held it up, brought the bottle to her lips. Mom drank greedily.

When done Cindy lowered Mama's head to the pillow and retrieved a six inch purple strap-on dildo from her satchel, making more noise than necessary. Mama listened, trying to discern what was happening. Cindy motioned me over, sank the dildo inside me, then herself. I let out low long theatrical moan.

Cindy, bending over Mama, said, "I have something for you to clean off." Dragging the dildo's straps over Mom's chest and breasts, she held the plastic phallus to Mom's face. "C'mon now, I want it squeaky clean."

Mama didn't hesitate. She licked the dildo, enjoying Cindy and my taste. When Cindy centered it to Mama's mouth, Mama swirled her tongue around the tip and slipped her lips down its length. Cindy thrust it in and out and Mama put on a show: her cheeks sunk in, her tongue bathed the plastic dick. Mama knew how to suck cock. 

Cindy pulled it away. Mama emitted a low mournful groan, but stuck to the instruction to say nothing. Cindy said, "Hey sis, help me put this thing on."

I helped secure the toy; it was my favorite. It's contoured shape included an arch on the shaft for the g-spot and two bumps that, when the dildo was worked right, slid over the women's clits. I knew what Cindy could do with this thing; Mom was going to be a happy little slut. Cindy and I exchanged a long sweet kiss; our low murmurs and smacking sounds signaling to Mom what her daughters were doing. As we did the dildo slapped against my thigh. Cindy knelt; I felt her hot breath, then her tongue, on my clit. I squealed, "Eyyaaahhhhhhhh."

Cindy stood, kissed me again, this time a short quick peck, then crawled atop Mom's prostrate body. "Ready to be fucked Mama?"

Mom nodded, by now understanding her daughters' skills, knowing she'd be well-fucked. I sat on the edge of the bed and dragged the tip of the dildo over Mama's clit, down her slit, positioned it at the entrance of her pussy. Mom rocked her hips, trying to capture the dildo with her pussy lips. I yanked it away.

She couldn't take it anymore, the instruction to remain silent forgotten. "Please," she begged, "Please fuck me. I need it in me."

Cindy twisted a nipple; Mom winced in pain. The next moment, however, the look on Mama's face said it was all worth it. Cindy pushed the tip of the dildo inside Mom, then, slowly, knowingly, filled her pussy with the toy, going deeper and deeper until their hips met. Cindy took off Mama's blindfold. Mama blinked, then focused on Cindy.




Moms at the Beach Ch. 06



"I want you to watch. I want you looking me in my eyes when I fuck you and make you come and come and come."

Cindy started moving the strap-on, at first slowly, prolonging the experience, heightening the pleasure. Mama, maintaining eye contact, moved her hips in time with Cindy. Then, without warning, Cindy slammed the dildo into Mama with so much force I thought it must hurt, but a glance at Mama's face showed only pleasure, as if she wanted the sudden assault. Mom pulled on the restraints, reveling in the being her daughter's sex-toy.

Pleased by Mom's reaction, Cindy started pushing hard and fast; Mama did the same; their hips slammed into each other. The looks on their faces said it all; their pussies were burning with desire, they stared at each other, unashamed, reveling in incestuous lust. I thought of the butt plug buried in Mama's ass, separated by only a thin membrane from Cindy's dildo. It was moving with Cindy's strap-on, multiplying the pleasure inflicted by the plastic penis.

"Come for me," Cindy demanded.

Mom did not disappoint. She mewled, whimpered, groaned, yelped, and then commenced thrashing, she came, humping into the dildo, babbling Cindy's name. Cindy kept pounding Mama's pussy, driving her to another orgasm. 

I retrieved a small pink vibrator from Cindy's satchel and brought it to my clit.

Cindy kept fucking Mama, demanding that she come again, driving her to new heights of depraved incestuous joy. With the vibrator pressed to my clit I imagined what Mama was feeling: tied to the bed, butt plug in her ass, one daughter fucking her, the other watching. It was sexy, demented, hot, debauched, wanton, lewd. Cindy kept driving the dildo into Mom, demanding she come again, extracting orgasm after orgasm from her.

But even my sister had limits. Cindy's voice deteriorated, became hoarse, the words were harder and harder to decipher, then wholly devolved into animal grunts. 

Mom took control, her motion dictating how Cindy fucked her. She squirmed her hands free from the ties, grabbed her daughter's ass, moved it up and down, rubbed their clits over each other and the surface of the fake cock.

Cindy was enthralled. She babbled, "Oh Mama, oh Mama, so good, so good, so good, fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck..." All semblance of her running the show evaporated. Mom had seized the moment. Her arms straining, she moved Cindy against her while her undulating hips made sure the dildo's bump rolled over Cindy's clitoris. 

The two of them went off together. They howled; waves of pleasure started in their pussies, spread, then battered their bodies, flattening their minds. They closed their eyes; their worlds went black. It was all lust and pleasure and need that it overloaded their capacity for pleasure. They screamed, quavered, shook. Cindy fell onto Mom, then rolled to the side. Mom passed out. Vibrator pressed to my clit, I came.

I untied Mom's legs, then held her while she slept. Cindy lay next to us in gentle slumber, her chest rising and falling, the dildo still between her legs, slick with Mama's juices. When Mama finally woke I brushed my hand through her thick hair. Her limbs stiff, she stretched. 

"Lisa?"

"Yes Mama."

"That thing in my ass, can I take it out?"

"Yes Mama."

She reached between her legs, but instead of pulling it out, she wiggled it, purring in delight. Mom was, I saw, every bit the oversexed bitch Treicia had described. This was going to be fun. She rolled on to her side, facing me.

"Would you mind, it feels good."

I didn't mind. I walked my hand down mother's body - over the mounds of her breasts, past the curve of her hips, ending at her meaty ass - took hold of the knob on the butt plug, and softly moved it around inside her, watching her reaction. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensations. Her lips parted, her tongue danced, her face and breasts flushed a light red. She was aroused, horny. The thing inside her asshole felt good, real good. A trickle of juice flowed from her pussy, and over the dried cream coating her groin. 

"Lisa, fuck my ass with it. Fuck your mother's ass, please."

I moved it in, out, within my mother's behind.

She wanted more.

"Ohhh, feels good, do it a harder honey, faster." 

I complied, twisting it within her, picking up speed. Mama reached for her clit, pulled aside its hood, caught it between two fingers. I watched in fascination; her clit was fucking gi-normous. She played with it with practiced expertise. Soon she was grunting, the noises emanating from deep within her solar plexus.

