NINE MEMORABLE DAYS

(1st, MF-Mf-mF-mf-mult, con, inc, het-bi-group, exhib)

Sexual Freedom Charter

Liberal dress code allows public nudity and sexual contact from age 13.

Sexual contact permitted within family unit with no pregnancies allowed.

Pill and injection freely available to safeguard against pregnancy and STD's no longer a problem.

Public sexual behaviour is allowed depending on the venue, available privacy and its customers. Public allowed to ask participants to refrain from any public sexual activity.

Liberal world-wide censorship laws now allow the making of and general release of non-violent erotica with a new R-certificate which has a 13+ rating.

Hollywood studios involved in the making of non-violent erotica with the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences adding new categories on Academy Award night for non-violent erotica.

Part one - Day One - Friday

Chapter 1: Justin - An Introduction

I'm Justin Robertson and my life is B.O.R.I.N.G boring. Mostly I suspect that's my fault, but I'll get to that in a minute.

I'm 17-years-old and live I with my parents, as of course do most 17-year-olds. My father - Louis - is a 36-year-old jovial giant with dark hair, while my mother Mary is a good-looking 34-year-old brunette with a stunning 36C-23-36 figure. I know that because I went with mum to a dress fitting one Saturday morning, a chore you can just bet I wasn't happy with. Not that with my life I had very much else to do, but I'll get to that in a minute as well.

As for me, well that's a rather more distressing tale. I'm big boned with a poor metabolism. Which, of course, means that my unfortunate diet of McDonalds, KFC, Burger King, Pizza Hut and fish and chips adheres to these bones very easily. But I am at least doing something about it. In fact I'm in the middle of a concentrated exercise regimen with an accompanying diet that over the last six months has taken my weight from a decidedly unhealthy 112 kilograms (248 pounds) to a fairly healthy, but still far from satisfactory, 92 kilograms (203 pounds).

I have thick curly black hair and clear, and evenly tanned skin along with, or so my mother says, handsome, and slightly boyish, good looks. But what would she know? I mean mothers have to be just a little biased don't they?

Well now that you've been introduced to my parents and have got to know a little about a fat boy like me what about the rest? What about the stuff I hinted at before? Well I don't have a girlfriend and I'm painfully shy, mainly because up until recently I'd been that fat boy with, of course, a personality to match.

Every girl I ever asked out, and believe me when I tell you that it took some courage to pop that question, said no, and if they didn't laugh themselves silly then the expressions of disgust and abject horror that someone like me would even have the cheek to ask were like a slap in the face.

Oh there were other boys in my class with physiques similar to mine, or even worse, and they hadn't even made an attempt to do anything about it. But of course they had none of my problems with girls because they had larger than life personalities that immediately made the girls forget about their appearance.

Not that you could blame my parent's for my shy demeanor and lack of success with the opposite sex. Being the randy and sexually liberated couple they are they did everything they could to encourage and promote some sort of sexual drive. They allowed me a free reign to go where I wanted. Allowed me to read all varieties of pornographic books and magazines. And of course they allowed me to watch any of the fine collection of adult video and DVD movies they had built up over a number of years on my own state-of-the art electronic equipment in my well-appointed bedroom.

No, allowing for all of the above it is totally the fault of all those rejections. After all for a boy like me, how many humiliating verbal slaps in the face are you expected to take before you stop trying, before you take yourself out of circulation? In my case it was about twelve before I gave in and stopped making any effort to socialize outside of my family.

So what do I do in the meantime? I go about my daily life that's what I do. I go to school, do my homework and when that's done I read those magazines (look at the pictures?) and books and watch the occasional pornographic video or DVD while I take myself in hand. I also watch my parents and marvel at the easy way they talk to each other and their friends, and at the stimulating sensual atmosphere that is almost immediately created. Occasionally I'll sit in the lounge when they have visitors and manage a stilted, embarrassing addition to the frequently risqué conversation. But most times - particularly on Saturday nights - I'll play snooker at a local parlour, pay a rare visit to the pictures or, as is most likely, watch television in my room. Especially when they have one of their special parties.

Those parties, of course, are really nothing more than sexual orgies to which, until a couple of months ago, my parents used to invite me. Eventually, as of course you would expect, they gave up when I kept saying no.

Now you'd think that someone like me would have jumped at the chance to go to that sort of party wouldn't you? But it tells you the extent of my problem when, as obsessed with sex as I am, I still can't bring myself join in, even in the comfort and safety of my own home with my parents and several of their very best friends.

*****

Well that brief synopsis - very brief really - has brought you up to date with where my life's at and there's not really much else you need to know about my past history. Now it's time for me to begin the story of how my parents, a remarkable young lady, her family and a number of other wonderful people turned my life around in the space of nine remarkable days.

This particular morning - as the chapter heading says it's a Friday - I beat the alarm set for six-o-clock. As usual I woke up with a hard-on, this one though was different from my usual morning stiffie. Usually my morning erection was a combination of an erotic dream that on the odd occasion turned wet, and my regular morning need to relieve my bladder. This morning I knew that this one, and don't ask me why, was for some reason just a piss-hard-on. But just to make sure I turned off the alarm and reached for the TV and DVD remotes, turned them on, changed the TV channel to AV3, the DVD channel, and flicked through the menu of the Jenna Jameson DVD I'd left in the player and waited for a reaction. As expected I got none and knew precisely why.

Next I reached across and picked up the book on the dresser. The book, a cheap well-thumbed paperback from my parents 'library', was a good example of how I spent my time when I wasn't exercising. I would use it to give myself a little of the pleasure my life seemed to lack, especially as I was just not capable of handling my parents parties and sexually active lifestyle.

The book told the tale of two randy sisters who share sexual favors with each other's boyfriends and their aunt and uncle and was very much how I wanted my life to be. And, as ridiculous as it sounds, I was even jealous of the characters in the book because they seemed to be living the sort of life my parents lived, the life I craved so much.

In some ways I was even jealous, envious might be a better word, of my parents and how they had managed to find a partner who was not only sexually compatible but also shared a liking of an open and free sexual lifestyle. I thought that somewhere in this world there were men, and women, lucky enough to be living lives like my parents; lives like the people in the book I was reading. Oh I knew of course that an increasing number did, otherwise my parents wouldn't have enjoyed the sort of Saturday night sexual free-for-all that was such a regular and enjoyable part of their liberated lifestyle. But then with my head in the metaphorical sand, I didn't know to what extent sexual freedom had taken over the town ... indeed the whole country.

*****

This sexual freedom was thanks, almost entirely, to the amazing, and very liberating, 'Sexual Freedom Charter' the federal government had introduced in a whole range of sweeping reforms designed to either reduce or eliminate the alarming growth of sexual violence that all states and major cities - including Tasmania and its main population centres - were experiencing.

The 'Sexual Freedom Charter' that Australia was embracing - thanks to a Liberal Government that was living up to its name concerned the dress code for women and girls, and the sexual contact that was allowed from a younger age. Sexual contact was also permitted within the family unit, as long as there were no resulting pregnancies, a happening that would result in criminal charges and the immediate removal of the baby from the family in question. Also certain types of public sexual behaviors were allowed depending on the venue and its likely customer type, with the public retaining the right to ask the participants to refrain if they felt personally offended, or if they felt that their own personal space was being invaded.

And then of course there were the new and very liberal world-wide, at least in every western democratic country, censorship laws that allowed the making of and general release with an 'R'-certificate - newly changed to 13+ instead of 18+ - of non-violent erotica, formerly pornography. Pornography being a word now used to describe movies portraying violent, non-consensual sex, or pedophilic sex involving children under 13, or beastiality. The more liberal censorship also allowed for books and magazines, previously only found in specialized shops, to be more widely available in general bookstores - in their own department naturally. Of course they were still shrink-wrapped but the covers were as sexually explicit as ever and openly accessible to families, or more especially young children.

Indeed the new non-violent erotica originally produced to a high artistic standard by smaller studios as a replacement for those cheap and nasty pornos produced on the cheap as purely masturbation tools, became so popular in the general movie market place that Hollywood inevitably stepped in. And it was the major Hollywood studios becoming involved with superior production values, quality scripts from the best writers money could buy and quality B-list as well as a smattering of very high-ranking A-list stars, who could not only perform in front of the camera but could act as well, that caused the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences to add new categories on Academy Award night for non-violent erotica.

*****

I moved my right hand beneath the covers and took hold of my cock, made stiff by that desire to go to the bathroom, to see if maybe a few strokes would encourage the feelings that were as much a part of my regime as my morning run. It took only three strokes for me to realize that nothing was going to work and, as I said before, I knew why...

As I got out of bed and started to think about a bitch called Julie Morris my penis went limp immediately. In the bathroom as I aimed the steaming stream of urine into the bowl I thought about the whole embarrassing incident from the previous afternoon. I'd known that Julie didn't have a partner for the end of year formal. In fact I'd known that the girl hadn't even been asked. So I'd thought that I was doing the girl a favor by at least asking her. What I hadn't expected was her incredulous reaction. 'ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING!' she'd screamed at the top of her voice at the end of the first of the afternoon classes in front of the entire class just before they were about to file out of the room. 'WHY THE FUCK WOULD I WANT TO GO TO THE FORMAL WITH A FAT, BLOATED, OVERSTUFFED TUB OF LARD LIKE YOU? I MEAN' she'd screamed 'I GET NAUSEOUS JUST FUCKING LOOKING AT YOU'. I remembered thinking that she hadn't even reacted that way when I'd asked her out once before about five months ago when my new diet and exercise regimen hadn't really begun to take effect. Admittedly she had had an expression of revulsion covering her face that day but she hadn't embarrassed me in front of the whole class like yesterday even though I was some twenty kilograms heavier that day.

Then as I washed my hands I thought about last night and remembered hearing the pulsating rhythms of the 'Peter Gunn Theme' as played by Duane Eddy just as I got into bed after saying goodnight to my parents and a couple who were regular players at their 'parties'. I didn't even need to see into the lounge room to know what the playing of that song indicated. It was my mother's favorite piece of music, she'd bragged repeatedly that it turned her into a raunchy, sensual slut as she stripped in front of everybody to the driving rhythms of Duane Eddy's bass guitar. It had been another reminder, as if I needed one, of the full life my parents lived and just what was missing from my life.

Oh what I said before holds true, I'd always been invited, except for the last couple of weeks, to join their parties come orgies and I knew that I could walk into the lounge tomorrow night and would be welcomed with open arms and, I couldn't help smiling, probably open legs and hot, wet and very inviting vaginas. But to me that wasn't the same, those were friendships my parents had cultivated, people they had gotten to know over a number of years; people who shared their love of the lascivious, prurient and always immodest lifestyle. No, what I needed was friends of my own, people who enjoyed a lifestyle very much like my parents, a group who shared my own desires and fantasies. Unfortunately that was something easier said than done, especially considering that yes was a word I'd never heard from the opposite sex where a date or even a relationship was concerned.

Finally, fed up with all of those negative thoughts and feeling thoroughly dejected, I pulled on a pair of shorts - I didn't put on any underwear, usually because it was so much more stimulating when you ran but this time it was purely out of habit - and headed for the stairs.

My bedroom was at the end of the upstairs passageway and on the way to the stairs I had to pass my parents bedroom on the left and little sister's (Maria Anne, she's 13) bedroom on the right. My sexy sister's bedroom is empty at the moment because she's away in boarding school. Yes she's sexy even if, or maybe because she's my sister, I mean that's all right isn't it? Well according to this new charter it is anyway. She's due to return at the end of next week though, having been taken out of that school so she could go to the same school I'm attending, and I'm kind of wondering how much she's changed both physically and emotionally, and, I have to admit, if she has inherited the family's sexual genes.

