3 comments/ 52048 views/ 4 favorites Vibrations By: JacksBaby1 The afternoon has faded the evening waning. They enjoyed the most sensuous days together. Jon as usual, took Kim to unbelievable heights of lovemaking. They soared together towards ecstasy, claiming it, taking it to be their own. He must return, as she to the real world. Her heart aches for him to come back soon. She can close her eyes and feel his touch as he made exquisite love to her, only hours ago. She wants to savour it, making it last and last until they are together again. She reaches for the vibrator. He teased her with it, showing her how it can bring her pleasure in his absence. He held it against her sex, the vibrations flowing through her clit into her pussy, as she bucked wildly against the sensation. His fingers folding the skin of her lips over the tip of it. She feels the vibrations still, how it made her scream with pleasure, his hands pressing it to her cunt, making her flow with orgasm after orgasm. He showed her the way, so she could pleasure herself while he is gone. She reaches for it and lies back in the same spot on the bed, the scent of their sex still surrounding her. She wallows in the sensations of it, her eyes closed, imagination going wild. She takes the tip of the vibrator and positions it on the side of her clit, letting the vibrations run like an electric shock down her entire slit, she applies pressure as he did. Her legs splayed outward, her hips bucking up to it, forcing her sex to grind against the toy. She stiffens in response to the unbelievable sensation of the vibrations. Her eyes closed, she can imagine him there, running it over her, his eyes fixed on her womanhood. She was so brazen spreading open to him, the ultimate intimacy. The feeling is like shock waves, running through her sex. She can still conjure up the image of his face, his lust obvious as he ministered to her the delights of pleasure. Over and over, down and up, running the head of the toy along her slit, pressing inside just for a second, making her push hard against it , wanting it inside. He teases her, and presses against her so that she responds by writhing against the bed, her legs shivering, her eyes closed in ecstasy. her moans loud and forceful. She can feel the building up, her clit reacting, by plumping up hard and tingling. She wants to go over the edge. She moans softly, she knows she must hear him, let him be part of it. She calls him, and he answers, sleepily, listening to her sighs and her moans. He can hear the toy buzzing, knowing she is being pleasured and knowing she wants him to be part of it, even though he is miles away. He listens to her sexy voice, as she describes her actions; "Oh Jon, right there, yes yes yes, oh yes darling right there now harder, ohhhhhh harder, faster" Yes take your tongue to me there, touch ne there. She imagines the vibrations are the forces of his tongue against her wetness, the pressure of his mouth on her pussy as he eats her, drinks from her. She pressses it to her hard, all the while caressing the tender inside of her thighs. She runs the machine down and up, circling just like he did. She can feel it building, "Oh yesssssss Jon, god Jon nowwwww, uhhhhh yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" He listens, the earpiece close to his ear, he can imagine her masturbating with the vibrator, he can imagine the sight in his mind .He can sense the urgency of her sighs. He goes with it, prodding her on to the edge, "Yes my baby kitten, let it flow, let it go, cummm cummmmmm for me my precious baby" She cries out as the head of the vibrator collides with the tip of her clit, swollen and red, raw from sex, It takes only a second, but rushes through her for long minutes. Her body tenses and her hips rise from the bed. Her hand is steady and true and the machine pressses against her, He hears it, she feels it the gutteral moan from her as she cries out in passsion, "Yessssssss oh God Jon, Jon, Jon." She comes hard, the orgasm tearing through her tender sex, the vibrator humming along; she does not take it away. She knows how he would hold it against her clit as she spasmed, thinking she would faint , pass out. Oh yes, he would make her cry out in passion. She is shuddering shivering, he can almost feel it through the phone lines. Her sighs have become little moans of pleasure as she comes down from it, slowly, effectively. He strokes his cock, listening to her voice, his angel, his sex slave in the throes of orgasm. "Mmmmmmmmmm yes yes cummmm my baby kitten" he whispers into the receiver, urging her, commending her talent and enjoying the sounds of her lust. He feels the pressure build in his body and he tenses, shooting his load all over his belly. She would lick it clean from him, that vision in his mind is a whole other story, oh yesss, how he loves the vision in his mind, her cummmming hard against the vibrator as he looked on. He blows his seed hard; wishing her body was here with his, to take it inside her. Soon, soon he will make love to her and again and again. She falls back, sated, she smells the freshness of their sex, only a few short hours ago. She turns off the vibrator, her legs are like jelly and she lies back, letting her womanhood contract. She comes down slow, moaning like a kitten into his ear. She curls up on her side, her hands caressing her raw pussy. The vibrator, hot from its work. She holds the coverlet close to her letting the orgasms rip through her body. She whispers," good nite my darling", he responds, encouraging her, making her feel so loved .She is loved, her Jon, her gentle prince. They both drift off to dream of their passion, bringing it to life. Even though miles separate them, they are one, united in heart and soul…… Vibrations It felt good in her hands. Wielding it with grace and style, she could feel the raw power of it. Sensations traveling up her arms, and into her torso, caused her breasts to vibrate within her clothing. Her nipples rubbed against the material of her shirt. The wool scratching gently against her in the cool morning air. Not that she needed any additional stimulation. The clean and crisp atmosphere made her feel vital and alive. And gathering her own wood, gave her inner strength and sense of purpose. And now cutting it all down to size with her chainsaw made her feel powerful and self-sufficient. The loose fit of her clothing belied the strong muscular woman she was. Beneath her clothing was a firm strong body, able to perform any task. She intimidated most men with her strength and her abilities. She'd get into a relationship only to