Mrs. Morgan was about thirty-nine, her young daughter, Janet was just fourteen. Michael, the son, was fifteen. When I first met the family at their house on Central Park West, they were supposedly on their way to visit Dr. James.
His office was just up the street. The reason for this visit was Mike's physical examination before mother was to drive him off to the Military Academy where he was to spend the summer months.
On first sight, young Janet was an incorrigible, jealous, whiny little bitch, but at the same time, deliciously pretty, magnificently proportioned, with young, firm breasts swelling up beneath the slim dress she wore as she let me in the door, "please wait here. I'll call my mother," she said. "You must be Mr. Nutter."
I said I was he.
I watched her run up the stairs clutching her bottom cheeks with both hands as she glanced back down over her shoulder at me standing in the foyer. With a foxy motion she kicked up her skirt at the top of the stairs revealing a naked behind. She winked at me, then disappeared. I could see, even in the dimness of the hallway that she had extremely smooth skin. I could also see that my young charge-to-be for the summer was going to be a joy to behold, if not altogether hold in my arms. I disputed this possibility, but one can never tell.
At the teaching agency where I had gotten the job I had learned a great deal about the Morgan family, its problems since the father's death, but especially psychological details about Janet and her brother, Michael. The mother also played an important role, but I wasn't quite sure what this was, and the person at the teaching agency wasn't sure either.
The reason for the Military Academy for the son was earlier explained to me. At home Mike got all the best. He easily outshined his young sister. Mother was fed up with the children wrangling, their constant fist-fighting, locking each other up in their rooms in the great house, teasing each other without mercy until one or the other broke up in angry tears.
Mother was always getting between them, and finally she was fed up completely. This was how the decision about the Military Academy came about. It was the answer, to get Mike out of the house for the summer. But then, maybe Dr. James, who had been the family physician for years, could come up with a better resolution of the problem.
As I waited for mother to interview me, I saw Michael sitting downstairs just inside the front room entranceway. Actually, the room was more like a waiting room in some museum. There was too much unnecessary space. There was to much unnecessary and seemingly useless furniture. Too many windows, all extra large, looked out on Central Park. It could have been a beautiful room. When their father had died, the three of them inherited this place. But there was something sexy about it. A king-size mattress lay in the direct middle of the room, right in front of an extra-long couch.
When I first visited there, this is what I saw. And I was there to 'help' young Janet with her lessons. As I had first seen the child, a thousand doubts flooded my thoughts. If ever there was a sweet, young child (so to speak) who needed little or no help with her 'lessons,' it-was truly what was to become my sweet, ratty, sneaky, wine-whisky-drinking, pot-smoking, seductive, sexually feverish, dreamy eyed, white-toothed, eager Janet.
Otherwise, intellectually I mean, she was a mess.
Janet Morgan was a total psychological mess. And how she managed to get quite this way at the young age of fourteen, you are going to learn.
As I continued to wait in the hall I heard her throaty voice at the top of the stairs. I peered up. "Mother's getting ready, Mr. Nutter, she'll be down directly. I could have dropped dead. Janet was stark naked, and what was worse, her fingers were clutching her little cunny. In the dim light I could not immediately tell if she had pubic hair or not. Probably not, I thought. I could see two fingers deep in her slit as she stood there. "Just wait a few minutes more and mother will interview you," she giggled. She knew damned well what she was doing to me.
When the teaching agency first sent me to the address, this followed a somewhat lengthy personal interview, my credentials, et cetera, then a description of the Morgan family, I had more misgivings than ever. Furthermore, I really did have the summer off. I didn't want to waste it, but I had to earn money. I had taught at the university all damned winter long, and if anyone was truly fed up with pupils, the academy, even teaching, it was I.
Well, I commiserated with myself, things could have been worse. How I rationalized all my trials and tribulations as I finally signed the contract! The money was excellent, unbelievably excellent for tutoring a young girl whose grades in private school weren't really that bad. I had glossed over her dossier.
It was also a live-in kind of job. That is, if I wanted to live it. So far I didn't know, and I hadn't rented an apartment just in case. Glancing at the house after a leisurely walk up Central Park that early summer morning, I decided I would 'live-in.' Never have I ever lived in luxury, and this certainly looked like luxury.
Mrs. Morgan, the mother seemed to be a harridan at first glance. She also looked younger than her alleged forty years. She wore her prematurely grey hair in an old-fashioned bun. Her dressing gown, when she greeted me at the door, was lavender. It was also out of style. It reminded me of a remnant one might buy these days in an antique shop. But its softness was undeniable. It clung to her lithe body and just the first sight of it made me tingle a little.
The delicate white lace surrounding the scalloped neck of the lavender robe was indeed frayed, but it invited my eager eyes. I must confess right now how much taken I was with her intimate dress and her obviously full and handsome breasts seductively clothed by the gown. Once, as she was talking, I was able to peer inside the bodice. This caused a surge in my groin and I confess again that this was probably the chief reason that I didn't turn down the job immediately.
The other chief reason was Janet. Mother had her back to the child. Janet stood at the top of the stairs in the half light. She was feverishly rubbing her breasts together with one hand. With the other I could detect a bottle of something. Probably a wine bottle, I thought. She was gently sipping from this while watching us and listening to mother interview me. I could easily see the tiny pink nipples as she teased with her hand. She was smiling broadly.
Now, as I continued to listen to her mother, it was soon becoming obvious to me that mother was quite naked under the robe. Her one knee had parted the gown slightly as she shifted her weight. Reflected in the foyer mirror, I had a long, lingering glance at her naked legs from the ankle up to what looked like the bushiest, blackest, well-rounded cunt I had ever seen. My prick shot up inside my trousers so swiftly I was almost overwhelmed with embarrassment. I quickly closed my legs to hide the protrusion. As I continued to look, she caught me doing so in the mirror. There was no getting out of it. I could have died.
But she raised her eyes quickly and continued asking me questions. It became more and more obvious that mother was also a truly beautiful woman, her grey hair notwithstanding; the absence of any makeup, and her almost funny posture.
She stood somewhat like the captain of a seagoing vessel. Her strong legs were now fully astride. I had no difficulty at all peering at her bared crotch.
I kept wondering if this was deliberate. I was to learn later that it had been. She was testing me. Her feet were firmly planted on the rug. Looking down I saw she was barefoot. What a way to greet a gentleman at the door, especially a man as young as I who had come from a great university to tutor her young daughter.
This is probably why I finally accepted her invitation to come into the front room for a drink. I had decided already to take the job. And here I had thought that this first visit would have lasted only minutes, that it would have been nothing more than a conventional interview between an intellectually interested parent and a tutor in general studies. Oh my!
The living room into which I was directed and asked to sit down, was as disorderly as any I've yet seen. Directly in front of the leather couch which I mentioned, was the mattress. Next to his, rather surrounding it, were many mousy cushions, the old satin-covered type. There were any number of overflowing ashtrays. Probably the entire family smoked. There were also cocktail glasses, shot glasses, empty champagne bottles, plus other clutter. This room was a fabulous sight. Sheer unkemptness, carelessness. But it didn't offend me. I don't know why.
Probably the most unhappy kid I've seen slouched in an over-large chair in the corner near the open window. Next to him was a piano, one of those that plays its own music mechanically. When Janet came down this was where she sat, on the bench.
Mother still had not returned with the drinks. Janet was dressed and I got the impression from her indifference to me, that I had not seen her naked, toying with her young cunny or playing with her titties.
"My name's Janet Morgan," she said firmly, maturely. "That's my brother, Mike over there. He's going to the doctor to get his silly body examined."
Mike turned and growled at her. "Mind your fuckin' business," he said gruffly.
I blinked. Then I introduced myself. What kind of a family was this??
In came mother then with a tray on which she was balancing four water glasses. In her left hand she carried a bottle of whisky. I thought she had taken entirely too long to do this, probably to give me a chance to meet her children. She looked approvingly at the three of us. "Do sit down, Mr. Nutter."
She handed me a glass and poured from the bottle. "I hope you don't mind the absence of ice cubes."
I shook my head.
Janet spoke, "The refrigerator is broken. That's why we have no damned ice cubes.
"We never have any fuckin' ice cubes," Mike scowled from his slouched position. He was still the saddest looking kid.
Mother sat down on the couch right next to me. Too close, I thought. She made no effort to close her gown. By now the belt was hanging almost too loosely. I was afraid it would let go altogether, exposing her complete nakedness.
"Come over here and pour your own drink, Michael," she said, "if that's the attitude you're going to take about the ice cubes. You know I've called the man twice."
Like a zombie or an automaton, the young boy got up and came over. He poured a half glass full from the bottle. Then Janet slid off the piano stool, walked across the long room and did the same. She drank heartily from the glass.
I gagged on mine. I watched Janet sit down at the opposite end of the long couch. Janet saw this distance between us and started to move closer when suddenly Mike jumped right next to his mother. I could see a fight beginning. "I sit next to her," Mike said roughly. Obediently, or was it helplessly, Janet moved away. Now we sat in the following order. I, on the end; mother next to me; Mike next to his mother, and Janet, the forsaken one, on the very end. Mike stared at me with deep, dark, unfriendly eyes. He was jealous of my being as close to his mother. This was plain, but I didn't move. I gagged again on the warm whisky.
"We're a strange family, Mr. Nutter," Mrs. Morgan began. "If you really decide to take the job, straightening out Janet this summer, you can live in the house with the two of us, Janet and I. Mike is going off for the summer, aren't you Mike darling?" Mike said nothing, though I did hear a low groan.
"Yes, We have much more space than we really need. You can come and go as you please, even have your friends in. But there is one very important thing I will insist upon, Mr. Nutter."
I sat up and my elbow brushed against the richness of her full breasts quite naked under the lavender gown, and quite visible to me as I peered inside the gaping material. When Mike saw me looking inside his mother's robe, he quickly stood, slipped down his trousers and remained in his shorts. He glowered at me.
Holy Christ, was all I thought. What now??? He was jealous as a cucumber is bright green. I could actually see his young prick smoldering under the white of his tight jockey shorts. He had a big one, to be sure. Janet was ignoring him. His prick continued to rise, push against the thin cloth. I was sure it would escape.
"We are also a very close family, Mr. Nutter. Inside the house here we do as we please." As she said this, Mike's prick, of its own volition, leaped through the opening of his shorts. It was a beautiful, long and slim instrument. "Yes, we do as we please all of the time, don't we children?" she asked. Then to my astonishment, she blithely reached over and began caressing her son's naked prick. Her hand moved, slid up and down the rigid staff; " ... and the issue upon which I insist is that you, in no way, shape, or form, ever attempt to change our way of life." Her son's prick throbbed visibly in his mother grasping fingers.
Here Mrs. Morgan suddenly stood. Her belt fell to the floor and she slipped immediately out of the robe. It, too, fell to the floor. Her white nakedness was magnificent. Her hand now gone from her son's turgid penis, he, himself was clenching it in his fist, his other fingers groping between his legs and fondling his hardening testicles.
"Mr. Nutter, I can pay you handsomely if you agree to do what I want you to do for my little darling daughter. But you must, you have to agree to our way of life. That's final."
She turned to face me and her breasts, the screaming cleavage between them, the rather large, deeply black nipples fully exposed to my glance, swayed almost in my open face. Looking down I could see her snatch, the furry hair covering the fleshy lips. My mouth began to water. I could tell she loved exposing herself. There was a delicate, almost melting expression on her lovely face.
She sat down again next to me, next to Mike. Janet was now looking over at her naked mother.
"Well, Mr. Nutter," mother said, rubbing her naked thigh against my knee, "do you agree to my condition?"
I was stupefied. I have been around the world several times, seen almost everything, met the damndest people, witnessed every possible sexual spectacle, but I had never seen this. Mike was unabashedly nuzzling his mother's naked tits with his darting tongue.
CHAPTER TWO
"I agree," said I. Who wouldn't have. Even if there had been no pay, I believe I would have agreed.
With my committal, Mrs. Morgan turned once more toward her young son. She put one arm around his shoulders. The other hand fingered his stiff prick. It was growing slippery from his juices oozing from the red hole at its tip. She gripped his prick. She leaned over and reached for her glass. She sipped from this slowly. Then she sat back, opened her legs, took one long look at me and said to her son, "Mike, darling, give your mother some head. Let Mr. Nutter see how good you are to me, how nice you can make your mother feel, why she loves you so much, every inch of you, your darling little cock."
I suppose she thought this was the supreme test to see whether I would object. I was fascinated, and especially by Janet down at the other end of the couch. She was all eyes as she watched.
Obediently her son stood up. He started to pull down his shorts when obviously, and unseen by me, mother had silently indicated to him to keep them on. Why, I couldn't figure out. Mike then kneeled down. Very carefully he spread his mother's naked legs. He stared deep into her inviting crotch. My prick was now as hard as the boy's.
Mother's extraordinarily slim, even sleek legs were now spread wide open. Her fat pussy was probably the most interesting I had seen to date. I could easily see the inflamed inner lips. They were a reddish-purple and were already shining with her juices, her anticipating her son giving head to her. Suddenly Mike went, all the way down and his head obstructed the delicious view.
"Oh yes, Mike, darling, give your poor mother some good head," she said to him gently, ever so softly, but with an intense, sparking desire behind the sexy words.
I could hear Mike's muffled voice buried between the lips of his mother's musky cunt. "Oh, mommy, do you want me to lick it for you?"
"Yes, darling. Lick it, please. Swallow my lips. Feed on it as I have taught you."
Janet was now staring straight ahead. By now my own prick was as stiff as a clenched fist. It bulged from under my straining trousers. I glanced over again at young Janet. She was sitting as peacefully as ever. But she was truly ignoring the blinding scene. She was staring instead at the piano across the room. She went to it. She turned on the mechanical apparatus, one of the automatic metallic rolls of music. But she turned off the sound. I could see the piano keys dancing silently, her eyes closely following the fluttering keys.
As Mike continued to suck and lick his mother, I could see that something was definitely wrong with Janet. But wasn't it more than mere jealousy? It seemed so to me. Wasn't it more like simple envy, nothing more than that?
Mother's face was contorted now as her son's tongue buried itself into her gleaming orifice. When he would come up for air, which wasn't often, I could easily see the purple hole, the lovely, shining lips of her flaming cunt. There came suddenly a cunning gleam in her eye, as if to match the bright lights flashing inside her cunt. She quickly jumped up, almost knocking her son on his ass.
"Christ," she exclaimed, "we've got to get to that damned doctor, my darlings. Why are we always trying to do so much in one day in this family of ours?"
She stood up and her hand caressed her sopping wet cunt. "Oh, Mike dearest, you did a wonderful job in getting your mother all wet. Now, get dressed, so we can leave."
