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Shh...

By: aimee_mattingly



"Shh, you go over there."

"Get her hands."

She stirred in her sleep, turning on her side and stretching her legs in the sleeping bag. In the next moment her hands were roughly pulled above her head and a hand put over her mouth. Her eyes flew open and she stared at the men around her. Her muffled questions were lost as she tried to figure out why Tom was holding her hands above her head and Dan had his hand over her mouth. Shaun knelt by her feet while Matt and Jay were on either side of her.

Shaun smiled and unzipped the sleeping bag from around her. "We're not going to hurt you. It's just a big of an initiation." He tugged down her pajama pants and panties. Frightened, she kicked away from his and tried to scoot away, moving up into Tom's lap who was behind her. Dan's hand slipped from her mouth.

"What are you doing?" she gasped. She didn't dare scream for help, the boys were sleeping outside in another tent.

Shaun grabbed for her feet and pulled her back into a horizontal position. Dan clamped his hand back over his mouth and Jay moved away looking for something. "No moms are usually welcomed in the pack. But we like you. This is the only way to accept you."

She protested again, the words not understandable with Dan covering her mouth. In the dim light of the lantern in the corner, she could see his pants around his knees and his hard cock out. As Shaun spread her legs, her muscles strained as she try to free her hands or move away from him.

"She shaves, nice," Jay said returning to the group with bandanas in his hand. The other guys murmured their agreement.

Shaun positioned himself between her legs and tried to push forward. She screamed in protest, the sound barely audible. She had to find a better way to get their attention. She licked Dan's hand and then lightly bit it with her teeth. Surprised he pulled away and she took a deep breath. "I'm not wet, uh, some foreplay?"

The guys laughed. "Even when being raped, she has to have control," Shaun said with a smirk. "But Jay's still tying the bandanas on you." Tom held her hands together and Jay knotted one around her wrists. Tom kept her hands in his still, sitting right behind her head. Jay waded another bandana into a ball and jammed it into her mouth before wrapping one around her head.

"Blind fold?" Jay asked.

"Nah, let her watch," Shaun said. He had stopped trying to force his dick into her and was lightly rubbing her clit. She squirmed.

Matt lifted her shirt to reveal her breasts. "Beautiful. The young ones are so much nicer." She knew she was at least five years younger than Matt, more than fifteen from Dan's age. After admiring her, Matt put his head down over her chest and sucked her nipple into her mouth. She couldn't help groaning in pleasure and the men all chuckled.

"Ah well, it's alright if she enjoys it a bit."

"Better than tears and blood." She felt light-headed at his words.

Shaun's finger found her hole and pushed in. He laughed and she felt her face turn red. Matt's expert suckling on her breasts was making her wet. Jay fondled the other breast, lightly pinching the nipple into a stiff peak. She squirmed under all their attention. Tom gently stroked the hair on her head and she looked up. His eyes held pity for her and as her body betrayed her, she felt like crying.

Shaun pushed her knees up and legs apart. He stroked his cock a few times with his hand before pushing into her.

"Rrrgh," she complained as his hard dick stretched her open. There was still enough fear in her to keep her pussy from being as wet as it normally would be. Matt and Jay had pulled away from her breasts to allow Shaun more room to push inside her. She glanced to her side and Dan had his cock out and was stroking it as he watched Shaun fuck her.

"Cum inside or not?" Shaun asked, panting as he fold his tempo. She didn't like his weight on her and the way he was pushing her down on the hard ground.

"Go ahead," Dan said. He stood and seemed to be next in line.

"Her breasts are awesome," Matt said and squeezed them in his hands. She involuntarily tensed and the extra tightness pushed Shaun over the edge. He groaned and leaned into her as he came.

"I bet she'd be quiet if I wanted a blow job," Jay said looking at her face. She wasn't sure if she should agree or not so she held still. The immediate shock of the men around her was wearing off and she couldn't believe they were using her like this.

Shaun pulled out with a sigh and sat back away from her. She clamped her legs closed and the men laughed. She could feel Shaun's cum dripping out of her.

"Help me flip her over. Have you seen her ass in a pair of jeans?" They murmured their agreement at her fine rear end. She protested by shaking her head but they ignored her. Jay and Matt easily flipped her over onto her knees with her ass up in the air and her chest against the ground. Her arms were still stretched out over her head. Tom let her rest her head in his lap, she turned her face away from his crotch and squeezed her eyes shut.

Hands rubbed her ass, she guessed Dan's but didn't want to look. He pulled her butt cheeks apart and she squirmed, not enjoying feeling so exposed. He took his time looking at her and she wished he would hurry up and get his turn over with. He slapped her ass and she jumped and sobbed softly in Tom's lap. Dan finally pushed his cock into her and she almost sighed in relief. The sooner this was over, the better.

He wasn't very big, she was relieved to learn. This position left her feeling too vulnerable. He put his hands on her hips and began pistoning in and out, his balls hitting her upper thighs. Shaun's cum lubed her and made Dan's fast fucking less painful that it could have been. He made obscene sounds as he came, she was glad when he was done with her. He patted her ass as he pulled out. "Ah, that was fucking great."

"Jay, you next?" Shaun asked, appearing on at her side. His hands caressed her ass before his finger dipped into her pussy. She suddenly realized that they might have more than one go each at her, this could last all night. His finger flicked over her clit, causing her to jump. Tom put his hand on her back as if to calm her.

"I think I want a blow job. You're up, Matt."

"Alright."

She closed her eyes. She liked Matt. She had liked most of them although Shaun and Dan had always made her a bit uneasy. Tom and Jay, she had thought were her friends.

"Hey, it'll be alright." Matt said touching her shoulder. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. "On your back, okay?" She nodded and he assisted her in rolling over. Tom tucked a pillow under her head and held her hands in his own. Matt moved between her legs and leaned over her, kissing her ear. "I'd like you to enjoy this if you can," he whispered. She looked into his eyes and nodded. Satisfied, he moved back down her body, taking a moment to kiss and fondle her breasts again. Closing her eyes and trying not to think about exactly what was happening to her, she sighed as his mouth pleasured her sensitive breasts. If she had to be truthful, she has always wondered what he would be like to fuck Matt. She could possibly enjoy him.

He spread her legs and hooked her knees over his shoulders, lifting her ass off the ground. She stared at him as he adjusted himself to enter her. He moved his hands to her hips and pushed into her. The different angle hit all her G spot and she found herself panting against the gag as he stroked in and out. She felt flush all over and her nipples tighten on the own. Matt noticed her increased wetness and smiled, enjoying her desire for him. "Good girl," he encouraged and speed up his fucking.

She came. She knew she shouldn't but Matt's dick felt so good in her pussy. She thrashed her head from side to side and gripped Tom's hands tightly. She moaned and groaned, the loud sounds understandable through the cloth. Matt kept up his speed through her orgasm, prolonging it. As she began to come down, he finished, letting her legs fall to his sides and he collapsed on top of her. He placed kisses on her face and whispered into her ear, "You are fucking amazing, thank you."

Shaun laughed and ruined her mood. "I knew the little slut could like it. No one dresses like she does and shaves her pussy without enjoying sex." She frowned at him but Matt stayed over her, almost as if protecting her from Shaun.

"My turn," Jay said, nudging Matt out of the way. Matt reluctantly left her and she shivered as his body heat left her. Jay moved into her view. He untied the bandana from her mouth and took out the ball of cloth. She stuck her tongue out, her mouth felt dry. "Don't scream," he warned. "You wouldn't want to scare the boys." She nodded even though she could speak again.

Tom let go of her hands. "I don't want to be that close to your dick," he said as he moved away. She almost asked him to stay. His constant touch through all to this so far had been comforting.

"On your hands and knees," Jay ordered and pulled his dick out of his pants. He stood over her, waiting for her to move into position. She rolled onto her stomach and worked her way up into the way he wanted, a little wobbly as her hands were still tied together.

"No teeth," he warned as he held his cock close to her face.

"I know."

He stroked himself with his hand and she tried to work some spit into her mouth. "Do you swallow?"

She frowned. "Actually, yes," she answered honestly. She heard Shaun laugh behind her.

Jay grinned. "I wouldn't have expected any less of you." She opened her mouth and he guided the head into her. Might as well get it over with, she decided.

She took him into her mouth as far as she could, testing her gag reflex. Her tongue rubbed the underside, moistening it. Jay groaned. "Oh god, she's good." She felt the veins in his dick throb. He wasn't going to last long, she thought. His wife must not give blowjobs if he was reacting so strongly to only being in her mouth before she had begun to do anything. Instead of just getting it over with, she changed her mind and wanted to give him the best blowjob of his life. She let the head of his cock bump the back of her throat while swallowing to keep herself from choking on him.

"Aaiii," he said trying to pull himself out. She kept the suction on and gently put her teeth around the head to keep him in. His body shook as he tried to keep the control that she was quickly taking away from him. His hand went to the back of her head even though she had no intention of letting go. Her tongue swirled over the head before she moved forward to begin taking him all back into her mouth. She sucked and licked and even moaned a little over his cock. She had to admit he did have a nice dick for blowjobs, straight, not too long, and thick enough to fill her mouth. She sucked a little harder and pulled him to the back of her throat again, her nose bumping his lower belly. He groaned and his hand clenched her hair. She felt his dick throb again as he spurted his cum into her mouth. She swallowed quickly to avoid gagging, the extra suction causing him to hunch over her in pleasure.

Jay sat down in front of her, pulling his cock out of her mouth with a little pop. He shuddered and she couldn't help grinning.

"Jay," Shaun teased.

"Damn," was all he could say in response.

"Tom, your turn," Shaun said.

She put her ass down, sitting on her feet. She blushed as she realized what a show she had just given to the other guys. Her hands were tied in front of her and her shirt was still above her breasts.

"Nah, you know I never go for these things." She couldn't meet Tom's eyes even though she knew he was watching her.

"Suit yourself," Shaun answered. He patted the top of her head and she wrinkled her nose. "We'll be back. And don't you dare tell your husband because I'll tell him how much you enjoyed sucking off Jay. And how you came when Matt fucked you."

She frowned, losing the glow of her orgasm and blowjob. She let Matt help her to her feet. He hugged her, her hands trapped between their bodies. Matt's mouth was on her ear, whispering, "Don't worry about him, he won't hurt you or say anything to your husband." He pulled back and looked into her eyes. "You did like it a little bit, right?"

She blushed. She had just technically been gang raped by a bunch of guys and still... "I came with you," she admitted. 

"I know, I liked that." He kissed the top of her head.

"Enough," Dan said. "We should get back to our tents."

Jay struggled to his feet, still not completely recovered from the blowjob. He pinched her nipple, getting her attention. "Damn, woman," he said, the awe evident in his voice. She grinned, he wasn't so bad when she knew he was putty in her mouth.

Shaun, Dan, Matt, and Jay left the tent, leaving Tom standing beside her. "Here," he said as he took her wrists into his hands. He untied the bandana and she rubbed her skin. He pulled her shirt back down over her breasts, his knuckles rubbing her sensitive nipples and making them stick out through the thin material. "Your pants," he said looking over her shoulder.

Instead of picking up the rest of her clothing and putting it on, she put her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you," she said, leaning her head against his chest. Unsure how to respond, he put his arms around her, his hands just above her ass as if trying not to touch her. "Can you stay?" She had to admit she was slightly worried that even though Matt assured her Shaun wouldn't hurt her, she didn't want Shaun sneaking back in without the other's knowledge. As odd as it seemed, she actually felt safer with the whole group fucking her rather than Shaun or Dan being alone with her.

Tom seemed to understand and answered, "Of course." He pulled out of the embrace and began straightening her sleep bag.

"I only have the one," she said motioning to the bag. "Could you sleep in it with me?" She wasn't feeling shy at all even though she was still naked from the waist down. Tom had just seen her fuck four other guys, there wasn't much room left for modesty now.

"Your pants?" he repeated. He sat down the edge of her bed roll.

"I, uh," she didn't know how to state that she'd like to fuck him. What if he really didn't want her? She suspected he did desire her but didn't want to do her with the others present. She sunk to her knees in front of him and put her hands in his crotch. She was very pleased to find him hard and ready for her.

"Hey, we don't need to..."

She kissed the words out of his mouth. His dick said otherwise. "I want to," she said firmly. He let her push him onto his back and undo his pants. His cock sprung free, she wrapped both hands around it and stroked up. His groan made her pussy tingle.

"I'm on top," she stated and Tom didn't seem to mind. He pulled the pillow under his head and put his hands on her hips, guiding her over him. She straddled his stomach, his dick just below her ass. She lifted her shirt back over her breasts and leaned over his face. "Please suck them," she said. 

He took one nipple into her mouth and did as he was told. The pulling from his mouth felt like a shock straight to her pussy. She gasped and moaned as he gently bit down on her breast. He took the other in his mouth and her pussy was on fire. "I have to have you in me," she groaned. He replaced his mouth with his hands on her breasts and let her scoot down his body so his dick brushed the inside of her thigh. She used her hand to guide him into her pussy and almost screamed as she sank down on his hard cock. His hand went to her mouth to shush her.

"You feel so good," she groaned when he was finally completely inside of her. She licked his fingers over her mouth playfully.

"You liked sucking Jay's cock, didn't you?" he asked, his tone making her feel naughty.

"Yes," she moaned and ground her clit down on him. One of his hand squeezing her breast and she yelped happily. His hand went back over her mouth.

"I'll have to find the gag if you aren't quiet," he warned softly. "Or this might work." He put his index finger into her moaning open mouth. "Suck it. Suck it like you did Jay's dick."

She squirmed over him, his words making her feel very hot. He noticed the effect his orders had on her and put his free hand on her ass to hold her down on his cock. He pushed up, trying to get a little control on the way she was riding him. The extra deep penetration went into her a little more than was comfortable and she held still. She continued sucking on his finger.

"Good girl," he said praising her. He slapped her ass, the sting and sound causing her to jump. "Or should I say bad girl? You really are the slut that Shaun said you were." She moaned around his finger, madly rubbing her clit against him.

He slapped her ass again. "Dan loves your ass. He might fuck you up your butt next time. And you'll like it. Sluty girl." She nodded and the wild look in her eyes told him how much she wanted it.

"And cumming with Matt fucking your pussy. You shouldn't cum when you are being raped." He whispered the last words and she blushed at her wantonness. "You want to cum right now, don't you?"

She nodded and sucked his finger harder. "Please," she begged. She rolled her hips over his cock, her breasts bouncing.

"Cum slut, cum all over my cock."

She moaned in pleasure and began furiously fucking herself with his cock as he laid there and let her. He grinned as she threw her head back, her nipples stiff and her pussy dripping wet. "I'm cumming," she moaned. He took his finger out of her mouth and held her hips. "Oh, oh, aah!" She shuddered and laid down on his chest as the aftershocks pulsed through her body. She made soft mewing sounds against him and curled up as tightly as she could.

Tom spread his fingers over her ass cheeks and held her. A few pumps into her soaking hot pussy and he found his release. She softly moaned as she felt his cock spurt more cum into her.

"Hey," he said after a few moments. He wondered if she had fallen asleep on him. He kissed her face. She stirred in his arms and he gently rolled them to their sides. His softening dick slide out of her and she made weak protesting sounds. He unwrapped himself from her and tucked her back into her sleeping bag. "Sleep tight."

"Mm, night Tom. Thank you."

He chuckled and fixed his pants. "Good girl." He gave her one more kiss on her forehead and she sighed in her sleep.

The guys were waiting outside the tent. "Damn, I'm playing the sensitive guy next time," Shaun said slapping Tom on the back.

Tom laughed. "Works every time."

"I'm fucking her in the ass," Dan said.

"Her blowjobs..." Jay shook his head, still surprised at how quickly she had gotten him off.

"Let her sleep," Matt said. "She's going to have another long night tomorrow."

The guys agreed and went their own tents, looking forward to more fun with their newest little slut again tomorrow.

Shh, Mommy is Sleeping!



Little Gigi Gilder lay in her bed, her pussy soaking wet, her lips quivering as she stroked her cunt, thinking of her daddy's hairy cock. Gigi bucked her hips against her fingers as she orgasmed weakly, wanting more. She lay there, panting in the darkness, not anywhere near satisfied. 

She was restless, turning over and over. She needed her daddy's cock. She'd felt empty without it inside her, even since catching a peek of the monstrous thing the day before. 

Gigi had walked out of her room at the perfect moment. 

Daddy, dripping in sweat and smelling like sex, had snuck out of his and Gigi's mother's room, tip toeing down to the bathroom. Giving had spotted him from her own room through the sliver of door. She'd felt her heart stop as her eyes felt automatically to his ten inch, still hard as a rock dick. He'd looked frustrated, and Gigi had wondered why. Her mother was at work late that night, but was due back in about twenty minutes. So who had he been screwing? 

Gigi waited until her father and his huge member were inside the bathroom and the water was running before she herself tiptoed down the hallway and opened her parent's bedroom door.

Gigi had another heart attack as she took in who laid on her parents bed, legs splayed: Alexis Masterson, Gigi's babysitter from when she was only a few years younger. 

Alexis was sexy, with brown hair, blue eyes and a cute little ass. Gigi gasped, but Alexis just pursed her lips. 

"About time your found out." Alexis said, eyeing Gigi, biting her lip. 

"Alexis? What the-"

"Gigi, your daddy used to fuck me whenever I babysat you. Back when you were thirteen and too young to fuck him yourself."

Gigi blinked, suddenly feeling very naked herself in her see through baby doll lingerie.

"But... When I was too young-"

"And now he can't get off without pretending I'm you. And with your eighteenth birthday just passed... He finally can."

Gigi felt herself getting soaking wet. "Daddy wants to fuck me?" She said, watching as Alexis' fingers strayed down her stomach and to her pussy. 

The girl, only a few years older than Gigi, let out a sound of pleasure as she touched herself.

Without thinking, Gigi crept closer to her. She was so turned on by what she'd heard about her father's desire. 

Gigi licked her lips as she kneeled on the bed beside her babysitter. 

Alexis looked at her full of desire.

"It's so hot, how your daddy wants you. He wants to bury himself inside your little cunt and let his seed explode in your little pussy. I wish my daddy would fuck me too."

Gigi leaned forward and kissed Alexis, tasting her daddy's dick on her babysitter's lips. Gigi kissed her deeper, and found her own fingers moving down to Alexis' cunt. 

It was soaking wet. Alexis moaned and bucked her hips against Gigi's rubbing. 

Gigi was so full of desire to fast her daddy's cock that she bent her head down and brought her tongue to the hot, throbbing, wet spot between Alexis' thighs. 

Gigi moaned against her babysitter's pussy, as the older girl grabbed at the back of Gigi's head and held it tightly to her cunt. Gigi sucked and licked and lapped up all the delicious pussy juices, tasting Alexis' sweet little cunt, but also tasting something else there too- her daddy's cum, thick and rich, leftover from her daddy fucking his daughter's old babysitter. At the thought, Gigi began rubbing herself, inserting a finger inside her tight little asshole while she rubbed her clit. Gigi orgasmed instantly, moaning and crying out against Alexis' dripping pussy. Alexis orgasmed at the same moment, hips bucking and thrusting against Gigi's face, hands gripping the young girl's head. Gigi licked her lips as she came up, making eye contact with her babysitter. 

"Oh my god. No wonder your daddy wants to impregnate you. God, i want your daddy to fuck us at the same time." Gigi reached out and cupped Alexis' tits, about to eat her out again, when she heard the water down the hall turn off.

"Alexis. I should leave before daddy comes back or else I know I'll let him fuck me right now, and mommy will be home in a minute and- ... Well that wouldn't be right."

Alexis leaned forward, kissing Gigi, her tongue flicking inside the young girl's mouth. Alexis grabbed onto Gigi's pussy, shoving her fingers inside the younger girl's slick cunt with such force that Gigi gasped. Alexis slowly pumped her hand further and further inside Gigi's little pussy, staring deeply into her eyes.

"Nothing about this is right, little skank. That's what makes it such fun." 

Gigi moaned, but then Alexis pulled her hand out and Gigi had to leave before she got herself into real trouble. Alexis snuck out the backdoor as Gigi's mommy came in the front. Gigi snuck back to her room. She could wait one more day to fuck her daddy. She could... Hopefully.

And so, back in her room the next night, Gigi was feeling down. Her daddy hadn't come onto her at all, not once all day.

Her mother now lay beside him in bed, and Gigi was sure that her mother knew nothing of her husband's little romps with young dirty whores. 

But Gigi had to see him. She threw back her covers, and tip toed down the hall. Her parent's room was glowing with the moonlight coming in from the open window. Gigi felt her heart beating and her panties becoming soaked as she silently crossed the room and got onto the end of the bed, crawling up her daddy's body. Gigi straddled him, her sheer and see through baby doll doing nothing to hide her hardened nipples. Her panties were soaked through, and she knew her daddy, upon waking, would be able to feel her dripping pussy straddle his lap. 

"Gigi?" Her daddy whispered. She could just make out his face- it morphed from sleepiness to instantaneous desire. 

"Daddy is mommy asleep?" Gigi asked. Her daddy gave her a sly smile. 

"She is very much asleep. She had a bit too much to drink at her work dinner party."

Gigi began rocking her hips, feeling her daddy's cock growing harder, longer, fatter. She almost moaned. 

"So she won't wake up anytime soon then?"

"No, she won't." Daddy said, rubbing his hands along her shoulders, her arms, then down to her tits. He squeezed them, letting out a gasp of desire.

"She won't wake, not even if the bed starts... Rocking?" 

Her daddy grabbed her by the head and brought her mouth down to his, hard. 

His tongue was hungry, and he slid his hands down to her pert ass, squeezing hard enough to make large bruises. He spanked her, then whispered in her ear, "you're daddy's little whore. Daddy is gonna fuck you so good and hard, babygirl. Daddy is gonna fuck you while mommy sleeps beside us. " 

Gigi moaned into his neck as her daddy picked her up around the waist and moved her into doggy style position. He came up behind her, spreading her ass cheeks wide.

"First daddy is gonna ass fuck his baby." He whispered as he leaned forward and pinched her tits so hard they hurt. 

"Daddy, what! No, my ass won't be able to-"

But her daddy was in charge, not Gigi. Daddy pushed his little daughter's head down hard against the bed, so that she was face to face with her mother- close enough to kiss- as her daddy rammed his hairy, meaty, throbbing cock into his slutty daughter's tiny asshole. 

Gigi would have screamed out in pain if it wasn't for daddy's big hand clamped across her face, covering her mouth tightly. His hand was big enough to hold her head down while her covered her straining mouth. 

Gigi felt tears sting her eyes as her daddy's cock tore up her little asshole, looking into her mother's sleeping face. Her daddy spanked her hard as he fucked his daughter. 

Finally, he came inside her asshole, shuttering and thrusting, Gigi unable to move or stop him at all. 

Then he brought his dick close to her face, and she thought he was going to force it down her throat. But then, he surprised her.

He rolled her sleeping mother onto her back and forced open her mouth before shoving his huge cock down her throat. Gigi felt a strange surge of jealously as she watched her father face fuck her sleeping mother, getting pleasure as her thrust his balls against her chin. 

"Daddy! Daddy, stop! You're supposed to be fucking my brains out! You're supposed to be-" 

Daddy turned to her, and reached out and grabbed her face hard, pulling her just inches from his as he continued to face fuck her mommy.

"Your mommy wouldn't complain if I-" he broke off as he came in her mouth, and then pulled his cock out and pulled Gigi's face down to her mommy's. 

"Suck daddy's cum out of mommy's mouth." He said. Gigi got on all fours and did as she was told like a good girl. 

Daddy's cum tasted so good that she grew wetter and wetter. And then daddy was behind her and had his big juicy cock head right against his daughter's spread pussy opening. 

With out warning he thrust himself inside her, making Gigi scream with an instant orgasm. Her fingers had found her mommy's cunt, and they rubbed and rubbed the now soaking pussy. 

Gigi's screams awoke her mommy, just as daddy orgasmed, shooting wave after wave after wave of his seed inside his daughter's cunt. Mommy saw cum dripping down her daughter's chin, tasted her husbands cum inside her mouth and felt her daughter's quick little fingers brining her to orgasm, watching as her husband bucked his hips against her daughter's pussy. Somehow, knowing that her husband- the father of her child- was impregnating his own daughter made mommy climax immediately. She rocked her hips against her pretty little daughter's fingers, knowing that in eighteen years, there would be another pretty little pussy to play with- the one made from daddy impregnating his daughter.



Shh: The Quiet Fuck



It was the ideal June summer day. Aerosmith sang on the radio, the sun streamed into the cab of the attractive blue pickup truck, and the breeze from the highway blew in, making my dark blonde locks fly around my face wildly. Though the ride had been nice, I was eager to get out of the car – it was a bit of a tight squeeze, with four guys packed in around me.

I was the only woman on a spur-of-the moment trip to Ohio to see a rock concert. I didn't mind – they were all friends, and one was my boyfriend, Pavel. In college and still living with our parents, we rarely got time to be by ourselves. Staying overnight at a hotel would be the perfect opportunity – that is, if the group of friends hadn't come along. 

Pavel navigated the truck off the highway finally, and we pulled into the lot of a no-frills hotel.

I stepped out of the truck once we rolled to stop, yearning to stretch my legs. I was wearing a pair of high-cut shorts that displayed my toned, tanned legs nicely, but they weren't the most comfortable for travel. With it I had on a casual tee-shirt, planning to change into a sexy, low cut shirt before the concert. I raised my arms skyward in a stretch, and then bent over in an elongated back stretch. As my boyfriend walked by, he spanked my ass playfully, and I straightened up and raised a brow at him – his friends had probably witnessed it, but I didn't care enough to say anything.

He put a hand possessively on the small of my back and guided me toward the doors to the lobby. We'd get the room keys while the others waited in the car.

"You're in Room 12, right down the hall and to the left," the hotel desk clerk said with a pronounced Mid-Western accent, after we explained our reservation. She pushed three plain door keys toward Pavel and I, then tipped her head in a smile. "Enjoy your stay," she added somewhat absentmindedly as we headed back for the truck, which was parked right outside of the lobby.

"This doesn't look too bad," I said to Pavel, glancing at the modern-looking water fountain in the center of the room. It was a bit much, but it looked new and updated. 

He nodded, and we walked outside and approached the truck. "It looks okay. But even if it's not, it's just for one night. And really, we'll be getting back so late from the concert it shouldn't matter."

"Yeah," I conceded, and then walked around to the passenger door of his Dodge truck. I glanced at my reflection quickly in the side mirror: my hair looked somewhat wind blown, and my cheeks were a bit dewy, but I decided it was a good look. Over my shoulder, Pavel's friend Todd saw me glancing at myself and winked teasingly, and I smirked back. He wasn't serious, but I didn't mind the pseudo-flirtation.

"We got the keys," I said after a moment, tossing one back to Todd to keep. "We can drive 'round the side and start getting our things into the room."

The five of us gathered up the overnight bags from the truck bed and headed inside, knowing we had to be quick if we wanted to stop for dinner before the concert.

The room wasn't as nice as the lobby. The décor was flowery and reminiscent of gaudy old woman's sitting room, and the light above the sink at the back of the room flickered with constant effort to stay on. There were two queen sized beds. We had ordered one cot, but it hadn't arrived yet.

The cot was for me to sleep on. Pavel and I were perfectly content to sleep in the same bed, but the situation seemed a bit out of place with our long-time friends there – this wasn't exactly supposed to be a romantic weekend.

"I'll run to the front desk and ask about the cot," I said. "Then we'll leave for dinner."

The woman at the desk didn't notice my arrival. Her head was bent over an aged looking printer, and she was muttering angrily at the machine. I paused for a moment, and then flashed a smile.

"Excuse me." My voice was exceptionally polite and sweet.

She glanced up and offered a somewhat sheepish smile – her left hand was covered in ink, probably from trying to fix a paper jam. "Hello."

"Hi, I just checked in a moment ago," I said quickly, though in a pleasant tone. "I noticed we didn't get the cot we requested with the room?"

"Oh – right. Room service hasn't been down yet, but they'll bring you one, alright hon?" A quick smile came to her lips, then she was back to fixing the printer.

I lingered for a moment, not entirely convinced, but realizing I'd have to accept the woman's answer. Somehow, her reference to me as "hon" made her seem less credible, as if she took me less seriously. 

"Okay, it'll be there when we get back tonight then," I echoed in confirmation.

I didn't receive an audible reply, so I headed back to the room, and continued getting ready for the concert until it was time to go.

The concert ran late, as they all do. It wasn't without its moments. Mardi Gras beads were being handed out free by a local company, so men were collecting them around their necks and offering to give them to drunken girls in exchange for a flash. I had applied some smudged eyeliner to achieve a sexy look, and I had slipped into a tight-fitting ribbed tee-shirt that had an extremely low neckline, revealing my perky C-cup breasts. I had several offers for free beads – but I didn't take them up. My boyfriend was the only man that would be getting a free show from me anytime soon – and even that didn't seem likely that night, unfortunately.

After the concert, it took us some time to get out of the parking lot and back onto the freeway – cops were everywhere redirecting traffic, and we managed to get lost on a country road for awhile. It was fun, but I was ready to get back and get under the sheets. We finally got back to the brightly-lit hotel a little before one in the morning. The parking lot was full, and from the looks of it, most of the other guests were sleeping, their windows covered with the musty flowered curtains.

We piled back into our room, and quickly discovered the cot was not there. My eyebrows rose with vague amusement. It seems we might have a situation, I mused. Pavel glanced at me, his brows raised similarly, and then I headed to the front desk. If they were still there, I could get the cot... but then again, the night could be more interesting if I didn't get it. I would most likely then get to sleep next to my boyfriend, a rarity since we lived apart.

I checked anyway for the cot. The desk was not staffed, so I turned back to the room, resisting the urge to smile.

Several moments later and after a few notable looks of discomfort from the others, it was decided: Pavel and I in one bed, two in the other, one on the floor. I went to get ready for bed, wishing I could don my usual nightclothes, which consisted only of a skimpy gown, but instead I opted for a pair of cotton drawstring pants and a plain tank top. I wore no bra or panties – they were uncomfortable at night. I knew the guys might be able to see the outline of my breasts through my shirt, so I kept my arms crossed as I lightly tread across the room and hopped into bed.

After some conversation and reminiscing of the concert, everyone settled into their beds. Pavel and I, under the pretending to be reluctant and embarrassed, slipped underneath the unremarkable cotton sheets of our cozy bed.

"I'll sleep on top of the sheet," Pavel said, his voice pitched louder than necessary, intending to ease the discomfort the other three inhabitants of the room seemed to feel. The statement didn't seem to ease any tension, and for the most part when ignored.

I nestled underneath the cool sheets, turning to one side, my cotton pajama bottoms slipping down my hips slightly. It was a shame Pavel's legs weren't brushing against mine. I felt him next to me, but our skin could make no contact.

Of course, it would be completely inappropriate to do so much as cuddle in the present situation, so my disappointment was somewhat assuaged. In different circumstances, sleeping next to each other could mean so much more.

The room fell silent and dark as the last light was flicked off and everyone settled into their place. I shifted slightly, getting comfortable and tentatively closing my eyes, allowing my mind to wander. If nothing else, I could have Pavel next to me in the proper way in my mind.

I imagined a plush hotel room, lit by gently flickering candles, and shadows falling against the wall, morphed into sensual, sexy shapes. I was wearing a see-through black little thing, frilly and fit only to strip out of. Meanwhile, Pavel was lying across the bed, propped up by his elbow, muscles tense. He was wearing only a pair of nicely-fitting silk black boxers, which showed definition in all of the right places...

I was torn from my reverie by a loud cough from the room, reminding me quickly of the present situation. One room, four other people, and me and my overactive imagination. Chasing the thoughts from my mind, I turned back toward Pavel, my eyes open. I expected him to be turned away or otherwise sleeping. Instead, my eyes met with his electric blue stare, with his eyebrows raised mischievously. I felt a hand trace up my thigh through the barrier of the sheet, and I shivered and met his gaze with an impish look of my own.

Taking great care to make only the most natural sounding stirrings, Pavel slipped underneath the sheet, and rested his hands on my hips, which were left exposed because of my low-riding pajama bottoms. His hands were the perfect balance of soft and hard. They didn't hurt me as they traced a bit lower on my hips, but there was just enough roughness there to make a woman know she was being touched by a man. 

After allowing for a few more moments of silence, I rolled over and then moved to nestle my bottom up against him. I was not surprised to feel his thick cock rigid underneath his basketball shorts – I wiggled my bottom against him to tease him, then glanced over my shoulder with raised brows, and tried to steal a glance at the other bed. Were the others still awake? Did they know what was going on? It didn't matter, I decided. This was still innocent, and it probably wouldn't go further. I closed my eyes again. It certainly was nice to be able to fall asleep pressed seductively against my man.

Moments later, I felt Pavel shift, and quite suddenly, his hands were roughly shoving my loose pajama bottoms down, exposing my bare pussy and ass. I didn't expect this – I almost squealed, but was content to simply shift and part my legs and allow him access.

Pavel's hand was upon me at once. He cupped my ass cheeks and then pinched them lightly, before moving his palm over my hip and then cupping my pussy. He wasted no time in parting my shaved pussy lips and slipping a finger near my opening. I knew he could feel how wet I was for him. I looked over my shoulder and bit my lip coyly, before quietly moving my hand backward and grabbing for his package.

To my surprise, he too had slipped his pants down, and his big cock was fully erect and waiting for my grasp. I pumped it a few times, but this made a loud, repetitive sound through the sheets, and I soon had to stop.

Someone shifted on the other bed, and for a moment, we both stopped – my hand on the tip of his throbbing cock, his hand now parting one of my ass cheeks and leaving me feeling naughty. I shifted until I faced him, and our eyes met, understanding each other within seconds, due to the years we'd spent together. We should stop, I tried to convey, thought it came across playfully, and for that, he only inched his fingers closer to my wet pussy and then dipped inside.

I nearly trembled, but managed to keep still. We were already shifting around more than a person should, and if one of our friends was listening for suspicious activity, surely they would hear it. I locked my knees and tightened my cunt around his fingers, daring him to continue.

Pavel pulled out his fingers far too soon, leaving me feeling empty. He wiped my pussy juice all over the outside of my pussy, and then traced a hand delicately up to my asshole, wiping the rest of it there. I gave his cock a squeeze, unsure if we were done or not.

A moment passed, and then he gently pushed my hand away. However, instead of turning around and trying to get some sleep, Pavel put both hands on my hips and gently coaxed me back toward him, where his eight inch cock, slick with precum, was waiting for me and my two now wet and ready holes.

I fought back the urge to moan with excitement. It was all so dangerous – at any moment, one of them could flick on a light. One of them might just hear how juicy my pussy was for Pavel's dick...

He positioned the tip of his cock at the opening to my cunt, and I knew it was my job to back into it, making as little noise as possible but making sure my man was taken care of by taking him as deep as I could. I obliged, biting my lip to keep from sighing at the wonderful feeling of being filled and fucked by a very capable man.

A small, barely audible thrust from Pavel ensured he was inside of my pussy balls-deep, and then he reached up my shirt to roughly handle one of my tits, rolling the nipple between his finger and thumb.

I knew we'd made a little too much noise over the past minute or two, so I clenched his cock with my pussy but kept my body very still, faking the notion of sleep. He seemed to understand and stayed inside of me, not moving for a few long, torturous moments. It became too much to bear, and I squirmed until I found a way to move ever-so-slightly, enabling his cock to bob in and out of my fuckhole. I reached a hand down and rubbed my clit slowly, building my excitement.