find that the men would simply be unable to deal with her. They wanted a girly-girl. NOT. So she lived here alone in the woods. She held a position in the city, but that position gave her some flexibility and permitted her time alone which she craved. And so here she was, cutting wood for the fire she would build later in her cabin. Using the chainsaw made her hot and sweaty, even in the cool of the morning. It was getting warmer, and as such she felt the need to remove her shirt. Doing so revealed a strong upper body, tanned and firm. She wore no brassiere, so her breasts were exposed in the morning light. To the casual observer she would have appeared to be a lithe man from the back. Tanned and working in the woods. But from the front, her breasts revealed and feminine form, bathed in sweat. She folded her shirt across a tree stump and returned to her task. The vibrations of the tool transfered up her arms and into her body, causing her breasts to jiggle and sway gently. The chainsaw was also having an additional effect. As it always did. The forces were causing her sex to awaken. She could feel little jolts of pleasure when she cut into a log or when she revved the chains slightly. She had found over the years that she could attenuate her pleasure by how she cut, where she cut, and for how long she cut at a time. Today she allowed herself to run along for some time on the edge of pleasure. She wanted her release to build slowly and quietly. For the better part of the morning, she had let herself be quietly buzzing, never really going and never really releasing. Idling. Finally she could stand it no longer. She laid down her tool and removed her gloves. Her hands were soft and supple, treatments and care kept them that way. Her right hand touched her left breast, grazing the aureola and tweaking the nipple. She smiled to herself, as only one intimately familiar with one's own pleasure can. She also knew that she was alone in the clearing and as such she could relax her guard and perhaps pleasure herself. Her hand slid down her chest and across her flat belly, then beneath the waist of her jeans. She leaned back against the stump and closed her eyes, she was going to enjoy this... ~SNAP~ Her eyes popped open at the sound. A branch breaking at the edge of the clearing, penetrated her self-induced mental haze. She slid her jeans back up over her hips. As she recovered her shirt, she cast her eyes around the edge of the woods to find the source of the interruption. A scant twenty feet away, she spied skin and a bit of clothing. But mostly skin... He was a tall muscular fellow, short cropped dark hair and ruddy skin. Either that or he was embarrassed to be caught. His trousers were down around his ankles and he had taken himself in hand. Clearly he had been watching her. Clearly he was aroused. And if he had two brain cells to rub together, he should be able to tell, even at 20 feet, that she was pissed off. She took in a breath, prepared to scream invective at him, for her command of the language could shock a longshoreman. His arousal gave her pause. She stared. Slack jawed. And exhaled. She doubted that she could get two hands around it, let alone one. It appeared to be at least as long as her forearm. He smiled, sheepishly. She sat down on her stump, her breasts only moderately covered by her unbuttoned shirt. She could feel her sex alternately pucker and relax. She closed her eyes. You can't be serious, she thought. She looked over at him. He had turned in profile. It stood straight out from his groin, pointing slightly skyward, the foreskin pulling back over his glans. At that point she stood up and began to walk toward him, her chain saw and wood cutting forgotten. Their eye found each others and locked. She knew that he knew that she knew, she thought. When she got close enough to touch him, she began to speak, but he hushed her with a wave of his hand. By gesture, he bade her to sit. His hand gently caressed her cheek, while the other hand stroked his arousal. It was hard, purple and appeared the throb. She reached for it and he turned towards her. She stroked him gently, up and back. It was warm to her touch, she could feel his blood pulsing inside. She became overwhelmed with the urge to take what she could of him in her mouth. This urge made her sex absolutely twitch with anticipation. She opened her mouth and her lips touched the head, she could smell him, that male smell of heat and passion. She licked the head, tasting his saltiness. She flicked her tongue across him and she felt him shudder. she opened her mouth and took in the head.... .... She felt him in her mouth. Hot and throbbing. She could taste his maleness, the salty musk of him. The tip of his cock slid across her tongue and she could feel him in the back of her throat. To her shock and disbelief she seemed to have taken him all in, as her lips and chin were pressed against his balls and her nose touched his smooth hairless belly She closed her mouth around him and pulled her head back, and as she did, his size reappeared. Her eyes found his. His blissful smile revealed nothing. She again slid down the length of his cock, and again it seemed like she took him all in her mouth, which to her did not seem possible. She decided at that point that she was dreaming or that , well she was dreaming. Since she was dreaming, she decided to indulge her dream and began sucking him off with great vigor. She had always been able to please her past lovers with her skill and with her enthusiasm at this task. And truth be known she always felt that this was a way to dominate her lovers, as once she was done they would do almost anything... Her lips found his balls a nd sucked them in one by one, they well heavy, hot and swollen with cum. She sucked on his glans filling her mouth with it and tonguing the tip, teasing the end with the tip of her tongue. She could taste a bit of him on her tongue., and the look on his face told her that he was close. Yet she could not quite get him to release. She worked hard, sucking and licking and stroking him, but to no avail. A t some point, covered in sweat and her mouth beginning to ache wit he effort, she realized that he wasn't going to cum for her in her mouth. Her eyes met his. He knew that she knew. She trembled. Here she was, butt naked in the woods, fellating a man that she didn't know, and now she was going to completely surrender to him. She lay back on the ground and opened herself to him. He nodded and knelt before her, casting a dark shadow across her. Her eys met his and she looked away. He came closer to her and