"Lisa, so good, keep it up, faster, oh yes, make me come."

My mother was breathing heavily through her partially open mouth, her tongue twitched against her lips. Sweat formed on her body, sliding down her breasts. I was in awe of those things. Cindy and I hadn't inherited mother's massive breasts. Ours were nice, more than a handful, but Mom's were big and round and fat and, considering all this, stunningly firm. Cindy and I, however, had inherited her nipples and areolas. Dark brown, wide and thick. Mom's were swollen with need, small and hard, foothills perched atop her mountainous boobs. I wrapped my lips around one, lashed it with my tongue, feasting on the flesh that had fed me as a child.

Mom was wholly lost in the moment; she was sexuality incarnate. I rotated the butt plug inside her ass; her breast throbbed in my mouth. She played with her clit and lay her head next to mine; her long hair cascaded against my face. I pulled my mouth from her tit. Her eyes had rolled back into her head, her skin was pink and flushed. I kissed her lips, a quick wet sloppy kiss. She starting yipping, "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," and squeezed her tit, thumbed her nipple, and the muscles of her curvy body tightened. Her lower abdomen shook; her hip jerks were spastic, random, powerful, uncontrollable.

I sank my thumb in her cunt and she shouted, "I'M COMING, FFUUUCCCCKINNGGG COMING!!" She was swept away by a flood of pleasure; a tsunami slammed into her. She moaned like a feral animal, her tendons and ligaments, centering in powerful spasms in her abdomen, contracted. The muscles in her anus gripped and released the butt plug in several rat-a-tat motions. Her entire body shook and she squirted; pussy juice covered my wrist and hand.

I pulled on the butt plug. It slid out; there was no resistance. Mom rolled towards me, let out a sensual groan, kissed me, settled her head on my shoulder. I held the butt plug to her mouth. 

"Clean it Mama."

Mom, without hesitation or objection, did so, savoring the taste. When done she whispered, "You, my daughter, are a harsh mistress."

"That's not really me Mama, its more Cindy's gig."

Gently I stroked her hair. Mom sighed; her orgasm had run its course, she was lost in its lingering haze, passive.

"I love you Mama." I gave her a light kiss on her lips.

"I love you too." Sloppily, she kissed my lips, her un-coordinated tongue a testament to the power of her climax. 

We lay in each other's arms, caressing backs, butts, breasts. Before long Mama was asleep.

Then Cindy rolled to her side, facing me. "That was fuckin' hot." It was clear from the huge grin on her face that she'd watched the entire thing.

* * * *

The three of us spent the afternoon in bed. As the sun set we called Kim, inviting her back, asking her to pick up a couple of pizzas on the way. The four of us spent the night and next day together, finally passing out in exhaustion in our parents' oversized bed. I was the first one up the next morning and was downstairs, enjoying a glass of tea and oatmeal, when I heard Dad's car pull up. I was so excited that, for the moment, I forgot everything, throwing myself in his arms, covering his face with kisses. Dad hugged me, told me how much he'd missed me, how much he loved me. I took his hand in mine and led him back to the kitchen, proposing I fix his favorite breakfast, a jalapeno omelette.

Dad didn't reply. When I turned to face him I noticed him studying my face, my hair, my body. I realized how I must look. In the excitement of his return I forget, or perhaps the word is ignored, my disheveled bedraggled appearance. 

"Who else is here?" he asked.

"Kim, Mama, Cindy."

"Upstairs sleeping?'

I bit my lower lip and shook my head in the affirmative.

"Same bed?"

I bit my lower lip and shook my head in the affirmative.

"You, Cindy, and Treicia get a lot closer this semester then you've let on?"

I paused. "Yeah."

Dad smiled and shook his head, a gentle wise loving motion.

"Gay, straight, bi?"

"Bi, both of us."

"And you and your sister?"

"Yes, Daddy, we're lovers."

"You two okay with it?"

"Yes Daddy. You know Cindy, she never looked back. Me, I was hesitant at first, but now I wouldn't have it any other way."

"Your mother is the most sexual creature I've ever known. I had a hunch she was up to something."

He saw the confusion in my eyes. 

"Oh, you haven't figured it out. Mama's been angling to get you and your sister in our bed since you turned eighteen. I told her it was okay, not that I could stop her, but I made her promise that you two had to make up your own minds, no seduction allowed. Think about it, you don't think Treicia was an accident do you? Your Mom's fingerprints are all over this."

It was suddenly all so obvious; I blushed for not having seen it myself. I also thought about fucking my father. The omelette could wait.



Moms at the Beach Ch. 07



It didn't take a lot of detective work to figure out what was happening in the cabin next door. Two good looking couples who rarely ventured out. When they did, their bodies were flush, glowing with the look of someone who'd not just done it, but loved it. They all bore that cat-who-just-ate-the canary grin and shimmered with the unflappably buoyant mood of sexual satiation. "You want to cut in front of me in the supermarket line? Be my guest."

It was also clear they were pretty new to it. Cindy and I went at it a couple of times a day, but we were at the beach. We went outdoors, we walked on the sand, we went in the water. Those four, all they did was fuck.

The question of whether they were cougars or family was quickly answered. If you're going to scream, "Fuck your mother you big-dicked horse," well, you should probably close the window.

It was, of course, Cindy who said, "We gotta get in on that."

I told her no, but I knew it would make no difference.

So Cindy flirted, assessed. She assumed the boys would have no objection - they rarely did - and Annie, the short haired blond with the killer bod, seemed willing. Hell she seemed up to most anything. Sharon, however, Cindy was not sure about Sharon. But she figured Annie knew her way around her friend - the women were devoted to each other - and so when Cindy sent me upstairs for the picnic fixings the night we grilled, I knew something was up. When I got back down Cindy gave me a wink, a "trust me," and a "just play along."

My sister was usually, but not always, right about these things. That evening, thank god, she was.

* * * *

And so, for those of you keeping track, this is where Sharon's story ended. Cindy asking Annie and Sharon to fuck their sons for a gallery of two.

Sharon, a little coy, a little shy, said, "I'm not sure, fucking your son, for an audience, isn't that against the rules?"

"Oh honey," Annie interjected, "you fuck him in front of me all the time." 

"But you're family."

It was Steven, her son, who grew tired of the repartee. His impressive dick was already at full staff. He grabbed his mother's wrists. "Just tell 'em I raped you."

