Bedside Manner: Part II

(Les, pedo, 3some (FFF) 4some (FFFb), oral, anal, facial) 


The story so far: 12-year-old Damien spent a weekend in hospital, during which 
he was seduced by two boy-lover nurses, Anita, 27, and Lynda, 22. He made plans 
for the two nurses to come to his house for some fun the next Friday evening. 
However, Damien's mother - a 37-year-old lesbian single-mother - has found out 
what Damien, Anita and Lynda got up to in hospital. The cunning mother has sent 
Damien over to a friend's house for the evening and now she is alone with the 
two bisexual nurses who seduced her son.. 

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"Have a seat ladies," Clarissa invited her guests as she swept into the living 
room after them, her green satin dressing-gown shimmering in the lights that 
burned brightly. It was still light outside, but the curtains were fully drawn.
Anita and Lynda, dressed in skimpy tops and tight jeans, sat down next to each 
other on the sofa. It was a luxuriously furnished living room, large with a big 
black leather sofa and two matching armchairs. A big smoked-glass and chrome 
coffee table sat in the middle of the room. There was a big stone fireplace 
flanked by oak bookcases crammed with books, and a large TV sat in the corner of 
the room, currently switched off. Anita and Lynda glanced at each other, 
anxiously, then looked at Clarissa who casually moved the coffee table to 
one-side, creating an empty space in the centre of the room. The tall busty 
mother then stood in front of the sofa, facing the two nurses.
"So," Clarissa began, still sounding stern, although not aggressive, "I know 
what you got up to with my son last weekend. I couldn't resist a peek in his 
diary, and what did I read? A rather sordid tale, that's what. It started with a 
long description of you both." Clarissa paused as she recalled the words Damien 
had written in his small, neat, childish handwriting: "'Anita is really tall, 
with black hair and a pretty face. She has big boobs, although I didn't see 
them, she did not take her top off despite what we got up to.' Then he scribbled 
'Lynda is dead small, not much bigger than me. She has small boobies but they 
are really nice and so is her arse. She has brown hair, both on her head and 
around her thingie. I can't say which one is prettier because they are so really 
hot'"
Anita and Lynda were rather proud to have been described in such a fashion, but 
they could not afford to sit and enjoy the compliments-by-proxy from the boy. 
They were still worrying what on Earth Clarissa was going to do.
"Naturally it did occur to me," Clarissa smiled, a wicked glint in her green 
eyes, "as to how my twelve-year-old son was so familiar with how you looked 
without clothes. But I was soon enlightened by all the words he had scribbled 
down in his diary. He described how you, Anita, jerked him off in bed, then how 
you, Lynda, helped him take a shower, during which you took off your clothes and 
showed him your vagina - or 'snatch' as my son rather amusingly referred to it - 
then you sucked his prick. You swallow, too, according to Damien. Then," 
Clarissa continued, unable to keep a hint of excited lust creeping into her 
seductive-sounding voice, "my son described how you, Lynda, took his cherry the 
next morning by getting on top of him and riding him whilst he 'played with her 
boobies'. That evening, not long after I had left it seems, he had vaginal and 
anal sex with you, Anita, and likewise with your colleague the following 
morning. It was evident it was entirely instigated by you two, as seen as my shy 
little boy is not likely to go around seducing grown women."
Anita, being the more dominant and older one of the two 
lovers/colleagues/flatmates seemed more in control and was evidently curious as 
to how the evening would develop. The petite, doe-eyed Lynda was more anxious 
and she fidgeted on the sofa whilst having visions of being hauled off by the 
authorities.
"So, is it true?" asked Clarissa.
"Yes," Anita said, simply.
Lynda just nodded.
A wicked grin formed on Clarissa's attractive face. 
"Well," she declared, "young ladies today eh?"
"Are you going to call the police?" blurted out Lynda.
"No, not at all," Clarissa said, decisively, "I don't know why I should, after 
all, no crime was committed. My son enjoyed it. So did you two it seems. 
However," she continued, "I did want to confront you two about this because,I 
must confess, I was somewhat jealous when I read Damien's diary. It's been three 
years since I last had a good fuck. Did Damien tell you I'm a lesbian? Or 
bisexual, really, given that I've fucked as many men as I have women?"
"He mentioned it, yes," Anita replied.
"Like I said," continued Clarissa, "I found myself imaging you two getting it 
one with Damien and I was thoroughly turned on, not to mention jealous. Imagine 
that, a grown woman jealous of her twelve-year-old son's sex-life! So, I've got 
rid of Damien for the evening so I could get to meet you pair of horny sluts for 
a couple of reasons. First off, I'm rather curious why you seduced my son? I can 
understand men lusting after young schoolgirls, but not really women lusting 
after schoolboys. I'm honestly curious. Do you lust after all boys of that age, 
or just my son?"
"I've always loved young boys," Anita explained, determined to be 
straightforward and communicate with Clarissa on an equal basis rather than 
allow herself to be interrogated, "It stems from my brother. When I was a 
teenager me and my kid brother used to engage in some mutual masturbation then 
graduated to full sex - oral, vaginal and anal - and though I do love women very 
much I have a real soft spot for boys. Ones just on the edge of puberty, like 
Damien."
"What about you Lynda?"
"I....kinda like boys...just recently," stammered Lynda, shyly, "I mainly like 
women, but Anita turned me on to the idea of seducing a young boy....and I did 
enjoy it...a lot..."
"Boys Damien's age are fantastic," Anita butted in, "They're so sweet and 
tender, and have a wonderful attitude towards sex. They're wonderfully honest, 
charming and niave, unlike a blundering, crude and forceful grown man. I love 
them."
"Interesting," nodded Clarissa, admitting to herself that she could perhaps 
understand why a woman would be attracted to pre-teen boy, "I can sort of see 
your point. Well...my son obviously enjoyed screwing you too, and you enjoyed 
being screwed by him, so obviously I don't see what there is to mad about, if 
that's what you were expecting me to be."
"What was the other reason you wanted to meet us two?" Lynda asked, a little 
more confident now that she knew she would not leave this place in police 
custody.
"As I previously mentioned," Clarissa began, "it's been three-years since I last 
had a lover, and frigging myself silly is growing somewhat boring." She undid 
her dressing-gown's belt and swifly slid off the robe and slung it aside. "You 
are more than welcome - sometime over the weekend - to come round here and fuck 
my son; after all, there's nothing wrong with a boy having his girlfriends round 
for the day, even if they are about twice his age. However, if you want to fuck 
him again, you'll have to fuck me."
Lynda and Anita sat there and admired the gorgeous figure of the nude woman that 
stood before them.
Thirty-seven-year-old Clarissa had a superb body. She was very tall, 
five-foot-ten, and slim with long toned legs and a flat firm belly. Her breasts 
were very large, 36DD and topped with large dark nipples that stood out erectly. 
At her crotch was a neat triangle of brown hair. Clarissa's face was pretty, 
with piercing green eyes and sharp cheeks, her strawberry-blonde hair hanging 
down way past her shoulders and almost to her waist. It would be best to 
describe Clarissa as having an athletic build for to her body. It was not in 
anyway muscular or masculine - Clarissa's sensous curves, heavy breasts and 
round firm bum-cheeks oozed nothing but femininity - but there was a well-toned 
look of strength to her lithe frame.
"You don't have to bribe us to get us to fuck you," Anita said as she stood up 
(at five-foot-seven she was tall, but still three-inches shorter than Clarissa), 
"You have a gorgeous figure. What do you think Lynda?" she asked as she turned 
to her petite lover, "Are you up for fucking the mother of the boy we fucked 
last week?"
Lynda smiled and nodded. "You look gorgeous Clarissa," she told the naked woman 
standing before them.
"Thank you," Clarissa said, adopting the formal tone with which she bossed 
around her staff at work, "Now, Anita, kneel in front of me and eat my cunt out. 
Lynda? Kneel behind me, spread my arse-cheeks and lick my shitter."
Anita smiled. She was a very dominant woman, and enjoyed being in charge when 
having sex with the more reserved Lynda, but Anita was definately going to enjoy 
the novelty of fucking a woman on her level of command.
Clarissa remained standing in the centre of the brightly lit living room, feet 
slightly apart, body almost quivering with excitement at the fun that lay ahead. 
Anita knelt in front of Clarissa and placed her warm hands on the older woman's 
firm thighs and licked her lips before she stuck her head up into her crotch and 
began eagerly slurping at the hot moist vagina. 
"Oooh, yeah," Clarissa sighed. It had been so long since anyone had eaten out 
her cunt. She then watched as Lynda scampered round behind her. "That's it, eat 
my cunt. Eat it out you delicious whore."
"What a gorgeous arse you have," Lynda said as she knelt behind Clarissa. She 
placed her hands on the woman's firm buttocks and spread them, revealing a 
lovely shaved anus, dark pink and puckered. Anita and Lynda enjoyed a lot of 
anal play, and Lynda consequently had a lot of experience in the art of 
arse-licking (in the literal sense.) She leaned forwards and delicately ran the 
tip of her small wet tongue round Clarissa's arsehole.
"Mmmmm," Lynda purred. She loved licking arseholes, they felt nice and rubbery 
and puckered. She swirled her tongue round that tight hole whilst keeping 
Clarissa's buttocks spread, then she began to work the tip of her tongue up past 
the sphincter.
"Oh yeah, stick it up my arse," Clarissa groaned, lewdly, "Ram it up me you 
horny fucking bitch."
Anita often spoke to Lynda in such a filthy, forceful way, and Lynda - who liked 
being dominated somewhat - got incredibly turned on. Like Anita, she was still 
wearing a T-shirt - a short one that exposed her flat belly - and tight jeans, 
but she wished she was naked. She figured that she would be soon though! For 
now, she concentrated on rimming Clarissa. She wriggled her tongue up further 
into her the older woman's arsehole, up and up, into the clammy depths of her 
rectum. 
Round the other side, Anita was getting up Clarissa's cunt, pushing her tongue 
right up the slippery pink orifice and into her womb.
"Uuuuuuunnh," sighed Clarissa, feeling both young lady's tongues squirming far 
into her cunt and rectum. She'd had her arsehole and cunt licked out plenty of 
times before, but never having had a threesome before she'd not enjoyed these 
sensations at the same time. Her legs felt shaky and her big heavy tits jiggled 
as ripples of pleasure ran through her tall curvaceous body. "Oh yeah, yeah," 
she panted, "Lick me out you sluts, eat my cunt, eat my arse. Oh fuck, oh sweet 
buggering Christ yeah!"
