Chapter 1

My father and his brother died in an airplane accident in their own little 
four-seater when I was four and left me and mother on our own and the same 
faith was shared by my uncle's wife and there child, a girl a year older than 
me.

My dad and Uncle was successful stockbrokers long before it was a "normal" 
occupation and made a fortune long before they were thirty. They weren't poor 
to start with my grand-father had a business with more than forty employees 
and he had given them the capital to start the firm and was the oldest client 
they had so he too had improved on his wealth and he never neglected to 
remind me that I was the sole heir to half his fortune and the business.

Unfortunately I never understood mechanical things, still don't. All I know 
about moving metal-wheels or whatever is that they tend to be expensive to 
repair and never are trustworthy. I was and am good with figures so I guess I 
would be a good accountant in the business but apart from that...

My cousin, Emma, short for Emanuella, was and is a wizard with everything 
that moves, have wheels underneath it and make loud noises. The more noise 
the better. And the more oil and dirt under the hood the better and as a 
consequence she was always black under her fingernails, and hands, and face 
too. I admired my cousin and wanted to be just as good as her so when her 
mother bought her an old car on her sixteenth birthday that she could 
experiment on I wanted to help her with the task of getting it, I think she 
called it tuned up or something, but I couldn't have a spanner in my hand 
without getting deep bruises on my knuckles and when I one day almost 
electrocuted myself while tampering with the battery Emma forbade me to get 
under the hood. I still loved to watch her working though.

At the age of twelve I started to get interested in girls and from there on I 
could spend hours behind Emma watching her tight little butt press against 
the cloth of her jeans while my cock pressed against the material of *my* 
trousers.

In the autumn of the same year Mom and Aunt Caren decided that Emma and I 
should learn how to play bridge. When we protested they said that it would be 
nice to know how to play and that it was an excellent way to get together 
once a week, as if they ever needed an excuse to do that since they were the 
best of friends and played tennis and went shopping together almost everyday 
of the week and Emma and I were the best friends and met also every day.

Emma's and my protesting didn't do us any good. The bridge-lessons started 
and to my surprise I really enjoyed the game and Emma seemed to like it too 
and we looked forward to our evenings of bridge. They included more than just 
bridge. This was the night when we had to learn about the finer points of the 
French-kitchen as well and we were even allowed to taste a glass of whine and 
that was were I found my talent. It seemed as I was born with the knowledge 
of first-class cooking and soon I took over more and more of the cooking for 
our bridge-evenings while Mom sat on a stool sipping a glass of whine, 
watching me and at the beginning giving me some advise, mostly how to use the 
kitchen-knife and other practical stuff, never interfering with the spicing 
or cooking-times and such things.

We had been having our bridge-evenings for about a year when Aunt Caren 
called at the absolute last minute canceling the evening. Emma had come down 
with the flu but had insisted to go anyway but her temperature was to high 
for her to go anywhere.

So there we were with a lot of food, opened wine-bottles and no-one to share 
them with.

"Well, we have to do the best of the evening anyway," Mom said. "We have our 
meal and play something else. There's a lot of games you can play with only 
two players, you know."

Mom drank a lot of wine and she didn't object when I took a second glass. 
After dinner I cleared the table and we sat for a while talking about nothing 
while Mom had another glass of wine. By now she was a little giggly and 
happy. I loved it when she laughed so I didn't mind that she drank a little 
to much once in a while so I didn't object when she took the last opened 
wine-bottle as we went into the playroom and sat across each other by the 
card table.

"What is there to play with only two people?" I asked, rather eager to learn 
another game.

"Oh there're lots of games. Gin and... and... Oh yes! Poker! That's one of 
the hardest games to play well. It takes years to master it."

"OK. Lets play some poker then," I said.

Mom explained the rules to me and after that we played for a couple of hours. 
Mom finished the wine and when she asked me to get her another bottle I asked 
if she wouldn't rather have something else to drink. I meant a mineral-water 
or something soft but she misunderstood me.

"Yes. You're right. Poker is played with beer and whisky-chasers not wine. 
You know, you can have a beer too if you like. If we're gonna play some 
serious poker than it have to be the serious way."

I shrugged my shoulders and got a couple of beers and a bottle of whisky. Mom 
took a rather generous gulp of the whisky and a few swallows of beer to 
soothe it.

"Have you ever drunk whisky?" she asked me.

"No."

"Good. You shouldn't you know. You can taste it, just as you can taste the 
wine. A couple of beers aren't that bad either. But the hard stuff I want you 
to leave alone in greater quantities till you're eighteen," at this she 
smiled a little doubtful at me. "But you should know how it tastes."

She handed me her glass and I took a little sip of the beverage and felt how 
it burned its way down my throat, numbing my mouth for a short while, and 
then the tastes hit me. This was something that I could grow to like!

"Mmm, very good," I said in a little choked voice which made Mom laugh a 
little.

"Are there any other ways you can play poker?" I asked after a short silence.

"Oh, sure. Do you know what your dad and I used to play?" she smiled.

"No."

"Strip-poker! He loved it and we used to..."

She silenced. Not a sad silence, only such a silence that occurs when you've 
said a little too much and don't know if you should go on or not.

"Strip-poker?" I asked and took the deck in my hand. "How many cards do I 
deal? Five?"

Mom looked at me and suddenly she burst out in a heartfelt laugh.

"Oh what the heck. Yes. Five."

I dealt us five cards and looked at Mom for her to start the bidding but she 
just threw three cards.

"Aren't you gonna bet? I asked.

"We have, dear. Strip-poker is one long bet."

"Oh," I said not understanding a thing but did as she, threw three cards, 
keeping a pair of sixes.

I gave Mom her three new cards and the same for me and after checking my hand 
I looked at Mom who just lay her cards down, face up, on the table. A pair of 
Jacks. Hesitantly I lay my three sixes down showing them to Mom.

"Oh, a shoe then," she said and reached under the table, showed me the shoe 
before she flung it on the floor about between us on the floor.

I looked, if not shocked at least surprised at her.

"It's STRIP poker, silly," she laughed when she saw my looks. "You play for 
your clothes!"

"Oh," I could feel myself getting a blush at this. Playing for clothes. With 
my mother.

Mom giggled even more when she looked at me.

"Shocked?"

"N-no."

"Scared?"

"N-no," I stammered. I was both but I wasn't going to let her know. One of 
the first things she had taught me about poker was that you shouldn't let 
your opponents 'read' your face.

"Want to quit?"

"N-no," I would rather have done just that but I wasn't going to let her know 
that either. I was determined though that she wasn't going to win *this* 
game.

"OK, hand me the deck then."

I gave it to her and she dealt the cards. I had to brace myself to stop the 
tell tale shaking of my hands when I picked up the cards. Nothing. Five cards 
and not a Jack in sight.

"Well?"

"Oh, four," I said, forgetting what Mom had taught me about poker.

She laughed a little chuckle that I'd never heard before and threw four cards 
in front of me and took three herself.

I looked at her while she sorted the cards in her hand. For the first time I 
looked at her as a woman. And I liked it. Mom had always been beautiful to me 
and I had taken her beauty for granted. She worked out with tennis and 
gardening, she wouldn't let me mow the lane, well maybe that was out of fear 
that I would get my foot in the mower and not for her exercise, but still. 
You could tell that she kept herself in shape, maybe she drank a little too 
much but I had noticed that almost all the adults I knew did that.

Anyway. For the first time I took my mother in and savored what I saw. 
Blonde. A little more than shoulder-long hair which she wore in a pony-tail 
most of the time. A small round face, rather thick eye-brows angled over her 
dark blue eyes, small nose, her mouth was as they say full, a long neck, for 
a woman broad shoulders, small tits, and I knew that her ass was small and 
tight from before.

"Mhm," Mom coughed a little to catch my attention.

"Oh, sorry," I looked down at my cards. And looked at a pair of kings. I lay 
them down on the table.