she could feel him pressing against her. She felt his hardness begin to enter her, and it casued her to gasp. She had never felt so filled, so deeply penetrated. So intimately stretched. She gasped when his groin met hers. And she realized that she had all of him inside her. Her eyes once again beheld his and she now saw the naked passion, lust and desire burning within them. Slowly he began to have her. With deep steady strokes, his hips flexed and she felt him moving within her. In Out In Out Somewhere in her mind she was thinking that there was no way she was able to accomodate him. But yet she could not deny it. Nor did she really care anymore, as her body responded to his thrusts by meeting them with her own... losing herself in the moment... She could feel herself losing focus on the world around her, the sensations in her loins taking hold. His groin pushing against hers caused shudders all through her body. Her eyes closed and her head fell back... Her breath came in shallow gasps... She raised her hips to meet his, the constant bump of his strokes against her sent bolts of pleasure through her body. She felt his hands grasp her wrists, pinioning her down to the ground. She wrapped her legs around him, seeking more sensation. She could feel the weight of his body pressed against her wrists. His regular thrusts rhythmically caused her breasts to move and shift, and she felt his lips on one of them and then the other. Then she began to feel it rise within her. A feeling of pure release. Complete surrender. Her body began to tingle, beginning in her very core. Rapidly it spread until she felt almost on fire with sensation. 'ohmygod, yessss.... ohmygod, take me... god yes..." And she began to cum. Hard. She began to yell and thrash beneath him. She found it impossible to escape him, she wanted to and yet she wanted him to have her. And still he stroked and filled her with his member. She began to subside and her breathing came in deep gasps. he slowed down for a moment. As if to let her catch her breath. Her body was covered in sweat, andshe could smell the musk of sex around her. And just as she clearly perceived herself again, her body betrayed her and she felt her release begin to build slowly, and to her it seemed deeper this time. More primal. For his part he began to breath heavily, and he was filling her forcefully now, his thrusts deep and quick, leaving no doubt to her that he was in charge. She rode her orgasm and tried to hang on to him. She felt as if she was going to completely disconnect from herself. And all at once he began to cum in her. Hot. Forceful Sticky. He pulled himself out and gave her the last of his load on her belly and breasts. Stroking himself to completion. His seed was thick with potency and she felt a certain wickedness to it. And yet she reveled in it. All at once he began to physically fade from view. and as he did. She could see a transformation occurring. The hair on his legs thickened, and she could make out a tail beginning to form. Right as he faded from view, she thought she saw hooves where his feet were. And then he was gone. She was alone in the woods once more. She closed her eyes for just a moment and her world spun and lost focus. -------- She awoke several hours later, back over where she was cutting wood with her chain saw. Her clothes were still on, other than her jeans being undone and her shirt un buttoned it was as if nothing had happened. She was sitting at the base of the tree stump in the shade, her chain saw by her side. Was it a dream she wondered? it seemed so real and yet she could not imagine doing that sort of thing with a man she did not know. As she moved to get up, her legs and her sex protested as if they had been worked long and hard... Fini Phoebus ©022504 Vibrations My feet left a trail of wet footprints across the bedroom floor, as I hurried through the room to turn up the television, stopping only to snatch up my silk bathrobe from the bed as I passed. I had been showering in my on suite bathroom, listening to the nights soaps through the open door, when they had been interrupted suddenly by an urgent local broadcast that I now hastened to listen to. As I approached the screen, its image switched from that of a young reporter, to a map of the state, and an area outlined in red at its centre I quickly recognized was indicating a town less than twenty miles from my own home. I pressed the up volume, and then stepped back from the television to sit on the edge of my bed. "...authorities have said that the increase in seismic activity is unlikely to result in a major earthquake, however minor tremors are likely to occur throughout the night. Despite these reassurances to the public however, local residents are advised to take reasonable precautions." "Wonderful." I muttered sarcastically, knowing that meant hours locked in a concrete cube. It was not that I would usually have minded. Earthquakes are just a part of life where we live. In fact over the years, our family had enjoyed quite a few fun times enduring only minor earthquakes in the reinforced confines of our bathroom. What with board games, playing cards and charades the kids had even looked forward to taking refuge when they had been younger, much like during power-cuts. It's just that tonight I had been looking forward to an early night. "Sophie...where is your brother?" I called down the hallway to my daughter, resigning myself to giving up a night of self-pampering and maybe a little indulgent fun with a plastic friend. "I don't know Mum, in the bathroom I think." "Tell him to hurry up please, we need the bathroom. I just have to dress and..." Suddenly, as though preempting my words, the ground heaved, as a tremor shook the house. "Tell him we are coming in...there's going to be a quake tonight." Hastily, I grabbed the survival bag which was always stashed under the bed for such emergencies, and headed to the wardrobe for my clothes. Gathering everything into my arms, I turned quickly – dashing from the bedroom, along the hallway towards the bathroom, even as a second, stronger tremor hit. Staggering slightly, I collided lightly with the wall, before regaining my balance. Ahead of me, Sophie stood at the entrance to the bathroom, knocking on the door and calling impatiently through to her brother. "Come on James...Mum said to hurry, can't you feel the quake?" I heard a muffled voice inside, and then the door opened and Sophie barged her way in. Hot on her steps, I entered the room and dropped the bundle of clothing and supplies on the floor. I caught a glimpse of James, standing in our old