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The Family Stud
by Ed Dippus aka Fast Oeddie (1997)
***
Brother and sister start an incestuous relationship
one day that ends up involving their mom and a
threesome. (MF-teens/F, underage, inc, threesome, voy)
***
It was quite a shock to my system to find my sister
naked in the living room. I almost fainted, so quickly
did the blood rush from my head into my dick. For
speed of tumescence, naked siblings are tops.
Of course, my appearance had the opposite effect on
her. As her gaze met mine, her hands, which had been
between her legs, flew to cover her breasts. Her legs,
which had been splayed wide, snapped shut so hard her
knees bounced. And her color, which had been a sexy
red flush, turned a ghostly pale.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" she
yelled. "How dare you stare at me like that? What are
you doing home anyway?"
How typical. I catch her jacking off naked in the
living room and she yells like it's my fault.
"Fuck you!" I yelled back. Stunning repartee, I know,
but it somehow leapt easily to mind.
"Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you, you pervert!"
"Hey, I'm not the one masturbating here in the living
room for the world to see!"
"Like you never have?" she snorted, "'Little Boy
Perfect', never whacks off!"
"If I didn't, I sure would now." That left her open-
mouthed and staring and (for once) silent. I escaped
upstairs, leaving her to try to recover her shredded
dignity. Also, I WAS going to jack off!
Minutes later, I was naked and on my bed. My shaft
jutted skyward, begging for relief. As I stroked my
rod, I had my eyes shut tight, recreating in my mind's
eye Karen's surprisingly full tits, her golden-hued
pubic patch. I imagined her hands, instead of covering
her nips, lifting them up, first to mine, then to her
own lips. I could almost feel...
A draft? What the!
CLICK-whirrrrrr!
"Gotcha!" Karen bounded from the room, now clad in a
white terry-cloth robe, a Polaroid camera in one hand,
an about-to-be embarrassing photo in the other.
It took me about 30 seconds to hop into my jeans. Most
of that was being careful not to zip up my still-hard
rod. Then I stormed down the hall, ready to tear her
room apart to find that photo. But as I burst into her
room (by now you've probably figured out that our
bedroom doors don't lock), Karen was just sitting
quietly on her bed.
"Okay, bitch!" I growled, but stopped short when I saw
the strange look on her face. "What's wrong?"
"It's so big," she whispered. Then I noticed she was
staring at the photo.
In an uncharacteristic bit of modesty I said, "Not SO
big. It's only seven inches or so."
"But Bobby's is so dinky compared to yours." Bobby was
her studly jock boyfriend, though apparently not so
studly. Then she looked up suddenly with a gleam in
her eye. "Let me see it!"
I could say I refused. I could say I turned around and
left the house without an incestuous thought. But why
lie? I just unzipped (carefully) and basked in her
admiration.
Karen slid off the bed onto her knees in front of me.
Closer....
"It looks so nice..."
Closer...
"And so big..."
Closer...
"So... tasty looking."
BINGO!!
She inhaled me. My knees buckled from the sudden
onslaught of pleasure and I grabbed the back of her
head. She bathed my shaft right fine, 'throating me in
no time. I don't know where she'd learned to handle it
(not from Bobby), but she did me like a pro. Her
frantic tongue whipped the underside of my shaft. Her
tonsils cuddled the head like a pussy. Her nose was
buried in my pubic hair.
After 5 brain-numbing minutes, however, she slid back
up onto the bed, opening her robe and cooing, "You
know, I never came when you interrupted me so rudely."
"A thousand pardons, madam," I said, kneeling at her
feet and parting her knees. "Allow me to rectify
that."
Oh, sweet snatch! I love sucking pussy, even when it's
a little funky and tastes it. But Sis was so nice,
clean, juicy and tasty that I was in Seventh
Cunnilingus Heaven. My enthusiasm must have showed in
my tonguing, because soon Karen's heels were drumming
on my back, her head was rolling and her red-tipped
fingers were mashing her tits together and squeezing
her nipples. There's nothing so hot as looking up at a
girl's face, framed by her tits, as you eat her pussy!
