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Mother is Debauched Ch. 01

By: Singularly66



My name is Kay. I am a single divorced mother, 44 years old, who lives with her son in a two-bedroom garden apartment a small city in Pennsylvania. My husband flew the coop about three years ago. I work at a Real Estate Office, so I am making decent money with the real estate booming in the last few years. I am petite, about five ft. two, with short blond hair. I think I have a decent 120 lb body with pert breasts. I jog and work out to keep in shape. I have an occasional date, but many of the men I meet are married and want to have an affair or the single ones are scared off by the responsibility of raising an eighteen year old boy. So my social life is nil. The story of my debauchery begins a few months ago when I was experiencing an unusual parental problem. 

My son Bob was coming home after school, slamming the door and staying in his room. I tried to talk with him, but he just muttered. Even his appetite was poor. Usually, he was more cooperative and outgoing; so I am worried. Finally, I called Beth, who has a son, Charlie, in Bob's senior class. Beth lived in a rental house, about a mile from my apartment, and has been a good friend since my divorce. A few years earlier, she had to kick out her husband for cheating on her. Beth tells me not to worry; she will get the scoop from Charlie. 

The next day, she called. "The boys in school are teasing Bob because his penis is small, as they discovered in the restroom." I am flabbergasted at this news. I really don't know what do. This is the one time when having a male around would help. Beth listened quietly for a few minutes and said that she may be able to help. She will get back to me. 

A couple of hours later, she called and asked me to come on over to talk in private. After a five-minute walk, I rang her doorbell. Beth invited me in and we sat down for some coffee. She asked me if I would swear what she is going to tell me remains between us. I agreed. 

In breathless tones, Beth told me "that a few years ago, two divorced women with teen-aged boys were concerned that their sons were going to get into trouble. They were dating girls who were sexually active. And they were worried that like so many boys, sex would lead to pregnancy, early marriage and ruined lives. They wanted their sons to have a chance at college or technical schools, to make a better life. So they had a creative idea. There would form a secret club with several other divorced women with similar problems and together, they would provide a sexual outlet to their respective sons. And the beauty was that many of the mothers would have some well-deserved affection from sources not usually available to them and reduce pressures on them to marry another jerk." 

"The Club developed a set of rules: Minimum age for the boy is eighteen. Only mothers with boys would be eligible. And the eligibility would cease when the boy left home. One of the moms would maintain the only membership list to preserve privacy. To further preserve privacy, moms and sons would wear masks when they had sexual liaisons. Sex would be restricted to a controlled environment in a member's house on pre-selected evenings. No moms could have sex with their own sons. And no S & M was allowed. Moms and sons would have to be tested for STD. Moms would have to sign a paper that they were knowingly enrolled their sons. Moms also would have to make a commitment to keep physically fit. And the boys would have to commit to passing grades and good behavior in school, or they would be dismissed from the club. And most important, no one could tell anybody about the club without the approval of the two Club Founders, who had to approve new members. If someone broke the rules, they would immediately be expelled." 

Beth took a deep breath and continued. "One of the founding mothers had a big house on a quiet rural road, left to her by her rich ex-husband. It had five bedrooms. It served as the house in which the liaisons occurred. Every Friday and Saturday nights, members would gather based on a pre-determined schedule. There were two groups of moms and sons, team A and team B. Moms were not on the same team as their sons. If a mom had her period or was sick, she would have to provide advance notice. Another mom would have to substitute on the team. As time went on, mothers, whose sons had graduated from the club, served as volunteer substitutes. The club started with four members and eventually grew to eight and stayed at that level. One Mom had just graduated so there was a vacancy." 

Beth's voice took on a conspiratorial tone. She had gotten approval from one of the Founders to ask me to join and enroll Bob. I am completely stunned by the story. But I couldn't help but be intrigued. 

"I assume you and Charlie are members." 

"Yes, we are, and it is the best thing I have ever done for my son. Charlie has matured by the experience and knows that he has to tow the line in school and with teenaged pussy or he is out. And frankly, I have had a terrific time. My sex life is the best that I have ever had, and when I do go on a date, I am in control for the first time in my life. If I do have sex outside the club, I make sure it is safe sex, because I could hardly stand the thought of Charlie being expelled. 

"How do you keep it secret from Charlie?"

"I drop him off in front of the house and then leave. We organize it so most of the time; each of us participates on separate nights. But on rare occasions I might have to participate on the same night as Charlie. I park down the block and go in the back door and don my mask."

I wonder out loud. "How I would know if Bob is having a good experience?" 

"One of the bedrooms has a video tape machine, which the boys do not know. Boys are rotated through that room and the tapes are provided to the mothers for their viewing. Then they are destroyed. This also keeps participating moms from going astray with weird sexual practices, as they don't know when the tape machine is on. There is one other thing that you should know; the members have accorded special privileges to the two Founder Moms. They get the first opportunity to initiate new members. And the two founders can remain active, even though their sons have become nineteen."

I thanked Beth for the information and told her I had a lot to think about. 

That night I am laying in bed, mulling over Beth's invitation. At first, I was repulsed. But on reflection, it could be the answer to Bob's problems. And the club presented a lot of positives. The more I thought about it, the more it stroked my senses and I began to fantasize. I pictured images of young naked men and mature women caressing and massaging each other. My own love juices began to flow and I found my panties becoming wet. My body shuddered from the touch of my right index finger stroking my moist clitoris. I used two fingers from my left hand to frig vigorously inside my vagina as my body began to heave. Since my ex left, I haven't been shy about masturbating but the eroticism of the images of naked young men and older women in my mind heightened my sensations, reinforcing my vivid imagination. 

I reached in the drawer and extracted my large dildo, with the bulbous penis head. I rubbed it along the edge of my labia to get moisture and soon I began pumping it in out of my grasping vaginal canal. Simultaneously, I squeezed my breasts together as my body began tensing. I knew I was going to climax and it was going to be huge. I tried slowing down to preserve the warm sensations; but I couldn't hold out for very long. My lungs were gasping for air. Involuntarily, I yelled as major league orgasms erupted. Love nectars flowed profusely from my vagina. Three huge spasms caused my body to lurch upward, off the bed. Then I sank backward, glowing in the afterglow of uninhibited pleasure. 

As I laid my sweaty head back on the pillow, the huge orgasmic explosion probably affected my judgment. Right or wrong, I come to a decision to try the club. I rationalized that I could always withdraw, if it didn't work out. 

The next morning I called Beth and asked her what the next steps would be. She said one of the Founder Moms would be in touch. Her name was Shelia.

That evening Shelia called. She asked if I understood the rules of the Club, as she repeated what Beth had told me. She sounded very friendly and upbeat, and she told me that so far not one of the boys had been expelled or dropped out, because they worked on academics to stay in the program. At that point I wanted desperately to hear news that confirmed I was doing the right thing. She gave it to me. 

She asked for a few details about Bob's lifestyle, and requested that I bring Bob to her house tomorrow afternoon after school. She knew about his problems from Beth. She said that Moms usually found it easier for her to tell their sons about the Club in private. I could wait in another room. 

Shelia answered the door when Bob and I arrived promptly at 4 pm. She was about 45, attractive with gray streaks in her black hair. I couldn't help but notice that she was very trim and had a nice bust, which showed prominently in a tight fitting sweater. She had a friendly smile and after a few pleasantries, asked Bob to come with her into her home office, to meet privately. After about 30 minutes, she reappeared with Bob in tow. He had a dazed expression on his face as he looked down at his shoes. 

Then Shelia asked me to come to her office, while Bob waited.

Shelia was very positive in her tone. "After an initial reaction of disbelief, Bob thought the Club was something he was willing to try. I believe he and you will be really good members." She gave me an enrollment paper to fill out with the club rules on the bottom. It also asked for my measurements. In a bit of a daze, I wrote them down and signed. She suggested that I not talk about the Club with Bob between now and Friday, the first meeting night, as that might enhance his concerns. 

"I told Bob he was assigned to Team 1; you are assigned to Team 2, which meets on Saturday. Bob needs to come promptly at 7:30 PM on Friday. If there is another car in the driveway, you should wait until it leaves before dropping him off. You will receive a call on my cell phone when to pick him up. It would likely be between 9:30 and 10 pm."

Sheila continued. "On Saturday, you should show up about 7:45 pm, drive to the rear of the house, park in the driveway, and enter through the back door. On Monday, I could come to her house at 10:00 AM to see the video tape." 

As we were driving home, I frequently glanced at Bob's face to ascertain Bob's mood. He seemed to be struggling with his emotions. As Shelia suggested, however, I was silent. On Friday morning, I reminded Bob to be home promptly, so we could have an early dinner. He nodded. 

On the way to Shelia's house, he seemed a bit uptight. No one was in the driveway, so I pulled up and left him off. At about 9, I received a phone call to pick him up at 9:30 pm. On our drive home, he was lost in reverie. I noticed that his facial muscles were relaxed and he seemed tired. After some TV and a snack, he headed for bed. He gave me a tight hug and said, "I love you mom," which was unusual for him. I took it for a vote of gratitude.

After dinner the next night, I tell Bob, "I am going out with a few friends, don't expect me home early." 

I arrive promptly at the house at 7:45 pm. There are two cars parked in the driveway as I entered the house. Shelia greets me fondly with a big hug. She shows me some masks on the table for my selection and guides me to one of the bedrooms. She points to a silky nightgown and the lacy underwear lying on the bed. She talks to me as I change. "Since this is your first time at the Club, I have chosen one of the older boys to be your partner. He has been in the Club for two years and knows how to give pleasure as well as receive. The younger ones had to be guided a bit, but they caught on quickly."

She tells me. "That no matter what we do together, all the boys like oral sex and that should be part of scene."

Then she leaves and soon there is a knock on the door. In walks this six-foot tall boy with a great set of abs. He wears a robe, but his penis is noticeably erect, pushing the robe forward. He seemed to be well hung. I would guess about eight inches and his circumference was considerable. I couldn't remember any date that was that well hung, including my ex-husband, who was six inches at most. He glances at my body and my 34B bosom, which was still firm and perky. I am glad that I had kept myself in good shape, as this evening would certainly test my mettle. Though I enjoy my dildo, I prefer direct action. 

Our masks inhibit eye contact, but also, seemed to release any inhibitions that I would have felt. I feel free to explore as I lay back on the bed and reached out my hand, motioning him to join me. He caresses my breasts and moves his hand down my stomach to the number one erogenous zone. I still have on my lace panties, so I could feel his hand only indirectly.

I think to myself that it is better for me to take him off first, to relieve the incipient pressure of his youth-driven testosterone to prolong our overall enjoyment. I know that young studs could have multiple ejaculations. 

"Do you like to be sucked" I cooed. "You bet," he responds. 

I begin licking his swollen testicles. It is clear, he is ready to cumm, but I try to prolong the pleasure by licking his penis, rather than sucking. I hear him gasp for breath, as my tongue goes around his penis head and around his massive cock. When I think he can't hold out any longer, I put his throbbing penis in my mouth and use my upper mouth and lips as pressure points. I cup my hands over his testicles to provide warmth as I suck him with an upward motion. 

OOOOOOHH, he cries out. Oh, Yessssss!!!!!! As he presses forward from his hips and he ejaculates his jism into my waiting mouth. I almost gag, as the considerable liquid hits the back of my mouth. It's so much that I have to remove my mouth before he is finished, so I jack him with my hand for the final spurt. I run to the bathroom to spit out the salty residue and bring back a warm wet washcloth to clean the stickiness from his flaccid penis. 

I wasn't sure I should ask him his name. But he says it is okay. His name was Cleve. 

"Cleve, would you like to give me some pleasure." "Sure, what would like to do?" he said, with a huskiness in his voice. 

"My pussy is wet and could use a good sucking. And then I would like you to penetrate that huge penis of yours into me. I haven't had a good fucking for a long time." 

I pull my lace panties down, and he leans his head and warm smooth body against me and begins licking like a real pro. He obviously has the experience that Shelia mentioned. His tongue darts in and around my clitoris as I begin to feel the heat of passion rising slowly but surely. "Ummmmm, that's great. You really are good with your tongue. Stick your finger in my vagina and rub around till you find a little rough area on the upper part behind my bone. That is a special spot. Rub it gently." 

He finds my G-Spot and I was off to the moon. Good boy that he was; he keeps sucking while he is fingering me. Then, I tell him to just concentrate on sucking and licking. After a few more minutes of pure pleasure, my body starts to convulse as an intense climax hits me. I feel that I ejaculated, almost peeing, which I rarely did. His whole face was wet with my nectar. 

"Stop sucking me," I cry out as he over stimulates my sensitive, vibrating clitoris.

After I catch my breath, I note that his penis was again in full erection. Someone told me that women hit their peak sexuality between 35 and 45, while men are declining after 25. The difference in Cleve and my ages makes for perfect sexual harmony. 

I now had a daring thought. Since Cleve was much taller than me, either I could straddle him or better yet, he could kneel on the bed and I could put my legs against his shoulders. I bet none of the other moms had done that to him. This way I could get maximum vaginal tightness and when he leaned forward, his pubic hair would rub against my clitoris. I did this once with my ex-husband and I had maximum clitoral and vaginal pleasure. However, it was a real strain on him and he almost folded away when he ejaculated. So we never did it again. I explain the choices to Cleve. He was up to it. 

He put his penis into me and completely fills my tight pussy with his length and girth. I have second thoughts but what the hell. I raise my legs up, which tightened my vaginal wall around his penis. Fortunately, I was well lubricated, but I told him to slowly move in and out, because I didn't want to tear. Eventually, we got into a slow moving rhythm, as I relax. He had great control and my vagina starts to pulsate with pleasure. 

After a few minutes, I tell him to stop because I am not able to move my body enough to begin inevitable climb toward a climax. I filed this technique away for someone with a smaller penis. Instead, I went into the doggy position, and directed him come into me from behind. This was perfect as he fills me up and can pump in and out at will. It doesn't take long for him to ejaculate into me, as he collapses forward. My vaginal wall begins twitching with the moisture from his sperm and the final thrusts of his penis, and I have a vaginal climax, with multiple orgasmic contractions. 

