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A Woman in Hardware Ch. 01

By: phsssst



Helen’s thoughts drifted to her son. He was eighteen years old when things started to happen. His gangly body, just starting to fill out, was far too tall for the weight it carried. Girls found him a bit awkward; consequently, he was extremely shy. Painfully so. He could barely talk without stammering while his adrenaline levels increased with his fear. A few girls told him he had potential, but seemed unwilling to wait for it to blossom. He had been told he looked like his dad who had died years ago and he often looked at a picture of his father hoping he would indeed look like him some day. He hadn't realized that day was fast approaching. Chris Anderson was his father's name and his too, since Helen had named him after her dead husband. Chris Sr. had died so young while saving the life of another in an industrial accident. That accident forced the company to pay Helen enough to raise her children and she worked at a local hardware store to earn money for the extras. In time, she moved into management at headquarters downtown and often worked late. Helen became a career woman, no longer needing that kind of money but enjoying the work, with little time other than that she spent with her children.

It was no mischance Helen was an incredibly attractive woman. She knew full well it was her attractiveness that had successfully won Chris Sr. from the bevy of beauties who swarmed around him in his youth. With sadness, Helen realized her son was not enjoying similar success; she didn’t understand her husband had gone through the same pain before she met him. Chris Sr.’s gentleness and unassuming disposition came from that time in his life and had been one of the reasons Helen was so attracted to him. One of the consequences her children suffered was not having their dad to explain his own problems while growing up.

Chris' older sister, Jill, had blossomed rapidly at puberty. She grew into her femininity and with such exquisite beauty that no man from six to one-hundred failed to notice. If he breathed, he wanted her. Jill’s genetic endowments came from both her tall, handsome father and her equally beautiful mother. Unfortunately, this brought out the high school males who had more brawn than brain and the corresponding high personal opinion. Their constant groping, innuendo and general harassment frightened and embarrassed Jill. It caused a change in her. She went from one of the most popular, vivacious girls in the school to one of the most dowdy. At one time, Jill had put her contemporaries to shame with dress and manner. Now, she scurried through the hall in clothes that hid her figure; her arms tightly folded across her bosom to hide it from those same self-described "God’s gift to women".

The harassment slowly changed her personality. What happened to Jill was a condemnation of the entire male subspecies. Sadly, the very ones who caused her grief were also too stupid to notice her withdrawal. They drifted away when Jill’s sexuality was put under wraps and further exacerbated the problem by demonstrating that her tactic was successful. Her loneliness multiplied. Jill didn't want to discuss this with her highly stressed mother whose time seemed so limited lately. Instead, she turned to her brother Chris, crying on his shoulder in her loneliness and humiliation. They became best friends and loved each other strongly as brother and sister. They both felt they had similar problems. In his youth, Chris didn’t understand that what had been done to his sister, albeit unintentionally, had more severe long-term consequences than his own innate shyness. Helen felt idle hands were the Devil's hands, so they both worked odd jobs in the community. Their meager wages allowed the occasional show like the one they now attended together, forsaking the pain of dating. Meals out together became times of pleasure for them. Jill began to use her younger brother as her only confidant. She relayed all of her problems to him and with surprising maturity, Chris attempted to console, help or joke, depending on the situation.

Their next-door neighbor provided Chris with a steady diet of chores: lawn and garden one day, Mr. Fix-It the next, painter the next. She was an incredible lady; forty years old, but she had a swing to her step that suggested twenty. Miss Sue Wright often took his mother to the local gym to work out, as she was religious about it and attended five times a week. It certainly put a bounce in her walk that Chris noticed. She wasn't a sexual fantasy. She was simply the very pretty, out-going, funny next-door neighbor that had him laughing all the time. She was fun to be near, constantly observing the funnier side of life, pointing out the foibles of fellow humans as well as her own, all without rancor. When she wasn't joking with him or at work, she exercised on her machines and maintained a trim figure normally seen only in the young.

As summer began, Sue noticed Chris' body was beginning to fill out. She saw a gorgeous hunk of man emerging. Her excellent heath and constant exercise fueled a sexual appetite she loved to satisfy. She began to notice the boy next door in a new light. He might be young, but only slightly off-limits. She changed her dress and deportment and in his presence, became more sexually explicit in her body language. She brought him cool drinks while he worked; yet, he didn’t notice her dress became skimpier, showing her more-than-adequate feminine charms. Women never noticed Chris, so he never noticed the changes in Sue. This frustrated her to no end. She was used to getting men, so his lack of interest intrigued her. She was determined to have that boy.

One day, when Chris was painting the outside of her home, she brought him a cool drink dressed in her skimpiest bikini. He showed absolutely no reaction. However, he had stripped off his shirt and stood there in shorts, his head thrown back drinking. The perspiration streaming over his washboard stomach caused her nipples to harden. Damn that boy! What was a girl to do? She waited until he was painting her exercise room window frames before beginning a workout, still wearing the bikini. She spread her legs and thrust up with her hips trying to show off, but the paintbrush didn't slow down. She gyrated, heaved, thrust and pulled; doing everything in her exercise arsenal that might be taken sexually, yet the paintbrush continued.

Trying to make it appear an accident, she hooked her bikini strap against the workout bench, stuck out her chest and forced the strap. It worked beautifully. Her bikini top sprang from her body, revealing her abundant charms. Sue stood, grabbed a towel and wiped the perspiration from between her pendulous breasts. Catching him in the periphery of her vision, she saw the paintbrush had finally stopped. There he stood, a wild animal caught in the headlights of a car, his eyes riveted on her breasts. She continued to wipe and made sure they bounced and jiggled with her motions. Finally, she turned and left the room. She had his full attention. There may have been an extra sway to her bottom, but even she wasn’t sure.

He was stunned. They were fantastic. They were also surprising. In his fantasies, he’d never considered a woman's nipples would be lower than his own. He always thought they’d be in the same place on everyone’s chest. Her nipples appeared to be a full inch below his, because her breasts were quite large. They were so white and a dramatic contrast to her dark tan. The sight caused an immediate physical change. Things became so tight; he had to adjust. That night, Sue was his sexual fantasy and in his mind, he reviewed her breasts again and again. The next day, he told his sister what he had seen, confiding in her as she had confided in him. Chris didn't realize he was treading in a minefield of emotions, emotions she didn't know she possessed.

Sue was a woman of the world. When she walked out of the room, she fully realized a night of thinking would only kindle his desire to see more. That was exactly what she wanted as she waited and watched him paint the house the next day. By one o’clock, he was thoroughly hot and sweaty, so she invited him in to enjoy a cool drink. As she looked at him across the table, she understood this boy's body did things for her; things she'd dreamt of in bed while draining her batteries.

“Did you enjoy what you saw yesterday?” she asked, her voice coming out lower, softer, sultrier than expected. This boy really affected her. “Don't worry,” she said, as he remained silent and too frightened to speak. “You saw what I wanted you to see and hope you want to see again. Are you old enough not to speak of this to anyone?” He could only nod his head, his mouth too dry to speak. He started to pick up the glass to take a sip, but his hands shook so badly he had to set it down immediately. His mouth remained dry as she asked if he would like to see more. Again, he nodded. She stood, took his hand and led him to her bedroom. Her bottom came under his scrutiny for the first time; the muscles flexed and relaxed, swaying with the cadence of her walk. Until this moment, he hadn't noticed Sue’s beauty. She wasn’t his fantasy; she was the woman that made him laugh, his next-door neighbor. He wasn't laughing now. His mouth felt filled with the dust stirred by a thousand camels. He swirled his tongue, providing some relief and swallowing several times in the process. She turned and pulled off her tube-top; once again revealing her breasts to his gaze, this time close up and personal. Her voice was an octave lower when she asked again whether he liked what he saw. 

“Yes,” he croaked as one hand lifted, shaking like a leaf in the wind. 

Noticing his shaking hand, she consoled, “Don't worry, Honey. That's just your hormones playing with your body. I’m the first woman you've seen, aren't I?"

Without waiting for a reply, she took his trembling hand and placed it on her breast. Trying not to spook him, she casually explained what she liked when a man touched her breasts. She explained her nipples were very sensitive and she liked having them suckled. The areolas were also extremely reactive and were open to licking, touching, and sucking. “Sometimes,” she laughed, “I like having my whole breast sucked or at least as much as you can get in your mouth.” 

She stood before him; her breasts proudly on display to his sight and touch. They stood there, stripped to the waist, still in their shorts and underwear. He lifted one breast and marveled at its weighty softness, a full heaviness he loved. Sue placed a hand at the back of his head and brought his face close to her peaked nipple. He did the rest by opening his mouth and ingesting the nipple into warm, wet velvet that elicited a heavy sigh from Sue. The messages being sent to her twat and thighs were exquisite. “May I show you more?” she asked, waiting for the nod telling her to go ahead.

Stepping back, Sue sucked in her stomach and unbuttoned the top of her shorts. Slowly, she tugged the zipper allowing the flaps of the shorts to fall away. This permitted the top of her hairy pubes and the patch of semi-transparent black that formed part of her underwear to show. With a few wiggles of her hips, Sue dropped the shorts to the floor and stepped out. Her wide, flaring hips were exposed as well as a wisp of material, the tiniest thong she could find. The thong was more a cache de sex than underwear and she knew it enhanced her feminine curves.

Chris stood frozen; only his eyes moved, traversing her body. “God, your gorgeous,” he managed to gasp. 

This boy did things for her. Sue undulated to him, slowly pressing her body against his. Her breasts amorously pressed against his chest, her pelvis ground against the hardness she felt between their abdomens. He was still in his shorts. Wrapping him in her arms, she placed her lips against his testing with her tongue. When his mouth opened, she drove her tongue into his sweet mouth, still erotically circling her hips against his belly working the hardness between them. She allowed their lower regions to become slightly unglued as she unbuttoned the top of his shorts and pulled the zipper down. She shoved both shorts and boxers to the floor, grabbed his hardness and clamped it between her thighs before he had a chance to protest or react. Their kiss resumed as though it had never been interrupted only this time with a back and forth motion of her hips. Chris' hands nervously grasped her buttocks and pulled her up tight against him, his body shaking with tension. Her cache de sex was exceedingly wet from her fuck honey. Suddenly, he came between her legs, slathering her inner thighs with his warm spunk. She felt his spew with her fingertips and then looking him straight in the eye, sucked them clean. Oh, this boy did things to her.

She led him to her bed and he almost fell as his shorts caught around his ankles. She grabbed him, supported him, as they fell into bed together. They lay on their sides facing each other. Her hands encouraged him to explore her body. When he started to feel her up thoroughly, she left him to his own resources. First, he thoroughly explored her breasts. Then, hearing no protest from her, his hands wandered lower. The softness of her flesh, particularly above her pubic bush where the dome of a well-toned woman always existed, was exquisite. As his hand entered her beaver, she rolled to her back and spread her legs for him. His hand cupped her sex.

He was surprised by the dampness clinging to her cache de sex. For a moment, he thought it was perspiration; then understood, there was too much and it was sticky. He brought his hand to his mouth and tasted, for the very first time, the nectar of a woman in heat. She happily noted he was orally inclined, since she didn’t want to be with a man who found a woman's juices distasteful. It was time to get rid of the cache de sex, so she lifted her hips and he immediately understood. He slid the tiny thong under her rounded bum, down her long legs and off of her ankles. As the thong came off, her aroma became stronger. Chris’ fingers delved at her opening, scooped her fresh sweetness and brought it to his nose to smell; looking into her eyes, he licked it from his fingers. Good, he learned quickly. Oh, this boy did things to her.

As the older person, she felt it was again time for her to take the lead. She rolled him over onto his back and knelt beside him, watching his shaft lift with a pulse that matched his heartbeat. He was ready again. Oh, the recovery rate of an eighteen year old! Sue placed one knee beside his head then threw the other leg over him, facing his beautiful cock. She knelt with her sex totally exposed to his gaze. He hadn't realized an aroused woman presented differently than one with no interest. He had accidentally walked in on his mother and sister once or twice. There had been nothing to see except pubic hair. It had embarrassed, rather than aroused him and left him stammering out an apology as he backed out of the room. Chris now saw a totally aroused woman. The engorged outer lips spread to allow the swollen inner lips to emerge. The dewy moisture formed on them, while the whole ensemble radiated heat. Sue’s cunt needed his immediate attention He gripped her hips drawing her down to his face.

That touch; ah, Sue had waited for that touch. She collapsed onto his body, her breasts crushed against his abdomen, squeezing out on either side. Her hot mouth sucked in his dick as his tongue entered her folds. Chris found her taste was incredible. He licked and sucked trying to pull her delicious fuck honey into his mouth. Sue's body exploded on his tongue. He had difficulty holding her in place, so he wrapped his arms around her hips. Her hips writhed on his mouth. Her stomach muscles forced her sex onto his tongue. Her timing was off. She had planned to orgasm when he did in her mouth, but she had been played with too long and it overwhelmed her. God, he didn't even know where her clit was and she was coming like a virgin. She'd soon teach him where her clit was! Oh, this boy did things to her. 

Sue lay on top of him, his sex hard and rampant filling her mouth. She enjoyed the feeling of the head allowing the moisture forming in her mouth to run down his shaft. Her hand gently stroked his hard-on with her saliva. Her tongue swirled and checked the shape of the flesh she still craved, even after the crisis had calmed. Tranquil now due to her orgasm, she softly gave him what she thought of as a thorough cunt kiss. She thought of the similarities and differences of the two kisses; kisses only a sexually confident woman could skillfully bestow. She had enjoyed several cunt kisses in her time. Still, she knew a cunt kiss could be intoxicating, so she tried her best to make his first the most memorable. Sue gently pushed and gyrated her core firmly against his lips and felt his cock begin to thrust into her mouth with the tiniest of strokes. Though he was inexperienced, his consideration of her comfort made for an extremely good lover.

Sue increased the speed of her strokes, sucking with an intensity that hollowed her cheeks. He removed his mouth from her sex lips and groaned that he was coming. With her body, she returned his message. That was exactly what she wanted, so she clamped her sex against his mouth as her strokes increased in vigor. The taste of male suddenly erupted into her mouth satisfying a craving that a lusty woman has for a man. As she spun around to kiss him with her mouth mixing his taste with her own, she made the decision as to whether she would fuck him or train him. Her lust was overpowering, but her maturity won out. Training would pay future dividends. This was too incredible to do only once.

Sue put her arms around him, holding him to her, and rolled over on her back taking him with her. She drove her tongue deeply into his mouth. His hands were on her buns pushing her pelvis against his. “Sugar,” she crooned softly, “I want you to look carefully between my legs and kiss me there, remembering there is only one thing I like better than a tongue in me.” 

She spread her legs as he moved into a position where he could examine her most intimate charms. As he lay between her legs, she slid both hands down her body until they rested on her inner thighs. A finger from each hand on her engorged outer lips pulled both further apart. Wantonly, Sue thrust upwards bringing her ass off the bed and indicting with her body her desire to have more contact with him. Then, settling back on to the bed and holding her outer cunt lips fully apart, she began to explain in her most steamy voice where she wanted his tongue to touch her. With one finger or another, she occasionally pointed to a new location where she wanted his tongue, slowly bringing his attention to the top of her crevice where the hood no longer hid her swollen clit. She told him to take note of how a woman moved her body; those movements are the clue as to where and how to touch her next. She showed him her bud and explained in detail its function; how she liked it teased, but always saved for last and measured by his read of her body. Chris finally placed his tongue on her nub and Sue knew she was going to explode into her second orgasm of the day. Her hips bucked upwards, over and over against his tongue, her hands still in place. As she came, she slowed her pussy’s gyrations; shuddering continually as her climax subsided.

Sue was training Chris to be a virtuoso and he was learning to play her like a fine instrument. She knew it would take many more lessons, and she was willing to give him those lessons, but the foundation had been laid. Now, she needed her fucking. She had been patient, but her body craved his cock. At this point, she had very little control over her actions. If they continued, it would be to fuck. A wicked portion of her mind reminded her she had earned his virginity and she would have it. She still took time to inquire about his fantasies, to ask how he liked to make love to a woman. He replied describing the missionary position. As he grew older, she knew he would change his mind; perhaps preferring to lay back and watch a woman’s breasts bounce, her hips sending his cock deep into her cunt.


A Woman in Hardware Ch. 01



She acquiesced to his desires. With both hands, Sue gripped his face, still between her legs. She brought him to her mouth as her tongue probed deeply. Chris felt her soft body melt against him as he kissed her; his prick nudged her sex. One hand left his face, grasped his hard, very erect shaft and centered him. She gently introduced him into the mouth of her snatch and the lips stretched around his girth. The hair on her outer lips became thinner as her skin stretched, allowing him entrance. His rod was immersed in fluid velvet. Chris pushed forward, beginning the motions that would send them both into ecstasy. Her stomach muscles replied, curling her heat onto his shaft and allowing him greater access

The motions of sex had begun. He probed deeply, stretching her to accommodate him. Their motions became more frantic and the build up of tension began. She felt on fire, her hips bucking up at his onslaught. He felt engulfed in a hot sea, rocked with waves that were beginning to overcome him, as he tried to sink himself deeper into the succulence that lay under him. She began to moan, growing louder with each thrust. With a final clench of her stomach muscles, she went over the abyss; falling, moaning into waves of ecstasy she had not enjoyed since she had been much younger. With a final heave, he thrust deep and expelled his seed with a force that beat against her cervix splashing it with his essence. Sweat poured from bodies that shook from their climaxes sending pleasure-filled hormones ripping through them. Oh, that boy did things for her.

Sue finally glanced at the bedroom clock. It was after six; his mom would be home soon. She was astonished. Who could believe that what had seemingly started moments ago was, in fact, four hours ago. With a kiss and a promise of more, she sent him on his way, but cautioning him about his behavior around other people. She went outside to close the paint tin and discard the paintbrush that had dried in the sun.



A Woman in Hardware Ch. 02



Chris went home with a song in his heart and a smile on his lips. He looked forward to the next day. At the dinner table he was monosyllabic, his thoughts on what he considered to be the most fantastic day of his life. For the third time, Jill asked him to pass the sugar and her voice was laced with a certain amount of sarcasm brought on by his inattention. Helen noticed as well and asked where his mind was rambling. Chris then realized he wasn’t living up to the promises he had made to Sue. Therefore, he changed his behavior and paid close attention to his loved ones the rest of the night. Chris considered telling Jill what had happened, but something held his tongue. He knew he would tell her in the next few days. They told each other everything; but for now, he would keep his joy to himself. Maybe that was why he hadn’t confided in her; his overwhelming joy that he was screwing his vivacious, funny, sexy neighbor when Jill had no outlet herself, no joy of her own to share with him. It hit him how drab his sister’s life had become. Chris promised himself he would pay even more attention to Jill. It was a promise that would become increasingly easy to keep in the next few days. He went to bed that night with thoughts of buns dancing in his head; glorious, fleshy buns whose muscles sent messages dancing directly to his genitals.

The next morning, Chris began painting Sue’s house again. He couldn’t find his old brush, so he stripped a new one out of its wrapper, beginning where he had left off yesterday. As he worked, he dreamed of yesterday’s activities hoping Sue would show up. Her comments as he left yesterday led him to believe he could expect more of the same. Still, he could enjoy her company, if she had a change of heart. Sue came out of her home around noon and asked, “Would you like lunch?” This was a change; he usually went home for lunch.

“I have something waiting at home,” Chris replied.

There was a strange look in her eye when she said, “I have some interior work I want you to perform.” Sue continued, her voice dripping with suggestion, “I was hoping you would… plunge right in after… eating out.” For a moment, Chris missed the innuendo. Then, it dawned on him.

“How deep would I have to plunge?”

Sue replied, “It’s a very penetrating job. You would have to use a tool to oil it.”

This sent them into gales of laughter. They didn’t realize they were behaving normally - for two lovers - finding humor in the silliest of comments. Chris decided that maybe he better have lunch with his neighbor. It sounded like a considerably more attractive offer than the sandwich waiting for him at home. Sue led him inside. When the door closed, she had him in her arms. Sue wriggled her body against his and kissed him deeply. Her arms around his neck; she pulled herself against him. She was a luscious bundle. Chris started to fondle her bottom, but Sue pulled away laughing, saying, “I promised you lunch and you’re going to get it.” With that, she pulled off her pants revealing a nude lower half. She climbed onto the kitchen table where he had been so frightened yesterday. Sue rolled onto her back and brought her bum to the edge of the table right in front of a chair. She pulled up her legs, so she could grab herself by the ankles. This fully exposed her slightly hairy sex. The semi-globes of her bum formed a most attractive tray to present her feast.

“Please sit and dine,” Sue said in a haughty manner as though they were in a high-class restaurant. Chris sat, admiring again the stunning beauty of a highly aroused female before leaning forward so his nose was just above her snatch.

He sniffed and inquired, “Did you cook this yourself or have it catered? It smells delicious!”

She giggled, claiming she had worked on it most of last night. It was a sly comment that sent them into gales of laughter. It suddenly went quiet as Chris began to eat what Sue described as a muffin sandwich. He found it to be an extremely tasty treat as his mouth was flooded with her nectar. He enjoyed rubbing her inner thighs with his hands and occasionally slid a finger into her wet pussy. Sue finally said, “I could let you eat me all day, but this table is getting mighty uncomfortable. We have a bed not twenty feet away.”

Chris apologized as he helped Sue from the table. She undulated her sexy ass down the hallway, stripping the rest of her clothes off as she went. He ripped off his shirt. As Chris entered the bedroom, he pulled down his jeans hopping along the floor as he tried to get a leg off. He finally had to sit on the edge of the bed to get his pants off. When he turned, he found Sue watching him with a tender look that begged to be kissed as she sat there. Chris took her in his arms and placed his mouth against hers. Their tongues entwined as he bore her down into the bed, reveling in her softness, her arms encircling his neck. Chris lay immersed in her exquisite flesh, not yet penetrating, enjoying where their bodies squeezed together.

“Tell me about this interior work,” Chris said.

Sue replied with a straight face, “I have a squeak in my pussy.”

“A squeak in your pussy?” he echoed.

“Yes, right here,” she replied sliding a finger in what now appeared to be a very wet pussy, “It’s very deep and I can’t seem to reach it. Would you have a tool that might help me out, kind Sir? I’m sure it needs to be oiled.” Chris kissed the smile on her face. Sue spread her legs and asked, “Could you look over the situation and possibly give me an estimate?”

After due consideration he said, “It’ll be a two minute job. I’ll do it as long as you clean the tool afterwards.”

“It better last a lot longer than two minutes,” she said laughingly.

Then, they were in each other’s arms again, kissing. Chris’ cock probed until Sue used a hand to place him where he belonged. It was a long, slow screwing. He rubbed his shaft against her swollen clit, each trying to maintain a high state of arousal without going over the edge; until, with mutual agreement, Sue rolled him over on his back. Sue began fucking him seriously; her succulent ass tightly gripped in his hands, while he watched her breasts bounce and sway with her ever-increasing movement. Sue started to moan as her cunt bore down. Chris already recognized the moans to be the signal she was close. He then pushed and pushed, feeling his own orgasm roll over him as he oiled her squeak.

The two of them remained holding each other for along time. Chris’ cock slowly shrank, finally being expelled out by the contractions of her sex. They snoozed for a while in post-coital bliss, then started touching each other. Slowly, they aroused themselves to wakefulness with little pushes and prods. Chris noticed a small gob of his semen leak from her cunt. He wiped it up with his fingers and threatened to rub it on her belly. Sue squirmed away from him giggling. He came after her, she tried to grab his cock and soon there was a mêlée of flying limbs as each tried to grab the other’s genitals without sacrificing their own. They wrestled, goosed and played. They descended into such gales of laughter that neither could grab the other. As they lay recovering their breath, Chris remembered the beautiful sight of flying breasts, withering hips, kicking legs and jiggling ass that his beautiful, sexy partner had presented in an afternoon of love. Sue remembered the laughter, love and playfulness. Oh, this boy really did things for her.

Sue noticed the afternoon had flown by again and sent him on his way after a long tongue-in-mouth kiss and body squeezes that promised of things to come. Once again, she went out to cover the paint and discard the brush. She chucked to herself thinking, 'I really have to cut this out. It's costing me a fortune in paintbrushes.' 

Chris arrived home to see Jill preparing dinner, so he pitched in to help, remembering his promise to himself to pay more attention to her. The family meal went better that evening with Chris paying attention to both of his beautiful women. After supper, Helen went to bed reminding them her monthly performance meeting was the following night. She probably wouldn’t be home until after midnight. Chris was left alone with Jill as they watched TV. He had no other confident, so he began telling her what had been happening the last couple of days. He explained the joy and fun he and Sue were having, but was not watching his sister’s face as waves of revulsion, horror, hatred and jealousy seethed through her. When Chris turned to look at her, she had a weak smile pasted on her face. Jill did not ask any questions. He felt his own sense of embarrassment rise as he told her the more intimate details. Chris didn’t pursue the conversation; disappointed they had not examined his joy together. Soon after, Jill left for her room; he followed to his.

When Sue caught up with Chris the following day, his first question was, “Where are the paintbrushes?” She explained how she had thrown them out. Chris said it wouldn’t happen again and she laughed, noting it had been her fault as much as his. Chris explained his mother wouldn’t be home until late. He told her he would like to finish the paint job and asked if they could get together after supper, so he could actually work a day. Sue laughed, replying she thought she could keep her hands off herself until then. However, if he didn’t hurry over after supper, there would be no guarantees. 


Chris finished the paint job. He headed home for supper with Jill to find her rather surly, particularly when he mentioned he was going to Sue’s after the meal. When Chris left, his sister began to wail. Tearing pieces from her dress in her grief, Jill felt she had lost everything and would never recover. Jill had thoughts of suicide. Chris’ sister had hit emotional rock bottom. Fortunately, Jill was a bit stronger than some of her thoughts betrayed. Chris was totally unaware of the emotional storm he had left behind. His thoughts were only of the fun and loving that lay ahead of him. He was on an emotional high; little did he know it was about to peak.

Growing bold with familiarity, he rushed into Sue’s home, picked her up and carried her giggling into the bedroom. Soon, they were naked and he was well and truly in her, their tongues entwined. His cock was rampant with desire and aching to be fucked, her pussy dripped honey for the same reason. It only took a few thrusts and they climaxed; their recovery rate rapid, as was common in such instant conjoining. They settled down to a more sedate pace. First, Chris wanted to taste their combined mix, the texture like syrup. Sue straddled his face, her cunt just an inch or two above his mouth. By squeezing her muscles, she forced a small stream of cum to drop into his waiting mouth. It was an exotic sight to watch her pussy expel their juices into his mouth. His cock responded to the spectacle by slowly rising to signal his renewed interest. She managed to expel a little more of the semi-transparent whiteness onto his upper lip and his tongue darted to receive it. He loved watching their cum drip from her body. Her snatch was coated in a delicious film of cream. His hands gripped her hips and brought her cunt to his mouth to clean the hairy lips he adored.

Sue turned and replaced her sex lips with her mouth. First, she licked their honey from his mouth and chin. Then, as their lips pressed together, her tongue probed his mouth enjoying some of the tastes he had grown to love. Sue’s body twisted on his seeking maximum contact as their passion grew. Chris gripped her succulent ass, pulled her against him hard and forced their groins together. It was as though he wanted to absorb her body into his own. He was obsessed with her body, especially her cunt. His cock was once more stiff with desire. Her snatch again produced copious amounts of honey. The dance of love began again; this time, with Sue on top. She reared and straddled his erection. Taking his cock with one hand, she slid his cock deep into her cunt and reveled in its insertion. Sue’s beautiful ass bounced, stopping occasionally to prevent them from prematurely falling into the abyss of delight. An occasional dry comment suggested her squeak had returned and although he seemed to have done an excellent job, it looked like an ongoing problem requiring frequent oiling. They were totally engrossed in each other.

They did not see the lonely figure standing in the night. Tears streaming down her face, watching through the window, Jill watched them trade their fluids with disgust. She could not understand how they could allow their bodies to be covered in sex juice much less taste it. Jill’s vision was clouded by that big fat white ass, partially covered with a few droplets of cum, bobbing on top of her brother. Jill churned with hatred and jealousy. Yet, as she turned and stole quietly away into the night, she did not understand the sensations filling her groin. Jill felt she had to win back her brother.

Chris returned home about ten o’clock that night not wanting to chance Helen might get home earlier than midnight. He didn’t know how to explain evening visits to the neighbor’s to his mom. Jill didn’t appear to be around, so he went to his room. He threw himself on the bed, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling with thoughts of his sexy Sue running through his mind. While he stared, his sister left her room, came down the hall and knocked at the door. He casually looked at the door and shouted, “Come in.”

The door opened and in walked his sister – totally naked, arms by her sides, chin up, beautiful breasts pointing forward. Jill asked, “Is this what you want?” His mind registered the once-in-a-lifetime beauty standing before him as he jumped from the bed, the blanket in his hand to cover her. He hesitated for an instant. He must become the kind of man his father had been; mature, caring of others and he had only a split second to do that, to grow up in an instant. He didn’t ponder those things. He saw only his beautiful sister with terror in her eyes standing before him. Her body shivered, not with lust, but with cold and fear. Her nipples were not aroused by passion, but tightened by cold. Was there a touch of revulsion in her eyes as he took her into his arms? He encircled them both with the blanket, warming her with both his body and the blanket. Jill didn't realize he had effectively hidden her body from his sight without rejecting her. He thought rapidly. Ideas flashed into his mind to be instantly rejected as he sought the impossible, a way out of this.

“Is this what you truly want?” He asked in her ear and put a finger over her lips before she could reply. Then, with thoughts flashing through his mind, he spoke. “I love you, Jill. I’ve loved you my entire life and I’ll continue to love you for a lifetime.” He spoke of his commitment to her as her bother and if need be, her lover. He explained to her how he loved to have sex with Sue, enjoying her company. He explained, with a maturity he didn’t know he possessed, “There’s a difference between loving to do something with a person and being in love with a person. Sue and I made love, but we aren’t in love. The difference is the commitment we give each other. Sue and I have no commitments.” In fact, they knew because of their differences they were free to drop each other the moment either of them wanted. There may be some sadness, but each would move on.


Chris lifted his sister’s chin with a finger. He looked deep into her eyes not allowing her to look away. He explained, “I love you, Jill.” He explained how he expected love in return, though he didn’t demand it. Because of his love, he had automatically made mental commitments to Jill far deeper than anything Sue and he felt for each other. He explained, “There’s no way I can casually walk away from you. I love you too much. If this is what you really want, you can have it but not tonight.” What Jill wanted entailed a higher level of commitment and he had to prepare himself emotionally. This had been too sudden, he explained. In addition, he told her he expected to see a deeper level of commitment from her. They had to come to an understanding of each other's wants and desires before they could make the ultimate commitment.

Chris stepped back from her, wrapping the blanket around her so he did not see her nakedness again. Chris put his arm around her shoulders and, while telling her how beautiful she was, led her back to her room. He did not want to overstep his praise in case it would be taken in the same light as the kind of talk those high school morons had spewed forth. What Chris would never know was how proud his father would have been that night, as his sister, now sobbing but happier, went to bed and to sleep knowing someone loved her. As he crawled under the covers, the thing that shocked Chris the most was he meant every word.



A Woman in Hardware Ch. 03



The next morning when Chris got out of bed, Helen had already left for work. He checked on Jill, but she was sound asleep. Chris did that which he didn't want and phoned a sleepy Sue. He apologized telling her he wouldn't be able to come over. His sister needed him for some shopping downtown. Chris told her how much he regretted they wouldn't be together. Just before Chris hung up, he told her to keep her hands off the squeak. She laughed and told him there wasn't a chance, because it bothered her too much. She hung up giggling. Chris could already imagine sexy Sue's hands roaming her own body. 

Chris went upstairs for a shower and waited for Jill to wake. Once she was awake and downstairs, they sat down together for coffee. Chris explained, "I've cleared my day for you. We have a lot to talk about. Are you still sure you want me as a lover as well as a brother?"

"Yes," Jill replied.

Chris asked, "Does that mean a total commitment like a marriage or can we have other lovers? Remember, these rules are for a lifetime."

"We might want marriage or other partners some day," Jill allowed.

Looking her straight in the eye Chris said, "I'd be pretty unhappy if I had to give up Sue, but I will if that's what it'll take."

"Do I have the right to interfere in your love life with Sue at any time?"

"What do you mean by that?" he asked. It was then established what Jill wanted was first right. In other words, if Jill wanted him, she got him and Sue would need to wait for another night. Chris agreed, because he still had no intention of ending up in his sister's bed. He was honest enough with her, but he hoped he could manipulate her enough she would no longer want him. Then, he laid it on her, "Since we're becoming a couple, I want to be proud of you." Chris wanted not to dictate, but share in the selection of her clothing. Chris, of course, would give her the same right. She agreed after considerable debate. 

They scrounged all the money they could find from the jobs they had that summer. They went to their first clothing stores together. Chris flipped a coin and lost so Jill won the right to choose a new outfit for him first. It was a little more subdued than he would have normally liked, but he had to admit he looked nice. Their tastes blended well. They went to a woman's store and the trials began. Anything Chris liked, Jill wouldn't be caught dead wearing. Finally, they left the store and he took her to a place that sold patterns for dressmakers. They looked at catalogue after catalogue until they had some ideas, then they returned to a woman's shop. Finally, after hours of trying outfit after outfit, Jill consented out of sheer fatigue. It had already been agreed that a mutually selected outfit had to be worn once a week. Chris asked if she would wear it home, she agreed. It was a dress, severe in cut so it didn't show off too much skin. He would've liked a little more skin. It did show her gorgeous figure; its lines followed hers exactly.

When Helen arrived home that night, Jill was still wearing it. Their mother raved about it just as Chris had hoped. Helen got out a checkbook, giving them a huge sum of money for their fall back-to-university clothes. Chris was going into first-year, following Jill by a year. Helen made them promise to shop together. Neither of her children knew, but Helen had worried about Jill's selection of clothing for years. When they prepared to go to their rooms that night, Jill gave Chris a kiss when their mother wasn't around. It was nice, but it worried him. It was not a thank you kiss. It was not a sisterly kiss. It held sex and promise within it, startling Chris. It startled Jill as well.

There was another thing Helen knew, they didn't. She had been offered a huge promotion by the president of the company. The senior vice-president in charge of marketing was retiring and he wanted Helen to replace him. It meant large amounts of travel, particularly in the fall as the Christmas season approached. It would leave her children alone, but at eighteen and nineteen, Helen felt they could manage with some help from Sue next door. Helen decided she would talk to Sue in the morning. She had always liked Sue's sense of humor, feeling that Sue could put enough adult perspective in her children's lives.

In the morning, while her children still slept, Helen phoned Sue. "Sue? It's Helen Anderson from next door. I was wondering if I could drop by for a moment of your time." With appropriate politeness to each other, Helen was soon sitting and drinking a cup of coffee at the infamous kitchen table where her son had enjoyed his muffin sandwich. Helen explained the situation. Sue readily agreed to help, breathing a sigh of relief. She had worried something had slipped; Helen might know of her transgressions with Chris. Now, new paths were opening to that gorgeous body. Oh, that boy did things for her.

Helen was still there when Chris phoned. He begged off for a second day in a row. He told Sue the trip downtown was only partially successful. He and Jill would try again today. Chris promised her they would be together the following day. He guaranteed he would pay special attention to her squeak. Fortunately, Helen didn't know who it was and only heard one side of the conversation. 

Jill awoke to a new day with the realization that Chris never behaved like those boys. He never tried to goose her or speak dirty to her. He seemed to think that sex was nice, something that men and women did to enjoy each other. Jill liked the way Chris looked at her in her new dress. He told her she was pretty. Jill thought she might enjoy their second day of clothes shopping. Jill realized her brother liked the look of her body. There was no sense of nastiness like those boys at school, but like a person looking at a piece of fine art.

Shopping was still tough. Chris liked things that accentuated her beauty, yet Jill had years of experience hiding the very things he wanted to highlight. Jeans were particularly difficult. Chris wanted them tight to hug her curves, yet Jill wanted to be feminine for him without putting herself on display. Strangely, in many ways, the combination worked. They bought jeans for Jill that showed the curve of her bottom, yet weren't so tight they showed the lips of her sex. They bought blouses and dresses that hinted at cleavage without demonstrating her sizeable endowments. Jill learned just a hint was better than the whole and her wardrobe improved with a taste of women years older than herself. It was a long day but successful. As the day closed, Jill allowed more of her body to be seen by him without the sense of humiliation that had always come.

The night Jill stepped into his room naked, she felt revolted by sex. She was humiliated a male was seeing her body. Now in Chris' sight, she was intrigued by sex and felt pretty. What a strange word that was to Jill. It meant the body that had long been her enemy was her friend. It might attract a male who, for a change, interested her. To end the day, Chris took her to a hairdresser and ordered the works. Before work began, they browsed the magazines together and chose a style they both liked. Jill was anxious to arrive home and show her mother how they had spent her money. They arrived home late with Jill in her new hairdo and favorite clothes of the day. Helen took one look at Jill, enfolded her in her arms and cried. Leaning away from Jill to look at her, Helen exclaimed, "You're so beautiful!" She promptly started crying all over again.

Jill was momentarily concerned. Was her mother sad? Chris sat looking smug, as he had already predicted how his mother would react. Jill soon realized, as Helen regained her composure, that her mother was extremely happy. Helen went on to tell them about her promotion. Helen stole only a tiny bit of Jill's thunder. Helen's appreciative gaze returned more than it stole. Helen explained the arrangements she had made with Sue not understanding the look daughter and son exchanged. That night, Jill again kissed her brother. It was not a thank you kiss. It was definitely not a sisterly kiss. It was the kiss of a sexually repressed woman who had begun to flower. Chris was in trouble and he knew it. It wasn't that his sister had kissed him that way. He had returned her kiss. He needed Sue. He needed her body and he needed her mind.

The following morning, Chris and his sister jawed over breakfast. He told Jill he was going to see Sue that afternoon and true to his agreement, he waited for Jill's response. He had expected anger, but she simply wished him a good time. Chris had been away from Sue for two and a half days. They were still in their honeymoon stage and two days seemed like forever.

The moment he knocked on Sue's door, they were in each other's arms. Chris couldn't wait to get their clothes off. Sue stripped him as she pulled him into the bedroom. In seconds, they were on the bed feeling each other's charms as their tongues battled for supremacy. Chris hard and erect, Sue wet and swollen, their hands rubbed and clasped each other's sex. She stroked his cock; he fingered her cunt. Sue whispered in his ear, "Sixty-nine with me. I want to suck your cock while I give you a good cunt kissing."

