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   All My Children

   Another Story by Gil Gamesh

   Chapter One

   He's going to kill me!  I know it!  She says not to worry and I should
just relax.  She says everything will be fine.  Shit!  She said it couldn't
happen.  Didn't she?  I don't know what to do.  I can't face him!  How
could I be so stupid?  Pregnant!  Damn!  I know he's going to kill me.

   Where should I begin?  At the beginning, of course.

   My father and mother and I have lived for the last three years in
officers' quarters on one of the largest military bases in the South.  My
father is an Army lieutenant colonel who works in intelligence.  He's tall
and slim and muscular and always looks good in his uniform, especially in
his dress blues.  I'm proud he's my father and I love him a lot.  My mother
is a nurse who works at the base hospital.  I love her a lot too.  She's
tall and slim with a great figure.  I can look at her breasts or derriere
for hours.  Me?  I'm a tall skinny blond long-haired boy who will be a
freshman this fall in the high school for on-base dependent kids.  I'm also
a fourteen-year-old kid who is always terminally horny.  Puberty started
for me when I was twelve and is still kicking the crap out of me.  It all
happened in the summer before I began high school.

   It started the day I did a run with two buddies who lived near our
quarters.  We usually ran in the early morning hours to avoid the
oppressive heat of the typical summer day.  We ran our usual route, a short
distance on the sidewalk in the married officers' quarters' area, then a
loop around the parade ground, a loop around the weapons museum, and
finally back home through a picnic area under a grove of tall pines.  I
didn't stop to talk this time.  The early morning was humid and oppressive
with a threat of rain and I was dripping sweat.  I ran back to the small
house where my mother and father and I lived.

   As usual, the three of us had run without shirts, in running shoes and
shorts, a sweat band around our heads.  I had on white compression shorts
under black running shorts.  The white shorts extended down to mid-thigh
and were so tight I could hardly pull them up and over my butt.  In them, I
always carefully arranged my testicles so they were comfortable and
positioned my penis so that it was curved downward over them.  I liked the
way the white shorts held my penis and testicles snug so they didn't flop
around when I ran.  The black ones were much shorter and looser and were
split high on each side.  I thought the combination gave me a sexy look and
I wanted the young girls in our neighborhood to see me.  I was proud of the
big bulge in my shorts and my lean hard almost-naked body.

   I went around to the carport door into the kitchen and took off my shoes
and socks.  I had once stepped in some dog poop and my mother had smelled
it and fussed at me for tracking it into the house.  My shoes were clean
this time.  I left them just outside the door and started for the bathroom
so I could shower.  I wanted a long leisurely shower with the hot water
beating down on my back and I intended to masturbate for the first time
today, certainly not the last.  I stopped in the kitchen long enough to
take off my sweat band and black shorts, gulp down about a pint of cold
milk straight from the jug, and then started down the short hallway to our
bedrooms, mom and dad's big one and my small one.  When I approached mom's
bedroom, I was extra quiet as always.  She usually slept late when her work
schedule allowed and I didn't want to wake her.

   I heard a faint noise and I wondered if she was crying again.  I knew
she tried to hide it from me when she cried.  I knew she missed my father
and so did I but I couldn't cry for him like she could.  Guys don't cry
like that.

   The door to her bedroom was slightly ajar and I peeked in to see if she
was awake.  What I saw was, to a fourteen-year old perpetually-horny boy,
unbelievable.  She was lying on her back, wearing her usual white cotton
panties and one of my father's long t-shirts.  She wasn't sleeping.  There
was a towel over her pillow and her long blonde hair on it was damp and
straight.  I knew she had been in the shower minutes ago.  Her hair would
be slightly curly when it dried.  She had pushed the shirt up and I could
see her hand holding her milky-white rounded breast with her thumb and
finger on the rose-colored nipple.  The other hand was in her panties,
curved down between her legs, and it was moving.  I could almost see her
moving fingers in her pussy.  She was masturbating!

   I knew I shouldn't watch her doing something so private but I couldn't
move.  Since puberty, she wasn't always my mother.  Quite often, she was
Woman, a tall beautiful long-haired creature with soft rounded breasts and
a sensuous butt and something secret between her legs that she always kept
hidden from me.  I stood there in just my white compression shorts, my
heart almost beating out of my chest, and watched her hand moving between
her legs.

   My penis tried to get hard but, curved down in my shorts, it couldn't. I
pulled my shorts away from my stomach, reached down and tugged it up so
that it was pointing toward my navel.  I gave a sigh of relief and let it
swell to its full size.  I was proud of how big it was now that puberty had
worked its magic.

   Perhaps my sigh was too loud, even with the air conditioner running as
usual.  She raised her head and looked at me.  I couldn't move.  I looked
at her face, then quickly down at her hand, then back at her face.  She
looked at my face, then down at my shorts, and then back at my face.

   I wanted to let her know I understood what she was doing.  I had
intended to do the same thing and I wasn't ashamed of it.  Before he left
for a three-month deployment, my father had talked to me again about
masturbating and emphasized that it was normal for young boys to do it and
there was no reason to be ashamed.  I usually enjoyed it at least once
every day but I had never thought of women enjoying the same thing.

   Before he left, my father had told me to take care of my mother.  He
said that I was to do anything she asked and that I should know that he
approved.  He had his hand on my shoulder and we were looking at each other
when he told me.  The request seemed strange to me.  I was always kind and
loving to her especially when he was gone.  I promised him I would take
good care of her.  I always kept my promises to my father and he always
trusted me.

   I had done my best to help her around the house but I knew there was
little I could do to ease the pain of his absence.  He was gone this time
somewhere overseas on something secret as usual and he would be away for
over at least another month.  More than once I had listened to her crying
for him at night and wished that there was something I could do.  I decided
to do something for her that I had never done before.

   I reached down to my shorts, slowly rolled them down over my hips,
tugged them down my legs, used my bare feet to strip them completely off,
and then stepped out of them.  For the first time since childhood, I was
completely naked before her.  When I straightened up, my hard penis was
pointing at the ceiling.  I ran my fingers over my wrinkled scrotum to
stretch it from the compression of my shorts and through my little patch of
blond pubic hair.  I leaned back and let my hips roll forward to display my
penis and testicles for her.

   She looked at me without speaking.  I could see her eyes flitting from
my face, down over my sweaty body to my genitals, and then back to my face.
My long blond hair was wet with sweat and I used one hand to smooth it back
from my face.  She still had her hand in her panties but it wasn't moving
now.  I reached down to my penis, pointed it at her, and then slowly slid
my foreskin back and forth a few times.  I wanted her to see the blood-red
head as my foreskin covered and uncovered it.  Her breasts were hidden now
by her t-shirt but it was damp and they were clearly defined and her
nipples stood up in little points under the shirt.  Her hidden hand began
to move again, making a slowly-undulating mound under her white panties.  I
stroked my penis in rhythm to her rubbing.  Finally she spoke.

   "Come here, Ryan," she whispered.

   "I was just going to take a shower," I said.  "I'm all sweaty."

   "Were you going to masturbate?" she asked.

   I simply nodded, watching her hand slowly moving in her panties just as
my hand was slowly moving back and forth on my penis.

   "Come here," she whispered again, and gently patted the bed beside her.
"Come lay down in the bed with me."

   I walked over to the side of the bed but then hesitated to get in bed
with her.  I took my hand off my penis and let it point upwards again.  She
looked at it while I hesitated, wondering what she wanted with me and what
I could do for her and if she wanted me to do what I wanted to do for her.

   "When did my little boy become such a fine man?" she said, whispering
again.  "You're going to be as big a man as your father."

   "I hope so," I said, wondering if she meant that my penis would be as
big as his or that I was going to be as tall as him.

   "Lie down with me, Ryan," she said.  "I want to talk to you."

   "I'm all sweaty."

   "That's OK."

   I lay down with her, on my side facing her, put my hand back on my
penis, and started slowly stroking it again.  She turned on her side facing
me with her hand moving again in her panties.  I wondered if she wanted me
to masturbate with her.  Even the thought of doing that with her made my
penis grow harder and my heart beat faster.

   We lay there for a minute or so, looking in each other's eyes and
glancing down at what our hands were doing.  I felt the first faint signs
of an impending orgasm and I didn't want to come on her bed.  I stopped,
bent my penis so that it was pointed at her and the secret something she
was stroking, and held it with my thumb and one finger.

   "I masturbate too, Ryan," she whispered.  "Are you surprised?"

   I nodded and then dared to say what I wanted.

   "Would you let me see you do it?  You're watching me do it.  It's only
fair for me to watch you."

   My heart was about to beat its way out of my chest.  My mouth felt dry
and my breathing was labored and heavy.  Her face didn't reveal anything
for a moment and then she smiled at me.  She turned on her back, lifted her
derriere off the bed, and slowly peeled her panties down her legs.  She
pulled one bare leg out and then used her foot to push her panties
completely off the other leg, the same way I had shed my compression
shorts. Then she sat up, pulled her t-shirt over her head, and quickly lay
back down.

   I lifted up on my left elbow, trying to see what had always been hidden
from me.  I had occasionally seen her beautiful perfect breasts but I had
never seen what she had between her legs.  I took a swift glance at her
breasts, the milky white skin and the little pink circles around the little
darker pink nipples.  Then I looked down.  I was disappointed; I saw
nothing except a smooth hairless mound.  I bent my neck, trying to see
where she had been rubbing with her fingers.  I finally saw the beginning
of a cleft but with something strange in it, something that looked like a
little ridge.  I looked back at her face and I suppose she saw that I was
puzzled.

   "What is it?" she whispered.

   "You don't have any hair, you know, down there."

   "Your father likes it that way," she said, grinning.  "He doesn't like
to have to floss to get pubic hair out of his teeth."

   I couldn't believe what I had heard.  I knew she meant that he put his
mouth down there.  I had heard that guys did it but I couldn't picture my
parents doing it.  I wondered if she would let me do it, maybe expect me to
do it, but I didn't know how to do it.

   I leaned over, intending to kiss her on the cheek as I had done
thousands of times before, but she either inadvertently or deliberately
turned her face toward mine.  My lips touched hers and she opened her mouth
and said my name, a soft whispered Ryan.  I felt the breath come out of her
and into me and I was seized with a desire to kiss her as I had never
kissed her before.  I opened my lips to hers and pressed my body against
her side.  She resisted for a second and then yielded to me.  I felt her
tongue briefly teasingly touch mine and I kissed her with a passion which
was new to me.  My mouth opened wider and my tongue went looking for hers.

   My erect penis was uncomfortably bent downward between our bodies.  I
reached down and rescued it and then pressed it against her side.  Still
kissing her, I reached up and put my hand on her breast.  She sighed
deeply, put her hand first over mine on her breast and pressed down, then
put her hand behind my head and ran her fingers through my long damp hair.
We both had our mouths open and I knew she was yielding to me and she
wanted me to do something with her.  I moved down and looked at her
beautiful breasts.  I knew she had breast fed me as a baby and I had sucked
on those nipples before.  I took the nipple of one breast in my mouth and
nursed at it for the first time in years.

   My heart was pounding even faster and my breath rasped noisily in and
out of my nose.  I shut my eyes and yielded to the desires which had taken
me captive.  I alternated between her breasts, sucking and licking, and I
slowly sneaked my hand between her thighs.  She moved her legs apart and I
knew she was giving me access to her.  I explored, found two little closed
lips, teased them apart, explored more, found a place where my seeking
finger could gain entrance to her hot wet body.  I moved my finger in
circles, tried to plumb the depths, and wondered, as snug as she was on my
finger, how she could ever take a man's penis into her.  She moaned and
pulled me over her.

   I moved over her and put one knee between her legs.  She spread her legs
wider and I put the other knee beside the first one.  Still kissing her, I
lowered myself down on her with my chest against her soft breasts and my
hard penis pressed against her stomach.  My testicles were still warm from
our run, hanging loose in their scrotum, and I felt them settle down
between her thighs.

   I was still for a moment and then I moved downward a little and began to
stab at her with my penis.  I knew that somewhere between her legs there
was an opening which had welcomed my father's penis into her body.  I
wanted mine in her too but I didn't know how to get it in her.  Each stab
was met with unyielding flesh somewhere down there and each painful thrust
caused me to grunt.  I was wild with blind desire, not knowing what I was
doing, instinctively trying to find the place where I could push my penis
into her.

   "Ryan, lift up," she whispered.

   I lifted my hips so that my penis wasn't touching her.  She reached down
between our bodies, bent my penis down, rubbed the head up and down in
something wet and warm, and gently tugged on it.  I held still, hardly
believing that she wanted me to push it into her but wanting so much to do
it.  She bent herself almost in half, locked her ankles around my waist,
and then put both her hands on my butt and pulled.  I relaxed and let my
penis slide inside her, into her living flesh.  I knew nothing except the
exquisite feelings of having my penis sunk to my testicles inside her.

   By instinct, I began to move in and out of her.  I wasn't thinking
anymore.  I wasn't trying to decide what I wanted or what she wanted.  I
was doing what my body knew how to do and had to do to release my life
inside her.  After only a moment or so of thrusting, my orgasm boiled up
inside me and I spurted again and again deep in her vagina.  I groaned with
the exquisitely-painful pleasure as something inside me ejected my semen
out of me and into the depths of her.

   With the first spurt, she went wild and started keening shrilly and
bucking her pelvis against mine so hard it was almost painful.  As my
orgasm faded, hers began and I felt her vagina squeezing and relaxing
around the head and shaft of my penis.  I held still, my penis buried to
the depths in her, until her vagina stopped clenching and she relaxed.  I
knew that what we had done was the way it was between a man and a woman and
it was good and right and wonderful.

   Slowly my body lost its tenseness and I relaxed on top of her, barely
supporting myself on my elbows, with my cheek touching hers and my sweaty
chest against her sweaty breasts.  I lay there in complete surrender to
what I had just done, my penis still rock hard inside her.  She had her
arms and legs wrapped tightly around me and I knew she didn't want me to
move off her.  At length, she put her hands against my chest and gently
pushed.  I lifted up so that my face was above hers, my eyes locked with
hers.

   A drop of sweat fell from the tip of my nose onto her cheek.  I leaned
down and licked it away, then, liking the taste of her sweaty cheek, I
licked back to her ear lobe and down her throat to her chest.  She was wet
with sweat, either from her own body or mine.  Slowly I licked her throat
and as much of her chest as I could.  I pushed up on my elbows, bent my
neck and then sucked her nipples into little erections.  After a minute or
so, I relaxed on top of her again, my face only inches from hers.

   "Sarah," I barely whispered, using the name by which my father always
called her.  To me, she had always been Mom.  I hoped she wasn't offended
to hear me say it.

   "Are you Connor?" she asked, her face showing confusion, barely
whispering.

   I didn't know what she meant and I didn't know where the words of my
reply came from.  They simply flowed out of me.

   "Yes, Sarah, I'm Connor.  I'm part Connor, your husband, who loves you
eternally beyond all time and space.  I'm also part you, part Sarah, who
loves Connor with every fragment of her being.  And I'm Ryan too, created
out of the love Connor and Sarah have for each other.  I'm Ryan who wants
to love you so that you stop hurting so much.  He loves you too."

   I was confused.  My answer didn't sound like me.  I had never been as
eloquent as my father in speaking.  The words reflected what I wanted to
say but they weren't my words.

   She looked deep into my eyes, searching for something.  I knew I was
both Connor and Sarah.  I loved both of them, loved them very much.  I was
also Ryan, conceived inside her from her egg and Connor's sperm.  I wanted
so much to love her as Connor had loved her once upon a time about fifteen
years ago.  But most of all I wanted so much to ease her pain from his
absence.

   "Make love to me, Connor...Ryan, whoever you are.  Make love to me
please."

   Even after one orgasm, my penis was still hard.  I began moving my hips
again, as slowly as possible, feeling her vagina gripping my penis as it
slid eagerly into and reluctantly out of her.  I held my head above hers,
smiling slightly at her and looking deep into her eyes.  If her face
reflected what she was feeling, then she was experiencing as much pleasure
as I was.