Pretty soon her mewling became more of a deep-throated
growl. Then, without further warning, she sat straight
up, grabbed the back of my head, ground her pussy
against my face and shuddered silently through her
orgasm.
After she had let go and flopped back onto the bed, I
caught my breath preparatory to climbing up and
fucking her brains out. Just as I got up, we heard the
front door open and our Mom call, "hello?" as she
returned from her waitressing job.
I grabbed my jeans and skedaddled into the john, the
only door upstairs that did lock, and started a
shower. As the warm water cascaded around me, I picked
up the soap and began to jack off again, extremely
frustrated. I had been THAT close.
Mom called, "hi!" again from the hall.
I grunted back at her, finished myself off, stalked to
my room and fell asleep. Had I but known what was
going on I wouldn't have gone to bed so frustrated. As
it was, I never did again. But Karen filled me in on
what happened later.
***
After calling out to me in the shower, Mom proceeded
to Karen's room. She knew something was up as soon as
she walked in. She smelled S-E-X in the air, and Karen
was wrapped up in her robe again, holding it tight
around her and looking guilty as hell huddled in the
corner of her bed.
"Karen, what's been going on in here?" she asked,
stepping in and shutting the door behind her. She was
dressed in her work outfit, a pleated white blouse
(which looked like the shirt you wear under a tux), a
black bow tie, a short, tight black skirt and black
mesh hose.
"Nothing." Good answer, Sis!
"Don't tell me... what's this?!" Mom stooped and
picked up my Polaroid. Luckily, my face wasn't in the
shot.
"Uh, I was, uh, well..."
"You were masturbating to this, weren't you, Karen?"
Relieved beyond belief, Karen copped to the lesser
charge. "Yes, Mom, yes I was. I'm s-sorry. I'll never
do it again!"
"Oh, cut it out!" Mom cried, but not angrily, as she
sat on the end of the bed. "There's nothing to be
ashamed of, everyone does it. But I'm worried about
this photo. Did you take this of Bobby, dear?"
Once again, Karen couldn't believe her luck. But she
made it even more innocuous than it was, "It's Bob,
Mom. But I didn't take it. He just gave it to me. He
wants me to fool around with him and he thought it
would excite me and make me want him."
"Well, I see it worked. Mmmm, and I can see why. He's
got quite a large one, doesn't he?"
"I wouldn't know large from small, Mom. I haven't seen
any others, but it does look nice."
"No, of course you wouldn't dear. And it is nice. But
I wish you wouldn't fool around with him. What you
were doing just now is perfectly fine to release
tension, but you don't need to have intercourse with
Bobby."
"But Mom, I like him a lot and I want him to like me.
But if I don't fool around, he might find some girl
that does." She liked playing the innocent.
"Well, there are other ways to keep a man interested
without risking it all, you know. Have you thought
about just using your hand on him, the way you do on
yourself?"
"Oh, come on, Mom. I don't know a lot, but I do know
that guys and girls do it differently. I wouldn't even
know what to do." Karen was really laying that
innocent stuff on thick.
Mom considered this for a minute, then said, "I'll be
right back."
A few minutes later, Mom returned with a large
shoebox. She placed it on the dresser and extracted a
very realistic looking dildo from it. This flesh-
colored monstrosity was about six inches from base to
tip and possessed a pair of balls as well. Karen was
speechless as Mom began her lecture.
"As you know, this is what a penis looks like. You can
probably tell from Bob's photo that men masturbate
like so." Mom began stroking the dildo lightly. "By
continuing with this motion for an extended period of
time, you can cause a man to ejaculate. Of course, you
may vary the motion, going faster and slower, or
gripping tighter or looser. Fondling his testes like
this will also provide some variety."
Mom lost her composure a little then as she cracked
into a guilty smile and said in a conspiratorial
whisper, "Your father used to love when I'd do this
for him. He especially liked when I'd fist just the
head, like this."
"That's great, Mom, but won't jacking him off get a
little... old after a while?"
