Sister’s Dress Up Doll – revised
Kimmy wanted a dress up doll. She got one, and a pinch more
Kimmy wanted a dress up doll. She got one, and a pinch more
A Rockstar and a Journalist. A drinking game. This couldn’t end well, even if it had started out that way. Which it hadn’t.
Heyo, I’m SweetieBrit. I’m 19, and new to this site. My writing lacks the ambience of a real erotica, but I still hope you enjoy.
There will be a plethora of spelling mistakes, and grammar malfunctions. I also believe the spacing is wonky, but I will try to have that all fixed by tommorow night. Please bare with mw and enjoy the story. <3
How I was seduced by an older guy on the school swim team.
This is a real story about my incest with sister, I could not resist her beauty
Our marriage was on the skids until my wife role-played her fantasy of being my Dominatrix
Marion is a happy married house-wife living in a small town in 1950’s America.
10 Ways to Get Laid in Oakland, California:
Practical Aid for Young Heterosexual Males with Low Income and Average Looks
By Misha Firer
1. Writing Group
Rudimentary principle of engagement (hitched to the rubric “Writing Group.” Online resources: SF Station, Craigslist.com. Also, see 6): compensate the car-less and houseless loser-hood with fluffy verbatim of cult authors’ prophecies inspired by their consumption of lysergic acid diethylamide. Image: benign undiscovered genius. Dress code: shabby, but elegant. Don narrow-framed glasses, super-gel $15 haircut, don’t shave for three days, bring double-spaced personal essay (can be shoplifted from anywhere on Internet) as introduction. Look out for real geniuses; if on the premises, find another group. Useful resource: Stanislavski Principle (available in Oakland Public Library). Meeting one: locate the post-industrial-capitalism-bashing, bashful epistolary buff. Likely candidate would be: neo-gothic, unconscious in choice of clothes, kinky, prone to bouts of ennui, or/and depression. Meeting one conclusion: set up an email exchange for innocent flirtation. Suggested authors for borrowing snappy lines: Will Self, Martin Amis, Haruki Murakami (available in English translation). Meeting two: cement the melancholic, aloof image. Impress, impress, impress. Casually invite your pick to a reading by a famous fraud in your local bookstore (Diesel on Telegraph Avenue or Barnes & Noble on Jack London Square). Later on invite to a Mexican eatery. Downplay your lack of finances. Let your date pay for you. Remark on the margins: sentimentality equals pornography. Granted, gear bullshitting (intelligently lubricated) towards parental traumas that compelled you to start writing. Further suggestion: father abandoning pregnant mother. Possibility for dramatization: finding AWOL dad years later. Take a walk. Your carefully staged aloofness has just been paid off. Your silences speak volumes. From hereon let yourself be guided. She is thoroughly enchanted. Your stoic stainless steel aura is galvanized by sudden bursts of creative inspirations. Share them, although it’s against your nature. She has been chosen. Continue along the same lines with common sense, while heading for your artist studio. Probability of getting laid that night (statistic based on the author’s and four other individuals’ experience): 88%.
2. Coffee Shop
Average starting salary: $7 per hour (fluctuates in $1 range). Expect additional income in tips (anywhere from $5 to $30 per shift). Form of payment: paychecks. Requirements for application: rudimentary ability to provide customer service; minimum IQ coefficient 60; references (complimentary, not obligatory). You will be taught to operate espresso machine (a blind from birth first-grader would be able to master) and register (computer keyboard principle). Why you should be interested: 70-80% of employees are college-age females. Warning: sexual harassment proliferates; thus if you move impulsively in your courting efforts you will lose your job. Notwithstanding: solid profligacy on the working side of counter will encourage you. That said, it is strongly recommended not to hasten tempted by proximity of boyfriend-less, faux-sophisticated females in their late teens and early twenties. Remember: God (Christian, Muslim and Jewish) rewards those who are patient. But waste no time, do your research (it is also said that God rewards those who help themselves). Compile the list of your unattached co-employees. Carefully befriend each one. Advice: read Dale Carnegie (available in all bookstores and libraries of Oakland). Learn their interests (centered on TV shows) and use that information for all its worth for your innocent flirtations. Warning: be conscious of what you say, for rumoring is the most popular entertainment there. Your choice would be: a student of anthropology struggling to shoulder the tuition bills, undecided regarding the vector of her adult life, quiet, hard-working, but perennially grumpy for she definitely deserves a better-paying job. Your relationship with the manager is impeccably congenial. Thus you arrange to work on the same shift with your pick. Recommendation: invite her for the date no sooner than the third co-shift. Invite to an inexpensive, fancy-looking restaurant. Align your life hardships with hers (college unpaid bills, uncertainties in reference to the imminent future). You are both inflicted with the same dream-shattering-cruel-fucked-up-world syndrome. Reiterating statement: excessive sentiments equal pornography. Advice: be yourself, but more so, more like her. Chances of winding up in sack after the dinner: 75% (statistic based on the author’s experience and cases of at least nine individuals). If you fail, set up next date a week hence. Spend your work time inquiring into the dating prospects with other female co-workers whilst cementing your relationship of kin spirits with your initial pick. Observation: if the second date doesn’t wind up with carnality, the chances are you have blown it.
3. “Raiders” (contributed by Chip W.)
“Raiders,” our local Oakland football team has lost — if I’m not mistaken — fourteen games in a row, and yet it still has a substantial number of adherents. Here, in particular, I wish to concentrate on the female group of supporters (and I don’t mean cheerleaders).
I work in a downtown office, two blocks from the Estuary. I don’t remember how exactly I heard (or overheard) this interesting piece of scoring information, but in reference to it I’m a living proof of its effectiveness.
About four years ago, when the lofts peaked in architectural fashion and high-tech boom still promised eternal profits, they built a whole bunch of them on the outskirts of downtown, near Jack London Square. After the Dot-com Bubble popped, the lofts remain largely unoccupied. Except for one three-story concrete monstrosity (102 Jackson St., corner of 3rd St), which “Raiders” team purchased in order to provide temporary accommodations for their new players. Consequently it became Mecca for chicks that want to hit with big bucks. Come Friday or Saturday night and you can see an incredible amount of chicks milling around the building, waiting to be admitted for some action.
Here’s what you have to do if you want to get a piece of action for yourself. Procure a parking permit to park on the ground floor. It’s kind of hard, but possible. I hooked up with the proprietor (a very likable Norwegian) of the “America Ground” café located on the same block and “leased” his parking spot for $200 a month.
Here’s how it works. You’re one of the “Raiders” employees. You’re dressed in your office garbs. You drive an inexpensive car, no need for anything fancy. Slowly you near the building, stop and begin to fumble in your pocket or wherever looking for the remote control to open the gates to the ground floor garage (the Norwegian would kindly provide you with once you “lease” his spot). Immediately the chicks flock to you and ask, well, basically beg you to usher them in. You say, “Come on in, but I can’t promise you anything. The guys must be booked for tonight.” But those chicks are really desperate! You have a carful of boiling hormones and in you drive.
You park at some empty spot with white print that says “Raiders’ Management” and lead them to the entrance of the building. You tell them to wait by the elevator, while you go up and talk to the guys. The girls squeal happily, while you keep your cool. For you it’s business as usual. Ten minutes later you return and say, “No luck, girls. But tomorrow for sure. There’s an important game and guys will wish to relax after it. I guarantee to get you in.” You are their guarding angel. You have chosen them for this, ahem, privilege. Thus you need payment in advance. Naturally. And the chances are you
The catch is you can fool them once, twice, then this whole gathering has its eyes on you the fraud. So it’s not a long-term thing. But for a short-term, you’ll get more than you have ever hankered for!
4. Soccer
Locations: McArthur Park, Wednesdays 6PM; Ohlone Park Tuesdays 7PM; Piedmont High School Saturdays 12PM and Sundays 4PM. Reason: unisex teams. Level of players’ skills: zero to moderate. Requirements: very basic physical form. Ability to run: not obligatory, but complimentary. Knowledge of rules: will be taught on the premises. Equipment: sneakers, shorts, T-shirt. Cleats are encouraged. Don’t forget to bring drinking water. Tip: never forget to apologize loudly each time you lose the ball to the opposite team or inadvertently push/tackle/hit a player. Team spirit: moderate to high. Rules of engagement: just show up and articulate your wish to play. Author’s recommendation: Piedmont High School. Percentage of unattached female players: 40. Catch: you have to be 30+. Exception: two players below the age 30 are allowed for each of four teams. Complication: memorizing names of all players in your team (eleven by the rule, but the actual number varies). Why: while yelling for the “pass” it is handy to know the name of the person who currently is in the possession of the ball (also, see Dale Carnegie). Once you get a knack at the game (a less violent version of football only you use feet instead of hands), you will see how to get leverage with your female co-players. It is simple: always moon around the gates of the opposite team and wait for the ball. The person who scores the goal gets all the laurels. Average amount of goals per game from both sides: 4. Thus: double score = an absolute hero. Turn on: dribbling (ability to bypass the steam-rolling players of the opposite team), sweating (both smell and texture; T-shirt clinging to the body etc), panting (not too heavily), yelling on the run (killer line: “George, pass it on, for Christ’s sake!”). Best time to strike: on the break/at the end of the game. Quality of the female players: varies — sporty to lumpy. Competition: males are blissfully centered on the game. Multiple dating: guaranteed. Bed: close to 100% (statistic based on the feedback from twelve individuals including the author).
5. Lake Merritt
Parameters: S-shaped, diameter: 10.5 miles. McArthur Boulevard and Webster St. on the East, 10th Street on the West. Connects to the Estuary via underground aqueduct. Office buildings along the North side. Residential middle class neighborhoods on the South: your fishing grounds. Reason: lone female walkers. Competition: Discmen. Requirements: any outfit that can categorize you as “doing sports exercises.” Attention: do not approach joggers; they are the elitist group of amateur athletes. Turn off: cigarettes, glasses, hands in pockets. Turn on: glazed eyes, bared muscles (if you have none, refrain from wearing tight T-shirts), springy gait. Rules of engagement: say “hello” and proceed to speak about healthy way of life. Timely confession: how you changed your ill ways and got reborn through walking/jogging/running. Still better: organic diet. Resources: browse Internet for calorie accumulation/calorie burning data. Especially effective on: weighty walkers comprise 75% out of total number (statistic based on five individuals:). Your co-walker would be: in her late 20s/early 30s, college-educated, has a sedentary job, spends approximately 4 hours per day on the coach in front of the TV, sleeps approximately 9 hours per day. Your offer: walk together from now on. Reason: your man’s company is better than her Discman’s. Average number of failures before the initial success: 3. Perfect place to go on a date: café in the Organic Food Emporium on Shattuck Avenue. Also consider: kayaking in the Estuary, swimming pool on Telegraph Avenue, skating rink on 19th Street. Author’s recommendation: hiking expedition in Point Reyes or around Diablo Mountain. Note on the margin: from thereof she is all yours.
6. Craigslist.com (with contributions from Chip W., Derek L. and Lou B.)
What is it: five years ago, a young San Francisco entrepreneur had foundered an Internet site that featured employment, real estate and dating sections. Henceforth it expanded and now it is the most popular resource for classified ads in Bay Area. Why: because things date-wise are happening online, especially on Craigslist (granted you reside in Bay Area; population: 5 million people).
Chip W. “Basically there’re two options on Craigslist for a straight guy to get laid. There’s “Women Looking for Men” (for the romantically-inclined) and my favorite “Casual Encounters.” The latter features a horde of mega-horny and ultra-perverted males looking to fuck and pronto, please. If you decide to put your ad up on “Casual Encounters” — exaggerate, exaggerate, exaggerate. And even then you’re competing with approximately thirty m4f ads per hour (compare to two-three f4m ads per day). After reading these two-line masterpieces of sheer grossness, (example: “my engorged 7-inch dick will fuck your pussy, and if you have fewer than five orgasms in a row I’ll pay you a hundred bucks. Dublin area. Will travel within a seventy mile radius”) I’ve never even bothered to try. What you need here is patience. You got to perennially track down the brand new f4m ads from your job computer and immediately respond to them. Prepare a standard letter that you will send to each one of them. Plus take a digital naked pic of your body (face is not really required), so it would be at hand once you are asked for it. Misha Firer is a statistical buff, and he asked me to appraise the guys’ chances. The truth of the matter — it depends. Basically it’s all about your persistency. You got to work on it every day, especially concentrate on weekends. I would say, at least two weeks to secure first lay. But once you get hang of it, it’ll go faster. Who you are dealing with here are jaded divorcée professionals with extra pounds who lead an insulated lifestyle, either new to the area, or too disillusioned by its night-scene. Count on one-night stand. She probably won’t have any desire to see you again. I’ve gotten laid three times and quit, because I found a girlfriend (offline).”
Derek L. “I disagree with Chip regarding posting ads on “Casual Encounters” – it does work in a long run. He’s right though it requires persistency. Post any crazy-shit ad every day for a couple of weeks in a row and you’ll get responses. My first success was a teenage chick, a Lenney College student. She was a bit on the overweight side, but wild as animal. Pinned me down to the bed, worked me over. Awesome. Then I had a string of other “casual encounters.” It’s true you won’t meet a supermodel here, but you’ll get your share of fun. I like “Women Looking for Men” section better though. It has a human side. You hook up and converse for a while via emails. Then, telephone calling routine. This way, it’s more like a hunting game, if you know what I mean. Then you go for a date to a restaurant. Who you meet is, naturally, somewhat far less attractive than what you had imagined. Fantasy, my friends, is our greatest enemy. From then on it’s the ordinary reality-TV stuff. What I like though is that chicks write a goddamn vita curriculum in their postings. So you know who she is, whether she is worth spending your time and money on. I met my current girlfriend through “Women Looking for Men.” She’s cool. But before I met her I had imagined someone still cooler 🙂
Threads from “Romance” Forum on Craigslist.com
Chip W.: I agree with scientists in viewing romantic love as a composition of chemicals in the brain, having the same propensity and direct connectivity with sex. The former is nothing but a borsch of serotonin, dopamine and adrenaline.
Lou B.: Yes, and it serves an evolutionary function. There’s this ongoing competition read survival of the fittest for the female attentions. The female chooses a better-evolved male to bear a child. But females being human make mistakes, thus I think abortion is a very important prop for sustaining the principle of evolution. They say that current low rate of births is damaging society-wise. But I say it only strengthens society, because even if there are fewer children, they are genetically better.
Derek L.: That’s fascism, Lou. You are a fucking Nazi. Low rate of births is a matter of economics, not evolution. Personally, I think it’s pure selfishness.
Lou B.: Well, I can label you back. You are a sexist and a barbarian to throw in. You wish to relinquish individual conscious choice of a woman.
Derek L: Yes. Nature knows better.
Lou B.: You see, I told you – sexist and barbarian.
Chip W.: I think the greatest discovery of the 20th century was the discovery of the inexistence of soul. Our concept of romantic love is an atavistic leftover from our uncivilized past. One day, I believe, we’ll learn how to control “love” chemicals and everyone can be happily in love at will.
Derek L.: They had already invented it. It’s a drug called “ecstasy” (MDMA.)
Lou B.: Hey Lou, do you think women really believe in non-scientific love. Do they really believe in existence of “soul mate”?
Lou B.: Some do. Not that many. You see it’s hard to believe in it, when the social norms deny (even if indirectly) the existence of soul.
7. “Acupuncture & Massage Center”
Location: corner of 19th Street and Webster St. For whom it may concern: those who have abandoned hope to find a lady company for tonight/any night. How it may concern you: you can ask for a “special favor.” Note: fulfillment of “special favors” is not strongly encouraged by the management. Chances of being agreed on providing more than official service: 70% (statistic based on the feedback from seven customers including the author). Price of massage: $40. The massagers: foreign-born Asian women in their early and mid 30s. When to ask for “special favor”: at the end of séance. How to increase your chances: be courteous with the ladies, be well groomed (nice haircut, neat clothes etc.) Also: smile a lot. Warning: do not let them confuse you with an undercover cop. Thus: do not ask questions concerning the establishment, its management, workers’ country of origin and their status (legal/illegal) in America. Remember: the massagers are NOT obliged to provide you with any extra services. Suggested line of inquiry: “I still feel really tired and would like to have a more thorough massage.” If your massager concedes to your carnal desire, you will be escorted to the second (top) floor. There are two sparsely furnished rooms there. Payment: $100 for ½ hour. Suggestion: leave $20 tip – don’t burn bridges behind you. No’s: kissing on the lips, asking for kinky services (anal intercourse, spanking, watersports etc). Yes’s: straight sex with a condom, coming twice, body kissing.
Chip W. comments. “There’re actually six full-time brothels within four square blocks of that Massage Center. The total number of the brothels in the city of Oakland is mind-boggling: more than McDonald’s, Burger King and Wendy’s branches put together! Three days ago, on the way out of one of them (corner of 46th and Telegraph Avenue) I was spoken to by one of its clients, “Dead organics [a restaurant meal in this context C.W.] are at least ten times cheaper than live organics. Un-fucking-believable. Our great Western civilization is dead.”
8. Bar “Van Kleefe”
Location: 21st St. and Telegraph Av. Age of consent: 21 and older. Whom to expect: downtown workers relaxing after 9-to-5 routine, local artists, swinger couples, occasionally tourists. Note on the margin: the dining hall of seven candle-lit tables located behind the bar is a museum of random antique items (seventeen models of brass kettles set on a shelf; three-foot high bowling balls and six-foot statue of a Egyptian she-wolf seated on the floor; European paintings painted in oil featuring 19th century ships engaged in cannon-pummeling, smoke-blowing sea battles and newspaper clippings with pictures of three generations of torso-naked American boxers on the walls etc, etc). Atmosphere: semi-dark, intimate in a sinister way. Author’s characterization: fetishism of cultural displacement. Best time to come: Fridays. Why: swinger couples throng in droves (well, actually, in loose couples). Venue: a she-male Argentinean duo singing Celine Dion and Whitney Houston hits. How to avoid a fight with quasi-jealous, intoxicated husbands: know thy allies and listen to their directions. Your allies: an African-American, Ray Charles-imitating (dark glasses and everything) dude who checks your picture ID at the entrance; proprietor, a sleazy middle-aged Dutch (Ron Van Kleefe) with an eternal grin imprinted on his elongated face (check out his girlfriend: an ash blond with breast implants). Rules of engagement: offer to buy a drink, while carefully refraining from casting sidelong looks at the husband, who is consciously (but painfully) disregards anyone who hits on his wife. What you have to offer: variety to her monogamy. Advice: talk at ease; never mention the husband’s presence (who, the chances are, is hitting on the bartender). Beware: don’t go overboard — use common sense. Good, but somewhat stale, joke: “Are these singers men or women?” Remember: you are NOT hitting on someone else’s wife. This is NOT adultery, because both parties (husband & wife) do this in mutual consent. Best time to bid a retreat: 1AM (the bar closes at 1:30AM). Place of retreat: always yours. Statistics for getting laid: depends on your womanizing skills. Subjective note: you got to be a sucker to go home empty-handed.
