Incest Ariana Marie, Bruce Venture and Holly Michaels

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I moved to her and engulfed her in a hug, making sure that my erection pressed into her vulva again. I grabbed her ass and pulled her body into me, moving my hips a little so that my penis would rub against her pussy. "I love you, Mom," I said as I bent to kiss her. Once again, her eyes closed and her lips parted and we ground against each other as we French kissed.

She moaned and grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me against her as she moved her own hips to increase the rubbing contact against my rock hard dick. I knew then that she would let me bend her over the bed and fuck her, and I knew exactly how wonderful that would feel. But I didn't want to be the one to cross her line. I pulled away, and she opened her eyes.

"Rick?" she said.

"I'll go take that shower now, Mom," I said. "I love you."

"Oh, I love you too, Sweetie." She smiled at me.

I slowly walked through the door and down the hall, hoping she would call me back to her, but she didn't.

***

On Saturday Mom let me sleep in, but I was awake by 6:00 anyway, my body in need of my mother's touch. I got up and messed around until 9:00, then went into the kitchen for some coffee. Mom was already there, dressed in linen shorts and a white cotton halter top.

"Morning, Baby," she said. Then she grinned at me. "It's going to be a beautiful sunny day, and I thought I'd work on my all-over tan. Wanna join me?"

"Umm... honestly, Mom, I'm not so sure," I said.

"C'mon, Sweetie, like I said, it's good for the soul. You've got to try it at least once."

"Well... okay."

So I went to my room, got naked, wrapped myself in a big beach towel, and walked through the sliding glass door off the breakfast nook to join my mom out on the patio. Our house is on a cul-de-sac and has a good sized backyard with a patio, a small pool, and several large trees with bushes and flowers between them. Because of the curve of the cul-de-sac, the neighboring houses are offset and our fenced backyard is very private.

Mom arranged two chaise lounges next to each other, and then removed her towel, revealing her beautiful nude body. She put the towel on her lounge and laid face down on top of it. "Ahhh," she said. Then she looked up at me expectantly.

What the hell, I thought. I took off my towel and laid face down, too.

"There," Mom said. "Doesn't the sun feel good on your naked bum?"

"Yeah, I have to admit that it does."

Mom reached under her lounge and pulled out a bottle of lotion. She squirted some onto her hands and rubbed it onto my back, my legs, and my ass. "We can't have you burning that fine little butt of yours," she said."

"You think my butt is nice?" I asked.

She stopped rubbing it and looked into my eyes. "Rick, you have the nicest body I've ever seen, and I'm not saying that just because I'm your mom. You have a gorgeous body, you big hunk!" She slapped my ass to make her point, then handed me the lotion.

"Now me," she said, laying back down.

"You want me to put this on you?" I asked. Stupidly.

"Yes, Dummy, I don't want to burn my fine little butt either."

I trembled a little as I squirted lotion onto my hands, then massaged it into her back. She sighed as I worked on her shoulders, then moved down to her middle back. My hands lingered over her breasts, which were smushed against the towel and sort of pushed out on either side of her. "We don't want these to burn either, right?" I said.

"Nope, sure don't!" she answered. I spent as much time fondling her breasts as I dared, then moved on to her lower back. I got more lotion and began to work it into her tight little ass cheeks, and she sighed again. As I moved further down she parted her legs a little and I had a beautiful view of her bare pussy mound. Was I supposed to put lotion there, too? I didn't know, so to stall for time I stroked lotion into one fine, toned leg, and then into the other. Down and back up, one hand on each side of the leg. As I slowly moved up each leg, my inner hand would brush up against her pussy, and she would give a little shiver, but she didn't say anything.

Emboldened, I squirted a little more lotion onto my hand, then placed it gently onto her pussy mound and began to rub.

"Uhhn," she said, but nothing else. Her pussy was wet, so I knew that she was horny. I rubbed harder, up and down her pussy lips, and lingered over her clit.

"Mmmmm," she said, and propped her butt up a little higher to give me better access. I gave up all pretense of spreading lotion, and started rubbing her clit directly.

"Mmmm, Rick," she said. As I continued to stroke her clit, I wiped the lotion off of my other hand and slowly inserted first one, then two fingers into her pussy.

"Oh, Baby," she said, and began grinding her mound against my hands. "Faster and deeper," she said, and I complied.

By this time my cock was hard as granite and dripping pre-cum onto Mom's butt. Again, I knew instinctively that I could mount her right there, and I wanted to do that in the worst way, but I was scared to go that far over the line.

"Rick! Ohhh... OH! God, aaaaahhh!!" Mom's body tensed and her moan became almost a scream as she climaxed. "Ahhh, AHHH, Oh God, oh, oh, AHHHH!!" A little stream of cum shot out of her pussy and onto my hands. I hadn't known that women could do that!

I slowed down, but continued to gently stroke her clit and pussy lips. First her body began to relax as she came down off her orgasm, but then it tensed again and I felt her vagina tighten around my fingers. My mom was having another orgasm! This time, she bucked like crazy and really did scream a little. My hands were dripping with her juices, and the towel beneath her was soaked.

As she came down from it, I removed my hands from her pussy and gently stroked her back. She looked around at me, and I was surprised to see tears streaming down her face.

"Mom? Are you OK?"

"Wonderful!" she said. "Oh, Rick, that was... certainly the best suntan lotion application I've ever had. I'm sorry about... all the noise and stuff."

"I enjoyed it a lot, Mom." I touched her pussy again, and she shivered. Then I brought my hand, covered in her juices, up to my nose. Mom watched as I inhaled her wonderful scent, then, one by one, put each finger in my mouth and sucked her delicious moisture off.

She shivered again as she watched me, then pushed me face-up onto my own lounge.

"Sweetie," she said with a smile, "I think it's time to do your front."

***

I fell asleep shortly after Mom finished sucking me off. I awoke to the sound of a female gasp of surprise. Was somebody there with me? Afraid to move, I opened my eyes just a bit and looked through my dark sunglasses. Jenny Sharier, another senior in my 5th period math class, was staring at me through our sliding glass door, her mouth making a little 'O' of surprise.

"What is it, Jenny?" I heard my Mom say from the living room. Jenny didn't answer; she just continued to stare at my naked backside. Mom joined her at the window and smiled.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Jenny. I'd completely forgot that Rick is out there getting some sun. Do you want me to wake him up and have him put something on?"

Jenny never looked away from my body. "Uh... no, that's okay," she said.

Mom looked at her, then at me. "Are you sure, Dear? Can you still help me clean up here with a naked boy asleep in the backyard?"

"Uh... sure! I was just a little surprised, but really it's okay, Mrs. Johnson."

"All right, Jenny. Why don't you start on this big window while I run down to the ATM to get some money to pay you with? I'll be back in a little while."

"You got it, Mrs. J!" Jenny was recovering her cool.

After Mom left, I watched as Jenny slowly washed the inside of the big sliding glass windows. She must have done a crappy job, because her eyes never left my ass. The whole thing had given me a hard-on, and I decided to give her a good show. While she watched, I pretended to move around a little bit in my sleep, then turned over to lie on my back, with my head angled enough so that I could continue to watch Jenny surreptitiously from behind my shades.

Jenny gasped. My erection was standing proud and high, sticking up in the air over my stomach. With the sun directly overhead, and Jenny only ten feet away on the other side of the big window, I knew she had an excellent view. I wanted to grab myself and start jacking, but I didn't think I could get away with going that far.

While I watched, Jenny slowly slid the screen door open and crept onto the patio. She walked to the side of my lounge and knelt down next to me. Her face was maybe six inches from my cock, which was bouncing up and down a little bit in time with my heartbeats. Jenny licked her lips nervously and looked around.

"Rick?" she whispered. "Rick, are you awake?" She put her hand on my thigh, so close to my cock and balls. "Rick?"

I moved a little and tried to make breathing sounds like I was asleep. Emboldened, Jenny slowly moved her other hand onto my rigid prick. I couldn't help moaning a little, which startled Jenny. So I moved around some more and then settled again, trying to convince her that I was still asleep.

After remaining motionless for a minute, Jenny began inspecting my body in earnest. First her hands played with my rock hard penis, moving up and down and around the shaft, and moving the skin around. Then she became fascinated with my ball sack, playing with the loose skin and moving each testicle around a little. Then back to my penis. I wondered if I was the first guy she had seen naked, or maybe just the first guy with a hard-on.

Finally, she encircled the shaft with both hands and clumsily began to jack me off. I didn't want her to stop, but I figured that she'd be suspicious if I didn't wake up now. I moaned, "That feels good," and put my hand on her back. "Jenny? What are you doing?" I took off my sunglasses and looked at her.

She froze and looked at me in sudden fright. "I'm sorry, Rick. I just... I wanted to see the stuff come out."

"The stuff? You mean, my cum?"

"Yeah, I wanted to see your cum, Rick."

It was so sexy hearing those words come out of her mouth. "Have you seen a guy cum before?" I asked.

"No." She looked at the ground. "I've never been with a boy like this. I really want to see it happen... to know what it's like." She looked into my eyes again and her hands started moving on me, and I moaned again. "Let me make you cum, okay, Rick?"

"Okay, Jenny," I said. I reached down and showed her how to hold me for the greatest effect, and what rhythm to use as she jacked me off. When she got going right, her hands started making a familiar slap-slap-slap sound.

"Is this right, Rick?" she asked.

"It's perfect, Jenny. It feels great. You're a natural. I'm going to cum in no time."

She smiled at the compliment, then looked down at my dick. "What's this stuff?"

I looked down to see that pre-cum was streaming from the tip of my cock onto my abs. "It's called pre-cum, and a guy's dick always makes some when he gets excited. Grab some of it onto your fingers, and use it to lube up my dick."

She grabbed a big wad of my pre-cum and rolled it onto my shaft. It felt so good that I moaned yet again. She continued jacking me off with one hand as she raised the other hand first to her nose to smell my juice, then to her mouth. Her tongue darted out and tasted my pre-cum. I thought I was gonna cum then and there!

"Salty," she said. "But good." She started jacking me hard again using both hands. I felt the tingle start.

"Jenny, you're doing real good. I'm about to cum."

She quickly moved her head directly over the tip of my penis, so as not to miss the show. Part of me wanted to warn her about how far my cum would shoot, but a bigger part of me wanted to see this happen.

"I'm cumming, Jenny, I'm cumming! Right now!! Aaaagh!!" My body started bucking and I watched as the first ropy wad of my cream shot directly into Jenny's face. She gasped in surprise and pulled her head back, but not far enough: the second spurt landed right in her open mouth!

She's a trooper, though; she never stopped jacking me off. What a sight for a horny young teenager: a pretty girl, both hands working up and down my spurting prick, and a big wad of my cum slowly dripping down her forehead and cheek.

"Ith's in my mouf, Rick!" My body was still bucking and I was straining to get the most pleasure out of my orgasm, but I fought to keep my eyes on her face and was rewarded by seeing her swallow a big mouthful of my jism!

Finally, my climax was over, and I had to grab Jenny's hands to stop her from continuing to jack me off. "It's too sensitive right after I cum," I said.

"Oh, sorry Rick," said Jenny. She sat back on her heels.

"Umm... you've got some on your face," I said.

"Oh." As I watched, Jenny used a finger to wipe my cum off of her cheek and forehead, then popped it into her mouth and sucked it down!

"How does it taste, Jenny?"

"I like it!" she said. "You've never tried it?"

"No," I said, taken aback. "That would be kinda gay, I think."

"Who's gonna know?" she said. Then she scooped a little cum from my stomach and held her finger in front of my mouth. "Try it," she said.

So I did. I wrapped my lips around her finger, sucked, and pulled my head back. Her finger made a little popping sound when it left my lips, and I had some of my own cum in my mouth.

"How does it taste?" she asked.

I rolled it around in my mouth and swallowed. "Salty, and kind of slimy, but okay, I guess."

"I like it," she said again, and then bent down and started licking the rest of my cum off my abs, my balls, and my cock. By the time she was done, I was rock hard again.

"Do you want to do it again?" she asked.

I looked at her, and over her shoulder I saw my mom watching us from the window. Shit, how long had she been there?

"Umm... not right away," I said. "You'd better do some cleaning before my mom comes home." Hearing that line, my mom hustled back into the living room and out the front door.

"Okay, Rick, but I want to do this again with you!" Jenny scampered back inside, just as my mom 'came home.'

"I'm back!" said Mom. "How's the cleaning going?"

"Fine, Mrs. J!"

"Oh, I see that Rick flipped over onto his back. Are you still okay with the nudity?"

"Sure, no problem," said Jenny.

Mom smiled at her, then pointed at her cheek. "You've got something on your face there, Dear. Here, let me." Mom wiped the last trace of my cum from Jenny's cheek as Jenny turned bright red from embarrassment. "Some kind of cleaning gook, I guess," said Mom, still smiling.

"Yeah, I guess," mumbled Jenny, looking at the floor.

Mom looked at me and, as I watched, she sensuously licked my cum from her finger. My mouth dropped open, and my hard-on raged.

Mom smiled. "Well," she said, "I'm going to go wake up my boy. I don't want him getting too much sun out there." She came outside and pretended to shake me awake. "You're insatiable," she whispered.

"It just kind of happened, Mom," I whispered, feeling guilty.

"I understand, really I do. I was young once, too," Mom said. Now get up and get inside; you really will get burned if you stay out here much longer." She pulled me up off the lounge and pushed me towards the house.

"Shouldn't I cover up?" I said, pointing to the towel.

"Why?" said Mom. "Jenny's pretty much 'seen' everything already, right?" Jenny looked up at the mention of her name, and stared at me standing there stark naked.

"Right, I guess so," I said, and walked into the house past Jenny, my hard-on bouncing in front of me. As I walked down the hall, I heard my Mom say, "So, Jenny, do you want to help me clean every weekend?"

"Sure, Mrs. J!"

That sounded good to me, too.

***

Later that afternoon, I was lying on the bed reading when my mom came in, sat on the bed, and began unfastening my shorts. "Mom?" I said.

She smiled at me as she pulled my shorts down, exposing my cock. "Honey, after what I saw this morning, I realized that you need more than our usual once-a-day 'treatment.'" She immediately bent down and took my entire soft cock into her mouth.

I quickly hardened as she worked on me, and in no time at all she had me moaning and bucking on bed and shooting my cum into her soft, warm mouth. She looked up at me and let her mouth open a little, and I could see that she was swirling a mouthful of my cum around with her tongue. She closed her eyes and swallowed, then licked her lips and looked at me and smiled.

"Wow, Mom, thanks!" I said. "But..."

"But what, Sweetie?"

"It's just not as much fun when you're dressed. I really like looking at your body."

"Oh. Well, I can fix that pretty fast." She stood up, shucked off her clothes, then laid back down next to me. I turned to spoon into her, and she pushed her butt back against me.

"Rick, I want you to know that any time you want me to get you off, I'll be there for you. Hand job, blow job... whatever. As many times a day as you need."

For the first time I reached around her and put my hands over her beautiful tits. My cock started to harden again.

"Mmmm, nice!" she said. She snuggled back even tighter against me, pressing my cock against her ass crack. I played with both of her tits, paying special attention to her hard nipples. One of my hands moved down and began gently stroking her pussy lips. She moaned and ground her ass against my hard cock.

"Mom, it's okay for me to be touching you like this, right?"

She sighed, then turned in bed to face me. "No, Sweetie. None of what we've been doing lately is right."

"But I just meant..."

"I know, but let me explain. What we've been doing is called 'incest.' Do you know that word?"

"Yeah," I said.

"Our society believes that incest is wrong, mostly because bad things can happen when close family members have children together."

"I know," I said. "We learned that in college."

"Also, people are afraid that if parents and their kids have sex, it'll mess up the kids' heads."

"That won't happen to me, Mom."

"I know, Rick. You're a lot like me."

I waited.

"I haven't always been an old fuddy-duddy, kid."

"Mom, you're not!"

"Just hear me out. I first started having sex when I was Jenny's age. I loved it, and I couldn't get enough. Your old mom is a bit of a nympho, Sweetie. I had to have it all the time." Mom frowned. "After your father died, I pushed my sex drive down deep into a part of me that I've kept locked up for four years. But seeing your beautiful naked body and your big fat hard cock unlocked that part of me, Rick."

I was a little shocked by all of this. Also, I'd never heard my mom say, "Cock" before, or anything stronger than the occasional, "Oh, shit!" when something really bad happened.

"I woke up a little at a time. First, you showed off that gorgeous body to me every morning, and I told myself that it was okay and healthy. Then you wanted to see me naked, and I convinced myself that that was okay, too. Then when I caught you masturbating, I really wanted to do it for you and you made that easy for me. Just a mother who loves her son and wants to give him some relief and pleasure – nothing wrong with that, right?"

"You bet, Mom!"

"But I've always loved sucking cock, so I just had to have yours in my mouth. It was easy to rationalize moving from jerking you off to sucking down your jism: same result, only we were both getting what we wanted, you see?"

"Sure, Mom." Her dirty talk was really turning me on.

She rolled over onto her back and stared up at the ceiling. "Today when you made me cum out on the patio, though, it became clear to me that what I really want is for you to fuck me. I need your big thick cock deep down inside of me, and I need it now. Can you do that, Sweetie? Can you fuck your mother without screwing up your psyche?"













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"Oh Mom..." I rolled onto her and kissed her deeply and passionately. "I've been desperate to fuck you for so long, but I've been afraid to even touch you!"

She kissed me and held me to her. "Don't be afraid, Rick. You can touch me anywhere, and do anything you want to me. But right now, I need you inside me." She reached between us and grabbed my hard-on, and positioned the head of it against her very wet pussy lips. "Have you made love before, Sweetie?"

I was trembling as I felt her lubing my rod with her pussy juices. "Sure, Mom, a few times, but... I'm afraid I'm not very good at it."

She chuckled. "Oh, trust me, you'll be fine. And we'll both get better with practice. And, we'll be practicing quite a lot, I think. I have to warn you, though: I'm a bit of a screamer, and I might bite and I might scratch a little. I sort of go a little crazy when I fuck. Ready?" As she said this, she pushed up a little bit, and the head of my dick pushed between the soft, wet folds of her pussy lips. We both grunted at the same time.

"Oh, yeah!" I said. I think I might have yelled it. "Jeez, Mom, you're so tight... tighter than Cindy!"

"That's nothing," she said. "Hang on..." She grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me down onto her, and my full 8 inches plunged into her cunt.

The feeling was indescribable. She was so tight that my entire dick felt encased in a hot, slick vise. She started a low moan that quickly rose in volume and pitch. I could feel her vaginal muscles rippling around me. She started bucking and her head thrashed back and forth. It felt like my mom was cumming, and I hadn't even started moving yet!

"Mom, are you all right?" I said.

She looked up at me. Her eyes were beginning to tear up, and her breathing was ragged and shallow. "Yes," she panted, "I am." She grabbed my ass harder. "Now, fuck me! Fuck me hard, Sweetie!" I started moving my hips, slowly working up to a good rhythm. "No, goddammit! FUCK ME!!" She started bucking her hips up to meet mine, twice as fast as I was moving.

I got the idea. I started moving faster, really slamming into her, pistoning my cock in and out, grinding my pubic bone against hers as I bottomed out against her cervix. All the while I could feel her vagina contracting around my cock, and her juices spurting out, coating me. The vise-like feeling increased, and I didn't know how long I could hold out, but I kept slamming into her. Sweat began to drip from my forehead onto her face.

"Yes, YES!!" she screamed. "GOD, OH GOD RICK!! FUCK ME BABY, FILL UP MY CUNT, MAKE ME YOUR WHORE!! OH GOD, OHGODOHGOD, AAAAAAGH!!!" Her vocalization was constant now, a mixture of moaning, screaming, and filthy talk, and her fingernails dug into my back. I couldn't believe that this woman was my own, sweet mother! "SUCK MY TITS, BABY, OH PLEASE, BITE MY NIPPLES!!"

I sucked and nibbled both of her nipples as I continued pounding into her, and then finally felt the approach of my own orgasm.

"Mom, I'm going to cum." I started to pull out of her, but she grabbed my ass and pulled me to her.

"NO!! Don't you dare pull out, DON'T YOU DARE! I need to feel you cum inside of me, Rick, I need it!!" She wrapped her legs tightly around me and began to buck up against me even faster, milking my dick, willing me to cum.

"OK, Mom, here it is... right now... Unngh. Ahhh! AHHH!! Oh God, Mom! OHHHH!! I'M CUMMING!!" I closed my eyes and rode the waves of my orgasm. I know that there's really just a little fluid in an ejaculation, but it felt as though I were pumping quarts of jism into my Mom. The sensation was incredible; I almost passed out from the pleasure of it.

"YES, BABY, YES!!" she screamed. "CUM FOR MOMMY!! CUM WITH ME, BABY!! OH, GOD, YES, I CAN FEEL YOU CUMMING INSIDE ME!!!"

Finally we were both spent. She stopped bucking against me, and I collapsed on top of her. We were both breathing raggedly, and with my chest pressed up against her sweaty tits, I could feel both of our hearts beating a mile a minute. Mom slowly regained her composure, and her eyes focused up onto mine.

"Oh, Rick, Sweetie, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to let myself go crazy like that. Did I hurt you at all?"

"No Mom."

"I know I was screaming for a while. Did I say anything too shocking?"

"It was... different. But I liked it. I liked making you do it, Mom. Umm... did I make you cum?"

She burst into laughter. I thought she was laughing at the thought that I'd be good enough to bring her to orgasm. My face burned, and I started to pull out of her, but she grabbed me and forced me to stay deep inside of her.

"Sweetie, I'm sorry, I'm not laughing at you. You were, in a word, magnificent! You're a wonderful lover. I'm laughing because I started cumming the second you jammed your cock into me, and I didn't stop until you came, too, and stopped moving. That's just the way I'm built. When I make love, I can't stop cumming until I feel my lover's cream spurt inside of me. Weird, huh?"

I kissed her. "Not weird, Mom. Great. It's excellent that you can cum like that. I loved feeling it, and hearing it, and knowing that I was doing it to you."

"You don't mind the screaming, Sweetie?"

"No, Mom, it's a serious turn-on. Just thinking about it makes me want to do it again."

"Great, Baby!" Her hand moved between us and encircled the base of my cock, and she started moving her hips. "How about right now?"

"Wow, Mom. And you called ME insatiable!"

"Oh, that reminds me, Sweetie. Jenny and I had a little talk today. She understands that she can't let her parents know what you two did this morning. In return for that, I'm letting her bring her girlfriend over tomorrow for a little, uh, instructional session with you. OK?" She smiled sweetly up at me, but her smile was replaced with a gasp and a moan as I started moving in her again.

"You bet, Mom," I said as I began to slam her hard.

Mom started cumming and thrashing around again. "Yeah, oh, YEAH RICK, POUND ME!! POUND THAT FAT COCK INTO ME!! SQUIRT YOUR CUM INTO MOMMY LIKE YOU SQUIRTED IT INTO JENNY'S MOUTH, LIKE YOUR GONNA SQUIRT IT IN THEIR FACES TOMORROW WHILE I WATCH, OH GOD, BABY, FUCK ME HARD!!!"

Life is good, huh?













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Intervention









bychunks©

The maid's daughter woke me, gently shaking my shoulder. "Phone, Thomas. Your mother."

I looked up at her, shielding my eyes from the sun that blazed in the sky directly behind her head. "Thanks Esmeralda." She smiled and handed me a cordless phone and walked back to the house.

I said "Hello, Mom."

"How are you, Dear? What's my favorite son doing to pass the time on a cold winter day?"

"Your 'only' son is lounging by the pool, talking to his favorite mother. It's 80 degrees here. What's up?"

"Thomas... There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just say it: Rob and I are getting a divorce."

I sat up in my deck chair. "Good," I said. "Great, in fact. Mom, I'm sorry if you're upset or having a hard time, but I have never liked Rob."

My mother married Rob Wallace when I was 22, four years or so after my father died aboard American Airlines Flight 11 when it crashed into the North Tower of the World Trade Center. Rob isn't a bad guy, really, but compared to my dad's open, boisterous, and loving personality, my step-father is a cold fish. I never got used to him, and since I was away at college when they married I never even had much time to try.

"I know," said Mom. "Rob is a good man and a good provider, but... I was alone and needed someone, and he wanted me, but marrying him was a mistake."

I stretched back out on the lounge chair. "How is he taking it, Mom?"

"Oh, all right. He's disappointed, but not devastated." She chuckled into the phone. "I don't think he's capable of being devastated; he just doesn't have the emotional range. That's part of the problem."

"Where are you going to live? Are you keeping the condo or is he?"

"We're selling it, and that's part of what I wanted to talk to you about. I was hoping that I could fly out to California and live with you for a while in that big mansion of yours."

I sat back up again. "Mom... It would be great to have you out here, really great."

"I sense a 'but' coming."

"Well... it might be better if we got you a place close by. Or there's a really nice little Ritz Carlton hotel near here. We could set you up in a suite there for as long as you like."

We could afford it, either one of us. I gifted $3 million each to Mom and my sister Tina a year ago.

Silence on the phone. Then, "You don't want me to stay with you?"

"Mom, I love you and nothing would make me happier than to have you live with me here, forever if you want. But there are some things you don't know about me."

"Like what?"

Shit, how to explain this... "I worked hard for years. In sixth grade I started working on my college resume. I took honors and advanced prep classes and studied hard and got straight A's. All my leftover time went into writing my video game."

"I remember all that, Thomas. We were very proud of you. I still am."

"When Dad died while I was at MIT, I just drove myself harder. Summa cum laude, BS and MS in engineering, my video game on the market for the PC and then the PS3, my hardware accelerator design sold to Sony."

"You've worked hard and been incredibly successful."

"Yup. I made millions through hard work, and then on top of that I win the California State Lottery this year through pure dumb luck."

"Thomas, what does this have to do with letting me stay with you?"

I thought about how to say it.

"All those years I was working at college and writing software and designing hardware, I missed out on things. Other kids were playing sports; I was doing homework. In college I had some acquaintances but didn't have enough time to really make friends. I didn't go to parties; didn't drink at all, in fact. I stayed in my room and worked on the computer."

I took a deep breath. "Mom... I was still a virgin at 23 when I left MIT."

"Oh my," said my mother. "Well... there's nothing wrong with that, Dear."

"Are you okay talking about this, Mom?"

"Certainly," she said. "We're both adults and I'm not a prude. And I'm your mother; you can talk to me about anything."

"Okay," I said. "I'll go on, then. When the money really started rolling in I realized that I didn't have to work so hard any more. I bought this place on the coast and hired some help: an accountant, a lawyer, a live-in maid who also cooks. Then when I won the lottery, it was like a message from God: 'Relax. Take some time off. Play a little.'"

"Well, that certainly sounds like good advice, Thomas. So are you playing?"

"As much as I can, Mom. In every way possible."

"What do you mean?" said Mom.

"I run and lift weights. I play basketball and touch football and ultimate Frisbee and I've taken up golf."

"You must be in very good shape."

"I have a live-in personal trainer now. She helps me work out and she's teaching me yoga and karate."

"She?" said Mom.

"Nela. She's kicks my ass, but she gives great massages. Not to mention that she's drop-dead gorgeous."

"Live-in maid, live-in trainer. So maybe you don't have enough room for me to stay with you?"

"No, we have plenty of room, Mom. It's just..." I hesitated. "It's just that I'm very hedonistic here. I'm naked a lot, for starters. I'm naked right now, getting some sun by the pool. Could you deal with that if you lived here?"

I could sense my mother blushing over the phone. "Well, Thomas, I haven't seen you nude for many years, but I don't think a little European sunbathing will bother me too much."

"Mom, it's more than that. I'm kind of a half-time nudist now. I'm nude almost all the time I'm in the backyard. I swim naked, jacuzzi naked. It's so private here that I can even be nude in the front yard too, if I want; I only have a couple of neighbors and they don't care. Naked yoga. Nude massages. Sometimes on hot days I never bother getting dressed at all."

"Naked meals?"

"Sometimes."

"But you'd cover up for your mother, wouldn't you?"

I sighed. "That's just it, Mom. I want you here, very much. I love you. But I don't want to change my lifestyle, not one bit. So if you live here with me, you'll have to get used to seeing me in the buff some of the time."

Long pause. Then, "I can do that, I think, Dear."

I said, "There's more, Mom. I'm not a virgin any more."

"Oh, my. Well, that's good, Dear. Do you have a girlfriend?"

I said, "Not exactly. But I have a lot of sex. Pretty much anytime I want. And anywhere I want, too. Indoors and outside. If you live here, you're going to see some of it."

Silence on the phone.

"Mom? Are you still there?"

"Yes, I'm here. I just... Who do you have sex with?"

"Well, Nela and I make love a lot. Neither one of us can get enough. But we're just friends. I've also gotten to know a lot of girls in the area, and some of them come over occasionally."

"More than one at a time?"

"Sometimes."

"Thomas."

"What? I'm having fun, for the first time in my life. I certainly don't want to stop."

Mom said, "Are you having sex with the maid, too?"

"No. She and her daughter are here from Mexico illegally, so it wouldn't be right for me to have a physical relationship with them. It would be like coercion, even if I wasn't trying that. How could they say no?"

"How old is her daughter?"

"Esmeralda? She's eighteen now."

"So she was what, sixteen when they came to work for you? What kind of mother lets her daughter live around a naked man who has sex in plain sight?"

"It's their choice. And I pay them well."

"Oh, Thomas," said Mom. "I'm coming out there to stay with you, if only to calm you down."

"Okay Mom," I said. "But remember, it's your choice, too. And I'm not planning to change any time soon. My house, my rules."

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I picked Mom up at LAX on a hot afternoon two weeks after her phone call. I hadn't seen her for nearly two years, and when she came through the entrance to baggage claim and smiled at me I almost started to tear up, I was so glad to see her. We hugged.

"Thomas, look at you! Tall and tan and fit and handsome. My God, the last time I saw you, you were pasty white from spending all your time hunched over that computer. California certainly agrees with you."

"You look great too, Mom, really excellent."

It was true. She had a beautiful face that was unmarked by age, and (I noticed for the first time) a killer body that felt firm under my hands as we hugged.

She smiled at my compliment. "Thank you, Dear. Careful diet, lots of exercise, and unlike you I stay out of the sun. If you spend as much time by the pool as you say, your skin will be getting all lined and creased in no time. All over," she said, blushing.

I had no comeback, so I said "Come on, let's get your bags and head for home."

I got her luggage into the M5 and we took off. It was a nice day so I stayed off the freeways and drove up the coast.

"It's so beautiful here," she said. "I can understand why you love Southern California."

"Yeah, it doesn't suck," I said. "Would you like to stop and get something to eat on the way? I know a lot of good places where we can get a quick lunch, if you're hungry."

"I'm a little hungry but they fed us on the plane," she said. "I can wait. And I really would like to get settled right away."

"Great," I said. I turned east to take the scenic route through the hills and canyons. "Juana can't wait to cook for you so this will work out fine. She's been shopping and loading up the larder with stuff to make your favorite recipes... at least, the ones I remember you used to like."

"Thank you, Dear, but I don't want to be a bother. I can eat whatever you eat."

I laughed. "Be careful about that. A lot of the time I eat this health crap that Nela feeds me: lumpy green juice and other stuff that I don't want to know the details of. She says it's good for my, ah, stamina."

Mom looked at me. "You mean your sexual stamina?"

"Yeah," I said, looking straight ahead.

"How many times a day do you have sex?"

"Are you sure you want to talk about this, Mom?" I said as I turned onto my road.

"I'm curious. How often?"