From down below came the slurpy smacking noises of some serious oral attention, 
Anita sucking wetly on Clarissa's dripping twat whilst Lynda was still intently 
snaking her tongue up Clarissa's rectal passage.
For a moment, Anita took her face from Clarissa's crotch and she looked up, her 
beautiful young face slick with cunt-juice, her red lipstick slightly smeared.
"Your cunt tastes gorgeous," she told Clarissa.
"Then eat it out some more my pretty bitch," Clarissa purred, placing a hand on 
the back of Anita's head and pushing her face back into her snatch. Anita buried 
her tongue obligingly up Clarissa's sopping twat. She didn't need any 
encouragement to do this activity, and neither did Lynda as she busied herself 
tongue-fucking the arsehole of the woman she and her lover had sandwiched 
between them.
"Oh fuck, yeah, eat me out," moaned Clarissa a moment later, the sensuous 
pleasure eminating from her sucked orifices rising and rising to a fever pitch, 
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!! UUUUUH!" Her tall curvaceous body shuddered as she stood 
there, naked and with the nipples standing out erectly atop her big wobbly tits, 
Anita and Lynda licking her out during her climax. "Oh GOD! YES! Suck me! Lick 
me! Fuck! By God, what an orgasm, yeah."
Anita and Lynda finally moved back, licking their slick lips. Clarissa towered 
nude over them, brushing her hair from her sweaty face. 
"Shall we undress now?" asked Anita, elegantly getting to her feet.
"Oh yes, strip, strip," panted Clarissa, "Let me see your fine bodies."
Anita stepped back and began undressing. Lynda came round and stood next to her 
and also began removing her clothes. Soon, the two young nurses were standing 
nude and Clarissa was utterly smitten with their beautiful young bodies. She 
stepped fowards and ran her hands over the naked young women, muttering lewd 
compliments as she did so. They contrasted quite nicely. 
Anita was tall and leggy, with a glamorous body. Her legs were firm and toned, 
her arse shapely, round and mouthwatering. Though her tits were not as big as 
Clarissa's impressive melons, they were nonetheless an impressive pair of boobs, 
34D in size and with big dark red nipples.
On the other hand, Lynda was very small and petite, with tiny titties, pale skin 
and a beautifully pert little bottom. Anita's black cunt-hair was neatly 
trimmed, but Lynda's chestnut-brown cunt-hair was mostly shaved, just a small 
amount adorning her pubic mound below her flat little stomach. Damien had noted 
in his diary that Lynda was aged twenty-two, and had Clarissa not read this 
information she would have honestly guessed that Lynda was only about nineteen, 
or perhaps even younger. The little brunette was so adorably petite, and it 
occured to Clarissa that if Lynda had her hair pulled up in bunches and wore a 
school-uniform she could pass for a schoolgirl in her mid-teens. She made a 
mental note to suggest such a disguise for a future occasion.
Right now though, Clarissa was unable to take her eyes off the two young lady's 
bodies. She knelt and stuck her head obscenely between Anita's legs and sucked 
for a moment on her cunt. Then she stood and fondled her tits with one hand 
whilst her other hand strayed over Lynda's small breasts and belly. Licking her 
lips, Clarissa then knelt down before Lynda and lapped at her cunt for a moment. 
Unable to stay still, she had Lynda turn round and bend over.
"Oh my, what a beautiful bum," she growled, lustfully, as she fondled Lynda's 
cute pale buttocks and admired the pink little anus between those cheeks. She 
leaned forwards and ran her tongue up and down Lynda's arse-crack, making the 
young lady sigh with pleasure. Lynda squealed with delight when she felt 
Clarissa's tongue force it's way past her sphincter and into her rectum.
"Lick my arse too," Anita said as she turned round and bent over. She had taken 
orders from Clarissa and now felt obliged to dish them out, too. Clarissa soon 
hopped from Lynda to Anita and she tongued and licked the latter's anus. Then 
she went back to Lynda, then to Anita. She lapped at their arseholes hungrily, 
making it clear that she shared Anita and Lynda's taste for anal-play.
"I simply must fuck you two," Clarissa said once she'd slurped her fill of her 
guest's orifices. She turned and went to a small carrier bag that sat on an 
armchair. Anita and Lynda turned and watched as Clarissa pulled a large strap-on 
dildo from the bag, a smooth white one nine-inches in length and attached to a 
black leather belt. The busty blonde fitted it to herself. "Who's first?" she 
asked, strolling towards the sofa again, the big plastic phallus jutting out 
from her crotch.
"Me," Anita said, without hesitation, "I want you to fuck my hot cunt then I 
want you to fuck me in the arse."
"I like a slut who knows what she wants," grinned Clarissa, "Sit down on the 
sofa and spread your legs." 
Anita did so, her long legs flung apart as she sat on the edge of the seat, her 
wet pink slit winking from between her firm toned thighs. Clarissa knelt between 
Anita's parted legs and spent a moment stroking the tip of the strap-on dildo up 
and down the entrance to the young lady's cunt. Then she slid it in to a depth 
of four-inches, making Anita moan with pleasure.
"Oooh yeah, fuck me," she purred, "Mmmmm."
"I'm going to fuck you even harder than my son fucked you," Clarissa promised, 
and she swiftly planted the remaining five-inches of the thick dildo into 
Anita's cunt, making her cry out with pleasure.
"Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me," Anita begged, "Ram it right up my cunt. Uh. Uh. Oh 
yeah."
Clarissa's delicious arse clenched and unclenched as she began thrusting back 
and forth, the long smooth white fake cock drawing back and forth in Anita's 
cunt with ease thanks to the moistness of that sublime orifice. 
Lynda had been standing nearby watching this and was abruptly called to 
attention by Clarissa.
"Lynda? Stand on the sofa, astride Anita, so that I can eat out your cunt. If 
I'm going to indulge myself with two pretty cunts there's no point in having one 
standing idle. Give me you twat you sweet little minx."
Unlike Anita, Lynda was far more used to taking such lewd orders, and that was 
the way she preferred it too. The delicate brunette got up on the sofa and stood 
with her small bare feet planted either side of Anita's hips so that her groin 
was right in front of Clarissa's face. Without ceremony, Clarissa jammed her 
head between Lynda's legs and began slurping noisily on her pretty young vagina. 
She was an expert cunt-licker, and an enthusiastic one too, not having tasted 
one for so long until this evening, and Lynda was soon moaning with pleasure. 
She bent forwards a little and placed her hands on Clarissa's shoulders to help 
support herself. Clarissa was, during the whole time she ate out Lynda's cunt, 
busy fucking the strap-on in and out of Anita's womb. Anita sat up, spying that 
Lynda's sweet pale bottom was within reach of her face and soon she clapped her 
hands to those delicate cheeks and spread them. Then she leaned forwards and 
pushed her wet tongue up Lynda's rectum. 
"Ooooh, oh yeah," Lynda gasped as she was subjected to the same thrill as 
Clarissa had earlier - a tongue up each of her holes. Lynda had never enjoyed a 
threesome before so, like Clarissa, this was her first experience of such a 
delightful activity. She tipped her head back to the ceiling, her eyelids 
fluttering, the tender pink nipples of her small breasts sticking out erectly. 
It wasn't long before she climaxed. "Uuuuh, I'm cumming, oh yeah! Oh GOD! Lick 
me, lick my cunt, my arse, oh yeah. UUUUUUNH!" Clarissa was gripping Lynda 
thighs and Anita's hands were roughly spreading her cheeks, and if it weren't 
for this support Lynda would have collapsed from the thoroughness of the 
prolonged climax she endured.
Clarissa finally shuffled back, taking the strap-on from Anita's cunt and her 
tongue from Lynda's. 
"Switch over girls," she said, and Lynda and Anita quickly did so, the latter 
now sitting back on the sofa with her legs apart and the former standing astride 
her. Two lovely cunts awaiting attention. Clarissa shuffled back up to them and 
pushed the strap-on dildo into Lynda's tight cunt to the hilt and, as she began 
fucking the younger woman, she stuck her tongue into Anita's sopping hairy twat. 
Although she was once again wracked with fatigue-enducing pleasure, Lynda 
managed to sit up slightly, spread Anita's cheeks, and return the favour her 
girlfriend had provided her by licking out her arsehole. Anita had been bought 
close to orgasm when Clarissa had fucked her a moment ago, but a strap-on dildo 
was not as good as a more natural body-part such as a finger, tongue or cock, 
and it was now, with Clarissa eating out her snatch and Lynda tonguing her anus 
that Anita climaxed, spluttering lewd obscenities as she did so.
Five-minutes of this fun - but exhausting - activity later, and Clarissa moved 
back once more. The dildo she had strapped to her crotch was slick with 
cunt-juice, as was her sweaty face. All three ladies were grinning.
"Your arses please girls," Clarissa said, standing up, "According to his lewd 
little notes, my son buggered the pair of you, indicating you perhaps share my 
own desire for backdoor fun."
"Damn right," Anita declared, "Although we were pushed for time, Damien fucked 
my arse very well and shot his load right up my rectum." Having been momentarily 
terrified a short while ago that Clarissa would call the police on them for what 
they'd been up to with her underage son, it was now very thrilling and 
liberating for Anita to sluttishly discuss Damien's sexual performance with the 
boy's own mum! 
It seemed to excite Clarissa too.
"Damien fucked you up the arse didn't he Lynda?" she asked the other one of her 
son's seducers.
"Mmmmm," nodded Lynda, not as confident as Anita but nonetheless sharing her 
thrill of discussing such a thing from the woman they had originally been 
intending to stop from finding out about their activities. "It was nice," she 
added, flashing a mischievous grin that once again made her look like a naughty 
teenaged girl rather than a woman of twenty-two.
"Bend over," Clarissa ordered them, "Both of you."
Anita got on the sofa, kneeling on the edge, backwards, her arms folded and 
resting on the back rest. Lynda took up the same position next to her so that 
both their beautiful bums were thrust out at crotch height, arseholes twitching 
expectantly.
"Shove it me Clarissa," Anita begged, as impatient as always, "Up my bum!"