Victorian bath holding a towel at his waist. "Come on James, pull the plug please and hop out." I turned and closed the door, ensuring all the safety bolts were securely in place. "You could have waited a minute." He protested mildly, as I turned back from locking the door. I couldn't help but smile at his modest embarrassment. "You know the drill James. Lock down from the second the quake starts...Besides your sister and I have seen it all before." I grinned teasingly. "Come on, jump out and put your robe on." I crossed the room to pull the glass shield over the bathroom window and secure it in place. Glancing at Sophie, I could see that she was already pulling the over pads - cushioned panels which covered the sink and toilet, preventing injury from collision with them, from the storage cupboard. Behind me, James was still moaning about having only just soaped up. "Well you're just going to have to towel it off." I replied sternly, turning to face him and approaching the bath. "Come on, plug out...you know that water in the bath is a hazard..." As I spoke I leaned into the bath, grasping the chain and pulling the plug myself, but before I could finish my sentence, the ground beneath us shook again and the lights in the bathroom flickered. Caught off guard, the sudden upheaval plunged me forward, and instinctively I reached out. My grip closed on the wet flesh of James' wrist, but he was also reeling backwards. His free hand shot up, searching in vain for support. Instead he found the thin fabric of my night gown, and he continued to fall back until he collided with the rubber tiles of the wall. I felt the night gown stretch and then rip, but not before his weight, adding to my momentum, dragged me towards him. One moment, I had been standing on the floor of the bathroom, the next I was perched precariously on the high rim of the bath, my shins aching from the impact with the hard edge. Struggling to regain my balance, I could see James performing an odd dance as he tried to keep his footing on the slippery surface. Again the floor reared, and with a squeal of protest I heard his feet lose their battle for traction. Above us, the lights flickered again and abruptly gave out, plunging the room into darkness. Disorientated, I thrust my legs outwards, reaching desperately for the floor but found only thin air. Meanwhile, James had slipped to the bottom of the bath, groaning as he impacted and sending a shower of water into the air. Immediately, I felt my own body in motion, jerked from its unsteady position as I too fell. Landing heavily on top of my son, I felt my stomach impact with his raised knees, driving the wind from my lungs in a single pained gasp, yet his legs yielded to my weight and parted as I slid down between them, forcing them flat as I splashed into the shallow water that remained. Fighting to regain my breath, I heard my daughter's fearful voice in the darkness, "Mom...James...Are you two ok?" "I'm ok honey," I managed, "James...?" "Er...Yeah I'm ok I guess," he grunted from beneath me. There was an odd tone to his voice that I couldn't quite place, but as I lay there in the darkness for a few seconds, trying to get my breath, I suddenly became aware that my shredded nightgown had fallen away, leaving my naked body beneath exposed. To make matters worse, I realised that I could feel the flaccid length of James' penis pressing against my bare skin. As though he had read my mind, James' voice echoed my thoughts in the darkness. "Er...Mom, I think I lost my towel..." "Really," I replied caustically, "you think so!" I tried to move, but found that the steep smooth sides of the old Victorian bath afforded no traction whatsoever. Lying on my front, my arms were pinned beneath me by the weight of my body, and by James' legs to either side. Arching my back, I attempted to wriggle upright, but the attempt was futile, and I was conscious of my heavy breasts swaying against my son's torso. I gave up, trying instead to push with my knees in an effort to lift myself from him, but my legs just slipped in the bath, the momentum shifting me further down his body and knotting our limbs more tightly together. "Here, let me try." James said, sensing my struggle. Lying on his back in the bottom of the tub, he was just able to reach the rim of the bath with his finger tips, but his grip slipped on the wet surface with the weight of my body pinning him down. Behind me, my legs were curling against the far side of our slippery prison forcing the weight of my upper body down onto him, and his efforts caused me to slip further still down his body. Suddenly I sensed his manhood rising from the darkness to meet my face, and I felt his pubes brush against my chin. "Stop it James." I blurted in panic, turning my head quickly, unable to move my arms to fend off the unwanted intrusion. Fortunately, he gave up the attempt, and in doing so, his body slipped back away from my face, until my head rested on his stomach. Trapped, we lay there for a few moments, breathing heavily as the ground continued to shudder beneath us. Behind me, the plug hole gurgled as the last of the bathwater drained away, and as I considered the chain of events that had led to this moment, I couldn't help but laugh. "Well, we are in a pickle now." I exclaimed jokingly. The humour was short lived however. James had gone strangely quiet, and with horror, I realized why. My son had long ago reached the age of sexual curiosity; I had found a number of magazines of girls in various stages of undress in his room at one time or another. At eighteen, I was certain he was still a virgin – so it was not surprising then that he might find this situation strangely erotic...What red-blooded male wouldn't, I mean its not even as if I was an unattractive mum. Still in my thirties, my body was as trim as it had ever been. I am lucky enough to have been blessed with a slender, size 8 body that I know has turned a few heads over the years. My husband claims I have the tightest, little round bottom in the world, and the firmest 36DD tits too, which my son was just discovering at that very moment. Nestled within the cleft of my ample bosom, his cock twitched and I felt it begin to harden, until the swollen head of his manhood emerged from the tight confines of my cleavage. As the ground continued to shake, I could feel the length of his shaft vibrate back and forth between my wet globes, and through the dark I could hear my son breathing in shallow gasps. I dared not move, for fear of worsening the situation. Usually, tremors would last no more than a few minutes at a time and