As soon as I looked down the passageway I saw that the door to my parents room was open, not just ajar, but wide-open. The simple realization of that fact was exciting because I knew they rarely, if ever, left their door open. I also knew of course that they were just about the most promiscuous, highly sexed couple in town, if not in the whole country or on the face of the planet. I also knew that they slept naked, and in the summer months slept on top of the bed. So with the door open I knew what I would see, my parents naked, or more especially mum! And not only that but I would see the fruits of my parents sexual labors because, as they so frequently and so graphically told me, they always went straight to sleep afterwards wanting to enjoy waking up to the feel of dried up semen on their bodies and the smell of sex in the air, a combination which acted like an aphrodisiac to them in the morning, before during and after their morning showers.

Last night of course had been like every other night. Their friends had finally left following what was probably two and a half to three hours of every type of sex imaginable, usually to the rhythms of the hottest and raunchiest sixties and seventies songs, and unlike Mick Jagger there was plenty of 'Satisfaction' to be had! That of course, as you might have guessed, was just a prelude to two more hours of exhausting sex before my parents eventually went to sleep, which finally allowed me to get some sleep.

To me it is especially frustrating as I listen to my parents making love night after night, especially when my father can't seem to do anything quietly? And why should he, he says. During the day he's an efficient businessman who conducts himself with quiet but firm effectiveness, but at night and on weekends he's the complete opposite.

I remember my father saying one Saturday night after a beer too many that being married to my mum was like being married to a nymphomaniac, and I remember thinking that my mother should have been insulted. But of course I'd been wrong, far from being insulted she'd taken it as a compliment and said that she was simply a slut and that my father suffered (if suffering is the right expression) from the male equivalent, satyriasis, and that he was, thankfully, just as much of a sex maniac as she was.

So at least I knew where my almost incessant thoughts about sex came from. Except of course for this morning. After all when you think about it, with my genes coming from a self-confessed slut and an admitted sex-maniac how could I be anything but constantly horny. So with that knowledge is it any wonder that I was desperately keen to find out if I had inherited their sexual capacity as well as their desire. Oh, masturbation had taught me that it took more than just once per session to satisfy myself enough to get a good nights sleep, but I was keen to find out if it would be the same way during sex.

My intention was to walk past my parent's bedroom without looking in, but natural curiosity inevitably won out and I couldn't help but take a peak as I walked past. Well who could?

What I saw as I walked by made me stop short, back up a couple of paces and stare uncertainly into the room. My mother was lying face up on top of the bed. And she was, as I had expected, naked! But she wasn't just naked; she was laying with her legs wide apart and her vagina, pussy or cunt I tried to tell myself though I wouldn't use such vulgar language in front of my parents in a million years, with what seemed like a gallon of dried up semen coating its outer lips, on display.

Suddenly my desire, my need, my sexual craving, which had disappeared with all those negative thoughts about Julie Morris, had returned tenfold with the sight of my mother's naked body. Indeed it had returned in its most basic form, an erection.

In these most enlightened of times most boys my age had seen a pussy in the flesh but not me. So that's why my eyes went there, to the junction of her thighs as if drawn by a magnet. Then I watched her hand as it, as if with a mind of its own, began to idly play with her trimmed and diamond shaped patch of pubic hair.

I just stood there unable to move as I saw a finger move slowly down towards the pink lips of her sex, yes sometimes I like to be mentally respectful. I watched as the outer labia parted under her sleepy probing, watched as she began to rub the dried up cum into her vagina. How could I stay? I knew I shouldn't, except that my desire to keep watching held me there, stopped me breathing - I hardly dared take a breath - and caused my heart to beat so loudly I felt certain it would wake her up.

I had heard of sleepwalking, I'd obviously heard of wet dreams, mostly my own, but seeing my mother fingerfucking herself - more crude language that I would never use in public or in front of my family while she was asleep, that was something else.

I was simply mesmerized. Oh I'd seen images of my mother in sheer nighties that hinted at the flesh they concealed. I'd seen her in short skirts that highlighted her spectacular legs, and I'd even seen her bend over - in that unladylike from the waist fashion and 'accidentally' flash very brief lace panties. Sometimes I even saw her wear thong panties giving me a good look at her round and shapely and nearly naked bottom, a sight that never failed to excite me. I'd also seen her in tight fitting blouses under which she almost never wore a bra and through which her nipples were always on prominent display. On the other hand I'd never seen her like this and I kept reminding myself that I shouldn't stay, after all she was my mother and as such - even if she is a self-confessed slut and nymphomaniac - deserved a little more respect.

But of course I did stay because of something my mother said one time during my many frequent discussions with my parents on the subject of sex, relationships and the naturalness of the naked body - both male and female. She had said that there was nothing wrong with admiring the human body in all its natural beauty, that being a voyeur was a harmless way to pass the time as long you weren't turning into a peeping tom and trying to see what people didn't want to show. Mum said that exhibitionism was also harmless as long as you didn't offend the people you were showing off in front of, and as long you remembered that line in the 'Sexual Freedom Charter' about offending the public or invading their personal space.

Well if that was the case then why did I feel guilty about what I was seeing and why did I want to take my cock out of my shorts and masturbate to a climax as a tribute to her nudity? I mean I obviously wasn't offended was I? The answer of course was that mum was asleep and didn't know I was watching her. But then she had gone to sleep naked and on top of the bed and with the door open knowing, surely, that I would be passing her doorway early in the morning knowing, as she did, that you could set a watch by my early morning runs. But no matter how much I tried to rationalize what I was seeing that other thought that kept recurring, even in these enlightened times. Surely, as natural as my mother's nudity was, it wasn't right for me to want to look, to want to masturbate at the sight, was it?

Of course being the helpless sexual deviant that I am I did play with myself, but instead of taking my cock out I put my hand down the front of my shorts while continuing to gaze on mum's naked beauty. And whether it was natural or not I kept playing with myself as I continued to look at the figure my mother was justifiably proud of and so willing to show off. At those stunning breasts that were the perfect size and still so wonderfully round and firm. At her slim waist, wonderfully rounded hips and that diamond of pubic hair that was the gateway to a wonderful world I'd never known, a world that only existed between the opening of that split peach between her long and oh so sexy legs.

Chapter 2: An Early Morning Run

I waited as long as I dared until the movement of my father onto his left side and the placing of his right arm just below and touching my mother's breasts drove me downstairs and away from the sight of my mother's naked body. From there I went to the kitchen, filled up my drink bottle with purified water from the fridge and ran out the back door checking my watch as I went. I still had time to get to Station Street, my main reason for getting out of bed in the morning - apart from the exercise of course.

I ran up the hill at the eastern end of Cotton Way and headed towards the park entrance. From there I headed towards the northern end of the park which exited onto May Close, Station Street and the young female jogger with the long brown hair who always dressed so sexily in tight fitting crop-tops or sports bras and short shorts that were obviously a size too small causing them to cling to and expose most of the luscious cheeks of her lovely bottom.

But what about if she didn't show I kept asking myself, after all she had to get sick sometime. And she was bound to go away on holidays, wasn't she? And what if they took their holidays a different time from early January when we took ours? Maybe she would start running a different way, or stop jogging completely and use a different form of exercise. I thought of all those things and many others as my eternally pessimism took command while I ran past the local basketball stadium.

I needn't have worried though; she was there as usual in those familiar tight black shorts and a matching sports bra. Just the sight of her took away the mental pictures of my mother that had been on my mind since I left home. Oh I could never tire of that marvelous bottom, the wonderful curves of those sweet buttocks, the naked midriff and those spectacular legs.

As usual I followed her to High Street, followed the swaying sensual movement of that glorious bottom. Then I did something stupid, something I hadn't done in all the times I'd been following her. I forgot about the overhanging tree by the fence of the vacant property next door to the fire station.

"FUCK IT!" I cried out.

The words came out automatically as the impact of the branches sat me on my backside. And it just happened to be my luck that two firemen just happened to be outside of the station next door to where the tree was, just happened that they were enjoying some early morning fresh air and that their gaze just happened to be on my approach and not the girl's departure.

The incident not unnaturally caused the two men a great deal of amusement and brought some hysterical laughter which in turn attracted the brief attention of the girl who smiled with some delight as she turned into High Street.

What could I do now? The two firemen knew I was following her, so did she, and it was perfectly obvious that I was totally embarrassed by the whole incident. Slow down that's what, and hope that she wouldn't turn round and embarrass me even more. Of course she didn't, just like she'd never ever turned around on all of the other occasions I'd followed her.

With my morning run ruined thanks to such an embarrassing incident, well at least it was for me, I turned down High Street, turned off at Marks Close, entered the park from the eastern end and headed home that way.

In my mind there was only one way to put the incident with the firemen and the girl out of my mind, and that was by doing what I did best, which was creating a little fantasy in my mind, and that's what I did.

It soon began to take shape as I thought about the girl, imagined her naked and running away from me. I had a tantalizing vision of her naked bottom as it swayed and moved in accompaniment to the rhythmic motion of her hips. Then suddenly she was turning around, and oh what a sight it was seeing her running backwards as one hand stroked her pouting sex lips while the other alternated between brushing her breasts and beckoning me to try and catch her.

"WELL REALLY HOW DISGUSTING! Some people are such animals. I really don't know what the world is coming to with the federal government's new charter and this cities accompanying by-laws I just don't know what this country, indeed the whole world, is coming to."

The comment was loud enough to jog me out of my fantasy, loud enough to make me look up and see who was responsible. It was a middle-aged couple running in my direction. I hadn't even realized I'd been rubbing the front of my shorts, or that I had gripped my erection between thumb and forefinger. 'How was I to know' I said to myself as I continued on for a few yards before turning and staring at the now departing couple. 'And I'm a human animal' I added in silent answer to their comment as I ran past the public tennis courts - full already with potential champions, including a leggy and scantily clad blonde who obviously had designs on being the new Maria Sharapova - towards the path that led to home. 'After all, we all behave a little differently, have different feelings and desires, don't we?'

As the couple faded from my mind pictures of my mother began to appear despite my best attempts to block them out. Eventually I gave up trying. Besides how wrong was it to allow myself to get excited by such sights - my mother on her bed - or by such mental pictures - the girl. After all, all I did was get aroused and stimulated sufficiently to want to go home and find relief in the bathroom. I mean it wasn't as if I wanted to behave like the sort of animal they obviously thought I was. And anyway was it really so strange that I found the sight of pretty women exciting. All right maybe it was wrong to show such physical desire in public. But after all the new laws did allow behavior like that, and after all sex was natural and it wasn't as if I was doing anything to them. And besides, the charter said they could request that I refrain from such behavior, and that they probably should have done so first. Then again they could've just ignored me and carried on with whatever they were doing, couldn't they?

And besides ever since I was old enough my parents had preached the gospel of sexual freedom. 'After all' they had said 'if a person's old enough and willing enough, then what's the harm'. They naturally had disapproved of censorship, hence their willingness to allow me such freedom with reading and viewing material over the years and their welcoming of the charter and the relaxed censorship laws and the resulting increase in quality of erotic filmmaking thanks to Hollywood's participation.

They also disapproved of prudish behavior, and they of course believed in telling it like it is, so that my parent never ever just suddenly disappeared upstairs behind a closed bedroom door. They always made it quite plain exactly where they were going and what they were going to do. Mum never said 'come on Louis let's make love' or 'shall we go to bed?' Oh no nothing so longwinded or boring. 'Come on Louis' she would say 'I need a good hard fucking'. I think half the time I almost expected them to have sex right there and then. Of course they didn't. Then if she was feeling really horny she would grin, first at me and then at my father before saying 'I've got a hot juicy cunt, anybody know what it needs?' and my father would rub his groin and respond, saying 'I think it needs a good fucking by a big stiff cock'.