"I think this dildo is slippery enough with cunt-sauce to glide up that arse of 
yours Anita," Clarissa said as she took up her position, standing behind the 
bent over slut, "Let's see how we go here." She placed her left hand on the base 
of Anita's back and held the base of the dildo with her right hand, guiding the 
glistening, juicy head of the torpedo shaped piece of hard moulded plastic to 
Anita's anus, which was still slick with Lynda's saliva. She pushed tentatively, 
and soon found that Anita's sphincter was nicely relaxed and had taken such 
hefty invaders on a regular basis. Clarissa pushed some more, slowly squeezing 
the tip of the dildo into the spread arse before her. Soon the whole tip was in 
and Clarissa kept pushing, easing forwards, inch by inch. Anita grunted as she 
felt her sphincter spread wide, but the discomfort soon faded and turned into a 
burning pleasure. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the back-rest of the 
sofa, her rectum filling with dildo, and still it kept sliding into her, further 
and further.
Finally, the final inch slid into place, and Clarissa smiled wickedly at the 
gorgeous sight of the very base of the nine-inch dildo gripped by Anita's anus, 
the rest of the sizable sex-toy rammed up the dark haired beauty's rectal 
passage.
Clarissa held Anita's hips and began fucking the young woman with heaving 
thrusts of her loins, ramming the big dildo up her arse. Antia's heavy firm tits 
jiggled beneath her as she grunted with animalistic lust, urging Clarissa to 
bugger her harder.
"Uuuuh, fuck me, fuck me Clarissa, fuck my arse! Fuck me deeper, 
harder...faster....fuck! UUUUH!"
As she energetically sodomized Anita, Clarissa was able admire Lynda's pert bum 
which was spread and ready for fucking next to Anita's. She reached across and 
fondled the brunette's arse, tracing a finger round her puckered anus which 
twitched at the touch. After a few more minutes of giving Anita a hard 
arse-fucking, Clarissa withdrew from her, slowly sliding the dildo out of her 
arse. The nine-inch phallus emerged with a slurpy 'pop', the hole which it had 
so thoroughly plugged now yawning and slick. 
"Your turn Lynda," Clarissa declared as she stepped to oneside so that the 
younger woman's bum was in the line of fire of her big strap-on, "Your arsehole 
looks a bit more delicate than your girlfriend's, but I dare say it can take a 
good fucking just as well."
"Damn right it can," Anita said, still bent over, looking over her shoulder, 
"Lynda can take my whole fist up her arse. Don't show her any mercy, ram it 
right up her."
Lynda remained silent, just grinning happily as she shivered with expectation, 
happy to let her lover speak on her behalf.
"A bit more lube might help," Clarissa concluded, although really she just 
wanted to eat out the woman's arse a bit more. She bent over and lapped at 
Lynda's bum-hole thirstily for a moment, making the nurse sigh with happiness. 
Then Clarissa stood up, ready for the heavier work. She placed the tip of the 
strap-on to the hole she'd just been licking and pushed.
Antia had not been lying. As petite and fragile looking as she may have been, 
Lynda was able to accommodate some pretty sizable objects up her arse, from 
dildos of all sizes to Anita's fist (she'd even fitted all but an inch of a 
foot-long cucumber up her rectum the other week during a rather spicy bit of 
food sex with Anita.) Clarissa applied pressure and watched as the tip of the 
dildo eased into Lynda's anus, but the small amount of resistance vanished once 
the hard part was over, and Clarissa was able to ease the dildo into the young 
slut's bowels in a steady gliding thrust. In one go, the whole nine-inches was 
buried up Lynda's arsehole, and she quivered with joy.
"Oh fuck, oh fuckin' yeah, fuck," Lynda yelped, "UUUUH! It's right up my arse."
Clarissa and Anita exchanged grins, the latter obviously aware of how her 
lover's introverted demeanour vanished when she was propelled to the heights of 
ecstasy.
Clarissa began to bum-fuck Lynda with the strap-on, long hard deep strokes that 
the horny bitch was evidently used too. She kept wailing with pleasure and 
uttering wild sluttish cries, urging her fucker to ram her arse harder. Clarissa 
obeyed, gritting her teeth and working up a sweat as she buggered Lynda. After a 
moment she reached across and stuck two fingers up Anita's arse. She worked them 
in and out for a moment then reached round and offered them to Lynda.
"Suck on them slut," she urged.
Without even needing the invite, Lynda slurped on the two digits presented to 
her, moaning inwardly with pleasure as she tasted her lover's arse-juices on 
them. Then Clarissa took them out, stuck her fingers up Anita's arse once more, 
then offered them to Anita, who was likewise happy to suck on them.
Eventually, Clarissa grew a bit tired and slowed down her thrusting. Finally, 
she stepped back, easing the long soiled strap-on cock from Lynda's ravished 
bum.
"Would you like us to return the favour?" asked Anita, getting off the sofa and 
kissing Clarissa, running her hands through the older woman's hair.
"Yes," Clarissa purred, "I need to be fucked, just as hard as I've fucked you 
two. I want you to wear this dildo and bum-fuck me whilst Lynda fists my cunt."
She removed the strap-on and Anita fitted it to herself.
Then, following Clarissa's orders, Anita sat down on the sofa and leaned back, 
the white dildo thrust upwards from her crotch like a tall and greasy tower.
Clarissa got astride Anita, lowering herself and sliding her anus down the 
greasy pole until she was anally-impaled to the hilt. She manouvered herself so 
that her spread legs were bent and her feet were planted on the edge of the 
sofa, then reached behind herself and gripped the back of the sofa, meaning she 
was squatting over Anita and - as she preferred to be - fully in control.
Clarissa rose up and down a few times, slowly, feeling the long dildo easing to 
and fro in her stretched anal-ring. 
"Okay Lynda," she then said to the brunette who had been watching from the 
sidelines, "Get down and fist my cunt. Slide it right into me."
Lynda grinned lewdly then knelt down, licking her lips as she admired the slick 
pink twat that lay between Clarissa's wide-flung thighs. She could see that all 
but half-an-inch of the nine-inch of the strap-on that Anita wore was up 
Clarissa's rectum, just a thin sliver of white plastic visible below the 
obscenely stretched anus of the lustful bisexual single-mother who was now 
taking her turn to be fucked.
Lynda spent a few moments licking Clarissa's cunt, tasting her lovely juices. 
Then she leaned back and reached out with her right hand and slid two fingers 
into the moist hole, fingering her own cunt with her left hand as she did so. 
Clarissa remained still for a moment, looking down past her heaving tits as 
Lynda worked a couple of digits in and out of her cunt. Anita was motionless 
too, slumped back in the sofa, Clarissa crouched over her. Anita flicked out her 
tongue and licked at the drips of sweat on Clarissa's upper back which was right 
in front of her face.
Sensing Clarissa's impatience, Lynda soon was working a third finger into her 
cunt, then a fourth. Clarissa's breathing grew more lustful and heated. Soon 
Lynda had clenched her small fist and was pushing it into the sopping cunt 
presented to her, working it in, knuckles first. 
"Uuuuuh, shove it up me," begged Clarissa, "Fuck yeah...right up me...into my 
cunt you gorgeous little slut."
Her tongue stuck out in concentration, Lynda kept easing her fist forwards 
until, finally, it slid up into Clarissa's twat to the wrist. The busty blonde 
cried out with ecstatic joy, her cunt now as fully penetrated as her 
dildo-plugged arsehole. 
Things then got moving. Clarissa pulled herself up, half of the dildo sliding 
out of her arse. Then she pushed herself down, swallowing the plastic cock once 
more with her rectum. She pulled herself up, then down again, then up, then 
down. Lynda worked with the rythm. When Clarissa rose she would pushed her fist 
right up into the mature slut's womb, the first half of her forearm sinking up 
into the slippery cunt-channel, then when Clarissa would sink down and impale 
herself fully on the dildo up her arse, Lynda would pull her arm back so only 
her fist was up Clarissa's cunt. 
This rythm began to increase in pace after about five-minutes, Clarissa's 
impending orgasm signalled by her rising cries of lust. Anita felt a little 
superfluous as she just sat there, not really able to do much work except thrust 
her hips up a little. She contented herself with clapping her hands to 
Clarissa's hips and helping to push her up and pull her down. Lynda was panting 
with pleasure as she fingered her own tight snatch with her left forefinger 
whilst pumping her right fist - most of her forarm - in and out Clarissa's 
sucking cunt.
"Oh God, oh God, NNNNG!!" cried Clarissa through gritted teeth, "Holy shit I'm 
cumming...AAAH!" She bounced up and down, eyes closed tightly and drooling like 
a rampant slut as her cunt was fisted and her arse dildo-fucked. Her enormous 
sweat-slick tits swung up and down in time with her bouncing. They were so big 
she was almost smacking herself in the face.
It was an Earth-shattering climax and when it finally died away, and Lynda had 
pulled her fist out of her cunt, Clarissa had to be practically lifted off of 
the dildo she was so exhausted. The busty babe slumped to oneside on the sofa, 
sweaty and totally shagged out. Anita took off the dildo and she and Lynda sat 
either side next to Clarissa. They caressed and kissed her, stroked her tits and 
sucked on her nipples. Clarissa turned from side-to-side, kissing each of them 
in turn, sliding her tongue into their throats. 
The trio of naked sweaty ladies spent a good five-minutes snogging like randy 
teenagers. Eventually, wanting to drink something other than just her new 
friend's spit, Clarissa got up, went to the kitchen, and returned with three 
glasses of red wine. They sat on the sofa, sipping their drinks and began 
chatting. 
Sensing that Clarissa was libertine woman like herself, Anita confided all her 
lewd secrets; fucking her kid brother when she was a teenager, seducing a number 
of boys at hospital, and finally her's and Lynda's plan to seduce Damien.
"Why do you like young boys exactly?" Clarissa asked her guests, "I'm curious, I 
want you to go into more details than earlier. I know of men who like pubescent 
girls but not women liking pubescent boys."
"I guess they're just such attentative lovers," Anita shrugged, "It's such a 
novelty for them. It's not really a case of being able to dominate them, just 
that they'll do anything you ask and be really grateful for it. Not like the few 
men I've slept with, who are often inconsiderate and think they're doing you a 
favour even when they blow their nuts in ten-seconds flat and fall asleep."
"I guess there's the corruption of the innocent," Clarissa mused, getting a kick 
out of imagining seeing her son fucking these two young ladies - a sight she 
hoped to see tomorrow, if her upcoming suggestion was accepted.
"There's that, yeah," Anita smirked, naughtily, "And the physical side. I dunno 
I just...never found myself lusting after broad-shouldered, hunky six-footers 
with body hair. I just love young boy's underdeveloped cocks - either with very 
little hair or, even better, none at all - their pale little bums and their 
sweet faces. Eyes wide in awe when they see a pair of boobs for the first time! 