"Damn," Mom breathed as she saw them and folded her cards without showing 
them to me. She reached down, took her other shoe off, showed it to me and 
flung it almost by the other shoe's side. "You deal."

Mom lost again and this time she fumbled under the table for a while but 
finally she showed me what she had been fumbling with. A stocking. Not a 
pantyhose. I must admit that I was intrigued by this. I wasn't at all 
familiar with what a woman would wear underneath. I was happy just studying 
Emma's trouser-clad ass and hadn't even speculated in what she might wear 
under the pants just what was under them. I understood that it wasn't boxer-
shorts but had never given it a thought.

Mom didn't throw the stocking as she had with her shoes but let it sort of 
sail in the air, over to were the shoes lay and it floated gracefully down on 
top of them.

Next hand I lost and a shoe made mom's company on the floor. And another the 
next deal but then I won again and the same scene played as the stocking 
sailed though the air.

Now I thought it would be interesting. I took for granted that Mom now had 
only her panties and bra under the dress but when she again lost she half-
stood with her hands under the skirt and when she dangled something white, 
with a lot of straps and frills I just looked with my mouth open. What in 
heavens name was this?

"Oh, you silly boy. It's a garter belt. Don't you know anything about what a 
woman have on?"

"N-no," I could feel my face turn red.

"Oh. You don't? Well it's a device made to make the stockings stay up. You 
sort of hook them into this." She showed me the straps. "And you button it 
here in the front, it's just as a belt."

She let it land on the other clothes.
 
A sock later I again won. This time Mom hesitated for a while before she 
reached under her skirt and took off her panties. She dangled them on her 
finger in front of me before she let them fall down on the heap by the side 
of the table. She poured herself another glass of whisky, raised the bottle 
to me, inviting me to have another glass with her, which I did. She raised 
her glass in a salute and I sipped where she took a gulp.

I lost and had to shed my other sock and then I again won a game and Mom had 
to take off her dress, now she sat in front of me in only her frilly, white 
bra were you could see the pinkish shadow of her nipples shine through.

Now it downed on me that my mother sat almost naked in front of me, with 
nothing on but her bra and if I, which I for a very short while considered, 
would drop a card on the floor and bend down to pick it up, I would be able 
to see her cunt! The mere thought of it made my cock jump, jerk and harden! 
If I was lucky I would soon see my mother's breasts! But I wasn't. I lost the 
next two games and was down to my trousers and boxers, thank heaven for Mom 
insisting that I should wear something under my shirt!

Then luck changed again and Mom lost! Her last item of clothing would have to 
be shed!

She looked me in the eyes while she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, 
let the straps slowly glide down from her shoulder over her arms, still with 
the cups covering her breasts, till she made a little bow letting her breasts 
free and dangling the bra from her finger just as she had done with her 
panties before she let it fall down on the floor. Now first she broke eye-
contact letting me take an eyeful of her tits. They were... well... 
beautiful! Although I didn't have anything to compare them with I just 
knew that they were almost perfect. If it hadn't been for the very slight sag 
they would have been absolutely pear-shaped. Pears with a strawberry topping 
it. That was it. Not made to soothe your hunger but to awaken it!

I was vaguely aware of Mom drinking from her whisky but was all the same a 
little startled when she almost slammed the glass down on the table.

"Well," she asked.

"Oh. Yes. They're beautiful," I said.

"What? No silly," she laughed so much that she had to bend over. "Oh you 
silly boy, thank you, that was nice said, no I mean it's you who deal."

"Oh," I didn't know if I should blush, laugh or just bury myself in the 
remotest corner of the garden, so I did a little of the first two and 
shuffled the deck. "Oh. Why? I mean... you must have lost... and..."

"The looser tells when to stop and I'll be damned if I'm the only one not 
having to undress before going to bed tonight."

"Oh."

I dealt and won!

"Now what?"

"Well," Mom hesitantly said. "You have the power to tell me what to do."

I must confess that an image of my mother laying on the floor with her legs 
spread wide flashed in my brain but I thought the better of it.

"Can-can I look at you?" I asked in a meek voice.

"Yes. But you have to make a time-frame."

"This week," I blurted.

Mom smiled at me and said her usual 'silly'.

"Well how about ten minutes?" I looked at her and she almost invisibly shook 
her head, "Five?" invisible shake, "Two?"

"OK."

She stood and showed herself to me. Jerk, jump, harden almost painfully, 
drooling, me not my cock, oh yes it was drooling to. My god! Was this how a 
woman looked like?! Emma? And Aunt Caren? Bush, thick, curly blonde just a 
shade darker than her pony-tailed hair. Framed by two round, oh yes round, 
thighs. I wished I could see in between her legs to see some more of the pink 
thing but she stood almost at attention.

"Could-could you stand with y-yuo-r-r legs a l-l-little more..."

Mom obeyed before I finished and stood with her legs a little spread, enough 
to give me free sight in between her legs and I saw... Pink? Yes. Definitely 
pink there. Crinkled and pink, rather thick like a ridge running between her 
thighs. Glistening almost like - dew. Dew? Yes. Why was she dewy? It dewy?

Suddenly Mom sat down.

"I think it's I who deal," she said.

Of course I lost. I could hardly see my cards, all I saw was the memory of my 
mothers pussy!

Rather embarrassed I stood while I took off my trousers unable to hide the 
hard cock making a tent and pointing at my chin and I think I would have done 
the third thing if Mom had said anything, that is go out and bury myself in 
the garden, but she didn't. She didn't even smile at me when she saw it even 
if I noticed that she looked straight at it.

I dealt and won and Mom looked questionably at me.

"Can I feel...?"

"Oh. I guess..." she stood and came over to me and seemed surprised when I 
reached up and cupped one of her little tits in my hand. I could feel the 
nipple explode into my hand and I just had to pinch it a little. A hoarse 
intake of breath from Mom was almost drowned in the feeling of that hard 
little nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

"Can I taste?"

Without a word Mom leaned forward pushing her nipple into my mouth. I placed 
my hands on her hips while I suckled on the nipple I had abandoned more than 
a decade ago. Why I couldn't understand. Now I never wanted to let it go. 
Maybe to kiss the hips I held in my hands. Ass! Yes, the ass. I could cup a 
feel of it while I sucked on the breast. The cheeks were to big for my hands 
to cover but they fitted all the same in the palm of my hands in the most 
delicate way.

I drew them closer to me, only to make Mom straighten her back and her nipple 
popped out of my mouth and her stomach was pressed against my face. Soft, yet 
hard just below her belly button, not far from...

Mom's hands held the back of my head while I kissed her stomach. Caressed her 
ass. Was in heaven.

"Come," Mom said, took my hand and led me out of the room, hitting the light 
switches on her way leaving the rooms dark in our wake, all but the kitchen. 
She led me to her bedroom! Lay down on the bed! Drew me down on top of her. 
Forgot about my boxers and rolled me over on the back and drew them off me. 
Lay again down beside me and almost lifted me on top of her with my head 
resting in the nook between her throat and her shoulder. I felt her hand take 
a soft grip on my cock. Rising it, pointing it, placing it against her pussy! 
Lifted her hips, swallowed me, the head slipped into a wet, warm, silky and 
slippery hole. A thrust from Mom's hips forced my cock another couple of 
centimeters inside her and now I could feel that her pussy was alive. Just as 
the head of my cock slipped all the way inside her cunt it gave it a quick 
squeeze and Mom sighed a little.

I wanted to come deeper inside this heavenly cunt so instinctively I pressed 
down on mother and my cock slowly slid further and further inside her till I 
could feel the harsh hair on her pussy tickle my almost hairless crotch and I 
could feel how my testicles rested on the bulging cheeks of her ass.

Mom lifted my head up an strew little kisses all over my face, murmuring how 
good I was, how good it was so nice and sweet my cock was inside her. I 
almost jumped off her when she hotly whispered in my ear to fuck her. To give 
her all I had. My cool mother asking me for my cock deeper in her cunt! To 
fuck her!