And then of course there was what they said to me, 'When are you going to find a horny slut to fuck?' or to each other, 'When is our boy going to get his end in?' or 'When are you going to find a girl to make your parents proud?' Both of them were always hanging those on me, good-naturedly of course. But of course those comments simply served to remind me that where girls were concerned, I was an abysmal failure.

This of course is not to say that my parents were habitually crude, or the frequent users of bad language. On the contrary, outside of family and close friends and the frequent sexually charged situations they frowned on the use of the 'F-word' or the 'C-word' (cunt and cock) in any manner or form or as a prefix to any other word. Neither would they use expressions like 'Fuckhead' or any similarly abusive noun in everyday conversation.

So completely was I distracted by these thoughts and the mental pictures of my mother and the girl that competed with them that it wasn't until I was halfway round the western side of the path and heading back past the other side of the basketball stadium that I realized I'd missed the turn off for home.

"Must have been quite a run sweetheart?"

The voice came from the driveway entrance to my house, and without even looking I knew my mother's eyes were on my body, and that she was looking me up and down even as she was waving to my father's departing Mercedes.

"And you're back so much earlier than usual. Is everything alright?"

I knew where my mother's eyes were mostly focused and I knew why as I held an arm up and waved in the direction of my father's car. "Y-Yes of course. I just got a little tired, that's all."

I then took a closer look at my mother. She certainly wasn't making things any easier for me; the short dressing gown she was wearing was another reminder of that vision of her naked body less than an hour ago, which considering my current physical state wasn't exactly the reminder I needed.

"I can see that darling." Her admiring gaze continued to flit between my face and groin as she walked beside me towards the front door. "Why don't you hop under the shower and I'll prepare some breakfast for you."

Chapter 3: A shower And Some Self-Gratification

A ten-minute cold shower was immediately refreshing and just what was needed to cure my rampant erection. I stepped out ready to dry myself. No towel! I checked the clothes on the stand by the sink. My shorts, sports socks and favorite Nike running shoes were all there along with my favorite Los Angeles Lakers T-shirt and a girly magazine, but there was definitely no towel.

I wondered if I should call out or use the small towel on the rack that would dry me enough so that I could put on my shorts and finish drying and dressing in the bedroom. I decided that there was no immediate hurry, and that other things, masturbation, should take priority. So I picked up the magazine, spread it out beside the sink and began to masturbate furiously making sure to rub my foreskin over the head of my cock for maximum stimulation. I'd chosen this particular magazine quite deliberately because of a centrespread of an older woman that looked a lot like my mother and a younger girl that had more than a passing resemblance to the girl I followed on my run.

"I couldn't help but notice that you forgot a ... er ... towel!"

I hadn't even heard the door, and "Oh fuck!" was all I could manage as my mother just stared; the smile appearing on her face as fast as my hand disappeared from my hard-on, and nearly as fast as said hard-on wilted.

That she knew I masturbated wasn't in question. What was in question was whether she expected to see me doing it, whether she knew that there was a probability I would be doing it there in the bathroom as she walked in.

"Mum you didn't knock, why didn't you...? Do you think that you could...?" I started to say as my face reddened with embarrassment.

My mother kept smiling as she handed me a bright yellow beach towel and sat on the side of the bath. "Leave, why? Surely your not embarrassed by my seeing you masturbating are you? I mean how many times have your father and I admitted masturbating to you? How many times have we said that masturbation, wanking, any form of self-expression, is just a form of sex for someone that hasn't got a partner?"

I lowered my head and used the towel to cover my groin as the mention of my lack of a partner embarrassed me nearly as much as being caught naked and masturbating. "Quite a f-few times."

And it was true, my parents had said many times that a lad with my sexual desires who wasn't getting any and wouldn't join with them or attend their Saturday night soirées simply had to relieve himself somehow. They had told me that if you left out the criminal act of rape then the choices were either a prostitute or masturbation. And my parents had made it quite clear that prostitutes weren't an option when there was so many willing women available on a Saturday night, which left just one course of action. So there was never any doubt that they knew I did it. It was just that until this morning neither of them had seen me.

Finally I raised my head and looked into my mother's eyes. She was still smiling, but I saw in them only the unconditional love of a mother for her son.

"I know you're right mum and I know it's only natural, but I guess it's still hard not to be embarrassed when you're caught."

Suddenly a glint appeared in mum's eye, a glint that turned into another smile. "Sometimes some things happen don't they Justin, things like seeing your son going into the bathroom with his clothes and a magazine, but no towel. And then of course when you hear the shower turn off and he doesn't come out and get a towel it's an opportunity too good to pass up. Of course other things happen too don't they, things that can fuel the imagination enough to warrant taking a magazine into the bathroom. I mean sometimes you get to see things purely by chance don't you? Sometimes doors are left open when they should've been closed." She looked me in the eye with a penetrating stare. "Aren't they Justin?"

To me the question of whether mum knew about this morning had been answered. But I decided to play ignorant, a role I'd managed to cultivate successfully for as long as I could remember. "I'm not sure that I know what you mean?" I looked down at the towel I was using to cover my groin and realized that a minor adjustment needed to be made because my penis, after the initial shock of discovery, had reverted to its previously erect state. Then I looked up at my mother. "And I want to ... er ... th-thank you mum, I guess I must have been in kind of a hurry to get to the shower."

Talk about being entirely the wrong thing to say, I could have bitten my tongue as soon as I'd said it. Naturally my mother couldn't let such an opportunity slip, not when she'd already seen the magazine. "Oh of course you were darling. And it's perfectly reasonable to forget such a trivial thing as towel for a shower while remembering to take a girly magazine in with you."

I began to dry myself, trying as best I could to keep my erection hidden from view while waiting for mum to say something, anything to make me feel better. Or maybe I was waiting for her to leave, which would have been even better. Not that I should've been embarrassed, but I couldn't help it, after all I'd never even been naked - really naked that is - In front of my mother since I was a young boy, let alone been caught masturbating. And besides that, my penis seemed to have grown to huge proportions.

My mother walked over to the sink and picked up the magazine. I guess she thought I would think about trying to stop her, and she would've been right, but she also knew, or, as was more likely I thought, correctly guessed, that I would resign myself to my fate.

She pointed to the woman on the two pages the magazine was opened up to, a woman who looked a little older than the usual type of model featured in this sort of girly magazine. "You know I reckon this woman would be about my age with my hair coloring and styled the same way, and she also has a figure not dissimilar to mine, so would it be fair to assume that you picked this one because the woman looks like me?"

She walked back to the bath opposite the sink and sat down on its side, magazine still in hand. "You know Justin, when you came back from your run you were trying your best to hide something. I saw what it was you were trying to hide when I walked into the bathroom." She looked down at my groin. "And your still trying to hide it, why?"

She flicked through the magazine for a few seconds before she smiled at me. "You take after both your father and I where your sexual urges are concerned, and one of these days you may just find out where those urges will take you. But right at this very moment I can see that you take after your father in one very prominent physical area.

"You know it clearly embarrassed you to have me see you masturbating and to see you with an erection didn't it Justin? But do you think it embarrasses me seeing my son with an erection bigger than any I have ever seen in my entire life, either in person or on film?"

I shook my head. When I thought about it the answer was obvious and my worries totally stupid. Now having decided that there was nothing for it but to begin drying my hair I did exactly that, a brave action for someone as shy as me that left a very erect penis exposed for my mother's inspection.

Mum's response was immediate and forthright. "FUCK ME! Justin, when I said what I said about taking after your father I thought you were similar in size and thickness, but you're not the same size you're a fucking sight bigger!"

As I've already said my parents are as fond of the use of profanity indoors amongst friends and family in sexual situations as they are of the use of civilized and refined language when out in public or in nonsexual situations.

"And there was me thinking that your father's cock was big," continued my mother still in a minor state of shock. "God Justin, I think any poor young thing you fuck with that will certainly enjoy the ride." Then giggling she added, "As long as she takes out some form of life insurance first!"

I saw mum look down at her legs as she continued to sit on the side of the bath with the hem of her short dressing gown hiked high on her thigh. It appeared she had noticed that they had attracted their share of my attention and given that fact had obviously decided it was time to talk.

Leaning forward, elbows on knees, hands clasped together and her chin tucked into her thumbs, which were pointing back towards her, she said, "Shades of this morning Justin. Want me to tell you why you picked this particular woman in this particular magazine?"

What else could I do? Speechless I simply nodded my head.

"Before I start what about your hard-on?" She asked pointing to my massive erection. "Does it embarrass you anymore?"

When I shook my head she got to her feet, took the towel from me and began to dry my back. "Did this," she continued pointing to my 11-inch long and nearly inch and a half inch thick erection, "and the fact that you were masturbating over a woman with a likeness of me have anything to do with what you might have seen this morning before you went off for your run? I mean we both know what you saw don't we?"

I nodded. Now I didn't know what to do, this was going far past anything I had expected to happen. "I ... er ... I..."

God it was one thing to be caught masturbating, and to be naked and excited in the presence of your mother but another thing entirely to have her touching you, even if it was just your back. I had the strangest feeling, a not unreasonable one I would've thought given the new rules governing incest in the Sexual Freedom Charter, that the relationship between my mother and I would never be the same again.

"You see Justin," said my mother drying the broad expanse of my back, "I woke this morning just before you went downstairs for your morning run. Now I knew that if our bedroom door was open that you would have to walk past. Now from that point on I naturally expected that human nature would take its course. That's when I decided to open the door and lie on my back with my legs spread knowing full well that not only would you be able to see my cunt but that you would also be able to see your father's dried up cum. I also correctly guessed that you would be too busy looking at me and the hand I was using to play with myself."

My expression was one of shock, while mum was simply smiling.

"You know Justin, for a second or two I actually thought you were going to take your cock out and masturbate, but you didn't. Instead you chose to push your hand down your shorts and play with yourself. Still," she grinned again, "who knows what would have happened if your father hadn't chosen that moment to turn over and put his arm across my chest just under my tits?"

That was when mum chose to take things a little further by covering her finger with a piece of the towel and running it up between the cheeks of my bottom before gently drying each buttock separately. Then she took the next logical a step, one that I had been waiting for with baited breath, one that was scaring me silly. She moved around to the front, knelt down and began to rub my erect penis along its full length with the towel before drying my chest.

Finally she scooped up some pre-cum dribbling slowly from the head of my hard-on with her thumb, sucked it into her mouth, looked me in the eyes and smiled lasciviously as she said, "The question is Justin did you like what you saw?"

"I ... I ... I'm sorry mum I really didn't..."

Mum stood up, put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek. "Justin, you sweet, sweet boy, after all this time and all of the accidental exposure thanks to the ... er ... revealing clothes I wear, don't you understand, haven't you worked it out yet? If you came to me and began to undress me I'd let you, because it thrills me to be naked. And I got a special thrill this morning knowing I was naked in front of my own son, just like I nearly am now, because I'm proud of my body and even prouder of my sexuality. Now answer my question, did you like what you see?"

There was no use denying it, especially here in the bathroom naked with an erection that was saluting her very presence. But how could I explain it to her when she was standing so close. How could I justify an erection that was rubbing against her lower stomach through her dressing gown? I decided to do the best I could. "First of all mum I have to tell you that, knowing full well that you'd be nude and lying on top of the bed, I really did intend to walk straight past without looking. But of course you were right. Once I turned my head and caught a glimpse of your beautiful naked body for the first time, how could I not stay and look. I mean wasn't it you who taught me that there isn't anything as beautiful as the human body. And there you were looking so gorgeous with a figure that any woman would be proud of, let alone the mother of two teenage children.

"But that didn't make it right though. I had to remember that you were my mother, that it was you, the woman who gave birth to me, but I didn't, instead I was having all of those lustful thoughts about..." I looked down between us to where my cock was pressing against her stomach through her dressing gown and leaving a stain of pre-cum as it did so. "And mum, you're not making things any easier by being in the bathroom and doing these things to me."