I felt the heat from Pavel's body behind me, and a few barely audible, whispery moans let me know my man was fully enjoying my pussy from behind. To add to his pleasure, I silently moved a hand across his body and reached down to cup his balls, which were warm. After a moment, I slipped a finger behind his balls and stroked the skin behind them, one of his favorite spots.

For all of the attention I was now giving him, Pavel rewarded me by slipping his cock out of my cunt. I pouted, my lower lip sticking out as a shifted only a few inches to look at him. He still wore that impish grin, making me realize there was still more to come. Eagerly, I turned around, willingly spreading my wet hole for him to resume fucking – but I didn't feel his member there. Instead, the head of his cock poked at my puckered asshole, which was still damp with my own juices.

He wouldn't! I thought, my eyes widening in the dark. Anal sex here? Right now? I didn't get a chance to say no – I still had my ass and pussy spread for him, and Pavel wasted no time in spreading more lube onto my asshole – presumably with spit – and then risking a rather loud stirring noise to thrust the head of his dick into my tight little asshole.

I knew I couldn't pull away – he'd just made a lot of noise, and more would sound suspicious. I didn't want to pull away, it was just that fact that his large cock was sometimes a bit much to take all at once. Pavel was somewhat sensitive to this, and allowed me to adjust to upper part of his length before he slowly slid his member fully into my asshole.

Now, being fucked in the ass is a very different feeling than the pussy. I usually prefer the pussy, but on this night, the raw naughtiness of being violated in my ass – in a room full of people – made me shiver from excitement.

Pavel was half-way in my ass, thrusting in a very stealthy and quiet way – the only way we could. It was torturous. I wanted to feel his cock filling my ass all of the way, but because of the noise, he had to keep it half-way in, thrusting shallow and driving me wild. I reached down and rubbed my clit, squirming in rhythm with his thrusts, feeling my tight asshole being stretched and abused by his massive cock.

I was beginning to get too hot for the oppressive comforter weighing down on my body. I felt a halo of heat emanating from all around my body, centered at where I was joined with my lover. At the perfect moment, Pavel reached his cool, smooth hand up my stomach and onto my chest once again, tweaking my nipple as he slipped his dick further into my ass. I heard his breath come out a bit deeper, and I knew he would soon be releasing his delicious, hot load into me.

The thought of Pavel filling me made me shutter with excitement – I tried to stop it, I knew we were moving just a little too much – but I couldn't. My cunt tightened with excitement, and I reached down to rub some warm pussy juice over my clit. I felt his dick filling my ass, and I began to cum, being as silent as possible, which just made everything more intense.

Afterwards, my man was still inside of me. He didn't cum yet, I thought, pushing my spread asshole down further on his cock so he could enjoy my tightness. It was hard to tell – I was experiencing so much ecstasy, I admittedly didn't pause to feel if he was shaking as much as I was. However, when I pushed myself further down on him, he reacted by gently pulling away. 

Around this time, someone in the other bed had shifted and moved quite a bit, indicating they were still awake. I frowned, thinking perhaps we needed to resume in a moment. But as soon as Pavel's cock was out of my puckered asshole, I quickly realized that my lover had finished too – and my used ass was now a dripping creampie, full of his cum.

I smiled in enjoyment to myself – knowing I was full of Pavel's cum always made me horny again – then I turned to look at him. We exchanged a wicked smile, but mine quickly faded. Although I loved the feeling of the creampie, I had to clean up, lest be left with stained sheets and pants. But I couldn't go into the bathroom without my bottoms – I did the walk to shame to the bathroom, wearing my pants loosely and feeling his cum drip down my thighs. I cleaned up a little bit, but not too much. I would sleep better with a reminder of the night's naughty activities inside of my asshole – a well deserved load of his cum.

I slipped back between the sheets, which he was still underneath as well. His strong arms were welcoming and warm, and he held onto me, kissing my forehead in thanks. I kissed his collarbone, and we feel asleep in each others arms.

The next morning we awoke on opposite sides of the beds, with the sheets in disarray. By the looks of it, nobody would suspect that we had a wild fuck the night before. We said nothing of it that day, but glanced at each other a few times, knowing we'd gotten away with it.



Shhh...



It was time to get away... college life in the States was getting to be too much for this displaced Irish lass. I had been eagerly anticipating my Spring Break and could not wait to board the plane that would take me back to my home country. It wasn't quite Spring there in Dublin when I arrived. After three days of drizzling cold weather in the city, I had grown restless, like a panther in a cage. Making the situation worse was my family- in an absolute uproar at my separation from my husband.

"Marriage is a promise ya make and ya should be keepin' forever!", my Pa sermonized. A look passed between my Mum and I, a Woman's knowing glance, the child crying out silently from promises broken and security stolen. Aye, but she still considered me to be a disappointment. 

"Schoolin' in the States has made ya' weak, thinnin' yer stubborn Celtic blood... there are NO quitters in our family", she lamented in disgust. Here I had planned on a week of solitude and contemplation, but saw it was turning out to be filled with bickering and angry words. My parents and soon-to-be ex-husband, who had unexpectedly flown out to meet me on that 3rd day, were all driving me mad, pulling and pushing, attempting to make me fit that old mold of a quiet & mild creature, pure innocence and voiceless. 

Yes, I was their darlin' Shannon, the despirited, tamed lass without thought nor opinion, the severely coifed Redheaded, porcelain doll, that should be kept in a tightly sealed case, away from the corrupting outside world. Well, their doll had had enough, ripping her hair out of the constraining bun and the prim proper clothes. 

Now, it's time for a further escape, so, I hop into my car, and hit the narrow highway paths that will take me on an unforgettable journey, across Ireland to the Western shores. I head straight for my land, Shannon, Ireland... I was named after the region... 'twas where I was conceived, so the story goes. There the countryside is incredibly green with fertile land that has the richest scent of earth and life. Spring had come into full bloom here, as I am awakening too. Inhaling deeply, I turn my car northward towards an old familiar pub, by the airport. Liam and the lads are in for a surprise visit.

You are on a marathon business trip, visiting your company's branch offices all over Europe, with this most recent trip to England being the most stressful. You trying to relax in your plane seat, easing your mind with the knowledge that you only have one more short business meeting in Shannon, Ireland, the last stop before heading back home to Los Angeles. Flying over the rough coastal cliffs, you sigh thinking "Ah, the perfect place to make love," and let your mind drift to the restlessness you've been feeling. Sex was bombarding your thoughts lately, because you hadn't had any in longer than you cared to remember. Looking out of the window, you catch sight of a couple making love on one of the cliffs! "What the hell?" you mumble, rubbing your travel weary eyes; but, it must have been imagination. Nothing was there.

Arriving a day early for some R & R and to see the countryside, you get your rental car, a crash course in driving Eurostyle, and cruise around town, looking for the quintessential Irish pub. There near the airport you spot an old wooden sign "Liam's Pub", so with a satisfied grin, you pull up and park next to a red Land Rover. Glancing into the Rover, something catches your attention. Hanging from the rear view mirror is a peach lace bra. You chuckle softly, and enter the lively pub.

Here I sit on a barstool, wearing a long, white silk wrap skirt, that hugs my rear and a peach silk Poet's blouse, falling off a shoulder. Taking in the rest of the room with a swift glance, noticing I was the only female, your grin widens. Ah, yes, here's the lass who had doffed her bra and left it hanging in her car. I've kicked off my sandals and have my deep red curly hair piled high, in a tangled pony tail. The local old fellows were all sitting around tellin' glory days stories, mixing their English with Gaelic. When you entered the pub, you're immediately greeted with a hearty welcome and before asking, a pint of Guiness was being poured. All attention turned to us as our eyes meet. 

Tilting my head up to the top of your tall frame, I welcome you with a smile that reaches my twinkling green eyes. The look at you give me is so intense, I'm rendered speechless for a moment. Ol' Liam slaps me teasingly on the back to help me catch my breath. I think to myself "Who is this tall stranger saying 'Hello"', with an accent that I couldn't quite place, American but, different. You were followed in by the scent of some cologne that sent ripples down my spine, and played games with my senses. I break contact with your dark brown eyes and look down to take in the rest. I see raven black hair cut short, businesslike, but with wayward long strands falling over your brow roguishly. You're wearing a blue cotton knit shirt, that hugs your broad shoulders, and clings to your well defined chest. The shirt ends playfully tucked into baggy, silver tab Levi's. I feel your intense gaze, follow my eyes; watching in quiet astonishment and smiling curiously as I take inventory of your upper body. I dare not let my eyes go further, and have to shift uncomfortably on the bar stool, causing the flap in my wrap skirt, to open, exposing my crossed legs. The others see what's transpiring between us. Electricity sparking across the room sends them on their way to the other side of the bar, giving us some privacy, unbeknownst to us. 

I stammer out "Shhhannon". With a flash of white teeth, you smile, tilting your head forward with raised eyebrows and you ask me to repeat myself, not understanding my accent.

"My name is Shannon. And you, luv?" Repeating my name softly, you give me chills: "Shannon,... mmmm, I knew I was flying into Shannon, Ireland, but I never thought I'd meet the lady they named the area after. My pleasure to meet you." 

The ol' coots at the other end of the bar crack up laughing, and Liam winks and says: "It 'twas named after her Mother, fine looker she was!!" 

"And STILL is!" I quickly reply back with a smile. "But, I'm reclaiming the name for meself, Liam! Do ya' mind, luv?", giving him a sexy wink.

"Jesus, the old heart cannot take those looks lass!", he said acting out a heart attack. Crazy ol' bastard.

So, we begin our small talk, what brought you into town, where you are from, ... all of your words striking chords into my soul ... Los Angeles, eh? ... That voice carries a slight accent...Latin origins, incredibly masculine, and your scent is making me melt... difficult to pay attention. You were saying: 

"...so, I just arrived and wanted to take in the sights, but don't know where to start." I let you know that I'm just out here to "get away from it all". Your eyes dart down to look at my hands, which are wringing my skirt nervously and you pick my left hand up, seeing my 2 karat diamond glittering, and say: "Getting away', hmm? From whom?" 

I'm thoroughly blushed now and with my thumb, I turn my diamond around to face my palm, and hastily look away. 

You simply say: "Rafael", and offer me your hand, long fingers softly brushing the back of my arm, signaling me to grasp yours in a friendly handshake. I choose to ignore that touch, so I finish off my pint, and without a word, I get up and walk straight out of the door. I can feel you eyes burning into my back and my hips as you watch me depart. 

Liam leans over and tells you, "If you won't do it, Laddie, I WILL! Go on, pints are on the house, for ya two lovers! Get!" 

By the time you make it to the parking lot, you see my Land Rover speed up the hill westbound. With a sardonic grin and a thrill of the chase, you jump into your sedan and peel off in a hurry to follow. Speeding fast with the windows open, my hair and clothes whipping wildly, I see a white sedan coming up behind me in the distance. 

Squinting further into the rearview mirror, I catch sight of a dark skinned, black haired man with an evil grin on his face, speeding his car closer to my tail. 

"Oh damn it all ta Hell!" I curse, as I slam on the gas harder. We're on a two-lane road, with whips and turns, surrounded by hills and heavy old trees. 

Climbing higher out of Shannon valley, we are flying like demons, heading straight for the Badlands, Ireland's beautiful coastal cliffs. I notice that you handled your car with ease and grace, keeping up with me, as I try in vain to lose you. I had never had an affair before, and am not looking to have one now, no matter what my senses were screaming.

Suddenly, my bra that was around my rear view mirror, whips out of the window, flying outside. "Damn!" I just let it go and speed my car around the last wicked curve before entering a small town. My Rover is near empty and I need to stop, so I pull into a service station. The white sedan was no where in sight, I immediately think I have lost you. Instead of relief, I feel sickened, a hollow feeling gripping my stomach. 

All of this confusion is making me want to smoke, which I don't do! I only smoke when life has been turned upside down. The Psychology Professor back in the States had called it an Oral Fixation, psychobabble talk for the need to put something in the mouth when faced with fear. I run into the store pay for my gas and buy a pack of Djarum clove cigarettes. 

Pulling a black one out, firing it up, I take it in with a French flick and walk outside, only to see you filling your tank too. You're sporting a wicked grin and to top it off, dangling from your long fingers is my bra that had flown out of my window.  

I regain my composure, such as it is, and with my head tilted back proudly, I attempt to walk taller than my 5'5" height. Passing in front of you, without a glance is more than you could take, so you grab my arm and pull me into your chest. 

Looking down into my eyes, searching deeply you says: "Shannon, I only wanted..." pausing abruptly, not knowing what exactly what it was you wanted. My eyes, now emerald with emotion, a mixture of fear and longing, question your probing gaze. Finding something in your expression, in the depths of those near obsidian eyes, I curse everything in my life, reach my arms up and pull you down for a kiss. 

Our soft lips meet, yours are quite surprised while mine are moist and inviting. You keep your eyes open in surprise as I softly let my sweet tongue caress your bottom lip. Pressing against my belly, I feel your manhood stir and awaken. The gas attendant is this young gangly 16 year old boy, with his jaw dropped open watching us. I snake my left hand into your thick shiny hair, while my right hand, with a mind of it's own, flicks the cigarette away and reaches for your abdomen. 

Your tongue joins mine in a more passionate response, fighting for the dominance of the kiss. My hand slowly works it's way down your abs, down to the front of those Levi's, feeling the pulsing manhood swelling with more blood, aiming to the left, but trying to sneak straight up. I lean back from the kiss, look down, then inquire with a husky voice, "Is that for me, luv?" with flecks of fire in my green eyes. 

You softly grab my hair from the back and move in to deepen your onslaught, taking full control of my mouth. When you finally slackened your hold on me, I have my chance to escape. 

I snatch my bra from your hand and with a twist of my waist, I duck away and quickly run to my car. 

Throwing a wad of money at the petrol boy, not knowing the currency well, you jump into your car to race after me. Out of the small town, you catch up and see my Rover pulling off the highway and onto a dirt path leading up to the cliffs by the ocean. 

Your wicked grin quickly disappears when you notice the path my Rover is taking. It looks as if I'm heading straight for the cliff's jagged edge, speeding almost out of control. With a sharp inhale, you floor the gas pedal to catch up, getting this weird feeling that something was way wrong.

"She wouldn't..." you say to yourself seeing my Rover speed dangerously closer to the edge. 

Meanwhile, my stereo is blasting Led Zeppelin's "Kashmir", it's pounding beat calling me, urging me into reckless abandonment. I come to a stop exactly at the cliff's edge, breathless. You slam on you brakes, careening the car to a sideways halt, and jump out running towards me in a cloud of dust.

"What the hell were you thinking, woman?" you yell! With nervous hands, I fire up another Djarum, inhaling, and exhaling loudly, turning to look up at your astonished face. 

"Sorry, luv. Feeling a wee bit crazy is all." With a rough jerk, you open my car door, grab the cigarette out of my hand, put it to your lips, taking a long drag from it and flick it over the edge of the cliff. 

"FINE!," I holler. Reaching into my purse, I grab a flask of Irish whisky, and take a long, deep tug on it. "AAAAhhhhh! That's the only thing Irish I ever want to have in my mouth again!" I say. 

You shake your head, laughing wickedly and ask: "Mmmm, I have something that will gladly replace it." 

Then, you pull me out of my Rover, picking me up into your arms, and give me a deep, slow kiss as my body slides down the length yours, my feet eventually touching the ground. I'm still barefooted and feel the cool thick grass swallow my feet and sending more chills up my body to match the ones that you're sending with your kiss. My tongue tastes of Irish whisky, and a hint of cloves mingled with my own erotic taste.

You eventually put me down and I walk away from the vehicle, with all the grace I can muster on these wobbly knees. I turn and beckon you to follow. You decide to stay behind me several paces, watching me walk through the ankle deep grass into the Western setting sun. I know that you can see straight through my white silk wrap skirt, it being wrapped just round my hips and tied on my left side. Each of my steps offers a tasty glimpse of my legs. But, you don't see any lines from panties and decide to follow and investigate.

I hear your footsteps coming up faster and turn to face you. My incredibly long hair blows wickedly in the coastal wind, dancing away from my body, then whipping closely and hugging it like wildfire! Taking you in with my eyes, you look like an animal on the prowl, watching me intently. The rolling green land is at your back, in my view you dominate the landscape, approaching me like a dark warrior coming to claim what belongs to him. 

Oh, how I want you right here, right now. 

The intensity of the moment sends chills racing all over me and spurs me on to flee. I break our gaze off and start off into a playful run, clothes and hair flying, breasts bouncing freely under my peach silky blouse. 

You chase after me with a laugh of pleasure. We run down a hill and up another, to the other side of the cliffs. Here the wind is softer. I run to the edge, and turn to put my hand out to stop you from following. You obey, with a curious look in your eyes. 

We're only ten feet away from each other, I upwind of you, and I watch as you lean your head back, lips partly opening while you inhale deeply, smelling my fragrant hair, and scenting my womanhood blossoming, petals slickening, unfolding. 

I motion for you to stay where you are, then I turn my hip to the side, and with our eyes locked, my fingers start to untie my long skirt at my waist. Your near blackened eyes follow my fingers. Before I remove it, I turn my back towards you and let the one side of my skirt drop down. Now exposed are my firm, slightly muscled thighs, working up to my round ass. Oh yea, and sliding between my creamy cheeks is a bright green thong. I turn my head around to see if you like the view I was offering. 

Your eyes take in my body slowly and when they reach my face, your soft smile answers "yes, I like". I twist my hips around with legs shyly crossed at the ankles, now showing my thighs, rounded hips, and softly curved mound, which my green thong was attempting to hide. The wind blows my long hair to cover that promising mound.

I take my skirt all the way off and throw it into the wind for you to catch. Grabbing it before it's carried away in the afternoon wind, you take it in both hands, bringing it to your face, stroke the silk against your dark cheeks and inhale my scent deeply, closing your eyes in pleasure. This sent shivers deep in my body. I open my mouth in pure admission, "My God, how I want ya man. You do such tender erotic things, firin' my soul." You smile, lifting one eyebrow, finally opening your eyes and say: "Come here and I'll show you more, Shannon." 

You bend over, spread my long skirt out like a blanket on the ground and kneel on it to keep it from blowing away. I'm still wearing my blouse, which reaches my waist. The wind has blown it off my shoulders several times, but it's time to undo the ribbons. The blouse laces up the front, so all I have to do is walk to you. 

With generations of hot Irish blood, pure femininity pulsing with every heartbeat, I summon up all the sensuality in my soul, and I approach you, rolling my hips in an ancient rhythm. I put my blouse's ribbon in your white teeth. The sight of those passion enflamed eyes looking up at me hungrily will remain etched into my mind. The peach ribbon is in your mouth, I can hear the noise you're making, sucking the ribbon's tip, then clamping your teeth down firmly, locking it. 

Staring at me, you don't move a muscle. I smile and I take a step back. With one pull, the bow is freed, and the laces come undone. I shake my shoulders from side to side, and shrug off my blouse. The wind carries it several feet away. 

Now, I stand, flat stomach, reaching up to full rounded breasts, the tips reaching outward. Your eyes cry out to touch me but, I stepped back further. You remain motionless and watch as, with my own hands, I caress my ribs and under my breasts, then with my middle fingers, I trace the curves of my nipples, peach and stiffly reaching out. I slide my middle finger into my mouth to getting it dripping wet, and I trace again. "Do dhún teastaí mé?", I softly whisper in Gaelic, asking if you want me. 

You do not understand the words, but know what I meant instinctively answering in Spanish, "Sí, me amore, deséo le peor de la manera," meaning that you want me in the worst way.

Taking off the blue shirt, and undoing your jeans, you crawl back laying on one elbow wearing only your boxer briefs. "Christ!" I swear seeing the answer to my question swelling under the fabric of those gray briefs; aye, you do want me. I smile, licking my lips and move my hands down my sides, to my mound, fingering the edge of my thong. I walk up closer to let you inspect. 

Turning slightly, I show you that at the hips my thong are attached with small snaps, and can be removed quite easily.

"Touch me, Raphael", I beg. You sit up, pulling me to stand straddling your thighs, then you move your hands up my calves, around the back of my thighs, over my tight rear, and pull me in even closer to kiss my mound. With a cool rush of air, I hear and feel you inhale, then say "Your scent is something out of my dreams." 

Your hands slowly reach up my stomach, dipping a finger into my navel, then sliding up my ribs, slowly getting up on your knees, following your touch with butterfly kisses, finally reaching the bottom rim of my full breasts. Here you have found one of the most sensitive places on my body, and my back arches wildly, as my juices flow down my slickened sheath and spread into the satin of my thong. 

After making my senses reel out of control, you slowly move up to kiss the valley between my breasts. I looked down to watch and asked: "Can I have you there, too?" Your dark eyes flashed up quickly, tongue tracing circles in my valley, and the corners of your mouth tilting up into a grin. You ask, "Oh, the lady would like a pearl necklace?" 




Shhh...



"That was stupid," K thought. Without a doubt the most stupid thing she had ever done. What would make her lie to her husband about where she was going to and run the risk of losing everything she counted as solid in her life? 

She needed to feel alive. 

That was it, she thought. 

She needed to feel...anything.

***

It had all started innocently enough - with a phone conversation. 

B was the Comptroller for a product that her company sold. K was the head of Accounts Payable, so she spoke with him often.

It was his accent that she was attracted to. He was an Irish national and the accent drove her crazy. She loved to see his name come up on Caller ID.

Their conversations started out all business, of course. But after a few months, they had begun to get quite personal. B was calling her more than once a day about issues that could have been worked out through email. K would call him to verify that they had received a check when she could easily look at the company's statement online and see that it had already cleared.

Despite all of their phone conversations and emails, K and B had never met in person. He lived and worked three hours away from her. They had joked about her coming up for a "tour of the plant," at one point, but it was just talk, they would really never meet as it had been established early on that they were both married to other people.

That was what made it seem safe. That made it feel okay. They were just two people who talked on the phone...a lot...but it wasn't an affair. At least that's what K told herself.

***

K's life was safe. She had a good husband who had a good job and brought home a good paycheck. Each Friday afternoon, her husband brought the paycheck in the front door and laid it on the table on his way to the recliner where he spent his evenings watching TV. K made dinner at 6:30 each night, sat on the couch while they ate, did the dishes, and then read until he came to bed.

He had never been very aggressive in the bedroom. 

When they were first married, they had sex often enough, she guessed. Four, maybe five times a week for the first couple of months, then three by the end of the first year. Now, after 8 years, they could go weeks, even months, without having sex. And when it did happen, it was anything but exciting. He would rub her stomach letting her know it was 'time' and then he would mount her and slam away for ten minutes until he came, only to then roll off her and go to sleep. Often time leaving her to fend for herself - if there was going to be any gratification at all for her. K used to masturbate after he went to sleep, but after all this time, she found the whole thing so uneventful that she would just roll over and go to sleep too.

Then she got the first phone call from B. 

That accent sounded so intriguing. She was dying to know what he looked like. That curiosity was satisfied with one conversation with B's female office manager, Jessica, who assured K that B was quite attractive. However, Jessica also emphasized that K would need to get in line behind all of his other female clients who tended to fall in love with him on the phone as well.

K didn't care that she was just one of many. When B talked to her, he seemed genuinely interested in her, and not just the account.

She would never forget the first time that she was physically aroused by him. They were talking about a beach trip that she and her husband had been on the previous summer and she mentioned that she had purchased a small white bikini for it, but that by the time that she had gotten home, she had decided that it was too revealing to wear. 

That little tidbit opened the floodgates, so to speak.

B told her that he was sure she would have looked stunning in it and that she should have worn it. He also told her that he could tell by her raspy little voice that she was attractive. In fact, he too had asked someone within her company what she looked like, and he definitely had a preference for brunettes. But the one thing that really tipped the scales in this game of phone flirtation was his next comment. 

As if driven by impulse alone with no regard for propriety, B revealed that it was a good thing that he had not seen K in the bathing suit because he would have taken her right there on the beach. It was said in jest and they both laughed - albeit nervously - about it. But just the thought of B taking her on the sand, in the ocean, and under the moonlight, went straight to her groin. K felt flushed and her pussy ached with desire. That was when it all started.

That was several months ago. Since then, K and B had talked much more openly and intimately about things that only the closest of friends (or lovers) talked about.

B told her about his boredom with his sex life and that his wife just never seemed interested anymore. K confided in him that she and her husband almost never had sex anymore and that if she was being truthful, she didn't think that she had ever had a truly satisfying sexual experience before. It wasn't that she didn't want to, or that she didn't need it - it had just never happened. K had only had a couple of different partners before she got married, and even they had been better than her husband in bed, but still nothing that she would call earth-shattering, in her limited opinion. She admitted that after a while, she just got used to the idea that this was the norm in most marriages and did her best not to think about it.

***

During one of their many phone calls which extended into after-work hours, B asked her if she ever thought about him. K assured him that she did. Quite frequently, in fact. Then he asked if she had ever thought of him in bed. K immediately felt the heat rise on her face as well as to the apex between her thighs before admitting to B that yes, she had thought of him in bed. She felt a little embarrassed about that admission but she was also acutely aware of her nipples pebbling and protruding through her bra as images of their naked bodies entwined danced in her mind's eye. 

As if B could read her mind, he asked K if she was turned on by the thought of the two of them in bed together. God, if he only knew how turned on she was sitting in the chair right then, let alone being turned on by the thought of them naked in a bed. K didn't hesitate in her response, though. She said yes. 

B then revealed that he was alone in his office, had shut and locked the door, and was slowly stroking himself while they talked. K was silent. She had no clue what she should say. He asked her if that bothered her and would she prefer that he stop. K said no. It excited her to know he was pleasuring himself because of her. He then asked if she was touching herself too. 

"No," she replied, but immediately lifted her skirt and slid her hand into her panties. She was soaked. She couldn't remember ever having been this wet. She could also not remember her lips and clit ever being so swollen, either. K was so turned on, and knew that if she just rubbed her pussy slightly, she would explode. 

B told her to imagine that he was kneeling in front of her with his face between her thighs. K leaned back in her chair and held the image firmly in her mind as she ever-so-slowly began to rub herself. He whispered to her over the phone that she was the sexiest woman he had ever gone down on, that she tasted sweeter than the finest ambrosia, and that given the chance, he would never get off of his knees. K felt the first wave of orgasm roll from a place that she had never felt before. It was as if it was coming from every direction and converging between her legs. She panted and moaned over and over, as B's words brought her closer to the edge, and almost screamed into the phone as she rode wave after wave of pleasure that was so intense it was almost painful. When it had subsided, K felt sated and spent. They both laughed about it and he told her how much he wanted to have actually been kneeling in front of her. They said their good-byes and got off the phone. 

It was several minutes before she could actually move as her legs had gone boneless and soft from the intensity of her orgasm.

That was the first of many after-hours phone calls that had ended with her being exhausted but satisfied.

Funny enough, K and B had never even exchanged photos of each other. There was no particular reason why, though. They just never had. It was evident that they genuinely liked each other and both had it on good authority that they were attractive, so the need for pictures just never came up. Besides, they were just talking on the phone.

Months went by and their phone trysts continued regularly until one day B asked if she would meet him, were he to come to her. K joked that as violent as her orgasms had been when he wasn't even really there, she wasn't sure if she would survive a face to face meeting. B laughed but also conceded that part of the excitement of their encounters was the anonymity, and that aside from voices on a phone, they were essentially strangers. Nonetheless, they were both keenly aware that those things upped the taboo factor of their connection and intensified their desire. K knew that she wanted to meet B in person, but part of her was afraid. She had never been physically unfaithful to her husband and taking that step was certainly part of her fear, but she was even more afraid that meeting B in person could ruin a good thing.

Having gotten to know K well over their many phone conversations, B knew that if he wanted to make this encounter happen he'd have to push further for it. He wanted K in the worst way and was certain that she felt the same, despite her reservations. 

B told her that he would get a room in a motel in the next town over. The lights would stay off. K could come to the room and let herself in, but they wouldn't speak at all while there. It would be different from their phone conversations, where they could talk to each other about everything and anything, but they couldn't touch or see each other the way they both yearned to. So, this night, the night when they'd finally come together, in person, they would touch and taste each other but would not talk or even see each other. This idea excited K.

She didn't know why...but she said "Yes."

***

Talking on the phone is one thing, but an actual meeting?! Was she insane? What if someone saw her?

K pulled her car into the motel parking lot and parked in the back. This was no dump but it certainly was no Marriott. The rooms opened to the parking lot, no hotel lobbies or hallways to deal with and less chance of meeting someone she knew.

When she got to the room, the door was cracked, just as B said it would be. K opened the door and stepped inside. The room was dark. Aside from a little bit of light around the edges of the curtain, it was pitch black. Nevertheless, she could tell he was there because of the faint hint of men's cologne. She said hello in the dark, but all she got back was "Shhh." She could hear B moving in the room behind her and just as she was about to turn towards the sound, she felt his arms wrap around her waist. B pulled her close and she ran her hands up his arms. He was indeed muscular and she could feel his forearms flex as he held her tightly against his body. K reached behind her to feel his hips and felt bare skin. The erection she felt pressing into her wasn't restrained by clothing so she didn't hesitate to slide her hand around it, and although she couldn't see it, it was bigger than any of the three she had encountered so far. 

B turned her around and began to unbutton her blouse and remove it. She strained to see his face in the dark, but all she could make out was his silhouette. He put his arms around her and unfastened her bra. She felt his hand slide to the back of her neck while the other pressed into the small of her back. She ground her body into his erection and looked up just in time to meet his kiss. B's lips were soft but skilled. He probed her mouth softly with his tongue and gently bit her bottom lip. K felt herself yield to him as he laid her back onto the bed. She could feel him sliding down her chest, across her stomach, and realized that he was kneeling in front of her just as he had been on the phone, but this time she could feel his breath between her legs instead of her hand. B began to pull her skirt up and her panties down, so K arched her back and felt her panties slide off. She then spread her legs, reached for the back of B's head, and gently pulled him towards her aching pussy. 

She felt his breath hot on her lips and could feel herself starting to gush again in anticipation. B's tongue wasn't letting any of it go to waste, though. She could feel him stopping drips as they ran from her opening, down to her behind. But, when K felt his tongue on her clit for the first time, it was exactly as she had imagined it, and as excited as she had been on the phone, she thought she might die from the intense pleasure she was experiencing now. B engulfed her entirely with his mouth. His tongue probed and slid around her like it had a map. She could feel that first wave beginning to build, but before it went too far, he stopped. B got off his knees and unzipped her skirt. K slid out, inching up towards the head of the bed. She couldn't see him but she knew he was following her up. 

K had gone down on all three of the men she had been with but she had never truly enjoyed it. In all cases, it had been something that had been expected of her but not something she had really wanted to do. Now, in the dark, it was all she wanted to do. K wanted to feel B in her mouth; she wanted to taste him. She really didn't care at this moment if it was what he wanted - it was what she wanted. So, she reached for him and pulled him up to her. He rolled onto his back and she was able to feel the whole thing for the first time. It was perfect - all thick and long. K slid her tongue from the base of his shaft, stopping to suck lightly at the base of the head. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could and she could feel his heart beat in her mouth. She began to slide her mouth rhythmically up and down B's velvety length for a few deliciously torturous minutes before he pulled her up to him and spread her legs over his thighs. B ran his hands up to cup and massage her breasts before reaching out with tongue and teeth and making her shiver with pleasurable sensation. K knew he was going to penetrate her at any moment, but she didn't know if she could wait. She was desperate to have him inside of her and she could feel him throbbing between her thighs, so she writhed to slide down and onto his shaft, but he backed up and held her in place instead. B then pushed in gently and began to move slowly back and forth. K wanted all of it in, but he was not ready to give it to her yet. She let out a moan and whispered, "Please." Again she heard "Shhh," but as she did she felt him slide all the way inside of her. She wanted to scream but pressed her face into his chest and squelched it. K contracted around him like a vice as B moved and she ground into every thrust with her burning need. 

She could taste his chest on her lips and unconsciously bit his chest, hard. B let out a moan, but it wasn't just due to pain...it was the deepest expression of pleasure and pain intertwined, where difficult to tell where one starts and the other ends. K kept the skin on his chest clinched in her teeth as B began to thrust harder and harder as though he was trying to impale her. 

She felt the orgasm begin again but this time he wasn't was stopping. 

As the first wave washed over her, she convulsed wildly, not believing the intensity. With every pulse, she contracted on him harder until she heard the moan starting to escape him, and with one last push he exploded in pleasure and growled primitively.

K relaxed and laid over him as they both caught their breath. And although she felt completely drained, she could vaguely discern the slightest taste of B's blood in her mouth which was a reminder of the intensity of their lovemaking.

B held her tightly against him and breathed heavily for several minutes before he got out of the bed and moved through the dark into the bathroom. K heard the sounds of him getting dressed, but didn't move, and watched as his silhouette passed in front of the window. She had still not been able to will herself to move when she heard him whisper "Good night," as he opened the door to leave. 

"Shhh," was K's only reply. 



Shhh...



"SURPRISE!" Jordan and Alaric shouted, as his mother opened the door. 

Finoula MacLeod put her hand to her heart in shock, and started to cry, as her newly minted daughter and her youngest son surged forward to hug her. She smacked him about the shoulders in mock anger as she pulled her daughter-in-law to her side... "You awful child! You told me that you weren't coming!"

Alaric just hugged her tighter and nuzzled his face into her neck. "I know Ma. Jordan wanted to tell you-"

"It's true! I did!" The diminutive bride piped up from under Finoula's arm, her arms wrapped around her mother's waist, her tawny gamine face surrounded by a cloud of coffee-coloured curls.

"--but Dad and I thought that it might be a nice surprise," Alaric finished.

"Your father was in on this, too?" Finoula asked in surprise.

"Guilty," Alasdair MacLeod said as he sauntered into the room.

Finoula gave him a teasingly dark look. "I'll deal with you later!"

Her husband grinned, his green eyes twinkling as he sat down in his easy chair, and inclined his thickly silvered head. "Promises, promises," he laughed.

"Awww, Ma, you're not really angry, are you?" Alaric wheedled.

She beamed up into her son's face, cupping his cheek as she rubbed his wife's back. "Nah," she said. "But now I know why your father wouldn't let me take the baked beans off of the menu. I should have known. You two are the only ones who eat them."

"Thanks, Dad," Alaric said to his father, who nodded, looking satisfied.

"Well, we can't just stand here heating the outside!" Finoula said. "Alasdair—bring in their things."

"I'll help," Alaric said. Alasdair clapped his son on the back, and they headed outside. 

The new Mrs. Jordan MacLeod stood shyly in front of her mother. "I really did want to tell you," she said softly. "I know how hard it can be to plan a Thanksgiving even without unexpected surprises. Is anyone else here, yet?"

Finoula waved her hand dismissively. "Blair and Sylvia are already upstairs, unpacking. Don't worry about the surprise; it's fine." Her wide, dark grey eyes twinkled mischievously as she wrapped her arm around Jordan's shoulders and affectionately bumped her with her hip. "I know just how persuasive MacLeod men can be." Jordan looked down at the floor, blushing as she tried to hide a grin. Finoula just laughed as the men returned, carrying the luggage. 

Alaric took one look at his wife's face and laughed, "Aw, Ma—what did you say?" 

Finoula put her hand on her hip and said, "Nothing. I merely asked when you two are planning on giving me some grandchildren!"

Jordan's head jerked up in shock, her doe-brown eyes wide, as Alaric's face turned a mottled shade of red. 

Finoula sauntered over to her husband and said in a mock whisper, "It's so easy, isn't it?" 

He grinned as he looked at the faces of his children. "Were we ever like that?"

She winked at him, "Well, you were, Mr. MacLeod."

