("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
`6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`)
(_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-'
_..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
(((' (((-((('' ((((
K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
_________________________________________
WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit
material. If you do not wish to read this
type of literature, or you are under age,
PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
_________________________________________
Scroll down to view text
--------------------------------------------------------
Copyright (c) 2000 - This story may not be reproduced in
any form for profit without the written permission of
the author. This story may be freely distributed with
this notice attached, as long as no charge is made for
it and it isn't changed in any way. If it is archived or
displayed, it is done so with the understanding that the
author will have unrestricted access to the archive or
posting.
--------------------------------------------------------
Peter, Mom And Me
by Phantom (phantom1@newsguy.com)
***
A man rents a room in their house and soon controls
mother and son, both mentally and sexually, body and
soul. (MM, MF, FF, bi, inc, huml, mc)
***
Author's note: This story is a work fiction. None of the
characters or events herein are based on real people,
either living or dead. It was produced for the
entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions
of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading
stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any
further!
***
I lived in a small mid-west town from my birth until the
age of twenty-three when I went travelling in Europe.
This story happened to me when I was nineteen. My
parents ran a small guesthouse that took in some
permanent guests and travelling salesmen. I say my
parents ran the guesthouse; in fact my mother ran it
whilst my father earned a living as an IT hardware
engineer. This job meant that he was often away for a
few days at a time. I therefore did my best to lend a
hand, tidying and maintaining the place, to help my
mother.
Let me describe my mother and myself. Mom was and still
is a petite, attractive brunette with slightly boyish
looks, enhanced by her liking for bobbed hairstyles. She
is slim and naturally athletic looking being 5' 4" and
with a figure most twenty-year olds would die for. I
myself am 5' 11," sandy haired, slim and fit. Nothing
special to look at but generally okay, you could say.
I considered myself to be heterosexual and by the age of
nineteen, I'd had a good deal of sex with a few
girlfriends, but nothing serious. Generally I am happy
with my own company but by no means a loner. I do
however have a great interest in all things sexual and
have from an early age. I enjoy sex magazines, porn
videos and generally fantasising about sex in all its
forms.
I have never thought of myself as obsessed; I simply
have the high sex drive of a regular young man. I
suppose if there is anything unusual about me it is that
I am a sexual hedonist when it comes to both viewing and
fantasising about sex. For me anything goes; hetero,
gay, lesbian, bi, consensual, non-consensual and even
bestial. The only exceptions I make are that I'm not
into S&M or anything that involves children.
Anyway, back to the story of how the arrival of a new
guest and subsequent events put all my fantasies into
the shade.
One Saturday morning Mom told me that a man had phoned
to arrange accommodation on a semi-permanent basis. He
was coming into town to do some contract work at a local
surveyors office and wanted to stay at least three weeks
and maybe longer depending how his work went. Mom said
that she had told him a room would be ready for him that
afternoon. She then told me his name was Peter and that
she was going to put him in the attic room and asked
that I make sure the room was all in order since it
hadn't had a guest in it for the last six months. I
checked it out after lunch, opened up the windows to let
it air through, fixed a broken bulb and generally gave
it a clean through. Mom then made up the bed with fresh
linen.
Peter arrived around four o'clock after a seven-hour car
journey. He was in his late thirties, very slightly
overweight but was clean and smart in appearance.
However there was something about him, a look in his
eye, the way he carried himself, something different but
I couldn't put my finger on it. He hadn't even unpacked
when he asked if he could bath to freshen up.
I must admit that I thought this was a little strange.
Most guests at least had a look around the house and
yard, grabbed a coffee and chatted a little before
settling in and taking baths, but not Peter; he wanted a
bath straight away. Mum showed him along the corridor to
the bathroom and I followed behind.
I could see that Peter was taking a good look at Mom's
ass which I have to say looked pretty good in a pair of
tight stretch-jeans. Don't get me wrong. I didn't make a
habit of looking at my Mom sexually, it's just there was
no denying, she had a great arse!
Intrigued by the new arrival and knowing he would be in
the bath for at least twenty minutes, I decided to take
a quick look in his room and maybe sneak a peek in his
bag. I didn't make a habit of such things but just
occasionally human nature gets the better of us all and
on occasion I would take a little look at guests
personal belongings. It told more about a person in a
few minutes than hours of polite conversation over
dinner ever did. I always left things straight and never
ever took anything - it wasn't about stealing, just
being nosy.
I unzipped Peter's bag, which was left on the bed. On
top was the usual stuff; a couple of pairs of pants,
three shirts, t-shirts, underwear and toiletries. I
figured I'd find some porn magazines since most of our
male guests seemed to arrive with some late-night
reading material. Sure enough there were a few magazines
that looked pretty interesting.
At the bottom of his bag were two smaller zip bags. One
was obviously a camera bag and when I looked it
contained a compact video camera. The other was more
intriguing; a small wash-bag. I unzipped this and looked
inside. To my utter surprise it contained a strap-on
dildo, about ten inches long. What in earth was Peter
carrying a strap-on dildo in his bags when everything
else about his belongings seemed so ordinary?
I re-zipped the dildo bag and checked the clock. I had
only been in Peter's room for 3 or 4 minutes; time to
take a quick peek at the magazines. The first was a
regular sex magazine, plenty of nice girls, all solo.
The second was better. It featured men and women having
really good hard sex with plenty of penetration and cum
shots. I made a mental note to come back and borrow it
one day when Peter was at work.
The third and final magazine was really different. It
featured an older women, maybe late thirties or early
forties, and a young guy. The text was a story board to
go with the pictures and laid out that the women was the
young guy's mom. This was really good with the young guy
spying on his mother and then getting it on with her in
the kitchen. I had never really fantasised about incest
but this story was really getting me hard. I couldn't
help thinking of my own Mom and what it might be like to
fuck her. I had seen her tits when she was sun bathing
from time to time but never anything else. I started to
rub my dick through my chinos and felt the dampness of
pre-cum in my jockeys. As I rubbed I just knew I wasn't
going to be able to hold out for long.
I checked the clock again - fifteen minutes gone - Peter
would surely be finishing soon and I had to get out of
his room. Sod it just look at a few more pages, I
thought. I was entranced and on the verge of cumming and
I hadn't even got my dick out. I quickly undid my fly,
grabbed my dick out of my shorts and, massaging the pre-
cum into the head jerked myself.
I started to cum instantly and buckets just spewed all
over my hand. I hadn't even prepared by grabbing a
Kleenex. In the back of my mind I knew I had to get out
quick or be caught.
"Found what you're looking for?" I swung round to see
Peter entering the room with a towel round his waist and
carrying his clothes. I had blown it in more ways than
one. I instantly flushed with embarrassment. What the
fuck could I say, caught with a fist full of cum in a
guest's room and his personal property spread all over
the bed. I blurted out "Oh god, sorry... I couldn't help
it... I-I.." or some such crap.
Peter remained unnervingly calm. "Do you always treat
your guest's belongings like this?" he said.
"No, never... I just took a peek, and..."
Peter cut me off and told me to stop mumbling. "You know
I am going to have to tell your mother, and then find
alternative accommodation, don't you," he said.
"No, for god sake don't tell my Mom, It won't ever
happen again, I promise, please don't tell Mom," I
pleaded. I was still stood with dick in hand and cum
dripping onto the floor - utter humiliation.
Peter's mood then changed. He suddenly changed from cool
to severe. "If you don't want me to tell your Mom then
you're going have to make amends and that means doing
whatever I say during my stay here. Do you understand?"
he demanded. "Sure," I said, "I'll do chores for you, go
shopping to the mall, whatever you want."