"And why should I Justin? You have to know it excites me to see you like this." Mum stepped away from me and posed seductively while feeling the sticky stain that my cock had left on her dressing gown. "And I can certainly see, and feel," she laughed gently with a sensuous lilt that told me she was thrilled rather than angry, "how much it excites you."

"You know," I said after several seconds, "despite what I said I'm ... er ... still just a little ... er..."

I made a grab for my underwear but mum would have none of it and slapped my hand away. "No Justin. Not until you've finished what you're going to say." She reached for her dressing gown. "But maybe this will make things a little easier, maybe you'll be able to compare me with the woman in the magazine." She undid the sash. Slipped the dressing gown off her shoulders and allowed it to drop to the floor revealing her naked beauty underneath.

FUCK! This was precisely what I was afraid would happen. The one thing I knew now was that any chance of my erection fading away was gone. "Er ... this is a just little embarrassing mum."

"What is Justin? Us being here naked in the bathroom?" She sat down on the side of the bath again, stretched one leg right out and bent the other at the knee in a pose guaranteed to show off her vagina. "I know you saw me naked this morning, and we're seeing each other naked now. So what does it matter?"

Plenty of thoughts were racing around in my head but one and one alone kept recurring. My father had said mum was a nymphomaniac, if that was true and she had a constant need for sex then I had to wonder in just what direction we were heading.

Mum moved a hand between her legs as she saw me watching with almost hypnotic pleasure. Then she used a finger to idly tease her diamond shaped patch of pubic hair as she spoke again. "Are you embarrassed because I handled your cock, that I caused your erection to grow even bigger than it already was, and that I seemed to enjoy it? If you are then why?"

I watched as my mother's finger shifted from her pubes to the tender outer labia of her sex. I couldn't help it; my eyes were drawn to her vagina as if by a magnet. And I could see how much she loved it, that she clearly loved the way it was making me feel uncomfortable.

I wanted to look away but I couldn't. I wanted to walk out of the bathroom but I knew I couldn't do that either, just like I knew that I would keep looking at her as she slowly inserted the finger into her vagina. The finger moved in to the second knuckle between the flesh of her outer labia lips of her sex that had puffed up to indicate - at least that's what I had read - just how turned on she was becoming.

Mum must have sensed my moral dilemma because she said, "You don't have to worry Justin, your erection and all of that lovely pre-cum is only proof that you like what you see, that you appreciate my body. Just the same as this--" she pushed her finger deep inside the pouting lips of her vagina and worked it around before she pulled it out shiny and wet, "--is proof that I love your body and appreciate the work you've put into it, the effort and willpower it took to lose that twenty kilos. You see I'm not embarrassed at masturbating in front of you because I want you see that it can be a form of appreciation as well as a form of self-gratification." She placed her middle finger back in her vagina and began to move it slowly and rhythmically in and out while using her index finger and thumb to tease her clitoris out of its little hiding place.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing; my mother had spread her legs wide apart and was fingering herself with abandon. And she was enjoying it too judging by the smile on her face.

"Come on Justin join in with me, stroke that massive cock of yours. Do what was on your mind as you began your run this morning. Because you were excited at the thought of what you'd seen weren't you? But you just couldn't bring yourself to do anything about it could you?"

She was absolutely right and I knew it. There was nothing for it but to take matters in hand and that's exactly what I did, I used the liberal amount of precum flowing from my cock to lubricate its length as I, slowly at first, concentrated on keeping up a steady rhythm.

"Is this er ... supposed to make me f-feel better about this morning, about what I was doing when you walked into the bathroom?" My eyes were glued to the fingers in my mother's pussy - she now had three of them pushing in and out with her thumb still flicking at her clitoris - while hers were fixed on the way I was fisting my enormous erection.

"Admit it Justin," said my mother, "come on admit that the way your horny mother is fingerfucking her cunt turns you on, because I sure as hell am turned on by watching you stroke that great tree trunk you call a cock!"

Now what was I supposed to say in answer to such a blunt statement? "But how can it be right for me to have those sort of feelings about you? I mean it's one thing to be stimulated by the books, magazines or videos you let me read and look at but I don't think it's ever been acceptable to be erotically or sensually stimulated by your own mother."

"Poppycock!" She watched me stroke my penis as she continued to plunge three fingers into her vagina with a slow mesmerizing rhythm. "What a load of rubbish! Sorry Justin, but to quote Bob Dylan, 'the times they are a changing', especially in this country, and in most of the western world it seems. Now you know very well that the laws regarding incest have changed. And while you might not know what all of these new laws are in relation to dress code and sexual behavior you must have noticed the way some women and girls, even some older schoolgirls, are dressing and behaving around town Justin?"

I thought about it as I stroked my cock and watched my mother pinch her erect clitoris that looked something like a miniature erect penis. I had rather had my head, neck and shoulders and half my chest if the truth were known, in the sand when it concerned the towns new ideas on moralistic behavior and female dress code. But when it came down to it I had noticed the way the girls at school had dressed since uniform had been abolished and the way some of the women around town and even some of the younger preteen girls had willingly shown a lot of flesh.

"I guess your right mum, but it's still hard to come to terms with when it's happening here in your own family."

"But does that mean it's unacceptable, in a family like ours? I mean what's wrong with us being here in the bathroom having a mutual masturbation session. After all we're not harming anyone are we? We're a loving family, and your father and I would like nothing better than for you join us, to have you join in with all of the adult fun and games, whether it's just with us or with our friends on a Saturday night. I mean is it better to hide those sort of sexual thoughts, that sort of sexual behavior and push them back into the dark recesses of your mind where they can fester and play all sorts of evil tricks with your subconscious, or is it better to have the sort of sexual and dress freedom that this town and most of the western world is trying to encourage?"

She was sounding like a psychiatrist, but then again she obviously believed in what she said.

Mum stood up, walked over and placed a hand gently on each of my shoulders. "You said that you don't feel particularly guilty when the erotic videos you watch or the books and magazines you read turn you on enough to make you masturbate."

She watched me as I suddenly stopped masturbating. "No Justin don't stop, you don't realize just how thrilling it is to see you doing that."

She waited until I started again. "How do you think the people who make the videos or pose for those photos in the magazines feel? How do you think that the current batch of Hollywood stars feel knowing that millions of movie fans are watching them perform as never before? How do you think all of these stars big or small feel knowing that hundreds and thousands and maybe millions of people are getting off watching them?" She watched me shake my head. "They like it that's what. I mean sex to them is more than just a job, it's a hobby, a way to get, if you'll pardon the awful pun, a bang out of life."

She moved a hand from my shoulder suddenly, pushed my hand away from my cock and grabbed hold of it herself before I could stop her. That is if I wanted to. "I mean you wouldn't stop me doing this would you Justin, especially after the conversation we've just had?"

I looked down and saw her hand stroking my cock with slow decisive strokes until pretty soon I was less embarrassed. In fact far from being intimidated by our nakedness and my erection I was now starting to enjoy it. The big question was how much should I allow my enjoyment to show?

"I mean," continued my mother as she slowly stroked my erection, "surely showing your true feelings and emotions is better than keeping them locked away because it's not 'socially acceptable' to reveal them. I mean aren't families supposed to help each other out with any needs or problems? I mean isn't that what the new 'Sexual Freedom Charter' encourages? And when we're talking about problems, what could be a more pressing problem than keeping you satisfied and helping you with such a," she looked down at her hand holding my cock and allowed a smile to flit across her face, "little problem?"

My mother's firm grip and rhythmic stroking was edging me to another crisis. I was going to come! Not only was my mother going to see me shoot a wad of cum - and judging by recent times it would be a lot - she was going to be responsible for that state of affairs.

By now of course I understood that she wanted it to be a way of getting me used to the whole thing of sex being fun, of having me open up to the wondrous world this town could show me if only I could get over my almost suffocating shyness. So I let her turn me around to face the sink while she stood at my back and pressed her breasts - I could feel the hard nub of her erect nipples - into my back as she continued to masturbate me until the first of several jets of cream spattered all over the sink.

"Oh Jesus, oohhh, ooohhhh! Th-This feels so good mum, but is it ... is it ... is it right?" I asked as I continued to feel guilty despite my mother's best efforts.

Incredibly enough, I was still not totally at ease with the situation as I watched the last dribble of semen ooze from the head of my cock, watched as mum kept masturbating me slowly until every drop was gone.

"Is it better? That's what you should be asking Justin. I hope so because I'd like to know that you enjoyed it as much as I did." She kissed me on the shoulder as she stepped away to the side. Then she ran the fingers of her right hand over my buttocks, and she did it oh so slowly as if she was savoring the experience. "You should be proud Justin. The work you've put in on improving your body it's no wonder a horny woman like me likes to look and to touch." And all this time she never relinquished her left-handed grip on my cock.

I watched her expression as she turned me around; saw her expression change from one of shock to one of delight. She had grabbed the face cloth from the sink ready to wipe away any remaining wetness when she realized that my erection hadn't deflated one inch.

I don't know what reaction I expected from her but I certainly didn't expect the one I got. For once mum struggled to put a coherent sentence together.

"I ... I don't know what to say Justin. How can you retain...? That is I ... er ... thought ... that is I knew your father was good because he could get an erection again so quickly. But look at you, still as hard as ever. Now what do I do?"

"Sorry mum. All of the men in the books I read are able to keep it up for a second and sometimes a third time. I guess I just thought that this was a normal state of affairs."

"Whatever you do don't be sorry," Mum said grinning as she knelt down, spread her thighs for balance and retained her two handed grip on my throbbing erection. "Your the answer to a woman's prayer, a dream come true."

I focused on my mother's vagina and imagined, despite my best attempts not to, what it would be like to plug that trim little slit with my massive erection. Then I looked at her firm, self-confessed, 36C breasts and wondered what harm it would do if I put one hand on each? I didn't though. I couldn't, not yet. I guessed that that would be the next step and I wasn't quite ready for that, even if mum was.

Mum looked up at me and laughed. "That was going to be my contribution towards you going off to school in a good frame of mind and feeling not quite so frustrated. But I can see it's not going to be so easy."

To me it was never was that easy, the classes at the school and some of the female students were the major source of some of my frustrations and the reason I spent the major part of the day trying to hide my hard-on. Then I saw a smile begin to form, as something must have occurred to my mother.

"I know what, I'll do something for you, something that you're gonna love." She grinned lecherously." And why shouldn't I be the first, after all the experts do say that sex education should begin at home."

One thing and one thing only came into my mind. 'God I hope she doesn't want me to fuck her?' is the first crude thought that came into my head, because legal or not I wasn't ready to have sex with my mother. And besides, I wanted my first time to be with a girl my own age no matter how long the wait. But thank goodness she didn't, instead she tilted her head back slightly and took my cock into her mouth and began to suck it as she masturbated it with one hand while squeezing my balls gently with the other. 'Thank goodness for that' I thought looking down at my mother with her lips wrapped around my cock 'I mean God, this is bad enough'. But at least I was spared that ultimate sexual act, for the time being anyway!

And then the pleasure and the realization hit. I was actually getting a blowjob and suddenly I could think of nothing but the joy of having my cock sucked for the first time. I had simply no idea how good it would feel to have half of my length in a woman's - she had stopped being my mother for the time-being - mouth, to feel the head of my cock pressing against the entrance to her throat. Of course being so innocent I didn't know what to do with my hands. Should I grab her head and 'fuck her face' like they did in some of my adult novels, or should I play with her breasts? The ones I had insisted to myself that I wouldn't touch. But then maybe I shouldn't do anything and just let mum do everything. At least that way I couldn't go wrong.