Chris was immediately on his back with a pillow folded, half-tucked under his head. Sue straddled him, her sex fully exposed to his view, the slight hairiness around her pubes, the swollen outer lips, the pinkish-brown inner lips that gaped slightly to show a hint of red, ready for his assault. Chris could smell Sue's aroma. The musky scent of a highly aroused woman wafted around him. The texture of her folds was exquisite and Chris realized they were ready for his assault. What he saw was everything a woman could consciously or unconsciously do to prepare herself for her man. No wonder he found her cunt so beautiful. It had opened like a flower with dew on its petals for him; no other reason, it was for him. How could any man turn away from such beauty? Chris' cock throbbed with desire. He didn't think women enjoyed visual display as much as men, but hopefully, they enjoyed the feel of sex even more. Chris brought his arms up to encircle Sue's waist giving her the signal to lower her succulent body onto him.

Sue's hot, soft, wet pussy; kissing and almost smothering him, its clit probed to be found. 'Not yet,' Chris mentally commanded himself as he felt his dick engulfed into her mouth, saliva pouring down his shaft. Sue used her hand to stroke him. Chris dared to place his finger on her anus, rubbing it gently, not probing, only feeling. Sue's ass responded, telling him she enjoyed his gentle touches. Chris gripped each buttock in his hands and felt the muscles move under her soft skin. Sue's core churned against his mouth, cunt kissing him to an almost divine rapture as Chris felt the softness of her body soak his essence from him. Her pussy drenched his mouth with her honey.

Suddenly, Chris didn't want to come in Sue's mouth. His need was to seed her in her core. Chris rolled Sue to her back, withdrawing from her sweet sucking mouth. He turned in the bed and watched Sue bring her knees almost to her shoulders. With her openness, Sue signaled her eager acceptance of his new approach. Chris' cock needed no guidance. It seemed to self-center on her heat, entering easily until he stopped just inside her lips. Sue rocked her pelvis, seeking more of him; but Chris waited, feeling for the right moment, then thrusting deeply, felt all resistance fall before his manhood that probed deeper than he had ever been. She groaned in his ear as her stomach muscles thrust her orifice up his shaft almost touching his pubic bone with her lips. Sue's clit throbbed against his hardness, and then she dropped from under Chris as his sex followed her down. The motion repeated again and again until Sue's individual moans melded into a continuous song of passion. Screaming in her ecstasy, thrusting, pounding, heaving until she could stand no more, Sue collapsed onto the bed; her legs akimbo as Chris finished her. His sperm shot up his tube so that it burned as it entered her, spewing into her cunt. Still, Chris didn't have enough of her. 

Returning to the sixty-nine position, Chris rolled Sue to the top. He felt the warm, wet cream on her thighs and in the crack of her ass against his face. The aromas of their commingled sex engulfed him, but what most overwhelmed was their mix flowing into his devouring mouth. Sue came again, her bum making small humping motions as she moaned. Then, Sue became the aggressor, whirling around, jamming her tongue into Chris' mouth and licking their essence from his mouth. She tried to meld their bodies together, erotically grinding her body against his, her arms around him. Sue pushed Chris' face down into her breasts, literally smothering him in her flesh. She rubbed the slime from his face into her teats. Chris forced himself up for air, noticing the heavy pungent fragrance of their sex in the air.

They had exhausted themselves. They lay side by side until Chris again asked Sue to spread her legs. He admired her sex. Chris ran his hand through the creamy moisture still being excreted from her inner lips enjoying the sliminess of its texture, kneading the moisture onto her loins. Sometimes pinching lightly and alternately pulling the soft inner lips, Chris watched them change of shape, always making sure he wasn't hurting her. He worried the delicate texture could be bruised by his clumsy handling.

"What are you doing?" Sue asked with a lazy smile.

"Exploring," was Chris' only answer.

He spread her lips and she spread-eagled herself even more to allow him access. He spent the rest of the afternoon exploring her entire body. Chris rolled Sue over, so he could spread her checks and examine her anus. He watched it clench when his fingers got too close and relax when she knew he wouldn't hurt her. Chris rubbed her bum, feeling the powerful muscles under the soft skin. He rolled her again to examine her breasts. He played with her nipples, so he could watch them harden with the assistance of her areolas as they crinkled and puffed to his touch. Chris slid his hand over the dome of her abdomen feeling the softness of her flesh, comparing the height of her hips to his, astounded by the difference as they lay side by side, captivated by Sue's beautiful curves. 

As he played with Sue's breasts, Chris told her of his problems with his sister being totally honest about his intentions. Then, he told Sue about the last kiss and how his intentions were drowned by the promise in that kiss. Sue replied, "I don't know how to advise you, Chris. I've never had a sibling of my own, but I do know you and I believe you'll do the right thing for her. It may not be the right thing for you, but it will be for her. Trust yourself. Remember you can always come to me if you need to talk."

Chris didn't know it, but Sue had lied to him. Sue's long-dead sister flashed into her mind as Chris revealed his problems. The terrible sadness of her loss almost brought tears to Sue's eyes as she listened. The beautiful pussy kisses of so long ago Sue lovingly remembered. It was too deep in her psyche to allow Chris to see the pain. Sue would end up in love with Chris, if she exposed her soul. They talked until it was time for him to leave.



A Woman in Hardware Ch. 04



Helen came home in an uproar! She had been given a day off to prepare, but she would then be away for almost two weeks. There were problems at a Chicago store, then onto a convention of the International Hardware Association in Montreal. It would be interesting, but what a way to start her travels. She had clothes to buy, last-minute preparations, meals to freeze for the kids and worry as to whether she was doing the right thing by them. The children constantly reassured her they would be fine. She kissed them repeatedly during the twenty-four hours before she had to leave, constantly advising and repeating herself as the minutes counted down to her departure. Helen was excited as she kissed her kids goodbye. She was a woman in hardware, a rare commodity at best, but being senior vice-president of a large company, made her unique. Helen was determined to succeed. She knew she had reached a level where her beauty, if anything, was a detriment. Her brain was her best asset.

As they waved to their mother and watched the taxi depart, her children had different emotions. Chris realized he now had an adult's freedom to pursue any goal he chose, yet youthful enough that, at the moment, he had one goal in mind - oil Sue's squeak. Jill, on the other hand, was just beginning to deal with emotions that she had not, until now, known existed. The kiss two nights ago had brought new feelings to her pelvic region, feelings she wanted to repeat. Jill trusted no man, but she trusted her brother. She needed to repeat that kiss, explore the sensations it generated and examine an emotion she had not known existed - lust. Jill, when she exposed herself, had been demanding his return as her sole companion. It had nothing to do with sex; it was simply a bribe. Now, new emotions and sensations demanded her attention as though they had a mind of their own. She must repeat that kiss.

Chris was soon over at Sue's leaving his sister to her own devices. Time and again, Jill tried on the clothing they purchased, trying different combinations. She examined her reflection. She hit upon a combination that revealed a little more than she was sure she liked. She decided to show her brother when he came home and hear his opinion. Deep inside, she hoped it would be enticing, unable to admit she was making her first attempt to seduce her brother. She tried other clothing, trying to find an even more alluring combination. Jill stood in front of the mirror, sometimes in her bra and panties, until she noticed her body. For the first time, she examined her body with the eyes of a seductress, noticing her firm breasts swayed with her movements even in the bra. She turned her body so she could see her rear end or bubble butt as the morons in high school had referred to it. It did stick out, but now, not knowing why, she liked its shape. Firmly rounded under her panties, she gave it a wiggle, blushing at her sudden licentiousness.

Sue and Chris were giggling with each other. Having long since satisfied their immediate needs, they were playing with their bodies. Her squeak had become a running gag. They constantly made reference to it trying to discover new verbal, if not physical, approaches as to how to solve the problem. She explained, "It squeaks in my sleep and wakes me up. It must be drinking something in there, because when it squeaks, I get wet. Rubbing only solves the problem for a bit. Can you get out your tool and at least give it a quick fix?" He promptly did.

Chris returned home that evening to find his sister nicely dressed. The outfit she thought to be so revealing, he didn't notice, but he did notice her outstanding beauty. Still, she didn't wear makeup, but with her natural coloring, she didn't need it. They sat down for supper. He had difficulty keeping his eyes off of her. Then recognizing his attention may be too much for her fragile psyche, he asked about her day. They sat side by side and watched TV until bedtime, then went upstairs together. She turned to him at her door and kissed him as though it had been a date. He returned her kiss as though they were outside her home instead of her bedroom door. The kiss staggered him. He went from completely sated to instantly aroused. Jill felt the arousing sensation in her groin and almost thrust her abdomen at him.

She hurried to her room and stripped for bed, noticing her body as she picked up her nightgown. Dropping the gown, she stepped in front of the mirror and for the first time, examined her fully nude body. One hand touched her breast then cupped the fullness in her hand. The other traveled through her abundant pubic hair. One finger slipped between the folds and her body suddenly shuddered. Jill threw on a robe, ran to the bathroom and examined herself. She thought she had somehow hurt herself. Jill remembered the feeling as her fear subsided. It was exquisite. She wanted to feel it again; instinctively knowing her brother could help her. She went to bed that night with a hand between her legs, dreaming of her brother as she fell asleep.

Chris went to bed, and for the first time since his seduction by Sue, masturbated. Instead of thinking of Sue's body, he thought of a simple kiss, open-mouthed but not yet the touch of tongue. He didn't believe the anticipation of that tongue was enough to cause his climax. What was he going to do? His own sister was seducing him. How could anything so beautiful be so wrong? He thought of Jill far into the night, while she slept content in the knowledge that she loved her brother. Then, he finally had the answer. He could solve the problem in the morning. He fell asleep certain everything would be okay.

In the morning, he asked Jill if she was still determined to have him as a lover. When she replied positively, he told her she had to go to the doctor and get a prescription for the pill. He was sure she would be unable to face a doctor, an admission she wanted to have sex by the very nature of her visit. He didn't know Jill had experienced her first climax the previous evening. She was intrigued and wanted more. Her mom had introduced her to a very considerate female doctor at the onset of her first period. Jill liked her. At nineteen, Jill knew the doctor felt she was old enough and promptly made an appointment. Her mood had changed; she was anxious to understand her own desires. She had gone from using her body as a bribe to a beautiful young woman who now wished to use her body to know the fullness of love. Jill no longer needed to take Chris away from Sue. Jill realized she had never lost him. 

Chris didn't know it, but he was doing all the right things for his sister. By constantly delaying, his behavior was the exact opposite of the boys in high school. Where they had constantly harassed Jill, he was never the aggressor. He always down played their sexuality, avoiding the subject if he could. The result gave Jill time to explore how she wanted to approach her own needs and desires. She had time to learn, to seduce on her own timetable. Jill was like a flower; her sexuality starting to bloom, and for the first time, she wanted a man. More and more, her brother became the object of her awaking sexuality that would engulf them both. Jill knew Chris would want to see Sue that day and willingly sent him to her.

When her brother left the house, Jill ran upstairs, stripped and displayed herself in the mirror with all of her feminine charms fully exposed to her examination. She again looked at her butt, knowing her brother seemed to like Sue's. It was certainly firm and well rounded with fine definition in each buttock. She thought he might like it. Again, she gave it a wiggle, this time giggling a little as it moved with a sexual attractiveness of which she was not fully aware. Jill looked at her breasts, quite large, slightly floppy, swaying with her movements, the areolas large and dark, ending her breasts with an opulence that remained hidden to her inexperienced eyes. She lifted each breast one at a time, enjoying the feel of her hand against her flesh, and watched as her nipples literally popped from their surrounding areolas. The areolas crinkled and distorted shoving the nipples high to be examined in their turn. Jill began to recognize her body was attractive, a friend, but how was she to use it? 

Jill remembered last night. This afternoon, Jill purposely sent a finger down through the hair to search out the spot that had frightened her so. She held a breast, touching her nipple as the finger found her cranny. This time, Jill was surprised to find a large amount of moisture making it so easy to slide in her finger. Her legs spread a little as she watched in the mirror, the finger disappearing into hair and flesh, feeling an unfamiliar sensation in her abdomen and thighs. She allowed the finger to stroke. The feeling started to build. Suddenly, it crashed around her. Her knees weakened, almost sending her to the floor as she moaned out her first self-directed release. She watched her body shudder out its pleasure. She returned to her clothing and understood, for the first time, the pleasure she had watched through the window that night. An idea came to her. She could watch Sue tonight and learn how to please her brother. 

Chris and Sue had spent the afternoon together laughing, playing, screwing and enjoying each other. As the darkness of night fell, they were tired but still gently horny. Jill stood in the shadows of the night outside the bedroom as Sue reached for Chris' penis, stroking it until he was ready once again to mount her. Jill saw her brother fully aroused for the first time. It was big. How could Sue get that thing inside her? Jill watched and learned, noticing the moisture Sue rubbed onto his rod before slipping it inside herself. Jill noticed her own body pumped moisture into her panties due to the sexual play taking place before her. She watched as her brother gripped Sue's bum. He drove it up and down on his sex. She saw Sue arch her back and start to moan as her impending orgasm increased her need for release. Jill was then shocked by the scream from Sue's withering, spasm-racked body as she dropped onto her brother's chest. She watched as her brother's sex wilted from Sue's, leaving a trail of white froth. 

Then, Sue did it again, just as they had done the first night Jill watched. Sue turned her body around on Chris. She used her thing to kiss him. Jill thought it would be distasteful, especially when Sue began to suck on her brother's organ. They both obviously loved it. They lapped up their own and each other's juices off of their bodies. Jill sent her own fingers under her pants and found she was not moist, but sopping, as she touched herself. She slid them in before returning them to her mouth to be smelled and tasted. Um, not so bad, she could live with it. She did not realize the taste would become like ambrosia when she was finally in her brother's arms .She thought maybe her brother would like that taste too. Jill had seen enough. She had much to think about as she stole quietly away.

Jill knew her brother would be home soon. 'What can I do to get his attention on my body?' She decided to do something completely daring for her. When her brother came in, she would have a shower and time her walk to the bedroom, wrapped only in a towel, with his arrival on the second floor. It was agony waiting for him to come up. He took longer than expected and she cleaned nails, combed hair, clipped nails, growing more nervous as the minutes passed. Finally, she heard his footsteps on the stairs. She exited the bathroom promptly, almost losing her towel in her nervousness.

The towel hung from one hand that was pressed tightly against the middle of her chest, falling between her breasts covering most but not all. It descended down her body, covering her pubic region but not the hips on either side. It was an erotic sight, more so, because it was completely unplanned. Chris stood stock still for a minute, unable to move then took the towel from her. He wrapped her in it as he kissed her deeply, his arms around her. His tongue playing with her lips, her mouth opened and she hesitantly gave back tongue. In the next instant, he pulled back. He disappeared into his bedroom. The door slammed behind him, but not before she saw the look on his face. He wanted her as a woman and she knew it. What a change, she had moved from a girl who found the advances of a male repugnant to a girl looking forward to her ravishment. She didn't realize that had a male approached her with love in his heart, instead of his dick in his hand, she would've lost her virginity a long time ago.

Chris threw himself on the bed. What a pervert! He had almost attacked his sister in the hall, but his mind kept playing over and over what he had seen. As a woman, Jill was so beautiful few would ever have the privilege to see her kind. It had not been a woman, fearful and cold. It had been a woman, although hesitant, aroused and lush. The moment he snatched the towel away, he saw the succulent nipples, the pubic mound thick with hair, moisture on her thighs; then, the towel was around her and he was kissing her. 'It was a good thing I wrapped that towel around her.' He thought, 'or I would've raped her in the hall.' That wasn't true; that kind of violence would never be in Chris' nature. He, however, thought he had been close. He climbed into bed to masturbate furiously, though he had been with Sue most of the day. Not once did he think of Sue as his orgasm only vaguely satisfied him. Another thing that would have troubled him had he known; his sister would see the doctor in the morning.

When Chris got up the next morning, he found his sister's note informing him she had gone downtown and didn't expect to return until late afternoon. He phoned Sue.

Without preamble, Chris asked, "Would you like to come over and try out my bed?"

With a smile, Sue said, "That's a delicious idea and someday we should follow through on it. Today, I am still as warm as toast in my own. Why don't you join me? I can't imagine a nicer way to keep it warm than you in it with me."

He was soon in her arms, feeling the softness of her as they hugged and cuddled one another. They kissed, at first softly, but then with increasing intensity as they shaped their arousal to growing passion. He with fondling and caressing until Sue told him she needed him. He took a few last suckles on her teats before spinning in the bed, burying his face in her genitals, breathing deeply and sucking into his body her aroma. Then, his tongue entered her, tasting the nectar flowing from her.

Sue realized Chris had a serious quality she had not seen before. It translated into intensity in his actions, which she absolutely loved as her passion grew. In some ways, everything was in slow motion, even the grip of impending orgasm. She churned her cunt on his mouth, sending waves of ecstasy through them both. His penis was deep in her mouth. She allowed it deeper, almost gagging her. She did not mind; she was so enamored with his cock, she was ready to try anything. His mouth had been reading her body. His tongue was against her clitoris as her hips thrashed. He gripped her ass, holding tight, as she came. She moaned out her release as the warmth of his cum entered her mouth. It was a most satisfying oral job and she told him so. He kissed her cunt deeply in reply; then swung around, kissing her again, a long, slow tongue-filled kiss that tasted of her nectar. He lay his head on her breast and slid his hand down her belly to cup her sex in his hand; not penetrating, but simply holding her vagina as though he would lose it if his hand weren't there. 

He reminded her of her offer to talk, if he had a problem. Then, he told her about Jill, the towel and his reactions. He left out nothing including his masturbation without a thought of her. He told Sue he was disappointed in himself, including the fact she had not been included in his sex fantasy. Sue thought about her sister again. It had been a long time. Maybe she would like to speak of her love with another human being. She had never talked about her sister with anyone. Maybe for this boy that did such wonderful things to her body, she could talk of her love. She opened her mouth to speak.



A Woman in Hardware Ch. 05



"Chris, I lied to you. I'm sorry but I did. I was unprepared to bare my soul to you. I was perfectly willing to bare my body, but not my soul. Please forgive me and listen to my story. No, don't interrupt, this will be very difficult for me, so let me tell you about my sister in my own way."

Sue began her tale with the death of her sister in a car crash, skipping over the details and her reactions. She explained that part was still too difficult to talk about. Her narrative then moved into the past to just after her eighteenth birthday. Puberty was already fully upon her, but she had discovered masturbation late. Her nineteen-year-old sister, Beverly, and she shared a small room in their parent's home. Consequently, pleasuring oneself was almost impossible. Sue would wait late into the night, before allowing her imagination to roam. Sue's fingers danced in her sex while she muffled her low moans. Sue never realized Bev was doing the same thing. That is, until one night when Bev heard her. Bev didn't know what to do, but she knew they shouldn't be hiding from one another.

The following night, Bev asked, "Is it alright if I sleep with you?" Sue loved Bev and was quite happy to accommodate her sister. They gossiped about everything until their conversation got around to sex. Bev said although she hadn't experienced it yet, she looked forward to the day she found the right boy. She started to talk about what might happen under those circumstances and as they talked, both girls became aroused. Bev finally asked Sue, "Would you be offended if I played with myself?" Bev said it was something she did almost every night not betraying she now knew Sue did too. While Bev lay beside her slowly stroking her pussy, Sue understood it would be pretty silly not to care for her own needs. They lay side by side as their fingers roamed through their sex; until, one after the other, they climaxed. Bev gave Sue a gentle peck of a kiss. She said it was nice and promptly fell asleep beside her. Without discussion, the girls never slept alone again. One would slip into the other's bed each night. They pleasured themselves without embarrassment as they talked about sex, often late into the night. Weeks and months passed as the conversations became more raunchy and intimate.

One night, Sue felt a hand over hers, helping her with her pleasuring. It was a new level and it felt wonderful, more exciting, bringing a deeper orgasm than she had experienced before. The following night, Sue returned the favor hesitantly placing her hand over her sister's as Bev stroked herself. Suddenly, Bev's hand disappeared leaving her on her own. For the first time, Sue felt her sister's pubic hair, the profuse moisture, and the soft lips, seemingly sucking on her fingers. As she pushed her fingers over Bev's clitoris, her sister's hips began to respond, thrusting hard against Sue's hand. Bev held a hand over her own mouth stifling the scream, so their parents wouldn't hear. 

Then Bev's hand was on Sue's sex, playing, stirring, stimulating, until Sue grabbed the pillow and put it over her own face to muffle her sounds. Sue's hips, on their own volition, thrust at Bev's fingers. When she removed the pillow, she found Bev's face hovering above her own. Bev's fingers left Sue's pussy. Bev brought her fingers to her face and began to lick them, before sucking them into her mouth. Then, Beverly kissed her with a lover's kiss, driving her tongue into her mouth. Sue tasted herself. She loved it. Sue fell asleep that night spooned into her sister's body. Her bum was warming against her sister's belly, feeling Bev's breasts pressed against her back as one of her own breasts was firmly gripped in her sister's hand. Sue had been in love with her sister, but now she was deeply in love and never able to get enough of her warmth.

Things continued to escalate. One night, as she lay on her back, Bev asked Sue to straddle her face. With a knee on either side, her bum rested on her sister's chest just above where her breasts began, her sex totally exposed. Sue helped fold a pillow and stuff it behind Bev's head, which brought her face to within an inch of Sue's hairy, wet, swollen, demanding sex. Bev began to lick, first at the junctures of her legs and groin, then at her hairy outer lips. Sue's heat rose with each lick. Then, Beverly's tongue entered her as her hands gripped her hips and forced her body into a slow rotation against Bev's lips and tongue. Suddenly, Sue was fucking her sister's mouth. Hard and fast, she was driving for orgasm. Her sister, holding her tight, maintained her on her mouth. Her orgasm washed through her body as they listened to see if her noise had disturbed their parents. 

Sue dismounted. Bev sighed and said, "That was the most fantastic kiss I've ever had." In that way, the term cunt kiss was born; it stayed with Sue the rest of her life. They fell deeply in love with each other enjoying each other's company despite an almost two-year age gap. They simply filled it with love. When Beverly took her first boy to bed, Sue was given an exact description of every detail. When Sue had her own first experience a few years later, Bev listened to her recount the event with love. They always told each other about their varying sexual encounters. They gave great detail, if something new or interesting had been discovered. Continuing to have many encounters of their own, they often ended with a cunt kiss. Strangely, neither went to bed with another woman; men were always their focal point.

"Then, suddenly one day, Beverly was gone," Sue now recounted to Chris as the tears rolled down her face. She was not sobbing; the tears simply came every time she remembered that moment in life. Chris took her in his arms, kissing each tear then kissing each ear, each cheek, each eyebrow, each eye, her nose and finally, her mouth. They were soft, gentle, loving kisses which strangely had no sex attached. Sue's thoughts raced. 'Damn it to hell! I'm a forty-year-old woman falling in love with an eighteen-year-old boy.' Breaking into her thoughts, Sue finished her story by looking deeply into Chris' eyes and saying, "I have regretted our sexual encounters ever since then; not because society told me my sister was forbidden fruit, but because I will never have them again. The one thing, which might have saved me from this agony, is to have never known the beauty of it in the first place. Chris, I will not advise you as to what to do. Take my experience and use the knowledge as you will." With that, she squirmed in his arms, seeking the most comfortable position with the most body contact. She enjoyed his soft kisses, which found interesting places on her body as well as her face. Oh, this boy did things to her.

Chris finally went home. He didn't want to go, but didn't want to leave his sister alone all night. As they ate supper, Chris asked what she had been doing all day. Jill's reply was to hand him a box. Inside the box was a series of pills with one missing. The label on the box informed him this was a three-month supply with refills sufficient for a year. She smiled with a look that made Chris extremely nervous. When it was time for bed and they arrived upstairs, she turned to him and put her arms around his neck. She brought her body up against him, her breasts pressed tightly against him. Then, she began to kiss him, her mouth moving sensuously over his. Her tongue probed and her pelvis ground, as his hardness grew against his abdomen. He knew she must be able to feel it, but she seemed undeterred as her body continued to grind against his. She broke the kiss and left him standing there. She undulated down the hall, giving her bum an extra swing as she entered her bedroom and closed the door behind her. 

Chris was floored. He knew, in every sense of the phrase, he was a goner. Chris went to his bedroom to look after himself, remembering the kiss but also the story Sue had related to him of incestuous love. He loved Sue for her forthrightness. He tossed and turned, no longer sure of anything.

His sister, on the other hand, was removing from her closet packages she had purchased that day. She opened up one box to reveal a nightie of gossamer perfection and another to reveal a tiny cache de sex not unlike the one Chris had encountered on Sue. The sales clerk advised her it was not meant to hide but to entice. Jill's embarrassment was outweighed by her needs. She stripped, standing in front of the mirror, twisting and turning, checking her body for imperfections. Was that a pimple on her bum? No, it's only a red mark from where she had been sitting. It quickly faded. Were her hips too wide? No, they brought beautiful curves to her body. Were her breasts okay? Yes, their heavy sway and their dark-colored areolas were perfect. She played with her nipples just to watch them erect.

She turned, and from the box, removed the tiny thong, moving once again in front of the mirror. Jill stepped into it, first one leg then the other, pulling it up slowly. Its blackness contrasted sharply against the whiteness of her thighs. The dainty patch almost disappeared in her luxurious pubic hair. She admired the thinness of the string as it disappeared in the cleft of her buttocks. She liked the tiny cobweb perfection of the material clinging to her hips as it swung down toward her center to hold up the patch that filmed the view of her engorged sex. It almost hid the rosy-brown of her exposed inner lips. Jill once again went to a box. This time, she selected the filmy cloud of the nightie. She returned to the mirror as she dropped it over her head, allowing it to fall over her body - a smoky cloud that revealed one moment and hid the next. Her large breasts and the engorged nipples pushed the fabric away from her body. It formed a veil over her abdomen. She dabbed a touch of perfume behind each ear, instinctively careful not to use too much. She wanted the scent of her arousal to blend with it, hopefully, making a most powerful aphrodisiac. 

Chris' sleep was filled with erotic dreams. They flashed between Sue and Jill, his subconscious admitting to his growing love for Sue. His sleep was fretful. In his dreams came a hint of perfume, the silky sound of fabric rustling against skin and warm breath against his ear. A voice said, "I am you mysterious lover come to you in the night. You don't know me. You only know of the love we have for each other. Call me your Sentinelle; you hear my calls for you in the night. Rest assured, now is the right time for our love." Lips he thought he recognized pressed tenderly against his own. Breasts rubbed against his chest; they hung down as she bent over him watching him in the light of the street lamp shining in his bedroom window.

He awoke to his sister standing proudly in the soft light. Her nightgown, a milky film, slightly revealed her perfection. He arose from his bed, accepting the subterfuge she had given him. She was a mysterious lover in the night, his Sentinelle, who waited for his touch. He took her in his arms; the softness of her body melded to his own. Her lips, soft and sweet, caressed his own as her tongue delved into his mouth lighting a fire she had been building for days in both of them. His hands, of their own volition, stole to her buttocks as her arms circled his neck, drawing them closer together. His hardness pressed tightly against her body. His lips kissed her eyes, her nose, as he bore her to his bed and sank into the opulence of her flesh. Her gown rode up her body and exposed her soft inner thighs to his gaze. He could not help himself. He bent down, his mouth exploring the delicate skin, so white, so succulent. He returned to her mouth sucking her tongue deep into his mouth and tasting her. His body quivered with desire. 

She laid on the bed in the puddle of her nightie, feeling his movements, her cache de sex wetting in anticipation of what was to come. She shivered in excitement as his hands touched her breasts through the gossamer of her gown. The areolas popped her nipples into his hands as he felt the soft, heavy weight of her femininity drop into his hands. She burned with desire. Her legs spread a little hoping for his hands. She would not be disappointed. His hands stroked her thighs where, moments ago, his mouth had kissed her. They began to move up her body tangling in the gown, momentarily denying him access. Suddenly, it was gone, torn from her body! She didn't care. It had served its' purpose. Her man was upon her. His hands touched her there, noticing for the first time, the cache de sex. He rubbed her through the material then moved up her body to take her nude breasts for the first time. Without touching areola or nipple, he kissed one, kissed around, kissed under, kissed in-between.

Chris finally sucked a nipple into his mouth enjoying her flavor and its hardness as her hand held his head in place. He was sending bolts of lighting to her cunt and thighs. He licked and suckled at her breasts, until a motion of her hips told him to go elsewhere. His mouth reattached itself to hers as his hand cupped her material-covered pubes. He felt the wetness as her legs spread, giving him greater access. Her hips thrust her groin into his hand. She had a mini orgasm, shuddering slightly from its release. Her body gave her no respite, rebuilding the desires immediately,

Chris moved down her body kissing everything in his path. Finally, he was between her legs sucking the moisture from the patch, now a barrier to his ministrations. Her smell sent messages of desire to his brain. He took the piece and pulled slightly with his teeth. He exposed the beauty of her womanhood for the first time. He brought his hand up to take the wisp of material into his fist his knuckles rubbing against her vagina. He tugged gently. She received the hint and lifted her bum from the bed allowing the thong to disappear, thrown to the floor behind them. His mouth now sucked her nectar, licked her sex and probed her cunt. She felt the wash of his tongue over her clit and came powerfully, her thighs clamping his head in place. Chris then began to play Jill like the virtuoso Sue had created and he enjoyed Jill's orgasms almost as much as he would his own. Sometimes, he would hold her legs apart, not allowing her to close them as he licked and sucked her to orgasm after orgasm. 

Jill lay on the bed, panting, sheens of perspiration covering her as finally, he moved up her body. His hard-on probed and she took him in her hand as she'd seen Sue do. She rubbed the head against her moisture before centering him in her cunt, the head just inside her. His cock moved forward, until he felt what seemed to be a constriction. He looked deeply into her eyes. She looked back just as deeply as he suddenly shoved into her, his cock smashing all barriers aside and then waited. She felt a momentary stab of pain, but the feeling of being full of cock overshadowed the pain. Bucking, she thrust her cunt up his staff. She was fucking! Oh, how she loved it. Her body heaving, thrusting, withering, fucking, torrents of hormones raced through her. Her teats bounced in time to his thrusts, almost hurting as they heaved back and forth on her chest like Jell-O shaken in a bowl. She started to moan, then pant, and then moan alternating as her orgasm built into screaming ecstasy. Orgasm after orgasm cascaded through her body making up for the years without. Scratching, biting, she came down from the bliss. With a few more strokes driven deeply into her shuddering body, he came, filling her cunt. 

He whorled on her body and shoved his face deep into her snatch, sucking the mix into his mouth; the taste of semen, nectar and a hint of blood was ambrosia to his questing tongue. She hesitantly took his cock into her mouth, tasting him. She couldn't say she loved it, but she knew how much pleasure it gave him, so she nursed on it as he licked her clean. Afterwards, they lay spoon-fashion with her bum pressed against his penis. He ran one arm under her neck, the hand coming up to hold her upper teat. He brought his other arm over her rib cage and crossed the other one, grasping her lower teat. 'What a nice way to be held,' she thought. She soon learned one couldn't be held like that for long without becoming aroused again. 

Soon, Jill rolled over and whispered in Chris' ear, "I'm horny again. Will you make love to me doggie style?" Jill was soon on her hands and knees. Her beautiful rounded ass presented her swollen sex to him. He watched as his penis slowly penetrated the lips of her twat. The hairy outer lips spread to allow the inner rosy-brown ones to suck him into her heat. Her pendulous breasts started to swing as he thrust deeper and harder into those waiting pinkish lips. He reached under her with one hand and gripped her clit between thumb and forefinger, rolling it as his thrusts became stronger, sending her boobs flying across her. She loved the feel of her wantonness. She shoved her ass back demanding deeper and harder penetration as she came, moaning out her orgasm. She felt impaled on his rod. She had been completely fucked, and with that, she felt loved. Her bother, her lover. 

The next morning as they sat across from each other, Jill noticed he seemed unable to look her in the eye. She stood up and pulled him out of his chair saying, "Only two things could have you so down. You feel guilty about me. Well forget it! I was the one in your bed last night. You didn't come to me, trying to molest me in my bed. If anything, I molested you." Then she kissed him passionately wrapping her body around him as best she could, demonstrating her love for him. "Or you want to see Sue and don't know how to tell me. Well, you and Sue have taught me a lot without realizing it. You brought me out of the sexual fears I had and introduced me to the world of love. For that, I owe you both a lot. Go see her, I'll be the last to stop you."

He sheepishly left; telling her it was a bit of both. He looked forward to seeing Sue. He walked over to Sue's house deep in thought. 'How can I love Jill so much and still want Sue?' Wondering how Sue would feel about his relationship with his sister, Chris realized he planned to tell Sue everything. Sue saw him coming.

She opened the door asking, "What's got you down lover?"

"Lets go to bed," he replied. "I want you to hold me while I tell you about last night." They stripped in front of one another, neither touching nor speaking until both had crawled under the covers. Sue took him into her arms, her soft body cuddling him to her, waiting as he gathered his thoughts. He told Sue everything. He spoke of the mysterious lover in the night knowing full well it was his sister, but allowing the fantasy to seduce him.

Sue replied, "I think she's clever. You should enjoy the mystique of a mystery lover. Have you been hurt?" He admitted he had not. Then, she asked if his sister had indicated in any way, whether by word or body language, she had been hurt. He had to admit she seemed to be happier than she had been for years. Then, Sue welcomed him to the fraternity of incest, hoping it would not cause him the pain it had caused her. 

Chris wanted to talk about their relationship. "I don't want to give you up."

"Why?" she asked, "Did she ask you to do that?"

"No," he said. "I'm afraid you will turn me away."

"Why?" she asked, "Didn't I tell you my sister and I had a relationship all her life, long after she bedded men? Why should I not bed you if your sister is willing?"

Chris then admitted to the first right concept he had promised Jill. Sue laughed thinking Jill was a clever little minx. Sue suddenly noticed his battle scares, the scratches and bites on his body his sister had administered. She ran her fingers over them observing it must have been some night. Then, inserting her humor, she lifted the cloud hanging over him. She told him, "Mommy's going to kiss them better," and promptly did so. She brought out the laughter and the love between them as she found more and more outrageous spots for Mommy to make better. She soon demanded Mommy's squeak be oiled. Their bodies battled on the bed, each trying to arouse the other to the fullest. As Chris left, Sue asked him to hurry over in the morning to tell her all the details. She gave him a key telling him to use it and come to her bed. Chris hadn't yet realized it, but Jill and Sue had switched roles. His sister was now his lover. His lover, Sue, was now his confidant. 




A Woman in Hardware Ch. 05



When Chris arrived home, he found his sister preparing them a wonderful meal far better than their normal repast of warmed, frozen foods. He asked how he could help and she set him to the mundane task of table setting. Jill said she was doing her work preparing for her man. They washed the dishes together talking of this and that. Nothing was said the entire evening about the previous night or about sex. Chris took a shower just before bedtime and headed down the hall to his room disappointed his sister had not made any advances all evening. He began to think it was to be a one-time affair. As he climbed into bed, his sister walked in wearing an old flannel nightgown, catching him in the nude. She nonchalantly bent down, grabbed the hem of her nightgown and pulled it over her head exposing her gorgeous body. It jiggled and shook in all the right places as she casualty climbed into bed beside him.

"Well, aren't you going to kiss me?" she asked. He kissed her long and passionately, their tongues entwining. Then, she rolled over as if to go to sleep.

'Well, she's running the show,' Chris thought. She laughed to herself knowing full well they wouldn't last long. They spooned as they had the night before; his arms crossed over her chest, each hand firmly gripping a teat, her bottom firmly pressed against his penis. They lay in that position for a few moments, when Chris noticed a slight movement of her bum as it rubbed itself up and down his already aroused penis. 'Well, two can play that game,' he thought as he slightly shifted his body. Now, his sex lay between the sculptured mounds of her ass, which slowly stroked. Without comment, Jill reached between her legs and repositioned his cock. Now, it was between her legs; it's top being wetted by a copious amount of her excretions. 

She thrust her ass back towards him and arched her back. He had to extend his arms to allow her chest to move forward. This allowed even more contact between their genitals. Her sticky, slimy wetness allowed him to move more rapidly between her legs. Abruptly, her hand pushed the head of his shaft into her hot, sopping cunt and both their movements accelerated. He dove into her heat burying his cock to the pubic bone in her succulence. His hand gripped her teats even harder bringing an ache she liked as her ass banged against his belly. She couldn't stand it any longer. She pulled away from him, rolling over on her back and bringing her legs up to her shoulders: the classic female waiting to be mounted.

Jill cried, "Screw me!" Chris scrambled towards her trying to enter her as quickly as possible. His cock thrust helplessly, until she clutched and aimed it to her cunt. Each thrust caused their tummies to slap against each other's as their mouths once again came in contact. Her breasts bouncing and swaying against his chest, he supported his weight on his elbows. The tension of their impending orgasms sent shudders through their bodies. Her moans turned to a scream against his lips as she climaxed on his cock. Her cunt contracted on his dick to bring its' reward and warm, wet cum filled her. As they lay in each other's arms, relaxed and loving, Chris told Jill he had told Sue everything. His hesitancy hinted at his worry that Jill would be upset with him. "Dear brother," she told him, "it seems Sue and I share everything," as she gave his sex a pull to remind him what they shared the most. They made love twice more that night; once in the middle of the night, she awakened him gently and he satisfied her arousal, and then again early in the morning. She claimed to be readying him for Sue. He thought she was trying to drain him. The truth was a little bit of both as she sent him on his way, telling him not to forget to tell Sue how she had made her approach last night. 

Using the key, he quietly entered Sue's home, stealing towards her bedroom. She had awakened at the first sound of the key. Being a woman of the world, she knew a visual display was definitely the way to a man's sex. Sue spread-eagled herself on the bed, pleasuring herself, looking up at the ceiling pretending she didn't know her lover was in the house. Chris's first sight was of her fingers moving her vaginal lips around stirring and stimulating, her sex puffy and swollen, excreting nectar as it was aroused to readiness. The smell of aroused woman permeated the air. She turned her head, looked him straight in the eyes and asked, "Would you like to watch me come this way or would you like a cunt kiss to start your morning?" He sheepishly replied his day had already been started, realizing both his mouth and his penis were still covered in Jill's juices. He asked if he could have a shower explaining the problem. Sue thought for a moment asking him, "Do you think your sister is dirty?"

"No," he replied. "I love her taste."