She fondled the lips of her cunt then, poking in three fingers, half bent over as she did. I caught a splendid glimpse of her asshole. It was all puckered up. It seemed to bleat restlessly, pounding, as was her cunt. It was obvious her cunt was pulsating wildly as her long fingers spun inside.
Janet turned on the piano stool. She looked over at her mother. "Am I still coming along, mother?!" she asked.
"If you still insist, Janet," answered Mrs. Morgan. I could tell by the tone in mother's voice she wasn't too happy about Janet's coming along, daughter furiously. She ran then from the room. I
"I insist, and that's all there is to that," said her felt sorry for the rejected child, really sorry. I hate could hear her climbing the staircase to her room. I to see anyone rejected or scorned. I've always been that way. I made up my mind right there and then to give little Janet all I could, and if possible, help her to have a better relationship with her beautiful mother once the jealous, possessive brother was out of our hair. I really didn't take to him and I could tell he didn't like me either.
No sooner was Janet gone, then Mike, when mother approached closer to me. I was now sitting in the large chair next to the Florentine fireplace. Her closeness made me perspire. My stomach was churning. I was actually shivering and my prick began to snake around inside my pants. Her full, luscious naked breasts with those large, dark, almost black nipples with stubby firm tips came ever so slowly closer to my face. Her right hand began to fondle one heavy tit.
"Don't you want to nurse on this, Mr. Nutter?" This was the next part of the test, I thought. I wondered how many other tutors she had interviewed like this, and how many had probably fled the house in panic.
I gasped as mother took the fleshy breast and rubbed her nipple, her dancing fingers running teasingly, invitingly, the pressure of her fingers on the sharp white flesh, making bright red stripe marks on the undercurve. Her fingers bit into the protruding nipple, squeezing and pinching it right before my wide-open eyes.
"Please suck on it for a minute or two, Mr. Nutter."
Why I was resisting, I don't know. Even now I cannot remember. Mother's eyes were closed. I spoke and my voice was shaking.
"If I don't, Mrs. Morgan, will it mean I don't get the job?"
With this question she backed away sharply. Her eyes opened. Her nipples began to lose the stiffness. I could see the black flesh surrounding the peaks returning to normal. But she persisted. She stood only a little away from me. Now both hands clutched both burning breasts and squeezed them together. This was much in the same way as Janet had done on the stairs. She looked down at me, between my legs. I could tell her eyes were searching to see if my swollen prick would overrule my words.
"No, Mr. Nutter," she uttered. She was almost breathless from the passion she was wringing from her lusting breasts. "No, dear one," she said again. But still she stood in front of me, persisting. Her succulent breasts were still responding to the squashing they were receiving from her open hands, her grasping fingers. There was no tenderness now. She kneaded and pressed them, scrambling the naked, hot flesh. The marvelous globes responded. The nipples erected again. She opened and closed her eyes as her hungry breasts throbbed for my mouth. How those luscious titties yearned for my tongue to nurse on them, to bruise them.
This was what I was thinking-but was it my mouth? Wasn't it some other mouth. Mother Morgan was swiftly losing all control as her hands worked on the hardening flesh.
I lowered my eyes to the curly dark cunt hair covering her orifice. Her whole naked body began to tremble as her fingers and open palms continued to punish her breasts. Eyes now altogether closed, she stretched out the right nipple. I thought she would pull it from her breast so roughly did she tug on it. She pinched it cruelly. Her fingers pinched the nipple so viciously I squirmed, the ache, the pain I imagined her to be feeling, hitting me right in my groin.
"You're still not going to suck on this tit," she demanded, her eyes beaming passionately at me. "I've turned it into a little prick. Please nibble on it, oh, please, Mr. Nutter," she begged feverishly. Now she was shivering violently, her entire body demanding some satisfaction. Both firmly, rounded breasts were almost bright red from the terrible punishment her hands had wrought upon them.
"Will it mean, does my refusal mean that I don't get the job, Mrs. Morgan?" I asked again. I was about to stand and go-once my hard-on softened.
"You heard my answer before, Mr. Nutter. I never change my mind."
"Then, I don't want to, right now, Mrs. Morgan," I listened to my voice tell her.
Now, reader, I don't want you to believe that I am a sadist. I'm not at all. I believe you can understand my reluctance. I had to hold myself back. Simply, I was incredibly interested in what made this lovely, sexy woman tick. She absolutely fascinated me. The entire experience so far in the house was so alien to me, I couldn't make myself become' a part of it. Why couldn't I bring my mouth, my tongue, even my teeth to suck, lick, and bite on those gorgeous black nipples. I don't know. You would have done so. I do know that.
At this juncture, both Michael and his sister, Janet, came down the stairs. They'd been fighting upstairs. Again, the jealousy bit. I could see the angry glances they had for each other. Mother was still scrubbing her naked breasts, but now not as vigorously. I could tell her pussy was steaming hot, not only from its reaction to the feverish passion she had inflicted upon her breasts, but also from Mike's having kissed and licked it earlier. She continued to clutch and claw her breasts and the dark nipples. Her dark mound, seemingly of its own accord, came threatening closer to my face. I was staring into it as it pulsated, her musky aroma tingling my nostrils. I saw I was going to have to touch her despite myself.
"Mother," called Michael angrily. There was fire in his jealous eyes.
"Yes, my darling," Mrs. Morgan eventually answered, her voice scarcely audible. She cleared her throat. Her hands dropped to her sides. "Yes, Mike, what is it, dear?"
"Get the fuck dressed," he screamed at his mother. "We're going to the damned doctor to get my physical aren't we? Don't you remember? All you can do is stand there in front of him, doing what you're doing. Get the hell dressed before I go by myself."
I had never heard a fifteen year old boy speak this way to his mother. His voice sounded more like that of an irate, jealous husband.
Mother turned and without another word swiftly left us. Janet sat once more at the piano. She turned on the automatic player. Again the keys fluttered silently. This was all turning out to be very funny, I thought. Mike slouched again in the chair where I'd first seen him. He brooded silently, now and then glancing over angrily at me.
Janet sat on the arm of the chair next to me. She touched my shoulder gently. "Thanks for not touching her-just yet," she said. Then she whispered that she wanted me to come to the doctor's with them. My presence would help her feel better. As I looked up at her I found her to be more pretty than I had thought earlier.
She was wearing the same skimpy, thin dress I'd first met her in. Actually, she looked like an urchin. Her sandals were broken and very worn. I alternated in between two distinct impressions. One was that she was truly the original Cinderella. The other was that she was the first and last poor, little, rich girl. I could just not make up my mind as I looked into her lovely face.
As I sat next to her, I reached my hand to her bare knee tenderly. She put her hand on mine. I glanced over to her brother. He had opened his fly and was brazenly playing with his stiffening prick. Janet could not see this. Her back was to him. I watched him torment his little boy prick, as I felt Janet's fingers urging my hand higher on her bare flesh. Her eyes were beaming down at me. There was some happiness possible for her, I could tell she was thinking. But what on earth was I, Reginald Nutter, getting myself into?
"I can't wait until that sonofabitch is out of the house," Janet whispered to me. By now she had my hand all the way up on her thigh. "He's a pain in my ass."
"Do you think you'll like me for a teacher?" I asked, trying to change the subject. My prick was about to explode, so tender, so sexy was the scene now.
"If you let me be the way I really am," she answered. "I know you'll like me very much, but no one really understands me, what I need to do, and what I need done for me. It's not just my studies, my lessons which give me trouble, It's this," she said, and opened her legs, at the same time moving my petting fingers clear up into her naked crotch. I could have fallen apart at the brief touch, at her clean honesty.
I squeezed the lips of her cunny under her skirt. I sat up. "Tell me, Janet, what's' actually wrong in this house? I've got to know. I've never seen or experienced anything like it."
"And you never will," she said. Then she whispered, "pinch me there again, just softly. I love it. It makes me cream all over." I pinched her little pussy with my fingers again. She opened her legs wider. A glazed look came into both her eyes.
"Mike and my mother, that's what's wrong, if you want to know, Mr. Nutter, that's what's always been wrong around this fucking place."
By now Janet's thin skirt had climbed all the way up her young, naked legs. Absently I began to caress the soft flesh. My fingers stole up and down her open legs, darting in between them, touching her aching cunt. This was all done so innocently that the intimate communion, the sexiness we were both enjoying was extremely exciting to me. I had never touched a fourteen year old girl before. I could tell that young Janet felt the same excitement, the heated restlessness, the pounding, the avid sensations sweeping through her delightful body.
"If you really want to know, Mr. Nutter," she whispered so her brother could not listen, "my brother gets all the damned attention around here. He gets all the freedom, more money to spend than I do. I don't get nothing."
"' don't get anything,' " I corrected her.
She repeated the phrase correctly. "When he goes the fuck out of here, I'll probably be the happiest child on the block."
As my fingers continued to move cautiously between her naked thighs, they found a soothing but sopping wet hole. It quivered at the contact with my thumb. Luscious juices were already flowing from the sweet cunt lips. She was kissing my head. I loved the idea she wasn't wearing panties, that she had kicked off her sandals and that her little toes were naked to my gaze when I would glance down. I've always had a thing for bare feet.
My fingers scratched lightly along her inner thighs, finally one of them slipping silently, gently experimentally, deep (and I mean deep) into her pounding hole. This one finger became instantly flooded with Janet's hot cunt juices. I withdrew it quickly with a gushy, plopping sound. She gasped and kissed, almost biting my left ear.
"That makes me so fucking itchy," she cried out, hugging me closer. Then she realized Mike's presence. She stood up and quickly arranged her little dress. She hurried out into the foyer, rather into the area where the staircase led to the upstairs portion of the great house.
With all her strength and new power, she screamed:
"Mother, get the fuck down here instantly."
Michael still remained slouched in his chair. Now he had slipped his trousers down all the way. His stiff prick was pointing at his sister as she stood defiantly in the hall.
"Are you coming down here or not, mother?" she demanded to know. "If not, then none of us is going to the fucking doctor, and this simple brother of mine can sit here all summer jerking off. He's going to spend the summer here. Do you hear that, mother?" Janet was crying out at the top of her young lungs.
As I was to learn moments later, after Janet had run up the stairs to see what was keeping mother, mother wasn't listening to one word. She lay spread-eagled on her bed, her hairy cunt wide open, her eager, busy fingers stealing in and out, her fingers having a ravenous hunger for touch, pulling frantically, furiously at the hot, purple lips of her now dripping cunt.
She was also tickling her asshole with the fingers of her other hand. Finally she inserted one finger deep into her melting cunt. She returned the finger just in her asshole into her mouth and sucked on it. She felt dizzy, ready to explode, the pressure inside her juicy hole was so tremendous. Her fingers poked maddeningly, deeply again and again into her cunt. The sexy sensations were too much, almost driving her out of her mind.
"Mother, god damn you mother, are you coming down?" Janet persisted in shouting.
"Go on up and get her," I said. "That way you'll be sure to get to the doctors."
Between you and me, reader, I've spent a great deal of time waiting for women. Rooting them out physically from whatever they are doing, even brutally sometimes, seems to be the one sure-fire method to get them moving. At times I have been brutal about it, to be sure, but it has always worked. They move if you make them move. They do, if you make them do!
Watching her brother closely, I went out into the hall with Janet to reinforce her courage, her obviously new strength. She smiled at me. She took my hand and ran up the staircase, pulling me along behind.
We found her mother in just the position described above. But now her screaming cunt had already gushed forth with a violent, shivering orgasm. She lay quietly on the large, cluttered bed. Her lovely legs were spread wide apart, her burning cunt mound visible to her daughter's avid eyes. Even the glistening drops of come sleeking her white thighs was visible. I could see the dark sheet under mother's asshole was soaking from her drooling cunt.
Janet had never, but never seen her mother mauled by so much passion. Neither had she seen mother in such utter physical disarray before. Of course, she'd seen her naked, undressed at the bathhouse the family went to when the kids were younger. She'd seen her nude mother on the toilet, and in the bathtub, but never once in this wanton, almost lewd, and magnificently sexy position. And I could tell by looking into the child's eyes, that somehow she didn't really grasp the meaning of the whole situation.
Wide-eyed, Janet backed away from the door; mother opened her soft eyes and looked at us both, her eyes searching, demanding, the ache and the intense pain, the extreme pleasure of her orgasm still wracking her naked body.
"Come here, my little baby," she called to her daughter. Janet let go of my hand. It was totally perspired. She approached her mother gingerly, but was totally unable to tear her eyes away from her mother's gaping, sopping wet cunt. The very sight of it seemed to enslave the child's eyes. She took her mother's outstretched hand.
Mother's hand was gluey wet from the flushing juices still pouring out of her cunt. It felt slimy to the young girl, but this did not seem to bother her as I watched the scene.
As she was to tell me later, as a matter-of-fact, she liked the greasy feel of her mother's juices coating her mother's hands and fingers. Janet was full of smiles, now and then glancing over her shoulder at me.
Mother's slippery fingers led her daughter's hand directly to her open, steaming thighs. "Janet, said her mother endearingly, "I want you to play me a tune with your talented fingers, just like you play on the piano downstairs, only I want you to hear the sound of your mother's cunt responding to the touch of your fingers. Would you do that for your mother?" Mrs. Morgan raised up on one knee. She exposed her wet hole completely, the bushy, glistening hair, the still damp, sticky thighs, the gleaming drops of woman-come shining on her fine belly hairs.
"But mother, I don't know how. You've never taught me to do this," Janet complained. Then she couldn't resist the slighting remark. "Michael knows everything about your cunt. I know nothing."
"Oh, I'm so eternally sorry, my little darling. I'll teach you. Don't worry. Just as soon as your brother leaves for the Academy, we'll really get down to this business of making love. I owe it to you, my little Janet sweet."
This speech reminded Janet. "Oh, but mother, not now, please. What about Mike and that damned, fucking doctor he's supposed to see? Don't you realize, mother dear, that if we don't get him to the doctor for the exam, he'll never get to that place? And if he doesn't, then he's just going to have to be here all fucking summer long! Mother, I'd hate that," said Janet.
She was still fondling her mother's slimy fingers. "I'd hate that, for us, mother. Please let me play music in your cunt another time. Please, get ready to go with us." Janet smiled weakly at me and began to pull her mother's hand.
In vain did her mother's hand try to grip her daughter's fingers. Janet forced herself to pull away. Because her mother's hand had been so slimy with her dripping cunt juices, the daughter's hand slipped easily away.
Janet stood watching her mother finally sit up on the bed. Janet stared hungrily at her full, heavy breasts. She looked at them carnally. It was just possible they might all be hers, and soon. She loved her mother's sweet face, the languid look in her eyes, the absolute decadence of her open display of sensuality. Jan's eyes fell again to her mother's open thighs, again to the savage cunt nestling in her furry groove.
Then she tore her eyes away. She was visibly moved by the entire experience.