   What I felt was like nothing I had ever experienced before.  I had
experimented with lots of ways of masturbating but none could compare with
feeling her vagina gripping my penis as it moved in her.  She wrapped her
legs forcefully around my waist with her heels on my butt, encircled me
with her arms, and pulled my chest down against her soft breasts.  For a
moment, I found it hard to move my penis in and out of her but then my body
knew to use an undulating movement of my hips that drew my penis almost out
of her and then pushed it back in until my testicles bumped against her
soft ass cheeks.

   "Sarah, oh, Sarah," I whispered.

   "Yes, Connor, Ryan, whoever you are," she whispered in my ear.  "Make
love to me.  Fuck me.  I need you.  Oh, I need you."

   I surrendered to doing what my body demanded and pistoned in and out of
her wet warm depths until I came again and poured out my life in her.  I
didn't feel her vagina squeezing around my penis this time and I wondered
whether she had come or not.  I didn't know what to do.  For at least a
while, my penis was too sensitive to continue but I wanted her to come a
second time also.

   I was about to ask her what she wanted me to do when something my father
had told me came back to me.  He had told me many times that a real man
takes the responsibility for his own actions.  He said that I should never
have unprotected sex with a girl and that I must use a condom if I wished
to avoid becoming a father.  Just that thought was enough to deflate my
penis but I couldn't bring myself to take it out of her.  I raised my head
over hers and stared in her smiling eyes.

   "Sarah," I said and then, "Mom, I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have done this.
I shouldn't have come in you.  What if I've made you pregnant?"

   She pulled my head back down so my cheek was against hers and whispered
in my ear.

   "Connor," she said and then, "Ryan, you don't need to worry about that."

   She told me that after I was born, she and Connor had wanted to have
another child as soon as possible.  She had nursed me for over six months,
all the while having unprotected sex with my father.  When I was three and
she had not conceived again, she and my father had gone to a fertility
doctor who ran all sorts of tests on both of them and then told them she
likely would never have another child.  Both had problems but the worst was
my father's sperm.  His testosterone level was more than normal but his
sperm count was low and many were not normal.  They had not used any
contraceptives for the next ten years and she had never gotten pregnant
again.

   When she was through whispering, I lifted my head above hers again and
looked at her eyes, still smiling with love.  She put her hands on each
side of my head, drew my face down to hers, and kissed me again.  I felt
her tongue touch my lips and I opened to her and slowly sank deeper into
her and kissing her and loving her.  I felt my penis begin to respond and I
began to move my hips slightly.  She put her hands on my behind and held me
still.

   "Who are you?  Tell me, please." she asked pleading.  "Are you Connor or
are you Ryan?  I've got to know."

   I wanted to tell her that I was just her son, Ryan.  I didn't understand
how she could think I was Connor, her husband.  I wanted someday to be
worthy of my father but I knew that I wasn't yet.  I knew I had to tell her
that I was just Ryan.

   "I told you, Sarah," I whispered.  "I'm Ryan but I'm also Connor and
Sarah.  Your love created me.  I'm part of you and him as long as I live."

   That wasn't what I had intended to say and again I didn't know where the
words came from.  I closed my eyes and shook my head in confusion.  I
struggled to retrieve the words I wanted to say to her.

   "Just love me, Sarah.  Please love me."

   "I love you, Ryan," she finally said.  "I shouldn't love you like this
but I can't help myself.  We really shouldn't do this; you know."

   "I know but just one more time, Sarah, please, just one more time."

   I looked in her eyes, hoping that she would see the pleading in mine. 
Then she shook her head from side to side and smiled and I didn't know what
to do.

   "No, Ryan," she said.  "You've come twice in just a few minutes.  It
won't kill you if I don't let you do it again.  You should learn to enjoy
the journey without rushing to the finish.  Someday you're going to find a
woman to love and she'll teach you the difference between fucking and
making love."

   She put her hands against my chest, rolled slightly to one side, and
then pushed.  I reluctantly withdrew my still-hard penis from her and
rolled over beside her on my back.

   "Are you ever going to let me do it again, like maybe tonight?" I asked.

   "No, Ryan, listen to me.  You must learn to go slow and try to please me
as well as you.  You should make sure a woman enjoys having sex with you.
Girls aren't going to like you if you go bang, bang, whew."

   "You didn't like what I did?" I asked, confused.  "You came the first
time; didn't you?"

   "Yes, Ryan.  I came but I was close to an orgasm when you walked in. 
I'm not being critical of you.  I wouldn't have expected anything more from
someone your age, with your lack of experience."

   "I just want to love you, Sarah.  I've listened to you cry too many
times at night.  I know dad's deployment is longer this time but he'll soon
be back."

   "Ryan, you may call me Sarah when we are together but don't ever do it
around anyone else.  Then you must call me Mom."

   "Yes, Sarah."

   "Now, I want you to go take a shower and don't use all the hot water.  I
think I need to shower again too."

   "We could shower together.  That will save the hot water."

   "No, Ryan.  We've done enough for this time.  You've got to give me time
to think."

   "Yes, Sarah."

   I heard her say "for this time" and that was enough to convince me that
there would be a next time.

   "Sarah, when I hear you crying at night, I want so much to come in your
room and get in bed with you and just hold you and love you so you don't
hurt so much.  Would you let me do that?  I promise I'll be good."

   "Ryan, you're not bad.  If I let you, you'll get aroused and get an
erection and want to have sex with me again.  I was very vulnerable when
you came in here while I was so horny.  Please, don't push me.  Let me
think about what we've done."

   About a week later, I was again awakened by the sound of crying.  I
could tell she was trying to muffle it but I knew what the faint sounds
were.  Her bedroom door was closed and so was mine but the sounds were
clear enough.  I was sleeping in the nude as usual but I knew I shouldn't
go to her naked.  I just wanted to do something, to hold her and tell her I
loved her, anything to keep her from crying.

   My desk and bed made a V in one corner of my small bedroom.  I sat up on
the bed, turned on the light on my desk, and rummaged through the drawers
of the desk until I found what I wanted: a jock strap, some compression
shorts, and some pajamas.  I'd worn the pajamas once when I was first given
them and never since.

   I stood up and put on the jock strap first.  It was certainly tight
enough.  I tried a few arrangements of my testicles and penis to see which
was the most likely to restrain my penis and I chose the one with it bent
down over my testicles.  Then I put on the compression shorts.  They were
certainly tight enough too.  I rubbed my hand over the mound between my
thighs.  I couldn't believe my penis could become erect bent down and with
two restraints.  Then I put on the pajama bottoms to hide everything
underneath and turned to go to her room.

   She was standing in the open door to my room watching me.  She had on a
pink nightgown that came half way down her thighs.  I wanted to see if she
had on the same sort of white cotton panties but if she did they were
hidden.  Her blond hair was wild and her face looked like she had been
crying.  She was still beautiful.

   "What are you doing, Ryan?" she whispered.  "Why did you put all those
things on?"

   "I was about to come to your room," I said.  "I just wanted to hold you
and tell you I love you and maybe you'd stop crying.  I put these on so I
couldn't get an erection."

   She stood and just looked at me for a minute or so, unsmiling, her eyes
narrowed, her lips clenched.  I didn't know what she wanted me to do. 
Finally she decided.

   "Take them off," she said.

   I wanted to take them off so I quickly obeyed her.  I pushed the pajama
bottoms down and stepped out of them.  Then I stuck my hands in the sides
of the compression shorts and peeled them down to my knees.  I pulled one
leg out and used my foot to push the shorts down so I could step out of
them.  I stopped, standing there in just the jock strap.  I didn't know
what she wanted but I knew what I wanted.

   "Take off your nightgown," I said.

   She showed surprise on her face but she pulled her nightgown over her
head and dropped it on the floor.  She didn't have on any panties.  She was
completely naked.  I looked at her for a moment and then stripped my jock
strap off.

   She tossed her blonde hair back out of her face, then ran her hands down
over her breasts, her small firm breasts with nipples where I had nursed,
her beautiful milky-white breasts with areolas so faintly pink as to be
almost invisible.  She dropped her hands down to the juncture of her legs
and then moved them away to uncover a little hairless mound with just the
beginnings of a cleft.  Then she relaxed her hands down to her sides, palms
turned toward me, and I knew that was a sign of welcome.  She wasn't my
mother; she was Woman and I wanted her.  My penis immediately surged up and
was hard within seconds.

   I stood transfixed when she walked over to me.  She pressed against me
and held me, her soft breasts against my chest, her hands on my shoulders,
and my hard penis against her stomach.  I realized that I was a little
taller than her now.

   "We're going to make love tonight, Ryan," she said.  "Not fuck.  Make
love.  We're going to make love in your bed, not in the bed where Connor
makes love to me.  I shouldn't have done it there with you.  Do you want
to?"

   Did I want to?  I wanted to so much it hurt.  I barely breathed, "Yes."

   "I want you to make love to me like your father does, Ryan.  He plays me
like a violin sometimes.  He drives me out of my mind before he ever gives
me what I need: his penis.  Do you want to do that?"

   "Yes, Mom, I...

   She cut me short.  "I'm not Mom now, Ryan.  I'm Sarah.  Don't you ever
call me Mom again when we're in bed together!  Do you understand?

   "Yes, Sarah."

   She reached over to my bed, picked up my pillow, and dropped it at my
feet.  I had no idea why she had put the pillow there.  Then she put her
hands on my sides, knelt down on the pillow, and slid her hands down to my
hips.  I knew about oral sex but I couldn't believe that she would do it to
me.

   "Put your hands on my shoulders and keep them there," she said.  I
obeyed her command.

   At first she simply knelt there looking at my penis and testicles.  As
usual my testicles were hanging low.  I had been kidded in the shower at
school more than once about my low hangers.  She cupped them in her hand,
gently lifted them, and then kissed them one after the other.

   "Your father's balls are like this, Ryan," she whispered.  "He won't
wear briefs or jockey shorts.  He says he likes to let them hang free. 
Maybe yours are a little bit smaller than his but not much."

   "I know," I whispered back.  "I've seen his.  When we go swimming, he
and I change together.  If he likes to let them hang loose, why does he
like to wear a Speedo?"

   "He started wearing one when we were stationed in France when you were
five.  I don't know whether he likes to wear one or not.  I'm the one who
likes to see him in one.  I like to see you in one too so that's what I buy
for you.  You're both so damned sexy."

   Then she put one hand on my penis, held it down, slid the foreskin back,
and took the head in her mouth.  I stopped breathing for a moment.  Her
hand began to move slowly back and forth on the shaft.  Her other hand was
wrapped around my dangling scrotum, pulling down slightly on my testicles.
Her mouth started sucking on the head, her tongue began licking on the
sensitive spot where my foreskin is tied to the head, and her open lips
slid up and down on my penis.

   I assumed she knew what she was doing was going to make me come.  In
probably less than a minute, I came in her mouth.  She kept her mouth on my
penis and swallowed rapidly.  When I had shot my last into her mouth, she
milked my penis down a couple of times, looked up at me, smiled, and
swallowed again.

   My knees almost buckled.  I couldn't believe what had just happened. 
Finally she stood up, pressed against me again, and sought out my mouth
with hers.  I put my hands on her back and pulled her against me.  When I
felt her tongue touch my lips, I opened to her and she insistently
tongue-fucked me for a few seconds.  I tasted my own semen.  I knew she had
not swallowed all of it and wanted me to taste what I had spurted into her
mouth.

   "Let's get in your bed, Ryan," she whispered.  "Now it's your turn to do
me."

   Do her?  I had no idea how to do her.  What did she want?  Some of the
older boys had bragged to us younger ones of performing oral sex on their
girls.  I had a vague idea of how it was done.

   "I don't know how," I whispered.

   "You're about to learn," she said.

   I sat down on the side of my bed.  She pushed me back so I swung my legs
up and stretched out on my bed.  She crawled over me to my right side and
lay down on her left side turned toward me.  She put one leg over mine and
her hand on my chest.

   "I love to do that to your father, Ryan," she whispered.  "Does that
surprise you?"

   "Yeah, it does," I whispered.

   "I love him, Ryan.  I think I love him as much as it is humanly possible
to love someone else.  He's so hard and muscular and I love everything
about his body, his hard muscles, his long legs, his penis.  His is bigger
than average and I guess yours is going to be big too.  It's almost as big
as his now."

   She moved her hand down and wrapped it around my penis.  It was still
engorged but not quite hard.  She stroked it a few times and I could feel
it becoming hard again.

   "I hope so.  I love him too, you know.  I want to be just like him, I
mean in every way, not just my penis."

   "I hope you are, Ryan.  He's a good man."

   "I know.  I couldn't want a better father."

   She moved her hand down and cupped it under my testicles.  She played
with them and then moved her hand back up to my penis.

   "I like to suck his penis and then swallow his semen, Ryan.  I like
knowing it's going to become part of me.  Sometimes I hold it in my mouth
and kiss him and I suppose we both swallow it.  He never refuses to kiss me
when I have his semen in my mouth.  Did you like it when I kissed you?"

   She began to stroke my penis, slowly this time, not fast like she did
when she had her mouth on the head.  It felt wonderful to have her hand
doing it.

   "I don't know.  I've never done it before.  I guess it was OK, kind of
strange though."

   "He will lick my pussy for what seems like hours sometimes.  I have
orgasms again and again.  I love for him to do that."

   "Do you want me to do it?"

   "Do you want to?"

   "Yes." I had no idea how to do it but I knew I wanted to.  I wanted to
give her the same sort of pleasure and release I experienced when she
sucked me or when we made love or fucked or whatever it's called.

   "Good.  That's a wonderful way to show your love for a woman, Ryan.  I
love to have his penis in my mouth.  He loves to have his mouth on my
pussy."

   "At the same time?"

   "Occasionally, but it's better when only one person is doing it."

   "I'd like to do it but I don't know how."

   "I'll show you."

   "Just tell me what you want me to do, Sarah," I said.

   "I will, Ryan, but I want to talk to you first.  Do you know what it
means to let the beast loose?"

   "No."

   "That is how Connor describes what he does sometimes.  I love it when he
is slow and gentle and sweet with me.  I love it when he lets his beast
loose.  When he does that, he fucks me so hard and fast, I think I could
fire a cannon beside him and he would not hear it.  Once we even broke the
bed down and he kept fucking me until he came.  I loved to be fucked like
that sometimes but you should learn when to let your beast loose.  You
should think about the person you're with and make love to her, slowly and
gently, until she lets you know she wants you to let your beast loose."

   "How will I know?"

   "I'm going to teach you, Ryan.  I want you to think about what I've
said. Make love to a woman, Ryan.  Don't just fuck her.  There's a
difference.  I want you to be as wonderful a lover as your father but I
can't teach you unless you want to learn.  Use your imagination.  Try doing
different things with me.  Think about how I respond."

   "I'll try to learn, Sarah."

   "I know you will.  Now I want you to move down on the bed and put a
pillow under my hips.  I want you to lick my pussy like Connor does.  Think
about how I react and see if you can give me an orgasm."

   She lifted her hips and I stuffed a pillow under her.  She spread her
legs wide and I knew what she wanted me to do.  I moved around between her
spread legs and, on my hands and knees, looked at her pussy closely for the
first time.  Like a lot of fourteen-year-old boys, I had seen pictures of
women's pussies but I'd never seen one like Sarah's.

   The little curved mound that extended back between her legs was
completely hairless and smooth as the inside of her thighs.  I didn't see
how she could get it that way.  I couldn't see any stubble where I expected
to see hair growing, just smooth skin that was just a little pink on the
parts back between her legs.  Between the split mounds, there was a sort of
shaft, smaller than my finger, which split in two with two small lips
tucked under where it split.  I couldn't see any opening and I wondered
where it was.  The little lips or wings were pink, not dark like some
pictures I'd seen.  I was a little surprised that so much of her pussy was
back between her legs, not up front and out like my penis and testicles.

   Back behind her pussy, I could see her puckered asshole.  It was pink
too.  I'd heard some guys brag about fucking a girl there but it looked too
small to hold any guy's dick.

   "What do you want me to do, Sarah?" I asked.

   "Use your thumbs," she whispered.  "Pull to each side.  Then just do
what you want to do."