I was all sexed out. I glance at my watch on the table and was surprised to see that it was after nine. Time flies when you're having fun. I didn't think Cleve was ready to stop, but I need to moderate our time together. I give him a few kisses and tell him that he is a great lover and that I look forward to seeing him again. He got his robe on and left, while I buzzed Shelia, as she had asked. I shower and dress in my regular clothes, make the bed, and neatly fold the nightwear on the dresser. A few moments later, Shelia knocks on the door and escorts me out. I remind her that I will see her Monday before work to view Bob's tape. She nods 

Monday morning, I knocked on Shelia's door at the appointed time. She lets me in and after a few pleasantries, and questions me regarding my experiences. I gave her a quick overview and tell her that I was well satisfied and hoped the boy was as well. She says that Cleve was impressed, which I assume is a compliment. We go to the TV room, and Shelia draws the curtains and shuts off the lights. She turns on the VCR and sits down near me on the couch. She explains that when each boy comes into the house, they are escorted into a room where they can relax and enjoy a few snacks, while they wait. One by one, they are called into a room where they undress and put on their mask. Since Bob is a new member, one of the Founding Moms tells him what to expect during the evening after the others boys have left. He is not asked to undress at this time. The second Founding Mom serves as the "sex teacher" for the new initiate, including the removal of his clothes, and that is what is on the tape. The tape begins to roll. 

I see Bob coming into the room, being greeted by Shelia. Shelia has a robe wrapped tightly around her. Shelia is talking to Bob, and then begins to undress him. He lets her do it and actually helps her when she has a hard time unbuttoning his pants. Soon he is naked except for his underpants. Shelia is talking again and then takes his hand and rubs it against her thigh and then puts it inside her robe against her breast. Bob looks completely focused. Shelia takes off his underpants and says something to him. Shelia verbalizes to me that she tried at this stage to put him at ease and compliment him on the wonderful shape of his erection. 

My eyes are glued to screen. Yes, Bob's penis is on the small side, but it is wide in girth and could eventually sprout if he hits a late growth spurt, since my ex had six inches. Shelia is laying back on the bed now as she opens her robe to reveal her full body. She is not too bad. Her breasts are fulsome and while she is bit pudgy, she is in pretty good shape. She has a large oval aureole with nicely sized nipples that quickly harden when stimulated. Obviously, she is quite experienced with shy youngsters. She takes his penis and rubs it between her breasts which she squeezes together and gives him a titty fuck. Bob has hard rocks by this time. Then she takes his hand and moves it first to her breasts which he gently kneads and caresses. Her hand is gently cupping his testicles as she strokes them until pre cum is flowing profusely, careful not to play with his penis which would probably cause a premature climax. His testicles rise back into the scrotum until they are completely tense and his penis is a maximum length. Then she moves his hand to her vulva. 


Mother is Debauched Ch. 01



While I am engrossed in watching the video tape, Sheila tells me that she is explaining women's erogenous zones to him and while he might not get it fully at this stage, he was a good pupil. She knows that Bob is now hyper with sexual tension that he has never experienced before. First she takes his penis in her hand, opens her legs and guides his penis toward her vaginal opening. First she rubs the penis head around her labia and clitoris using her flowing moisture, obviously stimulating to both of them. Then, she guides him inside of her with her legs inside of his. This way she can give the wide girth but small length penis lots of good friction, using her constricted vaginal walls. He lays on top her and begins fucking, gradually increasing his stroking motion. 

Though the camera is about 10 feet away from the scene, you can see Bob's rectal muscles tense after a few minutes stroking, ejaculating his sperm into the first woman he has had. I believe that Shelia is overcome with this virginal experience and I can see her head toss wildly from side to side as she hugs Bob tightly. Her body is shuddering, as he falls on top of her. She keeps him inside while she catches her breath and takes his hands to play with her breasts and nipples. He doesn't need much encouragement. This goes on for quite some time until according to her story, the earth shakes for her with a crackling orgasm. She tells me that his wide girth, almost five inches, provides plenty of pleasure inside her. 

With a series of contracting quivers within her pussy, the miracle of youth occurs; his penis begins to expand and rise again. I know because Shelia lets him out of her vagina, and his penis is completely erect. Shelia caresses him with one hand masturbating his penis and the other cupping his hot testicles until he is ready to come again. Shelia takes his swollen member in her mouth and sucks him until his body starts bouncing and suddenly he ejaculates a second time. In contrast to my experience with Cleve, she swallows all his cumm. And her broad smile indicates that she thoroughly enjoyed the taste. Bob looks a bit shocked initially. Shelia pressed her warm naked body and her prominent breasts against his smooth skin, and he got that "WOW" look that I have seen before when was particularly pleased. The tape ends.

"Well, what do you think?" "Shelia, I think you were very sensitive to his needs." 

"Then you will stay in the Club." 

Even the tiny suggestion that I might leave shocks me. "Absolutely!" 

"The other founding Mom will be with Bob next Friday," Shelia asserts. "She is the only other person who knows about the teasing he has been experiencing. She is equally experienced and understanding and will guide Bob to a more advanced level, including how to pleasure a woman's clitoris and her G-Spot. She and I will discuss whether he is ready for our other mothers after that. If you want to see Bob's next tape, let me know." 

As I leave the house, I feel like a voyeur watching a forbidden experience from a distance. My motherly and erotic feelings were mixed together in a cauldron of swirling emotions. I had to get home to sort these feelings. The cool air hit my body as I was walking to the car and I could feel my pants were moist with moisture. Further, a shocking thought crossed my oversexed mind—what would my son's jism taste like—could I swallow it like Shelia did? What kind of debauched woman and mother was I becoming? 



Mother is Debauched Ch. 02



Prologue

At my friend's encouragement, I enrolled my son in a sex club to help him overcome sexual teasing by his friends. As a condition of enrollment, I had to participate in the love making with other boys. After my initial experiences, I am having second thoughts. 

Later in the day after I saw the videotape of my son having sex with one of the mothers, my friend Beth calls. She asks me if everything is OK. I told her that my emotions were in turmoil and that we need to talk. We agree to meet at her place the next evening after dinner. Charlie will come over and do his homework with Bob at my apartment so Beth and I can speak freely. 

Beth poured some coffee for both of us. As we sipped the brew, she asks me what is wrong. My body language must be strong. I pour out my feelings about seeing my son have sex with an older woman as well as my strong emotional reaction to engaging in a bout of teenager sexuality, myself. "I haven't slept well since the weekend, and it is hard for me to concentrate at work. I keep replaying the vivid sex scenes in my mind."

Beth asks me if I am having second thoughts about the Club. "Though I am wondering a bit about the roles of the Founding Moms, I think that generally speaking, it is good for Bob. I am not so sure about the state of my future mental health."

Beth asks me to explain. "I am having loss of possession problems, giving up Bob to someone else who is not his wife."

Beth looks me in the eye. "Are you sure it's not something deeper, more sexual." I must appear confused, because Beth points her finger directly at me.

Her voice is reduced to strong whisper. "I had some of the same issues when Charlie and I joined the Club. Can I trust you to keep a confidence? "

"Of course!"

"Do you intend to see the second tape on Bob' sexual initiation?" 

"Do you think I should?"

"Yes. You will find that the second Founding Mom, Audrey, is much more sexually stimulating than Shelia. She wears an outfit that pushes her breasts up and out and is open around the vulva. She also shaves her pussy. The total effect is a real turn on for the boys. She encourages experimentation and might let Bob come in the back door as well the vaginal area." 

I am blushing by now. "How did you handle the issue after you saw the tape of Charlie?" 

"I rather not discuss it until you see it. We'll discuss it next week." 

Friday Night

I drop Bob off at Shelia's house and pick him up about two hours later. He is much more animated than the last week. I ask him if he had a good time. His eyes sparkle as he nods in the affirmative. "Do you want to tell me about it?" He only mumbles that the woman was hot stuff. 

Saturday Night

I show up for my second rendezvous. I am ushered by Shelia into the same bedroom I used last week. In comes another young man who appears to be a little younger than the one last week. His name is Roy. He is not hung as massively as Cleve—maybe about 7 inches, which is not bad at all. I ask "what he would like to do. What gives him the most satisfaction?"

I am already pretty aroused because I could stop reliving the sexual romp several times during the week and projecting it to Saturday. I intentionally did not masturbate during the week because I didn't want to dilute this experience. 

Roy said that "once he taken a shower with a woman, he had found that two naked bodies entwined together in a water spray were very stimulating! Particularly nice was mutual soaping of each others bodies."

I agreed that we could do that before the night was over. But I want him to come into me in a special way before we did that. First, I direct him to use his fingers to get me wet by exploring my vagina. He slips his finger between my pussy lips and strokes till my body temperature goes into high gear. "Please use your tongue on my clit," I plead. My juices were flowing and I am ready for the next step. 

"Kneel on the edge of the bed," I direct. I raise my legs to his shoulders. This was what tried to do last week, but Roy is a better candidate because his penis wasn't as large as Cleve's. 

Roy positions his penis head against my opening and then without further ado, I take him inside my eagerly awaiting vagina. I move my legs closer together so I could hold him in firmly. 

Using my vaginal muscles I held him tightly. I could feel electrical sensations spreading throughout my vulva as Roy began fucking me in slow motion and my adrenalin is flowing. The pleasures are so intense, I had difficulty breathing. I use my right and left index fingers to spread my labia so that when he pushes forward, his hairs and pubic bone rub directly on my engorged clitoris. 

"Roy, use your hands to caress my breasts and nipples." He eagerly complies. Doing this causes Roy to lean forward and allows my ankles to go over his shoulders, giving me some leverage to push upward. Our bodies are melding in complete rhythm, with his penis in full penetration, stroking my inflamed vagina. My erogenous zones are glowing with heat, responding to the pumping motions of his swollen member deep inside of me. My body begins shaking uncontrollably as Roy, breathing hard, pushes in and out with reckless abandon. Then total relief, as the soothing sensations of his creamy ejaculations spreads deep inside me, engorging my cervix, seeping backwards toward my opening and flowing onto my silken hairs. Luckily, I am on the pill or I definitely could become pregnant, even at my age. 

My vaginal walls contract in orgasmic over drive as one orgasm after another pulsates through my body. I lose count, but I must have had six or seven. My climaxes are so strong that my breasts gyrate and heave in abandon, as I embrace him tightly. When my breathing returns to normal, I tell Roy "that honestly, he could be my lover anytime. And important to him, we could head to the shower for a special treat."

With warm water pouring over our naked bodies, I use lots of soap to lather his body and encourage him to do mine as well. I rub my turgid nipples and soft breasts against his chest. Sitting on a bench in the shower, I place his soft penis and scrotum between my lathered breasts and begin breast fucking him. His penis swells with renewed life. The only problem is my mask keeps getting wet, making it hard to see. His eyes glaze in deep pools of passionate embrace as he leans back against the shower wall, soaking in the luxury of our close intimacy. I wash the soap off his penis and holding nothing back, I give him a real deep throated sucking, curling his penis between my tongue and the roof of my embracing mouth. After a few minutes, his body tenses and he squirts an amazing amount of sperm for a second ejaculation. The taste of it gliding down my throat is rapturous. I can't get enough as I continued cupping his sac in my warm hands. Finally, Roy's penis softens and his breathing returns to normal as I reluctantly release my grasp. 

I ask him, "to turn the showerhead so that the water pulsates and to direct the spray toward my clitoris," which I make fully accessible by spreading my legs and opening my labia with my fingers. "Don't hold the nozzle too close, move the showerhead back and forth. Yesssssssss. That's it!" The pulsating sensations of warm water spraying my clitoris feel wonderful. I desperately need one more orgasm to top off the session. It was if I was addicted. Soon, I could feel the heat rising inside, my body tenses and---"Oh my god, Yesssssssss!!!!!" I shudder and climax again, secreting more nectar on to my saturated pubic hair. 

When we both cool down, Roy exclaims. "I never did that before. That was fantastic". 

My mind is laughing with a renewed purpose as I drain the many dry years out of my metabolism. I pick up a warm, fluffy towel and pat his youthful body dry, luxuriating in the fuzzy warm softness, as he patted me down. Reluctantly, I buzz Shelia and the inevitable knock on the door that ends our wonderful lovemaking. I am completely and wonderfully satiated. But I force myself to recall my ulterior purpose. On my way out, I make an appointment with Shelia to see Bob's second tape.

Monday

Audrey welcomes me to the door when I knock. She said that it is customary for the Founding Moms to show their own tapes so that they could answer any questions so she will run the session rather than Shelia. Audrey is about 5 ft 5 inches and probably a few years older than Shelia. She is wearing dark slacks and an over blouse so I couldn't tell too much about her physical shape. I would find out in a minute. She turns on the VCR and leaves the room. The tape starts as Audrey ushers Bob into the bedroom. I couldn't help but feel like a censorious voyeur. Audrey tells him to disrobe while she retreats into the adjacent bathroom. When she reappears, wearing the outfit that Beth had described, Bob's has an unbelievable look on his face. Beth is absolutely right. Audrey is a real "looker"! Audrey's prominent boobs are huge. She is much bigger than Shelia or me. Being pushed upward by her outfit made them look like huge ships with pointy bows, ready to sally forth. To further accentuate her big breasts were her long slim legs holding  up a slightly pudgy middle section. But the overall visual effect is sensationally and provocatively sexual, particularly for a novice. 

Bob was staring down, probably at her silky smooth shaven pussy. She asks Bob if he wants a closer look as she lays on the bed and motions Bob to focus on her vulva. As directed, Bob is kissing and nuzzling her shaven pussy with youthful exuberance. Audrey sticks out her tongue to visually instruct Bob how to tongue her. Bob is going down on her. She appears to luxuriate in the clitoral stimulation provided by Bob. Bob is a quick study, tonguing her super sensitive organ exuberantly, and soon Audrey's body is shuddering uncontrollably in a clitoral explosion. From her facial expression, I believe it was intense. She offers her breast to Bob, which he caresses with non-stop abandon and then suddenly sucks on her turgid nipples, protruding expectantly into his waiting mouth. 

I hate to admit it. But watching my son having sex with an older naked woman is erotically exciting, and I am having a hard time containing my urges. I know my pants are getting wet inside. I wonder if I were home watching this tape, would I be playing with myself? 

Bob's caresses continue for sometime, as it seems Audrey has very sensitive breasts. Audrey is fingering herself while she plays with Bob's penis. She may have climaxed again. By this time, I am sure Bob is having a hard time containing himself as his youthful vigor produces another hard on. Audrey lays him down and straddles his penis in a kneeling position, taking his thick member inside. She rocks up and down as Bob's body tenses and obviously ejaculates inside her. Audrey gets on her knees and Bob enters her vaginal canal from behind. I am pretty sure it's not her anus because he comes in too quickly. Bob is pumping her from behind. Since he has just ejaculated, Bob can fuck her for much longer. She turns her head to say something and thereafter, she begins playing with her clitoris and reaching back to touch his testicles, stimulating both of them. 