9. “Lenney” College
Location: a square block with Surf St. on the East, 9th St. on the West; next to Alameda Tunnel. Why: because three campus buildings feature the highest concentration of females under age 25 in Oakland. How to apply: online. Check www.lenneycollege.com for details. Tuition: varies. Grants: available. Suggestion: you can enroll (high school diploma required) for concurrent studies. This way you pay only $400 per course and can take any number at will with no obligations towards accumulation of degree and at the same time you legitimize your presence on the campus. Warning: do not lose your head. Especially popular with/populated by minorities: African Americans, Philippine-Americans, Chinese-Americans, Latin-American-Americans. Your best deal: out-of-town wide-eyed teenagers. Note: there is a government-sponsored program for the children of farm workers to study at “Lenney.” Number: uncertain. Apply your urban, urbane polish. Note: many students can hardly afford to rent residential space without sharing with roommates. Think in terms of your privileges: car/apartment/knowledge of localities etc. Further note: it is a progressive college. Currently profligacy is at record high (see, statistical appraisals in Lenney College Library). All-time favorite activity of the students: get drunk on Bud light and have sex with nameless bodies. What you can offer: about the same as male students. But: you have more life experience. Suggestion: offer to help with homework. Level of studies: primitive. Notice: do not appear too smart or too obsolete. Places to strike: lecture halls, hallways, lawns (feature an incredible amount of bikini-clad tanning students throughout the day). Conclusion: possibly best place to get laid in town while following all the standard rules of engagement.
10. Piedmont Shopping Mall
Piedmont is a rich neighborhood located on the east ridge of the Berkeley Hill. It has its own municipality, and always has striven to disconnect itself (futilely) from Oakland, which has an ill repute of the most criminal town in Bay Area. Why it may concern you: desperate housewives who have workaholic husbands. Piedmont features a splendid two-story shopping mall, where the above-mentioned wealthy (and equally insouciant) housewives tend to congregate. Why it is the hardest call in this list: they are afraid to lose their wealth (or at least some of it) through infidelity. Requires: a lion share of guts. Thing/or two to remember: any one of them can bring sexual harassment charges against you without batting an eye (even, if you succeed to have consented sex); jealous husbands (or the detectives hired to monitor wayward wives) might be on the premises. That said it’s a temptation hard to resist. Why: women are exceptionally beautiful, they keep expensive (and equally successful) diets, exercise regularly, dress sharply, wear dazzling mascara. Average age: 30-35. Most have children. Another serious impediment: women also rigorously monitor one another for the sake of gossiping and/or blackmail. Tips for the brave ones: approach casually, coolly, confidently; do not project desire, put the emphasis on your relative pennilessness; have a ready explanation how you wound up in this mall (best bet: because of your job). Do NOT invite for a date. What you want is no-strings-attached string of encounters to build up a sensation of security in her. Be extremely careful, but don’t get paranoid. Use common sense. With equal probability this can lead you to a most glamorous night in your life or/and to a jail cell. Chances to procure a lay: no feedback from those who tried whatsoever. Attention: the Author relinquishes any responsibility for the results of your courting efforts with the Piedmont women in regard to its sheer unpredictability and possible legal complications. Note: the Author strongly discourages to try all those who are self-insecure and especially those who have foul temper (further no-no list available upon a request).
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What happens when you summon female Leprechauns?
This short story takes on the question of why all Leprechauns are male… sort of
THE CRACK OF DAWN
I’ve wanted to put this into writing for some time but I don’t really know how or where to start. So I’ll just plow right into it and try to tell the story of how the last few months have become the dirtiest, sleaziest, sluttiest, sex-filled and sex-fulfilled period of my life, and how good it all felt, the passion pumping, countless orgasms and doing so many things I’d never before dreamt of doing. And also how bad it felt at the same time, to learn I was such a fraud and a scuzzy tramp and nowhere near being the All-American mom with the All-American family.
First, a paragraph about me. My name is Dawn. Age forty-two, thin, 5’-5” tall, 120 pounds, nice perky tits that aren’t all that big but look pretty good, and the ass is nice and tight too, thanks to good genes and various workouts. Blond hair teased in a shoulder-length frizz, green eyes and long legs. I look more like early to mid-thirties, or so I’ve been told. I have two kids: Ryan, 22, and his sister Gina, 21. Their father and I divorced when they were in middle school. After Dad left we were a pretty close family unit, and Gina and Ryan were very close considering they had lots of the same friends and being so close in age. Gina looks like me, with similar size and shape and is a senior in college. Ryan is tall and athletic, with brown hair and gorgeous baby blue eyes, and is nearing the end of his studies to become an architect. With them off to different schools and me on my own, we’ve all drifted apart some in recent years.
I’ve dated a few men off and on, but there was never any magic and they usually didn’t click very well with the kids. Once the kids were off to college I dated a few younger guys but that got old pretty quick. I am a manager at an art museum and there is never a shortage of young bohemians who want to score with an older chick. But I have a hard time staying interested talking with a young person who can’t name the four Beatles.
So as you can see, for a number of years my life revolved around kids and work, and sex was often an afterthought. The story I’m about to tell you…how I entered this depraved, whorish, mad-fucking stage of my life…began a few months ago.
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I have a friend named Ronni. There is only one way to describe Ronni: black and beautiful. She’s an inch or so taller than I, thin and athletic, and her tits put mine to shame, bigger versions sitting straight up firm and high. She also has a shoulder-length frizz, but hers is not created in a salon like mine, hers is what she calls ‘ebony chaos’. I find it stunning. I’ve known her for years, but we’ve become closer over time due to our similar interests. She works for one of the museum’s vendors so we’ve had plenty of interaction, which led to us seeing each other socially. She is also divorced and has a son who goes to college on a basketball scholarship.
One of the things I liked about Ronni from the start was that she was so easy to talk to. She didn’t have a man in her life…evidently her ex was a loser and she was glad to be rid of the man problem…so we bonded easily. We started meeting for a drink every week or two at a local pub and would talk about just about anything…it was okay to say anything to her and she’d be right there with me. We’d look at the young guys at the pub and quietly joke about them, were they any good in the sack, their penis size, their hideous shirt, the stupid hats they had on their heads backwards, whatever. We’d laugh at them and flirt with them at the same time, just harmless fun. We’d laugh it up, then say good night and go home.
We talked about everything. Relationships, family, ex-husbands, guys we’d dated, you name it. While I’d tried relationships with younger guys that didn’t work out, Ronni tended to just go the one-night stand route and just pick up a young guy when she was horny, get her needs taken care of and move on. Gradually as we became more comfortable with one another, not to mention a drink or two or three, the jokes about the young men we’d see at the pub became more and more graphic.
One night we were seated in a booth and saw a clean-cut, good looking kid at the bar checking us out. Tall, blond handsome type, big blue eyes. Joe College.
“You know what we ought to do?” she said. “Take that boy home and fuck his lights out.”
I was shocked when I heard her blurt this. It was new ground for us. “What? You can’t be serious,” I said. “He’s probably our sons’ age.”
“That don’t make no difference, girl,” she replied, shocked at my naïveté. “Every young man’s fantasy is to go to bed with two women. Shit, I bet that boy would go home with us right now and agree to paint my house if he could fuck the two of us!”
I felt myself blushing, so I took a gulp of my drink. “You have to be kidding, that boy?”
“Could be that boy, could be another, whoever. I’m just saying. You want to take him back to your place, have our way?”
Ronni could tell I was embarrassed. She said, “Oh girl, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. It’s just here we are, two hot lookin’ salt and pepper cougars sitting here, young eyes always checking us out… they probably all wanna fuck us…and we always goin’ home alone. Seems like if it’s there for the takin’, we should take it. I say we go for it. What about you?”
I chuckled uneasily and demurred.
She glanced at her watch, it was getting late. “Well, let me tell you. Usually girl’s night is girl’s night, but tonight I’m making an exception. I don’t need a steady man in my life, I had one of those and it didn’t add up to much. But I do like some young cock every now and then and that young man, who probably has one, is making eyes. If you won’t help me out I’ll have to do it on my own.” She took a pen out of her purse and began scribbling on a cocktail napkin. Then she said, “I was hoping to fuck both of you, but I guess I’ll have to settle for college boy one-on-one.” Then she leaned toward me and kissed me on my mouth. “Good night, Dawn,” she said. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”
She rose from her chair and walked over to the young man and handed him the napkin. She said something, and then he looked up and nodded. She touched his arm, said something else and turned and walked out. Fifteen seconds later the kid slurped down the rest of his beer and followed her out the door.
I hurriedly finished my drink and called the waitress to pay our bill. I had goose pimples on my arms, felt a nervous, confused twirl in my stomach. I wasn’t sure if it was caused by my shock at how easily she had picked up college boy, her kiss, or her saying she hoped to fuck me. I drove home in a daze, confused, surprised, jealous, embarrassed, turned-on and sopping wet. Once home in my bed I closed my eyes and masturbated and fantasized about what might be going on in Ronni’s bed. I fucked myself.
—
“I’m sorry,” she said when she finally called the following night. “I’m sorry I ran out and made you uneasy. But I needed to get laid, you know? But anyway, you didn’t miss much, sista, that boy didn’t know what he was doing. Some bonehead jock with a little dick and zits on his shoulders. Finally I just used his face for a dildo ‘til I came and then sent him on his way. What a dink!”
“You just told him to leave?” I asked.
“No, girl, I just walked out. I didn’t take that boy home, if I did that I’d never get rid of him! I booked a room at the Best Western right down the street from the bar. Was hopin’ to get you down there too but that didn’t happen.”
“I’m sorry.” That was all I could think to say.
“You sorry alright, that’s for sure,” she replied. There was a pregnant pause. Then she continued. “Look, I’m sorry too, but sometimes I get horny and need to get off. Last night was one of those nights. I’m sorry if I offended you.”
“I wasn’t offended. I guess I was just taken by surprise. I liked your kiss.”
“You did? Oh Thank God, Lord knows I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long.”
“You have?” I asked with genuine surprise.
“Girl, what planet are you living on? I’m been comin’ on to you and dreamin’ about sinkin’ my face into the crack of Dawn for I don’t know how long! I know you’re not a prude, so what gives…”
There was another long pause. Then Ronni said, “Listen Dawn, sit tight, I’m coming over. I’m bringing drinks.”
I sat tight.
—
“So you’ve never had sex with a woman?” Ronni asked as she poured our daiquiris from a plastic jug. We had resumed our discussion and were seated side-by-side on the sofa. “But you liked our kiss?”
“No, I never really had sex with a woman, I always had a boyfriend. Fooled around a little, that’s all. But yes, I liked your kiss very much,” I said. “When I got home I masturbated thinking about you and that college boy. But mainly about you.”
Ronni liked that. She went on to tell me that every now and then she’d rent a hotel room and then go out to a bar pick up a young guy, sometimes two, and take them back to the room and take them around the world. Then she’d leave.
“But last night…” she said. “ I planned on it being both of us. I thought if we could share a man maybe we would…” Her voice trailed off. “May I kiss you again?” she asked. Yes!
We kissed, her large mouth taking me in, our tongues plunging, dancing, swirling, our arms clutched, our bodies close. I felt my nipples harden against her, I felt my pussy swell. I felt her hand between my legs.
When our lips parted I said, “I should have been with you last night…”
“Yes!” she said. “I wish you had been there. It would have been fucking awesome.” She started talking dirty. “You ever eat pussy and get fucked at the same time…?”
“Kiss me again,” I said, pulling her face to mine.
We kissed long and deep. It felt good. Our hands roamed a little, I felt her breasts and fine ass but I was still so uptight. Ronni was smoother, and as the kiss went on her hand eased open my pants, her fingers parted my slimy lips and massaged my underused clit. I adjusted my hips, aiding her access, helping it happen. Her fingers delved deep inside me, pulling out an orgasm that had been buried inside me forever and I came with a gush.
I shuddered and shook as I recovered, and Ronni covered me with kisses. She tried like hell to get me naked and into bed but I resisted. What had happened was unexpected and wonderful but I was uneasy… What was next? I’d fucked a number of guys before but this was uncharted waters for me, this was a woman! Ronni was disappointed that she didn’t get me in the sack, but she seemed to understand. She told me just to do what felt right, what felt natural, it would all work out. There’s no instruction book.
We shared a long kiss at my front door and I felt her firm breasts pressing into mine, her hands squeezing my ass. As she was leaving I already knew we would be lovers. I just had to get used to the idea.
About twenty minutes later I was getting ready for bed and the phone rang. It was Ronni and she asked me out on a date, dinner on Tuesday night. I accepted of course.
On Tuesday she picked me up and we had dinner at a nice seafood restaurant, with nice easy conversation about just about everything except what was happening between us, and some nice piano music as a backdrop. After dinner we walked down by the lake and sat on a bench. We held hands and kissed a couple times. When she took me home we kissed goodnight on my front porch. I asked her in but she said no, not tonight, the time wasn’t right. I asked her when the time would be right. She just said not to worry, that when I was finally ready for some black pussy we’d both know it.
Then she asked me out on another date. Friday night, I’ll pick you up at seven. I said fine, what are we going to do?
“It’s a surprise,” she said.
—
“So where are you taking me?” I asked after I’d gotten into the passenger side of Ronni’s sedan and we’d kissed hello.
“Girl, We’re going to a party. A party guaranteed to get our love buttons enlarged.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“It’s a sex party. Anything goes. You can watch or get involved or jerk off, whatever makes you happy. All girls. Well, mostly all girls, anyway.”
“What does that mean? I don’t know about this…”
“Oh come on, Dawn, you gonna love this. Big bunch of women, all ages, watching male dancers gyrate around taking off their clothes and flopping their dicks in our faces.”
I laughed nervously and said, “I swear you are a bad influence on me!”
“Well, God knows I’m tryin’ to be, if you’d just cooperate! Let it go, girl, this will be fun.”
She hauled my ass over there and we went inside. The place was pretty big, a meeting hall of some kind, with some rectangular tables filling up with females of all ages, shapes and sizes. We got a pitcher of drinks at the bar and took them to two seats on the end of one table near the left side up front.
In a few minutes the houselights dimmed, the spots came on and the pulsating music began. Strobe lights flashed. Then out onto the floor came Batman and Robin. In full costume from their masks to their capes to their gloves to their boots. And they were incredible dancers, swerving and curving to the raucous beat. All the girls were hooting and hollering at them, moving with the beat, shouting out all kinds of encouragement and a list of all the things they’d like to do to them. After a few minutes of that they jumped down from the risers on the other side of the room and Batman pulled an embarrassed middle-aged woman out of her seat and walked her up to Robin. Soon this lady was unsnapping some until-then unseen snaps along Robin’s side, and in a heartbeat, off came Robin’s shirt. A hundred women screamed. Then Batman danced over our way and when he was about ten feet away he pulled a young ebony hottie up by the hand and she helped him out of his shirt and now we had two topless superheroes dancing at opposite ends and all the women were getting louder and hornier.
“All right,” Ronni shouted, “Batman likes the sistas! That is one twerky motherfucker!”
Soon, across the way Robin’s tights were coming off with help from a chunky blonde and soon he was dancing only in a mask, a cape, and his boots. Oh, and a skimpy, stringy, black and white striped thong that barely contained what looked to be a rather large slab of meat.
But I soon lost all interest in Robin because now Batman was just four seats away and his tights were being peeled away by a young Asian girl. Once the tights were off, Batman was reduced to a mask, cape, boots, gloves and…his little black and white-striped thong. And dangling on a string from the front of the thong was a whistle! Stripped down, Batman was dressed as a referee! Well, that Asian girl burst out laughing but in about a second and a half she was on her knees in front of Batman and was blowing his whistle. Soon there was whistling coming from over in Robin-land too. Batman eased closer to our table and soon another gal was blowing, then a third, a fourth and so on. Batman was kissing one girl, another one was blowing his whistle and a third one was running her fingers all over his bare ass. And Batman kept moving to the beat with sexy agility.
My eyes were on his little referee suit, because it was obvious Batman was very well-endowed, and his meaty mass was growing inside that little pouch. And of course before long some chick was brave enough to yank it off and out popped his massive member. It was only half erect but still it was huge. As we watched, he moved toward us while receiving various kisses and licks, and soon his cock was long, thick and hard. I’d say Batman was about five-eleven or maybe six feet tall, but he was thin and that rod looked like a horse dick on his lean frame. He paused before an embarrassed-looking woman on the other side of Ronni. The woman touched the purple monster tentatively, then gave it a dainty kiss and backed away. A woman behind her handed her a twelve inch plastic ruler. She measured him and held the ruler up for all to see, her finger marking it somewhere between nine and ten inches, and the girls cheered and applauded. Then Batman was standing right in front of Ronni.
He was shaved clean, and above his cock, slightly to the right was a tattoo of a woman’s lips. Ronni reached over and touched him there and rubbed gently. It was real. As the music pumped and the crowd watched and waited, Ronni looked up at Batman standing before her and held up one finger, asking us all to wait a second. Then she reached into her purse and brought out a lipstick, opened it and slathered it on her plump lips. Ruby red. Then she handed it to me.
Then Ronni took his cock in her hands and looked up at Batman’s face. He gave her a little nod. Then she pressed her face to his groin and kissed him. She did this three more times, on his thighs and scrotum, each impression of her lips a shade lighter than the last. Then she grabbed the lipstick from me, reapplied it to her lips, and handed it back to me. She looked at me, pointed at the lipstick in my hand and then touched my lips and winked. Then she started licking that long dick up and down the shaft. Then she took it into her mouth.
I watched with amazement as she sucked him. Amazed at how she could take something that large into her mouth. And I tensed up. I might be next!
Inch by inch that cock disappeared into her mouth and throat. Girls were screaming encouragement over the loud music. Ronni’s hands were on Batman’s ass and Batman’s gloved hands were behind her head. Only two inches to go.
Batman’s hips swayed gently as he swung his groin into her. Then suddenly he put a little extra into it and pulled her head toward him and there she was, her lips resting on his skin, his whole cock inside her mouth and throat. They grinded into one another for a moment or two, and then gradually he pulled his train out of the tunnel and everyone around was screaming and broke into applause when they saw that monster re-emerge from her mouth. There was a bright red ring around the base of his cock.
Ronni looked at me and smiled. I must have had eyes the size of saucers because I felt like I was in a daze after what I’d just witnessed. That was the biggest turn-on I’d ever seen and my panties had just been filled with a river of juice and my jeans were soppy wet. I just wanted to take her home so she could put her sexy mouth on me.
“Your turn, girl!” she said. She took the lipstick from my hand and applied it to my lips. “You gonna suck Batman!”
Batman sidled over in front of me, his cock in front of my face. I put my hands on his hips and asked him to turn around. When he did I pulled his ass to my face and ground a hard kiss into his left butt cheek. Then I kissed him again on the right. He had two red souvenirs from Dawn. The girls hooted and loved it.