I don't know if man have an instinct for how to mate but I must have had one 
because I just knew how to move my hips to get my cock to move out and in of 
this heavenly pussy I was penetrating. I knew how to move but I must have 
overestimated the length of my cock for on the second withdrawal and 
insertion it missed the hole and slid over my mother's slit all the way up to 
her hair and I jumped in surprise to the harsh treatment my sensitive cock-
head got when it rubbed over the pussy hair.

Mom reached down and placed me in the right place again and from this moment 
I was a little more cautious when I withdrew. Not that I had to worry for so 
long. It couldn't have been more than twenty seconds later that I could feel 
how electric currents started to tickle my shaft all the way up my spine and 
exploding in a thunderbolt inside my head and I had to cry out as my cock too 
exploded and erupted a gush of cum inside my mother who pressed herself up 
against me, sort of grind her pelvic area against the hardness of my cock and 
pubic-bone while I lay absolutely still on top of her. The only movement from 
me besides the twitching cock, was a slight shiver in my hips as I made an 
effort to bury my cock as deep as possible inside Mom.

My cock didn't get soft after my orgasm though it was a little more sensitive 
than before the orgasm but Mom's pussy was so soft and now even wetter that 
it wasn't uncomfortable to begin my fuck-motions again.

Mom put her hands on my butt when I became a little to eager to squeeze 
another orgasm out of this incredible sensation. I had only been masturbating 
for a month or so but I knew that I could get at least two orgasms out of one 
hard-on but had found it be nicer to just stop just before the orgasm and in 
that way prolong the feeling of an impending climax. It tended to give a much 
more intensity to it so I understood why she stopped me from pounding away, 
that she also wanted an orgasm wasn't anything that I gave a thought at this 
moment. Now I was selfish. I wanted it all for myself but Mom wouldn't 
have it that way. She rolled me over on my back, still attached to me by her 
velvety pussy.

"Now, lay still. Let me do the work and take your time. Look at me, and think 
of something else!" she whispered hoarsely with a little laughter lingering 
in her voice when she added the last.

Slowly, almost painfully slow, she started to lift herself up along my 
hardon, sinking down just as slow, rubbing her pussy against my pubic-bone 
when she was all the way down, and then starting the upward movement, 
balancing on the tip of the cock-head, gyrating her hips a little so my cock 
would churn the opening of her cunt and then down again.

I'd read about chines torture but that was nothing compared to the torture 
Mom put on my cock! On my feelings. My consciousness was totally and fully 
concentrated to the connection of our bodies. Nothing else mattered. All I 
wanted was this feeling to continue forever. But it didn't. Though I tried to 
think about some boring class at school nothing could prevent the electric 
tickling foreboding of the upcoming orgasm and with a loud groan I arched my 
hips up, buried my cock as deep as I could in my mother's spasming pussy and 
she fell down on me but her hips still worked up and down on my cock but this 
time in short, rapid thrusts and in collaboration with the rippling 
of her pussy-muscles she milked an orgasm out of me that I had never 
experienced before.

When my cock gave it's final spurt Mom rubbed herself hard against my pubic-
bone and her pussy clamped around my cock and she groaned almost as loud as I 
had and I understood that she too was having an orgasm, just seconds after 
me.

Mom rolled down and lay beside me and I turned towards her.

"Love you," I whispered a little embarrassed. This was the first time in a 
very, very long time that I had told her that. I was grown up for heavens 
sake, you don't go around telling you mother that you love her when you are 
thirteen, do you.

"Mm, love you too," she said, turned her face to me and gave me a kiss.

"Can-can I ask you something?"

"Sure. We don't have any secrets, do we? Not now anyway," she smiled.

"Why... You know."

"Why I fucked you, no sorry, made love *with* you?"

"Yes."

"Oh. I really don't know. A couple of reasons. I'll tell you why I did it now 
and not later, or never. The strip-poker did it. I told you that dad and I 
used to play it as a sort of fore-play and... Oh, I've always dreamed of you 
to become my lover but I thought that you should fool around a little 
first... Maybe find someone and forget all about me. I thought it was just a 
fantasy, but..."

Mom went quiet when she felt my cock again start to come to life and she 
looked down between us. She took it in her hand.

"Oh all wet and slimy but still eager for more of the same," she said.

I didn't know what to say. Didn't know if she wanted it to happen again so I 
just waited for her to make the decision. I didn't have to wait long. She 
scooted her hips forward, lifted her leg a little and placed my cock against 
her opening.

"Push a little," she said almost matter of factedly.

I did and my cock slipped inside my mother's pussy again. This time it was a 
lot looser along my shaft but Mom lay her leg down and then it fitted snugly 
around it again.

"Now don't move too much, then it'll slip out. Oh I have plans for you, you 
know. We have."

"We?"

"Yes, your aunt and I, maybe Emma too, I don't know for sure but I'm almost 
certain," she said almost in passing. "You know your father and I had made 
plans for a bigger family but we never got around to it, we thought we had 
lots of time. I want two more children I think. Maybe you've given me the 
first one already, who knows?"

A child? With my own mother! Not even in my wildest wanking fantasies could I 
have dreamed up a story as wild as this reality. The mere thought of planting 
a baby in my mother's womb stiffened my cock even more and I could feel the 
tickling from the upcoming orgasm but I didn't want it to come this fast. Who 
knew when I again would be allowed to fuck Mom again. Even if I suspected 
that she would be more than willing to continue our new relationship you 
couldn't be sure, she was after all an adult and adults tend to act far to 
rational so much that it seems irrational to a child. Or conscious could hit 
her and she would regret what had happened maybe blame it on the wine and 
never mention it again. I knew that I would have a hard time to accept and 
live by that by I loved Mom and would do what she asked.

I noticed that mother's breath became deeper and that her breath had a tinge 
of bitterness in it. Not the foul bitterness you sometimes experience in the 
mornings before you have brushed your teeth, no this was a nice smell one I'd 
never smelled before but which I liked in a strange way. It sort of 
heightened my feelings.

"Yesss," she whispered, "yesss, there... I want it there, oh your soo god to 
me, sooo deep inside me oh yesss. I want it all there. Deep in me yes fuck 
your mother good, so good oh my god! It's so good! Feel me now, darling. Can 
you feel how I'm squeezing your cock? Your mother's hot cunt is squeezing 
your cock. Feel it! Feel it!"

This proved to be to much for me and I thrust my hips forward as hard as I 
could forcing my cock in as deep as it would go and start to pump the rest of 
the sperm in my sack into my mother's womb, way up her fertile womb. Her 
words about a baby came to mind and made my cock pump even more of my young, 
potent sperm into her.

Almost before my cock had made it's last twitch I fell asleep, still with my 
mother's arms around me, holding my ass, pressing me against her.

Chapter 2

I was stumbling towards the bathroom even before I was aware of the world 
around me but still there were two things that nagged my mind.

First, why had I slept in my mother's bed? Second, why didn't I have my usual 
morning, piss hard on?

The fact that I was naked didn't bother me. I had slept in the nude since I 
was old enough to get ready for bed by myself. Neither did the fact that Mom 
might have seen me naked bother me that much, she had seen me nude before 
when she called me in the morning.

I stood in front of the stool, taking a hold on my cock when something odd 
made me look down on it.

It was as if it was coated by something. Something that had dried on it but 
still made it a little slick and when I lifted my hand up to my nose I could 
smell the smell of... Mom! Yes! Mom! My mother had fucked me the night 
before! We had fucked!

Quick before the full impact of this hit me I aimed my cock and let the piss 
stream down in the toilette. Shook it while it hardened. Splashed some water 
on my face, washed my cock, brushed my teeth and with a detour in my room 
grabbing a pair of boxers and a T-shirt I made my way to the kitchen where I 
could hear Mom making breakfast.

I stopped on the threshold when I saw Mom.