   I lay down on my stomach, winced when the uncovered head of my penis
rubbed on the sheet, reached under, pulled the foreskin back over the head,
and then relaxed.  I studied how she was made for a moment and then used my
thumbs to pull to each side.  The two little lips separated and I saw the
rosy pink or coral flesh on the inside, sort of wet and shiny.  I knew she
had a clitoris.  I wasn't a dummy.  I knew that a man's penis and a woman's
clitoris developed from the same little bulb in a fetus.  But I didn't see
it, just red wet flesh where the two little lips came together.

   I had always wondered how girls peed.  I looked for something that she
peed through and saw a little protrusion with a closed-up dimple in the
middle.  That's it, I thought.

   Then I looked for the opening where my penis had been in her.  I didn't
see any opening but I knew it was there.  I used one finger to slide down
between the little lips and finally, at the back, almost to her asshole, my
finger slid into something that completely surrounded it.  I pushed and my
finger slid in more.  I smiled.  I had found it.  I pushed my finger in as
deep as it would go without any resistance.  I smiled more and shook my
head.  I never thought it would be so far back.

   I looked at it for a moment.  It looked so small and I didn't see how it
could hold a man's penis, especially not a big one like my dad's.  Still,
it had held mine and she didn't seem to have any trouble.  I knew I came
out of her but that was an even bigger puzzle.  It was so small and I
couldn't picture a baby coming out of her.  I knew I had been a big baby, a
little over nine pounds, and I couldn't see how it could stretch enough to
let me out.

   I still didn't know what to do.  If I licked her down there, I knew it
would taste like something.  I hoped it wouldn't be gross so I wouldn't
like it.  I remembered something I had done once.  I had been jacking off
in bed and I put my legs back over my head with my dick right above my
mouth.  I kept milking my dick down until I came in my open mouth.  That
was a strange taste but I managed to swallow.  Maybe her pussy wouldn't be
any stranger.

   I shuffled up closer until my face was against her, stuck out my tongue,
pushed it into her vagina, and then kept doing it, sort of tongue fucking
her.  I heard a loud intake of breath and she put my hands on my head. 
Maybe she did like what I was doing.

   She let me do that for a few seconds and then gently pulled my head
upward.  I started licking her from her vagina up as far as her pussy went.
I pulled back and looked where I had been licking.  I saw the wet reddish
pink flesh between the little lips but I didn't see her clitoris.  I knew
enough about doing it to know a girl liked to have her clitoris licked. 
But where was it?

   I started licking again, first with my tongue in her vagina, then a slow
lick over the area between the little lips, all the way to the top.  I
stopped for a moment to swallow my saliva and tasted something strange,
like nothing I'd ever tasted, but not something gross.  I stuck my face
back down and took a couple of deep breaths.  I smelled something I'd never
smelled before on her, not sweat, not a perfume, just something that made
my dick harder so I wanted to fuck her.

   She put her fingers on each side of her pussy and pulled apart and up
and there it was.  Where the little lips came together, there was a blood
red little protrusion about like the tip of my little finger.  I smiled at
it.  I knew where the little red devil hid now and I was going to lick it
to death.

   I tried to do what she wanted and I decided I liked doing it.  It wasn't
so much that I got any pleasure out of it but I knew it felt good to her
and made her want to have my dick in her.  She kept her fingers on each
side of my head and I kept slowly and gently licking her pussy.  She
started moaning, sort of an animal growl, and I interpreted that as showing
she liked what I was doing.  Then she started hunching at my face and I had
a little trouble licking her.

   I decided maybe I could hold her down.  I stuck two fingers in her
vagina and pressed down a little.  She moaned louder but she was still.  I
started sliding my fingers in and out, finger-fucking her I suppose even
though I'd never done it before.  At the same time, I kept licking her,
maybe a little harder.

   I stopped for a moment to catch my breath and looked down at what I had
been licking.  Her clitoris was bigger now, about like the end of one of my
fingers.  It looked like a little dick and I decided to try sucking it.  I
kept at her, finger fucking her, licking her in long strokes, sucking her
little dick, and that did it.  She started cussing and I felt her vagina
squeezing on my fingers.  I slowed down, stopped licking and sucking, held
my fingers still until her pussy stopped clenching, and then lifted my head
and looked at her face.  Her eyes were closed and she was smiling like she
was pleased with what I had done.  After a short while, she lifted her head
and grinned at me.

   "You're your father's son, Ryan," she whispered.  "You're going to be a
great lover for women."

   "I hope so," I said.

   "Now you can fuck me," she whispered.  "Start off slow and just let your
beast loose when you're ready.

   I crawled on top of her, she showed my dick where to go, and I slid it
into her hot juicy pussy in one long stroke.  Then I stopped moving, just
marveling at the feeling of her pussy holding my dick.  I held my head a
little above hers, looking at her and loving the look on her face.  She put
her arms around my chest, her legs around my waist, and bumped me with her
heel right where the crack of my ass begins.  I held still.  I knew I was
going to do it but I was in no urgent hurry this time.  I wanted to be slow
and make it last a long time.

   "Put your arms under me and wrap your hands around my shoulders," she
whispered.  "That's what Connor does.  He says it's so I can't get away."

   I did what she said and then started moving, just slow and easy, looking
down at her face and her looking up at mine.  She smiled.  I smiled back.
After a while she put one hand behind my head and pulled it down.  I kissed
her, just lips to lips, until I felt her tongue touch my lips.  I closed my
eyes, opened my mouth to hers, and kept moving slowly and gently.

   I don't know when I stopped thinking about holding back on what I was
doing.  I gradually started moving my hips faster and shoving my dick into
her harder.  I suppose that's when I let my beast loose.  I was nothing but
a hard dick moving back and forth in a hot juicy pussy.  I felt the first
undeniable twinges of coming and I kept fucking her as hard and fast as I
could until I blasted a load of semen into her depths.

   I didn't take my dick out.  I didn't really lose my hard-on.  I rested
for a while, looking down at her and smiling at her smile.  Maybe my dick
softened a little but, when I started moving again, it stiffened again. 
This time I fucked her for an eternity, just blind, deaf, no awareness of
time or anything except the fucking of her.  She started hunching back at
me and whining.  When I finally started squirting in her again, she growled
like an animal, wiggled frantically, and started banging against me so hard
it almost hurt.  Just as I felt my spurts slow down, I felt her pussy start
convulsing on my penis and I knew we had both come at almost the same time.

   She didn't make me get off her so I stayed in place, heart pounding, and
breath rasping in and out.  This time, my penis lost its stiffness but was
still swollen enough to stay in her.  Finally she put her hands against my
chest and pushed.

   "Ryan, that was a good fuck.  I'll even give you credit for making love
to me.  You've still got a lot to learn but you'll get better with time. 
Now I want you to go to the bathroom and get me wet washcloth and a little
towel.  I'll try not to make a mess on your bed until you get back."

   <><><>

   After that night, with one exception, she came in my bedroom every
Friday night and she was Sarah to me.  Every day, she was Mom to me and she
made me do my chores and work on the summer course I was taking on-line. 
For over a month we made love on those occasions for hours and then slept
tangled together until late the next day.

   When we started, I didn't know what to do with her and everything was a
mystery to me.  I was a virgin in every sense of the word but I'm a smart
kid, a quick learner, and I wanted to learn.  During the next month, I
learned what she liked, what to do to bring her to orgasm, and how to drive
her out of her mind.  There really was no secret.  I was slow and gentle
and persistent.  I watched her facial expressions and her body movements. I
tried different things with her.  I thought about what we did and how she
reacted.  And most of all, I talked to her about what she liked and what
gave her the most pleasure.

   She liked oral sex so I gave it to her.  I liked to start up north and
work my way down south, gentle kisses and caresses, loving her breasts
until her nipples were as hard as my penis, licking her little vertical
belly button clean even though it was never dirty, rubbing my face on the
soft skin of her inner thighs, teasing her by breathing on her pussy, and
anything else except giving her what she wanted: a licking tongue.

   I learned to be slow in bending her legs backwards until she was almost
bent in half, never quick or forceful, always slow and gentle.  That was
the position I liked most, when her hips were levered upwards and her pussy
was open and glistening and ready for my tongue.  I think that was the
position she liked most as well even though I was totally in control of her
and she was helpless.

   Most of all, I learned to lick her and keep on licking her until her
clitoris was all blood-red and sticking up like a little dick.  Then I
alternated between sucking on it and licking it and finally easing two
fingers into her drooling vagina.  I liked to feel the contractions of her
pussy on my fingers when she came.

   Once I continued to lick her pussy even after she had come hard and
cussed me and tried to pull my ears off and I discovered that she could
come again within minutes.  I never could.  Usually I had to wait at least
ten minutes between orgasms.  She probably could come again within a minute
or two.

   Every time we were together like that, she gave as good as she got.  On
a one occasion we turned the lights out and made love in the dark, just
sweating, grunting, and whispering.  I lay there in my bed flat on my back,
hands behind my head, and she sucked me off.  She treated me like I liked
to treat her, just slow and gentle and persistent, just the right
combination of her hand stroking my hard penis, her tongue licking from my
testicles up to the head, her mouth wrapped around the head, sucking like I
was a milkshake and my dick was the straw she was using to suck everything
out.  I don't understand it but she seemed to like swallowing my semen. 
She caught all of my come in her mouth and didn't stop even when I had
squirted my last.  She just kept gently sucking on the head for a minute or
so longer and I really liked that.  When I came back down from wherever we
go when we have a good orgasm, I rested for a while and then licked her to
a groaning orgasm.  Only then did I give her over six inches of hard dick
and made her moan some more.

   On another Friday night, we had a marathon fucking session, over an hour
of fucking without coming.  When we crawled in my bed, I tried to remember:
control, control, control, make it last, make it last for a while.  I
looked at my bedside clock and saw it was a few minutes before eight and I
wondered if I could make it last until nine or maybe even ten o'clock

   We went through the usual steps of kissing, breast licking, nipple
sucking, and pussy licking before I even tried to get my dick in her.  When
she pulled my ears, I knew that was her signal that she wanted some hard
dick.  I moved over her, rubbed the head of my dick up and down in her
drooling pussy, and then slid it home in one long delicious slide.

   For a long time I just slid my dick into her and out as slowly as I
could.  At first I had my head beside hers so we were cheek to cheek.  Then
I moved my head over hers and gently gave her lots of little closed-lips
kisses all over her face.  She smiled up at me so I kissed her on the lips,
stuck my tongue out, and pried her lips apart.  She fought a good battle
with her tongue but I won.  All the while I kept doing the same thing, just
slowly sliding my dick in and out of her pussy.

   When I told her to turn over, she hesitated for a moment and then turned
over on her belly.  She had a damned fine ass, smooth and perfectly
rounded, and not a wrinkle or imperfection.

   "What are you going to do?" she whispered.

   I straddled her thighs, bent my dick down, and probed between her
cheeks, not looking for her asshole but her pussy.

   "Don't worry," I whispered back.  "I don't want it in your ass.  I want
it in your pussy.  Raise your hips a little and show it where to go"

   I couldn't get but about half in her that way but it was tight and hot
and juicy and so damned good.  I did it that way for a while, still just
slow and gentle but persistent, not trying to get in a hurry to come. 
After a while I wanted something different so I pulled out, pulled her hips
up so she had her ass up in the air, thighs straight up, head down on the
pillow.  I saw where I wanted my dick to go, just under her pink pucker,
between those spread wet lips.  I eased it in again and held her by the
hips while I fucked her, eyes closed, aware of nothing but my hard dick in
her wet juicy pussy.

   That was good but I wanted to come with her under me.  I told her to
turn over again and she turned between my legs on her back.  I gently put
one knee, then the other, between her legs, and lowered myself down on her.
This time, she showed my dick where to go and I eased it in and out and
deeper each time until I was balls deep in her.  At the same time she
wrapped her long legs around me with her ankles locked over my ass, bound
me to her with her arms, and pushed my head down over hers with both hands.
For a while I didn't move after that.  I just lay there joined with her in
every way possible until I finally couldn't be still any longer.

   I suppose that's when I let my beast loose.  I let go of all restraint
and fucked her as fast and hard as I could.  When I blasted a load in her
pussy and thought I'd died with it, I felt her pussy trying to milk the
rest of my semen out, our first simultaneous orgasm.

   After a while I lifted my head and looked at the clock: nine o'eight. 
We had fucked for over an hour and I had finally come, no, we had finally
come together.

   One Wednesday afternoon, we had a summer thunderstorm and maybe that was
why we did something different.  She was off from her crazy work schedule
and we were home together.  We were both almost naked, me in some little
blue briefs and white socks, her in white socks and panties and a long
loose t-shirt with nothing underneath.  I had turned off the TV and the air
conditioning and, as the house heated up and the humidity rose, we had
gradually shed almost all our clothes.  Lightening was popping close by and
thunder was constant and I knew to turn off all electrical stuff except the
lights.

   I was in Dad's lounge chair reading a good science-fiction book.  Mom
was puttering, that's what she called it, around the house.  She came to
the door and stood just looking at me.  I knew something was about to
happen.  She had a frown on her face but her eyes kept sweeping over me.

   Suddenly she removed her t-shirt, fixed her eyes on mine, and hooked her
thumbs in her panties.  I raised the chair, stood up, hooked my thumbs in
my briefs, and waited.  We both stripped our underwear off and kicked them
to one side and, except for white socks, stood naked in front of each
other. My penis went from soft and dangling to hard and standing in just a
few seconds.  She walked over to me, wrapped her hand around it, and then
just stood there looking down at it.  I waited for her to let me know what
she wanted.

   She pushed me back down in the chair, grabbed a pillow from the couch,
pushed my legs apart, and dropped the pillow.  I knew what I was about to
get, at least I thought I did.  She stood looking me up and down for a
moment, from my face, my body, my hard dick waiting for her.  I watched the
expression on her unsmiling face, a strange expression I couldn't remember
seeing before.  I could hear her breathing, louder and stronger than usual.


   After perhaps a minute, she knelt on the pillow and made love to my
penis and testicles.  That's the only way to describe what she did.  She
wasn't trying to hurry me to an orgasm, not even close.  Usually a
combination of fast hand stroking while sucking on the head could make me
come.  She didn't do that.  She just gently licked and sucked my penis,
even my testicles, in no hurry, just sort of lazy easy like.  I liked what
she was doing.  I slouched down a little lower, closed my eyes, and
surrendered.

   All too quickly, she stopped, stood up, and I opened my eyes.  She had
her hand extended and she was smiling.  I took her hand and stood up, just
inches from her.  She wrapped her other hand around my penis, closed her
eyes, and offered me her mouth.  I kissed her gently, slowly, and, after a
few seconds, touched her lips with my tongue.  She opened to me and I
closed my eyes and we kissed, just an unhurried gentle kiss.

   She put both arms around me with her hands on my buns.  I did the same
and pulled her against my hardness.  We stood there with bodies pressed
tightly together, mouths open, lost in kissing, in no hurry to do anything
else.  I could have stood there all afternoon, lightening striking close
by, thunder booming, both of us all sticky and sweating, both audibly
breathing, my heart beating almost out of my chest.

   Finally she pushed away from me, wrapped her hand around my penis, and
dragged me down the hallway to my room.  I smiled because I knew what she
wanted, not on Friday night as usual, but on Wednesday afternoon while the
thunderstorm was raging outside.

   In my room, she quickly crawled in my bed, spread her legs, held her
arms out to me, and smiled an invitation to me.  I assumed she wanted me to
make love to her or fuck her and let my beast loose.  That wasn't what I
wanted to do.  I wanted to please her the same way she had done me, with my
mouth.

   I kept two pillows on my bed, one for behind my head, one for between my
knobby knees when sleeping on my side.  She had her head on one.  I grabbed
the other, stuck it under her hips, went around to the end of the bed and
flopped.  I licked her from her taint to her clit, until the little lips
were splayed out to each side and I tasted and smelled her arousal, just
the same way she had sucked my dick, just slowly and sensuously and gently.
She caught me by the ears and pulled but I shook her hands off and kept
licking her.