He laughed and kissed her on the cheek as he left to carry the bags upstairs to Alaric's room.

"Well," Finoula said briskly, coaxing a stray strand back into her large salt and pepper bun, "Are you hungry?"

Jordan and Alaric looked at each other. "Starving," he said. 

"I should think so! Only a week off from a three-week honeymoon! I'm surprised that you two can even walk straight."

"Ma!" Alaric said in shock as his wife's face took on interesting new shades of crimson.

Finoula grinned at the dismay in her son's shocked hazel eyes, and rubbed together her hands, cackling. "Revenge will be sweet, my darling."

Jordan shook her head and muttered to her husband, "Told you that we should have told her."

Laughing, Finoula ushered them into the kitchen. "Alaric, let this be a lesson to you—always listen to the wise counsel of your wife!"

Jordan and Alaric sat down at the bar chatting while Finoula re-heated a few baked potatoes. "I'm sorry that I don't have more for you," she said, splitting them open and piling them high with broccoli, nonfat sour cream, cheese, roasted garlic, and green onion, "But we don't have much besides Thanksgiving fixings right now."

"It's alright, Finoula," Jordan said, as her husband studiously stuffed his face with steaming hot potato. "After all, you didn't know that we were coming. By the way, when are--" She was interrupted by the sound of the front door bursting open and loud, cheery voices chattering in the hall. "Ah. Speaking of."

Finoula smiled at her, and then hurried from the kitchen to see which of her other children had arrived.

Alaric smiled at Jordan as she tucked into her potato. "Would you like a glass of milk?" he asked. She nodded, still eating, and he poured a couple of glasses for them both. By the time he sat back down, his older sister, her husband, and their three children had all made their way into the kitchen. 

Lorrigan kissed the top of her brother's head and the side of her new sisters cheek, dark wavy hair swirling around her face. "Good to see that you two are finally upright and taking nourishment," she laughed. 

Jordan smiled at her, nodding at Alaric as he started to give her half of the remaining potato. "Why, Pot!" she drawled. "Surely someone with two children and one on the way wouldn't be teasing the kettle about staying upright."

Lorrigan's husband, Bryan, laughed as he came up behind his wife to lay a hand on her rounded belly. "What can I say," he chuckled, rubbing her tummy, "She can't get enough of me. I told her that I had a headache, but the woman just won't take no for an answer. I feel so cheap!"

Lorrigan rolled her expressive hazel eyes and laid her hand over his. "You'll take it and you'll like it!"

"Yes ma'am," he said, giving her an exaggerated kiss on the neck. A tiny, pudgy hand clamped onto Jordan's sleeve and she looked down to see her sloe-eyed, tow-headed niece calmly climbing into her lap. "Lydia," Bryan began warningly, his golden brows snapping together over wintry grey eyes. 

"It's alright," Jordan said, settling the toddler on her lap and feeding her a bit of potato. 

"You keep that one," Lorrigan said, "We'll take the other and go settle. If I know Mom, she's up in my room, trying to unpack everything and put it away herself. Come on Victor." she called to her son. "If you behave, we'll find some cookies for you after we're done upstairs." The shy, silver-haired, six-year-old boy trotted dutifully after his parents. Jordan could hear Bryan heartily greeting his father as the crowd passed through the living room.

Alaric watched as Jordan continued to feed his niece bites of baked potato. "She really likes you," he said, smiling and reaching out a hand to slowly stroke his wife's pretty brown skin.

Jordan lightly bounced Lydia, while stroking her hair. "Well, that's because she has excellent taste, don't you?" she asked. 

Lydia nodded. "I have 'skellent taste," she announced solemnly. 

"Well, there you have it," he said seriously. They continued to eat in silence but, after a while, he looked up at Jordan. "So, do you want one, Princess?"

"Ohhh, no! I'm quite happy being an auntie right now, thank you very much. Besides, this is definitely not the time. We're both still working on our theses, and...we're poor, so regardless of what our parents want...not so much."

Alaric nodded, and reached out to gently stroke one of his niece's soft, plump, rosy cheeks. He grinned. "Sure is fun to practice making them, though."

"Well," Jordan said, patting Lydia's solid little belly. "You certainly are good at that. 

"Good at what?" a voice boomed behind them. They turned to see Alaric's older brother, Blair, grinning at them both. He looked like an older, if shorter and more muscular, version of his little brother. He moved forward to wrap his arms around Alaric's head, mussing his thick, already tousled, wavy hair. "This beanpole? The only things that he's good at are putting away copious amounts of food and hogging all of the hot water."

Alaric laughed, pushing away his brother. "Still jealous of my good looks and superior intellect, I see. It's sad, really. What are you doing with your life? Medicine? Psh. Way to low-ball, loser."

"Whatever, twerp."

"Jerk."

"Nerd."

"Dork."

"Dweeb."

Mrs. Sylvie MacLeod slipped in beside Jordan to watch the ostensible bickering between her husband and brother. Her hair was as dark as her husband's, but straight, where his was wavy, and her eyes were even darker than Jordan's. The dark hair and eyes always looked so elegantly dramatic against her creamy olive skin, Jordan thought enviously. Sylvie leaned toward Jordan and drawled, "They're still children, aren't they?"

"I should hope not," said Jordan dryly, "Or else I'm going to have Chris Hansen knocking down my door, considering what I've been doing to Alaric for the past month." Sylvie gave an uncharacteristically indelicate snort. "Where are the girls?" Jordan asked, looking for her other nieces.

"I have absolutely no idea," Sylvie said cheerfully. "Probably somewhere searching the house for the doorway to Narnia."

"That's adorable!"

"I don't know about adorable, but it is convenient." Sylvie leaned in confidentially, "If you're going to have children, make sure to have at least two. That way, they can amuse each other."

Jordan laughed. "You're terrible!"

Sylvie gave her a knowing wink. "I'm a mother who now has twins safely ensconced in the loving bosom of the private school system. What I am is grateful. Maybe now I can reacquaint myself with that little known delicacy, sleep."

"Oh, please! You know that you love your hectic schedule. Work, kids, Blair--take away any one of those, and you wouldn't know what to do with yourself. You thrive on the adrenaline high."

"Touché," Sylvie allowed. 

The house shuddered as the front door slammed open, and shrieks of joy echoed through the halls. The brothers looked at each other and Blair said laconically, "Welcome Elspeth and company."

A lone scout padded into the kitchen to explore the new territory. Lydia squirmed off of Jordan's lap to go pet the enormous husky. The other two trotted in to surround the little girl, sniffing and licking her face while she giggled uncontrollably. Tall, lanky Elspeth and her even taller husband, Akio, breezed in after their dogs, with all of the children trailing eagerly behind, ready for some prime playful puppy action. 

Elspeth hugged and kissed her brothers and sisters. "Hey, guys! What's new and exciting?"

"Well—" Alaric started.

"That's nice--I'm pregnant!" She grinned widely at their shocked faces. 

Jordan recovered first. "Congratulations!" she said, hugging Elspeth tightly. 

"I second that," Sylvie said warmly, rubbing Elspeth's shoulder.

Alaric and Blair surrounded Akio, thumping him roughly on the back and teasing. "Takahashi, you lascivious dog!" 

Akio grinned and slipped an arm around Elspeth, who nuzzled into his side. "I hope that it's a girl," he said softly, looking lovingly into his wife's shining eyes, "and that she looks just like you."

Blair and Alaric made not-so-surreptitious gagging noises. Without looking, Elspeth shot out a hand and smacked them. 

"Oh, burn!" Akio said, pretending to be sympathetic. He laughed at her brother's indignant faces. "With a wife like mine, who needs ADT?" 

Blair smirked. "Let's see how enamoured you still are once she's seven months along and sending you out into the snow at 3 AM for pickled eggs and Nutella." He shuddered. 

Sylvie waved her hand loftily. "You had middle-of-the-night shopping trips, I had 72 hours of labouring to push two watermelons through a pinhole. We all had our burdens to bear."

Akio ran his fingers his raven's wing hair, pushing it out of his face. "I'm rather looking forward to late-night pregnancy cravings. They'll make me feel all hunter-gatherer," he said, jokingly pushing out his chest.

Finola wandered into the kitchen with Lorrigan and Bryan. She took in the scene and stopped, her eyes shooting to Elspeth.

"No!" she said, her face lighting.

Elspeth nodded excitedly. "Yes!"

"You aren't!"

"I am!"

Finola and Lorrigan whooped and rushed in to drag both Elspeth and a tolerantly patient Akio into a four-way bear hug.

Jordan leaned over to Alaric and whispered, "How does she do that?"

He shrugged. "I have no idea. It's her thing."

"She's good. She's very good."

"You can imagine how much fun it was growing up under the all-seeing eye," he said dryly.

She winced. "Thank goodness for benevolently distracted professors," she rejoined, referring to her own loving, if scatterbrained, parents. 

"I heard that!" Finola shot over her shoulder at them.

"Yes, she does that, too," Alaric said, responding to his wife's bemused expression. 

The children began shooting around the kitchen, playing some game that seemingly consisted solely of screeching and chasing. The normally large kitchen was overfilled with the sounds of laughter, chatting, childish shrieks, and the occasional bark, as the dogs joined in the children's chase. Alaric looked apologetically at his small, shy wife. He took her hand and squeezed it, and she smiled and leaned toward him, saying, "It's alright. I rather like all of the energy. It's very festive."

"So, not regretting having married into such an overwhelming family, yet?"

Jordan's curls bounced as she laughed. "Not yet!"

*****************

Later that night, Jordan and Alaric trooped tiredly up to his room. It had been a long day, and they wanted nothing more than to bathe, crawl into bed, curl up, and pass out for the night. Alaric went down the hall to use another shower, while Jordan used the bathroom that joined his room to Blair's. They came into the room at the same moment, grinning at their synchronicity. Jordan peeled back the covers and stopped. Throwing back her head, she began to laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. Confused, Alaric looked at his bed. Covering his mattress were his old, faded Batman sheets which he hadn't seen since he was 15. He shook his head, embarrassed. "Tricksy hobbitses," he muttered, referencing his mother. 

"Now we're even!" Finola called as she walked down the hall.

Jordan looked at him, wide-eyed. "How does she do that?!" she mouthed.

He shook his head, turned off the lamp, climbed into bed, and curled up behind her, tucking the covers around their bodies. She snuggled against his warm chest and tucked her soft bottom into the nest of his pelvis. He wrapped an arm around her waist, tucking his body as close to hers as he could. She sighed, basking in the quiet peace, lulled by his soft breath ghosting across the back of her neck. He spread his large, warm hand over her soft belly and pressed her even closer to him, stroking the smooth strip of skin that peeked between her flannel pyjama bottoms and his over-sized undergrad tee. She closed her eyes, breathing in his lovely clean smell. He slipped closer, nuzzling the back of her neck, comforted by the scent of her hair. 

They slept.

****************

Jordan awoke in the milky light of dawn, to the sensation of her husband's fingertips slowly drawing circles against the exposed flesh of her creamy belly. She murmured nonsense, instinctively pushing her bottom closer to his warmth. She felt a rush of warmth on the back of her neck as Alaric growled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. She realized that she was no longer snuggled into the soft, springy nest of his crotch, but that her bottom was pressed against a the hard bar of his erection. She grinned, eyes still closed and shook her head, mumbling, "No, Alaric". 

She could feel him placing small, soft, delicate, deliberate kisses on the back of her neck and she turned to hide her face in the pillow.

"Yes..." he rumbled, his voice sleep-roughed and wicked. His hand slowly moved to splay just under her breasts, softly stroking the silken skin. 

"We are not having sex in your mother's house on your Batman sheets," she said, turning her face toward his, her eyes still closed. 

Alaric said nothing, merely moved his mouth to place more delicate kisses along the edge of her mouth. The hand that had been under her neck moved down to slip itself under her, and wrap around her breasts, pulling her closer. His other hand moved in slow, comforting, hypnotic circles over her ribs and belly, lulling her back into relaxation. He moved his mouth to her ear and licked her earlobe, making her shiver. 

She tried again. "I am not having sex with you--in your mother's house--with all of your siblings sleeping innocently in their beds." Jordan felt his mouth grin behind her ear. 

"And what makes you think," he purred "that my siblings aren't doing the very same thing?" His breath was hot against her ear and it still smelled lightly of last night's Colgate.

She turtled, drawing her head into her chest and pulling the blankets over herself, in a silly attempt to fend off his advances. "You're a fiend!" she whispered loudly. "A sex fiend!"

Alaric grinned to himself and moved his hand to coaxingly stroke her hip, running his fingertips just under the waistband of her bottoms. He pulled her body even closer to his, feeling her squirm at the wiry strength of his arm. He knew that she loved feeling the iron in his grip. In fact, he could feel her, her bottom unconsciously tucking up, trying to let her rest her core on his aching shaft. He could feel her blooming against him, and he purred in appreciation. He nuzzled the back of her neck, opening his mouth to whisper teasingly against her skin, "Your sex fiend." He pushed his hips against her bottom, letting her unconsciously rub herself against his hungry erection. He could feel her nipples poking into his forearm, feel her pushing her chest against his arm, testing his strength. 

She whined softly, then said. "I have to go help your mother cook for Thanksgiving..."

He lowered his voice and purred into her ear, "No one's awake, Princess...it's just you and me..." punctuating each thought with a slow, sucking kiss against her exposed shoulder. 

"But they'll hear us..." He knew that he was winning. "Let me take care of that. Let me take care of you. Will you? Will you let me take care of you, baby?"

She gave a low, heartfelt moan and then nodded. 

That was all that he needed. 

Alaric slipped from behind her to crawl over Jordan's sleep-heavy body. He burrowed underneath the covers, using his mouth to nudge the tee higher up her soft belly. Under the covers, he was surrounded by the floral aroma of her soap and the warm, sweet scent of her burgeoning arousal. He placed slow, licking kisses against her sleep-warmed tummy, feeling her fingers lazily wending their way through his thick hair, alternating between tugging and pulling him closer. He gave an open-mouthed grin against her navel, dipping his tongue inside to tease the sensitive hollow, and was rewarded with a lazy lift of her hips and a low, purring sigh. 

He wanted to go slowly, wanted to savour his wife, but the truth was, he didn't know how soon the household would waken, and he needed to feel her naked, pressing against him for as long as possible. So, he moved his mouth south, using his chin to nudge her bottoms out of his way as he lapped at the hot, sensitive hollow of her hipbone. Alaric heard her muffled whimper and imagined the way that her sharp white teeth sank into her plump pink bottom lip when she was trying to stifle her reactions. He grinned, slid his hands up her hips, hooking his fingers into her bottoms to slowly, inexorably pull them off of her. 

Jordan lifted her hips to help him, and as the plaid flannel cleared her bottom, he paused, feeling his entire body grow as rigid as his erection. No panties. His wife had been sleeping next to him all night, soft bottom practically suction cupped to his crotch and she hadn't had on any panties. He could feel the tickle of her curls brushing against his lips as his cheek rested on her hipbone, and he had to move his head to stifle his heartfelt groan against her inner thigh. Alaric felt her squirming underneath him, trying to wriggle the rest of the way out of the bottoms, and he wrapped them around his hand, yanking them off in one violent tug that made her gasp and arch in sensuous surprise. 




Shhh...



"Wicked girl," he breathed over her curls, as he moved between her legs, preparing to taste the only Thanksgiving meal he really wanted. Alaric stopped as he felt his wife frantically tugging on his hair, clutching at his shoulders, trying to pull him back up her body. Disappointed, he allowed himself to be dragged from under the covers, but comforted himself by nudging his hips to rest between her soft thighs. He leaned his forehead against hers, reveling in the warm mint-tinged breath that puffed over his face. "What is it, Princess?" he whispered, lazily dragging his heavy erection over her sensitive lips.

"Mmm," Jordan purred, and then shook her head. "I mean, no! No, you can't do that. I can't..." she looked up at him with pleading doe eyes, "I can't keep quiet if you do that."

"Mmm, no?" he rumbled, ego soaring. 

"Mm-mm," she murmured, her hips moving in perfect opposition with his, as she rubbed her swollen slit against the hard front of his pyjama bottoms.

"Mmm, okay, Princess. I'll be good. For you. This time," he said, nipping her lower lip and sucking it into his mouth. Alaric felt her shudder under his body, and then she slid her hands under his pyjama bottoms to cup his firm cheeks. His eyes closed, and he buried his face in her neck, body relaxing as she kneaded his bottom, pushing him closer to her. 

"Off..." she whispered desperately, trying to gain enough purchase to take off his boxers and bottoms. "Off..."

"Yes, ma'am," he chuckled, reaching down to shuck off the clothing that kept her from what she wanted. 

"Yes..." she purred, arching under him as his heavy shaft fell against her sensitive, swollen slit.

He slid his hands under her shirt, moving them up until her pretty little flushed face reappeared. Jordan's hands were above her head, tangled in the shirt and, for a moment, Alaric felt tempted to leave them there. Later, he decided, when they were back home, and he could take his time with her. Tie her down and tease her until she demanded that he give her what she wanted. 

Alaric jerked the shirt free, throwing it to the ground and, climbing onto his knees, quickly pulled off his own, tossing it behind him. Before he came back down on top of her, he took a moment to enjoy the sight of her, flushed and willing beneath him, nipples glowing and tight, thighs soft and open around his, swollen lips glistening with liquid proof of her arousal. 

He could feel his heartbeat pulsing in his shaft, and a drop of pre-cum welled from his slit to slide slowly down his veiny cock. Alaric wrapped his large hand around his shaft squeezing firmly and twisting until more pre-cum appeared on his slit. With a heartfelt groan, he watched as the thick, syrupy liquid slowly dripped down onto his wife's already wet slit. He leaned forward, bracing one hand under her arm, and used his swollen head to rub his hot, thick pre-cum all over his little Jordan's slick, smooth lips. She ran her fingertips lazily up and down his arm, watching while he marked her, and then looked up into his face. His eyes met hers. "Mine," he growled.

Jordan nodded lazily, slow and satisfied in her own power. Before her husband had a chance to move, she arched under him, sliding one leg over his hip, wrapping one arm around his neck, and then pulled her body up to his. Alaric held himself stone still as she slowly, sensuously rubbed her body against his, her firm nipples tracing hypnotic patterns on his chest, her warm, wet lips opening over his aching, steely shaft and swollen, hot balls. She caressed her free palm over the back of his head, over his ears, as she rubbed her wetness all over him, saturating his curls and covering every inch of his manhood with her slipperiness. She raked her teeth over his earlobe and sucked it into her mouth before breathing in his ear, "Mine..."

Alaric groaned, unable to keep still. He wrapped his free arm around her, and gently lowered their bodies to the bed, careful not to crush his diminutive, if ardent wife. He was nodding, his eyes rolling in the back of his head at the soft sucking sensation of her wet lips against his pulsating erection. "Yours...all yours, Princess. I am yours, every inch," his voice lowered to a rumble, "every drop..."

Jordan cooed in pleasure at his words. "Yea?" she breathed, her voice high and breathy.

"Yea," Alaric groaned, his own voice almost as breathy as hers, as she had taken that moment to sink her teeth into the firm muscle of his shoulder. He sucked in a hissing breath as his cock grew even harder. "Mmm, yea, Princess. Mark me; mark your property, baby." He could feel her soft little tongue lapping at the sensitive bite, lips sucking at the small wound. He knew that he would have a blossoming bruise there by the time they were done and the knowledge made him bare his teeth in satisfaction. He brought his face down to his wife's neck, nuzzling her warm, fragrant skin as she lifted her head, exposing the long expanse of her caramel neck. 

She whimpered as he scraped his teeth over her silken skin, shivering as he moved down to nibble her collarbone. Jordan slid her fingers through his thick hair, and he knew what she wanted. Alaric sighed regretfully against her neck, his warm lips kissing, stroking. "I can't, Princess, I'm sorry. Not where they'll see." Jordan's body shuddered under his, and he bit his lip, trying to hold onto his control. With a throaty moan, she pushed him down her body, and pressed his mouth to her breast. 

"Yes, yes," she panted, and he gave in, gave her what she wanted. Opening his mouth over her firm little breast, he sank his teeth into the warm, yielding flesh, sucking as he bit. Jordan arched, throwing back her head and opening her mouth, but before she could cry out, he brought his hand up to her mouth, clamping it over her cry of satisfaction. His wife opened her eyes in surprise, and he looked up at her just in time to see her pupils dilate in desire. He groaned against the nipple in his mouth as she tugged his hair, and dragged the flat of her tongue over his palm. He knew just what that clever little tongue could do, and he wanted it. 

Jordan's rosy brown nipple popped out of his mouth as he turned his head to rest his bristly cheek against her soft breasts, trying to control himself. Why had he started this? It was driving him crazy, the urge to bite, to lick, to taste, the urge to pull her down onto her knees and feel her suckling little mouth driving him crazy. He nuzzled her breasts, and she moaned behind his palm at the prickly sensation of his cheek against her sensitive nipples. 

He had to take control again, or he would forget what he was trying to do, and the whole house would know what they were doing. Alaric climbed to his knees and crawled behind her, fitting her small, soft body to his long, hard frame without moving his hand from her mouth. His shaft lay cradled at the cleft of her soft cheeks, but he just had to ignore that. Ignoring it would be a lot easier, he thought grimly, if Jordan would stop sliding herself seductively up and down his dick forcing more pre-cum to paint her firm cheeks, inviting him to slide between them and thrust while she clenched around his length, her rosebud tickling the underside of his shaft until he blew all over her back. It was a game that they both enjoyed since she discovered it in a book...

Alaric wrenched his mind back to the present. He slid his right hand under her right arm, curving it up over her chest, and switched hands over her mouth. He then had to bury his face in her hair to stifle a laugh as he heard her giggle, felt the bubbles of sweet laughter tickling his palm. He slipped his left arm under her left arm, curving it around her waist until they were almost in the same position that they had been when they started. This time, however, instead of seductively stroking the soft skin of her little belly, he let his hand wander lower, stroking the tips of his fingers over her soft curls. She lay quiet in his arms, her eyes closed as she blossomed under his petting. 

Jordan started to squirm as his hand moved lower, moving her head against the palm held so firmly over her mouth. Alaric brought his mouth to her ear, breathing, "Moan, Princess. I have you baby, no one will hear. Make as much noise as you want." She was about to playfully nip him for his overconfidence, when his questing fingers found her swollen bud, and she thrashed in his arms, hips arching, trying to rub against his fingers. She was moaning, whimpering without even knowing it, as his fingers slid under her hood, pulling it back to expose the pink pearl that was the centre of her most intense pleasure. He trailed a fingernail over the top and, without meaning to, she bit him. Alaric grunted, feeling his dick pulse in answer, his balls so full, so heavy with cum that they burned. He groaned against her neck. It was such a good burn... 

She whimpered as he slid his fingers away from her sensitive clitoris to gently tug at her inner lips with the webs of his fingers. "Do you like that, Princess? Do you like my big, strong hand playing with your wet little cunt?" he whispered wickedly, running the tip of his tongue over the shell of her ear. Jordan shivered at his words, squirming in his arms as he played with her sensitive, swollen lips. She felt him smile against her ear as he drew back his hand and lightly tapped her, each tap sending streaks of pleasure like lightning through her erect little clitoris, to spread up to her aching, tingling nipples. 

Alaric bit his lip as he felt her wetness coating his fingers, connecting his fingers to her sex with each playful tap. She was so wet. He could feel it seeping back between her thighs to soak his curls and slowly drip teasingly down his balls. Without thinking, he quickly pumped against her wetness, rubbing his balls against her dripping opening, covering himself with her heat, her scent. 

He moved his fingers lower, to trace his wife's opening. Alaric felt her go still, as he let his fingertips explore. He could feel little flutters kissing his fingers, and he groaned against her shoulder, thinking about how good they were going to feel gently clamping down on his aching cock. He started to slide two fingers into her, but stopped when he felt her shaking her head. 

He moved his hand from her mouth, and she twisted to look up at him, whispering, "No, I want you..."

He nuzzled her mouth, purring darkly. "You're going to have me, Princess. I'm just going to make you come on my fingers first..."

She whined softly, "I want you, baby. Please, I need you... Stop teasing me...I need to feel you filling me up, thrusting into me, owning me, making me yours..." She punctuated each new idea with a slow roll of her body, brushing it against his.

Alaric groaned into her hair, her words and movements making his dick ache so bad, that he didn't think that he could stand it much longer. He was panting as he said, "But baby, I thought you liked it when I touch you...when I pet my Princess...when I make you lose it all over my fingers..."

Jordan's eyes closed and she purred at his words. "I do...I like that....I love it," she admitted. "But I need to feel you inside of me, losing it...losing yourself..." She twisted just a bit further and licked his mouth.

His control snapped. He flipped her over, pulling her onto her knees and opening them wide. Alaric wrapped his wet fingers around her hip, lined himself with her opening, and then slowly slid inside. Jordan gasped at the feeling of being stretched and filled, and Alaric slipped his other fingers into her mouth, feeling her tongue sliding over them, closing his eyes as he imagined how good that wet tongue would feel on his cock. Mmm, later. 

With firm, shallow thrusts, he was soon inside of her, her soft cheeks pressed against his pelvis, the backs of her warm thighs firmly resting against the hard, flexing fronts of his. He leaned over her body, resting his chest against her back. Jordan's bottom was up in the air, her cheek against the bed, her mouth steadily sucking on his long fingers. He loved her in this position, open, helpless, wanton. He knew that she loved it, too; loved the feeling of being overtaken, filled, covered by him. He sank his teeth into her shoulder as he began to thrust, firmly holding her in place with one hand kneading her firm breasts, teasing her pouting nipples as the other slowly drew his fingers in and out of her mouth in a teasing counter rhythm. His wife had an oral fixation, and it was his deepest pleasure to indulge it at every possible opportunity. 

Jordan whimpered around his fingers, sweetly sucking as her cunt milked his cock, coaxing him to release the cum boiling in his swollen balls. Alaric groaned incoherently into her shoulder, suckling and licking the hungry bites that he lavished against her creamy caramel shoulder. As much as she was able, his wife arched her back, nuzzling his forehead, encouraging him. He gave it to her like he knew she liked it, slow, hard thrusts, each one making her body jump with its force. 

Despite her small size, his wife was no wilting flower. He knew that she could take it, and that she reveled in him losing himself with her. He paused to slowly circle his hips, making her grind against him. He tore his mouth away from her shoulder to whisper roughly into her ear. "That's it, Princess, take what you want. You like it when I take you like this? Hard and rough? Mmm..." he nuzzled her ear, "Just looking at you spread out before me makes me want to come. I can feel you tightening around my hard dick, milking it..." He thrust his hips hard, making her breasts bounce as she took his cock. "You like taking my cock, don't you, Princess? Like to ride it...cover it with your slippery wetness..."

By this point, Alaric almost didn't even have to move. His wife was sliding up and down his thick pole on her own, his words driving her into that special place where all she cared about was feeling him filling her up, rubbing his body against hers, covering her with his scent. All the same, he kept up with his thrusts because they just felt so good. Every inch of his thick cock felt like it was being licked with tongues of maddening, teasing fire and he wanted more. He wanted to feel her clamp down on him, wanted to feel her wetness seeping out of her stretched cunt, around his thick base to drip down his balls, to slide down his thighs. 

Jordan pouted as her husband removed his clever fingers from her breasts. When he slid them over her hungry pearl, however, she thrashed underneath him, bringing him dangerously close to the brink. He paused, not moving, just letting her work herself on his swollen shaft, each clench and flutter making his stomach tighten with the need to come. When she had worked herself into a steady rhythm, he began to move, making her gasp around the fingers he had buried in her mouth at the double sensations of his cock plundering her sensitive cunt, and his strong fingers working her erect, sensitive bud. 

Alaric rested his cheek against his wife's back, rolling his hips in opposition to his fingers pinching and plucking at her pearl, gently tickling the special spot under her hood that drove her crazy. All of the sensations were too much. Jordan squirmed artlessly, feeling the electric sensation building inside, around her sensitive opening still stretched to the brink around her husband's thick, driving dick, in her hard little clitoris, in her tingling nipples. Her mouth clamped on his fingers as her cunt clamped down on his cock, milking him as she came on his driving shaft.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt her release, heard her whimpering cries leaking around the fingers buried in her small, sucking mouth. He thrust once, twice, three times, and growled as his cock burst with cum. He could feel each pull as his balls drained themselves in his wife's tight little fluttering cunt. With each spasm, he thrust deeper into her, needing to fill her tight sex, needing to splash his hot, creamy jizz all over her clamping walls, mark his territory even as her spasming sex sucked every drop out of him, owning all he was. 

Alaric collapsed on top of his wife, gasping in her ear, groaning at the unbelievable relief of feeling his balls emptying themselves into her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled, keeping her close to him as he nuzzled the back of her neck. He could feel her panting in his arms, and he moved a hand to slowly stroke her hip, calming her down. He smoothed his mouth over her neck, over her shoulder, whispering into her skin how much he loved her, how he belonged to her, how he could never have enough of her.

He turned her over onto her back, sliding under her arm, so that he could rest his head on her breasts, his broad palm spanning her belly as he stroked the soft, damp skin. Jordan brought a weak hand to his head, threading her fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp, reveling in his adoration. 

Just as they had almost drifted back to sleep, there was a knock at the door. Alaric lifted his head from his wife's breast, preparing to ask who it was when he heard his mother say, "I'm going downstairs to start Thanksgiving breakfast. Feel free to put on some clothes and join me."

Jordan looked mutely up at her husband, mouthing, "Do you think that she knows?"

He shook his head. She couldn't know. They had been quiet, he was sure of it...

Finoula covered her mouth to stifle her laughter as she walked back toward her husband and they made their way downstairs.

"So?" he asked, laughing at her impish expression.

"Oh, yes. They were definitely doing what I said that they were doing," she nodded.

"How did you know?" 

She scoffed. "They were way too quiet. It was like...a black hole of noise. That drew my attention. And then I heard the bed moving waaay too much for proper REM attainment." She sniffed, and then loftily said "Clearly they don't appreciate the full scope of my powers."

Alasdair grinned at her. "Foolish mortals."

"Aren't they just?"

"Well, fortunately for me, I appreciate them."

"Oh, I know. Especially the power of holiday breakfast."

He nuzzled her neck as he began pulling her back up the stairs toward their room. "Oh, I don't know...there are a few other powers that I think I appreciate a bit more..."

Finoula purred throatily as her husband began nibbling her neck. "Oh?"

"Oh, yes," he asserted. "Why don't you show off a few?"

She chuckled, tossing her head defiantly as Alasdair closed their bedroom door. 

"Let them eat cereal."



Shhh! Dad's Asleep



"Hi Jenny. What's happening?"

"Come on in, Susy. Say, remember last time you were here and we were talking about guys' cocks and how you would like to see one, but we couldn't come up with a safe way?"

"Yeah. You're not planning anything stupid are you?"

"No. I've got the perfect plan. See how you like this. You know how my dad is always traveling to Europe on business? When he gets home, he says the best way he has found to get over the time change is to go right to bed and sleep until the next morning. He takes a bunch of sleeping pills to knock himself out and would sleep through a hurricane."

"So?"

"He came in this afternoon and went right to bed. I went into his room after about half an hour and started making little noises to see how sound asleep he was. Nothing bothered him. He didn't even groan."

"So?"

"So, Smarty, I went over to the bed and started pulling the covers back to see if that would wake him up. I didn't know what I was going to do if it did, but he slept right on." "Really?"

"Really! Are you starting to get the picture now?"

"Yeah! Go on! What was he wearing?"

"Nothing!"

"Nothing?"

"Nothing at all. His cock was laying over his leg about a foot long, right out there for me to look at as long as I wanted. I didn't know they were so long."

"You did it? You actually looked at your father's cock?"

"I sure did, and I played with it, too."

"YOU PLAYED WITH IT? Oops! Guess I should be quieter."

"Don't worry. There's nobody to hear you. My mom has gone shopping with Aunt Ruth and Dad is still out cold. He won't hear a gun go off before morning. That's why Mom wouldn't take me shopping with her. Somebody has to be here to get Daddy out of the house if we had a fire or something."

"WOW! You really played with it?"

"Yeah. A really long time. The only reason I stopped was to call you. Want to go see it?"

"Wow! You mean it? You sure he won't wake up?"

"He wouldn't know if a train went through the house. Come on."

"Wow! You just left him laying there naked without even covering him up?"

"Sure. No need to whisper. He can't hear you. Do you like his prick?"

"Oh, golly. Wow! I never thought I would see one before I got to college. Are they all that big?"

"Hey, if you think that's big, just watch this."

"What are you doing?"

"I told you that you don't have to whisper. I'm jacking him off to make his prick get hard. That's what you do when you fuck. It makes the guy get hard so he can put it in our pussy to make babies. Don't you pay attention in sex education class?"

"Well, I remember the words, but I never expected anything like this. Wow! Look how big it's getting. It does that even when he is asleep?"

"That's not all it does while he is asleep. Here, you do it just like I was and see what happens."

"Really?"

"Go ahead. You're going to get a surprise."

"Oh, golly. It's getting real big now and starting to tremble. What do I do now?"

"You're doing just what I did. You better stop for a second and we can take our dresses off. I had to change before you came over."

"Why?"

"Just do it. You'll understand in a few seconds."

"Oh. Well OK. It just feels funny to take my clothes off in front of your dad."

"Right now, he's not even my dad, he's just a big chunk of meat we're playing with. I'll keep him hard while you strip, but you better hurry if you don't want to miss the good part."

"The good part?"

"Yeah! Now hurry! Here, we can both pump him. Get ready for the fireworks."

"Wow! Oh wow! Golly, wow! Wow, wow, wow, wow, wow."

"Does that mean you like my surprise?"

"Wow, oh wow, oh wow."

"Here, taste some of it."

"Do you think we should?"

"When are you going to get another chance to learn all this stuff without having to worry about getting caught or having some guy think he can go all the way?"

"Right now, I wouldn't mind going all the way. My pussy is on fire. Did you make him shoot like that before?"

"Yeah, that's why I had to change clothes. He got cum all over me."

"Is that what you call it? Can we make him do it again?"

"You really weren't listening in class were you?"

"Well, sort of, but it was kind of embarrassing, so I didn't pay too much attention." 

"Well, guys can only do it so often. After they cum, it takes them a while before they can do it again. What they told us in class was that you can make them get hard again quicker if you suck their cocks."

"Suck them? Are you sure they said to suck them? Put them in our mouths?"

"Look, if you really want to learn this stuff, just do what I tell you. I was paying attention in class."

"I don't remember anything in class about putting their cocks in our mouth."

"Well, I didn't learn that part in class. When I first came into the room, and started making noise to see how much it would take to wake him up, I started opening and closing drawers to see if the sound would bother him. One of the things I found in the drawers was a porno tape, so I watched it while I played with Daddy's cock and did the things the people in the movie did."

"You did! What did you do? Can I see it? You didn't fuck him did you?"

"Slow down, slow down. Yes, you can watch it, and yes, I did fuck him. You can, too, if you want to."

"You did? You actually fucked your father and didn't even say a word until now?"

"When have you let me say anything?" Yeah. I fucked him. I got up on the bed and straddled his prick and let it sink all the way into my pussy. It hurt a lot at first, but then it really started to feel good."

"Wait! I've got to absorb all this. You really fucked your own father?"

"I told you, when he's drugged like this, he isn't my father. He's just a big hard cock we can do anything we want to with. Do you want to fuck him?"

"Oh! Oh, wow! I don't know. Things are going too fast for me. You just called to tell me to come over and ten minutes later, I'm sitting here naked with your father's cum on me, sucking his prick. Do I want to fuck him? I don't know yet."