When Sharon pulled her arms back her son took advantage; he pounced, pushing her back to the floor. Sharon shoved back and two naked bodies rolled across the floor. Suddenly, out of no where, they were really wrestling. Both were in superb shape; you could see their muscles straining as their strong bodies interlocked. Sharon was able to lock her legs around Steven's torso, but the outcome was foreordained. Steven had several inches and seventy pounds on his mother and he finally rolled her onto her back, pinning her hands to the floor. His cock was stiff and throbbing; the fight with his mother had him deeply aroused. 

He looked down to her groin, his intent clear.

Sharon said, "Don't you dare fuck me," but her voice was strained with desire, her nipples hard and erect. She wanted to be forced.

Steven tried several times to enter her, but each time she wiggled her ass, preventing him from doing so. Finally, he dragged her hands together, pining them both with one hand. With his free hand he mauled her breasts and, with her focus temporarily diverted, he took hold of his cock and directed it in her wet slippery pussy. He slid in easily, then pushed hard, penetrating her in one rough thrust.

She moaned, "Oooohh no," but for the moment stopped struggling. She closed her eyes; her pink tongue crept out across her lips; her tight box closed hungrily around the hard meat, nipping and contracting on his tool. Pleasure shown on Steven's face. He began to fuck her in deep fast hard strokes, not giving her a chance to collect her wits, enjoying her sweet, scalding hot, and very slick box. He looked down to his strong hard prick driving in and out of her hole.

"Good for you, Mom?" he asked huskily, his voice confident.

She blushed, but didn't open her eyes. Still absorbed in the faux-rape, she whimpered, "Oh, please, no" she whimpered, "take it out, don't make me do this, I shouldn't..."

Steven laughed. "Yeah, but you dig it. You love it and you know it. Swing with it babe, relax. After all, you don't have a choice."

Steven eased himself down on her, flattening her big tits with his chest. His well-muscled legs forced her sleek powerful thighs wider apart, allowing him to dig his dick deeper into her belly.

Despite her protestations, Sharon could not disguise what was happening to her. She liked the sensation of being taken. She liked being fucked in front of others. She liked the wild turn her life had taken. Her cunt grew hotter and hotter around his meat; cream poured out, puddling on the floor. She started moaning, finally conceding to her desires, sobbing in ecstasy, "Ohhhh, God. I can't help it, Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck me Steve." She threw her legs around her son's waist, forcing his cock deeper into her hungry cunt.

"Fuck meee, ohhh, yesss, fuck meeeee."

Steven released Sharon's arms, which he still held to the floor, and shoved his hands under her ass, holding her tight against him while he banged into her. It was brutal and noisy. Steven was invested in the fantasy that he was taking her against her will; Sharon loving the feeling of being coerced. Her head fell back; her mouth twisted in a horny little grin. She creamed furiously.

"Like it now Mom, like your son's cock?"

"Oh, yes, OH YES," she moaned.

Steven was possessed. What had started as a game had become an idee fixe. Although Sharon was now willing, Steven was unrelenting, as if despoiling her, ramming his aching hard cock into the satin hole. Sharon squealed and her tight slick cunt gripped Steven's dick as she came. He gave her no time for reflection; he went on pounding her.

"You like it this way slut?" Steven asked, biting and licking his mother's silky sweet throat while pummeling her cunt with his cock. "You like getting fucked fast and hard?"

Any pretense to resistance was gone. "I like it, yes I like it. I love being fucked by you, any fucking way you want. Take me, bulldoze me, make me yours." She loved it, loved the savage fuck, loved performing for an audience, loved her son, his dick, his big fat hard perfect dick.

Steven taunted her. "I'm not sure. Maybe you're right, maybe this is wrong, maybe I should stop."

"Please don't. Fuck me, rape me, fuck me darling. It's true, I love it, no matter what you do, I love every second of it!"

He did not respond. Instead his hands went to her tits, squeezing the fat firm sweaty flesh, grasping and crushing the ample mounds. Sharon whimpered in pleasure and pain. Her obscene moans inspired him. He fucked her harder, whipping his cock in and out, trying to drive her through the floor.

Sharon, her cunt slimy with fuck-cream, was up to the assault. Her ass arched off the floor to meet each of his thrusts. She pulled and twisted on his thick cock, trying to tear it off, wanting it forever imbedded in her sex. He fucked her so hard it must have bordered on the painful, but she was soaked in sweat and panting in delight. She climaxed, then climaxed again.

"You love cock, don't you?" Steven asked. She didn't respond; he bit her throat. Sharon squealed.

"Hard cock, it turns you, your son's hard cock, shoved up your hot pussy, it turns you on, doesn't it?"

This time Sharon responded instantly. "Yes, I love cock." She moved her legs down, wrapping them around her son's tight ass, urging him to drive deeper into her cunt.

"I love your hot, hard cock! You drive me crazy with it!"

"You like it when people watch you fuck, don't you slut?"

"Fuck yes," she moaned.

"You like being a slut for your son."

"Yes, that's what I am, my son's slut."

Steven dropped his mouth to a hard nipple, took it between his teeth, nibbled on the flesh, switched to the other tit. He took hold of the breast he'd just spit from his mouth, clutching it so the skin bulged between his fingers. 

"You can't get enough of this. I bet you could fuck cock all day. Tell me Mom, say it, you'd love to spend all day being fucked by cock, wouldn't you?"

Sharon clawed at her son's back; her pussy clenched around his battering ram; she shook and shuddered through another climax.

"Yes, yes, that's what I want," she hissed.

Steven pinned her hands above her head and crushed his lips to hers. Sharon relished the helplessness, her sudden immobility. She loved the dirty, exciting things her son was saying to her. She came again and she tightened her legs around Steven's muscular ass; her hips surged upward, welcoming the mind shattering fuck-thrusts. Sharon felt dirty and slutty and vile. She felt sexy, alive, vibrant. When Steven bit her tit, she pressed her chest to his face. Steven crushed her tits together with his upper arms and bit her nipples, gnawing on them like a desperate hungry child.

"What if Lisa and Cindy wanted to fuck you with big rubber cocks? What if they wanted to slide one between your pretty tits? You'd love that, wouldn't you, whore?"

Sharon yanked her hands free and clawed Steven's back. Another orgasm exploded within her. Steven grabbed her ass and pulled her into his brutal cock thrusts. The room shook with the sounds of their bodies slamming together. Steven was a man possessed. He folded his fingers in her hair and held her head tightly in place. Again, he crushed his lips to hers.

It had started as a show, mother and son fucking for a few close friends, but it had gone far beyond that. Sharon and Steven were possessed by the game, trying to fuck each other into insensibility. Steven's kisses devolved into small bites; Sharon writhed desperately underneath her son's powerful body. He was relentless, fucking his cock into her until she couldn't breathe and couldn't think. The wet sloshing of his prick and the impact of his hard crotch into her sweet soft ass masked all other sounds.