"Then, perhaps I will too," she said as she left her bed dropping to her knees in front of him. She slid down his zipper to find he had not bothered with underpants. She removed his rapidly stiffening member sucking it into her mouth. Yes, there was the flavor of aroused female on his penis. She rolled her tongue around it, savoring the flavor. She certainly liked the taste. She then stood kissing his mouth and searching for the flavor. It was the same, but not the same, having subtle differences coming from his mouth. She told him never to shower as long as it was his sister's cum on him. In this way, Jill began to share her aromas and flavors with Sue. Sue asked what his choice was to her original proposal. He allowed it was a beautiful sight watching a totally aroused female's sex being played, but he still preferred her cunt kisses. She promptly acquiesced. They were soon in bed enjoying each other's bodies, while Sue remembered his sister's taste with strange emotions.

It had become an idyllic life for a young male - being passed between two women of radically different ages, but strangely similar sexuality. One had seemingly limitless sexual knowledge; the other had the enthusiasm of youth. When Chris arrived home, Jill was busily cooking supper, which was fine, except she was wearing only a cooking apron. Her breasts sometimes fell out of the bib, sending messages to her lover, while her well-rounded derriere was completely exposed to the air. It jounced and flexed with her motion. Swaying and jiggling, the muscles worked as she moved around the kitchen. That was a mistake she wouldn't repeat as they fucked on the kitchen floor, only the smell of burnt food bringing them back to reality. Their supper was ruined, but Jill's pussy felt satisfied... for the moment. Although neither thought of it, Jill's pussy had tasted Sue's juices for the first time. 

They scrubbed the blackened pots until they shone, then went to the living room to watch a little TV before going to bed. Chris told Jill about Sue's ploy of masturbating in front of him. Jill threw up the apron, spread her legs and brought herself to a hip-heaving orgasm right in front of him. The TV forgotten, Chris went to his knees to drink the copious amounts of nectar Jill had produced in her demonstration. He noticed the heady scent of well-heated pussy. That night as they readied for bed, Chris first noticed the ugly little bruises his fingertips had left on her breasts as he had humped her from behind. He tried to apologize to her, but she hushed him, her hands tracing the fading scratches and bite marks she had given him. "Only the wounds of love," she said as her arms once again encircled his neck. She drew her body to him, one leg lifting as her bum ground her belly against him, kissing him passionately.

They made love as soon as their bodies hit the bed. Later, he told her what he and Sue had done that day, leaving out nothing. He discovered both women loved to hear what the other was doing. In the morning before sending him off to Sue, Jill liberally coated his mouth, shaft, balls, pubic hair and abdomen with her cunt juice. Then she whispered in his ear, "Tell Sue it's a present for her."

When Sue heard, she laughed and thought, 'What a little minx!' Nothing stopped Sue from licking every spot Jill had left for her.



A Woman in Hardware Ch. 06



The days passed rapidly. The next night, their mother was due home. They weren't particularly frightened about being caught. They had been careful never to call each other by endearing terms, not wanting a habitual endearment to give them away. The beds and sheets had been cleaned; everything was in order. Their only concern was they would need to curtail their activities. Neither of them wanted that; each too enamored with the other. Although the loving the evening before their mother's return was wonderful, warm and sexy, it didn't contain the usual raunchiness. It had been replaced with a hint of sadness. Chris explained it to Sue the following morning as they frolicked in bed. Sue said, "Although I have no long-term solutions, I might come up with something for this weekend." 

Their mother arrived in a flurry of kisses, excitedly talking about her trip. Helen still took time to make sure they were fine, noticing Jill seemed to be blossoming and happier than she had been in a long time. Then, she looked to her son. Startled, she looked at him again, finally noticing what Sue had seen at the beginning of the summer. Her son had gained fifty pounds and grown into his gangly body, now matured, tall and strong. Unknown to Sue, Chris was the spitting image of Helen's long-dead husband. Helen went to bed that night and tried to remember the arms of her husband, but time had left only a hint of memory. She did not attempt to pleasure herself, too unhappy to enjoy even that small consolation. She fell asleep sobbing into her pillow, wanting what she could not have - the feel of his lips on her mouth. Little did she know both of her children were also unhappy as they slept alone for the first time in more than a week. Helen awoke the next morning, happy to be with her children, helping to prepare breakfast. She told them about Montreal and the hardware meeting. Soon after breakfast, the phone rang. It was Sue, who welcomed her back, hoped she found her kids in good health and asked for a favor.

"I was wondering if I could borrow your children for several hours tomorrow afternoon. I have some boxes in my bedroom that need taking care of as well as a general mess that needs straightening." Helen said she would ask the kids. Putting her hand over the receiver, she asked if they would like to help Sue. In unison, they said, "Sure." Helen replaced the phone to her mouth and said, "Sue, They'd be happy to help. What time would you like them over?"

With polite phrases, it was soon established one o'clock would be fine. Further pleasantries were exchanged and finally, goodbyes. Helen turned to her children, advised them when they were expected and then told them the yard needed some catching up. Unbeknownst to her, the children were growing increasingly horny as the hours progressed. To add to their growing dismay, she added she had arranged to stay in town for the next two weeks until they were safely registered for their classes. Afterwards, she would be gone for almost three weeks before returning home. Although they would be able to get in the occasional quickie while mom was at work, their time would be taken arranging their classes and buying books. A lot of time would be spent at the university. They went to bed that night alone and unhappy, missing each other terribly and trying to pleasure themselves, but finding fingers or hands a weak substitute.

Sunday morning, Chris and Jill were careful not to give away anything to their mother. They yearned for each other not knowing their mother also had yearnings. Occasionally, when Helen glanced at Chris, she would see in him a mannerism of her husband whose memory she thought buried years ago. Soon, it was time to go to Sue's. They arrived to find Sue dressed in shorts and a halter-top. She asked if they were anxious to get started, leading them to the bedroom. There they found no boxes, but a freshly turned down bed. Sue looked Jill straight in the eye saying it was the only opportunity she could give them. Giving Jill a licentious wink, she left, not quite closing the door behind her.

They hesitated for only a moment, then, stripped each other of their clothes. Chris picked up Jill and threw her onto the bed. He followed, his mouth seeking hers. Their bodies rubbed licentiously against each other. Legs entwined, holding them tightly together as they tried to get enough of each other in the first seconds. Jill had already begun to moan. Their sexual tension had kept their hormones raging and Sue heard her first small cries. Without intruding, Sue stood in the shadows of the doorway and watched the two lovers. They grasped each other's sex rubbing and kissing, until Jill brought up her legs to be mounted. Her pussy gapped awaiting his insertion. Sue's quim pulsed with desire, sending streams of nectar into her panties. Some escaped and ran down her thighs. She had been without release as long as they. Her only intent had been to give them the opportunity, but it transformed into desires of her own as she unzipped her fly and slipped her hand under her panties. She felt her own moisture as she saw it build on the edges of Jill's engorged twat. Even to Sue, this girl was beautiful. Chris' cock bobbed above Jill's waiting snatch, probing for entrance, until she clenched his cock in her fist, driving the head into her waiting heat.

Then, as Chris drove his prick into Jill's waiting fuck hole, she looked over his shoulder and smiled at Sue. The little minx had known she was there all along! Jill then hooked her calves over Chris' shoulders, bringing the beautiful globes of her ass further off of the bed. Chris was thrusting straight down. Sue could see each thrust being accepted into Jill's hairy sex. His cock glistened wet on each withdrawal while Jill's cunt lips held the shaft. Sue saw Jill had positioned herself for Sue's maximum viewing pleasure. The minx was an exhibitionist. Chris started to grunt with his efforts. Jill's cries became greater as orgasmic tension increased. Finally, Jill's scream announced her climax. As Chris plunged a few more times, both bodies shuddered indicating their finish. He emptied himself completely before rolling off of her. His chest heaved trying to regain his breath. Jill lay on the bed with her legs spread, teats rising and falling rapidly, then shifted her body so Sue could see the glob of white slowly seeping from her twat. Gasping for breath, Jill looked straight at Sue and said, "Once a high school moron told me he'd like to give me one of these; he called it a cream pie. I understand you gave Chris a muffin sandwich a while ago. I was wondering if you'd like to try my cream pie."

Sue had never had cream pie, but she had tasted Chris many times in the last couple of weeks and had licked Jill's juices from his body several times. She saw no reason why she wouldn't enjoy it. As she walked into the room, stripping her clothes from her body, she thought they would have to change the name. She heard the derision in Jill's tone as she spoke of it. She gripped Jill's ankles and pulled her down the bed. Sue then straddled her face presenting her own wide-open sex for Jill's pleasure. Sue's hands settled on Jill's inner thighs spreading her legs wide and causing tension on Jill's inner thigh muscles as her head dipped towards the waiting desert Jill was serving. Sue's ass was still high in the air waiting for signals she hoped would come. 

Sue was so horny; her first taste caused her body to shudder with delight as a long awaited sensation was remembered, although the flavor had a new twist. She loved it, burying her nose in the aroma of sex. Chris' hands now rubbed her cunt, seeking her own juices as Jill watched from below. Chris pulled his fingers from her, licking and sucking. Jill knew she was missing something. Jill's own pussy gained new heat as Sue washed it with her tongue. Her hands reached upwards and grasped Sue's hips. Pulled down, Jill signaling she was ready for her first muffin sandwich, Sue dropped her vagina onto Jill's mouth. Sue gave Jill her first cunt kiss and tried to make it memorable just as she had done for Chris. Then, Sue had it. They weren't a muffin sandwich or a cream pie. She would never use those terms again. Instead, they were a cunt kiss and a cunt kiss with cream. The girls cunt kissed for a quite a while, leaving Chris out in the cold. He didn't mind. From where he was sitting, the view was spectacular. However, he did have to wait while their bodies shuddered in orgasm.

Sue finally raised her cum-covered face and Chris kissed her, emotionally welcoming her to their union. Sue savored their communion. Jill whispered in Chris' ear, "Sue's hasn't been welcomed thoroughly." Soon, Sue was happily riding Chris' penis as Jill rode his mouth. Chris was in heaven, enjoying the fantasy of a lifetime. The ladies watched each other's teats jounce in time to the pace of their loving. Sue grasped Jill's breasts as her orgasm rippled through her body, unfortunately adding to the pattern of tiny bruises. Chris thrashed beneath them driving his sex hard into Sue as he made his deposit. Sue lifted herself carefully off of Chris, squeezing her pussy lips tightly together with two fingers. She pushed Jill off of Chris onto the bed. Awkwardly, Sue straddled Jill's face, her sex still gripped by her fingers. She asked Jill if she wanted to try a cunt kiss with cream.

Jill had not yet allowed her brother to cum in her mouth, but she was so libidinous from the unfinished tonguing, she nodded yes. Sue slid the clamping fingers from her pussy allowing a large dollop of white cream to slip into Jill's waiting mouth. Her pussy waited only a moment before following. Jill had time to taste her brother with just a hint of Sue. To begin with, Jill wasn't thrilled; but as her passion mounted, her cunt told her this was the cream of love. Sue's twat rubbed the message in. Jill learned the liquids of sex were an acquired taste brought about with lust and love. Her brother had returned to her pussy with his tongue. As her sexual tension increased, her tongue delved deeper into Sue, now looking for the celebrated last drop. With a pussy-muffled moan, Jill came; her own hips humping her snatch into Chris' loving mouth.

Sue finally called a halt and pointed out the last thing they needed was an irate mom at her door. When she closed the door behind them, she thought, 'It was nice to be cunt kissed again after all these years.' The tears started to roll as she remembered the bittersweet times that seemed so long ago.

Basically, the summer was over as Monday came and university began. Each promised the other they wouldn't allow their marks to drop. They knew their mother would watch them more closely if their marks slipped, so studying began in earnest. The two weeks slipped by as their mother saw everything was going smoothly. Her upcoming business trip no longer concerned her, or at least not as much. She watched her son, constantly reminded of his father. It began to bring back the lust she thought she had lost. With her husband in her mind, she was soon pleasuring herself nightly and enjoying sensations she had not felt in years. Jill and Chris were model students in front of their mother and their friends. Jill now wore the clothes she and her brother had chosen. An outstanding beauty, Jill attracted glances from all around, but exuded a coolness that didn't invite contact. Fortunately, high school had weeded out most of the morons, but a few still existed. They would attempt to attract her with the innuendos she had heard so many times not so long ago. Suddenly, Chris would be standing beside her, tall but not threatening. He had a quiet, unassuming air about him with gentleness towards his sister. It somehow frightened them away. He had developed an uncanny ability to know when she needed him, seeming to appear out of nowhere, then leave when she felt secure. Occasionally, they found moments alone and pleasured each other.

One time, Chris remembered fondly, happened in the upstairs hallway. They were passing each other when both signaled, through a look, a movement, a gesture, they never knew what, they grabbed each other. As Jill's arms encircled his neck, he wrapped his arms around her and drew them together. The kiss was long and passionate, full of tongue and saliva. How it happened, he didn't know. The next he remembered, Jill was pressed hard against the wall, her legs around his hips, her skirt bunched around her waist and her panties on the floor. His pants were a puddle around his feet. His hands helped support her weight with a buttock in each hand. Her arms were still around his neck and her tongue still in his mouth. His cock buried deep in her hairy sex pumping for all he was worth. She slid slightly downward, so his hands gripped harder. Her own weight pulled her buttocks so wide; she thought her anus might tear. She felt cool air blowing in her rectum, but she didn't care. Her cunt was so full of him and her orgasm impending. She screamed out her ecstasy as his cum filled her swollen sex. He lifted her off of him. She bent down, stepped back into her panties and pulled them up as his cum ran down her thighs soaking the crotch. She loved the feel of him as she walked. He pulled his pants up with his penis covered in her ooze. He loved knowing that, for the rest of the day, his penis would be pickling in her juice.

Sue was not so fortunate. They had been unable to find a moment for her. She was feeling a little bit sorry for herself. Jill's cunt kisses had brought back memories that darkened her usual jovial mood. Those memories brought sweet sadness each time her hand worked her to orgasm. Thoughts of her sister, Jill, and mostly of Chris, ran through her mind. Sue prayed for his young body to be against hers soon. 

Finally, Monday arrived and their mother was leaving. Kisses were exchanged and she told them to be good. They went to the university knowing when they got home, she would be gone. They reminded themselves that study came first and promptly went to their books when they got home. Studying done, they discussed Sue. Then, hand in hand, went over to her place knocking on her door. When Sue opened the door, Chris pushed her gently back into the room with his body, so they couldn't be seen from the street. Jill stood guard as he kissed her so long and hard it left her with no doubt he had missed her. It elevated her mood immediately. 

"Oh, are you the repair people I called?" Sue inquired. "I have this terrible squeak. It hasn't been oiled in weeks."

"You're in luck," Chris replied. "I would like to introduce you to Miss Lickit, she's a specialist in deep squeaks." Jill, having heard from her brother about the ongoing squeak problem, stepped into her role.

"Good evening," said Jill holding out her hand to Sue who automatically shook it. "My partner has told me about your continuing problem and explained his inability to find a permanent solution. After extensive consultations with him, we've devised an ongoing series of therapies. They will require almost continuous oiling and hot wet massage. We feel they are best performed every night without fail for several weeks. We were hoping you'd be ready to start immediately. That is, if we are to have any long-term success." We also would like you to come to our office for the therapy due to the fact that we must work during the day

It was a blatant statement of what Chris and Jill really wanted - Sue's continuing and constant participation in their love life. Sue said, "I am so beleaguered by the problem, I want immediate help. Your place will be fine, but I'd like tonight's consultation in my bed." I t was exactly what they wanted to hear, Sue's commitment to be part of their lives. Jill didn't know about Sue's sister. That was locked in her brother's mind. Only Sue would ever hear him speak of it. Chris knew he had been honored when Sue told her story. He would never break faith with that trust.



A Woman in Hardware Ch. 07



The months passed with Sue living in their home when Helen was away on business trips. Sue often came home from work and prepared her lovers' meals, so they could study. Chris and Jill maintained their marks, and with Sue's help, had time to love each other. The nights were filled with cries of passion, the taste of sex and the shudder of orgasm. Life was sweet and they fell into a pattern that would almost lead to their down fall. Helen remained unaware of Sue's attachment to her children. Helen knew the children loved Sue and they blossomed under her guidance; their marks were excellent. Helen felt able to concentrate on her work. Everything went smoothly until one night when Helen was in Boston. The gentleman she was to meet was hospitalized suddenly and the meeting canceled. Luckily, she found a flight home that would have her in her own bed by eleven o'clock. When Helen walked in the door, the house was in darkness. She flicked on the kitchen light and found the kitchen immaculate. She was pleased the children were keeping the place so tidy while she was away. Helen moved through the house quietly. She didn't want to disturb the children for she knew they had school the next morning. As she headed up the stairs, she heard moans coming from her son's bedroom. Worried, Helen moved to investigate. 

Through the open door, in the light coming from the street lamp she saw Chris Sr., nude and thrusting into a woman. She was about to charge into the room when she realized it couldn't possibly be her husband. It was Chris Jr. screwing some woman in her house. Her thoughts raced. 'Bloody damn! I'm going to do something about this.' Then, the light fell on Sue's face. Helen was shocked by the revelation; Chris Jr. was making love to a woman her own age. Frozen, unbidden pictures of her own body beneath his came to mind. Helen understood that seeing her son, who looked so much like his father, in the act of love brought back the sweet memories of her husband and their nights of love. She stood in the doorway watching. Instead of mounting anger, passion was her dominant emotion. Helen lifted her skirt, feeling through the gusset of her panties the copious amounts of viscous fluid she produced.

The children's saving grace was the call of nature Jill had answered just moments before Helen's arrival upstairs. That call, not even passion can long disallow. Jill was in the bathroom sitting on the toilet with the door open when her mother came up the stairs. Jill watched as her mother silently lifted her skirt. If her mother stayed focused on the scene before her, Jill could easily sneak to her room. For now, Jill didn't move. Instead, she watched Helen watch Chris. Sue's moans and the bucking of her hips lent visual clues to the cause of Helen's mounting passion. Helen unfastened the buttons on the front of her dress and stood with her bra and panties exposed.

As Helen watched, the couple before her stopped and to her surprise, Chris turned around and lay down on his back. Chris' cock was rampant. Sue rolled on top of Chris taking his engorged cock in her hand as her mouth descended on it. Chris' head was clearly between Sue's legs. Although Helen couldn't see, she could imagine the hot sweetness of male tongue on her own highly aroused sex. Helen eased one of her breasts out of its cup rolling the swollen nipple between thumb and forefinger. Her other hand slid into her panties; her middle finger slid over her clitoris as it entered her body. Helen could see her son's hands gripping Sue's ass as Sue worked it against Chris' face. Watching the lovers, Helen replaced one finger with two fingers then three. 

Jill put her own fingers into her snatch coating them in her juices and watching her mother's hand increase speed. Suddenly, Helen stopped, hooked her fingers into the waistline of her panties and brought them to her knees. Then, her hands resumed their pleasuring. Still unsatisfied, Helen bent, took her panties off and kicked them across the hall with one foot. Jill, still stroking herself, soon fell into a gut wrenching orgasm as she watched her mother watch her brother. Legs now spread wide, Helen stood with three fingers dancing in her pussy. Her hips thrust on her fingers in time with Sue's hips. Suddenly, Helen came with her teeth clamped shut stifling the cries she wanted to emit. As soon as she regained her senses, Helen took her hand from her pussy and rushed to her room grabbing the panties from the floor as she passed. Helen closed the door softly.

Jill hurried to her brother's bed but paused as she recognized Chris and Sue were about to achieve orgasm. She stood and watched as their bodies shook with release, loving them in their bliss. The moment they were finished, Jill rushed to speak. The fact their mother was in the house was quickly assimilated and plans discussed. They understood they had been extremely lucky. Had Jill been in bed with them as she had moments before their mother arrived, they were sure their mother would have exploded on the spot. As it was, they remained in a sticky situation. Helen knew Sue was in the house. They couldn't simply sneak Sue home. They decided Sue would stay and serve breakfast just as she had every other morning. If Helen wanted to bring up the issue of Sue having sex with Chris, they'd fight that battle when it came. 

That morning, Sue rose early. When Helen came down for breakfast, Sue served her as well. Nothing was said. Everyone welcomed Helen home and expressed surprise she was home so early. Helen simply explained the sudden illness in Boston and nothing more was said. After pleasuring herself several more times with the thoughts of her son and Sue, Helen had thought about the situation last night. Their erotic coupling had brought forth thoughts of her own desires for her son. Helen realized it would be a case of do as I say not as I think. Helen had put away any thoughts of an incestuous relationship with Chris Jr. However, his close resemblance to his father made it difficult to differentiate between the two of them. She wished she could be as lucky as Sue to find some young thing to service her, but realized she was a woman in hardware and had no time for such dalliances. 

As the days passed, Helen had greater and greater need for sexual release. She watched Chris Jr. and was constantly reminded of his dad. Finally, on the way home Helen stopped at a hardware store much different than the one for which she worked. That night, she brought out the dildo she had purchased. Hardware indeed. Deliberately, she stripped and lay spread-eagle on the bed. The dildo was not very long, but she had purchased the one with the largest girth. Helen wanted to feel full when she fucked herself. That's how she felt about it. This tool was going to provide her with her first fucking in a long time. First, she began to finger herself causing copious amounts of juice to flow, which she used to prepare her sex for the onslaught. Finally, she wet the head of the dildo and placed it between her outer folds centered on the mouth between the inner lips.

Gently at first, Helen pushed in the dildo. It immediately spread her cunt wide stretching her like she had not been since before her husband's death. Maybe the one she'd bought was too big. She persisted stretching herself until the pain stopped her. She withdrew the tool and pushed in again, attaining further penetration. She repeated this motion again and again until the tool was firmly planted in her twat. The pain of stretching and penetration had been exquisite. However, she dared not begin the vigorous motion of sex, until her body adjusted to the new tool. Instead, Helen fingered her clit with one hand while the other held the dildo in place. The remembrance of her son's rampant penis aided her and she enjoyed a massive orgasm based on the sensation of being so full, so stretched. Helen lay on the bed satiated, enjoying the fullness.

The children were not so content. Sue remained in the house often going to Chris' bedroom for a night of loving. Their exhibitionist natures lead them to leave the door open hoping Helen would again spy on them. Perhaps, Helen would want to join. Though Chris and Sue were somewhat sated, Jill was decidedly unhappy. As long as her mother was home, Jill was unable to be with her brother. Sue reminded Jill of the times she had done without sex when they weren't so open. It was small consolation. Jill and Chris managed the occasional sexual encounter when their mother was at work and they weren't to busy at school. She longed for the summer when it would be possible to love away the warm afternoons.

Helen continued to enjoy her dildo and as the nights passed, her body became more accommodating. She grabbed it by the balls the manufactures had thoughtfully provided and thrust into her cunt, sometimes pushing downwards. This allowed her to use her other hand to stimulate her clit while the dildo stroked the upper surfaces of her canal. Other nights, she pulled upwards as she thrust bringing the tool firmly against her clit, allowing her other hand to arouse her nipples. Soon, she was buying other hardware that vibrated. She liked the new ones but always returned to her favorite until one day she found a power tool she loved. Instead of using batteries, it had a small adapter that plugged into the wall. The instrument was then inserted and strapped in place. Another wire was attached to a small control box that varied speed and motion. This tool vibrated, thrust and had a small revolving corkscrew device under a soft outer cover of penis shaped neoprene. It gave a superb imitation of a thorough screwing. One night with the setting low, she fell asleep while it thrust, pulsed and whirled in her pussy. Her dreams became erotic. Visions of her naked son flashed through her mind.

Her dream transported her to the boardroom at work. Suddenly, Chris Jr. was there. She couldn't stop herself. Helen tore the buttons off her blouse, unfastened the front of her bra and lifted both breasts with her hands to be kissed. She knew one of the other employees could walk in at any moment. Helen's nipples needed attention and only her son would suffice. As he suckled on her nipple, she felt her moisture run down her thighs. Chris went from fully clothed to naked in a flash of thought. He unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Her panties were next, quickly removed and thrown by the skirt. He lifted her and laid her on the table. His mouth licked the streams running down her legs. He followed the rivulets upwards until he drank from her cunt. With a seductive smile, he began stroking his prick. Though hard, it seemed to swell as she watched. Helen spread her legs further apart anticipating the onslaught. Her cunt gaped; a pool of her honey began to form on the table. Helen's pussy screamed its desire to be filled by her son. Chris Jr. finally retuned to her cunt; then, his cock was fully inside of her. Helen's hips frantically heaved, screwing him for all she was worth. Her body writhed and thrashed; her tits bounced wildly as she fucked. Her orgasm impending, she screamed her passion. Her cunt squirted around his cock and balls as the orgasm rolled through her and would not stop. Feeling her pussy squeezing his cock, Chris came unable to contain himself any longer. Helen had heard of women who would squirt with orgasm, but that was a first for her. As it died to a trickle, Chris Jr. withdrew and again drank from her pussy. 

The dream flashed again and now she and Chris Jr. were on a plane. He ordered blankets from the flight attendant. As soon as she was covered, she was naked underneath the blanket. Her own son began to fondle her. Her own son! Helen pushed his hand away, but he persisted until her snatch demanded she allow him. Soon, her hand was exploring his equally nude body under his blanket. His cock was rampant and tented the blanket. Other passengers began to notice her heavy breathing and moans as her sexual tension increased. They turned and stared as his hand penetrated her pussy. Chris Jr. threw off the blanket exposing her to the other passengers. Helen's hips were now thrashing and heaving her pussy into his hand. The passengers, many of whom gathered to watch, were forgotten as her crisis came upon her. This time, Chris Jr. removed his hand as her body again began to squirt. Fluid sprayed out of her cunt, wetting her thighs and some of her fellow passengers. The males licked their lips in anticipation the females looked on with envy. 

Helen's dream flashed again and now, she and Chris Jr. were in her bedroom. Sue watched Helen fuck her own son. Helen couldn't help herself in the dream. Her mind wanted to stop and not expose herself any more to Sue, but Helen's body betrayed her, becoming more libidinous as the dream progressed. Helen's cunt demanded more of his dick reveling in the return of his body to hers. His prick was covered in copious amounts of her slime and pumped her continuously. She fucked and fucked, her hips moving faster and faster on her son's cock. Helen's snatch burned with heat for her son's body. "He's mine," Sue would cry as Helen came again and again, her cunt filled with his warm spunk.

Helen awoke with the sex tool still stimulating her. The sheets were soaked in her fluids and the air was saturated by the smell of sex. Helen stretched sensuously and remembered the dream. She realized she could never expose herself to public scrutiny of incestuous behavior. She would never have an affair with her son despite the dreamy appeal of doing so. As she removed her power tool, a smile played across her lips and she thought, 'There's really no need to fuck Chris Jr. After all, I'm a woman in hardware.'

The End?

I would very much like to thank my volunteer editor Lady Christabel, who taught me a lot as she continued to edit an expanding story which went well beyond her initial acceptance. Although she was able sometimes to slash a beautiful twenty-six word sentence to six I learned to appreciate it finding that it would read far better her way. It was a great learning experience and as we progressed I found I had a good friend as well. Thank you! To those of you who have taken the effort to read my first attempt I hope I have provided entertainment at the very least. I put a question mark at the end in hopes that you'll encourage me to add. It's up to you. Thanks for your attention. 

Phsssst 



A Woman in Hardware Ch. 08



One of Jill’s classes had been cancelled, the professor away sick, so she arrived home for lunch with the afternoon free. Because her mother was still in town and not due to leave for another trip until the following Monday, Jill was incredibly horny. She was unable to enjoy either her brother or Sue while her mother was home. Although Jill had never made love to Sue by herself, she realized she had the opportunity to do so but feared Sue may not be interested without Chris. After much agonizing, she phoned Sue and asked if she could visit. Sue told her she would be more than happy to have her. Jill’s fears soon vanished when Sue meet her at the door with a hug and a beautifully long kiss, full of tongue and sexuality as always. When Sue finally broke the kiss, Jill laughed and said, “That’s exactly what I needed. I’ve been so long without it I’m insatiable horny and need you to bed me this instant.”

Sue simply grabbed her by the hand and dragged her down the hall to her bedroom before she turned and once again kissed her with such passion their hips ground against each other as tongues battled for supremacy. Sue took Jill’s sweater and pulled it over her head exposing her beautiful bra clad breasts to her lusty gaze. Jill’s nipples peaked when she saw the look in Sue’s eyes and began to unbutton Sue’s blouse as Sue unclipped and removed Jill’s bra exposing her magnificent orbs with large areolas and extremely hard and sensitive nipples. Sue stepped back from Jill and with her eyes locked on Jill’s breasts tore the blouse from her body. With the incredible movement of which only women seem capable, reached behind her back to undo her own bra jutting from her bosom as she did so. She hunched her shoulders forward allowing the straps to slide down her arms and gravity take her bra to the floor baring her own pendulous beauties before taking Jill’s buttocks in her hands, lifting her slightly, as her mouth descended taking the nipple into her warm, questing mouth. Jill’s sigh of acceptance and head holding hand told of the lascivious messages Sue was sending to her neither region. Sue again kissed her mouth. The two large-breasted women stood stripped to the waist; their feminine flesh found no room and pushed to either side.

Sue again stepped back before going to her knees. She unfastened Jill’s slacks, slid them to the floor and Jill stepped from them. As she knelt, she pulled Jill’s panties away from her body bringing the waistline under her awaiting nose. She took a deep breath of warm arousing scent before sliding the panties down to join the slacks on the floor. Sue stood with eyes locked on the beauty standing before her. She told Jill to get into bed while she unfastened her own slacks and slid both panties and slacks to the floor. Jill crawled into the bed and Sue watched the gorgeous bottom move with its lovely hairy pussy, redolent with scent, creamy with moisture, swollen with arousal, tucked between her succulent white thighs, beckon her with its movement. Sue followed her into bed taking her once again into her arms but this time presenting her own breasts to Jill for attention. Jill took one in hand and brought it to her mouth for suckling before moving her hand to the second fondling and pinching the nipple to send exquisite sensations to Sue’s gushy pussy.

“Jill I need to cunt kiss you,” she gasped. “Will you sixty nine with me and cunt kiss me too? I want you on top of me so your creamy honey will drain into my mouth as I tongue your pussy.” Sue felt her nipple leave Jill’s suckling mouth as she moaned her reply.

Jill replied, “Sue, I love feeling your pussy kissing my mouth almost as much as I love your sweet juice.” Sue rolled onto her back as Jill turned in the bed before she straddled Sue’s face once again presenting Sue with the sight of a hairy, swollen, creamy pussy, exuding the musky scent of arousal, nestled beneath the fleshy globes of her ass. Jill’s tongue separated the lips of Sue’s sex and tasted her nectar as Sue pulled Jill’s pussy onto her waiting mouth. Sue’s hands gripped each buttock and separated them giving her further access to the delight of Jill’s twat. As her tongue delved deeper into Jill’s so soft lips, she couldn’t avoid noticing the puckered hole almost beneath her nose. Withdrawing her tongue, she coated her finger with copious amounts of saliva and slid it into Jill’s bum. Although it was the first time Jill’s asshole had been invaded, she loved the different feeling the probing finger produced and wiggled her ass in appreciation as Sue’s tongue retuned to her sex. Jill rightly assumed if Sue was probing her ass, she would like to have her own filled with a finger. Jill dropped a dollop of spit on Sue’s asshole and rubbed it in with a finger until the finger easily slid into Sue’s waiting ass eliciting a moan of appreciation. As their orgasms approached, fingers probed deeper and tongues sucked the orgasms from their clits. Jill enjoyed a multiple orgasm brought about by the new sensation of a finger fucking her asshole.

Sue enfolded Jill into her arms telling what a fantastic loving she felt it was and the ladies began talking. “Sue,” said Jill, “I’ve decided I’m bisexual. I enjoy you as much as I enjoy Chris. Each of you elicits different responses from me and I love you both.” 

“Well, it’s a little early to tell yet, Jill,” replied Sue, “I hope for your sake you’re right.”

“Why do you say that?” asked Jill.

“Because, if you are, you’re a very lucky young woman. Not many can physically and mentally love both sexes. You’ll always be able to sexually enjoy anyone you love. We heterosexuals miss so much because we are unable to touch and hold our own kind.”

“But Sue, you’re bisexual too,” said Jill. 

“No I’m not!” Sue vehemently denied. “The only reason I am able to love you is because your brother loves you so and introduced me into the thought of loving you too.” Sue was unwilling to tell Jill about the only other bisexual episode in her life. Sue did not tell Jill one of the reasons she enjoyed her taste so much was her flavor reminded her of her own sister. “To tell you the truth, I missed the taste of your brother in your sweet pussy today; and although I enjoy your body, I wouldn’t have had it not been for your exhibitionism and your wonderful offer of a cunt kiss with cream,” Sue told Jill. Jill looked at her strangely for a moment remembering the soft loving tongue. Jill was confused, but did not further question Sue’s assertions. 

“I’m no exhibitionist, although it may have appeared so. I must confess that I made the offer because I already knew you loved the taste of my brother’s cum and I owed you a viewing.” Jill explained how when she had yet to understand the joys of love she had watched Sue and Chris through Sue’s bedroom window. “So when you stood in the doorway, I felt I was returning a favor. So honor does pay as my mother taught me,” laughed Jill. “There is another reason why I think I’m bisexual,” Jill continued. “Remember the night my mom caught you and Chris making love and how I watched her masturbate?”

“Yes I remember.” Sue replied.

“Well I masturbated too dreaming of pulling my mom’s fingers from her sopping pussy and licking them clean before my tongue dipped into her pussy. Ever since, I have tried to find a way to tell my mom how much I love her and want to love her.”

Sue thought about what Jill had said for a moment or two then asked, “Jill are there times when you and your mother are nude in front of one another?”

“There’s been several times we’ve showered together when we’ve been camping and mom has never been shy about dressing and undressing in front of me or I with her.” Jill replied.

“So you’ve showered together. That gives me ideas.” Sue said to Jill, “Here’s what I think you should do. The next time your mother takes a shower; send Chris to see me.”

“Mom usually takes a shower when she comes home from work.” Jill said.

“Good,” said Sue. “Then we’ll plan for tonight. When your mother does shower, tell Chris I want to see him. I’ll make sure he wants to be with me for several hours, if you know what I mean,” as Sue gave Jill a salacious wink. “Then I think you should strip and ask if you can join her in the shower. Tell her you have something you want to talk to her about, which you certainly will if things go the way I think they might. As soon as you get in the shower, ask if you can wash her back and as you wash talk about school or something. Slowly begin to wash her bum; if she doesn’t protest, slide your fingers between her cheeks and rub her hole. You know how nice it feels. If she still doesn’t complain, soap your finger and her butt thoroughly then slide a finger into her ass. If she complains, tell her you were giving her a through cleaning. However, if she doesn’t, you had better be prepared to tell her how much and in what way you love her. After that, sweet words will get you every thing you want.” Jill thought it was a wonderful plan and went home dreaming of loving her mother.

When Helen arrived true to form she headed for the shower and her usual change of clothes. Jill hurried to her brother’s room and told him Sue wanted to see him right now. Chris left the house immediately and Jill stripped and headed to her mother’s shower. “Mom, would it be alright if I showered with you?” Jill asked. “There are some things I want to talk to you about.”

Helen saw no reason why they couldn’t talk in the shower and made room for her daughter. Jill was soon washing her back and talked about a professor she didn’t like. As they talked, Jill’s hands moved lower and lower slathering her mother’s body with soap. Helen began to notice how good it felt to have someone else’s hands caressing her body. She hadn’t allowed anyone to touch her in more years than she remembered and she allowed her body to relax under the ministrations of her loving daughter. As time passed, Jill’s hand began a gentle soothing wash of her bum; it felt wonderful. When Jill’s fingers slid between her cheeks and washed her hole, gently rubbing it, she almost said something but the feelings Jill initiated brought back fond memories of Chris Sr. and she said nothing, allowing her daughter to continue the gentle touches. Jill used the bar of soap lathering her mother’s ass in a thick layer of suds before gently probing and entering her mother’s hole. In almost a dream like state, Helen felt the gentle invasion of her private place eliciting such lovely sensations and memories. Jill’s other hand was on her lower abdomen holding Helen steady as her finger enflamed her mother’s passion. Now as Jill gently fingered her mother, she spoke of how much she loved her mother and how she would like to love her mother. Helen became aware of what her daughter said as Jill slid the steadying hand downwards and gently cupped her mother’s cunt. Helen listened, turned off the shower, turned her head and kissed her daughter with a passion she though dead.

When they stepped from the shower, Helen asked where Chris Jr. was and was quite happy to hear he was with Sue. They dried each other slowly, paying particular attention to breasts, ass, and pussy and becoming acquainted with each other’s charms before heading for Helen’s bed. As Jill walked slightly ahead of her mom, Helen took the time to admire what a magnificent beauty her daughter had become. She caught Jill and slid a hand around to grasp a teat as Helen’s pussy hair tickled her daughter’s backside. Helen’s mouth lovingly nibbled at Jill’s neck as she built passion within them both. As Helen’s one hand held Jill’s boob, another slid through the abundant pubic hair to gently split the lips of her daughter’s sex and feel the warm wetness of her daughter’s arousal. It was so wonderful to hold with love another after being so long without. The love flowing between Mother and Daughter further enhanced the sensations as each planned the other’s ravishment. Helen felt if she was to make love to her daughter, she would do it right ensuring Jill was happy having selected her mother as a lover. Helen began by caressing Jill’s body looking for her erogenous places. Sucking an ear lobe, feather kissing along her neck, licking in the hollow of her shoulder before sliding her tongue over Jill’s breasts, she carefully avoided her areolas and nipples. She teased with her mouth before engulfing a hard sensitive nipple sending spasms of sensation to Jill’s aroused swollen pussy. Helen’s hand cupped Jill’s sex, wetted by the slow drip of a lover’s most delicious juices. As Helen’s fingers again separated Jill’s lips, Helen began to anticipate her first taste. She knew her own pussy wanted Jill’s mouth. Helen didn’t know Sue had already taught Jill the art of pussy loving, so she decided to show her daughter what she lusted for by example.