Then that big cock was right in front of my face. He moved closer, I took it in my left hand and kissed it, licked it. Then I put my mouth around the head, took in an inch or two. I wasn’t going to try and do what Ronni had done, I’d probably choke and die if I tried that. Ronni had one hand between my legs and the other massaging my back. I reached down and squeezed her hand as I felt Batman’s gloved hands behind my head, pulling me closer, and I felt another couple inches of his cock slip into my mouth.
I reached for him and grabbed his ass cheeks with both hands, my fingertips in his crack. We developed a rhythm together, his mid-section swinging back and forth, his cock swinging in and out of my mouth , going in pretty far, maybe six or seven inches, then back out, and again, over and over, me giving him head as best as I knew how. I was thinking it must be a let-down to him after Ronni, but he seemed to be into it.
Inadvertently my middle finger slipped into his asshole, and with the cadence of our movements, with each thrust it slipped a little further in. Then the thrusts became harder, and my finger went deeper. I became aware of the crowd clapping and chanting to our rhythm, GO-GO-GO-GO-GO-GO, so I became bolder and sunk my whole finger into his ass and let it dance. Then I realized, oh shit, I’m not sucking Batman’s dick, I’m not giving Batman a blow job, I’m not giving Batman head! No, it’s some kid with a big dick and a Batman suit and he’s fucking me in the mouth! And I’m finger-fucking him in the ass!
I rammed my finger into him harder and squeezed his ass and I felt his hands tighten behind my head and I could feel his hot swelling in my mouth and knew he was ready to come.
And come he did. With a groan we all could hear above the music he released his load into my mouth, six, seven, eight spasms…
Ronni put her mouth to my ear and said, “Don’t swallow all of it, Baby, save some for me!”
I loved her for saying that. Just as I was starting to feel like a totally used and abused slut, she made me feel good about it. I couldn’t wait to get her home and tear her clothes off with my teeth!
When the kid was done shooting his Bat-wad into me and had removed his Bat-rod from my mouth, I took my finger out of his Bat-hole. I looked at Ronnie and parted my lips slightly so she could see my mouthful of Bat-cum. Girls cheered. Ronni smiled and wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. Our lips parted and our tongues glided in the slippery nectar, and then she sucked some of it into her mouth. When we both swallowed another loud cheer erupted.
Then unexpectedly Batman leaned down to me and french-kissed me, thumbing my hard left nipple in the process. Then he did the same with Ronni, and before he left he said something into her ear. Then he started dancing over to another table.
I realized Ronni and I were holding hands. “Can we get out of here?” I said. “I need to get home and fuck my new girlfriend.” I had cum in my pants, cum in my mouth and cum in my stomach. Now I wanted to find out what it felt like to have Ronni come in my face.
“Girl, you’re a damn mind reader!”
We visited the ladies room before leaving and I asked Ronni what Batman had said to her at the end.
“He told us to bring a condom next time!” she said.
As we were leaving we glanced over at the ongoing action. Robin was sitting on a table facing a gray-haired woman seated in front of him and she seemed very busy, her head moving up and down mechanically, sucking him. Looked like she was bobbing for apples. Seated next to him on the table was a well-shaped redhead. She had one hand on Grandma’s head and the other around Robin’s back. She wore a zipper dress that was unzipped almost all the way down. She wore nothing underneath. Robin was sucking her right tit. I could see her strawberry patch pubes from where we stood.
“Ooh, look at Batman now!” Ronni said. “Condoms. We gotta bring condoms.”
Batman’s bare ass was swinging pretty good, back and forth, as he slung his pole into the pussy of a busty brunette. The girl next to her alternated between sucking her nipples and sucking his.
“God I want you!” I said to her.
She kissed my lips. “Been wanting you forever, girl,” she said. “Tonight’s the night. I just sucked Batman, now I’m going home and eat Wonder Woman!”
—
That night I made love to a woman for the first time. We were barely inside my front door and that ebony fox attacked me, and devouring me. Our tops were off by the time we reached my bedroom. Ronni started unhooking my jeans.
“Girl, you look hot as hell in these pants, but it’s about time they came off.” I sat on the bed as she began yanking them off of me. “I see people staring at your crotch, men and women both, looking at the crack of Dawn, pussy lips pushing at the fabric, trying to get out, ass crack plain to see. I am so ready to tear you up!”
She tossed my pants on the floor and stood right before me and looked in my eyes. Her hair and her eyes looked wild. She was naked above the waste, her ample, firm breasts in front of my face, her nipples hard. There were beads of sweat above her upper lip.
I reached for her pants and unsnapped them. I pulled the zipper down and eased her pants to the floor. Her red thong was soaked. I pressed my nose to her sex and smelled her funk through the saturated cloth. I kissed her thong then lowered it and she stepped out of her pants.
She moved a little closer, her dark, heavenly body standing before me, her shaved chocolate sundae inches from my face. Her black hole beckoned. Our time had come.
Ronni dropped her hand to her inviting snatch and said, “Baby, I’ve been wanting to give this to you for a long time.”
I scooted a little closer and kissed her right below her navel. She let out a little moan. I trailed kisses from her stomach to her thighs, circling ever closer to her glistening gash.
“I looked up to her and said, “I don’t want to do anything wrong.”
“Don’t worry, lover,” she said. “It’s all good.”
I ran my tongue along the inside of her lips, tasted her seasoned tang. She tasted good. I did this a number of times, then buried my nose inside of her and pushed. She whimpered and her torso shook. Then my lips moved to her clit and surrounded it.
She groaned. “Ooh yes, baby, you know what to do,” she said. I felt her hand behind my head pulling me close, felt her groin start a gentle sway. I stuck my hand in my pussy, which as wet as Ronni’s, and raised my finger to her buttonhole and pushed. It slid right in all the way.
She reached one hand behind her and placed it over mine to help me ream her, guiding me, gently and deeply. She pulled my head to her crotch and pressed her crotch to my face. Soon her twat, my face and my finger found a perfect syncopation, and our rhythm quickened.
“My god, girl you are a natural,” she said. “I Love looking down and seeing your sweet vanilla face eating my chocolate fudge!”
Our speed increased, and I was quivering as I kneaded her tool and fingered her and licked her and I was close to coming but I kept at it.
“Oh shit girl, I’m gonna come girl,” Ronni moaned. “I’m gonna come big. Then I’m gonna have you girl, suck you dry, baby. I wanna fuck your ass with my tongue!”
That did it. I came like I never had in my life. It shot out of me like a geyser, splashing over Ronni’s legs and dripping to the floor.
“Holy shit girl, was that you? Damn, you’re like a fucking fire hose, what you doing, trying to put me out? Vanilla Fudge baby, we are ughhhhhh……”
She came in waves, her cum splashing my face, filling my mouth, seeping out of my mouth and nose. She didn’t loosen her grip on my head or hand until she was well out of her throes, so only then did I remove my body parts from hers. We collapsed into each other’s arms on my bed and kissed long kisses for a long time.
But all that was just the calm before the storm. That was what Ronni called ‘Vanilla Fudge’. Well, what happened next I would have to call ‘Chocolate Shake’! It was like going to Coney Island and riding the Cyclone. Fucking her was like trying to fuck an electric slinky.
She licked me, she sucked me, she fucked me, she kissed me, she chewed me, she screwed me, not an inch of my body, inside or out, was left un-fucked. She moved like an anaconda, wrapping herself around me and under me and over me and through me and coming out on the other side of me and always finding another piece of me to arouse. And yes, she did fuck my ass with her tongue, and I’m happy to say I returned the favor…twice.
What a night. Starting off with sucking Batman, and wrapping it up with a wild ride on a black snake. Well, I shouldn’t say night…we didn’t get out of bed until noon the following day, and when we did it was just to eat something and bathe. But we started up again in the bath. Ronni decided she wanted to see me with a hairless pussy, so she shaved me, and after she did, of course she had to try it out. So she did, and of course I came, and then she wanted to sit on my face, and one thing led to another, back in bed and she didn’t leave until early Monday morning, just in time to rush home and get ready for work.
—
For the next few weeks we spent a lot of our spare time in the bedroom, and stayed together on the weekends. But Ronni still wanted to fuck men too, and I agreed. So Friday nights became boy toy night. We’d get a hotel room and then go to a bar and pick up a young buck or two. It was so easy. We’d find one we both liked and we’d invite him back to the room, fuck him silly, then we’d clean up and fuck each other the rest of the night. And somehow, the sex with Ronni always seemed wilder and more intense on the nights after we’d shared some cock.
Then Ronni called me on the phone at work one Wednesday morning and told me she had good news. I asked her what it was. She hesitated, said she wasn’t sure she should tell me or I might wet my pants in the front.
“Well, darling, don’t make any plans for this Saturday night. You and me got a date.”
“What?” I asked. “What are we going to be doing?”
“What are we going to be doing?” she asked. “We are going to be fucking Batman, that’s what we are going to be doing.”
She went on to tell me that she had learned where the party was being held and had arranged a reservation for two.
“And, I’m going to pick up a pack of rubbers on the way home!” she added.
—
We planned our wardrobe carefully for Saturday night. I wore a sexy red chemise that I knew I looked hot in. Ronni wore a skirt with a sleeveless, cream-colored t-shirt with BACK DOOR GIRL written on it. We wore panties but we both hoped they’d be coming off.
“Dawn, you look good enough to eat,” Ronni said. “I might have to fuck you myself before we ever get to see Batman!”
“Oh, no you won’t!” I said. I looked in the mirror. I have to admit that I did look ready to fuck, and I wondered out loud about how I’d turned into such a slut.
“You’re my slut, girl,” Ronni said, and she kissed me. Then we put on our lipstick and were on our way.
—
When we arrived at the party we saw it was a different, more intimate setting than the previous party. There were different type of chairs and tables scattered about, and comfortable furniture, a bar with seven or eight stools on the right side. There was a small stage set up near an exit door so we got some drinks and sat down on a sofa to wait for the show to begin.
“I guess they’ll be coming in through that door over there,” Ronni said, pointing behind the stage. “Probably out there double-parking the Batmobile as we speak.”
After a while the show started. With music blasting and lights flashing the dynamic duo danced into view. They went through their rituals of undress to the delight of all the ladies. Then they were down to just their masks, capes, gloves, boots and yes, their thongs, and the whistles started blowing. Soon enough their bat-poles had popped out of those thongs and into girls’ mouths. Batman had already had his fat, hard penis between three sets of lips by the time he worked way over to us. Ronni had no trouble getting his attention right away.
“Look what we got, Batman!” she screamed, holding up a condom.
He recognized us, and came over and stood right in front of us with his erect monster in front of our faces. Ronni wrapped her big mouth around that cock as she ripped open the condom package. I saw the tattooed lips next to his cock and I leaned in and kissed him twice on his groin, leaving my bright red lip marks on him.
Then, I don’t know what happened, but I became bold. As Ronni was putting the sheath around Batman’s swelled manhood, I pulled up my dress, whipped off my panties and handed them to him. There it was for him, my wet, shaved cunt, his for the taking if he wanted it. He put my panties on around his neck.
And he took me. He pulled me up by my arms and sat me on the wide arm of the sofa and I leaned back. The angle was right and he lifted me slightly and moved my dress up above my ass in back. He was in position so I grabbed his cock and guided it into me.
“You go, girl!” Ronni screamed. “Fuck her good, Batman! Fuck that pussy. Then you can fuck this sista up the ass!”
Batman was one hard fucker. I thought he was going to ram me through the back of the couch. He slammed me over and over and we were both grunting with every thrust. I came with a rush, and he kept poking me until my spasms had been reduced to sweaty quivers. Then he surprised me. He put his lips to mine and kissed me, his tongue in my mouth.
He slipped his tool out of me and Ronni didn’t miss a beat.
“Here it is, Batman, “she yelled, unzipping her skirt. “Nice piece of black booty for ya, already lubed up and ready!”
So Batman assfucked Ronni and girls were screaming like it was Beatlemania all over again. As big as that cock was, no one could believe her asshole could take it all in. But she did, and there he was, fucking my girlfriend in the ass with my panties around his neck. Little by little that nightstick disappeared into her, and after a few minutes of him fucking and her screaming various filthy obscenities his dick finally re-emerged with a load of his cum dangling from his cockhead inside the condom.
When we got home later that night our lovemaking was ferocious and dirty and funky and nasty and terrific. In the morning the bedroom smelled like pussy and the bed was soaked.
—
The next weekend Ronni and I were out at a pub shopping for boy-toys but we had to cancel those plans when we ran into my daughter. I hadn’t seen Gina for a while, and of course she’d never met Ronni, so she joined us for drinks. We talked and caught up on things, although I didn’t elaborate on the nature of my relationship with Ronni…I’d save that for another time. She talked about her studies, her activities, and the normal fare. I asked her if she’d talked to her brother lately and she said no, not really. Neither had I, I said, but that’s nothing new of course. Typical Ryan, always did do his own thing. When we parted I told Gina to call or stop over when she had time, maybe have dinner.
After Gina had left, Ronni said, “Damn, Dawn, your daughter is hot! Almost as hot as her mama! Does she do girls?”
I told her to behave herself.
—
The next afternoon I received a call from Ryan, the first one in a while. He asked how I was doing, what I’d been doing, and so on, and I did the same. Then he said he needed to get a couple of things that he had stored in the basement, and could he come over and pick them up. I told him sure, anytime. He said thanks, and he’d be over in a couple of hours. I told him that would be fine, I’d be here.
When he arrived we hugged and kissed hello and I asked him if he’d like something to drink. He said okay, so I fetched us a couple of iced teas from the kitchen. I sat on one end of the sofa and he sat in a rocker to my left. We made some small talk, he told me about school, exams, and how ready he was to get out. In a few weeks he’d finally be an architect and not just studying to be one. Then, out of nowhere, he dropped a bomb on me and I swear the floor shook underfoot.
“So, Mom, how’s your girlfriend?” he asked.
It’s amazing how four simple words can make your stomach feel like it has ten pounds of cement in it.
“What do you mean?” was all I could stammer.
“Your girlfriend. The foxy black babe. How is she?”
The silence was deafening. I was at a complete loss for words.
“You have good choice in women, Mom, I’ll tell you that. How long has…”
“It just happened,” I interrupted. After a long pause, I repeated, “It just happened.”
I looked up at him, his eyes burning into mine. “Of course I would have told you and Gina. It’s all still pretty new to me.”
“Well, I’m cool with it, Mom, if it makes you happy. You deserve to be happy.”
“Really, Ryan? Oh thank you. We’re not lesbians, we both like men. We’ve known each other for years, and I don’t know, she was coming on to me and I was too dumb to even know it. And then, gradually, somehow…” My voice trailed off.
I asked him, “How did you find out?”
After another awkward pause he said, “There’s something of yours I’ve been holding onto that I need to return.” Then he reached into his pocket and the second bomb was dropped.
He placed my panties on the table between us. The same panties that I’d last seen hanging around Batman’s neck.
I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands. “Oh my god!” I cried, “You are…you must think I’m…” I then burst into tears, sobbing. “I’m so sorry….you must think I’m some kind of whore…”
I was shaking all over as the tears flowed out of me. Ryan was quickly beside me with his arms around me, trying to console me. He kissed my cheeks and forehead and hugged me, calming me.
“Mom, mom, it’s okay, stop crying. It’s okay, there’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“But I’m your mother, and now you must think I’m some kind of…”
“Shhhh, Shhhh,” Ryan said. “I’m serious, calm down. I was afraid you’d think I was some kind of male whore for doing what I was doing. The Batman thing is something I got into last year on a whim and kept with it because the money is just so damn good. Not to mention the fringe benefits. But seeing you at those shows were a couple of the most exciting moments of my life!”
I looked in his eyes. “I mean it,” he said. “Look, my whole life growing up, I was the kid with the hot mom. All my friends would come to the house just hoping to stare at your tits and ass, they all had wet dreams about you. Shit, even I did.”
“You?”
He smiled. “Oh yes,” he said softly. “I always wondered what it would be like. And when I saw you at the parties, I knew it was you and I could you didn’t know it was me. And it turned me on. When you covered me in lipstick kisses I didn’t want to wash them off. And your mouth, the way it felt… I couldn’t hold back, my legs almost buckled from the pleasure.”
“Ryan, please…”
“I’m not trying to embarrass you, Mom. You are a beautiful woman, and I wanted you as that woman. The second time when I saw you in that red fuck-me dress and you took your panties off I thought that was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen, and wow, my hot mom is not only doing a black girl, she shaves her pussy too! I almost came right then, and I knew you wanted me and I wanted you.”
He put his lips to mine and wiggled his tongue into my mouth. I pushed him away.
“Ryan no, we can’t…”
“We already have! Mom, we can’t undo what’s already been done. We’re consenting adults here. It doesn’t make any difference if it’s once, twice, or fifty times.”
“Ryan, it’s incest. It’s not healthy…”
“Come on, Mom, get real. It’s not like I’m twelve years old and you’re damaging me for life. I don’t want us to make babies. I just want … I just want you.”
He kissed me again. I stiffened at first but then relented, and parted my lips to receive him. I recognized the kiss, I’d felt this kiss before, only now he didn’t wear a mask. It was a long kiss, a kiss between a man and a woman, not a mother and son. I thought to myself: I must be insane, I was going to let this happen.
I felt his hand move to my hard-nippled breast and it felt good, I didn’t try to stop him. My hand found its way to his hardened cock.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I said.
He took me to the bedroom. He was already shirtless and we rushed to disrobe the rest of the way. He kissed me again hard and then took a lipstick from the dresser and started smearing it on my lips. I finished the application. I knew what he wanted.
“Kiss me all over,” he said.
I finished the application and gave him what he wanted. I left a trail of sherry red lip prints from his neck to his nipples and southward to the tattoo near his handsome crotch. I licked the length of his cock and kissed his balls. I took one in my mouth and sucked it in. He moaned with pleasure.
Then he threw me on the bed and had his way. I learned the difference between fucking someone and someone really FUCKING ME. He fucked like a god. He was the farmer and I was his field. He dug me, he raked me, he plowed me, he planted me and he seeded me.
I sucked that beautiful cock. I couldn’t get all of him in my mouth but I got most. I sat on his face and he ate my hot tamale until I came. We fucked twice, and in between his mouth went crazy on my tits. He was rimming my ass when my cell phone rang. It was Gina but I didn’t pick up. She could leave a message while her brother’s sperm swam inside me.
I was lying on my back with a couple of pillows under my butt with Ryan’s head between my legs and as I was checking the phone his tongue plunged into my ass. I squealed and squeezed his tongue with my sphincter. As I checked my message his tongue stabbed me, reaching for the depths of my ass.
Ryan came up for air and said, “I’m going to fuck your beautiful ass.” He jumped up and went to the bathroom.
“Oh no, you don’t,” I said. “That big fat thing will never fit in my skinny tight ass!”
“We’ll make it fit,” he said, returning with oil.
I checked my message while Ryan lubed his cock as well as its destination.