silently I prayed we were nearing the end of this one. Especially as I realized that, despite myself, I was starting to find the circumstances slighlty arousing. Outside of the bathtub, I could hear my daughter fumbling around. "Sophie...What are you doing?" I called to my daughter. "I'm looking for the safety bag, so I can get the flashlight." She replied from beside me. "Just give me a hand out honey...We're stuck." I pleaded desperately, but without being aware of the true gravity of our situation, she continued to search the floor beside the tub. "One sec Mum...It'll be easier with light and I think I've found it." Even as she spoke, I could feel my sons cock was slipping with increasing ease between the fleshy mounds of my breasts, and I suspected that its passage was being facilitated by the lubricating effects of pre-cum. Attempting to move only increased the pressure on his hard shaft; and besides that, further enhanced my own arousal as my increasingly sensitive nipples brushed his groin. I opened my mouth frantically, to demand my daughter's help but even as I did so, I felt the head of his prick swell, and his body tense beneath me. With his engorged cock lodged firmly between my tits, and the head protruding from my tight cleavage, I felt every spasm, as my son started to ejaculate. With a sharp intake of breath he discharged his hot cum onto my skin, the first deposit blasting into my open mouth, before running down my face. Instinctively I swallowed as the warm liquid hit the back of my throat. I closed my mouth quickly, and lay motionless in stunned disbelief, unable to comprehend what had just taken place. Beneath me James mumbled something which sounded like an apology. At that moment, a light flicked on, and my daughters head appeared over the bath tub. In the beam of the flashlight, she took in the sight before her, but unable to see her brothers cum smeared over our bodies, she laughed at our awkward predicament. The tremor seemed to be abating, and in moments would stop altogether, a fact that I was grateful for, since my sons erection had not entirely deflated, and would surely return in its full glory if my cum splattered tits continued to stroke it much longer. Gathering my senses, I tilted my head back until my gaze met that of my son. His face betrayed the feelings of shame and guilt that he was obviously experiencing, and despite the salty taste of his cum in my mouth, I couldn't help but feel sympathy for him - after all, it was hardly his fault. If I was to be completely honest, I was almost flattered that James could consider me in a sexual way and there was no doubt that I had found it strangely erotic myself – although it was not an experience I was eager to repeat. I smiled up at him reassuringly. "Don't worry about it James," I said comfortingly, "Lets just get out of here and dry up...Sophie, how about a hand please!" My daughter managed to stop her giggling long enough to stand up and take hold of me, forcing her hand into the gap between my breast and upper arm, to grasp beneath my armpit. Unable to pull my full dead weight from on top of James, she did manage to raise my chest sufficiently, so that I could wriggle one arm from beneath me. Twisting my body awkwardly, I pushed down onto my sons exposed thigh inches from his cock, eliciting what I assumed to be a groan of pain from him, and gradually our limbs separated and I was able to roll over on top of him. I was conscious of the fact that the struggle had left us in an even more compromising position. With my back to him, and one arm supporting myself on his chest, his cock was now pressed into the soft flesh of my ass cheeks, dangerously close to the entrance that had given birth to him all those years ago. The fact that James had stopped moaning about the assault on his body and had frozen stiff told me that he was also aware of this. I found myself wondering if it was horror that caused him to fall silent, or something else. Fleetingly, I recalled his stiff prick buried between my tits, emptying his seed onto my body, and I realized with impulsive appall that I could feel a warm heat building between my legs. Shocked and ashamed of my private thoughts, I was suddenly very eager to put some distance between us. Fortunately, I was nearly home free, all that remained was for me to draw up my legs, twist around, search for a foothold and have my daughter pull me from the bath, nevertheless I couldn't deny the strong feelings of arousal that were ebbing through my body. As I clasped my daughters hand and she pulled me forward, my feet found purchase on the floor of the bath, one between James' legs and the other under his armpit. With my legs wide apart, straddling the length of his upper body, I knew from his position that he would be able to look straight up at my crotch and clearly see my pink lips nestled within a dark mound of trimmed pubic hair. I had never been shy around my children, but the thought of such intimate scrutiny would certainly have embarrassed me before today. Now though, I felt guilty to admit it excited me, and as I stood over him, leaning forward from the waist and stretching out my free hand to balance myself on the baths rim, I glanced down to see his eyes locked on my moistening pussy, and his cock rising to attention. Of course, what had taken place so far, I could dismiss as harmless. Unfortunately, nature is riddled with ironies it seems. At that moment, the tectonic plates floating on the magma mantel miles beneath our feet, collided with violent force, and the earth shuddered with the impact. The resulting upheaval was twice as large as any we had endured that day, and the force tore my hand from my daughters grasp and sent her sprawling across the room, flashlight sailing into the air, even as it wrenched my legs from underneath me and dropped me like a sack of dirty laundry onto my son. For several seconds, James and I were bounced around the bathtub like a pair of slippers in a washing machine. Disorientated and shaken, I realized that I had landed on James, facing him and sitting upright. He was beneath me, but had managed to hoist himself upright also, and with my legs wrapped around his waist holding us together, my tits bounced uncontrollably in his face. The flashlight skittered across the floor, flashing its beam wildly around the walls until it winked out, casting the room into renewed darkness, just as the glass window shattered loudly behind the protective shutter. Behind me, I felt the taps dig into the flesh of my shoulder, and I recoiled sharply from the sudden pain, propelling myself