   I felt her relax and heard her moan and that was what I wanted.  For a
while, that's all I did.  I didn't use my fingers to fuck her.  I didn't
use my thumbs to pull her big lips apart.  All I used was my tongue and
that was enough to bring her clit out of hiding but I didn't want her to
come with me licking her.  I wanted her to come when I had my dick in her
and was giving her another gallon of my baby makers.

   The second time she pulled my ears, I gave her a piteous, "Ow, Sarah,"
and crawled up on top of her.  I slid my arms partially under her and
wrapped my hands around her shoulders.  No way was she going to get away
from me.  She used both hands to guide my dick into her pussy and then
imprisoned me with her arms and legs.  My beast romped for a minute or so
until my dick squirted out the contents of my prostate gland and my balls
and I thought I'd died and gone to heaven again.

   But, damn, she didn't come when I did.  I rested for a while, still on
top of her, still wrapped up in her arms and legs, until my heart slowed
down from two hundred miles per hour and my lungs could finally get enough
air.  As usual, after one time, my dick stayed swollen but just not stiff.
I gave it a tentative out and in again and it seemed to work OK but just
not quite ready.  I waited for a while longer, tried again, and it worked
better and gradually stiffened as I pumped in and out.  I slowly let the
beast out of his cage again and let it go wild.  This time, when my dick
blasted another load into her pussy, she squealed and I felt her pussy
contracting and relaxing at the same time I was filling her up to
overflowing.

   "How did you like that, Sarah?" I whispered in her ear after I caught my
breath.  "Was that a good fuck?"

   <><><>

   As the time for my father's return neared, I became more and more
apprehensive and worried about what I had done with her and about how he
would react.  On our final Friday night before his return, she came in my
room naked but smiling and radiantly happy.  I was too worried to smile.

   "Why are you so happy?  Is it because he'll be home next week?" I asked.


   "Yes, Ryan, I'm happy he'll be back in a few days but that's not the
main reason I'm happy," she said.

   "Oh?"

   "Ryan, I'm pregnant!"

   That night, I fucked her three times, one right after the other, and I
still wanted to fuck her more.  Fucked!  Not made love, just fucked, and I
wanted to keep fucking her forever.  I didn't try to please her.  I was
selfish and uncaring and I wanted to fuck her through the mattress.  The
third time, she groaned loudly with each thrust and finally came at the
same time I did.  Her pussy sucked every drop out of my balls or wherever
it comes from and I knew I was done.  Maybe he would kill me.  Maybe I'd
just die from fucking her.  I didn't care.  At least I'd die happy.

   Chapter Two

   I was in the living room watching a movie on TV.  It was about a bunch
of sailors who take an old battleship and kick the living shit out of a
bunch of aliens before they can take over the earth.  I've probably seen it
a dozen times but I still enjoy it, especially when the walrus alien gets
his teeth knocked out by the guy with the artificial legs.  I was wearing
just a pair of exercise shorts and some white socks, my usual in-house
uniform when I didn't expect to be around anybody except my parents.

   I heard a car door slam and it sounded like it was directly in front of
our quarters.  Mom was gone to the commissary and she wasn't going to be
back for another hour or so.  Anyway, she would park her car on the carport
when she came back.  I got up and peeked out the blinds to see who it was.
It was Dad!  It wasn't Friday.  It was Wednesday.  He was home two days
early!

   Maybe I was scared he was going to kill me but I couldn't help myself. I
slammed out the front door, ran down to the sidewalk in about four leaps,
threw myself at him, and almost knocked him down.  I put my arms around
him, tucked my head in the side of his throat, and squeezed him as hard as
I could.  I couldn't say anything and I felt like crying because I was so
happy to see him.

   "Whoa, Tiger, are you glad to see me?" he asked.  I almost choked just
from hearing his voice.  I managed to squeak out a "Yeah!"

   He had on his dress blues with his coat over one arm and that meant he
had been somewhere important like some sort of ceremony.  He handed his
coat to the corporal who had brought him home, wrapped both arms around me,
and sort of rocked from side to side with me like he does sometimes.  I
could smell his sweat and it was something I'd smelled all my life and it
was just him and I loved him.  After a while, he gently pushed me back and
smiled down at me.

   "Come on, Tiger, let's help the corporal carry my luggage in the house.
I'm hot and sweaty and I could use a cold beer.  Would you like one?"

   That was strange.  He had let me taste beer lots of times in the past
but he had never offered me one.  He saw the look on my face.

   "What?" he said, just like I do sometimes.  "You're almost a man, Ryan.
You can have a beer with your dad now.  Just don't make a habit of it."

   Didn't he know what I had done?  A few days ago I had heard Mom talking
to him in her room.  She didn't let me talk to him so I assumed she was
telling him.  He didn't act like he was going to kill me.

   I helped the corporal carry his luggage into the house and on into Mom's
and Dad's bedroom.  Dad thanked the corporal, said something to him, and he
left.

   As soon as he was gone, Dad started undressing.  He sat down on the side
of the bed, took off his shoes and socks, lifted his butt long enough to
pull off his pants, and sat there for a minute in just his skivvies and
white dress shirt breathing deeply.  He threw his pants at me and I knew he
wanted me to take his uniform to the base cleaners tomorrow.  I hung his
pants on a hanger, put his coat over them, and hung them behind the door.

   "Damn, it's good to be home," he said.  "Did you miss me?"

   "Yeah, Mom and I both missed you.  Are you really going to be home for
the next year or so?"

   "Yep, I'm done with, well, you know, for a while," he said.  "I've got
desk duty here for at least a year."

   I didn't know but I knew I wasn't supposed to know.  Sometimes he went
somewhere and even Mom didn't know where.

   He stood up, stripped off his shirt, stepped out of his skivvies, and
then stood there naked, breathing deeply.  He was just as lean and hard as
ever and he looked damn good for a guy in his thirties.  I always hoped my
body was going to be like his.  He reached down to his genitals, sort of
pulled his balls down, scratched behind them, pulled down on his dick, and
took a deep breath and let it out.  His dick was soft and it looked big and
swollen like it always does in hot weather.  His foreskin covered almost
the whole head and there was just a little circle left uncovered.  It
looked just like mine except mine is a little smaller.

   "Would you get me a pair of shorts?" he asked.  "And some white socks?"

   I knew what he wanted.  Both of us lounged around the house in cotton
exercise shorts and white socks, usually bare-chested, sometimes with a
T-shirt, when nobody was around.

   I went to his chest of drawer, got his socks out of the top drawer and
his shorts out of the bottom.  I always helped Mom put away when she did
the laundry and I knew where his stuff was.  He stepped in the shorts, sat
down on the bed long enough to put on his socks, and then stood up.  He put
his hand on my shoulder, we went in the kitchen, and he sat down at the
table.

   "Get me a beer," he said.  "Get you one too."

   I got two bottles of beer out of the fridge, the kind he likes, opened
them and put them on the table.  I knew I had to tell him.

   "Dad, Mom's pregnant."

   He took a big swig of his beer, looked at me with a serious look on his
face, picked up the other bottle of beer, and handed it to me.  I drank a
little and waited.  He breathed deeply a couple of times and grinned.

   "Yeah, I know," he said.  "We're both tickled pink.  We thought we'd
never have another kid.  I got her pregnant that weekend I made a quick
trip home and stayed just one night.  That was the weekend you were gone
camping with your buddies.  Sorry I missed you."

   He was looking at me with an intensity that told me a lot.  He already
knew I had got her pregnant but he wanted to claim that the baby was his
and I was supposed to accept his version of how it happened, even though I
knew I hadn't gone camping since last summer and he had never made a quick
trip home during his three-month absence.

   I sat down in a chair and looked at him without saying anything, just
slowly drinking my beer.  I burped.  He grinned and burped louder.

   "That's the way it happened, Ryan," he said.

   "You're not going to kill me?" I asked.

   "Why should I kill you, Tiger?" he asked.  "I love you and I'm glad
you're my son."

   I took another sip of beer and sat there staring at him.  He stared
back, sipped the last of his beer, and then winked at me and smiled.  I
managed to smile too, just a little one.

   "On the way here, I called Sarah on her cell phone," he said.  "She's
going to get us a big pizza for supper, the kind you like.  Are you
hungry?"

   "You're not mad at me?" I asked.  Lately I was always hungry.

   "I'm not mad at you, son," he said.  "I want to thank you.  Tonight
Sarah and I'll talk to you and you'll understand.  Just relax.  Shit, get
me another fucking beer.  You want another?"

   I got up and got him another beer.  I didn't get me one though.  I'd
never been drunk and I was afraid another beer would get to me.  I sat his
beer in front of him and was about to sit down.  He stood up, grabbed me by
the shoulders, and pulled me against him.  I put my arms around his waist
and he put his around my back with one hand behind my head, holding me with
my face sort of buried in him.

   "I love you, Ryan," he whispered.  "After Sarah, you're the best thing
that ever happened to me.  I love you and I'm proud you're my son.  It
makes me feel good to see the sort of man you're becoming.  Don't you ever
forget what I'm saying.  You're precious to me."

   "I won't, Dad," I whispered.  "I'm glad you're my father."

   He turned me loose, slapped me on the butt, picked up the second bottle
of beer, took a big swig, and handed it to me.

   "Here, put this back in the fridge for now," he said.  "I stink.  I want
to take a bath before Sarah gets home.  Come bathe with me.  I've missed
having you to shower with me and scrub my back."

   Our quarters were just like all the others for officers with only one
kid: two bedrooms, one bath, kitchen/dining room, and a big living room. 
The bathroom had one commode, two sinks, and a big shower.  I was used to
sharing everything with my parents.
Until about a month ago, I'd never seen Mom naked but I had seen her
breasts more than once, like when she was at one sink and I was at the
other.  She always just smiled at me and didn't try to cover up.  She
always had on panties though.  I'd never been in there when she was using

the commode or in the shower.

   I'd seen Dad naked all of my life.  I wasn't bashful and I was used to
pissing or showering when he was shaving.  We'd showered together on
occasion as long as I could remember.  We didn't hesitate to piss when the
other was in the shower.  We all knew not to flush when somebody was using
the shower.

   This time I lifted the commode seat and assumed the position and was
just about to start when Dad pushed me over and held his dick ready.  I
looked at him, he smiled at me, and then we both started pissing.  It was
nothing new to me.  We'd done it before a few times.

   In the shower, we alternated standing under the water and then soaped up
two washcloths and scrubbed.  When he turned around with his hands on the
wall and his back to me, I knew what he wanted.  I'd done it as long as I
could remember.  I scrubbed his back the way he wanted it, hard, and was
about to turn around and let him do mine.  Then the shower door slid back
and Mom stepped in, naked.

   Mom and Dad grabbed each other like I wasn't even there.  They wrapped
their arms around each other and almost melted into one another and shut
their eyes and got a lip lock on each other's mouths, all without a word.
It seemed like they couldn't stop kissing.  They'd stop for a second, take
a few deep breaths, and then go back at it.  Mom's hands were on Dad's butt
cheeks and I could see the dents her fingers made because she was pulling
him against her.  Dad's were on her butt cheeks, on her breasts, holding
her face, just all over her.

   I moved under the shower spray and watched them.  When my dick raised
its head, I wrapped my hand around it and stroked it real slow.  After a
few minutes, they stopped and both looked at me, first at my face and then
down at what I was doing with my dick.

   Dad smiled, pushed back away from Mom a little, and his dick rose up at
about a forty-five degree angle like mine.  They both held out an arm to me
and I moved closer until my body was touching both of theirs.  I put one
arm around Dad's back and the other around Mom's.  They both put one arm
around me and we stood there smiling at each other for a minute.

   Then Mom dropped her hand down until she was holding half of my butt.  I
looked at her and she grinned.  Damn!  With Dad right there.  Double damn!
Dad dropped his hand down and grabbed the other half.  Well, damned if I
was going to do nothing.  I dropped my hands down and grabbed me half of
Mom's ass and half of Dad's.  They both grinned and then sort of giggled. I
grinned to.

   I didn't know what they wanted me to do and I didn't know what I ought
to do.  Standing there with the three of us with our hands on each other's
asses wasn't something I'd even imagined.  Maybe things were going to be
different now.  Finally Mom told us what to do.  She reached down, took my
dick in one hand, took Dad's in her other, and said:

   "You guys need to stuff these back in your shorts for a while.  I want
somebody to carry in the groceries."

   <><><>

   We were sitting at the kitchen table eating our dessert, an apple pie
with ice cream.  The pizza was great as always and so was the pie.  Dad had
his second beer with his pizza.  Mom had a glass of milk and I thought that
was strange because she usually had a beer too.  I had a soft drink.  I
still felt a buzz from the first beer and I thought I had better stay clear
headed.

   "Well, it's time we talked," Dad said.  "I've got some things to say to
you, Ryan, and they're important.  I want you to listen carefully."

   "Yes, sir," I answered.

   "Tiger, don't say `yes, sir' to me," he said, sounding exasperated. 
"Say `yes, Dad.' I hear yes sir all day long.  You're the only person in
the world who can say `yes, Dad' to me and I wish you could know how much
I've missed hearing it."

   "Yes, s..I mean, yes, Dad"

   "OK.  That's better.  Now, here's what the three of us know.  Sarah is
pregnant.  The home pregnancy test she used is just about infallible. 
Ryan, we all know you are the one who made her pregnant.  The child is a
union of your sperm and her egg.  Are we all in agreement on that?"

   "Yes, Dad," I answered.

   "Yes, Connor," Mom answered, smiling at me.

   "OK.  Now, here's the way it's going to be.  I'm the child's father.  I
got Sarah pregnant one Saturday when I came home for two days just passing
through.  We were both surprised as hell because we thought we'd never have
another child.  We're both wonderfully happy to be having another child. 
Got that?"

   "Yes, Dad."

   "Yes, Connor."

   "OK.  Ryan, the child is going to be your brother or your sister. 
Whichever it is, you're going to love it like a brother or sister, not like
a father.  You will never let the child know you're its real father.  Do
you understand why?"

   "I think so."

   "OK.  Tell me why?"

   "Because boys don't usually have sex with their mothers.  They don't
usually get them pregnant.  Everybody will think...well, they'll think
we're some kind of sex perverts or something.  Then they'll maybe not like
the baby because of it.  It's not the child's fault, Dad; it's mine."

   "Ryan, don't you ever say that again."

   "Yes, sir, I mean, yes, Dad, but when are you and Mom going to tell me
why you let it happen.  Did you intend for it to happen?  Why?"

   "Yes, we intended for it to happen," Dad said.  "We've been thinking
about it and planning for it to happen for months.  All you really need to
know is that Sarah and I wanted it to happen and we're happy it did."

   "I still don't understand," I said.

   "I'll tell you in just a minute but first I want you to promise you'll
never tell the child that you're its father.  OK?  Man to man, now."

   "OK, Dad, I promise, man to man, that I'll never tell the baby that I'm
its father."

   "Good.  Don't ever break your word to me, son.  Now, do you know the
meaning of the words impotent and infertile?"

   "I think so."

   "Ryan, I'm not impotent.  Hell, I'm damned potent.  My balls produce
testosterone like a fifteen-year-old kid.  I may be thirty-four but I'm
probably as horny as you are.  I almost wore my right arm out while I was
gone," he said, grinning at me.  I grinned back.

   "I am infertile, though," he said, with a serious face.  I waited.

   "Can I start over and back up some before I tell you why?" he asked.

   "Sure, Dad," I said.

   "I was nineteen years old and a second-year cadet at the Academy when I
met your mother.  I was home on a two week leave I'd earned by having the
best grade point average of any second year guy.  On my second night home,
my sister set me up for a blind date with a seventeen-year-old high school
senior.  The date was for her graduation prom.  She was the most beautiful
girl I'd ever seen, tall, slim, long legs, good boobs, good butt, smiled
like an angel, laugh that...well, that's enough.  That's her sitting beside
us."

   I looked at Mom.  She was smiling, maybe like an angel.