“That was Gina,” I said. “She’s coming over in about an hour. So hurry up lover boy!”
I don’t know how long it took, but we pushed and pushed. I massaged by clit into a frenzy and he had maybe half of his dick inside me when I came. He kept driving, a little at a time, and a few minutes later he let out a crocodile groan and I felt his hot load discharge, stream after stream. His tremors lessened to quivers and he was kissing my neck when we heard a loud knocking and the front door opened and Gina yelled, “Hello! Anybody home?”
Ryan was in me deep and nearly broke his dick off pulling out of me. “Oh shit!” I said, scrambling for my clothes.
“Coming, honey!” I called. “Be right there!”
I threw on a t-shirt and pulled on my pants. Ryan’s cum was dripping down my leg.
“Who’s shirt is this?” Gina called.
“Oh fuck!” Ryan whispered. He had taken his shirt off and dropped it on the way. We heard her rummaging around and then her footsteps barreling down the hall. He scrambled to get into his pants but it was too late.
We had left the bedroom door open and Gina was now standing there.
“Oh my god! Oh Jesus, don’t tell me!” she cried, her hands on her face. To Ryan she yelled, “You’re fucking Mom? You fucking bastard!” And to me, louder: “And you’re fucking my brother?”
There was no point in trying to lie, we were busted. “Honey…”
“Don’t ‘honey’ me, goddam it!” she yelled. “You tell me to come by and see you and this is what I find? You’re standing there with nipples the size of walnuts jabbing through your shirt and your hair looks like a tractor ran over it. And you! Pulling up your pants trying to hide your ten inch boner? Look at you: it looks like some ten dollar hooker walked across your body standing on her lips! This is fucking disgusting! What’s the matter with you, Batman, getting blowjobs from forty girls a night isn’t good enough for you so you turn your mother into your whore?” She sat on the bed and started crying.
Ryan walked over and sat beside her. He put his arm around her and said he was sorry.
“So, are you and Mom going to get married, start a family?” she babbled, sobbing.
“Gina, please… We’re sorry.” There was another pause as she sniffled.
“This room smells like an elephant’s whore house,” she said.
That cracked the ice a little. We started chuckling, and then Gina did too.
Ryan and I started to explain. How I had happened to go to a Batman show and had “participated”. And how with all the excitement and noise and flashing strobe lights I hadn’t recognized him.
“She came with her girlfriend,” Ryan said.
“Girlfriend?” she replied with disbelief.
“Yeah. Foxy black chick.”
“Ronni? You’re fucking Ronni too? Damn, you’ve been busy.” Then she asked, “So, what about today?”
“My fault,” Ryan said. “Won’t happen again. Mom was so upset and felt so bad when she found out I was Batman that I tried to console her. I hugged her…kissed her…one thing led to another. I’m sorry.”
She wiped her eyes and blew her nose into a tissue. “Was she good?”
“Gina, please…” Ryan said.
“Is she better than me?” I thought she was going to start crying again, but she didn’t. She looked at Ryan and said softly, “I miss you.”
They hugged each other and Ryan said he missed her too. They kissed. Then Gina looked at the confused expression on my face.
“Whose lips do you think are tattooed down there?” she asked me, touching Ryan at the exact spot.
A third bomb had just been dropped.
They told me their story. They had begun having sex with each other when they were in high school. They’d always been close but bonded even more after the divorce. It started slowly when one of her friends said she liked Ryan and was going to fuck him. The next week it happened and Gina secretly watched, and was amazed and jealous. Jealous of her friend and amazed at his cock. She started flirting with him. When he turned sixteen she gave him a blowjob as a birthday present. Three days later he went for his driver’s test and she promised him another one if he passed. He passed his test and she blew him in the basement while I was in the kitchen fixing dinner. She said the meatloaf tasted like Ryan’s cum that night. But the third time is what kicked it into high gear.
She gave him a coupon. This part was inspired by me she said, as I was a coupon clipper. She wrote it by hand and gave it to him. It was written on notebook paper and read:
FREE MASSAGE. This coupon entitles Ryan to a free full body massage from Gina. NSA.
When Ryan received it he laughed and put it in his pocket, but a couple days later he redeemed it. She told him to strip naked and lay face down on her bed. Gina oiled him and rubbed him up and down from head to toe, first his back, then his front, and it culminated with her going down on him until he came. Then she kissed him on the lips for the first time. After that Ryan took a paper out of the pocket of his jeans that were hanging on a chair and handed it to Gina. It was a coupon for a free massage from him. She redeemed it on the spot. She stripped and for the first time they were naked together. He ran his hands over her body, top to bottom and back to front and then he ate her pussy until she came. When Gina couldn’t stand it anymore she pulled his head to hers and they kissed deep and hard. Then she asked him to fuck her. So they fucked and became lovers.
They had sex often throughout high school, usually five or six days a week, even when they were dating others. According to them, they did it all, all the time, often right under my nose, and a few times were almost caught. When Ryan went to college she visited him a couple of weekends his first semester…I remembered this…and slept with him. When he came home for the Christmas holidays they fucked every single day, often multiple times. This went on after Gina went away to college until about a year ago when Ryan started the dancing and they became estranged. She couldn’t accept that. She was in love with him.
By the end of their story they were holding hands. Ryan said he was planning to quit the dancing soon anyway because he was graduating. He’d miss the money, but he’d missed Gina more.
We ordered a pizza and afterwards I asked them if they would like a drink or something. Gina said, “Mom, if you don’t mind, I think I really just want to go to bed.” They retired to the spare bedroom.
I took a shower and changed the sheets on my bed, then called Ronni. I didn’t tell her any of this, just said the kids were over and it had been a long day. The bed in the other bedroom was a squeaker, the headboard was a banger, and Gina was not quiet in the sack. I finally fell asleep listening to my son and daughter fucking up a storm on the other side of the wall.
—
In the morning I whipped up a big breakfast of eggs, pancakes and sausage and then went to their bedroom door. I heard lips and skin slapping and quiet groans. I knocked on the door and told them breakfast was on table. They found their way to the kitchen, both with wet, disheveled hair, and devoured the food. Then they told me they were leaving. Together.
They were in love. Their plan was to move away together to somewhere no one knew them. He graduated a few weeks later and they stopped over before they left town to say goodbye. Ryan’s truck was loaded and Gina was going to leave her car in my garage until they were settled and could arrange to come get it.
“Well, Mom,” Gina said, “Thank you for everything. Sorry for what we put you through, and sorry if I called you some nasty names…”
“Honey,” I said, “That’s all behind us. Let’s just say you have good taste in men and leave it at that.” I winked at Ryan.
“Well, I think we both do,” she said. She looked at Ryan. “Let’s show her, Baby.” She went to Ryan and began unfastening his jeans.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“We want to show you something.”
She pulled Ryan’s pants down to his knees. Underneath he wore a skimpy black thong chock full of his talented custard launcher. I suddenly realized that this was the first time I had seen it flaccid. Then Gina moved his meat aside and pointed to a second tattoo right next to the original.
“It’s your lips!” Gina said. “I took a picture of him with your lip prints all over him and we had a tattoo made. Cool, huh?”
“It was her idea,” Ryan said.
“Is it real?” I asked.
“Of course it’s real. Go ahead, you can touch it. It doesn’t come off.”
I touched it, rubbed it a little. It was real. Ryan pulled up his pants.
Gina continued, “And I told him, if he ever decides he wants to fuck another woman the only one he can fuck is you! But only if I can watch.” Then she took out a lipstick and rubbed it over her lips.
She stepped toward me and kissed me on the cheek, grinding her lips into my skin. Then she kissed me with her open mouth, her tongue slipping into mine. I have to admit I felt a slight tingle between my legs.
Then we said our goodbyes and as they were leaving she said that I should come visit them for the Christmas holidays. I said maybe, and to let me know when they found a place.
After they left I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at Gina’s lips on my cheek. I decided to leave it on there for a while.
I fixed a drink and sat on the patio and waited for Ronni to come over. I thought about what Gina had said, about watching us, and about visiting them for Christmas. She hadn’t mentioned the sleeping arrangements. But the way she kissed me, could it be wants to watch us, or maybe she wants a three-way under the tree?
But then, Ronni had mentioned her son Darrell would be coming home for a week or so at Christmas. Maybe it would be fun to experiment with a young black man. He’s only nineteen but he plays college basketball, he must be pretty good putting it in the hole.
Ronni arrived and exclaimed, “Who’s been kissin’ you besides me, girl? You cheatin’ on me?”
I’d forgotten about the lips. I laughed and told her it was my daughter.
“Your daughter? You kiddin’ me? Where else did she kiss you?”
I told her to fix a drink I had a story for her. I didn’t plan on it, but I told her everything. When I was finished I asked her what she thought.
“Well, girl, there’re two things I think. Number one, I think you ought to write this story down. It’s too fucking out there to ever get published, but you ought to at least send it in to one of those sex story websites. A lotta folks will get off of that one!”
“What’s number two?”
“Number two, I think you and me need to grab ourselves a couple lipsticks and get our naked asses into bed.”
We put on our lipstick and kissed each other all over our bodies, put in on again, kissed, again… Our bodies were literally covered with lips. We took a few pictures just for fun. We looked like vanilla fudge with hundreds of cherries on top. By then we were aching for it and the anaconda came to life and I rode the black snake.
Ronni treated me to a Chocolate Shake.
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As I pulled in the driveway I was about to hit the button to raise the garage door when I remembered Nancy was most likely parked there. My daughter-in-law had been staying at our house whenever her husband, my son Todd, and I went out on our seminar tours. A rape and burglary had taken place a few doors down from their house last year and she was still nervous to stay home alone when Todd went out for an extended period.
I parked in the driveway, turned off the engine and just sat back. I needed to go inside and talk to my husband but I was not ready for the talk yet. He was not expecting me for another week so there was no hurry. Frankly I was not looking forward to it. There was going to be a lot of anger. I didn’t know if my marriage could withstand it.
I looked around the neighborhood. Except for one house all the lights were off. That house belonged to the busybody of the neighborhood. She was most likely sitting by the window, wondering why I had not gone in yet. She probably was also wondering what I was doing here in the first place at 1 in the morning. I had started driving as soon as the seminar finished for the day. Todd stayed behind and I drove alone. Fortunately it was Friday so I had the weekend to recover and not too long a drive.
And so I sat thinking. So much had happened in this last year. It’s hard to believe it has been a year. It was all so easy in the beginning. How did things get were they are now?
A year ago Todd and I were giving a seminar at the one of the state university campuses? We were teaching business management techniques to the university professors. It had been a long week. Half the professors thought the class was useless, had no practical application to what they did and the other half thought it was great.
It was Friday afternoon, the end of a long week and we, my son and I, would be staying the weekend and working with another group of professors the following week before we would have a chance to go home and relax for a few days.
The room had finally cleared out, it’s amazing how many questions some of these teachers can come up with, when my son came up to my side. He is such a handsome boy, correct that, young man. I shouldn’t be calling guy 6’ 2” a boy anyway. Several of the younger female professors had hit on him the past week, a couple of the older ones also.
“Hey mom, how about we grab a bite and I’ll take you out for a drink. There is a bar right around the corner from our hotel that a lot of the kids go to. They have a band. If you are good I’ll spin you around on the dance floor”.
I thought about it, it was enticing, “I don’t know honey. You showing up with an older lady, one old enough to be your mother”, I said with a laugh, “that’s going to cut out any action for you”.
Todd actually blushed. “Oh Mom. You’ll fit in fine. You look like you would be one of these girls’, he paused and smiled, “older sister”. Then the smile was replaced with a blank look, “I don’t need any action here. I would just like to have more at home”.
I started to ask what he meant but decided to keep ‘mother’ out of it when he quickly began putting papers away in his briefcase. Maybe I should go out for a drink later. He might open up without my prying. “Okay, you talked me into it, but I think I’ll pass on the dancing”.
We had a light dinner that evening and walked over to the bar. It was definitely popular with the University crowd. A band was playing and a small dance floor was full. I wasn’t too out of place. There were quite a few people around my age there. The older men were probably there to hit on the college girls. I recognized many of them as professors at the University: again, they were probably there to hit on the University girls.
Todd and I found a spot to sit and over the course of a few drinks we enjoyed the music, the band was actually pretty good, and watched the dancing. I think both of us were feeling a bit lonely and not ready to go back to empty hotel rooms so we nursed our drinks and watched the action, listened to music. We talked off and on. It finally came out that he and Nancy had been barely having sex the entire past year and he was getting frustrated. I thought welcome to my world. I was used to getting it on a regular basis when I was home but for the last year my husband seemed disinterested. I tried to explain to Todd about a woman having less of a sex drive after having a baby and that it would get better but he had already heard it.
“Mom, this started before the baby came. It was even before she got pregnant. We had been trying so hard for a couple of years and then in the course of a month we went from constantly to once or twice a month. I tried to talk to her about it but she didn’t want to talk about it. She just said things would get better. And now it’s been a few months and she is talking about getting pregnant again but I don’t know how that’s going to happen”.
He took a long drink, finishing it and added, “You have to have sex to get pregnant”.
“Give her some time. Having a new baby is a lot of work and if she wants another she knows the two of you will have to, uh, get together more often”.
Todd just nodded and ordered a couple more drinks for us and then fell silent.
Most of the action was not on the dance floor. It was amusing to watch the age-old game. Guys, young and old, in the mating dance: birds strutting around, fluffing their feathers, trying to attract the female while the females sit back, pretending to ignore them. I was about to lean over and ask Todd if he was ready to go back to the hotel when two young things walked up to our table. One of them asked Todd if he would like to dance with them while the other, just too good looking her own good, gave me that ‘what is this fine looking young man doing with an old lady like you’ look.
Todd looked at me, hesitated, and then looked back at the girls, “Thanks ladies, but my mom and I are just having a quick drink. We’re going to be leaving pretty soon”.
The girls quickly turned to me, and the one for whom I was beginning to develop a dislike said, “Your mother, how sweet. You don’t mind if your son dances with us for a bit do you”?
Now I really did not have a good reason to dislike her, other than the low-hip pants she was wearing, showing a lot of hip bone, and I knew she has to shave her pubic hair as it should be showing an inch or two, or the short floppy top she had on where if you leaned down one inch you were staring at the bottom of her perky tits. No, I did not have any reason to dislike her at all, but Todd was with me. He was mine for the evening. Was I getting jealous? I wasn’t sure but I knew Todd could use some fun. I turned to him and said, “Go ahead Todd. Have some fun. I still need to finish my drink”.
Before Todd could say anything the two girls pulled him out of his seat and dragged him out on the floor. Todd, always a bit self-conscious, started slowly but in less than a minute the three of them were really enjoying themselves. I thought the girls were grinding against him a bit too much.
They stayed out on the floor for a couple of numbers and then Todd went with them to their table. He motioned to me that he was going to have a drink with them. Todd sat at their table with one of the girls on each side. I watched as they talked animatedly, waiting for their drinks.
I looked around the room, bored, listening to the music and waited for Todd to finish. Now that I was alone I was antsy to leave. In one corner I noticed a table with two girls and two guys. It was one of the few tables that had a tablecloth. The two girls seemed to be arguing about something to the amusement of the guys. It was too noisy and too far away to have any idea what they were arguing about but it provided the only drama in the room. After a few minutes of arguing and pointing back and forth at each other one of the girls looked around the room and then slid down off her chair under the tablecloth. Just for a moment I wondered what she had dropped. Then it was obvious when the guy next to her got a goofy grin on his face and slouched down in his seat. Just thinking about it my face was getting hot and I was getting the beginning of that tingle between my legs.
When I looked back at Todd’s table I saw the girl, who was destined not to be my best friend, put her hand under the table on Todd’s thigh. He was saying something to the other girl and did nothing to stop the action under the table. I could feel the anger build up in me. Who did she think she was, putting a move on my guy, well my son that is, right in front of me. As I watched, waiting for Todd to do something, the girl turned towards me and saw me watching. I could swear she smiled. She moved her hand up until it had to be right on Todd’s dick and then turned back to Todd who was still talking to the other girl. And then my mind took a wild turn, I wondered what it would be like, feeling Todd’s cock get hard in my hand: getting hard because I was rubbing it. Stop it. You are just horny. Your son is not the answer. But then I thought, if he wasn’t, then maybe I didn’t understand the question.
I was just getting up when I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Cheryl”. Oh crap. It had to be the one jerk in our class. He was good looking, had charm, but knew it. I had no doubt he used it on all the girls in his classes, and probably had much success. “What a surprise to see you here. I would have guessed you went home over the weekend”. He motioned to the empty chair beside me, “May I join you”?
Unfortunately he also had clout at the University. I forced myself to smile and nodded, “Gary isn’t it? I’m going to be going in a minute, but until then”.
“No, it’s Grayson”. I saw a flash of irritation just for an instant on his face as he sat down. I knew his name but another professor had told me it was a good way to get his goat. He put his charming smile back on his face and pointed at my drink, “Can I get you another one”?
I shook my head, “I’ve several ahead of you. I’d better stop while I still can”.
I looked back at Todd. The girls were sitting right up against him now, and while the one girl was very noticeably rubbing his cock under the table, the other girl, while I was watching, took one of Todd’s hands and pulled it over and rested in on her thigh. She was wearing a very short skirt. I was surprised when Todd did not move his hand away. The girl must have expected Todd would take the hint and take it from there because after a minute she reached back under the table and pushed his hand higher, up under her skirt. Apparently she was of the impression that my son was a gynecologist.
“Todd seems to be getting lucky”. I turned around at the words. Grayson was looking over at the table where Todd was sitting. Then I felt Grayson’s hand on my thigh; pretty high on my thigh in fact. If I wasn’t of the opinion that his pen had been dipped in just about every inkwell on campus I could have been tempted. Just watching the girls with Todd was getting me hot.
Just as his hand began moving even higher I slipped my hand under the table and sank some nails into the top of his hand. It must have hurt, I heard him suck in his breath. “You should remove that before I leave you with a bloody stump”.
Grayson quickly removed his hand. “I just thought that you might be lonely, what you being out on the road all the time, and would like some company. Why else would you be here. No disrespect intended”.
I looked around the room and back at Grayson, “I’m fine. I think you will have better success out there”.
Without another word Grayson got up with his drink, nodded to me, mumbled something that sounded like ‘frigid bitch’, and went over to another table where several girls were seated. They must have known him and made room for him to sit down.
I looked back at Todd. The one girl was still rubbing his dick like it was a rabbits foot and she needed all the luck she could get. I was surprised she did not have it out of Todd’s pants by now jerking him off. Maybe she had, it had been a while since I last looked. The only thing saving him right now might be that their table did not have a tablecloth. Though it did not look like he was asking to be saved.