"Well, if you don't, I do. Watch this."

"Oh, wow! Oh, golly! Wow!"

"Watch it slide right up my pussy. I'm so wet from playing with it that it's going in a lot easier than the first time."

"Ooooh! You're really turning me on. What do I do?"

"Play with your pussy while you watch me fuck him. Stick your finger inside and feel your hymen. You remember that much, don't you?"

"Are you sure it's ok? Aren't you going to wake him up with all that bouncing up and down on his prick?"

"No, I told you he was out. Trust me. Now go ahead and get yourself sexed up if you want to try this."

"I don't know how."

"Well, don't cry. Come up here and straddle Dad's legs. Put your pussy where I can reach it and I'll show you how. This is what they did in the porno movie."

"Ok. Oooh. That feels good. What did you do?"

"I touched your clitoris. You have to know about the clitoris."

"Sure. I know about the clitoris. I just never had anyone else touch it. Touch it again."

"I'll do better than that."

"Woweee! Did you just lick it?"

"Yeah. Doesn't it feel good?"

"It felt fantastic!"

"Ok, now I'll keep licking it while I fuck you with my finger. You can have your first orgasm."

"Really? You can make me have an orgasm? I thought only boys could do that."

"Not according to that movie."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. I see. Oh! What does it feel like to have your Dad's prick all the way in your belly?"

"Come sit on it and you can see for yourself. I think you're ready now."

"Umm, I'm still not sure."

"Ok, then. Just sit there and watch. I'm going to fuck him myself and get all of his cum. After this, I don't think he will have any more today. This is your last chance to get fucked in a safe way. Teehee, not in a 'Safeway'. They would throw you out."

"Ok, ok. Move over. I may never get a chance as good as this. How do I do it?"

"Just do what I did. You saw me. I'll hold your pussy lips open and guide his cock into you. That's more help than I had. I'll even tickle your clit to take your mind off the pain until you get past your hymen. Then you won't care."

"Oh, it hurts. It hurts."

"Yeah, but not for long. Doesn't it feel good when I tickle your clit?"

"Yeah."

"Ok. Just keep thinking about how good that feels and relax. That's the best thing you can do to make it go all the way in."

"Are you sure it will go all the way? It feels really big."

"It went in me and I'm no bigger than you. There! It looks like you just went past the hymen. It's starting to go deeper. Bounce up and down a little to grease it up some. It will help. That's the way. Up, down, up, down. Getting better?"

"Oh yeah! Getting much better. What a great idea! Can we do this next time he goes to Europe?"

"You bet! Maybe with all we know now, we can do some other stuff, too. You wouldn't believe what some of those women did in that movie. They put cucumbers and bananas and all kinds of stuff in their cunts and even licked each other's cunts at the same time. They called it 'sixty-nine'."

"Oh. You're getting me so excited and his prick is getting bigger, too. Is he going to cum in me?"

"It looks that way. You better get off. You don't want to get pregnant. We can suck him off and see if he can get hard again. If he can't, we can try the 69 to get ourselves off. Wait! Here he comes! Put your mouth over the end and catch all you can, then let me have the rest."

"What do I do now?"

"Don't talk with your mouth full. Swallow it. It cures zits."

"It does?"

"Sure. That's what I read. You lick my clit while I suck Daddy dry, then I'll turn around and lick yours till we get off."

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.!"

"Did you cum?"

"I think I'm still cumming."

"Good. Let's see if we can get Daddy hard one more time before he wakes up. He's going to have a hard time explaining to Mom why he can't get it hard when she wakes him up tonight. You lie on that side and rub your tits on his chest. I'll lie on this side and we can jack him off together.

"Oh, wow! It's working! Can I go first this time?"

"Sure, I'll try the other thing I read about. You sit on his cock and I'll stick my finger up his ass. That's supposed to really make guys get off hard. It massages their prostate gland where the cum is made."

"You sure know a lot for somebody my age."

"Well, I didn't tell you that I found the pornos a long time ago and some books. I've been masturbating since I learned how and waiting to see if we could get a dick to play with. It's really neat that Daddy is letting us play with his."

"Yeah. I would be mortified if he were awake. Are you sure he won't wake up early?"

"Trust me. Just fuck. You should be able to get off again without making him cum, especially if I lick your clit while you fuck. Then you can do the same for me. Daddy won't mind being left out this time. He may be sore from all the tight pussy he's had today."

"Gee, thanks, Jenny. I've got to run, but that was the most fantastic experience of my whole life. When does your father go back to Europe?'

"In about two weeks."

"Can we fuck him again?"

"I'm sure we can. See ya."

"Bye."

"Did you like her, Daddy?"

"Kid, not only do you have the most fantastic body and the tightest cunt I've ever fucked, but you've got a real talent for lining up virgins. How can I ever thank you?"

"Just shut up and fuck, Daddy. Mom will be home soon and she's so greedy with your big cock."

"Yeah, but remember. She's bringing Aunt Ruth. We can have a four-way."

"Cool. I can be sitting in your lap with my cunt full of prick when they come in the door. Should I wear my little sundress?"

"Wear your Catholic schoolgirl outfit, with pigtails. It always turns your mother on more to think of how much we are debauching you."

"Well! What have we here? You naughty girl! Aren't you a little too old to be sitting on that dirty man's lap? What if he put his hand on your thigh? See! I knew it! I knew he would put his hand on your thigh. What if he pushed your skirt up higher? Everybody would see your thighs and he would be able to touch your sweet upper thighs. See, Ruth. I told you. I told you that filthy man would be corrupting my sweet, precious daughter. Watch him push her skirt higher and higher. 

See how she squirms on his lap? Oh! It's so disgusting it makes me want to throw up. See? You can see the edge of her little white panties. How awful! What if everybody could see everybody's panties? Wouldn't that be awful? See? See mine? They aren't white and they aren't plain and virginal like my sweet daughter. Should I leave my dress around my waist like this for everybody to see?

Look! That nasty man has his hand touching her sweet, innocent, vagina. What if everyone could touch anyone's vagina? What if I just stood here in my own front room, completely dressed and put my finger into my own vagina? Would that be right? Watch him! He's putting it in and out of my sweet baby. Now he's licking his finger. Here, lick my finger. See why he's doing that.

Get up off his lap, my sweet baby. He doesn't deserve an innocent little child like you to sit in his lap if he's going to act that way. Oh! He has his nasty prick inside my sweet baby. Sit back down, child. Everyone will see his nasty prick inside your sweet vagina. No, get up. No, sit back down. I don't know. We have to hide that smelly thing before anyone else sees it.

Here, Ruth. You sit on it to hide it and I'll tend to the child. Her poor privates are much too sore to be touched with a soft cloth, so I will just lick the tender parts until she feels better."

"Oh, Mom! You're so dramatic."

"Hush, child. Let me soothe your poor inflamed tissues. In fact, some of mine are very inflamed too. I'll just turn around and you can help your poor mother."

"When is your next 'trip to Europe', Hank?"

"Depends on how many virgins Jenny has lined up. Wait till you see the tapes from today. That little Suzy was one hot fuck. You know, the worst part of this scam is keeping my eyes shut while these beautiful chicks are humping my dick. If we weren't making the tapes to watch afterwards, I couldn't manage it at all. Of course, the money the Japanese are paying to watch two virgins fuck themselves on a mature man's dick helps me tolerate it a bit, too."

"Yeah, Dad. She loved your prick and loved it almost as much when I sucked her cunt. Maybe Mom will go with you on your next 'trip'. I may have a boy lined up."

"Hey! There's no need to wait. I have an idea."

"Hey Jimmy! Are you still wanting to get into my pants?"

"Wow! You bet, Jenny! Does this mean you're finally going to let me have some?"

"Maybe. Maybe I'm saving myself for my younger brother. Who knows? Come by my house after school and we'll see."

"You mean it?"

"Come by around four and see."

"Hey Jenny! Wow! You look hot! Are you gonna let me fuck you?"

"Slow down, boy. I haven't decided yet. Here. Grab a beer and come with me."

"Why?"

"You can leave if you aren't willing to go along with me. Wanta leave now?"

"No."

"Then shut up and come upstairs. I want to show you something."

"What?"

"That's two. One more and you're outta here."

"Ok, ok. Sorry."

"Just come with me."

"See?"

"Golly, wow, gee, oh shit! Is that your mother?"

"Yeah."

"But she's naked!"

"I know."

"Doesn't it bother you for me to see your mother naked, even if she's asleep?"

"If it bothered me, why would I bring you here?"

"I don't know. Wow! What if she woke up while I was there?"

"She won't wake up. She has these awful migraine headaches, so every afternoon she takes a whole bunch of pills and zonks out for a couple of hours. She's so out of it that she never wakes up, no matter what, until around six. I've gone all through her dresser and a lot of shit she won't normally let me do and she has never once woke up."

"Why are you letting me see her?"

"She pissed me off. Dad said I could have a car for my birthday, but she is too chicken that I would have a crash that she made him take it back. I'll fix her wagon. Want to see her cunt?"

"Really? You would let me see your mother's cunt and you won't even let me kiss you?"

"Really. You can kiss her if you want to or you can kiss her red pussy lips if you want. See how red they are when I hold them open?"

"Oh shit! Is that what a pussy looks like?"

"Yeah. You didn't tell me you were a virgin."

"Well, you didn't ask. Anyhow, it's embarrassing."

"Here, look at her tits. See how big her nipples get when I rub them?"

"Wow! I can't believe you're doing this for me."

"Well, if you're so fucking grateful, take your clothes off and let me see your dick. Wow! That's pretty good size. Beat it for me. I want to see what you're going to be pushing up Mom's cunt in a few minutes."

"You mean I can fuck her?"

"If you've got a big enough dick. Come on. Beat it for me."

"Oh, oh, oh. I'm gonna cum. What should I do?"

"Cum on Mom's tits. I want to see her with cum dripping off of her nipples. Now let's rub it around on her body and stick some up her cunt to get it ready for you."

"Wow! She's pretty wet already."

"Maybe she's having a wet dream."

"Do women have those, too?"

"Sure. Now climb up here and stick your prick in her cunt. I want to watch you fuck the shit out of her."

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh fuck, this is good. I can't believe you're letting me do this."

"Well, you're getting me so hot I'm gonna take my clothes off, too. Wanta see my tits?'

"Are you kidding? You're gonna make me cum again just thinking about it. I've been wanting to see you naked all year. Oh! I'm gonna cum again."

"Here, I'll hold her mouth open and you can cum in her mouth. If you can keep it up after you cum, I'll let you fuck me, too."

"I can keep it up all night, but if you don't want to get pregnant, you should suck the cum off my prick before you shove it in your pussy."

"That's the best line I ever heard. Anybody that can think that fast deserves a little blowjob. As soon as Mom's mouth is full of cum, I'll finish you off then I'll bend over the bed and suck your cum out of Mom's cunt while you fuck me doggie style."

"In the ass?"

"Why not? At least I won't get pregnant."

"Hey Jenny, that was awesome. Can we do it again tomorrow?"

"Sure, if you won't tell anybody else, you can bring Jason with you."

"Oh shit. Jason is hung like a mule. You won't let me fuck you any more after he sticks that salami up your ass."

"He can't fuck forever. Just bring him. You'll get all the pussy you can handle."

"How was that, Dad? Did you get some good tapes?"

"Sure did, Hon. Sit on this while we talk. My balls are about to explode. Ruth is about to eat the edges off your mom's pussy to get the rest of that sweet boy-cum. I wouldn't mind trying some of that myself."

"I think we can manage that."

"Hi Jason. Jimmy says you're hung like a mule. Let me see it."

"Wow! You don't waste any time, do you? Hell, the door is still open behind me. What if somebody looked in?'

"Ask Jimmy what the rules are here. It's my way or the highway. Since you didn't jump quick enough, we can just let Jimmy hold the front door wide open while you drop your pants."

"Well, Jimmy didn't lie about what a ballbreaker you are, so maybe he didn't lie about the rest. Here goes."

"The shorts, too, and jack it up for me. I want to see it and I want you to have a stiff prick in your hand in case anybody goes by the door. Now do it!"

"Ok, ok. This better be good, Jimmy or your ass is grass."

"Tada!"

"Holy shit! You weren't lying. Wow! She's fucking beautiful. Look at those tits. Check that ass, man, and see how puffy her cunt lips are."

"Straddle her body and rub your dick around on her face and tits."

"Wow! She must have really pissed you off."




Shhh! Dad's Asleep



"You don't know how much. I can't wait to see you cover her body in hot cum. I want both of you to stand at the end of the bed and jack off. When you cum, shoot it all over her tits and face and in her pussy. That will grease her up for your big log. After you finish, start fucking her and we will roll her on top of you so Jimmy can fuck her in the ass at the same time. Ok?"

"Ok. Wow! Where did you learn all this shit?"

"What difference does it make? Now fuck her!"

"Hi guys, who did you bring today?"

"We brought Ben. He almost shit his pants when we told him we could get him laid. He's hung like a stump, too."

"Ok, Ben. I'm sure the guys have told you the drill. Whip it out and whip it up. I've got a nice surprise for you. One of my friends from school is here and she wants to see if she can deep throat you guys, but she doesn't want you to see who she is. Is that Ok?'

"One of your friends wants to suck our cocks and you ask if we care?"

"Well, what I'm getting at is that you can't do anything to try to see who she is. The room will be dark and she is in the closet, behind a curtain. Stick your prick in there and she will try to suck it down. Try to find out who she is and you never come back here again. Is that ok with you."

"Sure, sure. where's the closet?"

"Come with me."

"Are you really going to suck those guys' dicks when I do, Mr. Smith?"

"Sure, Suzy. Sex is sex. When a beautiful young girl is sitting on my dick in a dark closet and a strange dick pokes through the curtain, I will share it with you. In fact, if you don't want to suck them, you don't have to."

"Well, I'm still getting used to the idea of fucking my best friend's father. Maybe I'll just let you do the sucking. On the other hand, if Jason's prick is as big as Jenny says...."

"Ok. Shhhh. I hear them coming. Just remember to giggle once in a while so they think it's only a girl in here, and play with their balls while I suck. You can jack them off, too, if you like."

"Ooooh. That sounds groovy.  My, that's a big one. Let's see if it gets bigger when I pull on it. Oh, my. It's starting to drip."

"Oh shit! That feels good. I wish I knew who that cocksucker is. I can almost place that giggle. Is it Suzy?"

"This is the last fucking time I'm going to tell you. The only reason you are here is because you agreed to her privacy. The only place this person is going to suck your dick is right here in this closet. It won't do you a bit of good to know who she is because she would deny everything. Now blow your nuts or get out. If it helps you to cum harder imagining that it is Suzy, then go ahead."

"Ok, Suzy. Open wide. Here comes Mr. Cum."

"Wow, Jenny! Your dad sucked them all off and swallowed their cum. It looked so hot and he was fucking me so good that I did them myself the second time."

"Yeah, you should have seen the kid. She had cum drooling all over her body. When she had more than she could swallow, she would jack them all over her tits. She made me fuck her in the ass so she could stick her fingers in her cunt while she sucked."

"Yeah, those guys sure can fuck. I wonder if any of them noticed that Ruth took my place a few times."

"Nah. You look very much alike, the room was dark and guys don't notice anything besides their dicks when they are hard."

"Did the infra-red camera work out?"

"Just wait till we show the movies. Those enormous cocks sticking through the curtain with no body attached are hot enough. Then to have a teenager being fucked by an older guy while they swap sucking is enough to make us a fortune in Japan."

"It's enough to make me hot right now. Come here Suzy. Let me see if there's any of that good stuff left in your sweet little pussy."



Shhh...This is a Library



I use the library all the time. I mostly ordered books on line and pick them up at the desk. I used to get some dirty looks from the librarians as they scanned the books and read the titles. "Love Slave," "Hellion Bride," "The Story of O," "Topping from Below": just to name a few. Most of the librarians recognize my face now and giggle a little when they give me my books. They know that the books I order are great for getting the pulse beating a little faster. I think they might even skim thru my books during one of their breaks for a little excitement. You see, I mostly read romance books, but not the fluff stuff that is all flowers and candy; I like the "bodice rippers." These are books with good story lines, but I read them for the great erotic sex scenes. My mind is my most sensitive sexual organ and these writings make my mind and body sizzle.

So when my computer crashed and I ran out of reading material I made immediate plans to make a trip to the library. I am not a super model, but enough people have commented on my looks for me to realize that I am considered to be pretty. Tall, red heads with green eyes are not uncommon, but we do get second looks. At 35 I have to put an effort in to my looks and like for my hard work to be appreciated. I brushed out my long hair, put on my make-up and headed out; braless (because I am small breasted), in my short sundress, which was essentially backless, and my little strapy sandals. My long legs and little waist are what I would consider my best features, so I dress to show them to my advantage. 

I went right to the front desk to pick up any material that might have come in for me, and was surprised to see a young man behind the desk. A fine looking young man who would never be described a bookish. At least 6' tall with a muscular build, dark brown wavy hair to his shoulders and killer blue eyes. He wore a blue button down shirt with casual dress pants, nothing special, but he wore them well. He had to be somewhere in his late 20's, and I thought that it was strange for him to be working at the library. Most of the help is either older females or young school kids. He was a man; M. A. N. man; like "get my panties in a twist" man. 

"Can I help you?" he said, and I thought, "Oh buddy, you can definitely help me!"

instead the words that came out of my mouth were pleasant and surprisingly calm. "Yes," I said, " I believe I have some books on hold," and I gave him my library card. While he turned around to the shelves to get my books, I took the time to check out his backside, and it was as nice as the front, well defined and all the bulges where in the right places. I felt my nipples tingle and harden under my dress, 

"oh yeah, this guy could definitely help me" I thought again.

As he turned back to me, he read the title of my book, "Chemical Pink" he said, "I think I read this one, I really liked it." I knew the story was about a Dom and Submissive, so I blushed a bit and reached for the book. He held it for a minute before letting go, looking at me he realized that I knew what I was going to read, and I liked reading it. I looked from his eyes to his hand holding the book, long strong fingers with smooth trim nails. God those fingers could do things...

"It's due back in 3 weeks, but I have a feeling you wont need it that long" he said with a grin, and he released the book. I smiled and chuckled a little, "yeah, I am pretty quick with these things." I said, trying to hold his gaze but ducking away shyly. I thanked him and turned to walk away.

I could feel him watching me as I walked away from the desk. My insides felt warm and I knew my pussy was getting wet, I could feel the slickness between my lips. It was a thrill thinking about him looking at me knowing that I was going to read some really steamy stuff, and get really turned on. Did he wonder if I would masturbate while reading the story? Was he imagining himself doing the things in the story to me? I know I was thinking of him doing things to me with those hands. My nipples tingled, my pussy pulsed and I walked away.

I was not ready to leave the library, I still wanted to use the computer to order other books. The library in my town is small. We have a tiny children's wing and a small sized main wing. There were about five resource computers for members to use. There were maybe ten people in the library. A mother and her son in the children's wing and the others were all on the computers or waiting to use one. I would have to wait. Not such a hard thing to do. I would just sit down, read my book and watch that great looking guy behind the desk. Maybe I could tease him just a bit; oh yeah that would be fun. I took a seat off to the side but still in view of the desk. I opened my book and made the pretense of reading, all the while watching him. 

And he was watching me. Again I was aware of the tightening in my nipples. Now it seemed to spread to my stomach like a flutter. I crossed my legs, squeezing my pussy lips together and rubbing them against my clit. The pressure against my clit felt wonderful, I wanted to repeat it, but this caused me to wiggle more noticeably in my chair, which I know he saw. I looked up to see him watching me, not smiling really, but with a look of enjoyment. My dress slide up my thighs. He watched intently, expecting to see my panties any second. I always wear a thong, so I knew there was no chance of him getting a glimpse of panty; unless of course, I uncrossed my legs. I looked into his eyes again and did it.

I slowly uncrossed my legs, sliding further to the edge of the large stuffed chair. With both feet on the floor and my legs slightly open to reveal my pink satin panties, I watched him watching my crotch. Continuing the slow motion, I re-crossed my legs in the other direction. His eyes moved up my body. I could feel them heat my body as they traveled up to my eyes. I smiled. He smiled. I looked away as an older man walked by me and towards the desk with his books in his hand. The old man looked back at me, did he see? I smiled at him too, and felt the heat in my stomach spreading lower.

I have never done anything like this before. It felt so sinful and naughty. Thinking about it made me even wetter. I felt the pounding of my excited heart deep into my pussy. I knew I was wet enough now to dampen my panties. What if I could get him to see that? Wow, what a rush. I looked around, someone else moved onto the computer the old man was using, but other than that, nothing had changed. My heart was racing, how could no one feel what was happening? How could they miss the energy that what was filling my mind and body?

I watched him take care of the old man. He looked past the old man's shoulder to me. I quickly opened my legs wide to reveal my moist panties. Did he see it? Could he see my juice staining my pink panties?

Yes, he saw it. I could tell by the way his expression changed. His look became much more intense. I sucked in my breath, which made a sound that drew the attention of another library patron on the other side of the library. I sat up quickly, closed my legs and buried my face in my book.

A few minutes later it seemed to be a rush at the front desk. He was busy checking out books for the patrons and shelving books from the bins. I actually did read some then. When I looked around again one of the computers in the back corner of the library was available. I went over to it and started my search. When I looked back to the front desk my dreamy librarian was gone. The brush on my arm startled me, letting out a little squeal, I turned to see him sitting on the edge of the cubical that I was working in.

"Do you taste as good as you look" he said

"Ahhh....wh... what? I stammered my heart in my throat.

He leaned closer to me and spoke softly into my ear, "Do. You. Taste. As. Good. As . You Look"

I sucked in my breath and let it slowly hiss out, "I don't know" I replied.

"Well, lets just find out, but remember....Shhhhh, this is a library" he said and ducked under the desk. Which was not an easy task for a man his size.

I felt him press his hands on my knees, opening my legs. I was so shocked and excited. I looked around frantically, surprised that no one was close enough to see what just happened. His hands felt warm and smooth on my skin. I settled myself to the fact that this was going to happen. A stranger was touching me, looking at me, here in the library, where anyone could see us. My juices were flowing heavy now. I could feel my clit swelling and throbbing. My nipples where hard pebbles against my dress. It seemed that every part of me was excited and alive.

He pushed the chair away from the desk enough to give himself room to move. Then he pulled me to the edge of the chair, spreading my legs wide enough to fit his shoulders between them. His hands never stopped caressing my legs. Then his lips pressed against the inside of my knee. "AAHHH!"

"Shh...this is a library" he said, moving his lips still against the inside of my knee.

I sat up straight, on the very edge of my chair as his gentle kisses trailed up my thigh. Sweet, gentle kisses, warm smooth licks, quick tender bites, trailing up my inner thigh. "MMMM"

"Shh.., this is a library" he said this time with his lips pressed against my now soaked panties. Then he pressed a long hot "SHHH" against my pussy. I almost slide of my chair onto his face. I would have if his hands did not hold my legs in place. I sat up and started to work my fingers on the keyboard. The clicking noise would help to drown out my rapid breathing. At least I hoped it would.

I felt his hands move to the elastic band of my panties at my waist. He tugged on them. I carefully lifted my hips so that he could slide them down my legs and completely off. I heard and felt him as he brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply. I could only imagine what he looked like with his face buried in my panties; eyes closed inhaling the scent of my arousal. I could smell it too. My juice was so heavy and fragrant, it was intoxicating. That could be the only reason I would be so daring, I had to be intoxicated by the sexual energy surrounding us.

Then he was there, between my legs. His fingers opened my lips and exposed my swollen, glistening clit. His tongue flicked across it smooth and gentle, but quick; like it almost didn't happen. Then again, slower this time; I definitely knew it happened and my hips flexed to the awesome feel of his tongue. "OOOHH."

"Shhth....this isth a libarry" he said with his tongue pressed against my clit.

I felt it, "Oh God I am going to come." I thought, " I am going to come in the library, where anyone can see me." His tongue worked my clit then ran down to my juice filled passage, where he swirled his tongue in, lapping at the pool of juice. "MMMMMM," this time it was him.

"Shh.." I giggled "this is a library." I should not have taunted him. This seemed to urge him on. He was intent to make my orgasm more than a simple climax, he was going to make me melt. Adding his fingers to the efforts of his tongue he started with first one finger inside me. Finger and tongue working together. Flick and press, my pussy was being fucked and licked by an expert. Adding another finger; he crossed them inside my passage, and rotated them, looking for that special spot to press against. His tongue never stopped moving against my clit. My hips were moving now against his face. I closed my eyes, shut out the library and only felt the extreme pleasure in my pussy.

My orgasm started with the warm tingling in my pussy, then a hot buzz that spread from my pussy lips through out my hold body. "Oh God, MMMM, Oh God, Yes, Yes, AAAAHHH" I collapsed forward, my head resting on my hands on the keyboard. The smell of sex was overwhelming.

"SHHHH!!!" This is a library." He said again as he moved out from under the cubical. He sat on the edge of the desk next to me. I looked up at him again. His lips and chin glistened with my sweet love juice. He swiftly bent over and kissed me on the lips, smearing all the sweet wonderful juice against my mouth. He straightened, shoved my panties in his bulging pants pocket and started to walk away.

"See ya in three weeks" he said over his shoulder with a grin.

When I was sure my legs would hold me, I stood up and walked to my car. I felt the warm breeze against my bare pussy. Again it tingled in the aftermath of orgasm. There was a piece of paper on my window shield.

"Nice show. If you don't want me to tell your husband, meet me at the Holiday Inn on Sunday at noon."

"Oh God, Oh God, No..." my mind screamed, "how could I....What was I thinking.....Oh God...Now what am I going to do....or have to do....?"

to be continued....?



Shhhh!



Thank You, kinky belle_bi, for your stories and communication! You have given me the courage to tell the truth.

*

There it is again! That ever so light, tingling, teasing touch on my penis. Only tonight, I'm awake. Being a poor nerd, living at home and going to college is frustrating. No girl friend, just a dull life.

Over two months ago I started having these dreams of someone playing with my penis. The touch was excruciatingly teasing, it was so light. Touching only at first, then light teasing movements all over until finally a light encircling of the shaft with alternating cupping of my scrotum, which had brought me to ejaculation, in recent nights and had me thinking I was going crazy. A few times I had awakened afterward to find that I had ejaculated all over myself. Oh how I wished it were real, that some female was actually giving me this pleasure, the female I really wanted most. 

Tonight I went to bed concentrating on waking up if the feelings started again and it was when I felt the fingers wrap softly around my penis that I awakened. 

Unsure, but wanting to know, I lay there briefly before opening my eyes just enough to see if it were real or a fantasy. 

It was real! 'Oh my God, it's real!' I thought and quickly closed my eyes.

Each time I moved or changed my breathing the touch went away so I concentrated on appearing like I was sleeping.

The ever so light touches continued and I slowly looked again. 'Yes! It's real!' My eyes followed the arm up and I almost screamed when I saw, Moms face. 

I flinched and she quickly withdrew her hand and stared at my face. I continued my sleep act and she smiled as she once again touched my penis softly. 

'Oh God, it's Mom! My Mom is playing with my penis as I sleep. She's been doing this for weeks now and it's driving me nuts. Oh God, why! Why is she doing this to me?'

I looked again and saw that her right hand was playing with her breast.

'Oh Shit! She's nude! My Mom's nude! I almost opened my eyes and yelled 'Mom', but, I didn't want this to stop it felt so 'Good' and it was my 'Most Wanted Female.'

My Mom is no raving beauty but she is nice looking. Dark brown hair that she keeps very short, big green eyes, full lips and stands about 5'2". I've checked out her bras and panties several times being the horny male, I am. Her bra size is 34B and her panties are small. I have a 31" waist and I can barely get her panties on. I always get a pair from the hamper and get so turned on when I hold them to my face, smelling her and even licking the stain in the crotch. Yes, I have had many fantasies about my Mom.

I moved a little and moaned, Moms hand released my penis and hovered above it waiting as she looked at my face. Her fingertips touched my tip and slowly moved down and back up again. Oh God, it felt so good. 

'I don't know how much more of this I can take.' She stopped briefly and then wiped the end of my penis with her finger before she stuck it in her mouth. 'Oh Shit, keep playing, keep playing!'

I thought I heard a low, "Mmmm." 

I was barely moving my hips as though I was fucking in my sleep and I moaned softly. Mom smiled, I must have done this before, because she wrapped her fingers lightly around my penis and softly stroked up and down. 

I tried to look at her breasts, but in the dim light I could only see the left one with the right shadowed behind. The aureole wasn't big or dark, it was a light color, but her nipple stuck out like a thumb. I moaned again making Moms hand stop, but not let go of me. 

My mind was begging, 'Keep going Mom, keep going!' 

Moms left hand slowly moved down to cup my scrotum as she brought her right to grasp and stroke my penis. 

Unable to control it I softly moaned, "Mom!"

Her hands left me and she went into a crouch on the edge of the bed while staring at my face.

I continued my act and moved my head slowly from side to side while lowly moaning, "Mom, Mom, Mom."

She smiled, sat straight up giving me a full look at her wonderful breasts. I kinda let my head bounce in place to take in the site. I didn't notice that she was lightly stroking me again until she moved her right hand back to my penis. She was stroking me as she watched my face and I started making little fucking movements again. 

She turned to look at what she was doing and I closed my eyes. 'Oh Jesus, Yes, Mom, bring me off. Oh Please bring me off.' 

Suddenly I felt something touch the tip of my penis and my eyes flew open to see Moms tongue lick the tip. 'Oh Jesus, Oh God, Oh Shit!' Quickly I closed my eyes and tried my best to keep the sleep act going. I know I jerked, but Mom didn't seem to notice as she didn't move. I barely opened my eyes in time to see Mom kiss the tip. 'Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, I'm gonna cum, Oh shit." 

I didn't, but I trembled a little and still Mom didn't move away. I watched as her lips parted and my glans entered her mouth. I stiffened and my sack tightened as sperm started to rise but I managed to stop it from erupting. 'Oh Jesus this feels good!' I wanted to ejaculate but I also wanted this to last forever.

Her lips were at that tender area below my glans now and I could feel her tongue moving around and around. 

'Oh Jesus, God, I'm gonna cum!' My scrotum tightened as my penis stiffened and jerked in her mouth sending spurt after spurt of sperm across her tongue. 

'Oh Jesus, God, Oh Jesus, I came in my Mothers mouth! Oh God! I came in Moms mouth!' 

Again I couldn't help myself, as I moaned loudly, with my head threw back, "Oh Mom! Mom! Mom!"

Slowly I relaxed and settled back down looking to see Mom frozen in place, one hand cupping my scrotum, one gently squeezing the base of my penis and her mouth sucking my glans. 

My penis softened and Mom sat up licking her lips. She looked at my face and smiled before slowly standing. 

I thought she was going to turn and leave but she bent down and kissed my penis as she pulled the sheet slowly up to cover me. Standing she blew me a kiss before turning and tip-toeing out of my bedroom. 

I couldn't sleep and lay there, running through what happened in my mind, over and over.

This is how it all began for me, slowly and steadily getting more involved and more pleasurable. 

In the morning I heard Mom, Dad, and my Sister starting the day as I lay there wanting Mom. I didn't get up until I smelled breakfast and then slowly dressed before heading to the kitchen.

There was Mom, standing at the table, when I entered. I could tell she had on flannel PJs under her floor length flannel robe. I wanted to hug and kiss her, but most of all, I wanted to see her naked. 

Breakfast was the usual small talk, with me as usual, head down, shoveling it in. 

As breakfast ended, Mom started putting dishes in the sink, and Dad looked at me and said, "You look, 'Rode Hard and Put Up Wet' boy." 

"Yeah, I had a dream that woke me up, and I couldn't get back to sleep." I said looking at Mom.

She gasped, dropped the dishes she was carrying and hurried out of the room. 

"What the hell brought that on?" Dad said as he picked up the mess on the floor.

'Idiot! Why'd you say that?' I thought.

Mom didn't come out of her room and we all left for our day at whatever. I worried about what I said and Moms reaction all day.

When I got home, Mom was her old cheerful self and made no indication of anything going on or being wrong. I know she caught me looking at her but gave no sign of anything wrong. The evening passed with me being frustrated and going to bed. I hoped there would be a repeat performance but nothing happened. In fact nothing happened for over a week. I was resigning myself to memories only and being eaten up by fantasies about my 'Most Wanted Female.'

Then it happened again. I just came to my senses as I was thinking it was just another dream of Mom sucking me and opened my eyes. There was Mom, naked, a hand softly cupping my scrotum, a hand gently squeezing my shaft, and her mouth sucking my spent glans. 

This time she wasn't getting away. I quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her up to me. She squealed loudly and clamped her forearms together between us. 

"Let me go!" She said, and I bear hugged her. Squirming she said, "LET ME GO!"

"Shhhh, do you want Dad to come in here?" I whispered.

She went limp, dropped her head and started crying. 

"Why Mom? Why have you been doing this?" 

She just shook her head and sobbed. 

I eased my grip and started caressing her bare back, going, "Shhhh, Shhhh." 

Her crying slowed and she whispered, "I needed it and you became available. I used to do it to my Brother and Father. They slept like logs just like you do, the house could explode and you wouldn't know it." 'Oh my God, she used to suck Grandpa!' She raised her head and looked me in the eyes. "You were making a lot of noise one night and I came in to check on you. You were uncovered, naked and talking in your sleep. You were aroused and I just stared at it for a long time until I finally touched it and you settled down. Then each time I would hear you in the night I would come in and touch it calming you down."

"Mom you were doing more than touching."

"I know, I know, the thrill took over again and I would strip naked and come in to take care of my lover." 

'Lover?'

I quickly kissed her and said, "I Love you Mom. I Love You."

"Oh, Stephen!" She said before she kissed me, and kissed me, and kissed me. We were making out and Mom was moving up on top of me. Her hands were all over my face and I could feel the heat building in her naked body on top of me. 

I was completely confused and overwhelmed until I felt something warm pressing against the tip of my penis. 

'Oh My God, my Mom is going to fuck me! My Mom is going to fuck me!" My dream of fucking her was going to come true. Well, not really, because she was fucking me. I felt her nudge down and my glans slipped past her labia engulfed in a heat I only dreamed about. 

She was kissing me wildly, moaning and rotating her hips as more slipped into her. It felt so good, I almost passed out. She pushed up away from me and down with her hips, I was completely in her now and I came from the intensity of the heat engulfing my penis. 

'Jesus.' 

I didn't go soft, I was in a sexual rage and gripping her butt I started thrusting hard against her thrusts.

She was grunting and slamming down on me as I in turn grunted and thrust upwards. Her breasts were dancing in front of me, driving me to further madness. 

'Oh God, if I have to die, let me die this way.'

I raised my head and captured a nipple in my mouth. Moms hand went to my neck and pulled me into her breast. 

I could feel an intense heat building in her vagina and it was drawing my sperm up and out. As her heat built my penis erupted and I pulled her down hard against me. 

Moms' entire body was shaking wildly and she was pulling my head into her breast with so much force, I couldn't breathe. Spent, we both collapsed, gasping for air. 

Mom lay on me as my penis softened inside her, without moving or making a sound. Then as my soft penis slipped from her warmth she raised her head and kissed me. Slowly she got up and briefly stood facing me with her hands on her 'pussy' before turning and walking out of my room. 

'OH, MY, GOD! MY BEAUTIFUL LITTLE MOTHER JUST FUCKED ME! WOW!' I was out of my mind and for the rest of the night I relived every second of it, over and over, as I repeatedly dozed off and came back awake.