Obviously I love women too. I've never considered it too much though. I don't 
think anyone ever understands their desires, so it's best just to go along with 
them."
"Clarissa?" began Lynda, feeling confident after having almost drained her glass 
of wine already, which had gone rapidly to her head, "When you met us at the 
door you said um...we should come in if we wanted to, y'know, fuck Damien 
again."
"Yup, that's what I said," Clarissa confirmed.
"So," smiled Lynda, "does that mean we can see him again?"
"Sure. How about tomorrow?"
"Sounds cool," Anita nodded, "He can come to our place if that's okay."
"No no, come round here," Clarissa replied, "Come round here, both of you. You 
can spend the day with my son. And me of course."
"You're going to be here?" asked Lynda.
"Sure," Clarissa shrugged, smiling and sipping her wine, "I want to see my son 
satisfying you two, it'll be a great thrill. And, of course, I'll join in and 
fuck you both when Damien needs a break."
Anita and Lynda thought this was a superb idea. Anita had got a kick out of the 
taboo of incest when she was humping her little brother all those years ago, and 
though Clarissa had made no mention of getting it on with Damien, it was still a 
kind of quasi-incest - a woman and her twelve-year-old son both screwing a pair 
of women together. This evening had turned out better than Anita and Lynda could 
have imagined.
"Let's go upstairs," Clarissa said a moment later, having finished her drink, 
"I'll not be picking up Damien for another couple of hours."
"Shall we stick around for when he gets back?" asked Lynda.
Clarissa thought about this for a moment. "No, let's leave it until tomorrow, 
it'll be more fun for us all. Besides, he'll be tired. He's only twelve, he 
needs his beauty sleep. No, you two go home for the night and come round here 
tomorrow at nine. Right now, come on upstairs ladies."
Anita and Lynda sprang to their feet and eagerly followed Clarissa up to her 
bedroom where the clambered eagerly onto the large bed.
The three of them screwed each other senseless. Clarissa did not dictate things 
like she had earlier. In fact, no-one did. They just sprawled across the bed, 
sucking, licking and fingering each other, exploring one another's bodies, 
making things up as they went along. They didn't bother using sex-toys either, 
they were quite happy with their tongues and fingers. 
It was over an hour before they'd finally partially sated their lust. Their 
bodies were slick with sweat, their cunts, arseholes and nipples very thoroughly 
sucked. 



Antia and Lynda had gone home by the time Clarissa - dressed and looking 
respectable - drove out to pick up Damien. The boy was sulking a little, 
believing he'd missed his chance of getting to screw Lynda and Anita ever again 
- but he was also tired and was asleep not long after he'd gone to bed. 
His mother lay in her own bedroom, frigging her cunt and looking forwards to the 
fun to be had tomorrow, and finding herself more turned on at the idea of 
watching Damien fucking Anita and Lynda than the idea of fucking them herself.




Like twelve-year-old boys the world over, Damien woke up the following morning 
with an erection. He was still unhappy at having missed a chance to fuck Anita 
and Lynda last night, but he was glad that his mum had not found out about 
things, or so he thought. He lay under his Star Wars duvet in just his 
underpants - the Superman ones he had worn in hospital last week, which Anita 
had found so charming - and he reached down and slid his hand in his pants and 
fondled his stiff four-incher.
A moment later there was a knock on the door.
"Yeah?" called Damien, his hand whipping out of his pants.
"Morning sweetie," smiled Clarissa as she opened the door. It was large, airy 
room and the walls were covered in movie and football posters. Above the bed was 
a big poster of Kylie Minogue, dressed rather scantily. Damien had got that one 
just a few months ago and Clarissa - when tidying up her son's room - often 
looked at it, admiring the Australian pop-star's fine body. Last night, in bed, 
it had occured to Clarissa that her interest in the poster had partly been a 
fascination with her little boy developing an interest in ladies (after all, he 
didn't actually like Kylie Minogue's music, just, it seemed, her body.)
"Morning mum," Damien said, sitting up in bed, uncomfortable at having a boner. 
His eyes grew wide as his mother stepped into the room.
Clarissa had wondered what to wear when revealing the plans for the day to her 
son. After being unable to find anything that was a perfect blend of sexiness 
and subtlety, she had opted on something wildly over-the-top. She wore a pair of 
black fishnet stockings, held up with straps attached to a lacy matching garter 
belt. She wore a thong, the material (what there was of it) bright pink, the 
lacy trim black. Her bra matched the thong. The cups were quite skimpy and 
covered little more than her nipples. They pushed her 37DD breasts together, 
emphasising her enormous cleavage.
Damien was unable to keep his eye's off of his mother's lovely lithe body, 
dressed in such sexy underwear. Clarissa grinned as she realised the 
appreciation her son had for her gorgeous body, and she suddenly saw what Anita 
and Lynda had been talking about; the lewd affection of a young boy - far more 
than a grown man - was so intoxicatingly strong. 
Clarissa walked up to her son's bed and sat on the edge, her breasts jiggling in 
the sexy bra she wore. 
"You look um...." began Damien, eyes dropping to his mum's cleavage, "...nice."
"Thank's sweetie," she said, reaching out and ruffling her son's hair. The boy 
was sitting up and the duvet had slipped down to his naval, his bare upper torso 
exposed. Clarissa reached down and lightly ran her fingers over Damien's chest. 
The boy shivered and suddenly felt his cock stiffen. This touching was not 
coincidental; Anita had told Clarissa last night the full detail of how she'd 
seduced Damien, including how she'd stroked the boy's chest. This superficially 
innocent physical contact send a gentle charge of pleasure through Damien's body 
and his penis grew even stiffer.
"Your friends came round last night," Clarissa began, "Lynda and Anita. I 
expected them. I sneakily read your diary, and found it rather interesting, and 
I wanted to meet your charming girlfriends."
Whilst still stroking her son's chest, Clarissa told the boy everything, how 
she'd had sex with Anita and Lynda, how she had invited them over today, what 
she planned on them all doing. "We'll have some fun you and me, with Anita and 
Lynda. You'll screw them, and I'll screw them, and they'll screw us. Just like 
you planned on doing yesterday, but with me joining in. Sound fun?"
Damien nodded, grinning. He was a bright lad, and the events of last weekend in 
hospital had left him with little capacity to be surprised at the weird and 
wonderful things women often liked to get up to. Not only did he think it great 
to have sex with Anita and Lynda with the blessing of his mum, but also to have 
her there too!
"It sounds like it's going to be great fun mum!" he giggled.
"Are you excited?" asked Clarissa, finding her cunt grow moist with horniness.
"Mmmm, I am," Damien nodded.
"I mean...are you excited down there? In your pants?"
Damien realized his mum was asking him if he had a hard-on, and naturally the 
revelations of the previous few moments meant he had little reservation in 
admitting this. 
"Yeah," he replied, giggling again.
Clarissa took an intake of breath and took a step further than she'd expected to 
go; "Can I see it?"
"See it?"
"Your erection. Let me see it sweetie. Mummy wants to see your stiff willie."
What boy could not fail to be proud of this amazing state his dick could 
achieve? Damien shoved the bed-covers down the bed, raised his bum a little and 
pulled his pants down his legs until he could kick them off. They landed in a 
heap on the floor. The twelve-year-old boy lay there proudly, his little 
erection laying upwards across his firm lower belly.
"It's good, innit?" he declared.
"Very nice honey."
"You look really pretty mum," he told her, "Like...dead sexy and stuff."
Clarissa smiled warmly. Boys were usually so shy about giving out compliments to 
their mum, even innocent compliments, that when received it was far more 
heart-warming than when given out by anyone else.
"We both look dead sexy," Clarissa grinned, "and I feel sexy too. My cunt is 
getting moist."
Damien was rather shocked to here is mum use such language.
"It's okay sweetie," Clarissa smiled, reaching out and lighty running her 
finger-nails over her son's bare belly, "There's no point in using euphamisms, 
we might as well refer to things by the most convenient word. I don't want you 
using such language normally, but when we're having fun with our guests later 
you can use the words cock, cunt, tits and all others."
"Cool," giggled Damien, "Um...why is your er...cunt wet mum?"
"It's what happens when women are excited. Boy's get stiff dicks, girls get wet 
cunts."
"Are you really excited mummy?"
"Yes honey. Very excited. I can't wait until me and you screw our new friends 
later."
"When are Anita and Lynda coming round mum?"
"Nine o'clock. That's about half-an-hour. You hop in the shower honey."
"Okay. Shall I get dressed afterwards? I mean...I'm gonna get nekked soon again 
aren't I?"
"Just put on a T-shirt and some underpants or something."
Damien clambered off the bed and scampered past his mother, who playfully 
slapped his cute bum as he went past. The boy ran the shower whilst Clarissa 
sauntered sexily into her bedroom to pick which sex-toys to use today. 



Anita and Lynda were very excited about today's upcoming adventure too. The pair 
of them strolled down the suburban street to Clarissa and Damien's house, 
squinting in the blazing morning sun. Anita wore a pair of white demnim cut-offs 
that showed off her gorgeous firm long legs, and also a tight white T-shirt with 
no bra underneath, so that her nipples were almost poking through the cotton 
material and causing more than a couple of male passers-by to gaze at them. 
Lynda was wearing tight black jeans and a red blouse, the tails tied together, 
her slender stomach exposed.
The two young ladies hurried to their destination and arrive their a few minutes 
early. Anita knocked on the doorbell.
Clarissa answered it, still wearing the lacy pink-and-black knickers and bra, 
together with the black garter belt holding up the fishnet stockings. She also 
wore a pair of high-heeled shoes which added an extra few inches to her already 
impressive stature, boosting her to almost six-foot. The mature busty blonde was 
an imposing and ultra-sexy figure as she stood in the doorway.
"You look so hot," Lynda gasped. "Thanks," smiled Clarissa, "So do you two. Come 
in ladies." 
Anita and Lynda hurried in.
Soon enough, the three women were in the living room, standing in the centre of 
the room.
"Where's that delicious son of yours?" Anita asked Clarissa.
"He's coming now."
There came the sound of a child scampering down the stairs, and into the living 
room came Damien, hair damp from his shower and his big dark eyes sparkling with 
excitement. He wore just a T-shirt and a pair of white underpants.
"Hiya," he grinned at Anita and Lynda.
"Hi sweetie," responded Anita, licking her lips as she admired the gorgeous 
pubescent boy.