She walked toward me. Again she took my hand. I could feel the wetness of her mother's cunt between her fingers. We went downstairs. Mike was still jerking off. Janet saw his prick just in the process of shooting come all over the rug. "Isn't he the most disgusting sight you ever saw, Mr. Nutter?" Nonetheless, we both watched as Mike spilled forth, his prick dribbling hot sperm on the rug.
She squeezed my hand. "That's what he's always doing. See? Is it any wonder this house is in such a mess? He won't pick up his clothes. He won't even wipe up his come from the rug. He's vile."
She kissed my cheek. "What do you think of our lovely family now, Mr. Nutter?"
"I like it, I really do," I said. It was true. The whole business was going completely wild. I held the young girl at arm's length. "And I do agree with you, sweet one," I said, kissing her brow, " ... about your brother. And I promise you, that together we're going to do something definite about it."
I took her into my arms then. I held her as close to my body as possible. I could feel her young .breasts pressing against my chest. I could feel at once the softness, the hardness of those young globes, the sweeping swell of them as I pressed even harder against her. I could feel her thighs opening, sense, even visualize them opening as I knew she was feeling my stiffening prick pressuring between her legs.
I reached up under her dress with one hand and felt her little naked cunny, the sweetness I had already pinched and slipped my fingers and thumb into, but had yet to taste, yet to lick and suck.
I lost all sense of propriety and kissed her full on the mouth.
"Oh, I do like that, and you, so very much Mr. Nutter. I think I'm falling in love," she cried in delight as I pressed boldly against her, my hand now lifting up her skirt from the back.
It didn't matter one second that Michael was now giving all his attention to her naked ass cheeks. I saw him searching his sister's naked buttocks with his eyes. He sat up in his chair. Still fondling his now limp cock, he glued his eyes to his young sister's naked bottom. Could it be possible he'd never had this sight before his eyes? It must have been as intimate as any he'd seen.
As I clutched her cheeks in both hands, I gently spread them apart, wide open. Mike's interest increased. I could see his prick getting hard again. There was indeed something about Mike's little, thin, but certainly rigid young prick that fascinated me. Maybe it reminded me of my own when I first discovered it could get hard, that it could shoot lovely, white, sticky stuff out of its opening, which, unlike Mike, I always cleaned up.
As I held the cheeks of her ass apart with my fingers, she clutched her arms around my neck. She thrust her belly again mine. "I can feel cold air going up my hole," she squealed. "In where, up where?" I asked.
Janet giggled, as only young girls giggle. She was blushing, I know. "Into my ass ... my ass HOLE," she shouted, not giving a damn for her brother's nearness. She giggled as a fury shook her body. She hugged me tightly. She squirmed her body hungrily. One of my fingers crept ever so cautiously into the tiny bottom hole.
"Oh, does that ever feel good. Oh, it's just yummy; what a sweet, nice thing your going to mean to me, Mr. Nutter," she sighed in ecstasy.
"Tell me what I'm doing to you, dear Janet," I said affectionately, tonguing her open mouth, sucking on her lower lip.
By now Mike's prick was unashamedly throbbing between his fingers. His pants were still down by around his ankles. He began to stroke his hard balls with one hand while his lean fingers gripped and rolled, pulled up and down on his young penis. He stared hungrily at his sister as I continued to tease her little asshole.
Mike couldn't take his eyes away from his sister's bare behind, my one eager finger working gently in and out of the sweet, little asshole. I could feel Janet's cunt flooding as I poked one finger under and up into it. I could feel her love juice on my finger, oozing out of her baby cunt, drooling down and under into her itchy asshole. I could then see her brother coming. He was standing up, jerking off with all his strength. His cock exploded, shooting his young white sperm all over his rushing, feverish fingers. What a kid!
Janet was squirming all over me. I wished she was totally nude. "Must I tell what your fingers are doing inside my behind, Mr. Nutter? Oh, shit, it feels so goofy good I don't even want to talk about it. But, please, don't stop," she said, as I did, for just a second, to pause, to savor the touch of her hot young cunt, the free-flowing juices, actually feeling her slippery young asshole caressing my poking finger as it slid in and out. "Oh, no, don't stop. Push it in even deeper, if you can. I love it."
At this point, her young brother stood up, his spent prick dangling between his legs. He approached us. He stood breathing heavily. He glared at me. What was going to happen now, I wondered. By now I had his sister's skirt high above her waist. My one hand was playing boldly with her shining bottom. The other hand was now cupping and pressing intimately against her baby cunny. My fingers climbed all over her ass, squeezing, squashing the luscious globes of her naked behind.
Janet was gasping for breath. She shivered her luscious bare legs against me and kept trying, almost frantically, to try to lead me over to the couch, the mattress at least. The sensations tingling her, the passion throbbing throughout her body was fantastic. A blinding, sexual fury swept over her. Did she want me to throw her on the mattress and fuck her?
I was never to find out the answer to this question. She was breathing like a race horse when mother suddenly came into the room. Michael took one long look at his mother and threw himself into her arms. Mother held him tightly. She was all smiles. She was beautifully made up. She was wearing a saucy blonde wig over her grey hair. High patent leather heels were fitted on her lovely feet and toes.
Mother's long legs were sheathed in silky nylon, the tone of the hose a shocking, see-through grayish-brown. The color accented the white flesh of her legs underneath.
Mother's dress was acutely, almost embarrassingly sexy, tight, so tight over her hips and sleek ass. Her lustful breasts were fully half visible. When she bent over to light a cigaret, she looked back up at the three of us. Now Mike was standing back admiring his mother. She curtsied, seeking our approval. As she leaned over, both kids and I were able to see the large, almost black nipples on both her full breasts. For. reasons unknown, both nipples were still as erect as they had been when she'd been standing before me earlier in this same room.
"Like me? Do you like me?" she asked all of us.
All of us agreed that we did. But I did note some reluctance in Jan's voice. I stood apart from mother's delicious daughter and mother rushed into my open arms.
"I like you, very much," I breathed as I clutched her sexy body to mine. Janet stood back and smiled. I also saw a smile on Mike's face.
Well, the situation was improving!
INTERLUDE
There was no doubt that Mrs. Morgan had seen my hands crawling all over her young daughter's lovely ass, but she said not a word. She continued to parade for all of us, showing off different parts of her luscious body for our mutual approval. She raised her skirt devilishly, displaying her legs. She was wearing skimpy, very sheer panties. Through the thin material we all got a healthy glimpse of her bushy cunt. Mike stared at her. I saw young Janet scowl and I didn't understand. I beckoned her closer.
"Now, you just watch, Mr. Nutter," Janet whispered into my ear. She continued her almost angry grimace. She stood very close to me, as if for comfort. I could smell the youngness in her hair. I was beginning to feel myself really loving this juicy young morsel of a girl. And I had never really liked anyone too much. Sure, there had been lots of girls, but never one like Janet.
"Watch just what?" I asked. This time I didn't disguise my sincere affection for young Janet. Right in front of her mother's eyes my fingers began to ravish her back. I reached under her arm and fondled her firm young breasts hidden beneath the thin material of her dress. I twisted the tasty tips, pinching them gently.
Janet whispered again, "Michael insists on having his way before he'll leave the house. How many thousands of times have I seen that look in his eyes. We just don't go to the fucking doctor unless Mike gets his way. You just watch. Come over here and just sit down next to me because it's going to take a few minutes. It always does, damnit," she spat in disgust as she led me over to the piano bench. It appeared that she spent a great deal of time on that bench.
I sat awkwardly on the edge of the bench. Janet sat on it fully, her knees clasped between her arms. I wish I had been facing her. I would have had an excellent glimpse of her naked young cunt. I like to look up girl's dresses.
"If I raise up my skirt, do you think you'd want to finger my asshole a little again?" she pouted. Her eyes were glowing. "You see, we will just have to do something to keep ourselves busy while we watch."
Already I was beginning to see what young Janet meant. I was seeing things I had never seen. Mike stood directly in front of his mother. Slowly, teasingly, mother began to unbutton the shirt he had just put on to go to the doctor, and how belligerently he had buttoned it up. Mother pulled the tails out of his trousers. Next she unbuckled his belt. She slid this out from the waist of his trousers. Slowly she opened his trousers and zipped down her son's fly.
Then she let his trousers fall to the rug. She was obviously very excited, restless, anxious. I could tell her heart was pounding. It seemed to me, as I watched, that Mike was without his trousers in the house more than he had them on.
In response to Janet's seductive question, I raised her skirt up around her waist from the back. In fact, I got it up over her breasts. She wasn't wearing even the little underwear she normally wore. Her wondrous young breasts were as naked and as appetizing as ever as I fondled them briefly. She moved deliciously in my arms as I stroked the hardening nipples, feeling them pulsate between my fingers.
"Shall I get up on my knees?" the child asked. "It'll make it easier for your finger, and my behind looks better that way, don't you think?"
She did just this. Spreading her legs, she leaned forward, her hands gripping the end of the piano bench, her bare legs from the knee down dangling over the edge. This position provided me with full access to her delightfully exposed asshole, the circular, beautifully rounded cheeks of her tasty bottom. It was a startling sight. I had never looked at her quite this way.
Janet wiggled her bottom with such a debauched motion, I wondered if she hadn't practiced the motions in front of a mirror. She cooed with pleasure as my index finger softly caressed the open hole between the ravishing cheeks of her tender, sweet ass. I couldn't resist leaning forward and squeezing both smooth cheeks with both hands, so heated did the sight make me. I returned my finger to the loving hole and moved it gently all around.
"Oh, Mr. Nutter," she breathed passionately, enjoying the firmness of my pressing finger, "do put your finger in deep, as deep as you can. Jam it in," she cried. "No one's ever done it quite like this be-for. Stop teasing me. I love it. I love your finger on my' cheeks and I love it deep in my asshole, please."
Mother and her son were paying no attention to Janet and I whatever. By now mother was lowering her son's shorts down over his haunches, baring his already erect cock, his balls. One of her hands was already playing with these, the other was stroking his prick with soft, tender, almost delicate movements.
Deliberately she leaned forward now. Opening her red lips, she stuck out her tongue, whipping it in the air right in front of her son's prick.. Delicately she began to lick the already stiffening prick. Finally she opened her mouth wide. She took all of her son's now stiff prick into her wide open mouth. Both Jan and I could now hear the wonderful sucking noises. And they were different from the ones we were listening to between ourselves, my index finger sliding easily in and out of her puckering asshole. I had wet it several times in my mouth and her asshole was filled with gooey saliva.
Mike's mother vigorously clutched her young son's ass as her busy mouth worked furiously on his prick now deep in it, mother's lips now closing over the large, finely chiseled head, her wondrous tongue swishing over the head of it, her jaws sucking.
I thought Mike would come immediately so active was his mother's avid mouth. But he didn't. He had his eyes closed in obvious passion. He began then to fuck his mother's hungry mouth with measured jabs of his cock between her wet lips. She never once pulled back as Mike's prick plunged in and out, faster and faster. She even worked her mouth harder when Mike thrust the full length of his young prick deep into his mother's saliva-filled mouth, down into her throat. The sucking noises were wild. Her mouth on her son's prick and the savage noises her sucking made added to those of Jan's shivering asshole sucking my finger in and out with all the muscle control the young girl had, in and out faster and faster, made me so fucking hot, I shot a full load of semen right into my shorts.
Well, it had been quite some while since I'd had any real sex. The one girl I had been fucking on campus had left in mid-term. And this left me stranded. I'm not apologizing for coming so fast, having no control. Had you been there you'd have come when Mike's mother first took her son's prick to suck. At least I managed to hold on a little longer, Janet's lovely bottom bobbing in my face, notwithstanding.
As I rested there on the piano bench panting with exertion, I saw Mike shoot deeply into his mother's sucking mouth. How hungry she was for her son's prick! He pumped the last drops of his semen into her sucking mouth. She fed then on his prick, sucking, licking it, as though she might go mad if no more juice was going to shoot out of it. I could easily hear the sounds she was making in the agony of sucking her son off, swallowing his hot come. I wondered how much her daughter's presence, and mine, had contributed to her heated enjoyment, the blinding fury she experienced as she took the load into her throat.
"Oh ... ooh, Mickey," she cried out tenderly, yet almost demonically, licking away, now bending over almost in half to lick and suck on his lengthening balls.
Then, abruptly she raised up and her young son, his prick limp, his groin exhausted, kneeling lovingly before his mother. Mother hugged Mike's head to her breast. She raised his head, his mouth to her waiting lips. Mother's hot, sperm-coated lips and mouth were still drenched with her son's passion juice. Together, mother and son kissed ravenously, poking their swishing tongues deep into each other's mouth, both getting more and more worked up....
"Now, watch especially here," Janet insisted. Because she was obviously still envious, Janet's manner was as cold as ice. I still had not stopped poking my finger in and out of her steaming asshole. I decided since I had already come, to postpone any further action on her private parts, although this was hard to resist, having shot my load or not.
"This scene is almost unbelievable," Janet said.
Michael had stood up again. Now he faced his mother, his thighs pressed against her lovely face, his hands gripping her around the neck as he pressed is limp, still damp prick against her kissing lips.
Here mother stood up and pulled the couch cushion on which she had been sitting from underneath her body. Then she sat down again, heavily. She put her arms around her son's buttocks again, hugging his naked body to her face. She licked his prick ever so gently, tasting it again. Perversely she sucked in and out, then she spit it out of her mouth roughly.
"Oh, Mickey, my darling son, now pee, come on, darling boy, now put that darling cock back into your mother's hot mouth and cool it off with your pee. Piss in my mouth, Mike," she demanded. "Piss just a little, you know how much mother loves to taste all of you."
"This used to turn my stomach, but it doesn't any longer," said Janet.
She was now sitting up, leaning back into my lap. Her skirt was still as high as it had been. She spread her knees apart and her own fingers reached into her cunt to masturbate as she watched her mother and her brother. Her fingers churned in her aching cunt. I held onto her curvy breasts as I watched the scene.
"Oh, Mr. Nutter, this feels so good when I do it to myself, and it sure breaks up things, doesn't it?" She leaned back and turning her head, kissed me on the mouth. "I'll always love you fingering my asshole," she said, "it's so creamy good the way your finger goes in and out. It makes me goofy and so itchy down here in my cunt."
It was right here that we both saw Mike actually pissing in his mother's mouth. He stood with his hands on his hips and let go. She was leaning forward from her sitting position on the couch. There was a great deal exciting as we watched. Mike rocked back and forth in front of his mother. His trousers were still down about his ankles and his shorts lay on top of these. His limp prick was half in his mother's sucking mouth, his urine leaking slowly, dribbling into her drinking mouth. She drank every drop he poured into her ravishing mouth.