Then, for the umpteenth time, she was coming, coming in every cell in her body. Steven pillaged her so savagely that pain flowed up her back with each thundering impact. Sharon gasped and pleaded and bayed, near out of her mind with pleasure. She was being brutalized by her teenaged son and it was driving her wild. She felt defiled, beyond redemption, living only for what Steven was doing to her. Her cunt was boiling, out of control.

"Oh god yes," she whimpered, and started to shake. The muscles of her legs, wrapped around her son's waist, quivered. Steven had ceased taunting her, his words had been replaced by low grunts that exploded from his solar plexus. Then, suddenly, the pitch changed, jumped up an octave. He lurched forward. 

Sharon shouted, "Give it to me, GIVE MAMA YOUR CUM," and Steven exploded inside her, dumping his seed into her pussy, saturating the place from whence he came. His mother joined him in a violent orgasm. Her legs and arms shot up, then flailed around, randomly striking the air, the floor, her son. Steven, however, was too far absorbed in the sensations powering through his muscular physique to notice. He sagged and rolled off his mother. The two of them lay side by side, sucking in the sea air. Steven took his mother's hand in his.

"Un-fucking-believable." It was Annie's voice.

"Yeah." It was Andrew.

"I don't think we're going to outfuck that," she said.

"It would be tough," her son agreed.

"I have an idea. Girls, help get us ready."

Annie and Andy lay on their backs, offered us cock and pussy. They propped themselves up on their arms so they could watch: Cindy licked up and down Andy's cock; I bowed my head to Annie's sex. It was soaked. It couldn't get much wetter. I took my time, focusing on her pussy lips, wanting to arouse her, but not push her over the edge.

"Use your fingers on me," she said.

I pushed two fingers, into her, lazily running them along the roof of her fuck tunnel. She twisted her body; juice dripped around my fingers.

This went on for several minutes. Around deep happy sighs she said, "Damn girl, so nice. Now use your fingers, lubricate my anus."

Cream dripped across her perineum and into the crack of her ass. I accelerated the process, pushing the froth down with a finger. After I'd throughly coated the opening of her ass I drove my pinkie into her, carrying lubricant along with it. Annie took long shallow breaths ending in gasps of pleasure; she murmured words of delight and encouragement.

My pinkie was soon sliding in her ass with ease. Annie reached down with both hands, slid them under my shoulders, lifted me. She rolled over and stuck her butt in the air.

"Use your tongue on me, please."

I spread her ass cheeks with my hands, opening up the brown puckered asshole. The light reflected off the juice. I licked the length of the crevice several times, before focusing on the opening, brushing it hard, letting spit drool from my mouth. I curled my tongue and tried to force it inside, but Annie's hard muscular ass was impervious. I placed my thumbs by the sides of her asshole and pulled it open, then drove my supple tongue into her, coating her shit chute with spit.

Annie purred. "Oh yes honey, that's it." 

I reached for her cunt, captured some juice on my fingers, then pushed the wet fingers into her ass. Squealing in delight, she clamped down. I twisted them inside her anus, marveling at the strength of her muscles..

After half a dozen thrusts Annie swivelled her head, looking at her son, most of whose cock was buried in my sister's face. "Okay Andy baby, I'm ready, it's time to fuck Mama."

Cindy released his cock. "Make the bitch howl."

Andy's response was a big grin. He rolled over and kneeled behind his mother, drove his cock into her pussy, and twisted his hips, rotating his penis around inside her. Then he pulled out. It was a lovely sight: big and stiff, shaft red, head brown, and coated with Annie's pussy cream, Andy's pre-cum, and my sister's spit.

He entered her again and Annie cried in delight, then moaned in disappointment when he pulled out. 

Andy grinned, "You want this back inside you?"

"Oh yes lover," Annie whimpered, "Oh yes my darling son, put it back inside your mother. Fuck her."

"All right," he said, "let's have us some fun."

He slotted his big cock against the tiny bud of his asshole and pushed. His dick was slick, but it was still enormous. Annie and Sharon had told us they'd only taken up anal intercourse in the last few days. I imagined the pain Annie was feeling as her son forced his fat instrument into her tiny tight asshole. Her sleek muscled body went rigid; her bright green eyes glazed over.

Andy pushed the over-sized head of his prick past his mother's sphincter, eliciting a sensual pop as he forced it through the outer ring of Annie's asshole. Three inches of his meat were shoved into her shitter. The blonde beauty must have felt as if her insides were crammed full of fuck-meat. He sank further into her butthole - her asshole's natural lubricants replaced the cunt cream on his cock - spearing and spreading her guts

As he buried his cock in his mother's beautiful hard ass Andy jeered. "You love it, don't you Mom? I'm gonna give you every hard inch. And then I'll fuck you silly."

The muscles that ringed Annie's asshole expanded, stretched, resisted, then capitulated.

"Tell me you love it," he said, as he buried the last two inches in her backside, his balls nestled in the crack of her pussy. "Tell me you love it, mother."

Annie was breathing hard, concentration evident on her face, her conscious mind consumed, near overwhelmed, by the sensations in her rump. Then, remarkably, she locked her jaw and flexed the muscles of he abdomen and butt, clamping down, massaging the redwood jammed in her back side. She started to move, undulating against the tool.

"I love it," she gasped. She twitched and shuddered. Pleasure overrode the pain on her face. Annie, savoring the conflicting sensations, let us know there was no cock-hungry bitch more cock-hungry than she. "Andy, I love your big, sweet prick fucking my asshole!"

Andy played to the audience. "Keep it up Mama! Squeeze your asshole around my cock. Show these nice people what a fuck machine Steven and I've turned you into. Squeeze your tight hot ass around my cock."

Annie, the focus reflected in her countenance, continued working her strong abdominal and ass muscles on a prick that must have felt like a baseball bat shoved into her backside. And each time she flexed the muscles of her ass, tremors of pleasure flowed through her body, causing her cunt to spasm. 

Slowly at first, but gaining speed, Steven began fucking his cock in and out of his mother's clasping asshole. Cindy and I, Steven and Sharon: all stared in fascination at the spot where they joined together; her straining shitter tightening and relaxing around the huge cock pummeling her gut.

Then, without warning, Andy stopped, leaving only the head of his instrument inside Annie's ass. She groaned in disappointment and tried to push back, but Andy, employing his strength and superior leverage, held her in place. 

She knew what he wanted to hear. She looked over her shoulder. "Please son, fuck my ass."