"What I want is not fucking chores doing you little
wanker, what I want is much more personal than that, are
you still on for the deal or do I tell your Mom?" he
said. "I'm on for the deal," I replied. I knew Peter
would only be with us for a few weeks and figured
anything he might want would be better than my Mom
finding out what I had been up to in Peter's room.
I went to cover myself and tuck my dick back into by
pants. "You can start right now" said Peter. "Leave your
dick out and drop your pants and shorts to the floor,
Now!" he instructed. What the fuck! I couldn't believe
he wanted me to drop my pants and said, "oh come on,
I'll do other things, chores errands, you know."
"Not good enough, you agreed to the deal, now drop your
pant or get out and suffer the consequences," he said.
I knew I was lost. I fumbled at my belt and slowly undid
it and my pants. They dropped to the floor. "And the
shorts," he said. I slowly pulled my shorts down to my
ankles and then stood up covering my dick with both
hands. I could feel it was beginning to get semi-hard
again and didn't want Peter to see that my situation was
getting me excited. I could see Peter's dick had started
to tent under his towel and realised the situation was
getting him hot to.
Peter closed the door and removed his towel. His dick
sprung up straight. It was a good 8" long and un-cut.
Peter wrapped his fist around it and gently pulled his
skin back and forth. "If you like to wank in guest's
rooms then you can go it again now," he said.
"I can't," I said, "I've only just cum."
"Then you'd better work hard to cum again for me, or the
deals off," he replied. I placed my hand around my dick
and started to wank slowly. My dick was getting hard but
the situation was making me nervous and I didn't think I
would be able to cum.
Peter obviously realised this and started to talk to me
about the magazine he had caught me with. He asked me if
I liked the incest story and whether it made me think of
my own mother. Whether I had ever seen her nude and if I
ever wanked when thinking about her. I said no, but just
Peter saying such things had made me start to think of
my Mom as I jerked myself off in front of another man
and one that I had only met an hour before.
"Come on, you little slut fuck, wank harder, harder,
milk yourself for me, I want to see you spray your cum
again," Peter said as he continued to wank himself
faster. I could feel my own orgasm coming and was no
longer trying to cover myself in anyway.
I stood proudly in front of him, a total stranger,
wanking for all I was worth and thinking of fucking my
own mother. Peter obviously realised the effect the
magazine had had on me and what I was thinking about.
"So you want to fuck your own Mother just like the story
do you? You want her to suck you and fuck you and take
your cum do you," he said.
"Yes, oh yes, I know it's perverted, but yes, I think
about it all the time," I said as I started to feel my
cum rising. "Oh god I want to fuck my mother and spray
her with cum!" I shouted as my cum started to spray,
burst after burst across the floor. As I subsided Peter
approached me and told me to kneel down.
My god he didn't want me to suck him did he? No, Peter
just stood in front of my face and continued to wank.
Coolly and calmly he started cum and directed each spurt
into my face and hair and across my chest. I realised
afterwards that this was designed to add to my
humiliation and his dominance of me.
As I stood up, Peter looked at me and said, "Don't
worry, you will get to fuck your Mother before I leave,
but it will be on my terms and in front of me," he said.
"I can't, I can't fuck my Mom ever," I said.
"Oh believe me, you can and you will when I say so and
you won't have to wait too long, now get out of my room,
I'll shout for you when I want you again," he said.
With that I gathered my clothes and ran quickly down the
single flight of stairs to my own room, to get cleaned
up and reflect on what had just happened. Did he mean it
about Mom?
***
When Peter arrived home from his work, it was about 4pm.
My Mom was in the yard tidying up and I was in the
lounge reading. As soon as I heard Peter walk into the
hallway, I felt a stirring in my loins. I wondered if he
would be requiring me to do anything for him today. In
some ways I hoped not, I hoped that yesterday's events
would never be mentioned again. Another part of me
however wanted him to take things further.
Peter opened the lounge door and immediately stopped me
wondering. "I'm going to my room to freshen-up, be there
in five minutes and don't keep me waiting," he said
abruptly. With that he walked out of the room and
directly upstairs. I waited a couple of minutes, with
butterflies in my stomach and a sense of great
excitement. I checked out of the window to ensure Mom
was still in the yard and then proceeded up to the top
floor of the house where Peter's room was. I knocked the
door and waited.
"Come in!" shouted Peter.
I slowly entered the room and firmly shut the door
behind me. "Do you want it locked?" I asked.
"That's up to you," said Peter, "Do you want others to
see us yet?" he added.
The `yet' got me worried again. Peter obviously planned
at some time that what was currently our secret was
going to be made known to others. Did he still have my
Mom in mind? I decided to lock the door and having done
so asked Peter what he wanted.
"Oh, nothing special today," he said, "just a little
show from you and then we will talk about your Mother."
Peter sat in the single chair in the corner of his room,
lit a cigarette and then told me to undress. I asked him
what he wanted me to take off and he said that it was to
be everything today. I removed my shirt and shoes and
then unbuckled my belt and removed my pants. Having done
so I stood quietly, hoping he would not demand I remove
all my clothes, although he had already said everything
should come off.
"The shorts as well," he said. I pulled my shorts to the
floor and removed them. My dick was fully erect already
and straining with every pumping of my heart.
"I see you like our little deal," said Peter. He then
stood up removed his own pants and shorts and sat back
down in his chair. I could see his dick also fully erect
and glistening; he was almost ready to cum for god's
sake. Peter instructed that this time I lay on the floor
to masturbate. I duly laid down a few feet from his
chair and started to wank. Slowly at first and then
gently speeding up. Peter also started to rub his own
cock.
"Lift your knees and put a finger in your arse," Peter
instructed. I was truly submissive to this man and
enjoying every moment of it. I raised my knees to my
stomach and inserted my index finger into my arse. "No
finger fuck yourself while you wank," he said. Peter
himself just continued to wank himself slowly and with
great control. As I was becoming frantic with the lust
of the situation he seemed to remain so cool and
collected.
"What are you thinking of?" he said, "Are you thinking
of your Mother again?" That's exactly what I was think
of, my own dear, gorgeous, petite, sexy, Mom. I was
imagining fucking her hard and fast. I was imagining her
screams of lust as she begged me to push harder whilst
at the same time exclaiming how wrong it was that her
son should be fucking her. I told Peter exactly what I
was thinking as I pumped harder and faster.
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I shouted, as I pumped a
huge load of semen into the air and down onto myself.
The first spurts hit my face and hair. The rest rained
down onto my stomach and chest. I was covered. I started
to raise myself from the floor but Peter instructed that
I should remain on the floor. Same as yesterday he
approached me and continued his own masturbation. He
continued to pump his straining dick and then came in
half a dozen long spurts. This time he directed it all
at my crotch. My dick and balls were drenched in his
spunk whilst the rest of me dribbled with my own. Once
again Peter had made no attempt to touch me.
"Now stand up and put your clothes back on," he said.
"Can I clean up first?" I asked.
"No, put your clothes straight on," Peter instructed.
I put my shorts, pants and shirt back on over the top of
my spunk drenched body. It was slimy and sticky as I
stood in front of Peter with the mess coming through in
wet patches.
Peter remained naked from the waist down and sat back
down in his chair.
"Now we need to talk about your Mother," he said. "I
want to see you fuck her and I know from your lust-full
ranting that you want the same."
I made no attempt to pretend otherwise, but said,
"There's no way I could ever make the move on Mom, what
he she didn't want it, the whole thing could be a
disastrous mistake."