I thought about it. "Well, it's hard to say. Sometimes, depending on what I'm doing, there's really no way to say when one 'time' has ended and another 'time' has started. At times I've spent hours having pretty much continuous sex. If it means anything, I once had ten orgasms in one day. But usually I'd say I have no more than three to five orgasms in a typical day."

"Jesus Christ, Thomas!" my mother said. "You fuck like a bunny rabbit!"

"Um, not really, Mom." I was mildly shocked by her language; I didn't remember her cursing much. "Sometimes Nela sleeps with me at night and we'll make love a couple of times in the morning. Then we'll work out, and afterwards she'll give me a massage and finish it with a blow job or a hand job. Often a girl or two will come over for lunch and later we may wind up having sex by the pool. It's like that, casual, not bunny-frantic. Are you sure you're okay talking about this stuff?"

"If I'm going to see it happening, I have to be able to talk about it," said Mom.

We were almost home.

"How about you," I said. "How often do you have sex?"

Mother was silent for a while. Then she said, "Not often. Hardly at all since your father died. Rob isn't... affectionate that way. He doesn't need it like I do. I'm not even sure he likes it."

"But you like it?"

Mom grinned. "Oh, yes. Very much. I miss it. Your father was quite the lover."

And with that, we were home. I pulled into the long flagstone driveway and parked the BMW near the front door. I blipped the horn to let the women know that we had arrived, popped the trunk, got out and walked around and opened Mom's door.

"Thomas... This place is huge!"

I grinned. "It's adequate," I said.

The front door of the house opened and Juana, her daughter Esmeralda, and Nela walked out to greet us.

"You didn't tell me that they're ALL gorgeous," Mom said under her breath.

I looked at the trio of women standing on the front porch and agreed with Mom. My Nela, 29, was a stunning, athletic blonde with long, toned legs and large natural breasts that strained against her sports bra. At 35, exotically beautiful Juana was darker, shorter, and voluptuous in the right places. She could pass for an older sister to her 18 year-old daughter Esmaralda who was shorter still, olive skinned like her mother, but delicate and almost willowy thin.

"You're living with three beautiful, sexy women," said Mom.

I hugged her. "Four, now," I whispered in her ear. She hugged me back hard.

The women walked up to where we stood. "Hi Thomas," said Nela. And then, "Hello, I'm Nela. You must be Mrs. Wallace. Wow, I can see where Thomas gets his good looks."

They all shook hands. "Please call me Natalie," said Mom. "I'm so glad to be here."

Juana said, "We're very happy to have you with us. We have heard much about you from Thomas. Please, you must be exhausted from your travel. Relax and let us collect your luggage. In case you are hungry, I have prepared a light lunch and some wine. Esmeralda will show you to your room, and to the kitchen."

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Half an hour later Mom's luggage was unpacked, we had both grabbed a shower, and now we and "the girls" were seated around the table in the informal dining room.

"This is wonderful, Juana," said my mother. "What is it, tilapia?"

"Yes, fried simply in butter and garlic. Please, Natalie, from now on tell me what you would like for meals and I will make it for you."

"I don't want to be a burden," said Mom. "After this meal I'm guessing that anything you make will be wonderful."

Juana shrugged. "It is what I do, and I am happy to do it for Thomas and Nela and now for you. It would make me happy if you will tell me what foods you like."

"Okay, but only if you'll let me help you in the kitchen."

Juana smiled and her face lit up. "It is a deal."

I said, "So, Mom. Now that you're settled, what would you like to do first?"

"What would you be doing if I weren't here?"

I looked at my watch, then across the table at Nela, who grinned back at me. "Well, I might lay out by the pool and get some sun."

"Well then, that's what we'll do," said Mom.

"Or," I continued, "since I've been away for a few hours, I might try to talk Nela into having sex with me."

"You wouldn't have to try very hard," said Nela.

"Maybe sex by the pool in the sun, sort of multi-tasking, you know?" I said. Juana and Esmaralda smiled.

"Thomas, please!" said Mom.

Nela stood up and kissed my cheek. "Thomas, stop trying to shock your poor mother. You two spend some time getting reacquainted. I'm going to drive down the hill and do a little shopping." She looked at Mom. "It was lovely meeting you, Natalie. I really hope you'll be staying with us for a long time."

"Thank you Dear," said my mother. "I hope so, too. It may take me some time to get used to the... lifestyle here, though."

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Another half hour after that I was naked and lying face down on a lounger by the pool, sweating in the hot sun and occasionally sipping at a cold beer. Unknown to me at the time, Mom was in the kitchen talking to Juana and Esmeralda.

"Juana, why do you put up with the way my son acts?"

"What do you mean, Natalie? He treats us very well here. My pay is very good. He is putting my Esmeralda through college. This is a wonderful home."

"I mean... I know he's naked a lot and has sex in the open. Why do you tolerate it?"

Juana said, "I knew that Thomas was the way he is before I took this job, Natalie. But then again, all young men have, or want to have, a lot of sex. My own brother went through all the young girls in our town, and according to rumor he also went through many of the not-so-young women. It is true that in Mexico we are not so open with our bodies and I was not used to seeing naked men. But how is it so bad? We can look away if we wish to, but he is a very attractive man; very sexy. So I look. And he is always a gentleman with us, so I know we have nothing to fear from him. In fact, he is too much of a gentleman."

"What do you mean?"

"I wish that he would court my daughter."

"Mom!" Esmeralda said.

"Mija, he is smart, handsome, rich... and we have seen that he is an exceptional and caring lover."

"True, Mom." Esmeralda was blushing.

"Because he likes to make love in front of others, if he fell in love with you I could watch him take your virginity and assure that he was gentle and kind."

Esmeralda just continued blushing.

"Dios," said Juana, "I would be almost as happy if he showed an interest in me..."

"Goodness," said Mom. "I'm not used to being the most conservative person in the house."

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I heard footsteps approaching and then stop next to me.

"Nice ass, son," said Mom as she sat on the lounger next to me. She was obviously working on putting up a brave front.

"Thanks, Mom," I said. "I work hard to keep my body in shape."

"It shows," she said.

Mom was wearing a conservative one piece bathing suit that covered all the interesting parts with material thick enough to prevent any suggestive outlines from showing through. Still, it couldn't hide the fact that my mother was a knock-out.

"You're going to bake in that thing, Mom. We'll have to go shopping for some bikinis tomorrow."

"I'll be fine," she said.

"You have a killer body, Mom," I said. "You should flaunt it a little."

Mom smiled at me. "Thanks, Dear, I appreciate the compliment. But it seems to me that you're doing enough flaunting for both of us." She settled herself on her lounger, face down. She really does have a nice butt, very choice, I caught myself thinking. Holy crap, this was my mom here. I gave my head a little shake.

"Want a beer?" I said.

"Sure, whatever you're having," Mom said.

I got up and walked to the house and into the kitchen where Esmaralda was doing something at the sink. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and when I turned back around she was watching me from a couple of feet away. At six-one, I towered over her little frame. As always, she stared at my body for a few seconds before making eye contact.

"Is there anything you need, Thomas?" she said.

And as always, I stifled my automatic sexual reply. Yes, I'd really love to tell you what I think you could do for me, but no, I'm not going to.

"Nope, thanks Hun. Just getting a beer for my mother." I turned and padded away.

"Here's your beer, Mom." I held it towards her and waited while she looked around and then up at me. Her gaze locked onto my groin and held.

"Jesus Christ, Thomas, you're hung like a horse!" she blurted.

I looked down. I was maybe a quarter erect, as I tend to be almost all the time when it's warm and sunny and I'm naked.

"People who say that have never actually seen a horse," I said.

She made no move to take the beer and her eyes stayed on my dick.

"But... it's big! Maybe too big."

"It's not that big, Mom. Eight inches, and kind of thick. But it fits all the important places on Nela just right."

"Thomas! You shouldn't talk to your mother about such things."

"My house, my rules, Mom. But if you really think that's true, then maybe you shouldn't be staring at your son's cock this long."

She finally looked up at me. "Touche," she said. She grabbed the beer and took a long drink, polishing off about half the bottle. She looked back down at my dick. "Jesus Christ," she said again, and finished off the beer.

"Want another before I sit down, Mom?" I said.

"No, thanks. But it was really good. I don't think I've ever had beer that good."

"It's Mexican ale, Negra Modelo. What kind of beer do you usually drink?"

"Your father didn't drink at all. Rob drinks Bud Light."

"Oh, ick," I said. "My house, my rules. I'm going to introduce you to some of the better things in life, starting with the world's decent beers."

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Another half hour after that a very naked Nela walked out to the pool and lay down on the lounger on the other side of my mother.

"Oh my," said my mom. "Great. That body sure takes the wind out of an old lady's sails."

I at least had to agree that Nela was pure wonderfulness. Her lovely body was lightly and evenly rotisserie tanned. Every muscle was toned to perfection. Her ass was a perfect firm heart shape. Her breasts were large for her athletic frame, but there's absolutely nothing wrong with that.

"Please," said Nela. "You're beautiful, and it's obvious that you're in wonderful shape. That's an expert opinion, by the way. May I ask how old you are?"

"I'm forty-four," said Mom.

"Shit," said Nela. "I hope I can find a way to look as good as you when I'm forty-four. I'm not sure I look that good now. If I didn't know for certain that you had a grown son, I'd never believe that you're older than maybe mid-thirties."

Mom smiled at Nela, a very warm smile. "Thank you, Sweetie."

The three of us lay there mostly in silence for the next hour, drinking beer and enjoying the sun. Every once in a while we'd hop in the pool to cool down. After a while Mom started fidgeting.

"It's hot," she said. "Maybe I should go inside."

I said, "Hop in the pool and cool off, Mom."

Silence. Then, "It's not just that. I'm starting to feel weird being the only one who's dressed out here."

Nela laughed. "It's the 'nude beach' effect, Natalie. You go there and everybody is naked but you're too shy to go naked yourself. After a while you realize that you feel different from everyone and it's only when you finally strip off that you feel less exposed."

"Why don't you take your bathing suit off, Mom?" I said. "You'll be much cooler. And I'm here to tell you from experience that baring it all outside is good for the soul."

"Shit, I don't know if I can," said Mom. "I was raised to protect my virginity and clothe my naughty parts at all costs. I don't know how you guys can be so casual about this."

"No pressure. But think of it this way," said Nela. "Nudity and sex are two different things. We're naked all the time without having sex. We can also have sex without being naked. And more importantly, there's nothing wrong with either sex or nudity, we've just been taught that there is. You're with people that like you and love you, and you can trust us not to judge you either way."

Mom was silent for a while. Then she said, "Okay, I'm going to do it. But I want to trade loungers with Nela. And no fair peeking while I get undressed."

"Deal," we both said at the same time. Mom and Nela exchanged loungers, so Nela was now sitting next to me. She automatically reached out and took my hand. I closed my eyes. I admitted to myself that I was looking forward to seeing my mother nude.

We heard some shuffling around, and then Mom said, "Okay... God help me, I'm nakkies here."

I opened my eyes and looked at my mother. She was laying on her back on the lounger with her eyes squeezed shut, maybe anticipating something terrible.

Oh my God, I thought, this is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her body was flawless. Her breasts were full and round and her nipples were hard (excited?) and crying out for attention. Her waist was tiny. Her muscles were toned and if there was an ounce of fat on her, it belonged there. Unlike Nela who waxed religiously, my mother had a sparse growth of pubic hair around a pussy that looked custom made for licking and sucking and...

Goddamn, stop it!! I told myself.

"Oh fuck," said Nela. "I knew it. You're perfect, Natalie."

Mom opened her eyes and looked at Natalie. "I'm old and yucky," she said. "You're young and beautiful."

Nela placed a hand on my mother's waist. I heard Mom's sharp intake of breath.

"I can double and redouble my workouts and I'll still never have abs like yours," said Nela. She moved her hand to cup my mother's breast and I heard Mom gasp again. "Or tits like these," she said. "I'm cursed by bad genetics. I'm fifteen years younger than you but right now, looking at you like this, I think your body looks younger and better than mine. What do you think, Thomas?" Both women looked at me, and then down at my dick...

Which I suddenly realized was throbbing at full attention.

My open minded Nela just chuckled, but Mom stared at me with her mouth agape.

"Is... is that for me?" she said.

"Mom, I'm so sorry," I said. "I don't know what I was thinking. I wasn't thinking at all. I was just... You're... I can't help it. You're so fucking beautiful. I have the two most attractive women in greater Los Angeles, naked, right next to me. Give a guy a break."

"I like that you think I'm pretty," Mom said in a low voice. She was still staring at my erect penis. "My God," she said.

"Pretty doesn't begin to cover it, Natalie," Nela said. "Your one flaw is that uneven tan line, and from this point forward we'll work on that religiously." She reached down into a little purse and came up with tanning oil. "Special stuff," she said. "Helps you tan while keeping the most harmful rays away from your skin. May I?" She poured oil onto her hands and before Mom could answer Nela began rubbing it onto Mom's legs and tummy. While this was happening, Mom continued to stare at my hard, now dripping, cock.

When Nela started rubbing oil onto Mom's tits, Mom's eyes finally closed and she let out a soft moan. Nela looked at me to make sure I was watching her hands on Mom, then she started rubbing Mom's nipples with her thumbs. Mom groaned and her whole body shivered.

"I... oh God, what are you doing?" she gasped.

"Just putting some suntan oil on a new friend," said Nela. She rubbed oil onto Mom's upper chest and went back and gave both her nipples a little tweak in a finishing touch that made Mom gasp.

"Careful, Mom," I said. "I don't think I told you: Nela is bisexual."

"That's right," said Nela, "I am. And any time you need one of my 'special massages' you let me know, Natalie." She turned to me and wrapped her hand around my erection. "Now Thomas, what are we going to do about this hard cock of yours?" Without waiting for a response, she bent down and took every inch of it into her mouth.

I groaned and grabbed her head as it bobbed up and down my shaft. Nela is an excellent cocksucker. She seems to have no gag reflex, and I'll never know how she builds up so much suction. She started the little humming she does because she knows I like the vibration.

Then I remembered that my mother was here with us. I looked over at her, expecting her to either be gone or to have her eyes squeezed shut.

Instead, Mom was wide-eyed, her mouth hanging open as she watched Nela's mouth moving along my rigid cock. She looked at me with no change of expression, then immediately back down at the fine work that Nela was doing.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I said. "I wasn't planning on shocking you like this quite so soon."

Mom looked back up at me. "Thomas... I'm not shocked. Well, yes, I am shocked. But I'm fascinated. You are both so beautiful, and your cock is so big and hard, and she's so good at what she's doing... This is like watching a good porn flick. In person." She moved over to the lounger next to me to get closer to the action. "Frankly, son, it's making me horny."

Nela said, "I heard that," and without another word she quickly reversed her position and began licking my mother's clit.

"Oh God," my mother gasped as Nela spread Mom's legs and grabbed her ass and began eating her pussy in earnest. "Oh... Oh... That feels so good. Oh, what am I doing?"

My right hand was slowly stroking my cock. I reached over and held my mother's hand with my left. "My house, my rules, Mom. Rule number one is 'Relax and enjoy.' Nela is really, really good at what she's doing."

"Yes... I can tell... I shouldn't be doing this... in front of you," she said between moans and gasps. "And I've never... been... Oh, God, yes!... with a woman..." She looked over at me, then down to watch my hand stroking my hard, wet cock.

"Hello," said Juana and Esmeralda, appearing next to us. "We thought you might like more beer," said Esmeralda. She set down a bucket holding six icy Bohemia bottles, then stood back and just watched our naked trio for a while: me slowly jacking my erection and holding my mother's hand; Nela working my mother's pussy for all she was worth; Mom writhing on her lounger and looking incredibly sexy and flustered at the same time.

"Thanks, Esmeralda, you're a lifesaver," I said.

"This... is... so weird..." said Mom.

"Would you like anything else, Thomas?" Juana said.

"Oh... OH... OOOOH... I'm gonna cum!! I'm gonna... AAAAAAAAHH!!!!" We watched as my Mom, who had been moaning but fairly quietly up until now, tensed up and then thrashed around and let out a shriek so loud that my neighbors must have heard it. Her hand squeezed mine so tightly it hurt.

Nela looked up at me and said, "Thomas, your mother is delicious!" before diving back down to lap up Mom's cum juices. Meanwhile, my mother was twisting around under Nela until they were lying in the 69 position.

I said, "No thanks, Juana. It seems as though we have everything we need for now. Why don't you two have a beer?"

"Thanks, I think I will," she said. They each grabbed one and sat down on the open lounger and we all watched as the Nela and Natalie worked each other over.

Nela didn't lift off of Mom but started moaning as she felt her pussy being attacked from below. Mom's arms were wrapped around Nela's lower back and I could hear slurping sounds coming from the direction of Mom's face. Nela opened her legs and got onto her knees to give Mom more room to work, and that got my attention as Nela's cute little ass was now up and available.

I got up and positioned myself behind Nela, standing right in front of Juana and Esmeralda who watched quietly as I stroked myself. I put one hand on Nela's ass while with the other one I guided my cock into her tight little snatch. Nela gave a little yelp as I groaned and buried myself deep inside her. I looked down and saw my mother looking back up at me, startled as she felt my balls hit her forehead. I smiled at her as I began to pump into Nela. Mom had certainly come a long way in a short time.

The combination of Mom's tongue and my cock quickly sent Nela into orgasm. She's a bit of a squirter and I felt my cock bathed in her juices as her pussy clenched tightly around me. Fuck, it felt good. The exhibitionist in me was going wild as I pounded into Nela with Juana and Esmeralda watching me from the side and my mother watching from below. I felt my orgasm beginning and I could tell that it was going to be a strong one.

Suddenly I felt my mother's tongue on the underside of my cock. My God, my own mother was licking my dick as it pistoned into Nela's juicy little pussy. I was just about to blow my nut and in the heat of the moment I thought about cumming in Mom's mouth. But no, I wasn't sure she could handle that and I wasn't positive I'd be happy with myself if I did it, either, and it might finally be the one thing that offended the Mexican ladies.

Instead, I drove deeply into Nela and groaned in pleasure as a burst cum shot out of my dick and into my lover. I think my mom recognized that I was cumming because she suddenly sucked hard on Nela's clit and pushed her over the edge again to cum with me. Nela moaned and I felt her pussy muscles milking me again, this time actually milking the cum from my hard cock. Jesus Christ it felt good; I don't know how I avoided passing out.

When I pulled out of Nela my cock was still pretty hard, and one last shot dropped down onto Mom's face. But I don't think she noticed: she was still working on Nela, bringing her down from her own orgasm. She moved her mouth off of Nela's sensitive clit and started licking and sucking her pussy lips. She stuck her tongue deep in Nela's hole, then surprised me by sucking her cunt hard. My mother was sucking my cum from Nela's pussy! Maybe I should have cum in her mouth after all.

Sweat was running down my body from the exertion in the hot sun. I sat down on the lounger between Juana and Esmeralda and grabbed a beer. "I really need this," I said, and downed the whole bottle in one go. Juana and her daughter each rested a hand on my thighs, which surprised me again: I couldn't remember when either of them had touched me like this.

Nela groaned and dragged herself off of my mother and collapsed in the other lounger. My mother looked up at us. Her face was flushed and wet from the combination of Nela's pussy juices and my spunk. She licked her lips.

"I'm going to hell," she said.

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"Hello?"

"Tina, it's Mom."

"Hi Mom! How are you?"

"I'm in California, at your brother's house. Tina, we need to hold an intervention. I came here to do it myself, but I'm afraid I'm failing miserably. Can you fly out?"

"Oh no, what is it? Drugs? Alcohol?"

"Nothing like that, Honey. But I need you here. Can you come?"

"I'm on my way, Mom."

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Intervention Ch. 02
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Tina's plane touched down at LAX at ten o'clock on another brutal Southern California winter day: 72 degrees with a mild wind blowing from the east. The sky was bright and clear and free of smog.

"Mom!" yelled Tina as she spotted Natalie Wallace in the baggage claim area. They hugged.

"You look great, Mom! Nice tan!"

"You look wonderful too, Dear," said Natalie. "Chicago life must agree with you."

"Yeah, it does. Except for the fact that it's freezing-ass cold there. What's it like outside?"

"It's in the seventies and very sunny," said Natalie. "I hope you brought warm weather clothes."

"Jesus," said Tina. "It's almost Christmas. How can it be so hot?"

"Why do you think so many people want to live here, Tina?"

Natalie's driver grabbed their luggage and within a few minutes the women were sipping coffee in the back of a limousine.

"Okay Mom, I'm here. WHY am I here?"

Natalie was silent for a moment, composing her thoughts. "You already know that Rob and I have separated," she said.

"Yes." Tina took Natalie's hand.

"I asked your brother if I could stay with him while I tried to figure out what to do next, and he happily agreed," said Natalie. "But first he tried to talk me out of it."

"Why?"

"Well, he worked really hard for years to get where he is, and now he's playing. He has a very hedonistic lifestyle. He's nude lot of the time, for starters."

Tina stared at her. "Thomas is a nudist?"

"Sort of," said Natalie. "I mean, he wears clothes, but only when it suits him. He sleeps naked and so when he wakes up he tends to wander around the house naked, too. And he spends a lot of time in the sun by the pool, almost always au naturale."

Tina licked her lips and thought, I'm finally going to get to see my big brother naked. She said, "He does it even though you're there?"

"He warned me about it on the phone before I came here," said Natalie. "And I'm not the only one who sees him. He has a live-in maid with a daughter who's 18."

"Wow," said Tina. "And they're okay with Thomas running around naked?"

"Yes, and that's not all," said Mom. "He has sex in the open, too."

Tina's mouth hung open in astonishment. "You're kidding," she said.

"Nope. The first day I was here he had sex with his personal trainer by the pool right in front of the maid, her daughter, and, umm, me."

"Back up Mom," said Tina. "They all work for him. Does he somehow force them to have sex with him and watch?"

"No, no. Nothing like that. His trainer, Nela, lives with him and sometimes they make love. They're more than friends but not exactly committed to each other. They both see other people. When he hired Juana, the maid, he told her how he lived and what he did and she was fine with it. Apparently her daughter, Esmeralda, is okay with it too. They are here from Mexico illegally and Thomas pays Juana well and is putting Esmeralda through college. I think they're both attracted to Thomas, but he told me that he won't have sex with them because he could never be sure whether they were doing it because they wanted to or because they were afraid of losing the job or being deported."

"Well, he's an exhibitionist but at least he's not a total jerk," said Tina.

"No, he's actually quite the gentleman. He's just very open about nudity and sex, and he doesn't want to change."

"How many times have you seen him having sex?" said Tina.

"Four times in two days," said Natalie. "Once with Nela in the exercise room, twice with Nela by the pool, and another time by the pool with Nela and another woman who came over for lunch and wound up staying."

Tina was becoming aroused at the thought of watching her big brother having sex. She'd always had a crush on him and had often wondered what it would be like making love with him, but she'd kept those thoughts locked away in a very secret part of her. Now the lock was open and those thoughts were very much on her mind.

"There's more," said Natalie. "I'm afraid I've gotten caught up in the sex, too."

"What? You've had sex with Thomas?"

"No! Well... no, not technically," said Natalie.

"Explain," said Tina.

"Oh, dear. Well, the first day I was there, I was sunbathing with Thomas. He was naked and I had my suit on. Then Nela joined us and she was naked, too. After a while I started to feel weird being the only one dressed and they talked me into taking off my suit. I was nervous but... you know, it was actually very liberating!"

"I've been to nude beaches, Mom," said Tina. "There are a couple of places not too far from Chicago where you can get naked, too, although not this time of year of course. I know it feels good to be nude under the sun."

"So anyway... When I took off my suit, Thomas got... an erection."

"Jesus! Your own son got a hard-on for you? How did that make you feel?"

"Attractive, actually," said Natalie. "And... a little turned on. And then Nela started rubbing suntan oil all over me and I got a lot turned-on."

Tina was becoming pretty turned on herself. She could feel her panties starting to get wet.

"And then Nela simply turned around to Thomas and started deep throating him."

"Jesus," Tina said again. "With you right there watching?"

"Thomas apologized for shocking me so soon but I admitted that the whole thing was making me horny, and that's when Nela turned back to me and started licking my clit."

"Holy shit, Mom! What did you do?"

"I had an orgasm, Dear. And then, God help me, I squirmed around under her and started licking her clit, too."

"You were 69 with another woman?" Tina squirmed around on the seat. "What a turn on!"

"Juana and Esmeralda came out while this was going on and they sat down to watch. Then your brother entered Nela from behind. His dick was right above my face and his balls were slapping my forehead as he fucked her, and I was still licking her clit."

Tina absentmindedly began rubbing her pussy through her skirt.

Natalie hung her head. "I licked his cock, Tina. It was moving in and out right in front of my face and I couldn't help it. I just moved my tongue up a little and licked his hard cock as it moved. And after he came and pulled out... I drank his cum from Nela's pussy. My own son's cum."

"Oh God, Mom, that's so fucking hot!" Tina rubbed herself harder.

Natalie put her hand over Tina's. "Please Dear, stop that. That's the wrong reaction. I came out here to see if I could calm Thomas down and within the first couple of hours I was having sex with a woman for the first time and wanting your brother's cock in my mouth. I brought you here to help snap me out of this and get your brother back to some sort of normalcy."

Tina moved her hand away from her crotch. "Sorry, Mom. I didn't even realize I was doing that. Okay, I'll try to help you. But from what you've said so far, it sounds like Thomas has a life any man would kill for!"

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Meanwhile, I was flat on my back on the massage table in the exercise room. Nela's hands were on my left leg, moving slowly up the thigh in a Swedish effleurage move. Juana's hands were mirroring Nela's actions on my right leg. Juana was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt but as usual my beautiful Nela was naked. As always, my cock had come to life when Nela started working my upper legs and was now straining at full, hard attention.

"Lots of pressure here," said Nela. "Don't try to use your arms and shoulders or you'll get tired quickly. Use your hips and leverage as I showed you."

"I have it, I think," said Juana. "How does it feel, Thomas?"

"It's heavenly, Juana. Perfect," I said. "Don't ever stop."

"Now the inner thigh, like this," said Nela. She worked the inside of my leg from my knee to my crotch with quick petrissage movements. She watched Juana working and said, "Good, but go higher. We all know that Thomas isn't shy."

"Yes, Nela." She moved higher. For the first time ever, I felt Juana's hand touching my balls. She sort of nudged them out of the way as her hands moved all the way up into my crotch, and Nela's did the same on the other side. I groaned. I felt my cock dripping pre-cum onto my abs.

"And that's it," said Nela. "The massage is done. I've written notes that describe the whole routine but if you do it yourself a few more times you probably won't even need them." She looked down at my erection. "Now you can see that there's one last part of Thomas that's still tense, right?"

Juana looked at my cock. "Yes. I see."

"This is the point where I always give Thomas either a hand job or a blow job or full on sex until he cums and is totally relaxed." She looked at Juana expectantly.

"Juana," I said. "You don't have to do that."

Juana smiled at me. "No, Thomas, I do not. But I am going to. Soon Nela will be gone for two weeks and then who will be here to give you your massages? But I must do it properly." Without hesitation she pulled her t-shirt over her head and dropped her shorts, and I was treated to the sight of her lovely naked body for the first time.

"God, you're beautiful, Juana," I said. But really, really, you don't have to do this."

"Shut up, Thomas," Juana said. She gently grabbed my hard cock and I groaned.

"Would you like me to show you my technique?" said Nela.

"No, thank you Nela," said Juana. "I know my way around one of these." She bent down and began licking and kissing the shaft of my erection, then licked the pre-cum from my slit, then sucked the head of my cock into her mouth as her hand jacked up and down the shaft."

"Yes, I see that you do," said Nela. She bent over and gently sucked one of my balls into her mouth and rolled it around on her tongue. Meanwhile Juana began to bob her head up and down, engulfing almost all of my cock in her mouth. I groaned with pleasure.

"I am sorry, Thomas," said Juana, coming up for air. "I cannot take all of you. My throat will not open up. I do not know how to do that." Her hand continued jacking me as she spoke.

"We'll work on that if you want," said Nela.

"It doesn't matter anyway, Juana," I said. "You feel wonderful." Juana smiled at me and started sucking and jacking me hard.

At this point Esmeralda walked in and was treated to the sight of her very naked mother working hard at giving me a great blow job. Juana's saliva was running down my hard shaft and her slurping and sucking sounds were audible.

"Jesus, Mother!" said Esmeralda.

"Juana, I'm going to cum!" I warned. Nela stood up and took my hand and gazed down into my eyes. Juana just sucked harder.

"Oh God, oh God... Here it comes... I'm cumming... AAAAAHH!!! My hips started bucking off the table and driving my cock up into Juana's throat as I came hard. She backed off a little but hung on and started swallowing as I spurted my hot cum onto her tongue.

"Oh Jesus..." I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her down onto me and felt her throat open and suck me in, and she stayed that way until my orgasm finished and I relaxed and my head hit the table again. Finally she pulled off of me and squeezed up my shaft and licked at the remaining cum that bubbled up out of my cock.

I looked over at Esmeralda. Her mouth was hanging open in astonishment as she watched her mother lick cum off the head of my dick. I looked up at Nela.

"It's awesome watching you cum," said Nela, and she squeezed my hand. "I never really get to just watch your face and body when you climax. You're so passionate."

"Yes, you are, Thomas," said Juana. "And you taste very good as well. Very good."

"I'm sorry I did that, Juana," I said. "I'm sorry I grabbed you like that. I do it all the time with Nela and I just wasn't thinking."

"It is not a problem Thomas," she said. "Now we know that I can in fact take you into my throat. We will have to work on that much more, so that I get better at it."

I smiled. "I'm certainly willing," I said. "But you have to understand that this is not a part of your job. If you decide never do it again, it's okay."

Juana looked up at me. "No, it is not okay," she said. "I am very tired of watching everyone having fun around here except me. We will do this again, and at every massage while Nela is gone. And we will do more, if you are willing.

"And," she continued, "in case I'm not available for your massages, we will have to teach Esmeralda how to give them as well. Tell me, mija, have you ever sucked a man's penis?"

We all looked at Esmeralda. She blushed and looked at the floor. "No, Mother," she said in a small voice.

"Would you be willing to?"

A little smile played on Esmeralda's face. Without looking up she said, "Yes, Mother."

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I showered and shaved and headed down to the pool where Juana and Nela were lying in the sun, talking.

"Hi, ladies. Mind if I join you?" I said as I sat down in the lounger next to Juana.

"Of course not, Thomas," said Juana. "We were just talking about you."

"Really? Good things, I hope."

"Yes. We were discussing the taste of your... I do not know the English word for it."

"Cum," said Nela. "Or jizz. Spunk. Sperm. Love cream. Baby batter..."

"Yes," laughed Juana, "we were discussing the flavor of your baby batter." She stretched luxuriously. "It is so good to finally be naked with you both under the sun. I have wanted to do this for some time, and finally the massage has given me the excuse to start."

I looked at her body. She was several inches shorter than Nela, maybe five foot two. Nela was a natural blonde with a beautiful light allover tan; Juana's hair was black and her natural olive skin tone was darker than Nela's tan. Whereas Nela was trim and athletic (except for her rather large natural breasts), Juana was curvy and voluptuous with flaring hips and big round tits. Her areolas were small and just a little darker than the rest of her skin, and her small nipples were hard. Unlike Nela who waxed her pubic area religiously, Juana's mound and pussy were covered by a neatly trimmed thatch of curly black hair.