"You look very energetic this morning," commented Lynda.
"I am energetic," said Damien, "And I'm horny. Let's all get naked."
Without any ceremony, Damien tugged off his T-shirt then pulled down his pants, 
slinging them aside and standing nude, his body pale and slender, his cute penis 
standing out stiffly from his hairless smooth groin.
"You don't waste any time do you?" asked Anita, walking towards the boy and 
ruffling his hair. She bent down and gave him a kiss.
"Is your cunt wet?" the boy asked with a cheeky smirk, "Mummy said that's what 
happens to women when they get horny, their cunts go all wet and stuff. She said 
hers was wet this morning because she was so excited and having sex with you 
two."
"Oh yes sweetie, my cunt is very wet," purred Anita.
"Mine too," Lynda added, "Do you want to see Damien?"
Damien nodded, excited.
Lynda took off her shoes and socks, then pulled down her jeans and knickers. She 
stepped out of them and stood in just her red blouse. Damien hurried over and 
knelt on the floor, looking up at Lynda's cunt. The young woman stood with her 
feet apart so that the boy could peer up and see that, indeed, Lynda's pink slit 
was glistening with moistness.
"Wow, it looks really wet," Damien gasped, "Cool!"
Anita had quickly undressed now too. Jealous that her girlfriend had snatched 
the boy's attention, she stepped up next to Lynda and invited him to look at her 
cunt.
"How does it look down there?" asked Anita, looking down at the boy as he knelt 
there, gazing at her privates.
"It looks really moist too," he said, "All slippery and stuff." He suddenly 
remembered that his mother was in the room too, and that he was somewhat eager 
to see her naked as well. "Are you gonna get undressed mum?" he asked her.
"I might as well," Clarissa said, "as seen as everyone else is."
"Have you seen your mum naked?" Lynda asked Damien as she took off her blouse 
and bra and slinging them aside.
"No," Damien replied, "She saw me naked this morning, she asked to see my willie 
and I showed it to her. But I haven't seen her nude. I bet she looks dead sexy 
too."
"Let's sit and watch your mummy take her clothes off," Anita said as she sat on 
the sofa, "Sit on my lap sweetheart."
Damien did so, sitting sideways on Anita's thighs as she sat on the sofa. The 
dark-haired beauty placed one hand on the boy's back and gently stroked it 
whilst she ran her other hand along his thighs. She wanted to touch his erection 
but felt like leaving that for a moment, as it looked so stiff she was worried 
it would shoot it's load at the slightest touch. Lynda sat next to the pair.
Enjoying being the centre of attention, Clarissa took off her shoes then began 
to remove her underwear. Damien's eyes were wide with awe as he watched his mum 
strip. He didn't conciously feel lust towards her, but he certainly felt 
incredibly aroused at seeing this gorgeous lady reveal her body, regardless of 
the fact that she was his mum and he, perhaps, should not have such feelings.
Soon enough, Clarissa was naked, her big heavy tits on display, her furry snatch 
revealed. 
"You look really nice mum," commented Damien, sincerely.
"Hasn't your mummy got nice big boobs?" giggled Lynda. Damien nodded and giggled 
as well.
"Show us your arse Clarissa," Anita told the woman, "Show us that beautiful 
rump."
Proudly, Clarissa turned to face away from her little audience, and Damien 
licked his lips as he admired the perfect, mouthwatering bum his mother 
possessed. Then Clarissa bent over, feet apart, her arse spread and thrust 
towards the three pairs of voyeuristic eyes.
"I can see mum's arsehole," sniggered Damien, finding it as amusing as it was 
arousing to see this incredibly intimate part of his mother's body.
"It's a nice arsehole isn't it?" asked Anita, hugging the boy closer to her, "Do 
you think it's as nice as mine and Lynda's?"
"I can't remember what yours look like, could you show me again?"
"Of course sweetie."
Damien got off of Anita and sat on the sofa and watched as Anita and Lynda 
walked towards Clarissa, who was still bent over. The two younger ladies flanked 
Clarissa and adopted the same position, so that Damien had three gorgeous grown 
women all bent over before him, their behinds spread, a trio of puckered anuses 
winking at him. He giggled and played with his erection.
"Cool," was his typically childish summary of the view presented to him, "You've 
all got really nice bottoms."
Clarissa was eager to get things going, so she stood up straight and got Damien 
to move off the sofa. "Anita, come and sit next to me," she said.
Anita joined Clarissa in sitting on the sofa, side-by-side, their thighs flung 
apart, moist cunts slick and ready for attention.
"Okay Damien," began Clarissa, "I want you to eat out Anita whilst Lynda does 
the same to me."
"Eat her?" the boy asked, not quite getting this.
"Eat her cunt," Lynda explained, "Lick it and suck it. It tastes nice."
"Then shove your cock up it," Anita added.
"How do I lick it, do I shove my tongue up there?" Damien asked.
"Here, I'll show you by doing it to your mum," Lynda told the boy, and she knelt 
in front of Clarissa. Leaning forwards, she began running her tongue up and down 
Clarissa's cunt-lips, Damien kneeling next to Lynda and looking over her 
shoulder. 
"Neat," he commented, "Does it taste nice?"
"Mmmmm," replied Lynda as she continued lapping at Clarissa's cunt. Then she 
slid her tongue up into the slit and Clarissa purred with pleasure.
"Give it a try," Anita urged the young boy as she sat next to Clarissa on the 
sofa, "Come and lick me sweetheart."
Damien shuffled aside and knelt on the floor between Anita's legs. He placed his 
hands on her firm thighs and dived in, energetically lapping at her cunt. Anita 
was instantly thrilled at the sensation of the child's hot little tongue busily 
working over her juicy lips. "Mmmmm, lick it Damien, lick my cunt out."
"Your cunt hair is tickling my nose," the boy giggled after a moment, then 
plunged back in anyway, now sliding his tongue up into Anita's clasping cunt 
channel. For a couple of minutes he indulged himself in a lovely feast of 
woman-cunt and didn't hesitate to slurp down the plentiful juices he found in 
that sopping orifice.
"Aaaah, there's nothing better than being eaten out," Clarissa was sighing as 
her own twat was being slurped and tongued by Lynda.
"I'm gonna fuck you now," Damien said as he knelt up straight, his prick 
sticking forwards like a small throbbing arrow and pointing at the orifice he 
had just been licking.
"Yes, stick it up me," urged Anita, "Slide it into my cnut and give me a good 
fucking sweetheart."
Damien guided his prick into Anita's cunt and let out a long sigh of happiness. 
"Wow, I'd forgotten how good this feels," he commented.
"Play with Antia's boobs," Clarissa urged her son, "When fucking a woman you 
have to take care of her other body parts."
With his tongue sticking out slightly in concentration, Damien reached up and 
placed his small hands over Anita's large firm tits. He exchanged grins with her 
as he merrily fondled and squeezed her breasts whilst pumping his pecker in her 
tight moist cunt.
"That's good sweetie," Anita murmered after a moment, "Mmmmmm. You're fucking me 
so well."
This inspired Damien to fuck Anita harder. It made him feel very grown up to 
know that he was giving this adult woman pleasure with his boy-cock. 
Meanwhiel, Lynda had slid two fingers into Clarissa's cunt whilst she ran her 
tongue over the older woman's clit.
"Uuuh, eat my cunt Lynda," she groaned, often looking to oneside to admire her 
beautiful son as he fucked Anita, "Lynda, oh yeah, you delicious little bitch, 
suck my clitty." She raised her arse a little off the sofa, gripping her heaving 
tits and pinching her nipples.
"You're mummy is going to cum I think," Anita told Damien.
"Cum?" asked Damien, fucking Anita with slightly slower thrusts as he glanced 
aside and watching his mum begin to buck and groan in ecstasy.
"It's when a woman orgasms," Anita explained, "And it feels good!"
"Oh fuck yeah, it feels good," Clarissa cried as - right on cue - her climax 
began to ripple through her body thanks to Lynda's tongue and fingers working 
over her sopping cunt, "Uhhh, I'm cumming, Holy cunting shit yeah! UH! UUUUUH!!"
Clarissa's body finally stopped shaking and grew a limp. She was sweaty and 
dishevelled, and looked all the more sexy for it.
Lynda raised her head, her pretty delicate face slick with cunt-juice. She 
grinned. "Did you like that Clarissa?"
"Mmmm, I did," the busty blonde smiled, and she leaned forwards and kissed Lynda 
lewdly on the lips, tasting her own pussy juice.
"That was great," Damien said, "Do you think you'll cum soon Anita?"
"Well....women don't just cum at the drop of a hat honey, it can take a while. 
But if you keep fucking me like that and playing with my tits, then I may just 
cum!"
"Excellent! I want to see that. I want to make you cum." Damien began humping 
Anita faster, pinching her nipples a little.
Next to them, the other lustful pair had switched positions. Lynda sat back on 
the sofa, legs apart, and Clarissa knelt on the floor and licked Lynda's twat. 
Lynda began murmering with pleasure, feeling Clarissa's tongue slide into her 
pussy whilst her clit was rubbed.
Damien hardly paid any attention to this, the boy was busy working up a sweat 
fucking Anita hard. The beautiful twenty-seven-year-old woman was beginning to 
pant with joy, feeling instense pleasure eminating from her cunt as 
twelve-year-old Damien fucked her energetically. 
With Clarissa tongueing her cunt still, Lynda turned and clamped her lips over 
Anita's. The horny ladies kissed passionately, tongues sliding into one 
another's mouth. 
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm cumming," Anita suddenly began crying, "Uh, uuuuh, fuck 
me Damien, fuck me...MMMMMMPH!" She was partially silenced when Lynda began 
snogging her again, drinking in the moans of pleasure from her lover.
"Me too," Damien declared, triumphantly, fucking Anita hard and feeling his 
sperm rising from his small balls, "Oh wow...oh yeah! NNNNG!" The sight of two 
women kissing, together with the sight of his mum eating out Lynda's cunt and - 
of course - the hot grip of Anita's cunt, all conspired to propell him to the 
heights of utter ecstasy. He shoved his cock to the root in Anita's snatch and 
blasted her full of his cum. "UUUUUUH!"
"Fill her cunt honey," Clarissa urged her son, lifting her juice-slick face from 
Lynda's snatch for a moment, "Cum right inside her."
"I am mummy, I am!" Damien gasped, feeling his cock pulsing hard with every 
squirt of his cum. He let out a long sigh as his orgasm faded away, the last of 
his fuck-sauce dribbled stickily into Anita's womb.