Helen sat her daughter on the edge of the bed and sat on the floor between her daughter’s legs. Her hands began to rub Jill’s succulent inner thighs as with gentle pressure, Helen spread Jill’s legs further and further apart. Jill lay back with a pillow under her head and watched as Helen examined the beautiful cunt her daughter possessed. Helen loved the luxuriant growth of pussy hair. She ran her fingers through the tiny jungle before spreading the moist lips to expose the inner rosy-colored depths. Her fingers moved higher finally at the apex spreading it wide to seek Jill’s little sexual soldier, which stood tall and proud amongst the glistening folds, totally exposed by Helen’s fingers. Helen’s tongue snaked out and touched the nerve bundle previewing the tastes and sensations. Helen let her tongue rest and her body began to shake in anticipation. Finally, she could tolerate it no longer and began a slow lick from asshole to clit slathering her daughter’s pussy with saliva, her tongue stealing Jill’s juices. Repeatedly, it penetrated deeper and deeper seeking Jill’s delicious taste. Suddenly, Jill’s hands grabbed her head holding her tongue tight against her rubbing her clit over Helen’s tongue. Helen ceased to lick but simply held her tongue tight against her daughter as with thrashing hips, heaving ass, humping twat, Jill moaned her song of passion. Thrusting her body at her mother’s stilled tongue until with a cry of passion orgasm after orgasm overwhelmed her, she splashed her mother’s tongue with her creamy cum.

“Oh yes, Mom,” Jill cried while her body still shook with the after-effects of orgasmic bliss, “That was one of the best orgasms I have ever had. It was fantastic.” Helen stood and looked at her satiated daughter recumbent her legs still spread, her pussy still leaking her creamy spend, her body too exhausted by orgasm to move. Helen was proud of her first pussy tasting, knowing she had successfully met all expectations her daughter would have from her as her lover. However, her needs had not been meet. As she lovingly looked at her beautiful daughter, she spread her legs and allowed her finger to split her sex, not realizing she presented to her daughter the same sight that caused her daughter to fall in sexual love with her. When Jill saw her mother once again with finger in moist pussy, she told her mother it was her turn to taste. Helen crawled onto the bed at Jill’s instruction and straddled Jill’s waiting mouth; her pussy gushed with anticipation. Jill still hadn’t moved, but was finally able to slide an arm up Helen’s heated body and pull her cunt to her mouth so Helen’s bum rested above Jill’s breasts. Jill’s tongue forced apart her mother’s lips, entered her sheath, and tasted her mom’s honey.

Sue, true to her word, kept Chris interested. Chris had finished oiling Sue’s squeak for a second time when Sue took him into her loving arms and cuddled him close. “Chris,” she said, “I’m not sure how to tell you this, and understand for you I think it’s terribly wrong, but I’ve reached a time with you that tells me my fondest wish is for you to oil my squeak for the rest of my life.”

Chris looked deeply into in to Sue’s eyes and replied, “I’m glad you told me, because I didn’t want to say anything, at least not yet. In the last few weeks, things have changed between us. Several nights ago, I decided I wouldn’t abandon you to your squeak.” 

Sue hushed him in with a tender finger across his lips and replied, “Oh Chris, you’re far too young to make this kind of decision. What about children? What would your mother say?” She stopped his reply with a tender kiss loving his foolishness, wondering about her own. Chris remained hushed. He might be young and stupid, but he knew what he wanted. 

Sue and Chris talked of forging a commitment and dreamed of what Sue considered the impossible. Next door, Helen was about to explode into ecstasy riding her daughter’s tongue. Helen had grabbed her daughter’s head lifting it completely off the bed as she held Jill’s mouth against her thrusting crotch. Helen’s cunt swathed Jill’s face with her sticky goo as her slit slid over chin, mouth, and nose striving for orgasm. Jill slid one of her fingers into her own creamy pussy coating it thoroughly before sliding into her mother’s ass and taking Helen over the top with the added sensation. Helen’s pussy gushed liberally coating her daughter’s face with her cum as she rubbed her hardened clit against Jill’s nose.

Finally, satiated Helen had a chance to think back over the last few months as she held her naked daughter and now lover in her arms. Her success in hardware was assured. There were rumors the company was considering her for the presidency, for in about a year her boss was to retire. She had successfully staved off her growing passion for her son only for her daughter to come from behind and seduce her. Yet, she was the happiest she’d been in a long time.



A Woman in Hardware Ch. 09



While Helen held her naked daughter in her arms waiting for Jill’s recovery so they could make love again, her son Chris was next door, loving passionately their next door neighbor Sue. Through the allegory of Sue’s squeak they had finally admitted to each other of their love. As Chris lay on top of Sue, supporting his weight on his elbows, his shaft stroked her sheath with a loving motion, not seeking orgasm, but simply absorbing her love; Sue’s mind raced seeking a way they could commit themselves but still provide Chris with a family and children. Sue felt she was too old to begin a family as much as she’d have liked to, fearing the malformed babies a woman her age sometimes produced. Besides Chris was still too young to be a father he didn’t know what next week would hold. Babies at his age were out of the question. It was while these thoughts went through her mind she realized she would like babies in her home she could cuddle and hold, especially Chris’ babies. Sue thought of Chris’s sister Jill, whom they both loved passionately, but rejected her for the same reason she rejected herself, the possible terrible consequences of a brother, sister, union on their unborn children. Thoughts of Jill made her understand she was capable of making a commitment while allowing Chris the love of another woman and with that thought a whole plan fell into to place.

She kissed Chris’ face over and over again as the words fleshed out in her mind, then pushed him off of her onto his back so she could roll on top of him and look down as she began to tell him of her plan. “Chris! Stop trying to feel me up, I have something important I want to talk to you about,” as her body wiggled on his, attempting to avoid his searching hands, one finger trying to penetrate her. “Stop it and listen.” Chris hearing her slightly sharpened tone, immediately stopped attentive to his lover’s wants.

“Chris, I want it clearly understood from the start, I ‘m an extremely jealous woman who wants her man exclusively, but because of circumstance, I will be forced to make allowances. Having said that, here are the rules you will have to agree to, with the exception of Jill, you may not touch another woman, not even kiss her unless I approve; your mother excepted provided the kiss is chaste. No! Don’t say anything until you’ve heard my entire proposal. I expect you to watch women looking for one which will make an excellent wife but above all a good and loving mother. Talk to them. Find out their wants and desires. Find out if they are warm and considerate. If you find her you will either bring her to me to look over or take me to her. Initially we don’t have to be introduced. I will be satisfied with a look but to be honest if I could talk to her for a few moments I’d prefer it. With my approval you may begin to date her which will include kissing and fondling, but you may not have sex. I recommend strongly you try to seek out bisexual women because I will not allow you to have sex with them before they have sex with me.

Bisexuality is not; however, a prerequisite since if you feel she’s the one I will do everything in my power to seduce her. If and only if she wins my sexual approval and love will I allow you to bed her. Clearly I will remain the alpha female in your life allowing only Jill to sometimes supercede me. Understand completely it is I who will be the alpha female for as I age it will protect me from my own jealousies. I have reason to believe, although as of yet I’m not sure, I think your mother will become far more receptive to the thought of loving you physically. These rules especially apply to her; she must come to me first, not because I’m bisexually inclined Sue carefully and vehemently assured him, but because I must establish my dominance as your lover particularly over her. Your mother must ask me for you. In addition your marks at school must remain high as a matter of fact I expect you to out perform, because if you plan to have two women in your life you’ll have to support them. I apologize if this seems harsh, but it is the only way I can think of where I can commit to you. With your agreement to this proposal I will give you my love and well being to cherish and protect. One last thing, nobody may know of this agreement until you have married. You’re future wife will be the only other living person to ever know of this. I know you, even at your young age, can keep a secret, it’s one of the reasons I love you so.” 

They talked abut Sue’s proposal late into the night, Chris for the first time forgetting about the time as Sue and he filled out the parameters, making a few small changes. For example it was decided because Sue was not a blood relative it would be easy to have Sue accidentally run into a girl he was thinking of in a public place such as a coffee shop and be introduced so she could talk to them for a few moments. Finally they were in agreement, Sue’s basic proposal intact, as Chris allowed it was more than fair giving him privileges which most men only dreamed of, yet limiting him in his choices. 

With Chris’s agreement Sue felt, if not married, committed and began to kiss Chris all over his face and chest with a passion which seemed to transcend all the loving that had gone before. Chris responded with equal fervency kissing her till finally their bodies came together. His mouth now suckling a nipple sending messages of a need to be filled as her hands held his head in place. Then her hands pulled him up her body so his mouth would return to hers filling hers with tongue and sweet saliva as her tongue battled with his. She felt the tip of his wonderful flesh against her folds and sent one hand to grasp the shaft and center it. It was such an exquisite feeling as his manhood slowly penetrated her, sliding through her slimy warmth, stretching her sheath, as he filled her with his love. Her pussy responded with additional exudate, making her oh so creamy for his probing cock. His cock felt so wonderfully encased by her now creamy, thrusting, throbbing, cunt. Their love melded with their lust. Each now having forgotten their own needs as they strove to create the ultimate fuck for their partner. The ultimate orgasm. 

Sue began to thrash beneath him, her hips heaving her cunt upwards, her ass leaving the bed, her stomach muscles pulling her twat into position for deeper penetration. Her clit hardened with passion held hard against his stroking prick; till finally sexual tensity broke like a damn washing her in orgasm after orgasm so intense she barely felt his warming spew as with immense shudders he blew sending rope after rope of semi transparent whiteness into her spasmodically humping, heaving pussy. In a paroxysm of physical love so violent, her cunt began to convulse on his cock sucking it in its greed for more stimulation, seeking more orgasmic convulsions till finally, as Chris withdrew from her, her body exhausted, covered in a thin film of perspiration, she lay twitching on the bed. Chris, recognizing her exhaustion, refrained from tasting his favorite sexual treat but watched instead as her gapping pussy expelled their frothy commingled creams onto the bed forming a large damp spot between her legs.

Sue announced her recovery with a sudden shout of, “Oh my goodness I’ve lost my squeak!” as she clasped her pussy as though trying to stop its escape. Then through laughter crinkled eyes she looked at Chris and announced, “Oh there it is!” Then she jumped on top of him, kissing him all over. Her squeak seemed to grow louder and louder; as with giggles, play, and laughter, she searched him for a tool to oil it with.

Sue was extremely happy with Chris’ acceptance of her in his life, but her sense of humor would have been further tickled had she known how successful her nefarious schemes were for Jill’s seduction of her mother. While Sue and Chris consummated their commitment Helen was introducing Jill to her collection of hardware, showing her lover the various tools she had used to pleasure herself. Jill was especially impressed with the dildo with the huge girth which Helen had first purchased.

“Oh mother can your really slip that inside you?” Jill asked as she fondled the large neoprene penis checking it size by trying to wrap her fingers around it. “Can I watch you do yourself, mother, with this monster prick?” gushed Jill “Oh please let me see you fill yourself. I bet it’s so hot filling your pussy with so much bulk. Does it make you horny just thinking about it? It makes me horny thinking of you filling your juicy puss. Will you let me help you shove it in?” 

Helen laughed at her daughter’s impetuosity but replied “Honey if you’re willing to lick my pussy till it’s all creamy and ready I’ll show you how I use it and yes you can help fuck me with it.” 

Jill immediately went down on her mother giving nice long licks which coated her sex with saliva as well as solicited the creamy juices her mother needed to enable her pussy to accept the wonderful tool. When Jill felt her mother was ready she liberally coated the dildo with saliva as she watched Helen further prepare her cunt by shoving four fingers in deeply spreading her emissions and beginning the stretching process. Jill handed her the dildo which she carefully inserted into the beginning of her orifice allowing Jill to see her pussy lips spread and stretch until the inner labia was but a thin line around the penetrating tool. Helen still enjoyed the feeling of fullness this tool gave her and she enjoyed sharing with her daughter this most intimate act. Once she had it fully inserted she allowed her daughter to grab it by the balls and began the stroking which would bring her to orgasm. “Not so fast honey, slow and easy, pull it up a little so it rubs my clit, that’s the way, oh yes, slow and easy, oh that’s good, oh yes, that’s good. Oh honey you’re doing that just right. It feels so much better when you do it. Oh some more, yes, now you can push it in a little harder, oh that’s the way, oh yes, oh that’s wonderful.”

Helen lay spread eagled before her daughter watching her as she manipulated to tool following Helen’s instructions; it was obvious that Jill was becoming highly aroused as she continued to bring her mother off. Jill’s nipples were hard and erect aching from the lust that watching the large tool penetrate elicited in her “Oh that’s it honey, a little faster now, oh yes, oh yes, harder, harder, oh yes, oh yes, that’s it, do me, oh that’s right do me hard, oh yes shove it home, do me,” Listening to her mother’s moans and instructions aroused Jill to such and extent she was forced every once and a while to finger her self using the ball of one finger to force the hood over her clit against it, bringing tiny moments of satisfaction as her mother’s now wanton movements inflamed her. Helen was now thrusting her body at the stroking dildo using stomach and leg muscles to angle her twat into the right positions to receive Jill’s continuing thrusts. “Yes, yes, oh rub it in, oh yes fill me, fuck me, do me,” panted Helen as with a final elongated “do me” Helen thrust up her hips driving the tool deeper than ever before as her orgasm caused her body to spasm around the thrusting tool “Oh that’s enough honey, no more.” She said as she came down off her blissful high. 

“Oh mother that was so hot. I want you to do me now. I’m so ready” Jill said as tiny rivulets of moisture ran down her beautiful succulent thighs. Helen moved allowing Jill to take her place on the bed.

“Are you sure Jill this is awfully big.” Helen said.

” I just have to try mother, it looked so sensual as it slid in and out of your cunt, I think it must feel wonderful to be so full.” Jill replied fingering her self gently in front of her mother, her thighs spread wide in anticipation of the wonderful stretching she was about to receive. Helen had to admit Jill indeed looked ready, her pussy glistening with lubricating moisture her sex swollen in lustful anticipation. Helen gave the dildo a few more strokes in her body, where she had left it expecting a need for her own lubricity to further coat the artificial cock in mucilaginous slime. She withdrew the tool covered in her own creamy emissions and presented it to the mouth of Jill’s waiting crevice. With gentle put unstoppable pressure Helen began to drive the rubber phallus into her daughter. Jill head trashed from side to side, her hands by her side fisted great handfuls of sheet, as the head opened her wide sending beautiful erotic sensations of gentle pain through her sexually pervaded body. She felt an ecstasy of love, lust and pain as her mother loving granted her daughter that which she so desired a total filling. Jill finally screamed in her lust and passion, startling her mother and bringing the invading dildo to an abrupt halt.

“Oh no mother don’t stop” moaned Jill as she humped her body showing her need, “ I need more please mom more” Helen looked closely at Jill’s grossly distended pussy lips before deciding to continue. She leaned over and dropped several large dollops of spittle on the encroaching tool rubbing the moisture into her daughter’s dilated flesh as well as on the remaining shaft to further lubricate the breaching phallus. Suddenly it slipped the rest of the way in as though Jill’s cunt had sucked it forward demanding its’ satisfaction. “Oh mom it feels wonderful, I feel so fully loaded so ready to be fucked. Fuck me mother please fuck me like I fucked you.” Helen understood what her daughter was telling her remembering back to her first time with this magnificent piece of hardware so she began with a slow gentle motion which satisfied for the moment Jill’s overwhelming need for a screwing. Jill’s body responded with a tranquil arching of her body as her hands let go of the sheet and traveled to her teats to roll and pinch her nipples. As her mother’s thrusts became more forceful her fingers pulled on her tender buds elongating them trying to relieve the ache of passion which not only engorged her nipples but permeated her entire body. The thrusting in her cunt was so intense that she pinched and pulled almost torturing her tender flesh before sending both hands down her body one to pull back the hood at the apex of her sex to expose her little soldier the other hand sent out a questing finger whose tip found and inflamed her nerve bundle above the thrusting neoprene.

Her muscles now hunched her snatch at the encroaching tool demanding satisfaction, as the ball of her finger polished her clit. Her tensity peaked and orgasmic convulsions racked her body. Jill’s cunt contracted tightly around the invasive tool gripping it with spasmodic intensity. It took great care and tenderness on Helen’s part to extricate the well used tool from Jill’s swollen throbbing pussy, leaving a gapping hole which leaked it’s fluids on to the bed. Helen watched her daughter’s pussy slowly close before she leaned forward to kiss the face she loved so much as one expression after another danced across it. Finally as her body relaxed Jill was able to say, “That was fabulous mother, you sure know your hardware.”

Sue stretched her body lazily against Chris enjoying the movement of skin against skin before wrapping him in her arms once more kissing him tenderly. They had fucked so many times during the evening she felt completely satiated and now held him for the sheer joy of doing so luxuriating in his warmth, exhilarated by his touch, lovingly anticipating each new kiss as he worshiped her naked body with his mouth. She stretched again arching her back as his nose nestled in her pussy hair knowing full well he was intoxicating himself on her redolence besotted by her feminine aromatic stink. His evocativeness so strong it bought tears to her eyes as his mouth moved up her body kissing until their lips meet once again flooding her with his love. ‘Silly woman,’ she thought to herself as she hugged him again never wanting to let go. “Chris,” she finally whispered in his ear, “You have to go home, it four in the morning and although I strongly suspect your mother will not be on the war path being busy herself you should go. I don’t know how you’re going to get through school tomorrow and remember I expect excellence.”

Chris rolled off the bed and began looking for his clothes which had been scattered all over the room mixed in amongst Sue’s. As he dressed he asked why she thought his mother would be busy. Sue told him about the afternoon of loving with Jill and why Jill had sent him over. “So you think they’re making love?” he said incredulously. “I know you and I would have liked her to join us but she never did. Why do you think she would with Jill?” 

“Because you mother has gone a long time without the loving she deserves and when Jill approaches her, her defenses will be down. She won’t be expecting to be seduced by her daughter so her reticence will be overcome by her passion.” Sue replied, demonstrating the humor which saw the foibles of her fellow humans was backed by a keen intelligence which also understood their emotions. The plan which Sue had given Jill was not by chance but carefully contrived based on insight that saw much. “Now kiss me and go!” The kiss was long and passionate because neither of them wanted him to go.

After he had left Sue lay in bed thinking over their commitment knowing it was right. Many would have told her she was crazy demanding she love the woman first. But she had her reasons and wanted the future Mrs. Chris to love her too. Sue was damned if she was going to lay in bed alone and unloved while some young hussy lay beneath her lover getting herself impregnated. Sue was going to be there shoving the sperm up the little hussy’s twat with her tongue if she had to! Also there was the other portion of the plan the one Sue hadn’t told Chris about. She loved him so much ,if he ever needed it, the plan offered him a way out. She could pretend to dump him leaving him with a wife that she had already approved.

Helen heard Chris tip toe down the hall but was too entwined with Jill’s body to think of getting up to berate him. Maybe tomorrow she thought as she kissed her daughter’s forehead and snuggled closer to her lover’s warmth, not knowing Chris had checked Jill’s bed and upon seeing it empty laughed to himself as he went to his own. Chris was happy Jill had found another lover it would give him more time with Sue. It was strange he thought how what had started out to be a romp in the hay with his sexy, out going, funny, next door neighbor had now engulfed his entire family in love. 



A Woman in Hardware Ch. 10



Helen was in a state of shock. Several months had passed since Jill and Helen became lovers, settling comfortably into their new rolls together. Jill told Chris how much she loved their mom the following Monday when Helen left town on business. She, Sue, and Chris had been making love for hours, when she told him, knowing they had almost two weeks before Helen would return. When Helen did, Jill told her mom her son knew of their love and approved. Helen was unsure how much she liked the idea her son was aware of her accepting Jill into her bed. However, once he knew, she saw no reason not to have Jill in her bed on a nightly basis, although Chris was sometimes subjected to the cries of passion emanating from her bedroom. It wasn't as though Chris was unaware of sex knowing he was often with Sue. In fact, knowing Chris was aware of her relationship with her daughter and with her daughter's encouragement; Helen had begun kissing Chris with a lasciviousness no mother should allow. However, Chris' return kiss had always been chaste much to Helen's chagrin. 

Today, Helen came home staggered by an offer she felt she couldn't possibly refuse. Her chief competitor in hardware approached her and offered her a job. It was the largest company of its kind in North America and they came with a challenge as well. It would be her job to take on the largest hardware company in the world - a consortium whose head office was in Europe. It was the board's decision to competitively surpass this company in their own backyard. The board felt she was the person most likely to succeed in this endeavor and lead their company into the twenty-first century. They prepared to back their decision with money. Aware Helen had been with her current company about nineteen years, they offered Helen a signing bonus along with a huge salary and seven figure bonuses if she met their targets on an annual basis. Helen examined these targets and felt she had the talent to meet and surpass them. The signing bonus would make her a multi-millionaire overnight.

There was one catch; they would need to move and Helen instinctively knew her son would resist. Although the new city offered one of the finest universities in America, which she could easily afford, she knew her son wouldn't leave without a fight. She didn't know how to handle him and finally realized she would need to talk to Sue. Helen picked up the phone "Sue, this is Helen Anderson. I wonder if I might have a few moments of your time?"

"Oh Helen, I recognize your voice," replied Sue. "Sure come right over, I'll put on some coffee." Soon, Helen once again sat at the infamous kitchen table.

Helen explained what was happening and the concerns she had about Chris. "I know he is in love with you, but now he'll be able to go to one of the finest universities in the country." 

"Helen, I don't know where to begin, so I guess I'll start with you. You don't know how happy I've been to have you as a neighbor. I've watched you raise two wonderful children as a single parent. While doing so, you reached the top of your profession. I admire you; you're one of the nicest persons I know. I happen to love both your children. Jill is an honorable young lady with the manners and upbringing for which only you could be responsible. Your son, well I don't know how to put it in words, I love him so. I noticed the pictures of your dead husband in your home and acknowledge Chris Jr. is his spitting image. If your husband is the man responsible for producing such a fine young man, then I know where you got the strength to manage as well as you have on your own. You must have loved him with unbelievable passion! Just as I love your son. I'm sorry; I'll do everything in my power to help you resolve this except for one thing. I will not, under any circumstances, lose him." There were tears in Sue's eyes, but they held Helen's steadily as she made her pronouncement. 

Helen's resolve melted under her steady gaze. "I'm sorry, Sue. I came here to ask you for exactly that. I had no right. I couldn't ask Chris, because I already knew his answer. Now, I realize even if you agreed, he would not." Tears came to her own eyes as she stood. "Can you forgive a foolish woman who forgot the true value of human relations because a lot of money was waved before her eyes?" 

Sue stood as well, "Helen, you are the classiest woman I know." 

Suddenly they were in each other's arms crying on each other's shoulders till finally Helen said " I'm suppose to be the big executive with decisions at my finger tips, Sue I promise you I'll find us a way where we're all happy." Impulsively, Helen kissed Sue to suddenly feel only smoke and fire as the kiss continued until Helen finally broke it. Astounded by the sexuality of the woman which stood before her Helen swallowed several times before finding her voice and weakly assuring Sue she'd find a way before she dashed from the house to her own.

Helen lay in her bed wide-awake worrying. It had been a beautiful evening with Jill. She lay with her arms crossed over Jill's chest with one of her breasts in each hand while her own breasts were firmly pressed into Jill's back. She wondered where Jill learned to sleep with both breasts so lovingly held. Her thoughts derailed when Jill, in her sleep, snuggled her bum closer to her mother matting the pussy hair. Helen's thoughts turned to the new job she was certain she would take, and then flashed to her promise to Sue. Because both problems were so inextricable intertwined, her mind moved back and forth between the two shoving to the back of her mind other thoughts. The thoughts of that hot kiss. Although she didn't realize it, a new state of arousal permeated her body. She would need to wake Jill for resolution. Only the taste of Jill's sweet pussy would quench the fires that slowly built in her body. 

In the meantime, her mind continued to worry at her problems. She thought of the new staff she would hire to assist her in her endeavors. She would definitely need an Executive assistant, someone able to think like herself. Someone with a keen insight into other's thought processes, someone who... someone with a keen insight... Sue! With her problems solved for the moment, her body noticed its libidinous state. One hand left Jill's lower breast to gently travel down her body, feeling her soft tummy as it passed to travel through her luxurious pubic hair. She extended one finger moving over Jill's clit to split the soft lips of her sex and enter her warm sheath.

Jill sleepily awoke to the penetrating motions of a thrusting finger obviously intended to galvanize her sexuality. She rolled towards her mother onto her back spreading her thighs to allow further access to the questing finger. Her mother's face loomed over hers for a moment before descending to kiss with soft passion her daughter. Jill's responded with erect nipples and a pussy flushing warm cream over the softly thrusting finger. With Jill's arousal elicited, Helen turned in the bed before lying on her back to roll Jill on top of her. Helen's mouth began searching Jill's sweet pussy for her nectar. Her tongue delved deep. Her nose inhaled the intoxicating aroma of her daughter's cunt. Helen's hands rubbed the soft globes of Jill's beautifully rounded ass luxuriating in the soft sensuality of her form. She felt the ultra-soft flesh of her daughter's inner thighs occasionally brush her face. Her tongue began aching from the force she used to thrust deep into her daughter's tasty twat. Helen's propensity was to continue this beautiful embrace to the wee hours of dawn, but she needed to be up early to talk to Sue.

Helen's tongue left her daughter's cavity to investigate the apogee of her sex, probing to unsheathe the little soldier of love. With pursed lips, she began suckling on her daughter's pearl, enlarging it slightly and Jill's bum began flexing under her hands driving her nerve bundle against the osculating lips. Helen's own pussy had not been forgotten as Jill with stiffened fingers imitated cock thrusting into her channel while her tongue slathered her clit with love and saliva. Soft moans began filling the room as both women searched for orgasm occasioned by questing tongues. As the songs of love grew more strident, Chris rolled in his sleep unconsciously pervaded and warmed by the songs of love emanating from his mother's room. As climaxes began each woman deeply cunt kissed the other rewarded not by saliva but the ultra creamy cum of a pussy in love. 

The constant pounding on her front door finally woke Sue from a deep sleep and wrapping a robe around her nude body she went to answer it, to find Helen as usual immaculately dressed for work, but unusually agitated. "Sue, I'm sorry to wake you so early but how much do you make as a legal secretary? Forty? Fifty?" asked Helen as she brushed by Sue into the house. Sue was surprised by the personal question as well as the fact her next-door neighbor seemed to know what she did and how much she made, but she answered honesty telling Helen it was about forty-five. Helen sat uninvited at her kitchen table and said, "I'll offer you sixty!" It was at that point Sue's sense of humor overwhelmed her and she began to laugh. Helen looked at her for a moment as though she were a woman from Mars, before her body relaxed and she broke into peals of laughter of her own. "You have no idea what I'm talking about do you?" she said, her eyes sparkling. Helen quickly outlined her thoughts from the previous night explaining how she felt Sue would be an excellent choice as well as solving the problem of separating the two lovers. "Sue," said Helen, "I've listened to your quick wit for years fully understanding there was a keen mind behind the humor. I want you to understand, however, that an executive assistant rises and falls on the success of her boss. Should I loose this job for any reason, you'll be out of a job too. Not only that you'll be living in a strange city without your friends to support you." 

"Helen, you already know my answer. When do you expect me to start?" 

"Well, I haven't accepted the job yet, but I will today with your assurance you will come with us. I have already told the children a family meeting is scheduled for six sharp tonight. They know something's in the wind but as of yet don't know what. I think you should attend if you would like."

"Of course, I'll be there," replied Sue. 'I wouldn't miss this for the world,' Sue thought. With polite goodbyes, Helen was on her way to commit all of them to a new life. Sue thought for a few minutes about the house she would be leaving; she had owned it for close to twenty years. However, she thought of Chris and knew she would have far deeper regrets if she didn't follow her heart. Sue was waiting with Chris and Jill holding Chris' hand when Helen arrived typically promptly at six.

"Chris, Jill, and you too Sue, I don't know how to start, but this morning I've committed us to moving to a new city," said Helen. She went on to describe the offer and what it entailed. She explained about the new university they would attend. The new company assured Helen that through grants and donations, they had huge influence and there was no way her children would not be accepted. She went on to explain, looking at Sue; she expected the move would take place at the end of the school year on May fifteenth. 

Jill was the first to reply. "I'm not going, Mother!" She exclaimed. Helen was surprised Jill was the first to balk; although, Chris followed immediately with similar sentiments of his own. Well at least she had an answer for Chris.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Son," she said with a twinkle in her eye. Looking at Sue, Helen said, "I'm sure Sue will miss you." Both she and Sue started to laugh while Chris looked on with some annoyance, and then putting him out of his misery told him, "I hired Sue as my executive assistant this morning and she is moving with me." 

Chris looked at both of them for a moment then began to laugh. "I think I will withdraw my objection, Mother." 

Helen looked at Jill with concern in her eyes. Before she could speak, Jill said, "I think I will withdraw my objection as well. I spoke hastily and I realize it is a fine opportunity to attend such a prestigious school." Helen wondered about Jill's instant turnabout, but was soon lost in the happiness the extended family emanated. Oh, there would be some regrets as friends were left behind, but all of them seemed to look forward to the new adventure. Helen explained she would travel back and forth a lot and expected them to study hard for their upcoming exams while she was away. Sue assured Helen as her executive assistant she would ensure the studying took place. Then, Sue went home and Jill to her bedroom leaving Chris alone with his mother. "Is it alright if I go to Sue's for awhile?" Chris asked.

"I knew you would want to, Son. It's okay with me," replied Helen.

"You hired her for me didn't you, Mom?" Chris asked.

"No son, I hired her for her quick wit and intelligence; but to be honest, her name came up because of you," replied Helen. Chris began to kiss his mom. It wasn't the usual chaste kiss, but and endless kiss of fire and passion. Helen's body melted against him, her pussy flushing thick cream into her panties. She prayed his hands would begin to roam over her body, but instead, he stepped back. With a look of lust in his eyes, he left for Sue. She knew she had been thanked. She knew he loved her with the passion for which she hoped. She also knew his sense of honor would not allow him anything behind Sue's back. She had to go see her fire fighter, Jill. Poor Jill extinguished a number of fires recently; but she was so good at it and seemed to thoroughly love the job. With streaming pussy, she ran upstairs to find her daughter.

Helen left for the new city the following Monday and Sue moved in with the two siblings. She enjoyed their welcoming embraces that lead to a night of passion. That night was particularly intense because the long abstinence left her writhing and lust-wracked. Although she loved her mother and enjoyed her body, nothing compared to sucking her brother's creamy spend from Sue's lubricious pussy. There was a sense of depravity about it, which seemed to pervade her with wantonness and libidinousness that exceeded her usual lasciviousness. She realized Chris made her feel so licentious. Jill was unsure whether she should feel guilty or happy and it began preying on her mind. It didn't prevent her from enjoying the two lovers' bed when their mother was away.

Helen arrived home one day and asked Sue to take off some time to join her on the next flight. She found a home for them and wanted Sue to look for a place as well. It left Jill and Chris alone for the first time in quite awhile and the two looked forward to after their studies. Jill came into Chris' room wearing a loose blouse and a short skirt. She leaned over his shoulder to see what he was doing, but ensured her braless breasts pressed hard against his back. He responded by asking how he was supposed to concentrate when she was there. Her response was to swing his chair around and straddle his lap allowing the skirt to ride up and exposing her luxuriant pussy hair. She leaned forward so he could see down her blouse to the feminine mounds topped by very erect nipples. "Chris," she sighed, "Do you really love fucking me, or are you still bothered by the fact I'm your sister?"

Chris wondered what had brought the question on and asked, "How can you ask? You know I love you and enjoy your body; it's wonderful" 

"Well, society would think we're perverted. When I think about our incestuous relationship, it just makes me hornier than ever. I started to wonder if I'm depraved," worried Jill.

"Maybe we are, because I feel that way, too. Many would call us degenerate but the person I love most in this world thinks our love is beautiful, and joins us every chance she gets." I guess when we started; we had two ways to go. We could have allowed ourselves to be overwhelmed in guilt or try to comprehend our supposed desecration and revel in it. I know I chose to rejoice in the debauchery of our actions and not look back. Yes, I enjoy it now when my penis supposedly defiles you every time it enters you, it makes me hornier too." Chris then took her to his bed and they fucked long into the night enjoying the added zest of depravity. Jill had one last question before they fell asleep.

"Do you want to fuck Mom too?" asked Jill.

"You bet I do. It would make me so horny screwing Mom; it would be so wonderfully iniquitous. However, I won't because I love Sue. She lets me love you because she loves you, too," replied Chris.

Jill thought for a moment and said, "They're on a trip together. Maybe something wonderful will happen."



A Woman in Hardware Ch. 11



Helen and Sue arrived at their hotel around six in the evening. Because there was not much time left in the day, Helen suggested they change into something more comfortable before having a few drinks. Helen reserved adjoining rooms with the double doors allowing access if unlocked. They changed into surprisingly similar attire. Both women hated bras; and so, in thong-style panties they wrapped robes around themselves. Helen used the white hotel robe while Sue donned a shorter robe she brought from home. They soon gathered in Helen's room.

"Let's get a pitcher of martinis from room service; and when we're ready, we'll order dinner," said Helen. Sue saw nothing wrong with the idea. Soon, they were each curled in a chair. As the liquor flowed, each became more loquacious. Finally, conversation turned to sex. Helen, allowing the liquor to give her license, asked Sue how she liked making love to her son, Chris. Sue for a moment was tempted to make a quick rejoinder but then on second thought, answered the question honestly.

"Chris is a fine young man. To be honest, I first took him to bed because he had a magnificent body. I enjoyed him immensely, not realizing I played with fire. As I got to know him, I fell in love - unintentionally, but there it was. But, I promise, I have his best interests at heart, because I love him. As time progresses, you'll see," replied Sue. "Can I ask you a very personal question?" 

Helen laughed and said, "I asked you one; I guess I owe you one." 

Sue looked Helen straight in the eye and said, "I know you caught us making love the night you came home from Boston. I think you masturbated watching us. Why didn't you say anything?" 

"Because, what I saw was my dead husband. He was making love to another woman." Pausing, Helen continued. "I knew it was Chris and I desperately wanted to make love to him that night. But, I knew it was wrong and resisted; I felt you had far more right to do so. To be honest, since then I've had second thoughts many times. On more than one occasion, I wished I'd walked in on you; not to scold, but to make love."

"To both of us?" Sue asked. 

"Yes, to both of you, I guess." Helen replied.

"Helen, I think we might love each other because we have a common ground. We both love Chris equally and both want what's best for him." With her feelings exposed, Sue stood and placed her glass carefully on the table. She walked to Helen and took the glass from her nerveless fingers placing it carefully on the table. Helen watched the scene unfold in slow motion. Sue's robe gaped revealing her pendulous white breasts with swollen areolas and erect nipples. Helen turned her face to accept Sue's descending lips. Her mouth opened allowing Sue's probing tongue. Helen's breasts responded with aching nipples so erect they were painfully sensitive. 

Grasping the lapels of Helen's robe, Sue pulled her from the chair. With a motion almost violently passionate, Sue tugged apart the lapels apart exposing Helen to her lusting gaze. "Oh, Helen, you're so beautiful," Sue thickly sighed, her voice dropping an octave. She pushed the robe over Helen's shoulders and allowed it to drop to the floor. Helen stood, her pride in her body growing and feeding on the lust in Sue's eyes. Sue scrutinized Helen's body. Sue noticed the many stray strands of pussy hair escaping the edges of Helen's thong, the split of her sex shaping the crotch, and the growing spot of moisture staining the panties. Sue licked her lips as she opened her own robe and mashed her breasts against Helen, forcing nipple against nipple and prodding with her not-so-insignificant stiffened buds. Into Helen's dry mouth, Sue slid her questing tongue searching for sensual sensation and further inflaming their libidinous bodies. Sue whispered in her ear, "Helen spread your legs a little then bend at the knee." Sue knelt, instructing Helen to thrust her pussy forward. Helen complied as Sue jerked down her panties. Sue shoved her nose deep into the hairy pussy Helen presented allowing her to inhale deeply and filling her nostrils with the redolence of a fully aroused mature female. Sue gazed at Helen. Smiling, she told Helen how she loved her fresh scent filled with sexual promise. Sue lowered the panties to Helen's ankles so she could step from them. Sue stood, and with a wiggle of her hips, dropped her own panties to the floor. The two women stood admiring each other for a moment before Sue took Helen's hand and led her to the bed. Their asses undulated towards the bed; each body unconsciously telling the other of its unconstrained eagerness. As they reached the bed, Sue's hand stole to Helen's bum stroking it gently. Her knowing hand further aroused an impassioned Helen.

Sue took control and carefully positioned Helen, allowing her to lie beside Helen yet give access to all of Helen's erogenous zones. She spread her legs wide enough to provide the access she wanted. Sue lay beside Helen and began applying the lessons she had given Chris as how to read an arousing body. Now, a more apt student than teacher, Sue sought the moisture on Helen's baby-soft inner thighs. She kneaded the shiny wetness first into one thigh then to the other. Occasionally, her finger dipped into the source of the moisture applying more to Helen's thighs. Sue's hand stroked in such a manner her upper finger would slid through Helen's sex without penetrating stimulating the lips of her pussy to further heights of arousal. 

Sometimes the finger would dip into the moisture then travel to Helen's mouth rubbing the sexual goo over the lips before sliding her fingers into Helen's mouth to allow the taste of her own essence. Sometimes Sue would take the fingers into her own mouth to savor the flavor she loved. But what Helen loved the most was when Sue's finger delved into her own sex bringing her flavor to Helen's mouth then sharing it by placing the fingers across her lips and bringing her own lips to the sharing. The women's faces were but a fingers' width apart; their tongues sliding together over the fingers gathering together the tasty substance which was liberally coated on them. Then Sue would kiss her lips as they savored Sue's essence together. Sometimes Helen would with hand attempt to touch or fondle Sue only to have her hands batted away impatiently. Helen tried several times to shove her fingers into Sue's lubricious sex only to be thwarted by those batting hands and finally Sue's tongue entered her ear swirling in the canal before she whispered, "tonight your body is mine to touch and feel leave my body alone so I can concentrate, I promise your turn will come." Again, the tongue swirled in her ear before returning to her lips for a kiss.

Sue's mouth traveled to her nipple while her fingers between thumb and forefinger grasped another. Helen gasped as the fingers griped and pulled upward shaping her breast into a cone, sending messages of pain, which seemed to travel directly to her genitals. Sue's mouth gently sucked the other soothing the aching lust, until suddenly fingers and mouth changed roles as teeth bite, not so much as to penetrate or damage, but enough to still the ache in her teats with a flash of fire to her sex. Sue's hand gently rolled the nipple soothing the pain by reawakening the lust, which returned the ache to her breast. Sue's tongue traversed her breasts licking flatly the flesh shining the skin with a coat of saliva then with hand rubbing it into her flesh her teats aching even more with this stimulation. 