against James. At that moment, the main quake subsided, almost as abruptly as it hit, and the initial violent heaving of the ground gave way to steady undulating vibrations, as the secondary waves rippled from the epicenter. "Mum...You've got to let me go!" I heard him say, over the deep agonized rumble outside, but I clung to him tightly. Outside the protective confines of our reinforced bathroom, an earthquake was unleashing its full might on our town. Inside the shielded refuge, rubber dampeners eased the assault, and over the years our shelter had proved its effectiveness for keeping our family from harm, nevertheless, when James spoke, I assumed the panicked edge to his voice was a reaction to the beast outside. "It'll be ok..." I reassured them both loudly. "At least we can't damage each other if we're stuck together." I added quietly to my son. "Its not that I'm afraid of Mum, you don't understand, you have to let me go." His voice was urgent now, and suddenly, I did understand. In the few seconds that had passed since falling onto my son, I had been aware of his hard hip bone, intermittently prodding my upper thigh at the base of my ass. Distracted I had paid it little heed, but now I realized it was not in fact his hip bone. What I could feel was his cock, fully erect and directly beneath me, nudging against my flesh as it sought out the path of least resistance. Slipping into the cleft between my ass cheeks, it bumped and prodded its way down my crack until coming to rest briefly at the entrance to my asshole. For a moment, I thought it might penetrate as it stabbed persistently at the tight opening and dismayed, I tried to pull back. It was too late though, the movement succeeded only in dislodging his cock from my ass but as I fell back into his lap I felt his swollen member plunge into the soft folds of my vagina. My eyes widened in horror as I clamped my legs tighter around my sons waist in a last ditch attempt to prevent myself from sliding down his hard prick. Gravity it seems had other ideas, and without resistance from my already moist opening, his fat head thrust easily inside, impaling me on his thick shaft. Unable to help myself, a groan of pleasure escaped my lips. With my husband away, it had been weeks since I had seen any action. James misinterpreted the sound negatively however. "I'm so sorry mum." he said meekly, and for once in my life, I was utterly speechless. Tonight had seen a chain of events spiraling out of control. So many incalculably small odds had conspired to see me here, in a position that I would never in a million years have anticipated being in – a position no mother should ever be in. Yet here I was, crotch to crotch with my son, his cock filling my pussy, and all manner of thoughts whirling through my head like a hurricane. But the most shocking thing of all, the thing that I kept coming back to, over and over in my mind, was one single terrifying thought that kept nudging its way into the centre of my consciousness. A tiny little thought that kept my body frozen inertly when I should have been struggling like a crazed woman – earthquake or not, to dislodge my sons member from my body. A thought repeating itself with increasing vehemence...'God it feels so good!' Motionless, I remained straddling my son, struggling with my inner turmoil. Across the room I could hear Sophie fumbling in the darkness and a new fear crept into my mind. I knew she would be searching for the flashlight. As if the situation was not bad enough, I could only imagine the humiliation of having her switch it on and witness what was taking place in the bath. "Just sit still," I managed to mutter hoarsely, "...both of you, it will be over soon." I was trying to make it sound as though it was an ordeal; that it was something that we could suffer through, praying for it to pass as quickly as possible. The truth is though I didn't want it to pass. With every passing second that his cock was embedded in my pussy, his groin grinding against my swelling clitoris with each rolling undulation of the ground beneath us, I could feel the heat of my sexual desire rising within me. Vibrations "Sophie..." I gasped weakly... "Are you Ok? - Just leave the flashlight and find somewhere safe to sit." "I'm Ok Mum, I found the torch but it's broken!" In the darkness, relief mixed with a familiar flush that warmed my body as tiny shivers of pleasure emanated from my crotch and flowed through me like electricity. As the ground rose and fell, I felt my sons cock follow the movement, gliding between my lips with growing ease as my welcoming juices poured along his shaft, lubricating the way. Silently, I bit my lip to hold back moans of pleasure, threatening to escape as my body tensed, his gentle fucking teasing my hungry pussy to ever higher states of arousal until I struggled to contain myself. Since his mortified apology James had been silent, but gradually I could hear his breathing quicken, catching occasionally in betrayal of his own strained efforts to control his intensifying arousal. Torn between pretending to remain detached and comforting my guilt ridden son, my arms seemed to slip of their own volition to hold his face between my palms. "It's Ok James," I heard myself reassuring him softly..."It's Ok." and his body seemed to relax slightly at my voiced acceptance. Slowly I drew his head into my chest, holding his face against my swaying tits as his cock rocked within my burning hole. Between my legs, I could feel my own wetness as the warm liquid flowed from my pussy, soaking my thighs and ass, and involuntarily my tight hole contracted around his thick shaft sending spasms of pleasure through my body. I realized that slowly, the rhythmic pressure of his cock stretching my wet lips was driving me closer and closer to orgasm, but rather than feeling shame, I found myself willing it on, eager – desperate to cum over my son's hard prick. Finally, lustful beyond caring I cast all hesitation to the wind. Grinding my pussy down to meet the next up thrust of James' cock, I groaned shamelessly as he plunged into my wanton hole. I allowed my hands to roam over his body, as his length penetrated me again and again, and then suddenly I felt a warm wetness envelope my nipple, as he drew one of my tits readily into his mouth, groping roughly at my ass with his hands. Moaning like a dockyard slut, I felt the rising tide of my climax welling up from my molten pussy like a firestorm. Deep inside my sodden hole, I could feel his cock swell and I knew that he was moments from filling me with his hot cum. Suddenly, the ground stopped moving