Eventually, he grabs her back as he ejaculates into her a second time. Audrey eyelids are fluttering and her head bobs up and down, straining to hit another orgasm, while Bob is pumping away. She appears to be ecstatic, collapsing forward on the bed after Bob is finished. The tape ends.

Audrey walked back into the room. "Do you have any questions" I had many thoughts racing through my mind but I just focused on the mundane. "Is Bob finished with his orientation?" 

"Sheila and I haven't discussed it yet, but I think so. Either Shelia or I might check him out in few weeks, but I think he is ready to meet the other women." 

I am so horny by this time that I have to restrain my speed, to keep from getting a ticket as I drive home quickly. Fortunately, Bob is not home when I get there, as I head directly for the bedroom and my 8-inch black dildo with a curved head and protruding veins. I nearly rip off my clothes as I head for the bed. My pussy is so wet; I can't believe it. As I masturbate with the dildo gyrating inside my pinkish red pussy lips, the images of Audrey and Bob race through my tormented mind. Tears form in my eyes as an earth shaking climax rips from deep inside my grasping vaginal canal. "Fuck, I am cumming." I gasp for air as sexual tension exudes through small and then large, electrical charges, which tingle and pulsate through the tip of my clitoris and surrounding vulva. Involuntarily I rise up on my haunches to drain the last bit of orgasmic splendor as stars burst inside my skull. And then all too quickly, my naked body, clothed in pools of moisture, collapses on the bed. My sexual explosion is complete. 

I am emotionally drained as the images as I visualize my son having sex on the screen with steamy Audrey all over him. 

Tuesday

I sit with Beth, giving her a quick run down of the events. "Audrey was really hot!" I briefly relate the events on the tape. I don't tell her about my reaction; but she probably guesses. 

Beth surprises me by saying that both founding mothers do more than just substitute when necessary. They are in the active rotation with hardly a week passing without their direct participation. Beth thinks they are hooked on the sex with teenagers and they focus primarily on the younger, first year boys. Beth also thinks that they invite some of the graduates to come to the house when they are on school breaks. 

"Can I trust your deepest confidence?" I nod affirmatively. "I want to break one of the Club rules by having sex with my son." I am flabbergasted. "That's depraved" 

"Hear me out." 

"Ok, I am listening, but this better be good."

"First, Charlie has a bigger sex drive to satisfy than once per week at the Club. I think he is masturbating every day. It's very possible that he will stray outside the Club and defeat the main purpose of joining. Next, I was deeply affected by the club initiation, as I think you were. I am afraid that Charlie will turn to other women for all his needs, rather than me, his mother. And to be completely frank, the Club rules have limited my ability to have relations with other males and at the same time, the weekly sessions with the young men have made me extremely horny." 

Beth makes sense. Perhaps, I was feeling the same emotions. Why couldn't I be the one to help Bob, I thought? 

Beth continues in a conspiratorial tone. "The four of us could engage in our own club during the week in our own houses. This way we could help Charlie and Bob enjoy sex without permitting the boys to penetrate their own moms. You could take care of Charlie that way and I would do the same for Bob. Therefore we avoid incest," she argues. 

"Also, we would be there without the stupid masks, and the boys could see us helping their pleasure directly, which is the more normal way they will make love in the future." 

My mind swirls as I contemplate the four of us mixing it up in various combinations. "What about the Club?"

"I am sure Bob and Charlie can be trusted to keep our secrets; especially if we tell them that they could be expelled from the Club. As I said earlier, for the next year or so, they are going to spend much of their Club time with Shelia and Audrey. We have to step up to counter their influence." I am numb. 

Three months later

As I flash back to that fateful discussion with Beth, I wondered why I had been concerned. Bob and I have moved in with Beth and Charlie where we share the rent on their four bedroom house, a big cost savings to both of us. The boys act more like brothers. And about once per week, we have a joint sexathon, as I call it. 

I vividly remember the first time we broached the subject to Bob and Charlie. Beth took the lead in explaining what we were going to do. Bob and Charlie exchanged glances when they realize both of them belonged to the same Club. 

We talked about the only rule that we would impose—no copulation with your own mother. The only thing that Beth did not mention was our own involvement in the Club. We had agreed to keep that secret for the time being. All of us are a bit nervous and concerned, but the boys, I should call them young men now, seemed to be willing to try. Beth and I agreed that the first night we would stay in separate bedrooms with our own sons and then trade places at the appropriate moment. We would avoid other types of intimate partnerships until later. Beth and I set up the date with our sons for the next night. 

During that day, I wondered if I had the courage to go through with it. It was difficult to concentrate on eating dinner as each of us exchanged glances. Finally Beth took the lead and grabbed Charlie's hand as they went to her bedroom. I didn't know what else to do, so I motioned to Bob to follow me. 

I think the forbidden nature of our impending relationship heightened my senses beyond belief. I was shuddering internally, but I knew I had to control myself to make the experience pleasurable for him. First, I undressed him. His pecker was at full erection. It didn't seem so small to me, and I praised his wonderful manhood. Perhaps his recent sexual experiences had helped stimulate some growth. 

I did a strip tease for him, slowly removing my clothes, uncovering my mammary glands and the rest of previously private erogenous zones. He may have had fleeting glances of my nakedness before, but this was definite a different view for him. Yesterday, I had decided to do a partial shave of my pussy, keeping a few wisps of blond hair, but lot's of eyeball exposure of my pussy lips and vulva, which was smooth to touch. 

His eyes were bright with intensity as I asked him to lie down. I rubbed his body gently as if we had all the time in the world, and spoke gentle loving compliments about his maturity and love making skills. My mind glazed over in a mixture of love and sexuality at this surreal experience, loving and caressing my own son. I hadn't touched his private parts since I washed him when he was a toddler. He had just a few hairs at the base of his circumcised penis, which was beautifully formed to my eyes. 

As I cupped him gently, I could feel the tightness of his testicles within the scrotum. I took his hands and brought them against my breasts. He tenderly stroked my breast and nipple. I told him about my favorite spots as he touched me. I asked him about his spots of sensuality. Pre-cum began to collect on his penis. And my love juices were flowing profusely. I even had mild climax while he suckled my sensitive nipples, which was rare for me. I told him about the importance of foreplay and that most men neglected this important need. By now, he was in a high state of arousal. I can't tell you how much I wanted his penis to return to the vaginal womb, but I restrained myself. I cupped his testicles gently as I used my tongue on his penis, curling it gently under and around his head. Bob began to breathe hard and I knew this was a magic moment for him and I, as I alternated a tonguing motion with sucking his throbbing erection. His eyes began to flutter as his boiling sperm began shooting through his testicles into his penis, quickly ejaculating in huge clumps. At this point, the whole experience overcame all my emotional inhibitions as I kept sucking him and jacking his penis until there was no more left. I swallowed all of his sweet sperm which coated my lips and throat in a thick layer of cream. 

I asked him if he had the energy to do something for me. He nodded and with little urging began to lick around my clitoris and labia. I told him to use first one and then two fingers inside the vaginal canal to stimulate my insides while he was tonguing. After a few minutes, I told him to stop fingering and just concentrate on my clitoris. Soon I was convulsing in a series of shattering multiple orgasm as the spasms of forbidden pleasure overcame my body and mind. I couldn't stop as he continued with youthful energy to suck me until I couldn't take any more. My mind was overcome with emotional release and my body felt warm and responsive to his eyes seeking approval, as he laid his head on my bosom. 




Mother is Debauched Ch. 02



Shortly thereafter, there was a knock on the door. It was Charlie. I pulled on my robe before I gave Bob a big hug as he left. Charlie was a year older and definitely more mature in body muscle than Bob. He sheepishly came into the room. He had on his boxer underwear and socks, which he quickly disrobed when I asked him. This was the first time I had seen Charlie completely naked. His penis was hanging down in state of partial erection. He was definitely well hung, perhaps seven plus inches. He stood before me, gaping at my partially naked body and smooth pussy. I opened my robe to give him a full look and invited him to lie next to me. I stroked his penis back to full erection. My pulsating pussy wanted him inside and I wanted the experience to last. So I guided his penis against my vaginal opening and told him keep his legs outside of mine and to push inside. My fully lubricated sensitive vaginal wall tightened around his aroused penis. I could control the tightness of the vaginal opening as he lies on top of me, his long smooth body pressing eagerly against my waiting breasts. 

Charlie starts to fuck me, first slowly and then with increased intensity. After a few minutes, Charlie's breathing becomes labored as the internal heat returns to his testicles, which had just been stroked by his own mother. At the same time, I feel tremendous pressure building in my vulva. My mind wonders down the hall and visualizes Bob and Beth's bodies melting together. The whole evening with Bob and Charlie has made every sensation vibrant with electricity. 

Charlie's penis is filling every inch of my pleasure canal. I know that I am going to go over the top and soon. When I feel his spurts inside, I can contain myself no longer. I scream with wild abandonment of any restraint. My libido is operating in full gear. The extra lubrication and the thrusts of his penis cause a massive vaginal climax. I can't restrain myself as I hear myself screaming with ultimate orgasmic pleasure. "Yesssssssss"

Epilogue

My inner self still smiles when I think about the pleasures of that first night with Charlie and Bob. We have had many memorable experiences since then. Each of us takes a turn directing the sexathon for the evening. And we have done every type of sexual act imaginable but we do not cross the line of copulating with one's mother. Happily, Bob doesn't get teased anymore. His confidence is high and I believe he has had a growth spurt where it counts. I don't bring it up; but I am sure he measures himself now and then. More important, neither Beth nor I worry about Audrey or Shelia stealing away our sons at all. Beth and I are still in the Club, but we tell each other we can survive when the year is up and Bob and Charlie have to leave. In fact both of us are dating again. Some people would say that I was debauched. This may be true, but I just feel fortunate.



Mother is Debauched Ch. 03



Prologue

Six months had quickly passed since Kay and Beth had joined a sex club to protect their young sons from going down the wrong path with some teen age slut and to take a proactive step by engaging directly with their sons in sexual games, eventually moving into Kay's house. The two women were reminiscing on a sofa in front of a roaring fire on a cool spring evening.

"Beth, I noticed that Bob has really matured as person since we began. He can carry a good conversation and I am sure his sex organ, while still a bit undersized, has blossomed."

"I agree. Your idea to use him for anal sex was brilliant. He is proud that he can fulfill a unique role, even though I had to compromise that anal sex didn't technically violate the rule against incest. I must admit that anal sex is a real turn on."

"Yeah, especially when you have the boys' cocks in both holes. You go wild. Frankly, I'm a bit envious; but I still can't bring myself to have Charlie in my anus while Bob fits into my vagina. Charlie is too big. In fact, I think he is almost eight inches now."

"Well, you do alright when you're sucking Charlie's big cock while Bob is taking you from the rear."

"Yeah, Bob is insatiable. He is a real sperm producing machine. And Charlie is no slouch in that department either."

"And your idea to use adult video DVD's to help lead our sexathons has provided a structure to focus our sexual energy. The boys really love targeting specific scenes for us to try out."

"Kay, I also loved your idea to take advantage of the boys' sperm as a health food. That was really wild. You got them to stop drinking unhealthy carbonated beverages and eating fatty hamburgers and eat more healthy fruits and veggies to produce sweeter ejaculations. Now we get a sweet low calorie dessert twice per week, and they love that we swallow." 

"So goes the advantages of two debauched moms."

"Kay, all this sex talk has made me horny."

"Me too, let's do a sixty-nine in your bedroom....this time, without the boys." 

Flopping on the bed, the mothers quickly assumed their favorite sexual position, engaging their mouths with each others' clits. 

"Put a dildo in me, Kay; while you're sucking my clit. I need inside action to cumm. Turn the vibrator on low, just to get me going." 

Kay used the vibrator to supplement her tonguing action and soon, Beth body was shaking in heat. 

"Shut it off now; I want to hold back and let it come naturally. Oh, your tongue feels marvelous. Keep it up. Ohgod! Ohgod! I am going to explode." 

Beth's clean shaven mound pressed against Kay's head, as she has an orgasmic explosion, with her love nectar saturating Kay's face. While she was in throes of cumming, she couldn't maintain her own tongue contact with Kay's engorged clitoris, which was reaching out, begging for help. Now Beth rolled on top of Kay so her head was at the apex of Kay's pulsating vaginal area and throbbing clitoris. Beth grabbed Kay's ass cheeks as she plunged into oral action. Kay loved when Beth used her tongue inside the vaginal canal and Beth did not hesitate.

Soon Kay's body was wracked with her own multiple orgasmic contractions. 

"Yesssssssss. Omigod, Yesssssssss. I'm cumminggggggg."

These two were Sapphic experts. 

The Next Afternoon 

Beth came rushing into the house. Kay was in the kitchen. "I have terrible news. My mother called today to tell me she is visiting."

"Why is that so terrible?"

"My mother is such a prude. If she finds out what we have been doing with Charlie and Bob, she will have a conniption. And since she gave me the money to buy the house we were renting, she might demand it back."

"Isn't your mother a widow?"

"Yeah. Dad died a few years ago and left her a bundle. But she never comes to visit us. We always go to her place. So I wonder if she wants to take residence with us and claim this home. She never dates and has only a minimal social life."

"Don't worry. I am sure she is only going to be here for a few days and we can keep the boys occupied through the sex club, which is off site. We will cool it in the house until she leaves. We'll explain to Bob and Charlie tonight, when we can give them a big sexathon."

"Ok. But we need a back up plan if she decides to stay for a long time. Any ideas?"

"Well, you said your mother has a minimal social life. What about her relationships with your Dad?"

"I guess you mean sex. Well, I never thought there was much there. Dad was always going on business trips and playing golf."

"Here's a back up plan. Where is she going to sleep? We only have four bedrooms?

"Yikes. I forgot."

"I volunteer to share my bedroom, rather than moving the boys together. They will never do their homework if they are in the same room. And I have a king size bed."

"Well, I am not sure, mom will go for that; but what the hell. If she complains, you and I can sleep together. After all, we do every else together"

"Don't you love having sex with a beautiful woman and two young men?"

"We sure have come a long way. But what's your back up plan?

"What if I tried to seduce your mother?"

"You're kidding."

"No. What would be better than to get your mother to join in some of our frolicking? You said she had no social life. She might be ripe fruit. At least let me try. I will be discreet and if I meet any resistance, I will back off. "

"Ok. But be careful. I can't afford for her to cut me off financially, especially for Charlie's sake. What do you want to do with the boys since this may be the last night for us to be alone for awhile?"