   "I wish you could have seen him that night, Ryan," she said.  "He had
permission to wear his spring parade dress uniform: grey swallow-tail coat,
21 gold buttons, white trousers.  They thought he'd make a good poster boy
for the Army.  He was a young girl's dream: tall, slim, handsome, sexy as
hell.  I knew I wanted to marry him the minute I saw him.  Love at first
sight.  Well, maybe lust.  When we were dancing, girls kept trying to cut
in and he wouldn't let them.  He kissed me for the first time when he took
me home and I think that first kiss lasted for about five minutes.  It was
really some kiss.  About two weeks later when he left to go back I was
pregnant but I didn't know it until a week or so after that."

   She looked at Dad and smiled.  He was smiling too.

   "We had a date the next night," Mom said.  "We had hamburgers and milk
shakes and spent the rest of that date just holding hands and walking and
talking.  The next night he went to my graduation ceremony, wearing his
dress uniform again, sat between my mother and father, and told them he was
going to marry me.  He didn't take me home that night.  We checked into a
motel.  He fucked me three times.  We were both virgins."

   "I didn't fuck you," Dad said.  "I made love to you.  And you came more
times than I did.  Ryan, she was ringing up orgasms about two to my one."

   "The next day, he made love to me seven times.  There was a hamburger
joint next door to the motel and we went over there just long enough to get
take out.  We would hardly get back in the motel before we were fucking
again.  We were both hot as hell.  Sore too."

   "Seven times?" I asked.

   "Well, one of those was a blow-job," Dad said.  "I couldn't believe it
when she swallowed it.  She said it just got the taste of hamburgers with
onions out of her mouth.  And she was still ringing up orgasms like crazy."

   "The next day, we did it twice before check out," Mom said.  "He took me
home, told my parents that we were going to stay in my bedroom, and they
could start planning for a wedding.  I had a queen-size bed and we broke it
down that night.  My father and Connor tried to fix it and finally just put
the mattress and box springs on the floor.  I wish you could have seen
Connor in his skivvies and my father in his pajama bottoms trying to fix my
bed.  My two younger brothers were right there, just wearing their jockey
shorts and they thought it was the funniest thing they'd ever seen."

   "It was funny," Dad said.  "I think your dad and both your brothers had
hard-ons and your mother couldn't decide which one of us four guys she
wanted to look at next."

   "Poor Mom," Mom said.  "The next morning at breakfast, she asked me and
Connor if we knew what we were doing.  Connor didn't answer her.  He stood
up, pulled me up, gave me about a minute-long kiss, open mouth and tongue,
hands groping me.  Then he sat down and said, "No." I looked at Mom and her
eyes were like saucers and her mouth was wide open.  Dad thought that was
funny."

   "Then we spent a couple of nights at my parent's home, sleeping in my
twin-size bed with room on both sides," Dad picked up.  "Her parents told
mine what we had done to her bed and we got teased about it again.  My
mother and sister laughed so hard they cried.  I told my parents to start
thinking about a wedding too."

   "I thought I'd die when he had to go back," Mom said.

   Then Dad again.  "I knew West Point graduates weren't allowed to marry
until after graduation.  I had a choice and I made it.  I wanted her and I
wanted to marry her.  At the time, I didn't even know she was pregnant.  I
didn't learn that until a few weeks later.  I told my commanding officer I
was going to get married and he said I'd be expelled if I did.  I told them
I'd become career Army if they would let me stay.  They didn't want to
expel me and tried to talk me out of marrying her.  I was at the top of the
second year cadets and already marked to go into intelligence.  Somebody
told me the solution.  It was simple.  Just quietly marry her without
telling anybody.  Marry her again when I graduated.  That's what we did.

   "So I'm not a bastard," I said, grinning.

   "I can show you two marriage certificates, Tiger" Dad said.  "Our first
marriage was in her parent's living room and was attended by both families,
all sworn to secrecy.  Our second was on the day after I graduated."

   I looked at Mom.  "What did your parents say when you told them you were
pregnant with me?"

   "I didn't tell them.  Connor did.  I called him, he called my parents,
and told them to hurry up with the wedding plans.  He said his son was not
going to be a bastard.  I thought my mother was never going to stop crying.
My father, bless his heart, was calm and said he'd do everything he could
to help.  Our families got together and all agreed to help us.  They did. I
alternated staying at my parents' house and Connor's parents' house for the
next two years.  Both sets of grandparents loved you like crazy.  We didn't
break down any more beds but we gave them a good workout."

   "But I thought nobody could tell a baby's sex that early."

   "That's right," Mom said.  "They can't."

   I looked at Dad.  "Were you with Mom when I was born?" I asked.

   "Only in spirit, Tiger," Dad said.  "Both families were there and I mean
everybody, even Sarah's two little brothers.  That's what it means to be
part of a family, Ryan.  That's why your mother wanted to have more
children, so we could be a bigger family and all love each other like my
family and hers loved us.  We probably wouldn't be sitting here today
without the love of both our parents."

   I looked at Dad.  "Well, you were certainly fertile when I was
conceived. What happened to change that?"

   "I'm getting there.  Two weeks after I graduated, I was no longer in
this country.  I was assigned to an Army intelligence unit and I was sworn
never to talk about what I did.  So what I tell you can never be told to
anyone else.  Swear?"

   I nodded.

   Dad shook his head.  "Say it."

   "I swear I'll never tell anybody else what you're going to tell me."

   "Three other guys and I were radiated by a dirty nuke weapon that a
terrorist tried to smuggle onto an airplane going from Riyadh to Paris and
then to New York.  It never got on the plane.  All four of us suffered
radiation burns and I was rendered infertile.  Not impotent now, just
infertile.  My testicles produce sperm like a normal man.  If they swim at
all, it's just in circles."

   "So what do we do now?" I asked.

   "Well, tonight, I'm going to take Sarah to bed and make love to her.  I
probably won't be any good because I've been under a lot of stress and I'm
really tired and I haven't had much sleep in weeks.  Maybe she can be
satisfied if I can do it just once."

   I looked at Mom and she smiled and nodded.

   "I mean from now on," I said.

   "Tomorrow night, Thursday night, I'm going to show Sarah how much I love
her.  Maybe I'll feel better by then.  She's my other half, Ryan.  I could
never be complete again without her.  Friday night is your night.  She
tells me you're learning to be a good lover."

   "Uh, uh, Dad, you're home now." I said.  "You're the one who's supposed
to make love to her."

   "Tiger, we set this up deliberately.  We've been trying to decide
whether to do it for the last year or so.  We both agreed it was the best
way to have what both of us wanted, probably the only way.  You did us a
big favor.  Sarah and I don't think we should cut you off now.  We want you
to keep on doing it with her, well, at least on Friday nights."

   I looked at Mom.  "You're pregnant, right?"

   "Yes, but that doesn't mean I can't have sex, Ryan.  It can't hurt the
baby.  Maybe when I'm closer to term, you and Connor will have to be gentle
with me.  I enjoyed sex with him until I was about eight months pregnant
with you and then the doctor said I should cut him off."

   "You cut him off?" I joked.  "Looks like he still has one."

   They both laughed and so I did too.

   Dad reached over and took my hand in his.  Mom held out her hand and I
put my other hand in it.  They both looked serious now.

   "Ryan, I want to have this baby," Mom said.  "I also want more babies."

   I couldn't believe what I was hearing.  Did she mean that she wanted me
to get her pregnant again?  Me?  Babies?  More than one?  Did that mean she
wanted me to get her pregnant again and again so she could have two or
three more babies after this one?

   "That's right, Tiger," Dad said.  "Your mother is still a young woman.
She's just thirty two.  She's got a lot of child-bearing years ahead of
her. We want you to fill up those years with kids.  We want a big family."

   "Well, couldn't you just get a sperm donor?" I asked.  "Don't some women
do that when their husband is infertile?"

   "Yes, Ryan," Mom said.  "But I don't want a baby with somebody else's
genes in it.  I want Connor's.  You're the only one who can give me what I
want."

   I looked at both of them and then squeezed their hands.

   "I'll do my best."

   <><><>

   The next morning, I was in the kitchen standing at the stove in my
in-house uniform frying myself a couple of eggs when Mom walked in.  I
liked egg sandwiches with cayenne pepper hot sauce on them and a glass of
cold milk to wash them down.  I looked at her.  She had on white socks and
a thin white robe.  I could see most of her breasts and the outline of her
panties under it.  I put some bread in the toaster and poured myself a big
glass of milk and then looked back at her.

   She was sitting in a chair and the white robe had come open.  I saw her
beautiful breasts and, when I looked down, I saw the shape of her pussy in
her panties, the little crease in the middle of her mound.  Instant
hard-on. I turned my back to her so she couldn't see the tent in my shorts.
What was I going to do?  I assembled my egg sandwich, sprinkled it with
pepper sauce, and picked up my glass of milk.  I knew I couldn't back up to
the table.  I finally decided I had to do it.  Fuck it.  I walked over to
the table, tented shorts and all, set my plate and glass down, and was
about to sit down.

   Mom grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled me over in front of
her.  I didn't resist until she grabbed my shorts on each side, pulled them
down, and tried to break my dick off.  My foreskin had come back when it
got hard and it hurt to have my shorts dragged over the naked head.  I
said, "Ouch, Mom!" She wrapped her hand around my dick and stroked it a
couple of times.

   "I'm sorry, Ryan," she said, smiling.  "Would you like me to kiss it and
make it better?"

   I couldn't say anything.  What if Dad walked in?  I just stood there
like a dummy.  She pulled and I shuffled up a little closer.  My shorts
fell down around my ankles.

   "You've got a beautiful penis, Ryan," Mom said.  "Would you mind if I
got a little protein from it for the baby?"

   I didn't know what to say but I wasn't about to say no.  She stroked my
dick a little more and then leaned over and started sucking on the head.  I
didn't know what to do.  What if Dad got up and caught me with my dick in
her mouth?  I shuffled a little closer and just stood there with my hands
at my sides.

   She took her mouth off my dick for a moment.  "Put your hands on my
shoulders and keep them there, Ryan.  I've told you that before.  Be a
gentleman."

   I put my hands on her shoulders and I suppose that kept me in the close
position she wanted.  I shut my eyes, let my head fall back, poked my
pelvis out, and let her do what she wanted.  It was what I wanted too.  One
hand cupping my balls, sort of lifting my low hangers, one moving up and
down on the shaft of my dick, her tongue licking under the head, her mouth
sucking on the head: I was conscious of nothing else.  It didn't take her
long to get the baby a little protein.  I think my dick was almost down her
throat when I started coming.  I'd squirt, she'd swallow, squirt, swallow,
squirt, swallow; damn, it was too much.  My knees almost buckled.  When I
had squirted my last, she didn't take her mouth off my dick.  She just
pulled back so only the head was inside her mouth and sucked slowly and
gently.

   "You're hurting me, Ryan," I heard her say, and looked down.  I had a
hard grip on her shoulders.  I needed something to hang on to.

   "Sit down a minute," she said.  I tried but my shorts were tangled
around my ankles and I almost fell.  She put a foot on them and held them
and I stepped out of them.  I sat or maybe fell down in a chair in front of
her, my legs spread, my still-hard dick looking at the ceiling.  When I
looked at her face, she was looking at me and grinning.

   "Did you like that?"

   I shook my head.

   "I liked it too."

   "Yeah, but..." I tried to think of what I wanted to say.  "Why do you do
it, I mean why do you like it?  What do you get out of it?"

   "Ryan, sex is best when partners do things for each other," she said
quietly.  "The first time I gave you a blow-job, did you really want to
lick my pussy?"

   "Yeah, I didn't think I would but I liked it.  After I got started I
really wanted to do it."

   "Do you understand?  I do something for you that you like; you do
something for me that I like.  That makes for great sex."

   I sat there for a minute just looking up and down at her.  The nipples
on her breasts looked like they were a half-inch long.  There was a wet
spot in the center of her panties.  I knew sucking my dick had made her
hot.

   "Would you do me an egg sandwich like yours, light on the pepper sauce?
Pour me a big glass of milk.  I'm going to make a pot of coffee even if it
has to be weak from now on."

   I was hungry.  I picked up my fried egg sandwich and my glass of milk,
took them back to the stove, and started eating while I fried her eggs.  If
I got too much hot sauce in my mouth, I just took a big swallow of milk and
swished it around in my mouth.  By the time I had assembled her fried egg
sandwich, light on the hot sauce, I had finished eating mine.  I took her
sandwich to her and then made me another one, heavy on the hot sauce.  I
took both plates back to the table and poured myself another glass of milk.

   She ate her sandwich, sipped her milk, sipped her coffee, and sat there
smiling at me.  I ate my second sandwich, gulped my milk, and managed to
smile back.  We both finished about the same time and just sat there
looking at each other.

   I wanted to do something else for her and I decided not to ask her.  I
dropped down, knee-walked over to her, pushed her legs apart, reached
around behind her, and pulled her butt forward until her pussy was right at
the edge of the chair.  I tugged on her white panties.  "Lift your butt," I
said, and she did and I pulled her panties down her long legs.  I sat there
leaned back on my feet and looked at her hairless pussy.  Down the slit, it
looked wet and glistening.  My dick rose up so it could see too.

   She reached out, combed her fingers through my long hair, and pulled my
face closer to her pussy.  I used my thumbs to pull her pussy to each side
so it sort of opened up, and I could see all the hot pink flesh inside.  It
looked good enough to eat.

   Then I did something for her.  I leaned forward, and ran my tongue from
the bottom to the top.  I felt the little lips separate and I just kept
licking all the pink flesh inside them.  I tasted something and it wasn't
egg sandwich.  I licked her again and again and again while she moaned.

   "Damn, something's burning me," she yelled suddenly.  I looked around
but didn't see anything.  "My pussy!  Do something!"

   Shit!  I knew I still had pepper sauce on my lips and tongue.

   The milk jug was still sitting on the table.  I grabbed it, took a big
mouthful, leaned forward, and fastened my mouth on her pussy.  The milk
came out of me and got all over her pussy and dripped down on the floor.  I
got another mouthful, tried this time to hold the milk in and to let it out
gradually while I licked her.  She was breathing like she had been out
running.  I got another mouthful and squirted it out right between her
pussy lips and then licked up it a couple of times.

   Suddenly she started whimpering and I looked up at her face.  Damn, she
was coming.  I took another big swig of milk, put my mouth back on her
pussy, and spit some more milk there and then licked it up.  I kept doing
it.  She grabbed me by my hair and pulled me against her pussy and almost
broke my nose.  She kept moaning and whining and I was afraid she was going
to wake Connor up.

   "Damn, what have you two done now?"

   I looked up and Dad was standing in the door, naked, big dick swollen
but not hard, low hangers halfway down to his knees.

   I tried to tell him but Mom kept interrupting.  Dad started grinning and
then laughing and then laughing so hard he couldn't stand up.  He staggered
over to the kitchen table, kissed me on the cheek, kissed Mom on the mouth,
and sat down.  I didn't think it was that damned funny.

   "Would you fix me a fried egg sandwich, Tiger?" he finally said.

   Mom sat there, robe over her shoulders, white socks on her feet, breasts
and pussy exposed, and acting like she thought it was hilarious too.  Dad
sat there, completely naked, big dick flopping around every time he had
another laugh attack.  I started to put my shorts back on and then decided
why bother.  I fixed Dad a fried egg sandwich with hot sauce and poured him
a cup of coffee.  Then Mom made me get the paper towels and wipe up all the
spilled milk.  After that I stood there leaned back against the kitchen
sink with my dick pointing straight up while they kept looking at me and
laughing.

   "Whew," Dad finally said.  "I wish I could tell somebody about this."

   "Well, you can't," Mom said.  "Don't you even think about it!"

   "Why did you use the milk?" Dad asked.

   "Cold milk's good when you get too much pepper sauce," I said.  "I
thought everybody knew that."

   Mom left the kitchen and went somewhere.  She was back in a few seconds
holding a tube of something.  She handed the tube to me, sat down in the
chair, and, with both hands, pulled her pussy lips to each side.  I looked
at Dad.  He looked at me and grinned.  I looked at Mom.  She looked back at
me, smiling, and nodded.  I thought what the hell and creamed her pussy
while Dad watched.

