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Mom's Erotic Illness
by Anonymous (address withheld)
***
Single Mom's brain tumor eliminated her inhibitions
and dramatically increased her sexual desires. Son and
daughter satisfied her sexual needs both individually
and together. (FFM, inc, mast, oral, prost)
***
My high school English teacher once told me that the
best way to tell a story is to start at the beginning
and continue straight through to the end. So I'll
start at the beginning.
I never knew my birth parents. I was found as a month
old baby, abandoned, wrapped in a blanket on the seat
of a Boston city bus. A note pinned on the blanket
said "His name is David. Take care of him."
The bus was passing through a Jewish section of town
when I was found. Judging by my name, the authorities
decided that I was Jewish and handed me off to a local
orphanage. I was duly circumcised, fed and cared for.
I was told that I was a happy child. I lived at the
orphanage until I was four years old. Then I was
adopted by a young couple barely old enough to have
children of their own.
Despite their youth, the couple already had two
children, both daughters. Eva was a year older than
me, Jane a year younger. Why was I adopted, you might
ask? My Mom, my new mom, said that she always wanted a
large family and it seemed simpler to raise children
as a bunch rather than space them out in time. The
kids would play together and help each other out. I
suppose she was right since my sisters and I got along
very well and were my best childhood friends.
By a curious coincidence Eva's birthday and mine, at
least the birthday that the orphanage had assigned to
me, were on the same day. Jane's birthday was two days
later. We celebrated all three birthdays together with
a gala party with cake, presents, and sometimes a
clown who did magic tricks or astounding things with
blow up balloons.
We were a very close and loving family. Dad was a
professor at one of the Boston colleges, rapidly
rising in academic circles. Mom was a fitness addict,
taught yoga classes and modern dance classes at the
YMCA. She jogged three miles every day, often pushing
one of us kids in a three wheeled running stroller.
From a distance, Mom looked like an ordinary suburban
housewife. Attractive but not a head turning beauty.
Her picture would never grace the cover of Vogue
magazine. On the other hand, it would not be out of
place as a centerfold in Playboy or perhaps as a
Sports Illustrated swimsuit model.
Mom had big boobs, a thin waist and great legs.
Workouts at the gym kept her fit. Her face was
attractive, almost girlish looking, perky and
intelligent. She generally wore her dark hair pulled
back in a ponytail, dressed in loose, generic GAP
style clothes, and used the minimum of makeup. To my
mind Mom was absolutely beautiful. If she wasn't my
mother, I would have added her picture to the cache of
magazines I kept hidden under my mattress.
My high school buddies all lusted after her as well,
calling her the mega-MILF of the neighborhood. It took
me some time to find out what MILF meant. After I
found out, I didn't know whether to be insulted or
proud of my Mom. Probably a bit of both.
What made Mom most appealing was the way she moved.
She literally exuded sex appeal with every action. It
was totally unconscious on her part. She wasn't aware
of what she was doing. I overheard one of Dad's
students say that when Mom walked into a room, every
straight man got an erection and every gay woman wet
her panties.
Dad's folks were wealthy. His father had put aside a
large trust fund for him and we received enough income
each month so that Dad could pick and choose his
academic jobs without worrying about the pay. Mom and
Dad hugged and kissed a lot. They traveled frequently
and spent a lot of time in their bedroom with the door
closed. We kids watched a lot of TV.
And then it all came crashing down. Literally. Dad was
on the way to an academic conference in Paris on Air
France Flight 800 when it exploded over the Atlantic
with the loss of all onboard. Mom was heartbroken. She
spent much of the next few months crying in her
bedroom. The two girls and I had to fend for
ourselves. We were barely teen agers, Eva was 13 and I
was 12. We managed to eat regularly and keep the house
fairly clean. Jane was a reader. She devoured books by
the score. Eva and I talked incessantly and tried to
keep each other's spirits up. Both of us were getting
sexually aware and we were curious about the
endowments of the other.
Eva and I had a very unusual brother-sister
relationship. Rather than being natural enemies, as
nature probably intended, we were totally open with
each other. We could say or do anything without fear
that the other would be judgmental. That extended to
our bodies as well. Every week or so Eva would come
into my bedroom at night and ask to see my sexual
parts. They were so different from her own. She would
fondle my penis and was always amused when it became
erect.
One night she rubbed it to see if my cock would
actually emit some of the semen that she had learned
about in her biology class. All she got was a little
thick, slippery, colorless fluid. I, in turn, got my
first climax.
But both of us liked what she did. Over the next two
years, until I was 14, Eva would come into my room for
a little game of mutual exploration. I learned that
girls have a slit with soft lips where boys have a
penis. It was like a little mouth. Eva let me touch
her slit and her apple sized breasts. She said that
when I gently touched them, it felt good. She moaned
with pleasure when I rubbed the little bump at the
front end of the slit. She even let me put my finger
inside. Eva liked me to do it but I couldn't get it
too far in because it bumped against a piece of skin
that blocked most of the opening.
She, in turn would handle my penis. It had grown quite
a bit in the last two years, as had I. Mom said that
at 14 I was nearly as big as my stepdad. Eva seemed
fascinated by the head of my cock. Circumcision had
fallen out of fashion recently and most of the boys in
my class had normal foreskins. I think it was the
first time that Eva had ever seen a naked cock head.
She would hold my stiff penis in her hand and rub it
up and down, watching the head of my cock turn big and
red.
I liked her to stroke it. I had done it to myself. I
even masturbated a bit. What boy hasn't? But Eva was
the first person who had ever touched me sexually.
One memorable night she came to my room and asked me
to suck her growing beasts and nipples. She said the
girls at school told her it would feel really nice.
She pulled apart her pajama top and exposed her
breasts. They were very nice, a bit bigger than when I
last touched them. Each breast was tipped with a pink
nipple located in the center of half dollar sized
areola. She put her hands around one and held it out
to me. I wrapped my lips around her nub and started
sucking.
The nipple grew a little and got hard. She held my
head to her breast then reached the other hand down to
stroke my penis. We were both getting pretty excited
from this intimate contact. I rubbed her slit. I could
feel it get wet and a bit swollen. I caressed the
little bump at the end of the slit. Eva moaned with
pleasure.
By this time my penis was rock hard and both of us
were shaking and squirming. I had nearly all of her
apple sized boob in my mouth. Her hand gripped my
prick tighter and moved faster. Each of us was lost in
pleasing the other.
I don't know how it happened, luck I guess, but both
of us had nearly simultaneous orgasms. Eva gasped and
muffled a scream. I spewed cum like a fountain. The
volume of my ejaculate really startled her. She
thought she had hurt me.
"No, Eva," I said. "I really liked it."
After we wiped up all the sticky cum, Eva kissed me on
the cheek. Then she leaned over and kissed the end of
my cock.
"I liked it too. Can I come back tomorrow?" she asked.
I said I hoped she would.
When she came to my room the following night she asked
me to kiss her pussy. We both lay on my bed. Eve
spread her legs apart and I lowered my face. She
smelled fresh and clean, as if she had just stepped
out of a shower. I licked her pussy lips and then
started sucking the little bump that she liked me to
touch. Eva started wiggling beneath me and gradually
shifted her position. She had worked her way around so
that she could reach my cock.
Eva put both hands around my erect penis and, to my
surprise slipped it into her mouth. She started
sucking and nibbling me while I licked her clitoris.
The sensation was indescribable. We lay there in the
69 position devouring each other's private parts. Soon
Eva shuddered beneath me, I heard her gasp and her
legs pressed my head tightly. Something big had
happened but Eva didn't stop suckling my cock. She
started moving it in and out of her mouth with her
free hand and chewing the head lightly.
After a few minutes I felt that I couldn't hold back
any longer. I managed to raise my head and utter,
"Eva, if you don't stop now, I'm going to cum and a
lot of stuff will come out the end."
"I can taste something coming out now David. Can I
suck a bit more?"
"Eva, if you keep doing it I'm soon going to cum. I
don't think I can stop it." I tried to keep my voice
calm but I'm not sure I succeeded.
"I don't want you to stop it. I want you to cum."
I could feel the tension in my groin and my cock began
to throb. Eva's blow job had eroded myself control. I
realized that I had lost the battle when my cock
started to jerk. I tried to pull away but Eva held me
close.
"Eva, I'm CUMMING!" I shot a blast of white cum into
Eva's mouth. To my absolute surprise, she swallowed
every drop. But she didn't stop. She kept sucking and
I had a small second climax.
About that time Dad's parents decided that their
grandchildren needed a first class education. Eva was
packed off to an exclusive boarding school. A year
later it was my turn. So Eva and I never got around to
actual intercourse. I guess we were a bit too
frightened. Eventually we turned outward and started
dating other classmates as normal teen agers do but we
remained close friends.
But before I went to prep school I had a lot of time
on my hands. Actually my hands were kept busy on my
cock. I had discovered the pleasures of masturbation.
How could I not, living with my Mom.
Even at my young age I lusted after my Mom. What
hormone driven teen ager wouldn't? I tried to sneak
peeks at her when she was dressing or undressing, look
down her cleavage or up her skirt. I found it hard not
to get an erection when she stripped down to skimpy
shorts and a sports bra to work out on the exercise
equipment we had in the basement. I even had the
impossible Oedipal fantasy of making love to her. But
that would have to be satisfied by masturbation. She
was my Mom after all.
Of course I am biased. I imprinted on Mom's body early
when I sneaked looks at her dressing and undressing.
After Dad died, Mom was very casual about clothes at
home. She rarely wore a bra and her legs were always
bare. When she bent over to pour me a glass of milk at
breakfast I always tried to look into her blouse to
try to catch a glimpse of her breasts. A couple of
times I was rewarded by the sight of her nipple.
I was obsessed with Mom's legs as a teen ager. Maybe
it was because all my Superhero comic books showed
girls with impossibly long shapely legs. The girls all
had bulging breasts too but they were always covered
by some discrete shreds of fabric. Naked tits must
have seemed too obscene for young readers but there
was always plenty of leg. Mom's legs were sensuously
full, and to my mind, very erotic. Her strong thighs
narrowed at the knee and then expanded into full
shapely calves. As a hormone obsessed teen it was all
I could do not to get an erection when Mom would sit
in front of me in a short skirt.
When Mom crossed one leg over the other, her calf,
pressed over the opposite knee, made the most sensuous
curve. Her full thighs stretched the seams of her
tight skirt. Even the soft sound that her legs made as
thigh slithered over thigh when she crossed them made
my cock get hard. I wanted to put my hands around her
legs, knead her calves, raise her skirt, and run my
face up her thighs to her crotch. Of course I never
could do it. She was my Mom after all.
Mom knew her legs were sexy but she always thought
that her workouts made them a bit too developed. They
certainly didn't look like the legs of models in the
fashion magazines. But I thought they were just
perfect. She claimed that she could crack walnuts
between her thighs. I don't know about that but I do
know that I would have enjoyed having them around me.
When I masturbated I fantasized licking her calves and
squeezing the sensuous curves around my cock. I
imagined burying my face between her thighs and
working my way up to her pubic mound. Then I would
take care of what was between her thighs. Alas, I
never got the chance to act on my youthful fantasies.
Eva's legs looked just like Mom's but I never lusted
after them in the same way as a teen. Brothers and
sisters sort of ignore each other. At least we did
then. I changed my mind about Eva as I matured.
Once when an after school soccer game was cancelled, I
returned home early. I heard moaning sounds coming
from Mom's bedroom. The door was slightly ajar.
Through the gap in the door I could see her thrashing
around naked on the bed, one hand holding a big
breast, the wet fingers of the other moving in and out
of her cunt. Her legs flailed around in a spastic
dance. She was vigorously attending to her needs.
Her face was flushed and her hair tousled. Her eyes
were tightly shut. While I masturbated frequently,
just like most teen aged boys, I never realized that
grown women did it to themselves too. I knew that I
shouldn't be looking. It was a private moment. But I
didn't leave. I stared at Mom's writhing naked body.
It was infinitely more revealing than trying to sneak
a peek up Mom's skirt or trying to look down her
cleavage. The breasts that I tried so hard to see were
in clear view, large, pink and with very stiff
nipples. How could I look away?
Sexual passion mixed with anguish contorted Mom's
face. I stood fixed to the spot, not daring to make a
sound while she pleasured herself. Now, with the
benefit of hindsight, I'm not sure that she would have
heard me even if I had walked into the room whistling
"Dixie." Nor would I say that she would think of what
she was doing to her body as pleasure. It was pure and
simple masturbation. I instantly realized that it is
what she had been doing behind the closed door of her
bedroom the months after Dad's death.