"I don't know where you picked up such language, but,
yes, it may," Mom admitted, "but you mustn't let him
pressure you into intercourse. You must put him off."
"But Mom, men can be so insistent. Won't he argue that
I'm just doing something he can do for himself?"
"Well, you have to be firm. But if a man is extra
insistent, and there's no other way out, you may try
fellatio."
"Oh, wow, what's that?" Karen asked in (well-faked)
wide-eyed wonder.
"Fellatio is the art of stimulating a man orally. Your
father also said I was a wonderful fellatrix."
"Mom, do you mean cock-sucking."
"Yes, honey, that is a vulgar way to put it. Other
terms include blowjob and giving head. It requires
much more technique and lots of practice to do well. I
usually begin by stroking it with my hand, then I move
it into my mouth, licking and kissing it entirely.
Then I hollow out my cheeks, applying gentle suction
with my lips and keeping my tongue against it. A
steady up and down motion then usually finishes the
job nicely."
"But, what about the cum?"
"You can swallow it, spit it out, or finish him with
your hand if you don't like the taste. I always just
swallow; it's much less of a mess that way. Here,
observe my technique on this."
Mom then began huffing and puffing up and down the
length of the dildo. Karen began to get really turned
on by this. The fact that our Mom was turning her on
didn't phase her at all. By the way Mom's nipples were
poking against her white work blouse, it was clear
that it was having a similar effect on her.
After several minutes of demonstration, Mom handed the
dildo to Karen and instructed her to try. Karen, whose
expertise I can attest to, enthusiastically swallowed
the whole length of the fake dong after only a few
preliminary tongue swipes. Mom squealed in surprise
"My goodness, Karen, you're a natural," as her chest
heaved with pants and her thighs squirmed under her
short black skirt. Karen pulled away the dildo and,
lips glistening with saliva, asked in a breathless
voice "But what about me, Mom, I'll be so hot I'll
want to do more than this. Not even masturbating can
fulfill me now. I feel empty, I want to be filled."
Mom seemed out of it at this point. Her eyes were
slightly glazed and her breath was short. She
considered a moment, then came up with the solution.
"You already masturbate, so I guess there's no harm in
adding a little stimulation to that process. You could
borrow this dildo here when you want to be filled. But
I'm not sure you could take it."
"But Mom, I want it!" Karen whined.
"Okay honey, here, lie down. But let's do this right."
Karen couldn't believe what was happening, but the
little slut was incredibly turned on by this. We
always knew that Mom was highly sexed (her shoebox of
sex toys was no news to us), but that she was highly
bi-sexed was incredible. Sis was the type of person
who would try anything once and most things twice. Her
philosophy (and mine) was that if it feels good, do
it. If it feels real good, do it a lot. Hence her
masturbation in the living room. Hence our tete-a-tete
(interruptus). On now, she was about to get into it
with Mom.
Mom turned out the lights in the bedroom, but the glow
from the streetlights lit the room enough for them to
see each other. Karen lay back with her robe sashed
loosely at her waist. Mom knelt on the floor beside
her. She reached up and opened Karen's robe, exposing
her completely. Mom then put her arm under Karen's
neck and whispered in her ear. "Okay, baby, begin by
touching yourself with your hands."
As Karen reached between her own thighs with both
hands, Mom began stroking her stomach lightly. Karen
hunched closer in to Mom and moaned lightly. Mom
whimpered in answer.
Almost imperceptibly, Mom's hand crept down Karen's
torso, her fingers first brushing lightly at Karen's
golden pubes, then twining into the curls. Karen began
humping her hips up into her own hands as Mom's hand
rode lightly, palm down, just above those hands. Karen
brought her right hand up to her own breast, tweaking
the nipple and massaging the round globe of flesh. Her
other hand slid up, covered Mom's and brought it back
down to the juicy young pussy. Together, mother and
daughter stroked the sweet gash and swollen clit.
Mom's breath was hot and heavy in Karen's ear.