"Your body is beautiful, Juana, truly beautiful. You didn't need an excuse, we're more than happy to have you switch from the prude side to the nude side. This must be kind of strange for you, though, a good Catholic girl from Mexico."

"Yes," she said. "At first it was all strange, but I needed the job. Esmeralda and I tried not to look at you. But very shortly it became natural to see you naked. And, of course, you are a very attractive man. We both began to wish to see you without clothing all the time. We particularly enjoyed seeing you when you were hard."

"Thanks," I said, and I may have actually been blushing.

"I will admit that the first time we saw you and Nela having sex was a shock," said Juana. But that quickly began to seem natural, too. As your mother said, you are both beautiful and watching you play is like watching a high quality adult movie. Yet it is so much better to see the sex in person, so much more exciting."

"You always seemed very comfortable with it," said Nela.

"In spite of the nudity and sex going on here, we felt and still feel very safe. Thomas takes care of us and has always treated us extremely well and has never tried anything physical with either of us. So it is as if we are living in an erotic fantasy park, watching Thomas make you and other women scream. Esmeralda has learned much in the last two years!

"I became sexual when I was very young, twelve years old," she continued. "Very sexual. I had many lovers over time and still my body could not be satisfied. Looking back, I was lucky not to get pregnant at the beginning or pick up some sort of disease along the way, because my lovers never wore condoms.

"At 16 I did become pregnant with Esmeralda. From making love with my brother." Juana looked away. "Does this shock you?"

Nela and I each reached out and held one of Juana's hands.

"No," said Nela. "As long as he didn't force himself on you, as long as you consented..."

Juana laughed. "Consented? Yes. I had wanted him for the longest time and when the opportunity came I nearly bangd him. Our parents were traveling looking for work, and my brother and I did nothing for nine straight days but eat, sleep, and make love over and over again in every possible way. Esmeralda was the result."

"Thank you for telling us. Thank you for trusting us," I said.

Juana looked at me. "I do trust you, Thomas. I trust both of you. There is no deceit in either of you; you are both as open as humans could possibly be.

"My parents never knew who the father was. We were very poor but when Esmeralda was born they accepted her into their home. My brother also was very good to her, but of course we could never live as husband and wife. When I was 19 I left with the baby and found work at a hotel in Mexico City, but the crime there shocked and frightened me so I left for a job at a resort in Playa del Carmen, on the Caribbean Sea. This was where I first was exposed to people from other cultures who went nude outdoors, and as with you it was strange but I needed the work. And after a while it became natural.

"Eventually Esmeralda and I made our way to Los Angeles looking for a better life. And found you, Thomas. And then you, Nela. You are my employer, Thomas, and I am very sorry if I am out of place saying this, but I feel as though you are my family."

"I feel the same way, Juana," I said. "I love having you and Esmeralda here. I hope you stay here forever."

She smiled at me, then looked away. "There is something more. I am attracted to you, physically. If Nela will allow it I would love to make love to you, Thomas. If you find me at all attractive. You have never shown any attraction to me."

Nela laughed. "Juana, you know my answer. Hell, you and I have watched Thomas have other women right here. I would love to watch him have sex with you."

I squeezed Juana's hand. "Oh my God, Juana, of course you're attractive. I've never touched you or your daughter simply because I've been afraid that you would feel you have to give in to me in order to stay here. I would love making love with you. But would Esmeralda understand?"

"Oh, yes," said Juana. "We have talked about this. Esmeralda is attracted to you also, but she is a virgin and is not yet ready for sex. However, though she is quiet and shy, she is very much looking forward to learning to give you a... massage. As for me, I am very ready for sex. And it appears that you are as well."

She moved over to my lounger and placed her hand on my penis. And yes, I was rock hard at the thought of making love with her. She straddled me and without preliminaries guided my hard cock to her opening and sank down on me until I was fully buried in her tight, hot, wet pussy.

"Thomas," she moaned. I put my hand on her neck and pulled her down to me and kissed her, gently at first and then harder as her mouth opened and her tongue sought mine. She moaned and began to move over me, her hips rising and falling as she rode my hard shaft. She sat up and placed her hands on my chest for leverage and began riding me in earnest, her hips slamming hard into my body.

"Uhn... uhn... uhn... uhn..." Juana kept up an involuntary guttural moan as she bounced on my cock. "You... feel so... good..." she said.

"No," I said. "YOU feel so good." I grabbed her breasts and rubbed her nipples with my thumbs and she screamed "Yes!"

"Hey," said Nela, walking over. "Let me play, too." She moved one of my hands away and took Juana's nipple into her mouth.

"Oh God, yes!" screamed Juana, and started bouncing even faster on my cock. She put a hand behind Nela's head and mashed Nela's face into her breast. "Lick it! Bite it!"

I tweaked Juana's other nipple while Nela was doing whatever she was doing, and it sent Juana over the edge. Her body went taught and she stopped riding me and I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock, and then her scream filled the backyard.

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"AAAAAAHH, Dios mio... AIEEEEEEE!!!"

Juana's eyes squeezed shut and her head whipped back and her body started shaking and then bucking and Nela and I held onto her for dear life. Her pussy was spasming around my cock and it felt incredible. Juana's orgasm was so intense that I was afraid she was going to pass out, and more afraid that if she didn't pass out she'd have a stroke.

"OH MY GOD!!" she said as she finally started coming down from her climax. "Oh... oh... oh my God! Thank you, both of you!"

She started to ride me again but I wanted something else, I wanted to be in control. I picked her up and turned her around and placed her back on the lounger on her hands and knees. She yelped as I entered her from behind and started her guttural moaning again as I grabbed her hips and began thrusting into her with long, hard strokes.

Sweat began dripping from my forehead onto Juana's ass as I pounded into her pussy from behind. I wanted to cum, was desperate for it, but for some reason it seemed miles away. I doubled my speed and slammed into Juana so hard the lounger started scooting over the deck a little with each stroke. Our bodies made a loud smacking sound each time we came together, and Juana alternated between moaning, gibberish syllables, English curse words, and Spanish that I didn't understand.

"Wow," said Nela, watching us.

"Dios, Dios, DIOS, not again... oh God... ah fuck me... AIEEEEEE!!!" Juana's pussy clamped down again and became doubly tight as I continued slamming into her hard and fast, and that finally did it for me. I grabbed Juana's tits and plunged in as hard and deep as I could and held on as I shot into her.

"I'm CUMMING!!! AAAAAAAH!!!" Both our screams filled the yard as I pulled savagely on her tits to drive myself even deeper into her.

"OOOOHH... I can feel it, Thomas, I can feel your cum filling me!!" Juana collapsed onto the lounger and I fell onto her back, both of us breathing hard and moaning as our orgasms subsided. I wrapped my arms around her tightly and nuzzled her neck.

"That was wonderful," I said. "So wonderful. Thank you." I slowly and gently pulled out of her, helped her turn around to face me, and kissed her deeply. "Thank you, Juana," I said again.

"No, Thomas. Thank you. This is the first time I have made love in a very long time, and it was wonderful, wonderful. Please say that it won't be the last time."

I laughed. "No way will it be the last time, Juana. In fact, it may not even be the last time today!" I looked over at Nela hoping for a laugh from her too, but stopped short when I saw what was behind her.

Esmeralda, my mother, and my sister Tina were all standing just outside the house, staring at us with their mouths hanging open. Obviously they'd been there long enough to see at least some of the show. What in the world was little Tina doing here?

I stood up and tried to think of something to say, but Nela, oblivious to the audience behind her, said "Thanks Honey!" and quickly moved between Juana's legs and started happily lapping up my cum from Juana's pussy.

As Juana started moaning again I said, "Welcome to California, Tina."

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An hour later it was just Tina and me, properly attired, sitting in the living room and getting reacquainted. Mom, Juana, and Esmeralda were out shopping; Nela was having lunch with a lesbian friend.

"It's really, really good to see you, Squirt," I said as I hugged Tina again. I hadn't seen her for over a year and she felt so good in my arms. I was filled with my love for her, and with a little shame as well. "I'm sorry that you caught us... in flagrante delicto. Not a very traditional welcome."

"You don't have a very traditional home from what I hear, Tommy," she said. Tina was the only person who could get away with calling me that. I usually hated that nickname but when she said it I felt warm and happy. "And also from what I've seen," she continued. "Mom told me everything, but she also told me that you never have sex with Juana and Esmeralda."

"That was true until today," I said. "Nela was teaching Juana how to give me a massage, and it made me hard, and Juana gave me a blow job like Nela usually does, and then the three of us talked a lot about sex and Juana's comfort level here, and one thing led to another... Again, Sweetie, I'm sorry if I shocked you. I didn't even know you were coming."

"I sure could tell that YOU were cumming," she joked. "Everybody within a mile must have known. And I'm not shocked, Tommy. Mom brought me here to help her 'intervene,' to get you to be less naked and less sexual. But what the hell: you like being naked, and so do I. You like having sex; so do I. I'm 23 and your 25; we're both adults. The only difference between us is that I've never had public sex. Well, not as public as what you do, anyway. But I'm okay with it. You're not in a committed relationship so as far as I'm concerned you should be having as much sex as you want, with whomever you want."

She paused and looked up at me. "Can I tell you a secret? A big secret? Promise you won't get upset?"

"Sure, Squirt," I said. "You can tell me anything."

She looked down, away from me, and took a deep breath. "Okay, here goes... I've always wanted to see you naked. And more. I've been hot for your body since I was 15 or 16 but never had the guts to do anything about it. Seeing you today... your body is so beautiful... and I love you so much... and watching you making love to Juana, well, it made me so hot... Tommy, would you ever consider making love with me?"

She was still looking away from me, and luckily before I started laughing at the irony of it all, I realized that she was afraid of what my reaction would be and afraid of being rejected. I gave her another big hug and then held her chin and gently forced her to look at me. I kissed her once, very softly, on the lips. Her eyes widened, then closed. I kissed her softly again.

"I can't believe this. Tina, I have a secret to tell you, too. All those years when I was the geek nerd in high college and then college, I was hot for my little sister. I loved you then and I love you even more now. But back then I was quite a bit more, ah, conventional than now, and the incest taboo kept me at bay. That and the fear of getting rejected, of course."

She stared at me. "You're kidding, right? No way. Really? I never sensed it. I can't believe it."

"Tina. Think about Nela, the woman I've chosen to be with. Doesn't she remind you of anyone?"

Tina thought about it and her eyes widened. "She looks like me," she whispered.

"She looks a LOT like you," I said. "Like my idea of the perfect woman." I kissed her again, and this time I felt Tina's tongue licking my lips and I opened my mouth and our tongues intertwined and I pulled her body into mine as tightly as I could.

"Tommy," she moaned. "Oh, Tommy... I've missed you so much. I love you so much. Will you... will you make love with me?"

"I love you too, Squirt, and now that I know how you feel, wild horses couldn't keep me away from you. But..."

"But what?"

I gently pushed her away and looked down at her. "Mom might have a small problem with this," I said.

Tina stared at me, then started to laugh. "Yeah," she sputtered. "Yeah, she might, but not the way you think."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when I said Mom told me everything, I mean she told me EVERYTHING. She told me about having sex with Nela the first day she was here."

"I remember," I said.

"And she told me how you fucked Nela from behind while Mom was underneath, licking Nela's clit."

"Yeah," I said. "That was a little forward of me, I guess."

"Nope," Tina said. "Mom liked it. She licked your cock as you were fucking Nela."

"I thought so," I said. "I thought it might have been accidental."

"Nope," she said again. Mom told me that she wanted your cock in her mouth."

"God, I thought of doing that. I almost did it. I never would have guessed that she wanted it."

"Not even when she sucked your cum out of Nela's pussy?"

I was silent. Tina kissed me, then took my hand and placed it on her breast, then put her hand on my crotch and started stroking my erection through my jeans. I groaned. My dream woman, my sister, my little Tina was right here, wanting to make love with me.

"Tommy, we can make it so Mom is okay with us having sex."

"How in the world do we do that?"

"Simple," she said. "You just need to have sex with her first."

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Intervention Ch. 03
bychunks©

Tina and I had just confessed the same secret: each of us has lusted for the other since we were teens. More than that, we had each confessed a love that went far beyond lust and beyond the love that a sister and brother should share.

My mother had talked Tina into joining her at my home in Southern California for an "intervention," apparently intending to get me to stop having so much sex, or stop having sex with multiple women, or stop having sex where other people can see it. Or maybe all of that. Mom had flown out by herself the week before to "calm Thomas down" but instead had been seduced by my lover and personal trainer, Nela, into what became a threesome that brought me dangerously close to having sex with my own mother. Since then I had seen Mom and Nela once in another "69" on the patio, and according to Nela they had been together several more times behind closed doors. Mom might want me to calm down but she was clearly enjoying her first relationship with a woman.

Now Tina was suggesting that I could clear the way for our own incestuous relationship by having sex with my mother.

"It's obvious," said Tina. "Mom as much as told me that she wanted you. And once you two make love it'll be pretty hard for her to criticize us for doing the same."

"I think it'd be pretty easy to make it happen" I said. "But... how would you feel if I had sex with Mom? And how will the others feel about this?"

"I can't speak for the others," Tina said. "But I'm totally turned on by the thought of you and Mom making love. Especially because it means that you and I can be together, too."

"We could do that right now," I said. "Right here." I pulled her to me and kissed her. She responded but then pulled away from me.

"We could," she said. "But I need Mom to be okay with this. I want our relationship to be long-term." She looked down, away from me. "If you do."

I pulled her back to me and kissed her again, deeply, then held her face so that she had to look directly into my eyes.

"Yes, Tina, yes. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I told you, you're my dream girl. I love you. I'll give up Nela and Juana and the others to be with you."

She pushed me away again. "Oh no you won't, you idiot," she said. "Your life here is the hottest thing ever. I just want to be part of it too, and I'm hoping Nela will let me into your bed."

I was stunned. My darling little sister wanted me, but wanted me to keep having sex with other women?

I said, "Tina, I love you. I'm in love with you. I'm willing to stop 'seeing' other women. I'm willing to be faithful to you."

"Fuck that," Tina said. "First off, at this point in your life there's no way you'd be happy restricting yourself to one lover. I'm not going to try to stop you now. Second, Big Bro: I like women, too. I want your women. If they get to have you then I get to have them. It's only fair, right?"

"Jesus," I said.

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Juana and Esmeralda were working in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. "I'll get it, Mom," Esmeralda said, drying her hands. "That must be Julie, here to study."

"Okay, mija," said Juana.

"Hi Ez!" Julie came through the door and gave Esmeralda a hug, and together they walked to the dining room and Julie dumped her books on the table.

"Are you hungry?" said Esmeralda. "Mom and I are in the kitchen making lunch."

"You bet, Ez," said Julie. "I could eat a horse."

"Sorry, we're making tamales," Esmeralda said with a grin. "Maybe we can make horse for dinner."

"Oh, har har," said Julie. "Do you need some help in the kitchen or should I go ahead and set up to study here?"

"We're about done," Esmeralda said, walking away. "Let me just finish up helping Mom and I'll be back in a bit."

"Okay." Julie grabbed the science book out of her stack and thumbed to the section her class was currently studying. Then she pulled her notepad out of her backpack and was about to start the process of skimming and taking notes when she was distracted by splashing sounds from the backyard. Curious, she walked to the sliding glass door that looked out onto the patio, just in time to see a tall, tanned, well-built young man climb out of the swimming pool. She gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. The man was naked. She watched as he walked, dripping, to a lounge chair. He stood over it as he used his hands to squeegee the water out of his hair.

He's beautiful, Julie thought. She continued watching as he lay down on the lounger and stretched out on his back and began soaking up the sun. Then she tore herself away and ran to the kitchen, passing Juana on the way. She ran up behind Esmeralda.

"Ez," she whispered, "there's naked man in your backyard!"

"Oh, shit," said Esmeralda. "That's Thomas, I mean Mr. Barker. This is his house, and he likes to suntan in the nude. I forgot to tell him that you were coming over. I'm so sorry, Julie. I'll tell him you're here now; I'm sure he'll put something on so you won't be offended."

"Oh, I'm not offended," said Julie. "I was just surprised. I didn't expect to see a naked man outside. Hey, if it's his place, he should just go for it. I don't want to get in the way of his pleasure."

"That's how I feel, too," said Esmeralda. "Not to mention that he's nice to look at."

"Yeah," Julie giggled. "He's gorgeous!"

They walked back out to the dining room and right past the books to the sliding glass door. Juana was outside with Thomas, serving tamales and beer.

"Wow, I thought your mom would be a conservative Mexican Catholic... no offense," said Julie. "But there she is serving lunch to a naked guy!"

"You have no idea," said Esmeralda, remembering the sight of Thomas pounding his hard cock into her mother from behind. Her pussy started to tingle and she shivered.

"Ez, suddenly I wish I'd brought my swimsuit," said Julie.

"You won't need one," said Esmeralda, and Julie blushed. "But first let's have lunch and see about studying."

Julie reluctantly tore herself away from the window and walked with Esmeralda back to the dining room table. She heard the screen door open and close, and Juana walked up to them.

"Tamales?" she said. "And sodas?"

"Tamales and cervezas, Mom?" said Esmeralda.

"Sodas," Juana said firmly. "Better for studying. After studying... we'll talk."

"Okay, Mom," said Esmeralda.

"So," said Julie when Juana had left, "do you get to serve Thomas when he's naked, too?"

"Sure," said Esmeralda.

"Really? Goddamn," said Julie. "Lucky."

"Whatever," said Esmeralda.

"Has he ever tried to... you know," said Julie.

"What?"

"You know, touch you, do things to you..."

"Thomas is a perfect gentleman, Julie," said Esmeralda.

"A perfect naked gentleman." Julie giggled. "So, all he does is sunbathe naked?"

Esmeralda squirmed. "Not... exactly."

"What? What does he do? Does he masturbate?"

Esmeralda's cheeks flushed. "Julie! No, not ever. He never does that."

"Sorry. But... something. I can tell. He does something. What?"

Esmeralda was silent.

"Lunch!" Juana delivered plates of tamales and two icy bottle of Negra Modelo to the dining room table.

"Mom! Thanks!" Esmeralda eyed the beers.

"Well... You are such a good girl, and you and your friend are getting together to study. You deserve a beer if that's what you want."

Esmeralda stood and hugged her mother while Julie watched.

"Gracias, mama," Esmeralda said. Juana smiled at her and walked back to the kitchen.

"Shit, I'm totally jealous," said Julie.

"Why?"

"I already love your mother. I wish mine was half as cool as yours. And... you've got naked guys in your backyard!!"

"Guy, singular," said Esmeralda.

Silence descended as they made short work of the tamales and sipped beer.

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"Hello Thomas. Can I share some sun with you?"

I looked up in time to see my mother take off her robe and expose her glorious nude body to the world. Her beautiful breasts jiggled as she sat down on the lounger next to me. I stared until Mom snapped her fingers in front of my face. I looked up, guilty at having been caught leering.

"I said 'Hello,' you naughty boy," she said with a grin.

"Hi, Mom," I said.

Mom rolled over onto her front and now I was treated to the sight of her perfect ass, so I stared at that for a while, too.

"Thomas, are you quite alright?" she said.

I decided to go with honesty. "Mom, your body is perfection. I'm sorry, I know it's wrong but I just can't help staring."

She smiled. "Why, thank you, Dear. Tell me more."

"What?"

"This old lady doesn't hear that kind of compliment much these days, especially from someone who could be hanging out with much younger women. So I'd like you to tell me exactly what you think is so perfect about my body."

I swallowed. "I'm not sure I can talk that way with you. You're my Mom."

"Oh, nonsense. We all know there's not a shy bone in your body."

True. I took a deep breath. "Okay. Well, of course you're in beautiful shape. And not just for your age... you have the body of a much younger woman. I know you work out a lot, and it shows. That's attractive in and of itself."

"Go on," she said.

"Your skin is flawless," I said. Without thinking, I reached out and touched her back, and she shivered a little. "So soft and smooth. You could be a body lotion model." Inspired, I grabbed a bottle of suntan lotion and squirted some onto my hands and began smoothing it into Mom's back. She stretched and made contented sounds as I gave her a little impromptu massage.

"Mmmm," she said. "Go on."

My hands reached her ass. "Your derriere... "

"Oh please, Thomas. My what?"

I squeezed the twin globes of flesh. "Your ass, Mom. Your ass is perfect. The perfect shape. Beautiful." I rubbed and squeezed her ass cheeks as I talked. "So round and firm. Perfectly curved. I've never, ever seen a nicer ass, Mom, and I've seen a lot of them."

"Mmmm," she said.

My cock was now at full attention and, as usual, began to do my thinking for me. I squeezed out more lotion and went back to working Mom's butt, only now I let the tips of my fingers work into the crack between her cheeks as my hands moved. I positioned myself behind her on her lounger and she spread her legs to make room for me in between, giving me a nice view of her pussy. It was dewy wet, telling me that Mom was turned on either by my talking or by my massage. I realized that this might be the time for what Tina had talked about, the time to make love with Mom. I was certainly hard and ready enough. But unlike the lust and love I had for Tina, I had never before thought of having sex with my mother. I wasn't sure how to approach it, or even if I could do it. In my current position I could be inside her in about two seconds, but that's not what I meant. How do you take your own mother? What would the consequences be for both of us afterwards? I decided that she was going to have to make the move, if it were going to happen.

For now, I concentrated on giving her a real butt massage that just happened to include some fingertip ass crack work.

"Keep telling me," she said.

"Mom, honestly, the view from back here is amazing. There's not a single way I can look at you without seeing perfection." My hands moved down onto the backs of her thighs, and she groaned. I started rubbing up her legs, onto and over her ass, then back down the sides of her hips and thighs, repeat, repeat, repeat. She squirmed a little on the chair.

"Keep talking, Son."

"Your legs are so toned, so beautiful. I like every part of a woman, Mom, but I confess that I'm a leg man." I started working her inner thighs, up and down. She moaned when my hands bumped into her pussy; while I didn't actually try to touch her there, I didn't try not to, either. She was getting very wet and I could smell the intoxicating scent of her juices. I resisted just sticking my head between her legs and breathing it all in.

Instead, I scooted back and finished off her calves and feet. "Even your feet are pretty. Most people don't take care of their feet, but I can tell that you do."

I stood up and said, "Turn over, Mom."

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When Thomas stood up Julie gasped, "My God... he's hard!"

The girls had been standing at the sliding glass door watching the massage.

"Yes, he is," said Esmeralda.

Julie watched the woman turn over and stare at the man's erection.

"Are they going to have sex, Ez?"

Esmeralda realized that Julie didn't know she was watching a mother and her son. "No," she said. Then she thought about it. "Maybe. I don't know."

"Is THAT the other thing you said he does out there, Ez? Has sex with women?"

"Yes."

"Have you seen him have sex?"

"Yes. A lot of times."

"Wow. Lucky," said Julie. "Have you ever had sex with him?"

"No. But my mother has."

"Damn! Do you WANT to have sex with him?"

Long pause. "Yes," Esmeralda whispered.

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"Thomas! My goodness Dear, you're as hard as a rock."

"I'm sorry Mother," I said. "But I'm not lying about all those things I said. Your body really is perfect." I motioned towards my hard cock. "This is what you do to me."

"The best compliment so far. Please continue!"

I spread lotion onto her legs and started working my way up. Mom adjusted the chair so that she was sitting up and could watch me work.

"Well, I told you I'm a leg man and how nice your legs look from the back. If anything, they're even better looking in front. So firm, and muscular in the right kind of curvy way."

Mom spread her legs a bit. "Do the insides of my thighs again, please."

I was happy to comply and soon she was dripping wet, making a little damp spot on the lounger fabric. This time I didn't bother trying to act like I was avoiding her pussy, and when I finished with her legs I simply pressed my hands up onto her pelvis and then onto her tight little tummy and then back down onto her mound.

"Oh God," she moaned. "Thomas."

I continued rubbing, not in an overtly sexual way but rather as though I was simply continuing the massage, flat handed, across and over her mound.

I tried to keep up my running commentary of praise. "Your pussy is so lovely, Mom... holy shit!"

"What? What's wrong?" My mother broke out of her spell.

"Mom... I just realized. You shaved!" It was true. Her pussy was totally, beautifully bare. I rubbed it gently, lovingly, and she moaned.

"Waxed," she said. "Nela waxed it for me. She prefers it that way when... when we make love."

I was strangely proud of my mother for talking so freely about her sex life with Nela, and I told her so as I worked my way up to her breasts.

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"Wow, he's really feeling her up good," Julie said. "It's making me horny, Ez."

"Me too," said Esmeralda. Were Thomas and his mother really going to have sex? The thought both disturbed and excited her.

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Mom closed her eyes as I rubbed and fondled her breasts, gasping as I rubbed both nipples with my thumbs.

"Your tits are incredible, Mom. So big. So firm. I could play with these all day."

"Go ahead, Thomas, I certainly won't stop you now!"

I paused for more lotion, then went back to massaging my mother's breasts. After a few minutes I finally moved onto her upper chest and then her neck and finally her face. She opened her eyes. Because the lounger was set at a 45 degree angle, my hard cock was right in front of her face. She looked up at me and I moved closer and she reached for me and took my cock into her mouth.

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"Oh Jesus Christ, she's sucking him!" Julie said.

The girls watched as the man put his hands behind the woman's head and gently urged her on as she began bobbing her head on his hard shaft and taking more and more of it into her mouth. Esmeralda had seen this sex act many times, but she was strangely thrilled knowing that this time, Thomas was being fellated by his mother.

"I want to get closer. Can we go out there, Ez? Will they stop if we go out there?"

"Probably not," Esmeralda said.

"We need some kind of excuse."

"No we don't. Let's just take them some beer and sit next to them and watch. I do it all the time."

"Lucky!!"

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"God, that feels good," I said. "But if you keep it up I'm going to cum in your mouth, Mom. Let me make you feel good too, please."

She pulled her mouth off of me and gave the head of my penis a little lick. "Later," she said. "I'm thoroughly enjoying this." And with that, she started sucking and jacking me in earnest. I moaned and touched her face, felt her lips where they surrounded me. I knew I was doing this to clear the way for Tina and I to be together, but the truth was that I loved my mother, too, and what she was doing was stirring great emotion in me.

I heard the screen door shut and looked up to see Esmeralda and another young girl carrying trays towards us. It was too late to do anything about what they were seeing. I didn't know how the Esmeralda's friend would react to seeing a sex act on the patio, and I didn't know how Esmeralda herself would react to seeing a sex act between my mother and I, and I didn't know how Mom would react to being caught.

"Hello, Thomas," Esmeralda said. "This is my friend Julie. We thought you might be thirsty."

Mom didn't stop what she was doing.

"Thanks," I said. "Hello, Julie, welcome to my home. I didn't know you were here and I'm sorry if you're offended. I hope you aren't about to call the cops, or the Pope, or something like that."

"Oh hell no," Julie said as she and Esmeralda sat down on the lounger next to Mom. "We came out to be closer to the action. I hope that's okay."

I started to answer but groaned instead as Mom opened her throat and swallowed all of me, balls deep.

"Holy shit!" said Julie.

I watched my mother's throat working and felt her swallowing movements on my shaft and I knew I wouldn't last long. I heard a zipper and looked up just in time to see Julie shuck off her shorts and panties and begin openly fingering herself while she watched us. Esmeralda looked at her, then looked up at me, then shrugged.

"You have this effect on people, Thomas," she said. "You bring their sexuality out into the open."

"But you're immune?"

She looked down at the patio, then back up at me. "No, I'm not," she said.

Mom put a hand on my ass and resumed bobbing and sucking up and down my shaft while lightly massaging my balls. She made slurping sounds around my cock, and Julie's fingers made similar sounds as they penetrated her pussy. I realized that I didn't know how old she was, and hoped I wasn't contributing to the delinquency of a minor. Probably not, if she was Esmeralda's friend from college.

"Holy, moly," said Nela's voice behind me, "what have we here?" I turned to see Nela, Juana, and Tina walking toward us from the house. Nela stopped for a moment to take in the scene, then walked over and crouched in front of Julie.

"Hi, I'm Nela," she said, and bent forward and started licking Julie's clit. Julie squealed and leaned back on her elbows and started moaning as Nela went to work on her pussy.

Tina said, "Hello, Thomas," and kissed me – a deep, open mouthed, tongue tangling lover's kiss.

Mom opened her eyes and looked at us and said "Mmmph" and kept on sucking me.

Nela was really working Julie over and by the sound of it, Julie was about to cum. That meant that we would cum together because I felt the tingle and was about at the point of no return.

"Ahh, God, I'm gonna cum. Mom, I'm gonna cum!! AAHHHHH!!!" Mom just kept sucking as my climax built and then I shot my load onto her waiting tongue. I yelled out my orgasm and Tina grabbed my face and kissed me again and I just moaned into her mouth as I unloaded my cum into my mother. I was dimly aware of Julie screaming out her own orgasm and of Nela laughing joyously as she lapped up Julie's juices.

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Intervention Ch. 03
bychunks©

Finally I was spent, and my hands went to my mother's face to make her slow down and stop sucking on my now very sensitive erection. She pulled her mouth off of me and just slowly ran her fingers up my shaft, milking out the last of my sperm and gently licking it off the head of my cock while we all watched.

Julie was sitting up again, hugging Nela to her breast. Julie looked at me, eyes wide, and said, "Did you just say... Mom?"

I just looked at her, at a loss for words, and nodded.

"That is so fucking hot," Julie whispered.

"Well, please excuse us everybody," said my mother, "I'm going to take my so fucking hot son to bed now." She got up and took my hand and started to walk towards the house. Then she stopped and looked at the other women. "Anybody else want to come?"

Nela's hand shot up, and Tina's. Then Juana's, and Julie's. And finally, shyly, Esmeralda's.

"Jesus," I said, "We're gonna need more guys."

"No," said Nela. "You're going to need to hydrate."

"Gee, Mom," said Tina innocently, "what about the 'intervention'?"

Mom put her hand around my semi-hard cock and started stroking. "Dear," she said, "the 'intervention' is officially over. We won."

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Intervention Ch. 05

















bychunks©

Thomas lay in bed comfortably spooned against his sister Tina, listening to and feeling her breathe in her sleep. He was still adrift in the afterglow of their lovemaking, thinking how lucky he was and how much he loved her. It had shocked him how after so many years of repressing his feelings for her, simply seeing her again and then hearing her confess her love for him had opened the floodgates and brought all those feelings instantly and irrevocably to the forefront of his being.

He remembered watching her grow up as he nerded his way first through high college and then college, both loving her and then lusting for her as she blossomed into a beautiful young woman,. He smiled and shook his head as he remembered stuffing those feelings down deep within himself, certain that even had there been no incest taboo between them, Tina wouldn't want to be associated with a guy like him. He had abandoned all thoughts of being with her and thrown himself into college and work, pushing himself hard, pushing even harder after his father had died. Just a scant two years ago when the money started rolling in he had decided to ease up, get some help managing his business and his portfolio, buy a nice place in California, and relax. He fell asleep remembering how it had been.

Thomas had been lying naked in the backyard soaking up the sun when he heard the doorbell ring. He got up and padded to the front door and opened it, careful to keep the door between himself and his visitor. He poked his head around the door and saw a pretty brunette dressed in a simple white blouse and khaki shorts and sandals. He guessed that she was in her early forties. She was carrying a tray that held a couple of baking dishes covered with aluminum foil. She smiled at him.

"Hi, I'm Katy Stewart," the woman said. "And you're my new neighbor..." She lifted her eyebrows.

"Thomas. Pleased to meet you, Katy. Um... I'd invite you in but I'm not exactly dressed for company."