Even in disarray, she was absolutely lovely. Her
motions became frantic. Her hand clutched the middle
of one breast, squeezing so tightly that the end
bulged like a water balloon, skin almost taut enough
to burst, nipple and areola expanded to twice their
normal size. Then both hands were in her cunt, moving
violently. The wet fingers on one hand thrust in and
out of her vagina while the fingers of the other moved
on her clitoris. I watched as she raised her body to a
climax.
Mom's entire body stiffened. Her legs extended in
front of her, the muscles etched in sharp detail. Her
calves contracted as she toe danced into ecstasy. She
moaned and shuddered as she climaxed. Her body formed
a perfect arch on the bed, supported only by her
thrown back head and her heels. Her orgasm seemed to
last and last. It must have been the biggest she had
had in some time.
I was fortunate to have witnessed it. Then, with a
final gasp she collapsed into a flaccid heap on the
bed. Her pussy was red and dripping and her abused
breast had dark finger bruises. She was lovely. I
quietly went to my room to masturbate. That was the
first time that I ever saw my Mom fully naked. I never
forgot it. I remember that scene in all its vivid
detail. She was sex personified.
Fortunately I was sent away to school before I did
something stupid.
Eva studied ballet and modern dance. She showed real
talent and was accepted as an apprentice dancer at the
Boston Ballet. In the off season she had a role in the
touring company of a Broadway musical. Within a year
she realized that being a dancer was a lifelong
commitment that she was not prepared to make. Better
to decide what she wanted to do after graduation from
college.
And so we all grew up. My sisters and I attended
college. After graduation Eva got an internship with a
TV production company and Jane became a librarian. I
was accepted to a good medical school in the Midwest
and had just finishing my first year. The last week of
school I got a message from Eva saying that Mom had
taken ill. She asked me to postpone a cross country
bike trip that I had planned and spend the summer in
Boston. As soon as my exams were over, I took a flight
home.
Mom had been diagnosed with a malignant but very
inconveniently located brain tumor. Portions of the
tumor had split off and had scattered throughout her
brain. Even I, as a fledgling medical student, knew
that there was no cure. I called one of the faculty
members, a noted oncologist, and told him about Mom's
condition. He confirmed what I had read in my
textbooks. If Mom was lucky there would be minimal
symptoms for a few years, then rapid deterioration and
"lights out."
Depending on the exact location of the tumor there
might be profound changes in her behavior. Usually
what would happen is a loosening of inhibitions. Her
concept of 'proper' behavior in a social situation
will largely vanish. She will act out her immediate
impulses and do or say whatever is on her mind without
worrying about the consequences. If a fragment of the
tumor lodged in an area which controls sexual impulses
she would most likely feel a constant compulsion for
sex. Higher mental processes would gradually erode but
her basic animal instincts would remain until the end.
Clearly she would require close attention and possibly
protection.
Radiation treatments and surgery could slow down the
tumor spread for a while but they would affect the
quality of life so much that many patients chose to do
without them. My mentor said that if it was him, he
would let the disease run its course and try to get as
much out of life as possible until the end. If she
decided to go that route, he said, let her do whatever
she wants as long as she is in no danger of harming
herself or anyone else.
Fortunately Mom's condition was now in remission and
she would feel and appear normal - but it might flare
up at any time. I loved Mom dearly and planned to
spend as much time as I could with her.
I went home as soon as I got off the plane. I couldn't
wait to see Mom. She opened the door. She was lovely,
even more beautiful than I remembered. I had more or
less expected to see a sick woman but Mom was
incredible. She watched her weight and ate the right
things.
Thanks to a combination of exercise and good genes she
looked very much the same as she had when I was a
child. Her body was firm, her waist was still thin,
and her legs were to die for. Even under her loose
sweater I could see that her breasts were still firm
and had only a slightly sexy sag. If she was sick, I
certainly couldn't tell from appearances.
Mom hugged me and dragged me inside.
"I've put on a pot of coffee and a bite to eat," she
said. "Sit on the couch and let's talk. Tell me all
about medical school."
I told her what I could. About the long hours, the
lectures, and even the anatomy classes where I had the
chance to cut up dead people. Then I asked about her
illness. I was really worried.
"I got terrible headaches at first," Mom said. "Even
big doses of aspirin didn't help. Finally Eva dragged
me to a specialist who ran me through a full battery
of tests with strange names. CAT scan, MRI, and some
whose names I can't remember. The conclusion was that
I had something wrong with my head. Hell, I could have
told them that before we started. They told me it was
a malignant tumor in my brain that had already started
to spread. Nothing could be done but at least they
could make me comfortable."
"They prescribed some pills and after a while the
headaches went away. Every month I go back to the
clinic to see how things are going. Right now I feel
fine - except--"
I waited for the bad news.
"Except," Mom went on. "I have the strange feeling
that I'm not in my own body any more. I feel that I'm
outside of myself. I can touch and look at the big
hunk of meat that used to be me like it is a human
sized doll or maybe a big pet. But I still feel what
it feels. When I touch it, I feel the touch just like
I used to. If I hurt it, I feel the hurt. It's like my
body is a thing outside me that I can use, excite and
punish. I can do whatever I want with my body and it
lets me do it."
"In a way, it is a vary liberating feeling. If my body
does or says something bad I don't have to feel
responsible. My body can be really naughty sometimes.
I often get confused and I don't know if I'm doing
something or my naughty body is doing it."
"The specialist told me that it's a form of
dissociation, similar to a multiple personality
disorder. My mind was splitting into its conscious,
thinking part, the Ego, and its instinctive, animal
part, the Id. He said my Ego was distancing itself
from my body so that it could eventually deal with
whatever might happen to it. It's like a Dr. Jekyll
and Mr. Hyde experience except that both of us are in
my body at the same time. I, that is the Mom you had
grown up with, was the Dr. Jekyll part.
The "other me" was the Mr. Hyde part. It wasn't evil.
It's just that it contained all the animal lusts and
desires that are part of all of us and didn't have a
conscience to control it. He said that it wasn't
uncommon in cancer patients and that I could learn to
deal with it."
"If he meant that dealing with it was learning to
accept the things that my body did, he was probably
right. Just yesterday I woke up in the morning to find
that my body was pleasuring itself. Oh, hell, David,
you're a big boy now and I can talk like a grown up to
you. My body was masturbating. It was giving itself a
climax. One hand was holding one of its breasts, the
fingers of the other were in its vagina.
I tried to make it stop but it paid no attention. Its
legs and hips started moving. It began to twitch all
over and spasm. Its hands drove its fingers in and
out, harder and faster and its pussy muscles squeezed
the fingers tightly."
"I couldn't stop what my body was doing. I was just
lying there watching myself get aroused. I saw my tits
bounce and my nipples get hard. I couldn't control my
hands. They knew just how to touch me. I could feel
electric sensations spread from my cunt to all parts
of my body. I tensed up and started to shake all over.
It was just like I felt when Dad fucked me. I heard my
naughty body moan and then let out a loud scream... in
my voice. My body was giving itself an orgasm. I
wasn't doing it but I felt every sensation. And it
felt so damn good."
"So if that's what learning to deal with it means, I
can live with that. If my body wants to masturbate, it
can do it any time it wants. I get to feel all the
pleasure without any of the guilt. It's a truly
guiltless fuck."
Mom came over and sat next to me, a soft vision of
mature femininity. She put her arm around me hugging
me as she used to. I kissed her on the cheek. Then Mom
surprised me by putting her other hand in my lap right
over my penis. She started gently rubbing me through
my shorts. My cock got hard within a few seconds. Mom
was one of the few women who could do that to me.
I was paralyzed by Mom's sudden sexual action. She had
never done this to me before. It was probably one of
the behavioral changes that my professor warned me
about. She was acting out her innermost desires. I
decided to go along with it and treat whatever
happened as therapy. Actually. I was lying to myself.
My teen age lust for Mom emerged just as strong as
ever. I wanted her to touch me.
Mom unzipped the fly of my jeans and my erection
sprang out. She put her hand around it and clutched me
tight. A few drops of pre-cum emerged from the tip and
glistened in the light. Mom scooped up a drop with a
finger and brought it to her mouth, licking it off
with her tongue.
"You have a nice taste. I like it. Here, you try."
She squeezed a few more drops of pre-cum out of my
cock. I was too confounded by her actions to stop her.
Scooping my wetness up she brought her finger to my
mouth and told me to taste myself. Mom was right. It
wasn't bad. My pre-cum had a nice salty taste and a
smooth melted Jello like consistency.
"I'm not doing this, you know" Mom said. "It's the
body that used to be me. I'm just watching it play
with your cock. It seems to always do the things that
I want to do but never dared to do. I hope you don't
mind."
In a moment her lips were on my penis. More than her
lips. She sucked and tongued the head of my cock as if
it was the sweetest lollipop in the world. I was
astonished, as much by the acute and very stimulating
sensations I felt as by who was doing it to me. Mom
was a truly accomplished cocksucker.
"I used to wash your little cock when you were a
little boy. But not in the same way. Do you remember?
It's grown so much."
She arose and, still holding my penis, pulled me into
her bedroom. We both disrobed. Actually Mom disrobed
me. I was petrified almost to catalepsy. Then she
shrugged out of her garments. It was the first time I
had seen her fully nude since I had peeked in her
bedroom years before. Mom was in remarkable shape for
a woman of her age. In fact she was in great shape for
a woman of any age. She still taught yoga and exercise
classes and jogged for an hour every morning.
She was lovely and very feminine. She had an hourglass
figure with big breasts, broad hips and a narrow
waist. Her skin was flawless. Mom's artist's model
figure made her resemble the Naked Maja in those
paintings by Goya. Except with bigger tits. Strangely
enough, Mom's face seemed to look younger than it had
in the years after Dad's death. The tension had
largely vanished. She looked young enough to
legitimately pass as Eva's sister.
She still wore her hair in a ponytail like a
schoolgirl. It was so easy to tie. If you looked
closely you could see the slight lines around her eyes
and face. The fashion magazines charitably called them
"laugh lines." Each one represented a gem of wisdom
that she had picked up over the last decade. But all
in all, a quick glance would reveal a girlish looking
face on a very voluptuous frame. She reminded me of
Leslie Caron in the movie "Gigi." A baby face on a
courtesan's body.
"Do I look like what you imagined? Are my boobs too
big? Do you like my nipples?" she asked. "
Never in my wildest fantasies had I thought of Mom
blatantly showing me her breasts. It was not like Mom.
Her breasts were big indeed. It took both of Mom's
hands to hold one up. It wasn't that her breasts
sagged. But there was a lot of meat packed inside
them. Breast feeding my sisters, and probably Dad's
enthusiastic loving contributed to their shape. Don't
get me wrong. Her breasts were certainly big and
heavy. But they were beautiful.
Large aureoles the size of small saucers decorated the
end of her tits. Each was tipped with a fleshy nipple
almost as big and red as a Bing cherry. These were the
breasts of a mature, very voluptuous woman. They were
excruciatingly sexy. I felt guilty at being so excited
but my erection grew rock hard from the sight of Mom's
body.
Mom lifted the breast that she was holding to her
mouth and flicked her tongue across the nipple. Then
she put the end in her mouth and sucked it. I watched
her cheeks hollow and swell. The breast surface
rippled in time with her sucks. When she pulled her
wet nipple from her mouth it had become hard and even
bigger. Her hands lovingly caressed her breast as if
she was stroking a favored child. She kissed it
lovingly before she released it. The sight was so
erotic that I almost came.
"I masturbated a lot after Dad died. That was before I
got sick so I couldn't blame it on the "naughty" me. I
would imagine that it was his lips on my breasts and
his prick in my cunt. If I thought hard enough about
it and moved my hands just right, I would have a good
orgasm. I really miss Dad. We enjoyed sex so much. I
need you to take his place for this evening."
"Don't be shocked," Mom said. "I may be your mother
but we are not biologically related. I haven't been
with a real man since the airplane crash. You have
grown into a very handsome young adult and I want your
prick inside me. Would you do your mother a great
favor and make love to me?"
She continued to caress her breast while she talked. I
just stared as she rolled her growing nipple between
her thumb and forefinger. Little bumps appeared around
the aureole.
"Look at my big boobies," Mom said. "Aren't they
pretty. See how I can make the nipples stand up when I
play with them. They are like little soldiers standing
at attention. I want you to hold them and suck them
You will really like my titties."
"Well," I said, stalling for time, "your breasts are
really big. Don't they get in the way? How big are
they?"
As I said that my hands reached unconsciously for
Mom's tits. They cupped them for a moment, as if
measuring them for size. My fingers gravitated to the
nipples and started rolling and twisting just as Mom
had done. It was a purely unintentional act on my
part. Just an automatic reaction to Mom's body. She
couldn't help but see what I was doing. A smile passed
over her face as she watched my hands on her bulging
nipples. She knew that I was a goner and that she
would have my cock in her cunt shortly.