as the tremor passed. Without its motion, I was no longer riding his eager prick; instead it rested tantalizingly inside of me. Fervently I tried to renew the movement, but my legs wrapped around his waist now impeded rather than aided. Desperately, I drew my legs from around him, curling them beneath me and lifting myself from him. In the darkness, I heard a disappointed groan as his stiff member slipped from my frustrated hole. Kneeling above him, I slipped my hand between us and grasping his cock, I guided it back to my impatient pussy – sliding blissfully down the slippery shaft. Unimpeded, I now rode him of my own volition, pounding his prick deeper and deeper inside until a surge of pleasure broke over me like a tidal wave. At that moment the flashlight flicked on. "Hey, I fixed it. The back broke off and the batteries fell out..." Sophie's voice stopped dead, as the bright beam fell onto the wall behind us. Her eyes instantly took in the image of her mother, spine arched and head back as her brothers cock exploded inside of me, coating my hole with his thick cum. My feverish eyes held my daughters gaze apologetically as, unable to prevent my climax, my mouth opened and a gasp of ecstatic pleasure purred in my throat. Ardently I forced myself down, driving James' prick deep inside my contracting passage and he grunted with gratified pleasure as I continued to grind my pussy onto him, milking the last drip of cum from his throbbing cock. Outside the earthquake had passed, but the silence that shrouded the confines of our small bathroom was more deafening than anything nature could have thrown at us. Slowly, I lifted myself from my son, his rapidly shrinking member flopping audibly from my now gaping hole, amidst a seeping cocktail of cum and fluid. All the while, Sophie gazed through stunned eyes at the scene before her, one hand clamped over her mouth in disbelief. For nearly a minute I stared at each of my two children, searching anxiously for something appropriate to say, but it was James who broke the awkward quiet. "Heck mum...I'm really sorry and all, but...shit that was the best lock down ever." Even as his face broke into an uneasy grin, I heard Sophie snigger behind her hand and the corners of my own mouth twitched as my cheeks flushed red, despite being a little late for embarrassment. "Sophie I..." I started hesitantly, but quickly she interrupted me. "No...mum it's Ok. What happens in the shelter stays in the shelter – besides...I think I just witnessed the hottest thing I've ever seen!" Vibrations I love the way you smile. That dirty smile. That smug, amused smile when I'm desperate for you and you know it, feeding my desire by pretending to be indifferent. We both know your cock is rock hard. Like now. "Please," I breathe, snuggling closer to you. I was naked in bed when you got back in and now you are lying fully dressed beside me. This morning when you woke, you pushed my head under the covers and fucked my face. You teased my cunt, gently stroking with your fingers as you brutally forced your cock deeper and faster down my throat. You deliberately pulled out as you came so that as well as the taste of you on my tongue I could smell your cum warm on my face. It nearly drove me over the edge but you pulled away and got ready for work, leaving my cunt throbbing. I have wanted you all day. I just want you to use me. I want a really long session. I want to touch you everywhere, give you all the pleasure I physically can. I want to crawl for you. I want to show you that there is nothing I wouldn't do if you demanded it. I want to be the dirtiest girl you've had. That's the effect you have on me. You knew by denying me my orgasm, again, I would be thinking about it, thinking about you all day. You know I'd be all over you when you got in. It's been a week since you let me cum. I'm not allowed to touch myself without permission and every day my frustration and desire becomes more intense. Every day you have teased me, pleasuring me without granting release while you cum again and again, all over and inside me. I press my tits up against you on the bed, dancing my hands over your chest. I want to undress you and kiss every inch of your skin. I start unbuttoning your shirt to expose your chest. You grab my hand and push me back. "What are you doing?" you say, looking at me at last. "Did I say you could touch me?" I close my eyes for a second. I don't want to fight today. "Please, I want to pleasure you. I want to make you feel good." I try to kiss you but you pull my head back by my hair. "No," you say calmly, running your other hand up my leg to my cunt. "You want to make you feel good. You think that if you are nice to me, I'll grant you the orgasm that you want so very badly, don't you?" You punctuate your words by sliding a finger into me, teasing me as you did this morning, making me squirm. "No," I deny. "Oh, so you don't want to cum?" you say, as though surprised, withdrawing your hand. "No, please, I do want to cum. I need to cum. My cunt is aching Sir, I can't take much more Sir. Please." "Well that is pathetic," I look away ashamed of my outburst but your fingers find my cunt again and I moan in pleasure. "It's only been a few days," you continue sweetly, "I should really make you wait another week so you learn that this isn't so bad." "No please, I can't go another week. My cunt throbs all the time, I need to cum, it's all I can think about." "So you care more about your cunt than you do about serving my needs." You hold out the hand which was just teasing my cunt. "Here, clean your slutty mess up. I've been at work all day and you can't even give me five minutes to relax when I get in without mauling me for an orgasm." I finish licking your hands clean and look down, ashamed. You stand up to unbutton your trousers and take out your cock so that I can see your strong erection. "I was thinking, at work, about how I would feed you this cock now. I was going to let you get it nice and wet in your mouth, a little treat before fucking your lovely, tight cunt. I was even going to let you cum while I fuck you." You slowly rub your cock up and down to tease me. "But now I see you aren't interested in my pleasure. You just want your precious orgasm." You pause a moment. "Would you have liked to have my cock inside you right now?" I nod, not trusting myself to speak. I can feel the lump in my throat. I hate disappointing you. I hate that I got carried away. Suddenly you turn business like. "Well fine," you say, "spread your legs." Confused I do as you say and you lock my ankles and wrists into the cold, metal