"Don't worry," said Peter, here's what you do. "Does
your Mother ever tidy your room?" he asked.
"Yeah, everyday as she does the rest of the house," I
said.
"Does see know you read porn?"
"I'm sure she does but as long as I don't leave
magazines and videos lying around she says nothing about
it," I responded as my own spunk dribbled down my face.
"Right," he said "take the incest magazine I found you
wanking over yesterday and make sure you leave it
somewhere in your room that she will find it. You have
to make sure however that you `strike while the irons
hot'. I am taking tomorrow off work so leave the
magazine for her tomorrow morning and let me know as
soon as she finds it."
He then said that he wouldn't `require' me anymore
today,. I returned to my room with the magazine which I
spent the evening ready over and over whilst fantasizing
about what was to come and masturbating at least three
more times before I went to bed.
***
The next morning I thought about what Peter had
instructed me to do with the incest magazine. Should I
leave it for my Mom to find? What would be the
consequences if she genuinely didn't approve of such
material. I loved my Mom and didn't want to upset our
relationship just to do what Peter instructed. However
the possibility that I might get to fuck my Mom was too
great an attraction. I decided that I would do as
instructed.
Once I was up I carefully left the magazine under my
pillow with just a corner exposed. I knew my Mom would
find it but the thought of her reaction made me so
nervous as to nearly be sick.
Mom usually tidied the house around 10am and did my room
last at about 11.00. Just before 11.00, I climbed the
last flight of stairs onto the top floor from where I
could look down on my bedroom door through the stair
rails. From here I could also go to Peters room
unnoticed.
At just gone 11.00 Mom made her way up the 1st floor
stairs and into my room. Once she was inside, I quietly
made my way down the small flight of stairs from the 2nd
floor and peeked through the door jar into my room. Mom
was generally tidying around and then vacuumed the rug.
My heart was beating so fast. She then approached my bed
and started to straighten the covers. As she did so I
saw her catch site of the magazine and take it out from
under my pillow. At first she just put it on the bed.
Did she think it was just another porn magazine? Would
she simply slide it under by bed where she must have
known I kept my other magazines? I couldn't believe the
tension I felt.
Having finished the bed linen Mom picked up the
magazine. This was it, the moment of truth. Mom sat down
on the bed and opened the magazine. Oh my god! I
thought, my heart raced.
Mom suddenly closed the magazine. She had obviously
quickly gathered from the text what it depicted - a
young man fucking his mother. Was she too shocked? She
looked over her shoulder to satisfy herself that she was
alone. Just as I thought all was lost, Mom picked the
magazine back up and started to read.
I quickly retreated upstairs to Peter's room and knocked
quietly on the door. Peter answered the door and I
immediately told him that Mom had taken the bait and was
reading the magazine as we spoke.
"Excellent," he said and led us both quietly back down
the stairs to spy on my mother.
When we approach my bedroom door we could see that Mom
was intently reading the incest magazine. As we watched
she raised her hand to her blouse and gently unbuttoned
it down to her waist. With her left hand she started to
caress her nipples through the material of her bra. As
she read on she was clearly becoming more and more
turned on. Peter nudged me and smiled. We continued to
watch as Mom removed her blouse completely and unclipped
her bra. She let it fall from her small breasts and
place it on the bed. Both her hands were now caressing
and pinching her nipples and she lay out stretched on my
bed and moaned gently.
As Peter and I both became excited by the vision before
us, we both got our dicks out and started to masturbate.
I could barely keep myself form spurting then and there
on the landing.
Mom then stood up and unzipped her jeans. She pushed
them to the floor and stepped out of them. She lay back
down on my bed and continued to read the magazine whilst
her left hand went inside her knickers and started to
rub her mound. She then turned on her back and, raising
her knees, proceeded to slide her knickers off with her
moist cunt in full view of Peter and myself. She then
pushed two fingers into her cunt and started to frig
herself as she turned the pages before her.
I started to feel my cum rising. Peter realised and
grabbed my arm. He whispered to me that now was the
time. He prompted me to go into my room where my own
mother was now frantically frigging herself to orgasm on
my bed. My lust was at boiling point watching Mom's show
as I stuffed my rock hard dick back into my pants and
walked boldly in on my Mom.
"My God!" my Mom screamed as she realised, that like
myself two days before, she had been caught masturbating
in someone else's room with no time to hide the fact of
what she had been doing. She grabbed the bed linen
around her and started to say over and over again how
sorry she was and how she hadn't meant to be doing what
she was doing. "Oh god, Oh god," she kept repeating.
I immediately sat down on the bed next to Mom and
apologised for leaving my porn lying around. "No, no,"
she said, "it was my fault for looking at your private
stuff. I just couldn't help myself, it was so sexy," she
said.
"You found that magazine sexy Mom?" I asked. "You liked
the boy fucking his own mother did you?"
"Oh god, yes," she said, "I couldn't believe it, the
thought of something so naughty, so risky just got me so
hot so quickly, I couldn't help myself - I'm so sorry."
I grabbed the bed lien and started to pull it from my
mother. "It needn't be just fantasy Mom," I said as I
slowly exposed her hot, naked body. Her pussy was still
wet from her frigging and her tiny nipples were fully
erect. She was still totally on heat. I dragged the bed
line entirely off her and then leaving her fully exposed
I stood and removed my clothes. She said nothing as I
got naked and stood before her with my dick as ranging
hard as it had ever been in my life. Pre-cum was pouring
from its head.
"We can't do this," she said, "It's so wrong, you're my
son!"
As she made this vain objection she parted her legs and
exposed her pussy to me. It was literally dripping.
Forgetting all about Peter I walked to the head of the
bed and grabbed the back of Moms head. I thrust me dick
towards her mouth and forced her lips open with my cock-
head. She obliged and took my full length into her mouth
and started to frantically suck. I was so turned on I
came almost instantly gushing my full load into her
mouth so quickly that it dribbled from the sides of her
mouth and dribbled onto her breasts. Her mouth was so
full she was nearly gagging. As I withdrew spunk poured
from her mouth onto her stomach and down onto her pussy.
I then positioned myself between my Mom's legs and
started to suck at her cunt. My tongue went deep into
her body and she screamed at me not to stop. She was
possessed with lust. As I got instantly hard again I
position my dick head on my Mom's pussy lips and started
to enter her petite writhing body. I pushed hard into
her and started to fuck her. She bucked her hips toward
me to meet every thrust and clung onto my back with
clenched fingers.
It was so quick, so frantic and so dirty. My own mother
was reaching orgasm as I emptied my second load of spunk
deep inside her body.
Just at the moment of mutual orgasm Peter entered the
room and my Mom screamed.
"What the fuck are you doing here!?"
Peter looked at me and said, "I told you your horning
bitch Mother would love to be fucked by her son."
My mother looked at me and swore, "You knew he was
watching, you set this all up you bastard."
"I m so sorry Mom," I said, "but I just couldn't resist
you. You are so sexy and I had to have you whatever the
cost. I needed to fuck you and I think you enjoyed every
minute of it."
Before Mom could say anything else Peter said, "Stop
worrying, no one will ever know about our secret."
"Our secret!" shouted Mom. "What the fuck were you doing
watching?"
Peter's tone changed; "Shut the fuck up women, you
fucked your son and I watched the whole thing. So now
you belong to me as much as he does. If you don't like
that then just say the word and I'll happily tell all to
your husband. Otherwise get your precious son to explain
the deal to you and I'll see you both tomorrow." With
that he turned and left the room.