"Not a problem, we're pretty informal around here," she said. She shifted the obviously heavy load she was carrying to get a better grip and it was clear that her arms were tiring. "May I come in? I've got the welcome wagon here."

Thomas hesitated, then decided to just tell the truth. "Katy, I can see that you need to set that stuff down. I'm going to open the screen door and you can come on in but I have to warn you that I'm stark naked here. I was sunbathing in the backyard when I heard the bell and, well... you can look or not look, your choice. Here goes." He unlatched the screen door and stepped across in front of her so he could swing it open wide enough for her to enter. She hesitated a moment, looking into his eyes, probably trying to decide how safe she would be and whether he was some sort of deviate. Finally she walked into the hallway and watched as he closed the screen door and then turned to face her.

She assessed the nude man standing just three feet in front of her, the slight burn in her arms from carrying the tray momentarily forgotten. He was young, tall, handsome, tanned, and incredibly fit. His arms and chest were well muscled but not overly so and his abdominal muscles were evident. "Six pack," she thought, so often spoken of and so rarely seen. Aside from a thick shock of short brown hair on his head there appeared to be no hair anywhere else on his body. Her gaze moved lower and she amended that to include a small patch of pubic hair above his fat circumcised cock, which was visibly lengthening and widening a bit under her scrutiny. His cock and balls were hairless as well. He simply stood there as she stared at his cock and she was surprised to find herself wondering how it would feel inside her. But then again, it had been quite some time since she had been with a man. She looked back up into his eyes and smiled.

"Where's the kitchen?" she said.

"Follow me," he said, and led the way through the dining room and into the kitchen. He felt her eyes on his ass as he walked. He turned and took the tray from her and set it on the counter.

"There's lasagna and asparagus and bread pudding, enough for a couple of meals. We can't have the new bachelor neighbor starve right away."

"Thanks," he said. "I appreciate this."

"Not a problem," she said, watching him.

"How'd you know I'm a bachelor?"

"Oh, there's been talk. It's a small remote neighborhood and there are only a couple of houses in this part of it. We like to know who our neighbors are."

"You're my first neighbor to visit. Let me go put something on and then I'll get you something to drink and give you the nickel tour."

"That sounds good," Katy said. "Only... don't bother putting on clothes. I'm enjoying the tour a lot so far. Red wine would be nice."

Thomas hesitated, then shrugged and went to the Danby and pulled out a nice pinot noir. He went through the little ritual of uncorking it, something he always enjoyed, then pulled two glasses out of a cabinet and poured wine for both of them. He handed a glass to Katy.

"Cheers," he said, and they clinked their glasses and each took a sip. She considered the flavor.

"Nice," she said. "Very nice. So... you like to sunbathe naked? Me too, sometimes." She gave him another appreciative appraisal, once again lingering on his groin. "I don't think I'd be, um, cocky enough to answer the door naked, but I'm glad you did. I'm enjoying the view a lot." She felt very bold saying it, and was somewhat surprised to see him actually blush.

"I'm not entirely comfortable with this, Katy," he said. "Since I bought this place I've really started enjoying the pool and the patio and the California sun, and since I live alone I've mostly been enjoying it all in the nude. But I don't have a lot of experience being nude around other people."

"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't mean to embarrass you. Maybe I should just go."

"No, I don't want you to," Thomas said. "Maybe I should just go put on some clothes."

"No, I don't want you to," Katy echoed. "You have a fantastic body and it's been a long time since I've seen a man naked. Please stay that way for me. I'm thoroughly enjoying this."

Thomas shrugged, took a sip of wine, and said "Okay then, on with the tour." He led her through the large house, pausing to let her look at each room. She admired his ass as they walked.

Thomas realized that he was actually enjoying being naked in front of this woman and that it was possible he had exhibitionistic tendencies that he had heretofore been unaware of.

"How are you going to manage this place all by yourself?" she said. "It'll take hours and hours to clean a house this size."

"I'm actually advertising for a live-in cook and maid," he said. "I don't like to clean and I really can't cook so I figure I'll kill two birds with one stone."

She gasped when they reached the gym. The walls were mirrored and reflected images of state-of-the-art aerobic and weight machines, some of which she didn't even recognize.

"Holy crap," she said. "Now I see how you keep yourself in such good shape. You must be in here all the time."

Thomas gave her a rueful glance. "Not so much, no," he said. "I've been pretty lazy lately. I've been thinking of hiring a personal trainer."

"I have the best trainer in the world," she said. "I'll put you in touch with her."

"Thanks," he said. "I'm afraid I'm starting to get a little flabby.

Katy reached out and ran her hand over his abs and intended to say how silly he sounded when he was obviously in such great shape, but tripped over her words when her touch made his cock quickly harden to its impressive full length and thickness. She stuttered some nonsense while staring at it, then looked up at him to find that he was looking back at her.

"I'm sorry," he said. "It's been kind of a long dry spell for me and I seem to be on a hair trigger here."

She looked into his eyes and decided to just be honest. "Me too," she said. "I've been divorced for two years now and I can't abide the idea of dating."

They stared at each other for a time.

"You're young enough to be my son," she said.

"If you say so," he said. "You couldn't prove it by me."

She stared at her hand, still on his abdomen, then at his throbbing erection. "Oh fuck it," she said, then sank to her knees and wrapped her lips around his engorged cock.

"Jesus Christ," Thomas said, placing his hand behind Katy's head and guiding her as she bobbed up and down on his erection.

Katy pulled off of him for a moment to smile and say "Welcome to the neighborhood," then resumed what Thomas quickly decided was the best blow job he'd ever had. He reached down and slipped his fingers into her blouse and cupped her breasts, feeling the hardness of her aroused nipples in the palms of his hands.

Katy tried valiantly to swallow all of him but couldn't. So she concentrated on what she knew was his most sensitive area, on the underside of his cock just past its head. She doubled her efforts there and swirled her tongue around to maximize the effect.

"Fuck, you're going to make me cum Katy," he said. Then the doorbell rang.

She pulled off of him long enough to ask, "Do you need to get that?"

"Hell no," he said as the doorbell rang again. "I'm not expecting anyone and I'm not about to end the world's best blowjob to find out who it is."

She smiled at him and went back to work on his raging cock and Thomas groaned. He decided that he liked his new neighborhood. He was just about to say something to that effect when a short, dark haired, olive skinned Hispanic woman walked into the room and stopped cold, taking in the scene.

"Hello," Thomas said.

"Hello, I am sorry to interrupt," the woman said.

Katy looked sideways at the woman but didn't stop what she was doing.

"I am Juana," the woman said. "I am applying for the position of cook and maid." She watched Katy's actions for a while. "If it is still available, that is," she said.

"Yes, it's... oh god, oh FUCK!!" he said as his orgasm welled up and hit him with incredible force. Katy moaned as he shot his first spurts onto her waiting tongue, then pulled back to let several blasts of his cum splatter onto her face. She smiled up at him as he groaned and shouted through his climax.

"Perhaps I should leave," said Juana.

"No, wait," said Thomas. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't expecting you and, well... please wait for me in the living room and I'll be out to talk with you in just a few minutes."

"Very well, sir," she said, as she turned and walked down the hall.

"Oh God, I've never done that before," said Katy. "I've never had any kind of sex with someone watching."

"Me neither," said Thomas. "How did it make you feel?"

"Excited," she said. "Very excited. I liked it. A lot."

"We're not done," Thomas said. "I want to go down on you and make you cum a lot, and then I want to be inside you."

His words made her moan with need, and she suddenly realized that he was still hard. "What about your, um, job applicant?"

He sighed. "I'll take care of her and then we can continue where we left off," he said. "You can wait for me in my bedroom or on the patio by the pool, your choice."

"Oh, the pool sounds nice," she said. "I'll see you in a few." And with a parting tug at his cock, she sauntered out the door.

Thomas considered getting dressed to talk with Juana but decided that if she was thinking of living with him she should know what she was getting herself into. He walked naked down the hallway, his erection subsiding. When he entered the living room he was shocked to see not just Juana on the sofa but also a young girl, maybe 15 or 16 years old, sitting next to her. Her mouth fell open and she stared at his body.

"I'm... um..." He looked around but there was nothing to cover himself with. "Hi," he said.

"Hello again," said Juana. "This is my daughter Esmeralda. I again wish to apologize for us coming into your home unannounced. But the door was open and... I very much need this job."

Thomas considered this as he looked at them. "Are you here legally?" he said.

"No," she said, looking at the floor. Esmeralda continued to stare at him.

"Okay," he said. "How about this: make lunch for two, and for yourselves if you like, and bring it out to the patio. If you can cook we'll talk further about employment. But as you've seen, if you live with me you'll have to be okay with me being naked and... other things. Okay?"

"Okay," Juana said. "Do you have any preferences for lunch?"

"Hell, I don't even know what's in the refrigerator," he said. "Chef's choice," he said as he turned and walked out to find Katy.

Katy was naked, lying on her back in the sun, waiting for him. She couldn't believe the things that had happened so far since she had entered his home. First, seeing him naked and surprising herself by asking him to stay that way. Then sucking him off and continuing to do so with another woman watching. Then getting naked herself and waiting for him to come to her. This wasn't like her. Not at all. She was just beginning to think about putting her clothes back on when she realized that Thomas was standing above her, staring at her body.

"You're so beautiful," he said, and she melted at his words. She reached up for him and he laid down into her embrace. They kissed for the first time, his tongue first moving over her lips and then penetrating to dance with hers. She squealed as her arousal built and she felt his hard cock move against her leg. She reached down for it and tried to move him into position to enter her.

"No," he said. "Not yet. I have to taste you." He moved down her body, trailing little kisses as he went.

"Oh God," she said, and held his head as he pushed her legs apart and licked and sucked her outer lips and then buried his tongue into her as far as he could. She heard him deeply inhale her scent and it all drove her little crazy. Then he moved his tongue onto her clit and she came almost instantly.

He felt her body go rigid and quickly shoved his finger into her pussy and put pressure on her g-spot while continuing to gently lick her clit. She screamed out her pleasure as he worked to prolong her orgasm. While she was still tensed and moaning, he moved and sank his throbbing cock deep into her and she screamed again.

"Oh God, yes, yes, YES, you feel so good!" she said, digging her heels into his ass and her fingernails into his back. "Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!!"

He did his best to do so, pushing himself deep into her and changing his angle of attack to try and maximize his contact with her clit. She moaned with desire and held him tightly as he continued to ram into her. The lounge chair scooted over the patio in time with his thrusts. She groaned and then screamed as another orgasm overtook her, and her pussy clenched around his cock and he slammed into her harder and yelled as his own orgasm hit and he exploded into her.

"Pardon me, I have lunch for two here. May I set it on this table?"

Thomas looked up in the midst of his climax and saw Juana holding a tray and looking down at them.

"Yes," he gasped. "Oh Jesus, FUCK!" he yelled as his cum shot into Katy's waiting pussy. "AAAHHH... on the table!"

Juana smiled at him and set the tray down and made two place settings as the couple moaned through the completion of their lovemaking. Thomas kissed Katy passionately and then watched her until her eyes opened.

"Wow," she said. "Just... wow. That was incredible. Thank you." She kissed him again.

"No, thank you," Thomas said after they finished kissing. "I never would have believed that today would turn out to be so wonderful." He kissed her again and she moaned as he moved down and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

"Ahem," said Juana, and they both looked at her. "Lunch is served, sir."

"God, I'm sorry Juana," he said. "I can't imagine what you must think."

"As you said, you'll be naked and... other things," she said. "Please try the omelet."

Thomas and Katy sat up and each grabbed a forkful.

"Oh my God, this is wonderful!" Katy said. "What's in it?"

"I apologize but there was not much to work with," said Juana. "It is very simple, just green onion, Parmesan and Gorgonzola cheese, and some spices."

"You're hired," Thomas said over a mouthful of egg. "A bedroom for each of you, meals, and we'll work out the salary and duties later. He stood up and hugged her, and after a brief pause her arms went around him and hugged him back.

"Thank you sir," she said.

"Thomas, call me Thomas." He moved away from her and then realized that he had been hugging her while naked and just after she had watched him having sex. "This has been an unusual way to meet, and I, um, I want you to understand that there's nothing about this job that in any way, um, requires you to, um..."

She smiled at him. "I understand. Thank you sir... Thank you, Thomas," she said. Will you be needing anything else?"

Thomas looked at Katy, who simply smiled and raised her eyebrows."

"Champagne, I think. Yes, champagne please. There should be several bottles in the fridge."

"Yes sir... yes, Thomas," she said, and walked away.

"You have an awesome cook... cook/maid," Katy said. "She's beautiful, too. I'm afraid maybe you won't be needing your old neighbor for sex anymore."

"Are you kidding?" Thomas said. "Making love with you was fucking awesome. You're welcome any time. Any time. I mean ANY time."

Katy smiled at him. "You're so cute!" she said. "I could just eat you up." She looked at his flaccid cock. "Again," she said.

"I have champagne for you, sir," Esmeralda said, her eyes taking in his naked body. She set the glasses down on the table and looked back up at him.

"Thomas," he said. "Please, call me Thomas."

He was laying nude by the pool again, eyes closed, thinking about what might be for dinner.

"Hello again," said Katy. He opened his eyes and smiled at her.

"Hi there," he said. "Back for Round Two?"

"I wouldn't turn it down," she said, "but first I have someone I want you to meet. The personal trainer I told you about."

He sat up as a second woman walked up next to Katy, and he gaped for a moment until he realized that this gorgeous blonde was not his sister Tina, just an incredible spitting image of her.

"Hi there, I'm Nela," she said. Then she knelt down and sucked his flaccid cock fully into her mouth."

"You're hired," Thomas groaned.

Thomas smiled at the memory. He stretched, and Tina pushed back against his rigid cock.

"Well good morning, lover," she said. "What's got you all excited this morning?"

He centered himself onto her pussy and she groaned as he pushed into her from behind. "You," he said, moving slowly inside her. "How could I not be excited when waking up next to the most beautiful girl in the world?"

She moaned and looked back over her shoulder and kissed him deeply. "Fuck me, Tommy. Do me hard, please," she said.

He pulled her up onto her hands and knees and grabbed her breasts and began ramming into her as hard as he could.

As always, she came quickly on his cock. He was delighted that the love of his life could enjoy multiple orgasms just from his penetration. As she screamed out her pleasure, there was a quick knock at the door. It opened and Esmeralda, the adult version, walked in carrying a tray. She set it down on the dresser and turned to watch Thomas repeatedly slam into his moaning sister.

"I thought you might like some champagne," she said, and he smiled at the similarity to his earlier memory.

"Thank you Esmeralda," he panted. Please go ahead and... FUCK!!" he yelled as Tina screamed out her orgasm and her pussy clamped down hard around his cock. He pushed in as deeply as he could and he erupted into her.

"Pardon me, Thomas?" Esmeralda said.

"Oh God," said Thomas, catching his breath. "I'm sorry, Esmeralda. Please go ahead and pour the champagne." He pushed Tina down and turned her over to kiss her, but she pushed him over onto his back and moved down and sucked his cock into her mouth to savor their combined juices – something she seemed to always love to do.

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Esmeralda brought one glass of champagne to the bed and handed it to Thomas, then sat on the mattress to watch Tina's ministrations. Thomas handed the glass back to her.

"Sip," he said. She did, and smiled appreciatively as the tiny bubbles filled her mouth and then her throat. She sipped again and handed the glass back to Thomas then moved down closer to where Tina was doing her best to make her brother cum again. She put a hand on Tina's cheek, and Tina looked up at her.

"May I?" Esmeralda said.

"Of course," Tina said, and backed away. Esmeralda leaned down and Thomas groaned as he felt her mouth and tongue on him for the first time. Tina watched her work on his cock for a while, then looked up at her brother and smiled.

"You're a pretty lucky guy, you know," she said as she took his champagne glass.

"I know," he groaned, looking back at her and then down at Esmeralda. "Believe me, I know."

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Happy Mother's Day
byThe_Darkness©

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Mom was only 14 when she had me. She never talked about it much, but I knew that getting pregnant when she did was one of her biggest regrets. She always made sure to not confuse being angry because of getting pregnant and her love for me; she loved me and gave me everything I ever needed, even at the cost of her own goals and wishes. Love is sacrifice, and mom sacrificed herself to me being in a better place at 14 than she was. Dad died when I was 4. We really don't know who my real dad is, but mom's boyfriend became "dad." Eric was pretty cool from what I was told, but he was driving his motorcycle too fast in the rain and went off the side of the road. Eric dying and the pushing of my mother made me want to succeed in everything I did, and I started with college.

I graduated from high college at 16 and I was kind of shrimpy. I had been skipped ahead a couple of grades and they marked me as exceptional, even after the crash. I went to college straight away and I discovered the joy of lifting weights and working out. I went from grade-A nerd to significantly stronger grade-A nerd over the course of two years. I turned 18 at Easter and at the end of the semester I came home for a couple weeks. Mom wasn't expecting me home the first weekend right after finals; I had told her I would be staying with some friends from college for the summer and working in the city instead of lounging in suburbia. She didn't have a problem with that and it left her open to date. Between her trying to finish college and trying to raise me and working to keep busy, she never did have enough time for herself. That was something I had always felt bad about.

I came home on Thursday after my last final in the morning. The two-hour drive flew by. The only thing I could think about was sitting with mom in the back yard and having a beer with her. Yeah, I was underage, but as long as I drank around her and didn't get stupid drunk, she was fine with it. I didn't even unpack the car, I just strolled in at 11 am and tried to be sneaky; just for a surprise.

I didn't see her in the main floor of the house, so I figured she was probably down stairs sleeping or painting in her studio. I crept down the stairs as quietly as possible, carefully avoiding the three squeaky steps and was just about to her bedroom door when she walked out of the bathroom down the hall. She was just out of the shower and absolutely naked.

The only thing I could do was stare at her. Her long auburn hair was wrapped up in a white towel and twisted high above her head with a few stray locks peeking out here and there. A few strands trailed out from behind her ears and arched out from behind her ears, trailing down her neck, flowing into her body at her collarbone and sticking to the tops of her breasts. It looked like she'd been working outside over the last few days of good weather and she was starting the first signs of a tan with the creamy toffee color of the sun stopping and blending into the natural alabaster of her skin. She was still taking care of herself, her shoulders and neck still extremely feminine but very well defined and very sexy.

Her breasts, while not huge, were good sized, with silver dollar sized areola around them. They were a very pale pink brown, and the nipples in the center of them--the nipples I had teased her about being stiff on so many occasions--were almost smooth and blended into the areola. My eyes continued drifting down her body, noticing the way her well-toned abdomen moved and her hips swayed even though she thought she was alone. Her hips flared out sexily from her waste, curving gently into her thighs. Between those well-toned legs was her completely shaved, slightly red pussy. It wasn't opened or anything, it was just a little cleft between her legs and a little tiny hint of the pink lips concealed inside. I couldn't take my eyes off that pussy and then I watched that pussy slide back a couple feet and I heard mom squeak in surprise.

"Holy shit!" she said and looked like she needed to run somewhere. I took my eyes off her crotch and let them drift back up over her body. Her tits were jiggling with every excited movement she made as she tried to get away. It took her a full 2 seconds to figure out she could have just gone in the bathroom door she just walked through. In the meanwhile, I got a hell of a show from incredibly beautiful woman with an extreme blush.

As she moved away I noticed three things. First, she had one hell of a firm heart-shaped ass. Second, her nipples were erect and she had goose bumps all over her body even after being in the hot shower only a minute before. Third, I had the biggest hardon I'd ever been sporting in my entire life.

"Um, Bran?" I heard from the other side of the door. There was a second's pause. "I...didn't know you'd be...home," she stammered out.

"Yeah," I said, talking to the white three-paneled bathroom door. "I, uh, wanted to surprise you."

There was a nervous laugh coming through the door. 'What if she's not alone, dude. Maybe that's why...' I thought. My heart sank and so did my dick.

"Mom, you don't have, um, company, do you?" I asked. The door peeked open a little and I saw my mother, with a short, black satin robe on now look out into the hallway. I saw one of her normally soft brown eyes peeking fiercely through the blush on her cheeks.

"Brandon James, you know I haven't slept with anyone since Eric. I don't even think I could if I wanted to," she said and threw the door open. She took a couple steps out into the hall and saw me still staring at her, trying to undress her with my eyes. She stopped, still blushing bright red. Her hands went to her hips and she cocked them to the side, the robe riding up an inch or two on her tightly toned thighs. Another 4 inches or so and I could have seen that perfect pussy again. I didn't even think it was possible, but she turned another shade of deep crimson and it extended to her burning ears and disappeared under the white towel her hair was still wrapped in.

"Like what you see?" she mumbled demurely. Before I had a chance to react, she shot past me and into her bedroom. Her running did cause the hem of her robe to kick up a little and I had a nice shot of her ass as she slid through her door into her room.

There was silence for a second and then I realized that my hand was playing with my hard dick through my jeans. 'What the fuck was that?' I thought. I shrugged, trying to pass if off and went into my room, straight across from mom's.

A million thoughts were going through my head as I let myself drop onto my bed. What the hell was that, why was I getting so turned on over my mother, and what the fuck was she doing right before she went into her room. I found my hand idly stoking my cock again as I tried to answer those questions. After a couple minutes of me floundering in my thoughts and wrestling with the image of mom's thighs spread wide open with her knees tucked behind her elbows. Her right hand was playing with her pussy, running its entire sweet, glistening length, dipping slowly into her hole and then softly stroking her clit. Her other hand was softly caressing her breasts, moving from one to the other, pinching and pulling her stiff nipples with her whole hand. She opened those dark brown eyes to half-lidded slits and licked her lips, moaning the words "Brandon, cum,"

I just about shot a load in my pants before I heard mom knocking on the door.

"Brandon, come on out of there," she said clearing her throat. I sat bolt upright and looked for something to cover my crotch because there was no way in hell my monster was going down any time soon. I decided to just bite the bullet and answer; it's not like I was naked or anything, I was just stiff as a board and there was an 8 inch ridge in my pants.

"Yeah," my voice squeaked. The door opened and there was mom, in a tank top and a pair of ratty, baggy pants. She poked her head around the door and looked at me.

"I was going to go to the store for some stuff," she started. Her eyes shifted down my torso and locked onto my cock resting along the top curve of my thigh. The very tip of mom's pink tongue slipped out between her un-glossed lips and her head lowered for a second, her eyes focusing on my stiff rod. "Did, uh, did you want to come?" she said. My cock twitched and she snapped her gaze back to my eyes and she smiled, the crimson blush creeping back to her face.

"No," I lied, "I think I'll get my stuff from the car."

"Okay, I'll help. I want to talk about some things with you anyway," she said. I could see her eyes drifting down my chest and then her forcing herself to look back up and lock on my eyes. "Like why you're home early." She shut the door and I saw that magnificent ass again.

I'm convinced my mother's always been a drop-dead knock out. She's always taken good care of herself, she's got a nice rack, a contagious smile, and curvy legs that seem to stop in the upper atmosphere. Just watching her come into my room made my mouth water and those clothes...my cock started jumping in my pants just thinking about it. I wanted my mother in the worst way. I wanted to feel her nails digging into my back as I plunged my rock hard cock into her tight shaved snatch. I wanted to smell her pussy creaming around my cock, mingling with the scent of the vanilla candles she always burned and the smell of our own sweat. I wanted to hear her panting out my name as she came on my dick. I wanted to taste that pink flower of hers with her legs wrapped around my head, her fingers grabbing my by the hair, pushing me deeper, and the smell and taste of her pussy all over my face. I wanted to...

'Dude,' my voice interrupted me in my head. 'She's your mom. What the fuck are you thinking about?'

"Sweetie, you coming?" she hollered and I could hear her feet on the stairs.

"Just about," I half-shouted back. I wasn't lying that time. I couldn't have made my dick go limp if I wanted to. Every thought brought me back to my mother. Sometimes she was pushing her ass at me, leaning against the kitchen table for balance as I fucked her; leaning on the kitchen table where meals had been eaten and homework had been done. Sometimes we were in the bathtub together; the same tub where she used to bathe me when I was little. Sometimes we were in a car, driving to the store; I was driving, she started playing with herself in the passenger seat and she started slowly playing with me too. She leaned over and deftly unbuttoned and unzipped my fly and brought my dick out and started flicking her tongue all around the head, her hand softly rolling my balls as she cradled them in her hand. Her hot, wet mouth slowly engulfed more of my meat and she started humming as my cock hit the back of her throat...

I shook the images from my head and tromped up the stairs. I don't know how long I was dreaming, but I had a nice view of my mom's ass as she hit the top step. I saw the muscle contract and flex even under the loose denim, the whole leg of the jeans being picked up from the inside. For the first time I noticed just how beat up those jeans were getting. There were small holes and tears in them everywhere from use and abuse. They were no longer the brilliant sky blue that they used to be; now they were a sun and wash faded light blue, with more white than anything in them.

Then I noticed the rips in them. They weren't obvious unless they were being stretched, and when she walked up the stairs, those jeans practically sucked to her hips and ass. There was a series of small cuts along the backs of the thighs, probably from sitting on her slatted bench in the studio. The seams were almost giving away in most of them, and then I saw the thin webbing of material that comprised the crotch of those jeans, stretching as her left leg pushed her weight up and her right leg rose up behind her. I could see the creamy soft flesh of the junction of her thighs, I could see the contrast of the bluer hem of her jeans riding tight against the white faded fabric and her beautiful skin.

I could see that she wasn't wearing panties. The right side of the hem was significantly more worn than the left and the fabric was literally nothing but threads for about an inch. I could see half of her pink, and what looked like glistening, pussy cut in half by that hem and her lips spread wide open, displaying under that fine webbing of fraying white thread. I stopped, my mouth hung open slightly. I couldn't believe it. My dick throbbed in my pants now; it was well beyond twitching. Twitching was when I saw her just out of the shower. This was a full on shot of her open cunt and my cock was throbbing in time with the heartbeats thundering in my ears. I felt myself break out in a fine sweat and I just froze.

"Honey?" she asked after hearing my steps on the stairs stop quickly. I shook myself out of my daze and kept walking up the stairs.

'Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?' I heard the voice in my head say. I got to the top of the stairs and headed outside for the driveway. The front door opened and shut and Mom was outside.

"Wait just a damn second," I mumbled to myself. "Fuck what the fuck is wrong with me, what the fuck is wrong with her? She wanted me to see that. She wanted me to see her." That thought echoed in my head all the way out the door. My dick could have chiseled steel when I hit the front door, thinking about my mom, her ankles on my shoulders, and me pounding her pussy with reckless abandon, the couch squeaking, her squealing and moaning, and our bodies slapping together in a growing puddle of cum.

I opened the door, and mom was on the porch steps, leaning against column that supported the awning. Her arms were crossed under her tits, lifting them to my view, erect nipples and all. For the first time in my life I saw just how thin my mother actually was and I noticed how good she looked in a tight-fitting tank top. Even being as young as she was, she looked better at 32 than most of the college girls did at 21. My eyes were glued to her chest for an instant, studying those round fleshy globes. I used to breast feed from them, and I wanted nothing more right now than to clamp my mouth around one of those nipples, bite it gently, suck it, and have nothing else in the world except me, that tit, and her.

She uncrossed her arms and fished the keys out of her pocket. She tossed them to me, and concentrating on catching them made me break my gaze from my mother's body. She giggled and pushed off the post, arching her back and flexing that magnificent ass again. I watched her turn and bounce down the 5 steps leading to the house, her ass swaying from side to side as she walked around the hood of the car and got in the passenger side. I walked as I watched her, my cock still hard. I was looking forward to concentrating on driving.

'Driving your 8 inches of meat into her quivering pussy,' I heard my inner voice say. 'You want it, you want it and she knows it and she's teasing you with it. She's your mother and you want to fuck her into orgasmic oblivion, you sick bastard. And the funny thing is, the sick bitch wants you to do it to her. She wants to get what she hasn't had in how long now, just a shade under 14 years. Look at her, she's in her prime, and so are you.'

"Shut up," I said softly as I opened the door and sat in.

"What was that?" Mom asked as I sat down and closed the door.

"Nothing, just clearing my throat," I said. 'Yeah, you'll give her something to clear her throat,' that little voice said again. I fastened my seatbelt and checked out of habit to see if Mom had hers on as well. She did, but she also had her right leg up on the seat and her left leg spread out a little, spreading that broken hem out further and putting most of her pink core on display. My eyes must have lingered a little too long and Mom followed where they were locked on to and blushed a little.

"Oops, sorry. You know me and these old jeans," she said and re-positioned her legs more appropriately. I had a feeling that the thick hem still left in the seat of those jeans sucked right up against her clit and that she probably had a hell of a camel toe going for her. I swallowed the mouthful of saliva that had gushed into my mouth and backed the car out of the drive. I caught her sneaking a peek at my still rock-hard dick and smiling, her eyes lingering a little too long, her smile a little too big. She tried to turn away fast enough that she thought I had missed the look, and I let her think that for the time being.

The trip to the store went pretty well normal. Mom asked me about finals and I told her they were hard but I thought I had done all right. I asked her about her paintings and she said she hadn't sold one in a while, and that she was waiting for some inspiration to come. My mind twitched and wondered if she meant a picturesque sunrise or me.

The rest of the day went pretty much like that. Just normal Mom and son stuff. She was putting her body on display quite a bit, and she made sure I had ample opportunity to take everything in from her slightly curly auburn hair to the shape of her calves as she moved in her jeans. At home, there wasn't much else going on either. Nothing like this morning, anyway. I caught a couple of quick looks at her pussy here and there and I was hard off and on for most of the afternoon. That evening she went in to her room to paint and I went into my room to jerk off. I had a case of blue balls that would make Paul Bunyan's ox jealous.

While jerking off, which took me all of 1 minute before I shot my spunk all over my bed, I came to a revelation; two can play her game, and if she wants to play it, so will I. After I came down from thinking about my mother's tight cunt riding in those almost non-existent jeans all day, I needed to shower between being outside in the warm May weather, the good jerk I had just had, and the sweating I had been doing all day while thinking about running my tongue slowly through my mother's jeans and eating her out in a quiet corner of the mall. Yeah, a shower would be good.

I opened my door and just walked naked to the bathroom, with my half-hard cock leading the way. It was only a couple of feet, but it was at the end of the hall and I had to walk past Mom's studio; there was no door on the studio, just a big open space. I walked on through and I'm sure she saw me, but didn't say anything. I heard her paint brush clatter to the floor but beyond that, there was no sound. I jerked off slowly in the shower and couldn't get my mother out of my head.

I was wondering what she would be doing when I got out of the shower. I kept wondering if she was getting herself off while I was in the shower; using the handle of a paintbrush to fuck herself while her fingers worked furiously over her clit. I could see lying down on the bench, her legs perpendicular to her body, the paint brush splattering white acrylic over her abdomen as it slid in and out of her hot, aching pussy. Her back arched, her legs were taut, and her feet were pushing off of just her tip toes as she plunged that paint brush in and out of her sloppy pussy while soft moans of pleasure escaped her lips.

My hand on my own tool was flying. With a few squirts of shampoo for lube my dick was a slick, sudsy, glistening rod of fleshy steel. I could almost smell that pussy when I shot another load in the shower. My whole body was tingling from the orgasm and my knees about gave out on me while I was cumming. I had never cum that hard; and it was all while thinking about mom. I rinsed myself off, realizing that the water had gone cold. I toweled off and wrapped it around my waist to go to my room. I had indulged my fantasies enough for the evening and I was looking forward to sleeping in my old bed again.