Mom thought about it for a while. "I guess they are
big," she said. "After I nursed each of the two girls
they never went back to their normal size. And they do
get in the way when I play tennis. But there are
compensations. Big breasts make great sex toys. I'll
show you."
She grasped one breast near the end and pulled it
upward. She rubbed her forefinger around the nipple in
a circular motion. I watched the nipple get harder. It
expanded until it was over half an inch long and
almost as wide. Tiny little bumps appeared on the
areola. Then she rolled the engorged nipple lightly
between her fingers. I couldn't believe how big it
got..
"How's that for a starter?" Mom asked. "Now look at
this."
She bent the breast she was holding up until it almost
reached my face. "Lick the nipple."
I did as Mom asked and touched the nipple with my
tongue. It felt wonderful. My tongue rubbed against
the slightly rough surface of the nipple which grew
even larger and larger as I licked. It became very
stiff.
"Now put the nipple in your mouth and suck on it."
I was astonished. I was finding out a lot of kinky
things about my Mom. I opened my mouth and sucked the
nipple in. At first it was like sucking a straw but
then I got really into it and pulled the whole nipple
and part of the areola into my mouth.
"Press around the nipple with your lips and bite down
a little with your teeth. Doesn't that feel good," Mom
said. "Suck harder. I sometimes do it to myself when I
can't get to sleep at night."
I did as Mom asked and felt my cheeks hollow and swell
as I alternated sucking and swirling around the nipple
with my tongue. I put my hands around Mom's hands and
pressed as much as could of the boob into my mouth,
almost as if I was trying to swallow it. I was quickly
changing my mind about the disadvantages of big
breasts.
"My nipples got very sensitive after I had children."
Mom said. "You may not believe it but it feels even
better when milk comes out," Mom said. "When I was
nursing I would suck myself dry if there was any milk
left. It sounds gross but I think that every nursing
woman alive has tasted her own breast milk at least
once."
"I really love playing with my titties. They enjoy
being hurt a little. I like to pull my nipples hard.
It feels so good when I chew them and bite them. Not
so much that I draw blood but enough so I can feel the
pain. Then I suck them to sooth them. I can make
myself cum if I suck them in the right way. Sometimes
when I go to sleep at night I bend a breast up to my
mouth and suck the nipple like a pacifier. They are my
best friends and they are always with me. But today
they are my gift to you. I'm offering them to you to
use any way you want. Suck me, chew me. Just don't
bite my nipple off."
Mom sat down on the edge of the bed and spread her
legs slightly. She placed both hands on her cunt and
gently rubbed the moistening pink lips. Two fingers
penetrated her vagina. Her hips began a slow
undulating motion. I just stared unbelievingly. It was
my Mom.
"I'm just getting myself ready for you," she
explained. "It always helps if I get a little wet
first. Playing with my pussy makes me really hot.
Don't worry. I'm not going to make myself cum. At
least not yet." Mom looked directly at me. "Are you
shocked?" she said. "Don't be. I may be your Mom but I
was a woman first. This just gets me started."
Mom pulled out the fingers that had been in her cunt.
They glistened with her exudations. She raised them to
her lips and licked them off. "I taste good." she
said. "If you have never sucked a pussy you might try
mine. Dad always said that my juices taste delicious.
I would love to be able to lick my own cunt but I just
can't bend that far. I'll have to taste myself from
your lips."
Mom might have been putting on a sex show to entice me
but it was apparent that she enjoyed loving herself.
And who wouldn't, I thought. She was a vital and very
sexual woman. Her mental condition was a perfect
excuse to do what she had always wanted to do without
any associated guilt.
"Give me your cock," she plead. "I want your big cock
in me. I want you to be a motherfucker. I want you to
fuck me senseless." She held out her arms toward me.
By this time all my hesitation had vanished. My very
erect penis led the way. Mom took hold of my cock to
guide me and I plunged into her wet pussy. I pushed so
hard that the end of my cock bottomed against her
cervix. Mom gasped, wrapped her strong legs around me
and clutched me close. She tensed her body a bit and
her cunt literally gripped my cock. Despite having had
two children she felt as tight as a teen ager.
"Yes, yes!" she cried. "I've wanted this for so long."
What was I thinking? I was fucking my Mom. Or perhaps
I was fucking her alter ego. I didn't waste energy
contemplating the philosophical or moral implications
of what I was doing. All I knew is that I wanted her
badly. She might have been my Mom but she was also a
supremely sexual woman. Her breasts were soft and
full, her body warmly sensuous. Mom had no rough edges
at all. She was a person with whom I had spent many
loving years, the woman who raised me from a toddler.
And she was a great piece of ass.
I was possessed by desire. It was a very intense fuck.
As I moved in and out she squeezed the end of her
breast to make her nipple stand up and pushed it into
my mouth. I swallowed as much of her large breast as I
could, licking and chewing the end. I wanted to suck
milk out of my Mom's massive mammary but she had none
to give.
"Suck me, fuck me, suck me, fuck me," she repeated
over and over. "Bite me, chew me, fuck me!"
I stole a glimpse at Mom's face. She looked nothing
like the mother I had lived with for years. Her face
was a mask of total sexual abandonment. She was giving
her all to fucking. I drove into her as hard as I
could and she responded by slamming her pelvis against
mine, all the while pushing her breast into my mouth.
I was drawn into her intensity. I totally lost control
of my body and we fucked like wild animals in heat.
Mom and I made enthusiastic love for much of the
afternoon. I felt her spasm to orgasm and I came
immediately after. But that was just the appetizer. We
both came several more times, sometime individually,
sometimes simultaneously. We were indeed animals.
Our bodies melted together and it was hard to tell
where one started and the other ended. Alternately I
had my face buried between her breasts and her legs,
sucking and chewing whatever I could reach. Mom's
hands played over my body, exciting me in ways that I
never dreamed possible. She sucked and nibbled my
penis and swallowed my cum. I pushed my head between
her legs and thrust my tongue into her cunt then
sucked and nibbled her clitoris. I was rewarded by a
copious flow of vaginal juices. Mom tasted delicious.
After nearly two hours of continuous lovemaking we
stopped, physically exhausted by our efforts. Mom
instantly reverted to being a mother and fixed us both
something to eat.
"I'm so glad you're not embarrassed by my
forwardness," Mom said. "Every mother wants to sleep
with her son but so few get the opportunity. But this
is a peculiar situation. It's the other me that is
fucking you. I'm just going along for the ride. I'm
watching the two of you fuck and enjoying every
feeling you give to the "other me." I love it. It's
what I always wanted. It wouldn't make any difference
if you had come out of my womb. I just want your cock
inside me."
"I'm well aware of my physical condition. The doctor's
tell me that I only have a short time left. I have to
get enjoyment out of my life any way I can. I can't
put anything off until tomorrow. The feeling that I am
outside my body helps me. I can do whatever I want
with it. And I intend to use it or let others use it
to give me as much pleasure as I can get in the
remaining time I have. I really liked what you did
with my body. You have given me one of the best fucks
I ever had. I hope it pleased you too. You can use my
body at any time."
We chatted for a while, small talk really. It was an
odd situation indeed. I found it hard to accept the
idea of Mom treating herself as a third person. A
person to whom the rules of civilized behavior didn't
apply. She was like an actor who enjoyed being onstage
because he or she could play any part, good or evil,
that the author had written. For Mom's alternate
persona, the role had been written by her id, the
animal part of her being that lusted only for personal
satisfaction. It was confusing because to me there was
only one of her. She was the flesh and blood Mom with
whom I had grown up.
Both of us were sitting nude at the small kitchen
table talking as if it was a typical mealtime
conversation. We had eaten together many times as a
family when I was growing up, except that we usually
wore more clothes. Another difference was that Mom was
wet between the legs. Intermixed drips of my sperm and
her pussy juices dripped from her vagina and dampened
her thighs.
Nonplussed, she used her fingers to wipe away the
wetness then raised them to her mouth to suck them
clean. She was not in the least embarrassed. I was
impressed by her casual acceptance of the fact that we
had just fucked like rabbits at an orgy. She was the
essence of cool.
Mom asked more about my plans after medical training.
What did I planned to do? Did I intend to get married?
Did I plan to have children? Mom said she was old
fashioned enough to want grandchildren. Considering
Mom's bedroom behavior of a few minutes earlier her
conversation was a real switch in tone. She sounded
like a typical mother, worrying about her son's
future.
It was hard for me to concentrate on what she was
saying. The enormity of the situation occupied my full
consciences. Mom's illness was a concern but more
immediate was the fact that I had just fucked my Mom
and that I enjoyed it immensely. Both of us had
enjoyed it.
Mom's full breasts rested on the table between us. My
eyes were drawn to those beautiful mounds. Every once
in a while Mom's hands caressed their surfaces. She
rubbed the palms of her hands over the nipples. It was
an unconscious action. I'm sure she wasn't aware of
what she was doing but it had a profound effect on me.
Mom noticed me looking at her tits. How could she not
notice. My eyes were riveted to them.
"Look how big my titties are. I'm animal sized," she
said with a grin. "I'm a z-bra."
"Just kidding," she went on. "I guess I'm triple D or
maybe an H size. I have to get my bras made to order.
I know I'm too big to wear an off the shelf bra from a
department store."
"But," she said, "I just love my big boobies and I
want you to love them too."
The nurturing Mom of my childhood had turned into an
icon of pure eroticism. I lost the fight to stop
myself from grabbing those tits. I reached my hands
across the table and clutched one between my palms. It
was soft, yet resilient. I caressed it for a few
minutes before releasing it. Mom smiled. What a bounty
of flesh. No wonder she couldn't keep her hands off
herself.
I was curious about the roots of Mom's sexuality. I
never dreamed that she was so adept at giving and
receiving carnal pleasures. In a daring moment of
frankness I asked Mom why she had never found another
man after Dad died.
"I knew my own needs better than anyone else. Since
Dad died my best sexual experiences were with myself.
Except for today, of course. Why have a someone do
something for you that you can do better for yourself.
Of course Eva helped me out once in a while."
Mom's loving attention to her breasts and cunt
confirmed that she knew her own body well enough to
give it exactly the stimulation it needed. Why look
outside when her own hands and mouth were always
willing and able.
I wondered what "helping her out" meant, with Eva's
sexual appetites I could guess. I asked Mom about it
but she wouldn't talk about her specific relationship
to her daughter. She said that she thought Eva would
consider it a private matter. If Eva wanted to tell
me, she would tell me. She went on to say that Eva
shared her passionate nature but that Jane was much
more reserved. Just like Dad.
"Don't be so dense, David," she said as she playfully
poked me in the shoulder. "Of course Eva gives me
climaxes. And I do it for her too. But we do it at
home in private. It's just a mother and daughter thing
like you and I are a mother and son thing."
She squeezed my slowly hardening penis gently. "If you
haven't fucked your sister yet, you really should. Of
course, she's not really your sister so you wouldn't
have to worry about it being real incest. Just sort of
social incest. I think the two of you would get along
well together. She is very uninhibited and has a nice
body and a tasty cunt. Eva really needs a man in her
life. Families should stay close and help each other
out any way they can."
"But," Mom went on, reverting to the role of a
concerned mother, "Don't neglect your studies. I can
take care of Eva until you get more time. Then you can
have her. Perhaps the three of us could get together
to discuss it in a family reunion some evening." I had
a good idea what her invitation meant. She probably
was planning an incestual threesome.
Mom turned serious for a second. From the look on my
face she must have been aware that she had overturned
her whole image as a conventional, caring mother.
"I see you are shocked. Don't be surprised about your
mother, David. There's a lot about me that you don't
know. It's time I told you the whole truth. It's a
long story so don't be afraid to stop me if you have
any questions."
"Think about what losing your father meant to me. He
was a wonderful man, the best I have ever known. He
rescued me off the streets of Boston when I was only
18. My parents were illegal immigrants from Ireland
who came here when I was still a kid. They were both
killed in a tragic automobile accident. We had no
relatives. Welfare and child protective services would
simply send me back to Ireland to an institution. I
had no one that would take me in. So I lived on the
streets like so many other abandoned kids."
"Street children have to do bad things or starve. Most
had to steal or push drugs. I was raised to be a
"good" girl and I knew I wouldn't last long without
help. I was lucky because I was a pretty child and had
big tits for my age. Dirty old men wanted to do awful
things to me. I finally had to give in or I would
starve. I let them touch me all over if they bought me
a meal or gave me a little money.
They would fondle my tits, put their fingers in my
cunt or make me suck their cocks. They would drag me
into their cars and fuck me. I was only 12 and their
big cocks hurt me terribly. I hated it. But because I
didn't fight back, no one beat me badly. Some of the
girls on the street who resisted were raped and
killed."