cuffs already attached to the head and foot of the bed. You dig into the play drawer and bring out a ball gag. I try to prevent you putting it in, turning my head away and gritting my teeth but forcing my mouth open you push it in and tie it tight so I can't spit it out. I'm starting to panic a little now. This is the position you put me in for punishment beatings. I start pulling at the restraints which is foolish because they hurt and you slap my thighs. "Stay still," you lean in so your face is really close to mine. I can see the dark flecks in your eyes and myself reflected, the gag distorting my face. "I am going to fuck you." I see my own eyes widen in disbelief. Your tone is flat however, almost bored. "However, as you obviously have a far greater need than me, I'm going to make sure you cum first." You go back to the drawer and return with our largest, most powerful vibrator. You carefully position it so it is lying vertically across my clit and then tape it into position with shiny, black tape. You sit beside me on the bed, your finger casually on the control buttons. "I want you to count," you say. "I want you to cum over and over and I want you to count how many times you orgasm." You lean over to speak into my ear. "You have one hour, don't you dare disappoint me. Don't you dare hold back." You press a button. Even though I'd braced myself for it, the sudden vibration makes me jump and my hands pull against the restraints. You've positioned the toy directly on my clit which is something I never do as it is too sensitive and the sudden, constant stimulation shoots through me. Almost immediately I feel myself close to cumming. After a week of teasing and denial, the build up of pleasure is so intense I find myself screaming into the gag as my cunt explodes. I feel you stand up and I open my eyes. You're looking at me coldly as your hand reaches down for the control again. "I hope you enjoyed that one my dear because I doubt the rest will be so pleasant." You ramp up the controls to the highest setting and I scream again. I never turn the vibrations up so high because it hurts my sensitive clit. I twist my hips as far as I can against the restraints, struggling to close my legs and get away from the damn buzzing but I can't. I whimper trying to plead with you with my eyes. You just pat my leg kindly and then sit down at your computer desk putting in ear plugs and loading a DVD. "Don't forget to count," you remind me before swinging round in your chair so that your back is to me. At first I don't think I will manage to cum again since the vibrator is so violent. My clit is gradually feeling hotter and hotter when suddenly my cunt spasms and I cum again. By the time your program finishes and you turn around again I have cum a further twelve times and I have started to cry. My clit feels like it is burning up, the last few times I came sent a searing, white hot pain through my cunt. I can feel the next orgasm building and I pull against my chains as you remove the ball gag from my mouth. "Please, please," I gasp "Please stop it Sir, please turn it off." My cunt twitches in preparation to cum and fresh tears stream down my face. "Please turn it off Sir. It hurts so bad, please." You smile, gently squeezing one of my tits, rolling a nipple between two fingers. "Hurts my pet?" you say in a concerned voice "but I thought you wanted to cum my sweet? Are you not grateful that I am letting you?" "Yes, yes I am. Thank you. But please, I've cum enough. Please." "Well I don't know," you say smiling "You thanked me so nicely I think you can cum once more for being such a good girl." Suddenly you pinch my nipple hard, pulling it. It sets my cunt off and I scream out a final orgasm. I'm shaking as you slowly trail your fingers from my neck to my cunt and press the button, blessedly turning it off. You rip off the tape and remove the toy and I start crying again in relief. I can still feel my cunt tingling, an echo of the vibration and it hurts as you gently press a finger to my clit. "Oh no, please don't" I beg which makes you dig in harder. "No?" you say incredulously, shaking your head. "I'll do what the fuck I like to you. I would have thought you'd have learnt that." You remove your hand and look at my clit. "You're very red," you comment and then start slapping my cunt with your hand. I'm struggling to get away but my legs are held wide apart and I can't. "How many times did you cum?" you ask suddenly stopping the slaps. "Fifteen," I breathe. "Very good. In that case you aren't to cum for fifteen days. And if at any point you complain or ask me for an orgasm before then I shall double it. Is that clear?" "Yes Sir," I nod. "Good," you slap my cunt again making me yelp in pain. "How does your pussy feel?" I groan. "Please Sir. I feel really tender. It hurts Sir." "Hmmmmm," you slap me again and then continue to talk through the slaps. "I told you I am going to fuck you and I am. But it is going to hurt do you understand? This is about my pleasure, not yours." Roughly you unfasten my ankles and wrists and strip off the remainder of your clothes. I want to touch you, make you gentle but you pin my hands down above my head as you drive yourself into me. You groan in relief, feeling my wet cunt squeeze your cock when your body bangs against my clit. Your cock feels wonderful inside me but my clit screams with every stroke. You start fucking harder and harder and all I can feel is the pain. I try to ignore it. You're watching my face really carefully for my reaction and eventually I can't stand the pain any longer. I try to push you off but you were waiting for this and I barely move you. "Stupid whore," you spit at me "You deserve this. I told you this would hurt." I try to push you off again. Realising that I can't, I feel the tears prick my eyes again and start to fall down my cheeks. Seeing them you smile and pause a moment to kiss them before continuing to fuck into me. "Tell me you love me," you taunt. "Go on, tell me how fucking wonderful you think I am." I grit my teeth. You're laughing at me. You know I adore you, even now, especially now. You just want a rise out of me, you want to rub it in how badly you can treat me. "Fuck you," I manage to get out. "I'll tell you when you deserve it." You laugh, pounding into me. I can tell you are close and all of a sudden you groan, closing your eyes and I can feel your cock jerking inside me as you cum. I breathe out in relief as you exit me and lie next to me on the bed. You put your arm around me and I snuggle into you. "Don't forget," you remind me softly "fifteen days."