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I opened the door, and there she was, coming down the stairs in that black satin robe. The front split riding on her thighs was enticing enough, but she was drinking a coke as she came down the stairs, lifting her robe even higher and stretching out her tits a little more. I noticed right away that her nipples were hard as diamonds and that between her being risen on the stairs and that stretch from drinking, if she had had any pubes, they would have been in plain sight. My dick was starting to get hard and I could feel it moving on the towel.

"Oh hi, sweetie," she said after swallowing the last of the soda. Her eyes drifted down my fairly well muscled torso and to the rising tent that was the towel around my waist. She smiled a little bit. "Well, lifting those weights did make you bigger," she purred. I started walking toward my door and she towards hers; we met in the middle of the hallway. Mom got close enough that my towel covered boner was rubbing against her satiny night gown and her eyes shifted from my shoulders down my chest, my toned abs and finally to the towel. "Real big," she whispered, rubbing her own tight abs against my terry cloth covered head. "Sleep sweet, honey. I'll make us breakfast in the morning," she added and turned around, her tight ass swishing softly under her satin robe. She walked through her door and started disrobing, looking over her shoulder at me with a devilish gleam in her eye as she knocked the door shut.

I walked into my room, confused, horny, and hot as hell for my mom. I didn't dream that night. I shut my eyes and what felt like two minutes later passed and there was a knocking on my door. I opened my eyes and sat up, the rays of sun coming through the basement window nearly blinding me. I looked down and my cock wasn't at full attention, but it was semi-hard and very visible under the thin blanket.

"Yeah," I heard myself say as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and yawned. Mom poked her head around the corner, her reddish brown hair still wet and almost straight from the shower and clinging to a longer red terry-cloth robe, one that she had had for most of my life. It was thin in all the right places now that I was looking at her like that, and over the tops of her breasts it was almost threadbare. For some reason I was actually glad she was wearing a sports bra under it; I don't think I could have taken seeing my nearly naked mother nipping out and bare-chested under that old robe that early in the morning.

"Sweetie, breakfast is ready," she said, her eyes drifting down my body. They settled on my crotch and a slight smile curled her lip. "Throw some clothes on and get something to eat."

My mind went ballistic as she shut the door. The only thing I could think of was Mom laying on the table, waiting for me, propped up on one arm, a bottle of honey in the other hand and drizzling it over her wet, hot, shaved pussy for me to start munching. A small plastic saucer was between her thighs, ready to catch all the juice from that hot pink slit of hers and I some how knew that she would be the one licking it clean, not me.

I shook my head clear and was still determined to play her game, whatever it may be. I put on a pair of sweat pants and left my chiseled torso uncovered save for the fine layer of light brown fuzz covering my lower abs and the thatch on my chest. My dick was tenting the sweatpants so much that the drawstring was pulled away from my stomach, giving her a good view of my thick root if she chose to look. I don't remember walking up the stairs so much as floating up them and then hovering into the dining room.

Mom was still wearing that thinning red robe of hers, but her back was to me as she was working at the stove to finish breakfast. The smell of the bacon and eggs frying helped bring me back to reality a little, but it didn't distract me enough to let some of the iron out of my staff. I leaned against the back of a chair, using it for support. My legs crossed as I stood, my left foot over my right, and my tool pointed straight at Mom's ass. I couldn't help but lick my lips as she shifted her weight while finishing our food.

"Sweetie, we have to talk," she said, turning around with a plate of bacon and eggs in each hand. Her eyes were already half glazed over as they met my face, trailed down my body and to the hardon in my jogging pants. Her eyes stayed there for a minute and her pink tongue licked her lips and her teeth pinched her lower lip. Her head shot up and she smiled, her eyes were so glazed the irises looked like they were bleeding out into the whites of her eyes. "We have a lot to talk about from the looks of things."

She set the plates on the table and poured two glasses of milk and a glass of orange juice for her. Almost 2 minutes passed in eternal silence until Mom spoke.

"I really wasn't expecting you home, you know. I didn't mean for you to see me like that," she said between bites of bacon. "But when you did, I just froze. You stared at me like all women want to be stared at," she continued, pausing for only a moment to drink some juice, "it's just not that I expected it from my son."

"Hey, look," I started. She rose a hand and stopped me. I realized it sounded like I was going to apologize, and that's not what I wanted to do; not even close.

"You liked it and you know it," she said. I felt her foot worm its way up my calf and between my thighs. Her toes found my half-hard cock and started squirming on it, massaging it back to its full hardness. A smile crept on her face and it turned into a devilish grin. "You still like it. You like Mommy playing with your cock, don't you," she said and started stroking its length, still working it with her toes.

I was speechless. I just sat back and groaned, enjoying the feeling of my mom giving me a foot job. Then, as quickly as she began, she stopped, giggled girlishly and stood up, putting her plate and glasses in the sink.

"Looks like you like it, too," I said and wolfed down the rest of my breakfast. I hadn't even realized that my heart was pounding as hard as it was and my breath was coming in ragged gasps. She turned around, her robe falling open, revealing that white sports bra she was wearing and thankfully it was still tied shut at her waist, albeit very loosely.

"Oh baby, I've been thinking about this for years," she said, giving a little happy sigh. I must have looked surprised; she started laughing again. "You just look so much like your dad. In every way. You even have his laugh," she said, almost purring.

"So when were you going to..." I started to say.

Mom picked up my empty plate from the table and I drained my milk, giving her the empty glass as well. "I was going to at Easter," she said. "I was going to screw you six ways from Sunday, and in ways you can't even imagine; well, probably can't, anyway. But..." she said.

"You couldn't find time; too much family around," I finished for her. She smiled and nodded, blushing a little. I was starting to sweat just thinking about what ever it was that Mom wanted to do with me. I know what was going through my mind, and it was my cock, her cunt, and everywhere and every position I had ever seen; even outside on the hood of the car in broad daylight. We would take a break from washing it and decide to buff the paint, mom wearing some Daisy Duke cut-offs and a white shirt tied in a knot beneath her pendulous tits, the white fabric having gone transparent from getting all wet and soapy. Her tanning midriff was speckled with soap suds as well, and her short were soaked, both from her rubbing herself on the car and from being sloppy with the hose. She pulled her shorts off, flinging them into the yard, and sat on the hood, spreading her legs. The hose was on and running its cool water over her breasts and across her spread pussy lips, the cool water making her shiver and twitch in desire.

"Hey, you listening to me?" Mom laughed.

"Huh, no, I...uh..." I stammered.

"Were day dreaming about sticking your rock hard cock in your Mother's pussy," she said, still laughing a little. "Little Oedipal complex rising?" she said, turning her head to look at my lap. "Or a big one, from the looks of it."

I felt myself blush. "So I understand why you want to fuck me. I look like dad, and he died when he was about my age. Must be really tempting for you," I said. Mom blushed and stepped forward to the chair, putting one foot up on it, her robe splitting open and the loosely tied sash became undone. Her bald pussy was on display and she teased one finger down her side, across her pelvic arch and down into the cleft concealing her lips. That one finger sank into her snatch as far as she could push it, and I could see the muscles in her forearm flex as she fingered herself. A low throaty moan escaped her lips and her head rolled back as her eyes closed.

"Oh baby, you have no idea at all. I haven't been with anyone since your Dad; not one man, not one woman. I was waiting for the perfect man to come along," she said, still fingering herself, but slowly. "I don't know if you're him, but you sure look the part," she added and stuck a second finger in herself. She started stroking them in and out of her steaming cunt and they made juicy squishes as they plumbed her cum out of her. Her flower opened, showing her pink lips and her stiff little clit poking out already from its little hood. She stopped and trailed her fingers back up her stomach to her bra, and she lifted them to her mouth and slowly licked all of her juice from them.

"So my question is, sweetie, why do you want this pussy? Do you want these tits? This body?" she said and shouldered her robe to the floor. "Why do you want to fuck your own mother, Brandon James?"

My cock was aching. I almost blew my load in my shorts and the gray-tented fabric had a growing dark spot where the head of my dick was pushing against it and oozing pre-cum. My mouth was open and my throat had gone dry.

"Because my mother is the sexiest woman I have ever seen," I heard myself say. The voice in my head and the voice in my ears were the same this time. "You have the body of a 20 year old, Mom. You take care of yourself, and I've never loved a girl the same way as you," I said. Mom peeled her sports bra off and she was naked before me. She sat on the table where my breakfast was only moments before, her left leg on my lap and her right leg dangling down to the floor. Her pussy was open and I could smell her clean, but still heady wetness. My mouth went from dry to full-salivation in an instant.

"You want to fuck your mother?" she said demurely, reaching forward and peeling the sweatpants off my throbbing cock. It slapped up into my belly after being freed and then settled with a bob at its normal angle. I could only manage a nod. Mom rubbed her thumb around the tip of my head, smearing the oozing cum from my piss slit around and driving me to the point of orgasm with only one finger. I let out a low throaty moan. "You want to cum in your mother," she purred. I nodded again. Then it was over. I couldn't feel her touching me any more and I snapped back to attention and Mom had already hopped off the table.

"But....what? Why?" I stammered, my dick twitching uncontrollably.

"Sorry baby, but I have to run some errands," she giggled. She bent over and picked up the robe, spreading her legs a few inches apart, giving me a look at that scrumptious pussy of hers. The robe went back on her shoulders and she flipped her hair out of it with her hands. "We have plenty of time for playing later, Bran," she said. The sash on the robe tied shut and my cock stopped twitching but stayed as hard as ever. "Mow the yard while I'm gone, I'll be back for supper," she said and kissed my forehead. I managed to break my shock long enough to watch her skip out of the dining room. The lustiest, sexiest, prettiest vixen I have ever seen in the flesh just skipped out of the room; I couldn't help but laugh.

Mom put some clothes on and I took a shower. She was gone when I was out, and I looked at the clock. It was 10am. This was going to be the longest 8 hours of my life.

Most of the time passed in a daze. I put a pair of jeans on to mow in, leaving my torso bare to pick up some sun. I managed to stay with it just enough to not put my foot under the deck of the old push mower, but just barely. I had a hardon until noon. It was only after my sweet mother had been gone for two hours that I could make my dick go down. Those two hours felt like 2 years, and the afternoon dragged out for the rest of the century. I couldn't keep my mind off her, and my cock surged back to life more than once in that time. After the yard was mowed, I went inside and took another shower to get the grass clippings off me. I straightened the already clean house up, I washed the dishes from breakfast, I changed the oil in my car, I washed my car, I cleaned my car, I took a walk, and I even checked my e-mail. I looked at the clock and half expected it to say that it was 2 in the afternoon, but I was over-joyed to see that it was almost 6. Mom would be home soon. I could feel my dick stirring in my pants and I knew that I would never be so happy to see my mother in all my life.

I no more than turned on the TV than she walked in the door.

"Baby, I'm home!" she half-sang. I turned to look at her and saw a vision walking through the house toward me. Mom was wearing a short velvet dress and she looked absolutely stunning encased in the tight crimson velvet. Her hair was curlier than normal and was bouncing with every step. Her tits were also jiggling alluringly. Shopping bags hit the ground in the dining room and she stepped to the couch and jumped over the back, landing next to me with her legs crossed and that dress already creeping up her thighs. I looked at her from the tip of her sneaker-clad toes, following up the creamy curves of her legs to the swell of her hips, the smallness of her waist, the volume of her bosom and the tapering of her hair-dbangd neck to her perfect face.

"Hi," I breathed out, my mother literally taking my breath away from me. I put a hand on her naked thigh and we both shuddered in ecstasy. It felt as if electricity had been turned on between us, both tickling and arousing at the same time. My mother's half-lidded eyes and her lightly bitten lower lip showed that she was enjoying it as much as I was. My hand slid higher and hers met mine, holding it from sliding around to the hem of her dress. I flexed my fingers and massaged her leg and she smiled.

"Okay, here's the rules," she purred.

"Rules? What the fuck?"

"Yes, baby, rules. We can't live without rules, and we can't just fuck each other silly all the time; not that that wouldn't be just absolutely great," she half-moaned. I felt her thighs quiver and I smelled her sex juicing up.

"Fine, what are the rules then?" I asked, not sounding half as dejected as I was. I leaned in to kiss her on the lips but she turned her head. Not discouraged I started nuzzling her neck instead, licking, biting and breathing my hot breath on her skin from her collar bone to the top of her ear.

"Ohhhh, baby," she moaned throatily. "I can't concentrate when you do that," she moaned out again. She pushed me off her and scooted a little farther away, uncrossing her legs. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. Her heart was thumping in her chest like a drum, her tits jiggling with each beat. I licked my lips and waited, my hands folding in my lap. I felt my own heart beat in my cock which was throbbing again in my pants. It had been so hard for so long today that I didn't even notice that it had gotten that way again.

"Rules, honey, we have to have rules," she said after taking another second to compose herself. "First off, no fucking unless I say so. No love making, no sex, no humping, no whatever unless I initiate it. Everything else is fair game as long as we can get our clothes back on quickly incase someone comes to the door. All right so far?" Mom said, rubbing her nipples through her dress. I nodded, watching her play with herself.

"No touching in public. Too many people around here still recognize you as my son and then they'll get us in trouble," she continued. I nodded, it only made sense.

"But what if we're not around here?" I asked. "I look so much like Dad," I said. She interrupted me with a throaty, lusty moan. "Okay, I look exactly like Dad, so if we get out of here and say go on a vacation..."

"Then all rules are off, save those stopping us from getting us arrested. The cops will know through back ground checks or whatever, and that's even worse than being caught by a neighbor." I nodded again. "So that leaves us with one question. What are you going to do when I say 'no'?"

"I'll stop. I'll listen to you."

"Why?" she asked, flipping her red-brown curls over her shoulder.

"Because you're my mother, because I love you, and because the sexiest woman in the world asked me to."

"Good answer," she said and leaned in and kissed me. It wasn't the motherly peck on the cheek or forehead or lips that I'd come to know so well. This was a full-on kiss. I could feel her lips on mine, firing up my senses like a bolt of lightening. My dick twitched in my pants and she straddled me slowly, her dress sliding up her hips to reveal some very tiny black lace panties. Dental floss and a doily scrap would have been a better description than underwear. I moved my hands against her crotch and felt her wetness seeping through the thin mesh and woven design and parted her inner folds with my fingers. She moaned into my mouth, opening hers wider for the kiss. I felt her tongue tease along my lips as I moved my forward and the tip of my tongue against the tip of hers. She moaned louder and I started working my fingers under the lace of the thong. She pushed her tits against my chest and I could feel the soft velvet of the dress teasing me, the soft firmness of her tits and the rock hard nipples under it as she wiggled against me.

My fingers found her bare wet pussy after moving her panties, one index finger stroking along her length and dipping just the tip into her hot gushing hole and the other stroking the tip of her clit. She moaned deeply and I felt her entire pussy twitch. She broke the kiss, and I could see a thick string of saliva connecting our lips for an instant before it split. My fingers kept working her pussy and I'm sure she was close to orgasm already.

"No," she moaned. I gave her a final stroke and she shook her head as I pulled my fingers away from her crotch. "Good boy," she moaned, her head falling back, her hands stroking my shoulders and biceps, holding on for balance. She was catching her breath in pants and she slowly rolled her head forward, her lust-glazed eyes staring into mine. "Good boy," she said again, catching her composure. I wasn't sure if she meant the kiss or me stopping. She rose up off the couch and stepped back, smoothing her dress back down. I was still breathing hard from the kiss and looked confused.

"What do you want for supper?" she asked. "Besides this, I mean," she said and pulled her dress up over her hips. She pushed her black thong aside and slowly stroked her unfolded pussy lips. I shook my head slowly, trying to register both what happened and what she said.

"Um, whatever you want, I guess," I said. She laughed and pulled her fingers away from her pussy, set her panties back in place, and smoothed her dress back down. She wandered into the kitchen and I laid my head back so I could watch her sexy ass wiggle its way out of the room. I heard the familiar rattle of pots, pans, and the opening and closing of the refrigerator. I was at a complete loss. My fingers were still wet with her sauce so I did what every red-blooded boy would do; I sucked her wetness from them. The taste was exquisite. I had only eaten two girls out before I had tasted mom, and I have to say that hers was the best. It had the familiar tang to it, but it wasn't over powering and it was really sweet tasting as well. I could have drank glasses of that pussy juice and lived on it.

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After a deep sigh I turned the TV to some movie channel. It was some kind of a sci-fi flick that looked like it was released straight to video or was made for TV or something: real low budget, bad acting. If it had been on later, the lead actress would have gotten topless. Not that I needed more tits to ogle or anything. The TV numbed my mind until Mom called me to dinner.

Meatloaf, my favorite, was what Mom cooked. Nothing was said during the meal. Mom kept smiling at me and blushing, and I kept looking at her and looking away.

"Maybe we shouldn't..." I started after wiping my mouth and dropping my napkin on my empty plate.

"Shhhh," she said and then wiped her mouth. "Baby, listen to me. We both want this. It might be wrong, but nothing wrong can feel that good, can it?" she asked. Mom stood up and walked over to me. I turned out to meet her. Mom's hands started rubbing my knees and she knelt beside me. "Nothing wrong can look like this, can it?" she asked demurely, looking up into my eyes with a pout on her lips. Her hands stroked and tickled up the jeans I was wearing and they found my fly. It was down in a heartbeat and Mom slid forward. My erect cock swung out of my jeans under careful guide of her hand. "Nothing wrong can make you want to..." she said, interrupting herself by licking my cock from the base of my shaft to the tip its head. She was practically purring as the tip of her tongue started working around the soft mushroom head of my dick. She was careful not to touch her lips to it yet. She started kissing it softly, sucking lightly on it with each gentle caress. My whole body started to shudder and she started slowly stroking my extremely erect cock. "Bran, answer me sweetie. Is this a bad thing?"

"Nooo," I moaned loudly. Her lips sucked my head in her wet mouth, and the pressure was exquisite. I almost blew my load in her mouth right then. She started squeezing my cock harder, rubbing it with her thumb as her head bobbed on my cock head, sucking and licking it for all she was worth. Every once in a while it felt like she took her head off and worked it over with just her tongue, but her lips soon came down around it again, her teeth lightly dragging over the sensitive skin. "Oh," I moaned softly. "I'm gonna cum," I panted out quietly. "Gonna..."

Mom stopped working my dick and just squeezed tightly at its base. She started fondling my balls and rolled them around between her fingers, looking up at me seductively.

"Not yet you're not," she crooned out and slowly stroked my cock. She started giving the head soft kisses and moved down the shaft to lick and nuzzle my swelling balls. "You're going to save that load for later, honey. Then you're going to give it all to your Momma and she's going to savor every drop," she said, and then went back to licking and sucking on my balls. I moaned deeply and felt the urge to cum boil to almost breaking point. She felt my cock pulse strongly and stopped all together.

"Good boy," she said. "Go to your room," she winked at me over her shoulder and walked to the stairs. I zipped my fly up, trying to be careful to not zip my meat up. As it was, the head and an inch of shaft were still sticking out of the top of my pants. I took a step forward and just about fell over. I suddenly realized that I hadn't been breathing for a while and my vision went down to a fine dot as light-headedness took over. After a few more seconds I came back and trucked down stairs. Mom's panties were hanging on my doorknob, and the knob was smeared with her cum. I opened the door and licked her juice from my hand.

Mom on my bed, crouched down on all fours, her hair cascading down her back and dbangd over her shoulders. Her tight ass was up, but tilted to one side. Her left knee was straight under her hips and her right leg was straight out behind her. Her fingers grasped the footboard tightly and her piercing eyes stared into mine. I felt my cock throb thickly in my pants. Just looking at her made me want to cum again.

"Get your dick out and let Mommy give you a kiss," she growled lustily. My pants hit the floor in mid-step and I was out of them after two more steps. My third step brought me to the foot of the bed.

Mom started nuzzling my dick, rubbing her face on it, sucking it lightly, licking my balls, swallowing the head, licking the shaft, and doing everything she could to tease me into cumming.

"It's okay," she said between kisses on my head. "You can cum," she said again and started sucking on my head even harder. Her lips left it for a split second. "I want you to, baby. Come for me," she pleaded and started sucking harder. Her hands went to my balls and shaft, stroking and kneading them. She started moaning around my cock and sucked it further down her throat. I looked down and moaned heavily. She had all but three inches of it in her throat and her moans turned to growls. I could feel the urge to cum rising, I could feel it like electricity, boiling up from my toes and hitting my spine like an explosion. I was so close and then I felt nothing on my cock but the air and the saliva cooling it.

"Doesn't my baby want to shoot his jizz down Mommy's throat?" she said and sat straight up on her knees, her legs spread wide. I took in the vibrant body of my mother, one hand still holding my throbbing balls, the other started playing with her own very wet slit. I could see her juice starting to weep down her legs as the lone sound in the room was her wet pussy slurching around her fingers. Her nipples were harder now than I had ever seen them before, her breath was coming in quick gasps, matching time with her fingers in her sex. Her heart was pounding in her chest and a light sheen of sweat was on her entire body. Her lips were pouting and her eyes were pleading. "Don't you want to cum in my mouth? Don't you want to see your spunk coating my lips and tongue and teeth?" she pleaded. Then her pouting look turned to the look of a true predator. "Or maybe," she said leaning her body back, spreading her legs while she still played with her wet pussy. "Maybe you want to cum all over Mommy's cunt," she said and started jacking me off. I moaned loud and shuddered, my cock pulsing thickly in her hand. "Oooh, you do, don't you. You want to paint my pink bald pussy with your sticky cum?"

All I could do was nod as I about passed out and started to shoot. Her pussy was less than a foot from the tip of my cock and Mom started jacking me off harder as I came, directing my spunk all over her crotch. When I stopped twitching and shivering from the incredible orgasm I was having, I opened my eyes and let the blur fade from them. What I saw made my dick pulse back to life.

Mom had laid back, her knees spread apart high in the air and her crotch was completely bathed in cum. My cum. I don't know how much I shot, I damn near passed out, but I do know that what I saw was incredible. Her entire snatch was coated, as well as her shaved mound. A few thick ropes of cum strung across her thighs and there was one that shot clear up to her left nipple. Mom's hand was still stroking my dick, causing micro orgasms to shiver through my body.

"Mmmmm," she moaned loudly and started smearing my sperm around her pussy. "Now that was a good boy. You gave Mommy exactly what she wanted," she purred. I laid down beside her my heart thundering in my ears and my breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Oh, my God," I said between pants. "I've never, never cum like that." Mom smiled and turned over to face me, stretching out cat-like beside me.

"Me either, baby. I came just having you shoot on me, and during the blow job," she sighed. "Damn, Bran, I can't wait until we play with each other some more," she said and put her head on my chest, pushing her tits into my side. Her left hand started playing with my extremely satiated cock and her sloppy pussy rubbed our cum on my thigh. She closed her eyes and her breathing leveled out and she fell asleep, her hand still stroking my meat. I felt my cock twitch in her hand as I passed out as well.

Saturday came to me with the beeping of my alarm clock. I was alone in my bed and I had serious doubts as to whether or not last night happened. The room smelled of sex, but the bed was clean and I was by myself. I didn't even remember setting the alarm, but I must have. I reached up and shut the alarm off, sat up, and looked around my room. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and saw a note sitting on the nightstand next to my alarm clock.

"Sweetie, last night was amazing. I didn't wake you this morning because you looked so peaceful sleeping there. I washed your blanket in the night because we made a bit of a mess of it. I guess tonight we'll have to try my bed instead. I have a meeting today and I won't be out of the city until probably 10 tonight. With lust and love, your Mother."

My dick jumped to full attention. I did get a blowjob from my mother, I didn't dream it all, and she was positively the sexiest creature I've ever known in my life.

I spent most of the day just lounging around and drinking. Mom wasn't going to be back for a while and I could use a beer or 12 to try to get my head straightened out. At 6 pm I quit drinking, and I never got drunk, but I did have a good buzz going. I watched some TV and waited. About 10pm the phone rang and I let Mom's machine answer it. It was her.

The message was quick, "Sorry honey, but I won't be back until later. Don't wait up for me and remember what I told you this morning. Love you."

Being a little tired from doing nothing all day and the beers, and not to mention the hellish schedule of finals week, I went down stairs not long after that. I opened her door and walked over to the king-sized bed. The satin and flannel quilt was pulled back to reveal satin sheets and another note.

"Hi baby! Don't even think about jerking off. When I get home I'm going to suck on your cock until you're begging me to let you cum. This time I'm going to let you shoot down my throat and all over my face. I want to feel your sweet jizz dripping off my chin and down onto my tits and I want to see if you have enough in you to leave a string from my mouth to my pussy. Play with yourself, but don't cum. You cum without me being there to eat it and I won't let you fuck me, not ever. Love Mom. P.S. You DO want to feel that monster of yours in my hot wet cunt, don't you sweetie?"

Instant throbbing, twitching hardon. My hand stroked it softly, but absently, just keeping it interested in staying stiff as an iron bar. I fell asleep, still playing with myself.

I woke up when Mom slid into bed, trying not to wake me. I let her think that I was still asleep; I didn't snore and I didn't generally sleep deeply so that wasn't that big of a problem. She slipped in just after midnight. I stayed awake until just after she fell asleep and let her hit her deep sleep before I decided to move.

She had snuggled up behind me, pressing her tits into my chest and resting her right hand on my hip. Her soft mewing sounds she made in her sleep grew in intensity and then drew out longer and longer. Her hand on my hip and her warm body pressed against mine were making my dick hard again, but it was the heat rolling off her pussy and her hot little rock hard nipples that really made it dance. I pulled away a little bit and she rolled on her back, her arms to her sides, her hands up by her head, palms up. A confused look crossed her face, but it soon turned to her normal slack-jawed sleeping state.

Moving very carefully, I pushed her thighs apart just enough for me to get a tongue on her snatch. I had had enough of her cum from my fingers and I wanted some from the source. Slowly, I maneuvered myself between her thighs and got close enough to run my tongue along the entire length of her slit. I licked her very softly from bottom to top and then blew my hot breath along as I moved back down, licking ever so much softer this time.

I could taste Mom's juices building up in her still mostly closed pussy. Every lick brought me a touch more of that exotic flavor, and every lick also brought more life to her pussy. It started out with its normal cleft and just a hint of her lips showing between. By lick 10 her pink lips were full and puffy, and after 15 she was moaning in her sleep. After that I stopped counting. I had licked her open to the point that I could see her clit sticking out of its little hood. I slowly wrapped my tongue around her little love pearl and sucked it into my mouth. When it was all the way in, I gave it a good hard suck and started hammering it with the tip of my tongue. I moved my hands to her ass at the same time, and held on tight.

Mom sat bolt upright, but my mouth never lost contact with her pussy.

"Oh my GOD!" she screamed and a jet of cum shot into my mouth. Her breathing was erratic and it sounded like she was trying to take a pregnancy breathing class. Mom's hands laced into my hair and pulled me tighter against her pussy. "Fuck yes, Baby! Suck that clit! Eat Mommy's pussy! Drink, you little bastard, drink all Mommy can give!" she screamed out and then her voice became a twisted mask of half-moans, half screams as her cunt started to pulse in my mouth and on my tongue and over anything else of mine I could get in her. My hands were massaging her ass and my tongue gave her clit a working over that was driving her insane.

I felt her fingernails hit my back and she raked up to my shoulders as she fell back ward on the bed, her hips bucking hard. "Oh shit yes!" she screamed and another gush of her hot girl cum hit my mouth. My face was soaked, but I kept going, circling her clit with my tongue, sucking on it with my lips and batting it with my tongue, teasing it, flicking it, and doing whatever I could to keep her orgasming like a freight train. I lost count after 12 straight quick bursts of cum, and I know she was cumming for some time after that. She passed out after a while, her pussy still oozing juice, but it had long since stopped shooting from her hot pink folds.

Mom's heart was pounding in her chest and her breath was coming in fast, ragged gasps. When my tongue would make contact with her sweet, tasty sex, her back would arch high off the bed and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her head rocked back. After teasing her like that for a minute or two more, I decided to let her come down for a little bit and I laid down beside her. Her trembling, post-orgasmic body clung to mine, her legs wrapping around my thigh, her chest pressed against mine, and her head rested on my shoulder. Every time she twitched, she bit me playfully and gave a little scream. The screams turned into long drawn out moans and the moans to heavy panting. They tapered off all together and her breathing calmed down. When she could move without her body twitching in micro-orgasm, she looked into my eyes with hers.

Her face was a mask of lust. Sweat had plastered some of her auburn locks to her face, and she was still breathing hard and deep through her mouth. Her eyes were cloudy with lust and I could tell she wasn't done with me yet. That thought no sooner crossed my mind than I felt her hand grasp my tool and start stroking. I smiled.

"Happy Mother's Day," I said, giving a quick look to her alarm clock and then a longing gaze back into those burning pits of lust that had replaced her dark brown eyes. She laughed a little and threw the covers back on her bed, leaving us resting on her satin sheets. Still holding on to my dick, she threw a leg over me and started rubbing her entire pussy with just my cock head, moving slowly at first but then jacking me off fast, the head of my dick moving from one end of her pussy to the other in a blur. She moved my head back to her hole but kept shaking my cock, the vibrations making her abs twitch as she tried to maintain her balance.

"Yes," she hissed quietly. "Happy Mother's Day to me." And with that, she slowly sank onto my cock.

I didn't know what I was expecting, but I got everything I'd ever dreamed of and more. Mom felt as tight as a prom-queen; having not been fucked for 14 years by anything but her fingers. Her hot velvet vice was so tight I didn't think I would make it, but Mom was so wet that I slowly slid in to the hilt. After she fed a couple inches of my meat into her lusting pussy, she started fingering her clit, making her wetter as she sank. We both started moaning as she enveloped me. She hit bottom and I could feel her pussy stretching around my cock, both from the length and the thickness. When her bald pussy nestled against my nest of light brown pubes, she let out a long low moan and started rocking her hips back and forth on mine, rubbing her clit against me and stroking my dick a couple of inches at a time with her wanton pussy.

I had never felt anything quite like her. Her muscles worked my shaft rhythmically, starting at my head buried in her womb and then moving steadily down my shaft. Each stroke she gave my cock a squeeze like that, and it was like there was a hand in her pussy slowly jerking me off while she was riding me.

After doing that to me for what felt like hours she leaned forward and put her hands on my chest. She leaned on my for support and rose her hips from mine, coming up off me just enough to let only the very tip of my dick stay in her, the mushroom headed flair popping out of her hot juicy box.

"Ooooh, you make Mommy feel so good," she cooed and then sank back down slowly, moaning deeply as she hit bottom. "So good," she whispered and slowly rose back up. Her pussy was the only thing making noise in the room with its wet squishing noises, heard over our ragged breathing as my mother slowly rose up and down on my cock.

She started moving faster and she was very slowly building up speed, enjoying the feeling of my dick leaving her pussy but still staying at her entrance. The few times I started pushing back she shook her head and sank all the way back down, doing a little belly dance as she spoke.

"No, sweetie, you let Mommy enjoy her Mother's Day present," was all she'd say and then go back to the same speed she was going before she stopped and then slowly increasing.

By the time she was slamming herself down into me, I came. I didn't even know it was coming. I had been on the highest ride of my life and I didn't even feel the orgasm build. It just hit me like a train and I gushed up into my Mother's pussy. She moaned loudly as my cum sprayed her inner walls and coated every inch of her hot wet pussy with my own layer of juice. She kept riding me, our cum leaking out of her pussy, making her pussy that much wetter and the sound of our passion that much sloppier.