"One man was bit more considerate than most. He
thought that I looked like his daughter. After he
fucked me he introduced me to a lady friend of his who
ran a brothel. The madam took me on as an indentured
prostitute. It was a common thing in those days.
Prostitution in Boston was never legal but whorehouses
were tolerated if the right politicians were paid off.
I would get lodging and meals and a small allowance.
In return I had to make myself available to
customers."
"Yes, darling. I was a common whore. If you don't like
the word "whore" you can call me a "sex worker." It
sounds almost respectable. But I was really a whore. I
worked in the brothel for five years. The madam
trained me to please both men and women. It was a
working class whorehouse in one of the poorer sections
of Boston. Most of the customers were ship yard
workers who stopped in for a quickie on their way home
from the Navy yard. A few came from the offices and
the colleges in town. My original patron visited me
often during my first year but I became too old for
him. I was only 13."
"The madam made me fuck anyone who could come up with
the money. Man or woman, it made no difference.
Sometimes a dozen people a night would use me. Most
were older men who liked young girls. They weren't
gentle. They would hold me down, jam their big pricks
into my cunt, and fuck me until they came.
Still, I fared better than most street kids. The
whorehouse had been an old hotel and each of us girls
had a small room with a bed and a tiny toilet. It was
a clean place. No drugs and plenty of hot water.
Better for business, the madam said.
She told me that even though I was young and
inexperienced, I was a prize piece of nookie. Many men
wanted to sleep with their daughters or their little
sisters. They usually didn't give in to their impulses
at home but they would pay good money to use girls
like me. That's one of the reasons that I tended to
attract older clients. I was their daughter surrogate
as well as their bed partner. Some of the women who
used me were almost as bad I would have to suck their
hairy cunts while they punished my sensitive tits. One
woman from the college came to see me often. She would
tip me if I made her cum quickly."
"But couldn't you run away?" I asked. "Why did you
stay if you hated it so much? Surely you could find a
church group or a charity to take you in."
"I was afraid," said Mom. "But that's not the main
reason. I may have been a "good girl" but I wasn't a
saint. After a while I got to like the physical sex
part. I tried to resist having orgasms but I couldn't.
My body would have none of it. When it wanted to cum,
it came. I hope you won't think less of me when I tell
you that I enjoyed fucking. It was like a drug. I
became truly addicted to sex."
"I knew that I was being abused by my clients but what
angered me most was the response of my body. It was
like I was two people. The thinking part of me was
crying and ashamed but my body seemed to enjoy what
was being done to it. This wasn't supposed to happen.
Rape was torture. But when those big cocks fucked me I
twisted and bucked in pleasure. My cunt swallowed them
whole. The sensations that I felt were much more
intense than any I could imagine. I was totally out of
control, shaking and spasming. I had been fucked
almost every night since I was 12 and it was the only
pleasure I ever knew. My body needed those cocks in my
cunt or I would go crazy. It had nothing else."
"The only time I forgot about my situation was when I
was having an orgasm. I longed for the feelings I
experienced when I was cumming. They transported me
out of my misery. I never faked a climax. I would
really let myself go, thrashing and screaming in
ecstasy, trying to stretch out the moment as long as I
could. It made me very popular with clients. By this
time I had a regular group of customers.
The madam thought of me as a cash cow. Not because of
my tits, which had grown several cup sizes over the
years, but because I generated a steady income for the
brothel. She even screened my clients, weeding out the
most abusive ones. She didn't want anyone to damage
her cow."
"During the few moments I was orgasming I was in
paradise. Man or woman, the physical shape of my lover
didn't seem to matter much. What I wanted was a mouth
on my tits, and a hand, cock, or tongue in my cunt.
While a client fucked me my mind would shut down and
my body would take over. It was like a drug. Having an
orgasm was like hitting the reset button on my mind.
It made me forget where I was and what I had become."
"On slow nights some of the older whores took me to
bed. Not all of them were lesbians. I guess they
wanted a change from the brutal way that many of their
clients treated them. I was small for my age. Except
for my tits, I looked younger. I was their baby
sister. Even the madam used me. They would hug me,
love me, play with my tits, and we would make each
other cum. After my growth spurt at 16, they stopped
doing it. By that time I looked too much like a
woman."
"If I didn't have a customer in the evening, I
masturbated. It helped me forget. I didn't like doing
it to myself but I was powerless to resist my needs. I
desperately wanted the relief of an orgasm. I needed
to make myself cum."
"If I had the time I would touch my body gently all
over and hold my tits. They weren't big enough for me
to suck yet but the nipples were very sensitive. I
would stroke my body to a peak, and put my fingers
into the folds of my pussy and rub the tingling nubs
of flesh buried just inside. One of the older girls
gave me a vibrator and I used that."
"My free hand would find a nipple and roll the little
nub until it was stiff. I rubbed my engorged pussy
lips and buzzing clit until I was about to cum. I
could feel my entire body quiver with involuntary
shakes. My orgasm started deep inside my body. My
thighs vibrated. The muscles in my belly contracted
and relaxed. Then everything merged into one feeling
of sexual arousal."
"When I was close to a climax my legs would start to
shake out of my control. They would tense and relax.
The muscles in my thighs would get completely rigid.
When my thighs got hard, I knew that I would cum in
just a few more seconds. Then I would climax and let
the lovely feeling of bliss wash over me."
"But if I was in a hurry and needed relief fast I was
much more aggressive with my body. I pulled my tits
and twisted my clitoris with all my strength. It hurt
but I didn't mind the pain as long as I could force
myself to climax. I raped myself just like my clients
raped me. Hurting myself made me cum quickly. I would
only stop when my legs stiffened and my body started
to shake in orgasm. It was bad sex, terrible sex, but
it served its purpose. But no matter how bad it gave
me some relief."
"Don't think of me as a bad person. Sex was all I had.
I would have fucked the bedpost if I could get it into
my cunt. I was just an 18 year old whore, a common
slut. There was no escape. I wanted to dive into my
cunt and never come out, to forget about the world and
have a perpetual orgasm for the rest of my life. I
hated the people who used me and I hated myself for my
weakness. But my tits and cunt kept me alive. It was a
miserable life but it was a life."
"Dad saved me. When he was a student in college he was
taken to the whore house by a couple of his buddies as
a birthday gift. He was just a year older than me. His
friends bought my services for the entire night. We
connected immediately. I felt that he was a kindred
soul. It was his first time with a prostitute and he
was so shy that I had to seduce him. He learned
quickly. It was the only time I ever felt a strong
desire for one of my clients. I desperately wanted to
give myself to him. I couldn't wait for him to handle
my young body, to hold my boobs, to suck my nipples,
to use my vagina, to make me cum.
We spent the night together talking and fucking,
mostly talking between fucks. When he embraced me I
didn't turn off my mind. I wanted to enjoy all the
feelings of making love. We orgasmed together
beautifully. I fucked him the first time because I was
getting paid. I fucked him the second time because I
wanted to. And the third time because I absolutely
needed to. I guess he felt sorry for me. Dad had
plenty of money. He bought off my contract and set me
free."
"We grew to love each other and despite my misgivings,
got married. It was a marriage made in heaven. Dad was
a wonderful man and I did everything I could to make
him happy. He was a quiet man in public but he was a
tiger in the bedroom. We never mentioned my former
life but I used all the sex tricks I had learned as a
prostitute when we made love. I was the perfect
example of what the books always said men wanted.
A lady in the living room and a whore in the bedroom.
Dad and I were fully satisfied. Ecstatically so. Soon
we had the two girls and we adopted you. We were
married for over fifteen years and we had fantastic
sex. It was our greatest source of pleasure. What a
turnaround from my teen years in Boston. It was
wonderful. I had complete fulfillment with the man I
loved. Dad's death cut me off cold turkey."
"After so many years of having great sex almost every
night I knew that I needed some form of sexual
fulfillment or I would go crazy. I couldn't live my
life as a Nun. I would stand before the full length
mirror in the bedroom and look at myself in the glass.
I was still pretty enough and had a nice figure. I
liked the way I looked. If I were a lesbian, I would
love to "do" me myself.
I would imagine myself sucking and licking a mirror
image of my body and I got turned on by the very
thought. It would be like being one of the women whose
cunts I used to eat in the whorehouse except I would
enjoy it on both ends. I couldn't lick my own cunt
although I really tried. I would play with my tits and
finger fuck myself until I orgasmed. For the first few
months after Dad died I spent hours masturbating in
our bedroom, trying to pretend that my hands were
Dad's. That Dad was fucking me. That usually would
hold me for a while. Until I needed it again."
"I was "doing" myself years ago when you came home and
saw me. Yes. I knew you were watching. I heard you
come in. I could have pushed the door closed but I
opened it a little wider. Having you see me added a
perverse spice to pleasuring myself. I came harder
than I had in months. I hoped you would like what you
saw. I had a strong desire to force myself on you
then. To drag you into my bedroom and make you fuck
me. But I knew it wouldn't be right."
"As long as it's confession time, I've got to tell you
that I was a terrible tease. Even before Dad died I
used to flaunt myself in front of you. I knew you
liked to look at me so I gave you a good show of my
tits when I bent over. You kept staring at my legs so
every time I sat in front of you I hiked up my skirt,
ran my hands over my calves, and crossed and re-
crossed them. I was a whore long enough to know my
legs are sexy. My customers liked to play with them
before they fucked me."
"I couldn't help but tease you. I would stretch my
bare legs out in front of you and turn from side to
side to make sure you got a good view. Then I would
cross them slowly. Even I liked the feeling of my calf
slithering across the opposite knee. You would look
hard at my little leg show and run to your room to
masturbate."
"I missed having Dad play with my legs. Dad's caresses
really turned me on. A few touches of his hands would
have me quivering. In the evenings after he died I
would have a few drinks, then sit on the floor next to
my bed and play with my beautiful legs. I would raise
one leg on the bed and run my hands over it, kneading
the resilient flesh, pretending that it was Dad doing
it to me. He would stroke them from ankle to pussy
until I squirmed in ecstasy. He licked me all over, my
toes, the back of my calves, the inside of my thighs."
"Thinking of Dad, I stroked my thigh and kissed my
nice calf. My hands drifted up my thigh, drawn to my
cunt by an irresistible impulse. My fingers buried
themselves inside. I was touching myself just the way
Dad used to touch me. I sucked the fleshy curved calf
into my mouth while I finger fucked myself. Whenever I
played with my legs and masturbated, I always came
quickly."
"Dad used to tell me that I was good enough to eat. A
prime cut. He was sure that if I was ever captured by
cannibals and roasted for dinner they would eat my
calves first. Like the drumstick of a turkey. Then my
thighs and my juicy pussy, saving my tits for dessert.
Maybe they would even bite my nipples off as an
appetizer. He was positive that I would taste
delicious. It was a really sick thought but I knew
that's exactly what I would do if I was a guest at the
cannibal's dinner and forced to eat a clone of
myself."
"Seeing Dad caress my body was completely erotic. I
was the star in the porn movie of our lives. Just the
thought of what he would do to me turned me on. We
would make love most of the afternoon until it was
almost time for you kids to return from school. Then
Dad and I would clean up and become a proper suburban
family again."
"After Dad died I would have opened my thighs wide for
you and let you crawl up to my crotch if only you had
tied a little harder. I was ready to let you eat my
pussy."
"I might have dragged you to my bed and fucked you but
you went away to college before I got the nerve. I was
still being a "good" mother. My own life had been
ruined by sex and I didn't want to spoil your life. If
the "other me" had been around then, she wouldn't have
waited."
I interrupted Mom's confession. "Thank you for telling
me all this. I thought that I was just being a dirty
minded kid. Watching you do yourself in your room was
one of the most beautiful things I ever saw but I was
ashamed of myself for looking. I just couldn't tear
myself away. Between that and my dreams of loving your
tits and legs, I almost wore my cock out. I must have
pumped out a gallon of spunk. But how did Eva get
involved? And what about Jane?"
"Eva went to a college in Boston instead of going away
to school. Once Eva came home unexpectedly, just like
you did, and caught me masturbating in the shower. As
long as I'm being honest, I did myself a lot and I
sort of hoped one of you kids would catch me in the
act. If you had taken advantage of me then if wouldn't
have been like contributing to the delinquency of a
minor."
"Eva is a very impulsive girl, too much like me, I'm
afraid. She didn't hesitate. She stripped off her
clothes and joined me. She dropped to her knees,
sucked my cunt and gave me the wettest climax I ever
had. We went to bed dripping wet and pawed each
other's bodies the rest of the night. It was a real
mess. I had tons of laundry to do the next day. Since
then, Eva has helped me out whenever I've really
needed it. And I've helped her out once in a while
too."
"Jane was never involved. She was so caught up in
schoolwork and reading that I don't think she ever
noticed anything out of the way. Her work at the
library kept her busy and then she moved to New York
for a publishing company job."