***
My Mom and me both sat naked on my bed covered in the
sweat of our first fuck together and in utter silence.
Peter had made it clear to my Mom that he now considered
her part of `the deal' and then simply walked out having
watched our entire fuck session. I didn't know where to
begin and Mom seemed so shocked by what had just
happened, between her and me and with Peter, that she
simple sat there.
I knew I had to say something. I wanted her to know that
I hadn't set her up just to save myself from Peter
`spilling the beans' about catching me wanking. I had
set her up, yes; but it was because I wanted her so bad,
I thought she was the most gorgeous, sexiest women on
the planet and the fact that she was my own Mother just
added to the lust I felt for her. Sure Peter had driven
the situation but I was a willing partner.
I started to talk and told her that I loved her and that
I didn't mean to do anything to hurt her. I just wanted
her so bad and Peter had given me the opportunity.
Mom interrupted me, "So what's this deal you have going
with Peter, have you done some sort of trade with me?"
she said.
"No, no," I said, "I wouldn't trade you like some $10
crack whore. It's just Peter saw an opportunity to make
it happen."
"What opportunity?" she asked, "Why and how the hell is
Peter involved in this?"
I knew that I had no choice but to come clean about
Peter and me. I told my Mom that Peter had caught me in
his room going through his stuff and had kinda
blackmailed me into subsequent events.
Mom said, "If all that happened was Peter catching you
going through is bag then why didn't you tell me, sure
it's a bad thing to do to a guest, to go through their
personal belongings, but I wouldn't have been too mad. I
have to admit that on occasion I have done it myself."
Mom clearly knew there was more to it than just my
snooping. I decided to tell her everything, from start
to finish. For god sake we had just fucked each other,
surely she wasn't going to be too concerned that I had
been caught wanking over Peter's porn magazines.
I started to recount the events that had led up to us
fucking. Mom made me go into every detail, how I had re-
acted, how I had frigged m self on command, how I had
twice left Peter's room dripping in spunk, and finally
how this had led to Peter and I setting Mom up to find
the incest magazine and my fucking her.
Mom was obviously getting turned on again as I re-
countered the story. She asked me what it had been like
to masturbate in front of a stranger, what it felt like
to have Peter cum all over me and to describe in detail
my thoughts of fucking her as I had performed for Peter.
As I did so right Mom's hand started gently massaging
her clit whilst her left hand caressed her breasts and
nipples.
"Oh god, it's just all so sexy," she said, "Just the
thought of what's been going on under my nose."
I was getting hard again as I recounted my story. Mom
grabbed by cock and pulled up and down on the shaft.
"Fuck me son, fuck me again, please," she begged. I lend
across and inserted my index finger into her cunt and
began to finger fuck her.
"How do you want me?" she said.
I held her small hips and turned her on her stomach.
"Over the side of the bed, doggy," I responded.
Mom gently slid of the bed and onto her knees with her
shoulders and arms stretched over the bed. I massaged
the moisture left from our last fuck over the head of my
cock and knelt behind her. Her cunt was moist and
dripping my first load down her inner thigh. Her arse
hole was beautifully exposed to me. I placed my thumb
against her arsehole and my dick on her pussy lips. Then
I inserted my thumb into her beautiful arse and my cock
into her pussy at the same time.
Mom bucked at this double penetration, then relaxed and
let me enter her slowly and softly. Once my dick was
fully in her she told me to fuck her hard and fast.
"Hard, fast and dirty is how I always want our sex to
be," she said as I started to pump her frantically.
"What we've now got together is never going to stop, not
even when Peter is a distant memory. I love you fucking
me and I want it to continue. Who knows what adventures
we may have in the future together and maybe from time
to time with our paying guests."
I couldn't believe my luck. Not only did Mom want me
now, in the heat of the moment, she wanted to make it a
regular thing. I hadn't even considered getting other
guests involved in the future but Mom's mind was already
thinking ahead.
I pumped as hard and as fast as I could into my Mom with
both my dick and thumb. With my other hand I massaged
her little tits. She bucked and swore as she reached
orgasm after orgasm. Once again I didn't last long but
that was the way Mom seemed to like it. I shouted that I
was cumming.
"Not inside me!" Mom shouted, "I want you to spray my
back and arse with your spunk. Cover me with your
juices."
I pulled out and wanked the last few strokes to a
fantastic orgasm. I couldn't believe how much spunk I
was producing. Spurt after spurt covered my Moms back
and arse and dripped down between her thighs.
Mom rolled over and sat on the floor. "We must do
whatever Peter wants of us during his stay with us," she
panted, "We can't afford to have him talk to your father
and spoil everything," she insisted.
As Mom started to get up and gather her clothes I
couldn't resist taking a leaf from Peter's book. "Don't
get dressed or cleaned up," I said, "I want you to walk
out of here and down the corridor to your room just as
you are, naked and dripping in spunk."
"I can't do that son," she said, "What if any of our
other guests were to see me?"
"That's the whole point," I said, "The risk of it all,
and anyway we only have two other guest at the moment so
the chances of being seen are only small. Now go for it
Mom and don't run, I want you to walk slowly down the
corridor, dripping my cum all the way to your room."
Mom did just as instructed and we both then waited in
anticipation of Peter's next instructions. Hopefully we
would not have to wait too long.
***
The next morning I went down to breakfast to find Mom in
the kitchen making coffee. I immediately asked her if
she had seen Peter and whether he had said anything. She
said that the only person she had seen that morning was
Susan Gray and that she was outside sitting in the early
morning sun having some coffee. Susan was in her late
twenties and was staying with us for a couple of weeks
whilst attending a nursing seminar at a local hospital
complex.
I kissed Mom quickly and whispered that I hadn't been
able to stop thinking about the events of yesterday.
At that moment Peter entered the room. He sat down at
the kitchen table and Mom and I politely said "Good
Morning." We were both a little embarrassed because we
didn't know how Peter was going to treat us or whether
we should mention the situation. My Mom passed Peter a
mug of coffee and then wandered back over to the sink,
which had a window in front looking out over the yard.
Then Peter spoke, "Has your son explained the `deal'?,
he enquired of my mother.
Mom sheepishly turned round to face both Peter and I,
she glanced at me for approval and then said that I had
indeed explained the deal and that under the
circumstances she was prepared to go along with it under
the condition that Peter said nothing to my Father.
"A very wise move," Peter said, "I'm sure neither you,
nor your son will regret it and as an honourable man you
have my word that your husband will not get to hear of
our agreement." He went onto say, "I suggest we start
right now!"
"What do you mean right now?, said Mom, "its breakfast
time and I still have to tidy round, and Susan Gray is
still here, and..." Peter raised his hand to stop her.
"The deal is, as I am sure your son told you, that you
do what I want when I want. I don't tolerate excuses or
objections. Now I shall ask you once again:-Do you
understand and accept the deal?"
Mom responded sheepishly that she did and that she would
not argue with Peter's instructions again.
"Right," said Peter, "then as I said, we shall start
right now."
He turned to me and told me to fuck my Mother then and
there.
"What on the kitchen floor?" I asked.
"No," he said, "Standing at the kitchen sink. You will
fuck her from behind, bent over the sink."
"What if Susan comes back into the kitchen?" I said.
"That's your risk," Peter said, "Not mine. Now proceed
as your are instructed."
I walked the few paces to my mother who looked into my
eyes and then submissively turned to face out of the
kitchen window. I held her shoulders and could feel her
trembling with a mixture of excitement and fear,
presumably of being seen by Susan. I checked through the
window and Susan seemed quite settled in the yard. I
figured we had plenty of time and my cock was already
straining to be set free from my pants.