She drank her son's entire flow without once gagging or stopping him from pissing into her thirsty mouth. I swore she might bite her son's cock off, so ambitiously did she suck the hot urine into her mouth, swallowing it greedily, seeming to want more and more of the hot yellow liquid as it had poured at first with such abundance, then slowed down, and now only squirted short streams into her mouth.
Mike, finished, stepped back. He looked as though he might faint. I could tell he was dizzy from the experience. Mike spun around and fell on the couch next to his mother. She took him into her arms lovingly. She pressed his head into her full breasts. She put her hands on his prick and balls and soothed them gently, as if her son were still a baby. She kept whispering words to him that neither Janet nor I could hear.
Then, like a shot, she leaped up.
"Now, now, darlings," she said, looking over at us, then back to her son, now, we go to the doctor," she declared.
CHAPTER THREE
Dr. James had been the Morgan family's private physician since the birth of Michael fifteen years earlier. He had, in fact delivered Mike. He was a good looking man in his late fifties and went about his daily business much like any other physician. Those on Central Park West are certainly not as affluent as those on Park Avenue or Fifth Avenue, but they make just as much money.
When the family and I finally arrived, I found his offices to be as conventional as most. There was nothing elaborate at first glance. Then I began to notice a few certain things unusual. Like there were no windows in his office, nor in the waiting room.
This was most unusual. I could see no mirrors anywhere.
There was also a gloomy feeling about the place. The furniture was old, not broken down, but truly old-fashioned. His desk was extra large and had very little clutter on its surface.
The whole room smelled like expensive oak furniture polish. There was also a distinctive odor of mingled ether or chloroform, or some other similar chemical. I also detected the odor of Formalin, the preservative. It became swiftly obvious to me that Dr. James was also an abortionist.
He greeted us smilingly. He escorted Mike directly into a room marked "Examination" in bold white letters. The "door closed behind them. This left Mrs. Morgan, Janet, and I alone in the stuffy, quite airless waiting room. I saw there were no magazines to read, no bookcases, and very little else to distract a waiting patient. There was one couch on which the three of us sat. Janet slouched in the far corner, Mrs. Morgan in its direct opposite. I have no choice but to sit in the middle between them.
I was still sorting out the scene I had witnessed in the Morgan's front room but moments before. It had been a short taxi ride up Central Park West.
The memory of Mike pissing into his mother's thirsty mouth still intrigued me. In fact, it haunted me. I had never seen this, much less ever having thought about it. Apparently she enjoyed every minute of it. And this had not been the first time it had happened. Also, I couldn't get over sweet Janet's little cute asshole responding as it did to my fingering. She now sat so demurely, one would have thought she was sitting in a church pew as innocent and pure as the driven snow. But she was still somewhat dejected over being abandoned. I could tell by her eyes. The smile had gone out of them.
As I watched her from the corner of my eye (we were all three sitting in a curious silence) I knew both her cunt and her asshole must be itching her wildly, because at times I had played extra rough with her asshole, and I knew her eager, swift fingers in her cunt, while she watched her brother piss in her mother's mouth, had also mauled the precious, tender lips of her little cunt.
Little girls' assholes are extraordinarily sensitive to plunging, questing fingers, I imagined. Also, their juicy, little cunts are sensitive to gripping fingers, even if they are one's own. She just had to be itching. I knew she was going over every detail in her mind. I knew the entire scene had excited strange desires in her, and that most of them concerned her future relationship, sexual or otherwise, with her mother. She would look over at mother's silent face from time to time, but always avoiding looking at me.
I wanted desperately to reach over and toy with her body again, but I held back. Surely a doctor's office was no place for such activity.
I turned "to glance at mother. A change was taking place. Now her face was a study in ecstasy. From time to time she would sit forward and glance tenderly at both of us. What could this mean, I wondered? She smiled several times directly at me, but said nothing. Was she thinking about Mike's being completely alone with Dr. James? Did she know something we didn't know? Was mother wondering if Dr. James could tell by touching, examining her son's penis that someone had just sucked it off and drank his piss?
One question followed another in my thoughts. Suddenly I saw mother coming out of her dream state. She slouched down in the couch. Both hands went to her bodice and her fingers sought the collar of her dress. So swiftly did her both hands plunge inside the material to grip her breasts naked under the dress that I sat forward to watch, totally surprised.
Indifferent to both Janet and I, mother began to grip and squeeze her naked tits. She massaged them, squeezing the large, black nipples with her finger tips. She opened the front of her dress wide. Now both hands were working on her breasts as I had seen them work before. She brought both naked breasts out into the open. She smiled at me erotically as obvious waves of passion were sweeping through her body. I knew she wanted me to suck on them. She had the identical look in her eye I had seen in the living room in the house.
So, it didn't matter we were in Dr. James's office. She could have sex anywhere. She grasped both titties with one hand, then one tittie with two hands. She winked at me as her fingers began to pull on he hardening nipples.
I could see that Janet was paying no attention to her mother at all. She was also deep in thought. But I did notice one of her little hands slowly sneaking up her leg, fondling her bare knee, then climbing even higher until the hand disappeared under her thin dress.
Janet now had her eyes closed tightly. She was remembering something sweet, for her entire face seemed to glow softly. Her ears reddened, as I had noticed they did before when she was getting hot in the pants.
What a pretty face the young child had! Really, a lovely child-like, almost angelic face, deep dark brown eyes, long soft brown hair, and those lovely, firm breasts of which she was so proud. I had a tremendous desire just to stare at them. Remember, that up to now I had not had this intimate chance. I loved to stare at them lingeringly. I knew this would happen soon.
I also liked Janet's dainty toes, even her fingers, even when they were soiled. I could remember, as I sat there watching, her tiny, brownish, pink edged, very tight asshole, and her precious little girl pussy. I could see now that this was where her fingers on the little hand were busy. She loved to touch, pinch her pussy; hadn't she told me this? The sure, rapid-fire motion of her hand under the dress signalled this. She was pumping her fingers in and out, her mouth now open, gasping with the sparking sensations.
I found myself feeling like a spectator at a tennis match, my head turning from side to side as I first watched mother's clutching fingers twisting and kneading her exposed breasts and those lusting nipples, her hand again mashing her full breasts together nakedly, then pulling them wide apart, as far as they could go without ripping them from her body, stretching them, punching one with her right hand, then again, softly, languidly, glancing into my eyes to offer the hard nipples to my lips. Then, I would spin my eyes quickly to watch her daughter fingering her hot cunt.
Again and again mother would offer her plump globes to my mouth. "Oh, please, please suck on them for me, Mr. Nutter," she cried out as her breath came faster. She shifted her body even lower into the couch. Her legs spread at the knee, then even wider as she raised one knee seductively. Her skirt slid up to mid thigh revealing the tops of her silky stockings, then a broad expanse of soft, white thigh flesh. One high heel slipped off her finely moulded foot. It fell to the carpet as she raised the other leg as high as she could, high, high enough for me to see the blinding white of her panty girdle and her bulging mound beneath it, a few black hairs sticking from under its elastic edges. It was truly a great sight.
This sight really aroused me, excited me, mother's trench hidden underneath that panty girdle. My prick started to thrill again. I could feel it pressing against my pant's leg. The sight of her wide spread legs, the striking white of the tight girdle, the memory of her busy hot cunt I'd seen earlier, aroused me to such a pitch of excitement I found myself wanting to let my prick free of the trousers which hampered its motion. I wanted to suck on her hard, full tits, swallow the dark black nipples, lick the flesh of her naked breasts-but I just couldn't seem to take my eyes totally away from her little daughter now surging in passion as her fingers dove feverishly in and out of her small girl cunny.
I turned, to stare at young Janet, ignoring mother's repeated requests for me to lick her tits. Janet's nimble fingers were now dancing like mad between her open legs, as nimble as her mother's were, fondling her breasts. Mother was again stretching out her nipples with three fingers on each hand; I looked back at Janet, the little darling girl. Her eyes were still squeezed tight shut.
Janet's skirt had now climbed up to her waist. It was almost obscene in the doctor's office, her bare legs, the gleaming flesh of her thighs. Her slim, naked legs and the view of her almost hairless cunny, which I saw now really seeing clearly, unhindered for the first time, almost drove me wild with a passion I had never known.
But how Janet could remain so seemingly indifferent to what her mother was doing to her breasts on the opposite end of the couch confounded me. It really struck me as odd. It seemed to me as if Janet's mother didn't exist to Janet as I watched the girl's fingers ploughing in and out of her narrow, hairless slit. I could easily hear the sound of Janet's cunt juices mingling in contact with her hot fingers as they worked, churned almost demonically in her cunt. She was using two full fingers when I looked closely. Both were digging deep and wiggling, spinning, grabbing the lips of her pussy, then plunging in with so rabid a fury I thought she must be hurting herself. Apparently this wasn't the case. A soft, even melting glow came over her face. Her pussy was probably as hot now as it had ever been. She was surely on the point of coming.
Another question which kept popping into my mind was how could darling, little Janet's mother keep from gazing over to her daughter's almost naked body. Janet was now nude from the waist down. With her writhing on the couch she had raised her skirt fully above her thin, narrow waist, revealing the cute belly button. I had a strong desire to lean down and kiss it, poke my tongue in. I did. Janet squealed in delight.
Janet was making little whelps of hot passion as her dainty fingers smuggled themselves deep in her tingling pussy. I loved to hear her moaning, to watch the pounding of her wrist as they backed up the fingers which drove so ravenously into her hot cunt.
I was also wondering what in the hell was going on in the Examination Room. What could Mike and Dr. James be doing. Was he sucking Mike? Was Mike sucking the doctor? What was taking them as long as this? Surely a physical exam didn't require all this time! They were probably having sex. What else could be detaining them? And why shouldn't they not be having sex.
Finally I laid my hand on Janet's naked thigh. She opened her eyes and looked up at me, then down at my hand. She smiled dimly in her extreme passion. Then her smile widened as my itching fingers crawled teasingly toward her hot cunny.
She raised her far knee all the way up, this giving my fingers free permission to seek the juicy lips, the wet cunny, even allowing her to accept my fingers as a replacement of her own.
I could tell how really juicy her cunt was now simply by listening to the noise both our fingers made as they roved together inside her cunt. Her fingers were twisting around mine as both hands gripped, both our fingers surging into the hot slit. I began to withdraw my fingers when her hand refused to let them leave the gluey crack between the young girl's legs. The lips of her cunt were now so tender I could have eaten them. How much I wanted to go down on her juicy, tasty, appetizing cunny. Both our fingers kept slipping in and out of the slimy hole.
Janet rocketed into her orgasm. She almost fell off the couch so violent did the savage sensations grip her. Finally she simply lay back, breathing like a steam engine. I sucked the juices from her fingers. The taste of her cunt was as sweet as any I had ever known. She was moaning so loudly I was certain the doctor could hear. But apparently he didn't. The door to the examination room remained closed.
Mrs. Morgan, hearing her young daughter's squealing, turned to look. She swung her head in our direction. She saw Janet's cunny, her naked legs. She looked at me severely, then changed her facial expression. It was now one of sheer bliss.
Mother now threw her both legs up on the couch in utter sexual abandon. She turned her entire body to face me. She leaned back against the arm rest of the couch. She rested her back against the supporting arm, her hands still massaging her succulent breasts. She spread her legs wide open for me to see. Soon I felt her stockinged foot touching my thigh. I turned half, then completely in her direction, only to instantly feel Janet's hand reaching over my shoulders to drag me closer to her half naked body.
When I refused, and I don't know what made me refuse, Janet jumped off the couch and sat directly in front of me on the floor. She looked up at both mother and I, a gleam in her eye. She crossed her legs, her skirt still up to her waist.
I stared avidly between mother's stockinged legs. I studied the white panty girdle, the hairs clinging to the edges of it. Soon her silky foot and toes began to nudge my thigh. I opened my legs a bit so her foot could move as freely as mother wished it to move.
Her soft eyes stared down at her foot as it pushed tenderly up and down my thigh.
I could see mother's pretty, exquisitely formed toes beneath the very sheer material of her expensive nylons. Her toe nails were not painted and the contrast between the whiteness of her lovely toes and the dark, silky stockings was magnificent. Have I said that I adore pretty toes? Well, surely mother's beautiful toes were among the most unique I have ever seen.
I took hold of her foot finally. I held it in both my hands. I looked down to Janet. Her eyes were following every moment of my fingers as they fondled her mother's toes.
Mother pushed her whole naked leg, her stockinged foot closer to my heated prick. Now my prong was standing up straight. There was no mistaking how it was 'responding to the touch of mother's delightful foot, her firm, delicate toes.
I could have sworn my prick would break through my trousers as her pretty toes began to reach for it, to wriggle and finally, to touch the head of my cock still hidden under my trousers. Janet was staring at the activity with great eagerness in her lovely, wide-open eyes.
As I looked down at little Janet she was reaching for my foot. She took off my shoe, then my sock and began to play with my toes. It soon seemed pretty clear that Janet, herself, liked anything phallic, my prick, my big toe, or even my little toe. She leaned forward to kiss my big toe, just as mother's toes were clinching and pressing against my erect cock. Then Janet took my large toe into her mouth, sucking on it furiously.
Janet then brought my naked toes toward her hot crotch. She began manipulating the big toe in her snatch. She slipped one of her own fingers inside her cunt and wet my toe with her juices. Meanwhile mother was now rubbing her entire foot and toes all around my prick.
"Oh, please take your cock out, please," begged mother. "I want to play with it so badly."
Janet's hand was urging my toe deeper into her steaming, creamy cunt. I loved the feel of it as my toe moved ever so gently into the hot orifice. I unhooked my belt, unzipped my fly and out stabbed my hot prick. Mrs. Morgan's foot played happily with the stiff prick, her stocking rubbing up and down the shaft, her toes playing with the tip of my prong.
Janet leaned forward and kissed her mother's foot. My toe was still dug into her cunt, sliding in and out as Janet gasped with obvious pleasure. Then Janet began to kiss, then lick my prick as her mother's toes continued to simulate it....
It was here we all heard the doctor's voice, the gruff sound of it coming into the waiting room. Both girls, mother and daughter, leaped up from the couch and pulled down their skirts. Mother hastily rearranged the top of her blouse, hiding her lovely naked breasts. Both sat down immediately this was done, but this time Janet sat perceptively closer to me. I had a hard time tucking my prick back inside my trousers. I had just managed this when Dr. James and Mike appeared at the entrance of the waiting room. Both their faces were quite flushed. That was the answer to my question.
As the doctor came closer, Mother also saw the solemn gaze in both her son's and the doctor's eyes. She moved a bit closer to me on the couch, pressing her body against mine.
In a trice, Dr. James handed mother the signed certificate she would have to present to the director of the Military Academy. Shortly we left the doctor's office after saying conventional goodbyes. I saw Dr. James press Mike's hand as we parted.