   We spent the rest of the morning lounging around the house almost naked,
the three of us wearing just white socks.  Every once in a while Mom or Dad
would look at me, smile, start sniggering, and then start laughing.  We
watched an old movie that morning and then had sandwiches for lunch, no hot
sauce.  Afterwards, Dad said he wanted to take a nap and Mom said she
wanted to do the same.  I sort of figured I'd get my skate board and go out
so the house would be quiet and I wouldn't disturb them.

   They stood up from the table and started to their bedroom and that's
when I found out how different things were going to be.  They stopped,
looked at me, and Dad said, "Well, come on, Tiger."

   They both held out a hand to me.  What could I do?  I let them lead me
out of the kitchen and down the short hall to their bedroom.  I had no idea
whether they really meant nap or maybe something else.

   Their king-size bed was still a rumpled mess, like maybe they'd had a
wrestling match or something else in it last night.  Dad crawled in on his
side and I held back, waiting for Mom to tell me what to do.

   "Connor, I want you and Ryan in the middle, next to each other," she
said.

   I crawled in from the foot and flopped next to Dad.  Mom held her hands
about a foot apart and gradually brought them together.  I understand.  Dad
and I both wiggled over closer to each other until out hips were touching
and he put one arm behind my shoulders.

   Mom stood looking at us for a moment, looking up and down our bodies,
especially at our good parts.  Dad's dick was about like mine, swollen and
heavy looking but not stiff and hard.  I was a little unsure of what I was
doing in bed with Dad and what Mom was going to do with us and maybe that
kept mine from getting hard.

   "I'll be back in a minute," she said, and left their bedroom.  In less
than that, she was back with a bottle of baby oil in one hand and two wet
washcloths and a towel in the other.  I knew that meant somebody was going
to make a mess, maybe two somebodies.  She put them down on the nightstand
next to the bed, went back to the foot of the bed, and crawled in.  She
straddled Dad's left leg and my right one, one ass cheek on my knee and one
on Connor's, and looked down at two dicks crawling from limpness across
thighs to stiffness pointing at belly buttons.  Damn, it sure looked like
Dad was telling the truth about his testosterone level.  My dick could
change into a hard-on almost instantly and his was about as quick.

   Then she leaned over and started sucking on my dick.  I couldn't believe
it, right in front of Dad.  She stroked up and down for a little while,
licked up the shaft, and sucked on the head.  I looked at Dad and he was
smiling like he was enjoying seeing what she was doing.  He even put his
arm around my back and over my shoulders.

   Then she shifted over to him and gave him the same treatment for a
while, stroking, licking, sucking, and, when she could, looking at my face.
I looked over at Dad.  He smiled wider and winked at me.

   "Connor, can you reach the baby oil?" she asked.  "You two are going to
have to be satisfied with a hand job this time."

   He reached around to the baby oil, squirted some on his dick, squirted
some on mine, and Mom quickly grabbed one dick in each hand and smeared the
oil all around on my dick and balls.

   "Ryan, I told you this morning how to have good sex, you know, I do
something for you that you like, you do something for me that I like," she
said, looking in my eyes.  "Well, now we've got to talk about the future
and what we want you to do."

   "Let me tell him what we'll do for him first, Sarah," Dad said.

   Mom nodded.

   "Ryan, you're going to college.  We both know it.  In four years, you're
going to be more or less on your own at some good college.  Before then, we
want you to give Sarah, maybe three more babies after this one.  We both
want a big family and, damn it, I can't give her any more babies.  You can.
You know every gene in your body came from either me or her.  If you give
her the babies, every gene in their bodies will be from her and me, with a
little detour by way of you."

   I watched Mom as she did a slow two-handed jack off of the two of us at
the same time.  My dick was exactly like Dad's except a little smaller but
I knew from internet research that mine wasn't through growing.  I didn't
feel any need to be bigger than him, not any taller, not a bigger dick.  I
knew my dick was over six inches and his looked like it was about seven.  I
looked up at Mom's face and she was smiling at me watching her jack us off.

   "Ryan, we could use an anonymous sperm donor but I'd never feel like the
babies were exactly what I wanted.  They've got in vitro fertilization
techniques for a husband whose sperm can't swim to his wife's egg but that
carries a higher risk of birth defects.  Connor and I have talked this over
and over and we both agree that there's only one way we can have exactly
what we want and that's with you.  Will you do it?"

   "Are you sure?" I asked.  "Maybe I could jack off in a cup and they
could squirt that in you."

   "Why should we do that?" Dad asked.  "You've got the perfect squirter.
When you have sex with a woman, every instinct in your body screams out for
you to deposit your semen right on her cervix."

   "Ryan, if you do that, you'll be doing something for me and Connor," Mom
said.  "In return, Connor and I are going to teach you everything we know
about sex.  When you go to college, think about the possibilities."

   She stopped stroking my dick and concentrated on Dad's for a while.  I
watched what she was doing.  She knew how to handle a dick.

   "Ryan, your balls are already producing a river of testosterone and
sperm by the gazillions," Dad said.  "I know mine were at your age.  Here's
what we want to do.  One night every week, the three of us will get
together and play and have some good sex.  Sometimes you can go first and
sometimes I will.  We'll both leave a little sperm deposit on her cervix."

   Mom stopped with Dad's dick and started up with mine again.  This time I
watched her stroking my dick and occasionally looking up at my smiling
face. She stuck her tongue out at me.  I returned the salute.

   "Then every Friday night will be your night," she said.  "If you tell
him to, Connor will sit and watch or look at TV or go for a long walk.  If
you want his help, you tell him that too.  We want you to make up your mind
what we do that night.  I'll warn you though, if it's just me and you, I'll
fuck your balls off."

   "I don't think it works that way," I said, grinning.

   "Well, just think about it," Dad said.  "Twice a week you'll get some
damned good sex.  The rest of the time, she's mine by myself."

   Mom started a fast two-handed jack off on both of us.  It was too damned
fast for me.  I felt the first twinges of coming and I whined but I didn't
say anything.  I just let it happen.  When it hit, I shut my eyes and tried
to fuck up into her hand and emptied out my balls.  The first squirt,
always the strongest one, hit me across the face but I was expecting it to
fly like that and that's why I closed my eyes.  She slowed down in stroking
my dick and then stopped and removed her hand.  I opened my eyes.

   She'd been jacking me with her right hand and Connor with her left.  Now
she moved her right hand over to his dick and she was giving it hell.  He
grunted and shot out a white stream but just up to his chest, not in his
face.  Mom turned loose of his dick and I looked at her face.  She was
grinning at us.

   "Ryan, you're already a fine young man and we're going to trust you to
be even finer," she said.  "We expect you to have an interest in girls your
own age, in fact, we encourage it.  You can start group dating when you're
fifteen and couples dating when you're sixteen.  That's what Connor did. 
All we ask is that you never hide anything from us.  Let us help you and
counsel you so you don't hurt the girls or yourself.  You'll be able to
talk to us about anything and I mean anything."

   "OK.  I suppose I've got to trust you.  Maybe you know what you're
doing. I just want you both to be happy with all those dirty diapers.  Just
don't expect me to change them."

   "I'll bet you'll voluntarily do it," Dad said.  "I did it with you."

   "There's just one more thing.  Will you buy me a car when I'm sixteen?"
I asked, grinning back at him.

   "We'll think about that," Connor said.  "Just don't fuck up and we might
get you one.  Now, it's Sarah's turn.  Let's see if we can give her a good
orgasm."

   With Dad on one side and me on the other, both of us sucking on her
breasts or one sucking and the other kissing her open mouth, her hands on
two heads trying to pull us bald-headed, with two hands playing in her
pussy, alternating in diddling her clit or finger fucking her pussy, she
came this time without pepper sauce.  She was just as loud but I'd heard
her lots of times before when she was just with me.

   <><><>

   Later that afternoon, we took a shower, all three of us in there at
once, and then got dressed and went to the officers' club for dinner.

   We were sitting at a table waiting for our dinner when an older guy,
dressed in civilians like Dad, came over to our table.  Dad stood up and I
guessed he might be Dad's commanding officer.  I stood up too until Dad
introduced me and Mom and then I sat back down.  They talked for a while
and then Dad did it again.

   "Let me show you something," he said, and I knew what he was going to
ask me.  "What's the circumference of this table, Ryan?" I stood up again,
eyeballed the table, and then quickly gave him the answer.

   "About twelve and a half feet," I answered.

   "Come on, precisely," Dad said.

   "12.56636 feet," I said.

   The guy looked at Dad and then at me.  "How do you do that?"

   I looked at Dad.  He was smiling.

   "Well, the formula for circumference is pi times the radius squared.  I
cheated a little," I said.  "I already knew the diameter was exactly four
feet.  That means the radius is two feet.  Two squared is four.  I just
multiplied four times the value of pi at five decimal places.

   "Damn," the guy said.

   "How many decimal places do you know now?" Dad asked.

   "One hundred," I said, honestly.

   "Could you have multiplied the diameter times pi to one hundred decimal
places?" the guy asked.

   "No sir, usually five decimal places is more than adequate.  I don't
clutter up my brain with stuff that's never needed."

   The guy shook his head, slapped Dad on the shoulder, gave me a big grin,
and went back to his table.

   When we got back home, Mom and Dad went in their bedroom and shut the
door.  I went in my bedroom and shut the door.  I could still hear them
when they were doing it.  I jacked off once and then did it another time
before they got quiet.  After that, I went to bed thinking about what I was
supposed to do or maybe ought to do the next day.  Maybe Dad didn't kill me
but it looked like Mom might fuck me to death.  That was OK with me.

   Chapter Three

   Friday morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table in my usual in-house
uniform, having a bowl of cereal and a banana, when I heard them start
again.  I tried to ignore the sounds but it was hard, really hard.  When I
finished eating, I guess they finished about the same time because they got
quiet.  A couple of minutes later, I heard Mom giggling and looked down the
short hall behind me.  They both ran in the bathroom, naked as jaybirds,
Dad's hard-on flopping around, and slammed the door.  I sat there and
waited.  I heard the shower and then I think they started at each other
again.  I think Dad had Mom against the wall like Sonny had that girl
against the door in the Godfather and it really made a bumping noise.

   I got up, went over to the kitchen sink, dropped my drawers, and had a
good piss and then, since my dick insisted, I had a good whack attack.  I
thought about leaving the white stuff, maybe to see if it would foam up
like dishwashing stuff, but then I washed it down the drain.  I'd had
enough.  I got my sneakers, went outdoors, got my skateboard, and went to
the sidewalk behind all the apartments.  They wouldn't let us do it on the
sidewalks next to the road in front of the apartments but it was OK as long
as we were out of sight behind the apartments.  I went from one end of the
sidewalk to the other about ten times and then I went back in the house. 
They were both sitting at the table, eating breakfast, at least half
clothed, smiling at each other like honeymooners

   Dad said he wanted to go swimming, to work the kinks out, yeah, his
words, like he hadn't already unkinked last night and this morning, and
asked me to check the swimming schedules.  I knew the pool schedule by
heart since I used the pool almost every day but I thought I'd better
check. I got on the computer and learned that the indoor pool was reserved
for officers and dependents swimming laps at 10 AM and the big outdoor pool
was open to officers and dependents all morning for playing.

   There are a lot of civilian personnel who work for the base and they
can't use the pool or the commissary or places like that.  We had to have a
little fob that identified us to the doohickey at the entrance and I knew
where mine was and Mom and Dad finally found theirs.  We walked to the pool
next to the park picnic area carrying our towels and bathing suit, wearing
clothes for a change.

   Then we had to take a bath or maybe just rinse off and we had to get
naked to bathe.  Rules said we had to wash off all the perfumes and lotions
and stuff before we got in the water.  Yeah, like guys wear stuff like
that.

   Dad and I went in the men's side, stripped naked, and waited a minute to
get under a shower.  It was crowded with men and boys, mostly boys, yelling
and screaming and grab-assing, and finally we got a shower so we both used
it.  I watched while most of the other guys put on baggies and almost
wished I could too.  A bunch of guys put on Speedos and I could tell they
were on the high school swim team.  They looked like they'd shaved all over
except their heads and the hair there was real short.  They looked funny
without any hair around their dicks or on their balls.

   I knew the swim coach and he had already said he wanted me to try out
for the team next year and I wanted to.  I didn't know how I'd be about
shaving all over, especially around my dick and balls.  I thought maybe I
could get Mom to do it because she knew how to shave her legs and her
pussy. Then I thought about licking Mom's pussy with my pepper sauce tongue
and how she'd gone off like firecracker.  My dick heard me thinking about
that and started to lift up and look around so I hurried up and slid my
Speedo up my legs and over the damn thing.  I couldn't comfortably bend it
down over my balls so I just turned it to point to the right.

   Dad put on his Speedo and grinned at me.  I knew he had seen my dick
trying to get hard.  It was really making a bulge on one side of my Speedo.
We went out of the shower room with the swim team and I watched as all the
females in the pool room checked us out, even Dad and me.  I was almost
embarrassed at what I had in my Speedo but I couldn't bend it down.  Some
girls got a surprised look on their faces when they saw me.  I was proud of
Dad and the way he looked in his Speedo.  His dick was bent down over his
balls and they made a nice package.  My Speedo looked like I had a banana
in it.

   We went to the lap pool and waited for Mom a minute or two.  My dick
finally relented so I pulled my Speedo out in front and tucked in down over
my balls.  When she came out, she had on a bikini that really showed what
she had.  She got some stares from the guys and kids and even the women
except they looked like they thought she was too sexy.  She was probably
the closest to a Playboy model of any of the women there.

   Maybe everybody knew how the lap pool worked.  You got somebody in the
next lane to partner with and then tried to outswim each other.  We got a
lane next to the swim team.  Dad went first, Mom second, and me third. 
Then we got out and returned to the other end to go again.  Dad reported
that he had tied with his partner and that really impressed me.  Mom said
she tied too but she knew her partner was going slow so he could grin at
her.  I think I could have beat my partner but I decided not to.  I knew
him and he was a good guy and I didn't want to make an enemy yet.

   I swam eight laps in all, lost seven and won one, my fifth one.  It was
against a guy on the swim team and we were both a little tired.  Maybe he
was more tired than I was.  Mom dropped out and stood watching me and Dad
and then Dad dropped out and they both stood there, arms around the other's
backs, and watched me.

   We went to the outdoor pools next and I saw lot of guys and girls there
from my school.  Mom and Dad lay down in some chaise lounges and put their
sun glasses on.  After a while, the swim team guys came over too and they
started a game we played lots of times, Battle.  One guy would get another
on his shoulders and then others did until we had a bunch of pairs.  The
object of the game was to pull the guy off the shoulders of somebody else.
I was on the shoulders of a guy I knew and we lasted quite a while but two
swim-team guys were the winners.  When the last guy was still on the
shoulders of his partner, the game was over and we started another.

   This time the girls didn't want to stand around and watch.  They wanted
to get on the guys' shoulders.  A real cute girl I know, Maryse, wanted to
be my partner.  She was in my grade at school and I knew she liked me
because we both spoke a little French and I knew how to pronounce her name.
I ducked under, put my head between her legs, and stood up.  My dick liked
the idea of a girl's pussy being on the back of my neck but it couldn't
stand up and look around in my tight Speedo.  We lasted for a while.  She
kissed me on the cheek when I helped her stand up after she fell off.  I
looked to see if Mom and Dad were watching.  They were.  They both grinned
and waved at me.

   I walked over in a corner where nobody could see what I was doing.  My
dick wouldn't forget about having Maryse's pussy on the back of my neck. 
It wanted to stand up and look around and it was really uncomfortable.  I
pulled my Speedo out in front, pulled my dick up, pointed it to one side,
and told it to be good.  When I turned around, Maryse and one of her girl
grinds were standing there grinning at me.  I felt like a damn fool but she
just threw me an air kiss and walked away.

   We played one more game and I was really surprised when Mom and Dad
wanted to be a team.  A couple of other older guys got their wives or maybe
girl friends to play too.  I dropped out so I could just watch them.  When
there were only two couples left, I thought Dad and Mom were going to be
the winners but Mom got pulled off and they lost.  Dad and I changed back
to regular shorts and shirts and then went outside to wait for Mom.  I saw
Maryse waiting too and I walked over to her.  She smiled at me and I guess
she knew what I wanted.