And then suddenly it began to happen again.

An approaching orgasm can do funny things to people. My mother, obviously experienced as she was, must have sensed that I was close and began to wank my cock in earnest. And it was then that I - having just decided not grab hold of any part of my mother's naked body finished up taking a breast in each hand. Now while I was fully aware of what I was doing I didn't stop, partly because I couldn't, partly because mum didn't seem to be complaining and lastly because she seemed to be attacking my erection with such uninhibited enthusiasm.

And of course I was in full voice now. All the oohs and ahs, all the moaning and sighing and all of the "oh fucks" were a clear indication of my approaching climax. Then of course the inevitable thought occurred to me about what mum would do when my cum inevitably spewed out, but I decided that she was probably experienced enough to work that out for herself.

Then it happened, something I'd read about in books but didn't for a moment think would happen with mum. She repositioned herself slightly, tilted her head back to align her mouth with her throat and while looking up at me took my entire 11-inches into her mouth and down her throat, a feat of considerable skill judging by the text of those books.

"Oh, oohhh, oh Jesus, oh fuck! MUM I'M COMING!!"

I had thought that all of those expressions writers used in my so-called dirty books were just words. But when my mother slid her mouth off my cock and gripped my arse with one hand and masturbated me with the other as she kept her mouth wrapped around my cock-head I realized they were more than that, that they were an expression of consummation.

I mashed her breasts vigorously as the first stream shot into my mother's mouth. She was working my cock with undisguised relish by this time as that first spray was followed quickly by a second and a third and finally three more as she gleefully swallowed it all before licking my cock clean.

"Mum I don't know what to say, that was ... that was..."

"You don't need to say anything sweetheart. Oh you tasted so good." Mum sat down on the floor with her legs crossed and looked up at me knowing, I suspected, that she had given me something I would never forget. "All of those times you masturbated while reading a book or magazine," she said, "I'll bet it was never as good as this?" Then she smiled gently, in an almost asexual way. "Now you'll just have to cure that shyness of yours. I mean it just wouldn't be fair to the female population of this town to keep your special talents hidden. And it especially wouldn't be fair to all of my lady friends who enjoy our company on a Saturday night. Hell maybe we could even get you to one of our parties next Saturday night."

I looked down at my naked mother then looked at my still-erect penis, and then I saw her shocked expression.

"Justin what the hell?" she said mouth gaping open, eyes wide in amazement.

I continued to look at my mother and then back to my erection, which after two orgasms, was still as hard if not harder than ever. "What can I say mum, I know this is supposed to be good, and I know that I'm physically different from most men and would be real popular at an orgy, but I have to tell you that in some situations this can be a real pain in the backside."

She laughed. "In the crotch more like it. Well I guess you'll just have to make a little more time in the morning, especially if you want my continued help. Now go and get dressed you'll find two slices of grilled bacon and a poached egg in the microwave ready to warm."

For the first time since my mother had walked in on me I just laughed. "Thanks mum I'll remember that, just like I'll remember this morning for the rest of my life. And yes I'll try to be less reserved and maybe join your parties, maybe even the one next Saturday but no promises just yet, okay?" She nodded and went to speak but I stopped her. "And maybe--" I winked at her more confidently than would have been possible fifteen or twenty minutes ago and indicated the beaver she was still flashing as I dressed "--you'll let me return the favor sometime?"

Mum stood up, jabbed me in the chest with her index finger and pushed me towards the door. "How dare you make a suggestion like that? Do you think that just because I masturbated your cock and gave you a blowjob that I'll spread my legs anytime you fancy a taste of my cunt, anytime you fancy a piece of my hot horny pussy, do you? What the hell do you think I am, some sort of a slut?"

"But I thought..." Apparently I must have misunderstood, I was shattered and was about to close the door with a single tear in my eye when I heard the soft sound of my mother's voice.

"Oh Justin?"

When I poked my head back around the bathroom door I saw mum leaning over the bath, her hands were on each of the taps, hips wiggling and her pussy was flashing in my direction.

She turned herself side on and looked at me, and she was smiling. "Ask this hot and horny, cock and cum loving slut again later!"

Chapter 4: Getting It At School With Both Barrels!

Mum's forecast about my frustration proved to be a little off the mark as I headed to my first class. Her attention to my little sexual problem only succeeded in waking me up to the many possibilities that existed. It also made me realize just what I was missing out on. After all what did I really have to show in the years since puberty? A few books, several magazines and free access to my parent's videos and DVDs, not to mention the exciting memories of late night and early morning masturbations. But I didn't even have a kiss from a girl my age, and that was where the real problem lay.

All of my parent's sexual teachings, radical views and their total belief in freedom of censorship counted for nothing. Indeed all of the laws that were the charter didn't mean a thing against my one major problem. I was shy, as scared of girls as a man who couldn't swim was of diving in the deep end of a swimming pool! Years of rejections when I was fat and a fast-food junkie had set up a lack of belief that was hard to shake. Even with my new physique - and it had taken six months of a very strict diet and exercise plan to get this far - I couldn't get over my timid nature or the scornful comments and teasing laughter that came naturally from every girl I managed to work up the courage to approach.

In my class at Casey High - it was a school that had adopted a policy of allowing the older students freedom to dress as they wished, within reason - the girls, as if on cue, were a constant reminder of what I was missing out on. The tight fitting crop-tops seemed to accentuate their breasts and the skirts - if they chose to wear them instead of the hip-hugging designer jeans or pants that hung low enough to expose the top of the crack of their bottom and waistband of the thong panties they inevitably wore were short enough to expose plenty of thigh, even to the point of showing the girl's panties, thong or otherwise. If indeed they were wearing any.

It was a uniform, or non-uniform in this case that was deliberately designed to frustrate me. Even the young lady teacher who took me for that first class was dressed in a similar fashion.

To me the one good thing about being in advance of the rest of the class, which I was, and about having a good grasp of the subject, which I did, was the freedom it allowed me to look around.

For most of that first lesson my eyes were focused under the desks of some of those girls instead of on my computer screen. And I didn't miss a thing; eagle-eyed that's me. Every crossing and uncrossing of legs, every flash of panties seemed to attract my eyes like magnets. And then there were the girl's breasts, and because some of the girls wore bras and some didn't, a guy like me had to know exactly where to look, and it had gotten so that I was quite the expert with the see all at a glance look.

I particularly enjoyed looking at Julie Morris despite, or maybe because of, the way she treated me. Her short skirts were always that little bit shorter than the rest, and it was always fun to see if she was wearing underwear. She practically never wore a bra, but sometimes she didn't wear panties either. Not that I was ever able to get a good look at her vagina, but I did see high enough up her thigh to know when she was and wasn't, unless of course they were of the very brief thong variety, and even that was often enough to fire my very wild and very virile imagination.

Then of course there was the teacher. I would call her over for the slightest reason even though there wasn't anything in the basic computer course that presented a problem. Usually it was for her to test out all of the little problems she'd set the class. That of course required her to sit on my chair in order to run the programs. Of course I had to kneel down beside her to pay close attention to what she was doing, and to enjoy the delights of her lovely legs.

After more of the same in the third lesson mathematics - the second period was devoted to P.E (physical education) - it was lunchtime and a chance to position myself at my favorite table in the canteen with two of the slower students in the class. The main topic among the three of us was always some of the problems associated with the various classes. Not that I minded, on the contrary it afforded me the chance to slyly gaze on some of the girls in the room. That was until Julie Morris, the aforementioned spunky looking scantily dressed blonde who had made that awful scene yesterday, decided that it was time for a little more fun at my expense.

"Had a good fucking look jerk?" Her voice sounded angry, but she was grinning broadly at my rapidly reddening face. "What's the matter Robertson you fat fuck, never seen a pair of tits before?" She reached down gripped the hem of her mini-skirt in both hands and pulled it up as she slid her chair around so that she was facing me. "Then again you like looking at our legs too, don't you, you disgusting fucking pervert?" By this time her navy blue skirt was waist high revealing a very brief pair of light blue cotton panties. "Go on have a good look you perverted fuck, because it'll be your last. I'm going to make sure everybody knows what sort of a man; no..." she laughed as she realized she had the attention of the entire canteen, "...not man. Real men aren't the a slimy fucking retard you are."

"I ... I ... you can't ... I mean what ... what did I...?" I was devastated, it was as if this was a direct continuation of yesterday's personal attack, only more so, if that were possible.

"What did you do to me?" Her friends, there were five of them, were trying to pull her away, trying to pull down her skirt but she was having none of it. "Do you know how embarrassing it was to be asked out on a date by someone like you. And then you had the temerity to ask me to the formal." She looked me up and down with that expression of repugnance she seemed able to adopt at will. "Oh I can see what you've done with your physique, but to me you still look fat. Anyway, having done all that and being the school brain doesn't stop you from being a sleazy little cunt who makes my blood run cold." She stood up, straightened her skirt and picked up her sandwich and drink. "Come on guys," she said to her friends who were more than a little reluctant to go, "Lets take this outside, it's starting to smell in here."

"Wow!" One of my friends at the table, Gerry Connolly, looked at me with an expression of total disbelief. "What the hell did you do to deserve that?" He looked to the other guy sitting with us, Colin Bucknell. "I mean we all like to have a little bit of a perve, don't we Col'? I mean especially since they allowed girls to wear, or maybe not wear is a better description, what they wanted. I mean with all that's on display in this town why wouldn't we? I mean Christ almost every boy in school likes to look at what's on display."

"Absolutely. And I can't think of anything better than eyeing up all those legs and tits. I mean I agree, we all do it." He looked at me. "Don't worry about it Jus', she has a reputation as a slut. All right so she's knocked you back when you've asked her out, but from what I hear your not missing out on much."

"Yeah well that's all very well, but you weren't on the other end of that big mouth." I stood up and walked out of the canteen suddenly not wanting to finish my salad sandwich.

I lost interest in checking out the girls in class. Fortunately the work, which had been so easy in the morning, was even easier after lunch. This gave me plenty of time to think, plenty of time to notice some of the goings on in the class.

All through the lessons and during some of the five and ten minutes of free time I watched as several guys seemed to do exactly what Julie Morris had ridiculed me about in the canteen, which of course meant that it was me and not what I was supposed to be doing that she didn't like. What I couldn't understand was why. What was it about me that rubbed her up the wrong way. She never seemed to have any trouble getting on with other people in our class and in school.

I also found out that some of the girls and guys seemed to find that being friends and engaging in casual conversation came easily. Even the newer ones in class were able to strike up friendships easily. Oh there were times when a couple of the slower girls asked me for help, with the teacher's approval of course, when they had a problem. Guess they weren't scared of me being a pervert were they? Of course that should have been my opportunity, but it never was because I was always too scared, doubly so now, thanks to Julie Morris.

So, in the end I walked out at the end of the day feeling even worse than when I'd walked into school in the morning.

Chapter 5: After School - Mum Makes It Better!

"How did it go today?" Mum looked up from the kitchen table where she was drinking a coffee.

"Well it certainly wasn't as exciting as the start to morning you gave me, in fact it would have been much the same as any other if it hadn't been for a blonde haired girl in the canteen at lunchtime."

"Who? What did she do, say?"

I told her word-for-word about the incident involving Julie Morris and waited for her reaction. She surprised me by laughing.

"It's okay Justin," said my mother in response to my inevitably puzzled expression, "I promise that if you can survive the week, and if you honor your promise to come to our little soirée next Saturday night that Julie Morris won't cause you any more trouble."

When I started to ask what she meant she put up her hand. "Patience Justin, patience. Now Julie Morris excepted how was your day?"

"Well if you must know I didn't exactly have a frustration free day. In fact if anything today was worse than any other."

"Oh why? I thought we had accomplished so much?"

It seemed to me that mum didn't realize just how much of what we did before I left for school in the morning would affect the rest of my day.