The other girl now seemed to be searching for something in Todd’s ear with her tongue. Todd was just slouched back in his chair with his eyes closed and one of those goofy guy grins on his face. His eyes opened slowly and he looked up to see me, across the room, watching what was going on. He pulled his hand from under the one girls skirt and pushed the other girl’s hand away from his cock. He spoke quickly to the girls and began getting up. They were pissed. They had some time invested and it was all going to waste. But they were young and had the right tools. They would find another opportunity in a minute or so.
At Todd walked towards me I noticed he was having some difficulty walking. It took me a moment to figure out he was trying to conceal his erection. Either that or his balls were so swollen he was trying to keep them from exploding. I didn’t want to stare but I would have given odds that if I did, and the light was better, I would have seen a wet spot on his pants.
When he got to my table I stood up to meet him. Before I could say anything he said, “I’m sorry mom. It just got out of hand. Don’t tell Nancy okay? I won’t do it again. It’s just that it has been so long and the attention felt good”.
“Well I don’t think it was the attention that felt good. And no, I won’t tell Nancy. You have to be careful on these trips. Sure it would feel good to have some sex but you don’t know what you might pick up to take home to her”. And then, before I could stop myself, the words just came out, “If you are that hard up for sex you should just come to me. You know I’m in the same spot. We could help each other”. Oh, fuck. Did I say that out loud?
Todd had a stunned look on his face. He didn’t say a thing.
“Oh honey, I didn’t mean that. I’m just a bit frustrated and I’ve had way too much to drink. Let’s get out of here”. I turned and started walking to the door. Our hotel was just two blocks away. We walked side-by-side, staring straight ahead, not saying a word to each other. A couple of times I looked down, alright, I was curious. The bulge was still in his pants.
Our hotel was a suite hotel; each unit was two bedrooms separated by a living room/kitchen. We went inside, still not talking. I went straight into my bedroom and sat on the bed. What was I thinking? What is Todd thinking of me? Oh God, he’ll never speak to me again. I should go and talk to him. No, he’s probably in there jacking off thinking of those girls. What could I say anyway? Tomorrow I’ll think of something. I’ll say it was the drinks. No, if he brings it up tomorrow I’ll pretend I don’t know what he is talking about. With that impeccable logic all thought out I got ready for bed. It was summer and hot out. I did not like running the air conditioning, hotel air conditioning always makes me feel stuffy, so I pulled the covers down and got in bed naked with just a sheet on top of me.
I lay there, images of the girl rubbing Todd’s cock still going through my head. I tried to blank it out but I kept imagining the feel of his cock on the palm of my hand. Then I remembered the feel of Grayson’s hand on my thigh, now wishing it had gone higher.
Around 2 AM I had finally drifted off to sleep when something woke me. The little bit of light coming in around the drapes let me see Todd standing beside the bed near my shoulder. The window was behind him so he was in silhouette; just a dark shape. There wasn’t enough light to be sure but I sensed he was naked. It was just a little bit of shine coming off his body. The line of his shape was smooth, it had to be skin, not clothing. I didn’t say anything, just reached out to him. My fingers touched the skin at the top of his thigh and then slid up to his hipbone. His skin was hot to the touch. I slowly moved my fingers over until they moved into his pubic hair. Todd did not move. I lowered my hand and found he had a huge erection and wrapped my fingers around it. I don’t think I’ve seen my son naked since he was six or seven. I would not have imagined his cock this big. I moved my thumb around the head; it was wet, slick. His cock twitched in my hand and I responded with a squeeze.
Todd finally spoke haltingly, “Did you mean it”?
I didn’t say anything. With my other hand I took the top of the sheet and slowly pulled it off to the side, baring my body to him. I could not see his face but I knew there was enough light behind him for him to see me. As I watched, his head moved as he looked down my body. A feeling of guilt suddenly passed through me. What am I doing? This is my son. Then, just as quickly, the thought vanished. With my knees pressed together I slowly brought my feet up towards my butt, lifting my knees in the air and then spread my knees apart.
Humans are noted for rationalizing to allow them to do things they know they should not do. As I lay there, naked in front of him: waiting for him to do something I thought, I’m helping his marriage. He isn’t getting it at home and will do something out here he will regret and destroy his marriage. I’m saving him from girls like those two at the bar. Or, he’ll catch some disgusting disease and take it home. I’m actually helping. I focused on that, not the itch I wanted scratched.
He had stood there so long I was beginning to think he was going to walk away and leave me like this. I gave a little tug on his cock and Todd responded by getting up on the bed. He moved over above me, his hands outside my shoulders. I spread my legs wider as he put his knees between them. I let go of his cock and let my hands slowly move up his stomach, to his chest and finally to the top of his shoulders.
The combination of drinks, the hand on my thigh and watching the girls grope Todd had me ready. I just wanted to get fucked, and soon. But I had kind of expected Todd to be reluctant if not totally reject me; well I wasn’t totally prepared for the rejection but I did expect to have to coax him along. After all I’m his mother. What young man would want to fuck his mother when all these young women are all over him?
I was very, very wrong. Once Todd’s legs were between mine he lowered his body until it was just barely touching mine: his chest brushing my nipples. They were so hard it was almost painful. He still had most of his weight on his hands and knees but I could feel his the head of his cock sliding up, pushing up the inside of my thigh, feel the wet trail it left behind.
When the head of his cock finally reached the lips of my pussy he barely hesitated, just pushed into me hard. In one stroke he was completely buried inside of me. Later he told me he was in such a hurry because he thought I would change my mind. As soon as he was inside of me he lowered his body on me, pressing me down into the bed, my chin at the top of his shoulder, and began in earnest; long hard strokes. The feel of his cock completely buried in me, his body repeatedly pounding against the inside of my thighs, the slap-slap-slap of his body slamming against mine: that familiar heat began building in my stomach. I opened my legs as wide as I could and brought my knees up to his side. I wanted him deeper in me if it was possible. I moved my hands down and tugged at his butt trying to pull him deeper into me.
Todd groaned, pushed hard in me and held it. I wanted to tell him, beg him, to wait for me but it was too late. Without pulling back he again thrust hard against me. I knew the first torrent of cum was released in me. A half second later he pushed hard again, followed a second later by a smaller thrust, and again and again for a few seconds, each thrust getting weaker. I could visualize the thick, white, milky cum emptying from his body into mine. I missed not having my orgasm, but it still felt fantastic just the same. It satisfied that first initial feeling of lust in me, but I wanted more. Besides I thought, he’s young. He’ll be ready again in a few minutes.
We lay there, our breathing slowly returning to normal. I lowered my feet to the bed but my thighs were still spread wide, held there by his body between them. I could feel his cock slowly began to deflate. It still felt good inside of me. I gave him a little squeeze with my pussy but no good deed goes unpunished, it only succeeded in pushing his softening cock almost out of me.
“So, which girl were you fantasizing about while you fucked me: The girl with the death grip on your cock or the one trying to get to your toes through your ear”?
“Neither, I was thinking about you. You are hot mom. Don’t you know that? You are prettier than them. They’re just younger, that’s all”.
“Oh come on. You had two beauties trying to fuck you right there at your table. You don’t have to flatter me. You are already on top of me”.
Todd turned his head to me. “Should I get off”?
My arms were wrapped around his back. I had moved them from his butt to hold him tight to me when he began cumming in me. Now I gently caressed him from his shoulders to his butt and back. “In a minute”.
“I’m sorry Mom”.
“Sorry for what”?
“I just jumped on you. I was just thinking of myself. I didn’t even think about what you might want. It was just everything that happened tonight and it’s been so long since Nancy and I had sex. Oh Christ. I didn’t even think about Nancy. And Dad, he’ll kill me when he finds out”. Todd hesitated before adding, “And I guess should have asked before cumming in you”.
“Honey, first of all, I enjoyed it. It’s just what I needed”. I gave his butt a little slap, “Next time though, you will go a little slower and think of your partner. And second, this was just between you and me. Nancy does not need to know. I’m not going to take you away from her. We are just satisfying some needs that are not being met. Third, I don’t think you could have stopped to ask, but it was fine for you to cum in me. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It certainly felt better than the last time you were in there. And finally, fourth, this was just between you and me. Your dad does not need to know. He has not been filling my need lately. You filled me just fine”. I said the last with a smile, filled me, drilled me indeed. “But now you are getting a bit heavy. If I haven’t missed something perhaps you should roll off me”.
Todd rolled off to the side and we both lay there. “Do you want me to go back to my bed now”?
“That’s up to you. If it’s all the same though, I don’t mind if you sleep here with me”.
I turned over on my side, facing away from Todd, to go to sleep. I did not want to be looking at him if he decided to go back to his own bed. I felt the bed move and then Todd’s body against mine as he snuggled up against me. He moved his hand up under my arm and then across my body. “You said next time. There’ll be a next time”?
“Yes” I said. “But let’s get some sleep for now”.
We stayed like that for a few minutes before I felt Todd’s hand move up from my stomach and cup my breast. It felt so personal, a finger brushing against my nipple and then taking the entire breast in his hand. A few minutes before he was on top of me, fucking me, cumming in me and now I feel like a little girl getting her first titty grab. I felt that tingle begin again. I was about to turn over to get on top of Todd and scratch that itch when I noticed Todd’s slow breathing. Just like a guy; fuck your mother and drop off to sleep. Well morning would come soon enough.
In the morning a finger tracing around and over my breasts awakened me. As I tried wiping the sleep from my eyes the finger started moving lower. Todd cupped my mound in his hand, his fingers gently caressing the lips of my pussy. “You sure take a long time to wake up”. The tingle was back, assuming it ever left.
Todd leaned over to me and ran his tongue from the underside of one breast up to the nipple. Then he pulled his hand from between my legs and, using both hands, pushed my breasts together. He leaned forward again and took both of my nipples in his mouth. I put my head back on the pillow and groaned. Todd let go of my breasts and started to move between my legs.
“Oh no you don’t”. I pushed him onto his back and quickly got on my knees on top of him. “It’s my turn now”. I put my hands on his chest and began moving my pelvis around trying to line his cock up with my pussy but it just wasn’t happening. I reached down and grabbed his erection, lined it up where I wanted and then pushed back against him. Todd let out a sigh as he entered me again. With me sitting on him he was so deep in me it felt like internal organs were being pushed around. I began slowly rocking back and forth on him. It was perfect, my clitoris was finally getting the attention it wanted. I reached down, took his hands in mine, and lifted them up to my breasts.
We continued like this for what seemed like hours though it was just minutes: me rocking back and forth while my son fondled my breasts. I closed my eyes and just went with the motion. As his hands began working their way down my sides to my stomach and then back up to my breasts again I began rocking faster. The heat was building up in my stomach and groin to the point where I knew I was cumming soon. Todd must have sensed the intensity building in me as he began pushing up in me, sometimes lifting me several inches up in the air. I put my hands on his chest to maintain my balance. With just a couple more pushes back against him the orgasm washed over me, the tingling spreading from my pussy outward, down to my toes and up to the top of my head. I could feel my pussy spasm, clutching my son’s cock repeatedly. As my orgasm began to wane I collapsed on Todd’s chest and heard him groan. His hips thrust up against me hard, three, four, five times, and then he let out an even louder groan, grabbed my butt and pulled me tight against him: he was cumming in me again.
Afterwards we lay there in the bed, me lying on top of him. I didn’t move, wanting him to stay inside of me as long as possible. It was a Saturday and we had no plans, nothing to do. We could stay in bed all day if we wanted.
We both dozed off for a bit. When I awoke he had slipped out of me. I tried to get up without waking him but he felt me move and pulled me tight to him. “I need to take a shower. Why don’t you sleep until I’m finished? We’ll grab some breakfast and then lets go to that Farmer’s Market by the campus”. He nodded, gave me a little kiss and then turned over as I got out of bed.
I stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash over me. It felt so good, energizing. I was rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when I heard a click and felt cool air behind me. Todd had opened the door and was stepping into the shower with me. “Todd, there’s not a lot of room in here for two”.
“It’s okay, we don’t need much room”.
I resumed rinsing my hair. I felt Todd’s hands begin rubbing my back. I realized he had a bar of soap and was lathering me up. His hands worked from my shoulders down to my butt. Then his hands moved around to the front. He held me by the hips and pulled me back against him. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my back. This wasn’t going to be just a shower.
“Didn’t you get enough in bed”?
“I like being inside you; rubbing against you, cumming in you”.
I laughed, “An old woman like me. Why, I’m old enough to be your mother”.
“And that’s the best part. I get to fuck my mother”.
Todd stopped talking and began moving the soap around my stomach and breasts. I said, “I think they’re clean”.
“I’m not sure Mom. They’re awfully big. They need a lot of cleaning”.
“That’s nice of you to say so but they aren’t that big”. I wasn’t being humble. I knew my figure was very good but I did not have huge, or even big, breasts. But I was thankful I was not suffering the effects of gravity, at least not yet.
“You know the saying Mom, ‘more than a mouthful is a waste’”.
“Yes, I know. But why do men have such big mouths”?
Todd chuckled, “Every school kid knows that”. He leaned forward and licked the back of one of my ears and then whispered, “Why to eat their mothers of course”.
I felt my knees get weak, and as Todd reached around to soap my pubic hair, an electric shock seemed to originate in my pussy. I let my arms dangle as his hands moved from the top of my thighs, around between my legs and then up to my breasts.
Todd turned me around and we began kissing. It was more erotic than when my husband and I first dated and made out. Our tongues danced together then explored each other’s mouth. Todd lowered his head to suck on my nipples. He started to get down on his hands and knees in front of me but there was not room to do it properly. “No Todd. Later, just fuck me now. Hurry”.
Todd picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Todd had no problem holding me up with his hands under my butt. He had played football for four years in high school and two years in college before quitting to concentrate on studies. He still worked out religiously.
The warm water was beating on my back as Todd lowered me an inch. I felt some pressure on my pussy and then his hips thrust forward and his cock drove up into me. How could he be so hard? This is the third time in less than twelve hours.
I moved my mouth to his ear, “Don’t wait for me Honey. Just fuck me”.
Todd leaned back just a bit to balance against the wall of the shower stall. With Todd’s hands under my butt he began lifting and lowering me. It felt so strange, to be just out in the air, no weight on me, with a cock thrusting into me. I loosened my legs around his waist and let my arms relax around his neck, just barely holding onto his shoulders enough to keep me from falling back. The feeling was so intense and concentrated in my pussy. There was no one on top of me, no feeling of the bed on my back, just that hard cock driving in and out of me.
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I had not intended to even try to have an orgasm. I just wanted my son to fuck me hard and I expected to enjoy it. But the way Todd was moving me up and down was grinding my clitoris against him. I could feel the orgasm building. “Don’t stop, Mommies cumming”. As the contractions began it was like a wave passing over me, I gasped. I was so glad Todd was inside of me, it gave my pussy something to grab onto. Just as my orgasm began to wane, Todd spun around and pinned me to the wall. He pushed hard against me, driving deep in me, pushing my legs wide to the side, pressing me hard to the wall. “Oh Mom. I’m cumming”. As each stream left him he jerked hard against me.
When he was drained he leaned against me one last time and then pulled back and lowered me to the floor. After a minute of hugging and caressing we finally resumed showering. Though there was still a bit of rubbing taking place. Todd finished first and before getting out he said, “Perhaps I should start showering more often. I didn’t know it could be so much fun”.
Once we were dressed we left for the Farmers Market. It was held every Saturday in one of the Universities parking lots. It turned out to be a lot of fun. We were able to grab a variety of things for breakfast right in the market. I also bought a couple of craft gifts for the girls. Later we had a quick bite for lunch and then settled down for the afternoon to do planning for the seminar we would be running the next week: dividing up portions between us, discussing how best to deliver the sections. We also talked about bringing in a couple more people as the demand was approaching the limit of what the two of us could do. Wow, employees.
We finally broke for dinner and went to a local pizza parlor, maybe had a few too many beers and then returned to our hotel. We relaxed in my bedroom watching some TV. When the eleven o’clock news came on Todd got up off the bed and took his clothes off. I could see what he had on his mind; it was sticking out at me. “I need to run to the bathroom for a minute”. I pointed at his cock, “Keep that thought”.
When I came out several minutes later Todd was lying nude in the middle of the bed. I noticed he had indeed kept that thought, but now I had to give him the bad news; my period had started. “Bad timing but it’s okay. I think I can do something that you will like just as much”. I got up on the bed and took his cock in my hand and began stroking it very slowly while kissing my way down his chest and stomach.
I had just reached the area below his belly button when he realized what I was going to do. He quickly reached out to my head, “That’s okay mom. You don’t need to do that. We can wait until next week”.
I wasn’t deterred and continued down until I was at the base of his cock. “I’m fine Honey. I don’t mind. I’m actually looking forward to it”.
“No, really mom. You don’t have to”. He was beginning to sound kind of frantic.
I was now giving his shaft light kisses, working my way up to the head. “It’s okay Todd. I want to”.
“No Mom. Please”.
He finally had my attention. “What’s the problem? I’ve never heard of a guy who doesn’t want his cock sucked”. I was a bit surprised; he was getting a bit limp even though I still held him in my hand.
“Oh Mom. It’s kind of embarrassing. Can’t we just stop”?
I stopped and moved back up to him. “After yesterday and this morning I don’t think we should be embarrassed about anything. Now what’s the problem”?
Todd took a deep breath and asked, “Do you remember our next door neighbor, Suzy”?
“Sure, I remember little Suzy. She was your babysitter when you were younger”. I wasn’t sure how she could be connected to this. She and her family had moved away several years ago.
“One time when I was about fourteen she came back from college to visit her family. You guys were out when she came over to say hi. We sat and talked about what I was doing and what her classes were like, what she was taking. She started talking about some kind of family sex education class she was in. She asked me some questions and I didn’t know some of the answers so she started to tell about stuff in the class”.
I began wondering where this was headed.
Todd continued, “She started showing me some things, giving me words for things. We did some stuff and finally we ended up with no clothes on”.
I remembered Suzy as an extremely pretty, though very shy girl. I guess she got over it.
“She said I could have sex with her as part of her homework, but I couldn’t cum in her. She was pulling me on top of her but then she changed her mind and had me lay on my back. That’s when it happened”.
Todd stopped like I knew what he was talking about. “And…..”?
“She began giving me a blowjob”.
Again he stopped. “I don’t really see what the problem is Todd, other than you being fourteen”.
“I didn’t last very long and I came in her mouth. It surprised her and she bit me”. Todd blushed, “It hurt”.
I tried not to laugh, “I could see where it would”.
“Nancy tried several times to give me one but as soon as she started I’d think of Suzy and lose my erection. I’d give her some excuse and we would stop before she realized what was happening”. Todd stopped for a few seconds, “So you see, it’s embarrassing”.
“Todd”?
“Yes mom”?
“Do you think I’m going to bite you”?
“No. It’s just embarrassing to get soft when you are in a girls mouth. I’ve got to be the only guy in the world that doesn’t want a blowjob”.
“Okay, trust me, lets see if I can give you a different memory to think about”. I moved around and worked my way back to his cock. I had never let go of it and it was still pretty limp. I sucked it into my mouth; being sure not to let me teeth touch him. For several minutes I would run my tongue up and down his shaft, give his balls a lick and sometimes a gently suck, and then return to sucking his entire cock into my mouth. It was limp enough that I could get his entire cock in with no problem.