Well, reader, these were some of the damndest things I was to learn about the Morgan family during the brief time I spent with them. I was to get to know all of them very, intimately well. I was going to be able to fuck them all, lick all their assholes, including little Mike's the day he was to come home for the first vacation from the Academy. And, I might mention, all the Morgan family was to do the same to me, and more.
Talk about orgies on Central Park West, in the park, and on the roof of the house. Some of them were positively fantastic. But most of them were truly beneficial to young Janet, with myself as wit ness, of course. She grew beautifully in the next few weeks.
I was also to be extremely useful in teaching Janet all the she would need to know to return to her school and do her lessons properly. I was also going to fall in love with both her and her mother.
But, be patient, reader, mores to come.
CHAPTER FOUR
I was left alone with young Janet Morgan for the first time when mother drove Mike off to the upper reaches of New York State. This followed the completion of the physical examination in Dr. James' office. It was such a short distance back to the house, down Central Park West from the doctor's office that the little girl and I walked. I adored watching her bouncing titties.
Going up to the doctor's office Mrs. Morgan had insisted we all take a taxi, but I thought it unnecessary to use one returning to the house. As you might have guessed, I liked walking with the sexy little tramp, knowing she had no panties on, that her little cunny was still dripping wet from her fingers having played with it so perversely in the doctor's office.
Janet gave a sigh of great relief once her mother had taken her brother in a taxi to the garage where they parked the family car. From there they were to drive to the remote mountain side upstate where the Military Academy was situated.
"It's not really a strict place," Jan started to talk, "it's just one of those places where unruly boys can get ruly somehow and get ready to go to a real, genuine Military Academy where they can be officers in the Army, something like that," she explained.
"You see, this is why I've already decided something about my mother. Mike is always why I've resented her so much. But, you know, I think things are going to change. She would give all this and all that to my simple, stupid sex-thinking brother, nothing to me. Now maybe I'll be able to take something from her. What do you think, Mr. Nutter? Just look at this silly dress I'm wearing. Do you realize it's all I've got to my name?"
With these words Janet raised it up to her neck right on the street. The entire nakedness was in full view of anyone looking, and cars on the street honked their horns in approval. Her lovely bare breasts, her pubic area, the long, lean legs, all naked-and what a kick the kid got out of it. I was slightly embarrassed at first, but it didn't last long. Janet giggled, "See what I mean?"
She was to mention this to me again, later, how she had raised her dress right on the street and how everyone passing by, even the old man sitting on the bench caught a long glimpse of her bare legs, her naked buttocks, and how the honeymoon couple petting in the parked car looked up to see her naked cunny, even the drops of little girl dew still clinging to the lips of her cunt from her adventure with her own cunt earlier in Dr. James's office.
I spoke to her, "Now that your brother has gone off, I know things will change for you. There's no doubt about it in my mind."
"Oh, I do so hope they will, Mr. Nutter, and you know I owe you a lot of thanks. Do you know that?" she asked, gripping my hand tight in hers. "And this is why I hope you stay with us all the time. You know it was me that made mother promise to get me a tutor here in the city. I just hate going away to distant places."
We continued walking down Central Park West, Janet's lovely bottom swaying, now and then the wind feeling nervy, raising, blowing up her thin skirt. When we crossed the broad street to the residential side, a swift blast of hot air from the subway tunnel pumped under the young girl's skirt, blowing it almost off, over her head. Once more the traffic was almost scrambled as each driver stared at the magnificent sight of the child's nudity.
"I love this," Janet squealed. "I simply love all this freedom." She winked at me as she strode across the street, her hands holding her dress up as if she were walking through a deep puddle, car horns honking, men whistling at the generous display of pure white young flesh and that lovely, rounded and pink bottom.
"Do you think they like my bare ass?" she giggled as we reached the other side of the street. "I know you do, Mr. Nutter. You've even touched it," she laughed.
Walking toward the house she took my hand again.
"Do you want me to get all naked for you when we get inside, Mr. Nutter? I'd like to do that for you, if you want me to, I mean." She winked at me, having noticed my staring at her naked legs as we climbed up the outside steps, "or would you rather I just raise my dress right now and maybe risk someone seeing where I live?"
I laughed. "Do just that," I said, "I'll take all the risk."
I stood directly in back of Janet as she stood on the top step. There was so much heavy traffic on Central Park West I almost had the thought that someone on the radio had alerted all the cars and other vehicles to drive by to witness the gorgeous scene. Slowly, ever so teasingly slow, Janet lifted up the thin skirt. First, her knees, then her lower legs, then her lovely thighs came into sight, then her naked, tender bottom cheeks.
She bent over slightly and with her customary giggle, she wobbled her stark bare behind almost in my face, as she tore the dress completely off. She laughed as she darted into the foyer, then through the door into the house.
She had been so close I could almost smell the delicious odor of her bottom crack, that tiny hole hidden in the trench between her ass cheeks. I saw it so clearly I wanted to reach out my tongue and lick it. Her ass hole was all puckered up, little and cute, like a little, tiny hungry mouth. This was the little girl asshole I'd already had my fingers in.
Once indoors, we went into the front room. It was as disheveled as we had left it.
"I'll make you a good stiff drink, a real good one, if you get your clothes off, too, okay, Mr. Nutter," Janet smiled as she slipped rapidly out of the little dress. She stood in front of me wearing absolutely nothing.
I could see immediately that her young titties were so firm she need never wear a brassiere, and even if she had been wearing one, it would have looked ridiculous. Her nipples were rosy pink and the white flesh of her breasts was so tenderly appealing I wanted to grab out at them. I reached, and she pulled back. "Oh, no, not yet, Mr. Nutter. I have to go and get you your drink, and one for me, too."
Janet pivoted on one foot, then kicked off her sandals. My eager eyes feasted on her nakedness. I could have eaten all of her, that's how sexy she made me feel. 'I loved her bare feet and toes. As she stood in front of me, two of the sweetest, well formed girl breasts, tipped with the pinkest of all nipples, seemed to be beckoning me.
"Oh, do you really take your whisky straight, Mr. Nutter?" she asked. Her left hand posed hesitatingly before her cunny. "You do want it with some water, don't you?"
"With water," I answered, and began undressing. It was all I could do to slip my trousers over my bulging prick, and it was more difficult to strip down my shorts. Janet made no effort to leave. She liked to watch me undressing. All she did was stand there and giggle and my prick leaped up' at her once I dropped my shorts.
"Did I make it that hard for you?" was her final remark before dashing off start naked to get us our drinks.
Janet returned very quickly. I sat naked on the couch. My prick was so stiff it hurt.
"Oh, we're going to have lots of real hot fun together, aren't we? I can tell that we are," she said. She put down my drink on the end table. Almost sitting in my lap her hands began to toy with my stiff rod. The touch of her naked body next to mine was glorious. She licked her lips after taking a sip of whisky from her glass. "I love this stuff," she smiled. Her fingers began to grope, already busy sliding up and down my thickening shaft. I was afraid I'd come over her hand if she didn't go a bit easier.
"I've always yearned to do this to an older man," Janet smiled. She perched her bottom up on the arm rest of the couch. Her legs were parted for me to feast my eyes on her cunny. She was also balancing herself, and the parting between her legs was positively thrilling. The thin, outer lips of her little girl cunny were fair, pink, and tiny dark baby hairs surrounded the crisp opening of her dainty hole. As I leaned to look closer she smiled at me. "I like you staring at my piss hole," she said.
I stared. "You can touch it, if you want, Mr. Nutter." Now her bare toes were playing with my naked prick in lieu of her hand. She was all smiles and her eyes were positively glowing, so great was the change in her manner that it had been earlier, even including when we sat on the piano bench together, Janet on her knees, my index finger wet with my own saliva, imbedded in her baby asshole.
"You can now do anything to me that you like, even lick my cunny, if you want. Do you think you'd like to do that, Mr. Nutter?" She teased my prick with her toes. "That's because I like you so much ... but I do want to tell you about my family," she added, sipping from her glass. Again she licked her lips sensually, and I knew her cunt was churning.
It was a wondrous experience being alone with this child. She was so damned pretty.
"If you knew all about us, then you're not going to have any trouble living with us, teaching me, or helping me out with my lessons, as mother insists you do. You must know that lessons bore the shit out of me, but I do so want to learn. How else am I going to grow up?" she asked, kissing me.
Her naked toes were now treating my cock so roughly I again thought I'd shoot my load all over her bare toes. I didn't want to do this just yet.
I began to fondle her breasts as she talked. They were surging up and the nipples seemed to be screaming for my tongue's attention.
Janet's tits were beautiful, young, rounded, made to grab, to spin in one's fingers. Tenderly I stroked her nipples. I pinched them. In but seconds they grew firm and hard. I flipped my fingers at them. She flinched. "I like that so much, even though it hurts a little bit," she said. "Oh, how I do love that, what you're doing to my titties. You know, Mr. Nutter, I do that to myself all of the time. That's why my tits get red so fast. Remember how red mom's tits were? I like to get my own that way," she exclaimed. And surely enough, with my grasping fingers, the twin peaks of her tits were growing as red as ripe berries, pushing out at me as my fingers tweaked them. Janet was moaning, her eyes melting.
"You can even pinch them harder if you want to," she said, kissing my lips, her little tongue darting between them. I sucked on her tongue. She repeated her statement, and it was more of an order than a simple request. I pinched the nipples, rather hard, between my fingers. "Harder!"
I pinched harder, so hard I thought she would scream out in pain. I put down my drink and pinched both nipples with two hands, squeezing them between my fingers, not with all my strength, but hard enough to drag a cry from her lips. "Ohooo . ... oh, God, that's goofy good!"
Her carnal tongue worked in and out of my mouth. She was even licking my chin; her lips seemed to be every where on my face.
Janet's toes were now stroking my prick just like tiny doll fingers. The hot sensations pulsating through my throbbing organ were making me heave my groin back at her naked toes.
"Oh, don't let it shoot yet, not yet please," she begged when she not only saw, but felt me straining not to let my come shoot all over her baby toes. But as hard as I tried to restrain myself, to keep from shooting, I had no luck.
Load after load of white, hot sperm shot of my surging prick, flowing all over her pretty toes, between the tiny niblets of her toes while her foot persisted in caressing my erupting cock, massaging the last final drop of white come-juice from the pouting eye of my prick.
"Oh, you old meanie," 'Janet exclaimed. "But it was goofy to jerk your prick off with my toes. It was goofy to watch that cock of yours shoot out all that stuff, and now I'm going to do something I've always wanted to do."
She leaped off the couch to sit on the floor in front of me. I was sure she was going to suck off my simpering prick into her mouth, swallow the last of my come, but this was not her intention at all.
Instead she lay back. Janet opened her legs. I could see her naked pussy. With two hands she brought up one foot to her pretty mouth. She bent her head, opened her mouth. She then leaned her head forward. Out peeped her little pink tongue. Before I knew it, she was licking my hot come from her own little toes. She was sucking my semen from her toes. The white sticky stuff was all over them. It was white and creamy. It was thick, sticky, and it had an odor she apparently loved, so eagerly did she suck my juice from her own toes.
When I saw her pink tongue cleaning her left foot my prick shot out the last drop. Janet saw this and quickly came up to suck it into her sweet mouth. "Oh, I just love to suck come juices," she squealed. "It's yummy, you do taste so beautiful," she said.
Sitting back, she smiled up at me lovingly. Again she raised her leg and brought the other foot to her mouth, sticking her little wet toes, rubbing them over her lips. Her tongue licked and licked the steamy sperm from between her tasty toes. Her avid mouth now paid exclusive attention to her big toe, the way she had sucked my toe earlier, and she sucked on this toe as though it were a pacifier, or a little boy's prick.
"I love to do this, you know. I've always wanted to have this happen to me, and I knew it would one day, Mr. Nutter. Oh, thank you so very much."
I watched my little girl, fascinated. Her little baby cunt was now wide open, appetizing, almost savage in its appearance. The tiny pink lips were pouting. I could see the tiny crack of her lovely asshole. It was also wide open and the ridges were beautiful. The gaping lips of her young girl pussy seemed to bleat as she continued to suck on her toes, sucking my creamy sperm from in between her lovely long toes, and especially concentrating on her big toe which she licked with almost a vengeance.
"Now, you have to suck my toes, too." the little one said. She said this so abruptly I was genuinely shocked. She raised one foot in the direction of my mouth, then decided she may as well raise the other, too. She did this. I dragged her toward me by her slim ankles and she thrust her young body up to me. I took one tiny foot and got almost all of it into my mouth, that is, all of her toes and part of the ball of her foot. To my astonishment, the mixture of her warm saliva and my drippings didn't offend me in the least. "Oh, this is so sexy," she cried out. It was.
"That's enough for that one, and I hope you did a good clean job,' she laughed, presenting the other to my lips. I sucked first on her baby toes, then licked her big toe as he had done herself. It was quite exhilarating. I could feel my prick beginning to throb again. All this while my eyes were poking into her wide open cunny and her tiny asshole. "Like what you see?"
I nodded and continued sucking.
"Want me to get on my knees so you can kiss my ass?"
Before I could answer she jumped up. She turned over and rested on her knees. "You have to get down on the floor like me," she said, looking under her body up at me.
I did as she asked. I nosed between her spread buttocks. The tiny asshole was a picture in itself, a very pretty, brownish-pink picture. I could see the tiny ridges, and as she herself spread the delicious bottom cheeks, the entire little girl asshole. "Now, you lick it good," she ordered.
My tongue dove in as deeply as I could drive it. "Oh, lord," she screamed. "It's better than your finger, but almost." I continued the punishment, now and then alternating my tongue with my nose, then my fingers replacing my nose in her little beautiful asshole. She loved it.
Then, suddenly, without warning, any at all, she jumped up. "Now, let's get another drink, then you're going to listen to me with the Morgan story. Is that okay, Mr. Nutter?" she smiled broadly. She slipped one finger deep into her own asshole and stuck this into her mouth.
"Oh, I do taste delicious, don't I?"
CHAPTER FIVE
Janet Morgan began to tell me the story about the household, mother in particular, and the beginning of her incestuous relationship with her young son, Michael.
"It really began just about a year ago. I remember I was thirteen and I was fucking smart for my age. Nothing fooled me, but then, I've always been a smarty-pants.
"Before dad died, we moved around a lot. I was always going to different schools, how many I don't remember, but that's why I need help with my studies now. Then about a year ago, we got this house from the will. We've been here since, the three of us alone. Dad's death changed mother a lot. Ever since, she's been very different. So sexy, I mean.
"Right away she made Mike the man of the house. He was only fourteen. He didn't like the job at first. He didn't like it at all until he learned he could also sleep with mother. Oh boy, what a change this made in my brother. You couldn't talk to him, so brazen did he get.