I was tired enough I couldn't keep my dick hard, but it wasn't for lack of trying on either of our parts. She went to town squeezing my dick with her pussy, this time she was squeezing from the base up to the head, milking all the jizz out of my member that she could. When it was apparent I was going limp, she simply laid down on top of me and tried to keep me inside her hot went cunt. We fell asleep like that.

We woke up like that, too. Mom's pussy was still around my dick, and she was still a little wet after a few hours of sleep, but nothing like what it was. I gently rolled her over and started fingering her pussy until she woke up, never taking my cock from her pussy. She responded immediately, her pussy renewed with a fresh batch of moisture. She stretched out and rapidly clenched her pussy around my cock as her eyes opened and she moaned lustily.

"Oh honey, we have to wake up like this more often," she moaned. I slowly pulled my rock hard cock out of her pussy and slowly pushed it right back in. She moaned louder a huge satisfied smile lit her face up.

"If that's what you want," I said and bent down and gave her a long, wet kiss, my dick still slowly exploring her depths and my chest rubbing on her nipples with each stroke.

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That's exactly what we did, all summer long. I never did move in with my friends, and they gave me a lot of shit for it, but I didn't care. I had the sexiest woman on Earth that was there to suck my dick, give me her pussy, and she brought me to places I didn't know I could go either mentally or physically while having sex. A slow long screw in the morning, something special at night; that's how life was from Mother's Day until August when I moved back to college. It doesn't get any better than that...

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Mom Fulfills Son's Desires
byNakdSalr©

Tim rolled out of bed, took his shower, and dressed for college still half-asleep. It had been a brutal week and week-end what with final exams and non-stop partying. This week should be a breeze, he thought, just show up and prepare for graduation. He stumbled blindly to the kitchen where his dad sat reading the paper and his mother stood at the sink rinsing off a few of the dishes prior to putting them in the dishwasher. Tim stopped behind her and leaning forward, reached for the cereal box in the cabinet above her. With one hand opening the door and the other reaching for the box he was unable to maintain his already poor balance and fell against his mother.

Jill Morgan was an executive with a large manufacturing firm. At 37 she still had the shapely body of a woman of twenty, and was dressed in her usual business suit skirt and white blouse. Her coat was hung on a nearby chair. Under the skirt she wore tiny nylon panties and panty hose which tended to keep her ass cheeks tight together. When Tim fell against her therefore his morning hard-on only rested between the outer split of her very shapely ass. Still for both of them it was a significant event. Each was acutely conscious of the sexual nature of the contact.

"Tim!"

He struggled to regain his balance and straighten up. For a moment he was grinding his semi hard cock into her firm butt. In the process, his cock got harder and harder until he was rigid as a piece of pipe.

"Sorry, mom, I was just trying to slip in and grab the cereal box." He braced himself for her angry reply.

"I could tell you were trying to slip into something, I just wasn't sure what it was. Next time be sure you're a little more under control" She turned toward him slightly and he saw the corners of her mouth turn up in a little grin.

He was surprised at her response and looked quickly at his dad to see if he was aware of the conversation, but he appeared buried in his paper as usual.

"Next time I will" he said. Now why in the hell had he opened his mouth and said something so stupid, he thought. That was only going to make matters worse. But she didn't respond, she only looked up at him out of the corner of her eyes. He ate his breakfast quickly and hurried out the door to college.

Jill continued to rinse the dishes while this discussion was going on and could still feel the impression of her son's cock against her cheeks. It had been quite awhile since she had had a stiff cock pressed against her ass. Her husband, Thomas, had long ago limited his sexual activity to the missionary position once every two weeks. He was a lawyer and thought of nothing else but his practice. In fact, he was against anything that even appeared to be sexual. Jill on the other hand was a very sexual creature that was becoming more frustrated with her love life. She was slightly shocked and chided herself for the randy thought that had gone through her mind while her son was grinding against her ass. For a moment she had hoped he didn't regain his balance for at least an hour.

Tim had never considered his mother a sex object. Well, at least nothing more than checking out her panties and bra in the clothes hamper. The 36c bra size gave him a reference point to judge the tit size of the girls at college and the perfume of her worn panties raised a rigid hard-on that lasted through two masturbation sessions. Although he had never thought sexually about her firm ass, now, he could think of nothing else. At the end of the day, while walking home, he was unable to remember a single thing that had occurred; the whole day at college was a total blank. His mother's firm round ass cheeks occupied his brain and his cock, which got hard as a cement pole each time he relived the moment at the sink.

The following morning, even though Tim had beat his cock senseless the previous night he didn't have the guts to press against her again. His dad was an eagle eye and would kill him if he became aware of Tim's efforts. But Tim sat at the table in such a position that the coveted ass was directly across from him. As Jill scrubbed the plates and cups, her ass wiggled back and forth acting like a red flag to Tim. Soon he was wishing he had tried the cereal box routine again this morning. He vowed that the next day he was again going to plant his cock between those wiggling, jiggling cheeks.

Jill was quick to notice that Tim had been very careful not to lean over her to get his cereal that morning. She felt a trifle bit let down.

"God, Jill" she said to herself, "what kind of a thought is that. You are feeling bad because your own son didn't put his dick between the cheeks of your ass?" Just before that thought was forced from her mind, she imagined Tim's uncovered cock between the globes of her naked ass. She shook off such an image and shouting her good-byes she quickly rushed out of the house, glad that the drive to work would keep her mind occupied.

Wednesday morning dawned bright and sunny. Tim was out of bed at the first sound of his alarm. He took a quick shower, struggling to keep his steel hard cock from punching holes in the shower door, the towel and his underwear. At the last minute he took off the underwear, he wanted to be able to feel his mother's ass and the underwear would be one more piece of insulation. He didn't want to change his schedule too much or his parents would get suspicious, besides if he were too early his mother wouldn't be at the sink doing her usual chores. He arrived in the kitchen at the precise moment his mother rinsed the first cup. Watching his dad carefully as he walked toward the sink, he was convinced his dad's newspaper kept him from seeing anything that was about to occur unless his mother called attention to it. This time Tim lined up directly behind Jill before leaning forward. His aim was flawless. His bone hard cock pressed exactly between his mother's curved flesh. As he allowed his weight to drive him deeper into her crevice he raised on his tip-toes. The resulting movement mocked the fucking action and for a moment he was performing the age-old rhythm against his mother's ass.

Jill gasped at the blatant contact, her mind recording his size and the rigidity of his member. Speech failed her and she could only stand unmoving as he retrieved his cereal and slowly disengaged from his obviously sexual thrust. Before she could recover her composure, he had moved to the table and poured the cereal into his bowl. She swung around to face him as he poured the milk. The image of the white milk splashing around the holes in the oats was suddenly too suggestive and she was able to say nothing more than,

"Were you able to reach everything?"

"Yeah, thanks, mom, I got everything."

"Good, I was pretty sure you were getting what you wanted." They were both stunned by her comment. She had no idea why she had said anything that gave tacit approval to his actions. Tim on the other hand couldn't believe she wasn't beating on his head for what he had done and had even implied that she was aware of what he was going to do and wasn't keeping him from doing it.

college was a worse drag than Monday had been. Finally he could take no more, and went to the restroom and pumped his stiff member until he had twice shot a load against the wall of the stall. It made him feel better, but his cock was only slightly less hard. He wondered how his mother would treat him during the evening.

After Tim left for college and her husband had gone to work, Jill had about fifteen minutes until she too had to leave for work. She moved as though in a fog. She was having a difficult time accepting the fact that her own son had made sexual advances to her. She had little doubt that the first time on Monday had been an accident, but there was no mistaking the episode today for anything but what it was. Tim had deliberately thrust his hard cock against her ass, even going so far as thrusting upward after the initial contact to increase the sexual connotation of his movements. Her first reaction was hoping her husband hadn't seen it. For the next few seconds she had been too involved in the feeling of the rigid cock between her tight spheres to think of anything else. Finally she had admitted to herself that the pole between her ass cheeks was her eighteen-year-old son's cock, and was there through no accident. But her real concern was her panties, which had become soaked when her pussy flooded as she realized that her own son was dry fucking her ass. That flooding had almost been her downfall. She hadn't been that turned on since the first time a boy played with her bare tits in high college. In all their marriage years her husband had never been able to arouse her to that pitch and now her own son had sparked a drenching response. Afterward, she had been weak in the knees, and rather than finish the dishes, she had grabbed her coffee and sat down at the table. Thomas looked at her strangely.

"Aren't you feeling well?" He asked.

"I'm fine, just a little tired. I've had a hard couple of days this week and it's just catching up to me." It certainly was hard, she thought.

"Maybe you should take a couple of days off. I'm going to Chicago on Sunday for a week to finish up that lawsuit, why don't you come along?"

"Oh, I'll be fine. A couple of nights of rest and the week-end off should fix me right up." A good screwing would help too, she thought.

"Okay, whatever you say," Thomas said. He didn't seem too broken up by the fact she wasn't going to accompany him.

The phone cut off any answer from her. It was her best friend, Carrie, begging Jill to meet her after work and help pick out a dress for a Friday party she was planning on attending. Jill accepted immediately. It would mean she would be out when Tim got home and he would be in his room for the night by the time she got back from shopping. She wasn't sure she could face him; she didn't know how to handle this morning's incident.

Tim too was relieved to find his mother gone for the evening. He wasn't sure how to respond if she challenged him on the incident during breakfast. But as luck would have it, he saw a movie was going to be on TV that he had been waiting to see. It started at 9:00 and went until 11:00. Without giving it another thought, he stayed up to watch it. At about ten o'clock his dad put away his law book and said he was going to bed. As the movie was ending his mother arrived home. Tim couldn't face her and kept his eyes glued to the screen.

"Did your dad go to bed?" Jill asked.

"Yeah, about ten," Tim responded. He still didn't face her.

Jill walked around the chair he was sitting in and stood between him and the TV.

"You had better not let your dad catch you at the little game you're playing in the mornings." It wasn't exactly the words she meant to say.

"I won't," he said.

"That's not what I meant, Tim." She studied him for a moment. Her voice dropped to hushed tones. "You'd better be sure of what you want before you try to get it."

For the first time he looked at her. "What?"

"You heard me. Better think it over carefully." She turned and went to her bedroom.

Tim tossed and turned until the wee hours thinking over his mother's comments. But there was little doubt in his mind that come the dawn he was going to feel her ass again. He was just too hung up on her to give up. He wasn't even sure he understood her remarks.

Thursday, he again rose early and dressed minus his underwear. He was anxious to get to the kitchen, but he first had to wait until his raging hard-on had cooled slightly. Not that he wanted it flaccid. He wanted to be hard enough to force his mother's cheeks apart as he pushed against her. He was hoping her little talk would make her think he wouldn't try anything this morning. Finally he went down the hall and entered the kitchen. His mother was just leaving the table. She stopped in the middle of the room.

"Good morning, honey, you're up early this morning," she said.

"Couldn't sleep. I guess I was looking forward to getting started today."

"Would you like me to get your cereal?" Jill asked.

"No, that's okay, mom. Some things make me feel better when I do them for myself." But Tim didn't move toward the cereal shelf. He stood in the doorway into the kitchen.

Jill continued to stand in the middle of the kitchen for another moment, then surprising even herself, she picked up the dishes and cups from the table and moved to the counter. Leaning against the sink front, she began running water into the sink. She was bent over slightly with her curvy, firm ass pushed back. Tim waited only another minute then checking to see that his dad was still engrossed in his daily paper, he moved toward the cabinet above his mother's head. Quickly he found himself directly behind his mother, her form bent over the sink. It took him another few seconds to make up his mind to continue with his usual contact. Then throwing caution to the winds he moved forward. The very thought of what he was about to do and the fact that his mother had gone to the sink when she could have remained in the middle of the room until he had retrieved his cereal caused his cock to harden into a full rigid hard-on.

Tim lined up and leaned against his mother's fleshy rear-end. He heard her gasp as his rigid cock spread her cheeks. This time he knew she was aware he was doing it on purpose rather than by accident and could have stopped it if she wished. As his hand contacted the cereal box, his cock rode up and down his mother's ass. Tim risked everything by moving his cock in a fucking motion between her cheeks. He knew if his dad saw what was happening he probably would be kicked out of the house for good, but a rigid cock will not be denied. His mother stopped washing the dishes and stood with her head tilted down almost in a stance of submission. In fact for a moment, he thought he felt her pressing back against his throbbing rod. He continued his sexual advances against his mother's ass for much longer than previous incidents until his mother turned her head to look toward her husband. Tim knew she was checking to be sure they were not being observed. Still she said nothing. Finally his sanity returned and he grabbed the cereal box and pulled his cock away from her curved posterior. He heard her sigh and straighten up and begin to again rinse the dishes as she had in the past. He ate quickly as under the table his hand was trying to press his hard cock down where it wouldn't be visible when he got up to leave. Finally he finished. He told his dad good-bye and then doing something he seldom had done since he became a teenager he walked to the sink and kissed his mother on the back of her neck.

"Bye, mom, see you tonight."

He heard her gasp at his kiss and she turned her head and looked him in the eye.

"Good-bye, honey, I'll see you when you get home."

He couldn't read the look in her eyes, but it certainly didnt look encouraging. He knew he was in for a lecture when she got home that evening. He hoped that was all it was going to be.

Jill was stunned by the morning's events. She was well aware she could have waited until Tim got his cereal before she moved to the sink. By not waiting she had opened herself up to the incestual contact. She tried to claim to herself that she didn't have time to wait, that she had to get the dishes rinsed off and get ready for work. But that didn't explain why her pussy had began to flood when she saw Tim waiting by the door for her to go to the sink. It didn't explain why she was so wet at this very moment that she wondered if her juices were going to saturate her panties and run down her leg for everyone to view. The question she was afraid to ask herself was what was she going to do about her eighteen-year-old son dry fucking her every morning at breakfast. She knew what she would like to do, but mothers didn't do that with their sons. All day she was in a confused state, making errors she would never have made. Every time she sat down in her office chair she thought she felt his cock pressed against her ass. By the time she drove into the driveway at home she was able to think of nothing else. She wasn't prepared for her son arriving at the same time as a friend dropped him off at the end of the drive.

Tim walked up to his mother and took hold of her door just as she spread her legs to get out of her car. He was treated to a panty shot as her skirt slid to her crotch. Her panty hose tops were sheer, which hardly blocked his view. Jill was unable to recover from her actions by lifting her other leg quick enough to close the wide spread, so for what seemed to them both like minutes, but were in reality seconds, she was wide open to his searching eyes. In the past he would have turned away, but now he couldn't tear his gaze from her displayed charms.

"If you like looking at my panties that much, When I take them off I'll give them to you. Or were you expecting a view of something else?" Jill said a touch of irritation in her voice.

"I'm sorry, mom, but I couldn't help it, you're not like a mom, you're beautiful."

Jill was stunned. Of all the things Tim could have said he had blurted out the one thing that could cool her anger. He hadn't tried to lie out of it or come up with a smart remark, but had told her exactly how he felt. She had taught him since he was a baby to tell the truth and take your punishment.

"But, honey, are you forgetting I'm your mother? What's been happening lately isn't proper behavior between a mother and son."

Mom, you told me to be sure of what I wanted before I try to get it. Well I'm sure of what I want."

"Tim, I didn't really mean that. What you're thinking just can't happen, honey, it just can't." Jill suddenly realized that all during their talk she had never closed her legs. God, it was no wonder he was acting like he was. She stood up, pushed the car door shut and fled toward the house. The situation had gotten out of hand. Her feelings were getting in the way of her morals.

Friday morning the phone rang before six. The manufacturing facility Jill helped manage was experiencing difficulties and they needed her right away. She dressed quickly and left before Tim was up. She was thankful she had postponed another incident with her horny son. Tomorrow was Saturday, maybe she would get a chance to cool down his raging hormones before things got totally out of hand.

Tim ate his breakfast in silence and the whole day at college he was edgy and hard to get along with. His best friend called him a jerk. Tim of course didn't try to explain. What could he say, I'm mad because I didn't get to push my dick against my mother's number ten rated ass? When dinner was over he went straight to his room. His mother had put on a robe that reached from her ankle to her chin. He wasn't likely to get any views of her gorgeous body anyway. He went to bed looking forward to morning.

As Tim walked into the kitchen the next day, he heard his dad pulling out of the drive on his way to play golf. Jill was sitting at the kitchen table drinking her coffee. She shook with tension when Tim came through the doorway.

"You're up early for a Saturday," she said. Her gaze flicked to his crotch where he already was showing a sizeable bulge. Her mouth went dry, but her pussy began to flood. God, she thought, I'm like a teenager, ready for sex when a male walks by. But she wasn't ready for sex, well at least she shouldn't be, this was her son she was lusting after.

"It's the first day of my life. I graduate Tuesday night and "That...that...that's all folks. So officially I'm done."

"And in two months you'll be leaving for college."

Tim had stopped just inside the door. Once he glanced at the cereal cabinet but didn't bother to move in that direction.

Jill was aware of his actions and kept telling herself not to give him any opportunity to force himself against her. The phone jarred her out of her thoughts, and without thinking she rose and went to answer it. The phone was mounted on the cabinet end next to the window by the sink. She stopped in front of the sink and pulled the white receiver to her ear. It was her friend Carrie, anxious to tell her about the fabulous party of the previous evening.

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Tim was surprised by the thin, filmy, nylon gown his mother was wearing. It was pale orange and her bikini style sleeping panties were plainly visible underneath. He couldn't see a bra. He was instantly hard. He stood admiring her beautiful back, her rounded hips, her curvy ass, and shapely legs. Finally he moved forward to a position behind her. The crevice between her cheeks was a shadow under the gown and panties. He had deliberately worn an old pair of shorts worn thin from age and no underwear. His cock had grown to massive proportions. He positioned himself directly behind his mother and only inches away. Forgetting all consequences, he laid his hands on her hips and thrust forward. His solid rod easily separated the cheeks of her ass and he suddenly found himself lodged between the shapely flesh.

"Ohhh, Tim," Jill said. "Ohhh, no."

Tim had leaned against Jill and his head was close enough to hear Carrie on the phone.

"What's wrong, Jill? What's going on?" Carrie said.

"Ahh...ahh Tim just spilled some hot stuff all over the place. I have to go. I'll call you later. Bye," Jill told her friend.

Tim pushed his hands around her waist until they met under her breasts. He could feel the weight of them resting on his wrists. His cock got harder. He thrust forward a little more, burying himself even deeper between her spheres.

Jill squirmed, trying to get free of her son's grasp, but only succeeded in creating a fucking motion between them.

"Tim, no, no, honey, don't do this. You shouldn't have your, your penis against me like that. I'm your mother."

Tim lowered himself slightly and then thrust inward and upward against his mother. "But, mom you said to go after what I wanted, and I want you."

"Ungggg," Jill grunted as Tim's cock drove between her ass cheeks. He didn't realize it but the last thrust had slid right along her puckered little hole. She felt her pussy flood and her nipples get hard. God, he is big, she thought. "Honey, you shouldn't want your own mother like that. Come on, Tim let me go." She continued to struggle, which only increased the friction between their bodies. As his cock again thrust along her rear entrance, she tried to drop down some so his cock would be higher on her ass and not near her opening, but she forgot the position of his hands. As she dropped, his hands slid up her body and suddenly he had both hands full of Jill's 36 c breasts. They were equally surprised. Her hard nipples pressed into his palms and the thin material offered no protection for her. She may as well have been naked. Tim quickly took advantage of the accidental gift. He began kneading her tits. Jill squirmed harder than before.

"Tim, quit. Let go of my tits; quit feeling me like that. She started to spin one way then reversed her direction. The ploy worked and she was able to spin around. But Jill realized her mistake when she found herself face to face with her son and his rigid cock buried against her pussy mound. Tim too was caught unaware. It took him a moment to realize his good fortune. He dipped slightly and thrust hard against the v between her thighs. His cock head lodged against the slit of her pussy. It was almost as if he had penetrated her. She gasped. While she was still trying to keep Tim from making any more attacks into her private parts, Tim did the one thing that had entered neither of their minds. He looked at his mothers face only inches in front of him. Her wet mouth and red full parted lips struck a chord in his male heart. He kissed her, full on the lips. Jill stopped struggling as the shock of the contact registered. Before she could fully understand the forbidden action, her body responded. Her lips opened, her tongue darted out and her pelvis thrust against the hard rod lodged against it. For longer than either of them would have believed, mother and son sucked, and thrust tongue against tongue, cock against pussy, nipple against chest and palm.

While her body was saying yes, yes, Jill's mind was screaming no, no. Finally she forced Tim back. The shock of their kiss had caused him to relax his hold around her. Jill slipped away and moved to the middle of the room.

"Tim, Tim, my God, what are you doing, what are we doing? Stop this right now. You act like you're trying to fuck me."

Tim had never heard his mother swear before except for an occasional damn, or hell. The word fuck was a surprise. But it gave him the right to use the same terms.

"But I do want to ahh...fuck you. I love you and besides you kissed me back and pushed your, your pussy against me when we were kissing, so I know you want it too."

"Tim, I love you too. I'm your mother, we're supposed to love each other but not like a girlfriend-boyfriend or a husband-wife love. As far as me responding to your kiss, women's bodies sometime react to sexual contacts that they don't really want. I'll admit I felt good when you were thrusting against me, after all you are very manly and sexually well endowed, any girl would have responded the same. And I also admit your kiss excited me for a minute, but then reality set in and I no longer wanted you to continue. As for you wanting to...fuck me, well, honey, at your age boys want to fuck anything with a pussy." Jill grinned to take the sting out of the put-down and to lessen the tension between them.

"That's not true, mom, most of the girls in college don't even interest me. But when I see you, I am ready to do it in an instant. I would sooner ahh fuck you than any girl I know. I would be happy just to see you naked and feel you."

"Tim. That is exactly the thing that has to stop. You can't go around trying to have sex with your mother. Now why don't you go to your room and cool off a little then come down and I'll fix you a nice breakfast."

"I will be cool in my room, but the minute I come back down stairs and see you I'll want to make love to you."

Tim went to his room and stretched out on the bed, replaying in his mind the scene in the kitchen. She had kissed him back and thrust her pussy against him. True, after she thought about it she claimed she didn't want to do it anymore, but he was sure that was her head talking not her heart. He had to get her thinking with her heart or better yet, her pussy.

As Tim left the kitchen, Jill sank into a chair at the table. Her nipples were hard; pushing her thin pajamas into little tents over her rounded breasts. Her channel was flooding with her sweet juice and the lips of her pussy were puffy. She felt her engorged clit rub the thin panties as it grew firm from the contact with Tim's cock when he thrust against her. It had been so tempting to just let him fuck her right there against the sink, to force his big cock into her needy pussy but she had not been able to let herself go. Had he forced her just a little, however, he would have attained his goal. Did she dare allow a little sexual play to occur between herself and her son? She wouldn't let him fuck her of course, but would a little fingering and dry fucking really hurt anyone? She knew she was rationalizing, making it seem less a violation, making her seem less than a morally, corrupt, incestuous mother. Suddenly she knew what she would do. She would play her own little game with her son and see if he could handle a stronger form of sexual by-play, and tonight would be an ideal time. More nectar flowed into her hot channel as she thought of what she was going to do to her son and his hard cock.

Tim left the house early in the evening but in his usual fashion told his mother he would be home by midnight. Jill immediately began to put her plan into action. She knew her husband well. One of the few nights of the week when he watched TV was Saturday. Jill beat him to the program listings in the paper and pretending to scan them she announced that there were no good programs to watch. Thomas, her husband, picked up one of his law books and began to read cursing under his breath about the poor programming on the TV. Jill smiled in spite of herself. By ten PM Thomas' head was nodding and he was rubbing his eyes.

"Since you have such a big day tomorrow what with flying, registration and meetings maybe you should take one of your high potency sleeping pills the doctor prescribed to guarantee you a good nights sleep."

"Maybe I will, even though I don't like them. They knock me out for eight hours and the devil himself couldn't wake me."

"If you take one now and go to bed you should wake up by six-thirty and feel ready to tackle what promises to be a difficult day."

"Okay, I guess I'll go right up and get my shower; should be in bed by ten-thirty."

Jill smiled. Perfect, she thought, he won't hear a thing the rest of the night.

At eleven fifteen Jill went to her bedroom and after checking to be sure Thomas was indeed out like a light, she took her shower, then put on a baby doll set of PJ's. The top was white and completely see-through. It stopped exactly at her pussy. The panties were also sheer and bikini cut. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she blushed. Absolutely nothing was hidden from view. She took a tube of KY jelly from her bathroom drawer and placed it on the nightstand. She climbed into bed next to her husband and waited for Tim to get home.

Tim quietly passed her bedroom door at eleven-forty-five. By this time Jill was more than ready for her little end of the game. She waited until she heard Tim leave his bedroom and head down the hall for the bathroom until she slipped quietly from her bed. Picking up the tube of KY jelly she padded barefoot down the hall. As usual, Tim had failed to close the door all the way assuming that no one else was up at this time. Without knocking Jill pushed the door open and walked in. Tim was standing naked in the middle of the room just getting ready to turn on the shower for his bath. He saw her out of the corner of his eye and whipped around.

"Mom, holy cow you should have knocked." He tried unsuccessfully to cover his slowly rising cock.

"Why? Your game playing made me think you wanted me to see you naked?"

"Well, well, yeah, I guess," he stammered.

"Do you like the way I look or would you like to see me naked too?"

For the first time Tim took a good look at his mother's PJ's. At her nipples standing firm and hard, erect under the thin material, and her dark pussy hair forming a small patch at the v of her legs.

"Wow you look good the way you are."

"Oh, you mean you want me to stay dressed, you don't want to see me naked?"

"No, I mean yes¡ I mean no I don't want you to stay like that¡ yes, I do want to see you naked.

Jill turned away from him and hooking her thumbs in her panties, she slid the transparent bikini's over her hips and down her legs, bending over as she reached her ankles. As she stood bent over Tim was treated to a full view of her beautiful shaped ass and tucked between her legs, her glistening clamshell pussy now slightly opened with lust.

Tim gasped with pleasure. Unable to believe this was his mother showing him her naked ass and pussy.

With no hesitation, Jill took the top off the tube of jelly.

"Come here," she said.

Tim took the two steps to move within inches of her.

"Hold out your hand."

Tim gingerly stuck out his hand unsure of her intentions. Jill squirted a liberal amount of the jelly into his palm.

She turned her back to him. "Now grease my ass; make me slippery. And whatever you do, be quiet, we don't want to wake your father."

Tim stood unbelieving for a full minute.

"If you want to do what you like doing to my ass, you'd better hurry."

Tim carefully reached out and slid his hand over her firm curves. After only seconds he was using both hands to cover her full cheeks.

"Get between them too, don't miss anyplace," Jill said in a husky voice. Her channel was flooding and she felt ready to grab his cock and ride it until she was too weak to move.

Tim finally worked up the courage to slip his fingers between the globes of his mother's ass. It was the most exciting thing he had ever done. She didn't even yell at him when he slid across her tight puckered opening not once but three times. The last two times deliberately. He almost shot his load all over the beautiful body before him.

"Okay, that should be enough," she said. Jill turned and looked at her son, then raising on her tip-toes, she kissed him full on the lips. Before his arms could encircle her she twisted away. Walking to the counter she faced the mirror and bent over slightly.

"Okay, baby, do what you like to do to Mommy's butt."

Tim stood frozen. He was in shock, unable to act.

"Come on, honey, slide your cock into your favorite spot. Or don't you want to slip your cock between my ass cheeks?"

With a little cry, he lurched forward and laid his rigid hard-on against her the same as he had been doing every morning for a week. The slippery flesh allowed his member to slide easily into the crevice until he was all the way against her puckered hole. Jill groaned and Tim gasped for air as he began to hyperventilate. He quickly recovered and grasping his mother's hips he began a fucking motion up and down between the lubricated globes. He could feel the fluid building in his balls and suddenly after less than a dozen strokes it was rocketing up the tube.

"Mom, mom. Uhh, ohh, ohh, mom." The juice spewed from the end of his cock between Jill's hot slippery cheeks and up onto her back.

Jill's orgasm was so violent she almost fell. Unable to resist, she thrust her ass against his erupting rod. Tim continued to thrust up and down, fucking between her glorious ass cheeks. Finally he became too weak to maintain the movement and he stood unmoving with his cock buried between the inviting orbs.

"Oh, mom, that was, that was-ahh the greatest thing I ever felt."

Jill stood up and her son's cock slipped from its resting place. She faced her son. His cock was still half-hard and sticking out in front of him like a banner. It was all of seven inches long and bigger around than his father's by a considerable amount. Jill decided there was going to be a little more to the evening than she had originally planned.

"God, honey, you were really ready weren't you?" she said. "Well mommy was too. You made mommy cum, something I didn't expect to happen tonight." She walked across the room and putting the lid down she sat down on the toilet.

"Come here, honey," she said beckoning with her hand.

Tim approached her, his cock leading the way. He was still in shock from the night's events and moved as though in a trance. He stopped in front of her. Tim watched in awe as Jill reached out and wrapped her fingers around his still firm cock. Immediately the blood rushed to his meaty tube and it turned to a hard pole of flesh.

"Baby still needs to cum some more, doesn't he?" Jill began a slow movement of her hand up and down. Pausing at the top to tickle the little hole and rub the sensitive ridge around the head. Tim groaned; his eyes locked on to the exotic sight. Then she squeezed the hard mass and drove down to his balls as she cupped them with her free hand. Her hands were now coated with the slippery jelly from his cock and she began rapid strokes up and down the towering flesh. Tim thrust his hips forward as the speed of Jill's hands increased. Mother and son stared at the purple headed rod disappearing and emerging from the top of her fist. Both knew this was only the beginning of their sexual sessions. They had crossed the line, incest or not this was only the preliminary to their sexual play.

"Come on, baby, cum for mommy, shoot your juice for me."

"Can I touch your...your breasts?" he said.

Jill took the hand that had been caressing Tim's balls and raised the baby-doll top pulling the flimsy material over her head. Now she was fully exposed to her son.

"Feel mommy's tits, honey, but just for a little bit, until you shoot."

Tim needed no urging, He took in her perfect size thirty-six c tits that he remembered from her bra size His hand hefted the nearest tit and tweaked the hard nipple, Jill sighed as his hot fingers pulled on the sensitive flesh.

"Some night, I'll let you suck them. Would you like that?"

"Oh, God, mom, yes, I'd love to suck on you. Ohh, mom feeling your tits and talking like that is going to make me cum."

"Yeah, honey, cum, cum for mommy, shoot, baby."

"Mom, ohhhh, mom, mom, mom ohhhhh." The white ropes of cum spouted from the purple head Jill was pumping and rained down the front of her body. Her tits suddenly had white streaks across them. Even one nipple was dripping with her son's cum. Tim shot string after string of juice, as his mother jacked-off his hard meat.

"Oh, honey, that's a lot for the second time. And you're still hard. I'll bet you could cum again if we tried. But I think that's enough for tonight. You said this was what you wanted, Well, baby, you've got it. You had better be prepared to keep this little game up. And during the day and especially at breakfast there will be nothing said or done that reveals what is happening, clear?"

"Oh, you bet, mom, that's clear. I wouldn't do anything to cause this to stop."