Sue's mouth moved lower, her tongue delved into her navel testing for sensitivity, not to be disappointed as Helen's stomach muscles twitched to the invasion. On hands and knees her ass and pussy beautifully displayed had there only been some one to see, Sue's mouth entered Helen's pubic forest sucking on hair before ignoring her pussy to lick the thighs which had been so liberally coated with Helen's own elixir. The mouth licked the tender flesh and Helen's pussy began to ache for touch, its lips so engorged with blood brought about by the stimulation of Sue's questing mouth. Sue mouth changed from licking to kisses with such suction Helen thought she was sucking her juices from her very skin. Sue left behind her sucking mouth a trail of small hickeys, which began to encircle Helen's swollen pussy. The mouth ravishing the tender flesh of her succulent white thighs the hickeys glowing on the soft white quivering skin as Sue's marauding mouth pillaged her tender flesh. Helen felt a series of small spasms traverse her body wanting to thrust upwards but Helen understood this was Sue's show and she was not to interfere if she could help. Consequently, the hips and ass remained quiescent as the spasms increased for a moment then subsided controlled by the mind that still had some control of the body. Sudden one of Sue's hands was on her abdomen just above the apex of her sex. The hand pushed down seeking friction then forcefully pulled on her skin almost jerking the hood away from her clit leaving it totally exposed to a finger nail which raked across it bringing soft shooting pain which sent messages to her already engorged and aching nipples. The nipples so long as to regain Sue's notice their sensuality unmistakable.

Both Sue's hands went to her breasts as with thumb and forefinger Sue held the nipples and with a masturbatory motion played, elongating them even further as the ache of lust increased. The areolas puffy and tiny bumps almost like pimples formed over their surface a hundred tiny nipples sensitive to the touch of finger and tongue. The spasms retuned to Helen pelvic girdle making her whole body quiver in a multitude of mini thrusts, as her mind still maintained vestiges of control they subsided. Sue took one teat and rolled it between her hands as though she were preparing bread dough. She kneaded and rolled until its' color began to change taking on a rosy hue as the whole breast began to swell engorged with the stimulation, the nipple fat as well as long. When satisfied with the look, her hands repeated and soon the other breast took on the look with fat elongated nipple. When Helen's upper chest seemed infused with a red glow her nipples aching Sue gave each fat succulent nipple a pinch, which momentarily changed one pain for another, from a dull ache to a flash of fire, which infused her entire genital region. Helen wanted to rub her teats to bring relief not understanding rubbing would only further inflame them.

As Helen's hands went to her breasts, Sue changed positions on the bed kneeling between Helen's legs watching as Helen's hands maintained the soft red glow and the fat succulent buds. Now Helen's pussy came under Sue direct attention. Both hands went between Helen's legs to seek out the inner labia taking each between thumb and forefinger pinching as she pulled them apart stretching them enough to cause light pain but not enough to do damage as she exposed the rosy red interior to her lusting gaze. The entrance to Helen's sheath exposed her tiny urethra entrance visible. Her hands continued to molest Helen's labia handling them roughly enough to cause engorgement but insufficiently to do damage. Swollen and colored Sue admired the beauty of Helen's fully turgid sexual display. Then still on her knees she bent forward bring her mouth directly in contact with Helen's swollen pussy.

Helen rubbed her teats harder and harder seeking relief from the now constant ache that infused her entire teats caused by the massive engorgement Sue had stimulated. The rubbing simply stimulated them to greater degrees of tumescence compounding the ache. Sue's tongue flattened against Helen's sex and dragged upwards sliding over her cavity, her urethra, and her clit. The spastic tremors returned to Helen's pelvis, her ass shook, her hips shimmied, her pussy pulsated in sympathy to the tremors, but with mind still in control they subsided. But her senses where contracting and as Sue dragged her tongue over her sex all Helen could hear, taste, feel, smell, and see behind her closed eyes were nipples, breasts, and cunt. That was all that was left in her heated erotic existence nipple, breast, and cunt. Only vaguely did she understand her hands were still rubbing and rubbing attempting to soothe a sexually overheated body. Somebody in the distance was mewing and moaning, Helen no longer knew she was the one voicing the noises she heard. Sue's mouth and tongue were working frantically knowing it would happen soon, sucking Helen's clit in a fucking motion, one of Sue's fingers fucking her own hole covered in her own emissions. 

The tremors returned to Helen's pelvic regions her body shivering as the mind left with only nipples, breasts and cunt lost control and the muscles convulsed arching Helen higher and higher. Sue's mouth rode upwards with the rising body, her finger leaving her own cunt, heavily coated in creamy spend to grease the way, slid deeply into Helen's ass lifting her to new heights as Helen's body reached it apex leaving only her feet and the top of her head touching the bed. It was unfortunate no one was there to see the lovely sight of a beautifully arched woman, her pubic hair crowning the apogee of her arch, her hands rubbing her teats, her lover attached like a leech to her clit, straining in orgasm after orgasm, the mewing cries filling the room. The redolence of sex wafted in the air. Then the beautiful moment was over as slowly the arch subsided lowering Helen's body to the bed, losing Sue's probing finger in the process, but Sue's sucking mouth remained attached still eliciting smaller and smaller orgasmic quakes, until finally Helen lay exhausted on the bed. Sue crawled beside her and took her slack body in her arms, lovingly kissed Helen's face with gentle passionate kisses, awaiting her return to normality. Then she rolled Helen onto her side and spooned with her shoving her breasts hard against Helen's back while one arm slid under her neck so she could grip both teats as Chris always did with her. Helen noticed the grip the same one Jill had taught her, it was funny how everyone seemed to know the grip but her.

Helen felt she had just been the recipient of the finest loving she had ever enjoyed. She was wrong. Nature in its' kindness had used the mists of time to erase the memories of passion so intense it would have put to shame Sue's loving, but Chris Sr. was dead, and to ease the pain of loss such memories must fade. Helen thought she would never reach such heights again. Again, she was wrong.

The following morning with a fresh prospective on life the two women set out to see the home Helen had selected. Helen explained, on the way, how the company had given her an interest free loan to buy a home, which would reflect the position of their president and chief executive officer. The board had reminded her she would be expected to entertain important clients and prospective senior executives. With this in mind Helen had selected an older large brick clad house with a u shaped driveway to the front of the home and an extension which went around back and ended at a wing containing a four car garage. Sue was floored by the opulence of the house as Helen showed her through it advising her funds had been put aside to modernize it. Then Helen took Sue to the wing over the garage to show her the old servants' quarters, which would no longer be used because Helen didn't want servants in her home after hours. She expected all servants to leave once the evening meal had been prepared, the one exception being when she entertained then they would be expected to leave when the party was over cleaning the following morning.

"Before we start looking for a home for you I wanted you to see this. Although there are three small suites in here now there is more than eighteen hundred square feet of living space here and funds within the renovating budget to change this into one suite. Because of your close relationship with myself and family, I was hoping you might consider living here. It would be rent free of course further enhancing your income," Helen told her. Sue thought to herself who cares about income she would be living even closer to her lovers. She asked about what changes would take place and Helen told her anything she wanted as an architect would be placed at her disposal. Sue hugged Helen to her and started to kiss her by way of thank you only to feel her pussy flush as Helen kissed back. Sue reached for a breast only to find Helen stepping back. 

"Sue I'd put you on that table right now and eat you but we don't have time. If we're not house hunting there's a flight leaving in an hour and a half for home. Oh the hell with the flight there's always a later one." Sue found herself flat on her back on the table her skirt around her waist. Her panties lost on the floor some place as Helen's talented tongue plundered her pussy seeking the juices they would latter share in a long and passionate kiss. As her moans of pleasure filled the air of what was to become her new home and her scent of arousal permeated the suite, Sue thought to herself these Andersons are always hungry coming to the table to sup.



A Woman in Hardware Ch. 12



The two women arrived home to the kisses of Helen's children; Helen noted the passion that Jill seemed to express when she kissed Sue. They talked for hours about the new city, the new home the children wouldn't see until May fifteenth, and the wonderful news that Sue would be living with them. The children couldn't believe they would live in a house with a four car garage thinking it was the height of opulence. Helen couldn't wait till they saw the billiard room and library, as well as the huge bedrooms, each with a private bath, which would be their own. Finally, Sue stood up to leave for her own home and Helen saw the look in her son's eyes. "Sue if there is nothing pressing at home would you like to stay the night?" Helen asked and then with a twinkle in her eye added, "Unfortunately I don't have a quest room so you will have to share a bed with someone." Helen knew full well that Jill's bed would be empty but didn't bother to mention it. She was certain that Sue knew about her transgressions with her daughter after all her son knew and Sue was his lover. Helen didn't know it was Sue who had designed her seduction in the first place. Sue, who was in love with the entire Anderson family, didn't care whose bed she shared, although she definitely had a preference for Chris' because of the intensity of her love for him and to be honest the fact that he was a male.

Laughing Sue replied "Well Helen, I have this squeak and there is only one person in the house that has the proper tool to fix it." Helen was soon filled in as to where this squeak was located and how it was repaired. 'Hum' Helen thought to her self 'I'd like another crack at the squeak myself' remembering their couple of days together. Helen also wondered why Sue was so free talking about this in front of Jill but assumed it was because of knowledge of her own relationship with her daughter. When Sue and Chris left to go to bed Helen turned to her daughter and taking her hand said

"I was hoping you would take me to bed tonight" 

"Oh mother when have we not been in bed together when your home since we started to make love?" asked Jill.

"I just need to be reassured, I guess, that you love me that way," answered Helen. Jill realized that her mother was suffering from some of the same qualms that she had suffered in regards to an incestuous relationship and reassured her with kisses and hugs before she took her mom's hand and led her to bed. Jill soon discovered, while she kissed her mother's sweet pussy, the ring of hickeys surrounding her redolent cleft and suffered a momentary pang of jealousy before realizing it was a trail that had to have been left by Sue.

Infused with love she wondered if Sue had left that trail for her to discover and kissed each mark before she said to her mother, "Mother, you've been playing while you've been away, did Sue make you cum and cum? Did she make you wet? Did she kiss your sweet pussy like this? Did she make you wiggle your pussy all over her tongue?" Jill licked and sucked on her mom's labia and clit inflaming Helen until her hips began to move her twat against Jill's loving mouth. "Did she make you kiss her pussy mom? I want you to kiss my pussy like you kissed sensuous sexy Sue's sweet slot." Jill's teasing questions served to help inflame their amorous inclinations and soon each was trying to out do each other in wicked suggestions, or better yet new approaches until Jill went to the drawer that held her mother's hardware and selected a long thin vibrator which she felt would serve her purposes. She stood in front of her mother and spread her legs, bent at the knee slightly, and as her mother watched thrust her pussy forward to make easy access for the vibrator she slipped into her waiting, hot, wet, cunt. Then with vibrator in place she crawled onto the bed and shoved her mother's legs up and back until her mom's knee's were level with her teats which exposed both cunt and asshole. Jill thrust the vibrator in and out of her own pussy until it was thoroughly greased by her sticky juices and with gentle thrusts slid it into her mother's ass, which elicited groans of delight as she turned it on. She then pulled back the hood over her mom's clit and began to lick, only to feel the funny buzzing sensation on her tongue as she brought her mother off.

Soon both women were sexually satisfied and Jill spooned into her mother using the grip her brother had taught her; to hold both breasts as her mum's rounded, fleshy, sensual ass cuddled against her pubes seeking the most skin-to-skin contact possible, slightly tickled sometimes by Jill's abundant pubic hair. While Jill held her mother in her arms in an embrace so tender it evoked tears of love in her mother's eyes, Jill worried about whether her mom was having second thoughts about their relationship. "Mom, I love you so and I'm so happy that you have been able to overcome any reluctance you may have had in making love to your daughter. It makes it wonderful to know that my mother loves me that much. To have my own mother's tongue and fingers in my special place takes me to such levels of rapturous enchantment. To taste and tongue the beautiful pussy that gave me birth, many would think depraved, I think so beautiful it makes me cry thinking about it." Since her mother was already tearful Jill had hit the right note and any fears that Helen had disappeared with the loving words and magical embrace.

Helen replied," Thank you dear I'm glad you told me, it was wonderful with Sue but to be honest just touching my beautiful daughter down there, to be blunt makes me so horny I could scream sometimes." 

"I know mother isn't it wonderful, I think it's because we're sort of doing something that is sexily, deliciously, naughty. So did you ask Sue if you could?" asked Jill.

"Did I ask Sue if I could do what dear?" Helen sleepily questioned.

"Screw him of course mother!"

"Jill Anderson, are you suggesting I want your brother too, well I never......" Jill's hand left one breast and descended to Helen's beautiful quim to test the waters there. As she suspected her mother's pussy was so wet with just the thought, of her brother, it belied her words and Helen knew it. "Oh Jill I'm such a depraved woman, but I want him so badly."

"You're going to have to ask her mother, and what better time than when you are making love to her? You're hot just thinking about it. My brother and I talk. I know he wants you too, but he'd never go behind Sue's back and he loves her too much to ask if he could." All this talk of her son had returned Helen's lustiness and Jill could feel the increasing moisture around her checking finger. Jill pulled her mother onto her back and shifted down in the bed so that she would be able to suckle on her mother's nipples while she pulled her mother's closest thigh between her legs to hump while she slipped two fingers into Helen's warm sodden pussy. As she stroked she thought she'd try something Chris and she had discovered the previous evening while they experimented after a lovely fuck. Jill crossed her two fingers and applied a back and forth rotating motion as she thrust in and out of her mother's creamy quim her mouth and tongue rolling her mother's nipple to provide maximum stimulation. Jill's own clit was swollen and hard as she humped it against her mother's thigh.

"Oh Jill where did you learn to do that?" cried out her mother, "It feels so wonderful." Jill wanted to tell her mother how she was enjoying her brother, but sadly, once you deceive it's hard to get back on the straight and narrow. Jill had talked about telling her mother with Sue. Sue had advised her to wait for the right time and she would help her. So Jill kept quiet and continued to stimulate a pussy she knew hadn't felt a fine male in close to twenty years. It was easy to stimulate her mother with thoughts of a hard dick particularly when the crossed fingers, which rotated, and thrust imitated one so well. So she talked about her brother and how Helen's pussy ached for the feel of his thrusting tool, easily brought her mother off again on thoughts of a son's loving fuck. Her own pussy hunched on her mother's thigh slathered creamy moisture over her mother's skin until the slippery smoothness brought it own rewards as thoughts of her brother screwing her mother danced in her mind. 

The weeks flew by, the kids studying for exams, Helen flew back and forth between the two cities, and Sue gave notice at work. It led to little sex grabbed at odd moments with one notable exception. Sue was again invited to see the new house while the architect was present. As with their previous visit, they arrived at the hotel at around six but instead of changing and having drinks, they went straight to bed. Helen knew she didn't have to be any place until the following morning so she had time to enjoy an evening of sex without interruption and had become extremely suggestive on the plane. She gave Sue several thoughts as to how a woman might help oil her squeak. Sue was not really paying attention because she knew there was only one person in her life who could oil her squeak and she had no intention of that ever changing. However, the barge of constant sexual innuendo fired her own libidinous nature and she soon had designs of her own as to what should take place with the gorgeous body sitting next to her. 

They simply stripped themselves as they closed and locked the door behind them not taking time to play with clothing. Sue again took control of Helen leading to the bed and tenderly placing her upon it. Sue was learning what Helen liked and disliked. One of the big surprises was that Helen liked being ordered, no that wasn't right, controlled was a better word, in bed. Sue soon understood that by the end of a working day Helen was tried of making all the decisions that running a large company required and enjoyed someone else making the sexual decisions that would take her to orgasm. As hard and demanding a boss as Sue knew Helen would be, she was soft and compliant in the bedroom allowing her body to be used with a relaxed lassitude, demanding nothing but expecting everything that could be called love.

Sue loved her pillowy soft voluptuous form, the ripened curvaceous mounds of breast, the pliant milkiness of skin, the velvety kissable smoothness of her yielding, submissive thighs; the oh so feminine dainty delicacy of her sex fragrant with the aroma of her desire. Sue pushed Helen to one side of the bed so that she could lay her head on the soft dome of femininity just above her pussy hair. Taking deep breaths of womanly scent into her nostrils she began to play in the luxuriance of the silken hairy forest. Sue fluffed with soft touches Helen's abundant curly pubes which brought additional beauty to her crowning glory, before sending a single finger to trace the delicate lips below. The rise and fall of her head as Helen breathed, the warmth on her ear and cheek added further poignancy to the moment as her finger stroked and split the delicate flesh sensing the slick moisture allowing penetration. Sue's own loins were on fire and a tensity built demanding more until she reared up in the bed, straddled Helen and drove her face into the sweet delicate folds her finger had stroked but a second before. Her tongue drove hard splitting the dainty lips seeking cunt juice she could devour. Her tongue withered over and probed between the now swollen lips before it began a steady thrashing of the stiffened to attention tiny soldier that held Helen's orgasm captive. She beat the tiny nub with a loving tongue which hardly noticed Helen's tongue returning her love with equal intensity. Finally the little soldiers released their captive passions sending both Helen and Sue into a paroxysm of love.

Helen lay in the bed still in Sue's warn embrace basking in her love. She stretched under the warmth of Sue loving hands and said, "Sue, I'm so happy that you and Jill have brought out this wonderful bisexuality that I never knew I had. I love the heat and lust your femininity brings out in me. I honestly thought only a man could do what you do to me"

Sue asked hesitantly, this woman she admired so much, "You really believe you're bisexual?"

"Of course I am how else would I be able to enjoy your lovely pussy so much?" Helen replied. The last barrier broke in Sue and her body was wracked by the first terrible sobs the tears streaming down her face falling onto Helen as Helen reached for her newfound love not knowing yet what had brought about this awful transformation. Sue body shook, her face torn by the agony of the ugliness of her remembrances.

"He killed her, the fucking asshole." She screamed. "Why, why did she have to leave me behind?" Sue gasped between terrible sobs as for the first time in her life she let go of the almost unendurable agony of her sister's loss. Sobbing uncontrollably unable as of yet to coherently speak, her face cuddled into Helen's shoulder and neck as they sat in the bed in each others arms. "I denied her love. I denied her love. Oh God I denied her love." Still gasping, hiccupping, between her sobs Sue shook with emotions the tears raining onto Helen running over her chest dripping from her nipples. There was one unseen benefit in this terrible cloud; she had chosen the right person to finally unburden herself to. Helen without even hearing the story knew the ugly passion, which had overcome her friend and lover. As her own tears began to fall with deep understanding, she held Sue tight, stroking with soothing hands. 

Then with sorrow of her own explained, "You did not deny your love, you denied your loss. As you sit and scream the hatred of your insufferable agony you are a testament to your deep love. If you believe anything about me then believe I know this to be true." 

Helen sat with her lover in her arms accepting a fellow traveler of a familiar road, her own tears commingling with Sue's. She did not attempt to wipe with a corner of a sheet the flow over her lovers' cheeks but simply licked them away when she needed to kiss a rounded cheek. Helen sat in the bed for hours holding Sue as the sobs waxed and waned. The whole story slowly unfolded in the moments when Sue gained some control. Helen's back ached from holding the same position but until Sue indicated she no longer needed to be held, she wasn't going to move. Helen would never let go of a fellow sufferer even if she didn't love her so. As the evening progressed Helen spoke of her admiration explaining she at least had two fine children to raise who were a testimony to her passion while Sue had been left with nothing but still faced life with a fine sense of humor. They talked long into the night, Helen using the sheet to wipe Sue's nose so she could kiss her lips. Sue explained how she had tried to deny her bisexuality trying to maintain a belief that her sister was the only woman she could ever love. It was what finally caused the break down; her own admission to herself of her love of Helen. Finally, they lay beside each other. Sue cuddled in the familiar grip, both breasts loving held, her bum snuggled against the pussy hair she had loving fluffed long hours ago. Sue felt a little guilty not telling this wonderful woman about her relationship with her daughter but remembered just before blurting it out that she had promised Jill they would do it together. Helen on the other hand had a sense of relief now knowing her son was in the hands of a fiercely protective lover, who loved with overwhelming passion.

Remembering what Sue had to say about denying her bisexuality, Helen applied it to her own case and realized she had denied love for eighteen years until the night she had come home from Boston and watched her son make love to Sue but only remembered her husband. She had almost entered the room that night wanting to partake in that which was so beautiful. She had denied herself because it was her son, allowing society to dictate to her needs. Now she regretted her decision knowing she would never have the time to develop an outside relationship. She knew her son wanted her and it had created terrible cravings of her own. Helen was unable to stop the incestuous fantasies that plagued her now even at work. Well it was a wonderful fantasy and some day she was gong to act upon it. After all, the woman that would be able to make it possible lay beside her. 

The move came and went. Everyone was busy settling in and Helen and Sue were immersed in work. Sue watched the political climate of a large corporation swirl around her boss and with fierce protectiveness advised her boss and lover who and what might cause her harm as she kept Helen's affairs in immaculate order. Helen was able to make presentations to the board with statistics and notes ever current handed to her by her able assistant. After one particular grueling week, Sue announced there was a long weekend coming up and they were going to use it, proving to her boss that all would be organized in time for them to enjoy some time with each other and the children.



A Woman in Hardware Ch. 13



It was a long weekend coming up. Usually Helen used these periods of relative quiet to catch up on work. She would spend long hours in the office undisturbed by the normal flurry of a regular day. Sue had insisted she take the holiday for a change and had aided a great deal in organizing her affairs so she could. Sue had even arranged it so they arrived home early Friday afternoon so they would have time to make love before the children arrived home from university. Sue had been especially tender in her love and brought her to orgasm with a long slow tonguing which seemed to go on and on before her body had demanded its' release with body racking spasms which left her in an unusual state of lassitude. As she lay on the bed in Sue's arms recovering Helen finally, after all the encouragement Jill had given her, asked Sue if she may have Chris. Sue hugged her close and replied "Helen I wanted you to ask and I had hoped you would this weekend so you will have the time to enjoy my lovers' body as I do. Go get yourself ready for him, I'll send him along with my blessing as soon as he gets in. Helen I love you but I also fear you; please return him to me."

Helen hugged Sue close and replied, "Sue it is you he loves as a man loves a woman, it is why he has not touched me even though I have tried to encourage him to do so. Let's be blunt, he's excited at the wickedly decadent thought of screwing his mother as I find myself also attracted to the depravity of allowing his body to return to mine. I promise you'll find him even more attentive to you once he has satisfied his iniquitous cravings to desecrate his mother." 

With a promise to return Chris to her, Helen excitedly left to prepare for her son. She tried on many different styles of clothing, ranging from the demure to the provocative, from formal dress to skimpy lingerie agonizing over what to wear. She looked at the products she had purchased at a pharmacy weeks ago in anticipation of her bodies ravishment by her son. She wondered if she was going too far in her debauchery before she accepted her moral debasement. Stripped she squatted in her bedroom, removing the gelatinous suppository from it foil package, reached between her legs, and shoved it up her ass. She waited with buttocks clenched, the time instructed on the package, doing the squirmy dance, which seemed to help resist the urge to go.

Finally, she relived herself and without wiping, took the other package into the shower with her to slip its spout into her anal cavity and fill herself with the cleaning liquid holding it inside of her the required length of time before allowing it to be spewed onto the shower floor by her spasmodic bowel. Satisfied she had done all she could to be clean internally she soaped up and slid a finger back and forth in her anus rotating it as she did. She repeated this process several times making sure she was clean before she turned her attention to the rest of her body. Helen had decided she wanted to give the only virginity she had left to her son if he were wont to take it. She cleaned the rest of her body saving her hairy pussy for last carefully cleaning every crease and crevice before soaping her fingers heavily and sliding them into her cavity to make sure all was clean. She rinsed thoroughly not wanting to leave behind a soapy residue, which would be unpleasant to the taste or interfere with her natural scent. 

Helen exited the shower and using a large towel carefully dried herself then plugged in her hair dryer and after drying her hair fluffed her pussy hairy until all its beauty was prettily displayed. She looked at her various body powders and perfumes before making up her mind as to what she would do. Helen left the bathroom to begin hanging up the clothes she had torn from her drawers and closet in a frenzy of indecision. Standing naked in her bedroom she held each piece against her body before rejecting it and placing it in closet or drawer; finally she was left with nothing and understood her decision had been made she would greet him naked proud of the most beautiful clothing she owned, her skin. She heard a car in the driveway and knew it would be him; she only had a few minutes of waiting left. 

She sat on the dresser bench, spread her thighs slightly and fingered her pussy freshening her juices and scent, before taking the probing finger and wiping it behind each ear placing the perfume she had selected. Helen dipped her finger once again in her scent and then dragged the finger down her chest between her two pendulous breasts making sure she smelt strongly of woman. Helen shivered momentarily in anticipation her body aching with need. Then she brought her knees together sweeping them to one side, her gorgeous bottom spread nicely over the bench, her posture straight, the small of her back beautifully arched demonstrating the width of hip as she began to brush her hair. She knew full well the sight of naked womanhood she would present when her son entered her room. Helen had done all she could, she was ready. 

Sue had kept faith and the moment Chris had arrived home told him she felt it was time for him to go to his mother. She told him how happy she was with the idea. They each had honored their agreement and she loved his mother, it was time and she had no regrets. Chris had looked deeply into her eyes before leaving her, assuring himself she spoke the truth. Sue went looking for Jill wanting to be held in loving arms, but also because her pussy just plain wanted Jill.

Chris came rushing into his mother's room only to be confronted with this naked vision of loveliness and a habit of a life time had him back peddling as he tried to apologize for bursting in on her. She turned, this vision, arching her back even more to jut out her breasts as she continued to brush her hair both arms high allowing Chris to see the exquisite beauty sitting before him. 

"No, no, son I was sitting here waiting for you, Sue said you'd be along." Helen said in a voice deepened by recognizable passion. Helen watched and then stood as the change of expressions crossing her son's face allowed her to read his mind. Helen crossed the floor and stood before him picking a piece of lint off the turtleneck sweater he had worn this day. Then she slid her arms up over his shoulders hooking one arm to pull herself up and in as the other snaked a hand through his hair before pulling his face down to hers, her lips unadorned simply soft, succulent, touching his and fire burned through their bodies. Chris' arms enfolded her naked body against his fully clad one, lifting, her feet left the ground, one leg lifting, as the kiss continued. Then his face nuzzled her neck, her scent she had left behind, arousing, one of his hands in the small of her back holding her against him, the other fondling her bum. She, arched against him, presented her teats next for nuzzling as he held her high. She was not to be disappointed as he lowered his face further; her hand at the back of his head helped him pillow his face in her feminine voluptuousness, moving his face back and forth for maximum contact. Then his mouth started a series of small kisses, which traversed her mammary flesh leaving her areolas, and nipples for another time, her pussy began to weep, as he settled her back on her feet.

Helen stood proudly sensuously erect her breasts full and lovely to the eye, her body ached with need, as her son began to circle her, admiring her beauty, feeding his lust on the beautiful feminine flesh standing before him. He saw the dimples formed in her flesh just above her rounded buttocks accentuating the beauty of the upper slope of her bum. His cock became so hard it hurt. His body shivered with lust as he moved in behind her slipping his arms beneath hers to clasp her breasts, lifting to feel the soft weight, massaging, to send wonderful messages to her pussy. His mouth trailed a series of kisses which began at her ear followed the long slope of her neck, tasting woman before ending in the hollow of her shoulder, only to be repeated on the other side. 

One hand traversed her chest so his right hand clasped her left teat as his left hand began the long descent of her body past her carefully coiffured pussy hair to split the succulent lips of her sex. His balls ached with lust. His finger dipped into her lubricity exposed her arousal, before leaving her sex, abandoned to its own resources, sliding the finger into his mouth to taste her thick viscous exudate, inflaming his already aroused sensuality. His hardness overpowered him and he spilled his seed into his briefs, unable to control the libidinous his mother's body fertilized in his over heated imagination.

He, with his body, steered her towards her own bed, his turgid hardness undiminished by his first emission, seeking closer contact, to further activate the inflammatory sensations, which consumed them both. In his lust he tried to bend her to the bed, but she would not allow it, resisted his manipulations so she could raise the waist line of his sweater over his head to expose his own succulent flesh to her awaiting mouth. Their mouths laved and loved their enflamed bodies, seeking new erogenous places, to further inspire their iniquitous desires. Helen began to search for the male flesh she had not touched in a sexual manner since before he was born, seeking completion in an act she had not indulged in since he had been conceived. Undoing his belt and sliding his zipper down allowed her to drop his pants to the floor leaving only his briefs, sticky from his own emissions, to be pulled over his hardened cock and added to the pants already on the floor. 

Her cunt wept in it need, sending small rivulets down her thighs. She lay back on the bed raising her knees spreading her quivering, glistening, white thighs, allowing her son his first view of his mother's hairy pussy, open and ready, it's fresh juices shimmering on the swollen, aroused folds, its redolence filling her bedroom with its own message of desire. "Come to mommy, son." She moaned. He crawled up onto the bed chasing that, which led him like cheesecake to a glutton, for he was a glutton where she was concerned, and his mouth descended to taste for the first time his mother's carefully freshened exudate. Her rounded buttocks erogenous in their own right, but a tray to serve her carefully prepared meal of sensuality. 

Nature caused her to present her most beautiful look, her buttocks spread, her asshole exposed, and just above it the moist beauty of her glistening hairy folds which his tongue explored. He licked, going further and further a field tasting all in his tongue's path. His tongue was soon running over her asshole as it traversed from bum to clit, sometimes dipping deep in her cunt to bring forth fresh nectar to slather over her entire groin. In a paroxysm of love so intense, he finally drove his tongue deep into her asshole driven wild by her sexuality and his need for everything about her. He wondered, as his tongue explored, why an area which is so maligned by every language on the planet; an area which he had been trained since birth to avoid; and area so disgusting he would be unable to touch in any human being except his three loves. Now, he found it a beautiful addition to the mind numbing sight his mother presented for him. She loved the varying sensations his tongue created basking in her delight, thankful she had had the foresight to under go the discomfort of cleanliness, knowing before the night was out her last vestige of virginity would be lost. 

Chris' body, almost out of control, demanded more and his mouth began to slowly move up Helen's body. He sucked on her hairy pubic mound, before licking her domed belly as the tongue with kisses slid towards her navel, then probed, causing her stomach muscles to quiver. He explored each new area of her body, not wanting to miss anything, which might bring them further delight. His head bumped into fleshy mounds and for a moment, he stopped to admire his mother's wonderful teats noticing the large areolas, knowing where Jill had inherited hers. Then his hands pinched her nipples tightly between thumb and forefinger, sending soft, soothing, erotic pain directly to her twat as he pulled her teats high turning them into cones of flesh as he noticed the beads of titty sweat which had been hidden in the under creases of her teats. His tongue flickered out then dragged across a crease tasting the saltiness, her teats still held high, as the tongue once again tasted her creases enjoying the new found moisture. Her nipples ached with passion still gripped tightly and her pussy with help from her stomach muscles rubbed against his abdomen causing her clit to swell as the pleasant sensation of rubbing her twat against his skin filled her mind with ever increasing lust.

Suddenly her nipples were released and one lucky one was engulfed in the warm moist velvet of his suckling mouth while the other found solace in a gentle rolling between a renewed but far gentler thumb and forefinger grip. His mouth continued to suckle as his hand fondled her other breast, sometimes grasping the entire mound as though in amazement of it size and texture, at other times a single finger pad followed the circle of her areolas around its nipple testing its puffiness adding to its arousal with his touch. Helen luxuriated in the sensuality of his movement, stretched her body beneath him presenting as much skin surface as she was able to expose to him. Further inspiring her own lust was the thought that as his mouth moved towards hers his hardened male flesh was coming closer and closer to her own, swollen with passion, feminine flesh. The fantasy of months was moments away to becoming a thrusting heated reality. His mouth slid up her teat and kissed her neck once again. Her teats rubbed against his chest their nipples aching with desire.

Her pussy radar could feel the heat emanating from his blood-engorged shaft and in a final act of pre consummation flooded, her cunt in a swampy slough of mucilaginous slime so superfluous much spilled onto the bed forming an ever expanding stain of moisture below her quivering ass. As his lips touched hers, branding them with fire, her hand forced its way between their bodies grasped his heated hardened cock and centered it in her cunt lips demanding insertion, penetration, consummation. Her screams of lust echoed through the house awakening Sue and Jill from post coital bliss as her body reacted to the smooth insertion of his incestuous prick penetrating her juicy slough, filling her with cock. Her cunt contracting around the male flesh in a series of contractions so tight they sent her into convulsions of orgasm her body shivering and shuttering on the bed beneath him. But it was not enough and as her first orgasms subsided she dropped her feet flat on the bed her knees bent and with stomach and thigh muscles drove her hips upward seeking ever deeper penetration as Chris' cock filled her with a depraved sense of incestuous love so overwhelming, her body thrust at his without conscious volition. 

"Oh mommy's boy is so big now. Are you going to fuck mommy good? Are you going to make mommy cum and cum?" she asked looking at him through lust hooded eyes. His reply was harder deeper penetration, he felt like he wanted to thrust his entire body up her snatch. She found sensations that exposed the fact that all her hardware was but a pale imitation and the dildo of such huge girth simply an attempt of substitution that she realized failed miserably in light of the wonder of the reality of her son's thrusting, hardened, flesh. Flesh of her flesh returned to her body in an act so libidinous her pussy sang, vocalizing its' passion through her vocal cords in and unending song of lust. Her cunt a sea of juice as it welcomed the thrusting cock. Her thighs spread wide forming the saddle, which contained his thrusting body as her own thrust back seeking its reward.

She wanted to be creamed, to feel the warm cream of his love injected into her gapping body, to be filled. Helen felt as though her cunt was sucking on his cock as her body continued the repetitive thrusting milking him for his essence, knowing the shudders of release from passion would also release his creamy goo. Her own sexual tension built on thoughts of the warm spunk soon to fill her. Then it happened, his body convulsing in her arms the wonderful warmth spread in her pussy brought on her own spasmodic orgasms, and the moans of lust they entailed. She felt a moment of disappointment as his flesh withdrew from her but was soon content when she found, with her hands, his head drinking their commingled juices from the well located between her thighs. His tongue dipped in her delight as she held him tenderly to her pussy enjoying the sensation of his drinking tongue in her post coital bliss.

Finally satiated he moved up her body kissing as he went until she found her ear lobe in his mouth, his hand cupping her pussy, his two middle fingers inserted deep in her pussy as the palm of his hand rubbed the hood over her clit which brought a tingly sensation. His fingers rubbed and rubbed against the upper center of her canal seemingly having found a rough spot to carefully smooth. His fingers rubbed as his mouth kissed and sucked traversing ear, neck, and shoulder with a tenderness which evoked a renewed tender passion of her own. Chris tucked one of her soft succulent legs between his thighs his shaft pressed tightly against the leg sometimes humping to reawaken his turgidity. His mouth went to her breast kissing, licking, and sucking, engorging her nipple and retuning the beginnings of lust as his fingers continued to stroke deep in her pussy. She stretched her body beneath his mouth and hand, opening her thighs a little more, arching her back to thrust her breast tighter against his ministering mouth. One hand held his head to her body and the other played with the abandoned teat until its nipple was as excited as the other. His hand continued to stroke, his mouth left her breast to press softly against her lips. Her mouth opened against his and suddenly the kiss became one of passion and fire. His wonderful mouth moved against hers kissing and kissing, the palm of his hand stimulating her clit, causing it to swell. 

The fingers continued to stroke, which brought a lassitude to her body as her mind began to concentrate on lips, breast, clit and those soft tender stroking fingers. The tingle in her pussy changed to an ache of desire the fingers stroked and stroked. His mouth returned to her nipple sucking more blood into the already engorged nipple, her hand pinched and pulled at the other. A golden languidness suffused her body as her mind only knew breast, clit and pussy, the sexual intensity increasing almost unbeknownst to her as her mouth sounded her moans of passion. The hand rubbed and rubbed her hips began to respond with movement of their own, her mind focused on clit and cunt. A sensation of heat permeated her body as her blood rose to the surface of her skin flushing it with a rosy hue, adding to her lassitude. Suddenly her body began to orgasm coming almost as a surprise and with it an overwhelming need to pee. Oh God she couldn't help herself her body spasmodically forced the liquid from her with such force she could hear it hiss, spilling onto her thighs and bed. She began to blush with embarrassment until her son's lips began a kiss so enflamed she had not felt the like before. "Oh mother!" he cried, "That was so beautiful" She struggled to explain between the kisses her son was raining upon her, why she couldn't help herself until he realized she thought she had peed. "Mom you didn't pee you ejaculated. It's a beautiful clear liquid. See!" His hand went to her thigh wiping the moisture from her skin and brought it to her mouth so she could taste her own ejaculate. It had little taste but it certainly wasn't urine.




A Woman in Hardware Ch. 13



She lay there enjoying Chris' attentions until she noticed she was lying in a pool of wet sheet. Slapping her son on the ass she said, "Come on, help me change the sheets." As he bounced out of the bed she couldn't help but notice the large erection he was supporting. She began to understand how arousing it had been for him to watch her ejaculate. Well as soon as they changed the sheets she had something in mind to solve his obvious problem. Finding the mattress damp they placed a large bath towel on the bed before covering it with the bottom sheet. With new sheets in place Chris bounced back into bed anxiously waiting for his mom. Helen crawled into bed between his legs and grasping his rampant shaft started to stroke as her warm mouth engulfed the sensitive head of his cock. Helen knew a good cocksucker was worth her weight in gold and with hollowed cheeks tried to live up to that standard.

Chris, after a moment or two of enjoying this beautiful act said, "Mom, I don't mean to criticize and it certainly feels wonderful but I would prefer it if you would sixty nine with me. When you're down there I can't reach you and it's far more arousing for me if I can caress and fondle your body, as well as smell your cunt." Helen soon reversed herself on his body straddling his face as her hand once again grasped his hardened prick and aimed it at her descending mouth, which promptly engulfed it in its warm velvety liquidity. As her mouth imitated the sensations of a cunt but with the added sucking sensation, Chris pulled her cunt to his face burying his nose in her soft folds drawing deep breaths of her pungent odor. Her very odor sent shivers of aching lust through his craving body overwhelming him in need. His hands gripped her ass stirring her pussy against his nose, and then a finger began to explore her asshole gently rubbing and eliciting new and pleasant sensations. 