Suddenly, Karen turned her head, paused for a moment,
then plunged her lips onto Mom's. Mom responded
warmly, increasing the pace of her hand on Karen's
slit while trying to tongue her tonsils. They stayed
locked in that kiss while Mom slipped first one, then
two fingers into her daughter's juicy pussy. Karen
humped her hand hard, all the while increasing the
pace on her own clit. Her right hand returned to join
her left. Then Mom pulled away gently. "I think you're
ready for 'Dick' now, honey."
"Oh, Mom," Karen giggled "what a silly name. I love
you, Mom. I'm ready. Please give him to me."
Mom picked up 'Dick' from the floor, then said "Let me
warm him for you," and slipped it into her mouth.
After a few moments of dildo deep-throat, she pulled
the glistening fake phallus from her mouth and moved
it to Sis' snatch. Mom teased Karen a bit by rubbing
the dildo between her pussy lips a while and teasing
the clit with the head. Then she straightened it out,
bent down, kissed Karen, and slid the dildo into her
snatch.
As 'Dick' slid home, Karen took in a long shuddering
breath, then let it out in a long, low moan. Her hands
were gripping Mom's shoulders. Mom's right hand was
still under Karen's neck as her left manipulated the
dildo slowly in and out of her pussy. Karen moved her
hands in towards Mom's neck, then began unbuttoning
her blouse.
As Mom fucked Karen with the dildo, Karen moved down
the pleated front of Mom's work blouse. When all the
buttons were undone, she began pushing the blouse off
Mom's shoulders. Mom pulled her right hand back,
shrugged off that sleeve, switched hands on the dildo,
then shrugged off the other sleeve, leaving her in her
bra, skirt and hose with that black bow tie still
around her throat. Her left hand returned to dildo
duty, while her right began caressing her daughter's
tits. For her part, Karen began kneading Mom's larger,
fuller tits through her bra, then undid the clasp,
which was conveniently located in front.
As Mom's tits burst free, Karen whimpered hungrily and
began sucking on the large nipples, swollen with lust.
Mom whimpered back. Karen's hand dropped between Mom's
knees and snaked up her skirt. Expecting to encounter
fabric, she was surprised to find that Mom wore
stockings ... and no panties. Her fingers progressed
unobstructed to Mom's glistening, swollen snatch.
"Mom!" Karen grasped, dropping her lip-lock on Mom's
tit.
"I never wear them to work," Mom said, "I get much
bigger tips that way." Then she let go of the dildo
and stood up to shuck her skirt. Clad now only in
garter belt and hose (and that incongrous bow tie),
she lay down next to Karen and took her in her arms.
"I love you, Karen," she breathed, "I want you to feel
good." Then they commenced to kissing again, running
their hands freely over one another's body.
Finally, Mom grabbed hold of the dildo once again. She
sat up a bit and began pumping it in and out. Then she
knelt over Karen's body, picking up the pace. Then she
leaned over and, as Karen moaned out her approval and
assent, began lashing her daughter's bulging clit with
her tongue. Karen kept one hand on Mom's head and
tweaked Mom's nipple with the other, then moved it
around Mom's ass and slipped a finger into her pussy.
They kept this position for a while, Mom tonguing
Karen, Karen finger-fucking Mom. Then Karen began to
pull Mom's ass closer to her head. Mom didn't
struggle, but quickly assumed the full 69 position
over Karen. Karen plunged her greedy tongue into her
mother's pussy.
Within minutes, both were humping like crazy, rubbing
their pussies into each other's face. The dildo was
discarded in favor of a full oral attack, and mother
and daughter each had her arms hooked around the
other's thighs. Karen began to feel a tremendous
orgasm coming on, and lost her concentration in the
feeling. Mom considerately stopped humping her face
and concentrated on bringing her squirming daughter
off. A short labial attack followed by a full clitoral
assault, and the objective was achieved.
Karen arched her back as she reached the precipice,
then lunged forward as she came violently, her screams
muffled in her mother's wet, furry snatch. Mom swung
around, gathered Karen in her arms, and kissed and
licked her own juices from her daughter's face. Then
the two slept.