"The only men I knew were Dad's colleagues and a few
college students." said Mom. "His colleagues were all
older men and married. I didn't want to be accused of
breaking up a marriage. I took a couple of the
students to bed but I didn't enjoy it. They seemed
intimidated by my body and by my obvious need. The
would cum after only a few strokes and then get
embarrassed and leave. I never had a climax with any
of them. What I really needed was a man, not another
boy. Thank God you are a man. You gave me my first
real thrashing climax since Dad died. I don't know
where you learned to make love but you are really
great."
"I don't know why I'm telling you all this," said Mom.
"I just had to get it out in the open. I didn't want
you to think that you had violated a pure and
sacrosanct mother. I'm just a reformed whore. Dad knew
what I was and fucked me like a whore, not like a
saint. I like rough sex too. You can give me hickeys
and bite my tits as long as you don't hurt me too
much."
"I'm so glad that we made love today. No proper mother
should fuck her son but I'm not a proper mother. I've
wanted you in me for such a long time. It seemed much
easier to do after I got sick. Everything seems easier
now. If my body wants to do something, it does it.
There is no little voice inside me telling me that it
isn't right. I get aroused so easily. Dad always
thought that I was a hot little number but I seem to
be much hotter now. When you came in I was on fire.
I needed to fuck you so badly that I was almost
shaking. So I let my body do it. Not that I could have
stopped it. She does what she wants. But this time we
both wanted the same thing. It was great. Better than
great, fantastic. Now I, no, we want to fuck you
again."
Mom stood up and took my sandwich out of my hand. I
opened my mouth to protest. She stepped up close and
silenced me by shoving her fleshy nipple between my
lips. It was a full mouthful.
"If you are still hungry nibble on that for a while.
It always satisfies me." She paused for a moment,
hands pressing my head against her breast. "That's
right. Chew it nicely. Maybe even a little harder. I
love having your mouth on my tit. We have the rest of
the day ahead of us. I see that your cock is getting
hard again. Come back to the bedroom. I need you
inside me again."
So we went back for round two. Mom and I wrapped
ourselves around each other. This time Mom asked me to
really work over her breasts while I fucked her
gently. She told me that her big sensitive boobies
were her favorite toys. Mom said she could make
herself cum if she played with them long enough. She
would fondle her titties and stroke them. When she
excited herself enough she would touch her pussy and
she would climax.
She wanted me to suck and chew her titties so that she
could pretend that she was nursing me. She said that
she missed having that opportunity when I was growing
up. She even asked me to bite her nipples a bit. It
would help the illusion because babies often bite when
they nurse.
"Let me show you how I like it." she said. She bent
one breast up so that her tongue could reach the
nipple. Then she put both hands around the middle of
the boob and squeezed until the end bulged. She ran
her tongue in circles around the base of the nipple,
flicking it back and forth. When the nipple enlarged
she maneuvered the tip between her lips, grasped it
with her teeth and pulled on it to an obscene length.
Eventually her lips engulfed the nipple and much of
the large aureole and she lightly chewed the entire
end of her tit. She licked and sucked the swollen
nipple until her body began to shake.
"That's how I like it," Mom said. "It feels wonderful.
I makes me feel so hot. Do my other tit the same way.
Don't be too gentle. Nipples are tough. Babies chew on
them all the time."
So Mom and I cooperated on making love to her tits.
Mom sucked on one of her big boobs while I did its
sister. All the while my penis was deep in Mom's cunt
as our hips moved in synchrony. I could feel a
tightness in my groin and I knew that I couldn't hold
out much longer.
"Wouldn't it be great if you made me pregnant." Mom
said as she pressed her swollen nipple and much of her
aureole into my mouth with her fingers, "Then I could
really nurse you while you fucked me. Not much chance
of that though. It's the wrong time of the month. But
don't stop fucking me when you suck. It feels so good
in both places. Fuck me harder. I think you are going
to make me cum again. Oh yes! I'm definitely going to
have an orgasm. I can feel it starting. My pussy is on
fire. Oh yes. It feels so good. Fuck me harder. I'm
becoming all cunt. I'm your cunt. Oh thank you David.
I'm cumming. I'M CUMMING!"
As she talked, Mom slipped her moistened finger deep
into my anus and pressed my prostate gland. No one had
ever done that to me before. It was like an electric
shock to my genitals. I had an explosive climax. I
swear I ejaculated a pint of cum into her vagina.
Mom shuddered through still another climax. As did I.
It was a big one. Her nipples seemed to swell even
more, her hips flailed against mine and her cunt
gripped my penis. I was amazed at her ability to carry
on a coherent conversation while her body was shaking
in ecstasy. She told me of the feelings in her body,
her excitement, her arousal, and finally her
approaching orgasm like a play by play announcer
describing a ball game.
We fucked for what seemed like hours. It was a sexual
marathon. First Mom had a climax, then me, then Mom
again. The climaxes were small, but real. I could feel
Mom's calves against my back, pulling me in with each
stroke. That seemed to give our fucking an extra
stimulus and I drove into Mom's cunt until I could
feel the head of my prick battering her cervix. Mom
clutched me even tighter. She said that she had never
been penetrated so fully. Mom came. And then came
again. I had very little sperm left in my balls but my
penis jerked in one dry climax after another.
Finally both of us got in synchronization again. Hips
and hands moved together. My cock drove in as Mom's
hips rose to meet it. Mom squeezed her muscular legs
around my torso as my hands gripped her thighs. Her
full calves beat a tattoo on my back. I bit so hard on
her tit that I was sure I would leave tooth marks all
around the areola. The pain and pleasure reinforced
each other. She had never felt her tit so well used.
Just before we both climaxed together Mom literally
shouted "David, I'm going to cum again. God! I'm going
to have another orgasm. Right now. I'M HAVING AN
ORGASM NOW!" Just as she uttered these words I felt
her body stiffen and shake as she came. My tit stuffed
mouth couldn't say anything as my body exploded in a
shuddering climax.
Passions temporarily sated, we fondled and sucked
every protruding body part. Mom held my head close to
her, shifting my mouth from boob to boob while I
nibbled on her slightly rough nipples. We were fucked
out but our bodies kept moving gently, sort of like a
jog around the track after a long race. Our genitals
didn't seem to want to let go of each other. We lay in
each other's arms, hugging and fondling, for nearly
half an hour.
As if on a signal our bodies started moving to the
tune of a final dance. My penis stroked Mom's cunt.
Her cunt kissed and sucked my penis. We moved faster.
Our bodies responded and we each had very nice
climaxes. They were relaxed and pleasant, and
extremely satisfying. I was in awe at Mom's sexual
skills. She had been well trained. I mentally thanked
her madam. We hugged each other and kissed, both like
mother and son and like incestuous lovers. We had
shared an unexpectedly beautiful experience, a
blending of maternal, filial, and sexual love.
Just before I took my departure Mom said "I'm sorry I
took advantage of you. It was wonderful."
"You didn't take advantage of me at all," I said. "I
adore you and I'm happy that it happened. I'm also
glad that you told me about your past. Does anyone
else know about you?"
"Well," Mom said. "I told Eva, of course. In just
general terms. Not all the details. But not Jane. I
felt it would shock her. Dean of Students Scotia knows
but I didn't have to tell her. She was one of my
regular clients when I was only 14. All I remembered
about her was that she tipped me well when I ate her
pussy. She never abused me but she was a real
screamer. Everyone in the whorehouse knew when she
came. She recognized me when Dad joined the faculty
but neither of us has ever said anything about it. But
you, now you know all about me. I hope it won't change
your feelings towards me. I want you to know that I
love you dearly. You are truly the son I wish I had.
And an absolutely great lover. You can cum in me - -
oops, I mean come over at any time. I would simply
love it."
I kissed her and started to leave. I had booked a room
for the night at the college alumni club and I had
some meetings early the following morning.
"Don't be a stranger," Mom said as I walked down the
short path.
As I walked home, I tried to wrap my mind around what
had happened this afternoon. I had discovered that my
Mom was a very sensual woman, a former prostitute,
with enormous sexual appetites. I was in the thrall of
her sexuality and we had fucked to the limit of our
capabilities. I had ravished her body as she had mine.
I had sucked her juices and she had swallowed my
sperm. We had shuddered through orgasm after orgasm.
But she was still my Mom. She had raised me from a
baby and I loved her dearly. I will not change my
behavior to her in public but certainly our private
relationship will be different.
Considering Mom's illness I felt I should be closer to
home. I wanted to transfer to a medical school closer
to Boston. That is normally difficult but I was lucky.
The chief administrator of a prestigious local medical
school had been one of Dad's friends and pulled
strings to arrange a transfer. My grades had been good
and I would even receive all my credits. I would have
to live in a college dorm. That was no real problem. I
could get home weekends and was available for
emergencies.
Mom often surprised me on my birthday or on holidays
with an intense and very satisfying afternoon in bed.
She said it was easier and far more fun than baking a
cake. I guess we both felt that it was unseemly for
mother and son to be seen as actual lovers but I never
felt any guilt about fucking Mom. I thought of it as
therapy. I rationalized that I was just helping her
get the maximum pleasure from her body. It certainly
pleased me.
She also served as a therapist for me as well. Mom
allowed me to relive the scenes of my childhood,
helping me to act out my fantasies. Once I entered her
apartment to find her sitting on the couch, legs
crossed, reading a book. She was wearing a sweater and
a tight denim miniskirt very similar to the ones she
had worn years ago. Maybe they were even the same
ones. As I looked she slowly uncrossed her legs and
re-crossed them in the other direction, making sure
that I had ample opportunity to see that she wasn't
wearing panties.
The soft sound that her legs made as thigh slithered
over thigh when she crossed her legs instantly
regressed me to my horny teen years. She had recreated
the scene perfectly. Her full calf, pressed over the
opposite knee, made the most sensuous curve. Mom's
muscular thighs stretched the seams of her tight
skirt. I was still obsessed with the pure sexuality of
Mom's legs.
My cock got instantly hard. When I masturbated as a
teen I imagined licking her legs and squeezing their
sensuous curves around my cock. I fantasized burying
my face between her thighs, working my way up to take
care of what was between them. I never dared act on my
youthful fantasies. Now I would do it.
I dropped to my knees in front of her and crawled up
to her legs. Mom continued to read as if nothing
unusual was happening. I pressed my face against her
full calf sucking the flesh into my mouth. Her skin
tasted slight salty, just as I had Imagined. My hands
kneaded her legs from ankle to knee. When I reached
her knees I spread them apart to open her thighs. Mom
seemed to ignore my touches. She turned a page in her
book.
Moving closer I raised her skirt, and ran my face up
her thighs to her crotch. There it was. The pussy I
had longed to invade in my teen years. It was already
wet and fragrant with the scent of a few drops of
perfume that she had thoughtfully applied. I pushed
her thighs apart enough to plant a kiss on her pussy
lips and thrust my tongue into her waiting vulva. Mom
closed her legs around my head and pulled me closer.
I sucked her cunt for almost an hour. Licking up her
copious juices, nibbling her clitoris. Mom didn't move
her body but every few minutes I felt her vibrate and
spasm, her thighs pressing even tighter around my
head. To my embarrassment, I could feel myself cumming
in my pants. Eventually I came up for air.
Mom was still sitting as she was when I entered the
apartment, save for the fact that she had dropped the
book. She slowly removed both hands from under her
sweater. Her engorged nipples made big bulges in the
fabric.
I was exhausted both physically and mentally. My
tongue was tired. Mom put her arms around me and
raised me to the couch. She laid me back, unzipped my
fly and licked my wet, now soft, cock clean. With the
touch of her hands and mouth my cock soon stiffened
enough for Mom to nibble and suck me to another
climax. It was a very satisfactory blow job.
A week later I arrived at her apartment for a planned
Sunday lunch. Just as happened almost a decade ago I
heard moaning sounds coming from Mom's bedroom. Mom
was naked on the bed, face flushed and hair tousled,
one hand holding a big breast, the wet fingers of the
other moving in and out of her cunt. Her legs flailed
around in her typical pre-orgasmic dance. I stared at
Mom's writhing naked body. She was lovely.
I was transfixed by the sight. She was apparently
stimulating her body to a climax. And I felt a slight
pang of disappointment. She had invited me to spend
the afternoon with her under the implication that we
would eventually end up in bed. Had she forgotten?
Mom's motions became more frantic. She squeezed the
breast she was holding tightly. The nipple and areola
expanded. Then both hands were in her cunt, moving
almost violently. One hand thrust in and out of her
vagina, the other moved on her clitoris. As before, I
saw her legs extend and become stiff, the muscles in
her thighs etched in sharp detail. I watched her
beautiful calves contract as she pointed her toes. It
was obvious that she would climax in a few moments.