She stood by the stow dressed only in a short T-shirt and the buns was 
clearly visible when she moved her arms making the T-shirt lift a little in 
the back.

She must have sensed my presence because she turned her head and smiled at 
me.

"Good morning darling, sit down, breakfast will be ready in a sec."

She turned and continued her task and I sat by the table looking at her. I 
didn't have to think about the previous night to get my cock rock hard. It 
was enough looking at her now. The slim back and the legs that seemed to take 
an awful lot of time reaching her ass which showed a little.

Suddenly she reached up after something just above the stow making her T-
shirt ride all the way up and exposing her ass in all it's glory to me. Round 
and quivering a little as she tightened her muscles. I could clearly see that 
she wasn't wearing any panties! I wished that there would have been more room 
for my cock to get harder in because it almost hurt the way it had swelled. I 
was convinced that she was aware of her action and that it was a promising 
omen for the future.

When she turned she had our plates in her hands and the elbows sort of lifted 
the T-shirt a little exposing the nether part of her pussy and it looked 
almost as a horse's muzzle there between her thighs and when she walked 
towards me I caught a glimpse of the pinkish lips. When I looked up I saw her 
smile at me and without a word she sat the plate in front of me before she 
sat down.

"Well honey," she began, "how are you this morning?"

"Fine?"

"Good. No regrets then? About last night I mean?"

"Oh no. I thought it was all a dream till..." I was about to tell her 'till I 
could feel you still was on my cock' but I didn't dare.

"Till?"

"I came into the kitchen and when you turned around I saw..."

"Oh. You noticed! How cleaver of you," she said with a big smile.

"Yes, and when I smelled..." I again fell silence and waited for her 
reaction.

"Albert!" Mom said in a warning tone of voice.

"... smelled the frying bacon I almost forgot all about it," I finished, 
delighted that I had gotten her into my trap.

Mom almost doubled over of laughter.

"Oh you little shit! I'll get you for that!"

Still giggling she stood and got the new brewed coffee, lifted an eye-brow in 
a question-mark to me and when I shook my head she poured herself a cup and 
again sat down.

"So. You don't have second thoughts about what we did last night?"

"No. Never. I only wish it could last."

"Oh, darling it can. For as long as you want it to continue. You're my man 
now. Always was ever since your daddy... left us."

She was over the death of my father but sometimes she still could get a 
little hoarse talking about him.

"You know, you might find a girl who you want to marry someday, but until 
then we can make love as often as you want to."

"When?"

"Oh, I understand that you are eager but we *must* wait till bedtime, unless 
we are absolutely certain that no-one is going to call, then we could, well, 
any time."

That made it almost impossible to get a fuck from Mom during the daytime. 
Aunt Caren could turn up at anytime during the day, and so could Emma. I just 
have to put some restraint on myself. It wasn't that hard a task after all, I 
seldom got the chance to beat the meat while Mom was at home since she had a 
habit of coming into my room at the strangest of times and especially if I 
had spent a longer period of time in it.

"OK," I said stoically.

As if it was a clue the phone rang and of course it was aunt Caren. It seemed 
that Emma was better and could be left alone so she was announcing her 
arrival in an hours time or so.

"Well at least it gives us time for a shower," Mom said. "You know, you could 
join me, wouldn't that be nice?"

"Oh yes!"

I almost ran up to the bathroom and stood naked with the shower running when 
Mom came up. She just gave me a smile and drew the T-shirt over her head and 
stood in the nude in front of me for a little while before she stepped in 
under the shower with me on her heals.

"You can wash my back and then I'll wash your," she said and handed me the 
bar of soap.

I started to wash her shoulders. So smooth and round in contrast to my own 
square and bony ones. Down over the backbone out to the sides and then her 
ass! Two round hills with a line, fingertip deep, at the bottom deep enough 
to get a grip on them.

I crouched down with bent knees and washed her thighs, the back of the knees, 
making her jump a little as I caressed her there. Mom lifted her legs when I 
came down all the way presenting me a foot at a time for me to wash.

With one last long look on her nude beautiful back I stood again.

"You forgot one spot," Mom said over her shoulder.

"Huh?" I looked over her naked form but couldn't see any unwashed spot.

"Between my bums! Don't you wash there?"

"Oh," I could feel a blush when I realized that Mom wanted me to wash her 
asshole.

I was to embarrassed to kneel down again and get Mom's asshole straight in my 
eyes so I hesitantly reached down and stuck in my hand between her legs from 
behind, touching her pussy for the briefest of moments before I drew my hand 
up till I could feel the ring and I kept 'washing' it for a long while and I 
bet it was clean after that. Mom didn't protest but instead pushed her bum 
out to let my hand move more freely over her secret spot.

"Mm, good, now the front," she said and turned around facing me.

As I had done on her back I started with her shoulders, they where even more 
smooth and round to fondle from the front and my hands traveled down over her 
arms and returning up again before I concentrated on her pear-shaped breasts. 
The strawberry-colored nipples already stood out from her crinkled aureolaes 
and they tickled the palms of my hands as I softly squeezed them while I 
washed them.

I glanced up at Mom's face and saw that she had her eyes closed and her head 
a little bent forwards. I kept 'washing' one of her tits while my other hand 
washed her stomach and then down between her thighs. It only took two strokes 
with the palm of my hand along the hole crotch for her pussylips to swell up 
and open up so ring- and middle-fingers stroked along her slit. Mom's hips 
shook a little as my fingers went back and forth along her slit, never inside 
the hole itself.

Suddenly she gasped and reached down and took my hand in hers, withdrawing it 
and placing it on her thigh instead.

"I... I think that's... that I'm clean there now," she murmured.

The rest of the washing was soon enough done.

"Now it's my turn. You know I haven't washed you for years and years. It'll 
be nice to do it again."

She turned me around and started to wash my back. When she reached my ass she 
didn't hesitate but washed it but not as hard and business-like as she had 
with my back, it was more of a caress and she didn't even hesitate to stick a 
finger a couple of millimeters inside and twirl it around a little.

She placed me under the running water and got all soap off from my body. Then 
she looked down at my hardon.

"I know what I said about times, but I think you need some relief," with that 
she fell on her knees in front of me and took the head of my hard cock in her 
mouth!

I almost jumped out of my skin at the sensation! It was far from a 'deep-
throat' it was just the head of my cock in her mouth, but her tongue twirled 
around it in an intricate dance like a butterfly making loops and rolls and 
whatever. And the sucking! I thought my cock would spew out the marrow from 
my backbone when she sucked on the mushroom!

This treatment I couldn't stand for long! I could feel how my balls jumped 
up, almost up to the abdomen and in, and then an orgasm built up and my sperm 
flew out in one long hard convulsion followed by a couple of quick, short 
ripples and then one long, long tickling along my cock shaft.

I could feel my knees buckle and I had to lean back against the wall to keep 
myself from falling down in a heap on the floor.

I looked down at Mom in amazement, never in my wildest dreams could I have 
imagined her doing what she just did! Giving anyone, not just me, a blow-job! 
I saw her swallow a couple of times and looking up at me she smiled a wicked 
smile.

"Well I must say your cooking tastes better!"

We laughed and climbed out of the shower. I sat on the toilet brushing my 
teeth and looking at Mom as she brushed hers. Her little breast wiggled as 
did her ass while she energetically moved her toothbrush along the white, 
even teeth.

"Ah, that's better," she said as she dried herself off. "Ready for a new 
day."

"Mhm, and a long one it's going to be," I mumbled more to myself than to Mom.

She smiled at me but didn't comment it.

"I think we should go over to Caren and Emma instead of having Caren coming 
over here, don't you? You could keep Emma company for a while."

"OK. I just hope we don't catch anything."

We went to our separate rooms to get dressed and then we went over to Caren 
and Emma's.