Nothing ever happened again, although I would have given anything to have more. I did have a handful of my dreams again, but they to ended when I left home.

I have had a lifetime of Mother-Son fantasies, leaving me to feel perverted in some pleasurable way. 



Shhhh! Dad Accepts Mom's Affair Wit



Dad called last night, and talked for over an hour. You know, the usual stuff, the state our country is in, things he needed to do, what he might need help with, etc.. At the end of the conversation, he said, "I don't want you feeling self-conscious or worrying about me, concerning what's happening. I approve of what your mother and you are doing. In fact I've had the same desires and fantasies myself. I Love You, Son. And want all of us to be happy." Then he hung up before I could say anything.

His words did make me feel good, but I was still a little uneasy do to the social stigma of an incestuous relationship. Irregardless, I did sleep better.

I was awakened by someone knocking on my door. Looking at he clock, it was 6:00am. "Shit! Who the hell can that be!?" Trying to get myself awake, I made my way to the front door and there stood mom. "Wow, Mom! What are you doing here? Something wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, sweetie. Your father had an early appointment. Since you lived on the way, I had him drop me off." She put her hand on my chest and stepped up to kiss me. "I needed to see you. Now, you go get ready for the day, while I fix us some breakfast."

I quickly shaved, showered and dressed as the aroma of mom's eggs and bacon breakfast filled the house. She was just finishing up as I entered the kitchen. "Jeez mom, you didn't need to do all this."

"We're both hungry and I wanted to. So, yes I did. Now, finish setting the table, while I serve it up." Before we sat to eat, mom came up to me wrapping her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately, saying. "I'm going to enjoy our time together much more now."

While we ate mom began to talk. "As I recall, you said you had nothing to do today, so I'm taking advantage of that."

"OK. But, you know, even if I had something to do, I'd make time for you."

"Oh, I know sweetie. This just seemed like the perfect time to start. Um, that is, if you're willing to do what I'm wanting."

"More than likely, I am willing to do what you want. But, uh, don't you think you should tell me what that is?"

"I want you to have an affair with me."

"I thought, that's what we were doing."

"Well, yes and no. I want us to sneak around and have the hidden lust filled type of affair."

"But, Dad already knows?"

"Yes, but, I want us to act like he doesn't. To live in the heat of the moment, hidden from view. I want you to call me and if he answers, hang up. I'll know it was my lover. I want to have to whisper to you on the phone. I want us to meet secretly in out of the way places, to do all of those things common to an affair. Have me dress differently, for you. Have me suddenly change my plans and make an excuse to meet you somewhere. Have me be sneaky for you. Make me your illicit lover. Start taking control."

"Damn, I don't know! I've never done anything like that, you know. I don't know if I can."

"Oh but you already are. You just need to free your imagination." 

Mom stood and walked around the table to me. I pushed my chair back and turned to face her. She quickly straddled my lap, sat down and began kissing me. "Mmmm, I love actually being able to do this. Instead of fantasizing."

"Me to, Mom, me to."

She was wiggling on my lap. "Now. Before you take me to buy clothes you want me to wear. Take me to bed and give me a good fucking."

"Oooo, Mom. Are you trying to be nasty again?"

"You know I am. And judging by what I feel in your lap, it's working. Now, take your mother to bed and give her a good fucking."

"Jesus Christ Mom, I never thought you'd really act like this." I thought. Rubbing her covered pussy against my covered penis, pressing her breast into my chest as she kissed me with gnawing mouth and probing tongue. Dear Jesus, the years of desire being realized, overwhelming my senses. Lost in it and loving it.

Her kissing, pressing and grinding had me immobile in the moment and not wanting to move and lose the sensations I was experiencing. If I had some supernatural power, my penis would have ripped through our clothes and entered her then and there.

But, alas, being a mere mortal, I had to push through my thoughts and maneuver my arms under her legs to pick her up and carry her to bed. Not for an instant, as I struggled to get to my bed, did her attack let up. Never had a female act like this and drive me on. 

"I didn't think you could actually get me here."

"It wasn't easy."

"I didn't care if you fucked me in the kitchen, on the way here, or here."

"Shit mom, you sound like some kind of nymphomaniac."

"Right now, I want to be your nymphomaniac." She chuckled. "We've wasted to much time and need to experience all we can. What do you want from your lover? Do you want to just fuck me? Or do you want to have me do as you say?"

"Mmmm, I like the sound of both. But, how about we stand up so you can undress me and then I'll watch you undress."

"OK, Lover." Mom said as she pulled me to my feet. As she undressed me, she kissed me, caressed me with her hands and circled me. 

Kissing me, mom played with my butt, before pushing me back to sit on the bed.

"Watch as your lover strips for you." She said in a low passionate whisper, that caused my hardon to throb. She didn't look like a stripper or female in a porn movie, she had a sensuous come hither look that matched her movements. I almost ejaculated, just watching.

She finished her strip, facing away from me, bending at the waist pulling her panties down and stepping out of them.

"Like that lover?" She said as she looked back at me.

"God Yes! I can't wait any longer. Get over here and sit on my face." I barely got fully on the bed, before mom straddled my head.

"Here's your pussy. Lover. Start eating."

I didn't have to move, she pushed her pussy down onto my mouth and started moving her hips back and forth. I began licking and kissing.

"Mmmm, that feels sooo good." When I sucked her clit, she fell forward and began using her mouth on me. It was all I could do not to ejaculate. I finally told mom to quit and lay on her back because I wasn't ready for my release.

Mom lay down and parted her legs while I knelt between them at her feet, taking in the site. She looked lovely, laying there inviting me openly to make love.

Her hands moved to her pussy as she moaned, "Yessss, my love, take what's yours."

But, I didn't want to jump right in, because the power of my lust would make me ejaculate at entry and I wanted it to be different. So, I picked her legs up and began kissing her feet and proceeded slowly to her ankles, calves, knees, thighs. I was also softly caressing with my hands. I lingered a short time at her pussy, as she moaned more and more, before proceeding upward. I paused again at her breasts, paying attention to each, with soft licking and kisses. I paid special attention to her aureole and nipples.

"Oh God, Baby. Fuck me please, your driving me crazy. Please, please, fuck me."

"Not yet, mom, not yet. I'm not ready."

"Oh My Dear God, Please give me your cock. Fuck Me!" She was trying to pull me up but I held fast and continued at my pace. Slowly, I worked my way to her neck and she started to try and wiggle down into me. 

As I finally came to her lips she grabbed my face. "Dammit, Fuck Me, and quit torturing me."

"Uh, uh Mom. I'm your lover, remember. I'm in charge now."

She felt my glans touch her labia and smiled. "Mmmm, yes. I surrender, take me as you please, my love. Take me as you please." She knew, I would be entering her soon. But she didn't know that my goal was not to ejaculate on entry. She began to slip a hand between us and I knew she was going to try and get me on in, so I grabbed her wrist. Slowly, I continued to move my glans, up and down her labia. I was trying to get myself under control and not ejaculate on entry. As much as mom wanted my penis inside her, I wanted it more, but had to try.

I pushed in a little more, feeling her inner lips part and the heat begin. Mom moaned and I thrust forward. "Ah yes, baby, yes." And, damn if I didn't ejaculate. "Mmmm, you just can't help cuming in mommy, can you?"

"No I can't." I said through gritting teeth. "There's just something about your pussy."

I never did that with girlfriends or my wife, so why did entering mom's pussy make me immediately ejaculate?

"I love it, so don't fret about it. Now, Lover, fuck me as you please. Use my pussy to satisfy your cock." Her voice was so soft and sensuous it drove me on. 

I decided to do it differently this time. Push in hard so as to slam home and pull out slowly. That and only that until orgasm. Mom responded slowly but once she started, it was full bore. She tried repeatedly to get me to speed up and pound into her, but I held my pace. Her body showed its pleasure as she moaned deeper and longer. Her breast reddened as her breathing came in gasps with her pussy heating up until she shook violently through orgasm and went limp. Once, twice, three times, until I joined her on the fourth. My ejaculation was so intense that I went into spastic convulsions with her uterus burning around my glans as I shot streams of cum into her. 

Finally, my body went limp and I collapsed on top of her. "Oh My God, my son fucks so good. So very, very good." Her arms and legs held me, tightly trapped in her embrace.

After several minutes, Mom relaxed and sighed. "That was beautiful, my love. But, ah, now we need to go shopping." We snuggled and kissed a bit longer, then mom said, "You clean up first love."

I hurried to clean up and returned to dress as mom cleaned up. She looked lovely as she walked back into the bedroom naked and clean. 

Picking up her bra and panties, she said, "Hmmm, does my lover want me with or without these?"

The thought and site of it flashed through my mind, but, "Braless," I whispered. 

Mom smiled, "Braless, it is." Mom then donned her panties, hose, blouse, skirt and heels, in that order, as I watched appreciatively.

"I liked the look on your face as you watched me dress." Mom said as she wrapped her arms around my neck, before kissing me. "Now, we better go. Before something gets started again."

I drove to the first place mom wanted to go, a boutique with an obvious sensual theme. I paid for mom' things and it was off to the next place. This one was in a strip mall with a large parking lot. 

As we walked to the store, mom pulled my arm around her waist and slid my hand to her breast. I jumped and mom quickly turned in front of me putting her arms around my neck and kissing me. "Sweetie, you're supposed to be my lover. So start acting like it." She said sensuously, with a smile and a little wiggle.

"Uh, yeah, OK." And so began, our hand holding, arms around each other and copping discreet feels. What we were doing was so thrilling, and no one knew we were mother and son.

Mom increased her daring at the next store, by having me sit where I could see the changing room. She left the door open as she tried on outfit after outfit. I kept watch and noticed the sales lady watching us with a big smile.

Once again in the car, mom asked, "Isn't there someplace you want to take me?"

I immediately thought of bed, but said, "Huh?"

"Isn't there a store, you'd like me to shop at?"

"Uh, I don't know. The stores we've been to have been nice."

"You mean to tell me, there isn't a store you'd like to shop at with your lover?" Mom said with a questioning sensual look.

"I don't know. I can't think, right now." And I couldn't, I was dumbfounded by everything that was happening.

Mom was wiggling against me and rubbing my leg. "Come on, don't you want to take me to that one store that has the stuff all men want their lovers to wear?"

Then it hit me. "Fredricks!?" 

"Yes! I thought you'd never say it."

"Are you sure you want to go to Fredricks? I mean they have some pretty nasty stuff."

"I sure do! I want to wear what my men want."

Mom had never been to Fredricks and she was like a kid in a candy store. She giggled and laughed as she looked at things and held them up. We came to one display and mom just stared with her mouth open. It was a selection of things to enhance and show off a woman's breasts. The sales girl came over and asked if mom needed anything. Mom pointed at some half-moon rubber things and asked what they were for. The girl picked them up and said they were for enhancing the shape of the breast when a woman didn't wear a bra. 

"Would you like me to demonstrate?" The girl chirped.

Mom gave me a look, glanced around and said, "Sure."

The girl smiled and said, "If you'll open your blouse."

"Me? I thought you were going to show me on you?"

"Oh, No Ma'am. We're not allowed to do that, but we can show how on the customer." 

Mom glanced around again, and said, "OK, show me," as she unbuttoned her blouse.

When mom's breast came into view, the girl smiled and said, "Mmmm, your titties really don't need that much help."

I could tell mom liked the compliment, and so did I. The girl put some kind of plastic measuring thing on mom's breast and then got a smaller pair from the case. As she unwrapped it she explained that the material naturally adhered to skin without irritation, "And, this particular brand is guaranteed for 100 uses."

"Well, how exactly does it work?"

"There's this backing on the sticky side, that you remove to apply and replace to store. But, you use the outside against your skin, to determine the look you want."

"And, just how do you do that?"

The girl placed the thing under mom's breast and said, "You place it here for lift." Then she moved it to the side and said, "Here to bring them together." Sliding it back and forth, she said, "Or anywhere in between for a different look." The girls other hand went toward mom and she said, "May I?" 

"Go ahead, show me."

Mom flinched and my eyes widened as the girl pinched moms nipple and pulled her breast up and out while positioning the thing to mom's flesh. "See how this makes them look bigger?" And it did, that one looked half again bigger than the other.

"I like these things. Do you wear them?"

The girls blushed a little. "Yes Ma'am. Sometimes."

"Are you wearing them now?"

The girl looked down and got redder. "Yes Ma'am."

"Show me."

Now the girl turned crimson. "Ah, Ma ..." She was going to say she wasn't allowed.

"Show me!" Mom insisted. The girls bright red face looked at me then she turned toward mom and slowly raised her t-shirt. She was about the same size as mom and I could barely see the devices. She also had some kind of white patch completely covering her aureole. Her color was returning to normal as she lowered her t-shirt.

"What were those other things you had on?"

The girl pointed at the other end of the counter and said, "Those are nipple covers for women who don't want their aureole to show. Mine are large and almost black, and show through almost anything I wear. So I keep them covered most of the time." She was blushing again.

"I'll take these nifty things and wear them out. Go ahead and put the other one in place so I'm even."

The girl was again blushing but took more time placing the second one to mom's breast. I think she was enjoying herself.

Mom looked down, "Wow, I like this. They look like they did when I was eighteen." 

"Mmmm, they do make your titties look nice Ma'am."

Mom smiled and began buttoning up her blouse as I played with her butt and said, "They do indeed look very nice." Mom gave me a quick kiss and we continued shopping. She got some stuff she knew dad wanted her to wear for him and a few things she liked, before telling me to pick out what I wanted her to wear. 

When I spotted this one ensemble, that was it, I was getting that for mom. It was in all different shades of my favorite color, purple. Six different dresses, from long to mini, with different necklines and slits. Six different blouses and skirts. Six shorts from knee length to 'hot pants'. Bras, panties, corsets, garter belts and hose. There was a pair of flat shoes, sandals, wedge heels, two high heels and spike heels. I swallowed hard at the price, $2000, but damn, this was once in a lifetime and I could do it. Of course mom had to try everything on and the sales girl had to swap several things, but finally everything fit mom perfectly. On the way to check out, I spotted one more thing. Something Bev and I both liked, a pair of leather high heels. 

As we were checking out, the sales girl said, "Wow, this is the stores biggest sale this summer. I'm going to get a big bonus."

Mom pulled aside the stuff she got to wear for dad and insisted on paying for it. I said, I'd get it, but mom said, "NO! I got this to wear for your father. I will pay for it." The sales girl had a funny look on her face and continued ringing everything up. I stood there holding three full bags as Mom paid for her purchase. When the girl handed mom the receipt, she took mom's hand and asked, "Are you really Mother and Son?"

"Yes honey, we are really, Mother and Son." Mom replied with a smile.

"Oh My God, that is sooo hot." The girl said, looking at me with a huge smile.

We left, arms around each other, carrying our purchases and smiling. Hungry, we went to Applebees to eat and mom drew looks from many men and women.

It was getting to be to much for me and I said, "Mom, the way your acting is getting to weird. Now tell me what's going on."

Mom took my hand in hers and replied, "Sweetie, you know. I told you!"

"But, Mom this is more than us continuing a relationship."

"OK, there is more. I am having my need fulfilled and you are having your need fulfilled. But, your father needs something to. And I'm going to give it to him before I lose my nerve."

"Your nerve?"

"Yes. Sweetie, I promise, you'll know and understand everything, Saturday. It's not going to hurt anyone, and we'll all enjoy it."

"Well, I trust you, so I'll go along."

When we got home, Mom grabbed up the bag of stuff she bought and quickly went inside. I followed with the stuff I got for her. Once inside, Mom said, "Get us something to drink and wait on the couch." Then she disappeared.

A few minutes later, I heard mom walking in, then I felt her hands on my shoulders. She whispered in my ear, "Are you ready to see what turns your father on?"

"Uh, yeah, I guess so."

Mom kissed me on the cheek and then walked around the couch.

"Oh shit!" Mom was dressed in a dominatrix outfit, complete with a little whip. "Dad really likes that?"

"Oh Yeah! Two or three times a month, I have to dominate him. Now I finally have the complete outfit to do it right."

"Whoa! I never had any idea, dad liked that sort of thing."

"Think about your father being dominated, and us, cause it's all going to come together Saturday."

That was going through my mind as mom went over and started looking through the stuff I bought for her. 

Finally she found the leather high heels and held them up. "Now, everything else I understand, but what outfit goes with these?"

I smiled and said, "Those are the outfit."

Mom smiled back and said, "Oh my, you really do want me to be naughty, don't you?"

"Uh, uh, years of fantasies mom. Years of fantasies."

"Well now, I better give my lover what he wants then." Mom said as she slowly began undressing. Once naked, she picked up the heels and came over to me. "Does my lover want to do the honors and put them on my feet?"

I took the shoes from her and she raised a foot and pressed it into my hardon, making me moan. My shaking hands made it difficult to get the heels on her dainty little feet. 

Once the heels were on, she turned around twice and said, "I hope you like the outfit, lover. I do."

My mouth was watering as years of fantasies rushed through my head. 

Mom disappeared for a couple of minutes and then reappeared with the stuff she got, "Be a dear and put these back in the car. I don't want to chance forgetting them."




Shhhh! Dad Accepts Mom's Affair Wit



When I returned, I didn't see mom. I checked the kitchen and she wasn't there either. 

"Where are ya?" I called out.

"In here, Lover." I heard mom answer from the bedroom. When I got there, mom was laying on the bed, legs spread, both hands playing with her pussy. "It's almost time for you to take me home, but I need one of your fantastic finishes first."

'Ah, she remembered what I said.' I thought.

"Are your up for it?"

"Up for it? I've had a hardon all day." I said as I took my clothes off.

"I know, and it made me feel so naughty watching you try to keep it hidden."

I eased onto the bed and began kissing her pussy. "Mmmm, I love it when my baby eats mommies pussy."

'And, I love eating mommies pussy.' Ran through my head as I kissed, licked and sucked away at her flowing treasure. As much as I wanted to plunge my erect penis into her, I also wanted to suck on her pussy forever. Mom had pulled my head into her, pulled my hair, pulled my ears and clamped her thighs on my ears many times before my tongue and jaw began feeling the strain. The fluid flowing from her pussy quenched my thirst, at least for now. I moved quickly up mom's body and as if guided by something unknown, my erection entered mom's hot wet opening, completely, without any resistance.

"Ahh ...aaa ... hhh." Mom moaned loudly.

"Grrrgh." I groaned through gritting teeth, expecting to immediately ejaculate as before. But I didn't.

"Oh, wow, I didn't cum."

"Oooo, has mommies pussy lost its magic?" Mom said with a disappointed tone.

"No, it just went in so fast, I didn't have time to react."

"Gooood. Now get me to that fantastic finish of yours."

I started moving in and out to get the sensations going before rolling on my back and scooting to the edge of the bed. As my arms went under mom's legs to sit up, she moaned in my ear, "Hurry baby, I need your cock slamming in my pussy." Hearing her whisper, my legs went weak, making it hard to stand. I made it to my feet and began pulling her back into me as hard as I could.

Mom's hot breath was in my ear, "Yes, oh God yes, hard, hard, fuck me hard."

Believe it or not, this level of exertion helps me last longer. I wanted to make her pass out again, but didn't know if I could last long enough. The minutes I had been swinging her out and slamming us together was taking everything out of me. Then, just like entering her pussy this time, it seemed like something else took over. I felt mom's pussy superheat as she arched her back and bit into my shoulder. My sack tightened, sending sperm rocketing up my shaft. It felt like I blew the end of my penis off. 

I couldn't fall on the bed this time. Mom's limp body and my quivering legs dropped me to the floor. I was barely able to keep mom on top to cushion her fall. And, I blacked out on impact. I wasn't out long and as my senses returned, mom was holding my face kissing me.

"Mmmm, I love the way you do that. And your father is trying real hard to master doing it that way too." 

We had a slow slightly playing shower before I took mom home. On the way, mom began telling me of the beginning and her being bad.

"You know sweetie, after we fucked the first time, I was elated and went to sleep hugging your father tightly. When I woke in the morning, I felt my pussy and realized I hadn't cleaned myself. Your cum was in me all night. When I realized what we had done and I might get pregnant, I almost vomited from fear."

"Why would me accidentally getting you pregnant, scare you that much?" I asked.

"Because your father had a vasectomy, when Lynn was born. That would mean there was another man and I would lose my marriage. Then I thought, if anyone finds out it is my sons baby, the entire family will be destroyed."

"I would have stayed with you mom."

"It's nice of you to say that sweetie. But, the reality is, you kids would have went to family services and I would have went to jail. For days all I could think of was the possibility of having your baby and everything that would bring. Abortion was out of the question. To save my family, I would have to find a way to leave before anyone knew. You deserved to have a normal life, so I had to leave you alone and abruptly ended our affair. Everyday as I waited, I wanted to be pregnant and prayed that I wasn't. I sat for hours, holding my stomach and pussy. My period didn't come that month and I was resigning myself to leaving so the three of you could be happy. I waited, not wanting to go to the doctor. The next month, my period came and I went ahead and had a pregnancy test at the clinic. The test was negative, and you have no idea how relieved I was, and how heartbroken I was. I didn't do anything with you for months because I couldn't take the chance with my lust again. Christmas that year, my resolve broke, I had to have you in my mouth at least. You got to have your fathers eggnog for the first time."

"Yeah, I remember that. I remember how strong it was."

Mom chuckled. "That's because I put a little extra in it, to make sure you slept. This was the first of my being bad. I had purchased rubbers, and if all went well, I could fuck you again. I sucked you off, first, then I worked your cock into my pussy. It felt so good to feel you inside me again and I enjoyed a long slow fuck. As good as it felt, I was frustrated. Frustrated, because all I felt was your throbbing cock and not your hot cum. So I saved the rubber and took it to the kitchen and made myself some special ice for the rest of the holiday."

"Jesus, Mom, did you really?"

"Yes sweetie, I did! I had your frozen cum in my drinks that weekend. I stretched things out to once a month or so, because I didn't want to take the chance on you grabbing me again. I knew if you woke up, I would let you fuck me all night, if you wanted to. I just couldn't take that chance. When you went into the army, those years were lived on fantasy. When you came home after though, I fucked you again with a rubber. Not once, but, three times."

"I can't think of when you could have done that."

"Well, that first Saturday night, you partied with your old friends and your father had to help you to bed. It took some doing. I had to suck on you for the longest time, but you did finally get hard. That night, I used three rubbers and saved the cum for my ice again. It really turned me on, sipping on my son's cum all day and nobody else knowing.

Then you moved out and nothing happened until you got married. You stayed with us, since the reception and everything was at our house. The night before your wedding, you came home from your bachelor party and crashed. When I entered the bedroom, you already had a hardon, so I sucked you off first. Again, I fucked you three times."

"Did you save the cum again?"

"I most certainly did! All through the festivities, I was drinking my son's cum." Mom chuckled. "And so was Bev."

"What!"

Mom chuckled again. "Yes, so was Bev. Several times, I put my special ice in her drink."

"My God Mom! That was devious and nasty."

"Yes it was, and I told you I was bad. Then the two of you moved away and those years were miserable. I couldn't even suck you off with your wife sleeping next to you."

"You know Mom, you could have told me and I know we could have found a way."

"Maybe. You and Bev were happy and I didn't want to mess it up."

"Still Mom, we could have."

"Well, I didn't and things continued as they were. Then you talked about transferring back home. I decided then, that there was going to be some way I could fuck you again. I went to the doctor and got birth control pills. Since he's your fathers doctor as well, he knew something was up. As he handed me the prescription he said, 'Women that have affairs need to be very careful.'"

"Really?"

"Yes, and he never said anything else. Your transfer was delayed and I ended up being on the pill for over a month. After you guys came back, I still had to figure out how to fuck you. I didn't have the nerve to talk to you about it. I mean, I cut it off and had been so sneaky over the years."

"That's when the sleeping pills came in?"

"Yes, I got the pills and gave them to Bev when you stayed over. That first time, I had orgasm after orgasm just sucking you off. And I did it twice, because it had been fifteen years since I had your cock in my mouth. Oh sweetie, I needed your cock in my pussy. I just had to feel you cum inside me. So, I gave you both pills on your next visit. That didn't go well, I sucked and sucked, but you wouldn't get hard. I was so frustrated, I ate Bev's pussy."

"I remember that. When we woke up, she said she felt like she had sex in her sleep."

"Well, I hadn't ate pussy since after high school, and that wasn't quite what I needed. Anyway, you were staying a week while your house was being remodeled, so I had plenty of time. The next night, I only gave you half a pill. It worked beautifully, you got nice and hard for me. I had an orgasm as soon as I felt your cock in my pussy, it had been so long and I wanted it so much. In fact, I had so many orgasms I was getting weak and the amount of cum I put out was making our fucking noisy. Our heads almost banged together when I felt your hot cum in my pussy, because I passed out. I cleaned you off with my mouth and then I ate Bev's pussy again."

"Why'd you do that?"

"I don't know, I guess I felt guilty for fucking her husband. After that, I managed to fuck you a couple times a year until I had to go off the pill. Then it was blowjobs only, until now."

"Whoa Mom! And you told dad all of this?"

"Yes Sweetie. Everything had to be out in the open or it just wouldn't be right. You understand, don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess. I really don't like doing things behind dad's back."

"And that's also why, right now, you need to take complete control of me. There's something else that needs to be done." I must have had a strange look on my face, because mom said, "You'll understand more of that soon. OK! Now take control!"

We pulled in the driveway, and mom said, "Pull my head toward your lap, and tell me to suck you off. Come on, take control." I did as she said and as she pulled my hardon out she said, "Play with my pussy as I suck you off, get it good and wet."

'Wow, this is strange. But, I kinda like it.' I thought.

In no time Mom's panties were soaked through and I was cuming in her mouth. When she finished, she put my soft penis up and kissed me.

"Don't come in. When you get home, you'll find something I've left under your pillow. Read it. And think it over carefully. I'll be waiting for your answer." Then she kissed me very passionately. And said before going in, "I can't wait to kiss your father and tell him about our day." She still had cum on her lips as she got out of the car.

I drove home in a stupor



Shhhh! Mom, Son Now Dad



'What had mom left for me to read? What was she heading toward? What is it, that I have to consent to?'

I hurried to the bedroom and threw the pillows across the room, revealing the mysterious letter. Sitting on the bed, with hands shaking, I began reading.

"My Love

Once again, we have the reality of our love. Something I so very much regret depriving us of, these many years. In my heart, I know I did the right thing at the time. I apologize for using you, without your knowledge and now understand we could have found a way. We cannot make up what was denied, but we can fully enjoy what we have left. And, I surely intend to!

Our needs are being met, but we are not alone. Your father is a part of this and I want him to be part of us. That must come later, for the time is too short, and I want to give him his fantasy. 

By now I will have told you what turns your father on. My wish is to give him the ultimate conclusion to his fantasy. Something he has spoken more of since we reunited. I couldn't possibly do this with a stranger. But with you, my love, it's possible. 

You must willingly agree to take part and I know it won't be easy. It won't be easy, because you will have to degrade and humiliate your mother and father.

This is a brief description of what will be expected and it is nasty.

You are to take complete control of me, in front of your father. Make me do anything you want, as he only watches. Dress as you want. Talk as you want. Touch me as you want. Have me suck your cock or fuck me. Be rough with me, but do not hurt me. This must come to the nastiest of conclusions, so think about what that would entail.

Make me come to you anytime. Start slowly by hugging, kissing and fondling me in front of your father. Take me to another room to eat pussy, get a blowjob or fuck me. Step it up after a couple of days to exposing me in front of him and talking about what we are going to do. Openly play with my pussy and tits as well as having me suck your cock. Make me stay with you and away from your father. 

Finally, prior to our big day, figure out a way to fuck me in front of your father, without him actually being able to see our coupling. And tell him what we are doing.

Today was the beginning and I want to conclude this Saturday. You must take total control now, so that I won't think of backing out. Your father needs this and to be truthful, so do I. Much of it is a fantasy I have had as well.

Be my Master. No, be our Master.

Please consider what I ask carefully and think about everything.

I await your answer and will accept whatever you decide.

I LOVE YOU

And burn this, please! 

'Holy Shit, Mom!' I thought. 'Jesus! I'm just getting used to my life long dream coming true and you spring this on me!' I read it again, trying to get my head around what mom was wanting. I had to think and went for a drive. I didn't think I was going anyplace in particular, but found myself going down Mom and Dads street. I parked and called. Mom answered, "Hi Sweetie! You have news for me?"

"Ah, um, no Mom. I'm down the street, and we need to talk."

"Well, come on here then."

I didn't have a chance to knock, Mom opened the door as I approached. I gasped as I saw her standing there in the bondage outfit. As I entered, she held her finger to her lips, and went, "Shhhh." And then led me into the kitchen. Continuing to whisper, she said, "Surprised, I'm wearing the outfit?"

"A little, yeah."

"Your father knew we were spending the day together. Remember, he dropped me off."

"Oh, Yeah."

"This is what your father wants. I'm dominating him and telling him about my day, with my lover." Before I could say anything, she put her fingers to my lips. (I could smell her pussy.) And taking my hand, led me to the bedroom. 

There was Dad, naked, tied to a chair. There was a hood on his head that covered his eyes and it was connected to a ring holding his head back. Looking down, I saw his erection and it looked painful. There was a strap around the base of his penis. I winced, because his penis was very red and looked like it might pop. Below, there was also a strap around his sack, pulling the skin tightly around his testicles and they too were a deep red. I could see red lines all over, from his knees to his chest. Mom had obviously been using the whip. Mom gave me enough time to see it all, before leading me back to the kitchen.

"Do you believe it, now?"

"Oh Shit," I mumbled, "Dad really likes that?"

"Since before we were married, Sweetie. Ultimately, he wants me dominated with him. But, there was noone I could trust to give us that, until now. ... So, are you going to do it for us?"

I stood silently thinking as mom studied my face. Moistening my mouth and swallowing so I could talk, I replied, "OK! And I start now! I will be back in one hour. You are to come out and get in the car when I arrive. Wearing your blue halter top and shorts, matching heels and no underwear."

"But-" Mom started to say something and I cut her off. "If you don't, I will go home and it's all off." Then I abruptly walked out.

'Oh, Shit! What am I doing?' I thought as I drove away. I went and had a cup of coffee and came back. Sure enough, as I pulled in the driveway, Mom walked out dressed as I instructed. She got in the car, slid next to me and gave me a kiss.

"How's Dad?" 

"Frustrated."

"And you?"

"Apprehensive. May I ask where we're going?"

"To a place I've heard about for people in this lifestyle." Mom sat silently with her hand on my leg. I put my arm around her shoulder and slipped my hand into her halter cupping her breast. After a few minutes, Mom asked, "How do you know about this place?"

"Do you remember, Charlie, the project partner I had a while back?"

"Uh, uh, kinda."

"Well, his wife and her sister were his slaves."

"Noooo!"

"Yeah, and it really bothered Bev when they were at our house."

"Why?"

"It wasn't that Bev objected to the sister thing. It was that Bev felt love should be freely given and she thought Tom was forcing it on the girl."

"Was he?"

"No he assured me that it was his wife's young sister that got it all going. And they were all very happy. Ah, we're here."

Inside and sipping our drinks, we watched the various couples coming and going. Mom paid particular attention to the older woman - younger man couples, with the woman wearing a collar. After I ordered our second drink, mom asked, "When do I get a collar?" I smiled, took her hand, and led her to the room with a collars and leashes sign. "Take your pick." I said and pointed at the display. Mom quickly picked a combo out and said, "This one goes with the outfit you bought me." It was a lacy lavender collar with matching leash. 

"Here, help me put it on."

"No, No, No!" Came a female voice,, from behind us. A woman, looking to be about forty, came quickly around me and stood in front of mom. "That is for you to do." 

"But." Mom started to protest, but the hostess continued. "You must surrender to your Master by putting the collar on your neck. If someone else places the collar, you have not surrendered."

"Oh I see." Mom replied, smiling as she understood the true meaning of the collars.

"If you are ready to give yourself to your master, put your collar on." The hostess said with a broad smile.

"I don't know if I can do it right."

"It's easy. It needs to be tight but not choking. Pull it snug around your neck and push the pieces together. That locking stud will push through, securing it."

"Like this?" Mom asked.

"Yes. That looks good. It's not pulling the skin anywhere. Now, press the two pieces together."

I heard what sounded like a snap, as the stud popped through. "Good. Now you have surrendered. Are you ready to take the next step?" 

"Next step?" Mom asked.

"Yes, are you ready to give yourself to him?"

"Here? Now?" Mom said nervously.

"Not that." Then looking at me she said, "Unless of course, that is what he wants."

Mom was looking at me and I was smiling.

The hostess continued, "Now that you have surrendered, you pick out the lock to give him for your collar."

Again, Mom looked questioningly, "Lock?"

"Yes, the lock to seal the relationship. Once he locks the collar, you are his to do with as he pleases. Anything, anytime, anywhere, without question. You belong to him."

Mom turned to face me and said, "Yes, I want you to lock the collar."

"Very good!" The hostess said. "Here, pick out the lock, to give your Master."

Mom scanned the rows of locks and picked out a ball shaped one that had a circular key like vending machines use.

"Very good choice." The hostess said, "Those are almost impossible to pick."

Mom turned around and took my hand placing the lock in my palm and said, "Take me if you want me."

"Ah yes, now you understand." The hostess said.

I reached up, put the hook through the stud and snapped the lock closed. Mom, immediately stepped forward and kissed me passionately. When we parted, the hostess studied our faces for a minute and said, "You're Mother and Son, aren't you?"

Mom started to speak, but the hostess put her fingers on mom's lips and looked at me. I answered, "We were, now we are Son and Mother."

"Very good," the hostess said, then turned to mom, "You only speak in his presence with his permission." Then she pulled the collar of her blouse aside revealing her own collar and quickly glanced at the wall clock, before saying, "I belong to my Son and this is his club. He'll be here in a couple of minutes. You may follow us to the back if you like. I think your lady needs to see her place."

"Thank You. We just might do that." I replied, then we returned to the table. Just as we finished our drinks, a young man entered and all of the hostesses and hosts formed a line before him. "Harem inspection." I heard someone say. The young man talked to and looked over each one in line. As he approached our hostess, his mother, she unbuttoned her blouse. As he stepped in front of her, he reached in her blouse and fondled her breast and then kissed her. He looked back down the line, nodded his head and started walking across the room, with his mother following. 

I removed mom's leash, took her hand and said, "Let's go."

"We're not going to follow them?" She asked.

"No that's not what I'm into." I replied, then whispered, "Right now, I want to fuck you."

Mom smiled as I led her out to the car. When we got there, I opened the back door and told her to lie down. As she did, I dropped my pants. She quickly undid her shorts and I pulled them to mid-thigh and pushed her legs forward as I climbed on top of her. 

"Mmmm, yes. Take me." Mom said, as she felt my glans touch her pussy. Mom was very wet from being in the club and as I pushed forward, I slid in easily. And, damn if I didn't ejaculate as soon as I felt the heat of mom's pussy engulf my erection. "Mmmm, my baby just can't help cuming in mommies pussy." Mom whispered. 

'Shit,' I thought, 'Someday, I gotta get this under control.'

We were in the open where anyone could see, and we didn't care. All we both wanted was a hard fast fuck and that is exactly what it was. When I finished, I told mom, "Just pull your shorts up. You're going home like that." 

On the way home, mom sat silently, touching the collar and lock. When we arrived, I kissed her, and she asked, "Are you going to take this off, before I go in?"

"No! You are mine now. The collar remains on, until we finish what you asked for. You may dominate Dad and jack him off only. He is not to touch you, nor you him, in any other sexual way. Do you understand me?"