Then she stopped. Mom turned to me, held out her arms,
and smiled.
"Come in and join me," she said. "I was getting myself
ready for you." She placed her hand on her pussy.
"This is your lunch. Fuck me first, then eat me."
I quickly doffed my clothes and almost dove on her
body, prick in wet cunt. Mom's sex show had so primed
us both that we came in seconds. Then I had my lunch.
Later, while sitting around having coffee, I asked Mom
about why she was trying to recreate my teen aged
fantasies.
"I'm just trying to get closure," she replied. "Both
yours and mine. You may think that they were only your
fantasies but they were mine as well. We get so few
opportunities for "do overs" in life. I always
wondered what things would have been like if I had
allowed myself to act exactly the way I wanted. If I
had opened my legs to you when you tried to look up my
skirt or if I had welcomed you into my room when you
saw me masturbating. I think I know now. I would have
loved to have you eat my pussy and fuck me years ago
but I think it was better for you that I waited. You
turned out to be a fine man."
"But sometimes I shudder to think of what might have
happened if things had been slightly different. If
Dad's buddies had not taken him to the whorehouse I
might have lived my life as a prostitute and ended up
on the streets as an old hooker."
"In a way I'm even grateful for my illness. I can act
the way I want and blame it all on the "other me." If
I want to give myself a climax when I'm cooking
dinner, I can just do it. I don't have to apologize to
anybody."
"A couple of days ago I was getting a bite to eat in
the kitchen and I had an overwhelming need for a
climax. It came on very suddenly without advance
warning. My cunt demanded to be pleasured instantly
and I was totally unprepared. Usually when I "do"
myself I go to my bedroom or bathroom where I have a
soft bed or couch and a washcloth to wipe up my pussy
juices. But there was no time.
I grabbed the first phallic looking object I saw from
the refrigerator, a long cucumber. I quickly dropped
my jeans, pulled aside my panties, and plunged the
cucumber into my vagina. Then I collapsed on a kitchen
chair. I stared in disbelief at the end of the
cucumber sticking out from my cunt. It was almost a
foot long and my cunt had swallowed most of it."
"It felt really good. The cucumber was cold and
soothing. It gave my hot vagina a moment of relief. I
grabbed the end to pull it out. As I pulled, the
little bumps on the cucumber rubbed my pussy lips and
clitoris. The feeling was wonderful. It felt so
different from my fingers. So I pushed the cucumber
back inside me and pulled it out. Again the wonderful
feeling. I did it over and over. It filled me fully.
It was almost like getting fucked with a cock. I loved
it."
"I worked the cucumber in and out, staring at it all
the while. I was astounded at what I was doing to
myself. I had never fucked myself with a vegetable
before. My legs stretched in front of me and started
shaking. My thighs were getting rigid. I could hardly
believe that I was fucking myself with a cucumber and
how good it felt."
"Of course I had an orgasm. A big one. The cucumber
was still inside me when I climaxed. My full cunt made
the orgasm something special. I didn't even have to
touch my tits. After I came I pulled the cucumber out.
It was covered with my pussy juices. I intended to
wash it off but I was still hungry so I took a little
bite off the end. My pussy juices make a great salad
dressing. So I sliced the cucumber up and ate it. It
was like eating a lover. The "other me" must be a
really sick puppy."
"But I can't blame what I did today or last week's leg
show on the other me. They were both something I badly
wanted to do for myself and for you. You can't imagine
how much I regretted teasing you so much in those
years. After Dad died it wouldn't have cost me
anything to let you have me. You were the only man on
my life. I was so tempted that I almost did it. I just
didn't want to screw up your life the way that I had
almost screwed up mine."
"You turned out OK though. But my years of teasing you
always made me feel a bit guilty. I thought by
actually participating in your fantasies I might get
rid of some of my guilt. Not a chance. I loved what we
did these last weeks. I'm sure we both would have
enjoyed it years ago too. Maybe even too much. I'm not
sure I could have survived allowing you to leave and
go away to college."
"So any time you have a fantasy you want to explore or
you want to repeat some of the old ones, or even do
something new and kinky, just come over and do it to
me. Whatever you do, I'm sure I will love it. If it's
really kinky, I know that my other body will want you
to do it to her. She really enjoys weird stuff."
I did have sort of an incestual relationship by having
a sexual fling with my stepsister Eva. It was totally
unplanned. Mom asked me to come over to give me a
birthday present but called me to tell me that she
would have to work late at the Y filling in for
another aerobics teacher whose baby was sick. She
would be delayed. I told her that I would wait. When I
entered Mom's apartment unannounced, I found Eva lying
on Mom's couch pleasuring herself. That's a nice way
of saying it. She was masturbating furiously.
Her skirt was raised and her blouse was open. Both her
breasts were fully exposed. I watched for a few
minutes as she squeezed an ample tit with one hand and
flailed her cunt with the other. One of her dancer's
legs was raised on the cushions on the back of the
couch. The other was on the floor exposing a juicy
pussy. Her pussy really was beautiful. Her vaginal
lips framed the tight pink passage that her fingers
were invading. Every stroke rubbed her swollen
clitoris. Each time she touched it her legs twitched
and she let out a slight gasp.
Eventually she realized that I was in the room. She
looked directly at me and smiled. But she didn't stop
finger fucking herself. In fact she angled her pussy
towards me so that I could get a better view. Eva was
always very uninhibited about sex. Anything worth
doing was worth doing in public.
"Mom asked me to come over to pick up a birthday
present," said Eva. "She called to say she would be
late."
I had almost forgotten that Eva and I had birthdays on
the same day.
"I got bored waiting so I decided to do something more
fun." Eva shuddered a bit and her legs quivered. I
could see the muscles in her thighs tense. Then she
said, without missing a beat, "Hang around, David. I'm
going to cum soon. Then we can talk. Why don't you
help bring me off. Lick my clit the way you used to. I
would love it."
While she talked Eva's hand worked furiously on her
cunt while the other rolled her bulging nipple. Her
body jerked and spasmed and her legs moved in a sexual
dance on the bed. I could hear the liquid sounds her
fingers made as she thrust them in and out of her
vulva. Yet her speech sounded almost normal with no
trace of the sexual tension which was wracking her
body. She was one of those people who could have an
orgasm while carrying on a coherent conversation about
a totally unrelated subject. Just like Mom. It boggled
my imagination. When I was in the throes of passion,
all I could think about was fucking. My mind had no
room for anything else.
Eva spread her legs still further and beckoned me to
come over. She removed her hand and raised her hips to
elevate her pubis. I leaned over and licked her pussy,
paying special attention to the clitoris. I remembered
that she liked me to do that. Her pussy juices tasted
like Mom's. I sucked her swollen clit until I felt her
body stiffen and tense in an orgasm. When she climaxed
she put her arms around me and clutched me to her.
"Thank you David," she gasped. "That was nice. I was
just amusing myself. I got tired of waiting for Mom to
get home." Eva was breathing hard. It had been a
significant climax.
We relaxed while Eva recovered. She sat up on the bed,
shrugged a bit and brushed her hair out of her face.
Then it was family news catch up time as we talked of
everything that had happened since we last saw each
other. Eva seemed completely oblivious to her
appearance. Her breasts were still hanging out of her
blouse and her cunt was dripping. We talked about our
various career paths.
Eva was now a reporter for a major communications
network, a pretentious name for the local TV and radio
station. She asked how I was getting along with med
school and about my social life. I told her that med
students didn't have time for social life. I didn't
mention my weekends with Mom. If Mom wanted to tell
her, she would.
Eva was amazed about how much I had grown since she
played with me as a child. While we talked she slowly
removed both her blouse and skirt. It was a very
sensuous strip tease. Eva wondered how I had matured
but I could see that she had matured very well. Her
breasts had grown from apple sized to grapefruit sized
and her nipples were as big as small acorns. At the
rate her breasts were growing she would look just like
her mother in a few years. And that's not bad. Her
pubis was covered with soft fuzzy down-like hair. I
could see her still swollen pink pussy lips between
her legs. By this time I was rock hard. Never mind
that she was my sister. A stiff cock doesn't care. Eva
was very seductive. After what seemed an eternity of
teasing she opened my fly.
She played with my penis like a child with a new toy,
examining it closely and touching it all over. Holding
my cock with one hand she grasped her naked breast
with the other and rubbed her engorged nipple against
the cock head. She flipped her nipple back and forth
with her finger, stroking my cock, masturbating me
with her tit. No one had ever done that to me before.
It felt very nice. Unusual, but nice. Little drops of
pre-cum emerged from the cock head which she swept up
with her finger. She put the finger in her mouth,
tasting my emission. She must have remembered our teen
explorations because she lowered her head, wrapped her
lips around my cock, and started gently sucking.
"You taste nice, brother of mine. One good suck
deserves another. Cum for me. I want your cum." Eva's
lips and tongue worked my prick so skillfully that I
gushed a tablespoon of sperm into her mouth. She
swallowed it with relish, obviously enjoying the
taste.
I started to soften but she continued sucking and
chewing the head of my cock and used her hands on the
shaft. Thanks to Eva's attention, I was soon hard
again.
"Put it inside me." she said. "I wanted you to fuck me
since we were teens. Too bad we never got the chance.
But I've got your cock in my hands now and I won't let
you get away until you fuck me."
How could I resist that invitation? I disrobed and sat
next to her on Mom's couch.
"OK," she said. "You're ready. Stick it in and ride
me. Fuck me so hard I can't stand." She simply sat
astride me and guided my cock into her vagina. She was
warm, wet, and very tight. A cunt to die for. What
else could I do but fuck her.
As her voracious cunt gripped my cock I got carried
away. I had almost forgotten how turned on I was by
our erotic play as teens. But my body remembered. Eva
shoved her tit into my mouth. "Suck me! Bite me! Fuck
me! Bite harder, I want your tooth marks on my tit."
Not only was she getting to look like Mom but she
shared many of Mom's sexual predilections. I bit as
hard as I dared, even tasting a little blood. She
certainly would remember this fuck tomorrow. At least
her breast would.
Our intense fuck made up for years of wasted
opportunity. Pent up desire drove our bodies with such
energy that we exploded in a simultaneous orgasm
within just a few minutes. Eva spasmed violently just
as I ejaculated explosively into her cunt. I'm sure
half the apartments in the development could hear our
climactic screams.
"We should have done this when we were kids. I would
have been your sex slave. I would have loved to have
your babies. All I ever wanted was to have you fuck
me. Instead I wasted all that time being groped by
anonymous guys in college. I wasn't lucky enough to
find a boyfriend to marry like Mom did. The only way I
could have regular orgasms was by masturbation, just
like you saw when you came in. Mom said that I really
needed a man."
"Mom insisted that I make love to you. She said that
you were absolutely great in bed."
So I guess Mom told her that I was a motherfucker
after all.
"And you certainly are great in bed, David. You should
have paid more attention to your family. I really
wanted you myself but I'm so glad you got together
with Mom. She seems much happier now." After this
faint reproach she joked that I was a better lover
than Mom had described.
Eva's confession confirmed my suspicion that she and
Mom gave each other climaxes on a regular basis. I had
a quick and very erotic mental image of Mom and Eva
going 69 on each other. Mom's veiled suggestion of a
threesome became much more enticing. There is much to
be said for a close knit family.
Eva and I did it two more times that afternoon. Once
with me on top, once with Eva on top. Both fucks were
more relaxed but were supremely enjoyable. Between
times Eva and I examined her tits, kissing them to
make them feel better. They were very nice tits. The
aureoles were large and pink. Her nipples were still
swollen from their hard use a couple of minutes
earlier. While I explored her breasts in the guise of
inspecting them for damage she fondled my cock. There
were impressions of my teeth around the aureole of one
breast and even a spot where the skin had been
pierced.
I hadn't quite bitten into the flesh but under Eva's
encouragement I had come close. Both breasts had
finger bruises, whether from my hands or Eva's I can't
say. Both of us had mauled her tits during our
passion. Eva definitely would carry my brand for a
couple of days but there was no sign of permanent
damage. Still, I better be careful around her
toothsome titties in the future. I gained a real
appreciation of my sister's erotic capabilities that
afternoon.
Mom never did show up that day. I have the suspicion
that she arranged the visit as a mutual birthday gift,
giving me to Eva and Eva to me. It would have been
completely in Mom's character.
Eventually Eva and Mom and I did have that threesome.
This time it was for Mom's birthday. Jane had moved to
New York to accept a position as an editor for a
publishing house so she couldn't attend.
The two of us wished Mom a happy birthday. All of us
were aware that it might be her last. Eva kissed Mom
and Mom kissed Eva. By this time both women were
hugging and crying. I came over and they grasped me
into a three way hug. Despite my intention to be
sympathetic and caring, I felt my erection rising.