Chapter 3

It wasn't until the following Thursday that I again found Emma bent over her 
car when I called upon her. I had fucked my Mom twice more since the last 
time but it still gave me great pleasure watching Emma's tight little ass 
wiggle about when she did whatever she did under the hood. She must have 
sensed me looking because she asked me in a little annoyed voice if I 
couldn't get a couple of Cokes while I didn't do anything useful anyway.

When I entered the kitchen through the door from the garage I met aunt Caren 
who gave me a funny look.

"So," she started when I opened the door to the refrigerator, "I hear you 
learned a new game last Saturday."

I could feel my heart skip a couple of beats. Mom had told me not to tell 
anyone about it and now it seemed as if she had told aunt Caren about it, at 
least the poker game.

"Mhm," I just muttered.

"And you... liked it?"

"Sure. It was fun."

"Oh I bet it was," she teased but left it by that and I hastily made my way 
back out in the garage where I safely could watch Emma's little ass when she 
bent under the hood.

"I missed you at the game last Saturday," I said when she didn't pay me any 
atention.

"Oh?" she said looking over at her shoulder. "Well I didn't miss it... I was 
to busy being sick."

After that we talked for a while and then we went up to her room and played a 
game.

"Albert!" I heard my aunt call from downstairs. "Your Mom want you to come 
home."

"OK!"

"Tell her Emma and I wont be over until Saturday but we will be there in time 
for the big game," she winked her eye as she said that and I'm certain that I 
blushed a little but casually bid her good-bye.

I asked Mom when I got home if she had told aunt Caren about us but she said 
no, not directly, but that they didn't have any secrets from each other so 
maybe she could figure out what had happened.

I forgot to ask where Emma and aunt Caren would be the next day, not that I 
did care and I helped Mom with what she wanted help with.

When I came to Mom's room that night she said "Sorry love, got my 
menstruation today". So I spent a lonely night in a horny state by myself.

Friday was a long day. And it held a surprise. When I came home from school 
Mom sat in the kitchen watching the dinner on the stow.

"Hi, honey. I've been thinking."

"Oh, not about anything serious I hope," I smiled.

"Smart-ass. Yes and no. I think you should take Emma to the movie tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Why? because I want you to see other people."

"Emma's not other people."

"That's what you think," Mom muttered. "No, I know, but all the same. Why 
don't you give her a call before dinner?"

She said it in that tone she used when she didn't want any opposition from me 
so I just sighed and did as she told me. To my surprise Emma seemed delighted 
and we made plans to meet at her house the next evening.

Mom didn't say anything when I told her that her order was carried out and we 
sat down for dinner and after that I made my homework.

Saturday morning was spent in the kitchen preparing the evenings menu, we 
were going to meet here after Emma and I had went to the movies and have a 
late dinner, so the morning went fast. I pre-arranged most of the food so Mom 
and aunt Caren only had to put it in the oven or on the stow.

I picked Emma up and we went to the local theater and saw an lousier than 
average monster-film. It did have some rather scary scenes though and when 
the first one, quit unexpectedly, was shown Emma gasped and grabbed my hand 
and she didn't remove it when the film again became boring. I didn't mind 
having her hand in mine. On the contrary. It was smooth and cool and 
sometimes her fingers caressed my and she twined them together.

When the film was over we didn't let go of each others hands so hand in hand 
we walked back to my house. Before I opened the door for her she turned to me 
and gave me a kiss. The second surprise of the evening! A just as pleasant 
one as the first one.

Out of my newfound knowledge I let my hand stray and got a feel of her hard 
bra-less, little tittie and I was aloud to feel it long enough for it's 
nipple to stiffen and push against the palm of my hand before she slowly 
removed it and broke the kiss. She gave me a little smile and a "hmph" before 
she let go of me.

Dinner was ready when we came in and after a quick detour to the bathroom we 
sat down and ate.

Emma and I had been aloud to drink a glass of every whine but the avec was 
denied us. Our mothers had a glass of cognac.

Then it was time for a game of bridge.

I had put the chips and decks of cards on the felted table before I went over 
to my cousin and aunt so it was just to sit down. On side-tables there were 
soft-drinks for Emma and me and whisky and water for our mothers.

We played a couple of rounds and all too soon the clock was approaching 
twelve o'clock, the time-limit our mothers had set for the game. We sat and 
talked for a while so the women could finish their drinks and Emma and I had 
to give them and almost minute by minute rapport of our evening at the 
movies. Wisely or rather out of shyness, we left the hand-holding and kissing 
parts out.

But when we usually ended our game of bridge, aunt Caren asked my mother "why 
don't we teach Emma how to play poker, just as you taught Albert the other 
night?"

I'm sure I turned beat-red at her words but Mom was cool about it and said 
that it was OK with her.

"What are the stakes then?" Mom asked.

"Well, we don't want to play for money, so there's really only one other 
option left, isn't there."

"Oh, well, yes, if that's what you want."

"Emma, we're going to teach you a new game, it's a game that Albert and Anne 
played the night you were sick."

"Yes, I heard you say 'poker'. Of course I've heard of it."

"Have you ever played it?"

"No. It didn't sound too exiting."

"Well, we're gonna play strip-poker..."

"What! Are you serious?!"

Obviously she had, contrary to me, heard about strip-poker before.

"Yes honey, there's no need to be shy about anything, we're family, aren't 
we."

"Yes, but... but..."

"Oh, don't be such a baby. Think about the opportunity, if your lucky you'll 
see your cousin nude!"

"Oh," she thought about that for a while. "OK then," she said with a smile.

"But if you're unlucky..."

"Oh, well it's worth the risk, isn't it," she said with a big smile looking 
at me.

"Aren't there a special drink to be served...?" I asked innocently.

"Yes, you're right. Will you arrange it, please."

I stood and got the beers and a couple of glasses for Emma and me.

I must admit that my cock was more than half-stiff at possibility of seeing 
not only Emma and Mom but also aunt Caren in various stages of nudity.

While I had fetched the glasses and the beers Mom and aunt Caren had filled 
Emma in on the basic rules of poker and Mom shuffled the cards and dealt 
while I served a round of drinks.

We toasted before the game began, Emma coughed a little when the first drops 
of whisky burned it's way down her throat but she seemed pleased with the 
taste of it.

I don't know if Mom and aunt Caren did it on purpose but they seemed to get 
lousy cards and soon they were down to their undies while Emma hadn't lost 
more than her pantyhose and skirt. I had looked intensely as she unzipped and 
let the skirt fall down around her feet, just as our mothers had done when 
they lost that same item, and I looked at her ass as she bent down to pick up 
the skirt and drop it on the pile of clothes, in a new light. This ass was 
beginning to swell and already had a very adorable roundness to it. 
She must have either expected me to look or felt that I looked because she 
crooked her eyebrow at me and gave me her usual "hmph" before she again sat 
down.

Next I seemed to come into a streak of bad cards because I lost my trousers 
and shirt before aunt Caren lost and shed her bra. I saw my third and fourth 
tit! My aunt's breasts, just as small and perky as my mother's. Maybe a hint 
of sag, but that could have been there from the beginning and did nothing to 
diminish the beautiful twins and to top it her nipples were already a little 
thicker than my mother's had been when I first saw her breasts, a little 
darker in color too but still they were pink.

I looked at Emma and she too looked at her mother's tits, not a curious look 
as I gave them but more a reflex and it was evident that she had seen them 
before, and why not? They were after all girls both of them.

She must have felt that I looked at her because she turned her gaze at me and 
gave me a little smile before she threw her cards in the middle of the table 
eager to get on with it, no doubt that she wanted to see me naked and I 
wouldn't mind. I had after all already showed my mother all what I normally 
had hidden under my clothes and I wasn't that shy from the beginning I had 
realized.

Mom dealt the cards and sure enough I was the looser and slowly I stood and 
removed my shorts as smoothly as I could though I couldn't stop a slight 
tremble of my hands, the previous times it had only been my mother and I but 
now it seemed that I had an audience and it was different, very different. 
Mom hadn't stared at my cock when she saw it, she was to busy wanting it in 
her tight pussy for that, but both my aunt and my cousin as well as mother 
now looked at the half-stiff cock as it appeared.