I was finally rewarded with a slight groan from Todd and there was definite stiffening. A couple of minutes ago I could suck his entire cock in and use my tongue to move him around. Now I could feel him stiffening, straightening right in my mouth. Keeping him in my mouth, I moved around to the side so I could see his face. He had stuffed a pillow under his head so he could more easily watch me: Watch his mother with her mouth stretched wide moving up and down on his cock.
He was completely hard now. I began jerking him off with my hand, keeping my mouth still, just the head of his cock in my mouth, running my tongue around and across the smooth head. He was so hard. I wondered how much longer he could last.
I felt Todd’s hand on mine, pulling mine away from his cock. “I just want to feel your mouth”. He pulled the pillow from under his head, laid his head back on the bed and closed his eyes. I ran my tongue around him several times and then began moving my head up and down on him; taking about three-quarters of him in my mouth.
After just a few seconds I felt him begin to lift his hips up to meet me each time my head came back down on him. His hips began to move faster. I stopped bobbing my head up and down and just let him fuck my mouth. From the frantic jerking of his hips I knew it would not be long. He finally lifted his hips and held them up off the bed; as I flicked the head of his cock my tongue was met with a torrent of cum, hitting the bottom of my tongue and then the top as my tongue passed over the head. I could feel the thick cum running down the inside of my cheeks to pool at the bottom of my mouth. With my tongue out of the way the second stream hit the roof of my mouth, followed by a third. I swallowed, gave his cock a good suck and was rewarded with a groan from Todd. He was still giving little twitches, with increasingly smaller amounts of cum bubbling up, trying to fill my mouth once more.
I swallowed once again and licked him clean. I moved up to lie beside him. He pulled me to him and held me close. “Well, have I given you a memory to replace Suzy’s”?
Todd sighed, “Who’s Suzy”?
For the rest of the week there were no more complaints about embarrassment. At the end of the week we went home for the weekend to our respective spouses and their somewhat lack of attention to us. After the weekend we were back on the road again. We did not bother making reservations for two bedroom suites any longer. There was no need as we were always in the same bed.
It was a bit awkward the first evening a call from home came in. Nancy called while I was riding Todd. I was impressed, he was able to talk to her normally while I road him to orgasm. Later that same night Todd was on top of me fucking me hard, close to cumming, when I got my call. I had to disappoint him and make him stop. I could not breath enough to talk to anyone normally with Todd pounding me. After that we learned not to answer the phone.
Over the next few months we settled into a very nice pattern. Out on the road we fucked like bunnies. If my period coincided with a trip Todd now had no fear of teeth. Going home was nice but our sex lives suffered considerably. I loved my husband so I actually had the best possible situation now: a great home life and a fantastic sex life when I was away.
And now everything was ruined. Two and a half months ago I missed a period. It sometimes happens, especially to women in their late forties, so I did not think much about it. When it did not arrive the second month I went to the doctor. I expected to be told I was in early menopause. I wasn’t. I was two months pregnant. I had not needed birth control in over fifteen years; my husband had a vasectomy a few years after our last child was born. I just did not think of birth control with Todd and I began. Plus I knew that Todd had been trying unsuccessfully to get Nancy pregnant for a couple of years. From a few comments that Nancy let slip I knew Todd had an extremely low sperm count. Well it might be low but it was high enough.
So here we are. Me standing in the dark in my front room trying to get up the nerve to go and wake up my husband and tell him his wife’s pregnant. That’s going to be difficult for him to accept since he had that vasectomy. I had run so many scenarios through my head trying to find one that would work: His vasectomy did not work. All he had to do was go to the doctor to find out that was wrong. I was raped: Why had I not said anything, shown some change in my behavior? I finally decided to say I had got drunk at a party and was taken advantage of after I passed out.
I was in no hurry to face him so I walked very slowly down the hall towards our bedroom. As I passed Todd’s old bedroom I heard groaning. The door was partially open. I pushed it farther open but did not hear anything coming from the room. I saw the basinet next to the bed and a bag on the bed that I recognized as Nancy’s. Look’s like Nancy is here.
Then I heard the groan again. It seemed like it came from our bedroom. I walked to the end of the hall and peaked in our bedroom. A light was on in the bathroom and the door was open enough for me to see the room. Nancy was sitting on top of my husband; riding him. I know the first thought should have been shock; my husband was fucking my daughter-in-law. But the first thought was, her breasts are so big. Nancy was cute, had a great figure but her breasts had always been on the small side. Getting pregnant and breast-feeding had really had an effect on them.
Nancy spoke and I stepped back behind the door, unsure of what to do next. “That felt so good. I haven’t had an orgasm that strong since before the baby”.
I wanted to run in the room and smack her. That was my husband she was fucking. How long have they been doing this? How could I not have known? How could Todd not have known? His father is fucking his wife.
I was just starting to step forward when I heard her squeal. “Stop that. You are making me leak”. I peeked around the door and saw my husband with his hands on her breasts. He pulled her forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth. Nancy sighed and said, “Don’t, you’ll make me cum again”. As I watched he switched to the other breast. Nancy put her hand under his head, holding him to her breast, “Leave some for the baby”.
I couldn’t watch any longer, I stepped back and leaned against the wall by the door. The noises coming from the room, the sighs, groans and grunts left little doubt what was going on.
I had decided to just leave and was beginning to inch back down the hallway when Nancy spoke again, “Let’s turn over. I want you on top of me. I have some news for you”. I stopped, wondering what the news was.
While I waited I could hear the sounds of them moving around in the bed. Then I heard my husband speak for the first time, “Okay, what’s the news”?
“In a minute, I want you back in me first”.
That little slut; I couldn’t believe I was just standing here waiting for him to stick his cock back in her. When I get back I’m going to fuck her husband silly.
“Oh, that’s better. I like you on top of me, pounding me down into the bed. No, not yet. You’ve got me pregnant again. You won’t be able to get on top of me pretty soon, better enjoy it while you can”.
I didn’t hear anything from my husband. It was quiet in the room. Then, “Are you sure”?
“I missed my period a couple of months ago. I went to the doctor today and he 4470174400193419confirmed it. That’s two babies you’ve given me”.
Two? She thinks he has gotten her pregnant. That’s why he did not want me to tell anyone he had a vasectomy. He has been fucking her for over a year. As I stood there thinking, the bed started making noise. It was a noise I knew well; from the days when my husband used to fuck me on a regular basis. I couldn’t help myself; I peeked back around the door. He was on top of her: Her head just showing above him, her eyes closed and her chin on his shoulder. Her knees were pulled up by his hips, her thighs spread wide to the sides with her feet sticking up in the air. She looks kind of helpless, his butt bouncing up and down as he fucked her. Is that how I looked? It was hard to look away. I was mesmerized, watching her head repeatedly slide up and down a couple of inches on the pillow as he thrust into her.
I wanted to be there, have him thrusting into me. Then I remembered: All I had to do was go back to my hotel and I would have someone thrusting into me. What is that old joke? Twenty goes into forty more times than forty goes into twenty. I was going to get the best of this deal.
A plan was starting to form in my head as I quietly moved down the hall towards the front room. As I passed Todd’s old room another idea occurred to me. I stopped and stepped back to the doorway. Through the open door I could see the basinet with the baby. I knew it was petty of me but I could not resist. I walked over to the basinet and looked down at the sleeping baby. I reached down and nudged her. As she started to stir I rubbed my finger beside her mouth. It took just a few seconds before I saw her lips begin the sucking action. I nudged her a couple more times before she opened her eyes and looked up at me. I almost felt bad for what I started; almost.
I quickly moved back out of the room and down the hall. As I reached the front door I heard her begin to cry for her mother. Yes, I remember those moments well. By now my husband must have built up a good head of steam, looking forward to that blast of, what I knew was, spermless cum. I could almost see the frustration on his face as she would have been telling him to get off her, that she would be right back and they could finish. By the time Nancy finished changing and feeding the baby she would definitely not be in the mood. Yes, my work here is done.
In a few weeks it would be Thanksgiving. I was really looking forward to it. The girls would be home at last. I did not get to see them much. They were off at school and I was on the road so much. I would be showing soon. Being pregnant would also make it much more difficult to travel. I needed to add those new employees soon. And it would be time to tell the family.
When Thanksgiving arrived our house was full. All three of my girls were there, plus Nancy, Todd and the baby were in Todd’s old room; that had to be cramped but it was fun having the entire family together.
While my husband and Todd stayed out in the living room watching football the five of us girls worked on dinner and talked in the kitchen. Nancy finally let it slip to us that she was pregnant. She had not told Todd yet, waiting for the family dinner to make an announcement. We all congratulated and hugged her and then talked about babies for a while.
I finally could not hold it in any longer and swore them to secrecy and then told them I was pregnant also. For a moment you could hear a pin drop. Then all the girls jumped up yelling and hugging. Todd stuck his head in the door to see what was going on but we got rid of him saying, ‘just girl stuff’ so he left. After a while Nancy and I got together and planned our surprise announcement. We thought dessert would be the best time.
While the Thanksgiving dinner was great it seemed to take forever. When we finally brought out the pumpkin and berry pies and got them served, I looked up, caught Nancy’s eye and nodded. She took her spoon and tapped her water class to get everyone’s attention. “I’ve been waiting for this dinner for everyone to be together to make an announcement”. She turned and looked at Todd, “I’m pregnant”. The girls and myself all gave a cheer and came around to give her a hug.
Todd’s face broke out into a big smile. As he leaned over to give her a kiss he asked, “Oh Honey, when are you due”?
Nancy returned the kiss, “In May”.
I let the talk continue for a few minutes and then tapped my glass. “I have some news also”. Everyone turned to me expectantly. “Even Todd has not heard this. We just got a contract for our seminars at Fox State University”.
The girls all cheered. Lindsey, the youngest, said “That means we will see more of you”. Fox was the University the three girls attended.
“Well, you won’t see as much of me there but you will see more of Todd. He will be handling the seminars there”.
The girls all began talking at once, telling Todd he had to stay with them while he was there. Together, they rented a large house and had an extra bedroom. He might as well stay with them and save money and they would get to see more of him.
I tanked my glass again, “We also are finally hiring a couple of new people to help us as I will be taking some time off soon”.
My husband spoke up, “That’s nice, why haven’t you said anything before”?
“Well that leads up to my other news. I’m pregnant also”.
You could have pushed my husband off his chair with a feather. If his jaw had dropped any further he would have gotten a nasty bruise from it’s hitting the floor. All he could finally say was a choked “How? When”?
I smiled at him, “Well I guess you still have it in you. I’m due in May also. I guess Nancy and I can take adjoining beds in maternity”.
The girls all came around and gave me a hugs and congratulations. Todd gave me the same but had a funny look on his face. Through the clamor my husband kept a frozen smile on his face and did not say anything.
We gradually calmed down and continued with our dessert while talking about babies, what a woman my age was doing pregnant and how the girls would tell their friends their mother was pregnant. Todd and my husband kept quiet.
Later I was finishing up in the kitchen after sending the girls off and my husband came in. “How did you get pregnant. We both know it wasn’t me”?
“Honey, I think you have a hidden talent. You might want to get checked out by the doctor. You vasectomy might not have taken”.
He was starting to get angry, “We both know it wasn’t me. Are you having an affair? Who have you been fucking”?
I could see the anger in his face but it really did not matter. I smiled back at him, “Honey, calm down. Think about it, when would I have time for an affair? I’m out working all the time; just Todd and I. But I was talking with Nancy about vasectomies the other day. She does not know you have one, by the way. She has a friend whose vasectomy did not work and his wife got pregnant. Maybe the same thing happened with you. I almost told her that you had one years ago and it worked fine but now I’m glad I didn’t. Maybe yours didn’t work”.
“Nancy is so lucky. She and Todd tried for so long to get pregnant and now they are going to have their second child. If anyone were having an affair I would suspect her, just to get pregnant. But then I see I see how happy they are. She just has two more to go now”.
He looked puzzled, “Two more what”?
“Why two more babies of course. She wants four children just like her mother had”.
With the talk centering on Nancy he gained control of himself. I could still see he was angry, just not trying to show it to me. “Perhaps I should see the doctor”.
I smiled at him. I thought ‘Yes, you do that’, but I said, “Yes, I think that would be a good idea. I’m sure you will come back with the news that I’ll have to get back on the pill again”.
And, funny thing, two weeks later, he said he had been to the doctor and after testing his semen it was determined that the vasectomy was not as complete as it should have been. I’m sure the last fifteen years, whene we had sex regularly without any protection, we were just lucky.
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Hey! This is my first story. It’s just one of my many idle fantasies involving people I meet. I’ve decided to write some down, and this is the first. Let me know what you think. All criticism on the story, writing style, grammar, etc. is appreciated! Enjoy!
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The Nerd gets more than he bargained for—then he gets revenge.
Chapter 1
Ryan and Morgan made love all night and well into the next morning. It was as though they had found an oasis after wandering for a month in the desert. They couldn’t get enough of each other. They slept the rest of the day before preparing for their wedding. They selected a date, saw the minister and reserved the church. This should be interesting thought Ryan who was brought up Catholic in contemplation of a Baptist wedding. Ryan gave Morgan a credit card and sent her, Mom and Sara shopping for a dress. Seventeen thousand dollars later they were finally finished. The guest list was created and the invitations mailed. At last, with only two weeks to go, they were almost done. Sara would be Maid of Honor; Ryan’s brother Dan, Best Man.
The night before the wedding they prepared for bed, wearing their usual pajamas-nothing. Ryan thought he could see the onset of Morgan’s swelling abdomen, but maybe it was just his imagination. Seven weeks had past since he had asked her to marry him and he was sublimely happy. After so many years of hard work his life was coming together, at last. Ryan lay back on his pillow and was about to sleep when he felt Morgan’s fingers move across his hip to his flaccid cock. Well, he thought, it won’t be flaccid for long. Her hand did a figure eight up and down his shaft, quickly bring him to a fully erect state. Ryan moaned his approval as Morgan turned over to face him. She lowered her face, placing her tongue right on his cock head. She cupped his balls before going down on him, sucking his hard, hot dick deep into her throat. Morgan pushed him back on the bed, mounting him before riding him hard. Morgan loved it hard. She loved ramming her clit into Ryan’s pubic bone, using the friction to bring herself to a stirring orgasm. On this occasion she reached back, first to cup and massage his balls and later to massage the inside of his rectum with a finger or two. Working him this way quickly brought him to an explosive ejaculation which Morgan was happy to take into her pussy. She was only a few seconds behind him. She twitched and shook violently as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy rolled through her. She collapsed onto him and was just nibbling his ear when they both fell into a relaxing slumber.
The wedding went as planned. Ryan was relieved that it wasn’t a Catholic mass which would have trapped the wedding party and guests in the stifling church for almost an hour. Instead the ceremony stuck to the basics—do you take? and all that stuff—over and done in fifteen minutes. They retired to the limo with Dan and Sara. Ryan’s attention was to his bride, of course, but it seemed that Sara was giving him some “funny” looks. That was the only way Ryan knew to describe what he was seeing. When they arrived at the posh country club where the reception was held he got a close look at both Sara and his mother-in-law. It seemed they were both giving him these looks and he didn’t know what to make of them. Seated at the dais, he turned to his lovely bride, “Do you know what’s up with your mom and Sara? They both keep giving me these looks that I don’t understand.”
“Yes, darling, but I think you should talk to them. They should tell you themselves, but be sure to talk to Sara first.”
Ryan didn’t know what to think, but, excusing himself, he went to seek out his sister-in-law—his erstwhile lover—Sara. She was standing alone near one of the open bars, sipping a cocktail even though she was under age. She smiled when she saw him approach. “Hi, brother-in-law,” she said, but she was staring at him lewdly, as if undressing him with her eyes.
“Sara, what’s going on? You and your mom keep giving me these strange “looks.” Just now you looked like you wanted to rape me.”
“Well, Ryan, remember our wonderful weekend together? It seems you left me with a little present. Well—uh—it’s little now but growing every day—DAD!”
Ryan staggered back. This was not the kind of information he needed or wanted to hear on his wedding day. “You’re kidding, aren’t you? I thought you were on the pill.”
“Who told you that? Not, me. I wanted to fuck and I loved doing it with you, but I never took any precautions, and neither did you. We had a great weekend together and I’m pregnant. You can have a paternity test if you want to, but you are definitely the father. I haven’t had sex with anyone else—either before or after. I think I should move in with you and Morgan. We can have a wonderful time together, just like we did that weekend.”
Now Ryan really staggered. Move in? What would Morgan think? He turned and walked through the crowd. What a day! Could anything worse happen? As it turned out—yes!
He ran smack dab into his new mother-in-law. She pulled him aside saying, “I need to talk to you—alone!” She pulled him into a hallway just outside the reception room. She turned with venom in her eyes. “You fucked Morgan and got her pregnant. Then you fucked Sara and got her pregnant. What the hell’s wrong with me? Don’t you think I like to fuck? Don’t you think I’d love to have a baby growing inside me? I may be their mother, but I’m still a year younger than you. If you don’t fuck me and knock me up, I’m going to make a lot of trouble. Sara’s not of legal age in this state. That’s statutory rape, buster! So get ready to whip it out and do me right—over and over—until I’m with child. Then I think I should move in with you and Morgan…and Sara. You have a really big house. There’s room for all of us!”
The room was spinning when he returned to Morgan. He sat down, taking a huge swig of his drink. Fuck, he thought, I need a double. In fact, I need to get drunk. He realized that Morgan was looking at him. “Isn’t it wonderful news about Sara? I want her to move in with us right away. And don’t worry about Mom. She loves to fuck as much as I do and she’ll be a big help when the babies come. I’m due in November and Sara’s due three weeks later. Then when Mom gets pregnant we’ll be able to help her. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“All I wanted was for us to be together and build our family. I didn’t know Sara wasn’t on the pill or I wouldn’t have fucked her without a condom. And now your mother? It’s too much, too much!”
“You worry too much, Ryan. It’ll all work out, believe me…believe me.”
Ryan didn’t know what to believe any more. All his plans and hopes shattered in a single day.
Chapter 2
As Morgan had predicted, it did all work out without much difficulty. The hardest part, it turned out, was selling Marge’s (Morgan’s mother’s name) shitty single-wide mobile home. A lot of termite damage was discovered when it was inspected. The cost of fixing it was almost as much as the whole thing was worth, so Ryan had the house demolished and sold the land. A man from upstate bought the lot and the one next to it, anticipating building a good-sized home there. Of course, selling the lot did not provide as much money as the lot and house would have, but money wasn’t a big issue for Ryan.