"Lift your Mother's skirt up around her waist and pull
her knickers down to her knees," Peter instructed, "Do
not remove them!" he added.
I did as instructed. My Mom stood quite still as I
exposed her small arse and thighs to Peter's gaze. I
gently pushed her forward over the sink, unzipped my fly
and pulled out by cock.
I looked over to Peter for his approval to proceed. He
nodded slightly and I turned back to Mom and slowly
pushed my cock head into her pussy. Her knees bent as I
entered her but I grabbed her hips and lifted her back
up. I then proceed to fuck her slowly and firmly. Mom
was really too petite to be fucked over the sink, with
each thrust her feet nearly lifted from the floor. This
however made my penetration deeper and deeper. It was so
good.
Mom started to ride my dick, pushing herself back onto
me as I thrust into her. She moaned, "Fuck me, fuck
me..." over and over as my pumping increased in speed. I
could feel my spunk started to build in my balls.
Peter could see that I was building to orgasm and
suddenly said "Stop!"
"Take your dick out, I have a new game for you today."
I pulled my cock out as instructed.
Mom begged, "Please, not yet, don't stop yet, please..."
"Oh, he hasn't finished, don't worry," said Peter.
"Spread your arse cheeks," he instructed mom, "I want to
see your arsehole, spread them wide.."
Mom put her hands behind her and grabbed her pert
cheeks, spreading her arse as wide as she could. She was
once again possessed by the situation.
"Now you will fuck your dear little mom's arse," Peter
said.
Mom immediately objected that she was too small to take
my dick up her arse. "It will never fit, it will hurt,
please not my arse, don't fuck my arse..."
I gently pushed her forward again. I knew from her
reaction that Mom had liked my thumbing her arse during
our fuck session the previous day. I would take it easy
and gently but she would take my cock, whether or not
she thought she could. There was a tub of butter on the
kitchen dresser. I reached over and grabbed a handful
between my fingers and proceeded to lubricate my dick.
"Don't worry Mom," I said. "I'll be gentle, just relax
and enjoy it."
"What if Susan comes in?" Mom said, "What if she were to
see us, what..."
"Stop worrying, let's just do it, it's so sexy," I said.
I proceeded to place my cock against Mom's arse and
started to push gently. She was so tight and tense but
against the sink she had nowhere to go. Suddenly my cock
sunk in to her arse. She yelped like a little puppy and
asked me to go real easy. I gently and slowly pushed
further in until my cock was embedded up to the hilt in
my Moms little arse. Then I started to pump slowly back
and forth. Mom was in ecstasy. She was writhing and
moaning, "oh god, oh god, yes, fuck my arse, fuck my
little arse, god I love it..."
Mom orgasmed within a couple of minutes. Her pussy was
dripping with her juices, so much that it was running
down her legs and leaving wet patches on the kitchen
floor. I started to get near to my own orgasm and
shouted out that I was cumming. Once again Peter stopped
me.
"Stop, take it out again," he instructed.
"I can't, I can't!" I said, "I'm going to cum."
"Take it out now!" Peter shouted, "You'll do exactly as
I say or the deals off and I 'spill the beans'."
I reluctantly pulled out again. I was ready to burst, my
dick throbbing with excitement.
"Now," Peter said calmly, "you will cum in your mothers
knickers. Pull them open and jack off into them."
Mom's knickers were around the tops of her knees as
Peter had instructed. I held the top of the knickers and
pulled them open to expose the gusset. I then proceed to
jack myself. It took no more than three pumps before I
started to empty my balls. A huge amount of cum shot and
spurted in the open gusset of the knickers. So much so
that it started to stain through and leek out of the
sides. I pumped every last drop I had into them. I then
collapsed back into a chair, exhausted and totally
spent.
Mom was still moaning from her orgasm. Peter then got up
and walked over behind Mom. She raised her head but look
so exhausted herself that she didn't seem to care what
Peter was going to do. Peter, as usual, had no intention
of actually touching Mom. He took his cock out of his
pants and also jacked himself into Mom's knickers. By
the time he had finished her knickers was overflowing
with two huge loads of spunk. Peter then did himself
backup and sat down again.
"Right, now pull up your knickers," he instructed.
"I can't," she replied, "there full of mess, it will get
everywhere."
I knew Peter would not take no for an answer and so did
Mom. She looked at him and totally humiliated slowly
pulled her knickers back up. Our spunk dribbled out the
gusset and down her thighs. As she got them up you could
see the stains appear as the cum spread around her pussy
lips and arse.
I suddenly noticed that Susan had got up out of her
chair, picked up her mug and was walking towards the
kitchen door. Mom quickly pulled her skirt back into
place and made for the hallway.
"Where are you going?" Peter asked.
"To get cleaned up and changed before Susan sees me,"
Mom replied. "No you're not. You will go about your
business in the kitchen and offer Susan another coffee,"
Peter said.
At that moment Susan entered the room. Mom asked her if
she would like another coffee. Susan said she would and
sat down at the kitchen table. Mom started to get her
coffee whilst Peter and I watched in silence. We could
both see the cum running down her legs and onto the
floor. Would Susan see it? Would she ever guess what it
was?
At one point so much was running down Mom's leg that she
had to wipe it with her fingers. She then picked up
Susan's coffee and passed it to her at the table. Susan
then obviously noticed Mom's legs and was clearly
confused as to what the sticky mess on them was. At that
very moment she must have got a whiff of spunk and sex
from Mom's hand has she took the coffee cup from her. I
was watching Susan intently. I noticed the sudden
realisation in her mind of what it was on Mom's hand and
legs. She said nothing, merely thanks for the coffee.
She then said that she would have to rush or be late for
work, and then got up and left the kitchen.
"That was so embarrassing," said Mom, "She saw the mess,
she knew what it was.."
"So what," said Peter. "She didn't seem upset, or
shocked. I bet she's in her room right now, imagining
how you got cum everywhere and assuming it must have
been mine. She would never even consider it was your own
son's as well. Now you go and get cleaned up."
Mom then left the room.
Peter got up and walked to the door. As he left he
turned to me and said "How would you like to see Susan
fuck your Mom with a strap-on?"
"You're kidding," I said.
"Then you'll just have to wait and see," he said and
walked out of the room.
***
Two days later Mom and I were sat in the kitchen in the
evening, drinking some wine. Peter was upstairs and our
other two house guests, Susan and John Jackson, a
travelling salesman, were out. Susan at a bar with some
of her nursing colleagues and Mr. Jackson probably at
some nearby strip joint. Mom and I had always thought
him a little seedy but he stayed regularly, kept himself
to himself, his room tidy and paid on time, so we
figured whatever he did in his spare time was his
concern.
Mom and I were quietly talking about the events of the
last few days and, I guess, trying to make sure that
each of us was happy with the way things were going. Mom
said that she was concerned at how easily she found it
to submit herself to Peters will, but at the same time
loved being dominated by him during our mutual sex
sessions. She said the fact that I was involved made her
feel safe and that she liked the way Peter had never
actually touched either of us.
"But Mom," I said, "What if Peter were to involve anyone
else?, Would that spoil things?" I had in mind Peter's
comments that he was going to get Susan involved in our
little games and wanted to be sure how Mom felt about
such things, without being specific.
"Oh, I don't know about that, let's just see how it goes
shall we?" she said.