"The boys really get a treat when they watch us have sex together and then they join in. So we could do that."

"Ok. I love that scene from the movie where the women pour milk on the others breasts and then use butter to caress each other."

"Me too!! But that means we have to clean the mess before your mother gets here. Why not the harem scene where I prepare you for the desert prince, by stimulating all your erogenous zones? You can dress in your see-through pantaloons."

"That would be great."

"Beth, in the movie there were two women preparing the novice. Just think if we had another woman to play our games." 

"Yeah, but I don't think it will be my mother."

Charlie and Bob sat mesmerized in the candlelight room watching their beautiful mothers perform for them in a simulated harem. They had seen it before but it seemed extra erotic that night. Kay, dressed in a see through gown, slowly stripped Beth of her clothes, revealing her beautifully pear shaped breasts and smooth shaved golden mound. Kay gently pushed Beth onto the bed, covered with rose petals and massaged a lubricant all over her body, with special attention to her erogenous zones. Kay began kissing and touching Beth, getting her ready for love making. At first Beth holds back; but soon she responds by kissing Kay back while fondling her own breasts, whose nipples become extended and turgid. The women exchange caresses as they become more stimulated, culminating in holding their protruding breasts against each others, nipple to nipple. Kay dresses Beth in an open see through top and pantaloons. The women exchange vaginal kisses as they lay on the bed. Kay uses her huge nipple to caress Beth's clit, sending her into paroxysms of delight. The time has come for the next act.

The watching boys have removed their clothes revealing throbbing' penises. Kay motions to Charlie and Bob to join them... For Beth, Bob is playing the Prince as he engulfs her in his arms assisted by harem slaves, Kay and Charlie, who caress her breasts and other erogenous zones as she plays a willing victim to their sexual ministrations, stimulating her to erotic heights of sensitivity. Inevitably, her body and mind become a part of the sexual rhythm and the warmth flows out of inner core. Every part of her body is being stimulated simultaneously to ultimate release that she knows is coming soon. Her urgency becomes greater. She is ready. But the players stop to let her cool a bit. Then they start again. This happens twice. Beth really feels it now. Her partners are engaging in the ultimate tease. As she reaches the third pinnacle, the players stop again. But this time her body doesn't stop with them. Beth cries out. "Don't stop, don't stop. I have to cumm. noooooow." Spasmodic explosions erupt from her rigid body. Kay directs. "Suck her clit, Bob. NOW!" As he quickly complies, Beth is in sexual heaven. Her body is exploding in all directions. "Oooooooooooooooh." She can't count the number of orgasms. "Ooooooooooooooh." 

With Beth satisfied for the moment, the roles change. Kay is focus of the ministrations of the other three, with Charlie playing the Prince. The same sexual teasing occurred until Kay had her release. The only difference is that she went to the fourth pinnacle before she could take no more. As the sexathon continued, the mothers sucked Bob and Charlie's cocks until they had their sweet desserts. Then they fucked each others mothers until their pussies were sore from young cock penetration. Bob and Charlie exhausted their supply of semen satisfying their own and their mothers' seemingly insatiable needs. Eventually, neither mother had any orgasms left in their overheated bodies. The group went to bed exhausted and completely satiated.

Beth and Kay met Beth's mother at the train station the next day. Marsha was a very attractive woman in her mid sixties. Kay could see where Beth got her nice body. Marsha's displayed nice sized breasts, enfolded in a loose bra under her suit jacket. Wearing a long skirt, the rest of her body was hidden. On our way home, Beth explained the proposed sleeping arrangements. She didn't object; but suggested that she would pay for twin beds to be ordered.

After we went to bed that night, I noticed that Marsha wore this long flannel nightgown from the Dark Ages. I waited until she was in a deep sleep and then placed my arm over her soft breasts, which I judged to be bigger than her daughters' considerable bosom, as I snuggled against her. Her body tensed for a minute; but she seemed to relax and smile crossed her face.

I didn't work the next day, instead, I took Marsha to lunch. I peppered her with intimate questions about her current and past life, listening very attentively to her answers. Occasionally, I touched her hand or shoulder or rubbed against her unobtrusively.

In bed that night, I again waited until she was in a deep sleep. This time, I placed my hand near her mound with my fingers just touching her golden triangle. I heard her sigh, turn her body slightly against me and continue to sleep. 

Before I left for work the next day, I intentionally left my drawer partially open where I had my dildo and some of my lacy underclothes. When I got home, the drawer was shut.

Before bedtime that night I asked her if she wanted to go shopping the next day. I mentioned that I was buying some new bed clothes and perhaps she wanted to do the same. "Your beautiful body shouldn't be covered by a flannel nightgown, even if nobody but me could see it."

"I'll think about it."

This was the night I intend to push her to the edge. I didn't wait until she was sleeping to take myself off while Marsha was lying on the other side of the bed. I wanted her to visualize what I was doing. Frankly, even if I wasn't trying to be seductive, my body missed the regular sex with the boys that Marsha was preventing. I needed a release. Using some lotion, I rubbed my turgid clit and tweaked my extended nipples, I masturbated under the covers which contained and enhanced my body heat. I intentionally kept my moans very low, but just enough to disturb her. I could sense her eyes on me in the dark. 

"Are you Ok my dear?" 

"Yes. I am sorry to disturb you. Go back to sleep." 

"I understand. Young women have needs. I only wish I could.....but never mind me."

I could hear Marsha sigh heavily. Talking to her while I was frigging myself, knowing she was watching me in the dark, heightened my erotic arousal, making my cumming extra special. I am sure she could smell my love nectar, when it erupted. After, I snuggled next to her in my sleep, warming her body with mine.

At breakfast the next morning, I pressed Marsha to go shopping with me, mentioning the nice bed clothes she could buy if she wanted. 

"Kay. When I was listening to you last night, I felt like I was losing it. I kept thinking to myself, why not me? I have this terrible...... condition that makes sex awful. I have been keeping it a secret since I got married. After the last few days here with you and Beth, I felt it was time to finally tell someone. And you seem to be an empathetic, kind person."

"Marsha, I am glad you think you can confide in me. What is it?"

"Let's go to our bedroom. I have to show you. I can't just talk about it."

I followed her to the bedroom. Her robe was tightly wrapped around her flannel nightgown, which almost scraped the floor as she walked. 

Marsha sat on the unmade bed we had shared together the last three nights. "If I tell you or rather show you, you must promise to keep it a guarded secret, unless I release you."

"You have my solemn promise."

Marsha untied her robe and then lifted her flannel nightgown to waist level, exposing her lush grey pubic hair covering her fleshy mound. Even though she was in her late sixties, her skin was relatively smooth with only a few stretch marks from her early pregnancy. My condition, my deformity, is down there, pointing to her bushy triangle.

"I don't see anything unusual. In fact you are in pretty good shape for a woman, your age."

"Bend your head for a closer look, while I spread myself."

As I got closer, a musky odor crept into my nostrils, clearly a sign of sexual stimulation. I guessed that my hands-on treatment from last night had its desired effect. As Marsha spread her labia, her bud came into view. Gosh, I thought, it is larger than any clitoris that I had ever seen. It was like a small penis, protruding about an inch outside its hood and about a half inch in diameter. And it wasn't even turgid from stimulation. 

The expression on my face must have been revealing.

"You see what I mean by being deformed." "I don't think I would call it a deformity. It's just an enlarged clitoris."

"Kay, if it gets stimulated, it is painful to feel the slightest touch. When Brad, my husband, had sex with me, I had to grimace to contain the pain. After we had Beth, I avoided penetration at all times. I forced myself to play with Brad until he had an ejaculation. 

I must have had a quizzical expression. 

"You know. Masturbation. That kept him happy most of the time, though as the years elapsed, we started avoiding sex except on special occasions. Possibly, he had affairs, but I don't know and didn't want to know."

"And you never told him." 

"No, I was too embarrassed. I grew up in house where sex was a dirty word."

"Did you consult with your gynecologist?"

"In those days, I had only male doctors. They probably noticed it during my exams, but they never said a word and I never had the guts to ask them a question."

"Marsha. We are going to remedy this immediately by getting you good advice. I go to a wonderful female gynecologist. Would you go with me?"

"Gladly!!"

Immediately, I called my gynecologist, Dr. Lerner. Fortunately, she had had a cancellation for today at 11:15, and we took it. Marsha and I got dressed. I advised her to wear something loose and don't wear any undergarments to facilitate the examination.  

As we were ushered into the examining room, Marsha was noticeably nervous. "Don't worry; Julie Lerner is a wonderful caring doctor. She is the best." Actually she was a very attractive single female, who had scores of potential suitors. I always wondered why she didn't get married. 

As Julie comes into the office, smiling a bright smile, she couldn't hide her attractive cleavage behind a white lab coat. 

With almost no hesitation, Marsha poured out her story to Dr. Lerner in great detail. I guess after she had told me earlier in the day, the valve had fully opened.

"I have had a few cases like yours. Please lie back on the examining table and let's take a look." Her smile seemed frozen on her face as used her latex covered hand to spread Marsha wide. She asked her what hurt and what didn't as she probed with her fingers. 

After she was finished, she removed her gloves. "Get dressed, Marsha. And then come into my office."

"Marsha, while I have seen a few similar cases, your condition is a bit rare, but I want to assure you that it is eminently treatable."

"That's good news."

"In fact, I have very good news. I think you have a great gift. You just didn't know how to take advantage."

"Oh."

"Yes, the difference between pain and pleasure is very minute. And because your glands don't produce enough natural lubrication and your organ is unusually large with a great number of nerve endings, you experienced discomfort when touched. Once you have enough lubrication, the opposite of pain will occur. You should have many extraordinary pleasures because of the large number of nerve endings. It's unfortunate that you didn't have proper treatment before, but you still have many healthy years of enjoyment ahead of you. In fact, many women would love to have your problem." 

"Doctor, I am amazed. What do I need to do?"

"I will prescribe an ointment for you. It's inexpensive, and you can get it over the counter. Apply it around the clitoral area in the morning and the evening before bed. Also, wear silk panties and bed clothes that are in contact with your labia, which are less irritating to the skin. And most important, make sure you are well lubricated before engaging in direct sexual contact."

"And how do I....?."

"The ointment will work; but usually through lot's of foreplay. As I said, you have a problem that most women would die for."

Tears welled up in Marsha's eyes, as she must have flashed back to all the possible experiences lost over the years.

"I understand you are visiting. Are you going to be here for four weeks? I would like to have a follow-up appointment with you before you leave. And please tell the appointment clerk to make it at the end of the day, when I have more time to discuss the future with you."

Marsha hesitated. "I guess I could stay that long." She quickly glanced in my direction. 

"Also, I would like you to get a few lab tests and an EKG done. We can do the EKG and get your blood for tests before you leave. I doubt if there are any problems. But I will call you tomorrow to give you the results."

"In any case, I will see you in four weeks." She gave Marsha a big hug. "Everything is going to be fine." 

"Thank you, thank you."

On the way home, we stopped at a drug store to pick up several tubes of the ointment. Marsha couldn't stop smiling in the car. 

"Kay, I really owe you. I feel like a new woman."

I put my hand on her knee. "I'm happy for you. And I think you and I are going to be close friends, very close friends."

"Marsha, why did you really leave home suddenly and come here? Remember, I am your trusted confidant."

"OK. I guess I can tell you, now that you know my secret. I belong to this club of widowed and divorced women. We meet twice a week for card games and dining. One of the more attractive women, Leslie, began pressing me to go out alone with her. I responded and we had a few dates. She was very nice. But then she made it clear that she was interested in more than friendly companionship. She wanted to share bedrooms. When I heard that, all my anxieties reappeared. That's why I came here. I told her my daughter needed my help."

"Let me ask you right out. If you knew then what you know now about your sexual capability, would you have been tempted?"




Mother is Debauched Ch. 03



"..............I don't know, maybe.......she was awfully attractive. I never thought of myself in that way. Now that I am older.....what would have been the harm....why not try something new. I heard that this type of love is softer; so we might have been able to finesse my special condition..... I have only one life to live." All the clichés poured out of her.

As we pulled into the driveway, I decided this was the moment. "Marsha, you have been so forthcoming today, a life changing day for you. Let's get comfortable inside; I desperately need to share with you."

Soon we were seated on the sofa, sharing a cup of coffee. No one was home that afternoon. Beth was working. And the kids were at school, and they would be playing intramural basketball after class. We would be alone for the next three or four hours. 

"So, what did you want to tell me?"

"I need your pledge of secrecy; just as I gave you mine."

"Absolutely."

I was going to tell her quite a bit; but I needed to keep some things for later. The sex club and the sexual relationships inside the house with her daughter and grandson would be off limits for now. 

"Since my husband left me a few years ago, I found that most mature men just wanted to bed me for a one or two night stand. Some of them lied about their marital state. While I often had a good time; ultimately, it was not very satisfying."

"After much thought about my future, I decided to do something really different. I met a young man without much sexual experience. I decided to become his sex teacher. I taught him everything he needed about how to satisfy a woman and be satisfied himself. Although he wasn't marriage material because of our age difference, he was wonderful, loyal and completely satisfying sexually."

"Could I ask a question?"

"Not yet, there's more to tell. I also became aware that I could be aroused by certain women in a sensual manner and that I could respond to them sexually. I discovered that I was a true bi-sexual individual. In fact, in the last few days, I made a new discovery about myself. I found that I could be aroused by an older woman, who was in a different generation, but who had great capacity to love and be loved."

"Oh!"

"That older woman is you!!! The last few nights in bed with you were intensely arousing. Probably you thought my hand placements on your body while you were sleeping were accidental. No, they were intentional. I was prepared to go further if you would agree. I was going to tell you today, when you blurted out your secret. And now I am even more turned on by you and your story. I want to be the first one to be with you and help you experience the joys of sex that you have been missing." 

I put my warm hand on her trembling knee and waited for her response. 

"Kay. I don't know what to say."

"Look. The doctor told you to have a good time. Forget about the past. Live for the future. Let's explore those sensual experiences that you've been missing. You can discover if it's worthwhile to take up with Leslie when you return home. Or you will have experiences to explore other relationships. Why wait any longer? I can teach you about foreplay and I'll bet you will have some incredible orgasms with that special organ that we can explore together."

"But what about Beth?