Morgan set up a schedule—Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday Ryan would fuck her; Tuesday and Friday were Sara’s turn with Ryan; Thursday and Sunday Ryan would fuck Marge. Thus Ryan would be kept busy the entire week satisfying his three lovers. It was agreed among the parties that threesomes would be welcomed with Morgan agreeing to Ryan and the other two women if she could sit and watch the fun. Ryan was mortified but he went along, as much to satisfy Morgan as to placate Marge. The last thing he needed along with this three-ring circus was a visit from the police. At one point he considered moving to Utah so his family wouldn’t look so out-of-place.
Things looked up on his first Thursday with Marge. She was older than her daughters naturally, but she was in magnificent shape for someone thirty-nine years old. Her breasts were firm, and larger than Morgan’s, even with her pregnancy advancing. She had a flat abdomen, with an obvious absence of stretch marks, and her butt still had a long way to go before sagging. Better—she was truly insatiable in her animalistic pursuit of sex. When Ryan entered her room she was wearing a short kimono in the lotus position so Ryan could see all the way up to her pussy. Ryan started to disrobe but Marge stopped him. “That’s my job,” she said. She rose, walked to him, and put his hands on his shoulders. Then, moving closer, she initiated a kiss, sticking her tongue into his reluctant mouth. Ryan went along, eventually even getting into it as his body betrayed him. Marge slipped her hands inside his shirt, rubbing his chest and teasing his nipples before sliding it over his head. She sucked and bit his nipple now. Ryan responded by placing his hands on her butt cheeks, squeezing them, and pulling her cunt against his thigh. Marge’s hands moved now to his belt, opening it and pulling down his pants. His boxers showed a major tent as his erection struggled for freedom. Marge growled like a feral animal as she knelt before him and pulled down his boxers in one motion that also saw her deep throat his cock without any preliminaries. Ryan struggled to keep his balance, so forcefully did Marge pull him. Eventually he regained his balance and stood with Marge glued to his cock. Her technique, if you could call it that, was to suck as hard as possible in the hope of bringing him off. “We need to stop, Marge, I’m almost ready to cum. We need to put it into your cunt.” Ryan had used this term—most objectionable to most women—intentionally. If she were going to blackmail him, he was going to abuse her—not verbally or physically, and definitely not in front of Morgan, but, he would abuse her sexually. It would become his modus operandi—his method of operation when fucking her. Also, he had decided, that under no circumstance would he eat her out. He may have to fuck her, but that was all. Ryan pulled out—carefully, for he was worried about being bitten—and moved to the bed. He pulled Marge with him—on top of him. He moved her over his cock and forced her down, although truth be told, it didn’t take much forcing. Marge was soaking wet from her brief oral encounter with Ryan’s cock. She slid down his pole as effortlessly as if it were greased. Ryan was surprised. Even after giving birth twice her pussy was still tight. Certainly the third tightest he’d ever had, after Sara and Morgan. In keeping with her animalistic approach to sex, Marge was humping and grinding in overdrive. Ryan marveled that she could move her abdomen so fast. Marge reminded him of a dog humping his bitch, so quickly did she move. Ryan reached up and opened her kimono, revealing her marvelous set of tits, firm and round, almost a C-cup with long protruding nipples and large round areolas. Ryan reached up with his mouth to suckle, a move that drove Marge crazy with desire. She humped even faster, as though shifting into an even higher gear. This change in tempo was all it took to bring Ryan over the edge. He squirted several long ropes of hot white cum into Marge’s womb. He didn’t worry about helping her to cum—that wasn’t part of the deal. He was required to fuck and impregnate her, and that was all he was willing to do. Hell, he wasn’t even willing to do that much, but what choice did he have?
He tried to push Marge off him but she resisted. “I want to stop it from leaking out,” she said.
“Then roll over and stick your legs in the air,” replied Ryan brusquely as he pushed her over onto the bed. “Or maybe we should get you a big stopper.” It sounded like he might be kidding, but there was no humor in Ryan’s brain. He rose, gathered his clothes without bothering to dress and walked out the door to shower. When he walked into the bedroom, Morgan was waiting. She was about to ask him how it went but decided not to when she saw the expression on his face. Ryan showered, went to bed, and rebuffed Morgan’s advances, disgusted with his plight.
Chapter 3
Ryan had a date to play golf the following morning. He kissed Morgan goodbye and headed for the garage to get his clubs into the Porsche. He was just about to leave when he realized he had forgotten his GPS. He retrieved the devise from his dresser and was on his way back to the car when he heard laughter coming from the living room. Morgan, Sara, and Marge were having a great time. Soon he realized it was at his expense. He paused just inside the kitchen to eavesdrop.
“What a sap,” laughed Morgan. “Can you believe he actually fell for all this? We can take him for everything he owns and he won’t even be able to do anything about it. Ha ha ha.!
“When I get pregnant,” stated Marge, somewhat more soberly, “he’ll really be in a pickle.”
“Well, I hope it’s soon,” moped Sara. “My boyfriend isn’t too happy about me letting him fuck me, and neither am I. I only want Steve fucking me, not that nerdy Ryan. Geez, what a pathetic loser, I’m glad he’s not the father of my baby. Who’d want a nerd kid?”
Marge interrupted, ”You have to be patient and follow the plan. When Morgan came home and told me how loaded this nerd was I saw it as our way out of that fucking trailer. Look where we live now, and we have all the money we want to spend, too. We probably won’t get all of it, but we’ll get plenty. When our lawyer gets into court and tells the judge how we were forced to be his love slaves…well, just use your imagination. Morgan, I have to hand it to you. You played the sucker beautifully.”
“Yeah, I did and, know what, it was easy…almost too easy. He was desperate to fall in love, so desperate he would believe anything. Could anyone believe that someone like me would fall for a jerk almost twice my age? Of course not, but he did—big time.”
Ryan had heard enough. He tiptoed out the door to the Porsche, started the engine and drove away. He called his buddies and cancelled—he was too upset– and too angry– to play. He needed to plot his revenge. He went to a Starbuck’s, ordered something—anything—just so he could sit there and think. Say what you will—nerds are good at thinking. Just after noon, after hashing over dozens of schemes, he thought he might have it. He would get them involved in a swindle. Of course, he’d be involved, too, but by the time the shit hit the fan he’d be long gone.
His first step was to hack into the county newspaper’s records to find someone who had been born around the same he was, and who had died either in infancy or early in life. It took him several tries but eventually he found one who was perfect. Born just a month after him and died in an auto accident six months later. He mailed a formal request for a copy of the birth certificate—his birth certificate—signing his new name along with the necessary fee. The copy was to be mailed to a condo he had rented with cash for a year, making the real estate agent ecstatic. He used the condo as a base of operations, setting up a computer, internet access, and residency for his new identity. When he had his birth certificate he mailed it along with a color photo of his face to the U.S. State Department along with a passport application and the fee for expedited service. Ryan knew that few clerks, faced with hundreds if not thousands of requests every day, would take the time or make the effort to check if there was also a death certificate. More importantly, he knew the county records department was not computerized, which would have made his task almost impossible. He knew that birth records were kept in one location; death records in another. In about a month his passport was delivered. It was perfect, of course, because it was real. Now for phase two.
The hardest part was acting naturally at home, being the same old nerd he had been “BB”—before betrayal. “I had an idea,” he said one evening before his appointment to fuck the insatiable but obnoxious Marge. “Since we’re going to be one big happy family, I thought we ought to have some investments…you know…as a group.” He had to be careful not to acknowledge the glances the women had given each other almost mocking him. “This idea should bring us almost fifty million dollars in less than a year’s time. I want to start an investment firm with the four of us as principals. What do you say? Want in? I’ll do all the work. All you have to do is get rich.”
Ryan knew their greed would get the best of them. “Yeah!” they all yelled, dollar signs in their eyes.
‘OK, great, I’ll get the necessary paperwork put together for you to sign. The hook was in the water, now all he had to do was set it.
Chapter 4
Ryan set up an office in the nearby city and advertised in financial publications. The ads offered an investment in a privately held hedge fund with double digit return in less than six months and almost guaranteed income. It took less than a month for the first checks to come in. He deposited them using signature stamps—Marge Stanton, Sara Stanton, and Morgan Stanton. He never used his own signature. After a month he started sending out checks—interest and principal-again with two signatures—Marge Stanton, Treasurer, and Sara Stanton, Vice President, or Morgan Stanton, President. They were overjoyed with their “official titles,” and were even more overjoyed with the checks that he brought home for them –$100,000 each the first month; $200,000 or more each succeeding month. This went on for six months until he was tipped off. The SEC was looking into the company’s affairs—amazing how a $100,000 bribe to a well placed clerk in the SEC’s Washington office could pay off. The SEC was closing in on his Ponzi scheme. It was time to disappear. Ryan had already moved virtually all his funds offshore to the Cayman Islands. He had also wiped the office clean of his fingerprints and deposited quite a number of his “lovers’” prints, taken from glasses or dishes with tape and transferred to desks, computers, even the bathroom. Only one thing left to do—one final fuck with Morgan.
Morgan was really bulging and she was reluctant to have sex, but that wasn’t stopping Ryan tonight. He’d fuck her from behind before fucking her ass. He began tenderly, kissing her lips and neck, moving her fingers down to his cock. There’d been no sex for almost a month so his attentions were well received—she just didn’t want to fuck him. He rubbed her pussy making her wet. They were standing in the bedroom so she was unconcerned when he shifted around behind her ostensibly to nuzzle her neck. Suddenly, he pushed her against her bureau, bending her over. He was in her just as quickly. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Just taking my due, my dear; I’ve been remiss recently—all my responsibilities at work, I guess. He was giving it to her hard and fast, taking out all his pent up frustrations and anger in one special moment. “I’m sorry, dear, I just got carried away.” He withdrew and wiped his wet cock on her robe, but he did not let her up. He moved now to her ass, ramming his dry cock into her dry ass, causing her intense pain. He knew he had hurt her, but he would have to do this a thousand times before he could come close to equaling the pain he had received. She screamed as the pain ripped through her but he kept up his pace until he felt his balls churn. Then he pulled out, spun her around, and forced his exploding cock into her mouth. Cum dripped from her mouth onto her chest and swollen stomach.
“Are you crazy?” she screamed as she finally was able to stand up. “Have you noticed I’m almost ready to deliver? You hurt me you asshole.”
Ryan smirked internally before saying,” I just wanted to give you something to remember me by. I’m going fishing.” He walked calmly out the door, out of the house, and down the dock to the thirty-footer. He started it up and headed to the inlet and the ocean. He had secretly hidden a small inflatable with a five horsepower engine aboard last weekend while the women were out shopping. They never went near the boat; there was no danger of it being discovered. When he was about five miles from shore, he loosened the nut holding one of the fuel lines, set the timer, inflated the small boat and left. Thirty minutes later there was a horrific explosion. The Coast Guard was only able to retrieve a wallet and driver’s license from the wreckage; the boat had burned to the waterline, the outboards sinking in the deep water. The official report surmised that Ryan had been fixing a leak in the gas tank when it ignited, destroying him along with the boat. In truth, Ryan had motored on the calm seas to a nearby resort, leaving the inflatable at the water’s edge, believing correctly that some kids would come along and take it for a joyride. Walking to the front of the resort he was able to take a taxi to a nearby shopping center. He had placed all his valuables in a used car he had purchased using his new identity. He drove to the airport, caught a flight to Atlanta, connecting to Mexico City, connecting to Rio.
Feigning shock at the news, the women were, in reality, thrilled to hear of Ryan’s demise. All his hundreds of millions would be theirs. They were quite startled to learn that the accounts held only a little under fifty thousand dollars. They were even more surprised when U.S. Marshals appeared at their door with arrest warrants for the three of them—securities fraud, grand theft, mail fraud were the main charges, but there were lots more. Denials, claims that they did and knew nothing were interpreted by law enforcement to be total blatant lies. They were unable to make bail so all three delivered their babies in federal prison. The children were taken away to foster care shortly after birth. They were sentenced to twenty years each. They still didn’t understand what had happened, but they were still screwed big time.
About a month into her sentence Morgan received a post card—unsigned. It said simply, “It’s never a good idea to gloat in a nerd’s living room about how you’ve played him for a fool.” Morgan was sure it had come from Ryan, but how to prove it.
At the same time, a gorgeous Brazilian she-male was kneeling in front of a slightly built six footer who was reclining in a lounge chair taking in the view of Ipanema Beach. “May I suck your cock, Senhor George? “
“Sounds great to me, Rita. Then I’ll want to fuck that fine ass of yours.”
“Oh Senhor George, you say the sweetest things.”
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I woke up alone, feeling happy and a little sore. But it was a good sore. I flexed my ass, remembering how my son gave me a nice, rough fucking back there last night. I rubbed my pussy to soothe the tenderness there. Between my son and my husband, I’d had more sex this week than ever before in my life–and I was ready for more!
It was Saturday, and imagining the possibilities for the day made me wet. I got up and put on my robe. I was tying the sash when I realized there was no reason for modesty any longer, and left it hang open then headed for the kitchen. It felt so feeing to be walking around the house practically naked and not having to care who might see me.
I assumed that Don had taken Evan out golfing, but then I heard the TV on in the living room. I went to check it out.
I found the two of them there sitting on the sofa next to each other, their robes open and they were both jerking off to whatever was on the television. It was a beautiful surprise, and I was shocked (and a little jealous that they were playing without me).
“Morning, hon,” my husband greeted me cheerfully, never slowing his stroke. “I’m showing Evan our old sex tape.”
“You’re my new favorite porn star, Mom!”
Now along with being shocked and jealous, I was also embarrassed and excited. I looked at the screen and saw myself holding my pussy wide open for the camera. The view pulled back and I watched myself grab a huge dildo and begin fucking it.
“Oh, my God, look at my hair!”
“I know, Mom, that’s quite the bush you had back then!”
“I meant my hairstyle, not down there,” I laughed. “But you’re right, look at that jungle!”
I looked at my boys playing with their cocks and had no choice but to join them. I sat down on the chair and pulled my robe open, too.
“Are you going to play with your cunt, Mom?”
A little chill ran through me. “Say that again.” I told Evan and smiled wickedly.
“Are you going to spread you legs, put your fingers in your hot, wet pussy, and play with your horny cunt?”
“Don’t mind if I do, sweet heart.” I opened my legs, licked my fingers, and touched my wetness. I could hear myself moaning on the video and looked up to see the screen filled with my hairy pussy. The view panned down as I slipped a finger in my ass while continuing to plunge the big dildo into my hole.
My attention flitted between the sexy scene of my younger self, and my boys sitting on the sofa stroking off next to each other (like it was the most natural thing in the world). I noticed that their strokes were in sync, up and down their cocks at the same time and the same speed. Adorable.
They were distracted as well–looking from the screen to the real thing between my legs and back again. A warm glow came over me as I tried to appreciate how lucky I was to be sitting here in our living room on an otherwise normal Saturday afternoon masturbating with my family so openly and comfortably.
The scene shifted and my husband’s cock came into view on TV. The dildo went away and he rubbed himself around my hole then slipped inside me.
“This is so great,” Evan said. “I love watching you guys fuck. It’s looks so good when Dad’s cock goes into your pussy, Mom.”
“It feels good, too!” I added with a giggle. I slipped two fingers inside my pussy.
“Dad, I’m getting close. I’m going to cum soon.”
“Go ahead, buddy, I’m watching.” My husband turned his attention to our son’s cock. Evan jacked himself harder, now looking only at me, as I leaned back in my chair fingering my twat and playing with my tits.
“Mom’s cunt looks so pretty. I love my mom’s cunt. Watch me jerk off, Dad. Look at me make my cock cum!” He lifted his hips and the cum spurted out of him accompanied by a loud moan. He caught he breath, then said, “Now you, Dad.”
My husband sat back and began whacking away real fast and within seconds he was pumping a fresh load of cum out onto his belly. He didn’t squirt as far, but it looked like he released more cum than Evan, and it was slowly flowing down over his cock and across his knuckles. I watched how they looked at one another then, each strangely fascinated with the other’s cock and cum. I almost felt like I was intruding on too private a moment between them. But of course that only made me hornier.
Now that they had both gotten themselves off they turned their attention to me. I scooted down in the chair so my back was on the seat and my butt hanging out in the air. My feet were planted wide apart and I was playing with my clit with one hand and my pussy hole with the other.
Evan reached over without looking and took hold of his father’s cock. He twisted it lightly in his grip. Without my son’s eyes ever leaving my body, his thumb found its way up to Don’s piss hole, and rubbed the drops of cum remaining there, spreading his spent semen around the head of his dad’s cock.
This scene was too much for me and my pussy began to convulse around my fingers. My first orgasm of the day bolted through me like a feathery freight train. I didn’t let up and kept strumming my clit as my husband leaned over and sucked on the tip of my son’s cock, cleaning the cum from it. That kicked off another orgasm right on top of my last. If this was how the day was starting, I couldn’t wait to see how it was going to end!
After recovering, we got cleaned up and decided to go out for lunch. We sat down at the table and talked about what was going on at work and in the world. To anyone else we appeared to be your normal, average family. No one here had any idea that we spent the morning jerking off together, or that my son had fucked me last night. It made me feel strangely alive to have this incredible secret.
“Welcome to–oh, hi Evan,” our perky little waitress said when she appeared.
“Hey, Mandy. I didn’t know you worked here.”
“Just started last weekend. Can I get you guys some drinks?” She took our orders, gave Evan a cute smile, and sashayed off to get our drinks.
“Friend of yours?” I asked.
“She was at Corey’s party,” Evan mumbled, watching her intently until she disappeared into the kitchen.
My husband caught my eye as I was about to say something else, and he just shook his head. I knew he was right and bit my tongue.
We had a great meal together. Mandy stopped by our table more than she needed to, and even sneaked us a free desert that we all shared. I felt like we were closer as a family than ever in that moment.
As we left the restaurant, Evan paused at the door with a look of uncertainty.
“I forgot something, I’ll catch up,” he said and went back inside.
Don and I went to the car, and in a few minutes saw Evan coming out with an ear-to-ear smile on his face. He climbed into the back seat nearly bouncing with excitement.
“So, what’d you forget, sport?” my husband quizzed him knowingly.
“I forgot to get Mandy’s number!” He proudly displayed a napkin with a phone number on it.
“Way to go, my man!”
“She is so cute,” I gushed. “You guys are going to make an adorable couple. When are you going out, and where? Do you need something new to wear–”
“Mom! Chill! We’re not getting married, just going on a date,” he laughed at how worked up I was getting. Don gave me one of his looks. I clamped down on my tongue again and tried to behave.
“I’m sorry, honey. I’m really happy for you, that’s all.”
We got home and Evan headed off to his room and closed the door. Don puttered around out in the yard and I took care of a few things around the house. I ejected our sex tape from the VCR and was going to put it back in its hiding place, but then decided to leave it out in case Evan wanted to look at it some more. I now hated the idea of him masturbating without me there to see. He was probably in his room right now thinking about Mandy’s perky little tits, and tight ass and jerking off. What a darling.