A few moments latter Peter came into the kitchen sat
down and politely asked if he could have some wine with
us. Outside of our sexual encounters, Peter was always
the perfect gentleman. You would never believe that he
could suddenly become so dominant and do such things to
us as he had done.
Mom poured him a glass and made general conversation. I
could see that Peter was waiting for a moment to take
things further with us and seemed to be getting Mom in a
relaxed mood first. An hour and two bottle of wine
latter, Peter bought up the topic of our kitchen session
two mornings previously. He asked Mom he she liked my
fucking her arse and both he and I filling her knickers
with two huge loads of spunk. Mom replied that it had
been fantastic and especially exciting with Susan only a
few feet away, sat in the yard. Mom mentioning Susan
pushed Peter on.
"And what about handing Susan her coffee with fresh cum
on your hand and dripping down your legs?, he asked,
"You knew she realised what it was, didn't you?"
"Yes," said Mom. "I knew, she knew and it both
frightened me and turned me on at the same time."
"Do you like Susan?" Peter asked Mom.
"What do you mean `like'?" she replied.
"You know exactly what I mean, would you have liked
Susan to get involved the other day? What he she had
said something afterwards, what would you have done."
"I don't know what I would have done, but I think I
would have been happy for something to happen," mom
said.
"Right," said Peter looking directly at Mom, "this is
what's going to happen next. I have decided that you and
Susan certainly will take things further. You will have
a seriously dirty fuck session with Susan and you will
do it in front of both your son and me. Any problems
with that?"
Mom said, "You assume that Susan will want sex with me
and even more importantly that she will be prepared to
do it in front of strangers and what about my boy? How
on earth can I let Susan know that I fuck my own Son!
No, no it really won't work, its going too far."
"Trust me," Peter replied, "by the time Susan is on the
verge of orgasm with you she will accept almost anything
and by that time it will be too late anyway, I will have
you both on camera. She will have to do as I say. I have
already considered a plan. Your son and I will pretend
that we are going to shoot some pool in town. This will
be tomorrow night when Mr. Jackson is out.
"I know Susan will be here because she told me she had
some studying to do. Once we leave you will engage Susan
in conversation and bring up the events of the other
Morning. I shall leave it to you to take it from there.
When things are getting going you will turn on the light
in my room, which will be the signal for us to come back
into the house. Is that all clear?"
"Yes, okay," Mom replied, "I will give it a go but it
may not work out."
Peter seemed annoyed at her attitude. "It will work out.
I remind you that you have no choice, so make sure you
get it right and that you give us a good show. I'll take
over from there. Don't you dare fuck up," he warned.
When Peter had wandered back upstairs, mom said she had
never been so nervous about anything and didn't know if
she could go through with it. "How can I fuck another
women let alone tell her about us?" she asked.
"Mom," I said. "After what we've got into over the past
few days this will be a breeze and like Peter said, once
he's trapped Susan on camera she'll agree to the `deal'
just like we did. You know how good at this Peter seems
to be. Go for it and I'll look out for you, I promise."
The next evening during dinner Peter made a point of
mentioning that he and I were going into town later.
After dinner, Mr. Jackson duly went out and Susan
excused herself saying she had some work to catch up
with and that she would be in her room if anyone phoned
for her.
Peter turned to mom and told her that it was now up to
her to do as told. Mom latter explained to us how she
had approached Susan.
She said that Susan had come back downstairs to get some
books she had left in the lounge and found mom sitting
in an armchair. Mom had deliberately looked glum and
worried in the hope that Susan would notice and ask if
there was a problem. Sure enough Susan did indeed notice
and had sat down on the sofa opposite and said, "Is
something bothering you? You don't look to happy."
Mom looked as embarrassed and scared as she could act.
"I can't get the other morning, in the kitchen, out of
my head" she said.
"What do you mean?" Susan innocently replied.
"I think you know what I mean," mom replied, "It was
obvious that you realised something had been going on, I
could see by the look on your face. Yet since you have
said nothing about it I have been frantic with worry as
to what you might do and who you might talk to, even my
husband."
"Don't worry," said Susan, "Sure I realised as soon as I
got that pungent smell from your hand as you passed me
coffee that you had been having sex. I had already
noticed the mess on your legs and wondered what on earth
it might be. Then with the smell of your hand it all
clicked! You had just had sex and since only Peter and
your son were there it must have been with Peter. You
must have cut it close. Your son could easily have
caught you. Do you like living dangerously?"
"I knew you realised what had happened," mom said,
"Forget my son catching me, I nearly got caught by you."
"But I was in the yard," Susan said.
"I know, I know, but you see, well... we were fucking in
the kitchen, over the sink right in front of the window.
You could have come in at any time," mom said, carefully
leaving out the fact that it was actually me rather than
Peter who had been in her up to the hilt of my cock.
"You really do like it dangerous, don't you, well I can
assure you there is no need to worry about me telling
anyone, what you do is your business. I have to say I
found it rather sexy when I realised what it was all
over your legs and hand. Didn't you even have time to
clean?" Susan asked.
"No," replied mom, "you very nearly walked in on us.
Tell me what would you have done if you had?"
"Well I couldn't have done anything, your son must have
been somewhere in the house."
"But what if he wasn't, what if you had just caught me
having sex with Peter?
Would you have done anything?" mom asked.
Susan was beginning to feel a little sexy at the thought
of what she had just missed seeing. "Well, maybe I would
have said something or watched or... who knows! You just
can't tell what might happen in a situation like that,"
Susan said, "It's certainly a sexy thought, I have to
say."
Mom realised that Susan's thoughts had turned to the
events of that morning and that she was imagining the
scene of mom being fucked over the kitchen sink. Mom
decided to open her legs a little and exposed her
knickers to Susan to see if there was a reaction. Susan
did notice and then looking at mom she smiled.
"You know," said mom, "it crossed my mind what a shame
it was you didn't catch us. Now that really would have
been sexy."
"You think?" said Susan.
"Oh yes, you know you are really a very attractive girl
Susan, I have thought so ever since you arrived."
It was now or never for mom and the plan. She got up and
said she was just going to grab a bottle of wine from
the Kitchen and asked if Susan would like some. Susan
said that she should be studying but on the other hand a
quick glass of wine would be nice. Mom headed for the
kitchen, grabbed some glasses, the wine from the fridge
and then before going back into the lounge she pulled
her knickers down and off, throwing them onto the
kitchen table.
Mom re-entered the lounge, poured two glasses of wine,
passed one to Susan and then sat down in front of her
again. This time she sat on the edge of the chair and
made sure that her pussy was in full view for Susan
should she look.
Susan smiled, and said jokingly, "What the hell happens
in your kitchen?"
"What do you mean?" said mom.
"Well it seems to me that whenever you go in there you
lose your knickers," she said looking directly at my
mom's pussy.
"Do you like it Susan, do you like to see me exposed,
would you have liked to have seen more the other day? I
think you would have Susan. I could see it in your face
that morning, you were hot as you left the kitchen in
such a rush. What did you do Susan? Did you think about
it more when you got to your room?
Did you get turned on Susan? Did you touch yourself?"
Moms frantic questioning was making Susan think of
nothing else but her thoughts that morning and the moist
pussy that mom was now exposing to her across the room.
"I think you'd like to take this further Susan? Wouldn't
you Susan?" mom demanded.
Susan was sinking into a feeling of lust. "Oh yes, I
would," she murmured, "I wanted to see more then in the
kitchen and I want to see more now," She said.
Mom started to unbuttoned her blouse and exposed a
little white cotton bra. Her small breasts were flushed
and her little nipples standing out through the
material. She took her blouse off and unclipped her bra.