***
The morning after the night before...
The night before, Karen blew me, I ate her out and Mom
got home right before we fucked.
The night before, I slept while Mom gave Karen a
lesson in dildo love and Sappho sucking.
The morning after, I woke up with my usual hard-on. I
approached it in the usual way, kicking off the covers
and starting to jack off. Shortly thereafter, Karen
slipped into the room and out of her robe. I had been
hoping that would happen.
"Here, let me do that," she whispered.
"Why don't you blow me?" I urged.
"Cause I've got something to tell you that will blow
your mind."
She then proceeded to relate all the kinky doings
between her and Mom the night before. I listened
incredulously at first, then I got hotter and hotter
as the story progressed. I climaxed long before the
story did, so Sis paused long enough to swallow my
load before finishing the story. After that, she
snuggled up to me in bed.
"What now?" I asked.
"Are you nuts?" Karen snorted. "This is great. If we
can get Mom and you together, then the 3 of us, shit!
The sky's the limit."
SPROOOING! My hard-on re-asserted itself immediately.
God, my sister was perverted, and I loved it. I'd love
to get into Mom's panties, but she seemed to have a
decided aversion to male-female intercourse for young
folk like Karen and me. "Okay, Sis, how do you propose
I get into Mom? What do I do, walk up and invite her
to fuck?"
"No, stupid. Go with what works. We got into it last
night as a result of the birds and bees shit. Just
talking about sex gets Mom as randy as me. If you can
get her to give you somewhat of the same lecture, I
GUARANTEE you'll end up in bed with her."
This sounded logical to me and certainly worth a try.
Hell, I'd try anything at this point. As Karen
leisurely stroked my rod, and as I absent-mindedly
diddled her clit, we laid our plans for laying Mom. I
was ready to roll over on Karen at that point, by the
way, but she put me off 'til later. "'Til you can line
me and Mom both up and fuck us silly together," she
said.
God, she was sick, and I really loved it.
We made each other come once more (Karen sucked me
off, I diddled her), then she bounded off to a shower.
I rolled back over and went to sleep again.
***
When I woke up, it was 10 o'clock. I heard the shower
going and knew it was Mom. According to our plan,
Karen was long gone, with the promise to be away until
noon. I hopped out of bed, my latest boner swaying in
front of me, and walked to the bathroom door.
The door was partway open and clouds of steam were
emanating therefrom. I knocked on the door, pushing it
open a bit more, and called in. "Mom, can I come in
and use the toilet?"
"Of course, dear," came the expected reply. Still
naked, I walked in, shut the door and lifted the seat.
You guys know how difficult it is to pee with a hard-
on. I had to lean on one hand on the tank and force my
johnson to point down at the bowl. At first, little
trickles just slipped out, but soon my schlong
relaxed, and with a sigh of relief I cut loose.
Mom was being very quiet, and I imagined she was
listening. I glanced up into the mirror to my right
(the tub was behind me), and caught a glimpse of
moving shower curtains. I wondered if she was
watching. All the better if she was.
After I flushed the john, I stood there and started
jacking my rod back to hardness. After a couple
minutes of this, the shower stopped and Mom called out
"Are you still in here?"
"Yeah."
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
"That doesn't look like 'nothing' to me."
"You're not supposed to be looking, Mom."
"I wasn't, not on purpose, I just noticed, that's
all."
At this point, she pulled back the shower curtain,
revealing herself wrapped in a towel, and met my gaze
reflected in the mirror. Feigning modesty, I grabbed a
hand towel, sat down on the toilet lid and covered my
lap. I stared at her frankly, letting my gaze travel
from the red hair piled on top of her head, to her
smooth bare shoulders, to the few little freckles
sprinkling the slight bit of cleavage visible above
the towel, to the curves bulging under that towel, to
the freshly shaved, gorgeous legs, and I couldn't see
her feet in the tub. (No loss, I think feet are ugly.)
"Well?" I said.
"Well what?"