She wiggled her bum in appreciation while she continued to stroke his shaft into her mouth hoping for the taste of his male cream. His mouth attached its self to her clit which brought back feelings of desire for her own fulfillment as a finger probed in her pussy seeking lubricants which he spread on her asshole before sending the finger deep. It provided a pleasant stretching sensation reminiscent of the dildo, she wanted to explore this sensation further but first to the job in hand. While Chris continued to finger fuck his mother's ass, intoxicated by the poignancy of her scent, his cock thickened under her stroking hand. Then it fired into her mouth. Helen allowed the first rope of semen to slide down her throat enjoying the creamy feeling. The second and third she savored in her mouth as she milked him for final drops before whirling around losing finger and mouth and then regained mouth as she kissed him passionately placing some of his delicious creaminess, with her tongue, in his own mouth. The kiss continued as each savored the taste. Chris wasn't sure if it tasted better in her mouth or in her pussy, but actually he didn't care, passionately enjoying everything about his mom.

They lay beside each other occasionally kissing, occasionally touching, and feeling each other up. Helen waited for her son's lecherousness to return her own salaciousness already aroused till finally she noticed she really did have to pee. She excused herself and headed for the bathroom, only to find her son following her. "Mom," he hesitantly said, "Would you, you know, let me watch you?" 

Helen replied with a casual sure as she squatted over the toilet. "Eh mom, could you do it in the bathtub where I can see better?" 

Helen stepped into the bathtub and turned so her son could see her. She squatted slightly, knowing her son wanted to see everything, used two hands to pull apart her pussy lips exposing the entrance to her urethra. Jutting her pelvis slightly forward so Chris' eyes were but inches away she let go allowing him to see her urethra spread as the golden stream arched into the tub. She watched his penis begin to twitch and rise and then he did something completely unexpected. He dipped his tongue in the stream, momentary disrupting the arch as he tasted her. It was only for an instant, but it had been done.

"Why did you do that?" she asked.

"I'm not sure mom," he honestly replied, "I think it may have something to do about wanting to know everything about you. It may be because it was so erotically beautiful to watch you ejaculate and the act of peeing is so similar. All I know for sure is I suddenly had this urge to do it, so I did. I hope I haven't grossed you out." 

"Not at all as a matter of fact I choose to believe you love me so much there's nothing you find repugnant about me including strangely my urine. Seeing we're being open with each other I have a request of you. I don't know how to say this so I'll be blunt. I want you to fuck me in the ass. I've never been fucked in the ass before and I'd like my son to take the last bit of virginity I have. It makes me feel so wantonly depraved, so lustful, to have my son stuff my bum." 

Helen eyed the now large hardened cock and added, "You will need to be gentle teaching my asshole to open up for you." They returned to the bedroom and Helen crawled onto the bed. "You'll find some body oil in the night table you can use to lubricate me" she told him as she positioned herself for her final ravishment. It was an enthralling sight. Her head and teats pressed against the bed. Her knees holding her ass high and in a final act of licentiousness she reached back with both hands and pulled her buttocks apart exposing both asshole and creamy redolent pussy to his admiring gaze. He couldn't help himself; the beauty his mother displayed attracted him, like a moth to a flame. He buried his face in the moist succulent flesh she so wantonly, brazenly, flaunted. He nestled his face in her fleshy ass and pussy. Finally finding some control over his unbounded lust he concentrated on the task at hand. He liberally oiled one finger and poured more on her asshole rubbing it in till he was assured of smooth passage. Then one hand slid beneath her body to grip between thumb and forefinger the hood over her clit as the oiled finger slid into her ass stroking gently as her asshole accepted this intrusion and finally opened to allow further access. 

When he saw the muscle ring open he withdrew his finger and poured oil on two, then added more oil to her sexy hole before attempting to slide both fingers in while his other hand continued to massage the hood of her swollen clit. He was very gentle but her asshole stretched by two intruding fingers burned in pain sending erotic messages to both her mind and pussy. The flexible hole slowly accepted the intrusion expanding not to allow elimination but penetration. Helen watched her son oil his cock, adding more and more oil as he stroked covering it in a glistening shimmering film. He then wiped his hand on the globe of one ass cheek before placing the tip of his prick at the now opened entrance. Carefully he pushed forward his tip spreading the opening even more as slowly his sex entered her body through her back door. The pain of stretching exquisite as she accepted his loving penetration till suddenly he slid the rest of the way in. Her ass gave up its virginity with a quick relaxation of the anal ring. 

Helen knelt, her whole body quivering, her blood boiling with lust, impaled on his bum stuffing cock. Chris began a slow fucking motion as his hands reached for his woman, one fingering her clit will the other slid between teat and mattress to pull on a hardened nipple. Helen loved the feeling of fullness her rectum sent to her brain. Her sexuality rose to new heights as thoughts of her incestuous son sodomizing her filled her with lust and love. His cock stroked back and forth faster and faster as both their sexual tension built until with a scream of passion she came feeling her rectum fill with the familiar warmth in an unfamiliar place. His cock shrunk and slipped from her body and she collapsed onto the bed fully satiated for the moment.

He left their coital bed and returned with a warm washcloth. Chris spread her buttocks and carefully washed her abused but content asshole loving it as it returned to it wrinkled state. He them carefully washed his flaccid penis understanding his mother's abhorrence to dirt. After returning the wash cloth to the bathroom he slid into bed beside her taking her in his arms, she retuned his hugs and kisses as they cuddled settling down to sleep. His last conscious thought was he would again take her in the early morning hours as they slept entwined.

The threat of dawn awakened Chris and with renewed interest he began a series of kisses which would slowly awaken her already aroused and ready to love. His finger dipped into her hairy pussy coating itself in the creamy honey before he place it in his mouth to enjoy her slightly stale flavor still retaining hints of his own. Her pussy flushed fresh cream into her orifice upon his touch. She spread her thighs for him as he mounted her easily sliding into her, she so wet with desire. After a few strokes, the desire to drink from her love fountain overcame him and he withdrew eased down her body and reentered her with his tongue sucking her creamy juices from her body, his face wallowing in her emissions. Partially satiated he moved back up her body driving his dick deep, as with pussy breath, he kissed her tasting strongly of her nectar. He pinched and pulled at her nipples as he fucked watching her teats engorge. Finally, he began to knead them as his cock rubbed against the upper wall of her canal smoothing a bump the head of his prick seemed to find. A lustful lassitude settled over her as his cock lulled her with a loving stroke, which caressed the upper wall of her vagina. 

He renewed his interest in her teats lifting them to lick her salty titty sweat then savaged them with rough hands, which made them swell and redden under his touch. He continued to fondle her teats until her hands began to help him attempting to sooth the ache of over engorged breasts. His cock continued to stroke against her upper canal but because of the angle did not help her swollen clitoris. She began to mew and moan with passion seeking relief from his arousing thrusts but he came flooding her already sodden channel with warming cream leaving her as yet unsatisfied. He pinched her nipples hard as he moved down her body sending exotic fire to her pussy leaving behind an erotic ache, which she attempted to soothe with her rubbing hands. His mouth helped her swollen clit build tension, as her mind knew nothing else but his loving tongue swirling in her over heated brain. 

His mouth lessened the pressure it was exerting on her swollen pubes. In an attempt to regain the full force of his pillaging mouth, her cunt followed the retreating mouth and her back began to arch higher and higher her hands rubbing her lust enflamed teats. Once again, she arched high in her bed finally only feet and the top of her head rested against the bed. Her body began to orgasm but this time with the orgasmic shudders, the overwhelming need to ejaculate suffused her body. With hissing force she pumped her ejaculate into her son's waiting mouth. It came in such quantity it spilled from his mouth running over his chin to stream down his chest and abdomen until it wet hair and balls before dripping onto the bed. Her arch continued as spastic orgasmic quakes shook her body almost dislodging the bejeweling droplets of moisture that clung to her crowning pussy hair. Her hands tried frantically to relieve her aching teats. Her mewing cries filled the night air.

"See, I told you it would be beautiful." Sue whispered in Jill's ear as she held Jill's climaxing body tightly against her. They stood and watched in Helen's bedroom doorway. Sue knowing Chris' propensity for early morning loving had brought Jill to watch. Sue had held Jill against her body as they saw the wonderful scene unfold. The aromatic poignant odors of semen and hot pussy filled the air. One hand had played with a nipple as the other had stroked Jill's clit. Sue had attempted and succeeded in bringing Jill off at the same time as her mother. It had been a wonderful night of loving for all off them but Sue looked forward to what the day would bring.



A Woman in Hardware Ch. 14



Helen sat in the boardroom chair wet and aroused. She had already gone to the executive washroom to place a mini pad in the gusset of her panties to absorb the excess exudate that flowed from her lubricious hot wet pussy. She couldn't help herself! The exercise of control over the members of the board was an aphrodisiac causing her nipples to ache they were so engorged with her need. It had been almost five years since her son had reintroduced her to the wonder of hard powerful thrusting into her loins. She wondered what the board would think if they knew who serviced their chief executive officer, many who considered her their ice queen of a president. Helen knew the rumors that traversed the company that suggested that she was involved with her highly paid executive assistant Sue, but she also knew that nobody really believed it to be true. No, the overwhelming office gossip was she was a cold bitch who would prefer to open another store, chew out another under performing underling, than think of sex. The word was she got off on reading the ever more successful sales reports.

Tonight she had dominated the board, through statistics, graphs, economy of scale, notes handed to her by her ever-ready assistant, proving beyond any doubt that they should succumb to her latest request, the take over of her old company. It would be a friendly acquisition since the current CEO happened to be her former assistant and company sales manager when she had been the marketing vice-president. He had taken her job when she left. The earnings of her current company's Asian and European operations more than allowed the financial necessities, but the recent decision of the Fed to allow the repatriation of foreign earnings with an unusual tax advantage made it mandatory to act as quickly as possible. Helen already had the approval of her former confederate and with her boards approval she was prepared to move ahead turning her company into the largest hardware company in the world. Yes, Helen was now the most successful CEO in the company's history, doubling the company's size in five years. Recently she had also broadened the company's scope by purchasing a manufacturing plant in China taking advantage of the cheap labor to manufacture their own brand of garden tools. The company's retail arm, in turn, sold them through out the world. 

In addition, she planned for her future new senior vice-president, the former CEO of her old company, to begin her next major move. It was risky, but with his help, she knew she could do it. But enough of planning, she thought to herself with a sigh that relieved the tension of the day unfortunately signaling her growing exhaustion to her executive assistant. Sue rushed over with her normal exuberant laughter held in check by her concern for her boss, lover, and most of all best friend.

" Are you all right?" she asked, a hand reaching out to touch Helen's shoulder.

"I'm fine," Helen replied. "It's just the let down after keying myself up to make that presentation to the board. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't there to pass me the files and notes and keep me on track." Helen reached up to pat the hand still on her shoulder and then with a quick glance around gave her a light kiss no more than a peck on the lips but they both knew that to be seen would add fuel to the rumors that already flew about the office. With a deeper wearier sigh, Helen rose from her chair and said, "Let's get home, it's the weekend and I don't know about you but I can sure use one." 

Sue laughed and said, "It's more than a weekend you have needed. It's your turn with Chris and I'm sure you'll use it more than once." Then with a salacious wink, she was out the door swinging her hips back and forth in a most suggestive manner. Helen laughed knowing her friend to be so carefully proper when with employees or in front of the board. Sue looked back and started to laugh as well realizing her friend saw right through her lascivious display knowing full well she would never jeopardize their relationship. 

Then Sue sobered remembering the only time she ever saw Helen confront the board head on. Strangely it happened over her. Sue's pay, when she started as Helen's assistant was sixty thousand a year but Helen raised it every year. The last time the raise was over eighty thousand dollars making her compensation about two hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Sue had protested saying it was too much but Helen had insisted telling her that she had tied their compensation to their earning power for the company. Of course, at the next board meeting one of the board members protested at what he felt to be an excessive wage for an employee who was not even of executive rank. The argument went back and forth until it became clear that the board was siding with the board member. 

Sue would never forget that day when Helen stood up and asked the board if they were going to decide day-to-day operations of the company. After much to do about nothing, the board informed her that they felt in this one instance that they should overrule her judgment. Helen didn't hesitate a moment. "Gentleman and lady please activate my severance package immediately. Of course, my valuable assistant will also no longer be in your employ. Since I have enjoyed working for this company, I will be most accommodating as to the length of time that you will require to find a new CEO. However, I recommend strongly that you sever our relationship immediately because our chief concern will no longer be the well-being of this firm. As a matter of fact our chief competitor has expressed and interest in our services and since by your decision we will be unemployed my assistant and I will be interested in their offer." 

The next half hour was interesting in watching face saving company political maneuvering. Although Helen didn't increase their pay she did manage to make their severance packages more interesting. In Sue's case, severance was two year's pay and in Helen's she added the house that belonged to the company as part of her severance package. Finally satisfied she graciously admitted that possibly she had been a little too hot headed and acquiesced to their requests that she remain their CEO. They all knew she hadn't lost her temper, it was a way to allow the board to save face. Sue later had tried to scold her for taking such a chance but Helen quietly explained to her why she had taken such a stand.

"Sue" she had said, "This was only superficially about your pay. Eighty thousand dollars is a drop in the bucket to this company. No, this was about control. That board member was about to exercise power that I was unwilling to give up. What I decide on a day-to-day basis is how this company is run. The board's power is in the policy and direction this company will take. It is my job only to suggest and then implement their decisions to the best of my ability." 

Helen taking the time to teach Sue that day about board meetings was one of the ways they had become such an excellent team. Because Sue now understood that although Helen wanted this merger of companies to take place she knew that they had to convince the board that this was the right direction. They had spent weeks together at home rehearsing their presentation and had even decided on the unusual step of a Friday night meeting so that the board members would be anxious to get home. They prepared for the presentation to go all night if it had to. Fortunately, the board had seen immediately that this was the obvious next step for the company and had approved unanimously. 

Sue chuckled to herself about that, noticing the board member that had opposed Helen on Sue's pay raise no longer served on the board. Helen, never told Sue how she had arranged it but Sue was sure she had. Sue knew that when it came to her company Helen was exactly what her staff thought, a cold-hearted bitch. She was extremely fair and doled out compliments where they were due, but if she felt an employee was letting the company down, she was merciless, correcting until they improved or often left of their own volition. In consequence the employees actual liked her, she might be a bitch, but she was their bitch.

Sue knew that Helen was extremely satisfied with their work so she felt that she had been right in bringing her own plans to fruition this weekend. She had been confident her boss would pull her plans off so she had also brought her own long-term plans forward. But her plans had to do with the long-term happiness of what she now considered her family. Almost five years ago, she and her lover Chris had come to an agreement concerning how they would go about raising a family. (See chapter nine) Chris, because he loved her so much, had not followed through and finally Sue had begun plans of her own. They of course included a young woman for Chris so she could produce children for them. Imagine her surprise when she discovered that it might be a young handsome man that had recently started with the firm who might be the solution to her problems. 

She had learned about him around the water cooler listening to the gossip, as she was wont to do. Apparently, he was so good looking with a personality to match that he had turned every young single women's head and a few that weren't so single as well. Unfortunately he wasn't at all interested which started the gay rumors flying until it was noted he was being picked up by a beautiful young woman after work every day. Sue wasn't all that interested until one day the gossip came back that one of the girls had been introduced to the lady in question only to find out it was his sister. 

Suddenly Sue was all ears. That night she went into the personnel files and read all about his employment history along with some personnel information. A single parent had raised him, much like her Chris. His mother had been a nurse when his father had been killed in one of the inevitable wars their country seems to embroil itself in. She had used the life insurance money in a high-risk attempt to become a doctor; she had succeeded and as the years went by became one of the most highly respected surgeons in the city. His mother currently was head of the department of medicine bringing her talents to bear only when the most difficult of cases presented themselves. The consequences were she spent long hours away from home leaving her children to their own devices. Could it be Sue asked herself? Was there a chance? It would be the perfect solution. The next day she introduced herself to the young man in question. 

"Oh I know who you are Ms. Wright I'm Peter Montgomery." 

Amongst the idle chitchat, Sue worked the conversation around to his mother until finally she said, "Oh your poor mother she must be so lonely working all the time. She must be just like Ms. Anderson to busy to date." 

"Boy do you have that right Ms. Wright, she never dates," replied Peter. 

"Well I'm sure a nice young man like you tries to look after his mother's needs," Sue coyly stated watching his expressions like a hawk. Sure enough, his blush of embarrassment and muttered reply gave credence to Sue's growing certainty that he was taking care of his mother's needs in every way possible. "I hear you have a beautiful sister. Would she be looking for a job? If she's anything like you I'm sure we could find a position for her with the company."

"No" said Peter, "She'll be taking her final year of her commerce degree next September so she's a year and a bit away from looking for a job."

"I'll tell you what, why don't you introduce me to her and maybe if she's interested she'll know somebody to come to when she is looking."

"Would you do that? That would be great. Ann is picking me up after work so if you would be so kind as to come down with me then I'll introduce her to you." 

It was through conversation and manipulation that Sue found out all she needed to know about the Montgomery family. When latter that day she meet Ann she saw an adoring younger sister caress her brother with her eyes and he treating her with such affection, it was like watching Chris and Jill all over again. It was then she made up her mind, Chris and Jill had to meet Peter and Ann. Sue introduced Peter as an up and coming employee to Helen a few weeks later and arranged the dinner for the Saturday night following the board meeting. . When Dr. Montgomery had phoned a few days later to ask, what she could bring, Sue assured her everything was taken care of and all they needed to bring was themselves. 

As they climbed into Sue's sporty Chrysler Crossfire, Helen had sent the company chauffeured limousine home that night just in case the meeting had gone on to the wee hours of the morning, Sue reminded Helen that they had invited the Montgomery's over for dinner Saturday night. Helen groaned, she had forgotten all about it. "Now you be nice," Sue said, "I like this family and I want you at your most gracious." Sue knew that if she asked, Helen would try her best to be friendly. Sue smiled at her friend and then told her to use the cell phone to call the kids and tell them they would be home in ten minutes. The phone call interrupted the two in a sixty-nine. They did not intend to climax for they were building up their sexual tension waiting for their lovers to get home.

When his mother asked what they were up to Chris freely told her and Helen fondly remembered the first time they had made love in front of her and then to her. She put her hand over the phone and asked Sue if she thought she and Jill would like to sleep with them tonight. When Sue replied in the affirmative, she told her son to continue what they were doing and they'd be home to join them in a few minutes. After she said goodbye she began to imagine Jill rubbing her pussy over her son's face spreading her preparatory juices. She was glad she had the mini-pad on because she knew if she had not, the copious amount of her own juices flowing from her would have soiled the back of her dress and stained the leather seat. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the sticky mucilaginous secretions, as she tried to ease the ache, the need, the emptiness that pervaded her loins demanding fulfillment. 

As soon as the car pulled to a halt, Helen suppressed the desire to jump out and run up the stairs into Chris's arms. Instead, she sedately stepped out of the car and began to walk into the house with a roll to her hips that was both elegant and seductive, her juices escaping the now sopping pad, began to roll down her inner soft flesh to gather at the tops of her garter held stockings. Oh, she was so ready, so randy, and so horny. Sue followed closely behind her watching her move. Sue shook her head once always surprised at how quickly the transformation of her boss was from sever straight laced executive to sexually seductive, libidinous woman. Her magnificent ass, erotically rounded and shaped, bunched and swayed with each step she took. 

Helen looked over her shoulder to see what was keeping her and caught Sue watching. With a sultry look and a tantalizing smile, she continued into the house her hips and ass swaying even more seductively if that were possible. Sue followed watching with eyes that held an intimate knowledge of the sexual display in front of her. She wanted to lift her own skirt and slide a saliva soaked finger into her skimpy thong, just a light touch on her swollen clit would relieve her sexual tension. With difficulty, she controlled herself knowing if she did, her body would explode into orgasm sending her to the ground in a fetal ball of moaning, shuddering orgasmic flesh. Besides, Jill was naked and waiting for her attention. Sue knew that if she took her pleasure without her, Jill would be angry with her and the last thing she needed right know was a grumpy lover. Her twat was too needy! 

When the door closed behind them, they both began to shed their clothes as they went up the stairs towards Helen's bedroom. By the time they reached the bedroom, both women were down to their garter belts stockings and panties. Their large breasts free and bouncing with each step, their nipples aroused more by the sight before them than the coolness of the air on freshly uncovered tits. Jill was lying on top of her brother, her thighs surrounding his head. Her succulent muscular twin mounds of ass flexing and churning as she ground her hairy juiciness against her brother's mouth and face. Her flexing waist covered in a thin sheen of perspiration as her sweet brown rose bud danced with her movements above her brother's nose almost as though it was searching for something to fill it. 

Helen took Sue's hand and with a stormy sensuous look said, "Let's have a shower before we climb in with those two." 

At the sound of his mother's voice Chris pulled his face away baring his sister's swollen red labia and allowed the redolent scent of her arousal to permeate the room. His face glistened with his sisters spend. He smiled a greeting before a humping cunt reminded him he was busy. As he returned to her pleasure, the women rounded the bed to see his strong throbbing cock surrounded by his sister's lips, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. When she noticed their movement in her peripheral vision, she turned her head without leaving his erection and gave them a salacious wink before focusing back on what she was doing. 

Helen simply said "Hi dear," as she led Sue into the bathroom. 

The women removed the rest of their garments. Then Sue noticed how wet Helen was and went to her knees her face buried into Helen slimy wet thighs, her tongue first slithering over the wet thighs before searching for the source of the nectar she craved. Helen's thighs parted and her pussy thrust forward allowing the searching tongue to part her labia and partake of her moist intimate juiciness. "Oh Sue," Helen cried as she pushed Sue's head against her now thrusting loins, her back arched, her tits bouncing to her movements, "Why am I so depraved? How can I simply walk by my son and daughter having sex and only want to join them?" Sue stood, knowing her friend didn't want to get off yet and kissed her instead, allowing Helen to share in one of their favorite tastes. 

When the kiss broke they entered the shower and soon where enjoying the hedonistic sensations of soapy skin on soapy skin. Sue cuddled into Helen pressing her abundant charms against her and whispered in her ear. "Helen, you know damn well, you love it when your son shoves his large virile prick into you. You particularly like it when his forty six year old girl friend cheers you on and helps you fuck him. But what you like the most is when he spews his incestuous spunk. I know, I've seen you play after he pulls out, running your fingers into your cum filled hole and then spreading it around or sucking it off your fingers. Be honest with yourself. You love incest you get off on it. The more depraved the lovemaking is, the better it is for you. Accept who you are and let's get really nasty tonight." 

With the motivation reaffirmed, they left the shower and toweled off before reentering the bedroom and crawling onto the bed beside their young lovers. Jill's cunt still languidly thrust and circled over her brother's mouth as her own mouth kept her brother's cock stiff and ready for her mother. Helen's body, which had been libidinous all day, was now so unrepentantly needy that she pushed her daughter over on to Sue who promptly took over where Chris had left off, sucking the swollen lusting cunt that her lover had abandoned. She enjoyed the thick mucilaginous love juices Chris had developed in his sister, allowing them to slowly trickle down her throat as she squirmed her own wetness against Jill's cock-like tongue. Beside them on the bed Helen laid on her back her legs pulled up so high her knees were at her ears fully exposing her hairy sexuality to her son's lusting gaze. 




A Woman in Hardware Ch. 14



Chris knelt on the bed admiring the milk white thighs so open for him and rubbed his fist up and down his erection as though demanding greater hardness before plunging his cock deep into the recesses of her craving body. Chris knew his mother well. When she took this position in the bed, he knew she wanted him rough, hard, and deep. She didn't need fast, just deeply penetrating to soothe the overwhelming heat and want her loins were generating. He moved forward leaning over her sexy body one hand holding his weight off her body while the hand stroking his prick placed the head against the heat and wetness. He slid the tip up and down against the fullness of her sex, barely penetrating until he was sure her lubrication had prepared them. Her cunt had already flowered gaping and ready for his entry. 

He drove his hot ready flesh deeply into her body hearing the slap of their abdomens coming together as his tip bumped against her cervix. She winced but her thighs remained wide accepting all of him. He laid still absorbing the sensation of her slimy smooth wetness, the warmth, the acceptance of his, her son's flesh so deep in her body. She had told him a long time ago that when she was seriously horny she loved the small pain she received when he banged into her cervix. Slowly he withdrew until just the tip remained. This time she was ready for him as he began his downward thrust her body humped her cunt upwards driving him even deeper into her molten depths. His cock slammed into her cervix harder, but this time she let out a deep satisfying moan of contentment while he nestled once more in the creamy depths from which he had come. Her ass flexed and her muscles squeezed him signaling her further need of his thrusting. He then began the slow rhythmic deeply penetrating thrusts that nudged her cervix, which he knew she loved. Her response was her humping heaving body withering below him and her moans increased in depth and volume. 

The noise finally attracted Sue's attention and she lifted her sticky wet face from Jill's pussy to allow it to spasm in orgasm on its own. She turned in the bed kissing Jill deeply before licking her own juices from Jill's lips, chin, and nose. Finally, she cuddled into Jill's neck and whispered in her ear before her tongue entered it. With a salacious smile and a nod of acceptance from Jill, they both turned to watch. The fucking between mother and son had almost a violent edge to it. The downward plunge of the now swollen shiny almost purple prick deep into cunt seemed enough to split her open. In return, Helen had grasped her legs behind her knees pulling her legs down to her shoulders using this grip as a fulcrum for her return thrust driving her son even deeper into her incestuous twat as she ground her clitoris against the base of his shaft. 

Her body, so open and exposed, that if he accidentally pulled out too far his return stroke would drive him deep into her rectum. If the truth were known, she would have gladly accepted the desecration trading the stretching pain for the intense incestuous pleasure she would receive from his cock deep in her ass. Her moans were turning to a higher pitched continuous deep-throated wail signaling her impending orgasmic release. Suddenly she loosed a deep guttural scream as the first spasm ripped through her body leaving a hot burning sensation in her nipples before the second spasm struck. He stiffened in her now clutching arms, spewing his spunk deep, as spasm after spasm swept through her body until she finally started to settle down and noticed how sticky wet her cunt was. He's creamed me she thought which sent another set of orgasmic tremors through her body. Chris had often seen his mom play with herself after he came in her so he pulled out to give her room but also to regain his breath. 

The two women moved as previously planed, Jill to her brother's mother coated cock to lick away what her mother had left before draining the remaining cum from his tube, Sue's mouth to Helen's gaping sperm filled cunt. Her tongue dove deep into the creamy cum puddle before curling into a hook to drag as much of her lover's tasty spunk from his mothers' grasping orifice as she could. Then swirling the creamy goodness in her mouth to savor the flavor she moved up Helen's body and by the expedient of pinching her nose with one hand and pulling down the bottom of Helen's chin with the other she conveyed to her lusting friend that she wanted her to open her mouth. As soon as Helen realized what Sue wanted, her mouth opened wide and her tongue came out to aid in the process. 

Sue released Helen's mouth and began to caress her abundant tits as her mouth hovered over Helen's. Slowly a thin stream of saliva mixed with boy cum drizzled down into Helen's mouth until it only dripped from Sue's now open mouth. Then Sue's mouth followed the mixture to create a seal as their tongues danced in the gift their son/lover had provided them before each slowly allowed a share to slide down their throats. Sue finally broke the flavorful kiss as she stoked the fat nipples that poked up into her own. Then pressing her tits down against Helen's she hugged her to herself and whispered sexily into her ear. "Did you like that Helen? Did you like that the only way I can get my lovers cum is to steal it from your spunky pussy? Did you like it when you lay there so beautiful and sexy that I had to give it back to you just to prolong our sexual contact? Did you like being so greedy that you had to use your son's incestuous cum twice and make me like it. 

Sue went on whispering nasty lecherous thoughts into Helen's ear causing a copious flow to wash some of Chris' spend onto the surface of her sexually swollen cunt. Jill locked her mouth onto her mother's flowing twat lapping up Sue's leftovers, almost purring over the tasty treat of her mother's and brother's mix. Once mother and daughter were firmly locked together, Sue straddled her love piercing herself with his rampant pole, giving Jill room to turn on her mothers' body so that each could pleasure the other with their questing tongues. Chris almost moaned in trepidation. He knew that when she mounted him this way she wanted a long slow night of loving with lots of climaxes before he came in her. Jill had worked on him so long that afternoon and evening without relief that his balls ached with the over production of sperm. One climax was not enough; he needed several before his aching balls would know relief. He needed to relieve the pressure badly but the slow languid movement of his lovers' sheath over his engorged penis further aggravated his blue balled state. What he didn't know was Sue, a mature knowing lover, understood what he was going through and was teasing him a little. Soon she would get down to the serious art of milking those cum filled balls dry. 

But for now, she just sat on his powerful throbbing flesh enjoying the sensations it gave her, probing deep into her loins. Occasionally she would circle her hips allowing her clitoris to grind against his body bringing the contented fulfillment that only his body seemed to be able to bring out in her. He would soon oil her squeak. She watched his face, seeing the love he held for her, knowing he would fuck her to morning with out coming if that were what she had need of. God, what he did to her, she loved him so much. 

Sue thought of the Montgomery's and her plans for them. A momentary stab of jealousy went through her before she controlled herself knowing in her heart that what she was planning was the best for them and if it worked, would be best for the Montgomery's as well. With that reminder safely stored in her mind, she reached down, picked up his head from the pillow and cuddled his face into her breasts as she gently rocked back and forth on his groin. As she held him in her loving embrace, she thought they would have to have an all-nighter soon. Then she laughed quietly to herself because she remembered they had just had one last weekend. Well it certainly wouldn't hurt to have another one. But now she had something else in mind. 

She lifted his face to be kissed then whispered in his ear. "I know Jill has been keeping you horny all day and your balls are full of cum. I want you to fill me up so I can go sit on your mothers' face. You know how much she likes to suck out a pussy filled with your cum. While I'm feeding her do you think you can fill Jill to so she can feed her too?" By way of answer, he nodded his head between her mammary protrusions licking them shiny with spittle as his cock started to search for their mutual climax. Sue arched her back to allow greater access to her globular mounds while her rocking vaginal sheath self stimulated on the hardened shaft. With each rock Chris seemed to gain greater penetration slowly worming fraction of and inch by fraction of and inch into the oily depths of his lovers' flesh.

The tentacles of pending orgasm began to slide around in Sues' abdomen, tightening and spreading outwards down into her thighs upward into her tits. His tongue slid over a turgid nipple tightening the crinkled areola and sending hot messages to the sea of warm liquid flesh surrounding his hardness. The rocking of her hips became more desperate while his hands left her ass to squeeze her tits with a grip that moments early would have hurt her, but now only made her nipples fat and more sensitive to each swipe of his tongue. They had been lovers long enough to know each other needs and Chris recognized Sue's impending orgasm. With a final heave of his body, he drove himself deep within her to release his essence into her. With a guttural moan, her body began its own shuddering release sharing with his the wonderful wetness of the loving combination of sexual moisture. 

She would have preferred to stay and suck the combined juices from his cock but tonight was Helen's night and Sue intended to satiate the appetite that Helen had for her son's creamy cum. When she traded places with Jill, she noticed Jill was perfectly happy to lick her juices from Chris' cock. Sue moved over Helen's mouth with two fingers holding her swollen labia together until she was in position facing down Helen's body. Then, just as she settled into position, she removed her fingers and allowed Helen's tongue to take their place. Sue had always liked the way Helen savored a freshly fucked cunt. 

Instead of diving in and licking franticly until the cum was cleaned up, Helen would carefully slide her tongue into Sue's pussy and almost push Chris' cum back into her. Then she would swirl her tongue in the glutinous contents of Sue's pussy stirring and tasting the mix, which in reality acted as a aphrodisiac to Helen's cardinality firing her to greater heights of voluptuous lasciviousness. After literally sitting on Helen's face for a while until she was sure most of the contents of her pussy had drained from her, Sue bent forward pressing her breasts with their turgid nipples against Helen's abdomen. Sue fastened her questing mouth against the hairy humping cunt with the wide spread creamy white thighs that circled and heaved beneath her seeking relief. Sue's own beautiful ass began to hump as her thighs encircled Helen's head demanding her own satisfaction. Sue's intent was to bring orgasmic relief to them both while they waited for Chris to fill Jill with another sticky load of male seed. Sue knew that Helen would again become frantic with lust when she tongued her daughter's cunny for the taste of her son's cock spit. 

Sue could feel her boyfriend working his manhood into his sister's gash. Soon there was a steady rhythm beside them and Sue's concentration returned to the squirming writhing body beneath her. She felt the sweaty tits mashed against her abdomen. The tongue no longer interested so much in taste but seeking out her orgasm by playing over her inner labia and then circling her clitoris as she humped herself against Helen's mouth. She in turn slid her tongue faster and faster over the bundle of nerves hoping that they, in a few seconds, would turn into a shuddering two-backed ball of orgasmic flesh. Suddenly Helen slipped a finger between her buttocks and before she could respond, started the spastic response of a woman deep in orgasmic tremor. With her butt full of finger, her own response was immediate and she humped down bruising her pubic flesh on Helen's teeth as she came hard. Beside her, by the sound of her climatic groans, Jill was getting her own wet load and would soon want to bring it to her mother's mouth. 

Sue rolled over in search of her man's cock. Although now limp and abandoned, it was still sticky wet from Jill's secretions and she avidly sucked it into her mouth. She sucked hard and with as much talent as she possessed for she wanted Chris to be ready for his mother again. After Jill had worked her magic on him for the most part of the day, she felt sure it wouldn't take long for him to be erect again. After all, a case of blue balls in a young man requires more than a couple of ejaculations to eradicate. She was right and he was soon in fine form again. 

Sue then sat on his chest, placed a pillow under his head so he could watch and played with her pussy splayed in front of him. A finger separated her inner lips and delved into her depths before sliding over her clit spreading her moisture. Sometimes she would use both hands and spread her cunt wide so he could look into her moisture-laden depths and enjoy the smell emanating from her. Other times she just frigged her self with one finger as her other hand pinched and pulled at her nipples. This easily maintained his tumescence as she watched Jill who was sitting on her mother's chest, much as she was sitting on Chris'. Only Jill, holding her mother's head in both hands between her thighs, had her pussy forced against her mother's mouth feeding her the mucilaginous deluge that flowed from her well-fucked cunt. Her mother lay with Jill sitting above her tits leaving the rest of her spread-eagled body, with its' hairy wet pussy, fully exposed. As Sue dismounted, she motioned for Chris to mount his mother and begin his second mother fucking of the night. She herself went and knelt in front of Jill so she could look down at Helen's face, while Helen lovingly sucked her daughter's pussy. 

"Helen, you little cum queen," she cooed, "I swear your tummy's bulging with all that good stuff you've been into." Then she looked over Jill's shoulder as though she was examining the bulge underneath Chris' plunging body. "Look at you, your tummy's bulging with cum and you're taking on two more loads at once. You're just your children's slut! Do you know that? Helen could only nod her head in agreement, as she continued to empty her daughter's cunny.

Sue laughed to herself and shook her head. Such are the vulgarities of life that the woman she admired and respected during the day and always called Ms. Anderson in front of employees, was the same woman she called slut and cum dump at night. But make no mistake Sue still respected Helen deeply; the nasty language was simply fuel that helped stoke Helen's sexual fire. She enjoyed the vision of her lover's prick reddening his mother's pussy lips while her daughter ground her hairy wetness against her mother's mouth, all of them seeking orgasmic release. As their moans and groans began and their bodies shuddered Sue took a deep breath savoring the sexual musky scent that pervaded the room. The strong aroma of three aroused weeping cunts and one ejaculating cock. It was the scent of paradise. There would be no shower tonight as they marinated themselves in each other's and their own marinade. As they curled up with one another, Sue watched a dollop of Chris semen ease from between the lips of his mother's sex. Half asleep, she reached out with a finger and eased it back in where it belonged. Sue's last waking thought was what it was going to be like for the family to meet the Montgomery's. 



A Woman in Hardware Ch. 15



Helen awoke to the strong smell of drying sex ripening in the late morning air. She stretched with her arms above her head, pointing her toes, her tits stretching on her chest, and felt extremely content. The board had accepted her direction and she was about to move ahead with the largest acquisition in the company's history. Not only that but she felt wonderful, last night she had been well and thoroughly fucked, that was the only word for it, she was a well fucked woman. 

Helen ran her hand over her breasts allowing the nipples to pop with the sensation remembering the previous evening. Her hands wandered lower, rubbing through the crusty residue of her son's dried semen on her abdomen. Helen wondered how Sue and Jill had missed the dollop of cream left on her belly. Her legs languorously spread as she lolled on the bed one finger slid between her labia with the remembrance of the loving she had enjoyed. She thought about waking her son so he could watch her masturbate. Helen loved to tease him. She would play with her pussy rubbing her juices around getting herself unbelievably wet while she watched his gorgeous prick harden with the sight. Finally, she would rub her hand over her pussy covering it with her freshly aroused juices and then spread them all over her tits so he could suck on them while he slid himself into her. 

Helen glanced at the clock, to see how much time they'd have, to find out, they had no time at all. They had slept in and the three women had one o'clock hair appointments. A quick shower was all they really had time for, but Helen always took time for a morning kiss. Chris and Jill were curled up in a ball beside her but Sue was on the other side of the bed lying on her back with one leg bent at the knee baring her pussy to the world. Helen got out of bed and went around to the other side. She slid her finger into her pussy once again coating it with her slippery mix then leaned over to give Sue a good morning kiss while she slid her thoroughly wetted finger deep into Sue's puss. 

Sue wasn't even awake yet as her hips began the movements of love, humping up against the intruding finger, seeking more stimulation. Then she opened both legs wide and brought her knees up giving Helen as much access to her now heaving hairy cunt as she could. Her mouth opened under Helen's allowing Helen's tongue to enter her as she moaned out the pleasure of her awakening. Helen slipped a second finger in and continued to stimulate the now bucking, jerking body, bringing it almost to orgasm before quickly pulling her fingers out and startling Sue with a hard smack on her buttocks. Sue's eyes shot open to see Helen's smiling face above her. 

"Call me a cum slut, will you," she laughed, "That will fix you. We have a hair appointment in less than an hour, you can just go to it horny, and we'll see who the slut is. Come on get up and help me wake the sleeping beauties. Just a kiss no fooling around, after last night we need that appointment."

Sue rolled over with a sexually frustrated groan and grabbed the first body she saw which happened to be Jill. Rubbing her body against Jill's she thoroughly kissed her awake. "Wake up honey, we need to shower and get to the hair dressers." 

Jill tried to snuggle into the warmth of Sue's voluptuous body. "Just a few minutes more." She begged as she tried to reignite the kiss knowing that Sue was a sucker for a very long loving kiss. The two of them began to rub their bodies against each other bringing arousal.