Steven complied, slamming his cock back into her ravaged asshole in a single sharp motion. Ann screamed, tossed her head from side to side, shook uncontrollably. Steven fucked her hard and fast, hammering her tiny shitter. Every muscle in Ann's amazing body was tight and taut as her son tore into her asshole. She bucked and moaned and thrashed, absorbing everything he gave her. Her body was covered with a sheen of glistening sweat and her crotch soaked with juice. She was no longer a rational human-bring; she had only two functions, to give pleasure, to receive pleasure: happy pleasure, joyful pleasure, brutal pleasure, painful pleasure.

Annie groaned. Her clit was on fire and her mind grew fuzzy; lust subdued all her senses. She loved the feel of her son's cock buried in her rump, loved the smell and sound of their intermingled bodies, loved fucking freely and openly, loved doing it before old and new friends. 

My sister urged Andy on, "Fuck her, Andy, fuck your cock up her asshole until it comes out her mouth, tear your mother apart with your dick."

Annie trembled and her son fucked her even harder. Annie felt as if she might split in two as he rammed every inch of his wonderful member in her asshole.

But, somehow, Annie kept going and urged him on. "Fuck me, keep fucking me."

Andy entangled his fingers in her short blonde tresses, holding her head in place. Annie's asshole and cunt spasmed in time with Andy's penetrations; slippery fuck juice covered her quivering thighs. And still, somehow, they went on; Andy hammering into Annie's ass; Annie, dropping down to her forearms, using the leverage to push into the invading cock. 

They continued, they were ferocious. Then Annie cried out and Andy, digging his fingers into her torso, pulled her back into him. She was coming. Her body, pushed to its limits, shook through a series of powerful spasms. Her clit buzzed wildly; she fucked back against her son; her tight ass cheeks quivered with tension and excitement; her muscular legs vibrated.

And still Andy was unrelenting, driving his cock in and out of his mother's ass. Annie bounced from orgasm to orgasm, her asshole clamped down on Andy's cock. He had to use all of his considerable strength to force his cock through the vice like grip. It was all too much. His eyes rolled back in his head and he screamed, "Fuck me, Mama," pulling his mother onto his cock as he plunged into her asshole. He shouted, "Squeeze your magnificent ass mama-whore-slut."

Annie screamed, buried her face in her forearm, raised herself on her hands, "Fuck me! Hurt me, fuck me, hurt me, fill me with cum."

Andy grunted from deep inside his chest and came, unloading the broth of his balls in the dark recesses of his mother's rectum. Annie yelped as the slimy stuff filled her; every muscle in her spent body taut as overpowering lust coursed through her. Her eyes glazed with passion and her big tits, the nipples fat and hard, swayed under her body. Andy continued blasting a second, then third, load of sperm into his mother's ass. Exhausted, Andy dropped to the floor, his cock sliding effortlessly from his mother's dilated asshole.




Moms at the Beach Ch. 07



Still, Annie wasn't done. She reached for her clit, attacked it, desperate to soothe the burning itch still vibrating through her body. She came again, came madly: her clit wriggled like a worm on a fish hook, her cunt clamped down, her juice flowed in waves, her ass chute did a jittery little dance, craving Andy's now absent cock. She fell forward and squirmed on the floor as she worked her clit. Her orgasms kept going, like an endless electric current looping through her body, driving her to higher and higher planes of excitement. 

And then, finally, she was still. Andy's jism dripped from her clasping asshole, merging with the fuck juice smeared over her thighs. Sweat covered her body. She purred, "So nice, so fucking nice."

I was awestruck. We'd asked these talented mothers and sons to put on a fuck show and they'd exceeded expectations. Cindy, however, was already moving on to the next thing. She crawled over to Annie, whose chest was rising and falling with her labored breathing, and licked the crevice of Annie's ass.

I looked at Sharon, who was laying on the floor, her head on her son's legs. Her pussy was dense with her juice and Steven's seed. Cindy had a point, it was too good to waste.

"I'm going to make a meal of you, neighbor," I whispered and slithered between Sharon's long, shapely legs. I rubbed my face against the outer folds of her pussy, brushed my skin against the warm folds of her cunt-flesh, nudged my nose between the swollen folds of her labia, drawing the air into my lungs, enjoying the heavy odor of cunt saturated with a man's cum. The aroma made my head swim. I took a tiny nip at the skin on her right inner thigh. She gasped, bucking her ass off the floor and into my face.

I backed off for a moment and ran my tongue over the silky pussy hair, then licked lower, directing my attention to Sharon's thighs. She uttered a single small moan. I followed the tendons back to the edge of her pussy and rubbed my palm on her cunt-lips. I whisked my tongue back down her legs while continuing to work Sharon's pussy with my hand, sometimes quick, sometimes slow, sometimes rubbing her cunt mound, sometimes focusing on select pieces of pussy-flesh.

I felt the flow of her cream grow heavy and lifted my head and flicked my tongue over Sharon's cunt lips, then poked a finger inside her. Sharon's hips bucked. Gently, teasingly, I drew my tongue over her re-heating pussy. I wiggled my finger inside her. Prompted by the sounds of Ann's moans, I dragged a finger along Sharon's ass crack and played with the opening of her anus. She squirmed in delight.

I picked up the pace, nipping Sharon's thighs with my teeth, washing my tongue over her pussy, sucking her cunt-lips into my mouth, plunging a finger into her hole, strumming her clit with my fingertips. I stuck another finger in her pussy and swished them back and forth. Sharon gasped, driving the swampy mound into my mouth. I drove my tongue inside her burning snatch, feasting on the mix: Steven's cum and her juice, now re-freshed as she moved up the mountain.

Sharon's hand cupped the back of my head. I moved forward and heard Annie, "God, yes, Cindy. Your tongue feels sooooooo good. Eat my pussy, pinch my nipples. Fuck yes. I'm getting close, drive me crazy wonder girl."

Inspired, I attacked Sharon's clit, whipped my tongue over it, pulled at it with my lips, lashed it, sucked it into my mouth, slapped it with my tongue. My tongue came from every conceivable direction at every possible speed. I pulled and fondled her cunt-lips; I spiked two fingers inside the humid depths of her hole, dragged them out, scratched and teased her pussy-lips, visited her g-spot, then plunged them into the depths of her twat.

Sharon was moaning in delight. Her shrill calls mingled with those of her best friend, who was at the mercy of my sister's mouth. Sharon thrashed and wiggled. I glanced up; Steven's hands now covered his mother's large tits, rolling the nipples between his fingers. 