I looked at her as I dropped my school bag. Sometimes I wished she didn't dress the way she did. Every day it was the same, mini skirt with tight fitting blouse, often without a bra, though not today.

I sat at down at her request, waited while she poured me a coffee and looked at the great expanse of thigh on display. I had always been a bit of a legman, oh I knew mum's tits were pushing through her bra against the fabric of the blouse, but it was still her legs my eyes were drawn to in the faint hope that I would catch a glimpse of her panties, if indeed she was wearing any.

I watched mum sit across from me, and then I took a sip of my black coffee as I began to explain how things were at school. "It's always the same thing mum. I can look at the girls and think about all the reasons why it should be easy to talk to them, easy to ask them out. But when it actually comes down to it I freeze up even when they call me over to give them a hand with whatever work they're doing. I mean I can't even ask them out because I'm too scared they'll say no. And then I worry about what would happen if I did manage to ask and they actually said yes! Would I be able to hold up my end of the conversation? And what would they think of me when they realized I couldn't even start one, couldn't even pick a subject that would be of interest to everyone? And besides all that, how many of them would be thinking about what Julie Morris said?"

"Forget about that bitch, she's the least of your problems. Right now I think that you're being a little unfair to yourself Justin." Mum pulled me to my feet, stood up herself and hugged me tightly. "You are a very intelligent young man with a body that is now doing exactly what you're telling it to. You have a cock and a sexual ability that would make you the envy of just about every other male in this country. And, if they were to ever find out about it, and if I had my way they would, most women would spread their legs in a second just simply to know what it would be like to have a cock like yours fucking them. Now, aside from all that, the only reason you think like that is because the girls at school intimidate you."

"Come on mum, there's another reason too. Sex is a preoccupation with me, every waking moment outside of school hours and when I do my homework I think of nothing else. And I would have to own up to such thoughts when I asked any girl out. I would also have to tell her about every one of my fantasies, about the dreams of sex with two girls, or of sharing a girl with another guy, or of being involved in, and by association having her involved in, your orgies." Mum started to say something but I stopped her. "Oh I know you're going to bring up this business of sexual freedom, and about this dress code thing that always seems to be cropping up, but don't you understand that that just makes matters worse for someone like me.

"You know mum, I'm starting to have some serious doubts as to whether there's a young girl out there my age who's as sex mad as you and dad and all of those incredible people you know and seem to constantly have sex with. I mean I know things have changed sexually in this town, but for me to find a girl who likes sex as much as you and your lady friends do I still have to be able to get to know them and therein lies the crux of the problem."

"But you know you can..."

"MUM DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND!" I realized I was yelling and apologized immediately.

"I'm sorry mum, I didn't mean to yell."

She leant forward and patted my shoulder indicating she understood.

"I mean I know you mean well with the invitations to your orgies and I do promise to attend tomorrow weeks one but what I really need to do is find my own way, find my own group of friends. Except that that is easier said than done, even in a town like this. So I guess I'd like to think that the answer to the question of whether there is a girl for me, a girl with the same beliefs and desires, is yes. But then even if there were a girl out there for me what chance would I have of finding her? What chance would there be that she would like me enough to...?"

"Now I maybe biased because you're my son, but after this morning in the bathroom I think that you underestimate your attraction to the opposite sex Justin. I mean what I said before wasn't just a mum talking up her son, I meant it."

Mum pressed one hand against my backside to hold our hips together while she gripped my chin in the other. "I don't think there's any doubt that some of the girls in your class would find you handsome and your body a real turn-on. I mean they must all have seen just how much you've improved yourself over the last six months, and surely they must know just how much strength of character that takes. And I'll just bet that some of the girls when they asked you for help in class would jump at the chance if you volunteered to help with their homework. I know I would. But you have to be honest with them after you ask them out and things look as though they might have a chance of developing further."

She forced her hand between our hips and rubbed it against the outside of my shorts. "Just don't be brutally frank, that would be bound to drive her away. All you have to do is make sure that she knows how you feel, the kind of relationship that you're looking for. I guarantee that she'll thank you for being honest even if she says no. And don't worry about what she thinks, about whether she'll tell any of the other girls. Heaven knows your only searching for a girl with similar tastes to yours, and surely there must be some girls who would love a chance at something special like this."

My mother seemed deep in thought for a while before she finally spoke again. "You know your father was the first and only man I ever wanted to marry, and I knew that after a mutually passionate kiss at the end of the first date, knew it after he said there was something I ought to know about him and his extraordinary sex drive. That's when we realized that we had the same beliefs about sex being fun, something to enjoy like a game of cards, a book or a good film." She gripped my erection between her thumb and index finger. "If I said I loved your cock, loved playing with it, does that mean I don't love your father?" She was rubbing my prick up and down as she looked at me and smiled. "Hey I've got an idea Justin. It's something I did with your father and I'm going to do it with you. Plus I'll kill two birds with one stone." She pointed at my schoolbag. "Bring your ruler. It does have inches doesn't it?"

I nodded too puzzled to do anything but follow her. When she headed upstairs I was almost sure I knew what was on her mind. Then when she pulled me into her bedroom I was certain.

"When I said that you underestimate your attraction Justin I meant it." She began to undo the buttons of her blouse. "Do you know I've thought of practically nothing else except your incredible body? All I've thought about all day is seeing it again. Please undress for me Justin, if only to help me prove something I've been suspicious of all day." She allowed the blouse to slip off her shoulders and drop in a pile of silk on the floor before pushing the waistband of her skirt off her hips and kicking it onto the same pile.

"Ooohhhh! Oh Jesus!" was all I could manage as mum posed legs apart hands on hips. "Oh Jesus ... oh fuck!"

Mum was wearing a birthday present bought for her last year by my father. It was a scarlet red bra and G-string set, the bra was almost see-through and made her breasts look even sexier. The G-string was so sheer that I could quite clearly see her bald, totally hairless vagina. Just the sight of her sex, semi covered as it was with that transparent material sent a shiver of excitement through my whole body. The thought of how and when she must have shaved off that little diamond patch of pubic hair made me want to fuck her. And that made me feel wicked and sexually perverted, even though I sensed that a part of her subconscious wanted me to. Oh what am I talking about, I know she wanted me to fuck her, and I know that she knew I wanted to fuck her.

Well anyway there was one thing I could do, and that was look. My mother presented a highly erotic sight maybe more so than when she was completely naked dressed the way she was and it had the obvious effect.

I watched as she walked over to me. "You were supposed to undress for me Justin." She reached for my shirt and began to pull it over my head. "You remember when your father bought this for me don't you?" she said indicating her underwear.

I shook my head. "No, only that dad bought it at one of them parties that you held. I was in my room watching TV if you remember."

"That's not strictly true though is it Justin." She pressed her firm breasts into my chest and rubbed those delicious nipples up and down my upper body until they were as stiff and as unyielding as could be. "You saw a little of that party didn't you?"

I waited as she gripped the waistband of my shorts and began to push them down along with my underpants.

"Sneaking downstairs like you did. You got a nice little view from the back, of me and a couple of girlfriends didn't you sweetheart?" She held the waistband of my shorts and Y-fronts against the head of my cock before pulling them away and allowing the throbbing knob to spring against my stomach. "Oooh, so beautiful." She rubbed the huge length of it with the palm of her hand.

"No I ... er..." I started to stammer a denial but one look at the way she was smiling changed my mind. "Yes I did. I couldn't help it, knowing that you were all trying some of these sort of ... er ... clothes." I watched her kneel down and take my cock in both hands.

"It wasn't just clothes was it Justin?" She began to wank it gently with first one hand then the other before reaching for the ruler. "You saw us trying on underwear. You even saw these didn't you? But you didn't see them on me though did you? You saw them on my girlfriend Jane."

She placed the ruler along the length of my throbbing member and took a deep breath before smiling broadly. "Magnificent! Just as I figured, but on a lad your age, how can you possibly have 11-inches like that?" she said confirming what I'd already known. "You're a dream come true for any woman and certainly a dream come true for me. I'll tell you something Justin," she took a lick of my cock, "Jane and my other girlfriends would appreciate a lad with your physical attributes. And whether or not you've got a girlfriend by next Saturday, whether or not you've had sex by then I'm going to show you off. You're going to make your debut at that night's party!"

"B-But what about the Julie Morris thing?"

"Fuck Julie Morris she's nothing but a slut with a cunt almost as big as her mouth. And trust me when I say she won't be a problem after the party, as long as you do keep your promise and attend. That's all I need to know, whether or not you are going to come to the party?"

"I er ... did sort of promise didn't I?"

"In that case I'm going to make a phone call in a little while and you can listen in on the phone in the kitchen if you'd like."

"Well if that's okay." Of course I wanted to listen, I was interested in what, if anything, she could do about Julie Morris. "So I ... er ... I think I might ... er ... can I take your underwear off?" I asked reaching for the clasp on her bra.

I already knew of course that the answer would be yes but I had to ask. Then before I started taking it off I watched as my mother took my penis into her mouth for the second time today. I had to hold myself to attention as mum attacked it with relish. "Oh Jesus H. Christ, how can you mum? I mean I thought that this morning was just one of those things but again this afternoon are you sure that this is ... are you sure you should be doing...?"

She shut me up completely as she masturbated my cock with both hands while she ran her tongue along its massive length. Then she took the head into her mouth and pushed her tongue against the piss-slit before she swallowed another couple of inches.

I watched as she took more and more into her mouth, all the time looking up and smiling. Then just as I thought she was going to take it all she stopped with three inches to spare and sucked harder and faster as she followed her sucking mouth with her wanking fist. All this she did with a smile on her face until finally she managed what I still thought was impossible, despite her having done it this morning, and deep-throated my entire 11inches. When I felt my cock poking into her throat the inevitable happened and I came in her mouth, throat this time, for the second time today.

She licked her lips to catch a stray drop of cum, and then grinned like Cheshire cat. "Uuhhmmm, oh yummy, I do love the taste of cum." She lapped at the head of my cock with her tongue. "Especially when its family!"

I watched as she stepped slightly to the side and allowed me to remove her bra and G-string while she held onto my penis. It appeared as if she was waiting for it to shrink down. I thought that maybe mum had some sort of idea that this morning was just one of those things, a fluke. Well if she did then I had news for her, good news by the sound of it.

She was grinning like a Cheshire cat. "This morning wasn't just one of those things was it Justin, come on let's lay you down." She used my still hard penis to guide me to the bed where she made me lay down. Then she squatted side-on and took a fresh hold of my hard-on while she grabbed my left hand and placed it on her vagina "You don't need me to tell you what to do now." She looked from me to my penis, which was as hard as ever.

My index finger found her cleft and I even managed to ease it inside at the first attempt. I'd seen it this morning of course, but this was exciting; my first touch was arousing, stimulating, the stuff of wet dreams and fantasies. My finger became instantly wet as her vaginal lips began to swell at my touch. Then there was a moan as I located her clitoris, teased it out of its protective hood and began to gently knead it. I wondered in my own mind as I began to push two fingers further inside whether it was on hers to do more than just play. I certainly hoped not. Somehow while this felt good, even if there was just a touch of guilt in the back of my mind I knew I wouldn't be able to handle it if she wanted us to have sex, at least not yet.

"God I still can't get over this ability of yours to retain a rock hard erection for as long as you do. God, even your father who's always been the best I've ever known when it comes to giving me a wholehearted fucking can't manage that; couldn't manage that, even when he was a teenager."

I was in heaven as I used the sensuous rhythm created by my mother's wanking of my erection to finger her towards what I hoped was an approaching orgasm of her own. Then, sensing that I was close she began pumping my prick for all it was worth while she pushed herself against my hand, obviously giving me the signal that she herself was about to come.