"You sure are an energetic fucker," Clarissa told her son as she got up and 
stroked his hair. Damien slid his wilting penis from Anita's snatch and he stood 
up.
"Wow, all my stuff is leaking out," he observed as he looked down at his creamy 
sperm oozing from Anita's sopping pussy.
"I'd better clean it up," Lynda commented, and she eagerly knelt down and 
started slurping the spermy twat of her lover. Damien and his mother watched 
with delight, enjoying the sight of this lewdness. Lynda pulled back after a 
moment, a big grin on her face and a string of sperm connecting the tip of her 
tongue to Anita's twat, then she plunged back in and resumed felching Damien's 
sperm from Anita's cunt noisily.
"That is so cool," Damien commented, then began playing with his cock, "Damn, 
it'll take me a while until I get a hard on."
"It won't take too long," Clarissa told her son, stroking his back, "Not with us 
three ladies to help bring your little soldier back to life."
"Kneel next to me Damien," Anita asked him, "Give me your willie and I'll suck 
it back to stiffness."
Damien hopped onto the sofa and thrust his soft slick little bald prick into 
Anita's face. She licked her lips and took it into her mouth, slurping on the 
lovely little boy-prick whilst Lynda continued eating out her sperm-leaking 
twat. Clarissa stood watching this sordid trio, Damien flashing a cheeky grin at 
his mum when he made eye contact with her. 
As she licked Anita's cunt, Lynda was on her hands and knees, her pert bum 
thrust out, pink anus winking seductively above her tight cunt. Clarissa spied 
that lovely puckered hole and decided to get down and lick it. Damien was 
thrilled as he watched this whilst continuing to have his cock sucked by Anita. 
However, from this angle he couldn't see exactly what his mum was slurping.
"Are you licking Lynda's bum or her cunt mum?" he asked, rather casually.
"Her bum," Clarissa replied, raising her head and smiling naughtily at her son.
"Wow," gasped Damien, fascinated at the idea of such a kinky act, "Can I lick it 
as well mum?"
"You can after me honey." 
Clarissa got back to reaming out Lynda's anus, pushing her tongue into that 
shaved orifice, spurring on Lynda to lap at Anita's cunt more energetically, 
which in turn encouraged Anita to suck Damien's prick harder. Before long the 
young boy's prick was erect once more, stiff and pulsing in Anita's mouth. She 
took her lips from it and admired it.
"Mmmm, you're all hard again," she purred, "I'm in the mood for having my bum 
fucked. Would you like to lick my bum then fuck it Damien?"
"Yeah! Definately."
"I'm going to fuck Lynda's arse in the meantime," Clarissa said as she got up. 
"How?" Damien asked, puzzled.
"You'll see," replied his mum as the naked sexy blonde sauntered out the room 
and went upstairs.
In her bedroom, Clarissa took a strap-on dildo, a long pink one. She fitted it 
securely to her crotch and went back downstairs. 
In the living room, Anita and Lynda were on their hands and knees on the sofa, 
facing backwards, their spread arses thrust out to the world and ready for 
attention. Damien was licking Anita's bum when he turned and saw his mother 
strolling in with this plastic cock fitted to a strap she wore.
"Whoa, what's that mum?"
"It's a strap-on, a fake cock that will allow me to fuck our guests the same way 
you do."
"It looks funny. It's a bit bigger than my willie."
"Aw, don't get jealous," Anita reassured the boy as she look over her shoulder 
at him, "Size isn't important and, besides, although a plastic cock feels good 
it never feels as good as a real one. Now, sweetie, slide that lovely pecker of 
yours up my arse."
Damien held the base of his prick as he stood behind Anita, who remained bent 
over on the sofa, her saliva-slick anus a puckered target that Damien's cock was 
thrust towards. The boy pushed the head of his prick into Anita's anus then held 
the woman's hips as he pushed his whole four-inches into her rectum.
"Uuuuuh, that's it," Anita gasped, her tits jiggling under her as she shook with 
pleasure, "Mmmm, that's the spot."
"Look mummy," Damien urged Clarissa, voice filled with pride, "Look! My dick is 
right up Anita's bum. It's up her pooh-hole."
"That's lovely dear," his mother smiled, feeling so horny at the sight before 
her, "You fuck her good and hard up the arse, there's a good boy." Clarissa then 
turned her attention to Lynda. She licked the petite brunette's arsehole some 
more then stood up straight and guided the tip of the strap-on dildo up into 
that pink hole. It took a moment, but eventually Clarissa had ease the first 
part of the dildo into Lynda's anus. It was quite easy after that first hurdle 
for her to push the whole nine-inch phallic device into Lynda's rectum, making 
the young lady cry out lustfully.
"Oh fuck, oh God it's right up me, right up my arse. Oh yeah! Yeah! Fuck me 
Clarissa, fuck my arse!"
Clarissa began to slide the dildo to and fro in Lynda's shitter. Damien was busy 
fucking Anita's arse but he couldn't help but look across at his mother's 
actions.
"Bloody hell, it's all the way up her bum!" he commented.
"Lynda's obviously taken a lot of cocks and dildos and things up her arse," 
Clarissa grinned, humping the horny, obscenenity spouting slut in question as 
she spoke, "Haven't you Lynda, you little minx?"
"Oh yes, I have, I have. Uuuuh!"
Damien got back to concentrating on fucking Anita's arse, making the big-titted 
young woman moan with lust. He loved having his hands on her shapely firm 
buttocks and stroking them, and he loved the grip her anus had on his cock. It 
felt tight, not too tight, but nonetheless a very vice-like grip that felt nice. 
Her rectal passage also felt slick and warm against his pumping shaft.
Quite often, Damien looked to his side at his mum, who stood alongside him 
dishing out the same sodomistical treatment to Lynda. The boy admired his 
mother's body, the way it was so perfectly proportioned and the way her toned 
legs and buttocks moved as she thrust the strap-on she wore in and out of 
Lynda's bum. He loved watching his mum's big boobs jiggle too. The nipples were 
standing out erectly. Clarissa cast a glance to oneside and made eye-contact 
with her son, and the pair of them smiled.
"Do you want to switch ladies?" Clarissa asked Damien.
"Okay!"
Damien popped his erection from Anita's arse and his mum withdrew the dildo from 
Lynda's. They switcehd placed, but first Clarissa knelt and began licking 
Anita's anus, getting a thrill out of tasting a bit of pre-cum when she pushed 
her tongue into Anita's rectum.
Damien copied his mum and knelt down so that he could lick Lynda's tasty 
bum-hole.
After a moment, Clarissa stood and eased the long strap-on up into Anita's 
greasy rectal passage, and once more Damien copied his mum. He stood and pushed 
his dick up Lynda's anus, and although that puckered hole had been penetrated 
recently by a large strap-on, it still afforded a nice tight grip.
"Fuck me Damien, fuck me harder," Lynda urged her pubescent fucker, "Harder! 
Faster! That's it honey, give my bum a good rogering!"
Damien's pelvis went CLAP CLAP CLAP against Lynda's tight buns as he rammed his 
prick repeatedly into her slick poop-passage. He was overwhelmed not just with 
the sensation of sodomizing Lynda, but with the sight of his prick dissapearing 
and reappearing from her anus, and he could also look aside and admire his 
mother as she buggered Anita. He giggled when he saw Anita's big jubblies 
swinging back and forth underneath her as she was roughly bum-fucked by 
Clarissa.
"Fuck me yeah," Anita was urging her mature lesbian fucker, "Oh God that's good, 
fucking Christing shit. UUUUH! Fuck my arse."
"Mum?"
"Yes Damien?"
"Are you going to get Anita and Lynda to fuck you with that strap-on soon?"
"I think I will honey, yes. Why?"
"I want to watch. It'll be ace!"
"It will be ace, yes honey!"
"I think I'm about to cum," Damien added, thrusting faster and faster.
"Pull out of Lynda's arse sweetie," his mother advised him.
"Aw mum, I'm gonna shoot my load."
"That's the whole point honey," Clarissa explained, "If you shoot your load then 
you won't be able to fuck for a while. Pull out and cool off, there's a good 
boy."
Damien was desperate to shoot his sperm, but he saw the logic in his mother's 
arguement. He withdrew from Lynda's anus and stood for a moment, feeling his 
impending climax begin fade away. Deciding to occupy himself in the meantime, he 
knelt and got back to slurping at Lynda's twitching shit-ring with his hot wet 
tongue.
After a couple of minutes, Damien felt that he was not in any immediate danger 
of shooting his cum, so he stood up and popped his erection back into Lynda's 
anus. He fucked her with short, fast pelvic-thrusts, giggling at the shocking 
profanities Lynda spluttered as she began climaxing.
"Yes, yes, fucking yes! Damien, fuck me! Fuck me, I'm cumming, fuck my fucking 
arse motherfucker! NNNNG! OH GOD!"
Damien buggered the randy bitch throughout her climax, his chest swelling with 
pride that he, a little boy of twelve, had made a woman of twenty-two have an 
orgasm, not long after making Anita have one too.
When Lynda had finished cumming, Damien slid out of her arse.
"I'm still stiff mummy," he bragged, stroking his erect cock, "I haven't shot my 
load."
"That's good sweetie," Clarissa said as she pulled the greased dildo from 
Anita's rectum, "Now it's time for a change." She took the strap-on off and gave 
it to Anita, who stood up and fitted it to herself.
"I'm going to fuck your mummy now," Anita explained to Damien, "Do you want me 
to fuck her in the cunt or in the bum?"
"In the bum!" Damien urged her with a childish giggle, "Fuck my mum in the bum!" 

Clarissa was glad her son had chosed that orifice, her anus was burning and 
eager for attention. She go on her hands and knees on the floor, her 
mouthwatering rump raised and spread.
"I want to watch," Damien said as he knelt next to his mother. Anita knelt 
behind Clarissa and licked her arsehole, Damien watching with wide eyes whilst 
stroking his erection. Having slurped the hole she was about to penetrate for a 
few moments, Anita knelt up and began easing the long dildo up into Clarissa's 
anus.
"Nnnnng, stick it up me," groaned Clarissa, "Uh yeah, that's it, right up my 
arse."
Damien watched in awe as his mother's anus swallowed up more and more of the 
dildo until, finally, Anita had shoved the whole nine-inches up there, her 
pelvis pressed to Clarissa's buttocks.
"It's all up you mum," the boy told her, "The strap-on thingie is right up your 
bottom!"