Sharon started whining, an incipient orgasm battering its way through her well-fucked, squirming, sweat-soaked body. She held me tight and rubbed her leaking pussy over my face. She pushed her hips into my face. Tiny orgasms flared through her pussy.

Sharon's voice was thick with lust. "Ohhh, so good, baby. Suck my cunt! Your mouth is so good."

Sharon was gyrating on my tongue, humping my face frantically, driving and smearing her dripping cunt over my mouth and chin. Streams of cunt-cream rolled down her thighs and puddled on the floor. I whipped my tongue over her stiff thick clit, bathing it with my spittle.

Then Annie's voice echoed off the walls. "YES! YES! CINDY. YES, FUCK MY ASS WITH YOUR TONGUE. OH SHIT, YES. FUCK MY PUSSY WITH YOUR FINGERS. FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME YOU HORNY INCESTUOUS LESBIAN SLUT! SHIT-FUCK, OH FUCK YES, I AM SO FUCKING COMMMIIINNNNNGGGGGGGG!"

Hearing this Sharon went off. The orgasms that had blazing through her sensuous body united into one ultimate overwhelming climax. Her nostrils flared, her head bounced on her son's leg. She was consumed by the powerful sensations shaking her body. Cunt-juice gushed from her fuck-hole, thick and copious and drenching my happy waiting face. I sucked the cream down my throat, let it run over my cheeks, up my nose. The thick sticky goo even reached my ears. All I could see or taste or smell or feel was pussy. I'd entered a world composed only of steaming hot cunt.

Finally Sharon stopped shaking and lay still. I took my face from her pussy, wiped away some of the liquid with my forearm. Her eyes were closed, sheer contentment shone on her face. I lay next to her, my head also on her son's legs. She clasped my hand, entangled our fingers, and said, in a voice barely audible, "Thank you, that was wonderful."

I looked across the room. Annie was cuddled in Cindy's arm in the spoon position, Annie's flushed face a happy testament to my sister's talents.

* * * *

I heard the baby crying. My husband's arm lay across my body: I love this feeling. Steven's strong body next to mine in the morning, his heartbeat on my back. Cindy and I had flown in on a red-eye. I was beat. I was about to ask Steven to bring Sophie, our daughter, for her morning meal, but he was a step ahead of me. He kissed the back of my head and said, "Don't worry honey, I'll get her."

As he sat up I heard someone coming down the hall. Sophie had stopped crying. The door opened and my mother stepped in, my daughter's mouth fastened to her breast, happily consuming the day's first meal. Sharon's hair was pulled back into a pony tail and she had the look of someone not long out of bed, but she was so beautiful, her already ample breasts swollen with milk, her belly distended with my husband's child. The birth date was less than a month away. She sat beside me on the bed, looking down at her granddaughter. Her face shone with happiness.

"Do you want to finish?" she asked.

I looked at Sophie. She seemed perfectly content, but I wanted to feed her and my breasts, loaded with milk, throbbed. I sat up and leaned back into my husband's body. He wrapped an arm around me. I brought my daughter to my breast.

As she sucked Steven kissed the side of my head. "How did it go at the conference?"

Cindy and I had turned our dissertations into a book about slang, entitled (I'll admit to a certain lack of imagination) Slang. It had been well received and then, somewhat to our surprise - it was our first book - been selected by Choice Reviews as an outstanding academic title for the year. We were for the moment hot. Cindy was an assistant professor at U-Mass Lowell and I at U-Mass Amherst, but it was our dream to teach on the same faculty in Boston, where the six of us lived. After the conference last night we had a long conversation with the department chair at Brandies, who seemed very interested. We had also been contacted by Harvard and MIT.

Cindy and I had directly addressed one, unspoken, concern of all potential employers, that our husbands were undergraduate students. Both were graduating that year, having finished their course work in three years. Steven was headed to MIT's graduate program for chemical engineering; Andy was entering the same school's business program. It shouldn't be a problem.

How had we accomplished so much? We had full time help. When I announced I was pregnant Annie and Sharon agreed to move to Boston to take care of the child. The move came just in time for Annie. She was carrying Andy's child and was only a few weeks shy of displaying her own baby bump. 

Sophie had fallen back asleep; her face nuzzled against my breast. She was beautiful. In the midst of a dream she squirmed against my chest. A drop of milk appeared on my nipple.

Sharon noticed. "Got some left?"

"Yeah, they really reved up when I heard Sophie crying."

Steven took Sophie from me, laying her in the bassinet by the bed. Sharon reached for my breast and stroked my nipple. Another drop of milk appeared. Sharon caught it on her fingertip and brought it to her mouth. When my other breast leaked in sympathy, she did the same.

I sat up, Sharon lay against some pillows, wrapped her hands around the base of my left breast, and gently squeezed. Several streams of milk shot out and Sharon started suckling. She moved her head to my other breast and repeated the process, helping to relieve the pressure in my breasts. Her eyes were full of radiant joy. 

My mother had, as long as she remembered, found something fascinating and arousing about a woman lactating. After she fed Steven as a child she'd often retreat to her room for a desperate masturbation. One night, at the beginning of my eighth month of pregnancy, she confessed those feelings to all of us. We'd been exploring them ever since.

It felt wonderful. I leaned back into a pillow. Her mouth was gentle and sweet; my loins were heating up. It was the weekend and the day wide open. 

The moment was interrupted. Several sets of footsteps were coming down the hall. Andy entered first, carrying his son Adam, the child Annie had given birth to five months after Sophie was born. Cindy was behind him, her body thickened, the birth of her and Andy's child five months off. Annie brought up the rear. I studied her naked body. Remarkably, while I was still carrying baby fat from my pregnancy, Annie was as trim and fit as she'd been the day she'd conceived. God, she turned me on.

Sharon looked up. My milk was smeared on her cheeks and chin. 

Cindy sat on the bed next to Steven, said good morning, and kissed him on the lips. He ran his hand gently over her belly. "So you and Andy gonna tell? Boy or girl?"

Cindy glanced at her husband, who was laying Adam in the bassinet beside Sophie. He nodded no. I could see that Cindy agreed. "Nope. There has to be a few secrets in this house."

Meanwhile Annie had walked around the bed. She leaned over and kissed Sharon, enjoying the lingering taste of my milk on her best friend's mouth. 

Steven, watching them, said, "Mom, Aunt Annie, who'd of guessed you two have a fetish for breast milk."

Annie, holding Sharon's hand in her own, answered for both of them. "Why not. Your mother and I are soul mates, we share everything else, including," her eyebrows arched, "our sons and daughters."