'Damn that Helen,' Sue thought to herself, 'she's got me so horny! I have to figure out away to get her back soon.' This, of course was a game the two women had played on each other for years. It added a lot of spice to their sex life and in reality they both enjoyed it thoroughly. Helen had gone to the other side of the bed and kissed her son as Jill continued to snuggle into Sue. Chris knowing the women had a hair appointment wisely got out of bed, kissed his mom once more and headed to the shower in his room. He knew if he started anything, he eventually would end up blamed for their being late or, heaven forbid, missing their appointment all together. It was a cross he had to bear being the only male amongst three beautiful horny women but somehow he was sure he could survive it.

Helen glanced down to the bed to find the two women by this time not only kissing, but also each of them were franticly rubbing their pussies against the other's thigh. Sue was hoping she'd get in an orgasm before Helen hauled her out of bed. Helen just chuckled to herself knowing that two horny women would have to head to the salon. With mock severity, she interrupted their play and sent Jill to her room for a shower. The two women headed for Helen's shower for a quick rinse and Sue borrowed a pair of underpants and a tracksuit from Helen so she did not have to go to the other side of the house to her suite. The one draw back was that Helen's bras did not fit Sue and so she would be braless. In her current state of arousal, Sue knew that her nipples swaying back and forth under the top would stay in a constant state of erection causing her no end of sexual frustration. 

The servants normally had all evenings and weekends off at Helen's insistence. But as they were having a dinner party tonight, Sue had requested they be on duty until desert had been served. This scenario had been worked out with the servants, years ago which pleased them no end, because it meant they could be home with their own families most evenings and weekends. Since the servants were on duty until this evening, Helen called for the company car. It was nice to be able to go into the city without having to worry about parking. 

The company had informed Helen, when she first started, that she would have a chauffeured limousine. At the time, she had told the board that she felt it was an extravagance. The board had explained to her that they did not want her stressed by the difficulties of city traffic. She now realized that it was even more useful than that. The drives to and from work were valuable time. In the mornings, she prepared her approach to the day. In the evenings on the way home she took notes as to what she felt had not been accomplished that day which of course lead to her following morning. Helen now felt that far from being an extravagance it was some of her most valuable time. Sue normally drove to and from work in her Crossfire, because Helen had found out that this was her most valuable thinking time without interruption. 

It was a strange relationship with the George, the chauffeur, at first Helen treated him as a fixture because he embarrassed her. She was uncomfortable with servants in general but George seemed to be an extravagance that made her feel as though she were putting on airs. Every morning he would greet her with the door open and a touch of his hat. Always it was the same greeting, "Good morning Ms. Anderson," with a pleasant comment about the weather. As time went by, although very little conversation past between them the atmosphere between them warmed until about a year ago Helen had asked him to call her Helen now considering him a friend. His response was a resounding no. He had explained to her that he had to stay in the habit of calling her Ms. Anderson so that he would never make the mistake of being informal at an inappropriate time. 

There were a few things Helen didn't know about George. He was extensively trained driver of an armored limousine, who carried a weapon. It was a strange world these days and the board intended to protect what they considered their most valuable asset. When Helen had asked him to call her by her first name, he had gone home that night and told his wife whom he loved very much, "If anyone ever comes after her I'll die defending her if I have to." His wife who loved him very much quietly kissed him and said, "Yes dear," and that was all that was ever said. Although George wouldn't have been able to explain it, his wife understood, he had his priorities straight love came first, his loyalty to Helen second. That's why he had said anything to his wife at all. 

When the ladies stepped out of the front door of their home there stood George with the back door of the limo open and waiting. The car as shinny as the day it came out of the factory. George touched his hat and greeted each of them individually, closed the door behind them and walked around to the driver's side. After sliding behind the wheel, he looked into the rear view mirror and asked, "Where to Ms. Anderson?" 

"We're off to the salon over on Eighth George. You needn't hang around. I'll give you a call on the cell when we're about through. In about twenty minutes, the limo pulled smoothly up to the front door of the salon and the ladies got out each thanking George before entering the salon for the full works. They chatted amongst themselves discussing various "do's" and for a moment there was a tear in Jill's eye as she remembered her first visit to a salon with her brother. But she quickly brightened when she saw a new style that she felt would compliment her long blonde hair. She wanted to look good because she had heard the rumors that Peter Montgomery was a handsome man and with typical female vanity, she wanted to look her best. Not surprisingly, both Helen and Sue had the same mission in mind. 

Thanks to Sue Chris had heard how good-looking Ann Montgomery was so he was busy, with typical male vanity, going through his wardrobe looking for the perfect outfit. The one that would make him look stylish, sophisticated, but still cool and debonair. For a man who dearly loved two older women he had completely forgotten there was going to be another woman there tonight. Fortunately dressing for one was by default dressing for the other. He then began to pace around the house anxiously awaiting the arrival of the women to see if they approved his selection of clothing. He also reminded himself to praise the women about their new hair do's. He knew there was nothing worse than a male who didn't recognize and complement the efforts a woman went through to look gorgeous for the opposite sex. Secretly he had always wondered if it was for the opposite sex or a game of one up man ship against their own sex and had long since decided it was a bit of both. He didn't recognize his own concern about what he would wear was similar vanity.

In his need for the ladies' comments about his own attire he was looking out the upstairs window when George brought the limo smoothly up to the front door and let the three freshly coiffured beauties out. He had to admit they looked stunning even though they were still wearing casual clothing. He rushed down the stairs to greet them at the door. He complimented them appropriately planning to take each one aside and compliment them individually. Sue held him to one side as his mom and sister headed up stairs to change into their evening attire.

"Honey, I want you to do me a favor." Sue purred in Chris's ear. "I know you saw what your mother did to me when she woke me up this morning. I saw your one eye open watching her finger my pussy. I'm still feeling horny. Would you please go upstairs and give her a good licking, now remember you can't kiss her because she has all her make up on, but if you could get her sitting on the edge of the bed you could slid that talented tongue of yours into her pussy. You know how much she likes that. Now this is the favor part, when you have her hot, horny, and ready to cum, I want you to stop and then tell her that Sue says to say hello." Sue smiled and went on to say, "Do you think you could do that for me?"

Chris laughed in response. "Sure I could. She'll squirm although dinner." Then Chris eyed Sue closely. "Mom really does have you worked up, doesn't she?" Chris then turned her around and hugged her from behind grasping one track-top encased but braless tit in one hand as his other hand slipped beneath the front of the tracksuit and panties. His prick hardened as he rubbed it against the swell of her bum, while he kissed her neck, his fingers finding her warm hairy wetness. With a few practiced thrusts, he buried his fingers deep into her softness reigniting the fires that Helen had initiated. As her pelvis heaved forward against his probing digits, she began to moan and Chris knew she must have been hovering close to climax. He quickly withdrew his fingers, sucked her lubricity off them, and with a final kiss on her neck sent her off to her suite over the garage, her body racked by horniness. 

He then went up stairs to find his mother, but first he took time out to go to his sister's room and tell her how beautiful she looked with the new hair do. Jill was in the midst of changing with her back to him, bent over pulling on a second stocking when he entered her room. Her garter belt around her waist the straps hanging loosely. He admired the sexy blonde pussy pecking out from between her thighs, the softly rounded globular bum, and the dangling breasts bouncing as she struggled with the stocking. "Sis you're so damn beautiful," he said as his breath caught in his throat. Startled, she stood, and then smiled at him not the least embarrassed that he had walked in on her. Chris always made a point of telling his sister how beautiful he thought she looked remembering the days when his sister had been so insecure. Now she was a confident radiant woman no small thanks to his efforts. Satisfied she was content, and not wanting her to think he complimented her for a cheap feel he turned and left her to complete her dressing. 

Seeing the progress his sister had made he hoped that he would catch his mother no further along. He needn't have worried, when he entered his mother's bedroom she was still in the nude holding one dress then another up to herself, her rounded buttocks sexually seductive, as she looked in her dresser mirror. She turned to him and did the same first with a black number then a red. He knew she would look great in both; the black dress was almost backless plunging to the point where her buttocks began to swell. The red instead dipped to just above her navel. It beautifully draped over her breasts exposing the inner curves of her loveliness and all of her sternum. 

"Mom," he said, "you'd look magnificent in both of them, but tonight I'd prefer you in the red." He took the dresses from her hands and carefully placed them on the bed before tuning to her. He watched the slow raise and fall of her lush pendulant breasts as he approached her. "I think why I like the red tonight is because you'll be facing me at the table and I will admire you here and here," he said, while he began to kiss her down her sternum. He took his time kissing the sides of her breasts before sucking an engorged fat nipple and the surrounding crinkled areole into his mouth. His mom's hand held his head against her as he tenderly manipulated the sensitive flesh with lips, tongue and teeth. 

When he heard her breathing begin to increase, he allowed his hands to grasp her curvaceous buttocks, easing her back against her dresser before dropping to his knees and kissing the swell of her abdomen just above the abundant forest of curls. His mom's hand never left his head. He heard her sigh deeply as the checks of her bottom rested on the edge of the dresser giving her the support for what he had in mind. His tongue trailed down her tummy leaving a glistening trail of saliva as it passed through her pubic hair and rested on the hood over her clit. As his tongue wormed its way into the protecting hood, her sighs changed to little moans and she leaned back on the dresser until her back was against the mirror.

He lifted one leg, waiting so she could adjust herself if she needed to, before lifting the other leg and placing her feet on his shoulders against his neck. Helen allowed her knees to drop away exposing her arousal to her son. Her outer labia had swollen and spread allowing the inner to drop and swell bedewed with her feminine preparedness. Helen's arms squeezed her breasts together as her hands came down between her thighs to hold his head tightly against her burning flesh. Her pussy began to flow its juices onto his penetrating tongue. Her liquid taste, tantalizingly exquisite on his tongue. Her moans filled his ears. Her pelvis began a small rhythmic movement searching for completion. It was then Chris stood, placing her feet on the ground, and with an impish smile on his juice covered face said, "Sue says hello." 

Helen's eyes shot open, then with lust-hooded look and a salacious seductive smile she laughed and said, "She really has you pussy whipped. Don't worry I'll get you both when you least expect it." Helen then placed her forefinger in her mouth sucking on it before sliding it up and down between her pussy lips several times and returning it to her mouth to sample her own flavor. She knew her son loved to watch her play with herself and he was now probably as horny as she was. When Chris turned his back and left the room, he had to use his hand to adjust his hardness. He was so horny he felt he could screw a knothole in a fence and enjoy it. 

Helen dressed quickly now in a bit of a rush. She wanted to check with the servants to see how the meal was coming. By the time she got downstairs Sue was already there supervising the setting of the table and adjusting the lighting from the large chandelier and the wall sconces that lined the room to a soft warm glow. Helen gave the room a quick once over knowing that Sue would have things under control. She gave Sue a quick peck on the lips by way of thank you making sure she didn't damage their lipstick, before running into the kitchen, as much to check on the meal as to escape the sexual fire that had coursed through her body the moment her lips touched Sue's. 

Rather than examine the meal she would have preferred to give Sue's cunt a long tongue-lashing and watch her body writhe under her dancing tongue. It would be fun to tease that hot succulent twat for and hour or two before letting her cum. Helen's thoughts had forced her to soak her panties already and she had put them on just fifteen minutes ago. She ran back upstairs to change, putting on some sensible absorbent cotton briefs instead of the miniscule thong she had originally chosen. 

As she came out of her room, she saw Chris in the hallway. He was looking very sharp and she told him so. "But dear you really need to put on a tie. I know you think an open collar is more dashing but you want to impress her mother as well. Try the tie with the stripes I like so much." With that, she gave him a pat on the check instead of a kiss and headed down stairs to await their guests. Chris followed moments later, tie in place, to be greeted by Sue. 

Sue's eyes were twinkling as she complemented him on his choice of clothing and then she whispered in his ear, "Thank you for doing that little favor for me." 

"How the heck did you know I did anything," inquired Chris?

"Watch the way your mom walks, see how she holds herself? Look at how her hips roll making that sexy bottom end of hers twitch. That is your mother with her finest sensual look without being too blatant. She is the epitome of a classy sophisticated woman in need." 

Just then, the only person with her hormones even remotely under control came down the stairs. Her beautiful blonde hair made up in such a way to make her both regal and stunning. Jill's flashing blue eyes and dazzling smile once more overpowered her brother. As horny as he was he almost lifted her skirt in front of his mom and Sue. He wanted so badly to taste the beautiful blonde cunt underneath. He knew the two older women would love to watch him suck the sweet ambrosial nectar from between the tender thighs of the young goddess. Instead, he controlled himself and his aching hard-on, once again complimented her on her looks. Jill saw the look of hunger in her brother's eye, pleased her looks had impassioned him. 




A Woman in Hardware Ch. 15



It was obvious that the Anderson family was ready to entertain. Possibly three of them were ready for something more. Sue looked over her family and purred like a cat. She was sure this was going to be a evening to remember. They all went into the living room and sat down to await their guests. They had been invited for seven so there would be time for a drink or two before they sat down for the dinner the servants had been instructed to serve at eight. The two women chatted about their success at Friday's board meeting, while Chris and Jill speculated as to what the Montgomery's were like. Julie, the maid came in and asked if she could get them anything. 

Helen told her they would wait until the guests arrived which was a good call, because just then their doorbell bonged announcing the arrival of the much anticipated guests. Although Helen had thrown many cocktail and dinner parties for clients, business acquaintances, and senior employees; she had never before had what was strictly a social event. As was her policy, Helen answered the door herself not allowing servants to greet her guests. She felt that if she had invited them to her home they deserved to be greeted by their hostess. Helen walked into the brightly lit foyer, glancing to make sure her hair was in order in the large ornate gilded mirror, before opening the door to her guests. With a smile, she greeted the Montgomery's. "Please come in. You must be Ann, Sue has already told me about you, and Peter I already know which leaves Dr. Montgomery," as she held out her hand to the doctor, "I'm Helen Anderson."

Dr. Montgomery shook Helen's hand warmly. "Elizabeth Montgomery, Ms. Anderson but please call me Beth, my daughter Ann as you rightly surmised, and of course my son Peter to who we owe this meeting."

Helen's hand tingled from the touch of the statuesque woman who stood before her. It was more than apparent where her beautiful daughter Ann got her looks. The tingle in her hand spread through her body singeing her nipples before causing an ache in her groin that leaked its need onto her cotton panties. Suddenly she realized she had held Beth's hand a little too long. Releasing her hand, she smiled her reply.

"My pleasure Beth, please call me Helen. I can see where your son and daughter get their looks."

"Why thank you Helen. I almost feel that I already know you having seen your face in so many business magazines and the occasional TV news segment," replied Beth. "I must say that the pictures don't do you justice." 

Helen smiled her acceptance of the compliment and guided her newfound friend into the living room to meet her children. Ann and Peter followed their mother and Helen and introductions were made all around with Chris standing to greet the two incredibly gorgeous strangers as well as the dark haired male. Helen saved Sue to last. Placing her hand on Beth's arm to make sure she had her attention she said "Beth I know your children already know my best friend, so I'd like you to met Susan Wright. Sue, this is Dr. Elizabeth Montgomery." 

While the two women chatted, Helen once again noticed how her body responded to the sensuous woman who stood beside her. Reluctantly she removed her hand from Beth's arm before it was noticed that it had remained there too long. Helen watched the conversation between the two ladies drinking in the beauty of Beth's profile, noticing the dance in her alluring green eyes, the exquisite curve of her cheek, the saucy sweet turn of her lips, and the well-proportioned shape of her nose. In a word, Helen was entranced. She wanted to feel the texture of her ebony hair. 

Suddenly Helen realized for the first time in her life she was sexually attracted to another woman. It wasn't the her daughter didn't turn her on because she did and Sue was incredible in bed. But to begin with, it was they that had seduced her, she hadn't noticed them so much as they her, but now the shoe was on the other foot. She was panting like a puppy over the sensuous sexuality of the mature statuesque woman who stood beside her emanating a wonderful smell that completely beguiled her. Helen tried to dismiss it as the horniness that still raged through her body from the uncompleted cunnilingus her son had preformed on her hot throbbing pussy, but she knew better. Out of the corner of her eye, Sue noticed how Helen watched their new acquaintance and internally her heart sang. Her plans were working out beyond her expectations. Helen finally gained control of herself and had Julie take drink orders. Soon the conversation became more animated as the drinks took hold. 

It was obvious that the Montgomery's and the Anderson's had many things in common and got along well. By the time they sat down to dinner the two families were comfortable with each other. Half way through the meal Helen stood up, clinked her glass and suggested a toast to newfound friends. They're conversation ceased momentarily as they all stood and the glass clinked in celebration of a good time as much as in celebration of friendship. As they all sat down and conversation resumed Sue was almost glowing. She was now sure that these two families with her gentle manipulations would become one. Sue had not lost her touch she could always see the best people and guard against the worst. 

After dessert Helen suggested an aperitif from the range of liqueurs on the cart, the servants had rolled in just before they left. Chris stood up and proposed a game of snooker in the billiard room. Sue wanted Helen and Beth to have some time alone so she told the young ones to go on and play. Chris grabbed a bottle of coffee liqueur and four glasses off the cart and escorted the younger crew off for a game or three. Helen, Beth, and Sue returned to the plush sofas of the living room and the small talk resumed. 

"Helen do you remember the first house you lived in?" asked Sue again leading the conversation in the direction she wanted it to go. "Remember how you had to go to work at the hardware store after your husband died just to make ends met?" Beth listened with interest. She had forgotten what the articles she had read had said about this rather formidable woman's origins. Looking around the home Helen now lived in made it hard to believe that she might have come from rather modest beginnings. Beth had never known that Helen had lost her husband even earlier in her marriage than she had. Beth looked at Helen with new interest recognizing her as a fellow single parent battling the adversities of life. 

Sue saw that her first ploy had been successful and excused herself for a few moments, supposedly to clear some of the desert dishes from the dinning room table. Normally they waited until the following morning, but Sue wanted an excuse to be able to overhear the direction the conversation was going in the living room without interfering in the bonding process she was sure would take place. Sure enough, Helen and Beth soon began to compare notes about losing a husband to an act of bravery that had cost them their lives. Both women had the same sense of pride and anger. Pride in the men they had chosen as life partners and anger at the bastards for leaving them in the ultimate act of sacrifice as they saved other peoples lives, but not their own. There were tears in the women's eyes as they recounted to each other the bitterness they both had felt. 

Sue, listening from the dinning room, decided a change in the dialogue was needed and into a lull in the talk said, "Remember the time just after Chris was born when Jill covered him in baby powder?" 

Immediately Helen and Beth began to compare notes on the raising of young children as single parents while they carved out careers to replace the ones they had expected their husbands to create. Beth discovered that Helen was a delightful raconteur with a sense of humor that was sardonic, yet insightful, telling story after story of young children testing the authority of their parent. Between sips of Cognac, Beth, with her own sense of humor told stories of mistakes made by children, exploring their abilities as they learned. Sue soon returned to the living room to sit and laugh helplessly while the two parents compared notes. 

Finally, Sue said, "Why don't you show Beth the rest of the house, and you can check on those children of yours at the same time. You can show her my place too while I finish cleaning up." 

Sue had specifically targeted the fact that she lived with the Andersons in hopes that the subject would come up between Helen and Beth. When Beth stood to follow Helen she felt a little light headed and noted she had drank far more cognac than she was use to. They found the billiard game to be going strong with lots of laughter at the frequent misses. Helen saw that Chris or Jill had found a second bottle of liqueur and the four of then had already consumed it. It explained how a billiard game had become a bit rowdy with the young men leaning over the girls to help them make their shots. Ann's beautiful butt was snuggled nicely into Chris, as she carefully aimed down the table. Beth knew her daughter wasn't nearly as helpless at billiards as she portrayed, but then she suspected that Jill wasn't either. Without comment, she followed Helen out and they explored the rest of the house. 

When they came to Sue's residence above the garage Beth was surprised how extensive it was. Maybe because of how much she had drunk she dared ask, "Helen why is it that Sue lives with you?" 

And maybe because of how much Helen had drunk she wanted to give Beth an honest answer. Helen looked steadily at Beth for a moment before replying, "Beth, do you promise me as a struggling single parent you'll keep this to yourself?" Beth nodded her acceptance on Helen went on and said, "Well as you know your children don't always do as you would hope." 

Helen went on to describe the night she had come home from a business trip to find Sue and Chris making love and an edited version of how she had felt. She told of the problem that had come up when she wanted to move and how she had resolved it carefully watching to see how Beth reacted to her revelations. Beth, still thinking her own resolution to sexual problems was far worse didn't react at all. When Helen went on to say that she felt it had all worked out for the best in the end as Sue had become her best friend and confident, Beth began to wonder how accepting Helen would be if she knew of what went on in her own household. What she did know was how much she liked the woman who seemed to handle problems easily. Suddenly Beth asked a question that seemed to be completely unrelated. 

"Helen, I don't date, do you ever find time to date?"

Helen's reply was immediate. "No, I've never found time, between children and career, I'm far too busy."

With the reply suspicion blossomed in Beth's mind. Helen struck her as a woman who enjoyed life far too much not to have some sort of sex life. Could it be that she had somehow resolved her needs in the same manner that Beth had? If that were the case, how could she find out? How would Sue be involved? Question after question raced through Beth's mind. She searched for a way to question Helen about her sex life. Beth was so unsure, maybe Helen satisfied herself with her fingers, but she didn't believe it, she was too much woman. While Beth was torn by indecision as to how to approach her, Helen continued to show Beth through her home until they finally ended up in Helen's bedroom. 

Here Beth purposely stepped into Helen's personal space, the space that all maintain around themselves. Beth as a doctor knew that people had a tendency to trust those they allowed within their personal space and Helen allowed her into hers. Of course, in doing so she allowed Helen into hers and found she was not uncomfortable. Now, Beth reached out to touch the beautiful woman who stood so closely beside her. "Helen will you take the single parents oath of secrecy as well?" With Helen's nod of acceptance, Beth went on to explain about the long hours away from home as she trained to be a doctor, particularly when she had interned. "I'm afraid that my story is far worse than yours," she said as she went on to describe coming home unexpectedly one night to find her children in bed with each other. 

The moment Beth confessed the incestuous development Helen realized that Sue with her usual insight into other people had already figured everything out. "Beth," she said, "Will you trust me a little bit more? I promise you in the long run I think you will feel considerably more comfortable about what you are about to tell me. I want you to come back down stairs, have another drink of cognac, and include Sue while you tell the rest of your story. I'm sure you'll find that she has some interesting comments." Beth did trust Helen, partly because of the strange situation of Sue being Chris' girlfriend. 

Once, comfortably settled with a drink in hand, Helen asked Sue to get a drink if she wanted and join them. Then Helen turned to Beth and urged her to continue her story. Beth picked up where she had left off. She told them how upset she was when she walked in on them and yet didn't stop them not sure how she should handle them. Because they were so engrossed in what they were doing, they hadn't noticed her arrival and continued to have sex in front of their mother. Finally, Beth decided as she watched she would wait until they were through. Beth even admitted to her friends, she was more than a little turned on watching her son's penis plumbing the depths of her daughter's dark haired vagina. It was obvious, by the moans, groans, and Ann's vocal encouragement; they were thoroughly enjoying their incestuous activity. When Ann and Peter were through, Beth tried to remonstrate with them as to why they should not indulge in such activity. Both children firmly informed her, as Ann was on the pill, that they loved each other and had no intention of stopping. Beth was use to them obeying her and wasn't sure what to do when they were so intractable. Not wanting them to continue behind her back she reluctantly gave in and allowed their relationship to continue. 

Beth hung her head in shame. "Not much of a parent am I? Not even able to stop my children from molesting each other."

Sue turned to Helen and asked, "Just how much did you tell Beth about catching me and Chris?"

"Just what I saw" Helen replied.

Well I think you should tell Beth everything that went on that night or shall I?" questioned Sue. It was Helen's turn to hang her head. 

"I will," she murmured. Then clearing her throat she looked to Beth and said, "You're not a bad mother or at least not nearly as bad as I. When I saw Chris and Sue making love, I couldn't help myself and masturbated while I watched them. Then I went to bed and masturbated again."

"Oh Helen, did you?" questioned Beth, "When I went to bed that night, I masturbated again and again, I couldn't get the sight of my son's penis sliding in and out of my daughter's pussy out of my mind. I finally stopped because I was getting sore down there." 

Sue cleared her throat. "Helen, I think there's something else you need to tell Beth."

"Beth there was something else going on that night I didn't know about until much later. I was caught masturbating by my daughter. Jill had been sitting in the bathroom with the door open and could look down the hall to where I stood watching. If I had come home a few minutes early I would have found her in bed with the other two." Then with a defiant look towards Sue, Helen went on to say, "Apparently she and Sue had been licking each other's pussies getting Jill hot so she could, you know, be with her brother, but because Jill had to go to the bathroom, Sue ended up under Chris instead. So you see although I didn't know I was just as bad a parent as you."

Helen stood up and pulled Beth out of the sofa to give her a hug. "You see, you're not a bad parent. It was just that you were away a lot just like me. Here, have some more cognac," Helen said as she refilled Beth's and Sue's glass. "I think what happened is they turned to each other for support because we weren't there and then one thing led to another. We're guiltily of taking too much time to carve out a career to support them." 

Although Beth had been both fascinated and relieved by Helen's revelations, she realized, as she took another sip of cognac, that her own most protected secret had not yet been revealed nor had the central question in her mind been answered. What did Helen do about a sex life? What Beth didn't know was Sue's interests were not served either if the subject was dropped at this point. 

Sue leaned back into the sofa and said, "So basically, what you two women are telling me is it turned you on to watch your sons having intercourse, so much so, that you both had to play with yourselves afterwards." 

Beth noted that Sue had headed the conversation in an interesting direction and not wanting to deviate from that direction, she admitted to being sexually excited watching both her son and daughter emphasizing her daughter's involvement. She had not missed the fact that Helen's revelations had indicated Sue and Jill had a sexual relationship. Sue hearing Beth's emphases on her daughter turned to Helen and asked, "Helen are you going to tell Beth what happened with your daughter?"

Helen stood up and taking the bottle of cognac off the table walked around refilling all their glasses. Beth knew she had drunk too much, but felt they were on the cusp of a massive revelation, so rather than interrupt, she allowed her glass to be refilled noting a slight tremor in her hand. Helen returned the bottle to the table with a strange deliberateness, an expression of thoughtfulness on her face. Helen then turned to Beth with the look of an executive that had made a major decision.

"Beth," Helen stated with a look of assurance on her face, "I'm fairly certain that you and I have been manipulated all evening. I've seen Sue work her magic before. She wants us to admit something to each other she is sure we both indulge in. Beth, I love my children, I also make love with my children. Last night when I came home I couldn't wait to get into bed with them." Helen waited for Beth's reply half expecting an explosion of denial and a rapid exit of a woman she had grown to like. Instead, Beth broke into tears.

"Thank you, Helen, thank you, I've lived alone with my secret for years, it's such a relief to finally be able to talk to someone about it. Yes, a few days after I saw my children making love they caught me masturbating and insisted that I allow them to help. One thing led to another and since then I have become an incestuous mother, enjoying the loving bodies of my own children. At times, I have felt terrible, but as time went on, I reveled in the depravity of the act, the perversion of sucking my son's cream from my daughter's pussy." Beth startled herself with the intensity she admitted to the corruption of herself and her children. She cried out, "Have I said too much?" Beth was frightened that she was revolting her newfound friends. 

Helen quickly reassured her. "Beth, let me tell you what I was doing last night, not only did I drink my son's cum from my daughter's cunt but I drank it from Sue's as well. I, just like you, get off on the fact I feel like an incestuous pervert. It makes me feel sexier." 

I have another question Helen announced. "Sue, why did you want Beth and I to know about each other's perversions?" 

"And how did you know about my family?" interrupted Beth. 

Sue gave a tentative smile then replied, "I believe both your questions lead directly to the same basic problem and its' solution. I have worried that Chris and Jill may accidentally give away our family secret. I have been watching the way they behave with each other for a long time. When I saw Peter and Ann together, I saw the same behavior. Their love of one another is obvious. The way they smile and touch each other although subtle, because of my long term observation of Chris and Jill, suggests to me more than just brotherly sisterly love. Beth, its public knowledge the struggle you went through to reach the top of your profession. I knew the symptoms from observing the Anderson family. Then, I asked Peter if you dated."




A Woman in Hardware Ch. 15



"You mean to tell me that my son gave away that kind of personal information," Beth indignantly interrupted once again, "He's usually very taciturn when it comes to our personal lives."

"Oh Beth, I'm sorry I did Peter a disservice. I didn't really ask him, I sort of told him." Sue hastened to correct the impression she had created. "What I said was that Helen was so busy she never had time to date and I imagined that you were the same. Peter didn't answer a question. He, in a moment of sympathy for you, simply agreed with me. This leads to my next point. Do you two realize between our two families we have seven healthy adults who apparently don't date, have no interest in sex. Beth, you have a handsome young son who turns many heads at the company, imagine if you will how many young women speculate as to why they are unable to interest him. 

Now you and Helen have a good cover, you appear married to your work; consequently, there is only speculative gossip that nobody really believes. Ann, also is still safe, because she can fall back on her attendance at university and her studies, all though knowing student behavior this is a far weaker excuse. But what are Peter, Chris, and Jill doing? They are now in the work force, of marriageable age, and if gay, where are the partners?"

Sue stopped talking and sat silent for a moment or two while they all contemplated the possible consequences of her question. She then resumed. "Helen your question leads to my solution of not one but two problems, as a matter of fact personally I think of it as three problems, but the third is strictly mine and the children's. The second problem is the fact both families are incestuous and neither one of you want to give up your children. I'm going to be crude because I want you to think both with your minds and your cunts. Imagine, if you will, your sons and daughters wanting to have children and finding partners who have no idea that you two need your son's virile young cocks rooting around in your hot wet pussies. Or the enjoyment of a daughter's tongue stealing her brother's cum from your incestuous twats before they give you long loving tongue filled kisses. Those potential men and women would be more than turned off by the very thought of you and the children enjoying same sex relationships. What would they be like if they knew their partners were mother fuckers?" 

Again, Sue paused while they contemplated the obvious disasters and the loss of their incestuous partners. 

Helen finally said, "You mentioned a third problem." 

"Yes," replied Sue, "It's my own. I'm too old to have children but I want some that I feel are my own and I want to take a large part in their upbringing. Beth, your daughter plays a large part in my solution to my own problem." 

Beth looked at Sue with dawning understanding in her eyes. 

Helen said, "Sue, I think both Beth and I have realized what your solution is, but this is your show so please spell it out." 

"Just as Helen is in the process of amalgamating two companies," said Sue, "I propose that we amalgamate two families. With the children dating each other, it squelches all potential rumors about their sexual orientation. The two mothers will obviously become close friends, visiting each other more and more frequently as a double wedding appears immediate. Sons and daughters will start living in each others homes." 

"The plan sounds great," laughed Helen, "But don't you think the children will want to pick their own life partners?" 

"While you were showing Beth the house," replied Sue, "I spent some time with the children. They like each other. Although I didn't ask, I think all of them, feel the same as you two. They wouldn't want to give up their relationships with their mother, sister, and brother. They have become incest junkies just like you two. What ideal partners they will make, if they are willing to allow each other to continue current relationships and maybe even forge new ones. In-law fucking is considered incestuous too you know."

The three women began planning what they should do in the short term. They felt the first thing would be to tell the children about each other's incestuous behavior so that they knew how similar the two families were. After that, leave them alone so they could adjust to the knowledge in their own way. The two mothers wondered if they should take them aside or tell them in front of each other and finally decided to tell them together so they could watch the reaction to the news. The reaction seemed to be more than favorable and the two women rejoined Sue to await the fallout from the news. Sue asked Helen to invite the Montgomery's to stay the night. It was already late and the two families would have more time to talk to each other if they stayed together. 

Then Sue had another shocking proposal she suggested that the two incestuous mother's should go to bed with each other. Sue laughed when they both tried to play coy. "I've been watching you two all night," she told them," Although I don't know Beth all that well I think you are attracted to Helen, as for Helen she's been hot for you all night." Helen blushed, but took Beth's hand and led her off towards her bedroom. Beth didn't even attempt to argue. She wanted to see her fellow incestuous mother naked. The very thought made her pussy gush moisture down her thighs. It would be fun to taste a son-fucked mother-cunt.

Sue sat and had another drink, waiting for the young adults to absorb the rather surprising parental revelation. After about a half hour of waiting Sue went into the billiard room to find Peter and Jill sucking face but Ann had an angry look on her face while Chris stood across the room from her with a stubborn look on his. For a moment, Sue had the sinking feeling her plans were in vain until she remembered no one had mentioned her relationship with Chris. She knew Chris would no more reveal their relationship than he would cheat on her. This left him in an impossible situation, unable to reveal the reason he was rejecting Ann. No wonder Ann was so upset. She took Ann into her arms and held her for a moment before asking her to come with her. Then, with a jerk of her head, indicated to Chris to follow them. When she and Ann were seated in Sue's residence above the garage, with Chris hovering by the door, she began to explain why it appeared Chris was rejecting her. 

"Ann, I have been Chris' girlfriend since he was eighteen," Sue said attempting to console her. She went on to say how sorry she was that she hadn't mentioned this to Ann earlier. Sue explained how it was her fault because Chris was unable to tell her what the problem was because he had promised to keep that information inside the family. Then Sue bared her soul and began to explain how important Ann was to her and to Chris. She told Ann how much she wanted children but never found the right man until Chris came along. By that time, she had felt too old to have them herself, but still wanted them. Consequently, she was looking for the right woman to have Chris' children for her.

"Now before you say anything," Sue continued, "Please listen to all that I have to say. I already know, through your mother, that you enjoy the attentions of a woman as well as a man. "I'm hoping you can enjoy my attentions as well. If you can, I think that you and I could maybe love each other as well as Chris. I don't know if you have read any science fiction but some authors have speculated about races of people who might require more than two mates in order to procreate. What I want from you is when you and Chris try to make babies you include me in some ritual that aids you to conceive. We'll discuss how if we're compatible and if you will share your children with me I'll share Chris with you. In addition, we will share mothers, brothers, and sisters. Do you think you would be interested in such a relationship?" 

Sue's nervousness increased as she waited for a reply from the woman whom all her plans rested. She was almost ready to scream in frustration and fear. You would have thought Beth was the ultimate obstacle, but Sue had always known that the woman she wanted to make babies for her was the woman that would give her the most trouble. To Sue this was to be a major turning point in her life and she was willing to give up her total control of Chris to achieve her aims. It was a sacrifice, she did not make easily. Possibly Ann saw some of the anxiety that Sue portrayed because she broke into a wonderful smile that relieved some of Sue's apprehension. 

Then with a maturity beyond her years she carefully unbuttoned Sue's blouse, unhooked the front clasp of Sue's bra and taking one of Sue's tits in each hand hefted them for weight and size. Ann had noticed that of all the women Sue was the most well endowed. She had correctly surmised that Sue was proud of her breasts and used them accordingly. "Will our babies be allowed to cuddle into these?" she asked looking deeply into Sue's eyes. 

Sue immediately noted the use of the word "our" as her eyes flooded with tears. She immediately understood the message that Ann was sending as she fondled Sue's mammary flesh, that she was more than willing to share both babies and bodies. Sue then laughed and said through the tears that rolled down her face, "These babies will probably have more teats to cuddle than they'll know what to do with." Then looking at Ann with a hard stare she asked, "How could you make up your mind so quickly?"

"This has been probably the most emotional evening I have ever gone through although the night that Peter and I first fucked mom would be a close second," replied Ann. I noticed our Chris the moment I walked through the door and was very attracted, and yet not that interested because I love my brother and at that point was happy with what I had. I also saw how attracted my brother was to Jill and was a little bit jealous because she is so beautiful."

"And you're not?" interrupted Chris.

Ann smiled her acceptance of Chris' implied compliment and went on, still fondling Sue as though she was attempting to sooth away her worries. "As the evening progressed," Ann went on to say, "I was more and more attracted to your boyfriend but was beginning to realize he was quite standoffish. Remember the time you walked into the billiard room and Chris was showing me how to shoot. I had carefully cuddled my bum into his groin, and he was responding as a male should. A little earlier, my mom and Helen had come in while I was doing the same thing and eliciting the same response. When they were there, he simply seemed to get harder. But as soon as he saw you a certain swelling went down and he wouldn't allow me close again. Then mom and Helen came in to tell us about what they had discovered about each other and our families. I naturally looked at Chris with an entirely different viewpoint." 

Here Ann stopped talking for a moment and blushed prettily. Then with a determined look in her eye she said, "I don't know how to start to explain this to you. Sue will you put your hand on my crotch?" 

Ann shifted her body so that her legs opened and allowed Sue access to her moist intimacy, finally letting go of Sue's breasts, that were now reddened with desire and whose nipples ached with need. 

"Please don't rub Sue just hold me there," Ann groaned. "When my brother and I seduced my mom, if I wasn't already, I fell into complete lust for my brother. That night my mom, although obviously wanting our attentions, tried to maintain social convention, frightened that some how she might hurt us if she gave into our incestuous desires. Peter, with a determination I have rarely seen in him cajoled and played with my mom until she began to moan, but because of her fears, her pussy, for her, remained relatively dry. I, on the other hand was becoming increasingly wet, with my preparedness beginning to run down my thighs as I watched him play with my mom's body. Suddenly he turned to me and with the same determination, I had seen in him all evening. He took me quickly and hard. Spreading my legs and sliding his hardness into me with one continuous thrust. I moaned deeply in the back of my throat as my pussy responded with a flow of sexual exudate that surpassed any wetness that I had previously felt. I was humping and heaving hard in front of my mother coating his pistoning cock with my juices." 

Sue now knew why Ann had asked her to hold her crotch. As she told the story, her pussy mimicked her words, almost spraying Sue's hand through the thin silky panties she wore.

"Then, as suddenly as he had entered me he left, leaving behind my cunt which continued to thrust itself at the empty air, burning with need." Here Ann began to thrust her crotch against Sue's probing fingers as she continued. "I stuffed my own fingers into my cunt as I watched him lift my mother's legs until her knees where almost beside her ears exposing her hairy intimacies to the both of us, her pussy, red and open from his previous fingering. His cock glistening from my profuse juices slammed deeply into my mother's body, her dryness not the least concern as he used my lubrication and entered her easily. My mom's wail concerned me for a moment before I realized that it was a wail of lust as she accepted her incestuous ravishment. My fingers increased their thrusting as I timed them to the thrusting of my bother's hard cock. My mother's vocal noise of lust inflamed me and I came with her screaming out my own needs as I watched my magnificent mother-fucking brother coat the walls of her grasping cunt with his spew. 