Lynda had been watching this from the sofa. She then got up and hurried over, an 
idea just having formed in her head.
"Why don't you fuck Anita's arse Damien?" she suggested, "Kneel behind her and 
pop your willie up her bum, then you can fuck her whilst she fucks your mummy."
Damien thought this was a superb suggestion. He knelt behind Anita, who bent 
over slightly. Lynda guided Damien's cock to the puckered hole that lay in the 
perfect cleft between Anita's buttocks and, soon enough, the boy had slid his 
erection up into her arse.
"Oh my God that is so good," stammered Anita, "Holy fuck!" It was physically 
thrilling to have a little boy-cock wedged up her shitter and also to be 
buggering a woman with a strap-on, but most of all it was mind-blowingly erotic 
to be in a sandwich with a mother and son! She could hardly believe it! She was 
buggering a woman with a strap-on whilst that woman's twelve-year-old son was 
buggering her! Anita could barely articulate her joy. 
"Fuck me Anita, fuck me," Clarissa urged. Anita did so, pumping the dildo in and 
out of the woman's rectum whilst Damien got into the rythm of things, gripping 
Anita's shoulders with his small hands, his slender chest and belly pressed to 
her bare back and his cock sliding back and forth in her clutching shitter.
Lynda stood and fingered her sopping cunt as she watched the horny trio of naked 
fuckers. The smiles on their faces indicated how much fun the naked train of 
humping people were having.
Sensing Lynda's lack of immediate participation, Clarissa urged the young lady 
to get on her hands and knees in front of her.
"I want to lick your shit-hole!" she explained, as lewdly as possible.
Lynda adopted the required position, and whilst being bum-fucked by the 
strap-on-wearing Anita, Clarissa was able to hungrily slurp Lynda's anus.
This enjoyable activity went on for ten whole minutes, Damien managing to 
quickly learn self-control as he slowed down his thrusting whenever he felt his 
orgasm approach and did not speed up until he was sure he wouldn't blow his 
nuts. He wanted this to carry on forever!
Eventually Lynda decided she wanted to be in the middle of the sandwich, and 
Anita - being a considerate lover - was more than happy to change places. The 
train of naked sweaty fuckers broke up for a moment. Soon enough it was back 
together again. This time, Damien was bum-fucking Lynda, who was fucking 
Clarissa with the strap-on and, finally, Clarissa was licking Anita's arse.
"I'm about to cum now," Damien was eventually crying out, gripping Lynda's 
shoulders as he enthusiastically sodomized her, "I can't...hold...back...NNNGG!"
"Squirt it right up my arse!" Lynda urged him.
"AAAAH! FUCK!" Damien wailed, shoving his prick right up to the root in Lynda's 
tight arse and firing his sperm into her rectum, "Oh fuckin' hell I'm cumming!"
Lynda tightened her anus round the prick that was lodged in it, sodomizing 
Clarissa with the strap-on throughout this. Clarissa - who had her tongue wedged 
up Anita's bowels - felt a mixture of pride and arousal at the sound of her son 
cumming, knowing that her little boy was shooting his lovely boy-juice into 
Lynda's rectum.
Damien kept his cock buried up Lynda's anus whilst his member pulsed and spurted 
out his cum. When it finally finished, he felt exhausted. The boy pulled out 
from Lynda's bum and sat back, his penis soft and greasy with shit, saliva and 
cunt-juice. Lynda withdrew the strap-on from Clarissa's arse, turned and began 
sucking Damien's cock clean, enjoying the cocktail of bodily fluids it had 
picked up on it's travels.
A moment or two later, the four of them had recovered from their energetic 
fuck-fest, although Damien was looking rather tired.
"I'm sleepy mum," he told her.
"You can have a lie-down sweetie," Clarissa said to the boy, "Then we can have 
some more fun when you wake up. Come on, let's get you in bed."
She held out her hand and Damien took it. Normally he would grumble and resist 
an offer to be 'taken to bed' by his mum, because he felt he was to old for such 
things, but right now he was just feeling tired. It had been an energetic 
morning, after all.
Clarissa lead her son upstairs and the boy clambered into bed, yawning as he did 
so. 
"It's fun this, isn't it mummy?" he said, pulling the covers over his naked 
body.
"It sure is sweetie," Clarissa replied, stroking the boy's hair, "You get some 
rest." She kissed his forehead then left the room. Damien drifted off to sleep.
Clarissa, Anita and Lynda were not ready to take a break just yet. They resumed 
their fun downstairs, although it was fairly low-key. The strap-on was not used, 
the trio of women content to frig and lick each other.




Damien awoke after half-an-hour. He felt horny, but most of all he was hungry.
He got up and strolled downstairs and into the living room. Clarissa, Anita and 
Lynda were sitting nude on the sofa, sipping a glass of wine each and chatting. 
They all turned to look at Damien as the pretty little naked boy stood in the 
doorway.
"Hi honey," Clarissa smiled.
"Hiya," said Damien, "I'm hungry, can I have something to eat?"
"Sure," Clarissa replied, getting up, "We'll all get dressed and go out to get 
something."
"Cool!"
The four of them were soon dressed and they went out to a fast-food place. 
Damien wolfed down fries and two whole cheeseburgers, giggling when Anita 
occasionally reached under the table and cheekily fondled his crotch.
By the time they got back it was past twelve noon and Damien was feeling very 
horny again, and most importantly he had the energy to do something about.
"Let's fuck!" he suggested as sthey walked into the house.
"Damn right," Anita agreed.
"We'll go upstairs I think," Clarissa suggested, "Come on everyone."
Damien lead the way, scampering upstairs, his prick stiff already, the three 
gorgeous women following.
In the master bedroom, the four of them stripped naked.
"Who wants to suck my willie?" asked Damien, getting onto the huge bed and lying 
down in the middle, the satin sheets cool against his naked flesh.
"Oooh, I do," Anita said, and she hopped onto the bed and knelt between Damien's 
spread thighs. She leaned down and began sucking on his prick, her long black 
hair draped over the child's stomach.
"You can lick my arsehole in the meantime," Lynda told the boy as she joined 
them. She squatted over Damien's face, facing his feet, and lowered herself. 
Damien licked his lips as Lynda's sublime bottom descended until her arsehole 
was right over his mouth. He stuck his tongue out and licked that lovely hole 
then began pushing his tongue up into it, making Lynda moan with pleasure. 
Damien loved licking women's bums, even more than their cunts, and it even 
better having his cock sucked by Anita in the meantime.
Finally, Clarissa got onto the bed as well. Her first port of call was Anita's 
arse, which she licked whilst fingering the young woman's cunt. Then she moved 
up the bed and knelt next to Lynda, who she began kissing. Clarissa and Lynda 
moaned into one another's mouths as they passionately kissed, Lynda's slender 
body shivering with pleasure as Damien's tongue squirmed into her guts and the 
boy's mother's tongue slid into her throat. She was being tongued from both 
ends.
Anita continued sucking on Damien's cock for a moment or two, amazed at how 
stiff it felt. Then she sat up, her cunt and anus itching for attention. 
Clarissa and Lynda also moved aside, Damien sitting up, licking his lips.
"Damien, would you like to see something really cool?" Clarissa asked the boy.
"Yeah! What?"
"Me and Anita are going to double-fuck Lynda," Clarissa explained, opening the 
drawer in the bedside cabinet and taking out two strap-on dildos, both 
nine-inches in length - one white, the other black, "One of us will fuck her 
cunt, the other her arse."
"That sounds well cool," Damien concluded, "What will I do in the meantime."
"I'll be sucking your cock," Lynda said.
Clarissa fitted the white dildo to herself and Anita put on the black one.
Then, Clarissa lay down, the long dildo sticking straight up from her crotch. 
Lynda got astride the older woman, impaling her slick cunt onto the mammoth 
dildo. With Damien hovering nearby and watching every sordid detail of this 
activity, Anita knelt behind Lynda and worked her dildo up into her girlfriend's 
rectum, right up to the hilt.
"Oh God that's good," Lynda groaned, "UUUUH! Holy shit."
"Wow, you got both of them up you," Damien unnecessarily told Lynda.
"Give me your cock," Lynda begged Damien, "I want to suck it whilst your mum and 
Anita fuck my two holes."
Damien got up and stood over his mother, his feet planted on the bed either side 
of her head. His cock was thrust right into Lynda's face and the double-fucked 
brunette began sucking on it, taking all four-inches of that throbbing pecker 
into her warm wet mouth. As she sucked, Clarissa and Anita began fucking her, 
pumping the long dildos in and out of Lynda's twin holes in a steady rythm. 
Laying there, Clarissa looked straight up and had a perfect view from underneath 
of her son's cock being sucked. She could see his hairless smooth nutsac 
bouncing off of Lynda's chin as the horny young woman deep-throated the boy. It 
gave her an idea for a later position. Lynda slurped noisily and deeply on 
Damien's prick, a dribble of saliva running down the shaft and falling in a 
gooey ooze and splashing onto Clarissa's face.
As much as Damien enjoyed having his dick sucked, he wanted to stick it in 
another hole.
"Do you want to swap places Anita?" he asked after a few minutes.
"Sure honey," Anita replied, and she pulled the strap-on from out of Lynda's bum 
and took it off. 
Damien eagerly got behind Lynda, kneeling astride his mother's long legs, and he 
admired the view for a moment. Lynda's firm cheeks were spread, the hole between 
them slick and yawning, and underneath that was her cunt which had the strap-on 
his mum wore buried up it. Then Damien edged up to Lynda and slid his cock into 
her arse, moaning with pleasure as he buried himself right into that tight hole.
Anita took up Damien's previous position, standing over Clarissa with her crotch 
in Lynda's face. With Clarissa's strap-on dildo pumping her cunt and Damien's 
pecker pumping her arse, Lynda then capped off her enjoyment by licking Anita's 
cunt, pushing her tongue deep into the juicy snatch and slurping at the juices.
It wasn't long before Lynda was hit by a thorough climax, her holes buzzing with 
pleasure, and her moans of delight were muffled because her face was crammed 
into Anita's crotch.
The sordid foursome eventually moved apart, hot and tired but still ready for 
more action.
"My turn to direct things," Clarissa said as she sat up, "I want you, Anita, to 
get into a sixty-nine position with me, and in the meantime my son will fuck 
your arse and Lynda can frig mine with a dildo."