The truth was that it was not just them. I was developing my own fetish. I loved it when Sharon fed on my milk-laden breasts. And Steven, although he had yet to admit it, liked watching it almost as much as I liked doing it. I reached for his erection.

Cindy turned to me. "Did you tell everyone how it went last night?"

"No, got distracted." While I played with my husband's penis Cindy and I related last night's success: the selection of our book by Choice, the discussions with Brandeis, the card left by Harvard's department chair, the enthusiastic comments by the contingent from MIT.

"Would it be a problem, you teaching at MIT while we're students there?" Andy asked.

"No, you'd be grad students in totally different departments," I replied.

Sharon then added, "We are so proud of you two. Your parents would've been so too."

I smiled at the thought of Mom and Dad; they would have been, as they always were, our biggest fans. They'd also had loved the new family we'd built; heck, they'd have happily joined in. The thought was nostalgic, and arousing. Cindy, Sharon and Annie, Steven and Andy were great, but nobody could outfuck Mom and Dad. 

I was not the only one having such thoughts. Annie kissed my husband while I continued to traipse my hand up and down his cock. I took a firmer hold and twisted my hand around the base. Steven moaned into Cindy's mouth. I heard a soft whimper. Annie and Sharon were kissing, their tongues playing against each other. 

Cindy's hand joined mine on Steven's cock. She wrapped two fingers and a thumb around the head while I fisted his shaft. Cindy bent and kissed his thigh. Cindy's mouth moved up to his balls in a series of nips, then sucked each one between her sweet seductive lips. I couldn't see much, but Steven's happy sounds let me know all I needed to. He stroked her short hair as she kissed and licked up his shaft.

I slipped a hand under my sister to cup a breast. I pulled on her nipple. She shivered and gasped, then rotated her body, giving me better access. I released my husband's dick and reached for the V between Cindy's legs, which was covered by dense pubic hair, feeling the moist heat radiating from her pussy. Cindy spread her legs.

As I did so Steven gasped; Cindy had taken his prick in her mouth, pushed down, locked her lips around his shaft, then pulled back while she sucked. She repeated the process until half his cock was buried in her mouth. What she didn't swallow she worked with her fist. 

I rubbed my sister's pussy and she moved her hips in a tight little pattern, forcing her sex against my hand. I slipped a finger into her humid soupy cunt. She moaned into Steven's cock and thrust onto my finger. I added a second and started fucking her in a rhythm matched her cocksucking.

"Uuunnnnnhhhhhhhh," Steven moaned. Whenever he got close to coming Cindy would slip him out of her mouth and lick the shaft, ensuring it was slick for her hand before sucking on his balls and then popping him back into her mouth. She was breathing heavily, moaning around Steven's tool. Her pussy was saturated with juice. When next she pulled her mouth from Steven's cock she said to me, "Mmmmmm, sweetie, your fingers feel so good, you're going to make your horny little sister come." 

She licked the head of my husband's cock, then asked me, "Do you want me to come?" 

"Oh yeah, you sweet little slut, I want you to come, I want to make you come," I replied.

Then Cindy said to Steven, "How about you brother, do want you to come? Do you want to blow your wad into my mouth while your wife fingers me? I'd like that, I'd like to eat your cum."

Cindy didn't wait for an answer. She put the shaft back in her face and sucked with increasing speed. Her head bounced up and down, her cheeks sunk in, saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth. I pounded my fingers in her cunt; the vibrations of her delighted moans on Steven's cock helping drive my husband over the edge.

It was all too much., Steven gasped, then came. Cindy joined him a second or two later, gulping down his first load of cum before tearing her mouth from his shaft with a sharp joyous cry. Still, she kept pumping Steven's cock. He shot a second, then a third load, which geysered into the air, landing on Cindy's face and hair, then sliding down to her breast and stomach.

I looked to Andy. He was standing by the bed stroking his cock, enjoying the show. I ran a hand over my ass and caressed my anus. Juices were flowing down my anal crevice. I pushed a finger into my rump and ran a finger over my clit, then dug a couple of fingers into my vagina. My pussy clamped down; I was closing in on an orgasm.

Andy saw me staring and stepped to the edge of the bed. I twisted toward him , folding my legs behind his ass, locking him in place. He curled his fingers around his cock and stroked. His tool was directly above my pussy. I reached down, spread my pussy lips with one hand, rubbed my clit with the other. I inserted one, then two, then three fingers into my cunt. A white frothy liquid pooled around my hand, the musky smell of my sex filtered up, filling our nostrils.

Steven and Cindy, for the moment, were content to watch. Annie and Sharon masturbated, their hands pressed to other's pussy. 

Andy's hand flashed up and down his cock. I could see his balls retracting, he was ready to come. I said, "Oh Andy, you have such beautiful cock. So hard and strong. Stroke it for me, baby. Stroke it for your sister, your Mom, stroke it for Aunt Sharon. You're driving me crazy. My pussy is on fire. I want you inside me, but first I want you to come on me. Cover me with your sperm, bathe me with your spunk, drown me in it, come on me like my husband came on your wife. Oh, please, please, PLEASE, please."

Accompanied by a loud guttural groan, he stiffened. The first glob of his cum hit me in the face, the rest fell across my heaving body and then I exploded. I closed my eyes, focusing on the thrills pulsating through me. I shuddered, shook, wiggled, moaned, before coming to a rest. Somewhere in the distance I heard Annie and Sharon whimpering, as they joined me in this heavenly state.

For long minutes there was only heavy breathing.

I came back to reality when I felt a finger on my skin. It was Cindy. She was capturing the cum on my face and sucking it from her fingertip. I joined her, feasting on the globs of spunk on my breasts. Then I saw my husband's seed drying on Cindy's left breast. I gave her my best lusty smile, leaned over, and licked it off, giving her nipple a little nip with my teeth.

I wanted more. I pushed my sister onto her back, licked a drop of cum from her belly button, and worked my way down. I forced her legs apart and my tongue disappeared into her slit. She offered no resistance, grabbing what she could of my short hair and holding me tight to her pussy. I alternated, cunt to clit; her gasps turned into a long gurgle. I dug my tongue into her cunt, felt it pulsate, enjoying the contrast of her powerful dark odor and sweet light taste. I moved away, blew a stream of air over her pussy, watched her cunt blossom, the light inner pink skin unfolding before me. I tongue fucked her, then took her clit in my mouth.