"I mean--" she placed her hand over mine and pushed it hard against her juicy, almost dripping, cunt "--your father can get his erection back in quick time but he's never been able to maintain one like this! Push those fingers inside my cunt Justin, come on forget I'm your mother, pretend I'm one of those little sluts at school and that you're fucking me with them. I want to feel a climax while I make you come again. I want your prick to go limp so that I can measure its slackness, so that I can give you the satisfaction I failed to do this morning."

"Maybe that was the problem this morning mum, maybe twice just wasn't enough."

"Oh yeah, and how many times would be enough? I have a feeling that no matter how many times you came at home you'd still be around school with a hard-on thanks to the way those horny little sluts dress. Now come on get those fingers up my cunt and fuck me!"

I pushed my fingers right in and fucked her with them. It was still hard to believe that someone like me actually had his fingers in a vagina, even if it was mum's. Now all I needed was to get my penis into one, and that definitely wasn't going to be mum's, at least not until I'd had sex with someone else, even if it was one of mum's friend at next Saturday nights party. After all fingers are one thing, but a penis; well to me that was something else entirely.

On an instinct that just sort of came to me out of nowhere - maybe it had something to do with my reading material - I pulled my fingers out and licked the juices that coated them. "Uuhmmm, that's nice!" I said as I went to push them back in.

"Oh, you like that Justin?" And when I nodded my head she continued, "In that case then I've got the perfect idea for the next step in your sexual education."

I knew immediately that she wanted me to do to her what she'd already done twice to me. What I really needed then was the time to decide if I was ready for that but she didn't give me that time, oh no not my mother, she squatted over my face with her back to me and lowered her dripping pussy lips towards my waiting mouth. Then she reached forward, arched her back downward until we were in the classic sixty-nine position, took my erection in both hands and began to feed it into her mouth until she had it deep in her throat again.

"Ooohhh yes mum yeesss. Please do it."

I managed to get those words out before the juicy pink labia lips of mum's vagina made further speech impossible. I gripped each cheek of her bottom in my hands, dug the fingers into the tender flesh and spread them apart as my tongue began its exploration of her warm juicy hole. With no experience to guide me I could only rely on instinct, on what mum was doing to me. Not that that was such a bad thing, I mean instinct and doing what comes naturally often makes for the best sex.

Her hands were wanking me slowly, her tongue licking around the bulbous head of my penis as her mouth made slow sensual forays up down its 11-inch length. Each time she brought me to the peak of excitement only to bring me back down again.

'Well' I thought 'what's good for the goose' as they say. So using mum as a guide I began to do the same thing. I began to use the tip of my tongue to lightly touch the tender outer flesh of her pussy. Mum's immediate reaction made me realize I must have been doing something right because I felt the slightest of shudders go through her as she bounced her hips a little in response, as her attentions to my penis became a little more animated. On my path up and down the slit between her pouting, puffy labia I lapped my tongue on the small button like structure that I knew was the clitoris, occasionally sucking it between my lips. It brought an immediate and vigorous response.

"Oh God Justin, OH FUCK!" She took her mouth off my cock long enough to look back in my direction. "Where did you learn to suck pussy like that? You've barely got your tongue working and I'm already close to orgasm. Jesus if I didn't know better I'd say you'd done this before."

I waited for her to say something else but she didn't, instead she took me back into her mouth and began pumping for all she was worth. It was as though she knew she was going to come and was fully intending to bring me off at the same time. So I took my cue from that and forced my tongue between the outer lips of her sex in search of the inner entrance while my thumbs began to massage her clitoris. If her physical reaction wasn't enough to tell me I was doing everything right then her pleasurable moans were.

Then finally it happened, the explosion of pleasure as I blasted a load of cum down her throat for the second time since I'd been home and for the third time in less than ten hours. It was an explosion, a climax that was more than matched by the excitement of my mother. Then sensing that she was about to come, I pushed my head up hard against her cunt and forced my tongue all the way in as I squeezed her erect clitoris and brought her to a shattering climax that sprayed juices all over my face.

"Marvellous, absolutely fucking marvellous."

My mother slipped off me and lay on her side as she waited for my cock to wilt so she could measure it. I Just knew that mum must have thought that this morning was just a freak occurrence, but I knew that it wasn't and that the wait was going to be in vain, so I waited for the inevitable cry from my mother. I didn't have to wait long.

"HOLY FUCK! You cannot be fucking serious Justin. You mean this is normal, two climaxes without losing your hard-on. Fuck! I don't know whether I should keep this a secret, I mean somewhere out there a young girl or a woman is missing out on what could possibly be the eighth wonder of the world. Surely they'd only need to know what this magnificent thing--" she took my erection in her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze "-is capable of." She lay down on the bed and indicated for me to squat between her legs facing her. "Now you know what I want you to do don't you?"

Of course I did, well at least I thought I did. But it still didn't stop me from looking suitably stunned, didn't prevent me from struggling to put a coherent sentence together. "I ... I ... mum I don't think we should... I mean I'm not ready ... that is..."

Mum couldn't help but laugh good-naturedly. "It's all right Justin I'm not expecting you to fuck me. Not yet anyway. No what I want is for you to masturbate and then when you climax spray my belly, tits and face with your cum."

Relief flooded through me; after all it wasn't that I didn't want to fuck my mother. It was just too much too soon. Then I thought about what I was going to do and realized I was getting embarrassed again. "Mum are you sure that...?"

"Just do it honey," said mum smiling. "You've no idea how good it's going to be for me seeing you spray cum all over me. And I just know that you're going to like it."

I just shrugged my shoulders and, accepting that this was part of my education, took my hard-on in hand and began to masturbate. It didn't take long to reach the point of no return either. After all the inspiration was right in front of me in the shape of my mother's breasts and her vagina. A vagina that was hot, wet and dripping with her juices.

Soon I felt the sensations as my climax rumbled through me like an erupting volcano. "Oh God, oh fuck here it comes." I aimed at my mother's stomach and tits. "I'M COMING, I'M COMMMIIIINNNNG, OH FUCK, FUUCCCKKKK!"

I watched my cum as it sprayed from the head of my penis. The first blast landed on her nose and her chin despite the fact that I'd aimed for her tits. The second went even higher, towards her eyes, but fortunately she closed them. Then finally I had success with the third, forth and fifth shots, which landed successively on her left tit, right tit and stomach before the last landed on her recently shaved pubic mound. Then I watched my mother as she scooped up the semen with her fingers and licked it with great and obvious delight.

After she had finished she turned to me and smiled. "That was absolutely amazing, I think you blew as much then on your third time as you did on your first come this morning. Like I said Justin, you are truly the eighth wonder of the world."

For my part I was just lying there basking in the pleasure of a very pleasurable post-school afternoon. I looked at my mother and said, "Surely I'm not

that...?"

"Unusual? Don't you believe it young man." She reached for the ruler and measured my cock, which had now shrunk to its normal softness, before showing me the results. "See, 8-inches and--" she looked back at my cock before getting to her feet and pulling me up with her "---as much as I hesitate to believe it's true it's starting to get hard again." She grinned at me and gave it a gentle slap. "But you'll have to take things in hand again because your father's due home in less than an hour and I have this phone call to make. And don't say anything when you're listening in. Not that it'll really matter I suppose, but it'll probably be better if she thinks it's just me on the phone."

"I won't mum."

"Now when you get downstairs wait until five o'clock." She looked at her watch. "That's in eight minutes. Then gently pick up the phone.

"Then I have dinner to get ready before your father and I have our usual after dinner fuck." She winked and grinned at me. "And don't be shy, you're welcome to come and watch, or," she said with another sly grin, "watch and come!"

Yeah right, as if I was ready to do that. I watched my mother's sexy arse as she stepped into the en-suite before I walked out of my parents bedroom, towards my own and a couple of magazines I was keen to have a look at before I went to the garage for my afternoon work-out on the gym equipment dad had had installed in our spacious three-car garage.

As I was walking to my bedroom I thought about how I'd masturbated and come all over my mother and how much she had enjoyed it. All of a sudden I didn't feel so guilty about masturbating to a fantasy about my mother and that mystery girl any more.

Chapter 6: The Phone Call And The Plan

I waited the required ten minutes before picking up the phone. I heard the phone ringing on the other end of the line and wondered just who was going to pick up the phone at the other end. I don't know why but I hoped it wasn't Julie Morris. Oh I knew the call was about her, I'm not that silly, but I just hoped that mum didn't have to talk directly to the bitch.

"Hello," came the breathless voice on the other end of the phone, "Jane Morris."

Now I understood. It seemed obvious that Jane Morris was Julie's mother and the same Jane that was a regular visitor to mum and dad's orgies. If that was the case then I reckon it was a fair bet that Julie Morris would somehow find herself coming to next Saturday night's party.

"Hi lover," said my mother, "you sound more than a little out of breath, what have you been up to?"

"Oooh, nothing yet Mary, but I'm hoping. I've got the lawnmower man here, he cums very highly recommended if you'll pardon the... OH YES THAT'S NICE...!"

"So what were you doing before I phoned you dirty bitch."

"Sunbathing of course, after all I'd caught up on all the housework so I decided to work on my tan. I undid the straps to avoid all those horrid tan lines and I kind of ... er ... forgot to do them up and I was naked when I walked into the house, still am. I kind of like told him I would be inside answering the phone if he, you know, wanted anything."

"You slut! And what's nice? It's that lawnmower man isn't it? Come on spill, what's he doing? Is he fucking you yet, has he got his big cock pounding your cunt yet?"

"Not yet, but he's got those big hands on my tits."

I could hear a kissing sound; it was obviously Jane Morris was kissing this lawnmower man whoever he was. Well whoever he was he was one lucky man. I mean I can't even get a girl to go on a date with me and here's this guy going around mowing lawns and servicing the lady of the house as an added bonus.

"But judging by what I can feel down there--"

God now she had him in her hand. Was there no end to what I had to put up with?

"--It shouldn't be long.

"Uuhhmm Mary, he's undressing."

Then I heard the sound of a kiss, not two people kissing but the sound a person makes when they blow a kiss to somebody.

"Oh he's ... he's big! God I reckon he's bigger than Noel and just about as big as Ray and Louis."

I heard the sound of a stall being kicked away. It wasn't hard to guess what that meant. At least to me it wasn't.

"Come on lover," continued Jane Morris from the other end of the phone line, "put that gorgeous thing where it belongs."

"You horny bitch!" responded my mother in typically forthright manner, "You know you've got a cheek getting some guy to fuck you while we're talking on the phone."

"Oh you can talk bitch, what about that time you fucked the pizza guy in front of Louis while we were talking on the phone?"

WOW! Now that was something I'd never heard about. Even with all the things I knew they got up to, and all of the things they spoke about, I never knew about stuff like that.

"That was different it was Louis's idea."

"Yeah right, like you wouldn't ... OH GOD FUCK ME TERRY ... wouldn't have ... OH YEAH STICK IT UP ME ... wouldn't have fucked ... COME ON BABY FUCK MY CUNT ... fucked him anyway!"

"Probably." Replied mum giggling. "Anyway I reckon the fact that I went to the front door nude might have had a little to do with it don't you?"

"Yeah maybe, but why do I think ... OH PLAY WITH MY TITS HONEY ... why do I think you would have ... OH GOD ... why do I think you would have fucked him anyway? And by the way why have you called? It can't be ... OH GOD IM COMING! COUNT THEM BABY, HERE'S NUMBER ONE BABY, I'M COMING ... because of ... OH GOD YEAH FUCK ME MR. LAWNMOWER MAN FUUCCCKKKK MEE ... tomorrow night. I mean you know ... OH FASTER TERRY FASTER, FUCK ME HARDER I CAN FEEL NUMBER TWO ... how I wouldn't miss having Louis cock pounding my ... OH GOD IT'S COMING, I'M COMMMIIIINNNNNG, OH FUUUCCCCKKKK! God Mary you know I wouldn't miss having your Louis fuck me, just like ... OH FUCK... Just like my Noel wouldn't miss fucking you and ... OH FUCK, HIS COCK IS POUNDING MY PUSSY ... getting his hands on and his dick between those gorgeous tits of yours."