Mom swallowed hard, and said softly, "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes Master." Mom replied somewhat pitifully.

"I expect you at my house, first thing in the morning, to wake me up naked and ready. And drop the Master, call me 'My Son'."

"Yes ma - uh, My Son."

"Now, kiss me and go inside." Mom kissed me passionately, and went inside, without looking back. I left and immediately thought, 'Jesus Christ, what have I done? What have we started? I, damn sure, hope this turns out OK!'I had a hard time going to sleep and had a fitful night, worrying.

I was awakened in the morning by mom kissing me. At first, I thought it was a dream, but quickly remembered what we were doing as my eyes cleared and mom stood before me naked and smiling.

"I brought you breakfast in bed." Mom said happily as she picked up the tray table, her breasts jiggling. I scooted up and mom placed the tray before me. As she moved her hands she placed one between my legs and said, "Does My Son want me to suck his cock while he eats?" I was already erect and that thought caused my penis to throb in her hand. "Mmmm, I think he does." And without another word she crawled between my legs and started slowly sucking my erect penis. And I must say, it made eating difficult. She licked, sucked and kissed all over between my legs as I ate. When I finished eating, I moved the tray out of the way and Mom looked me in the eye as she slowly slid her lips tightly up and down my shaft. As my eruption began I stiffened and bucked my hips. Mom gripped my shaft tightly and sucked hard on my glans. As my eyesight cleared, I looked down to see mom kneeling there. She was running her hands up and down my thighs, smiling, and there was a line of cum from her mouth to her chin.

"Did your breakfast please you?" Mom asked with a big smile.

"Very much." I replied, "Now I need to cleanup and you need to get dressed."

"Dressed? Are we going somewhere?" 

"The club."

"The club? Oh, the club. What do you want me to wear?"

"Dress around the knee length skirt from the outfit I bought you. And, wear the half cup bra."

"Should I wear panties?"

"Um, yeah wear panties."

I shaved and showered quickly and when I returned to the bedroom, Mom was dressed and laying out clothes for me. "You look gorgeous in that, even better than I thought."

"Why, Thank You." Mom said, doing a pirouette. 

I got dressed and we went to the club. Upon entering, Mom stopped, handed me the leash then clipped it to the collar. 'Hmmm, Mom's getting into this.' I thought. We walked to a table and the hostess from last night came over. "It's nice to see you again." She said smiling. "I had hoped you would follow us to the back, last night."

"Something came up, that needed to be taken care of." I said.

"Well," she said with a wink, "one should always take care of things." She then placed a blue flag on the table. "My name's Mary. I have been instructed, that should you return, I am to be yours exclusively."

"Exclusively? What does that mean?"

"That means, noone else may attend to you. I alone will be allowed to serve you. Food, drink, a tour, pleasure. There is one exception. When my Master arrives, I must leave you to attend to him. Do you need something to drink?" 

"A light, red sweet wine."

"As you wish." She said with a bow and disappeared. While Mary was gone I glanced around the room and saw that several tables had different colored flags. All but two of them had either a man or a woman standing next to them. Mary returned, presented, uncorked, and poured the wine then stood silently.

I handed Mom her glass and said, "Now tell me, what happened when you went inside last night." Mom fidgeted and repeatedly glanced at Mary. "Well. Tell me. What happened when you went inside."

Mom swallowed hard and said, "Your father was really horny since I couldn't finish with him because you brought me here."

"And?"

"I pushed him away and told him that I was instructed to jack him off only. I was not to touch him in any other way and he was not to touch me at all."

"Then what?"

"He started to beg and I cut him off. I pointed out my collar and told him it meant I belonged to my lover. I told him I placed the collar on my neck myself in surrender. And that my lover accepted my surrender by locking the collar in place."

"And?"

"He was crying as he asked, "Is your lover?" I interrupted him and said, "Yes, my lover is our son and I now belong to him." There was a long pause and Mary was smiling. "I then told him I would jack him off to ease his frustration, but that is all I would do."

"Did you jack him off?"

"He was just standing there, trembling. So I led him to a chair, dropped his pants, and pushed him down. He was as hard as he has ever been and I stroked his cock in a tight grip. When he came, his cum shot up almost to the ceiling. When he finished, I got up and went to bed."

"Well, I think she's done alright. What do you think Mary?"

"That sounded very good." Mary replied. "I think you have a winner."

"Well, Mary, I'm Steve and this is Evie. Will you sit and tell us how you came to this?"

"Sure. Well, let's see. From the beginning, I guess, is as good a start as any. Ron and I were young and fell in love. We thought we knew it all and nobody was going to tell us what to do, so we ran away. I was already pregnant and had Tom a few months later. The next year, I had Gina. Things were rough, having two babies. I worked as much part time as I could, Ron worked two and sometimes three jobs. Slowly, he became controlling and abusive. And I learned to like it, no, I needed it. On Toms eighteenth birthday, Ron was driving home and the brakes failed on the car. The accident put him in Intensive Care. He died a week later. I had a breakdown making me worthless to everyone for months. My Son stepped in, took control of me and made me straighten up. He never did anything sexually, even though he could have. I started noticing how much my son looked like his father and I wanted him. He controlled me as his father had. On his next birthday, I gave him a blowjob, and we became lovers. I thought we were discreet about it, but Gina knew and left her 'perverted family' when she graduated."

"Are the two of you still estranged?"

"No. We have reconciled and she also belongs to the club. Anyway, Tom went to college where he met his wife, Penny. Our affair almost disappeared because I didn't want to interfere with his marriage. After Tom graduated, he got a job and within a year started this club. Tom included me in the operations of the club and our affair was reborn. Helping manage the club, taught me the full meaning of the lifestyle. At the one year anniversary party, I surrendered to my son. He accepted, and the rest is history."

"And, his wife, Penny, doesn't have a problem with it?"

"Not at all. We get along very well, because I do not mess with their life. My relationship with my son is under his complete control. In the club, I am totally obedient. Away from the club, we have a discreet affair. I love my life and wouldn't change it."

"Thanks Mary, a friend told me about you and I wanted Mom to know."

"If you are playing a domination game, be very careful not to go too far and hurt the one you love emotionally." Mary said in warning.

"You mean my father?"

"Yes. Make sure you don't hurt him, unnecessarily. All of you need to want what happens."

"Thanks again, that's why we're here." I said, looking at mom. "I think we can go now."

"Oh, I've been told to please you, and hoping to do so." Mary said pouting. 

"Maybe another time. Mom and I need to talk about things."

"Well, I have permission and you have my open invitation." Mary came around and kissed Mom, as a lover, then she came to me. She took my hand and guided it under her blouse to her bare breast and gave me a toe curling passionate kiss. 

At the door, I started to remove the leash and Mom stopped me and said, "Leave it and lead me to the car."

"But, that's public and anyone can see."

"I know, and right now that is what I want." So, leash in hand, I led mom to the car. We went out to eat and talked about what we were doing and how Mom wanted to finish her gift to Dad. And then mall hopping before I took her home. When we got there I told Mom it was time for her desert and unzipped my pants. Mom leaned over and started sucking. I adjusted the rearview mirror so I could watch and noticed the livingroom curtain. Mom's head was bobbing up and down in my lap and I knew Dad was watching. When Mom finished and put my limp penis back, she said, "Come for supper tonight, and don't forget to give your father a good show of touching me." Then she kissed me and went in.




Shhhh! Mom, Son Now Dad



When I arrived for supper, Dad met me at the door. I was a little uneasy, but he acted like everything was normal. Mom appeared and came straight to me and kissed me. I made a show of running my hands over her back and butt. We sat and talked. Mom checked on things a couple of times before announcing supper was ready. As we walked to the kitchen, I put my arm around mom and played with her breast. The table wasn't set as usual, there wasn't a plate where I normally sat. Dad took his normal seat and I started to sit next to where Mom usually sat. But Mom pushed me into her seat. There I was between Mom and Dad. All through the meal, Mom's hand was between my legs and it was really getting to me. When we finished the meal, Mom got up and went to Dad, putting her hands on his shoulders and said, "Be a dear and clean up. We'll be in the livingroom."

Dad replied, "OK, Hon."

Mom and I went to the livingroom and she immediately began making out with me. I had my hand under her blouse, playing with her breast and she had her hand in my pants when Dad walked in. "All finished, Dear?" Mom said as we straightened ourselves up. Dad mumbled something and sat down. Things were quiet for a couple of minutes and then Mom leaned over and whispered, "Take me to another room for anything you want. And say as we're walking away, that it's time for me to please you." 

I stood up and then reached out to Mom and said, "Come." Then as we walked away, I said, "It's time for you to please me." I didn't take Mom to a different room, I stopped in the hallway. Dad could hear but he couldn't see. We began making out and it really turned me on that Dad could hear the sounds we made. I clearly told Mom to take off her panties, which she did and then I removed her blouse. At any time Dad could have gotten up, but he didn't, he sat there listening. I sucked noisily on Mom's breasts as I played with her pussy. Her moans seemed to echo in the hallway and I wondered how it was affecting Dad. I spun Mom around and began using my glans to play with her pussy. Mom tried pushing back and repeatedly begged me to fuck her. I knew Dad was listening intently in the otherwise quiet house. I had to enter Mom slowly, otherwise, I would ejaculate immediately upon feeling her hot pussy. I began thrusting and pulling her into me. Our slapping together and her moans getting louder and louder. Feeling myself getting close and her pussy getting hotter, I leaned forward to reach around and both pinch and pull her nipples. Mom moaned out loudly, "Oh God Yes. Cuming. Cum with me." I ejaculated, slamming into her and grunting loudly. I straightened up and told Mom not to move. Then I led Mom back to the livingroom, to stand in front of Dad with cum running down her legs and naked from the waist up. I felt bad but powerful. I kissed Mom and roughly squeezed her breast before walking to the door. Before leaving, I turned and said, "You know the only other thing you are allowed to do."

'Jesus, that was exhilarating.' I thought as I drove away. Still I felt bad, treating Dad that way. 

The next day I didn't answer any of Mom's eight calls or the voice mails that followed. I guess I was giving Mom a taste of being denied. Mom and Dad are very habitual and I knew when they were having supper, so I drove over there. I turned the headlights off as I approached so there wouldn't be any sign of someone pulling in. Dad answered when I called, so I hung up and waited a few seconds before calling back. Mom answered when I called back and I asked how she was. She said she'd been calling me and I said I didn't want to talk so I didn't answer. I knew she was upset about it and I cut her off and asked about Dad. She told me he was fine and I asked, "What did you do after I left?"

"We, Uh, I, tied him up and made him smell and look at my pussy as I teased him."

"For how long." I asked.

"For over an hour, until I finally jacked him off."

"Then what?"

"At bedtime, I told him to sleep in your room. This morning, I wouldn't let him go to the bathroom, until I jacked him off."

"And, where is he now?"

"Sitting here, listening."

"Take off your bra and panties and drop them on the floor. I'm on the patio. Come outside now and turn out the light as you leave the kitchen." I knew Dad could watch from the window and with the full moon he could see very clearly. The light went out. Mom came out and walked to me. She threw her arms around my neck and gave me an 'I'm going to fuck the hell out of you kiss.' I pulled her top off, man handled and sucked her breasts before pushing her to her knees. Mom dropped my pants and played with my erection while licking and sucking my sack before taking me in her mouth. I knew Dad could see everything in the bright moonlight. When I had all I could take of Mom's mouth on my erection, I had her sit on the table. I ate her pussy for a minute and then used my glans to play around as I slowly entered her. Very slowly, is the only way I can enter Mom without ejaculating on entry. In a couple of minutes, I was stroking steadily into Moms pussy. She lay back and I leaned down to suck her nipples in turn. My speed increased as I tried to last as long as possible. Mom was biting her forearm to keep from making noise the neighbors might hear. Mom came several times but the big one didn't happen before I ejaculated and so she was cut short. As I waited for my soft penis to slip from her pussy, I told her what to do after I left. "After I leave, whenever you want to begin, I want you to tie Dad up and jack him off repeatedly, until he can't cum anymore." After I slipped from Mom's pussy we made out for a bit and then I just left her standing there.

The next morning, I was awakened by one of my dreams, or so I thought. When I opened my eyes, there was Mom. Bent over and bobbing her head up and down on my erection. I could see Moms breasts bouncing around and that's all it took to empty my testicles. Mom turned her head and looked at me, my softening penis stuffed in her smile.

"Jee-sus Mom!" I exclaimed. "What're you doing here?"

"Your father brought me. He said my lover needed me."

"But, I haven't talked to anyone, since I saw you last night."

"I thought you called. Mmmm, maybe your father is pushing this to the conclusion he wants."

"You never did tell me what that conclusion is."

"In due time love. In due time. I don't want you to know until it happens. OK?"

"Sure Mom. I'm doing this for all of us anyway."

"Well, what are we gonna do today?"

"Let's just take it easy this morning. You know, maybe, we could just talk and think."

"I am wearing your favorite outfit." Mom said and turned side to side, wearing only the leather heels. "I know. You do whatever you need to. And I'll clean house like this."

"Mom, you're hopeless."

"Yeah, but you love it." Mom said and kissed me. "Now scoot and I'll clean. Oh yeah, breakfast is on the table."

As I ate, I could hear Mom moving around. I began feeling guilty as I started thinking about everything. I felt as though I was showing Dad no respect. I mean, Jesus, rubbing his nose in the fact that I was fucking my Mom, his wife. And, no longer having the discreet relationship I wanted but flaunting it in public. I was really beginning to feel low and depraved. I had to talk to Mom because I didn't know if I could continue like this. 

I went and got my robe, took it to Mom, told her to put it on and said, "We gotta talk!"

"Is something wrong, Sweetie? Have I done something?" Mom questioned almost fearfully.

"Yes something is wrong! I keep feeling guiltier and guiltier about what we're doing." Mom started to talk and I said, "Sh! Let me finish! I can handle Dad knowing we are having an affair. A discreet affair. What I can't handle, is what we're doing to him and this public display. He deserves respect Mom!"

I paused, Mom touched my face and said, "Sit down and let's talk about it." We did and Mom continued, "I'm sorry it's doing this to you. Guess I have been pushing things hard and fast, but you know why. We are racing against time." At that point, all I could do was look down and shake my head. "I should have considered your feelings more, but believe me, I never wanted to hurt anyone." 

Mom paused and when I looked up she had tears in her eyes and I said, "Mom, it's just that I don't feel people should be forced. When you do something, it should be because you want to. Not because someone's making you."

"Oh Sweetie." Mom said with that sensitive sorrowful tone and look. "I'm so sorry if you've felt forced to do this. I thought it was OK with you to help me do something, I could never trust to a stranger."

"Forced or controlled, all of it has me confused. I'm not like that. I mean, I am supposed to be in control of you. You are in control of Dad. I am then controlling you and Dad. But, you are really controlling me as I control you and Dad. Oh Jesus! See what I mean? I'm consensual, not controlling. I admit, I have gotten a thrill out of doing things. But the guilt I feel afterward gets worse, and I don't know if I can keep this up."

"Hmmm! Well, if you want to stop we'll stop. But, please let me tell you about your father first." Mom said with a questioning/pleading tone.

"Yeah, OK. I guess."

"It began before we were married. Your father liked to be tied up. It grew into harsher restraint and then verbal abuse. The degradation he wanted me to subject him to increased over the years. He figured out a way for me to give him what he wanted without involving someone else."

"What do you mean."

"He wanted to experience me, after I had sex with someone else. I had to describe it in detail and have him eat my cum filled pussy."

"How'd you do that?"

"Oh my! Well, we would make love in the afternoon. I wouldn't clean up and I figured out that I could use a small sponge to keep his cum in me. Then after supper, I would tie him up and dominate him. Ending with him eating my lovers cum from pussy."

"But it was his cum."

"Yes, but it helped fulfill the fantasy."

"Well hell. That's not so bad. I've done that with Bev during sex."

"But, it went on Sweetie. It went to sucking the cock that was going to fuck me. To sucking the cock that had fucked me. To sucking the cock that fucked me but came in his mouth."

"You're not going to tell me, next, that Dad wants to be fucked, are ya?"

"Oh No, No, No. It's all oral. You see, your father admitted to me years ago, that when he was in school, he witnessed something. Something that stayed in his mind and turned him on over time."

"What was that?"

"There was this teacher and her husband that he saw with a, nerdy, well hung kid."

"Yeah, what'd they do?"

"Your father was hiding in a storage room, skipping class, when they walked in. The teacher handcuffed her husband, on his knees. She then dropped the boys pants and made her husband suck the boys cock until it was hard. Your father said it was the biggest cock he ever saw in real life."

"Is that it?"

"No. Then she had the boy fuck her and she kept telling him to tell her when he was going to cum. When he said he was ready, she spun around and grabbed his cock and stuck it in her husbands mouth. She told the boy to go ahead and cum in her husbands mouth. That he wanted to taste her pussy, on the cock that fucked her, as it came in his mouth."

"Wow, I never seen anything like that in school."

"Over the years, that is what your father came to want. And that is what all of this is leading to. I just wanted to give him his fantasy, and you are the only one I could do it with."

"Shit! ... Hmmmm. ... As long as I don't have to fuck him. I guess I could push through it. Can he wear that hood? That way I might be able to think he's someone else."

"You'll do it then! Good. I don't know. He needs to be able to see us fuck. Maybe I could cut slits in it or something. Oh My. You know, part of this is for me to."

"OH!"

"Yes, I've always wanted us to do a three way. You know, your father, me, you." Mom said as she touched her butt when she said 'Father.' Touched her breasts, when she said 'Me.' Touched her pussy, when she said, 'You.' I only let your father have my ass, once in a while. And I've always wanted a real cock in my pussy instead of a dildo, when he does."

"Ooh, Mom, stop. A vision of that flashed through my mind."

"Good. Keep that thought. Both of my men, fucking me at the same time, would be, Fantastic!" Mom leaned into me and began kissing. "Mm, are you, mm, going to, mm, keep me, mm, waiting, mm, all day? Continuously kissing me. We were making out like lovers in no hurry. Caressing each other all over. Clothes slowly being removed. Nothing oral but a steady approach to the joining of genitals. Even with this slow approach, I guess the mental excitement pushed me to the point of almost ejaculating on entry. Ever so slowly, we were fucking each other, matching pelvic movements. Mom broke the tempo first, increasing her speed slightly. I responded and we kept that pace for a while. Then suddenly, Mom sat straight up and went into a fast hard grinding on my erection. Her hands were on my chest, arms straight, and still her breasts bounced hypnotically. Her pussy began to heat up and I felt it clamp around my shaft harder than it ever did before. Mom began to shake all over and moan loudly with her head back. Everything, brought my ejaculation bursting forth and I was pushing up as hard as I could. Mom remained frozen for several seconds, then slowly brought her head forward and lay down on me. She snuggled into me and said, "God, I Love Fucking You." We lay like that for several minutes. Then we showered, washing each other. I've always enjoyed washing a woman in the shower. 

We dressed and went out to eat. Mom then wanted to go see a romance movie. At the movie, I had my arm around Mom and she took my hand and slid it through the armhole of her blouse to her breast. She then snuggled into me and put her hand between my legs. During various scenes, she would rub and squeeze my erection. Needless to say, I was pretty horney by the end of the movie. Taking her home, Mom sucked on me but asked me not to cum. She said she wanted to build me up so that I would give her more after supper. Her plan was for us to be under a blanket and I would fuck her in front of Dad, as we all watched a movie. Of course, being under the blanket, Dad couldn't see it. He would just be right there.

I spent the remainder of the day concentrating on what we were doing. It is just giving Dad his fantasy and not a lifestyle for us to get into. Still, I was nervous when I got to their house for the evenings escapades. 

When I got there, I could hear Mom and Dad around back. As I approached the patio, Mom stood and came to me, throwing her arms around my neck and kissing me. Dad sat there and smiled. We were sideways to Dad and he could plainly see me pull Mom's halter aside, exposing her breast before bending to suck her hard nipple. When I raised to kiss her again, I recovered her breast. Then I said, "Hi," to Dad. We walked over to sit down and I had Mom sit on my lap. As we all talked, I caressed her bare legs moving my hand almost to her pussy. A couple of times, I slipped my hand into her halter to fondle her breast or pinch and pull her nipples. Mom wasn't totally passive, she was playing with my bare leg and pushing her hand up under my shorts to play with my sack. Dad continually smiled with the bulge of his hardon betraying his excitement. 

When we went to eat the seating was the same as before, with me between Mom and Dad. The meal over, Mom asked Dad to clean up and bring the drinks and snacks to the livingroom while we got the movie ready. As we stood up, I pulled Mom's halter aside exposing her breasts. She walked to Dad, stood briefly then bent to kiss him.

In the livingroom, as we got things ready, I asked Mom, "Are you sure about continuing this?"

"Oh My God Yes! Your father and I had a talk before you arrived. And you wouldn't believe how excited and happy he is about getting to live his fantasy." Mom said, before kissing me, "Now keep it up. He loves it. I love it. And I know it's turning you on."

Mom and I settled on the couch for some kissing and fondling before Dad brought the stuff in. We talked about various things for a few minutes before the movie. As the movie got going, Mom and I started making out, getting more and more heated. I noticed Dad was watching us more than the movie. It was obvious that we were headed for a fuck. Mom covered us with the blanket and removed her soaked panties, putting them on the coffee table. As Mom leaned back, I pulled her against me and nuzzled her neck as I slid one hand to a breast and the other to her pussy. 

"Mmmm." Mom moaned.

"Like that, do you?" I said loudly.

"Oh yes. Your hands feel so good." Mom said, breathing heavily. Dad squirmed and adjusted his hardon. Mom's hand moved between my legs and she began pulling roughly on my throbbing shaft. Mom moaned several times through light orgasms with my fingers curling in and out of her pussy. Dad was actually breathing heavily watching her. 

I asked Mom to hand me my drink. Her halter tied in front and I had untied it, leaving it hanging down her sides. As she leaned forward to get my glass, I held the blanket. The blanket pulled away from Mom, exposing her breasts to Dads view. His gaze zeroed in on their wiggling and he moaned. As Mom handed me my glass, she whispered in my ear, "You really got your father with that move." We drank and ate some snacks for a while before returning to our intimacy. I slowly eased us down on the couch, Mom laying on my arm. I continued to play with her pussy and breasts. Mom raised her leg, making a tent of the blanket and Dad took in a gulp of air. She took hold of my erection and began rubbing my glans between her pussy lips. "Is my baby gonna cum as usual, when he enters me?" Mom said in a deep sexy voice. Dad jerked in his chair. "Turn loose of me and let's see." I replied. Mom let go of me and I pushed forward, slipping quickly all the way in her pussy. And, I ejaculated! "Oh God, I guess so." I grunted loudly. Mom was looking at Dad as she said, "I love it that my baby just can't help cuming in mommies pussy." I saw Dad, close his eyes and shake. Mom lowered her leg and began slowly fucking me. I couldn't do much, being pinned against the back of the couch. But I could flex to meet her. We got a rhythm going and Mom never took her eyes off Dad. Mom began her repeating orgasms. Moaning louder and louder as the time between them shortened. I couldn't last much longer. I was going to ejaculate soon, whether Mom had the one she was building to or not. Mom surprised me. She let out a long deep moan and started shaking as my sack tightened. She went limp, before I ejaculated, grunting and pinned against the couch. 

Mom slowly began moving and turned her face toward me saying, "Oh Sweetie, that was ... did you cum?" 

"Yes. Right as you went limp." I whispered in her ear.

As much as I wanted to lay together, I needed something to drink. Again I asked Mom to hand me my glass. I didn't need to hold the blanket. Mom just let it fall. We drank and then Mom turned to whisper in my ear. "That turned your father on. He has a wet spot in his shorts."

I looked and sure enough there was. I felt kinda sorry for Dad just sitting there, so I stepped it up a little. Rubbing Mom's back, I said, "You know, he's been very patient and I think you should relieve his tension." Mom looked at me as I unbuttoned her skirt. "I think you should let him suck and play with your titties before you jack him off." Mom kissed me and started to rise. I held her in place and whispered, "Stand up and spread your legs to give him a good look at your just fucked pussy." 




Shhhh! Mom, Son Now Dad



Mom stood, bent at the waist. Kissing me passionately, she gave Dad a long look at her gaping, cum dripping pussy. "Now put your panties on." I said. 

Then she went to him, straddled his legs and sat down. She took his head in her hands and pushed her breasts into his face. Dad went after them like a starved baby. He was kneading them in his hands and it looked like he was trying to suck her nipples off. From her moans, I knew Mom was liking it. For more than ten minutes, Dad went after Mom's breasts until they were red and swollen. When Mom couldn't take it anymore, she pushed away and slid down to the floor between Dad's legs. She briefly rubbed the bulge in Dad's shorts before pulling shorts and underwear down his legs. Dad's erection sprang into the air to be grasped by Mom's hand. As soon as she squeezed it, a large amount of cum oozed from the tip. Mom quickly licked it up. 

"Ah, Ah, Aah!" I said. "Only your hands." 

Mom responded with a disappointed, "OooH!" And began stroking his erection while rolling his testicles in her other hand. The look on Dad's face told me he wouldn't last long. He closed his eyes and laid his head back. A couple of minutes later his body stiffened and he grunted as a large stream of cum arced high in the air. It landed on his face and was followed quickly by another stream that landed on his chest. And another that landed just below. 

When his body relaxed, I went over and kissed Mom while massaging her breast. Then I said, "Do not do anything else, until I say you can. And, stay home tomorrow." I then left and went home.

I was still bothered by what I was doing to Dad. But, I realized that this was just something to be done once and once only. 

Being Saturday, I knew Dad would be puttering around outside so I went over. I saw Dad out back and slipped in the house. Mom was in the kitchen, washing dishes. I quietly came up behind her and kissed her neck. She gasped and jumped, "Oh God, you scared the life out of me!" 

She tried to turn around, but I pinned her in place and put my hands on her breasts, saying, "Keep washing and watching your husband." I began kissing, licking and nibbling her shoulder, neck and ear as I massaged her breasts. She moaned and pushed her butt against me. Slowly, I moved a hand down to rub around on her lower stomach and legs. She stopped washing dishes and began moving her hips around. "Keep watching your husband, My dear. " I repeated. Slowly, I pulled her house dress up to give me access to her covered pussy. "Mmmm." She moaned and wiggled more against me. I eased my hand inside her panties and she spread her legs while moaning. 

Breathing heavily, I whispered in her ear, "Your hot pussy wants something, doesn't it?" 

"Yessss."

"What does your pussy want?"

"A hard cock."

"Any cock?"

"Oooo," she shuddered, "Your cock. My pussy wants your cock."

I now had four fingers in her pussy. "Why does it want my cock?"

"Because it made your cock." Mom arched her back pushing against me. "Oh God, Please! Give my pussy your cock. Fuck me."

"Well, OK, since you've asked nicely I'll let your pussy have some of my cock. But I'm saving my cum for tonight."

Mom shuddered again, "I don't care just let my pussy feel your cock, please."

I pushed her panties to the top of her thighs and freed my erection, slipping it between her legs. Mom tried to get right to business but ejaculation wasn't on my mind. I teased her pussy with my erection as I unbuttoned her dress and pushed her bra up over her breasts. I pinched, twisted and pulled her nipples as I ever so slowly pushed my erection into her. Mom was shaking before I was all the way in. 

"Now, watch your husband as you feel me slide in and out of you." I said as I pulled her lowered head back up to look out the window. I was able to keep it up for over ten minutes and felt Mom's orgasms several times. I couldn't take it any longer, and as she had a strong orgasm clamping around my erection, I pulled out and left. I knew she was frustrated and so was I. What I had just done was so thrilling. Yet, I still felt bad about doing it.

I was nervous about the coming evening but managed to keep it as just something that needed to be done. 

When I got to my folks, I was blown away. Mom was dressed in one of the purple outfits and looked stunning. Dad was busy fixing the meal. Mom asked if I was thirsty and I said I'd get it. She put her hand on my leg and called out, "We need our drinks now." 

As Dad brought in our cokes, Mom said, "My servant needs to perform his duties, while we enjoy ourselves." Dad smiled and left us to talk. Mom wanted me to follow her lead but said I should do anything I wanted. Dad came back and said the meal was ready. Mom stood and looking at Dad said, "Your punishment will begin with the first mistake." Then she slapped him between the legs. Dad flinched and so did I, seeing it. We entered the kitchen and Mom had me sit in Dad's place. Everything went well through the meal until Dad served desert. He spilled some ice cream and Mom gave him a stern reprimand and told him to go to his room. 

We finished desert and Mom said, "If you'll follow me, I have to see to his punishment now." As we entered the bedroom, I saw the chair Dad was tied to last time. On the bed was the outfit Mom bought along with all kinds of restraints and whips. Mom walked in front of Dad and slapped him as she said, "What are you doing dressed!?" Mom went to the bed as Dad quickly took off his clothes. Mom picked up a paddle and walked back to Dad. Hitting his butt hard, Mom said, "Ankles." Dad bent and grabbed his ankles and Mom asked, "How many?" Dad replied softly, "Ten Mistress." Mom quickly hit Dad ten times, bringing his butt to a dark red. Then she used her hand to softly caress each cheek, saying, "When you make mistakes, you get punished. Now, on your knees at the chair."

Dad moved to kneel by the chair as Mom got handcuffs and legcuffs. "Put these on." Mom said as she handed them to Dad. 

I watched with interest as Dad did what Mom told him to, without hesitation. With the restraints on, Mom clipped the chains to the chair leg. She bent and kissed him while running her hand down his torso to his genitals. She cupped his sack in her hand. At first she was gentle, then she squeezed. Dad winced. Mom stood and said, "I told you not to fuckup tonight!"

I was watching something, I never thought my parents would do. Especially Dad.

Mom turned to me and said, "You see, I constantly have to straighten him out. It seems like he never will learn." Then she winked at me, put her arms around me and whispered, "He needs to watch you control me." 

My hands were on her sides. I kissed her and slid my hands down to knead her butt and pull her against me. Mom wiggled against me and moaned. I turned her around and kissed her neck. Slowly I eased my hands down and pulled her dress up. Her G-string exposed, I began to rub her pussy. Mom wiggled to the movements of my hand. Looking down, I saw dad watching intently, his engorged penis standing tall. 

As I moved us up to Dad, I eased her G-string aside and whispered, "Tell him to eat your pussy."

"Oh Yes," Mom moaned. "Eat my pussy and get it ready for our son's cock." Mom said sexily. Dad was straining forward but couldn't reach, so I pushed Mom against his face. Mom let out a shaking moan and slumped down on his mouth. "Ooooh, Mmmm." She moaned as Dad licked and sucked her moistening slit. I was nibbling her ear and when I felt her tremble the second time, I pulled her back, and said, "Leave him your G-string."

Mom removed her G-string. She placed the pad on Dad's nose and hung the string on his ears. 

We stepped into the hallway and I asked how long we were going to leave him there. Mom replied, "It doesn't matter. I often tie him up and go shopping for an hour or two before I come back to finish up. Oh, I know. We can go to that dance place down the road for a drink or two then come back. But first, I need to strap him up." Mom went back in as I stood in the doorway and watched. First she put the hood on Dad's head. I noticed she had made mesh covered eye holes. She covered the eye holes with a blindfold before removing the restraints. She had Dad sit in the chair and placed leather straps on his upper arms, wrists, thighs and ankles. She attached the straps to the chair with snap hooks. She then knelt on the floor and played with Dad's penis and sack, saying, "OK, Bad Boy, it's time to get good and hard." Mom didn't have to play much, Dad was quickly erect. Mom reached under the chair and got a strap. She put the strap around Dad's penis and sack. Mom pulled the strap tight and Dad winced. "Are you complaining?" Mom asked as she pulled a little more on the strap. "No Mistress. My apology." Mom pulled out another strap and wrapped it around dad's sack, pulling it tight as well. Mom squeezed Dad's deep red erection and said, "That's better. Just the way I like it." Then she gave Dad a quick kiss and we left.

We were gone for about an hour and a half, and I asked Mom several times if she was sure about leaving Dad like that for so long. She said, "Oh yeah, he'll be fine. It's usually an hour or two. I did leave him for almost eight hours one time. I'll never do that again. It hurt his cock and balls and took almost a month for him to recover." 

When we entered the bedroom, Mom walked over and flipped Dads testicles with her middle finger. It hurt, because Dad cried out and his stomach muscles tightened bringing his head forward. 

Mom took some oil and squirted it on Dad's genitals and began gently massaging him, saying, "There, there, is that better?" Dad softly said, "Yes Mistress. Thank You."

Mom came to me and said, "I'm going to move the chair close to the bed so he can watch as we make love. So, improvise. Do anything you want. And start talking. Make me and your father do what you want."

After Mom moved the chair and removed Dad's blindfold, I walked over and took her in my arms. I said, "Isn't your wife beautiful tonight?" to Dad. He didn't say anything and Mom picked up a short strap and smacked him across the legs, saying, "Answer!" Dad softly said, "Yes, she looks beautiful." 

"I bought this outfit for her to wear for me. So, remember, every time she leaves the house wearing this, she is coming to me."

"Mmmm, that's right." Mom chirped. "When I wear this outfit, I'm going to fuck my Son." 

I saw Dad's erection throb. Mom and I began to make out and I made sure Dad could see me touching her everywhere. I had undone but not removed Mom's outfit as we stood next to Dad, giving him frequent glimpses of my hands on her breasts, butt and pussy. 

Mom knelt down, placed her hand on my bulging erection and said to Dad, "Now you can watch me suck our son's cock. You might even get to see him cum in my mouth." She dropped my pants, grabbed my shaft and licked the tip. "Mmmm, He has such a nice tasting cock." She said and put me in her mouth. Mom worked on me for several minutes and then said, "I've been doing this all week, while all you got were handjobs." 

Dad moaned and his erection throbbed and oozed. Obviously, he was liking what was happening. As good as Mom's mouth felt, I wanted her pussy. I wanted to worship it, and I wanted Dad to watch. As Mom sucked on me I got my clothes off. Then I pulled away from her and told her to strip and get on the bed. As Mom lay on the bed, I said, "Play with yourself." Mom began moving her hands all over her body. She progressed to massaging her breaasts and playing wih her nipples. One hand slowly moved down her body stopping between her legs. She paused, then her fingers began moving up and down. 

I moved next to Dad and whispered in his ear, "Isn't she beautiful?"

Dad whispered, "Yes."

"Would you like to eat her pussy?"

Dads breathing increased as he said, "Yes, I'd like to eat her pussy."

"Well, you can't. Not yet. Maybe after I've fucked her, I'll let you eat her pussy."

Dad was breathing rapidly as he whispered, "Anything. I'll do anything you want."

"Right now, you can watch me have my way with your wife." 

Then I moved in between Mom's legs. As I caressed her thighs, she opened her eyes and smiled. Leaning down, I kissed her thighs. She wiggled and moaned, then asked, "Does my baby want to eat mommies pussy? Hmmmm? Does my baby want to suck mommies clit and make her cum?"

Dad let out a deep breath and said, "Yes! Yes! Suck your Mothers pussy! Suck it good!"

He startled us both and we looked at him. So, I started doing what we all wanted. I didn't let up or stop until Mom clamped my head between her legs and pulled me against her with her hands. I pulled away and eased forward. 

As I was rubbing my glans up and down Mom's pussy, she said, "Oh, Darling, watch as he plays with my pussy and slowly enters. If he doesn't do it this way, Mommies pussy makes him cum."

Dad was breathing heavy again and moaned, "Yes, Fuck Her."