Cindy writhed and moaned; she was getting close. I pushed a finger inside her, dragged it along the roof of her pussy, worked her inflamed g-spot. She gasped, "Oh, yessss!" and drove her snatch into my face so my nose was imbedded in her gut. I sucked her clit into my mouth, holding it with my lips while bashing it with my tongue, then nibbled it with my teeth. That was what she needed; it triggered her climax. She gushed a milky fluid and her pussy vibrated against my face.

After drinking down her cum I rolled away and opened my eyes. Steven, my husband, was laying on his back. Sharon, his mother, eight plus months pregnant with his baby, was straddling his legs, moving forward.

"I want to be on top honey, I want to control the movements, make sure everything is okay."

Steven teased. "Why Mom? The doctor said you could fuck throughout your pregnancy?" 

"Well son, just making sure. She's not familiar with your oversized jack hammering dick, I mean, I assume. You haven't had her, have you?"

"Not yet mom." 

The doctor was a cutie. We had discussed inviting her over to play.

He smiled, took her hands in his, and said, "Come up here," helping her move her body and distended belly forward. Despite their rambunctious word play, they were careful, looking into each other's eyes, the love of mother and son evident. Soon his erection was sandwiched between his stomach and her pussy.




Moms at the Beach Ch. 07



"So, son, you want to..."

She pressed her pelvic bone to my husband's cock. Her juice covered his tool.

"I could be talked into it."

Sharon kissed her hand, then covered Steven's mouth with it. He kissed it. He ran his hands along her legs, which were folded under her, and along the sides of her pregnant belly, before grasping her hips and moving her upwards. With his help she raised herself, but was still having trouble getting his cock inside her. They were both unused to her pregnant body, which seemed to grow larger every day. She'd work his dick against her pussy lips, but it would slide off, sometimes to the side, sometimes lodging between her ass cheeks. 

A good daughter always makes herself useful. I got to my knees and reached for Steven's penis, squeezing the base, holding it straight as she pressed down against it. When she felt the tip between her pussy lips she muttered, "Uhh, uhh," and dropped down. Her cunt wrapped around the cockhead. Mother and son moaned as she lowered herself, absorbing about half his length.

Mesmerized, I ran a hand along my mother's stomach, feeling her soft warm skin, then kissed her, wrapping my tongue around hers.

Sharon started swaying atop her son. Their groins moved against each other, his thick penis swam inside her, caressing all the sensitive spots in her swollen birth canal. She reached behind her and took the scrunch from her hair, letting her blonde hair - it was longer than at any time that I'd known her - cascade down her back. 

Then she started talking, her tone hypnotic, as if she was in a trance.

"Thank you universe, thank you. Thank you for my son, thank you for making him my lover, thank you for his beautiful cock which is in my pussy, fucking me right now. Thank you for the baby growing inside me. My son's baby. Thank you for the milk that fills my breasts. Soon it will feed my daughter, now it feeds my grandson. Thank you for Lisa, my son's amazing brilliant beautiful wife, his lover, my lover, who is so sexy and generous. She shares her husband with me, she shares her sister with me, she shares the milk of her breasts with me. Thank you for Andy and Cindy, also my most exquisite lovers. And thank you for Annie, my best friend, my most wonderful lover, my soul-mate. Thank you for this blessed family."

Sharon began sliding up and down, taking the full length of my husband's cock inside her. Her pussy hugged the shape and contour of his dick. Steven took hold of her waist, helping her move. 

Milk began leaking from her nipples, spreading in a thin sheen across her breasts and stomach. Steven ran his hands up her side and gently massaged her tits, running his hands up and down, but avoiding the nipples. They began dripping in earnest, drops forming on her nipples and falling onto my husband's chest. Steven, using her thumbs and index fingers, rolled her nipples. Milk began pouring over his fingers, dripping onto his body. 

Sharon was panting, little mewling noises escaped from her. Her hands were fluttering. Then she gasped and groaned; she came.

She was no longer moving up and down, but grinding her crotch against Steven, running her clit over his hard stomach and strong pubic bone, creating as much friction and pleasure as possible. She looked incredible. So beautiful and sexy. She was a woman in all her magnificence, thick with child, breasts dripping, sometimes squirting milk, skin flushed a deep sensual red. She was sexuality incarnate, drawing all the pleasure possible from her and her son's bodies. 

Steven continued to work her breasts, rolling her nipples. He told his mother how beautiful she was, how sexy she was, how beloved she was. Sharon came again, the orgasm stronger than the one before.

I reached between my legs for my clit.

They kept going and I watched my husband struggle to forestall his orgasm as the floodgates opened for his mother. Juice spilled from her, covering my husband's groin, dripping down his thighs. Sharon came, came again, then again. Steven squeezed her full breasts, which sprayed a thin stream of milk. The sight was dirty, erotic, nasty, beautiful. Sharon ran her fingers through the stream and brought them to her mouth as her son's glorious cock made her come and come and come as it slipped and slid inside her pussy. I thought how perfect they looked together, my husband's magnificent physique molding itself perfectly to my mother's pregnant belly.

Sharon turned and looked at me with dreamy eyes, mouthing the words, "Thank you." I kissed her lips. Our tongues met and danced; I grabbed her breast and pinched the nipple; she pushed two knowing fingers into my wet hole. Her thumb went to my clit. Steven's grunting and Sharon's gasping confirmed they were as close as I. We kept going and a three-way rhythm developed as we all approached what promised to be a breathtaking congruence of familial pleasure and passion. 

Sharon ended our kiss and moaned, "Uhhh, oh god I'm gonna cum!" Her back curved; her whole body tensed. Steven, grunting in sharp bursts, jerked into her in short frantic stabs. Rainbow colors, in indeterminate shapes flashed though my mind. 

Sharon's moans became louder, more intense and then, their hips grinding into each other, Sharon and Steven let out a simultaneous, "Um-hmm." Sharon pinched my clit hard and my pussy spurted onto her palm. She gasped, then moaned, then murmured, "Fuck," as another climax ignited within her as Steven came and filled her pregnant belly with his copious sperm. His thighs quivered, he gasped and groaned. The tension that had mounted within them devolved into waves of deep, initially violent, then languid, pleasure.

I helped Sharon, now exhausted, off him. Juice and sperm dripped from her onto his twitching cock. I reached for his tool, stroked it gently, marveling, as I had a thousand times before, at the beauty and strength of my husband's penis. Sharon lay down next to me, gasping and moaning, burying her face into a pillow. Her hand drifted down and idly played with the lips of her pussy. 

I closed my eyes and lay down nest to her, savoring the feelings bubbling within me. My husband cuddled up to me. We lay together, our arms draped across each other. Life was so good.

Then I heard Cindy's voice. "That was so hot."