I just gave mom and my aunt a quick glance before I looked at Emma. She sat 
with her lips a little parted and her eyes almost bulged out as she looked at 
my cock and her tongue flicked over her lips as a snake's playing in the air. 
It was a cute tongue I saw, never had I noticed her as much as I did now and 
when she slowly let her eyes travel upwards I could see a little smile play 
in the corner of her lips and when her eyes met my eyes the smile was, if not 
broad, well developed. I saw that it was a smile of... What? Tenderness?

Suddenly my mother coughed a little and both Emma and I averted our eyes and 
I sat down while Emma shuffled the deck and dealt. She must have been just as 
stunned as I had been the night mom and I played by ourselves and I saw her 
naked for the first time because she lost the hand she had dealt.

Proudly she unbuttoned her shirt and drew it aside showing us her budding 
breasts. They stood straight out from her chest and looked almost fat, not 
shaped, but the nipples and aureolaes were fully developed and were crinkled 
and it was obvious that she was a little aroused by the game, and maybe the 
sight of my half-hard cock. She glanced around the table and when she looked 
at me she halted and kept looking at me and pushed out her chest a little, 
making her small breasts a little more noticeable.

"I think it's enough for tonight," aunt Caren said when Emma again sat down, 
not trying to hide her tiny breasts for my, and our mothers' eyes. I could 
see a little disappointment in my cousin's eyes as her mother spoke. I on the 
other hand was almost certain that I would get my fill of pussy tonight. My 
mother's pussy!

We finished our drinks as we were and mom got a robe which she put on and I 
put my boxers and shirt on as Mom and I followed aunt Caren and Emma to the 
door and my aunt gave me a hug and a kiss for goodnight, Emma usually just 
waved good bye but this time she surprised both me and our mothers by giving 
me a hug and a light kiss on the lips. Just as I looked a little blushing at 
my mother I saw that she tried to hide a little smile while she winked at 
aunt Caren. At this I blushed even deeper and when Emma saw this she smiled 
at me and waved before she turned her back at me and her mother followed her 
on their way home. Mom threw her arm around me when we returned to the game-
room to clear the table but she didn't say anything.

"Let's hurry tonight honey and get ready for bed. I need you tonight," she 
whispered hotly in my ear.

My cock stood as well as it could in the cramped confinement of my trousers 
in anticipation before we were ready for bed and then we spent the most of an 
hour making love and then we fell asleep in each others arms.

Chapter four

The next day I went over to Emma's as usual and she was already in the garage 
with her head deep down the interior of the engine and she just muttered when 
I said hello. I sat on the stool almost straight behind her and admired the 
view. She must have sensed me looking because she turned her head and shot me 
a glance over her shoulder. She didn't say anything though when she caught me 
looking at her behind only the usual "hmph" and a twitching in the corners of 
her mouth before she again dove down into the hellhole of mechanics. Maybe 
she bent a little further down and pushed her ass up a little more, I don't 
know, but the view seemed to get better!

As I sat there looking at the sweet ass in front of me wiggle around as she 
tried to reach this or that under the hood it suddenly occurred to me that 
maybe she considered herself as my girlfriend! This got me to thinking that 
maybe it would only be, polite? Or the right thing to do? To go over to her 
and give her a kiss.

The thought hardly had time to bounce around in the labyrinth of my brain 
before my legs had me standing and slowly walking over to my cousin. Before I 
was fully aware of it I leaned over and gave her a kiss on the side of her 
throat. At this my cousin got so startled that she raised her head rather 
abruptly causing my head to slam into the underside of the hood and I shouted 
out, more by surprise then by pain.

Immediately we heard clatter of high heels approach and soon enough aunt 
Caren stood in the door.

"What's going on here?" she demanded as she saw me rubbing the top of my head 
were it hurt the most.

"Oh it's only Albert. He wanted to help me with this," she gestured in the 
general direction of the car.

"Albert! You didn't! You know that you must stay at least one meter away from 
those things!" my aunt laughed and turned back inside.

"Sorry," Emma said as soon as her mother had left. "You just surprised me."

She put her arms around my neck, lifted her lips up to mine and gave me a 
kiss. Not a peck, not a soft, in-law-kiss. No, a woman's kiss! Hot. Craving. 
Delicious.

After a short, short while my hand strayed up and cupped one of her breasts 
and she didn't object but pushed it deeper into my hand and the stiff nipple 
that I felt so clearly showed that she wasn't wearing any bra. I wanted to 
feel her bare flesh but when my hand started to lift the t-shirt she pulled 
away. Gave me a last quick kiss.

"Get us a couple of cokes, will you?" she asked and again I saw her bend down 
under the hood. "I think I have to get the engine out and..."

The last was lost to me, not that I didn't hear it, I just didn't understand 
it so I turned a went into the kitchen. Just as I turned I thought I saw 
something move behind the half-open door but I couldn't see anyone or 
anything when I went through it so I thought it was just something that I 
imagined.

In the kitchen aunt Caren was preparing lunch and I gave her swaying ass a 
look and averted my eyes just as she turned around and faced me.

"Sooo?" she asked.

"So what?" I blushed a little at her insinuating tone of voice.

"So, do you stay for lunch?"

"Oh. OK. Thank's."

"Sooo?"

"What?"

"Did you like our little game?"

"Game? Oh... Uh... Yes, it was..." I stammered.

"Yes. It was, wasn't it?" my aunt laughed at my embarrassment.

Hastily I fled the kitchen after mumbling something about Emma being thirsty 
and I think I heard: "I bet" as I left. My aunt always liked to tease me, 
actually I enjoyed it when she did, but it seemed that lately I became 
embarrassed when she started her teasing. And when I lay in my bed at night I 
always came up with the right answer and the right things that I should have 
done. Come to think of it, Emma wasn't much better. I didn't know were I had 
her. Did she consider me as her boyfriend like I had started to see her as my 
girlfriend? She willingly kissed me, but was that all there was to the 
boyfriend-girlfriend thing?

In the garage I stood behind Emma and stared at her ass. I found that I was 
staring at a lot of asses today. Emma was well on the way of developing an 
ass just like her mother's, round, high and firm, well the firmness of her 
mother's I didn't know, but I could guess by the way it moved when she moved. 
Just as her daughter did move now, deeper down under the hood, reaching for 
something in front of her and back down again and every time her ass pushed 
against her pants and presented itself to my hungry eyes.

Suddenly she turned her face and saw me looking at her ass and the usual 
"hmph" was heard. I still hadn't figured if it was a sound of disapproval or 
if it was just a sound acknowledging the fact of me doing something she had 
expected me to do but found childish or immature. Frankly I didn't care that 
much. As long as she didn't object at my behavior I was happy.

"Well, I think I'm done for the day here. Shall we go into my room and play a 
game or something?" she asked half an hour later.

"Sure," I answered secretly hoping for the 'something'.

Nothing much of 'something' happened, a few kisses were exchanged and Emma 
didn't mind me kissing her, on the contrary she seemed to like it a lot but 
soon she was more into playing a computer-game than playing with me and I had 
to put in an effort not to loose to fast to her, she usually won which was 
much down to my inability to concentrate for long in front of the screen. 

"Sorry," she said when she for a while looked over at me. "You know that when 
I get into a game I can't think of anything else. Don't worry, we've got 
plenty of time for that later," she added, leaned over and kissed me.

A little while later my aunt called for us that lunch was ready and after 
lunch we just sat around talking about nothing till it was time for me to go 
home.

The week just vanished and soon it was Friday again. I assumed that Emma and 
I would go to the movies just as we had before so when mom asked me if I had 
asked Emma out I just looked at her.

"Oh, your impossible! Don't take her for granted! You call her now, do you 
hear!"