"We can keep this private if you want. We are already sleeping in the same room. And the other three bedrooms are on the opposite side of the house. And the walls have great insulation. Just tell Beth that you don't need your own bed since you will only be here a few weeks. Also, there are many days, like today, when everyone is gone."

"How can I be sure?" 

"If you'll forgive my hand placement, I bet I can reach in your pants right now and find plenty of moisture coming from your vaginal slit. I am certain that this conversation has been very arousing. Your body is telling you that what I propose is right, especially today."

"You hit the nail, so to speak. I am dripping wet."

"C'mon. Let's go upstairs right now. I can't wait to touch your huge clitoris. You have nothing to lose and everything to gain. We know each other's secrets."

Kay followed Marsha up the stairs, shutting and locking the door to their bedroom, taking no chance on being discovered. As they quickly stripped to their bare essentials, Beth blurted. "Give me one of the tubes of ointment, and do a spread eagle on the bed." Marsha quickly complied. 

As Kay predicted, Marsha was pouring moisture from her puffy vaginal slit. Nonetheless, Kay took a gob of ointment and rubbed it gently around Marsha's rapidly expanding little penis. "I can't believe how huge you are." "Show me, I've never been able to see myself this way." Kay grabbed a mirror and pointed it at the erotic center of orgasmic pleasure and gently pulled Marsha's slit open." Rising on her elbows, she saw the turgid pinkish clitoris clearly for the first time, blossoming forth in full erection, over an inch long and bit less in diameter. 

"Marsha, it's been begging for satisfaction for way too long and today we're going to give it what it wants. And what you need. We can worry about me later, now its all about your needs. Lie back." 

Kay gently flicked her tongue around the little penis. "Does this hurt?" 

"Not at all Kay, it feels wonderful. I can't describe the incredible sensations coursing through my body."

Soon Kay was slathering and tonguing the sex hungry clitoris as Marsha's body heaved back a forth in orgasmic symphony. Beth was the conductor and Marsha felt the full vibrations. Marsha's grey pubic hairs were permeated with love nectar. I made a mental note that Marsha needed to have a pubic shave to give better and cleaner access. 

"Kay. I can't hold back much longer. I desperately need to cumm." "She moaned as the strong sexual sensations tingled through her body. Her nipples became distended and rigid. 

"Relax, let your body go. You deserve it for all the wasted years." 

In the past, she had told herself over and over that she didn't need sex; that sexual intimacy was unnecessary. All these mind controls of the last forty five years were breaking loose in shattering earth shaking sensuality. 

I increased the speed of my tonguing action, making sure that I rolled over every square inch of the little penis, touching every nerve ending possible. Once I tried puckering my lips and pulling upwards gently, just as if it were a man's organ. With that, Marsha's body began to spasm, her body heaving in exaggerated movements as she craved the ultimate release. She was so hot, it was unbearable.

"Omigod, I am cummmingggggggggg. Yesssssssss. Her body shook so much when she climaxed that Kay could not keep tonguing her and instead gently frigged her clitoris. Soon joined by Marsha fingers, each woman focused on one side of the extended clit spewing forth eruptions of unleashed sexuality. She couldn't stop as years of repressed orgasms exploded from her inner self. Her pussy flooded with juices, overflowing out of her slit into her anal canal. I can't stop............ Soooogoood!!! Sweat glistened on her heaving breasts. Suck me some more, please, I don't want to stop now. 

Kay grabbed her eight inch vibrator and ran it over Marsha's engorged red labia and then plunged into her canal. Marsha felt the intruder filling her up in a way she hadn't felt for forty odd years. Kay suckled the labial area around the distended clit, moistened by love nectar and throbbing to the heat of the moment, while plunging the vibrator into her grasping cunt. Her flushed body was literally bouncing on the bed. Omigod, Omigod, I can't stand it. Oh Yessssssssss. Marsha erupted in a vaginal climax of intense proportions. Spittle flowed out of the corner of her mouth as her multiple orgasmic eruptions finally slowed and ceased. 

To Marsha, it seemed like hours until her body calmed and her breathing returned to normal; in fact it was only a few minutes. And from beginning to end, her new born sexual cataclysm occurred in just over thirty minutes. 

"Kay, that was amazing. It was simply beautiful. I can unequivocally say it was the most intense experience of my life. You were so good to me. And I feel bad that I didn't do anything for you."

"Marsha, I am so happy for you. I think this is only the beginning and once you are able to control it better, the sex will even be better and longer lasting. Don't worry about me; I didn't want you to strain yourself, since this was truly your cumming out party. There will be plenty of time to teach you how to make love."

"First, I want you to consider a shave and a trim, something like mine, pointing to the two small rectangles of hair surrounding her labia. I think it would help in reducing irritation to your clitoris as well as providing better access to your sex partner. But I think your mound is too sensitive now, so we can do it tomorrow if you like." 

Epilogue

That night, Marsha went to bed early, exhausted by the release of her pent up emotion. This provided Kay the opportunity she needed. In Beth's bedroom, Kay told her every intimate detail of today's seduction of her mother. At first Beth was incredulous, then shocked, realizing that the consequences of today's events could mean that her mother might become a sexual intimate in her debauchery. 

On the other side of town in her beautiful town home, Julie Lerner was sucking her boyfriend Todd's humongous penis. As she sucked, she told him of the older woman she had treated earlier day that had this unusually large clitoris.

"Todd. It was enormous. I never had seen anything like it in all my years of training and practice."

"I love hearing about your patients sexual issues. It's a real turn on. How big was it?"

"In its flaccid state it was protruding an inch. The average clitoral bud is usually no more than 25% of that size. If someone played with it, no telling how big it would become."

Todd was becoming harder and harder as Julie told her story. He was almost at his full nine inches now. 

"I'll bet you wanted to take it your mouth, didn't you?"

"You're right. I wanted to give it a full pleasure treatment. And my pre-cumm started flowing in the examining room, making my pants wet."

"Julie, you got me real excited now. Give me one or more full sucks and off I go!

"Todd. This is the first time I felt that another woman could really add to my, no our, sex life. Having her here between us would be really fine." Julie began sucking his penis in piston like fashion, taking in as much as she could.

"Oh Shit!!!! Fantasticcccccc. " Todd started ejaculating huge ropes of sperm into the back of Julie's mouth, flooding her so much that it dribbled out of the corners of her mouth. Forced to swallow some, but spitting the rest out in the bathroom, she returned quickly to cup Todd's balls in her warm hands as the blood started to recede from his huge organ. "Julie, you're the best."

"I know. But now, help me figure out a way to get this lady in bed."



Mother is Debauched Ch. 04



The next morning, Marsha awoke from a deep slumber, the rays of the sun tippling into the darkened room, providing a misty embrace for the sixty four year old woman who last night reinvented her sexuality with the help of a vibrator and Kay's tongue. The memories of the last night's experiences flooded into her state of aroused sexuality, releasing years of repressed emotions. She felt such joy. She felt normal for the first time in many years. Turning, her dark brown eyes expected to see Kay sleeping on the other side of the king sized bed. But Kay was not there. "Could it be that late?" She was unaware that Kay had spent the night in her daughter Beth's embrace, each seeking sexual release. Instead, she believed that Kay had awoken earlier to have breakfast and go to work.

So Marsha languished in the encompassing warmth of the bed and the semi darkness of dawn; her fingers meandered to "her little penis." Only a short time ago, it was an instrument of much discontent; now a musical instrument with vast potential for playful pleasure. She recalled Dr. Lerner's words, 'many women would love to have your problem." Her instructions were to use an ointment in her labia, morning and evening, and wear silk to reduce dryness and irritation.

Marsha grabbed the tube of ointment on her night stand, poured a small amount on her index finger, which journeyed gently over the surface of her extended clitoris, feeling its cooling sensations penetrating deep into a vortex of amazing pleasure points. Skin to skin contact stirred up last nights passions quickly and enthusiastically, as her extended clitoris grew beyond its normal boundaries, reaching and reacting like a flower to sunlight. Last night it had been a vibrator and Kay's oral passion that energized her eroticism. Today was the creamy ointment and her light touch, compelling her forward towards ultimate pleasure. 

Masturbation was s hidden sin when she was growing up. She knew that her brother was warned he could be blinded by its power. As for maturing girls, it was definitely forbidden fruit. Every so often she heard about a girl friend doing something bad; but they were considered sluts. All sex was to be saved for marriage; which in her case became a painful sexual experience or more precisely, a non-experience. 

Now she was free to enjoy and to luxuriate in her sensuality. The release of repressed feelings made it even more enjoyable as her mind floated through the sexual embrace. In her thoughts, that she was going to seek out vibrator and dildo on the Internet sometime today, was a given. But for now her soft fingers would have to do all the work. 

Marsha's breathing became labored and her skin was reddening with desire for the release that was just over the horizon. Juices were flowing freely, filling her vagina, no, her pussy. She tweaked her nipples and cusped her breast as the waves coursed through her heaving body. She no longer was worried about being naked, fully embracing her turgid little penis as the source of her impending pleasure as she pressed against the warmth of the bed sheets.

The frigging motion on her swollen clit became more rapid. "Oooooooaaaah ----sweeeeet," she moaned again and again, as violent cascades of pure pleasure struck, once, then twice and even a third time, as Marsha's crimson coated body convulsed, her pelvis pushing up and out, again and again. Her mound covered with silky hair was saturated with love's sweet nectar. She pushed one, no two fingers into her contracting love hole, in and out, until she had a sudden aftershock. She longed for something firmer and longer, but for now fingers would have to do. She massaged her hardened clit yet again, creating another set of sharp emergent pulsations. "Omigod," she cried.

Finally, exhausted, she brought the warm blanket close against her, as she rested until her breathing returned to normalcy. "Wow," she thought, as she headed for a warm soothing shower, "what have I been missing all these years? Sex, recreational sex, that's for me!!!!!!" Sensing her enlarged clit, she whispered, "I really do have a special gift." 

Marsha examined her naked body after showering. "Not bad for a sixty four year old!" Her enlarged clit was barely visible as it peeked over the hood. Fortunately she had silk panties to slip on. She would have to go downtown to buy some more. She carefully lubricated the labial area surrounding her hood. 

Briskly, she walked down the stairs into the kitchen, suffused with the warm smells of freshly roasted coffee. Surprised, she saw Kay and Beth having their breakfast. "Gee, I thought you ladies would have been at work by now," looking directly at Kay. She thought she detected a blush on Kay's face. 

Beth spoke up, "No we're just smoozing. Bob and Charlie went to school about an hour ago. We'll be headed out in a few minutes." 

"I think Marsha is wondering where I slept last night. After you slumbered off, I went to talk to Beth. I must have fallen asleep in her bedroom."

"I have no right to ask."

"Mom, I think you might as well know, because you'll guess anyway. Beth and I sleep together on occasion. We're more than just friends, we're sexual partners."

"That's right, Marsha. I hope you will understand. We're not tried and true lesbians. I guess you could call us bisexuals. However, Beth is the only woman I sleep with. Or I did sleep with until you came into my life."

"I guess you told Beth about you and me."

"Mom, don't worry. I will keep your secret unless you release me. I think it's wonderful that Kay was able to help you. And I certainly don't mind sharing her with you."

"What Beth means, Marsha, is that if you want, we can become a threesome."

"Do you mean at the same time? That would be.......incest, wouldn't it?" Marsha was shocked at these revelations. 

"Mom, I don't know what you call it, but I do know that Kay and I have a beautiful arrangement which pleases us in many ways and it would be wonderful if we could share while you are visiting. I don't see what is wrong with experiencing joy and pleasure. And we are not procreating, so I am not sure that incest is the right term." 

"Both of us appreciate that this may be a bit startling. But you and I were intimate, and I expect that it was enjoyable. Rather than hide your sexuality; let's have an open relationship. After those many frustrating years of unfulfilled marriage, you deserve some sensual fun. And I think we could have a wonderful time together. Beth and I have never done a threesome and we'd love to experience the variety. Plus, I think that Beth is a wonderful and sensitive teacher so it would make the transition to your new life much easier. And I want to stress, we are not pure lesbians; we enjoy men for all they bring to the table."

"Mom, think about it today. We can discuss it further tonight after dinner."

"I must say I think it is better to be open about your relationships. It would have been awkward for Kay and me to be sleeping together, even for the short time I was going to be visiting here. I'll give your proposition some thought."

"Mom, I'll leave a DVD or two on the table in my bedroom. They show adult women having a good time with each other. Kay and I do some of the same things. You might give them a glance while we are gone. By the way, Bob and Charlie will be camping this weekend; so we have the house to ourselves."

Marsha nodded. She was speechless. The last two days have turned her world upside down. 

Kay and Beth left for work soon after, knowing that they had told Marsha only part of the story, leaving out their intimate relationships with Bob and Charlie. They knew that would be more than Marsha could absorb and might set her off. They wanted to ease her into their world. 

That morning, Marsha called Dr. Lerner's office to check the results of her test. The receptionist put her on hold. Then Dr. Lerner was on the phone. "Marsha, your test results were perfect. You are a very health woman. However, I have done some research on how to treat your condition and I have something I would like to share with you. Could you come into the office and discuss it with me. It will be after hours and there will be no charge."

"I guess so."

"Good. I look forward to seeing you. By the way I would prefer you would come in by yourself. I will put Samantha back on the phone to make an appointment."

"The doctor sees her last patient at 4 PM on Monday. Could you come in about 4:30? Is that OK?

"Yes. I think so."

"I know you are visiting our town. Dr. Lerner has a friend who lives near your daughter's house. Would you like a ride?"

"That would be lovely."

"Ok. His name is Todd. He will pick you up at 4. I will call to confirm earlier in the afternoon. Please tell your daughter that we will see you get back home safe and sound." 

After a light lunch, Marsha meandered into Beth's room. On her desk were two DVD's. She gingerly picked them up and retreated to the family room where the new Plasma 42" TV was housed. She pulled the blinds and settled in on the couch as the DVD player started playing. Marsha was unfamiliar with adult movies; but guessed that they were short on plot and long on action. She wasn't disappointed as a beautiful woman was captured, placed into a harem and was taught by two other women to be a sex slave. The two women, who had fulsome breasts, used sex toys to titillate her while she was lying on a red cushion, including a vibrator massaging her labia and what looked to be a vibrating egg, which was inserted in her vagina. Soon the woman was writhing with pleasure as she reached one climax after another. Then she was taught to suck and lick one of the older women as she helped her climax. 