   "My telephone number is 532-1601, Ryan," she said.

   I smiled back at her, took both her hands in mine, and leaned over
kissed her on both cheeks, not an air kiss like some Europeans do and maybe
not a real kiss but I made sure my lips touched her cheek on both sides.

   "I'll call you but it will be a few days, Maryse," I said.  "My dad has
just returned from a three-month deployment and I want to spend some time
with him."

   "I understand, Ryan," she said.  "But don't forget my number."

   "I won't," I said, smiling at her, still holding her hands.  "I'm an
elephant.  Elephants never forget."

   I turned to walk away and I heard her ask something and I turned back.

   "Ryan, did you have a banana in your Speedo?"

   Oh, damn, I thought.  I didn't know what to say.  Finally I thought of
an answer.

   "I don't know.  It was just something that happened after I had...votre
petite mimi...on the back of my neck."

   She giggled.  I just chuckled.  Guys don't giggle.

   I turned around and saw my parents watching and waiting for me.  I
walked home with them but I felt like running or maybe yelling or something
because there was something inside me and I wanted to let it out.

   As soon as we were home, Mom handed me her cell phone and told me to
call the Tex-Mex restaurant we liked and order three dinner combos to pick
up, no hot salsa, just mild, and to make sure I asked when they would be
ready.  They asked me how soon I could get there and I said about five
minutes.  They said they'd have the dinners ready.

   Mom said she wanted to shampoo her hair so Dad and I had a quick piss
and then let her have the bathroom.  We had to leave the base to go pick up
the food and it was ready and already paid for.  When we got back Mom was
blow-drying her hair.  As soon as she finished we pigged out with Tex-Mex
stuff.  Dad and I had another bottle of beer.  Mom had a glass of milk and
she told me why.

   Afterwards, Dad wanted to take a nap and Mom did too.  I started to go
in my room but Mom held out her hand to me.  Then Dad held out his hand
too. I couldn't believe it.

   "Would you like to take a nap with us, Tiger?" Dad asked.  "I said nap,
that's all."

   I'd never done that or if I had it was when I was a baby.  I took their
hands and we all went in their bedroom.  I thought they would probably
sleep in their shirt and shorts but then they both started taking
everything off.  I watched for a minute and then I got naked too.  Dad lay
down turned on his side.  His dick looked relaxed and soft so I figured
maybe he really meant nap.  Mom got in the bed and moved back against him.
She bent one leg and Dad put his right leg over her left one.  Then he
reached around and put his right hand on her breast.  I didn't know what
they wanted me to do.

   "Just lay down, Ryan," Mom said.  "Then move back against me and let me
hold you." I crawled in bed, flopped down on my left side, and scooted back
against Mom.  When I bent my right leg, she put her right leg over my left
one, and then reached around, found my hand, and held it against my chest.
I felt one of her breasts and Dad's hand against my back and then he moved
his hand, put it on my shoulder, and I felt both her breasts.

   It was nice to be in bed with them, eyes closed, easy breathing, not so
much sexy, just feeling relaxed and comfortable and loved, and maybe a
little buzzed with beer.  My dick was full and swollen like always but not
hard and it and my balls both hung down to one side almost to the bed. 
Maybe I was in the bed with both of them when I was a baby but I couldn't
remember ever doing it since.

   I think I might have gone to sleep if Mom hadn't done it.  I was tired
from swimming, stuffed with Tex-Mex, a little buzzed from the beer I'd had,
and I could have snoozed.  She knew what was going to happen when she did
it.  She dropped her hand down, wrapped it around my dick, squeezed it a
few times, and then stroked it up and down real slow.  Instant hard-on
again.

   "Connor, Ryan has a hard-on," she whispered.  "Is it OK if I help him
with it?"

   "Yean," Dad said, real sleepy-like.  "Maybe you could lend him a hand."

   "OK," Mom said.  "Ryan, would you go in the bathroom and get that bottle
of baby oil and a washcloth?"

   I was out of bed before she finished saying it.  When I came back, Mom
and Dad were laying there facing each other, both propped up on an elbow.
There was an open space between them.  I knew where they wanted me so I
crawled in, handed the baby oil to Mom, the washcloth to Dad, and flopped.

   When my dick settled down, it was at a little angle over my belly like
always.  Mom flipped the lid on the baby oil and squirted a trail down my
dick and all the way down on my balls.  Then she handed the baby oil to
Dad, he turned and set it on the nightstand, and she smeared baby oil all
over my dick and balls.  I looked from one to the other and they were both
watching what her hand was doing She was stroking my dick just slow and
easy with a kind of tight grip and I was afraid I wouldn't last long and I
wanted her to keep doing it.

   Dad reached over and nudged Mom's hand out of the way and then, with his
thumb and a finger, held my dick straight up.  He bent it all around,
looked at it from different angles, and pulled down on my foreskin so tight
I squirmed.  Then he cupped his hand under my balls and lifted them a
couple of times, sort of like he was weighing them.  I watched his face
while he was doing it.

   "How big's your dick now, Tiger?" he asked "And don't tell me you don't
know."

   I knew.  "Just a hair under six inches," I said.

   I almost said `cunt hair' but I changed it.  I didn't want Mom to hear
what we said when a bunch of boys were talking about how long their dicks
were.

   "Damn, I don't think mine was that big at fourteen, Tiger," Dad said. 
"You're going to be a big man in more ways than one."

   I pushed Dad down on his back, reached down and held his dick straight
up with my thumb and one finger.  It was hard now.  I bent it all around,
looked at it from different angles, wrapped my hand around it, stroked it a
time or two, and then pulled back on his foreskin real tight.  I even gave
his big balls a lift or two.

   "How big's your dick now, Connor?" I asked "And don't tell me you don't
know."

   "Oh, about ten inches," he said, and we all knew he was lying.  The grin
on his face told me he didn't mind what I had done.  His dick looked like
it was at least an inch longer than mine.

   He pushed me down on my back, put his fingers on my chin, shook it a
little, kissed me on my cheek, slapped me on my belly, and laughed.

   "Here, Sarah, he's all yours," he said.

   Mom put her hand around my dick again and Dad put his over hers.  They
both stroked it for a while.  Mom's grip wasn't quite so tight now and I
thought I'd last a little longer before I squirted.  After about a minute,
I felt my balls crawl up so they were tight on each side of the shaft of my
dick.  Dad took his hand off.

   "Here, you finish him off," Dad said.  "I think he's about to blow."

   I knew what he meant.  Blow was oil-country talk and it meant to come
like a gusher.

   Mom tightened her grip, stroked a little faster, and within another
minute my dick blew.  I don't know where it all comes from, especially
since I'd jacked off in the kitchen sink just that morning, but I laid down
a trail from my throat down over my chest, and down over my belly.  Mom
milked the last blob out and got it on her thumb and then wiped that on my
stomach.  I hadn't even stopped breathing hard before Dad started wiping
everything up with the washcloth.

   We tried spooning up again and this time I had no trouble in going to
sleep.  I slept for a while and then I woke up with another hard-on, except
I knew this one was a piss-hard and I had to go real bad.  I staggered to
the bathroom, pissed about a beer-bottle full, washed my face and hands,
wiped off my dick and balls, and went back in their bedroom.  Dad was lying
on his back with a big hard-on hovering over his stomach.  Mom had her head
on his shoulder and her hand was cupping his big balls.

   "Would you take mine to the bathroom and empty it, Tiger?" Dad asked,
grinning at me.

   "Mine too," Mom said, grinning just as big.

   "Shit, I don't know how women pee." I said, grinning back at them.

   They both rolled out and went to the bathroom.

   "Damn kid just won't help his old parents," Dad muttered.

   I didn't know what they wanted me to do so I just stood there near their
bed until they came back.  They both crawled in the bed again and left me a
space in the middle.  That told me they wanted me there so I went to the
foot of the bed and crawled in and flopped.

   "Ryan, we need to talk to you about how things are going to be with the
three of us from now on," Dad said.  "When you were a kid growing up, we
kept our sex life private from you.  We're not going to do that anymore."

   "So I'm not a kid anymore?"

   "You're still a kid but you've started to become an adult," Mom said. 
"We're going to trust you to use that big brain of yours, to let us teach
you about sex, and then to use that knowledge responsibly.  We're not going
to hide our sex life from you anymore."

   "She's right, Ryan," Dad said.  "We're not going to close our bedroom
door anymore when we have sex.  We don't want you in there all the time but
occasionally you may come in and watch us.  Once in a while you're going to
play with us."

   "Connor and I have talked about how much to let you be part of our sex
life and we want your input," Mom said.  "Once a week, anytime you want a
blow job or a quick fuck, just come to me and I'll relieve a little
pressure for you.  Connor may be working or he may be home.  If he's home,
I may give him the same treatment.  If I want it, one or maybe both of you
will be expected to help me.  Got that?  Just once a week."

   "What will I do the rest of the time?" I asked.  "You mean I've got to
keep jacking off."

   "Not quite," Dad said.  "Every Friday night is going to be your night.
You will decide what we do.  Maybe I'll go for a walk while you and Sarah
play.  Maybe the three of us will play.  It will be totally up to you
whether I'm there or not and what we do.  It will be your night."

   "I'm going to steal her from you, Connor," I said, and grinned at him.

   "Like hell, you will!  After a while, as her pregnancy progresses, we'll
leave it up to her as to what we do and when we stop," Dad said.  "A month
or so after the baby is born, we'll resume our arrangement.  We'll do that
as many times as necessary for you to give her all the babies she wants."

   "I wish you could do it, Dad," I said.  "Give her babies, I mean.  Are
you sure this is the best way for her to have all the babies she wants?"

   "Ryan, we've thought about all the alternatives for the last couple of
years," Mom said.  "All the babies you give me will have Connor's genes and
mine in them and they'll be our children, not yours.  We're going to buy us
a big house and we're going to fill it up with our loving family."

   I shook my head.  "I hope you two can make this work.  I'll do what I
can to help you."

   We rolled out of the bed and Mom and Dad both hugged me.  Dad even shook
my hand.  Mom kissed me, not on the cheek, on the mouth, with Dad standing
there

   We got dressed, just white socks, exercise shorts, and t-shits, and went
in the kitchen.  Mom asked me to marinate the T-bone steaks she had bought
at the commissary.  I knew the secret formula so I mixed it up, poured it
in a gallon-size plastic food bag, put the steaks in, squeezed the air out,
and sealed the bag.  Mom said she'd put on some potatoes to bake and then
make a salad.

   When I went outdoors with Dad, he asked me to move the car off the
carport and just down the drive way.  I knew we weren't supposed to park it
on the street.  I'd been doing it for the last year so I wasn't scared
anymore.  He pulled the grill out of the little storage room at the back of
the carport.  I got him the bag of charcoal and the lighter and he started
the charcoal burning.  I thought it might be a good time to talk to him but
I wasn't sure how to start or what to say.

   "Dad, what are we going to do tonight?" I asked.

   "It's Friday, Tiger, so it's your night," he answered.  "Anything you
want."

   "I don't know, I mean, you're here now and you're the one who is
supposed to do it with Mom.  Maybe I ought to just watch TV."

   "Ryan, I told you it's your night.  Do you want to make love with Sarah
or not?  I know most boys don't do it with their mothers but you're our
solution to a problem.  Sarah wants to have a big family.  So do I.  I
can't give her any more children.  You can."

   "I don't know.  Maybe I shouldn't have ever done it with her.  That
first time I didn't really know what I was doing.  She had been crying for
you and I wanted to love her so she'd stop.  I guess I just got carried
away and we did it."

   He looked at me and grinned.

   "But you didn't stop; did you, Tiger?" he said.

   "No but the second time she came in my room and we...well, we did some
other stuff and then we did it again."

   "She gave you a blow-job; didn't she?" he said, still grinning.

   "Yeah, did she tell you?"

   "No, but she hinted at it.  Ryan, Sarah and I both love oral sex.  I
love it when she sucks my dick.  She's good at it.  She loves it when I
lick her pussy and finger-fuck her.  Sometimes I do that for an hour or so
and she comes two or three times.  That's a good way to show your love for
somebody else.  Don't ever be ashamed of loving a woman that way."

   "But don't you want to get your dick in her pussy and do it that way?"

   "Yeah, and we've done that in every position known to mankind.  I love
that and so does she."

   "Well, if I do it, do you want to...you know, be with us or maybe just
let me be with her by myself?"

   "Tiger, it's your night.  What do you want?"

   I thought for a minute.  "Would it be OK with her if we both did it?"

   "Sure, relax, Tiger.  This is supposed to be fun.  You've earned it. 
You should enjoy it."

   "You mean I earned it by getting her pregnant?"

   "Well, yeah, but also by being a fine loving son.  When you are in bed
with her, what do you call her?"

   "Sarah.  She asked me to."

   "Maybe you should call her Sarah all the time now.  And call me Connor."

   "OK...Connor."

   "Tiger, whose genes are in your body?"

   "Yours and Mom's, I mean Sarah's, of course."

   "You couldn't give her any gene except what's in your body; could you?"

   "No."

   "So the baby's genetic makeup will all come from Sarah and from me, with
a little detour by way of you, right?"

   "I suppose."

   "Ryan, she's really been unhappy for years because she thought she'd
never have any more children.  She wants a big family and so do I.  We
could have used an anonymous sperm donor but we'd never know ahead of time
what genes the baby would carry.  This way we know.  I told you I approve
of what you and Sarah have done.  After this baby is born, she wants you to
give her another.  I don't know when she'll want to stop but it's up to
her. Maybe she'll want two or three more."

   "Damn, Connor, I don't know what to say."

   "Tiger, you're doing something for us.  Let Sarah do something for you.
I was so horny at fourteen I could have fucked a knot hole in a fucking
fence.  She's going to give you something you need.  We want you to learn
how to be a good lover and how to please women.  When you go to college,
you'll be the sexiest stud on campus and the one with the biggest dick and
you'll know the most about women.  What more could a man want?"

   "A harem," I said, grinning.

   "Yeah, dream on, stud.  Ryan, we've been saving for years to buy us a
bigger house, one in the suburbs, off base, with a yard and all that shit.
That's what Sarah wants.  Don't you want her to have it?"

   "Yeah.  No MP's telling me what to do.  Shit, I'd love it."

   The steaks were great.  Mine was rare and pink and juicy, just the way I
like it.  I usually eat my baked potato with sour cream and salsa so that's
the way I fixed it.  I used mild salsa.  I ate my salad but I could have
done without it.  Dad opened a bottle of red wine and let me have a glass.
It was OK but I think I like beer better.  Mom had another glass of milk.

   Dad and I ate every lean bit of our steaks.  Mom left the really tender
side of her T-bone and said she wanted it for breakfast.  She had bought
four steaks and there was one more sitting there in the platter in its
juices.  I knew what we would have for breakfast the next day: steak and
eggs.

   After we cleaned the kitchen we went for a walk down to the park picnic
area under all the tall pines.  The sun was about to set, we were mainly in
the shade, there was a slight breeze blowing, and it was just nice to walk
and talk.  Mom held my hand on one side and Dad's hand on the other.  When
we started back, I was in the middle and they both held my hands.  We met
some other people and I started to pull away so they wouldn't think I was a
sissy but I didn't.  I really felt relaxed and at peace with both my
parents walking with me.  I loved them and I knew they loved me too.  I
felt like hugging them both and kissing them but I figured that would be
too much.

   When we got back Dad said he wanted to shave.  He hadn't shaved that
morning and he said he didn't want to irritate anybody's tender thighs.  He
was looking at me and grinning when he said it.

   "Come with me, Ryan," he said.  "Let me shave you first.  Then I'll let
you shave me.  You need to learn how to do it right.  Deal?"

   I rubbed my fingers over my chin.  I knew I didn't need a shave.  I
wasn't about to irritate anybody's tender thighs.  I did have a little bit
of a mustache but it was fine blond hair and you could hardly see it.

   We went in the bathroom and stripped.  I didn't think I really needed to
shower again but I had got a little sweaty when we were grilling the steaks
and when we were walking.  As soon as we were out of the shower, Dad sat me
down on the commode, soaped up a washcloth, and made me hold it against my
cheeks and chin.  We sat there for a minute and he talked to me.