"Good." Jill stood up and started to walk from the room. Half way to the door, she stopped. "I know you are just dying to feel my pussy aren't you." When Tim nodded, She walked back to him and took his hand in hers, guiding it between her legs. She allowed him to take one swipe the length of her wet open channel. She guided his middle finger in a little bit so he could tell he was actually feeling her pussy opening, then pulled his hand back. "Now you know in your own mind that you have felt your mother's tits and pussy. That should give you enough masturbation ammunition to last during the times we can't get together." Jill kissed him on the mouth that was open with surprise. And, still naked, she left the bathroom and returned to her bed. Her husband lay snoring in almost the same spot he had been in when she left. She wiped her still wet hand on the sheets near her head. She would change them tomorrow, but right now she wanted to smell her son's juice. Before wiping the cum off her tits with a tissue she dipped one finger in the white streak and touched it to her tongue. She had never tasted cum before; she had never wanted to, now she wanted her son to shoot his load into her mouth. God, she was becoming a slut as well as an immoral, incestuous mother.

She smiled to herself as she heard her son being sick in the bathroom. He had just found out that the real thing was a lot more shattering than the fantasy. It was one thing to dream of having a sexual liaison with your mother; it was a lot different when it really happened. She wondered how he would feel when she let him fuck her.

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sister

Wrestling with Incest
bychunks©

I got the bug to write this story last night and finished it quickly this morning. I don't use an editor so normally I'll put stories away for a period of time and then pull them back up, read them objectively, and correct errors (there always are some). But lately I've tended to put away unfinished stories for a loooong time before finishing them, or put away finished stories and then later decide to write more. So this time I decided to give it a quick once-over and then publish. I apologize in advance for any problems with spelling, grammar, sentence construction, or continuity.

Happy Summer 2015, y'all.

*****

Jesus, I thought, as Brooklyn Decker slowly engulfed my cock into her warm, wet mouth. I ran my fingers through her long blond hair as she bobbed on me and played with my balls. I'd seen her in Sports Illustrated, and of course Battleship. She was at least 10 years older than me and probably rich - with a great house too, I thought as I looked around. I wasn't quite sure how I got here.

"Mmmph," she said as she pushed her head down until her lips touched my pubic hair. God, it felt fantastic. I reached down to play with her nipples just as a man walked into the bedroom.

"What's going on here?" he said. Brooklyn pulled off of me.

"Michael, this is my husband. Andy, this is Michael."

"What's going on here?" he said again.

"What's going on here?" Brooklyn said.

"What's going on here?" my sister Kaitlyn said as I woke up. I panicked as I realized that I'd been playing with myself in my sleep, and now my big sister was staring at my hard cock that was just about to blow. My balls were tightening and my groin was tingling and I realized I was already past the point of no return.

"Oh no," I said. "Oh God... AAAAAGH!!"

My first shot pulsed over my left shoulder. The next two landed on my chest, and the rest just shot out onto my abs. I looked at my sister; she was watching it all with her mouth open in a shocked "O". Nothing, absolutely nothing that could happen for the rest of my life could possibly be more embarrassing than this. I turned away from her and curled into a fetal position. I didn't know what else to do. We teased each other mercilessly, and even though we loved each other and had a pretty open and supportive sibling relationship, Kaitlyn would never, ever let me live this down.

"Go away," I said. "Why are you here?"

She was silent for a moment, then she sat down on the bed.

"Mom sent me up to wake you," she said. "Breakfast is on and you have to get ready for the wrestling meet."

She put her hand on my arm and I curled up tighter into a ball.

"Mike, I'm sorry I walked in on you. I had no idea that you sleep in the nude and I had no idea that... you know. Don't be embarrassed, please."

I chanced a look at her. "Are you kidding? What could possibly be more embarrassing than this? How can I face you after this? How in the fuck can I fix this? What are Mom and Dad going to say?"

She smiled. "Okay, how about I fix it? First, you were asleep and dreaming while you were doing that. It happens. It happens to me. Second, even if you weren't asleep, it's a normal and natural thing to do especially for an 18 year-old man."

I took pause at that. She had never called me a man before.

"Or a 19 year-old woman," she said.

I just stared at her. I suppose I should have figured that she masturbates, but I'd never thought of her in that way. My gaze dropped to her braless breasts, highly visible through a thin white tank top. She just smiled.

"And I promise that Mom and Dad won't hear about this, and neither will anyone else. This is out of bounds for our teasing, okay?"

"Okay," I mumbled. "Thanks Kait."

"Besides," she said as she slapped my ass. "From where I was standing, you have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about." She stood up and left my room and gently closed the door.

--

I showered, dressed, got my meet bag together, took a deep breath, and went downstairs not sure what to expect. Mom, Dad, and Kait were all sitting at the breakfast nook eating scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. I looked at the food and sighed and went to the blender where my mom had made my usual protein and juice smoothie that boosted my energy while helping me make class weight. I poured it into a large glass and sat down at the table. Kaitlyn gave me a smile and went back to her eggs. She was still dressed in her skimpy tank top and boxer shorts, and I couldn't help but notice that her tits were set to serious high-beam. I looked away and took a sip of my smoothie.

"'Morning, Champ," Dad said from behind his paper. "You ready to kick some ass today?"

My high college, Lee, had a wrestling meet this morning with our crosstown rivals Vista. I was all-state in my weight class, 182 pounds, thus the "Champ" from Dad. I'd never lost a competitive match. My coach was good and I'd learned a lot from him, but I'd also been taking judo since I was 10 and aikido since I was 14, so I didn't have much trouble taking down opponents. And once I had them on the mat, they were mine.

My grades were good, a condition that my parents had laid down if I were to compete in athletics. And I needed to compete - it was the only way I knew to burn off nervous energy, anger, and... sexual frustration. I stood 6 feet even and my body was strong, a lot of muscle and not much fat. Mom said I was handsome; I wasn't sure about that. She's biased. Girls at college were nice and sometimes a little flirty with me, but while I had brains and brawn, I had absolutely no clue how to proceed with a woman. No experience, and no clue. Thus the frustration. I burned all the testosterone off in the gym and on the mat.

"Yeah, Dad," I said. "I hope so."

"Hope, nothing," Kaitlyn said. "He's strong as hell - I have empirical evidence of that."

I put my glass down on the table and hung my head, waiting for it. When she was silent for some time I looked up to see her making strong eye contact with me and shaking her head quickly.

"Sorry," she mouthed silently.

This was new. We always took every opportunity to poke fun at each other and make each other uncomfortable including in front of our parents. It had always been that way between us. Kait had apparently fallen back into that habit but had pulled up short, not going in for the kill.

"What do you mean, dear?" Mom said.

"Nothing, Mom," Kait said. "He helped me move some stuff in the backyard, and he's like The Hulk! I wouldn't want to be a Vista wrestler today."

"Damn straight," said Dad, turning the page.

I had wrestling scholarship offers from four colleges. Not that I needed them; Dad was rich before he hit 30 and had taught me enough about the stock market for me to build a pretty good nest egg of my own. Big enough that I could go to any college I wanted to - if I wanted to. I actually kind of wanted to open a gym and teach judo. I had floated that idea.

Mom and Dad had not been amused. If I wanted to keep peace in the family, I was going to college.

I stood up from the table and rinsed my glass out in the sink. "I'm going to hit the road," I said. The Vista meet was at our college, so I could just drive there. We wouldn't have to pile the team onto a college bus and watch each other spit into cups to make weight.

"Are you guys going to come?" I said.

"Sorry sweetie, we can't this time," Mom said. "Your dad and I have to go to a work thing at 10:00." 'Work thing' these days meant something having to do with the foundation that Mom was part of, a non-profit that tried to keep kids and homeless people from going hungry. A good cause. I'd served up a lot of food for that cause, and felt good about it. There's nothing like seeing a hungry person get well-fed. It's good for the soul.

I don't know how rich we are, but from the things I've heard I figure it's a lot. But we live in a standard tract house and don't have fancy cars or lots of material goods and my folks don't belong to country clubs or parade around with high-society types. Unless they're trying to woo them for money for the foundation.

"Okay," I said. "Good luck."

"You too, son, although we know you don't need it."

"You never know," I said.

"Kick ass, Michael," Kaitlyn said.

--

I drove my truck to Lee High college and parked my pickup as close to the gym as I could get. It being Saturday morning, there was plenty of parking available. There was a push on to get the college district to change my college's name. Who knew that it had been named after Robert E. Lee? The political climate was such that "Lee High college" was somehow inflammatory now. I thought it was silly, but maybe that was my white privilege talking.

"Mikey!" Dave Reynolds came up to me and we did the usual high-five, low-five, fist grab thing. We'd been best friends for years. Dave wrestled at 160 and he was pretty good.

"Are we going to kick some Vista butt today, Mikey?"

"Hope so," I said.

He just stared at me. "What the fuck do you mean, 'Hope so'? That doesn't sound like the Mike Thomas I know!"

"Well... there's this guy..."

"Mark Wade, right? In your weight class."

I sighed. "I've watched him. He's good."

"You're better," Dave said. "And you're going to prove it. Dude: you're the Hulk!"

Which made me think of what Kait had said at breakfast. Why hadn't she nailed me about what had happened this morning? She could have had a field day. I shook it off.

"Right," I said. "Let's go get 'em."

I sat on the bench and watched Dave slowly lose. I was sorry for him, but I was distracted as I saw my sister walk into the gym and over towards our bench, all 5'2" of her. Damned if she wasn't wearing the same thin tank top, over white short-shorts and sandals. With her tan and her long blond hair framing her lovely face, she looked like a beach bunny taking a quick detour from the ocean.

"Hi Mike," she said. "Did I miss you?"

Still no bra, I thought. She looked incredibly hot. Damn, what a weird fucking day. I'd spent 18 years not thinking of my sister this way and now this it was all I could think about.

"I'm next," I said.

"Good! I'll be in the stands cheering for you." She caressed my cheek and I watched as she climbed the seats, her ass moving hypnotically under those skimpy shorts.

I shook my head to clear it and focused on Dave, just as he was pinned.

"Dammit!" Coach Thomas said. "Okay Mike, you're up."

I was already warmed up so I just did some leg stretches as Dave walked dejectedly back to the bench.

"Sorry, Coach," he said as he sat down.

"No problem, Dave, you did your best. Just wasn't your day." Coach paused. "He's probably on fucking steroids," he said quietly.

I love Coach.

Mark Wade and I squared off and pretty much just slapped at each other for the first minutes, looking for a good opening.

I heard Kaitlyn yell, "Go, Mike!" Which distracted me. Which was, I told myself, why Mark was able to take me down with a simple single leg lock. Instantly he was ahead on points. Luckily I'd managed to pivot and land on all fours and he was going to have to fight pretty hard to get me on my back. I traded time for leverage and fought him with everything I had, but couldn't break out. I was sweating out all of my energy. He was unshakable and his head was right next to my ear.

"Your sister's a fucking whore," he said.

I saw red, and adrenaline pumped into my veins. I straightened my arms, pushing myself and Mark up off the floor. The crowd gasped as I stood up and held him above me, ready to throw him to the floor.

"Mike!" Coach Thomas yelled.

It broke through. Instead of throwing him, I took a knee and dropped Mark to the floor held his legs up and laid on top of him for a quick pin. I started to get up but Mark grabbed my hand.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I'm really sorry. Coach told me to try that. No other way he knew to beat you."

I stared at him, still pissed but now mostly not at Mark. My own coach didn't have to give me too many pointers but I listened to him and tried everything he suggested, so I had to give Mark the benefit of the doubt. I helped him stand up.

"I was about to break you in two, Wade," I said.

"I could tell. Thanks for not killing me."

"I really love my sister," I said. "You might want to think about not listening to everything your coach tells you to try."

"I get that," Mark said. "I love my sister, too. It was a stupid thing to do. It won't happen again." He turned and headed for his bench, and I did the same. My teammates all high-fived me, but Coach looked angry.

"What the hell was that out there?" he said quietly. "I was sure you were about to throw him down!"

"I was," I said, and told him what Mark had said to me.

Coach Thomas looked across the gym at Mark's coach. "That son of a bitch," he said, throwing down his clipboard. "That's over the top. I'm going to report him."

I didn't know what to say about that. I had already calmed most of the way down, enough to notice that the inside of my right leg was starting to hurt. I rubbed it.

"What's wrong?" Coach said.

"I think I pulled something," I said.

"I'm not surprised, the moves you made holding that kind of weight in that kind of position. From where you're rubbing, it looks like a groin pull. Not good." He went to the cooler and came back with a cold pack.

"Ice it," he said. "Off and on for 24 hours. Stay off of it and keep it elevated. Come to college early on Monday and we'll evaluate it."

I took the cold pack and slowly made my way into the stands past Lee students and family who were all clapping and congratulating me. Kaitlyn was standing and smiling and clapping with them. There was a small wet spot on the crotch of her white shorts. I hugged her and sat her down quickly, not wanting her to be embarrassed. I pressed the cold pack to my leg.

"Are you hurt?" she said.

"Just a little muscle pull," I said.

"I've never seen you make a move like that," she said. "I've never seen anybody do that in all the time I've watched your meets. How could you lift him like that? You made it look like he weighed nothing."

"I was pissed," I said.

"Because he took you down?"

"No." I was silent for a moment, then decided to tell her. "He insulted you."

She just looked at me. "What did he say?"

"Something not very nice."

"What was it?"

I looked into her eyes. "He called you a 'fucking whore'."

Kait's face showed her shock. "I don't even know him. I don't know anybody at Vista. Why would he say something like that?"

"Psychological warfare," I said. "He was trying to find a way to beat me. It had the opposite effect."

She smiled and hugged me again. "My hero," she said.

I moved to return the hug and winced a little.

"You okay?" she said.

"It's starting to hurt more when I move," I said. "I'm going to tell Coach that I'm heading home to lie down and rest it."

"Okay, I'll meet you at home," she said, and started to stand.

"Uh, Kait?"

"What is it?"

I subtly pointed to her shorts. She looked down and her face turned red. The wet spot had grown a bit. She quickly sat down again.

"Oh, my God," she said. "I can't walk out of here like this."

"I have a solution," I said. "Don't hit me."

I 'accidently' spilled my entire cup of cold water on her lap.

Kait let out a yelp and stood up, brushing at the water. People looked over at us and laughed as I apologized and handed her my hoodie to dry off with.

"I'm sorry, Sis," I yelled, so everyone would hear.

"You'd better be," she yelled back, then put her mouth next to my ear and whispered, "Thank you." She walked down the steps and headed towards the women's locker room.

"For a jock, you're kind of a klutz, Wilson!" my friend Tony yelled, grinning. I just smiled and shrugged and walked down the steps, limping a little.

--

When I got home I stripped, showered, put on boxer shorts, got an ice pack from the kitchen freezer, and laid down on my bed with my right leg propped up on a couple of pillows. I thought about the TV, but elected to find something to read on my iPad instead.

Mom and Dad would be at their foundation event all day, so when I heard the garage door open I knew it was Kaitlyn. She came to my open door and knocked anyway.

"Come on in," I said. "Pardon me if I don't stand."

She sat down on the bed next to me.

"Does it hurt much?" she said.

"Some," I said. "More when I move.

"Let me change out of these shorts, then I'll be back. I have an idea that might help." She got up to leave, then turned back to me. "I want to thank you for spilling that water," she said. "That was quick thinking."

"No problem," I said. "Umm... if you don't mind my asking, what happened?"

Her face turned red. "It's... a woman thing," she said, and turned to walk away.

"Okay," I said.

When she left I shifted around to try and get more comfortable. Kait came back in just as I had picked up my iPad to start reading. She still had the thin white tank top on but had put on boxer shorts like me.

Her tits jiggled temptingly as she walked. I tried not to stare.

She took my iPad and put it on the night stand, then took the ice pack and set it on the floor. She sat next to me and opened a small bottle of baby oil.

"What are you going to do with that, Kait?"

She smiled at me. "Just a little massage, to see if it will help. Pull your underwear up on that side."

I stared at her. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Mike, remember when I did gymnastics in middle college and high college?"

"Sure."

"I used to get massages all the time. There's nothing like it. It's good for sore muscles and sometimes it can help an injury, too."

"Okay, Kait, but... this injury is in kind of a sensitive area, you know?"

She smiled as she opened the baby oil and poured a little into her hand. "I'll try to be careful," she said. Besides, if you can't trust your sister, who can you trust?" She placed the flat of her hand on my inner leg and began lightly rubbing the oil into my skin.

"Cold," she said. "I'm going to warm you up." When she got to the leg of my boxers she just pushed it up until my whole leg was exposed. She poured more oil and rubbed it on the upper part of my inner leg.

"Coach said to ice it," I said.

"That's the right thing to do, but you need to take breaks with it." She began massaging in earnest, adding some pressure and working my muscles."

"Tell me if I hurt you," she said.

"Okay, but..."

"But what?"

The massage actually felt pretty good, and I knew she'd stop if I told her, but I told her anyway.

"It's actually higher than you're rubbing."

Her hand stopped and she looked at me.

"Not a problem," she said. She poured a little more oil and then her hand went up the leg of my boxers, right into my groin. I groaned as her fingers pushed into my crotch and the back of her hand made contact with my balls.

"Kait..."

"Shhh."

I looked down at her as she worked her fingers deep into my leg muscles, her hand making constant contact with my balls. Her nipples were trying hard to poke right through the fabric of her tank top. I could even make out the slight swelling of her areolae. She was aroused.

Meanwhile, my cock was throbbing and tenting my boxers.

"Kait..."

"Does it feel good?"

"Yes, but..."

"No 'buts'. Just relax and enjoy. Oh, my." She was staring at the tent. "I see you're already enjoying it."

"Shit, Kait."

She smiled. "Don't worry about it. It's natural. I know I'm touching a sensitive area for you. But you need this."

"It's embarrassing."

She stopped her massage but didn't move her hand from my balls.

"Don't be embarrassed. You're a healthy male and this just means that everything's working as it should be."

"But you're my sister."

That made her lean back away from me.

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"Do you love me?" she said.

"Of course."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yeah, but..."

"I love you and trust you, too. Look Mike, I'm going to tell you something in confidence, okay? You can't tell anyone else. This morning when you noticed my... wet spot..."

"Yeah?"

She took a deep breath. "It was because I was horny."

I stared at her. "Okay," I said.

"Mike... I was aroused... by you. What you did out there, just picking that guy up like he was nothing, your muscles all bulging and straining, and then pinning him to the ground for the win... it did something to me. Maybe because I saw you naked and hard this morning, and saw you..."

"Let's not talk about that," I said.

"Let's do talk about it," she said. "Do you think I'm pretty, Mike?"

"Yes."

"Say it."

"You're gorgeous, Kait."

She grinned. "And do you think I'm sexy?"

"I try not to think of you that way, Kait."

"Does that mean that sometimes you do think about me that way?"

I took a deep breath. "Yeah. Sometimes I do."

Her grin widened. "Yeah, I've seen the way you look at me. Mostly at my tits." She reached down and before I realized what was happening she had pulled the tank top over her head and tossed it onto the floor. My mouth hung open as, for the first time ever, her beautiful naked breasts were on display in front of me. Then she stood up and faced away from me and wriggled out of her boxers, showing me her fine, tight ass. Then she turned towards me again and I couldn't help but stare at her lovely little hairless mound.

"Taa-daa!" she said.

"Kaitlyn!" I said.

"Seems only fair after I saw you naked this morning," she said, and climbed back onto the bed. She poured more oil onto her hand and went back up into my groin, but this time every once in a while instead of just rubbing one of my balls with the back of her hand as she massaged the top of my leg, she alternated between doing that and rubbing the palm of her hand over my entire ball sack. It felt wonderful.

"Kait," I groaned.

"Just enjoy," she said, and moved her hand so that her palm rubbed across the base of my cock.

"Oh, God," I groaned.

"Tight fit," she said, removing her hand. Then she shocked me by reaching into the fly of my boxers and fishing out my hard cock.

"Woah - nice," she said as she stroked it from base to tip. "You have a really nice cock, Mike."

It felt amazing and while I didn't want her to stop, she was my sister.

"Kait, think about this."

"I have been thinking about this," she said as she poured more oil. "All morning." When she started smearing the baby oil onto my erection, it felt so fucking good that I stopped worrying about the fact that I was her brother. She jacked me slowly, using a twisting motion when she approached the head of my cock on the upstroke. Jesus, she was good at this. It felt a thousand times better than when I did it myself.

She was staring at her hand moving up and down on my cock. "God, this is making me so horny," she said. "Lift up your butt."

I did, and she pulled down my boxers, taking care to gently pull my penis back through the fly so it wouldn't bend the wrong way. She wiped the oil off my cock with them, then tossed them onto the floor with her own clothes and looked at me.

"How do you feel about what I'm doing, Mike?"

I couldn't help staring at her tits while I answered. "I'm conflicted, Kate."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"God, no."

She grinned. "Good." Then she bent down and sucked my cock into her mouth.

"Fuck, Kait," I groaned as I watched and felt what she was doing. I'd never even had a girl touch my naked cock, much less with her mouth. It felt warm and wet and when she sucked until her cheeks hollowed it felt tight as she bobbed up and down on me. And she was doing things with her tongue - wonderful things just under the head of my cock. One hand was busy jacking the part of me that wasn't in her mouth while the other played with my balls. Her tits jiggled to the rhythm of her movements. It was hypnotizing.

"Kate... can I touch your breasts?"

She pulled off of me just long enough to say, "Of course," then sucked me back in. I reached down with both hands and palmed her lovely little tits then squeezed them both gently, making her moan. I rubbed both of her nipples between thumb and forefinger, and she shivered.

The combination of what she was doing and the excitement of touching a girl's body this way had me on the edge.

"Kait, careful, I'm gonna cum."

"Mmmhmm," she said, and increased her speed and the power of her sucking. The hand that had been playing with my balls moved under my butt and I felt a finger start playing with my asshole. It was too much.

"GAAAAH!!" I screamed, and erupted into Kait's mouth. She pulled back so that just the head of my cock was in her mouth, and I knew I was spurting directly onto her tongue. My orgasm seemed to extend from her finger on my asshole through my body and balls to the tip of my cock, and upwards into my chest. I saw spots and my lips were numb. I was vaguely aware of Kait moaning and swallowing. I realized that I was squeezing her tits very tightly and let go, and collapsed onto my back.

Kait softened her sucking as the last dribbles of my cum trickled into her mouth and I became too sensitive. She used her thumb to run along the bottom of my cock, forcing the last little bit of semen onto her tongue, then sat up. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to show me a small wad of my jism, then sucked it back into her mouth and swirled it around before swallowing it and smacking her lips. She laid down on top of me, every bit of her front touching mine. My hands found her tight little ass, and squeezed. She was tiny and gorgeous and perfectly proportioned.

"That was fucking hot," I said.

"Yes it fucking was," she said, sighing.

"Why did you do it, Kait?"

She looked up at me. "I love you," she said. "And I told you that you made me horny this morning seeing you naked and hard and cumming. Hell, I get horny all the time seeing you parade your muscles around in your underwear, or a towel, or your tight little wrestling uniform. You know that girls can totally see your junk when you wear that thing, right?"

I blushed. The guys on the team were used to it; I'd never thought about anyone else looking there.

"Then when I watched you lift that guy like he was nothing, and later when I found out you were protecting my honor, I knew I was going to do this." She kissed me lightly on the lips, then kissed me again, a longer kiss. A lover's kiss. I felt her licking my lips, and when I opened my mouth to do the same, she pushed her tongue into my mouth and moaned. I felt myself getting hard again under her, and she rubbed herself against it.

"Mike, are you a virgin?"

I blushed and looked away. "Yes."

She lightly grabbed my chin and forced me to look at her. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Everybody's a virgin until they aren't anymore. It just means there's this one thing you haven't done yet." She rolled onto her side, exposing her luscious front to me, grabbed my hand, and led it down to her mons. She rubbed my finger into her slit, gasping a bit as it went into her far enough to feel the warmth and wetness.

"I want to be your first, Mike. If you'll have me."

I was boiling hot for her and apparently she was for me, too, and I had the strong sense that nobody was thinking clearly here.

"Kait, your my sister. We shouldn't be doing any of this at all. We certainly shouldn't make love."

"Don't you want to?"

"Yes, I absolutely want to, but it's wrong. It's incest."

"So? We love each other and we're hot for each other and we're both adults. Who cares what a bunch of people we don't know would think?"

"I'm pretty sure Mom and Dad would not approve," I said as I moved my hands up to play with her breasts. My actions weren't corresponding to my words, but I couldn't help it. I might never get another chance.

"I'm not planning on telling them," Kait said. "Are you?"

"No."

"Then fuck me, Mike. I love you and I want this. I want you. Please."

Shit, how could I resist? I loved her too, and she was beautiful and naked in my bed and begging me for it. I responded by slowly moving down her body and using my mouth on her breasts for the first time. I slowly licked circles around the areola of her right breast and she gasped and held my head to her breast as I sucked her nipple into my mouth. I repeated the action on the other breast as my hand kneaded the one my mouth had just left. She moaned, "Inside me Mike, now please."

"No," I said as I continued to work my way down her tummy and onto her mound. Her musky smell there was intoxicating. I spread her legs and lifted her butt and made one long, continuous lick starting from her asshole (which made her moan), over her perineum, and over and between her little outer lips. She shrieked when I reached her clitoris.

"You don't have to, Mike, but if you want to you'll have to go easy on my clit to start. It's very sensitive."

"I want to. You taste delicious. You'll have to teach me, though; I only know what I've seen on porn."

"Everything you did felt wonderful," she said. "Just start slow on my clit. I usually make little circles around it. You could do that with your tongue."

I tried it and was rewarded by moaning and wriggling and jerking hips. This was fun! I moved lower and inserted my tongue into her pussy as far as I could and wiggled it around.

"Lick my lips, then my clit," she said, breathing hard. I did so, repeatedly. Her clit was to the point where it would take direct light pressure now; touching it just made her moan.

I decided to change it up and moved lower and started rimming her asshole.

"Oh God, Mike, what are you doing to me? That's so nasty but it feels so good!"

I licked and kissed her rosebud and tried to push my tongue in, but she was too tight there. So back to her clit I went, but this time I pushed two fingers into her tight pussy and with the other hand I reached up and played with a nipple, all the while moving the flat of my tongue back and forth across her clitoris, occasionally using just the tip of my tongue to give it a little light lashing. Nipple, clit, pussy. Multitasking.

Her breathing grew ragged. "Oh, I'm gonna cum, Mike. You're making me cum. You're gonna make me..."

Her body tensed and she screamed, "MIKEEEEEEEYY!!" and she began thrashing around the bed, her legs doing their best to crush my skull and her hips pushing me upwards. I'm strong, but I was no match for her gymnast muscles when she was in this state.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" she chanted as her body convulsed. "In me, Mike, right now! Right now!!"

I got on my knees and pushed her legs apart and lined myself up with her pussy and pushed. She was hot and wet, but so tight that I had to move the head of my cock up and down against her hole to get it lubricated before I pushed again and finally sank the head of my cock inside her.

"Oh God, Mike, keep pushing in. It feels so good."

"Yeah, it sure fucking does, Sis," I said. That sentence sounded weird in my head but it wasn't enough to stop me now. I kept pushing and she kept thrashing until I was fully buried inside my beautiful sister. Her pussy was like a warm, wet vise around me. Her hands grabbed my ass to hold me still and we concentrated on our breathing until we were both a little calmer.

"Mike, I have a secret to tell you," she said.

"Yeah?"

"You're my first, too."

Out of nowhere, tears came to my eyes and splashed on her cheeks. She wiped them from my face and smiled at me.

"Why are you crying?"

"I don't know. It just came over me when you said that. Somehow, this is kind of perfect."

"Yeah, it is," she said.

"Kait, the hand job and the blow job... you seemed so expert at them..."

"I didn't say I was totally unexperienced," she said. "I just haven't had anybody inside me. And nobody's gone down on me. Which reminds me, by the way: you don't need any instruction for that. You're a natural."

I blushed. "Thanks," I said.

"What gave you the idea to lick my asshole?"

"I don't know. I've seen it on porn, and thought I'd try it. You seemed to like it."

"I loved it!"

"Then I'll do it again for you."

"Okay, but not right now. Right now I want you to fuck me, Mike. Fuck me and make love to me."

I kissed her hard and we stared into each other's eyes as I started moving inside her, and she moaned with pleasure.

"I love you Kait," I said.

"I love you too, Mike. Faster. Please, faster. Fuck me hard."

I propped myself up onto my hands and increased my speed until I was pounding into her and our skin was slapping together. I played with her tits and her eyes closed and she looked like she was concentrating on something.

"I'm going to cum again, Mike," she said. "I can feel it building. Keep going."

"I'm gonna cum, too," I said, slamming into her. "I'm gonna cum so hard."

"Cum inside me," she panted. "I'm safe. I want to feel..."

She broke off as her body tensed. She wailed with release and her pussy convulsed around me and her hot juices bathed my cock and it drove me over the edge.

"I'm cumming!" I said.

"Look at me," she said. "Look in my eyes! I want to watch as you cum."

I stared into my lovely sister's eyes as I buried myself into her and my body exploded into orgasm and I shot everything I had deep into her pussy. The extreme pleasure made me close my eyes and throw my head back to savor the feeling.

A little later, still buried in her, I kissed her and stroked her hair.

"I'm sorry I broke eye contact," I said.

"That's okay. I got to watch your 'O-face'. That's all I wanted."

"You came too, right Kait?"

She wrapped her arms around me. "Yeah, you made me cum, you big stud."

That made me feel good. And proud.

"How was your first time, Mike?"

"Amazing. Wonderful. Kinky. Loving. How was yours?"

"The same. Are you still worried about the fact that you're fucking your sister?"

My cock had been softening, but hearing "fucking your sister" brought new life to it. I rolled onto my back, rolling her on top of me. I started thrusting into her from below.

"Does that answer your question?" I said.

"Oh yeah, Bro; good answer." She leaned back and started bouncing on my cock, her perky little tits shaking to her rhythm. It felt great but after a while I felt like changing it up and being in charge again.

"Hands and knees, Sis," I said.

She raised off of me and complied. "Are you gonna do me doggie?"

"What do you think?" I said. I took up position behind her and sank my hard cock all the way in as she moaned contentedly.

"Do me, Mike. Do me hard. Give me all of your cock."

I grabbed her hips for leverage and started slamming into her from behind.

"Oh, yeah, Mikey, that's so good. You're so deep in me. I love this position!"

"Me, too, Sis."

I reached around and grabbed her perky little tits and continued to pound into her hard. My hard cock was coming almost all the way out of her pussy and slamming all the way back in every time. The bed was squeaking and our skin was slap-slap-slapping and Kait was yelling, "Fuck me, Mike! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!!"

And that's how Mom found us.

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sis

Fooled into Bed with My Sister
bypbbj©

This is my entry for the April Fool's contest. Hope you like it. All characters are over the age of 18. Feedback and comments are greatly appreciated.

***

There was very little traffic on the roads that Sunday morning, which was okay by me. I, my sister and her friend Melissa were on our way into the city proper.

They often invited me to their outings, though perhaps the fact that I had a car was partly responsible for that. I really did enjoy their company though. Melissa was a fun, not to mention attractive, girl and my sister and I had always gotten along well.

"Aren't we there yet?" Melissa called out from the backseat.

"What are you, a kid?" said my sister, looking back at her with a teasing smile.

"Just saying your brother could speed up a little bit. We won't have any time to look around."

"You can drive however fast you want to when it's your car and license, Melissa. Besides, the stores don't close in, like, four hours," I told her.

"Well, I need time to find the perfect outfit," she objected. "And so does Anna."

The purpose of the trip was to buy clothes for the annual April Fools party. A tradition among our friends.

"I don't care. You're the one who always takes the longest," my sister said absently, looking at her phone.

Melissa scoffed indignantly. "Sure, take your brother's side. I'm only your best friend."