I hang my head a little as I went to my room and called Emma. She hadn't made 
any plans but seemed to be glad when I asked her out again.

Chapter five

Saturday was almost an deja vu experience. Walking to the movie, holding 
hands. Watching something lousy, holding hands. Walking home, holding hands. 
A kiss on the porch, this time Emma allowed me to fondle her tit a little 
longer. During dinner our mothers were eager to hear all about our evening 
and we told more or less the same as we had told them the previous Saturday. 
And again they exchanged glances and knowing smiles.

This evening we only played a couple of robbers before aunt Caren threw the 
cards aside.

"Enough of this. We all want to play another game, don't we?" she asked a 
little annoyed looking at us one by one.

I for one had to agree with her and Emma seemed pleased and my mother smiled 
broadly as she nodded her agreement.

I fetched the beers and glasses for me and Emma.

"I don't know," Emma suddenly said, "if the rules are that fair. If I win all 
three of you looses so why is it that only the one with the lowest cards has 
to undress? Wouldn't it be more... fair if you all three had to take an item 
of?"

"Of course we could play it like that. And when we're all naked the winner 
could... command the other three to do whatever she, or he, likes," aunt 
Caren added.

Mom looked at me, shrugged her shoulders and said it was OK with her and I 
agreed, looking forward to me to decide what three women could do to please 
me!

This time we played till we were all naked and the last one to shed her 
panties was my cousin. She blushed a little as she let her light blue panties 
slide down to the floor revealing her pussy for all of us. It looked 
delicious! Covered with downy hair. A high hill, the highest I had ever seen, 
considering that I only had seen two other it wasn't much of reference 
material, but still. Two pink lips peeking out from the light brown pussy-
hair. It seemed that all three women were pink, various shades with my 
mother's being the darkest and Emma's the lightest. But after what I had seen 
of my aunt's vagina, my mother's which I knew intimatly, and now Emma's they 
all three had long, rather thick, pussy-lips which hang well down between 
their thighs.

"Well, the next hand will be the "hand-of-truth". Whoever wins have the first 
command!" mother giggled as she dealt the cards.

Mother won. She looked at the three of us before she decided.

"I want the three of you to stand and embrace each others for two minutes. 
I'll time it."

I was the first one to stand up. I took a few steps out in the room and 
waited for Emma and her mother to come to me. I put my arms around my aunts 
waist and drew her closer and did the same as Emma came up to my other side. 
Four breasts pressed against my chest! Two soft, two firm, almost hard but 
four stiff nipples brushed my skin. Two hands cupping my ass! I looked at 
Emma. I didn't know that she was that daring! I had gotten the impression 
that she was rather shy but her hand on my ass told me otherwise! My aunt I 
had almost expected it of but not her daughter. Braved by their move I let my 
hands slide down two curvy waists and soon I had two ass-cheeks in my hands!

"Times up," mother interfered all too soon and with a cock that swayed more 
than at half-mast I walked back to my chair but before I sat down I turned 
slightly towards Emma and aunt Caren, letting them get an eye-full of my cock 
and they looked!

The next hand was won by my aunt and she "ordered" us to do the same as she, 
Emma and I had done just before. This time I was a little more daring and my 
hand sneaked down and grabbed a feel of my mother cunt and I could feel it 
being slightly wet and I knew that tonight she would be even more eager than 
the previous Saturday to get me in bed, we had both suffered a weeks 
abstinence due to her menstruation.

Emma didn't mind my hand intrude between her thighs from behind and for the 
first time I was able to feel her up! Smooth and closed, but maybe some 
wetness there too?

My finger had hardly made contact with my cousins cunt when aunt Caren called 
it time! Very disappointed I let go of the two pussies and this time my cock 
was a full-fledged hard-on when I walked back to my seat and aunt Caren 
didn't take her eyes off it for the whole time it was at display.

When Emma saw it her eyes grew wide and she smiled a little introvert smile, 
as usual mom and auntie looked at each other with the same smile they smiled 
whenever they looked at Emma and me.

The scene repeated itself a couple of times till Emma won.

"I can ask you to do anything, right?" she asked before she told us what to 
do. Our mother's agreed. "And you'll do it without objections?" Again it was 
confirmed. "All right the. I want you aunt to lie on the middle of the 
carpet." She waited till my mother lay on her back on the soft carpet. "I 
want you, mom, to kneel between auntie's legs!"

The two women looked surprised at her and then at each other but didn't 
object. My mother spread her legs allowing my aunt to kneel between them.

"And I want you Albert to stand on you knees behind my mother!"

Suddenly we all realized what it was she had in store for us. My cock jumped 
to attention almost hitting me hard in the solar plexus. Aunt Caren shivered 
a little and mom's nipples exploded into hardness!

Aunt Caren looked over her shoulder at her daughter.

"You know that this is dangerous, don't you? And you know why, don't you?"

"Yes, mom. I know. And I want it. You want it. I think we all want it. Now, I 
want you," she said to her mother, "to kiss, lick aunt Anne's p-p-pussy," as 
she said this she stood, came up behind me and just as her mother sank down 
on her elbows, presenting her ass to me Emma, rather awkwardly, took hold of 
my hard cock with one hand, gave it a gentle squeeze, reached over and opened 
up her mother's cunt with the other, drew me closer and positioned my hard-on 
directly at her mother's opening.

"So," she whispered. "Now, make love to her. She want's it!"

"And you?" I had to ask.

"Yes, yes. Me too," she said and kissed me as I forced my hips forwards, 
sinking slowly into my aunt's tight, tight cunt. I must say that it was if 
possible even tighter than my mother's! It took me four or five shoves to 
sink my cock all the way in her but once I had had my cock fully in her cunt 
it started to flow with a richness of juices and it became easier to move in 
and out in her and her ass pushed back at my intruding cock and her muscles 
clenched, rippled, twitched, danced around my stiff cock. She mound into my 
mother's cunt as she tongue-fucked her, making my mother jump and grind her 
pelvis against her sister-in-law's mouth.

Soon there were smacking sounds echoing in the room from two wet cunts. 
Moaning from four horny people. Emma too was occupied, holding my slimy cock 
when it emerged from her mother's squelching and when it again was fed into 
the wet pussy her fingers would leave it one by one and instead she would let 
her fingers touch my swinging nut-sack, not quite getting a grip on it but 
enough to make my cock harder and the little piece of muscle from my 
testicles to my asshole to clench and forcing a new feeling of wanting need 
into my mind.

I could see my mother's contorted face as my aunt ate her pussy. Her fingers 
dug deep into the soft carpet and she flung her head from side to side and 
when the feeling became too intensive she lifted her hand to my aunt's head, 
twined her fingers into aunt Caren's blond hair and forced her, if possible, 
closer to her crotch, her tongue deeper into her wet cunt.

I  wasn't allowed to enjoy the sight of my mother's lust-grinning face 
because Emma pushed my head sideways giving her access to my lips and she 
pressed her lips to my darted her tongue in between them and found mine and 
she sucked it into her mouth and moaned as she started to almost fellate my 
tongue and when my aunt's cunt clamped down hard on my cock it was too much 
for me and I could feel my scrotum tighten up as I shot my first load of hot 
sperm into aunt Caren's spasming womb and my hips shot forwards forcing my 
cock into her to the hilt mashing my sparse hair to her thick but matted and 
I didn't know that at the time, of course I knew something about the feminine 
anatomy but not enough to know that it was the age old instinct that forced 
my hips forward but I stayed pressed tightly to her as her muscles worked my 
shooting cock forcing it to fire its load deeper inside her as close to her 
uterus as it would reach. I had to free my mouth from Emma's because I became 
so short of breath that I otherwise would have passed out from lack of oxygen 
and as I faced forward again I could see my mother lay almost lifeless on the 
floor, aunt Caren's cheek was resting on her high mons veneris with my 
mother's juices smeared all over her face.