There was romantic music in the background and Marsha had to admit that the scenes were hot sexual imagery. Marsha really perked up when one woman brought out a long dildo, with a penis head on each end, inserting one head in her vagina and the other end into the vagina of the second woman. The women began fucking each other while the third alternatively played with each of their breasts and nipples. Subsequently, the "prince" came in the room and had sex with the newly commissioned sex slave. The camera cut to the side of the room where the two sex teachers were laying down, with their bare pussies were pressed against each other, while they were tweaking their breasts and nipples, screaming loudly, trying desperately to have another orgasm, while observing the prince and his woman. 

Marsha stopped the action and replaced the first DVD. The second movie was about a young man exploring taboo sex. After an argument with his girl friend, the young man returned home to discover his sister and a girlfriend in bed, masturbating each other. Threatening disclosure to their stepmother, he forced them to have sex with him, which they thoroughly enjoyed. The camera kept focusing on the young man's huge penis, first being sucked and licked by both young women and then penetrating the girl friend., until he ejaculated on her breasts. The next day, the stepmother discovered the three of them in bed together. She was angry; but they overpowered her, tied her up, and forced her to watch them have sex with each other and then they focused on her. Tying her hands to the bed posts, they caressed and sucked her until she had several earth shattering climaxes. After releasing her binds, she was converted to being a sexual fiend, with several scenes of orgasmic sex with her stepson and the two young women. 

Marsha had seen enough. Her "little penis" was pulsing with energy and her juices were flowing profusely. If she didn't stop now, she would have to pleasure herself again. She had to calm down before Kay and Beth came home. She put the DVD's back and quickly noted their titles so she might see them again if she wished. 

She was glad she composed herself; because Bob and Charley barged in the house after school. 

"Hi, Mrs. Miller." 

"Hi, Grammy."

"Charlie, don't be so formal. Please call me Grammy too."

"Ok."

The boys devoured some snacks and went to their rooms to pack for their camping trip.

"Bye Grammy. See you Sunday night, as they charged out of the house."

Marsha couldn't guess that the boys were going to a camp site, where they would be treated by the matrons of the Sex Club. While she waited for Kay and Beth to come home, she felt conflicted on her next steps. "Maybe I should go home," she thought. But she couldn't face an empty house. And she wanted to experience her new found sexuality, but it would take time to develop the right relationships. She felt that she had too many postponements in her life already. But could she involve herself in a women's sex triangle with her daughter and best friend? 

Suddenly, her doubts dissipated. "I just told myself this morning that I not going to procrastinate any longer. I've been denied for many years because of self doubt, compounded by an uncaring husband. No more, no more," her mind cried out. "I am going for it." Marsha felt a great cloud lifting from her shoulders, as she eagerly anticipated the love to come, starting today. Her voracious sexual appetite, stimulated by watching pornography, was pining to be satisfied. She went to the entry hall, where she heard Beth and Kay's voices. She joined them and together went into the living room, where they enjoyed glasses of Merlot.

Suddenly, Marsha spouted, "I've thought about your proposition all day, and I've decided. If you're offering, I'm willing on one condition. I do not want to interfere with your lives. In a few weeks, I will go home. I may visit more often if you like; but only when the three of us agree."

"Mom, that's great, isn't it, Kay?"

"Absolutely, we are going to be great friends and lovers. And there is no time like the present. Let's play strip poker. The rules are that each starts with 10 pieces of clothing. Whoever becomes naked first has to perform something provocative and then be attended sexually by other two." 

Marsha counted nine on her body; so she had to add a piece of jewelry. As the game progressed, Marsha ran into a streak of bad cards. She lost seven out of fifteen hands, leaving her with her bra, panties and a necklace. "Oh my, I need to start winning," she laughed, as she sipped some more wine. She was feeling giddy and relaxed as she glanced around the room. Then Kay hit a bad streak and she caught up to Marsha, who only had her bra and panties remaining. Marsha picked up a pair of deuces and lost the next hand. With only a bit of hesitation, she unfastens her bra, freeing up her fulsome breasts to the admiring glances of Kay and Beth. Beth lost the next three hands; so she tied with Kay, with only her black lace bra and panties covering her nakedness. Marsha admired the cleavage shown by her partners. By this time, the women had drunk enough wine to heat the blood coursing through their veins. The musky smell of sexual juices flowing from their vaginas, drenching their panties, soon filled the room. Marsha's nipples were hardening at the sight of so much attractive flesh, especially since this was her first true exposure to attractive women. 

Marsha's eyes widened when Beth lost the next hand and her daughter's perky breasts and red tinged aureoles were finally exposed. She hadn't seen her naked since she was young child. Marsha found it hard to breath as the sexual tension rose around the card table.

As the next hand was dealt, Marsha was conflicted. If she lost, she would have to display her "little penis" to her daughter. Kay had already seen it in bed, under the covers. But this would be a more public venue. Alternatively, if Beth lost, her daughter would have to show her mother every inch. Secretly, she hoped that Kay would lose. But it was not to be. Marsha a pair of 10's but Kay had three of a kind and Beth picked up two pairs. 

"Mom, don't worry. We're not only related; but we're friends. Kay already told me about you. And I think that you are blessed to have something special. I only wish you had passed it onto me."

Heated by the psychological foreplay of exposed womanhood, Marsha could only whisper. "What kind of provocative act do you want me to perform?" 

"I think you should sit on the couch and spread your legs, so Beth and I could admire your lovely huge clit. I know that Beth has been pining all day to see it."

So Marsha did as she was told, pulling back the swollen outer lips of her labia, to expose her bud, prominently visible as her hood parted. 

Beth quickly knelt down on the floor observing her little penis, glistening with love nectar, exclaiming. "Mom, it's amazing. I can't wait to suck it dry!!" Marsha was a bit shocked at her daughter's language, but welcomed her compliments. Kay retreated quickly into the bedroom to retrieve the special lubricant, applying directly onto Marsha's erect clit, soothing its growing inflammation. 

"Oh my, that feels soooooo good," Marsha exclaimed, her love nectar seeping out of her vaginal opening on to the protective towel thoughtfully brought by Kay. Beth pressed her lips against the "little penis," provoking a huge sigh from Marsha. Kay's soft hands cupped Marsha's breasts, tweaking her nipples, massaging soft pliable flesh. Marsha's head fell back against the seat pillows, losing all sense of time and place, luxuriating in immense sensual pleasure provided by Kay and Beth. 

Beth found that Marsha's clit fit nicely in a cavity formed between her tongue and palette, creating a special vacuum, just as if she was blowing one of the boys. The fact that this was her mother made it even more erotic. She felt as if she could have a climax without touching herself; it was so exciting.

With full body arousal, Marsha was panting, her rate of breathing increased dramatically; her breasts glistened with sweat, her nerve endings stimulated beyond belief. The contractions started deep in her uterus, extending outward, her mind and body focused on the humongous climax emerging from deep within. "Oooooh, Omigod, I am cumminngggg. OH! OH! OH! Omigod, I can't stop. I can't stop." Her body kept convulsing while her vagina contracted over and over, pouring juices on to Marsha's lips, dribbling down her chin. 

In the meantime, Beth began frigging her pulsating clitoris, bring herself to the verge of orgasm. "Shoot, here I cum. too!!!!!!!!," she gasped, as she lay on the rug in direct sight of her mother. Beth's fingers stroked her private parts, spreading the taboo love nectar from her mother's excretions over her labia and clitoris. Beth's body shook when her intense orgasm erupted; leaving her pussy quivering with symphonic vibrations, heightened from a realization that she just had a sexual experience with her mother.

Kay could not contain herself. She sprang around the couch, kneeled putting her pussy right over Beth's mouth. "Suck me, suck me now," she pleaded. Beth stuck her tongue up into Kay's vagina, sending her into paroxysm of pleasure. 

"Lie down, so I can get at you," Beth directed. Kay complied and Beth tongued her swollen clit, sticking her fingers in Beth's inflamed pussy, as Marsha observed from the couch where she gently played with her still turgid clit, with gentle climaxes still pulsating from her throbbing organ. It didn't take long and Kay went over the top, as a huge orgasm snaked through her body, while clutching her breasts and pulling her nipples, in rhythm with Beth's tonguing action in her burning hole. "Sweet, sweet, this is sweeeeeeeet," she exclaimed when she orgasmed. Beth licked up the sweet nectar, mixing it with her mother's leftovers. "I could eat both of you all night."

"Don't say it twice. Or we'll take you up on your offer."

"Beth, do you mind if I have a taste. I've never tasted cum before." Beth offered some to her mother from her fingers. "Mmmmm, that doesn't taste half bad."




Mother is Debauched Ch. 04



"Mom, don't laugh. We like this stuff as a healthy dessert. Our sexual exertions plus good food keeps us trim." 

"Beth, I notice that both of you have trimmed your pubic hair."

"With just a small patch to protect our most sensitive areas, less hair seems to add to our sexual pleasure, better enabling our juices to interact with external stimuli." 

"Marsha, we could do yours as well. As I mentioned to you, it could also reduce irritation to your wonderful organ."

"Ok. Let's do it tomorrow."

"Mom, was there anything in the DVD's that turned you on?

"Well, there was one scene with the double headed dildo that looked interesting."

Kay disappeared for a moment. "Did it look like this sex toy?" Kay had an eighteen inch flexible dimpled purple dildo in her hands with two bulbous penis heads, one on each end." 

"Yes it did. I'm amazed, that's close to the toy in the movie."

"This toy is lots of fun. You made a wise choice."

"Any thing else?"

"Well, I'm embarrassed to admit it. But that scene from the second movie where the woman is sexually tormented while her hands are bound to the bed is also a turn on, especially since it's done with great sensitivity."

"Mom, I agree with you. But for now, we need to defer this discussion until tomorrow. I had a rough day at the office, and the wine and good sex has made me sleepy."

The three women embraced in a group hug. "This night was wonderful," they agreed, before they returned to their respective bedrooms. Kay used one of the boy's rooms tonight to give Marsha her own space. 

Marsh ruminated on yesterdays experience as she woke refreshed from a deep slumber. "Had she truly committed incest with Beth; or was it just a lovely dream?" In any case, she felt alive, truly alive, for the first time in many years. And whether it was technically incest or not, didn't seem to matter. The other thing, the lesbian identity, didn't worry her either. While she enjoyed what they did yesterday, she knew that it wasn't because it was a female to female experience. The warm affection Beth and Kay demonstrated that they truly cared, and it satisfied her intimate emotional needs. She had only a few short years to make up for a lifetime of frustration. 

After a good nights' sleep, Marsha surprised herself by precipitating the next experience. After showering and enjoying breakfast with Kay and Beth, she felt very frisky. "Why wait until nighttime to enjoy ourselves," she asked Kay and Beth? "We could do something while our bodies are not tired. It certainly would help me."

"Mom, I think that is terrific. You are so young looking that it is easy to forget there is an age difference."

"I am ready," proffered Kay. "Marsha liked the idea of the double headed dildo. That is definitely on top of my list as well. Let's head for the king sized bed."

The three women's juices were beginning to flow as they pulled the blinds and lighted some spice candles around the room to provide a more intimate atmosphere. 

"Mom, have you ever hear of the woman's G-Spot?"

"Does it really exist?"

"It does for Kay and I. It takes awhile to find it and massage it properly. But it produces some wild sex. Kay just gushes when we do it right."

"Beth doesn't do too badly either. And it is very satisfying emotionally, but draining physically." 

Marsha finds herself wedged between Kay and Beth, as their pear shaped pliable tits snuggle against hers. Soon her body begins its inevitable heated climb toward satisfaction, as the younger women caress and massage Marsha's aureole and breasts and rub their fingers around her mon venus, enclosing her special organ, fully moisturized by the ointment supplemented with her secretions. Kay kisses the nape of her neck while Beth nuzzles into her left breast, taking her nipple into her mouth, gently suckling and tonguing it to hardness. Kay kisses Marsha inner thigh, her lips progressing smoothly up to the snatch of pubic hair on Marsha's Mon Venus. Kay gently opens her bulging labial lips to expose Marsha's turgid bud, barely hidden by the hood. While Beth attends to the maternal breasts, Kay is enchanted by the little penis, licking it skyward, bringing it to full erection. Marsha gasps with pleasure as musky aromas emerge from her moisture laden opening. 

"Kay, Beth, please use the dildo. I need something hard in there."

Beth took the elongated purple organ and inserted it into Marsha's secreting vaginal canal. And then she leaned forward inserting the other bulbous head into her own pussy. Beth literally began fucking her own mother, wrapping her legs around her; and Marsha responded in kind, developing a rhythm as their pelvises pressed toward the center of the dildo; not quite reaching each other. Extra clitoral pressure was lovingly supplied by Kay; who used her fingers to alternatively frig Marsha's elongated organ and Beth's turgid clit. Marsha and Beth's bodies went into spasmodic overdrive, stirred by the taboo of incestuous sex. 

"Oh mom; oh mom, I hope you're enjoying this as much as I."

"Oh I am; this is fantastic." Marsha felt the bulbous dido stretch her inner core in a way it hadn't been filled in many years. The ridges were penetrating the vaginal wall, which was overflowing with love nectar. She affectionately reached out to touch Beth's bouncing orbs, cupping her turgid nipples in warm hands. Beth and Marsha were highly charged emotionally as sexual heat coursed through their veins, stirring their passionate proclivities toward each other. Time seemed to stand still for a brief moment as they looked lovingly, mother to daughter, in each others' misty eyes. 

"Jesus, I'm going to come, Kay, don't stop, don't stop playing, as Beth's creamy moisture oozed down the dildo, intermingling with her own.. Marsha exploded, "I'm cumming noooooooow!!!!!!!" 

Beth was also overcome with heated emotions and nearly simultaneous huge orgasmic contractions, lifting her body weight directly on to Marsha, forcing the dildo to bend between them... "Omigod, mommmmmmmmm."

Kay pushed her own heated pussy onto Beth's mouth as they sixty nined' while Marsha kept stroking her pulsating little penis with the huge dildo still hanging out of her pussy lips, watching Beth and Kay engage. Beth licked lovingly around the vagina, the outer labia, sticking her tongue inside, sending Kay into paroxysms of pleasure. 

Vibrating sensations took hold in their bodies, bringing Kay to a humongous climax, pressing against Beth's penetrating tongue. Beth sopped up Kay's wonderful juices dribbling onto her lips. Beth wrapped her limbs around the soft folds of Kay's bare pussy and began gently humping her. Both groaned with delirious pleasure. Beth, overcome with heated sexuality, climaxed a second time, as she frigged her sensitive nub; while Kay basked in the warm afterglow of her continuing orgasmic contractions, using two fingers pumping in and out of her love canal.