   "Ryan, when you're going to make love to a woman, you should always
bathe first.  Clean body, dirty mind.  And always be slow and gentle and
loving with a woman.  They're a lot slower than we are to get aroused.  Do
something to get her hot and make her pussy get juicy.  Don't ever spit on
your dick so it will slide in easier.  That's stupid.  If you have to do
that, she's not ready."

   He held out his hand for the washcloth and I handed it to him.  He
squirted some gel on his fingers and rubbed it on my face.  I held my head
up so he could get to me.  Then he picked up his razor and started shaving
me.

   "I'm going to get Sarah to buy you your own razor," he said.  "You'll
need it sooner than you think.  I'll share the gel but I don't want to
share my razor.  Sarah knows never to shave her legs with it."

   I started to nod but he was still shaving my cheek.  I sat there and
watched his big dick swinging back and forth like a pendulum and his balls
swinging too but not as much.

   It didn't take long for him to shave me.  When he finished he wet
another washcloth in warm water and wiped off the residue of the gel.  I
thought he was through and started to get up but he wasn't.  He put his
hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down.  He pulled his shave lotion,
the non-alcoholic one he liked, the one I wasn't supposed to touch, out of
the cabinet, put some on his hands, and rubbed it on my face.

   "There!  How does that feel?" he asked.

   "Good, fresh and clean.  Smells good too."

   He squatted down in front of me and just looked at my face for a minute,
then down at my dick and balls, back up at my face, smiled at me.

   "Did you know I love you, Ryan?" he asked.  "I've told you before but
I'm proud of you.  My life's been a lot better having you around.  After
your mother, you're the best thing that ever happened to me."

   "I love you too, Connor.  Shit, I mean Dad.  I like to call you Dad."

   "Son, I know what Sarah and I are asking you to do is damned unusual but
we've thought about it for a long time and we both think it's the only way
to have what we want."

   "What if I steal her from you, Connor?" I was smiling when I said it and
he knew I was just joking.

   He reached out and yanked on my dick.  It didn't hurt but I yelped
anyway.

   We swapped places and I shaved him.  I just did to him the same things
he had done to me.  It would have been a lot easier if he hadn't grinned so
much.  I rubbed some lotion on his face and then reached down and yanked on
his dick.  He smiled even more.

   Sarah knocked on the door and told us to hurry up.  Dad said we had to
brush our teeth.  She said to do it in the kitchen.  She said she had to
get ready too and she'd call us when she wanted us.

   Connor and I brushed in the kitchen and then used mouthwash.  When we
finished, we sat down in the kitchen and talked, well, mostly he talked.

   "Ryan, it's not been easy for us to decide to do this with you.  I've
loved Sarah since the first time I saw her.  Maybe there was a lot of lust
in the way I felt but I'm not ashamed of it.  I lusted for her.  She lusted
for me.  We both wanted to join together and have children.  Maybe that's
all lust is, a mysterious need to join our bodies together and create new
life.  Your mother has a strong maternal instinct.  We both wanted more
children.  I just can't give them to her.  You can."

   I couldn't think of anything to say.

   "Tiger, I was a virgin when I married Sarah.  So was she.  In all the
years we've been married, I've never wanted another woman.  Some guys are
unfaithful to their wives when they're away from home.  I never have been.
I just use my right hand and think of her.  I feel at peace with the
decision we've made about you helping us.  You should feel the same way."

   "Well, what are we going to do when she calls us?" I asked.

   "I don't know.  We don't have anything planned but I'll give you some
advice.  Sex can be fun.  It can be play.  You can laugh and giggle and be
silly when you're doing it.  She told me how quick you were the first time
and how you've learned to be slower.  Use your imagination.  Be slow with
her.  Be loving.  Do whatever pleases her.  Just don't worry about it. 
It's your night.  I want you to call the shots."

   Sarah called us.  We both walked down the hallway to the bedroom. 
Connor was behind me with his hands on my shoulders.

   The lights were off in their bedroom.  Burning candles were scattered
around.  The room smelled nice.  I could see that their king-size bed had
been freshly made up with three pillows at the head.  She was sitting on
the foot of the bed naked.  I tried to think of what to do, what shots to
call.

   I took Connor's arm and led him over in front of her.  My dick was
swollen but it wasn't hard yet and neither was his.  I pointed down at
mine.

   "My little soldier won't stand at attention, sir," I said.  "Is there
anything you can do to make him stand up and salute?"

   There was.  She cupped one hand under my testicles and the other under
Connor's.  He put his arm on my shoulders and I put mine around his waist.
She leaned over to me first, saying "Blow Job!" and then started blowing
little puffs of air at my dick.  Then she gave Connor the same treatment.
It worked.  Less than a minute later, she had two dicks in her hands and
both were pointed almost straight up and she had done it without touching
them.

   "There, they're standing at attention," she said.  "I think they should
stand there for a minute while I do an inspection."

   She held my dick between her thumb and one finger, foreskin pulled down
tight, red head shining, bent it all around, and inspected it, just like
Connor had done earlier.  I must have passed inspection.  The last thing
she did was to lean over and kiss it right on its shiny head.  She turned
to Connor and inspected his dick the same way, including the kiss.  When
she finished with him, she said: "Two fine soldiers.  You must be proud,
standing there like that.  I think you both pass inspection."

   Then she wrapped one hand around my dick, the other hand around
Connor's, and started slowly moving her hands up and down on both.  That
was good, slow and easy, just sliding the skin up and down and covering and
uncovering the head of my dick.  His worked just like mine.  She knew how
to do it, just like I like it, up with her hand until the head is covered,
never touching the head with her hand, and then down until the skin is
stretched tight and the head is all red and shiny.  I watched her doing
Connor's and then mine.  We really did look like we had been made from the
same mold, except his was bigger.

   Then she stopped with her hands, leaned over to me, took the head and
part of the shaft in her mouth, and sucked.  She did it again and again.  I
felt like my balls were full of a milkshake and my dick was the straw she
was using to suck it out.  I closed my eyes and had just about given in to
it when she stopped.

   I watched her sucking Connor then.  She just hung onto mine, hand not
moving, while she sucked his dick.  She did his a little differently.  She
sucked a while, took her mouth off, jacked his dick a while, and then
sucked some more.  She did him a while and then returned to me.  "Do me
like you did him?" I whispered.

   She did.  I liked that way better, stroke for a while, suck for a while.
I shut my eyes and felt it building in me and then I remembered I was too
quick and I wanted whatever we did to go on and on.  I pushed her head over
toward Connor's dick and watched her sucking and jacking him for a short
while.  He looked at me, smiling.  I smiled back.

   I knew what I wanted to do next so I did it.  I pushed her down on the
bed so she was flat on her back with her knees bent and feet on the floor.
I went around to the head of the bed and got two pillows.  She looked at me
with a quizzical expression on her face.  Connor stood there with a big
grin on his face.  He probably knew what I was going to do.  I didn't say a
word.  I just dropped one pillow, tucked the other under her head, and
knelt on the one on the floor.

   I pushed her knees apart and leaned back with my butt on my heels.  I
just looked at her beautiful pussy, all pink and hairless, little
wet-looking lips barely poking out and below that, her little pink puckered
asshole.  Damn, it was beautiful, all of it.

   "That's a beautiful pussy; isn't it, Connor?" I whispered.

   He moved behind me, put his hand my shoulders, and leaned over with his
head directly over mine.  I felt his dick, hot and hard, pressed against my
back.  He looked at her pussy for a moment, sort of like he'd never seen it
before.

   "Yep, that's one pretty pussy, Ryan," he said.  "What are you going to
do with it?"

   "I'll show you," I said.  "I've learned a lot in the last month."

   I lifted her legs one at a time and put them down on the bed, knees
bent, feet just at the edge of the mattress.  Next, I pushed her knees
apart and looked to see if I had her where I wanted her.  She was a little
far away.  I reached up and grabbed her by the hips and tugged.  She moved
her butt a little closer to the foot of the bed.  Just right.

   I leaned over, put my hands under her butt cheeks, and licked her pink
puckered asshole, on up over her little pink lips, keeping my tongue stiff
so it bored in and separated her pussy lips, and then pressing down hard
where I knew the little red devil hid.  I heard a loud intake of breath and
knew she liked it so I did it again.  And again.  And again.  I liked the
taste and smell of her pussy.  Damn, my dick felt like it was going to
explode.

   Connor wanted a turn.  He asked politely so I let him have one.  I moved
around behind him, straddled his back, slowly stroked my dick and leaned
over and watched him giving Sarah long lick after lick.  I made sure to
press my dick and balls against his back.

   I felt like I was getting close to coming and I wanted to do something
different from all the other times.  I positioned them the way I wanted and
they grinned and did it: Connor was on his back at the head of the bed,
Sarah was on her knees straddling his legs, ass in the air, bent over with
her head at his crotch.  I knee-walked on the bed until I was behind her
and eased up close until I was in position.

   Sarah took one grinning look at me and bent over and started sucking.  I
slid my dick in her drooling pussy and started fucking.  Maybe I was
shoving it in too hard.

   "Ryan, I can't suck dick with you shoving me so hard," Sarah said.  "Can
you do it real slow and easy without bumping my ass?"

   Could I?  Yeah I could and did.  I didn't worry about what anybody else
was feeling.  I dropped my hands to my sides so the only thing I was
touching her with was my dick.  I just shut my eyes and kept sliding it in
and out as slowly and gently as I could.  I felt it building so I slowed
down even more, just slow ins until my pubic hair touched her ass and then
outs until I saw the red head of my dick barely in her pussy.

   "That's good, Ryan, but don't you want to give Connor a turn before you
cream my pussy?" Sarah asked.  "He's never had sloppy seconds.  Well, I
guess he has but it was his own."

   I didn't want to but I didn't want fucking her to end either.  I pulled
out and swapped places with Connor.  He crawled behind her and started
fucking.  She bent over me and started sucking.  My dick was all sloppy
with pussy juice but she didn't seem to care.  She licked it and then
started sucking.  Damn, that was hot.

   I didn't want sloppy seconds either so I watched Connor's face.  When he
started frowning, I asked him to swap again.  We rotated around and I
started doing it just like before: easy ins and outs without holding her
ass in place.  This time, I knew I couldn't stop it.  When it hit, I pulled
on her hips, pushed my dick in until I couldn't see anything, not even my
pubic hair, and blew out another gusher.  She started wiggling around and
whining and then I felt her pussy start trying to milk more stuff out of
me. That was a good way to end fucking, with both of us coming at the same
time.

   Connor pulled her forward so she was on top of him.  She showed his dick
where to go and he started fucking up into her.  I knelt there between
their legs and watched him shoving his dick up into her pussy.  After a
little, I saw white stuff build up on his dick and on Sarah's pussy lips. I
knew what a cream pie was even though I'd never seen one and he was making
a good one.  After a few more seconds, he shoved her down on his dick so
hard she squealed and I knew he was giving her pussy another serving of
cream.

   We rested and talked for a while after that, me on one side of Sarah and
Connor on the other.  I didn't know whether I should ask for another turn
but just thinking about what we had done gave me another hard-on.  Sarah
let me get on top of her and I guess I let the beast loose.  I started off
slow and gentle but her fingernails in my ass cheeks were too much and I
gradually started shoving my dick into her as hard as I could.  After a
while, I blew another gusher in her drill hole.

   When I lifted my head and looked for Connor, he was gone.  He came back
a second later with warm washcloths and little towels.  I let him decide
whether he wanted to do it some more but he seemed satisfied with one.

   We spooned up together in bed, this time with me spooned up to Sarah and
her spooned up to Connor.  My dick was finally complacent, still swollen
and full, just not stiff.  I liked the feeling of having it nestled between
Sarah's thighs from behind but I would have liked it better if she didn't
have a towel down there.  I gave an easy thrust with my pelvis and my dick
slid between her pussy and the towel.  Everything down there was wet and
juicy.

   "You know what I'd like to do now?  I whispered.

   "What, Tiger?" Connor responded sleepily.

   "Make a sandwich.  I think that would just hit the spot."

   Nobody said anything for a minute.  I wanted to tease Sarah, maybe to
get even with her for laughing so much at me for licking her pussy with a
pepper sauce tongue.  I knew what kind of sandwich two guys could make with
one woman.  I wanted them to think that was what I meant.  Maybe I did.

   "Do you mean you want to make a sandwich, me and you, with Sarah?"
Connor asked.

   "Connor, don't you dare encourage him," Sarah said and then giggled.

   "Yeah, we could all do it together; couldn't we?" I whispered.  "That
would be a good way to end a wonderful day."

   "Ryan, are you talking about a real sandwich, like a BLT, or are you
talking about the kind where you and Conner both have your dicks in me at
the same kind?" Sarah asked.

   "You mean...how could we do that?  One dick in your front door and
another in your back door?  Do...is that something women like?"

   I was about to run out of ways to pretend innocence.  I tried to stretch
it a little farther.

   "Shit!  I was talking about something like a Reuben or maybe a po-boy.
I'm hungry."

   Connor started laughing.  A moment later, Sarah did too.  So I started
laughing too.  We finally settled down.

   "Would you two guys really like to do that with me?" Sarah whispered. 
I've never done it but I would if you both want to do it."

   I didn't know whether she was kidding us or maybe really serious.

   "Yeah, I'd like to," I said.  "Maybe next Friday night we could do it
when we're not so tired.  It's my night so I want the front door.  Connor
can have the back door."

   "Honey, are you serious?" Connor asked.  "I've never fucked you back
there before."

   "Well, there's a first time for everything," Sarah said.  "Maybe I'll
let you make a sandwich with me in the middle.  Maybe that would be
something enjoyable.  Who knows?"

   "Well, I really am hungry," I said.  "I think I'll go make me a fried
egg sandwich with hot pepper sauce.  Do either of you want one?"

   I didn't move and neither did they.  After a little while I went to
sleep.

   EPILOGUE

   I'm eighteen now.  I'll graduate from high school in a couple of weeks,
not the base high school but one in the suburbs.  I already know I'm going
to be in the running for valedictorian.  I'm six feet, three inches tall,
weigh 185 pounds, with blond hair and hazel eyes.  I got lots of genes from
my parents including a combination of Connor's and Sarah's genes for
intelligence.  Everybody says I'm a handsome guy and I got the genes for
that from Sarah.  I got the genes for the big dick from Connor though.

   I was accepted at all the universities to which I applied and I chose
the one I wanted, one about an hour and a half away.  There's a bus which
leaves there late every Friday afternoon for here and goes back on Sunday
night.  Freshmen aren't allowed to have cars and the bus is important
because Sarah says I've got one more job to do at home.  I can be home on
Friday nights early enough to do my job.

   Connor and Sarah and I now live off base in a five bedroom, four-bath
house on a large suburban lot with a big fenced backyard and a pool. 
Connor and Sarah have their own bedroom, there is a guest bedroom, I have
one of my own, my little brothers, Aidan, 4, and Cullum, 1, have one
together, and my little sister, Brianna, 2 ½, has her own.  Sarah says as
soon as she has little D she's through.

   Connor has received a promotion and is now a full colonel.  He's in
charge of the intelligence unit on the base.  He still won't talk about
what that means but I know its work is world-wide.  He will probably keep
that job until he retires.

   Sarah is a stay-at-home mom now.  She has her hands full with three
little kids.  I don't know why she wants another one but that's her
decision.  I'm just willing to do what little I can to help.

   When I see Connor helping Aidan learn to ride a bike or changing
Cullum's diaper and cooing at him, when I see Sarah dressing Brianna up in
cute little outfits or brushing her long red hair, I know I made the right
decision years ago.  I'm glad all my children are really Sarah's and
Connor's.  I'm happy.  Life couldn't be better.

   I almost forgot.  I got an e-mail with a photo from Maryse.  I haven't
heard from her for over three years, since her father was assigned duty in
France.  She's coming back to the States to go to college, the same one I'm
going to be attending.  I kissed a cute little girl au revoir when she
left. Maybe I can kiss a beautiful woman bon jour when she returns.

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