"Well, are you going to leave so I can finish?"
"You mean, you're still going to masturbate after I've
caught you?" she asked.
"Of course, I've got to do this several times a day or
I go crazy, I get so horny."
"Several times a day? That seems excessive. Why so
much?"
I pretended to get a little irritated at the
questions, although the longer we talked, the better
my chances. "There are so many stimuli all around me.
The girls at school wear tight clothes and show lots
of skin, but few of them put out, and the ones that do
are ugly. Then Karen's parading around here half naked
all the time. A guy just gets turned on. Oh, and
seeing you in that towel isn't helping matters."
"Me?! Well... I-I'm sorry, I guess. But I'm worried
about you, Steve. It can't be healthy to do that all
the time."
"I've never suffered any ill effects, Mom. No fur on
my palms, no incipient blindness. About the only bad
thing is I sometimes rub myself raw. Occupational
hazard, I guess."
At this point, Mom stepped out of the shower and sat
on the edge of the tub, knees primly together.
"Perhaps you're not doing it right," she said.
(Hmmm, THAT sounded interesting.)
"What's so difficult about it, Mom? You just grab and
go."
"That's not true at all. There are many techniques to
practice, even in masturbation."
(Oh, yeah. Now we're getting somewhere.)
"Get out," I said in mock naivete, "how many flavors
of vanilla are there? I can't believe there's all that
much variety."
"Of course, there is. I can see your sex education is
sadly lacking. Perhaps I've been remiss in my duties."
That definitely sounded right on target. Karen was
really right about this approach. I've got to hand it
to her - pun intended. With very little prompting I
was going to get lucky.
"What are you going to do, teach me to jack off?"
"I think that might be in order. We can't have you
rubbing yourself raw, can we? Why don't you show me
your technique."
"Are you kidding?" I pretended to be incredulous.
Can't appear too eager to whack off for Mom.
"No I'm not." she said, then snatched off my lap
towel. "Let's get down to business here."
"Well, okay, I guess, but I feel weird."
"No need to be embarrassed, dear. I'm your mother."
"That's my point," I said glumly, then shrugged my
shoulders and attacked my soldier, almost literally. I
never actually rubbed myself raw, but I acted as if I
were trying to.
"Oh, my," Mom gasped. "That's all wrong. Don't grasp
so hard, and don't go so fast. Here, stop. Now, loosen
your grasp. More, okay. Go ahead. No slow down.
Slower. More smoothly. That's it. No. You're speeding
up again."
"Oh, for crying out loud." I said, dropping my dick
and sitting back. "Suppose you show me how."
"I probably should. I'm surprised you still masturbate
when you do it like that," she said leaning forward,
"it hardly seems pleasurable at all." she paused a
bit, eying my schlong critically.
"Come on," I thought, "go for it, go for it."
"Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt anything. In fact,
it's to keep you from hurting yourself.
YES!!! It was all I could do to keep from leaping up
and high-fiving myself. Without further ado, Mom
grasped me in her cool hand and began to stroke
lightly.
"Fast and hard is okay once in a while," she said as
if addressing a class, "or if you're in a hurry. But
when someone does this as often as you, you should
take it slow, easy and build up to it. I guarantee
you'll enjoy it a lot more."
During this lecture, Mom continued to stroke lightly,
it really did feel better, too. Her technique was
definitely different from mine, but I wondered if it
was the stroke or the stroker which was producing
these intense feelings. Probably both.
"Sometimes, you don't need to pump, even, you can do
this," Here she stopped stroking and squeezed me
lightly, quickly and rhythmically. "Or this," and she
tickled the underside with her nails. "Or this," and
she grabbed my head like the top of a stick shift,
rubbing me against her palm. Then, to my horror, she
stopped, saying "Now you try." I almost groaned in
disappointment, but manfully grabbed my rod and
followed her instructions. This wasn't too bad,
jacking off with your Mom sure beat doing it alone.
"Oh, yes, you're right," I said, "this is much better.
This is really nice. Boy, too bad you women can't do
this, huh?"