Soon I had a massive hard on. How could I not in the
arms of the two women I loved most in the world. I
felt a hand reach down and hold it but I couldn't tell
whose hand it was.
Finally Eva said, "It's getting late. I think we
should all go to bed."
We sat around and talked for a while, mostly about
casual things, yet the 600 pound gorilla in the room
was the realization that in a little while I would
probably have my cock in Eva's cunt while she would be
eating out Mom's pussy. Or perhaps it would be the
other way around, I would have my cock in Mom's cunt
while she ate Eva's pussy. But how to get started?
Eva was the practical one, as she usually was. "Mom,"
she said, "why don't you start by undressing David and
me. While you are taking our clothes off, you can
decide what you want to do next."
Mom took another gulp of her drink and rose, slightly
unsteadily, to her feet. I'm sure the wine didn't
affect her yet so it must have been the emotionality
of the situation. She approached me and started to
unbutton my shirt. I helped with the hard buttons but
she did most of the work. Within a minute she had it
unfastened.
"While you step out of those clothes, David, I'll work
on Eva."
Eva was easier. All she was wearing was a loose blouse
over her bra, a skirt, and some panties. Mom was used
to woman's clothes and had her undressed in a few
seconds. She unsnapped the bra and Eva's breasts swung
free, glad, I'm sure, not to be confined any more.
Then Mom, shrugged off her own clothes. Nudity was not
a big deal in our family but it was still odd for me
to see the two women I lusted after standing buck
naked in the same room without any idea of what to do
next.
Again Eva solved the problem. She looked at Mom's
lovely mounds, then reached out her hands and grasped
a breast. Her fingers sunk into the elastic tissue as
she slowly pulled the boob toward her face. Mom didn't
move. She just stood still waiting to see where Eva's
fancy led her. Eva engulfed the nipple in her mouth
and started sucking. Mom put her hand around Eva's
head and held her close. After about a minute of
sucking, Eva released Mom's breast, then looked
closely at it. The wet nipple was engorged and the
areola had become bumpy.
Mom took a step backward, bent over slightly, then put
one hand on Eva's mound while the other cradled my
balls and cock. It was almost as if she couldn't
decide whom to do first. It must have been an odd
sight. The three of us were nude, standing in a
semicircle like statues in a Grecian garden. Mom had a
hand in each of our public areas. She was working my
cock with her fingers and rapidly making me hard.
I couldn't see but I could sense that she had some of
the fingers of her other hand in Eva's cunt. In a
sense, she was giving me a hand job and finger fucking
Eva. I had the feeling that Mom would, if she could,
give both of us orgasms at the same time.
Eva, very perceptive Eva, immediately understood the
nature of Mom's dilemma. Mom wanted both of us in the
worst way but she was afraid that if she fucked me
first, Eva would get jealous, and if she fucked Eva
first, I would get jealous.
"Mom," Eva said, "there is no need to decide which of
us to do first. Remember that in a threesome, we all
do it to each other together. The main rule is not to
leave anyone out. Each person should try to get the
other two to make love to each other. The best part is
when we all can make each other cum at the same time.
Let's all get on the bed and we will see what
happens." I'll never know where Eva picked up such
nuggets of wisdom and I was almost afraid to ask.
Bowing to the logic of Eva's approach, Mom squeezed
my, by now, fully erect penis and removed her fingers
from Eva's cunt. Reluctantly letting go of our private
parts she lay down on the large bed.
Mom was as fantastically lovely as I remembered her.
Her legs were still firm, well-shaped, and very, very
sexy. Her skin firm without a wrinkle. Her body had
changed only slightly with the years but her breasts
had become objects of classic beauty since she stopped
nursing. To my regret I wouldn't be able to suck milk
out of them anymore but they would be wonderful to
caress.
Eva said teasingly, "How about if we both make love to
you at the same time? I'll start by loving you above
the waist while David will love you below. Or would
you rather I did the left side and David did the right
side? Then we can switch positions. Is that OK?" Eva
winked at me and I nodded my assent. I was really glad
that Eva had a sense of humor even about sex.
"I think that either would be great," said Mom
seriously, "but if I really get to decide, this is
what I want. Eva, I remember sucking your pussy from
our last time together. Your juices taste wonderful.
So while I play with your tits, I want you to sit over
me so that I can suck your cunt until you climax. And
David, while I'm sucking Eva, I want you to do the
same to me. Put your head between my thighs, suck me
and finger fuck me, and when you feel me getting
really hot, I want you to jam your big cock into me
and fuck me for all I'm worth. If we do it right, we
can all cum at the same time. Won't that be great? And
then when we get done, we can all take turns doing
each other."
Eva sat down on the bed and put her arms around Mom,
kissing her on the mouth. Mom's hands found Eva's
breasts and started kneading them gently. She raised
one to her mouth and tongued the nipple. Eva held
Mom's head to her breast with one hand and lowered the
other until it could touch her mound. Her outstretched
fingers stroked Mom's cunt lips. Then Eva shifted her
body and gently placed her pussy over Mom's lips.
In the meantime I loved and kissed Mom's beautiful
legs until they started to move in what I recognized
was a pre-orgasmic dance. Then I crawled between them
and worked my hands up her thighs. I remembered that
the inside of Mom's thighs were very sensitive. My
memory was good. As I fondled the soft flesh on the
inside of her thighs she started to squirm.
Mom wrapped her muscular legs around me and tried to
pull me up to her cunt. When I got there I found Eva's
hand stroking Mom's outer pussy lips. Eva removed her
hand and guided my head into place. Without missing a
beat, my tongue replaced Eva's fingers on Mom's labia.
I could faintly hear her moan with pleasure even
through my head was buried between her strong thighs.
After a few more minutes of sucking and nibbling,
Mom's cunt was sopping. Her juices flowed freely and
were quite delicious.
Mom's pussy lips were swollen and her clit was
protruding like a tiny cock. I teased her clitoris
with my tongue then wrapped my lips around it and
started sucking. As I caressed her clit with my lips
and teeth, her thighs closed tighter around my head
squeezing me in time with each suck. It was as if
Mom's body was talking to me through her legs,
encouraging me to work her clitoris harder. But I
didn't want to give her a climax yet. I wanted my cock
inside her when she came. I felt that it was time for
a real fuck.
I gently pried Mom's thighs apart, even though she
tried to hold me close, and rose to a kneeling
position between her legs. My prick was exactly level
with her cunt. Mom wrapped her legs around my butt and
pulled me toward her with her full sexy calves. I
rubbed the end of my cock against her clit to moisten
it slightly, although I was leaking pre-cum like a
faucet.
A final thrust of Mom's legs pulled me right into her
welcoming vagina, the first time I had been in her for
several months. It felt wonderful. I knew that I would
have to concentrate on not cumming too soon otherwise
I would blow my wad on the spot.
On my knees, I could see over Mom's body. Her hands
were holding Eva's breasts from behind. Eva was
straddling her face while Mom was avidly licking and
sucking her cunt. It was an isosceles triangle of sex,
Eva on one side, me on the other, and Mom at the base
connecting both of us. Eva and I looked at each other,
reached out and held hands. I could see from her face
that she enjoyed Mom's eating out her cunt immensely.
Eva's body started twitching as Mom started licking
her clitoris. One twitch for each lick. Eva's eyes got
glazed and an energized look passed over her face. She
appeared as she did just before a climax when we
fucked. "Are you nearly there?" I asked. Eva nodded.
She licked her lips. I don't think that she was in a
condition to speak.
The way Mom was moving and twisting her body showed
that she was on the verge of orgasm too. There was no
need to hold back my climax any longer. I began
driving my hard cock into Mom's cunt assisted by the
motion of her legs around my body. Every time I would
move back, she would flex her legs and pull me
forward. In a sense, she was fucking herself with my
cock. It was attached to me but she was moving it in
and out.
Eva had passed beyond the glazed state and was on the
verge of cumming. She placed my hands on her tits over
Mom's hands. "David, Mom" she managed to utter.
"Squeeze hard."
We both grasped Eva's tits. I helped Mom squeeze them
in time with the motion of her legs. We were all in
sync with each other. Mom's tongue on Eva's clitoris,
Mom's legs pulling my cock into her cunt, our fingers
on Eva's nipples. We were all rising to a climax
simultaneously. The feeling in my prick was
overwhelming. I could feel my sperm bursting out. It
was a massive cum.
Eva, gasped and shuddered while I watched. She threw
her head back and screamed "Yes, yes! I'm cumming!"
And Mom literally spasmed under us. Her body twisted
and turned. She screamed I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING. She
breathed deeply as she came down from her high. Her
face was flushed. Finally she freed her mouth from
Eva's cunt and said "That was fantastic. I've never
ever cum so hard. I love both of you so much. Thank
you, thank you both."
Over the next year Mom's condition gradually
deteriorated. We had a repeat of our three way to
celebrate the Christmas holiday. We both brought Mom
presents. Mine was a collection of her favorite music
burned on a series of CDs. She could put them in the
player and have a continuous background of melody for
at least 24 hours before the series would repeat.
Eva's gift was more practical. She brought Mom a
couple of high quality vibrators and a big box of
batteries.
But by this time Mom was almost out of it. Not
physically. She was fastidious about her fitness and
personal hygiene. While she didn't teach classes any
more, she worked out daily on an exercise machine. Eva
and I wouldn't let her jog in the park, not because we
were afraid of her injuring herself but because she
might accost and try to seduce a fellow runner. So she
did her running on a treadmill.
Mom showered morning and evening, brushed her hair
daily, and kept the apartment neat. Eva organized a
life support team for Mom. She arranged for a maid
service to do the heavy cleaning chores, and got the
local supermarket to deliver a variety of healthy
foodstuffs.
From the neck down Mom was the perfect woman. To my
mind she was absolutely beautiful. She hadn't seemed
to age a day from the time we kids were teen agers.
Her figure was magnificent. Large breasts, a tiny
waist which flared out into full hips, and wonderfully
sexy legs. Her skin was clear with nary a blemish or a
wrinkle.
The changes were mostly internal. She looked as lovely
and sexy as ever but she had great difficulty
remembering things for more than a few minutes. Her
behavior grew more and more uninhibited, almost
wanton. Her life revolved around getting sexual
satisfaction. Every time I visited her she would kiss
me and hustle me off to her bedroom. She would strip
off my clothes and fuck me with almost manic
intensity.
It was almost as if she was afraid that it would be
the last time. She was the aggressor. She would suck
my cock until it became hard then climb on top of me
with my cock in her cunt. A mountain of breast was
shoved into my mouth. She rode up and down on my prick
like a child on a hobby horse, crying "Suck me, fuck
me, suck me, fuck me!" It didn't take long before she
started screaming "I'M CUMMING!"
And we both came, her cunt draining my cock like a
dairy milking machine sucks milk out of a cow's teat.
Then we would talk. After about half an hour of light
conversation she would ask "Why don't you fuck me?" My
emissions and her juices were still dripping out of
her vagina and she had already forgotten. If we didn't
make love in a few minutes, she would start caressing
her own body eventually progressing to a full-fledged
masturbation.
I would watch her pull and suck her big tits,
squeezing them until the ends bulged. Her nipples
turned bright red. She grasped her nipples and
stretched her boobs until I was afraid she would tear
them off her body. She would pull a boob to her mouth,
sucking and chewing, her cheeks hollowing and filling
as she tried to suck milk from the dry teat.
Soon her hands gravitated to her cunt. Her fingers
started moving in and out of her vagina, faster and
faster. The squishy sounds of her forceful
masturbation were accompanied by her throaty moans.
She twisted her clitoris violently. Her hips started
moving. Her legs shook and she shuddered to a climax.
It was like watching Mom perform in a particularly
explicit porn video. I was always aroused by the sight
but sometimes I was unable to comply with her needs.
Half an hour later she had forgotten she had done it.
Mom's condition was medically unusual. It was not
nymphomania. She had no need to couple with random
people. Nor was it Persistent Sexual Arousal Syndrome.
In PSAS sufferers are forced to give themselves
repeated orgasms without any satisfaction. Mom truly
enjoyed her orgasms and got plenty of satisfaction
from them. Rather it seemed to be a combination of a
total loss of inhibition combined with a decline in
short term memory. Mom had become all libido. She
wanted and needed the pleasure of the climaxes. They
gave her full enjoyment. But then she forgot that she
had had them.
I remembered Mom's words vividly from her confession
about her life as a prostitute. "I was obsessed with
making myself cum. I would pull and twist my clitoris
with all my strength, ignoring the pain to force
myself to a climax. I was raping myself just like my
clients used to rape me. But I couldn't stop. I wanted
to dive into my cunt and never come out. I wanted to
forget about the world and have a perpetual orgasm for
the rest of my life."