Slowly she slid it down her arms and let it drop to the
floor. She sat there in just a skirt and looked at
Susan.
"Still like what you see Susan?" she asked. "I like to
be dominant," she lied, "would you like me to be
dominant with you Susan?"
Susan was light headed with the lust she was feeling as
Mom undressed before her. "Oh god yes... yes please...
tell me what you want me to do," Susan whispered
submissively.
"First Susan, remove your jeans and knickers," Mom said.
Susan rose to her feet and unbuttoning her jeans slide
them and her knickers to the floor. She stepped out of
them and remained standing in just a white T-shirt.
"Now Susan, kneel on the sofa with your back to me. I
want to see you cunt and your arse fully exposed."
Susan did as she was asked. "What now?" she said.
"Now I want to see you frig yourself Susan. I want to
see your hand between your legs with your fingers in
your pussy. I want you to rub, hard and fast and I want
you to talk to me about what you want me to do to you as
you bring yourself off," mom instructed.
Susan obeyed and started to rub her pussy with her right
hand. She pinched and rubbed her clit and pumped fingers
in and out of her cunt which started to drip with juice.
"Talk to me Susan, talk to me," said Mom.
"Oh god, this is so dirty," said Susan, "I have never
done anything in front of a stranger before, I've never
been ordered to perform. I've never been with a women
before. This is so good, so dirty, I want you to watch
me, I want you to see me frigging myself to orgasm, I
want you to see me exposed, oh god, oh YES! I'm cumming!
I'm cumming!"
Susan's pussy started to dribble down her legs as she
came in the most wonderful orgasm she could remember.
She collapsed face down on the sofa, murmuring.
"We haven't finished yet Susan," said Mom. "Wait here."
With that Mom left the room and went into the kitchen.
She returned quickly carrying something behind her back,
which she quickly put at the side of her chair. Susan
didn't see what it was. Mom removed her skirt and sat
back down entirely naked.
"Now Susan, crawl over here to me on your hand and
knees."
Susan slid of the sofa and crawled as instructed over to
mom. "Now lick my pussy Susan, bring me off with your
tongue and with your fingers," she said.
Susan placed her head between mom's legs and started to
lick her clit and pussy for all she was worth.
"Be frantic Susan," said Mom, "in this house we like our
sex quick and harsh and dirty. Do you understand?"
Susan didn't answer, she just worked her tongue harder
and faster against mom's pussy lips. Her face was now
covered in mom's wetness.
"Put some fingers in my pussy Susan," mom said. She
moved right to the edge of the chair and added, "and get
a finger in my arse, I like my arse being fucked Susan."
As Susan did what she was told, mom reached to the side
of her chair and picked up what she had got from the
kitchen. It was a fat carrot, a good seven inches long.
Mom reached over Susan's back and simply stuffed the
carrot into her cunt without any warning. She was quite
rough but not violent with it.
"What the fuck?!" exclaimed Susan.
"Shut up and keep frigging me, you bitch. Go on bring me
off, fuck me, fuck me!" shouted mom and she pumped the
vegetable in and out of Susan's dripping cunt. Mom was
reaching her orgasm at the same time as Susan was
reaching her second. Both of them came together, pumping
and frigging and screaming and dripping with cum.
They both collapsed in a heap on the floor.
"Fuck that was great!" said Susan.
"It doesn't have to finish yet," said mom, "let's go
upstairs, there's more I want from you yet."
She took Susan's hand and, grabbing their clothes, lead
her upstairs into my mom's room.
"Wait here," said mom. With that she quickly ran up the
single flight of stairs to Peter's room and switched on
the light, before returning to Susan.
Peter and I, waiting outside, saw mom's signal. We
quietly entered the house through the kitchen door and
saw mom's knickers on the table. The plan was obviously
working...
***
Peter and I made our way quietly up to the second floor.
We crept along the landing and looked through the crack
of the semi-open door into Mom's room. Susan was sat on
the bed, still dressed in only a white cotton T-shirt.
Mom was sat on the bed, naked and with her pussy towards
the door.
Peter looked at me and whispered, "Your mom is great.
It's all going to plan. This is going to be good."
Susan, sat in the chair, started to rub her pussy and
clit and said to my mom, "This is fantastic. I couldn't
believe we would get it on together but after the
kitchen the other day I have been thinking about nothing
else. What would you think, if we waited for Peter to
return and see if he wants to fuck you again. I could
watch and then maybe we could all fuck together. What do
you think?"
"Peter doesn't fuck he just watches and controls," mom
blurted out.
Hearing this Peter looked quickly at me and whispered,
"Fuck, she's blown it!"
"What do you mean?" said Susan, "I know he fucked you in
the kitchen the other morning. You said."
"It wasn't Peter!" mom replied quietly.
"It must have been Peter," said Susan, "Mr. Jackson was
out. I know, I saw him leave and the only other person
in the house was your son."
Mom just looked Susan straight in the eye and said
nothing. Susan stared back. You could almost hear her
mind ticking over! The possibilities suddenly dawned on
her.
"If it wasn't Peter and it can't have been Mr. Jackson
then it could only have been your...," Susan broke off
in mid sentence. "Your son!" she continued, "my god it
was your son wasn't it!?"
Mom just remained quiet.
"You fucked your own son?" asked Susan loudly. "My god,
it was your own son!" she repeated.
"Yes, yes.. it was my own son's spunk that your saw down
my legs," admitted mom, "and Peter's for god's sake."
"Hold on! just hold on here!" exclaimed Susan, "Are you
saying that the other morning when I was in the yard,
not ten feet away, you allowed your own son to fuck you
over the kitchen sink and that Peter joined in as well?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying Susan," replied mom.
Peter turned to me again and said "Your stupid mother
has blown it. Susan knows the whole scene and I haven't
got her trapped on camera yet. For fuck sake, she can
just walk away now if she wants."
Susan was looking worried. "They don't know about us do
they?" she asked mom frantically.
"I'm sorry Susan," said mom, "yes they know. It was
Peter's idea! He figured that you were turned on the
other morning and told me to take things further with
you. Don't get me wrong though. I wanted to. I wanted to
involve you because I thought you were so sexy."
I realised that Mom wanted to get it on with Susan and
involve her in our games but on honest terms. She didn't
want to trick poor Susan into having to do something
just because Peter got here on film. She had taken a
chance that Susan would be willing and gone with her
instinct.
Peter and I once again looked at each other. We realised
that Susan would either go for it or storm out and then
god knows what would happen.
It seemed like an eternity before anyone spoke again.
The mom said, "So what do you think now Susan? Now know
that I have been fucking my own son under Peter's
control and now you and I have also fucked together.
What do you want now Susan? Do you want in or what?"
"What if I don't?" asked Susan.
"That's up to you," mom replied, "I just hope and pray
that you do or at the very least you can forgive me and
not tell anyone what I have told you. It's up to you
Susan. It's your own free choice."
Susan sat quietly for a few moments and then her hand
slowly moved back to her pussy and started to gently rub
again. "Where are they now?" she asked, "your son and
Peter? Did they really go to play pool or do they know
what's going on here?"
Peter waited. He clearly knew that this was now out of
his control. It was Susan's and only Susan's choice.
Susan continued, "As long as I'm safe and you are going
to be discreet, then I'm on for this, but how do I know
I can trust you? This is serious shit! How did Peter get
involved with you and your son? Have you and your son
been fucking for long?"
"You'll be perfectly safe with us Susan," mom assured
her, "we are not likely to spill the beans or else me
and my son will be in deep shit, wouldn't we."