Anna sighed at her friend's behavior and rolled her eyes at me.

"Fine," Melissa said, grabbing my shoulders from the seat behind me. "Maybe Sam and I can shop on our own. I was thinking of getting some new sexy lingerie..."

That got my sister's attention.

"Ugh, cut it out. Please? I'm sorry."

She ignored her plea. "Actually, you are a pretty good driver, Sam. Maybe I can sit in your lap on the way home, so you can teach me? I've always wanted to learn how to drive a stick," she teased, giggling at her own joke.

"Oh my god. Just stop," Anna begged, sounding annoyed.

Melissa giggled, reaching around to stroke my upper chest quickly before pulling away her hands. She always teased me like that. Or perhaps it was my sister she was teasing. It always seemed to get on Anna's nerves when she did that, and she always made sure to shut it down. Which was unfortunate.

"Just kidding," she promised, my sister still staring her down.

I just sighed at their behavior, and tried to focus on the road.

Melissa was shorter than me, though still an inch or two taller than my sister. She had brown hair and pretty decently sized breasts, which she showed off as often as she could. She had a bit of a wild streak too, though she wasn't that crazy once you got to know her. Many of my late night fantasies had revolved around her.

Anna wasn't bad looking either, I had to confess. My younger sister was blonde, blue eyed and lean. She had less than Melissa in the chest region, but an even better looking ass. Not that I looked. Cute, many still called her at the age of 20. She thankfully didn't show off her body as much as her friend. If she had been anyone but my sister she would most certainly have been my type.

Two hot girls who spent almost every other day with me, yet I was still single. I was probably doing something wrong.

**

We arrived at our destination. A few busy streets in the middle of the city, which held most of what it had to offer when it came to shopping.

I payed for parking, then walked over to where the two girls were waiting for me.

"I think I'll head out on my own. I've got a pretty good idea of what I need," I told them. "Meet up with you later?"

"Oh. Okay," my sister said. "Call us when you're done. We might need a third vote on a few things."

Anna smiled and waved at me before they left. Melissa blew me a kiss instead, causing them to get into a playful wrestling match, giggling as they fought.

I walked around by myself for a while. I didn't really have anything I needed to buy. I picked up a nice shirt either way, then spent most of my time walking around and looking at shoes, electronics and anything that piqued my interest.

I liked hanging out with the girls. However, experience told me it was better to let them finish the majority of their shopping on their own before getting involved. I sat down for a cup of coffee and relaxed for a while before deciding it was time to call them.

We met up at the store they were at. Women's clothes only, it seemed.

"Hey, Sam," Melissa greeted me, waving me over.

I circled and zigzagged through the blouses, bras and panties on display.

"Hey," I answered when I reached her. "You guys about done?"

"Mmm, pretty much," she said, cocking her head as if to consider whether that was actually true. "Your sister is still trying out some stuff here though."

She paused, and looked at me with a mischievous smile on her lips.

"What?" I asked.

"I was just thinking, maybe you could help? She was having trouble deciding."

"I guess," I conceded, willing to do anything to speed the process up.

"This way," she said, taking my hand and pulling me toward the dressing rooms.

We passed a few other shoppers on our way there. Mainly women, and the occasional bored husband. The dressing rooms were mostly unoccupied.

"Hey, you ready for me in there?" Melissa said, talking to one of the closed dbangs.

"Uh, yeah. Come in," my sister called back from inside.

Before I could say anything she pulled back the side of the dbang. I was pushed inside ahead of her and she followed behind me.

The room got pretty crowded with the three of us in there, but there was still enough space between us for me to get a good look at my sister. My mostly naked sister. No one had told me she was trying on underwear. Or lingerie, I should say. Sexy lingerie.

She looked... beautiful. Way better than I would have thought. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a knot, with a few curling locks still hanging down to her shoulders. The dark, lacy fabric of the panties left little to the imagination and the bra put her breasts delightfully on display. When had my little sister gotten so hot?

The shriek pulled me out of my stunned admiration of her.

"Aaah! What the hell?!" she shouted, covering up herself with her arms. It didn't work very well.

Melissa giggled behind me, obviously amused.

"I, uh..." I tried, failing to explain myself.

"Get out!" she yelled.

Oh, right, I thought, as if it hadn't been the most obvious solution in the world.

I stepped outside, with Melissa laughing behind me. A middle aged lady gave me a funny look as I stood there, unsure what I should do.

"I'm sorry..." I said, carefully not looking back. "I didn't know, Sis."

Anna sighed from inside, loud enough to be heard over Melissa's lingering laughter. "Yeah. I figured."

A muffled thud was heard from inside, followed by Melissa's voice. "Ow! Oh, come on. That was funny. You said you needed advice, didn't you? Well... I got you a guy's perspective."

"Ugh, you're such an asshole sometimes..." Anna responded.

"But you still love me," she stated.

Anna grunted in frustration, but didn't disagree with her.

"So? Aren't you going to ask him what he thought? The damage is already done, after all," Melissa urged her. "I know you care what he thinks."

"Oh, shut up already..." Anna responded. She paused, seeming to consider it, which surprised me.

"Hey, Sam? What did you think? Be honest," Melissa said to me.

"Uh... really?" I said.

"Well... you might as well," my sister conceded.

"I didn't get a very good look, honestly," I lied. "I don't know."

"Then... I guess you could take another look," she said, in a low voice.

"Wait, what?" I blurted out.

"I mean... you've already seen me, and I really do need a guy's advice," she said, her voice pleading.

"Come on, it's only your sister," Melissa urged, sounding way too happy about it.

I looked around, making sure there was no one nearby. I couldn't help imagining someone listening in on our conversation though. Listening and judging.

I suppose I've seen her in bathing suits before. This won't be much different. Not that much.

I sighed, steeled myself and ducked inside once again.

I suppose I could have just told them she looked good. I did have time to see that much at least. But for some reason I didn't say that. Perhaps I did want a second look.

"Well?" she asked.

Anna looked amazing. Short and lean, but with curves in all the right places. Her round breasts and smooth, pale skin looked enticing in the black panties and bra she wore. I was coming to realize I would have to reevaluate my opinion of my little sister. She'd grown up to become one of the sexiest girls I'd ever laid eyes on. Why was she so shy, with a body like that?

She held her arms stiffly to the sides, looking more than a little embarrassed at being ogled by her older brother. Still, she had been the one to suggest it.

"You gonna stare all day, or do you have an opinion?" Melissa asked, a bit too smugly.

"You guys asked me to look. So I'm looking," I countered.

I already knew all I needed to know. She could get any guy to start drooling if she came before him in that. For a moment I forgot she was my sister and saw only the sexy blonde girl in front of me.

"Maybe... turn around," I suggested, milking the moment for all it was worth.

"Turn around?" Anna asked, sounding uncertain.

"Yeah."

She looked like she was going to object at first, but then she obediently spun around for me. She did have a very nice ass. Too nice. I was beginning to realize I probably shouldn't be looking at my little sister in that way.

"It's great... I mean, you look great in it, Anna," I assured, feeling a bit guilty.

"Looks like he means it," Melissa teased, pushing up against my side playfully.

"Thanks," Anna mumbled. "I appreciate it, Bro."

I left again, before things could get more awkward, to let her change into some clothes.

Afterward, she rewarded me with a cheerful embrace, fully dressed once again. It didn't seem to bother her that I'd pretty much seen her naked. In fact, the whole trip home my sister was smiling and being more affectionate than usual toward me. Perhaps getting a compliment, even from her older brother, meant that much to her. Whatever the reason; if it made her happy, it made me happy.

**

The day of the party, April first, was also a day for pranks. Particularly in our family. We were pretty hardcore about it.

The day started with Mom serving us orange juice for breakfast, with a thick layer of toothpaste on the bottom. The taste was... interesting. Dad did a whole thing about the car, switching it with a friend's similar one. Luckily he left my car alone.

My sister and I pulled some of our usual pranks. Nothing too extreme. All in all, it was a pretty tame April Fools' Day, by our standards.

We showed up at Melissa's house early, to help out with preparations.

"Hey guys," she greeted at the door, enthusiastically hugging both of us. "Wow, you guys look hot tonight."

Anna wore a light blue dress that ended just above her knees and was partly open in the back. I had to agree with Melissa's assessment. She did look hot. I wondered if she was wearing the black lingerie underneath.

Melissa herself wore a black dress, different in style to Anna's. It hugged the form of her body tightly all the way down to where it ended, a bit higher than Anna's, and it displayed a fair bit of cleavage.

I wore khakis and a nice gray shirt, rolled up to my sleeves.

"So, what can we help with?" I asked after hanging my jacket on the coat rack. "Anything that needs to be set up?"

"Yeah, a bunch of stuff," Melissa said, then paused to look at us suspiciously.

"What?" Anna asked.

"You're not going to prank me, are you?" she asked, eyeing us suspiciously.

I sighed. "No. We promised we're not doing that any more. Not since last year."

"You better not," she said. She gestured widely, spreading her arms. "This house is a prank-free zone, got it?"

"Come on, Melissa. We promised," Anna assured her, looking sympathetic. "We didn't think you'd take it so seriously."

"I put that shit all over Facebook. Do you know how long it took to get people to stop asking about my modeling career?" She grimaced, no doubt remembering the humiliation.

"...sorry," Anna mumbled.

"Bah! Forget it. I'll get you back some day. You won't see it coming," she announced, holding up a finger for emphasis.

"We'll look forward to it," I assured her. Smiling and patting her shoulder as I passed. My sister and I were April Fools veterans after all. No one in our family trusted anyone on that particular day.

"Where do we start?" I asked.

"Mmm... Anna, you handle snacks and Sam, come with me." She turned around and grinned mischievously towards me. "I need a strong man to move the furniture. I'll point, you lift."

I worked under Melissa's supervision, following her directions. Tables had to be moved and more chairs had to be carried down from upstairs. Melissa helped by complimenting me on my physique and excellent carrying technique.

We placed snacks and drinks in their assigned places around the rooms and checked that the sound system worked. We finished well before the first guest arrived.

**

The party was a success. No one got especially drunk. It was in the middle of the week after all and quite a few people had to stay sober for the drive home. The April Fools parties had never been about getting drunk in the first place anyway. More about hanging around with friends, which I did.

I spent most of my time chatting with people, some that I'd never met before. It was a good way of keeping track what was going on in the lives of our extended circle of friends.

I was catching up with Matt and Rick, two friends back from high college, when I noticed Anna sitting by herself on the couch by the door. I was sure she hadn't been there a moment ago, but my brotherly instincts still worried over why she was sitting by herself.

I excused myself, promising that we would meet and catch up more some day soon before I left the guys and walked over to my sister.

"Hey," I said, sitting down in the middle of the beige couch, next to Anna.

"Hi," she replied, returning my friendly smile. "Having a good time?"

"Yeah, sure. Just been talking with some people, hanging around. You?"

"Mmm... same," she answered, scooting up to me and resting her head against my shoulder. Her hands wrapped around my upper arm.

"Then what's the problem?" I asked.

"What? There's no problem," she said, in a tone of voice that indicated there was.

"You're my sister, Anna. I can tell."

She sighed and sat up straight again. "Meh, it's nothing. It's just all these new couples. Did you hear Maria is together with Brad now? And Jessica is pregnant. At our age!"

"And you don't even have a boyfriend?" I guessed.

"Something like that... Don't get me wrong. I don't want to be Jessica. I just want to..." she unhooked her arms from mine and cleared her throat, "experience stuff I've been wanting to do for a while now. Before even more stuff gets in the way," Her voice got lower as she spoke, as if she wasn't certain how to put it.

"You know you can tell me anything, Anna," I assured her, "but spare me the details, please."

She hit me. "I didn't mean anything like that! God, you're such a perv."

Her face looked a little flushed, even in the dim light of the room. I burst into laughter, unable to hold it back, which only seemed to offend her more.

"But seriously, Sis. If it's a boyfriend you want that shouldn't be a problem. I swear I spotted, like, three different guys checking you out before I went over here," I said, speaking truthfully.

If I hadn't sat down when I did, someone else would have taken my spot before long. It was part of the reason I joined her, to be honest. Even though I'd come to terms with the fact that she would date and have sex, part of me still wanted to protect her from that.

"It's not any guy. It's a guy. If you must know," she said, looking down on her hands in her lap.

"Oh." I wasn't sure what to say to that. "Well, that's... harder, I suppose."

"More than you know," she mumbled.

I looked at her for a moment before bringing her in for a spontaneous sideways hug.

"Hey, you're amazing and beautiful, little sis. If he can't see that then he's a fool, whoever he is."

That seemed to help. Anna looked up at me with a grin and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek.

"Thanks," she said, sounding happier already.

At that moment Melissa showed up, throwing herself into the seat next to me with a thud.

"Hello lovebirds," she chirped.

I realized it probably did look a bit intimate, for any that didn't know us, and released my hold of my sister.

"There you are," Anna said, sounding exasperated.

"Here I am," Melissa agreed, nodding her head sagely.

"I was looking for you. There's no one fun to hang out with here, and everyone keeps hitting on me," Anna complained.

So, I'd been right. She was getting a lot of attention.

"Oh, I know. It's the curse of us hot, single ladies. A terrible fate. That's why I came looking for your brother."

"Sam? Why?" Anna asked.

"Well, I was thinking he could act as my boyfriend for the night, to deter all the losers." She leaned in, grabbing my shoulder with one hand and my thigh with the other. "It doesn't have to be just for tonight though," she spoke into my ear in a sultry voice.

"Cut it out," Anna said, also putting her hand on my thigh. She planted the other hand on my chest, pushing me further back into the cushions. "And what about me?" she asked.

"You?" Melissa asked, cocking her head. "Well, it's an interesting idea, but I think it might look weird if you were making out with your brother."

She leaned in further and whispered conspiratorially, "Too many people know you in here. They might start to talk."

I could feel my cheeks get warmer. Melissa really was a bit too brazen sometimes. I could tell Anna was getting embarrassed as well.

"T-That's not what I meant, and you know it!" she said, hand still on my inner thigh.

"I'm kidding. Of course we can all hang out together. But seriously, when was the last time you got laid, Anna?"

"When was the last time you didn't?" she countered.

"Ouch," Melissa said, though she didn't look very bothered by the comment.

It was an odd, though not completely unpleasant, experience to have both girls hanging on to me and arguing. It must have looked, to an outside observer, as if they were fighting over me.

"I didn't mean to be rude," Melissa apologized. "I was actually thinking, if you want, I could guarantee that you'll get laid tonight."

Melissa smiled mischievously and must have hinted at something to my sister, since she immediately turned red in the face and let go of me.

"Y-You wanna, uh... help me with that?" she asked quietly.

"Of course. I had fun helping you last time," Melissa assured, a knowing look in her eyes.

I felt out of place. Like I was intruding. I didn't really want to know which guy Melissa thought she could set my sister up with either. The less I knew the better, as far as I was concerned.

"Um, right. I'll leave you girls to it," I said, standing up.

"You really don't have to leave," Melissa said, looking up at me.

"No. I've got to go talk to some people. You and Anna can stay."

"Come find me later," Melissa called after me as I walked away.

**

I avoided the two girls the for the rest of the party. Luckily, I didn't have to watch Anna suck faces with some dude, as she hung out with Melissa for the rest of the evening. She had never been the kind of girl to do that sort of thing

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Near the end of the evening, as people were starting to leave, I stood in the kitchen talking to Matt and Rick once again. Us three, and some girl who was barely paying attention, were discussing basketball when Melissa came up to me.

"No way, man. Mudiay is definitely the first pick," Rick assured us, gesturing wildly.

"If you say so, I just think-"

"Hey, Sam," Melissa said, interrupting me. She wrapped her arms around my waist from behind, her globes mashing up against my back.

"Oh. Hi," I answered, wriggling out of her grip so I could turn around.

"Come here," she insisted, pulling me away from the discussion.

She dragged me off into the other room, which had been abandoned as people left.

"So, what's up?" I asked.

"Nothing. I just wanted to hang out. How did you like the party? Did I do a good job?" she asked, standing close to me.

"Yeah... it was great. Um, good job," I mumbled.

She did stand very close, and looked like she was pushing out her chest as she looked up at me with a grin on her face. Her breasts, in that tightly fitting black dress and with that amount of cleavage, were very distracting.

"Um, where's Anna?" I asked.

"Asleep," she answered without missing a beat. "She was exhausted, the poor thing. You are staying over, right?"

"That's the plan," I said carefully, sensing she was up to something.

"Good. Then since you're sleeping here... I'd like it if you slept with me," she said, biting her lip expectantly.

I stared at her for a few seconds. I'd certainly like to, if she really meant it.

"Are you serious?" I asked, conditioned to expect her to be teasing.

"Yes," she answered immediately, nodding. "I know guys are supposed to be bad at taking hints, but I don't think I can be any clearer than that," she said, grinning wider.

"Uh, that's extremely forward of you-"

Melissa interrupted me, reaching up and pulling my face down to kiss me. She was good at it too. She latched on to me, wrapping one leg around mine and pushing her body hard up against me.

I could hardly believe it, but wasn't about to question it. I grabbed her, pushing her back against the wall. She moaned into my mouth as I returned her affection, my hands roaming over her body.

She pulled back, smiling at me.

"You're not a bad kisser," she complimented. "I've always wanted to do that."

"Then why haven't you?" I asked. "I always assumed you just liked messing with me."

She held on to me, keeping her tits mashed against my chest.

"Well, your sister is my closest friend... You must have noticed how she gets about you?"

"I guess..." I answered. She had a point.

"But she's not here right now," Melissa purred.

She leaned in for another long, wet kiss.

"Meet me later," she whispered. "In my room. After everyone has left."

Melissa looked at me with a mischievous smile. "I'll be waiting for you in my bed. Just sneak in, and leave the lights off."

"Um, alright."

She winked at me and walked away, leaving me stunned but excited.

**

When the house had gone quiet and everyone seemed to have left I walked upstairs to Melissa's room. She had disappeared before the last guests left, and I had taken it upon myself to see them off instead.

Anna was nowhere to be seen, so I assumed she was already asleep. Which left just me and Melissa.

I had been fantasizing about her for years, on and off. Still, it felt weird walking up the stairs, slowly getting closer to her room, and presumably sex with her. I guess I'd always been aware that my sister stood in the way of any relationship between me and her. How would she react if she found out?

We were both adults now, though. It didn't seem reasonable that I would allow my sister to dictate my love life. Those thoughts in mind, I walked up to the door.

Surprise me a note said, taped to the white wood of the door.

Surprise her? I supposed I can do that, I thought.

It was pitch black in there.

After a moments thought, I decided to close the door behind me either way. With any luck we'd be making a lot of noise before long.

I carefully stalked over to where I knew her bed would be. I could see the dark outline of Melissa, laying on the bed. She wasn't speaking. Hopefully she wasn't asleep.

She did say to surprise her, I thought.

I carefully climbed up on the bed and leaned over her, grabbing her side as I located her lips with mine. It seemed she was only wearing panties and a bra.

She let out a short squeak at the contact, which was silenced as I was able to kiss her properly. At first she seemed hesitant, and pulled away from me for just a moment. I was way to into it to be dissuaded so easily however, and I pulled close once again. I brought my other hand up to her cheek, stroking it lightly while keeping my face as close to hers.

She finally responded to my touch, leaning up just a hair to meet my lips once again. Perhaps she really had been asleep. She was awake now however. Very much so. Her hands took hold of my head, pulling it down upon her as she slipped in some tongue, letting it whirl around in my mouth as we kissed.

For a long time we only did that. Kissing wildly while my hands roamed her sexy body, feeling her breasts, ass and naked skin. She responded with passionate fervor, snaking her legs around mine and moaning with pleasure into my mouth.

After a while she groaned, pushed me back off her just a few inches and started fumbling with the buttons of my shirt. I let her work on it, while trying to make out her face in the darkness. I wasn't quite able to. I was pretty sure she ripped some of the buttons off while removing the shirt, though I didn't care much at the moment. It got the job done.

As soon as she got the shirt off her hands found my naked chest. She stroked my stomach and pecs with an appreciative moan, then pulled me down on top of her once again. I kissed her neck, and moved down toward her breasts. Her bra, unfortunately, was in the way.

She realized, and seemed to fumble to unlatch the thing for a moment. With a little help from me, she got it off and threw it off the bed.

Her moans intensified as my mouth met her nipples. It was incredibly hot, to finally be able to suck and lick her amazing breasts. They seemed smaller than I had thought they would be, in the darkness of the room. Not that it mattered. At that moment, they were perfect.

I licked, massaged and worshiped her tits, leaving her nipples hard and coated in a layer of saliva. Melissa breathed heavily above me, stroking my head encouragingly.

I was very hard, and eager to release the tension that was building up in my cock. Still, I knew that the first impression was vital, and I was determined to leave a good one.

Slowly, I moved down along her body, kissing and licking as I went. I could feel her shiver as I passed her sexy, flat stomach, getting closer to my destination. I got off the bed and sat down with my knees on the floor before reaching out and pulling her closer to me.

She had on a thin, lacy pair of darkly colored panties. Her heavy breathing filled the room as I bit into the top of it and pulled it down with my teeth, eager to get to what was underneath.

"Oh god," she whispered silently, between breaths. Her voice was excited, sounding lighter than usual.

I kissed the sides of her thighs and touched her pussy cautiously with my fingers, feeling its wet swollen form. Melissa whimpered in pleasure as I found her opening with my fingers and pushed inside.

My mouth followed shortly, licking up and down the valley between the lips of her pussy. I groaned as I made contact. The taste of it was intoxicating. She tasted just good as I'd imagined. If I had to describe it, I'd say it was a fresh, sexy and somehow familiar taste.

I ate her out with a hungry ferocity, her sexy moans encouraging me as my fingers and mouth pleasured her.

Right then, the lights came on.

"April Fo-ah?" Melissa called out, only to stop herself short. "Oh, shit."

Melissa? But...

I stopped what I was doing, suddenly confused.

I heard a loud squeak from ahead of me. Looking up, past the drenched pussy in front of me, I saw Anna. My sister.

Our eyes met in a moment of shared confusion and panic before I jumped back, falling onto my back on the floor.

"Holy shit," Melissa exclaimed. "Holy fucking shit."

"What the fuck?" I contributed.

"S-Sam?" Anna asked at the same time. She was sitting on the edge of the bed now, covering her sex with one hand and holding the other over her breasts. Her face was beet red.

"You guys were only supposed to kiss, or... or something. Not... that," Melissa said, one hand over her mouth. She looked shocked.

Anna watched us both with stunned disbelief.

"What do you mean, supposed?" I asked, standing up. "You did this? You set us up?"

"It was supposed to be funny," she said in a panicked voice. "I didn't expect you to go straight for, uh, you know..."

She looked to Anna and back to me. "How the hell did you guys not notice anyway?"

She had a point. I should have noticed, even in the dark, that it wasn't Melissa. Holy fuck, I thought. I ate out my own fucking sister!

A few, extremely awkward, seconds passed as we let what had happened sink in.

"Fuck..." I said, breaking the silence, not knowing what else I could say.

"Sorry," Melissa mumbled, looking extremely apologetic.

"I... need to get home," I said, walking out of the room. What else could I do? I needed time to process, on my own.

"W-Wait," Anna called out to me from the room. A few moments later, she met me in the hall carrying most her clothing with her in a bundle.

I didn't object. It wasn't like she had any other way to get home, after all.

We left without saying goodbye. Without saying anything, really.

The ride home wasn't any better. I tried to concentrate on the road as Anna put on as much of the clothing as she could manage in the seat beside me.

Perhaps I should have said something. But what could I say? Sorry, I thought I was about to fuck your friend, not you? Or Whoops, I guess I ate out my little sister. My bad?

We managed to get home, and into our separate rooms, without so much as looking at each other. Sleep came with great difficulty.

**

Being around Anna got awkward after that. I tried avoiding her, but couldn't do so forever. After almost two days of avoiding each other I manned up and decided I needed to talk to her.

"Anna?" I called out, knocking on her door.

A few seconds went by before she answered.

"Come in," she called back.

She sat on her bed, wearing dark pants and a white blouse. Our eyes met for a moment before she looked away, hands held together in her lap. Her blonde hair framed her beautiful, uncertain face.

"We need to talk," I said.

"I know..." she answered, sighing. "I guess we have to."

"Look," I started. "It was a misunderstanding. Neither of us can be blamed for what we did, but I still get it if you feel disgusted by me or resent me for what happened."

Anna looked up at me with a sudden movement.

"I-I don't feel that way. I don't resent you at all. If anything, you should be disgusted by me," she exclaimed, grimacing at the last part.

"No, Sis. I'm definitely not disgusted by you," I assured her. "Let's just... put it behind us. I'm kind of missing spending time with my little sister."

"I miss it too," she admitted. "These last few days have been horrible."

I smiled at her, and she returned my smile.

I couldn't help but see the absurdity of the situation, and let out a relieved laugh. Anna joined me in my fit of laughter, and before long things felt like normal again.

"Thanks, Bro," Anna said, moving over to hug me tightly, resting her head on my shoulder while I held her toward me.

I did feel a spark of attraction as I held on to her though, a feeling that I desperately tried to ignore.

I released her, and stood up to leave.

"Sam?" Anna asked, stopping me.

"Yeah?" I turned around to face her. She was picking at her nails, an uncertain look on her face.

"Was I... was it good? T-The kissing, I mean," she quickly added, face turning scarlet.

That certainly caught me off guard.

"Good? Why would you ask that?" I wondered, not sure why she would bring that up again. It clearly made her embarrassed.

"It's just... I wanted to know how I compare to other girls. If I'm any good," she said in a low voice. "Sorry. Forget it. I shouldn't have asked."

I considered leaving, but she really did look as if she wanted the answer. Was she that uncertain of herself?

"No, it's okay. It was..." I tried to think of the right way to describe it. Amazing, sexy and fucking hot all seemed terribly inappropriate, however. "...good. It was good."

"Really?" she asked, looking up at me with pleading blue eyes that were begging for confirmation.

"Yes. You were pretty great at it, to be honest," I admitted.

Her face turned an even deeper shade of red, but she smiled. It was good to see her happy.

"Thanks. I just wanted to know."

"No problem," I said, leaving her to her thoughts.

Everything didn't quite get back to normal. Things were still awkward between us, but they were better. A day later we decided it was time to patch things up with Melissa. The coming Friday, when her parents would be away again, we decided to meet up and watch a movie at her house.

Part of me wondered if her words had all been part of the prank, or if Melissa had meant some of the things she said.

Part of me wished she'd never interrupted my sister and me.

Part of me hated myself for feeling that way.

**

We left for Melissa's late in the evening. We had already picked out a movie to watch and Melissa had popcorn ready for us. I suppose we all figured it was a good way to avoid talking too much.

We parked on their driveway and walked up to the front door. Melissa opened it before I could knock.

"Hi guys," she said, making an obvious effort to act normally.

She wore a bulky gray sweater, which was unusual for her. It still didn't succeed in hiding her impressive bosom.

"Hey," Anna replied.

"Hey," I echoed. "You, uh, doing well?"

"Yeah. Fine," she answered.

We made some small talk before moving to the living room. I sat down in the couch and Anna took one of the armchairs.

The tension between us was palpable. For the whole duration of the movie, no one spoke. It was a comedy, which helped to relieve some the tension. By the end of the movie, we were talking like we normally did, discussing the plot and characters, which were both subpar.

"So... we're fine?" Melissa asked suddenly, voice pleading and unsure.

No one said anything for a while. Anna sat with her hands on her knees, looking at the floor.

"Um, well..." I said, coughing to clear my throat. "That was a bit too much for an April Fools prank."

I turned to face Melissa, who looked intensely ashamed.

"I-I didn't mean for that to happened..." she said defensively. "I was just trying to get you guys back for last year."

"Well, you certainly did," I said, half jokingly. By the look on Melissa's face, that wasn't helping her feel better.

"Isn't there anything I can do?" she asked. "I'll do anything. I just... want us to be friends again."

"I don't know..." I said, looking over toward Anna. She returned my helpless gaze. "It feels a bit awkward between the three of us now and I'm not sure how to fix that."

Again, a heavy silence fell between us, no one offering any answers to the problem.

After a few awkward moments Anna took a deep breath and spoke up. "What if we embarrass you too? You know, to make us even?"

"What?" Melissa asked carefully. "How?"

"I don't know... Take off your clothes?" she suggested.

Both Melissa and I were taken aback by my sister's sudden suggestion.

"It's the only way to make it even. You need to be embarrassed as well," Anna spoke with growing conviction showing in her voice.

"I... Um, okay..." Melissa agreed. "I'll do it."

It was a strange idea, but I supposed my sister's logic made sense, in an odd way.

Melissa stood up and looked like she was going to strip on the spot at first, but then seemed to hesitate.

"Do I just... do it here?" she asked.

Anna considered the question, apparently the one in charge at the moment. "No. Your room, I think. On the bed."

Melissa seemed to accept this and left for her room without a word.

"What are you doing?" I asked Anna, after Melissa was out of sight.

"Making us even. She's always messing with us anyway," she explained. "If you're okay with this?"

She waited for my answer, looking like she needed me to support her crazy idea. I sighed, nodding my head.

"Okay, fine."

Anna nodded back to me and we walked together into Melissa's room.

She was already down to her dark blue underwear. I wasn't sure Anna realized how much I appreciated the situation we were in. Melissa looked beautiful.

"Here goes nothing," she muttered, unlatching the bra.

We watched in silence as Melissa unveiled her breasts, holding her hand in front of them for a moment before taking a deep breath and displaying them freely. She bent over and slid her panties down, her breasts staying surprisingly firm as she did. The whole thing turned into something of a striptease.

"Like what you see?" she teased, looking in my direction.

I glanced in Anna's direction, who was looking daggers at me. I wasn't sure why she was upset. It had been her idea. To be safe, I didn't say anything.

Melissa giggled, which didn't seem to help Anna's mood.

"Good," Anna said, her voice firmly in control. "Now lay on the bed. I'll be right back."

She left us alone in the room for a minute or two, though it might as well have been hours. Melissa lay silently on the bed, while I stood watching, trying to adjust my pants to make my excitement less obvious.

Anna came back into the room, throwing me a silvery roll.

"Here," she said. "Use this."

"Uh, this is tape," I noted.

"Yes. Silver tape. Tie her hands up." She pointed at the metal bars at the head of the bed, holding a pair of scissors in her other hand.

"Wait, what?" Melissa said.

"We need to punish you somehow," Anna explained, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Now lay still."

I did as she said, sitting down on one side of the bed and tying Melissa's left hand to one of the metal bars. After I was done Anna took the tape and scissors, sitting on the other side of her naked friend.

"Sooo... what are you guys planning to do exactly?" Melissa asked, not sounding very bothered by the possibilities her situation presented.

"Not anything like that, if that's what you're thinking," Anna said, finishing up on her side.

"I was thinking we might leave you like this, see what your parents think," she explained. "Maybe leave some lotion and the dildo I know you're hiding in here out for them to find."

Melissa's eyes went wide. "What?! No, wait," she begged. "You can't!"

"Is it really worse than what you did to us?" Anna asked.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean for it to go that far," she said, a note of panic in her voice.

Anna sighed. Looking at my sister I could tell she wasn't serious. It seemed very likely that she just wanted to scare her a little.

"Fine," she said, dropping the bad-cop routine.

"I really am sorry," Melissa continued. "I figured you'd notice right away. I didn't know he would go straight to eating you out."

"It's fine, rea-"

"I really thought you'd notice it was a guy right away. You know I like making out a bit before the big event, right?" she rambled.