Beth and Kay returned to Planet Earth and relaxed briefly; then turned their attention to Marsha. 

"Spread your legs and lie back on the bed," Kay commanded as she inserted her fingers deep into Marsha's saturated vaginal opening, probing for that spongy G-Spot. "I found it, Beth. Marsha, how does it feel when I massage it?" 

"It sort of tickles at first, but keep it up. It's getting better. Oh gosh, it feels like I've got to pee."

"Don't worry, Mom. That's natural. Just relax."

For several minutes, Kay used Marsha's natural lubrication to caress the spongy piece of pleasure invoking flesh. Concurrently, Beth was caressing Marsha's breasts, tweaking her nipples in a joint love dance. Kay also provided gentle finger pressure upward from the G-spot toward her special organ. Marsha could feel her clit respond to the inner stimulation.

Because Marsha had already experienced one climax, it took a little while to get to the ultimate pleasure. "And getting there," Marsha thought, "is half the fun." Suddenly, Marsha's breathing became rapid as climatic contractions started in her uterus, emanating outward. She humped her hips up and down frantically, experiencing waves of pleasurable sensations.

"Oooooooaaaah, Oooooooaaaah, I'm cumming again," she gasped, as her love nectar gushed from her puffy pussy lips onto the sheets, forming a small puddle. "Oooooooaaaah, I can't stop; I can't stop," she cried out. Marsha had her first squirting episode, emitting a fountain of creamy liquid. She would never forget this pinnacle of pleasure, as her pelvis kept pulsating and contracting; her mound pushing forward again and again. Marsha's shuddering body finally collapsed. She felt like a rag doll, as her breathing slowly returned to normal. "My god, I can't believe what just happened." 

"Mom, was it good?"

"Why do you ask? It was wonderful."

The three women snuggled together, as they came down from their emotional highs.

Marsha opined. "I know that I made the right choice." 

"We do too," chorused Beth and Kay. 

"Mom, there is one more piece to the puzzle that we need to reveal to you. We love our boys."

"I know you love the boys, they are really fine lads."

"No, Marsha, what Beth is trying to say is that we really love them."

"Omigod, I can't believe what you're telling me. How could???????" Words were failing her. 

"Mom, it's simple. We didn't want them to knock up some slutty teenagers and ruin their lives. Also, your grandson was having hard time meeting girls. He lacked confidence."

"And Beth does not permit Bob to penetrate her. Except for foreplay, I take care of Bob and she takes care of Charlie. The boys couldn't be happier, and they do not tell their friends."

"The boys date without pressuring their girl friends for sex. And we date looking for a real relationship, not just physical release."

"Are you asking me to participate?"

"Only if you feel very comfortable with the idea of sex with young men, especially with one of them being your grandson? In any case, we have tried to be discreet with you living here; but the boys' needs have to be attended to soon. We didn't want you to be surprised."

"Marsha, let me say that I think the boys would love to have you in the mix. And I believe that you will learn to love being there for them as well. Our extended family is very caring and affectionate."

"I can't cope with this new revelation right now. I will have to give this idea more thought. In the meantime, give me some warning and I will go to a movie or retreat to my room if you and the boys are going to be intimate. But now, I think I need a nap."

Marsha retreated to her room and closed the blinds. As she lay on the bed, the memories of the last few days of sexual liberation floated across her vision. But a new vision overrode all her memories. Images of young virile men with huge members emerged in her brain. Initially she was shocked at what Beth and Kay related; soon she became engrossed, titillated and aroused. She visualized herself, squeezed between these young men, being romanced and eventually succumbing to their entreaties. She couldn't seem to overcome the arousal of forbidden pleasure. "Could she set some ground rules to avoid the taboo of incest?" It had been so long since a man had pleasured her. Eventually, she fell into a deep sleep, exhausted by energetic morning sex and the new sexual possibilities, presented by Kay and Beth. 

After a welcome nap, Marsha arose to find Beth eating a light lunch in the kitchen. "Have some tuna fish, Mom." "Thanks, I will. Where is Kay?" "She is shopping. She should be back in couple of hours."

"I'm glad we're alone, Beth," chomping on a delicious sandwich. "I wanted to discuss these new relationships with you in private." "Sure, go ahead mom. I'm glad it's out in the open."

"First, I do not judge what you have done. After the last few days, I feel that you have established a loving home. Certainly, I am the last one to criticize, given what I went through with your father for so long."

"You had it real tough. I am happy that Kay and I have had a part in your turn around."

"Let me finish my thoughts. What I want to say is that I find it very enticing to join with you and Beth. But I can not in any circumstance commit incest with my grandson. How do you avoid it?"

"Mom, I believe that incest was forbidden to keep from having bad babies—it was genetic. And the only sex that will produce babies is vaginal sex. So I do not let Bob penetrate me with his penis."

"But what do you do?"

"Mom, can you handle graphic detail?"

"Try me."

"We engage in all types of oral and anal sex. I think boys enjoy it the most these days. Bob's penis is not that large, which was affecting his self-confidence. But now he knows that it fits neatly into my mouth, which is very enjoyable for both of us. Also, he loves when I gently suck on one his testicles. And he has become an expert in pleasuring a woman orally, with great control and sensitivity. He explores all of my erogenous zones. We also engage in what the boys call tit fucking. I squeeze his pumping penis between my breasts to induce his ejaculation. I love when his sperm hits me in the chin. Bob loves to be masturbated too, so I use one hand to stroke his penis; while fondling his scrotum in my other hand. And very recently, I let him come in my back door, using lots of lubrication of course.

"You engaged in anal sex!!!!!"

"Yes, now Bob knows he has an advantage over other males because his smaller penis is easier for a woman to take inside. And it produces some wonderful orgasmic friction for me and he has huge ejaculations because of the tight fit."

"Do you do all of these things alone with Bob?"

"When we started, Kay and I stayed in separate rooms, trading off. Recently, the four of us have merged as a treat for special occasions. We will act out a sexual fantasy, concocted by one of the boys. I must say it has been very titillating when we do." 

"Where would I fit in?"

"The boys have great imaginations."

"And does Kay follow your version of incest."

"Kay has come around. She originally wanted Charley inside her. But now she agrees with me."

"And I assume that Charley and you have completely natural relations."

"Right, Charlie is blessed with an elongated member, about eight inches when it is steel hard. And it is very fulfilling, believe me."

"Beth, just listening to you has been very arousing. But I need something to push me over the line. Would you.....would you?"

"What, mom?"

"I think if the first time, I wouldn't have a choice in the matter, it would be easier to justify."

"You mean like the woman in the adult video, being forcibly restrained."

"Well something like that. I will leave it to your good judgment."

"Bob and Charlie have been taught not to force themselves on any woman; that women want to be romanced. So I'm not sure how to deal with this."

"I agree that romance and affection are important; but for me to take this huge step, I need to have a compelling reason."

"You mean if you are forced to crave it; you couldn't help yourself----out of control."

"That would be ok, too."

"I think it might be possible. I'll discuss it with Kay tonight."

The boys returned from camp Sunday afternoon and the rest of the weekend passed quickly. Marsha found herself alone on Monday with the boys at school and Kay and Beth at work. 

On Monday afternoon, a nice looking young man rang her door bell at 3'oclock. He was the anointed driver for her medical appointment. Marsha couldn't help glancing over at Todd, who was very virile and handsome, with broad shoulders and wavy black hair. He was the model of courtesy as he dropped her at Dr. Lerner's for her scheduled appointment. "Dr. Lerner will call me when you're ready to return home."

Samantha greeted her warmly when she entered the reception area. "Good afternoon, Dr Lerner will be with you briefly. Our last patient just left."

"Marsha, please come into my office. I am so glad you could come in. I have some wonderful news to discuss with you," she spoke, as Marsha entered into her private office. Marsha couldn't help but admire the attractive doctor with a comforting smile. Her tight lab coat revealed a curvy body wrapped in a tight skirt. And substantial cleavage was visible as several buttons on her blouse were unbuttoned, revealing prominent breasts. 

"Marsha, after you left the office the other day, I did some research on ointments that could be helpful to someone with your condition. I know I prescribed one that I thought would be useful, but I wanted to be certain there was nothing else better."

"Well, the one you suggested has been.....very soothing."

"That's wonderful, but there may be something even better. I ordered it for you because it is only available by prescription. According to my research, it is not only soothing; it also has some properties that could make it..........stimulating. If it works for you, it would be useful in certain, shall I say, limited conditions."

"Please explain."

"In addition to soothing any irritation, it makes your clitoris less sensitive initially, prolonging the pleasure of reaching a climax."

"How long does this condition last?"

"The data is weak; but definitely not longer than 12 hours."

"What circumstances would this ointment be useful?"

"If you don't mind, I'll have to be graphic."

"OK."

"The large number of nerve endings in your enlarged clitoris may cause a very quick, intense orgasm; voiding the typical build up enjoyable to you and your partner. This product will slow down the whole process while ensuring a successful result for both you and your partner. You wouldn't have a quick premature climax. However, once sufficiently aroused, your eruptions should be volcanic!!!!"

"Could that prove to be too much emotion for a woman my age?"

"I doubt it. You are very healthy. And all product tests were safe and effective on healthy women. However, the company is looking for a marketing strategy. So you could be paid to test it for them and together, we would advise them on how to market this product."

"How would this happen?"

"If we ran an experiment under my auspices in the office, I would record your reactions and submit it to the company. They would pay $500 per session which I would split with you. Plus you would receive a years' supply of the ointment free."

"How would the experiments work?"

"We would apply the ointment and then observe your reactions with different partners and different time frames. We would conduct three sessions."

"You're talking about live experiments!!!" 

"Yes, that is the only way we can get your true reactions." 

"Who?"

"Well, Samantha, my young assistant, for one. And that the nice man, Todd, who drove you here, is another. Let me assure you that they will have signed binding privacy agreements not to reveal anything that happens."

"Is there anybody else? You said there were three sessions."

"You could suggest someone. But if you wouldn't mind, I would love to participate directly in the experiment where both parties used the product. So we could compare reactions."

"It's tempting to participate in original research. And it might even be fun. But I just can't do it. It's....it's."

"What?

"Well, it's just too clinical for my tastes. After all, all of you are strangers. And I need emotional support for anything sexual. It's just my nature.

"Of course, we wouldn't want to force you in any way?"

"Listen, why don't we do a baseline measurement while you're here? I'll give you a sample of the new ointment to try out. And you can take a few days to think about it."

"How would we do a baseline?"

"Have you ever seen or used a clitoris stimulator?"

"No."

Dr. Werner pulled one out of the drawer. "It's just a small flat vibrator that is attached to a finger tip and used to bring the clitoris to orgasm. Many women use it to masturbate. It is useful for research because we can measure the time it takes to reach a climax under specific degrees of stimulation. We will take a measurement today without using the new ointment. You could do it in a private office if you wish. And then you could take the stimulator home. A few minutes after you apply the ointment in the privacy of your bedroom, use it to masturbate. Then call Samantha to let her know how long you took to reach a climax and grade its intensity from 1 to 10." "Your advice was so helpful to me. I guess I could do something for you in return."




Mother is Debauched Ch. 04



"Samantha, take Marsha to our private office and show her what to do. We will pipe in some mood music for you.

Marsha followed Samantha to a rear office with a lounge chair. The lights were dim. "Mrs. Miller, on the table is a timer. You press the start button whenever you're ready. The vibrator is already set to a specific speed. You can use the switch on the base unit. You can lock the door to insure your privacy. But since no one but Dr. Lerner and I are here, you don't have to worry." 

After Samantha left, Marsha quickly got undressed. The room was warm so she didn't need any cover. All this talk about sex with the Doctor was unsettling, but her body found it stimulating as well. She was secreting quite a bit already. Her libido which had been repressed for many years made her especially desirous of sexual gratification. And now she had a new toy to try out. 

She could feel the vibrator hum as she reclined comfortably in the lounge chair, her feet comfortably on the chaise. Her sex organ was fully out from its hood. Marsha loved the warm air flowing around her naked body, sensually caressing her little penis, where she applied the new ointment. Her clit immediately became aroused and fully turgid as she fingered herself. Then she fitted the vibrator on her index finger and turned it on, sensations climbing her index finger. Lovingly she stroked the center of sexual feeling, stretched out to meet her gentle touch. It wasn't very long that heat spread through her mound into the very heart of her uterine wall, pulsating with pleasure. Based on her previous sessions, she expected to start ripping off one orgasm after another. But this was different. Her body sensations seemed to elevate then level off, suspending her in an aura of pleasurable pinpoints. Involuntarily her mind focused on her affair with Kay and Beth; but soon she switched to a fantasy with Bob and Charlie, imagining her to being between them, both caressing and arousing her to new heights.

Suddenly, her body began tightening and she was gasping for air as electrical shocks coursed through her veins. "OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH MY GOD," she screamed, as several intense erotic shock waves, like she had never experienced, cascaded out of her inner self. Writhing in sexual ecstasy, oceans of pleasure convulsed her inner self. Involuntarily, she withdrew the vibrator from her pulsating clit. The feeling from her climaxes was simultaneously wonderful and painful. Before, inserting her free hand into her pussy, which was producing a prodigious amount of cum, she removed the vibrator and gently frigged her clitoris, in rhythm with her fingers penetrating her pussy. A final orgasm erupted, sending her heart beat into overdrive. "OOOOOHHH," she groaned." Breathing heavily, she glanced at the timer. It had been almost 20 minutes since she began her explorations. The doctor had certainly been right, this new ointment was amazing.

She had no idea that Todd, Samantha and Julie were observing her self pleasuring, using two hidden cameras—one for long shots and one for close-ups, as she pushed the timer switch off. 

"What do you intend to do with the tapes, Dr. Lerner? Samantha spoke up as they relaxed in overstuffed chairs. "I am hoping that once I tell her I have them, she will be more cooperative. But I would never show them to anyone else. It could compromise my practice if someone found out. Based on what we witnessed, I doubt if we're going have any problems. I may not even have to use the tapes. She looked like she had the sexual experience of her adult life." 



Mother is Debauched Ch. 05



Marsha was bone weary after coming home from Dr. Lerner's office. Her masturbation had been extremely intense, just like the Dr. expected. So after dinner with Beth and Kay, and an hour of television, she felt ready for bed. But Marsha had one thing on her mind that she needed to tell Beth and Kay. "I wanted to tell you both that I appreciate very much your willingness to include me in your adventures with Bob and Charlie. But after giving it some thought, I need to decline. It's not a moral issue; it's more of a relationship thing. I want to....I expect to have a more old friend-to-young friend relationship with my grandson. Sex would get in the way."