Everyone agreed that this sounded like a superb activity. Clarissa lay on her 
back and Anita mounted her, inverted, so that her cunt was laying atop 
Clarissa's face and her own face was between the horny woman's thighs. Damien 
then got into position, easing his cock into Anita's tight arsehole. Finally, 
Lynda took a small pink dildo and gripped the base of it as she worked it up 
into Clarissa's rectum.
Damien was having the time of his life humping Anita's shitter, and he was able 
to peer over her shoulder and see her licking his mother's cunt. Clarissa chose 
this position because it gave her such a superb close-up of her son's action. As 
she slurped on Anita's cunt, Clarissa had - just a few inches above her face - 
her son's cock working back and forth in Anita's anus. Damien's hairless nutsac 
was just above his mum's forehead and often touched her skin. Clarissa groaned 
ecstatically as she stuck her tongue into Anita's cunt and almost felt the 
movement of her son's prick as it pumped back and forth in the rectal channel 
that ran parallel to the cunt channel. She could smell the warm sweaty odour 
eminating from her son's crotch.
Damien did not realise the voyeuristic activities of his mother, he was just 
happily buggering Anita. Lynda, meanwhile, was frigging Clarissa's arsehole with 
the dildo, frequently taking it out and either sucking on it herself or offering 
it to Anita, who would suck on the soiled sex-toy before resuming eating out 
Clarissa's hot cunt.
Once again, Damien's sperm was unspent when he, and the three ladies, broke up 
from this compact position.
"I'm super-horny mum," he boasted, jerking off his throbbing little pecker, "I 
have to cum soon!"
"Why don't you whack off all over Lynda and Anita?"
"Aw mum, I can whack off anytime."
"Yes, but won't it be fun to cum all over these two beautiful ladies? To spurt 
all your goo over their faces?"
Damien grinned and nodded, suddenly won round to this plan of action. "Okay, 
let's do it!"
Anita and Lynda sat on the ege of the bed, side-by-side, face's together and 
licking their wet lips as they looked forwards to the shower of boy-sauce they 
were going to receive. Damien stood at the side of the bed, facing the women, 
his prick sticking straight up and ready to blow.
"Let me direct the flow," Clarissa said as she knelt next to her son. She 
reached out and encircled her forefinger and thumb round her son's shaft. Slowly 
she pumped it, rolling the foreskin back and forth, Damien's eyelids fluttering 
under his mother's skilled actions. It was the first time Clarissa had touched 
Damien's prick and it bought a gasp of pleasure from her at the taboo nature of 
actually jerking off her own son. She was worried the boy might shy away from 
her, that the incest taboo might raise itself, but instead Damien was quite 
happy to stand there with his mum pumping his cock in her fist, her big tits 
wobbling as she increased her pace.
Anita and Lynda remained sitting there, reaching over and fingering each other's 
sopping cunts as they awaited the explosion of jism.
They did not have to wait long. Damien soon began stammering out cries of 
childish pleasure as his mother wanked him off with rapid flicks of her wrists. 
"Uhh...mum...here it is....NNNGG!"
Clarissa grinned with triumph as a hot jet of sperm flew from her son's cock and 
splattered across Lynda's grinning face. As she pumped it in her fist, Clarissa 
moved the angle of thrust of Damien's cock so that the second squirt of cum 
splashed into Anita's face. Then she moved it back a little and, with Damien 
crying "OH GOD!!!", a third and fourth spray of spunk slashed across Lynda, some 
of it getting in her hair. The flow was dying down now, but Clarissa kept 
masturbating her son, sending the final couple of cum-squirts into Anita's face. 
Finally, Damien was spent, the boy breathing hard, his legs shaky, his mum 
slowly pumping his cock which spat out a few drips of sperm that landed on 
Anita's thighs.
"Holy shit mum, that was great," he grinned, "You made me totally cover Anita 
and Lynda."
"Mmmm, that really was superb," Anita sighed, happily, and she turned and began 
licking the cum from Lynda's face. Then Lynda licked Anita clean. 
Damien clambered onto the bed and knelt up, letting out a yawn. 
"We're not finished with you yet," Anita smirked, "You can't get away from us 
horny sluts!" She turned and shuffled across the bed to the boy and began 
kissing him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. Damien was thrilled, he hadn't 
properly kissed either Anita or Lynda yet, despite having got up to all sorts of 
other lewd activities with them! Lynda knelt down too and, once Anita had 
Frenched Damien for a few moments, Lynda did so.
"That was great," Damien concluded once he was released from the embracing 
kisses of his two seducers, "Kissing girls is cool, almost as cool as fucking 
them."
"Let's get your cock back in working order then," Anita purred, nuzzling at the 
boy's slender neck as she reached down and fondled his cock. 
Clarissa took things into her hands and ordered the others about. She had her 
son stand up in the middle of the bed. Anita, following Clarissa's instructions, 
licked the boy's hairless pink arsehole, spreading his cheeks and lapping at his 
back-door, which made him pant pleasurably. Lynda knelt in front of the boy and 
sucked on his cock, and throughout this, Clarissa went from Anita to Lynda and 
then back again, licking their arseholes and fondling their tits.
It took fifteen-minutes but the operation worked, and Damien was once again the 
proud owner of a throbbing little erection.
The indulgences continued for a further hour, each of them taking turns to 
arrange the set-up to their taste, the women outdoing one another in imagination 
and perversity. 
First off, Clarissa got on top of Anita in a sixty-nine had herself buggered by 
Lynda - wearing a ten-inch strap-on dildo - whilst Lynda was in turn buggered by 
Damien.
Then it was Anita's turn to arrange everyone. Whilst sucking Lynda's snatch, 
Anita took Damien's cock in her cunt and Clarissa's tongue in her arsehole.
Lynda opted to have Damien stick his cock back up her arse whilst she alternated 
between licking Clarissa's anus and Anita's cunt.
Damien got to choose the final arrangement. He had a definate preference for 
anal-sex and buried his prick in Anita's anus. He then had his mum kneel nearby 
so he could play with her boobs. Damien wasn't sure if his mum would acquiese to 
this - after all, the original plan was that he and his mum would have sex with 
Lynda and Anita, not each other - but Clarissa was utterly delighted that her 
son saw fit to give her some of his lewd attention. Finally, Damien had Lynda 
lick his arsehole, which the young lady was more than happy to do so. Damien was 
soon enduring an incredibly powerful climax, all the more so because it was his 
fourth of the day. With Lynda's tongue up his bum and his hands fondling and 
squeazing his mother's big wobbly tits, Damien let out a long sigh of ecstasy as 
his cock exploded in Anita's shitter, filling her rectum with his sperm, Anita 
cumming at that point too. 
The four of them collapsed in a sweaty heap. 



Anita and Lynda, after a long hot shower together, dressed and kissed their 
hosts goodbye before departing.
Damien and his mother also dressed and had dinner. The evening was fairly 
normal, bearing in mind the activities of the day.
However, just before bedtime, Damien was feeling somewhat horny. He was sat in 
his pyjamas on the sofa, next to his mother who was wearing a dressing gown. The 
boy had a stiffie as he idly reflected on the fun and frolics he'd indulged in 
during the day.
"I'm off to bed," he said to his mother as he stood up.
"Are you going to jerk off before bed?" asked Clarissa, smiling naughtily. She 
nodded down at Damien's crotch, and he looked down too and giggled as he saw 
that his erection was quite evident in his pyjama bottoms.
"I've erected a tent down there," he laughed.
"I bet jerking off will be an anti-climax after all the fun of today won't it?"
"I guess. It's still fun though. I like jerking off." He felt very liberated to 
be able to admit to such intimate things to his mother.
"I'm going to jerk off too," Clarissa admitted.
"Yeah? Women jerk off?"
"Sure. In fact," continued Clarissa with another naughty grin, "do you want to 
do it together?" She was almost whispering, as if someone might over here such a 
lewd suggestion.
"Together?" smiled Damien, "Um...okay."
"It'll be more fun if there's two of us won't it?"
"Yeah!"
"Let's do it here," Clarissa said, standing up and removing her dressing gown. 
She threw it over the back of the sofa.
Damien quickly removed his pyjamas so that he was also nude. Clarissa sat back 
down on the sofa, sideways, leaning back with one of her lovely long legs raised 
and hooked over the back of the sofa and her other foot planted on the floor, 
her thighs fully flung apart. She rubbed her clit and invited her son to sit 
opposite her. Damien did so, sitting at the other end of the sofa, he and his 
mother looking across at each other.
"This is how ladies jerk off," Clarissa purred, stroking her forefinger across 
her glistening cunt lips. Damien watched for a moment, fascinated, then suddenly 
realised his pulsing erection was unattended. He gripped it in his small fist 
and began pumping. He giggled again, finding it all very amusing, whilst his 
mother was soon lost in ecstasy, her head swimming with pleasure. She moaned and 
sighed, now pumping her finger in and out of her cunt. With her other hand she 
rubbed her clit with two fingers. She kept her eyes on her son, loving the 
beautiful sight of the twelve-year-old jerking off his delicious little cock.
"I'm going to cum soon sweetie," Clarissa panted, "Oh....uuuuuh." She began to 
breath heavily, her juicy round tits rising and fallnig with her breath. She 
moaned, panted, groaned and, finally, let out a long sigh of orgasmic ecstasy as 
he climaxed, fingering her cunt and rubbing her clit rapidly as her body was 
shaken by her climax.
Damien was incredibly aroused at the sight and his orgasm almost took him by 
surprise. 
"Oh mum, I'm cumming," he cried, "NNNNNG!" His fist pumped up and down and his 
cock began to spurt his slimy cum. Half-a-dozen gooey spurts splashed across his 
smooth belly. "Oh wow," he gasped, "That was good."
Clarissa sat up, breathing hard and smiling.
"That was good sweetie," she concluded, "We should do this more often."
"Yeah! It's cool," grinned Damien as he staggered to his feet and looked down at 
all the sperm that was spattered across his torso. Some of it ran down in 
dribbles past his pelvis and down his thigh. "I'm a mess!"
"Let's get you cleaned up," Clarissa said as she stood up, "C'mon, upstairs."
Damien and his mother, bth naked, went up to the bathroom where Clarissa used 
some tissues to wipe down her son's spunky belly. Then she tucked him in bed, 
gave him a goodnight kiss and left him to finally go to sleep after a tiring 
day.
Clarissa went to bed not long afterwards and frigged herself again before she 
settled down, dreaming of the fun to be had tomorrow. She had invited Lynda and 
Anita over again. 