"One Saturday morning, just after we moved into this dumpy joint, I was down here practicing on my piano. Mike and mother were upstairs in her bedroom. It wasn't as cluttered then, all messed up as it is now. This was one of the first nights she had slept with my little brother, my big brother, I mean. Mike is pretty big for his age, you must admit, Mr. Nutter, specially his prick. He has always had that big stiff prick of his.
"I went up to get something from my room. I heard soft, murmuring voices in mother's room as I passed the door. This is where it all began for me, I mean, my wanting my mother in sex.
"'Mommy wants to teach her little Mickey to be her lover,' mother was crooning. 'Mommy wants to teach her little Mickey to do everything she likes. If you do this for me, Mickey, mommy will give you anything your little heart desires."
"'Oh, mommy, that feels so good, your fingers on my thing,' I heard my brother say. I just had to see what he was talking about. I looked through the door. Then I decided I may as well sneak all the way in. It was easy enough. Some of our furniture still wasn't unpacked, so I climbed behind one of the tall crates and just sat and watched and listened.
"Mommy was wearing her favorite dressing gown. You've seen it, the lavender one. She hadn't buttoned it, and it was spread wide open. She wasn't wearing the belt either. She was naked. I could see her big titties and those black nipples, which I really liked to look at. I always liked my mother's nipples, but she would never really let me look at them for very long.
"Mother's legs were spread wide apart and her plump, dark pussy hole seemed to be winking at me. You better believe it, Mr. Nutter, her red pussy lips were moving. It was too cute for words, I thought. This was the very first time I'd had a really good look at mommy's pussy when it seemed to be asleep, then waking up so quietly between her white thighs. It was really a pretty pussy. Her cunt was already doing something to me. It made my mouth water, I remember, and I thought that was odd.
"My brother, Mike, was not even wearing his pajamas. He was nude. This wasn't the first time I saw his prick, but it was the first time I saw my mother playing with it. She had it so hard I thought it would shoot. I had heard stories about prick's shooting off, but until now I'd never seen one. Oh, sure, I'd seen my brother piss, but never shoot all that sticky, white stuff. Mike was groaning and twitching all over the bed as mother's hand was stroking his cock, teasing it up and down with her fingers while she was talking to him. Mike kept stretching and yawning just like my mother was doing. And I saw my brother's fingers slowly move over mommy's creamy thighs, and up between her open, naked legs as he listened to mommy talk to him.
"'Mike, baby,' said mother, 'now very gently stick one finger in mommy's hole. It's wet enough so you won't hurt it.' As Mike obeyed her, mommy began to touch, fondle her big breasts. With the palms of her both hands she was squashing the fat breasts down, then with her fingers she would draw little circles around the big black nipples. I could see the nips pop out. She flicked them with her fingernails. Her face was soft and she looked so beautiful as my brother ran his finger into her cunny.
"'Mike, move your finger ever so gently until it gets all soaking wet in mommy's hole,' mother told my brother. She was moaning softly. I knew her cunt must be tingling because when I did that to myself, my cunny would tingle.
"I saw Mike doing just as she wished. His fingertip seemed to dance lightly in and out, then it would sneak down and under, go through the thick hairs of mommy's cunt, then slide out and go up to the top through the black hairs. All this time my mother was wriggling her ass on the bed, moaning and making noises of joy. Her cunt seemed to be drawing my brother's finger in and out of it. Mother kicked down the covers all the way. Now I could see everything very well. What a sight! It made my cunny very hot.
"My brother pressed his cheek against my mother's thigh as his finger crawled over the black, bushy hair. I could tell her hole was sloppy wet now. It wasn't pouring yet, but it was terribly wet. Mommy's cunt didn't begin to pour until my brother began putting in two or three fingers. This came a little later. But I can still hear the wet, juicy sounds as his one finger opened her cunt hole wide as his finger rubbed harder and harder against the pink, wet lips of mommy's cunny.
"'Is this what you want me to do to you, mommy? Am I doing it right? Does it feel good?' my brother would ask every now and then.
"My mother was sighing and she began to breath rapidly. Suddenly she lowered her hand and put it on top of his while it played with her pussy. She squeezed his fingers, urging him to increase her joy. She was shivering in passion.
"'It's so big and wide inside here, mommy,' Mike said.
"'Is it nice and wet now?'
"'Oh, mommy, it's really wet. Am I doing what you want me to do? Are my fingers doing okay inside your hole, mommy? Is this what daddy did to you?'
"Ignoring my brother's question, mother pressed her loving face against my brother's naked shoulder. She kissed him in the armpit. It was here that I saw her hand begin to slide hungrily over his bare chest, rubbing his tiny nipples, making them hard, scratching them with her fingernails.
"'Do you like what mommy's doing to your little nipples, Mike, darling?'
"'Oh, yes, mommy, this is wonderful, it feels so good. And you do like what I'm going to you?'
"My mother's other hand began to crawl down over his naked belly. It just missed going any lower to where I could see my brother's hard cock. It seemed to be reaching up to climb into her hand.
"Mother's hand made lazy circles on his quivering belly, and now and then she would rub his belly button very hard, sticking one of her fingers into it. I could see that my brother liked what mommy was doing to him very, very much. He spread his legs wide open, and that's when I first saw his swollen balls. His balls, too, were extra big for a boy his age, and he had lots more hair in his crotch than most boys have. It was dark, and bushy like mommy's. He opened his legs as wide as they would go and I saw his other hand begin to play with his own balls. Mother reached her hand down to help him, also stroking his cock.
"Mother began kissing him. Her hand rubbed harder. It was squeezing his balls. Pretty soon her fingers reached for his hard-on. She took his big prick into the palm of her hand and pulled on it, up and down, all the while kissing him on the mouth. I know she was putting her tongue in my brother's mouth because I could see him sucking on her tongue with his.
"'Do you like what your mommy's doing to you, little darling?' my mother asked, now licking his face, his nose with her wet tongue.
"'Oh, yes, it's just the greatest, mommy; we should do it all the time."
"'Oh, my darling,' cried my mother, I love to hear you say things like that. Tell me how your fingers like it inside my cunt. Tell me you like your mother's cunt. Say the word. "Cunt-cunt.' "
"'Cunt-cunt,' said my brother. 'Oh, I love to say it to you, mommy."
"Mr. Nutter, believe me, my brother's a phony-baloney. He said 'cunt' like he never heard it before, but what a liar he was. He was always calling me a 'cunt' when he was mad at me. We both knew the word as well as we knew our own names. That's all I ever heard at school, cunt, cock, piss, shit, asshole, pussy, cream, come, gism, titties, and what else, I don't know. So, who was my brother fooling? See, that's what I mean about him ... Mike's such a cheat, a crook when it comes to mother. He'll tell her anything she likes to hear. When I tell you all this shit between by brother and I began a long time ago, I'm not fooling you.
"'Tell me you like my pretty cunt, Mickey's mother said again. She was wriggling all over the place as my brother's fingers grabbed at her cunny.
"'Oh, mommy, I like it. I like it. I like your pretty cunt so very much.' He kissed her mouth. 'I love your pretty cunt, mother."
"Does it feel smooth, does it feel nice to your darling fingers?"
"Oh, yes, mommy, so slippery good, so good and slippery. Your pretty cunt's getting all gooshy wet, mommy."
Here Janet paused. Telling me this story was making her hot, me, too. I could sense it in her. She was now sitting very close to me on the couch. Her one hand was clutching and pulling gently on my stiff rod. My free hand covered her gorgeous little girl crotch. I would dip my fingers into her as she talked, sucking on them while she smiled, watching my own fingers slip from her juicy little, young cunt into my mouth. Several times she had pulled my sticky fingers up to her own mouth to suck her own juices from them. She seemed to like doing this very much. Memories of her sucking my hot sperm from her own little, tasty toes began to arouse me as she continued with her story. We kissed, her tongue deep in my hot mouth.
"No," she said, pulling away. "I want to get on with the story," she laughed.
"It was about here that my mother told my brother to stick in all his fingers into her hot cunny. He did. Mother kept moaning and squirming, every now and then making tiny animal noises. Mike's fingers buried themselves deep in mommy's juicy cunt. Mike started to punch his fingers in and out. Mother screamed.
"Oh, darling, finger fuck my pretty cunt. That's so good. Don't stop it. Hurt your dear mommy's poor cunt, please, my young darling boy."
"Mike took to his job because he now knew that he had her good. Mother's naked legs were wide open. She was bucking up and down. She was thrusting her cunt back at his poking fingers. Her hand was still fondling, stroking the long hardness of my brother's stiff prick.
"Now Mike was feasting his eyes on mother's black pubic hair. Her cunt was stuck out as far as she could push it toward his eager fingers. She was raised up. Her sleek ass was off the bed, then pounding against it. She never once let go of my brother's prick as she danced her nakedness on the bed. She was bucking like a mad woman, her lovely behind flopping up and down as Mike's fingers pushed into her gushing cunt so clumsily I thought he was probably hurting her. Then I saw four fingers push their way between the wide open lips. Mother screamed just once, and then passed out.
So, Mike had a bit of the sadist in him, too, I thought, as I listened to Janet tell the story. I mentioned this to her, having finally to tell her what a sadist was, and she went on.
"Christ, that's all he was to her, a sadist, I mean in the beginning. It wasn't until she got the upper hand on him that he stopped this. Yea, I guess the first time was when he stuck his fist in her cunt. I didn't think her cunt could take it, but it sure did. I never saw my father's prick. I wouldn't know how big it was, but it was probably a big one," she said. She continued to pull on mine, twirling her little thumb and forefinger over the shiny head. I wanted to come and couldn't understand why this little girl-child made me so hot.
"Well," said Janet, "they went on talking. Just imagine listening.
"Mother was exhausted. I knew she'd come. She lay back. Mike moved to one side of her.
"'Now, Mickey, taste your fingers and tell mommy if she tastes good. Tell mommy if her cunt tastes good. Do you like the taste?
"'Oh, yes,' said Mike, putting first one, then two, then three fingers in his mouth, licking on them, sucking off her wet juices, smelling her odors on his fingers. I could tell he liked the smell, because in dug his fingers again into her wide open cunt to grab another finger full of hot juice so he could taste it again.
"'You taste so good I could eat all of it,' Mike told her.
"Imagine listening to your brother tell this to your own mother, Mr. Nutter," Janet said.
"Now I saw Mike was licking his fingers again, so hungrily, it began to make even me wonder what mother's cunt tasted like. His fingers must of tasted pretty good because he kept fingering her up for a long time. Mother just lay back on the bed, legs apart, her pussy winking at his fingers, her growth of bushy black hair so pretty. Mike would slide in his fingers, slide them out, put them in his mouth, suck all her delicious juices off of them, then slip them back in. He kept this up until I was getting so juicy myself I just had to lift up my dress and start playing with my own cunny. I love doing it to myself," Janet said.
Here she reached down again and began to stroke my prick. "I want to taste it, and if you let me take a real good taste of it, I'll get up and make you another drink. I don't want any more of mine."
The girl child bent over me then and like a real professional began to purr, to squirm her naked body. Her lips came to a level with my stiff prick. She smiled up at me, her eyes wide, just before she opened her mouth over the bulging head. My prick was almost too big for her little mouth, but she licked away at it, her tongue swirling around my throbbing prong. Around and around went her swift tongue, the exciting tip of it trying to penetrate the now glistening hole at the prick's red tip.
"There, that's good enough for now," she smiled, cock-teasing me. She got up. I watched her beautiful young ass as the cheeks bobbed on her way to the kitchen for a fresh drink.
I was quite anxious to hear the rest of the initial story and I waited impatiently, stroking my prick, fondling my balls, still feeling the wet saliva from her mouth clinging to the thick staff. The girl's sucking and licking was phenomenal.
She returned quickly. "I'm just so happy here with you alone, Mr. Nutter," she smiled. She sat down again on the couch and looked me dead in the eye.
"I want you to lick my ass just a little for me, before I go on, okay?"
Before I could answer she had pushed me back on the couch. I lay on my back. She climbed over me. She placed her knees on either side of my chest. Her exciting ass and the swelling globes of her behind were almost in my face. How she liked this position! She swiveled down on me, maneuvering her ass until the sweet buttocks were on either side of my nose.
"Now lick it, lick it good for me, Mr. Nutter. It feels so lovely."
My lips were but a few inches away and the aroma of her asshole, mixed in with the sour-sweet smell of perspiration, and also the smell of urine-she must have pissed a little when she went for the drink-all this, plus her gyrating her hips in a slow, teasingly sexy round motion, the sight of the fleshly lips of her baby girl cunny, the feel of her tiny breasts against my chest made my pulsing shaft try to steer its way into her mouth, but it missed and I shot my load all over her pretty face.
"Oh, sweet, how tasty sweet," she squealed. I could feel her hungry mouth sucking in the hot sperm as it poured up through the shaft from my balls. My prick pumped and pumped the white, sticky liquid. Janet kept giggling when another spurt would shoot out. "Oh, this is hot fun."
I started to move.
"Oh, don't move. I've got to swallow all of you. I want to lick it all up. Some of it's gone down to your balls. See. There's even some spilled on the couch.
I want to drink it all. It tastes so good to me. I love it."
I watched her suck every drop.
This little girl was wearing me out. I felt limp and useless when I finally did find the strength to sit up. I wasn't sure now that I wanted to hear any more of the story about Mike and his mother. I felt all washed out and sexless.
Janet was now on her knees continuing to lick my prick and balls and thighs clean. She kept looking up at me. "How do you like me doing this for you, Mr. Nutter?"
I sighed. I smiled tenderly at her.
"I love doing it to you," she said sweetly. And she was only fourteen!
She persisted in telling the story, even though I was exhausted.
"Well, my brother kept spending every night with mother, but all they would do was sleep. Isn't that funny. The only time they went at sex was in the mornings. That's when my mother liked sex best and that was when Mike seemed to want sex most.
"It wasn't long before I was able to watch them easily. They never could of caught me. As soon as my room was fixed up, there was a connecting closet. If I just sat in my bed, after opening my side of the closet, I could see right through the other open door. Their bed was in such a way, head-to-foot, opposite the way mine was, that they never could see me.
"By now Mike was allowed to play with mother's pussy with both hands, then teasing her fat breasts, rolling them in his hands, all the while Mother crying out for more and more. "Hurt them," she kept telling him.
"How hot this made me!"
"And hurt them he would."
I interrupted her.
"Did Mike really like what he was doing to his own mother? Did he understand it? Did he have any experience before?"
"No," Janet replied, "Mother was his teacher. Before, her teaching him he didn't know anything. He didn't even jerk off to the best of my knowledge."
"One morning I saw him with his head buried between Mother's legs. I could hear her teaching him how to suck pussy. This was when I first heard her say (give me some head), and it was also the first time that I ever understood what that meant. I liked the expression, still do.