I kept a steady pace, not wanting to ejaculate to soon. Mom asked Dad, "Can you see it? Can you see our son's cock as he fucks me? Oh, our son's cock feels so good. Can you see it? Is it turning you on to watch our son fuck me?"

Dad moaned out, "Yes. Yes. Yes. It turns me on to watch our son fuck you."

Mom looked at me and said, "Oh baby, did you hear that? Your father likes to see you fuck me. Let's give him a closer look."

I didn't understand how we could give him a closer look. Then Mom said, "Let me stand between his legs and you can take me from behind, right in front of his face."

I got the idea and reluctantly pulled out of her. When Mom stood up she whispered in my ear. "Now is when you need to get nasty. Have him eat me. Have him suck your cock." She kissed me passionately and continued, "And when you're ready, you have to pull out of me and cum in his mouth." She paused searching my face with her gaze. "OK, Sweetie? This's what it's all been about." 

I nodded and Mom smiled. Mom then released something and the front of the chair dropped down so she could stand between his legs, inches from his face. Mom squatted and ran her fingertips around Dad's erection and sack, saying, "Your doing very well, your cum is oozing nicely." Mom took my softening penis in her hand and pulled it toward Dad and said, "Suck it." Dad didn't move and Mom smacked his testicles. "I said, suck it. You need to taste my pussy on our son's cock." Dad leaned forward sticking his tongue to the tip of my penis. Mom squeezed his erection and he opened his mouth to take my glans between his lips. Mom cupped dad's testicles in her hand and said, "Start sucking or it's going to hurt." Dad began moving his head back and forth, taking almost all of me in his mouth. "Better." Mom said and pushed Dad back. "Did you like tasting my pussy on our son's cock?"

"Yes." Dad whispered.

"Which did you like more? The taste of my pussy on his cock. Or sucking his cock." 

Dad moaned and said, "Both Mistress. I liked both."

Mom kissed Dad as she stood up and then said, "Good. Because I'm told you're going to suck some more." Mom bent over and I pushed my erection into her. Mom moaned out, "Oh his cock feels so good. Watch him. Watch our son fuck me." 

After a couple of minutes, Mom pointed at Dad. I got the message and pulled out to stick my penis in Dad's mouth. Dad went to sucking and I felt his tongue swirling around. When I felt my pleasure rising, I pulled away from Dad and entered Mom again. We did this for nearly half an hour. A couple of times, I pushed Mom against Dad's face, so he could eat pussy. Finally, I said, 'Here Goes,' to myself. I stayed with fucking Mom until I felt my ejaculation on the way. I pulled out and stuck my penis in Dads mouth. He started sucking. His lips hadn't went up and down my shaft more than twice before I erupted in his mouth. I thought he would gag or spit or something, but he clamped his lips around my shaft and was moving his tongue to draw my cum out. When my penis softened, I pulled out of his mouth. Mom said, "Good boy!" And quickly kissed him.

Well, it was over and it wasn't as bad as I thought. In fact it didn't feel much different than the women in my life.

Mom stood and kissed me passionately, then whispered, "Thank You Sweetie. Thank You. We owe you more than you know, for doing this for us. Thank You." Mom kissed me passionately again and said, "Now sit and watch as I suck your Father off."

Mom took his hood off then knelt down and started kissing and licking his genitals. I could tell Dad wanted her to get to it, but Mom took her time. When Mom finally opened her mouth and slid her lips down his shaft, Dad moaned and started breathing faster. Slowly up and down Mom's tight lips moved on Dad's penis. After several minutes, Dad's hips started jerking and he began grunting loudly as he filled her mouth with cum. Suddenly, Dad went limp as he passed out. 

Mom stood and said, "Help me put him to bed. He'll need to rest a while before we continue." 

'Continue,' I thought. Then I helped Mom put Dad to bed. I started to get dressed but Mom gave me one of Dad's robes to wear instead. Mom put on a very short, see through, robe and the leather heels. 

I asked Mom if there was something wrong with Dad and she said, "Oh No, Sweetie. While he's in the chair, he is constantly trying to get free. By the time a session is over, he is wore out physically. Add to that the intensity of his orgasm and he is drained. He always passes out and then sleeps for about half an hour. When he wakes up he'll be ready to give me a good fucking again. Believe me, we've been doing this for years."

Mom put a robe on the bed for Dad and we went to the livingroom. We snuggled on the couch and Mom said, "This is really one monumental night."

"How's that?"

"I've wanted your Father to live his fantasy for years and you've given it to him. And, I'm going to get what I've wanted since the first time I felt your cock inside me."

"A three-way?"

"Not just a three-way. A three-way with my husband and son. I've always thought about that. That and something else early on."

"What 'Something else,' Mom?" I was thinking, Mom and another woman or something.

"Having your baby."

"Whoa! Really!"

"Yes. But I knew the risks and harm were too great to ever do it. Still Sweetie, I did think about having your baby. Especially, since I thought I was pregnant after our first time."

"I guess it's confession time. As a horny young man, I thought about taking you away from Dad and getting you pregnant, too."

"I guess, dirty minds, think alike." Mom said and kissed me. 

We sat there holding each other and I thought about everything Mom told me lately. Thinking back over the years, I wished things had been different. At least now we can do what we always wanted. A few minutes later we heard Dad stirring. Mom went to see about him as I waited. When Dad came in the livingroom, I stood up and asked how he was. He said he was fine and hugged me. 

Then he said, "Thank You. Really, I mean it. Thank You. You've given me something I've wanted for years. Now that it's out of my system, I can keep the memory."

"Where's Mom?"

"Oh, she's putting together something for us to refuel with."

About that time, Mom walked in with a huge platter of meat, cheese and crackers. As well as another bottle of wine (Blackberry).

"I like those shoes." Dad said.

"Thanks." Mom replied. "My new lover bought me the outfit."

"Outfit?" Dad said, looking Mom up and down. "What outfit?"

Mom slipped her robe off and turned around before holding her foot in the air and turning it side to side, and said, "These are the outfit. A special outfit from my lover."

"OK! I definitely like it." Dad then looked at me, winked and said, "I never woulda thoughta that." 




Shhhh, Mommy Will Hear You



Chapter 1. 

It can be said that circumstances lead to debauchery. That would be my excuse. First I would like to introduce all of the parties involved. It's important to note the word "All," it's an intricate part of this story.

Megan and I (John) have been married many years. On the day my story begins, our daughter Lexi was 11 years old. Megan and I were both Professors at a local University. Because we were anticipating many changes in our personal lives, I decided to take a sabbatical. The first of those "changes" was that we expected to close escrow on a new home. As a result, Lexi was to begin attending 7th grade at a new Junior High School. Yes, eleven years is very young to be entering 7th grade, but she was advanced in 2nd grade.

I remember that day, as it was life changing. It was 7:30 in the morning when I dropped Lexi off in front of the Administrative building. She gave me the obligatory kiss on the cheek. I couldn't help but notice she was much smaller than many of the kids in the crowd; however, soon she disappeared into a sea of kids. Just as I was pulling out of the parking lot my cell phone rang. It was our real estate agent informing me that the home we were expecting to move into had burnt to the ground . Authorities suspected arson because of an ongoing labor dispute with the builder.

Here we were, completely packed and ready to move within the week. The sale of our existing home was due to close escrow in 10 days. We were legally homeless. My mind was spinning as I tried to determine multiple options to present to Megan. I didn't want to burden her with this distressing news at work, so I decided to wait until the evening to drop this bombshell.

I had to see for myself how bad the damage was, so I drove over and it couldn't have been worse. The only thing standing were the two fireplaces. The neighborhood was still filled with fire trucks, police and nosey neighbors. I located one of the detectives and he confirmed what my agent had told me. Two evenings prior another of this construction companies sites were struck. In those cases, little damage had been done. I guess practice makes perfect, even for arsonists.

When I went to pick up Lexi from school, I notice she had been crying. She wouldn't tell me what was wrong, but in the interest of understanding the progression of this story, I will tell you now so that we can move forward. Later that night I learned that Lexi, being almost two years younger than most of her classmates, was embarrassed and made fun of in gym class. More specifically, the showers. It's not necessary to go into details, we all have been on, either the giving end, or most likely receiving end, of this type of taunting. The rest of the day for Lexi was met with continued harassment and telling her she should go back to kindergarten.

Lexi dropped her boxes on the floor of the entry foyer and ran to her bedroom ignoring me. She punched and dodged between all of the packed moving boxes. I guess she used them to get out some of the anger she was feeling. I just fell into my chair. It wasn't really a chair, more of a loveseat for two; however, the macho in me insists on calling it my "chair." It is high-backed and covered in real leather. Most importantly, it reclines. A perfect place to sit in the evening after a long day and read one of the many books from our private library while imbibing a nice shot of whiskey or bourbon.

I just sat there staring into space, debating our options. We could probably stall the closing of the sale of this home. Who would be so cruel as to get "legal" with someone who just lost the home they were suppose to move into. We could rent an apartment, or other home while waiting for our home to be rebuilt. That seemed the most likely option, but living out of boxes for six months wouldn't be appealing to Megan or Lexi. Maybe we should look to buy an existing home. It wasn't long before I dozed off.

Time quickly passed and when I woke up and looked at the clock. It was 5:30 and Megan was 30 minutes late. It was only because she was always prompt did I even take notice. At the very least, she would call to let me know she was going to be late. I called her cell and I got a recording that said, "this number is temporarily out of service." My heart jumped. We were on the same mobile plan, so why wasn't her phone working? I hung up and started to call the University when my phone rang. It was campus security informing me that Megan had been the victim of a car jacking. She was alright, but they managed to get her purse and cell phone.

"Oh John, I am so sorry. They took my keys, they have our address and house keys....." She cried into the phone. I did my best to calm her, but she wouldn't listen to anything I said. Finally I convinced her to put the Security Director back on the phone. He agreed to send a car to the house to protect it while Lexi and I came to pick Megan up.

The next 24 hours was a nightmare. I won't bother you with the details of changing locks and canceling credit cards. The bottom line is that Megan and I decided we'd had enough of "civilization," if you wanted to call it that. We decided to move to some remote community in the Northwest. We didn't know where yet, but somewhere we could live in peace and quiet.



Chapter 2. 

We drove several hundred miles, and then several hundred more, before we reached a small town of about 30,000 people. It was late in the evening, so we checked into a nice little motel and went out to dinner. As we settled into our room for the evening, Lexi went to take a shower. Megan began taking off her clothes getting ready for bed. She always wore the sexiest bras and thong panties. Although at that time it had been over 15 years since we had married, she still got me hard just looking at her.

Megan is a fitness "nut." To this day she works out regularly. She is 5'-3" weighs around 105 pounds with barely any fat on her body. Because of that, she had breast enhancement after giving birth to Lexi. She went from a 32B to a 36D. If her breasts didn't turn heads, her biceps and triceps did. Even though she was almost 40 years old at that time, she looked 15 years younger. Combine that with her skin tone of being middle eastern decent, dark hair and eyes. Little else needs to be said, she is beautiful. I pushed Megan back on the bed as she tried to dissuade me by reminding me Lexi was there.

"Yea, but you know how long it takes her to take a shower, we could do it twice in that amount of time," I grinned an fake evil grin at her.

"Ok, but when we hear that shower shut off, you are done whether you are or not. Get my drift?" She said. I had my head between her legs before she could finish her sentence. 

"Ohhhhh gawd John, that feels so fuckin' good." she moaned. "I didn't realize how much I needed this after our long drive today. DAMN!"

Megan always keeps her pussy mound waxed. I love that I can go down on her and enjoy her juices without getting little hairs in my mouth. I looked up and her bra was still in place holding her boobs in a position that defied gravity. Just as she was on the edge of her first orgasm I pulled back and climbed on top of her. My cock easily slipped into her wet and ready pussy. I lifted her legs over my shoulders and continued hard and fast thrusts. With each thrust she reacted with contorted facial expressions. I was aware of our limited time and there was no way I'd be deprived at this point. With one hand I unsnapped the front clasp of her lacy bra. Her breasts sprang forth and I began pinching her dark nipples causing them to become erect, which only encouraged more pulling and pinching. It always worked as Megan turned her head away from me, eyes rolling back in her head, body tensing in painful, yet extreme pleasurable orgasm. I shot stream after stream of cum into her slick pussy causing her to cum once again. Wave after wave of pleasure, her taught ab muscles contracting.

Just then we heard the shower shut off. "Get off me, get off me," Megan pleaded. Her strength for her petite size always amazes me. I rolled off her and she quickly covered her body with the sheet. I slipped on my boxer shorts just as Lexi opened the bathroom door. My semi hard cock, covered in sticky pussy juice wasn't cooperating, so I sat down on the bed and put a pillow in my lap. We couldn't see her around the corner in the bathroom, but she said, in her usual bubbly voice, "It's steamy in here making me all hot and sweaty. What are you guys doing?"

We just laughed and said in unison, "Nothing."

Lexi settled into her bed and we turned on the TV for a couple of hours. Finally Lexi and Megan both seemed to have drifted off to sleep, so I shut off the TV and turned off the light next to my side of the bed. As always, I was hard and horny. After all, it had been almost two hours since my cock had been satisfied. Not really expected to get her cooperation; nonetheless, I spooned Megan reaching underneath her pajama top to fondle her breasts. Although her nipples said otherwise, she pushed my hand away with no need to explain. Yes, Lexi was in the bed next to us, but she was asleep. I just wanted to cop a feel before I jerked off. Teasing, I whispered into her ear, "I want some grapefruit." I thought I had said it quietly, but obviously not quiet enough, that is when we realized Lexi was still awake. The silence of the night was broken. "Daddy, you can't have grapefruit now, you have to wait until breakfast," Lexi giggled.

I realized that jerking off wasn't going to be an option tonight. I wasn't one to go into the bathroom to "take care of business." Instead, I turned over onto my stomach forcing my hard cock into my belly. I thought of humping one of the pillows, but decided that would be even more obvious. I turned my mind from my groin to what we might find when we explore what could potentially become our new home. Eventually I fell into a deep sleep. 

Not one to change her routine, even though she didn't have to be at work, I felt Megan get out of bed. I looked at the clock on the nightstand, it was 4:30. I decided that if I was going to get any pussy today, this would be my only opportunity. I was very quiet to get up, not wanting to wake Lexi, I waited until I heard the shower turn on and slipped into the bathroom.

"What took you so long?" Megan laughed.

"I hope you didn't start without me?" I tried to pretend I was kidding, but actually I was hoping she had. What we needed right now was a quickie, and although I always try to be a gentleman, sometimes there just isn't time.

"I started last night after you fell asleep. I've been playing with my pussy off and on for almost six hours," She said as I soaped and massaged her beautiful firm boobs. No husband should ever tell his wife that her boobs are too small, so I was happy when she decided on her own to get the plastic surgery. Every time I saw them I thought to myself, these are every teenage boy's wetdream.

"Ok, turn around and bend over," I commanded pushing her in a way to hasten her movement into position. She did as I commanded and with one thrust I was completely inside her. She gasped as the tip of my cock hit her cervix. I reached around and continued to massage her ample breasts as she moaned. I enjoyed the feeling of my cock being completely enveloped. The muscles of her pussy constricting in an attempt to keep me from withdrawing, only to be thrust into again causing those same muscles to retreat. 

Megan began rubbing her clit, occasionally massaging my balls. I felt her body tense and experience taught me that I'd better hold her around her waist or she might slip and fall in the shower. I could hold it no longer and thrust one final time spewing my cum deep inside her. Feeling the warmth of my cum, she let out a muffled "Oh fuckin' gawd holy shit" and began to cum. I couldn't help but laugh as she started slipping around the shower as her orgasm overtook her body, her knees buckling. I pulled my cock out with the sound of a plop. I gently lowered her to the floor of the shower where she could sit and enjoy the waves of her orgasms. I stood in front of the shower head to keep it from hitting her in the face.

When she finally smiled at me with a look of satisfaction, I handed her the tiny bar of soap. "I think your pussy made a mess on my cock. Don't you think you should clean it up?" I mocked sternness.

"We need to conserve this tiny bar of soap. I think my mouth should clean it up, don't you?" She said, opening her mouth wide. As Megan took my semi-hard cock into her mouth, she played with my balls. Soon, I was hard again. Now my knees were beginning to buckle so a sat on the edge of the tub, legs spread apart. I held the back of Megan's head and her mouth swallowed me completely. It took a while since I had already shot one load into a Megan's pussy, but within a couple of minutes I shot what little bit I had left into her mouth.

"Worth the wait?" She smiled and winked.

I didn't reply vocally, instead I showed her. I kissed her deeply tasting my own cum as I sucked on her tongue. By now, water from the shower was going everywhere. We hadn't noticed. "Now I have to finish my shower. Can you clean up that water sweetie?" she said pulling back the shower curtain. How could I refuse the love of my life, I thought to myself.

After drying off and putting my robe back on, I quietly entered the room. To my surprise, Lexi was awake watching cartoons. She was snacking on a cookie leftover from the night before. I crawled back into bed, completely satisfied and drifted off to sleep. Before I knew it, Megan was asking me if I wanted to get up. It was a rhetorical question, I knew full well. "What time is it?" I asked.

"Almost 7. And Lexi said she's hungry." Like that's a big surprise, Megan rolled her eyes so that Lexi couldn't see her. I got up, went to the bathroom and threw on some clothes. Being a guy, it only took me five minutes. I didn't bother to shave. As we walked out the door of the motel room, Lexi looked up at me and asked if I was still wanting grapefruit like I did the night before. Megan and I laughed. "Probably not," I told her.

After a satisfying breakfast, we went to meet the real estate agent I spoke to on the phone. We made all of the necessary introductions. Because the property we were going to look at was over 40 mountainous miles outside of town, the agent was lazy and just gave us the key. If you aren't back by 4, I'll send someone up to look for you. That caused Megan to look at me, eyes squinting in disbelief that we would be going so far into the wilderness that the need to dispatch a search party was a real possibility.



Chapter 3. 

We unlocked the gate at, what we assumed, was the end of the road. Instead, it was the beginning of a mile long driveway up the side of a mountain. The real estate agent in town told us the structure was on the mild side of the mountain, meaning it was shielded from the harsh winter winds.

It looked like an old house and Megan laughed asking if we were going to change the name to "Green Acres." Reminiscent of the 70's sitcom about a big city couple who move into a run down, falling down farmhouse. I couldn't help but laugh. We jumped out of the truck and were amazed at how clean and crisp the air felt. The view from there was breath-taking. My research prior to arriving told me that we were approximately 6,500 feet in elevation. I would guess we could see 100 miles.

The "house" was a converted barn; although there was no evidence of any other structures ever being located on the site. The website said it was 40 feet x 60 feet in length with a loft on one end. Although very rustic, the massive frame and timber construction created an openness of the area had a lot of appeal. A place where family members could communicate without going room to room looking for each other. The floors were laid used brick. Very esthetically appealing.

Running from here to there, Lexi was exploring every inch of the house. As she started to climb the steps to the loft Megan shouted, "STOP!" Startling both Lexi and me. "Let Daddy make sure those steps and loft are safe," she added more calmly. As I looked them over, they appeared to be newly constructed from old material. I deemed them perfectly safe, and we all proceeded to the top.

I asked Lexi if she would like that to be her new bedroom. Overlooking the rest of the house, it's romantic appearance would enchant child and adult alike. It ran the width of the house and was about 20 feet across. She squealed at the prospect telling us where she would put her bed, and.... Just then she stopped in mid-sentence. "Where's the closet?" She asked in naively.

"There isn't one. I'll have to put up a bar for you to hang your cloths on," I told her. 

"Cool. Then I don't have to mess with doors anymore," she smiled smugly with her hands on her hips.

"Where's the bathroom?" Megan asked, looking around.

"Well, maybe behind that door," I offered in suggestion. It was the only other door in the structure. The bathroom was small, but appeared to have the basic necessities, water and a flushing toilet. A claw foot bathtub sat on raised platform on one side.

The house was filled with building materials. Ceramic tile, drywall, paint and in the corner were a set of the Architectural blueprints. The plans had the seller's name on them. A name recognizable by anyone who had turned on a television in the last 20 years. They were very fancy, but it made me wonder why you would take a rustic house like this and try to turn it into a "silk purse." Why not just appreciate it for the beauty it holds within.

There was an old rock fireplace in the middle of the room and nearby was a very old black cast iron cooking stove. There were several small old wood tables scattered about. Sitting on one was an old CB radio and Shortwave Radio. They were plugged into an electric socket, so I walked around the outside of the house and located a small enclosed area with an electric generator. About 100 feet away was a propane tank. An old windmill turned slowly in the breeze. It supplied the well and 2000 gallon storage tank with pressure tank.

On the way back into town we discussed our options. Of course, Lexi was 100% behind the adventure. "It's so cool" were her exact words. Megan repeated her previous concerns. Mainly the logistics of it all. Once again, I reassured her that it would all work out and only the details needed to be worked out. When we got to the real estate office at 3:45 the agent seemed relieved that we made it back.

"So, what did you think?" He asked.

"Very nice. We have some concerns about the septic, well and generator, but I'm sure that can all be worked out. Let's write an offer. Do you mind if I borrow these blueprints? I will make copies when I get home and mail these back to you. I want to see what the seller intended to do to the place."

"No problem. I'm sure they have copies. So what would you like to offer?" He seemed very happy to be writing an offer.

After a few minutes of studying the plans I came to understand why they were finishing the home so much. It had to do with energy conservation. There was a need to insulate against the extreme cold, as well as install solar panels for electricity. Until that work was completed, there would be plenty of hardwood burning in the fireplace and cast iron stove. Thankfully, there was more than an adequate supply of cut wood in a storage shed on the property.

After reviewing the plans in more detail, I made a major decision to wrap the outside of the house with insulation, thus keeping the rustic look on the interior. I didn't really care what the exterior of the home looked like as long as we attained our objective of energy conservation.



Chapter 4. 

Within a few weeks we were living in the middle of nowhere, or should I say, 40 miles outside of the middle of nowhere. I found the perfect place for my favorite chair. Next to the chair were the CB and Shortwave Radios. The stove was about five feet to the right of my chair, and near the loft where Lexi's room was set up, and even closer to where Megan and I placed our bed. This would supply sufficient heat during the upcoming winter season. Megan set her quilting and crafting area behind my chair so that she wasn't as close to the stove, but closer to our bed.




Shhhh, Mommy Will Hear You Pt. 02



Chapter 7.

Another crow of the Rooster meant another day. Expecting to find Lexi next to me, I turned and then remembered taking her to her bed after last evening's incestuous hedonistic activities. Was it a dream? Finding Lexi's panties next to my pillow, as well as the dry flaky white substance on them, was enough evidence it really happened.

I drug myself out of bed and went to put on a pot of coffee. I had to admit to myself I enjoyed last evening. I didn't like being lied to by my wife, what husband would. Forget whether she's your daughter or not, what near-middle age man wouldn't love being seduced by an nubile and naive young woman. Regardless, I didn't see how anything could go back to the way it was. All that was left was to ask for forgiveness by our Father Almighty. I decided more than coffee, I needed to clear my head, so I started my chores.

One thing about living in such isolation, with the need to provide all of your essential living necessities, time does go by very quickly. Such was the case when Megan came out to bring me a glass of iced tea. "Is it 10 already?" It was a rhetorical question.

She replied with an unenthusiastic, "Uh huh."

We both sat in silence as I drank my refreshing beverage. I wanted to speak, but didn't know what to say. Was there a chance Megan was regretful? Did she hate me? I was wrong in abusing Lexi by fondling her nipples that night, but if I had been a real man..... real father, I would have "manned up" when Lexi started "blackmailing" last night. If I had stood up immediately and confessed my sins at that moment, maybe everything would be different. Did I subconsciously want to fuck my own daughter? Was I hoping she would have woke up that night and encouraged my abuse? So many thoughts, but no answers.

"I'm sorry," Megan offered. 

"I'm sorry too," I reached out to hug Megan, but her body stiffened. "Do you still love me?" I asked sincerely. 

"I do, but I don't know how you can still love me," she began to cry. 

This time she allowed me to comfort her. "It's alright sweetie. I know it's what Lexi wanted last night. The question is does she regret it?" I pushed Megan back just enough so I could look her straight in the eyes for her response.

"She doesn't John. You should see her this morning. She is dancing around like she was a kid telling me how happy she is." She sobbed. 

"Then are you having regrets sweetie?" I offered. 

"NO, not at all!" Pulling her head away from my chest. "I just feel like I totally betrayed your trust in me, not to mention Lexi."

"We have betrayed each other Megan. The question is do we forgive one another?" 

"I do John. Can you forgive me?" 

"Absolutely. Now what?" Looking to Megan for direction. 

"I think the next thing to do is sit with Lexi and discuss expectations. I can tell you that in the last couple of years we both noticed her becoming quiet, somewhat melancholy. Today she is acting so full of life. I asked her what she thought about what happened last night. She told me it was the first time in many nights that she didn't cry herself to sleep." 

My heart sank. Who's wouldn't. So often, as parents, we do what we think is in the best interest of our children. Most young people spend puberty experimenting with the opposite sex. Flirting, teasing and even making out. Girls talking about which boys might like them. Boys...... Well, we all know what teenage boys are thinking. Lexi experienced none of this. Her mind thought of the opposite sex, but her life involved only one, her Father. 

Megan reached out for my hand, which I gave to her with pleasure. We walked toward the house confident that whatever had happened, could be fixed. As we opened the door I was knocked off my feet, both figuratively and literally. Lexi ran up to me, jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and started kissing my neck and cheeks. "I love you Daddy." 

"I love you too Lexi. Why are you so happy?" I asked, expecting her to reject my question. 

"I'm a woman now!" She beamed. "I'm ready for you Daddy," she continued. 

So much had happened in the last 24 + hours that I had no idea what she was talking about. "Ready for what Lexi?" 

"Remember you said last night that I could trim your hair.... down there...." she pointed. 

"I boiled some water and have the scissors and lotion ready. I put blankets on the library table and got your pillow. It should be really soft for you Daddy. I'm all ready." 

I looked at Megan and she just shrugged her shoulders. "Umm, Lex, I think we all need to talk," I said. 

"Ok Dad. What do you want to talk about?" 

"Mom and I are concerned. It's normal, as an adult woman, to need the attention of a man. You know that doesn't mean your father, don't you? 

"Yes, I do, but I don't want another man." Lexi began to cry. "I love you Daddy. I always have and always will. I have tried to get you to notice that I was a woman, but you never noticed. That is why I always cried at night. It wasn't because I wanted a man. It was because I wanted YOU!" 

"I'm touched Lexi. I really am. I just don't know why you consider me to be the man you want. I think its because I'm the only man you know? 

"No Daddy. I have read......" she paused, realizing she almost admitted to reading her mother's romance novels, which Megan and I already knew she was doing. ".... I know that there are a lot of boys out there that I might like, but a while back I asked Mom why she was so happy all of the time, when I was so sad. She told me it was because of you. When I asked her what she meant, she blushed. It was like I did when.... ummmm..... Reading certain books.... I knew that she meant with sex." 

"So Mom said I made her happy?" Now I was felling boastful. "I'm glad I make Mom happy. She makes me happy too. " I didn't really know where to go with this conversation. I suppose we should have thought it out more before beginning that discussion. "So what are you saying Lexi?" I decided to toss the ball back into her court. 

"I am happy that I get to experience everything with you and Mom. It's like you have always treated me as equal to you guys. The only thing I wasn't sharing was.... having umm sex. Then one day I was reading an old book that you and Mom have in our library. It was about polygamy, where a man marries more than one wife. Sometimes he marries girls who are sisters. One story was about a man who married a woman and then later her daughter. So I started thinking, you could marry me too. Then we'd be sharing everything." She said, smiling sheepishly. 

I have to say I was ready for a lot of things, but not the semi-logic she presented. She was right. We didn't keep any secrets from Lexi, other than, to the best of our ability, our sex lives. I guess when you live in such close quarters with someone, you can't keep such a thing completely secret. I will say that I believe what she had actually witnessed was our flirting and loving gestures with each other.

"So, are you ready for me to shave you Daddy?" Lexi broke the uneasy silence.

I looked at Megan again. She was trying her hardest not to laugh. I think she took joy in seeing me stumped in an argument. Finally, behind Lexi's back so she couldn't see, Megan stuck her tongue out at me. I decided I was probably going to hell anyway, so why not. "I have to take a shower first Lexi, I'm all sweaty."

"Can I take it with you?" She asked in an excited voice. "We can wash each other's back." 

"Yea, wash each other's....... back," I motioned with my hand for her to follow me. 

Soon Lexi was right next to me. She took my hand and we continued into the bathroom. Lexi was wearing a white pajama top with little red hearts and snaps in the front. Her panties matched. Even though we had already fucked and stuff, I still felt awkward. It must have shown. 

As she reached behind her and pulled the rubber band from her hair, she began to shake her head from right to left to get it completely undone. She looked at me with her deep blue eyes and said, "Just do to me what you do to Mommy." 

That was all the encouragement I needed. Gently, but with force, I pushed her back against the wall and started kissing her passionately. Since she had never kissed like this before, she was innocently adorable as she opened her mouth like she was a baby bird waiting to be fed. I pulled back and told her just to kiss my lips, which she did. Then I told her to gently bite my lower lip. She giggled and then did it. Then I instructed her to lick my lips with her sweet innocent tongue. By now I was as hard as a rock, but my cock was still confined in my work clothes. Nevertheless, I pushed my hardness into her belly. Then I told her to put her tongue into my mouth and lick all around. By now, her passion was building and there were no more giggles. My tongue danced with my daughter's. I sucked on her tongue which caught her by surprise and she gasped. I pulled the upper half of my torso away from her so that I could remove her top. Snap.. snap..snap.. snap.. snap... She jumped with surprise as I ripped open her pajama top exposing her young female flesh. 

"Oh Daddy" she gasped. Until that moment, I had only fondled Lexi's boobies. Now I sucked on one of her nipples for the first time. Her boobs were so tiny and skin so white compared to Megan, but that made it even that much more erotic. Her pink buds became erect. I pulled down her panties as I sucked on her nipples.

Then I knelt in front of her and spread her legs. She had shaved herself pure. I placed one and then the other on my shoulders, using my hands on her butt cheeks to support her weight. I slowly pushed her body up and over using the wall to support her back. Taking a hold of the towel bar attached to the wall, I then supported the rest of her tiny body in my strong arms. It looked like her body was laying in a human hammock. I began to savor the scent and flavor of her once again. All Lexi could do is moan and groan, her eyes rolling back in her head as it moved from right to left. Her body experiencing total pleasure as it approached certain ecstasy. Her juices dripped down my chin. As she started to convulse into orgasm, I was concerned she might fall out of my arms, so I gently lay her on the floor of the bathroom. 

"Oh gawd Daddy.....(gasp) Oh gawd Daddy....(gasp) Oh gawd Daddy.... (gasp)," was all she was able to utter between inhaling air. She drew her legs to her chest as wave after wave of spasm swept through her body causing her stomach muscles to contract. I lay on the floor next to her, holding her as her body calmed. "Oh Daddy, that was amazing... awesome.... Oh Daddy," she began to cry.

"What's the matter sweetheart?" I held her tighter. I still kept expecting her to regret our actions.

"Oh Daddy, I want to make you feel as good as you do me." she continued to sob. 

"Sweetheart, you do. Believe me that you do. More than you will ever know." 

After a few more muffled sobs, she looked up at me and smiled. I placed my hand behind her head and leaned toward her. Once again, we began kissing passionately as I ran my other hand over every inch of her supple flesh. I looked up over Lexi's head. After all we had experience the last day or so, we had no need to close the bathroom door. Megan looked at me from the living room and smiled. I pulled away from Lexi enough to throw her a kiss. Then I picked Lexi's nude body up off of the floor and placed her gently into the empty bathtub. 

"Now you have to take your clothes off Daddy, or they get all wet," she giggled. 

"Do you want to take off my pants?" I asked. I had long ago kicked off my shoes and socks. 

"YEA!" She said as she reached for the button on my jeans. I sucked in my gut enough to allow them to undo with ease. Then she pulled down my zipper, but with my hardened cock, it was tight. Kneeling in the bathtub, her tiny boobies with still erect buds, bounced as she moved, she pulled them down to my knees and gravity caused them to fall to my ankles. She rubbed my cock through my boxer shorts. "Does Daddy want his babygirl to take off his underwear?" She teased. 

"I think we both want you to do that," we both chuckled. 

Before pulling them down, she reached in the fly and played around, massaging my cock and balls. "Oh my goodness, what have we here?" She looked so subservient on her knees like that, looking into my eyes as she smiled; although I was keenly aware who was enslaved in this entire escapade. Finally she pulled them the rest of the off. I kicked both completely off without causing her to let go of my cock. Her mouth began to lick the tiny slit on the tip. 

I had completely forgotten about Megan until I felt her come up behind me. I suspected she was totally nude and I was right. "It looks like Lexi could use some help." That was when she reached around and ripped my shirt off, buttons flew everywhere. "Oh my, looks like Mommy has some sewing to do, doesn't it?" She laughed. 

Megan removed my shirt as Lexi continued trying to suck in as much of my cock as she could. I twisted my upper torso so that I could kiss Megan. She met me half way and stuck her tongue as deep in my throat as it could go. I started squeezing her tits as she massaged my ass cheeks with both hands. All of this was having a serious effect on my balance as my body reached fever pitch in it's journey to orgasm. Lexi pulled my cock out of her mouth long enough to ask if I was going to cum in her mouth this time. "I will if you put it back in your mouth," I grunted

As she put it back in, and squeezed my balls one last time, I shot load after load into Lexi's tiny mouth. She didn't gag or spit it out, instead she continued to milk my cock until every last drop had been consumed. My knees began to buckle and Megan did her best to hold me up. I slid to the floor totally spent. Face to face with Lexi, I pulled Megan down so that she was level with us. We all started kissing one another. For the first time that I knew of, Megan and Lexi kissed, as if they were sharing my cum between them.

"Daddy, are we going to take a shower?" 

"We have one last thing to take care of. I reminded Lexi that Mommy hadn't been satisfied yet.

"Can I do it Mommy? I really want to."

"It's only fair," I told Megan. She blushed and said she'd never done it with another woman although she had always been curious. "Well, now's your chance. I can tell you Lexi has a natural talent Mommy," to which Lexi only smiled.

"Please Mom, can I?" 

"I guess, but not on this hard floor," Megan laughed as she stood up, "We can go to my bed while Daddy takes his shower, but first I have to pee." Lexi and I stood there for a minute as though it were necessary to watch Megan pee. "I can do this by myself," Megan chuckled.

"Ok, I'll be in your bed waiting." Lexi said. I think almost absentmindedly Lexi stood there squeezing her breasts, almost massaging them. Then she skipped out the door, I loved watching her boobies bouncing up and down.

I didn't want to miss a minute of Lexi and her Mom, so I quickly turned on the shower while Megan finished using the toilet. I don't think I ever took such a quick shower. I didn't even bother drying off in the bathroom. I could do that as I watched the show which was already in progress.

Megan had brought out her toys. They were looking at them when I appeared. "I was showing Lexi the toys she could play with if we are both busy and she needs something hard in her pussy, plus we thought you'd want to witness our first time together, so we waited for you," Megan winked at me and motioned for me to join them on the bed. 

"You don't mind if I jerk off while I watch you, do you?" I knew I didn't have to ask, but always the gentleman.

Megan lay back on several pillows. She place a couple under her ass also, to raise her pussy up and give Lexi easier access. Then she closed her eyes. Lexi looked over at me with a Cheshire grin as she lowered her face between her Mommy's legs. Once again I admired Megan's muscular legs. Not an ounce of fat, just toned smooth skin. The contrast between Lexi's blond features and the dark ones of her mother were a sight to behold.