Mom had succeeded in achieving her goal. She was
raping herself just as she used to when she was a teen
aged whore. Her life had become a series of orgasms.
Eva and I tried our best to satisfy Mom's needs. On
weekends we would meet in Mom's apartment, chat for a
while, then take her to bed. We would remove Mom's
clothes and then Eva and I would undress. False
modesty would just get in the way of what we were
going to do. I always enjoyed the sight of Mom and Eva
together. Mom, the classic beauty. Eva, the nubile
seductress. To my eyes the two most desirable women in
the world.
Eva and I would stroke Mom, handle and suck her
beautiful tits, caress her legs, and lick her juicy
vagina. Mom turned her face alternately to both of us,
pure love in her eyes. Then she would close her eyes
and start moving her body as the erotic sensations
possessed her. Mom's own hands assisted ours. She was
being loved by a threesome again, Eva, me, and Mom
herself. Every once in a while she would extend her
hand and caress one of our body parts, my penis, Eva's
breast or vagina. It was as if to show us that she
wanted to make love to us as much as she wanted us to
make love to her. When Mom's body was vibrating in
passion, I would slip my penis into her cunt and
slowly fuck her. I wanted to make it last as long as I
could. she wrapped her legs around me and clutched me
tight. And then as before, she gave me a full play by
play of her arousal to ecstasy.
"Oh David," she said. "I just love it when you fuck
me. It's so nice. Make me cum David. Oh yes, you are
making me cum. You are doing it to me again. Don't
stop. I can feel your cock moving in me. My tits are
burning. Suck my tits. Bite me, chew me. Harder,
harder. Yes! That's it. I'm getting so excited. My
cunt is exploding. I'm going to cum soon. Open your
eyes and look at me. Watch me cum. I can't hide
anything from you. I'm just about to - - Yes I'm
cumming now. It's a really big one. I'M CUMMING NOW.
I'M CUMMING!"
When it was over Mom kissed me and thanked me, then
shut her eyes for a short nap. Half an hour later Eva
took over. She kissed Mom's lips then fondled her
breasts. Mom hugged Eva, then put her hand between
Eva's legs and stroked her pussy. Mom was clearly
doing Eva as much as Eva was doing her. Both appeared
to enjoy each other immensely. They had a lot of
practice at mutual satisfaction. But today was Mom's
treat.
Eva gradually lowered her head, licking an kissing
Mom's torso until her mouth was on a level with Mom's
pussy. She spread Mom's legs and tongued her swollen
labia. Mom's cunt was still wet from our earlier fuck,
her juices and my jizm leaking out. Eva didn't seem to
mind. Later she told me that it was like sucking us
both off at the same time.
Eva knew Mom's hot buttons. She drove her tongue into
Mom's cunt swirling it around like a flexible wet
prick. Mom started to writhe, Her hands mauled her own
breasts in time with Eva's tongue thrusts. I hugged
and stroked Mom while Eva sucked her cunt. Eva and I
locked eyes while we both pleasured Mom. There was
love in her eyes.
Finally she nodded slightly and I got the message. I
plunged my tongue into Mom's mouth while Eva shifted
her attentions to Mom's clit. Mom started shuddering
and vibrating. Her entire being tensed in a full body
orgasm. It was lovely. But very exhausting.
Even the two of us couldn't keep up with Mom's sexual
deeds. We would fuck her until we both had big
climaxes. Then Mom would "do" herself while we
watched. She would put on a real sex show thrashing
around naked on the bed, one hand holding her breast,
the wet fingers of the other playing with her pussy.
Her legs would flail around in a spastic dance. She
would squeeze her boob so tightly that the end bulged.
Then she would put both hands in her cunt. Her fingers
deep in her vagina.
They worked in and out, pressing and rubbing her
clitoris with each stroke. Her hands had a will of
their own. They forced her to glorious orgasms. She
gasped and moaned as she came, then turned and smiled
at us, just as if she had given us the wonderful gift
of her orgasm.
The three of us would lie on the bed together, Eva and
I on each side of Mom, fingering and stroking various
appendages. I played with Mom's tits while she toyed
with my cock. Eva's fingers were in Mom's pussy. After
a while we switched, Eva stroking my cock, Mom sucking
Eva's tits, while my hands caressed Mom's legs and
cunt. We drifted off to sleep from time to time to be
awakened only when one of our erogenous zones was
particularly well stimulated. It was a delightful
Christmas holiday.
In the evening Mom reverted to being a full time
mother. She prepared a very tasty meal and insisted
that we sit at the table and eat it properly. It must
have been quite a sight. We were still nude, and
probably a little disheveled from our earlier
exertions. But the meal was delicious. The three of us
sat around the kitchen table.
Mom rested her ample breasts on the table surface just
as she had done the first time she seduced me. She
claimed that it was more comfortable than having them
hang down to her lap. She said that her nipples would
rub against her thighs every time she moved and that
it was too distracting. On the other hand, the sight
of Mom's tits on the table certainly distracted me.
Eva was a vision of youthful beauty, a fitting
contrast to Mom's voluptuousness. She wasn't a naive
virgin no matter how pure she appeared. In fact her
sexual skills and appetites would rival those of an
experienced Parisian courtesan. I knew that I was
right when I felt Eva's extended foot caressing my
crotch. But she looked lovely. We talked as we ate,
mostly about trivial stuff. It was a delightful family
dinner. Towards the end of the meal Mom looked at us
questioningly. As if she had forgotten why we were
there. While eating our dessert, her hands gravitated
to her tits and she started rolling her nipples. It
seemed an unconscious action on her part but it
conveyed a message to Eva and me.
It was still early. Eva and I would not have to leave
for several more hours. After we washed the dishes, we
took Mom to bed again and repeated our afternoon's
activities. This time in reverse order. Eva gave Mom a
full cunnilingual climax that seemed to last for an
eternity. Mom's body tensed, every muscle outlined,
then relaxed. Tensed again, then relaxed. Tensed and
relaxed again. Eva was taking Mom on an orgiastic
roller coaster ride. Mom twisted her body from side to
side, her hands clutching Eva's head to her cunt. Her
calves tightened and her toes extended as if toe
dancing. Finally she spasmed, head and heels pressing
down on the bed to raise her body in a perfect arc.
When it was my turn I took it slowly. The respite had
stiffened my cock nicely. I lay on top of Mom moved my
penis in and out of her vagina with long strokes. My
pubis pressed against Mom's mound. I was grinding her
clitoris between our pubic bones, and her pussy began
to clutch at me, holding me tighter inside her. I felt
my cock stiffen even harder, realizing what I was
doing to her. I was massaging her clitoris with every
downward motion.
Mom enjoyed the extra stimulation. She wrapped her
legs around my back, even as I pumped her. Her hips
started moving to meet mine and every motion drove my
penis deeper into her body. She clutched me tight. Her
body started vibrating and shaking beneath mine. I
could feel her breasts pressing against my chest, her
nipples against mine. She reached her hands over our
bodies and clutched my ass cheeks, pulling me into her
with each stroke.
Mom was really writhing under me now. Her motions
became almost violent. I felt that she would throw me
off but her arms held me tight. I could feel her
muscles vibrate and tense and her legs start to
stiffen. Time seemed to stop. Mom's body became my
entire universe. All I could think about was fucking,
fucking, fucking her. She drew me, body and soul, into
her vagina. She was rising, rising to a peak. Every
muscle in her body contracted at the same time. I
could feel the earthquake of Mom's massive climax. But
we didn't stop fucking. She continued to move her hips
even after she came. Her hands and legs kept pulling
me in and out of her for several minutes after she
orgasmed.
Mom looked full in my eyes. Both love and gratitude
were in her gaze. She held me close with her arms and
legs. He thighs encircled my waist and her calves beat
a tattoo on my back. I liked having Mom wrap her
strong legs around me. It was like being encased in
her flesh.
Mom and I continued slowly fucking for the better part
of an hour. My endurance surprised Eva and it even
surprised me. As we fucked, Mom started talking.
"Thank you for loving me David. I want you so much. I
really need it. I'm glad you are making it last. I
want it to go on forever. You know how to use me. I
adore being used by you. Fuck me darling. Fuck me."
Mom lay beneath me, her welcoming body slowly rising
to match my thrusts. "I'm so tired darling but I know
that I am going to cum again. Just keep fucking me.
Don't stop. Eva dear, play with my tits while David
fucks me. You know how I like it."
Eva reached in and started massaging Mom's breasts.
They seemed to have grown even larger and fuller than
I had ever seen them. I was almost as if she was
willing milk to fill them again. But, of course it
didn't happen. Then as if someone had flipped a carnal
switch Mom started moving much faster and far more
aggressively. Her legs squeezed my body tighter. Her
cunt clutched my cock.
"Yes David. It's going to happen again. I'm going to
come again. David, you are making me cum. I love it.
I'm going to have a super orgasm. A really super
orgasm. Give it to me. Really give it to me. Fuck me
as hard as you can. Hold me tighter. Fuck me harder.
Eva bite my tits. Really bite them hard. I can feel it
happening."
As Mom talked I could sense my body responding. It was
almost as if I had no will of my own. I drove into her
as hard as I could. Harder, faster. It was like
climbing a Mount Everest of sex.
Mom screamed "I'M GOING TO CUM. MY CUNT IS EXPLODING.
I'M HAVING AN ORGASM. IT'S THE BIGGEST. THE BEST. I'M
CUMMING! I'M CUUUMMMMMING!" Mom and I exploded in
simultaneous orgasms. I've never come like that
before. Everything inside me literally flowed into
Mom.
We all collapsed on the bed. Mom fell asleep right
away. After some minutes Eva and I arose, got dressed.
We made sure Mom was comfortable before we left.
We never saw Mom alive again. The next morning I got a
call from the hospital telling me that Mom had passed
away. The cleaning maid came in the morning and found
her unresponsive, a smile on her face, and one of
Eva's gift vibrators still buzzing in her cunt. The
maid called the ambulance but Mom couldn't be revived.
The pathologist who conducted the autopsy told me that
it was a miracle that Mom survived so long after her
original diagnosis. He said that the cancer had
metastasized and her entire brain was riddled with
cancer lumps. He felt that it was a wonder that she
could still walk and talk before the end. He concluded
that she must have had a powerful reason for living.
Jane, Eva, and I mourned Mom in a small funeral. The
three of us arrived early. Mom's coffin was open. She
was 47 years old but she looked like a woman in her
early 30s. It was not undertaker's artifice. That's
the way she really looked. Clean living, daily
exercise, and good genetics had preserved her youthful
appearance. Eva, Jane and I clutched each other and
cried. We decided that it would be better to close the
coffin before the rest of the mourners arrived. The
memorial service was attended by some former
colleagues of Dad, Mom's coworkers at the fitness
center, and surprisingly, Dean of Students Scotia. She
had a tear in her eye too.
That should have been the end of the story, but it
wasn't.
Eva and I had no real reason to get together any more.
Still I found that I was calling her frequently and
she, me. We had bonded when we were mutually
pleasuring Mom and frankly we missed each other's
company. I suspect that she also missed my cock and I
knew that I missed her tits and cunt. I liked Eva a
lot. We played nicely together.
About a month after Mom's death we arranged a dinner
meeting at Eva's apartment to talk over the
disposition of Mom's considerable estate. There were
lawyer's forms to sign, we had to agree on a time for
a will probate, and decide what we would do with Mom's
stock portfolio. But what we really did was end up
fucking like bunnies. Eva and I needed each other like
Mom needed the two of us.
Our mutual desire had turned into love. That evening,
in the middle of fucking Eva, I did a very impulsive
thing. Far more kinky than anything I had ever done to
Mom. I proposed to Eva. She laughed, then drove her
cunt down so hard on my cock that it almost hurt.
"I thought you would never ask," said Eva. "I wasn't
going to let you go home until you made an honest
woman of me." She stopped my protest with a kiss.
Siblings getting married was no easy task, even if
they were adoptive siblings. Most states wouldn't
allow members of the same family to wed even if there
was no blood relationship. We certainly couldn't do it
in Boston. And if we did somehow manage to get married
here it would cause embarrassment and confusion
amongst our friends.
There was an out. We could get married in one of the
more enlightened European countries, France for
example, or perhaps Sweden. Eva used Mom's maiden name
as her broadcasting nom d' plume and that's what would
appear on the marriage license. I had an offer of a
residency in a hospital in Atlanta. I would accept
that. Eva's broadcasting credentials would assure her
of a position at an Atlanta TV station or at CNN. So
that's what we did.
Eva realized her dream. She got her brother and
husband, the same person, to love her every night. Mom
had taught her most of the whorehouse tricks of
pleasing a man and she certainly pleased me. Soon she
had our babies hanging off her tits like grapes on a
vine. Life was good.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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