Why I told you this is I now feel that a man who knows how to give his loving mother a good penetrating fuck is sexier than some wimp who can't repay his mother for all the times she had to wash his useless little dick when he was a baby. For that matter, both Jill and I are motherfuckers too. The moment I knew Chris was a motherfucker my pussy juiced and I wanted him badly. I guessed he had seduced you, which just made him sexier in my eyes as he was doing two older women as well as his sister. Then he started to reject me and I got mad." 

Sue laughed at the last comment although it was more a chuckle of sympathy than a laugh. Sue's fingers were still checking out the moisture than seemed to flow continually from Ann's sweet young box. Every once and a while she'd bring them to her lips for tasting and then return for more. Ann's face was taking on a look of lust that told Sue that she now needed more than just words and a few fingers. Ann wanted her clothes off and her body ravaged. Chris stood watching them both, his cock rampant in his pants, obvious in its need. Sue's tits still hung from her blouse the nipples large and swollen the areola crinkled and tight with desire. Yes, they were all ready to move to the next level. 

Across the house Helen had stripped Beth, admiring the beautiful body as she went. She was surprised to find not a hair on Beth's prominent pubes and was about to go to her knees and slide her tongue into the very naked lips of Beth's now swollen sex. It was so shiny with her secretions. Beth had stepped back and asked if she could take a bath because she had been leaking from her sex all-night. Helen assured her that she would love to lick those juices off her thighs and labia, but Beth wanted everything to be perfect the first time. Helen then ran a bath for her and Beth slipped into the warm waters. Her tits bobbing as they floated attracting Helen and she knelt on the floor beside the tub and took a bar of soap and lathered the fleshy orbs, rubbing gently as the nipples rose sending lovely flashes of desire through Beth's loins. 

Beth's eyes closed as she leaned back into the water enjoying Helen's tender ministrations, wisps of steam rising over the surface of the water. Helen then slid an arm deep into the tub under Beth's prominent bottom and lifted allowing Beth to float on the surface with her head resting on one edge. Then Helen began to wash her inner thighs with the same gentleness she had exhibited while washing her boobs. Helen caressed the thighs for a long time showing no interest in the naked pussy above them. Again, wonderful flashes of desire transverse Beth's loins building until she is needful enough to ask, "Helen, please wash my pussy. I need to feel your hand on it."

Beth spreads her legs a little, as Helen complied with her wishes, her soapy hand cleaning the outer surfaces. Helen's mouth is dry with desire as she realizes she is washing a pussy that not even twenty-four hours ago had enjoyed a mother fucking cock. It excited Helen to know that she was playing with a son fucking pussy and finally unable to control herself she plunged two soapy fingers into the soft warmth spreading the succulent naked lips. Although Helen preferred her own and Jill's hairy cunts, this nakedness was novel and strangely arousing, almost like playing with a young child's pubes. Her fingers thrust making the water ripple around Beth's hips. Beth responded by spreading her legs a little wider and arching her back so her cunt was more prominent. 

Finally, Helen stood and began to take off her clothes. Beth's eyes opened when she lost the penetrating fingers and she watched as Helen bared more and more of her body. Suddenly, when naked, Helen stepped into the tub, squatted and dipped her ass and hairy pubes into the soapy bathwater. Quickly she washed her inner thighs and pussy without wetting the rest of her body. Then she stood and helped Beth from the tub holding the warm slippery wet body against her gripping one buttock to maintain her in place. It was then; Helen noticed what a magnificent ass Beth possessed. Firm, rounded, blemish free, it cuddled into her hand as though it belonged, filling her hand with firm feminine flesh. Helen slid her other hand down to grip the other buttock and pulled Beth tighter against her before she slid her hand along the beautiful carved furrow in Beth's ass, making her asshole pucker, until it reached the indentation above the tailbone and ended. Knowing Sue was an ass woman Helen looked forward to when Sue first saw this example of femininity. But now Helen was horny and she knew Beth was too. It was time to taste the juicy fullness of her new lover's labia. They headed for Helen's bed. 

For Peter and Jill it seemed to go a lot easier. As soon as they both knew the other was incestuous, they wanted each other and began kissing. Peter was the first male Jill had kissed other than her brother, but Jill knew what she wanted. She had long since decided she would never give up her brother and though she kissed Peter passionately her tongue often deep in his mouth, when he tried to feel her up she would only let him go only so far before stopping further advances. The kisses became more and more passionate and their breathing heavy. His cock hard in his pants often rubbed against her abdomen and he swore he could feel the heat emanating from between her legs. Finally, she pulled away from him, panting like a bitch in heat, needy, wanting, her panties absolutely no protection as her juices caused small rivulets to run down her legs. He so hard she could see the outline of his prick straining against his pant leg. "Does this mean you want to go out with me?" she asked.      

"Oh God yes," he replied. 

"I won't give up my brother!" she stated flatly, trying to control her breathing.

"I don't expect you too" he replied also panting

I want to fuck your mother, she's beautiful," she demanded.

"We'll do her together," he promised.

"Good," she said and reached around to her back pulling the zipper of her dress down and allowed the bodice of her dress to fall forward. As soon as he saw her heavy breasts spring into view he undid his pants and allowed them to fall to the floor. His shorts soon followed. He stood watching her in socks and shirt, his cock clearly visible under the shirttails. She wiggled her hips easing the dress over them until the dress joined his pants on the floor. She stood waiting for his next move in the gartered stockings her brother had watched her struggle with that afternoon and the miniscule thong that barely cover her snatch. He moved forward and picked her up and with strength he didn't know he had, he held her with one arm while he cleared balls from the table with the other. 




A Woman in Hardware Ch. 15



Setting her on the green felt, her legs hanging over the edge of the table, his hand pulled the gusset of her thong to one side and he rubbed the tip of his aching hard on in the beautiful golden haired lips of her swollen labia. He loved the color of her hairiness remembering before his mother started to shave how her thick black hairy bush hid her cunt from his sight until he spread her. Jill's golden curls only veiled the pink sweetness. He was about to jam his aching hardness into her depths when the scent of her pink folds bedewed in droplets of musky, salty, stickiness assaulted his nostrils assailing him with an overwhelming urge. 

His mouth dropped to the fat sexual lips of her cunt sucking the mucilaginous lubrication from her depths before licking her trembling thighs in search of the ambrosia her body was exuding for and because of him. Her legs spread, her back arched, in an attempt to force more of her pussy into his mouth. Her hands held his head in place sometimes directing him. His tongue probed and prodded seeking droplets of creaminess that he had missed in her folds. As her need for completion grew greater, more salty sweet cream flowed from her body bathing his tongue in an ecstasy of taste. Her strong thighs thrust her snatch upwards into his mouth running her clitoris across his tongue. Suddenly she came quivering from the euphoria that overwhelmed her. Her body was a paroxysm of orgasmic bliss. 

As the spasms of rapture slowly subsided, her body lolled on the table the picture of vulnerability. He stood up preparing to impale her on his sexual shaft. With the loss of his mouth, that had still warmed her soft flesh, her eyes opened and she saw he was preparing to penetrate her as she lay on the table. "No," she moaned quietly, "take me to bed." 

He left her for a moment looking for something to cover her with before he carried her through the house. He returned with an afghan in his hand and she smiled and asked what it was for. He explained that he wanted to cover her and she told him that she wanted him to carry her through the house naked, her sexuality on display, for anyone to see. She knew the only ones likely too were their mothers and she wanted them to see her being carried to her ravishment by her tall dark handsome boyfriend. So instead, he pulled her thong off over her hips and left it lying on the floor with the rest of their clothes. With one hand supporting her by her cunt and the other under her back, he carried her up the stairs to her bedroom. Sadly, she thought no one saw them. 

Just at the time Peter was carrying Jill up the stairs, Sue was undoing Ann's blouse. Although Ann's tits were considerably smaller than Sue's were, her lacy demi bras showed them off to perfection. Round, pretty, and certainly a mouth full Chris couldn't wait to taste them and when Sue undid Ann's bras he stepped forward to do so. Sue squeezed one with her hand so the nipple was hard and full when she fed it to Chris' questing mouth. Ann moaned out her appreciation of Chris' attentions but what was really turning her on was the finger that now was inside her panties slipping into her warm wetness. Suddenly Sue stood up and said, "Alright you two let's stop fooling around. We all know we want to fuck each other so let's get into my bed and get comfortable." 

As Sue lead them to her bedroom she dropped her skirt uncovering her succulent ass. Ann seeing Sue's ass decided it was time to show off her own and dropped her skirt as well. The two ladies matched each other in their state of dress. Thongs, gartered stockings and open blouses with tits bouncing as they walked. Chris followed, his penis erect with arousal, watching the buttocks of the two women sway. He unbuttoned his shirt as he walked exposing a chest broad and muscular, just right for mashing pretty boobs against. Once Sue reached the bedroom, she turned and seeing Ann dressed as she was, she took Ann into her arms for a tongue-filled kiss. 

Their boobs mashed together and nipples began to swell with desire as the kiss continued. Sue slid her hands under the blouse Ann was wearing and down her back feeling the soft texture of her skin as she reached for the swell of her buttocks. This was habitual with Sue, ever since she had first made love to her sister she had loved the feel of a feminine bum in her hands. Chris, knowing his lover's propensities, continued to undress and when naked, lay down on Sue's bed to watch the two ladies make out. While one of Sue's hands gripped the firm roundness of a buttock pulling it slightly to one side, the other trailed up and down the deep cleft between, following the sting of the thong. Brushing her fingers lightly over her anus, Sue sent spasms of pleasure to Ann's brain. 

Ann knew she had a beautiful ass often complimented in the past, sometimes by rather boorish men. She knew she had inherited it from her mom whose ass was even more beautiful than hers was. But she also knew that she was only twenty-one and with maturity, her already magnificent ass would probably be even more lush and full than her mom's. Consequently, she was extremely proud of it and loved having it played with. When Sue asked her to lean over the bed so she could look at the full swell of her buttocks she didn't hesitate. Ann saw where Chris was laying and put her hands on either side of his hips, while keeping her legs straight and slightly apart so her ass was stuck high. This brought her mouth within about six inches of Chris' rampant prick. With a small smirk on her face, she licked her lips wetting them before making sucking motions teasing Chris mercilessly. 

Sue stood beside her waist, with her back to the bed, looking down at the beautiful twin globes now unabashedly displayed for her. With the flat of her hand and her index finger held stiff, Sue rubbed the thin gusset of the thong below Ann's bum, then sliding the hand upwards the index finger pushed the thin material into the split of her sex, before sliding into the crevice. When the index finger's tip reached Ann's anus it began to rub small circles around it bumping over the thin string that held the thong in place. Using both hands Sue changed her tactics and gently rubbed each globe enjoying the tactile sensation of the soft, warm, yet firm feminine flesh. 

Finally, having made herself hot and horny for the ass she was playing with, Sue went behind Ann and facing the bed dropped to her knees. The thong was becoming a major irritant. Sue reached for the waistband with both hands and began to pull it over Ann's hips and the swell of her bum. As the thong came off the gusset remained stuck in the grip of Ann's sex lips where Sue had shoved it with her index finger. When the waistband had almost reached Ann's knees, the gusset pulled away with strings of her mucilaginous preparatory wetness still clinging to the thong. The warm musky scent that wafted into her waiting nostrils, caused Sue's mouth to water in anticipation of the flavorful pussy she was about to enjoy. 

Ann, in turn was feeling Sue's warm breath traversing her wetness causing her pussy to weep even more profusely. With the thong removed Sue gripped both globes with her fingers in the crevice and pulled the fleshy cheeks apart allowing her face to bury itself in pillowy softness. Her mouth took possession of Ann's pussy sucking in the last delicious strand of dangling mucus like a strand of spaghetti, before driving her tongue as deeply as she could. To Sue's shock Ann's pussy was hairless, but when her tongue explored further she found hair above the clitoral hood as her tongue flicked over the clitoris she found. But bringing Ann to orgasm was not yet on Sue's agenda. She wanted to worship the fleshy globular ass. Her nose had noted that Ann smelt clean so her mouth left the succulent pussy and the tongue slid up the crevice until it touched her rosebud. Then Sue wormed her tongue around probing gently, licking, circling, and waiting for the muscular ring to relax and allow her to penetrate. 

Ann loved the attention her ass was receiving. It was obvious that Sue thought highly of what Ann felt was her best asset. When Sue's hands grabbed her by the hips so she could drive her face deeper into Ann's ass clef, her tongue leaving trails of saliva over her cheeks and anus, Ann was so hot her mouth dropped over Chris's stiff hard cock and sucked furiously slobbering gobs of saliva over his prick. Then with one hand, she jacked him, slowing only when he was about to cum so she could prolong both his and her enjoyment. Sue continued worshiping her ass and to Ann's surprise, she could almost cum on that attention alone. Almost, but not quite, and her sexual frustration mounted causing her body to quiver with need, and her legs grow weak with desire. 

Ann could stand it no longer and broke away from Sue's ministrations to climb up on the bed straddling Chris' body then grabbed his dick and impaled her needy cunt on his saliva slick pick. She mashed her aching tits into his chest and started to kiss him hard, while her hips bounced her cunt up and down on his manhood. Sue, horny in her own right, followed the gorgeous ass and once again buried her face in the soft bouncing flesh. Her face riding the frantic gyrations and muscular contortions of the globular mounds, as the cunt beneath them took its pleasure. Soon Ann's need became so frantic that Sue was no longer able to maintain facial contact and sat back on her heels to watch the naked cunt slid up and down on her lover's powerful prick. As Ann's body became wracked by orgasmic spasms, she miscalculated, raising her body too high before slamming down losing Chris's cock as it began to spew in orgasm. Streams of semi-transparent whiteness shot high into the air before falling to spatter over Ann's ass. 

Sue grabbed Chris' cock and tried to shove it back into Ann's humping cunt before giving up and sucking it into her mouth instead, draining it of any remaining cum. By the time she was finished draining her lover Ann's body had relaxed and she lay quietly on top of Chris, breathing heavily from her exertions. Sue loved the look of the beautiful cum covered ass and because she had not yet attained orgasm was still incredibly hot. Sexual urge overwhelmed her and she smeared the cum, that had sprayed over Ann, with her face enjoying the smell and the stickiness as she licked and sucked the twin mounds cleaning them of the errant cum. This time Ann achieved an orgasm as Sue licked, sexually excited by the perverse need Sue demonstrated for her sexy bum. When Sue finally finished Ann rolled over exposing a frontal view of her pussy for the first time. 

The tuft of hair that Sue had felt with her exploring tongue was part of a wedge of long thick pubic hair that covered her pubic bone, but shaved to a point just above her clitoral hood. Along with the line of black hair that extended down from her navel, it formed an arrow that pointed to her clitoris. However, between her legs and around her cunt and anus she was as hairless as a new born. Chris was intrigued. He had never seen the hairless lips of an aroused pussy. All three of the women he loved wore their pubic hair proudly. This was new and different and he liked new and different, just as he liked this woman who had enthusiastically raped him. Well maybe he had been too willing to call it rape, but he sure enjoyed how excited she'd been. Then watching his girlfriend lick his cum from Ann's gorgeous ass had been great. Sue also was happy if not yet content. She'd licked her favorite flavor off a fine young ass and tasted a beautiful young cunt that obviously could make lots of babies for her. 

Ann on the other hand was a little nervous. She really liked the older woman who had ravished her bottom end and wanted her to do it lots more. Ann also had enjoyed taking Chris' fat cock and using it to satisfy herself when Sue had gotten her so horny, but she felt she had let both her partners down. Ann felt she had done nothing for Sue, not understanding how much Sue had enjoyed her cum cover buttocks and she knew, that just at the penultimate moment, she had accidentally ripped Chris' ejaculating cock from her loins, destroying she felt the pleasure for Chris. Ann needn't have worried. 

As soon as Sue saw the look in Ann's eyes, she took her into her arms and cooed softly in her ear, "You have the most wonderful round soft buttocks and I adore the sweet swell of them." 

Then, after looking over to find Chris was not ready to stand up to her needs, she went on to say with a saucy smile, "I'll lick yours if you'll lick mine." Sue then rolled on to her back on the bed and brought her knees up towards her face so she could slip her skimpy panties over her bum and down her legs.

Immediately, when Ann saw Sue's hairy pussy, she slipped the blouse that was still hanging from her shoulders off and turned in the bed. When she was comfortably straddled over Sue's face she reached down and began to undo the garter clips so they wouldn't be in the way. Sue, seeing what Ann was doing, undid her own clips. With the garter straps hanging loosely, Ann lowered her naked pussy lips down to tenderly kiss Sue's mouth, her hose incased legs surrounding Sue's head as she lightly sat on Sue's face. But when Sue immediately drove her tongue into Ann's wet depths, she couldn't help herself and ground her pussy down hard. 

Ann then fell forward, mashing her tits against Sue's belly, as she licked through the hairiness seeking the wet treasure underneath. Unused to the forest protecting Sue's sex she finally used her fingers to comb the hair to one side and then to pull the swollen inner pink flaps apart revealing a small pool of salty, sweet, sexual, nectar which she promptly drained with her proboscis like tongue. When her tongue settled comfortably deep, in Sue's responsive cunt, she gripped each buttock to aid the rhythmic thrusting Sue had imparted to her loins. Ann's tongue occasionally withdrew to slather over Sue's distended throbbing clit, before returning to the cunt, whose walls of mucous membrane sweated droplets of delicious feminine cum onto her penetrating tongue. 

Sue, not to be outdone, had a firm grip on the sexy ass that attracted her so much, spreading the cheeks wide so her tongue could occasionally probe the tight little puckered hole before retuning to Ann's humping cunt to drink the ambrosia that flowed from the now gapping hole. Sue knew she was falling in love with the reactive female whose pussy rose and fell above her. She wasn't sure if she was falling in love with her own ideas or with the sweet young thing herself, or the idea Ann could make babies. But the one thing she was sure of was that it was love. Ann, younger and maybe consequently more foolish knew she was falling in love with the woman whose body withered under hers. She loved the way Sue made love to her bum. She loved the taste of her body, the smell of her juices, the feel of her pussy slithering over her lips, nose and face. The two women were forming a bond that would never be broken. 

Sue, although she didn't know it yet, had achieved her wildest hopes. It could even be said she was even more successful in her own endeavors than her mentor Helen was in hers, and that was saying something. Helen, however if she had know would not have been the least surprised. Helen paid Sue a quarter million dollars a year for a reason. Helen even felt guilty paying her so little, she knew she should have offered Sue a vice-presidency years ago, but found her too valuable in her present position. It was the other half of the reason, the half she hadn't told Sue, as to why she had stood up to the board that day. 

With the amalgamation of the two companies, and with Sue's annual review coming up, she was going to offer Sue a choice, a vice- presidency in Europe or a continuation of her current position with another huge raise. One of the reasons that Helen was so successful is she never did anything without first being almost positive as to what the outcome would be. With Sue in love with her family, she was almost certain she would choose to remain with her. If Helen had know what was going on with Ann the butterflies in her stomach, every time she thought of the offer she was going to make, would have gone away. No amount of money or success would have seduced Sue away from being able to have Chris' babies. 

The two women continued to pleasure themselves beside Chris their bodies moving to the stimulation that each was giving the other. Chris was now very erect watching the two go at each other and one of his hands stroked his cock, not to maintain his hardness because the antics of the woman were sufficient to do that, but just to add to his own pleasure. He was very careful not to excite himself too much. He intended to take his lover Sue, the moment she was through with Ann. Oh, the foolishness of men, when it comes to making love, they actually think they're in charge. Sue felt her loins begin to reach crisis and licked at Ann more furiously slathering Ann's clit with her tongue. Ann responded by grinding her pubes harder against the pleasure giving mouth until her body quivered in passion, and then crashed into orgasm heaving and quaking, releasing more of her wetness onto Sue's tongue. The flow of Ann's nectar was Sue's signal to release into her own orgasm, her body also quivering in passion. 

The women's pussy muffled moans signaled to Chris that his turn was imminent and he got on his knees waiting for Ann to roll off his lover so he could mount her. Chris felt that since he and Ann had already had a nice fuck it was Sue's turn. So when his lover became free he quickly slipped into her before she even had a chance to close her legs. Easily penetrating deeply in the lovely wetness Ann had left behind he began to fuck. Sue's lubricating slime coated his cock with delicious slipperiness as she thrust back, until she stopped suddenly. She had felt Ann's body move as Ann fingered herself furiously between her wide spread legs, making sloppy wet sounds, her palm slapping against her pubic bone.

"Oh don't stop," Ann cried, "I'm almost there and I love watching you fuck." 

"Ann, please stop, I want you to do me a favor," begged Sue. You know how I asked that we develop a ritual for when we decide to make babies?" 

"Yes?" -replied Ann with a questioning tone, her finger slowing. 

"Well I was wondering if you would fuck Chris now." Sue said timidly. "You see I think part of that ritual could be that he gets his cock coated in my slimy greasiness before he slides it into your baby hole. That way I'll feel as though I'm contributing to your reaming allowing his cock to penetrate even deeper and spit his sperm up your cervix." 

"Oh Sue that sounds deliciously nasty, just think we'll have double the sexual mucus for his baby makers to swim in, yours and mine. If that doesn't help the little buggers impregnate me I don't know what will." 

Ann looked to Chris as she brought her knees up opening herself to him while she held out her arms. The small sound of a clearing throat made her look towards Sue again. "I'm sorry to be such a bother," Sue said, "But could you fuck him like you did before, I love watching you muscular bum work."

Ann smiled and got out of bed to make room for Chris. He pulled out of Sue, his dick shiny with her secretions, careful not to wipe his cock on her body or the bedclothes as he rolled over on his back in preparation for his new lover. Ann straddled his body hovering over his rampant pole. Where as the last time she had simply gabbed his dick and shoved it into her body, this time she was far more careful making sure nothing touched the Sue coated cock except her receptive pussy maximizing the amount of pussy slime she was able to shove into her body along with his cock. Ann had loved the taste of Sue's secretions and it made her even hornier, if that were possible, to think they now lined both her throat and cunt. 




A Woman in Hardware Ch. 15



As Ann's ass began the movements of love, Sue cozied up to the copulating bodies, one leg over the back of Ann's thighs so she could rub the wetness of her pussy on Ann's leg. She pressed her breasts hard against their upper bodies and whispered lascivious suggestions in Ann's ear constantly glancing down to watch the bouncing bum enrapture their man's cock. While Ann continued her gyrations, Sue's hand crept down over her ass a finger searching for the little rosebud that attracted her so. When Sue's finger touched her ass hole and began rubbing gently, Ann's ass redoubled its efforts, franticly sliding her cunt up and down Chris' prick. This time it spewed its load deep between Ann's legs as the bouncing cunt spasmed around the spurting cock. Ann had turned her head just as she came kissing Sue with an almost unconscious blind passion before going back to kissing Chris. 

Kissing was going on everywhere in the house. Helen had Beth firmly ensconced in her arms, naked and alluring, as they lay in bed, kissing passionately between stories about fucking their sons. It was highly arousing to titillate themselves with the stories, frankly admitting to each other their incestuous perversions. They freely admitted to each other, they had no intention of ever trying to curtail their degeneracy and began to plan new levels of debauchery now that they would have two sons to play with. Each tried to out do the other in shameless, lecherous ideas as to what to do with their sons and daughters until they became so sexually overwrought they began to touch each other's genitals. 

They rubbed their tits against each other's like a boy scout rubbing sticks to create a fire only their fire was a sexual one and once started built rapidly into a raging inferno that burned hotly in both tits and cunts. The wetness that leaked from their pussies did nothing to put out their passion, but was more like gasoline on flames. Helen began to massage Beth's pubes with the flat of her hand infusing Beth's fat, swollen, naked labia with both moisture and a sexual tingle that imbued her whole being with sexual wantonness. Pressing her pussy hard against Helen's stimulation, Beth returned the favor making sure one finger of her flattened hand was sliding through Helen's inner floppy labia forcing her genitalia to swell and flower grossly begging for more.

In this way, Helen's sexual fluids spread through her thick pubic hair moistening her entire mons pubis sending the arousing scent of a heated woman to Beth's nostrils. Helen's cunt guts hung from between her fat outer labia begging for more stimuli and Beth finally went down on her, her mouth sucking in the dangling swollen red flesh. Her head imparted a fucking movement to her mouth as she treated Helen's distended inner labia like a small cock. Beth loved the taste and feel, but it was the thought of this swollen flesh warped around its own son's prick that heightened her libido the most. While she lay on her stomach, Beth slipped a hand under herself, continuing to suckle Helen as she lifted her hips and mounted her own stiffened finger.

Helen didn't want to cum before she had tasted Beth's son fucked pussy. She had convinced herself that a pussy that had been infused with a son's spunk would taste much better than an ordinary everyday pussy. She wanted to lick this mother pussy her libido strengthened by the very thought that Beth's daughter had done the same thing before her. Helen groaned out her desire and Beth, almost hysterical with need, turned in the bed so fast that the centrifugal force caused droplets of finger induced fuck juice to spew from her cunt. 

Her mouth reattached to Helen's cunt guts that she had sucked even further from between the fat succulent labia stimulating them to new heights of desire. Her pussy dripped salty sweetness on to Helen's lips as her hairless pussy lips gapped in anticipation of Helen's tongue's penetration. When the tongue filled kiss of her naked exuding pussy came, Beth almost fainted in ecstasy as her body immediately reacted to the touch of Helen's mouth. Convulsing into spasmodic jerks of her body, as orgasmic bliss overcame her; she drank without thinking, the spew of feminine cum that sprayed from Helen's body into her sucking mouth permanently bonding her to the hot sexual woman writhing beneath her. Beth so exhausted by the multi-orgasmic convulsions she had enjoyed fell asleep on top of Helen her face falling between Helen's legs. The strong smell of Helen's pussy gave her sweet dreams. Helen, realizing what had happened and enjoying the warmth of her new lover's body fell asleep herself, her nostrils filled with the musky aroma wafting from the lovely split between Beth's legs. 

Down the hall, Jill had lost count as to how many orgasms she had at the hands of her newfound lover. With hand, cock, or tongue, Peter kept ravishing her receptive body, sucking on her breasts, probing her vagina or penetrating her anus. Her body shook with exhaustion, but her libido demanded more. Jill wanted his cock in her again. It was like she had become addicted to his hard shaft the more she got the more she wanted. It now hurt when his cock entered her, but it was a nice hurt that helped bring her to orgasm. She eyed the size of him as once again he approached her stiff and ready. He wasn't as big as her brother but he sure was talented. Maybe she was prejudice because she knew she was starting to fall for him and judging by his performance, he for her. 

Jill groaned in both pain and enjoyment as she felt him slide into her mucus membranes stimulating them once more to produce copious amounts of slippery slime to ease his passage deep into her body. Her kisses rained over his handsome face as the tentacles of orgasm tightened in her abdomen binging her closer and closer to orgasm. He could still taste his cum in her mouth as she kissed him excited by the remembrance of how wonderful it was when she sucked him hard again, licking away the residue of the previous fuck. Fire burned in the tips of her tits, her hands pulled on his buttocks forcing his prick deeper as her pussy erupted with volcanic like intensity almost sucking what little semen he had left from his rapidly deflating penis. Jill knew she would not be able to accept his cock again. Her pussy, covered in friction burns from the many hammerings she had taken stung with each of his powerful thrusts. Although still horny, she knew it would be unfair to suck his cock to hardness again if she would be unable to fuck him. 

Jill lay there not understanding why she remained so horny, watching the room brighten as the sun rose in the morning sky. She wondered if her mom was awake yet and with that thought, she realized that her mom always kissed her better. Besides, she wanted to show off and show her mom just how well she'd been fucked. Peter was half-asleep when Jill rolled over and thoroughly kissed him telling him she would be back in a little while. She had drained him so much physically and emotionally that he drifted off as she left her room and went down the hallway. Jill wanted to snuggle up to her mom's warm soft body and tell her how much she enjoyed Peter's attentions. When she walked into her mom's bedroom she discovered, not one but two bodies in her mom's bed. One lying on top of the other. 

She couldn't make out who was who, only that the one on top wasn't her mother because her hair was black. She stood by the edge of the bed now recognizing it was her mother on the bottom. But who was the woman whose legs surrounded her mother's face. Well, she thought it could only be one of two. She leaned over the bed and kissed the neck of the black haired woman who had her face buried in her mother's crotch. Beth awoke and turned her head to see who had awakened her. Realizing it was her lover's daughter she turned back, gave the pussy beneath her a tender, gentle kiss and then carefully eased her body off Helen's trying not to wake her.

"Honey are you o.k. with the fact that I made love to your mom?" asked Beth. 

"Only if you don't mind if I spent all last night until a few moments ago making love to your son," smiled Jill. "And I strongly suspect that your daughter is making love to my brother."

They both quietly started to chuckle over the irony of the situation until Beth asked, "What brings you here?"

"I don't know if you want to hear this, but your son fucked me so many times my pussy is sore from friction burns," replied Jill. "I came in here to get my mommy to kiss it better."

"Oh honey, I'm a mommy too you know. And as a mommy, I suspect not only did you want your pussy kissed better, but also you wanted to show off. As Peter's mom I'm very proud of him." Beth went on to say, "But I also want to help my new lover's daughter. Would you let me kiss that beautiful blonde pussy better?"

Jill had forgotten she was standing there nude conversing with her newfound lover's mother. Bur always game for something new she replied, "You know that my cunt is full of your son's sperm, I think he dumped at least five loads into me."

"That sounds so delicious," replied Beth. "I'll enjoy it as I kiss your pussy better. Maybe his semen tastes better in your pussy than in my daughter's." 

The reminder that his mother had often tasted her sons ejaculate excited Jill and she was certainly willing to allow Beth to sample the creamy filling in her snatch. Besides a soft tongue wouldn't sting nearly as much as a hard stiff cock. With the thought of another orgasm, she was soon on the bed spread-eagled for the impetuous mom. Beth, ever the doctor, knelt between Jill's legs examining her pussy.

"Oh honey, just look at that poor pussy it's all red and raw," sympathized Beth. "How could you let that bully of a son of mine do that to you?" Jill's well screwed inner labia hung out just like her mother's attracting Beth to Helen's daughters twat almost as much as the thought of her son's leavings that nestled in her sweet hole. 

"Well it wasn't all his fault," Jill admitted with some embarrassment, "I kept tasting his cock and getting it all hard so he would do me again." 

Beth leaned forward and tenderly kissed the sexually abused red lips that dangled in front of her. Jill's pussy's aroma enveloped and impassioned Peter's mom and she allowed herself to lay on her belly with her face tight against the aromatic slit that oozed a translucent white slime. Just as she had done with Jill's mother she sucked the dangling labia into her mouth only this time sort of chewed on the soft slimy flesh with her tongue and lips tasting her son's ejaculate as she elicited moans of passion from her son's lover. As Jill's arousal grew, much like her mother, her need to taste the twat that had berthed her lover became irresistible. Besides it has been obvious that her mother had enjoyed licking it the previous evening and anything her mother liked she'd like too. 

Jill removed the hands that had held Beth's head tight and squirmed away from the leech like mouth, turned in the bed and rolled Beth over giving herself access to the hairless pussy. As she centered her hairy pussy above Beth's mouth, she buried her face between the soft thighs protecting the bald pussy, pushing them to each side. She took a deep breath taking in the wonderful fragrance emanating from her target. She sighed, and decided that mommy cunts smelt the best in the world. Then she split the aroused labia with her tongue and realized that they tasted good too. Jill's bottom dropped her pussy back onto Beth's waiting mouth. The moment Beth's tongue penetrated her, since she was now on top, gravity worked it magic and a rush of creamy cum gushed from her pussy flooding the sucking mouth with gooey goodness. 

All of Jill's bouncing around in the bed had awoken Helen just in time to watch her daughter's golden haired pussy spill its contents into the dark haired woman's mouth. Because Beth wasn't expecting this sudden flood some spilled onto her lips and chin. Jill felt her mother move as Helen got on her knees beside them. Then Jill felt her mom's forehead on the top on her thigh just below her ass cheek and her chin digging into the inner flesh of her other thigh, just below her pussy, forcing her legs further apart. Her mother's cheek rubbed against her aroused labia and Jill with dawning comprehension realized her mother was kissing Beth. 

"Mother! Beth and I were busy," exclaimed Jill in exasperation. 

But Helen continued to rub her cheek against Jill's extremely sensitive pudendal display adding to her already agitated state as she searched Beth's mouth for more of the tasty contents of her daughter's pussy. Satisfied that she had found all she could she moved up Jill's body and while Jill was still licking Beth's very responsive pussy, whispered in her ear that she wanted to be kissed. Jill ignored her already annoyed that she had interrupted her pussy's licking, and now she was trying to interrupt her pussy licking. But her mother was insistent, and finally with a heavy sigh of exasperation she lifted her head from the nest she had made for it in Beth's thighs. 

She turned her head so her mother could kiss her, intending the kiss to be brief. But when she tasted her mom's lips, she realized they were coated with a mix of her own and Beth's son's cum and enlarged the kiss drawing her mom's tongue into her mouth to access all the flavor. It was Beth's turn to be annoyed. Maybe annoyed was to strong a word. She had loved the mouth-searching kiss but she felt her pussy needed a good cum and Helen had interrupted the pleasant need that had been growing in her uterus partly due to that kiss. As a guest, she felt she should be polite. 

"Helen dear, could you please let Jill finish me? You see I was but moments away and now I feel so needy," said Beth politely, having to take her tongue out of Jill's warm wetness so she could speak.

"Oh Beth I'm so sorry," Helen apologized. "I wanted Jill to taste your son's tasty cum in my mouth and I just didn't think." Then with a sudden worrisome thought she asked, "It is Peter's isn't it?" Both women assured her it was. 

With the return of Jill's mouth and certainly mollified by Helen's motivation, Beth returned to the pretty blonde pussy. Helen sat back watching the two pleasure each other, both bodies highly responsive to the other's manipulations. Beth was enjoying herself so much that she brought her legs up to give Jill more access. Jill immediately hooked the back of Beth's thighs under her armpits and then grabbed her by both buttocks pulling Beth apart for greater freedom to lick over the bald puffiness of her labia.

Both women through manipulation, gyrations, and humping tried to get the other's tongue deeper, until Helen could tell by the wriggling and moans of pleasure, that, that which they were vigorously seeking was almost upon them. Suddenly Jill's legs stiffened behind Beth's head and tremors of impassioned lust pervaded her body with the quakes of pending climatic gratification. Her tongue thrust deeply into Beth's drenched twat drinking the flow of cum as Beth's legs jerked spasmodically against her armpits with each new spasm of orgasmic delight.

Helen wanted to suck on her daughter's pussy too, but when she saw how red and sore it looked she decided not too. Jill caught her looking, and with wanton disregard to modesty, spread her pussy lips wide and showed her mom her sore gash. "Oh mommy he fucked me so good. Look at what he did to me," almost shoving her pussy against her mom's face in her anxiety to show her mom how well she had taken her reaming. Beth finally caught on to the fact that Jill always called her mom, mommy when she was feeling sexy, but mom or Helen when not. 

Helen noticed how light it was getting outside and glanced at her watch. She looked over at Jill and said, "Come on, lets get ready," as she crawled out of bed.

"Oh mom, do we have too?" Jill almost whined as she got out of bed and joined her mother knowing that there was no getting out of it. She waited while Helen took two funny looking apparatus out of her closet. They were two strips of canvas about fourteen inches long and three wide. Attached to each end was a portion of a man's belt. Jill turned her back to her mom and Helen placed the canvas over her abundant breasts and cinched the belt tight flattening the feminine flesh hard against her chest. Then Jill taking the other one from her mom's hand did the same for her mom.

"You know we do dear, after all she let us get away with not doing any yesterday, so you know there not a chance at skipping it today," Helen replied to her daughter's question. 

"Yes but I was fucking all last night, surely that counts for something," cajoled Jill.

"You know what she says dear." 

In a singsong parroting voice Jill replied, "You can't fuck your way to fitness, but if you're fit, you sure can fuck." 

"That's right! And as an added benefit you look good enough to fuck too," Sue announced entering the room closely followed by Ann who to Beth's surprise had a silk scarf wrapped tightly around her chest. Sue charms were tightly strapped in just like Helen's and Jill's but she was so big that her flesh squeezed out from under and over the garment. 

Turning to Beth Sue told her, "Ann has consented to join us today and I was wondering whether you would like to join us too. We normally dress just the way we are but if you'd like to put on some panties we won't mind" With out waiting for Beth's consent Sue reached into one of Helen's draws and pulled out a colorful silk scarf with which she bound Beth's tits tightly to her chest. Beth understood quickly, as her daughter had before her that if she was to be a member of this family, exercise was mandatory. 

Beth smiled to herself thinking that Sue didn't know just how much she and Ann exercised together, but she was wrong. Sue was a long time exerciser and a bum woman, when she had first seen the two magnificently curved and toned asses she had immediately not only lusted for them, but also recognized two fellow exercisers. Nobody could have rear ends like that without exercise. Helen asked where Chris was, to be told that he was fast asleep, or as Sue put it fucked into unconsciousness and gave Helen a salacious wink. Upon finding out that Peter had been similarly treated, the five women filed down the stairs to the basement where Helen, at Sue insistence, had set up a well-equipped exercise room. 

Sue handed a skipping rope to each of the woman believing that warming up with one was the best way to start. Beth now saw the importance of strapping breasts tight. She knew if she had tried to skip naked her breasts would have flopped, slapped, and swayed painfully over her chest, this way she would be in relative comfortable as she worked up a sweat. As the women slowly speed up the skipping, their bodies began to glow, a silly euphemism, for the sweat that oozed from their pores, and coated their bodies with a slick sheen. Pussies that had worked hard all night, were now squeezed and rubbed by bouncing thighs, causing them to give off, in Sue's opinion, a wonderful musky stink. 

Such an aphrodisiac, directly affected Sue's brain, as she watched Beth's ass bounce and jiggle to the exercise. Sue could see small droplets of perspiration running down the well-defined crease that separated the sexy swell of each buttock. Her imagination saw her face buried in the succulent sweatiness, her tongue sliding over each slippery globe testing the soft fleshy firmness, before her hands with a tight grip that whitened the skin pulled Beth apart allowing her tongue to tickle the puckered treasure that lay between. And finally, the best of all, the sexy bald swollen pudenda feeding Beth's salty mucosal fluids to Sue's stabbing tongue. 

"What do you think we should do now," asked Helen noticing that Sue's mind had drifted off.