I couldn’t wait for evening to come. I took a nice bath, which I immediately realized was a mistake. I usually masturbate when I pamper myself like that, but I wanted to save it for later. It was like I was torturing myself. I shaved my pussy, then my legs and under my arms. I dried off, rubbed lotion all over my body and went to my bedroom to select my outfit.
I was a little worried that Evan might not want to play tonight now that he had the prospect of a girl his own age. I know that was the whole point of what Don and I were doing with him, giving him the confidence to get out there and find someone he liked, but I had one more fantasy I wanted to live out before we were done.
I decided that this was the night for the emerald green corset. It was an involved process just getting this little number on; a lot of cinches, and straps, and buckles. It was snugger than the last time I had worn it, but I managed to get myself squeezed in. The top had only half cups for my breasts, and it pushed them up and out–like they were being presented to you on a tray.
Next, I slipped on a pair of sheer thigh-high stockings. They gave just the right sheen to my legs, making them look smooth and shapely. I then dug my pair of dominatrix boots out of the back of the closet. They were shiny black vinyl, had a four inch heel, and came up almost to my knee. I pulled them on and was admiring myself in the mirror when Don came in, all sweaty from working in the yard.
“Game on?” he asked excitedly.
“I’m not sure,” I said with a hint of worry. “I haven’t seen him since we got back from lunch.”
“Don’t worry,” he came and gave me a hug. His manly scent was strong and the thought of him throwing me down on the floor and fucking my brains out while he was all dirty and smelly flashed through my mind. “As soon as he sees you in this get-up he’ll be hard as a rock and rarin’ to go, babe.”
“Go get cleaned up,” I kissed him, “this is your big night. You ready to take it to the next level?”
“To be honest, I haven’t been able to think about anything else all day.” He gave my bare ass a hearty squeeze and headed for the shower.
I was getting more turned on by the minute, I might just cum before we even get started! After trying on five different pairs of panties, three g-strings, and one crotchless number, I decided to wear nothing. I loved the way my lips were puffed up after shaving and by my extended arousal. I put on my white satiny robe and headed down to Evan’s room.
I knocked and waited this time until I heard him invite me in. I opened the door and he was standing up from his bed wearing just a pair of tight boxer briefs. They hugged his muscular buttocks and I could clearly see the outline of his semi-erect shaft. I was almost sexier than seeing him naked.
“Are you going out with Mandy tonight?” I asked praying he’d say no.
“Next Friday,” he said with a self-satisfied grin.
“Any plans for tonight?”
“Sam wanted to go to the movies, but it looks likes you have something else in mind.” He nodded toward my boots. I realized how silly I must look in my robe and mistress-boots!
“I think you should go out with Sam,” I opened my robe and let it fall. The cool air hit my bare nipples and freshly shaven pussy lips and a shiver ran through me. “It would be good for you to hang out with your friends for a change.”
After all we had done together over the past week, it was especially gratifying to see his reaction. As my husband would say, ‘he didn’t know whether to shit or go blind.’ I could see his cock growing in his shorts, and he rushed over to me, grabbed me in his arms and started sucking one of my nipples. Hard!
It was exactly the reaction I was hoping for, and I was shamelessly thrilled.
“Slow down, baby!” I laughed and pulled him away from my breast. He grabbed my wrists and dove back in on my other nipple. Sucking and biting aggressively. “Hey!” I cried, “Listen to your mother! Stop it!” I was so excited by the way he was treating my body that I couldn’t make myself sound serious.
I stepped back quickly. My nipple stretched and popped out of his mouth giving me a tingle up my spine. He came forward again, took me by the shoulders and kissed me. This wasn’t the soft, tender kind of kiss we’d shared before, this was a strong kiss filled with lust and passion. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. I pushed him away with some effort.
“Suck me,” I blurted out without thinking.
He dropped to his knees and I mounted his face. His tongue and lips ravaged me. My clit, my hole, my entire vulva were the objects of his frenzied oral attack.
“Your pussy tastes so good, Mom. I love your cunt so much!”
“Oh my God, you suck me so good, baby. But don’t make me cum. I don’t want to cum yet.” This was going to be almost impossible! He put a finger inside me and sucked my clit like a baby sucks his bottle. I was about to explode. “Give me your cock! Let me suck your cock.
He stood up, his lips and cheeks coated with a shiny layer of my pussy juices. I dropped to my knees in front of my son and tore down his shorts. His hard cock sprung out, hitting me in the face. He must have noticed the little trill of pleasure that escaped my throat because he seized his cock and slapped it lightly against my cheek. I turned my face, inviting another. And he slapped me with his meaty rod a little harder. I turned the other cheek, and he gave me another one, even harder. I snatched his prick into my mouth and began sucking.
“That’s it, Mom, swallow my cock. Suck me like the slutty mom you are.” I love it when my man talks dirty, and my son was really pressing all the right buttons for me. “You want my balls, Mom? You want to suck on my big, hairy balls?”
“Yes, I want my son’s balls in my mouth,” I panted and opened up. He stuffed his scrotum into my waiting mouth and I tongued his soft, young balls.
“Mom, I’m gong to cum all over your face.” He was stroking himself.
“No,” I said breathlessly. “I don’t want you to cum yet either.” As soon as I finished saying that I took his cock back into my mouth. I hadn’t felt him shoot directly into my throat yet. I hadn’t tasted his cum straight from his cock, and I wanted that so badly right then. But I didn’t want to spoil my plan. I forced myself to release his cock, and remained motionless on my knees trying to muster my willpower.
“Mom, I was so close. Please, suck me some more.”
“You keep quiet, young man,” I told him sternly and smacked him on the butt. I went to where his pants were draped over the back of his chair and removed his belt from the loops. I gave him a little whack on the butt with it and he yelp. Oops, I didn’t think it would sting that much! “That’s what you get for not listening to your mother.”
I made a loop in the belt and slipped it over his head and tightened it a little and led him down to my bedroom on my improvised leash. When we got there my husband was waiting on the bed. He was hard, and I suspect he heard us playing down the hall.
“I thought we had a strict policy against dogs in the bedroom, hon,” Don joked.
“This one’s been a bad puppy,” I said as I removed the ‘leash.’
“Did he pee on the carpet again?”
“He was humping my mouth with his naughty cock like a bad doggie.” I slapped him on the ass. “Now get on the bed and suck your father’s cock!” I commanded.
“I like this training method!” Don lay back and prepared to be pleasured. Evan crawled up the bed between his father’s legs and dutifully began sucking his cock. I wanted to stay and watch, but I had some more equipment I needed to prepare. I gave Evan’s balls a squeeze, gave my hubby a wink, and went into the bathroom.
“Evan,” I called from the bathroom as I was getting myself ready, “don’t let Daddy cum yet either!”
Once everything was in place, I stepped out of the bathroom. Not being able to resist a little drama I stood with my hands on my hips and my shoulders thrown back and like I was some kind of superhero. The boys looked over and saw me standing proudly in my green corset, high boots, and sporting my very own hard-on thanks to the strap-on dildo I was now wearing.
Evan’s jaw dropped, and my husband just smiled–he knew what was coming.
“Roll over, Rover,” I said as I approached the bed. My husband obeyed and turned face-down on the bed. I climbed up onto the bed and handed Evan the lube. “You got to watch your Dad fucking me, now you get to see me fucking Dad.”
“You’re going to put that in Dad’s ass?” His eyes dropped down to the hard, blue dildo jutting out from my crotch.
“We want to share everything with you, honey, and this is one of the things we like to do. Are you up for it?”
“What does it look like?” Evan was referring to his straining erection.
“All right then, you did such a good job lubing up my ass last night, would you like to do the honors for your dear ol’ dad?”
“Sure thing.” He squeezed a big blob of jelly into his hand. Don opened his legs some, and I spread his butt cheeks apart exposing his hairy asshole. My son reached down and smeared the lube onto his father’s puckered hole. Evan’s hands were shaking with excitement.
“Don’t be cheap with that stuff, son,” Don called back. “Make sure I’m good and slick.” Evan applied more lube and without any instruction slipped a finger into his father’s asshole. I could feel my clit pulsing with delight at seeing that. He added another finger and loosened up his dad’s ‘man-gina’ (as Don jokingly referred to it).
Once Evan determined my husband was ready, he turned to me and lubed up my ‘cock.’
“You ready to take it in the ass, hon?”
“It’s all yours, babe.” Don brought his knees under him and lifted his butt up to the level of my cock. I moved into position between his legs and readied my phallus. Evan stood up on the bed and positioned himself astride my husband’s back facing me. He would have an eagle-eye view from there.
My son bent down and kissed my lips, then spread his father’s cheeks open for me. I leaned forward, holding the base of the fake cock with one hand, and penetrated my husband’s ass. The dildo slid easily into his well-greased orifice and I watched as a broad smile spread across Evan’s face. I pulled back and thrust into my husband. The harness was a little loose, but I was still able to drive my point home with authority.
“Mom, you are totally fucking Dad’s ass right now.”
“That’s right.” I slapped Don’s cheek nice and hard. “Your dad is my little bitch. He loves getting fucked in the ass with a nice, hard cock. Don’t you?” SLAP!
“Oh, yeah. Fuck me, fuck my ass, baby”
Evan stood up straight and put his cock to my lips. I took him in and sucked him as I continued to ram into my husband. After only a few strokes in my mouth, he pulled out and leaned down to suck each of my nipples in turn. He then reached around and grabbed his father’s dangling cock and fondled him. Evan wanted it all.
“You like watching your dad get fucked, Evan? You like seeing Mommy’s big cock in Daddy’s asshole?”
“God, Mom, it’s so exciting.” His expression changed suddenly, as if struck by a realization. He looked at me with a determined look. “Mom, I want to try.”
“What, honey? What do you want to try?” I could feel my heart thumping in anticipation. He licked his lips and looked once more at the fake penis plunging in and out of his father.
“I want to fuck Dad. I want to put my cock in Dad’s ass and fuck him.”
“Are you really sure? You want this for yourself, and not just to please us?”
“I’ve always thought about it, and this is my chance. I love you guys, and I want this with you. I have to find out if it’s what’s right for me, and I want to find out with the people I trust the most in the world.”
I just nodded and kissed him on the forehead. It was such a relief to hear him express himself like that. I knew then that this wasn’t all just some wicked plot to get my own sexual thrills, but that we were actually helping my son become his own man.
I pulled out and moved aside. I grabbed the lube and applied it to Evan’s rock hard cock. I added some more to Don’s ass and held my breath.
“Go easy back there, buddy,” Don said only half-jokingly.
“I’ll try, Dad.”
Even pressed his cock against his father’s ass, and after a brief moment of resistance he was in. Don moaned as his anus was stretched, and Evan shuddered with pleasure as he eased his cock deeper inside his father. It was so beautiful to witness that moment of my two most loved men joining together in this ultimate union.
I realized that I was reflexively stroking my fake cock as I watched. I quickly undid the straps and took the contraption off, never taking my eyes off the sight of my son making love to my husband’s ass. I couldn’t resist reaching out and touching the place where they came together. I mimicked Evan from the previous night and wrapped my fingers around his cock so he was fucking through my hand into Don’s ass. This was the culmination of all my fantasies, and I was enthralled.
“I can’t see anything from up here,” Don complained. “Can I turn around, maybe?”
Evan pulled out and his father rolled over onto his back and pulled his legs up, presenting his asshole once more to his son. Don’s cock was stiff and his clean shaven balls were spread out, all loose and relaxed. Evan moved back in and buried his cock once more in his father’s willing asshole.
I propped some pillows under Don’s head so he could get a better view, then kissed him passionately. I lay alongside my husband and we watched together. I fingered my hard clit gently, teasing myself at the edge of orgasm.
My husband watched his son fuck him with a funny mix of pride and pleasure. Evan, meanwhile, was staring down at his father’s ass and cock. Don’s penis bounced with each thrust and made for a mesmerizing sight. I reached down and stroked his erection, occasionally sliding my hand down to feel my son entering his ass.
“How is it, Evan?” I breathed. “Does it feel good to fuck a man’s asshole?”
“It does feel good, Mom. He’s so tight, and strong. I love looking at Dad’s cock while I fuck him.”
“Are you going to cum?”
“Yes, Mom. I’m ready to explode!”
“Do you want to cum in your father’s tight ass?”
“Yes, Mom! Oh, God, yes!”
“Do it, baby! Fill your dad’s asshole with your cum!”
“I’m cumming! Watch me cum, Mom! I’m cumming, ahhhh!” Evan thrust deep into Don’s ass and released his pent up load of hot cum. Don took the shock of Evan’s hard thrust without flinching and watched his son’s ecstatic expression as he pumped spurt after spurt of semen inside him. Don never experienced anything like that when I fucked him in the ass!
Evan remained still for a long time, eyes closed, coming down from his orgasm. His cock remained pressed deep within. I could feel my own juices leaking onto my thigh as I lay suspended in that intimately quiet moment with my two lovers.
Evan pulled out, but still no one spoke. I looked at my husband’s face. I searched for signs of regret, or shame, or maybe disgust. Evan’s eyes were cast down. Was he driven to this by nothing more than teenage lust? Was he only now becoming aware that he’s violated some personal boundary in the heat of the moment? It would be me that he will blame. And rightly so. My throat tightened, and I couldn’t breathe.
Evan lifted his eyes and looked at his father.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” he shook his head, and I felt a cold dread in my chest. “My own father…” A smile slowly transformed Evan’s face. “I love you, Dad.”
“I…I love you, too, buddy.”
Evan lay down atop his father and gave him a hug. I was able to breathe again, overcome with relief.
“I know this probably wasn’t easy for you,” Evan said to his father. “But it means a lot to me that you were willing to do that for me.”
“Your mother deserves most of the credit,” Don smiled. “She’s the one who put me up to it.” He tussled Evan’s hair and looked into his son’s eyes. “And I’m damn glad she did, too.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
“You’re welcome, honey.” I joined the family hug. “I’ll say it again, we just want you to be happy, whatever it takes.”
“You know what would make me very happy right now?” Evan asked.
“What’s that, sweet heart?”
“If Dad would return the favor.”
“You want your father to fuck you in the ass, honey?” I asked, feeling the thrill rising between my legs. Evan nodded enthusiastically.
“I thought you’d never ask! Lube up that boy of yours, hon, I’m goin’ in!”
Evan took his father’s place, lying on his back. He lifted his legs and let me rub the jelly onto his ass. His father and I spent a good long while loosening him up; first with our fingers, then with the blue dildo, and finally Evan said he was ready. Don got between his son’s legs and gently slid his cock into his boy. Evan trusted his father enough to relax and enjoy yet another sexual first.
“This feels so weird,” Evan marveled. “But good.”
“I’ve never been more turned on in my life,” I said as I watched them together and touched myself. I was so happy.
“Mom, you haven’t even cum yet,” my son reminded me between moans of pleasure. “Let me lick your pussy.”
I wasn’t about to turn down that offer, and I straddled his face. My son began licking my pussy and clit. I was facing my husband as he rhythmically fucked Evan’s ass. We exchanged a smile, and he gave me a wink.
“That’s it, baby, suck my pussy,” I groaned. “You suck my cunt so good.” It seemed like only a matter of seconds before he coaxed an orgasm from me. Don leaned over and took one of my hard nipples into his mouth and pulled at it. I pressed my clit back against Evan’s lips, ready for him to suck me off again.
“Atta boy, Evan, make your old lady cum some more!” Don cheered him on.
I fucked my sons face, rotating my hips and feeling the tip of his nose rubbing at the entrance of my pussy hole. My husband sucked one of my nipples, while I tugged hard on the other. In no time my whole body was being rocked by another orgasm.
Don increased his pace, humping his son’s virgin ass faster and faster. He grunted and pulled out, firing off a huge surge of cum right onto Evan’s balls. My husband milked his cock some more, and further drenched his son’s nuts.
As soon as he was done I was down there sucking my husband’s fresh cum off of my boy’s big, hairy balls. As I hungrily licked up the semen, Evan slipped a finger in my pussy and sucked me to orgasm yet again. This boy was a genius with his tongue!
After a few minutes to catch our breath, we all took a shower, and got back into bed clean and refreshed. We cuddled up together to go to sleep, but no one was sleepy. Evan and his father took turns making love to me, then I sucked each of them off afterward. We formed a circle on the bed so that Don was eating my pussy, I was sucking Evan’s cock, and Evan was sucking his Dad’s cock. After almost an hour of trying every combination we could think of, we tried once more to get to sleep.
But Evan was still hard, so I jerked him off onto my tits. Watching this got Don excited again, and he jerked off his semi-hard cock, producing only a few small droplets of cum. All this jerking got me going again, and I fingered myself to another orgasm. I had easily reached double digits that night (a new record for me).
We finally fell asleep only a couple hours before sunrise; together, naked, and happy.
These early days of exploration and experimentation with my son and husband were some of the most exciting sexual experiences of my life. Evan and I continued to have sex for many years afterward. My husband would sometimes join in, but my son and I mostly carried on just the two of us. In the months following our initial wild week, Evan and I were able to take things slower, and spend a lot of time being intimate.
I taught him all the ways I knew how to please a woman, and he was eager to practice under my loving direction. He never failed to give me the most wonderful orgasms, and I made sure he knew my body was always available to him. One of my favorite little rituals we developed was when Evan would ask for me to put on a “Pussy Show” for him. He’d say something like, “Hey, Mom, how about a nice pussy show?” and I’d lie on my back, spread my legs, and open my pussy for him. Evan would stare at my exposed cunt and jerk off onto it. I would rub his semen all over myself then make myself cum.
Evan told me that he had enjoyed the things he had shared with his father, but he had come to learn for sure that he wasn’t gay, despite his earlier fantasies involving men. He and his father enjoyed playing with each other during our threesomes, and I found them masturbating together to porn on more than a few occasions, but he told me that he wasn’t really interested in pursuing a bisexual lifestyle either. For him it was a matter of curiosity, which was satisfied nicely within his own loving family.
He had become more confident and his self-esteem steadily improved. Evan was making new friends, and dated several girls his own age. The more social he became, the less time he spent around the house, and our sex lives together slowly waned. It was sad for me, but I knew I had to let him go and allow him to live his own independent life. What never went away was how close and open we could be with each other.
If Evan and I were watching TV together, for example, I could put my head in his lap and he would caress my breasts lovingly through my shirt. It didn’t have to lead to wild sex. It was these little intimacies between us that meant more to me in the long run. I also enjoyed being affection with my husband in front of our son without having to hold back. Don and I could kiss, and feel each other up while Evan watched and not have to be inhibited at all. It was so freeing and comfortable.
The last time Evan and I had sex was shortly before he met Melissa. We had only been together a few times that year, so it wasn’t like we were doing it much anyway at that time. But Melissa turned out to be ‘the one.’ My baby was in love.
They were married recently, and are very happy together. I’m pretty certain she doesn’t know about our family secret, but I often fantasize these days about Evan bringing her into our ‘inner circle.’ There’s a foursome I would love to try!
I can hardly wait to become a grandmother, with a nice handsome grandson or two…
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