"It's okay Mom, we understand your feelings, and we respect your wishes."

"I'm glad. And I think that you and Kay have the best interests of your boys in how you have approached them. It's just not for me. I'll only be here two more weeks; so if you want me out of the house one night, I'll go to the movies."

"We'll let you know."

"And let me be clear. I have no problem in what the three of us have been doing. No problem whatsoever. It has given me a new lease on life. I just have to find some way to extend it when I return home."

"Mom, how was your medical appointment?"

"Dr. Lerner gave some new cream to try out...on my condition. Oh, I can be frank with you...my clitoris."

"Have you tried it yet?" Kay broke in.

"I tried a little in the office. It was very good so far. I promised to report back to her. I am getting tired; so I am going to turn in early."

"Ok Mom. See you tomorrow. And by the way, you would be more than welcome to move here to be close to us. It's something for you to think about."

The next morning, Marsha was having a second cup of coffee. Beth and Kay had already left when the phone rang. It was Samantha, from Dr. Lerner's office. 

"How are you, Marsha?"

"I'm fine."

"Dr. Lerner asked me to follow up with you to schedule another appointment that she mentioned yesterday."

"I'm not ready to make an appointment, yet."

"Dr. Lerner will be extremely disappointed, and frankly so will I."

"What do you mean?"

"I guess there is no harm in telling you, but I watched your tape last night. It was very sexy." 

"Tape????"

"Didn't the doctor tell you? She always tapes these sessions, as protection from patient misconstruing her intentions."

"Omigod"

"I didn't mean to alarm you; I shouldn't have said anything. But frankly, I was eager to participate in the little experiment. Dr. Lerner said I would be the first. Your special condition is amazing."

Marsha's heart was beating fast. "Samantha, would you be able to retrieve that tape for me. I would be glad to....pay you something."

"I guess the tape could be embarrassing to your friends and family if it got in the wrong hands. Well, I shouldn't, but you seem like a very nice lady. And it isn't fair that the doctor didn't warn you. But I would need something from you in return, but not money."

"What?"

"Sort of...an in-kind exchange. As I said, I was looking forward very much to our little experiment."

"You mean you and me???"

"Well, my boy friend always had an interest in observing two women, if you know what I meant. But he would be discrete; he would never talk to anybody. In return, I would take the risk of retrieving the tape without Dr. Lerner's knowledge to give it to you."

"Who is your boy friend?"

"Well, you met him. It's Todd, the man who drove you here." Marsha remembered the handsome, virile young man from the car. It could be worse; but could she trust them, she thought? On the other hand, what did she have to lose? And she had to get the tape back.

"Ok, I'll do it. But only if I get to see the tape beforehand."

"It's a deal. Would you come to our apartment this afternoon? We are closing the office early because the doctor is attending a seminar. Todd will pick you up at 1:00, and he will get you back by dinner time. And bring some of the cream the doctor gave you. I'd like to try some." 

"This is going better than I expected, Todd; she didn't offer much resistance. We are going to have lots of fun today, and we don't have to get some slut off the street for our sexual fantasy. She is safe and discrete."

"You're a dreamboat, Samantha. But aren't you taking a risk in taking the tape?"

"Look, I will make a copy. So if the doctor presses me about why it is lost, I can always find it. But she wasn't being very ethical with her patient; so I don't think she will make a big issue. She has lots of friends who will play her sex games; she doesn't really need Marsha." 

Marsha was picked up by Todd on time and found herself entering a cozy one bedroom apartment on the trendy north side of town. 

"Glad to see you, Marsha. Have a seat on the sofa; while I set up the tape."

Samantha was dressed in a tight fitting top which showed her curvy figure. She was much more buxom than Marsha remembered from her brief encounter in the office. Clearly, she wasn't wearing a bra; her nipples were prominently visible. Her short skirt rode high as she bent to put the tape, revealing firm buttocks. 

Marsha fixated on the screen; her naked body was displayed in all its glory, laying on the familiar table in office, placing the cream on her distended clitoris, a shot taken from close range. Marsha was shaken by the tape; yet attracted to her own sexual performance. After a few minutes, she was convinced that this tape should never be seen by anyone. She could see herself in an internet porn show. "Ok, you can shut it off."

Samantha was waiting for the right moment. "Marsha, Todd and I have discussed this issue. We agreed that we don't want to force you into anything. So you can have the tape, and Todd will take you home. However, if you want to engage with us; we can have a very good time. Whatever happens here will stay in the room. This is an experience that we think it can be made enjoyable for the three of us."

For a moment Marsha was shocked. "You mean I can walk out now."

"We hope you don't; but yes. But if we start; we want to finish, with a commitment that we are interested in your pleasure as much as ours." 

Marsha thought about her new ideas about recreational sex, though it was being tested a bit quicker than she thought. And at least what was being proposed wasn't incest. She still had regrets about drawing a line she wouldn't cross with her grandson and friend. And Samantha and Todd were very attractive sex partners. "Are both of you clean, if you know what I mean?" 

"Absolutely," assured Samantha.

"And no pain or bondage or things like that?"

"We're not into the kinky stuff," Todd interjected.

Marsha amazed herself by saying, "Ok. How do we proceed?" 

"Todd wants to observe you and me getting it on, becoming orgasmic. Then he will become part of the scene and for us to help him ejaculate by being very oral, if you know what I mean. After that, he thinks that he will have enough stamina to pair with one of us to help each woman to climax orally and vaginally. Does that sound good?" 

"It's a bit breathtaking. But I'm game. Do you want to apply the cream that I brought? It slows down the build up; but creates a huge after shock."

"Yes; but let's start by applying it to each other? I can't wait to see your amazing clit up close!!!! Let's go into the bedroom. Todd is going to sit on the chair in the corner and observe." Samantha quickly stripped to the bare essentials. Marsha was amazed at her ample bosom with full nipples, just waiting to be sucked. And like Kay and Beth, she was fully shaved around her slit, with only a small wisp of brown hair in the triangle above. Marsha reminded herself that she was going to do the same very soon. Marsha also stripped, albeit at a more deliberate pace, lay on the bed, revealing her huge clit to Samantha's piercing glare. "This is truly amazing. You have a wonderful asset." Samantha picked up a small amount of cream on her finger, mindful that she didn't want to shut her down completely, and rubbed it on Marsha's little penis, glistening red with creamy moisture. Marsha returned the favor to Samantha, whose clitoris hid under a hood, emerging to the smooth feel of a sensual touch.

"Talking about assets, I wish I had your spongy bosom laying high on your chest." 

"Yea, Todd likes it as well especially since I can tongue my own nipples. He also likes to be squeezed between the two bosoms." 

"I'll bet he does."

"Ok, let's put on a real show for Todd. His penis will react as you will see. Let's make passionate love with each other, kissing and nuzzling, just as if we were true lesbians. And then we will do a sixty-nine, if you get the drift. I can't wait to suckle your extended clit. And we can watch Todd play with himself out of the corner of our eyes." Marsha couldn't believe what she was doing. Only a few days ago, she never would have considered the possibility of rubbing her body against another woman's breast let alone gently tweaking turgid nipples between her fingers. And experiencing the feathery touching of a beautiful young woman in her erogenous zones would have been inconceivable. Kay had started her in this direction and her own daughter had been both an object and a subject of woman lovemaking. And now she was experiencing even more depravity as she glanced at a virile Todd, playing with his member in the corner of the room, waiting for the opportunity to join them. And my goodness, his penis was certainly ample, more than she had with her husband. Even not fully distended, it looked to be at least eight inches and very broad. The thought of him inside of her made her shudder. 

For now, Marsha had a pussy staring her in the face as she felt Samantha begin to suckle her own wonderful instrument of pleasure. Marsha's tongue flicked out at Samantha's sensitive parts, wanting to make her feel the same pleasurable sensations she was experiencing from her tongue. Both women were measuring the pleasure in minutes, rather than seconds, as the creamy application slowed the gradual tilt to the top of the mountain that both were soon craving. Samantha was the first to peak as she explored the little mountain that was Marsha's pleasure palace. "I'm going to cumm; I'm going to cumm.," she cried out as much for Todd's benefit as her own, as the creamy white mixture exuded from her opening onto Marsha's willing, sucking mouth. 

Then Marsha emitted heavy breaths as her own moment with sexual destiny emerged, bursting into a thousand rays. "Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhh, me tooooooooooooooo." The waves of pleasure flowed through her heaving body. Neither woman wanted the pleasure to stop so both suckled each other fiercely, as their bodies heaved to and fro in released ecstasy. The sexual aftershocks continued until they could take no more as Samantha released Marsha from her grip, rolling over. 

Samantha was the first to speak. "That was fantastic. Do you want some wine?" 

"I prefer orange juice." 

"Great, I'll be right back."

"Todd, did we put on a good show for you?"

Samantha brought in some wine and juice. 

"It was great!!!!!"

"Well, you helped out. I couldn't help but watch you out of the corner of my eye. You seemed to be enjoying yourself." 

"And I have to admit, so was I."

"I'm glad; I knew this would work for all of us. Now Todd can join us to make a real orgy, assuming you still have some energy."

"Samantha, I never thought I would hear myself say that I can't wait to feel Todd inside of me. That will just top off the day."

"Good, because I am still oh so wet and hot. Todd, you have done well to hold it in. Now it's your turn to lie on the bed. Fortunately, ours is king size."

Following Samantha's lead, the two women got on their knees, one on each side of Todd. Samantha began licking Todd's awesome member, stretching it to well over eight inches, fully engorged with blood. First, Marsha caressed his testicles, which shrunk within his body the more his penis expanded. Then she used her tongue, making sure not to interfere with Samantha. It was a bit tricky, but she got the hang of it. In a few minutes, Todd's lower body was heaving. "Gee this is great," he expostulated. Samantha and Marsha switched places and Marsha felt the wonderful ripples of his penis on her tongue. Then Samantha grabbed the lead back and inserted his penis head in her grasping mouth as Marsha continued to play with his testicles. Pre-cum began oozing from Todd's penis slit.

Samantha stopped sucking and said "Give him a hand job." Without further ado, Marsha used Todd's fulsome pre-cum to stroke his penis to and fro, while Samantha shoved her ample bosom into his face. Then Samantha and Marsha traded places once again; Samantha had more power in her grip and would occasionally flick her tongue over Todd's engorged juicy penis head while giving him a hand job. She was much more practiced than Marsha. In a few seconds, Todd arched his back and streams of semen spurted onto Samantha's face and down his ample penis. "Wowwwwwww. Wowwwwwww. Nnnnnnnnnn. Nnnnnnnnnn, Todd cried out in sheer joy as his semen juices flowed. Samantha kept up her stoking until Todd was completely drained. 

"Todd, before you get soft. Slide into Marsha. Marsha, lay down on the edge of the bed and wrap your legs around Todd."

Soon Marsha was experiencing the wondrous stretch of an eight inch plus penis rippling against her sensitive innards, reddish pink from foreplay and Todd's pubic hair pressing against her still sensitive exposed clit. She told herself, "dildos and vibrators provided great sensations and huge climaxes; nothing was as good as a huge penis penetrating her inner sanctum." 

Samantha added to Marsha's pleasure by rubbing her pear shaped breasts and fingering her huge clit after it rose to its full height. Marsha was in depraved rapture as her body and mind began escalating to the next level of extreme sensuality. She tried to return Samantha's favor by kneading and caressing her fulsome breasts, heavily hanging near her mouth. Marsha's mind and body were engaged in the full sensuality of torrid eroticism. The desensitizing cream had worn off as her pleasurable sensations started up the mountain peak, her little penis throbbing on its own will, and her innards racing simultaneously toward a fantastic vaginal orgasm that she had not experienced in a lifetime of cold sex with a neglectful husband. "Omigod, Omigod, don't stop, don't stop." 

She creamed profusely and suddenly; erotically bursting into full flame. Marsha's clitoris hit the on button and her vaginal wall violently contracted. She couldn't stop heaving. "Keep it up; Keep it up, Oh my, Oh my," she cried to no one and to every one. Marsha could hardly make out Todd's or Samantha's faces, as multiple orgasms exploded inside and outside her vaginal zone, clouding her vision with tears. After what seemed a lifetime, she reached out to touch her breasts and throbbing little penis, rubbing gently to soothe the sensual ache as she came down from a sexual high, her body gradually relaxing from the ultimate in pleasurable tension.

Todd was smug. Samantha was smiling. "I told you we would have a good time."

"But you only came once." 

"Not true, I was pressing on my clit with one hand, taking myself as I was feeling your bliss. Playing with your little cock was sensationally erotic. And I think Todd came a second time inside you, didn't you?"

Todd nodded affirmatively, as he looked happy but exhausted. "Besides, Todd and I may have a second chance later tonight because when we discuss what happened this afternoon, it will get us going." 

After Marsha got dressed, the two women hugged each other. As Marsha collected the tape, Samantha offered one last comment. "Before Todd takes you home, I want to say that if you decide that this afternoon was an experience that you want to duplicate, give me a call. I wrote down my private number on this card. I know you don't live here; but you do visit occasionally."

"I also want to say how much I appreciate you giving me a choice. It made all the difference. I don't know if I could do this type of sex again; but I do know that if I do, it will be with Todd and you."

Samantha and Marsha hugged again. "That's all I could ask. Todd, take her home."

Samantha told herself that she was going to destroy the second tape when she got to the office tomorrow. "Doctor, be dammed."

After Marsha went home to a pleasant dinner with Beth and Kay, the three chatted for a bit over coffee.

"Mom, what did you do today?" 

"Oh, I had a pleasant shopping experience. I didn't buy anything, but I saw some really nice things that I could have in the future."

"I'm glad. By the way, Friday night is the boys' night with Kay and I. Since you don't want to join us, make plans. You can borrow one of our cars. We need about two or three hours alone."

Marsha immediately thought of Todd and Samantha, but she didn't think she could do it again so soon. But she realized it was a serious option; not just a one time event. Her new sexual explorations had resulted in a depraved and debauched woman. She smiled. The rest of her life was going to be much better than she ever expected. In her mind a strong voice said "I think I should move here to be near Kay and Beth and my new friends." As she walked upstairs to bed later that night, her pubic area began stirring as blood started surging into her pleasure point. A few days ago, she would have been embarrassed. Now she wondered if she had enough energy to do something special with her special organ.