My cock was still hard as a rock when my aunt fell forward over my mother and 
finally she rolled over and the two mothers lay side by side with their legs 
slightly open giving their two children and unobstructed view of their 
swollen and wet sexes. A small rivulet of my sperm seeped out between aunt 
Caren's swollen pussy-lips and my mother's quim glistened with the wetness of 
the combination of my aunt's saliva and her own cunt juices.

I could hear Emma moan softly by my side as she too looked at our mother's 
shameless display. Unconsciously her hand sought for my cock and she found it 
without too much trouble and her hand glided along my stiff, slippery shaft.

I turned my attention to my cousin-girlfriend, faced her and looked her in 
the eyes.

"Do you want to... to?"

"Yes!" she breathed. "Oh god yes!"

"Are you sure? You said..."

"Fuck what I said! Do as I say now! Please. It looked soooo gooood!"

Slowly I leaned down over Emma. My cock pointed straight at the goal and when 
I looked down at the point where our bodies would join together I saw that 
her two long pussylips were clearly visible each one of them since they had 
spread and glistened in wet anticipation of my intrution. As soon as the head 
of my cock touched her pussy her body shook and her hips bucked up letting 
her parted lips kiss the tip of my cock. Slowly I pushed down on my cousin 
and while she panted and shook in anticipation I slowly drilled my stiffness 
deeper and deeper inside the tight sheath of her virgin pussy. After a couple 
of centimeters I found that it was impossible to get any further so I 
withdrew a little and again started to push my cock inside of her and again I 
came to a halt!

I heard rustling from our mothers and soon they lay by our side.

"She's a virgin," my aunt said quietly.

"Oh!" I said, not knowing what that had to do with anything. I knew of course 
what it meant but I didn't know why that was anything to comment on. Not now. 
Now that all I wanted was to sink my throbbing cock in my cousins pussy!

"You need to apply some force," mother said, explaining it all.

"Don't talk," Emma whimpered frustrated. "Just do it! Do it!"

"So, so, darling, he is going to fuck you. He just need some help, you both 
do. Now. Relax both of you. Emma lay flat on you back for a while and Albert 
you put your sweet cock out and in just as deep as it now. Don't try to get 
any deeper."

We did as she asked and soon Emma's breath became ragged and her hips were 
having greater and greater difficulty staying down on the carpet and soon her 
hips undulated and rotated trying to get as much pleasure as possible out of 
the little amount of cock there was in her pussy as possible.

"Now! Push as hard as you can!" aunt Caren whispered to me and I pushed down 
as hard as I could and with a tearing feeling (on my cock, I thought I was 
going to rip the foreskin and the rest of the skin of off my cock! It was 
excruciating painful and I shrieked out my pain just as loudly as Emma 
shrieked her.

"It hurts! Stop that! You're hurting me! Oh my god how it hu... Oh! Your all 
inside me! Oh god! So full! Oh darling!"

The arms that loosely had encircled my neck tightened and she drew my face to 
hers and she kissed me with dry, soft lips with no tongue.

"Oh... I think... it's feeling... good... yes! Oh so good!"

Emma started to slowly, a little hesitantly move her hips up and down as best 
as she could in the small space there was between me and the carpet. And in 
the time as the wetness sort of seeped down from the entrance of her pussy 
the tight grip it held on my aching cock the less it hurt and as soon as her 
pussy was fully wet I got the same wonderful feeling of being inside her cunt 
as I had had with my two previous women and with the subsiding of pain on my 
cock I too started to move, just as slowly and carefully as Emma and soon we 
were making love in deep, slow strokes and our bodies lay as glued to each 
other with only our hips moving. Our mother's snuggled up on each side of us 
and my mother put her hand protecting, and a little possessive, on my ass, 
squeezing it and slightly pushing it in rhythm with my own movements.

Emma's mother also busied herself with her daughter. Stroking her over the 
hair, kissing her and once I even saw that she put her tongue in her 
daughter's ear. Her right hand sneaked in between our bodies and cupped her 
daughter's sparsely haired pussy. One of her fingers trailed the length of my 
cock as it appeared and disappeared in her daughter.

"Huh? Mom! Oh Albert!" Emma whispered as her pussy became even tighter and I 
stopped moving in fear of the pain coming back as it tightened around my hard 
shaft but I hadn't needed to worry because the wetness and the elasticity of 
her pussy-walls only squeezed my cock in the same way as my and her mother's 
did when the had an orgasm and I understood that my cousin was cuming on my 
cock!

I kept fucking her slowly through her orgasm and after that she threaded her 
orgasms as pearls on a band and soon she was giggling and moaning and sighing 
as if she was singing a song to our love.

Finally I couldn't hold back my own orgasm anymore. Not that I had tried to. 
It was my second orgasm of the evening and it was bound to come a little 
delayed. I needed after all some time to reload. But suddenly I just exploded 
inside my cousin's cunt! I could almost feel my first load of sperm ricochet 
from the womb and splashing all along my shaft and then start to seep out 
between the tap that my cock formed in Emma's opening. I ground deeper into 
my cousin's vagina not wanting any of my sperm to escape and stray out of the 
route up to her womb.

As I fell down on my cousin's limp body my mother drew me into her arms and 
cuddled me, letting me gain my strength and breath. 

"Oh," Emma sighed. "I could fall asleep right now!"

"Why don't we all sleep in my bed tonight?" mother asked and Emma just 
murmured her approval as did her mother.

Mother drew the cover down to the foot of the bed and first Emma than me just 
fell down on the bed, both of us landing flat on our backs.

"Oh. Do you see my daughter on your son?!" aunt Caren asked mother.

"Yes. Isn't it cute?"

"Oh yes. I must kiss it. Kiss my daughter's virginity before it disappears 
forever!"

I lifted my head and looked down at my cock before it was hidden by my aunt's 
head and I saw some specks of blood on the shaft and a bigger speck around 
the base and then my aunt's mouth swallowed the head of my cock and the 
tongue tickled, sparkled and drove my soft cock to hardness and my aunt 
looked up at me over the swell of my chest and I could see a smile in her 
eyes.

"Well Anne, it seems as if your son is getting hard again. Do you want him or 
should I...?"

"No! Me! Me! I need him!" mom ordered and aunt Caren laughed as she withdrew 
from me allowing my mother to climb on top of me and without further ado sank 
down on my hardness and her pussy was almost impossible to enter because of 
it's constant contracting and pulsing. "Oh my god! I come even before I got 
that cock inside me!" she moaned.

I heard a soft moan from Emma and I glanced over at her and saw that her mom 
had sunk down between her legs and softly kissed the ravished little pussy of 
her daughters and Emma's hands rested on her mother's head as it bobbed up 
and down.

I tore my eyes from the mother and child love beside me and concentrated on 
my own mother who by now had lifted herself and sunk down again on my stiff 
cock in six or seven strokes and my hips had responded automatically to her 
movements. Now I let my eyes join the feast. Of the three women I had fucked 
tonight my mother's breasts were the largest, not that it said much about 
their size, they weren't that much bigger than Emma's newly budding tits. 
What made them bigger than my aunt's were the total lack of drooping. The 
nipples pointed proudly and stiffly upwards. Aunt Caren's nipples looked 
almost as if the were served on a small platter and Emma's stood straight out 
from her aureoles who were on the top of the cones of her tits.

Pussywise mom and Aunt Caren were similar. Rich wetness that didn't interfere 
with the tightness. Emma's I couldn't judge from just one fuck and she being 
a virgin at the moment.

I lasted for what seemed to be forever but only was about twenty minutes 
before I came in my mother's cunt and she pushed down so hard that I could 
feel the head of my cock bump into her cervix and her moans deepened when I 
did so and the she just fell down beside me so that I lay beside Emma with 
mom on the outside and Aunt Caren on the outside of her daughter.

"So," mom whispered in my ear before I fell asleep. "Aren't you glad that you 
asked Emma out for a date?"

I giggled my way into dreamland.

To be continued

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