"What planet are you from?" Mom snorted, "Of course we
can."
"Really?" more bogus wide-eyed innocence "How?"
"Boy, you've really got a lot to learn. Women have
very sensitive parts between their legs, which we can
stimulate as easily as you men. In fact, it's a lot
less work."
Trying to keep that studious look and wondering tone,
I looked down at the floor shyly and asked "Mom, could
you show me?"
"What? Are you kidding. I don't think so."
"Fair's fair, Mom. I've been pretty embarrassed by
this little tutoring session. Now when it's your turn
the lesson's over."
"Well, I guess it's okay. To be honest, all this sex
talk has riled me up a little."
More than a little, I'd guess. At this point, Mom sat
forward a little on the tub's edge and parted her
knees, spreading her legs wide and with them the
bottom of the towel, until her pussy was completely
exposed to my hungry gaze. Her pubes were the same
honey red as her hair. "This is my vagina," she
announced, then pointed out major points of interest,
"these lips are called labia. There are actually two
sets of labia, outer and inner, called majora and
minora."
She spread those labia with her fingers and the pink
nub of her clit appeared. I noticed that she was
extremely wet as the harsh bathroom lights glistened
off her crotch. "This little button is called the
clitoris, or clit for short. It is analogous to your
penis, except for function. It also becomes engorged
with blood and is VERY sensitive. Female masturbation
is concerned with stimulating the whole area in
general and the clit in particular. Sometimes
insertion of a finger or an artificial penile object
can add to the pleasure."
Then she began to demonstrate. She rubbed a finger
lightly back and forth between her lips a while,
slipping between them a little. Next Mom flattened her
hand out and rubbed her whole crotch with a circular
motion. Each time the tips of her fingers passed over
her clit, she caught her breath in a pleasured gasp.
The circle got smaller and smaller as she concentrated
in that little bud.
Her left hand dropped down to part her lips and diddle
therein while her right homed in on her clit. Next,
she stopped her circular motion, held her labes apart
with her left hand and vibrated her right middle
finger on her clit, pausing every now and then to
slide that finger down and in for more lubrication.
Needless to say, this was all having a pleasurable
effect on my jacking off. "Oh, Mom," I gasped, "this
is really turning me on. I love watching you."
"Me too, honey. I'm really hot."
"Show me your tits, Mom. I really want to see them."
Frantically frigging herself with one hand, she
reached up with the other and pulled away the towel.
Oh, God! she has great tits. That spray of freckles
continued down between them, spreading out between a
pair of wide-set, heavy globular mammaries. Each was
capped by a reddish aureole and extremely erect
nipples. In fact, her whole aureole was engorged and
bulged off her already bulging tits. She cupped her
breast with her free hand and rubbed those aureolae
with thumb and forefinger. Then she heaved it up and
dropped her mouth to her own nipple and licked
greedily.
This was getting to be too much for me. "Look but
don't touch," has never been an integral part of my
lexicon, anyway. "Can I touch you, Mom?" I asked, "Can
I make you come."
She was way too far gone to say no "Oh, yes, Steve.
Yes, baby."
In a flash I was on my knees before her, slipping a
finger into her, hitting her clit with my thumb, using
my other hand on those gorgeous knockers. I almost
knocked her back into the tub in my enthusiasm. She
grabbed my shoulders for balance, then groaned heavily
in pleasure, "Oooohhhh, STEVE. That's so nice, so
good. Oooohhhh, YES!"
Mom humped herself against my hand, then lifted one of
her jugs up to her mouth again. That looked like a
good idea, so I dropped my lips to the other nipple.
Mom groaned around a mouthful of her own tit-flesh.
Soon my ministrations began to have their intended
effect. As her hip motions became more frantic, she
leaned further back and held on to my neck tighter and
tighter with her free hand.
Finally she just used that hand to prop herself on the
far edge of the tub and lean back. As she assumed that
more horizontal position my mouth dropped down from
her tit. Following that natural progression, I trailed
my tongue down her torso, through her pubic hair and
onto her clit. As I lashed that little man in the
boat, she let go of her tit and curled her fingers in
my hair, urging my face into her crotch.