'Spread my cunt lips apart, Mike darling. That's a boy. Now put your nose in just a little, not too deep. Now sniff in a good smell. You like that? Good. Now pinch my little red lips inside my cunt with your fingers. Not too hard at first, darling. Good. You learn fast, little brother.
"My brother was pushing his nose as deep as he could into my Mother's pussy. At the same time he was pinching her red cunt lips. I could hear her breathing harder and harder. Mike was always a good learner.
'Now, Mickey, stick out your little tongue and just lick all around, kiss my sweet cunt hairs. Kiss and suck them. Get them all sticky wet with your saliva. Suck some of them into your mouth. Chew on your mother's cunt hairs. That's a good little boy. Ohooo ... oh.' she called out as my brother did exactly as mother told him.
"She stopped him here for a minute. 'Now, Mickey' she went on, 'I'm going to raise my legs all the way up. Like this. This way you'll be able to look deep into mother's own pussy. It's getting all hot on me, Mike. You're helping me to keep it hot. I can feel it getting hot, my little darling, because of your nose in it. You're sucking my hairs in your darling mouth. Now, look deep in, Mike. You see how red and angry it is? Well, that's because it needs comfort from you, from your little sweet tongue. If you kiss it, and move your lips around and kiss it some more, it won't be so angry, okay, little brother?'
'Just lick it, Mickey, lick it gently. No, no fingers just yet. Take your fingers away, darling, don't use them until I tell you to. Okay, now take lots more smells, smell in deep and breath in my cunt smell.
Good. Now, blow your breath into my cunt, first gently, there that's good, now blow in a little harder. Very good.
'Mother, I want to kiss it, it smells so good."
'No, not yet, Mickey, not yet. Not until Mother tells you. She's having such a good time with your nose just smelling my pussy. I don't want it to ever stop. And, Mike, keep blowing into it at the same time. It's a real thrill, Mike darling.
'Mother, please let me kiss it, please. Oh, I want to kiss it, why won't you let me kiss it? Mike begged.
"Mother now had her legs thrown way back. One hand each held an ankle over her head. She kept opening and closing her thighs with my brother's head sunk between them. I could tell Mike liked this. Sometimes he couldn't catch his breath her thighs were closing in on his head so hard.
"I could hear him sniffing like mad, blowing his hot breath into her wet cunt. Just watching him do this got me so hot I had to close my own legs together. So hot it made me, him blowing her that way, sniffing, smelling my mother's steaming hot cunt. Oh, how mother loved it. I could tell.
"Mother kept calling out, 'Oh, Mickey, smell it, blow it, give it head, give my cunt head, give your mother's hot cunt some good hot head."
"My brother was driving her cunt crazy.
As Janet told me all this, her own fingers were working insanely, tormenting her own pussy, that lovely little girl cunny.
"Oh, I love telling you all this, Mr. Nutter," she cried.
When she saw me staring at her plunging fingers, she took them out of her wet cunt and offered them to my mouth.
"Take a good hot taste," she said, as I sucked them into my mouth. "Don't I taste yummy?"
"In a little while," she said, as she watched me suck on her damp fingers, "I'm going to hide a chocolate kiss in my cunt so it can melt, and we can both taste it. I love the taste of chocolate in my cunt," She winked, "also in my ass."
I kissed her.
"You'll love the taste," she promised. "I do love it so very, very VERY much."
"Well, once my mother taught Mike to smell and blow into her cunt hole, she seemed satisfied somehow. I don't remember if she came that day or not, but I do remember how angry mad she made my brother because she wouldn't let him lick her cunt.
"Mike kept begging, 'Oh, please mother, darling, let me kiss it, let me stick my tongue into it. It smells so good. It's hot and sticky, and I've sucked all your cunt hairs. All I want to do is lick your little pink lips and this thing sticking up, this up here in the front. I want to suck on that, can't I, please, pretty please, mother?'
"Michael kept going on like this. In my own room still watching them, I opened my legs wide. I tried to get my own head between them, but the best I could do was stick my fingers in and make them all sticky gooey with my juices, then suck off my own juices into my mouth.
"I got my mirror and sat on it and watched my own little cunny. It Was red and hot, just like I imagined my mother's cunt to be. I even had the idea of taking Mike off alone, when mother was finished with him, letting him smell and sniff and blow into my cunny. I would have let him lick it, even suck it. That's how hot his scene with mother made me.
"But like always mother made Mike get up suddenly. Mother put her legs down and stretched, her fingers still playing with her breasts when they weren't doing something else to her naked body. Mother loved being naked. She loved looking in her mirror, fondling, touching herself all over. I always knew she liked this. The truth is, Mr. Nutter, that it was she who taught me, in her way, to do this myself. That's why I like it now."
I stood up and finished my drink. I was half drunk. "Janet," I said, kneeling in front of her. She opened her thighs wide. "Janet, darling, do you want to go get the chocolate kiss now?"
She leaped up. "Mr. Nutter, I've got two of them. Should I get just one?"
"Both," I said.
She winked at me and started off.
"I know," she smiled, "one in my little asshole, the other in my little mouth down here." She petted her cunny.
When Janet came back she was carrying a bright yellow pillow case. She arranged this neatly on the couch cushion on which she had been sitting.
"This is just in case I leak," she grinned. "My cunny goo would get all over the couch and that wouldn't be nice, but it would be nice and sticky, wouldn't it?" she grinned again. There was a devilfish look in her eye. There was a wild gleam in her eye I had not detected previously. She was also smiling. What a pretty little girl smile. I loved her deep brown' eyes, her perfect white teeth.
"Well, about mother," she continued, "she soon had my brother doing anything she wanted him to do. One morning she was on all fours completely nude. Her knees spread on the bed. Her head buried in the pillows. Mike was on his knees behind her anxiously waiting for instructions.
I could tell he was either very bored or very excited. He didn't have a hard-on. His little prick just dangled between his legs. I could see his balls. They were large and very soft. I never liked Mike's balls then, but the more I saw of them, the more I loved them."
Janet sat down carefully on the yellow pillow case. "I love your balls terribly much, Mr. Nutter. They're so hard. I like the little hairs on them."
"Well, mother kept wiggling her naked ass in my brother's face. She turned her head ever so slightly, 'Mickey,' she said, 'now touch your mother's bottom. Squeeze the cheeks, but not too hard at first. Just run your hands over them. Do you find my ass cheeks smooth, darling. Any pimples?'
'No,' my brother answered.
"It was true, mother didn't have a single blemish on her body. She still doesn't. I guess you saw that, didn't you, Mr. Nutter?"
"Mike began to fondle and squeeze her buttocks. They were so tempting to bite and pinch. He pinched her full cheeks and this made them red. I could see his prick slowly getting hard.
'Mike, darling,' said mother, 'now spread them apart and see if you can look at mother's ass hole. Tell me if you can see the hole, Mike, baby."
"'Oh, yes, I can see it now, mother, when I spread you open like this I can see all of it. I can even see under where I was smelling and blowing.
"'Well, darling boy, do the same now to my asshole, but remember one thing. You are not allowed to kiss it with your lips, or to put your tongue into it. Just smell it, just put your nose into it as deep as you want. You can smell it and blow into it, but you can't taste it. No, not yet, little brother."
"Mike hugged his mother's big behind in his arms. He rubbed his face all over it. He put his nose into the deep crack and I could hear him sniffing for all he was worth. Then he spread the cheeks wide open and I saw mother rear up as Mike's mouth came real close and he began blowing his breath into her asshole.
Janet stopped talking and thought for a brief moment. "You know, Mr. Nutter, I'd love to do that to her."
She went on. "All this while mother was squeezing her tits, squashing them so hard I could see her face all screwed up. I don't think she was in pain, though. Mike kept at blowing her until finally mother said softly, 'now, darling, lick your mother's asshole with your tongue. Stick in your tongue as far as you can get it, darling boy. Oh, Mickey' she screamed as my brother's tongue began to jab into her asshole as she asked him to do.
"Mother was wiggling her bare bottom for all she was worth right in my brother's face. 'Lick it,' she kept screaming, 'kiss it,' she kept crying out. 'Bite it, nibble on it with your teeth,' she cried and just as my brother began to do this, she came so hard she backed up so roughly, so suddenly that she knocked my poor brother almost off the bed.
"Watching them, I came too. Only this time I had my own finger in my own asshole. I didn't know I could come that way, Mr. Nutter. I love to come that way. You've got to make me come that way sometime real soon."
For about another fifteen minutes Janet talked on and on. She was wildly excited with her own story. Whenever she was especially sexy hot she would finger and grab my prong and finger and strip it up and down, now and then interrupting her story to lean over lovingly and kiss its head, licking the strong staff, slapping it with her hand against her cheek. "I love this damned prick," she said often.
She was also slightly drunk, which is not to say that I was completely sober. Once she raised and opened her legs. I could see the beginning of the chocolate kiss episode slowly coming up. She slipped one finger into her sopping cunt and put it back into her mouth.
"Ohoo, I taste so good." She poked her brown finger into my mouth. It did taste good.
I could see, with her legs raised and parted that already the chocolate was beginning to stain the yellow pillow case.
"I have to pee but I'm going to hold it in," she smiled lasciviously. "I want to see if you like the taste of hot pee and chocolate all mixed up."
I couldn't wait any longer. This little girl was positively the most successful cock-teaser I'd ever known. Roughly I picked her up and threw her down on the couch. She gave me no resistance except that wild smile, those grinning lips.
"Whatcha' going to do to me, Mr. Nutter?" With her naked foot she brushed my prick which was now swollen as it had ever been.
"Kiss my toes first," she insisted. "I love it."
But I refused. I spread her legs as far apart as they would go. I buried my head between her slim white thighs. I spread her cunt lips with my tongue and thrust it in between the wet, chocolaty lips, tasting the sweetness of the candy and the saltiness of her brimming girl cunt. I swallowed her cunt lips inside my mouth, licking for all I was worth, making great sucking noises as she squirmed and writhed on the couch.
"Eat the candy, eat the candy," she screamed. "It's all messed up and gooey. Eat the candy kiss, swallow the candy," she kept saying.
My tongue was swimming in and out of her tiny girl's cunt with such speed she started to quiver uncontrollably. Her fingernails ripped my shoulders and her fingers gripped the hair on my head and tugged until I was in pain. I continued to bite and suck her cunny. I kissed her cunny passionately, wiggling my nose into it's depth until it was beginning to get clogged up with her juices and the chocolate.
I was sucking her wildly as she pumped her loins into my face. How wonderful she tasted. She wriggled and squirmed and moaned. She linked her arms around my head and ground her cunt against my mouth. "Oh, it's goofy, it's goofy," she kept screaming. I felt my mouth full of chocolaty juice. I could feel it dribbling down my chin. When I would stop sucking that delicious little girl hole for but a second, I would lick my lips and swallow her juices.
Her hands were stroking my shoulders, her cunt thrusting violently against my face. "Oh," she screamed in glee, "you should see your sticky, messy face, all covered with a chocolate kiss. Oh, yummy, suck the candy out of me, Mr. Nutter, lick and suck it out of my little cunny."
"Oh, I want to pee so bad," she moaned. I kept sucking. I squashed my face again and again between her thighs. When I opened my eyes I could see the chocolate all over her white thighs, all over the yellow pillow case.
I turned her over. I spread open her ass and went at the tight hole as a terrier might at a piece of tasty mat. I sucked her whole asshole into my hungry mouth. I bit at the lovely ass cheeks. I tongued under to again taste her flowing cunt.
"Put your finger in! Put your finger in!" she screamed. "Put your finger deep into my asshole."
I wanted to ram my prick into her asshole. That's what I wanted to do. Instead I plunged in my finger brutally. I pushed it in and out until she was throbbing, the chocolate covering my finger like pure little girl shit.
"Oh, harder, push it in," she cried, bucking up, breathing heavily, her ass hole gripping my finger like a vise.
I was breathing myself like a madman. How I wanted to push my prick into the little girl asshole. I couldn't restrain myself. I raised up and cruelly wrenched her buttocks apart, revealing the chocolate filled asshole. "Put your finger back in," Janet screamed, "put anything in, I don't care. Put something in," she writhed, squirming, her fingers now digging in and out of her own soppy, chocolate cunny.
I felt breathless now, tense. I pinched her tits. I bit her back, slipping down to bite her lovely bottom cheeks. I raised up then, and twisting her bottom, lifting it up, posed my prick at the entrance of her tiny hole. I was quivering with a madness, a passion I had never known.
"Oh, stick in your prick, stick your prick in, please, please, I beg you."
As I pushed my prick it began to enter slowly. Just the head at first. It would not go. I pushed again. Still it would not go. I could hardly hold her ass still.
Soon I felt it beginning to slip into the asshole, Janet's priceless, beautiful, little girl asshole. "OUCH!" she screamed.
Frightened, I pulled out. She turned rapidly to face me.
I'm not mad. Get up, get up. I have to pee.. Oh, Christ, shit, I have to pee now. Get up." Get up off of me. I can't move."
I raised up and climbed off. I staggered backwards, mostly from the liquor. I sat on the floor.
Janet leaped on me, straddling my face with her thighs. "Oh, I can't hold it in. Taste me. Suck my cunny. Ohooo, I'm pissing into your mouth. Oh, Mr. Nutter, suck my pee, drink my pee, eat my candy....
CHAPTER SIX
When privacy is invaded, in terms of the Morgan family, one must adopt an attitude. Either one must continue to invade, or one should retreat. How could I retreat?
Janet's exciting story of the sexually incestuous beginnings between her mother and her brother was told with such astonishing honesty, with no irony at all. There was no holding back. She truly enjoyed every word she said, the reliving of every scene.
Following, you will read two fragments of conversations we had, Janet and I. I will enclose them in parentheses in order to not confuse.
(Mother was reading. I don't remember what.
Mike came home. He was tired. 'Come over here, darling.' Mother asked my brother what he had done all day. 'I thought about your cunt all day, mother. I can't think of anything else.')
('Mickey,' I am your mother. Do you think you should be licking my feet the way you're doing? Doesn't it seem dirty to you to suck my asshole? Suppose all your friends knew what you did to your mother in bed, what your mother does to you?') Incest is one of the most precious of all sexual acts. It is indeed the most sensual, the most tender. Love is akin to it. This makes it real, valuable.
Following the chocolate kiss episode Janet and I began a relationship which invited others. She was as angry as I that I had not fucked her baby asshole, but this was not to stand between us. I knew that it would happen soon. It was simply a question of when. I remember her words, even now.
"Mr. Nutter, when my little ass is ready it will swallow up your cock, okay?"
Reader, I want you to know that fucking little Janet's girl asshole was not why I took the job. It was the furthest thing from my mind. For two days following our afternoon of sex, we had nothing sexual to do with each other, except for her to listen to me teach her, for her to obey, for her to write out her lessons and to study. To my surprise, Janet was a very good student.