"I suppose you would, but how is Peter involved in all
this?" she persisted.
Mom proceeded to tell the whole story to Susan in the
most graphic detail, right from the start. As she did so
Peter and I could see that Susan was taking it all in
and getting extremely excited as the story was told, as
was Mom who had started frigging herself as she gave
Susan all the details.
I decided to make the move. For once Peter seemed a
little lost since he wasn't in direct control. I walked
directly into mom's room and Peter followed.
Mom didn't flinch. She just looked briefly at me and
then turned to Susan and continued to masturbate herself
openly.
Susan was so cool. She didn't cover herself. She didn't
jump. She just looked straight at me and said "So you
been fucking your mother have you, you naughty boy."
Peter, realising that he had to grab control now or
never, quickly answered for me, "Yes he has, and now
you've also fucked her. I made it all happen and I'm not
going to let it stop now. Do you all agree to continue
to do as I say?"
Susan looked at Peter as much as to say, "why should I
do as I'm told by you, a stranger?"
Peter addressed her directly and explained that if Mom
and I broke our deal to do as he said then he would tell
dad and that if Susan wasn't in on the deal then it was
off and she would be responsible for the outcome.
I figure he was bluffing but mom turned to Susan and
begged her to go along with Peter. "Please Susan," she
said, "do it for me and my son. I don't want my husband
to know of this. It would finish us."
Susan looked at my mom, then at me and finally turned to
Peter. After what seemed like an age she said, "okay,
I'll do as you say, I'll join your little deal but only
as long as it involves nothing violent."
"Agreed," said Peter. He was now strutting his usual
confidence. He knew he was back in control.
"Well since we are all here I suggest we go for it right
now," he said looking at my mom, "we missed you two
getting it on," he said to Mom and Susan, "so you can
now put on a show for us. Wait here I have a surprise
for you."
Peter left the room and dashed up stairs. He returned
less than a minute later carrying the strap-on dildo I
had seen in his bag on the day he arrived.
He held the dildo out and said to Susan, "this dildo has
been with me on my travels for the past two years. It
has been used by and on over thirty women in similar
situations to that, that you are now in. It's clean but
well used and will now be further used by you Susan."
Peter threw the dildo onto the floor in front of Susan
and told her to put it on. Susan bent to the floor to
pick it up and we then all watched as she tried to put
it on. She clearly didn't have a clue how it clipped on
and fumbled with the buckles.
Peter's tone changed, "Get it on bitch," he shouted,
"It's not fucking difficult."
Susan quickly concentrated and got it on. She stood in
the middle of the floor, still in her white T-shirt and
with the seven inch dildo standing proud and erect from
her crutch. "Now what?" she asked.
"What the hell do you think?" Peter replied, "You are
going to fuck our little landlady here. You are going to
fuck her hard and you are going to fuck her in the arse.
Do you understand?"
Susan looked at mom, seeking approval. Mom had continued
masturbating herself throughout the conversation and was
wet with lust. "Yes, fuck me Susan, fuck me in the arse
with your lovely dildo cock," she said.
"Oh, I'm going to fuck you alright," she said, "You got
me involved in this, you wanted to fuck me, you seduced
me, you fucked my cunt with a carrot for god's sake, now
it's my turn. Now get on your hand and knees. I'm going
to fuck your arse so hard you'll beg for mercy."
Peter seemed very turned on by Susan's dominant attitude
to mom. He dropped his pants and shorts and exposed his
erect dick. It was so engorged with lust that it looked
bigger than I had ever seen it. He removed the rest of
his clothes and stood by the door, rubbing his dick and
massaging his pre-cum into the head.
"Take your clothes off," he instructed me. "I want to
see you wanking yourself as your mother gets-arse fucked
by Susan."
I did as I was told and Susan just watched as I stripped
off and stood next to Peter with my dick in hand.
Realising all was ready Susan knelt down behind my
mother, who was now looking so small and scared. Her
petite body made her look so innocent and fragile as
Susan'' dildo cock approached her arse.
"Lubricate me, please, lubricate me first," begged mom.
"No!" said Susan, "You wanted it, now you can have it
hard and rough, just like you like it."
Susan grabbed moms shoulders and pushed the dildo
against her arse. He simply kept on pushing as mom
screamed out that it was too big. Susan told her to shut
up and pushed so hard the dildo burst into mom's arse.
Mom screamed out, "God, no, please, oh god it hurts,
please go slow, go gentle."
Susan was possessed. She simply started to pump the
dildo in and out of mom's arse so hard and fast. Mom
screamed and gasped in lust and the pleasure and the
pain ran through her small body.
"Go over and wank over your mother," Peter instructed
me.
I was so hard, I walked over to mom and knelt in front
of her. She looked at me with a mixture of lust and pain
from the pounding her arse was taking. I didn't give her
time to speak. I rammed by cock into her mouth and
started fucking her face for all I was worth. Mom was
coming and so was I. As she bucked herself against
Susan's cock, she started shuddering in orgasm. At the
same time I started pumping my cum into her mouth. After
three bursts I pulled out and sprayed the remainder of
my cum into her face and hair. Susan then pulled the
dildo roughly out of mom's arse. Mom gave a final scream
and collapsed to the floor, totally spent.
Susan ripped the dildo off and started to frantically
rub at her pussy lips and clit. She was swearing and
shouting in ecstasy as she rolled on the floor, hand
fucking herself. Her thighs and hand were covered in her
own juices as she stuck a finger of her other hand up
her own arse and pumped herself front and back to a
moaning orgasm.
As the whole scene subsided we all looked at Peter. Did
he approve of our performance?
He was near to cumming himself but still frighteningly
in control. Who would he chose?
He walked towards me. I expected the usual, that he
would spunk all over me. Peter made me kneel but this
time he told me to open my mouth. I did so. He stuffed
his cock in my mouth and started fucking my face.
"Look at you son," he said to my mother, "look at your
lovely son being faced fucked by another man. Do you
like that, do you?"
Mom looked up from the floor, "Oh yes," she groaned,
"fuck him, fuck his face. Cum all over him Peter,
humiliate him! Go on spray all over him!" she moaned.
Peter pumped a few more times and then started to cum.
He pulled out and started spraying my face and hair with
so much spunk it ran down my face and body. When he
finished spurting he wiped his cock in my hair and then
wandered back towards the door.
"You have all done very well, this evening," he said,
"especially you Susan. We would make a good team, you
and me."
"Thanks," she said, "If I have pleased you, may I ask a
favour?"
"What is it?" Peter said.
"Can I use these two," she said looking dismissively at
me and mom, "Can I make them do what I want when you are
not around, Peter?"
Peter thought for a moment, "Yes," he said, "When I
don't want them then you may instruct them as you see
fit under the terms of my deal. If they don't like it
tell me and I will deal with it. But remember, when I
want you all then I am in charge." He spoke as though my
mother and I were irrelevant.
"Thank you," said Susan.
With that Peter left the room and we heard him go
upstairs to his room.
Susan turned to my mother and said, "I'm glad you
involved me in this little deal of yours. I think I'm
going to enjoy my stay here and believe me, if you think
Peter has made you take risks, then just wait to see
what I have in mind for you both."
Susan then also left the room. Mom reached up and hugged
me to her. She kissed my lips, still covered in Peter's
spunk and said, "where on earth is this going to take
us?"
"I don't know mom," I said, as I rolled on top of her
and sunk my dick deep into her pussy.
END
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Kristen's collection - Directory 70