She encouraged me with her now unoccupied mouth, "Come
on, Steve. Oh, yes. Oh, come on honey. That's good.
Lick me. Oh, lick Mommy. Oh, lick my clitty. Yes,
that's it, Son. Oh do it. Do me. Do your Mom!"
And I did, I went to town on that sexy cunt and soon
she was shouting as she came, "OH, YES. I'M CUMMING.
OH, STEVE! OH, SON! HERE I CUM. MOMMY'S CUMMING!
MOMMY'S CREAMING HER LITTLE SON'S FACE. OH! OH!
AAAIIIEEEEE!"
I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed as she caught
her breath. When they opened and looked down at me, I
grinned, then lapped her clit once. She shuddered.
Then I stood up and pulled her back to a sitting
position. I kissed the top of her head, then lifted
her chin and kissed her deeply on the lips.
She responded fully to my tongue in her mouth,
wrapping it with hers, and kissing me hungrily. She
pulled back a bit and licked her juices from my cheeks
and chin. "Mmmm, I can taste myself," she murmured, "I
taste great."
"You're telling me," I said.
"Oh, honey, you haven't cum yet."
"That's okay," I said equably.
"No it's not," she insisted (as I knew she would)
"Here."
She reached for may cock and pulled it to her lips as
I stood up. Did I say "pulled"? Hell, she inhaled me
just like Karen had the day before. It was
instantaneous deep-throat. Then she pulled back and
plunged down, pulled back and plunged down, back and
forth, back and forth. I knew it wouldn't be long
before I came, what with all that had occurred to this
point, but I didn't care and I didn't think Mom would
mind, either.
Sure enough, after about 10 strokes I felt the
oncoming rumble start. I groaned "Oh, Mom, I'm gonna
cum." She pulled back and forth a couple more times,
then pulled her mouth off me and grabbed me with her
hand. "This began as a masturbation lesson," she said,
"and that's how it's going to end."
She started stroking me, quickly and expertly, as she
urged me to come. "Come on, Steve. Come on, Son. Cum
for me. Come for Mommy."
"Oh, MOM," I chorused, "Yes. I'm gonna cum. Oh, yes.
Oh, Mom. I'm gonna cum."
"Yes, son, come for Mommy. Yes, Oh yes. Come on, son."
"Oh, MOM! Oh YEAH! I'm.. I'm gonna... I'm gonna...
gonna... CUM! (spurt) I'm CUMMING! YESS!,, CUM for
Mommy, come on, Steve, CUM for Mommy, fuck it, CUM ON
MOMMY. Yes! Cum on Mommy! Cum on Mommy's titties, cum
on Mommy's face! OH Fuck it. Cum. CUM! CUM!!!!"
And being a dutiful son, I did as I was told, cumming
like crazy. I spermed her tits, her throat, her chin
and face. Drops of cum spattered into her hair and
hung there like dew on a spiderweb. And still I came.
With a little whimper, Mom plunged her face back onto
my cock, all the way in. Her throat muscles milked me
like a hand and half my load ended up directly down
her throat.
Finally, I stopped cumming but Mom continued to lick
my rod clean, then let me go and lifted her tits up so
she could lick the cum from them. God! this oversexed
bitch was horny! And she was my Mom. I had to fuck
her. Although my rod had flagged a little, it was
still ready for action. When her tits were clean she
dropped them and hugged me around my waist, nestling
her cheek against my stomach.
"Mom, I want to fuck you," I whispered as I stroked
that gorgeous red hair.
"We can't right now, honey," she whispered back, "your
sister will be back soon."
I almost fucked up and told her about Karen and me.
But I caught myself. According to the plan, I'm not
supposed to know about Mom and her, nor she about Mom
and me. And Mom definitely wasn't supposed to know
about us. But that's okay, the best laid plans of mice
and men weren't half as well-laid as the three of us
were going to be. I could afford to wait...
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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