"I know that's not why I rang. I..."

"Hang on sweetie, this sounds serious. If you can wait a second I think my man is about to give up the goods. I'll just finish him off then we can..."

Jane Morris came to a sudden stop as I heard a faint but familiar, and obviously raised voice say, "Well you certainly couldn't accuse him of slacking off on the job could you?" I knew immediately to whom the voice belonged to.

"Julie just walked in the door Mary, gave the poor guy a fucking heart attack." Then I heard Jane Morris obviously talking to the lawnmower man. "Now don't you fucking dare stop Terry. Oh by the way I'd like you meet my daughter Julie. Julie meet our new lawnmower man Terry. Terry, Julie's a slut too. Been one ever since they pulled her out of her mother's horny cunt."

I guess it all happened quickly after that. Terry evidently orgasmed deep inside the Jane Morris vagina and then, after Julie apparently, well that's what her mother said she did, knelt down and cleaned him with her mouth, allowed himself to be led up to the girl's bedroom.

Then Jane Morris returned to her conversation with mum. "Back again babe. Well that's made my afternoon. Now, do you mind telling me the real reason you called?"

"Of course, first where's Julie and has she got access to an extension?"

"No. And anyway she's upstairs with my lawnmower man and his thick 9-inches, I mean that's only a guess because I didn't exactly measure it, but I did measure Rays and his was 8-inches and I reckon this guys has to be at least an inch longer and maybe a half an inch thicker. Anyway, she'll want to fuck him and get her homework done before her brothers get home and fuck her senseless. Now come on Mary what's this all about and what has it got to do with Julie?"

God I wanted to kill the bitch. There was her saying all of those nasty things to me calling me fat and perverted and whatever else and she not only does it with just about any guy with a cock, including just about half of the boys at school, but also has sex with her brothers and probably her father and that Ray guy as well. Oh I know incest is legal now but she was probably doing it with them before they legalised it.

Mum responded to Jane Morris's question with, "I'll get to that. First of all you know how I've been saying that I was going to try and get to know my son better and that Louis had been encouraging me?"

Oh my God she's going to tell all about what we did. Though thinking about it did I really expect anything else, after all mum has never been anything but straightforward and up front about anything she did or what she thought.

"Of course I do, I mean sex is fun, and fun starts at home, right?"

"Absolutely, and this morning I found out just how much fun it's going to be."

"You mean you..."

"No I didn't fuck him, but God I wanted to. No I just gave him a handjob and a blowjob. Then this afternoon I gave him another blowjob before we sixty-nined, twice I deep-throated him by the way, and before I made him masturbate and blow his load all over my stomach, tits and face. Oh and that's another thing, he blows just as much... But I'll get to that later."

"Oh no you don't bitch, tell me now, you can't..."

"Oh yes I can, anyway first things first. My Justin came home very upset with something that somebody said to him at lunchtime. This person called him a... Hang on let's see if I can remember the quote. Oh yes, this person said, and I quote it word for word as he told it to me, 'Had a good fucking look jerk?'"

"Mary, you're talking about..."

Oh no! Mum was planning to tell her the whole incident word for word. This was going to be totally embarrassing, and yet I couldn't say anything. I mean what would she think knowing that I couldn't stick up for myself and needed my mother to do it for me?

Mum interrupted her. "Hang on Jane let me finish. My son said her voice was angry, but that she was grinning broadly and enjoying his embarrassment. Then

Justin said that she said, 'What's the matter Robertson you fat fuck, never seen a pair of tits before?' And that was apparently when she lifted the hem of her skirt and pulled it up as she turned around so that he could see.

"Once she was satisfied that she had my son's and the entire canteen's attention she continued her abuse by saying, 'Then again you like looking at our legs too, don't you, you disgusting fucking pervert?' By this time of course this girl's navy blue skirt was high enough on her thigh to reveal a very brief pair of light blue cotton panties. Then the girl said, 'Go on have a good look you perverted fat fuck, because it'll be your last. I'm going to make sure everybody knows what sort of a man; no...' at which point she apparently started laughing when she realised she had the attention of the whole canteen. And that's when she changed it to say, and I'm still quoting here. 'I mean I'm going to make sure everybody knows what a fucking retard you are'. And she hadn't finished even then Jane. When my son asked this girl what he'd done she said, and still I'm quoting. 'What did you do to me? Do you know how embarrassing it was to be asked out on a date by someone like you? And then you had the temerity to ask me to the formal'. She then, according to Justin, looked him up and down with that expression of repugnance she is apparently able to adopt at will and said. 'Oh I can see what you've done with your physique, but to me you still look fat. Anyway, having done all that and being the school brain doesn't stop you from being a sleazy little creep who makes my blood run cold'. I think it was at that point that this girl walked out of the canteen."

"Come on Mary I know why you specifically mentioned the navy blue skirt and light blue cotton panties, I know you know my daughter dresses and undresses anywhere she has an audience. So I know you know I would know what she's wearing, if that's not too confusing." Laughed Jane Morris. "I mean I know the girl you're talking about is Julie. The question is what do you want me to do about it? I mean I'm the first to admit that her big mouth is just about the only part of her that works harder than that gaping hole between her legs. I mean, that I believe you isn't in doubt, but the question is, as I said before, what do you want to do?"

Put her over her knee and spank her naked arse with a table-tennis bat until she couldn't sit down for a week is what I would have suggested. Of course that was me. Mum however had a different plan.

"Right at this moment nothing in the way of punishment, I mean until this afternoon I didn't even know they were at the same school let alone in the same class. What I would like you to do is make sure that Julie comes to next Saturday night's party."

Now there was a radical punishment if ever I heard one. Now why didn't I think of that? Punish her by inviting her to an orgy so that she can spend all night doing what she loves to do anyway.

"Oh! Now you do know that inviting Julie to an orgy isn't exactly a punishment don't you. I mean it's like locking a young boy in a sweet shop for the night."

"Oh it won't exactly be a reward Jane."

"Mary you're not planning to hurt her are you, now I know what she's said is hurtful but ... you know it's one thing to call a person names, even nasty ones like my Julie used but it's another thing entirely to..."

"Jane you know me better than that. All I want to do is make sure that the girl gets her just deserts and it won't be by physically harming her or tanning her naked arse, though heaven knows she deserves it."

"Agreed. Now it sounds to me as though you've got something very devious in mind. But you know I can't make any promises I mean you know what Julie's like. You know how many times she's refused our invitations."

"Oh I think you'll get her here Jane."

Now I was starting to get interested. I didn't exactly have to be Einstein to work out that this plan has something to do with mum wanting me to make sure I attended next Saturday night.

"Oh why?"

"Well, you remember when I spoke about giving Justin those blowjobs and how much cum he shoots?"

"Of course I do, you stopped and wouldn't tell me any more. But what has this to do with Julie?"

"Well when I gave Justin that first blowjob this afternoon he blasted maybe six jets of cum deep into my throat. And the best part about it was that he was still hard. Anyway he stripped off the only remaining garment I was wearing, it was that red G-string from that set that Louis bought me, you remember the ones?"

"Of course I do now get on with it I'm getting horny just listening to you talk about giving your son a blowjob."

"You're fucking yourself aren't you, you dirty bitch? I'll bet you've got two fingers in that sloppy cunt of yours haven't you, you slut!"

"Of course I have, now get the fuck on with it before my daughter finishes with the lawnmower man and comes downstairs."

"Okay. Well after he removed my G-string panties we were naked and then we got into the sixty-nine position and he tongued my cunt and I deep-throated his thick 11-inch..."

"WHAT! WHAT DID YOU FUCKING SAY?"

"I said I deep-throated his thick 11..."

"I heard what you said you stupid bitch. It was a rhetorical question. The question I really want to ask is how can a 17-year-old boy have a cock that big, and just how big is it likely to get?"

"Fucked if I know. But I'm not complaining, now can I finish my story?"

"Of course!"

"Okay. Well we sixty-nined each other and he came for a second time blasting another six huge jets of cum deep into my throat and I thought that would be it. I mean I'd already known from those episodes this morning that he could hold an erection after one climax but time prevented me from finding out more. Anyway you could have knocked me over with a feather when he was still just as hard, if not harder, than ever. You see I was waiting for him to go soft so I could measure his slack length against his erect length. That's why I decided to make him masturbate all over me. God I couldn't believe it, from in between my legs with his cock level with my pussy he blasted one onto my nose and another onto my eyes, which I just managed to close in time by the way. Then he finally got his aim right. You see I'd told him to aim for my tits and stomach. Anyway he landed the third, forth and fifth jets onto both tits and my stomach before the sixth and last dribbled onto my bald cunt."

"You shaved!" I heard Jane Morris laugh. "Noel will be pleased."

"Uhhmmm, I rather thought he would. And I think Louis will be as well, although I think that applies to most men. They seem to like sucking bald twats. Anyway to get back to Justin, I took the opportunity to measure him straight away, he's got almost exactly eight slack inches by the way, and it's just as well I did because he started to get another erection almost immediately. That's when I told him to fuck off to his own room while I made a phone call, which, of course, is this one."

Thank heavens she didn't tell her I was listening, at least from my own point of view. I doubted somehow that it would greatly affect her if she knew I was listening or not.

"Alright bitch you've got my interest, and you've got me jealous, now tell me what you have in mind and why you think I'll get her there."

"How about three hours with Justin after the party and as many orgasms as you can manage while he fucks you every which way with his almost non-stop erection. All you have to do in return apart from getting her there is to convince Julie to allow herself to be blindfolded and tied to the kitchen table while my son fucks her silly."

Now I was interested. If things went according to plan, and with mum where sex was concerned they always did, I would be spending all night having sex with Jane and Julie Morris. I know that I could have had sex with Jane Morris on any one of umpteen Saturday nights, but that was then, as I've explained. Anyway it was the Julie Morris thing I was really looking forward to, the idea of having sex with her even if she wouldn't know who it was because of her blindfold really did appeal to me though I guess I would've liked it better if she could see that it was me that was ... that was ... well you know!

"All right Mary," said Jane, "Julie will be at that party even if I have to drag her by her hair. Now why the blindfold, and why tie her down?"

"I would have thought that would have been obvious."

"You mean because of what she did to Justin at school?"

"Partly, but also because if what you said about Julie is true then once my son starts fucking her with that big cock of his she'll be putty in his ... er ... hands."

Okay call me slow, but I was now starting to get the picture.

"Oh that's true, once she has a cock up her she won't stop until she's worn it out."

"That's what I thought, that's why I'm not going to take your daughter's blindfold off until Justin comes once and is well on the way to fucking her a second time. I figure that by that stage Julie will have climaxed several times and wouldn't care if it was a dog fucking her."

"And I think she'll be suitably chastened when she realizes who the owner of that amazing cock is. In fact I think I can guarantee an apology."

"Oh, you think so?"

"Yeah, one thing about our Julie, she won't let pride stand in the way of a chance get regularly fucked by a cock like that."

"In that case then my horny slut I'll leave getting Julie to the party on Saturday week in your capable hands. In the meantime I'm going to have a shower and greet Louis at the door naked."

"Guess you'll be having a late tea huh?"

"Fucking oath, what about you?"

"Oh I think I can find a way to amuse myself. Besides, when Noel and Ray and the boys get home I'll have a smorgasbord of cock to choose from."

I continued listening until they hung up after agreeing to the usual time for the following nights party.