I could hear the noises of Lexi's tongue in action. I turned myself so that I was in a 69 position to better view Megan's pussy. It was actually more beautiful and sensual than sexual. A child pleasuring the one who gave them life, in the most loving and intimate way.

I could tell from the expression on her face that Megan was in heaven. Her eyes remained closed as she pinched her nipples and massaged her breasts. Small little gasps escaped her lips. I looked over and could see Lexi's pussy lips exposed between her legs. They looked like a small pink butterfly sitting on the crevasse of a peach, just the smallest hint at fuzz. Just then I shot my load into the air and stream after stream landed on my stomach.

I didn't realize it, but at that exact moment Megan had opened her eyes, noticed me looking between Lexi's legs, staring at our daughter's bare pussy, then she witnessed my eruption. That was enough to throw her over the edge and she started pulling Lexi's head into her pussy mound as though she were trying to get her back into her womb.

"Oh gawd sweet Lexi.... Ummmmmmm. Oh geeeeze sweet geeeeze. Pleeeze stop!" Then she started pushing Lexi's head away which confused and seemed to upset her.

"Is Mommy mad at me? Did I do it wrong?" she asked, her eyes as wide as silver dollars.

"It's ok sweetie, Mommy is just really sensitive after her orgasm. Go up to her and kiss her and suck on her breasts. She likes that." Lexi went to lay on Megan's left side, as I joined them her on Megan's right. We each started sucking on one of her breasts which she like immensely. Soon we had all drifted off to sleep. All nude and sexually satisfied.

Chapter 8. 

After a nice nap, we slowly came back to the reality that there were a few chores still left to be done. Lexi was the first to wake up and whispered to me, "Daddy, I want to shave you now. Is that ok?" I was still a bit groggy, so the idea of being able to lay around a while longer while Lexi worked on my hairiness sounded inviting. 

"Do I need to get dressed Daddy?" 

"I don't think you have to. It's up to you. Where do you want me to go?" 

"Over by the library. It's where I set up the table for you. I need to reheat the water." Lexi walked past me and stopped after a few steps. She looked back to make sure I was looking at her, and then she leaned over and shook her ass suggestively at me. I moved really quickly so I could spank her tiny little butt. "DADDY!" She exclaimed in mock surprise. 

"Daddy, remember last month I went into the woods alone after you told me never to go there without you? I was chasing our puppy Maxie. When you screamed at me to come back." 

"Yea, Lexi. I remember. I think that was the only time I remember being seriously angry with you. Not because you disobeyed, but because of how naive I realized you were, and danger you could get yourself into. My heart skipped a beat when I realized you had disappeared." 

"But Daddy, it wasn't like I was a child. I was within a few weeks of being an adult. I remember you spanking me after that. I never told you, but that didn't hurt and ummm, it actually kinda made me tingle. I almost made sure I got into more trouble so you would find other reasons to spank me."

The things I was learning about my daughter were overwhelmingly erotic to say the least. 

"Ok Daddy, you can get up on the table. I put a lot of blankets on it so it wouldn't be so hard. I put a pillow up there for you."

This was a new experience for sure. I had thought of shaving myself in the past; however, I could never convince Megan. She said she liked the hairy look of a male. She didn't object to Lexi doing this to me, so I have to assume she didn't want to spoil her innocent exploration. 




Shhhh, Mommy Will Hear You Pt. 03



Chapter 9. 

I turned on the shower and looked down at my cock and balls for the first time since Lexi shaved me. Strange how it looked so much larger now. I guess that's one reason guys liked to do it. Impress the women, I laughed to myself.

The water was warm and felt good as I lathered up my body, area by area. Working long and hard on this homestead had it's affect on my muscle tone. I'm not one to stare in the mirror and flex my arms, but discovering that such a young woman found me sexually desirable caused me to flex them with pride.

Normally I would take this opportunity for a little self indulgence; however, that was no longer necessary. A simple call out loud to Megan or Lexi would create a stampede to satisfy my every need. Hands down, I was the luckiest guy in the world. I did an obligatory massage of my tool as I rinsed off my body. Wondering if I were right about whether a stampede would ensue, I opened the door and yelled out into the living room. "Does anyone want to dry me off?" Within seconds Megan and Lexi were both by my side smiling. Realizing how lucky I was, my cock reacted and stood erect. I handed each of them a towel and stood still as my body was dried from head to toe, with an extra bit of time spent on my middle.

"Dinner is ready. As hard as this may be for some of us, please put on some clothes." Megan said as she snapped her towel toward me. Lexi laughed and then jump in surprise when I swatted her butt teasingly.

I put on boxers and Megan a satin robe. Lexi put on one of my t-shirts, but no panties. As always, dinner was wonderful. We tried to talk about other things, but every conversation came back to the new favorite pass-time in our family. Hedonistic sex. It was all pretty normal until Lexi mentioned that except for the night I took her virginity, I hadn't actually had intercourse with her.

"Daddy, do you ever want to cum in my pussy like most men and women do?"

I looked over at Megan and she simply shrugged her shoulders. "Umm, Lexi, I'm sure you know what could happen if we did that, don't you?"

"I could get pregnant. Yea Daddy, I know. Don't you want more babies?"

If you had asked me a few days ago if I ever thought of fucking, let alone getting my little girl pregnant, you probably wouldn't have lived long enough to hear my answer. That was simply repulsive in all of it's implications. Now I no longer had any basis for bearing. What was right, what was wrong. Up or Down? I no longer knew. 

"Lexi, you know how many boundaries we have crossed and that it's wrong, don't you?" In spite of everything that was going on, I felt it was important to keep Lexi's moral compass straight. I never wanted her to think what we were doing was acceptable, either by society, or legally. I hoped she understood. I looked over toward Megan hoping for her to jump in, but she sat back in her chair and had a smug grin on her face. Dang, that woman had the most manipulative personality I had ever met. 

"Yes, Lexi. You could get pregnant. I don't think you want that, do you?" I asked rhetorically. 

"Actually Daddy, I do. I have thought about babies for a long time. I mean for many years. I just figured since I didn't know any boys, it would never happen. I think that's what made me the saddest. Babies are so cute, don't you think so Daddy?" 

"Yes, I do Lexi. Mommy and I tried for a long time to have another baby. You would have had a brother or sister. It just didn't happen, so we accepted it." 

"Well, now maybe it can happen if I have a baby." Lexi smiled at me like she was offering the greatest gift possible. I wasn't sure what to say at this point. I didn't want to destroy her enthusiasm completely, but obviously, this whole thing had gotten completely out of hand. 

"Lexi, you know how much I love you. I just think at 18 years old; and...... well, you are a bit naive about the ways of the world. I think if you were to have a baby at this age, it might be something you will regret in the future." 

Lexi looked at me with puppy dog eyes, slowly lowering her head in rejection. This was a perfect example of opening of Pandora's Box. It started when I failed to stand firm against the idea that Lexi be allowed to "cuddle" with Megan and I in our bed. That lead to my molestation of her virgin breasts and so on. Maybe this was God's way of punishing me also. He knows how I would do anything to make Megan and Lexi happy, even when it conflicted with my own happiness. Was this His way of letting me know that sometimes it's best to "just say 'No?'" 

Finally Lexi looked up, but not at me, her Mother. "Mommy, I liked the feeling of having Daddy's thing inside of me. Please can't we do that?" 

Megan had no choice but to respond. Her smug look disappeared. She suggested that if Lexi stopped talking about having a baby, Daddy might be more willing to fuck her. That caused Lexi to giggle, "I like the word fuuuuuck" she said emphasizing the first syllable. 

Lexi climbed up into my lap and placing her mouth only an inch from mine asked, "Daddy, will you fuuuuuuck me if I stop talking about babies?" When she said the word "fuck" as she did, it caused her to breath into my mouth in the most sensual way you could possibly imagine. She then stuck her tongue out slightly and shifted it back and forth a few times as she moistened her lips. Then she leaned closer to me and licked my slightly parted dry lips with her tongue. It was too much. My cock was straining against the thin material of my boxers into her bare butt cheeks. I lifted Lexi into my arms and carried her up the stairs to her bed. The look of lust overtook her face as though she were close to ecstasy. 

I sat Lexi on her bed and pulled my t-shirt over her head. Without being told, she lay back on the bed. I removed my boxers and my hard cock jerked when freed. Almost instinctively, Lexi reached over with her right hand and took a hold of her stuffed teddy bear. She pulled it to her chest, at the same time she covered her smooth pussy with her left hand as if expecting to protect herself from what was about to happen. Her eyes never broke focus with mine. They were glazed over from lust and she slightly bit her bottom lip letting me know she was playing a coy game with me. As her left hand remained covering her pussy, she slightly spread her legs enough to let me know she wasn't as innocent as she was pretending to be. 

I walked over to the foot of her bed and climbed on it in a kneeling position above her. My cock stood proud in front of me. I could smell the essence of her womanly odor as I spread her legs even further apart. I decided to see if I could get her to roleplay with me. Lexi had proven to be a very intelligent girl with an active imagination. 

"Lexi, you know you have been a bad girl walking around the house in my t-shirt and without panties. I think you were trying to seduce your father, weren't you? 

Cupping both her teddy and pussy tighter, her words, "NO DADDY! I'm sorry. Please forgive me. Please don't do this!" The serious look on her face frightened me for one split second. I had an almost a near death experience as I thought about what we had already done together. Had she changed her mind? 

I realized how much fun I was going to have from now on when her teary eyes and expression were quickly replaced with the seductress in her. Something I had discovered mere days ago. She looked down at her pussy, causing my eyes to follow. She used the middle finger of her left hand, and inserted it into her moistness.

"I don't think you are really sorry Lexi, are you? You are a woman now and I know you must have the needs of a sexual being. Do you feel the need to have something shoved deep within your virgin pussy? Do you Lexi?"

"No Daddy, I don't. I'm really a good girl Daddy. You know I'm a good girl, don't you?" 

"Yes, you are a good girl. You are also a sexy woman Lexi," I reached down to pull her hand away from her pussy. S he held it firmly to her body. 

"Oh Daddy please don't do this. I'm your babygirl, remember? You're scaring me Daddy." 

"Yes, you are my babygirl, but you've grown up so much. Look at your boobies. See how hard your pink little nipple is? That means even though you think you don't want this to happen, your body does. Your body needs to be satisfied as a woman. Let Daddy look at your pussy babygirl." I reached down again to pull her hand away to no avail. Again, I wondered if she was playing with me. If so, she could have won an award for Best Actress. 

"Now sweetie, you know you must obey Daddy, don't you? 

Lexi nodded, but with her lips forming a pout as if ready to cry. 

"You know Daddy won't hurt you, but see how hard Daddy's cock is? That is because of the way you walk around the house without panties. When you reach up to get a book on a high shelf, or bend over in front of Daddy pretending to pick something up off the floor, you are showing off your tight little pussy. You do that because you know Daddy gets turned on." I lightly stroked my hairless cock and balls that Lexi had shaved earlier that day. "You know you are being naughty when you tease Daddy like that, don't you? 

"I didn't mean to tease you Daddy. I just don't like wearing panties anymore." Lexi did her best to keep from breaking into a giggle. 

"It's ok Lexi if you don't want to wear panties anymore. I don't mind, but you know there is a price to pay. When you get Daddy hard because of your actions, it's your obligation to take care of his male urges?" Now I was smiling at this silly dialog.

"What are male urges Daddy?" Lexi no longer tried to suppress her grin. 

I could tell her resistance was down, so before she could continue her coy game. Never breaking eye contact with her, I reached down and pulled her hand away from her pussy. That was all it took. Lexi started laughing telling me I wasn't playing fair and that I tricked her. Laughing harder, she rolled into the fetal position pretending to protect her virtue as I fell on top of her tickling her to make her laugh harder. I realized my hard cock had wedged itself between Lexi's slender legs. That gave me the inspiration and I pulled back far enough to dislodge it, but still maintaining control of lexi by tickling, and my strength. I slowly pushed Lexi's leg directly beneath me toward her chest. This exposed her tight little pussy just as I had hoped. I placed the tip of my cock between her pussy lips which caused her to jump and try to wiggle free, but with my strength, I kept her in place while the rest of my cock eventually found its way deep into her moist pussy.

"You said you wanted to try all of the Kamasutra positions, didn't you babygirl? Well this is a very good one to get started with.

"Oh Daddy, that feels so deep. Fuuuuck Meeeeeee. Please go slow so I can enjoy it a long time." Lexi said, panting. I started squeezing her nipples, as I continued to thrust slowly enjoying my own pleasure. 

I wasn't sure how long I could hold out. Spending the last 20 minutes with her teasing and taunting me. Her nubile body splayed before me knowing how much she wanted to be fucked. Now her tight pussy was contracting against my cock as though it wanted to milk it of my sperm. My baby making sperm. I looked down at Lexi. Her innocence and longing to please me. Her long blond hair, fair smooth skin. I wondered how I could refuse her anything, even that of having my baby.

"Oh gawd Daddy, this feels awesome." Lexi began to meet my thrusts. 

"Lexi, I want you to rub your tiny clitty for me, ok? It will help you cum faster." 

"Ok Daddy." 

It didn't take much stimulation of her clit to send her exploding into orgasm which, of course, set mine off also. Shot after shot of my cum was deposited into Lexi's body as she thrashed about unabated for several seconds. I remained hard inside of her as I watched in wonderment knowing I gave her such pleasure. The mere thought that the seed I dumped into her womb could result in my baby having my baby kept me erect. 

I decided to see how long I could keep her orgasms going, and whether I was still man enough to make another deposit so soon after my last. Thrust after thrust. "Oh gawd, stop Daddy..... Please don't stop..... Oh fuuuuck me. Don't... Please stop." She was out of her mind at the moment, unsure of whether she wanted me to stop. The pain... the pleasure swept over her again and again. For the first time, I became aware of the squeaking of the bed frame. It caused me to remember there was a time when we had to mask such noises in this household. That was no longer the case. Those noises now meant pleasure was being experienced in complete openness. 

I looked down at Lexi and she was completely spent. Her eyes were closed and she lay there silent in a pool of sweet. I knew she wouldn't be experiencing any more orgasms, but I was determined to finish the job I started. Without withdrawing, I pulled her leg over so that she was now on her back. She would be more comfortable while accommodating my continued use of her sweet body. We were now in missionary position. The friction caused by her tight pussy was minimized by now, totally soaked with our juices. I slowed my pace I could easily slide in and out of her. Lexi looked up at me, "I love you Daddy." She then closed her eyes. I think she was thinking out loud, or maybe I imagined it, in barely a whisper she said, "I want a baby." That statement, or the idea that she might have made that statement was enough to send what little cum I had left to be deposited where it might actually accomplish that goal. I collapsed on top of her, then rolled to her side, falling asleep next to Lexi.

Chapter 10. 

"Wow, that young tight pussy sure has given you stamina."

Megan's words caused me to jump. I must have fallen into a deep sleep because my gut instinct was to be defensive, "It's not what it looks like," I said trying to cover my nude body with the bedspread covering Lexi's bed, as though I had forgotten that Megan knew I was fucking our daughter. I finally became alert enough to realize everything was alright. I laughed, "Yea, I guess so," I said looking over at Megan who was laying on the other side of Lexi's body. 

"She is so beautiful, isn't she John?" 

"Inside and out," I smiled at Megan. "She is as sweet and giving as you sweetheart. I feel selfish keeping her to ourselves. Not only because she would make someone else a wonderful partner, but because she could attract a wonderful partner exclusively for herself." 

"You know John, I've been giving this a lot of thought these past few weeks, even before Lexi brought up how lonely she was. The world out there generally sucks. I know this sounds very bizarre considering what has been going on under this roof, but the majority of people out in the world lack any sort of moral compass or values. How many men would gladly fuck Lexi and not feel any guilt about breaking her heart? I have to say, most of them. I know we could all end up in jail if we were ever discovered, but barring that, I know you would give your life for Lexi and me. When you consider that truth, how can this be so wrong? Because society says it is? How often in human history has 'society' been wrong? Remember debtor's prison, slavery, gay relationships?" 

"Yea, I know," I said before being interrupted by Lexi who had turned on her side facing her Mother. 

"Mom, am I gay because I like pussy too? I mean I've played with yours and liked it, so I guess that means I like pussy." 

"Which do you like more? Daddy's cock or my pussy?" Megan asked sounding so clinical. 

Reaching behind her, Lexi massaged my limp cock, "I like this best!" 

I know it is totally perverted to think what I was, but then again, wasn't all of this. It made me feel boastful that this sweet girl loved receiving sexual pleasure from me. 

"Then we could say you were bisexual with a preference for men." Megan smiled. 

Lexi smiled back at her Mom. "All of my muscles are sore. Can you and Daddy give me a massage?" Lexi asked. Not waiting for an answer, she rolled on to her stomach. Immediately I slapped her naked butt. "I think Daddy likes my butt Mommy." 

"I can understand why Lexi," Megan said, smiling at me. "You start with her feet Daddy, I'll rub her neck and shoulders."

"Lexi, turn sideways on the bed so I can reach your head while Daddy does your feet." Lexi complied without comment until she hit the 'wet spot.'

"Oooo, the bed is wet." Lexi jumped. Megan and I began laughing.

"You might as well get use to that Lexi, it's called the 'wet spot.' It's where you and Daddy made love. It's the juices from your pussy and those of Daddy that have leaked out mixed together." Megan explained. Lexi didn't seem to really care as she found a dry spot and laid back on her stomach.

Although I was reluctant in the beginning, even feeling victimized, I could no longer claim to be innocent in this entire situation. I was totally infatuated with my little girl's body. Her innocence. Her enthusiasm. As I rubbed her feet, I separated her legs nonchalantly. Her pussy was bright pink from all of the excitement of the day. Some of my cum, dried, coating the insides of her thighs. I looked up at Megan and she had been watching me the whole time. She threw me a lover's kiss.

20 - 30 minutes later we had given Lexi a nice massage and tucked her into her own bed. Tonight was for Megan and me. It was spent with a nice shower together. A plate of cheese and bottle of wine. We talked about the future, and made love in front of the fireplace in my chair. We knew we had a perfect life. We just didn't know if we should sacrifice what we had so that Lexi could live a more normal life. Did Lexi really want a "normal" life. She had nothing to compare her life to.



Shhhh! Sister Finds Out



The next morning, I slept in a bit. Getting up an hour later than normal, I was eating breakfast when someone began banging on my door. Of course I was irritated, since it was still early and I was eating.

I answered the door and there was my sister. "Lynn! What are you doing here!?" I said surprised.

Lynn shot back angrily, "Why didn't you call!?"

"Call?" I said puzzled.

"Yes! Call! I left a message last night!"

"It was late and I was tired."

"I bet you were! We gotta talk!" She said as she pushed past me. 

Lynn is my size. She weighs a little less, but still, she's my size. She stormed in and sat on the couch. I walked past her saying, "I'm finishing breakfast."

"Humph!" I heard, followed by heavy footsteps behind me. Lynn sat across from me and stared as I started eating. Something had obviously upset her and I couldn't think of anything I had done. Just as I finished eating, Lynn said, "I want to know what's going on."

"Going on? I don't know what you mean."

"I was at Mom and Dads last night, and the door was bolted."

"So. Maybe they were gone."

"They weren't gone! The house was lit up and your car was there."

The only thing I could think of to say, was, "Did you knock?"

"Of course I knocked!" Lynn said sarcastically.

'Oh Shit! We were caught!' Ran through my mind and I just sat there.

"When no one answered, I went around back. The light was on in their bedroom and I saw something. Something that wasn't right."

"Oh! Like what?"

"There were three shadows on the shade." Lynn studied my face before she continued. "It didn't look right."

"I don't understand. How could shadows not look right?"

"It was ... their positions."

"Positions?" I said questioningly.

"Yes their positions. One looked to be kneeling or something. One was standing. And one was bent over. It looked like they were." Lynn stopped and looked down.

"Were what?" I asked softly.

Lynn looked up and reached across to take my hands. Then said, "Fucking. It looked like they were fucking." Lynn studied my face again. "Tell me Stephen. Were you having sex with Mom and Dad, last night?"

I didn't want to answer. Lynn was upset, kinda. But her voice and the look on her face said she was accepting the idea. I couldn't think of anything other than, "Yes," to say.

Lynn didn't say anything. She softly smiled, pulled me to my feet and led me back to the livingroom. We sat on the couch and she wouldn't let go of my hands. Neither of us spoke for what seemed like eternity, then she softly asked, "How long ... um, how long has this been going on?" I didn't answer and she asked again. "How long have you been having sex with Mom?"

I swallowed and said, "That's hard to answer."

"No it isn't, Stephen! How long have you and Mom been having sex?"

"Really Sis! It's hard to answer. Because, it hasn't always happened, yet it has always happened."

"You're talking in riddles, and that is beginning to fucking iritate me. Will you please, just tell me what is going on and for how long!?"

"Well shit, I might as well tell you everything. It all started when I was ."

"!" Lynn exclaimed. "You've been fucking Mom since you were?!"

"Will you shut-up and let me talk? I told you it was hard to answer."

"OK, OK. I'm sorry. Go ahead."

"Well, when I was , I had these dreams. What I thought were dreams anyway. Until one night, I managed to wake up. It wasn't a dream after all. Mom was sitting on my bed, naked, and sucking me off."

"Wow." Lynn whispered.

"I pretended to be asleep and let it happen. After that, I concentrated on waking up and confronting Mom if it happened again."

"It happened again, and that's when you started having sex with Mom, isn't it?"

"Will you please let me tell it?!"

"I'm sorry. Go on."

"A few nights later, it happened again. I grabbed Mom and wouldn't let her go. Things just happened and we ended up fucking." I paused a minute as Lynn studied my face. "That was it. Nothing happened again. That is nothing except my occasional dreams over he years. And, I'm going to be honest. I continually fantasized about fucking Mom." 

Lynn smiled and squeezed my hands. "Go on."

"Well, I wrote something and a friend helped me get it posted online, recently. When you guys didn't show for last months BBQ, Mom approached me. I found out Mom reads incest stories and had read mine. After reading it, she told Dad everything. They agreed that if I was willing, we could renew the affair. I wanted to since I was sixteen, so things just happened. Now do you see? Mom and I have been doing it for a long time. But, we have only just started."

"But, it was all of you in the bedroom."

"That. Well. That was just something Mom and I did for Dad. It's not what normally happens."

We were both silent for a couple of minutes, with Lynn looking down. 

"Are you going to condemn us and cause trouble? Cause, if you are, you need to think about what you've been doing."

Lynn looked up, wide eyed and put a hand on my leg and said, "Oh No. No, nothing like that. And what do you mean, 'What I've done?'"

"But, I thought you were mad about what you saw. And, well, Mom told us about you sucking Dad off last night."

"Did she now. I guess I'll have to tell you some things. But first, I'm not mad, mad. I'm, jealous mad."

"Jealous mad?"

"Yeah. Jealous because I'm not included."

"Jesus, how much more's gonna happen?"

"More! What are you talking about?"

"Shit Sis, all my life, I thought I was the lone pervert with my thoughts about Mom. Now I have a family full of perverts."

Lynn began rubbing my leg as she spoke. "We're not perverts, Stephen. We're all in agreement and no one is being hurt."

"Yeah, well I've been hit with an awful lot lately."

"Um, well, dear brother, you're going to get hit with a little more. I'm going to tell you about my past. Can you handle it?"

"Yeah, Sure. Go ahead."

"It all began with my girlfriends. We started exploring sexuality with each other. Before you ask, yes we ate each others pussy." We were both smiling at one another. "My friend Carrie, I know you remember her and her huge tits."

Again, we were both smiling, and I said, "Oh yeah, how could anyone forget those monsters."

"Men and their tit fixation!"

"You brought it up."

"OK. Forget it, I'll go on. Anyway, Carrie came up with this illustrated book on oral sex. After we'd all read the book. Carrie got her brother to let us all try cock sucking."

"Let me guess. You were a natural."

"Don't be a smartass! No! But, I really did like it. That night we all took turns sucking Paul's cock. It just so happened that I was sucking on him when he came. At first I choked and spit. But, as the taste stayed in my mouth, I found I liked it. Well, I guess, I started dwelling on it and wanted more. I managed to suck Paul off a couple more times. I wondered if all men's cum tasted the same and decided to find out. It really didn't take much to get old man Wynn, who lived behind us, to let me suck him off."

"Yeah. Mom told us about catching you."

"I'll get to that. He didn't taste the same. But, I decided that I liked it and was going to get all the cum I could."

"Shit Lynn! You're making yourself sound like a cumslut!"

"In a way I am Stephen. I have strong orgasms just sucking a man off. I need to move on so you'll understand it, OK?" 

"OK."

"Mom had several long talks with me and one night she let me in on a secret. That secret was how hard the men in our family sleep. She came and got me one night and took me to her bedroom. She showed me that Daddy could be sucked off and never wake up. Then she let me do it and she told me that whenever I had the desire, to let her know, and I could do Daddy. I had done Daddy several times and one night I decided to try slipping in to do you. Mom caught me and punished me severely with a paddle. She paddled me so hard, I could barely sit down the next day. Mom made it perfectly clear that the arrangement of me doing Daddy was it. You were off limits, period. Now I know why. Mom was doing you. I decided that if I couldn't have you, and I really wanted you, I'd suck off any boy I could."

"That really bothered me Sis. I remember thinking. If you were doing it to me instead of all those others, your reputation wouldn't have been ruined. I even got in a couple of fights over it."

"I know, Stephen." Lynn said sorrowfully. "I'm really sorry about that. And I stopped doing it so much when I found out you fought about it. I felt, you loved me. And I didn't want to hurt you anymore."

"Then why did you do what you did when you were married to Evan? Didn't you love him?"

"Oh my, Evan was more of an infatuation than love. Things were great between us until we got married. Then his thought was, it was OK for him but not me. I rebelled, and started sucking off all his friends. Evan agreed to the divorce as long as I didn't get child support or alimony. That was fine with me, I just wanted out. A couple of years later I met Jim."

"Jim doesn't mind you giving other men blowjobs?" 

"Jim is understanding and doesn't mind so long as I am discreet and limit my activity."

"Does Jim mess around too?"

"He swears he doesn't and I've never found any evidence otherwise. Until now, my pussy has always been his alone."

"Until now?"

"I'll get to that. Since marrying Jim, I've really cut back. Other than Daddy, I only found a strange cock every two or three months. That was only for a while, now I have a few men that I see regularly to satisfy my cum craving. In fact, last night I had just met one of them before going to give Mom what I had bought for her." Lynn began rubbing my entire thigh and surprised me with a kiss. "Last night caused feelings that started when I was fourteen to come on with a vengeance." She kissed me again. This time I responded and put my arm around her. She lay her head on my chest and said softly, "Oh Stephen, I want to fuck you. I've always wanted to fuck you. And I want to fuck Daddy. I want both of you to fuck me." She raised up and looked me in the eyes. "That's all I can think about. Since watching those shadows last night." Then she gave me a tongue searching kiss. Slowly she pulled away and asked, "Have you ever thought about me? Or am I just being a fool?"

I put my left hand on her breast. She exhaled and went, "Ooooo." As I said, "You're not being a fool, Lynn. Of course I've thought about it. But, you know. Things just never happened." She started kissing me and I thought I was being attacked by a wild woman. I kissed her back as I played with her breast and butt.

The phone rang and Lynn said, "Don't answer it."

"I better. It might be important." I replied as I got up. I needed to think because I felt guilty about what I was doing.

"O - oh!" Lynn said pitifully.

It was Mom. "Mornin' Sweetie." She said cheerfully. 

"Mornin' Mom."

"I hope you didn't have anything planned for us today."

"Ah, no. I hadn't thought about it, yet."

"Well, I need a day or so to rest. After last night, I can barely sit and walking hurts too. OK, Sweetie. I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"Oh Mom!"

"I knew you'd understand. Have you heard from Lynn? She called this morning and was very short and snappy with me."

"What about?"

"She said she left a message for you to call her last night, and you didn't. She wanted to know where you were, and she wouldn't tell me why or anything."

"Yeah, I got the message. It was late and I was tired so I went to bed."

"Maybe you should call her. She's upset about something"

Lynn was taking her clothes off, winking and licking her lips as I talked to Mom.

"OK. I'll talk to her. Love you too, Mom. Bye."

Lynn was standing there, stark naked and smiling. I hadn't seen her naked since we were in school. She certainly wasn't that teenager, I remembered. She didn't look bad and twoo things surprised me. First, her breasts were bigger than I remembered. Second, she had a massive amount of pubic hair.

She saw me staring and ran her fingers through her pubic hair and said, "Jim likes me this way."

I smiled and said, "I haven't had hair in my teeth for a long time."

"O-oh, sounds like you want to eat my pussy." She said and ran her fingers further down between her legs. "Do Ya? Huh, dear brother. Ya wanna eat my pussy? My furry pussy." I walked over and knelt in front of her. "Go ahead. Let me feel your tongue on my cunt." I leaned forward and buried my face between her legs. "Yeah, that's it. Lick my cunt. Mmmm. Yeah that's it. Now suck it. Suck my cunt."

Hearing her talk so dirty was really turning me on. I started sucking and licking, fast and hard.

"Oh yes. Oh, Stephen. Mmmm." She was moving her hips back and forth with her hands on my head. "Oh, mmmm. Shit, yes. Oh, tongue fuck me. God. Oh, yes. Mmmm." Her legs began shaking and I felt her pussy flood, wetting my face. Her hair was distracting though. I couldn't open my eyes for it. And, it seemed to be all over my face. 

'Gonna have to see if I can get her to trim this shit back!' I thought.

"Oh Shit!" she moaned loudly as she shook all over and pulled my face against her pussy. Suddenly, painfully, she pulled me to my feet by my ears and began licking and kissing my face. "I love the taste of my pussy." She said as she cleaned my face. 

"Can we go to bed? Or do you just want to do it all here?" She asked softly.

"However, you want it." I replied.

"To bed then." She said and grabbed my hand. She lead me quickly to the bedroom. Once there, I thought she was going to tear my clothes, she was pulling on them so hard to take them off.

As my pants dropped, Lynn asked, surprised, "Where's all your hair?"

"Bev didn't like the hair. So, we kept each other cleared and trimmed. I got used to it so I kept doing it."

"You're the first guy I've seen since high school without hair on his balls" She kissed and licked my sack. "Hum, I like it. I'll have to talk to Jim." She sucked one of my testicles into her mouth and rolled it around. "Oh yeah. I like that a lot better without hair." She went back to sucking my testicles one at a time as she stroked my erection. Looking up at me and smiling, she said, "Oh yeah. Sucking bare balls, is lots better." Then she stuck my glans in her mouth and tickled my sack with her fingertips. After that she only touched my erection with her mouth. I was trying my best to hold off and she could tell it. She leaned back and looked up at me saying, "Quit holding back. I want your cum." Her lips closed around and slid tightly up and down my shaft. It didn't take long at that point and I could feel my sack start to tighten. Lynn clamped her fingers on my sack above my testicles. This caused my erection to stiffen more as she sucked harder. I thought I was having an epileptic seizure when I ejaculated, it was so intense. 

When my body relaxed, I looked down at Lynn to see her milking my soft penis in her mouth. With a dry mouth, I asked, "How'd you do that? That was intense."

Lynn leaned back and smiled. "That's a little trick, I picked up. Stop a mans balls from pulling up and massage his prostate, he'll cum extra hard." I was looking at her quizzically, and she asked, "You didn't even feel my finger in your ass did you?"

"Ah, No. But that was something else. Where'd you learn that?"

"Back in college, I dated a Med student. He showed me and I use it on guys I like to give them an intense orgasm."

"Boy! It certainly works."

"Glad you liked it." Lynn cocked her head sideways, looking coyly. "Maybe, with your help, I can show Mom how to do it."

"Only if you show her on me."

Lynn stood, wrapped her arms around my neck. Pressed against me and kissed me passionately. "You didn't say anything." She said kinda pouting.

"Say anything? About what?"

"My clit. Guys who've seen it always say something about my little penis."

"It is pretty big. I gave it a good sucking. That should have told you I like it."

"Oh My God. Your sucking on it made my legs weak. I didn't know if I could stay on my feet."

"Doesn't Jim suck it?"

"Well yeah. But, we're usually sitting or laying down. You did it while I was standing up. That was a new experience for me." She began edging us to the bed. As my legs hit the bed I fell backward. Lynn followed me down and we began caressing each other.

"I want to do this real slow. Like we have all the time in the world." Lynn whispered in my ear. After several minutes, she whispered, "I like to be on top. Is that OK?"

"Sure, I like that too."

Lynn pushed me onto my back and climbed on. "Damn. I wish this was being recorded."

"Recorded?"

"Yeah! Taped. You know, your cock going into my pussy for the first time. On video." 

"If you really want it, I'll set the camera up."

"Really! Would you really? Hell Yes! Set your camera up."

I started getting up and Lynn said, "Oh My God. You're really going to do it."

"Well yeah! That's what you wanted isn't it?"

"I was just testing. I didn't think you were into porn."

"This isn't porn. This is a family movie for my sister. And, I wish I'd thought about movies a month ago."

"Um, yeah. Now those would be movies I'd like to see."

"I bet you would. I'll see what I can do in the future."

"Can't wait. But, now, hurry up. I want to be a Brother/Sister Porn Star."

I set the camera up and had Lynn get on the bed to frame the video. 

"Hurry it up, will ya?"

"Hey, cool it! I gotta figure out how to do this. Ah, OK. I can run a cord to the TV, so we can watch."

"Why? Can't we just watch it after?"

"We could. But this way, we can watch to see when we want to zoom in and out." 

"Yeah, I like that. I definitely want a close up of your cock entering my pussy. Damn! I wish the camera was going before. Then we could have had you eating my pussy and me sucking you off. Those were firsts too."

I finished setting things up and we got on the bed. First we took turns in various poses. Lynn sucking on me. Me eating her. Zooming in and out. We found out that zooming in and out had to be done slowly or the camera took to long to focus and it looked bad. Once we thought we had it figured out, we started making love again. Slowly. When Lynn climbed on top, I slowly zoomed in on our genitals. It took several minutes of us moving around without using our hands before my glans wedged between her labia.

"Get ready Baby. Watch as your cock pushes into your Sister for the first time. It's gonna be tight, because the Doctor had to repair me after Cindy was born" Then she began rolling her hips and gently pushing into me. And damn if it wasn't tight. It felt as though the skin was being pulled down away from the end of my penis. She lubricated more and things got easier but remained oh so tight. "Feel it. Can you feel how hot my pussy is? Oh Jesus, your cock feels so good. Does my pussy feel good? Oh God, your cock feels good. Mmmm, I waited to long for this." She stopped speaking out and watching the TV, when I was fully inside her. Turning her head she whispered in my ear, "Fuck Me Stephen. Fuck Me. Oh, I've waited so long for this. Fuck Me and fill me with cum." She began grinding her clit against me and I began matching her movements. 

God she was tight. 'How can someone who's had three kids be so tight?' I thought.

"Oh yes, yes. Oh God. Mm, Mm, Mm. Fuck me. Give me your cum. Oh God, I want to feel you cum. Please!" No hard rapid thrusts. Just steady marathon movements, without any real exertion. Her whispering moans and pleading as she nibbled, sucked and kissed my shoulder, neck and ear. Like a life long lover. I held out as long as I could with her constant pleading, in my ear, for me to cum. She didn't want to let go and I had to struggle to push her up. Once I got her upright, she began to bounce on me. I was going to go ahead and let go, but seeing her breasts bouncing around gave me another idea. I leaned up and began sucking on a nipple.