She would come into the living room, which we had converted into a study area, totally naked. We stood on principle and insisted she be dressed.
From time to time Janet would refuse to keep her dress on, even her sandals. Before she would decide to 'learn,' I would have to suck on her toes. Needless to say, this was always terribly enjoyable. She would squat down on the hardwood floor near the piano, spread her knees and piddle on her toes, all the while masturbating her clitoris, fingering her asshole. When her feet and toes were good and drenched she would fall back and call me over.
I would kneel before her and she would raise one foot after the other so I could lick the urine from her toes. Many times she would insist that I suck and lick her whole foot, whether it was dirty or not. I would. I enjoyed every one of these moments.
There were many times, mother's being upstairs in the house not bothering us at all, that Janet would insist we take a break from the lessons. When this happened, it meant simply that we were to take a walk into the park, perhaps spending an hour.
The first time we went is memorable. It was my third week on the job.
It was a dreamy, quiet afternoon. Few people were about. We entered at 68th Street and walked down the path toward the hotdog stand. Here she bought a cherry popsicle. She was extremely cheerful, smiling, happy. As we left the house I saw the familiar devil grin. Something was up, other than my prick.
"Why don't we find a secluded spot?" she demanded, "I don't want to suck on my popsicle just anywhere."
I had no idea what she had in mind. In fact, I never did. If anyone was unpredictable, it was my little Janet. She never knew what time it was, either.
We found just the right isolated spot and a bench was luckily at hand. Here we sat. The serenity of the park was magnificent. Only the birds made noise. A well-married couple of squirrels played nearby, racing up and down the tall old trees. The sun was high in the sky. Peaceful moments such as these have always pleased me.
"Is it all right if I sit with my skirt up, Mr. Nutter?"
"Anything you like, Janet."
"I would really like to sit here all naked."
"We can't do that."
"I know."
She turned to me. "If you'd really like to know what I'd like to do, I will tell you. What I'd like to do is take off my skirt, just my skirt and sit with my bare ass on this bench. That would feel good."
"It's a pity we can't."
"It is a pity. Then you know what I'd like else to do, Mr. Nutter. I'd like to stick this ice cold cherry popsicle up my cunt. That's what I'd really like to do."
"Can't you do that without taking off your skirt?"
"I guess I could, but it wouldn't be half as much fun."
"Sorry," said I.
"Sometimes you're no fun at all," said she.
"Sorry."
She jumped up. "Watch me. I'm going over there into the bushes, and I am going to take my skirt off, and I'm going to poke this popsicle into my cunt. Just thinking about it makes my cunt hot. I need to cool it off."
"Okay," I grinned. I didn't believe her, that she would do it. I had an insane fear that if she did, at the precise moment the pussy was visible, someone would pass by. And it would be a cop, either in plainclothes, or in uniform. This we just could not have. It wasn't my reputation that bothered me, I mean, the smearing of it, or appearing in court for contributing to the delinquency of a minor-hell, I don't know what annoyed me about it. I was just terribly, terribly afraid. I had to admit it to myself. I was afraid.
As she started to go, she turned. "Do you think you'd like a lick of the popsicle after it's been in my cunt?"
"Yes."
Janet grinned happily and skipped off to the bushes. As it is said, I had hoped against hope that no one would appear, but something in the fates that govern such hope against hoping, failed. No sooner was little Janet standing between two trees, her skirt bunched up around her waist, she bending over and inserting the dripping cherry popsicle, when a uniformed policeman appeared. He seemed to have dropped out of the sky so suddenly was he standing not three feet away from Janet. I blanched and began to ready some plausible excuse.
I didn't need to.
I can't explain why or how the cop didn't see me. I was sitting in bold daylight on the green bench. I was dressed normally. I was smoking, I remember. I was also shaking.
The cop looked first to his left, then his right, then up and down at his feet. He saw no one but our little girl, Janet, plunging the popsicle in and out of her cunny. I could see him smiling. Janet was so intent on her pleasure that she didn't see the cop either. In and out she drove the dripping popsicle.
Then she looked up. At first glance she saw the cop. He was now standing slightly obscured by an oak tree. He was feeling his prick under his uniform trousers. I could see it growing hard.
"Hello, there," said Janet. I could have fainted. She made no effort to stop the motion of the ice cold popsicle in her cunny. I was terribly afraid again that she'd take the dress off altogether. She had some sanction after all, didn't she? I mean the cop standing here, jerking himself off, watching my lovely morsel of a girl and just about to release his stiff prick from his already open fly.
"Are you a friendly cop?" Janet asked. She glanced over at me. I was in full view of her and the cop. If this man had any sense at all, had he not been overwhelmed by the sight of Janet's lovely naked legs, the smooth belly, the tiny lips of her almost hairless cunt, he could certainly have seen me sitting there on the bench. But he didn't see me. This was fantastic.
"Yes, I am," I heard him say.
"Are you going to arrest me?" Janet asked. Even as she asked this question, she continued to rub the now almost exhausted popsicle between her legs, slipping the remnant of it into her cunny. It was now a bright red, and to me it looked as though she were bleeding; the cherry red stain of the popsicle covering her lower belly, her thighs and even dripping down her legs to her bare toes. She had kicked off her sandals, leaving her feet bare.
"No, I'm not going to arrest you, darling," I heard the cop remark. "I just want to watch you do what you're doing."
At this juncture Janet looked directly at me. She put her fingers to her lips. "Shhhhush," she whispered to the cop. My father's sitting right over there." She pointed. I could have dropped dead.
The cop turned to look in my direction. He could have also dropped dead. It dawned on him that I had observed the entire scene, his fondling his prick, then opening his trousers, taking out the prick and holding it in his hand while watching my 'daughter."
Hastily he buttoned up, so to speak. He turned to me. I smiled. What else was I to do? Just the trace of a smile appeared on his lips. Oh, I could have been Janet's father. I was more than 25 years older than she. But he knew differently. But what did he know? I knew that I knew more than he did. In fact, if anyone was going to turn anyone in, I had the best opportunity. All Janet could have been arrested for was indecent exposure, and what on earth was indecent about a young girl of fourteen sticking a cherry red popsicle into her hot cunt on a warm summer afternoon?
Nothing. And the cop realized this.
This may read like utter foolishness but it's all entirely true. I called the police officer over. I asked him what time it was. How did he like his duty? Janet joined us on the bench.
She winked at me, "Daddy I can sit with my skirt up now. We have a cop here who can arrest anyone who doesn't like it." She turned to the cop. "Isn't that so, officer?" She touched his shoulder.
To my amazement, the cop softened. He was an older cop. Maybe this is why he softened. Had he been one of the prick type young cops, he would have got his nuts off watching little Janet, but he would have arrested her. I knew this. It's never happened to me, but I knew the possibilities of such happening. I don't like cops generally. Specifically I know quite a few and they are human beings like the rest of us. Only they swear too much among themselves. Many are vulgar people. These I don't like.
"Are you really her daddy?" the cop wanted to know.
"No," said I. I was then expecting him to say, 'You're under arrest."
He didn't. Instead, he just smiled. "I never married, said he."
Janet smirked at him. "And you always wanted a daughter just like me, if you could have had one, right?"
The cop laughed. "Right."
"To look at my cunt the way you did?" Janet asked outright.
"In a way of speaking," the cop mumbled. "Daddy," Janet teased, "why don't we send the cop off for another popsicle and then maybe he knows a secret place in the park where we can all go. Both of you can watch me, and then there are other things that I want to do, okay, daddy?"
I burst out in laughter. The cop joined in. This was too good to be true. He knew it as well as I knew it. But secretly I was still afraid. I hate to admit it here, but it's true.
"There is a place, one place I know," he police officer said, warming up to the idea.
"Where I can take all my clothes off?" asked Janet eagerly. "Right out in the middle of the park?"
"Well, it's not in the real middle," said the cop, "but its a place where you can do anything you want, little one." He began to really look at little, sexy Janet. Her skirt was way up as usual, her thighs were easily seen. Had she raised the skirt one more half an inch, her little cunny would be visible.
"But first I have to buy you a popsicle, right?" asked the cop.
"Not one," answered Janet. "Two popsicles, one cherry red, the other orange."
The cop laughed. He got up and left us. He told us to meet him at a certain spot in about twenty minutes. Janet jumped with glee.
"You really want to know what I'm up to, Mr. Nutter?" She reached for my prick. It had been stiff for the longest time. But it wasn't about to shoot, that is, until the little girl's hand began to toy with it.
Twenty minutes later both Janet and I were at the spot the cop suggested. It was right near an unused baseball diamond. Directly in front of us was a public rest-room building. Signs in both Spanish and English announced Men and Women. It was either closed for business, or it was not in business. I decided on looking closer, that it was not open at all. Besides, it was in such a desolate part of the park, I wondered why it had been built in the first place.
I was growing quite impatient when suddenly the cop appeared. He was carrying a small bag. I could see two popsicle sticks protruding from its opening.
Janet's cunny was hot as fire. "I can't stand it," she exclaimed.
The cop beckoned us to follow him. We did. He led us to the door marked Women. From his pocket he retrieved a key. He inserted this into the lock. The door opened. In we followed. At first sight of the interior it was obvious to me that this place had not been used in many and many a day.
I had never been in a 'ladies' room before. I was somewhat surprised at the orderliness of it all, but then realizing that it hadn't been used, I was no longer surprised. Janet was all afire. She pulled her dress off and started to jump around. "Take off your uniform, officer," she ordered the cop, "but first give me my popsicles. I've got things to do with them." She stopped and stared at the both of us.
"I want both of you as naked as you can get."
"Are we safe in here, officer?" I asked.
"As safe as pie," he answered ... whatever that meant.
"Would you trust me with your gun?" Janet asked quietly.
The cop looked away. He was embarrassed at the sight of the naked young girl. Janet's breasts never looked more luscious than they did in that half lit, abandoned Ladies room. Her smooth skin and her curvy bottom, her young slit, the young hairs beginning to grow upon it, the slim, naked legs-all this added to the scene. The cop had a hard-on a mile long. So did I.
I began to undress.
"Are we really free in here?" Janet asked the cop. "Because, if we are then we can do most anything, right. And you're not going to stop us, or arrest us, or do anything against us, right?"
The cop was getting out of his belt. He put all his equipment down on the bench near the door and climbed out of his trousers. "Wow," exclaimed Janet when she first saw his prick. "It's a great one," she cried. She went over to him, stark naked, and she kneeled. With both hands she began to fondle his prick and balls. The cop's prick was as hard as mine was. But he was getting all the attention. Janet put her lips to it and began to lick it. She turned to me. "Get me the orange popsicle, daddy, please."
She began rubbing the orange popsicle all over the cop's prick and balls, under them and between th cheeks of his ass. He loved it. She licked his prick, she licked his legs. She was kneeling in front of him all the while. She ignored me. He had his hands on her head, guiding her bobbing mouth as her lips and tongue kissed and sucked his prick and his heavy balls. "Oh, I love it," she cried.
She looked over to me.
"Daddy, take the other popsicle and stick it into my hole, okay, daddy?"
She spread her legs and I stooped down behind her. I took the popsicle, the cherry-red one and began to rub its iciness between her young thighs. This was from the rear and I had a delicious view of her baby asshole. I poked at this with the ice cold popsicle and she shivered deliciously. "Oh, stick it in, daddy," she yelled, "stick the fucking ice cold popsicle into my cunt."
The cop, hearing all this language, wanted to come. Janet was now sucking his prick deeply into her mouth. He was pushing at her. He had his hands on his hips and was thrusting his cock into young Janet's hungry mouth. She had never sucked me this way. My prick was larger. That was true. I loved to watch her as her lips nibbled, as her tongue licked up and down his prong, and she loved the tip of it with her wet tongue, all the while rubbing the . orange popsicle over his balls and prick, licking up the orange taste of it as the popsicle melted in contact with his hot fleshy prick and balls.
Janet made slurping sounds as the popsicle melted and the orange juice began to drip. She made him sit down on the cement floor. Now she could really get at him. She made him turn over and began to push the popsicle between the fat cheeks of his ass, finally darting it into the opening of his asshole. The cop was in heaven, if you can ever imagine a cop in heaven.
I managed to get the cherry popsicle into Janet's cunt. It was melting rapidly. The red juice was discoloring her asshole, her little slit, her thighs. It was dripping all over the place. My hands were sticky from the popsicle juice.
"Now, suck me," Janet ordered. "Suck all the juice off, and I'll come, maybe, I'll come, dear daddy."
I could not keep from laughing. I did, and Janet turned, taking the cop's prick out of her drooling mouth and scowled at me. I stopped laughing.
As abrupt as she always was, Janet jumped up. She stood for a moment then leaned over the cop. "Suck on my tits," she ordered, "while my daddy sucks my cunt."
The cop was beyond himself. In his wildest imagination this could not have taken place. He obeyed. Janet leaned over him, placing her breasts right in front of his open mouth. He sucked on her pert, little nipples. He almost swallowed her whole breast in his hot mouth. His tongue worked furiously trying to do what she kept insisting he do. "Suck it all the way in, you cop," she kept screaming.
The sounds of her voice, the sounds of his sucking her tits, the sounds of my rubbing the now melted popsicle, and finally the stick alone, into her cunt, out of it and into her baby girl asshole, echoed throughout the Ladies room in the silence.
Janet raised up. "There's one more thing I want. Okay?"
Both the cop and I looked at her. What could she want.
"I want the cop to put the muzzle of his gun into my cunt, then I want to suck it." She looked steadfastly at the cop. "Will you do that for me?"
Without answering, the cop reached over. He took the gun from his holster. He pointed it at Janet's cunt. She screamed as it began to poke its way into her tiny cunt hole. He pushed it in and out of her juicing cunt until at last she exploded. He kept it up, enjoying the play. Never had his gun been pointed at anything more delicious than little Janet's cunny. She came with so explosive a response that she passed out.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Back in the house finally, Janet was all aglow.
"I think that was just the greatest of all" she shouted as she ran up the stairs to her room, "that gun of his in my cunt was marvelous."
Mother came into the front room. I was rearranging the books we had used for our lesson. Mother was in one of her happy moods. "Did you have a good time on your walk?" she asked. I saw she was all dressed to go out somewhere.
"We had a good time," I answered. "Where are you off to?"
"Nowhere," she announced pleasantly. "I just felt like dressing up. You're being in the house had made some changes in me. Don't you like me dressed up?" she winked. She sat down on the couch. She placed her high heeled feet on the mattress which still rested in front of the couch. The yellow pillow case with the very evident chocolate stain was crumbled up in the corner.
"What's this?" mother asked.
"The remnant of an experience with a chocolate kiss," I answered.
"I don't understand," she responded.
I told her the story. I was half afraid she would be distressed by the account of the chocolate kisses in her daughter's cunny and asshole, but I was wrong. She smiled as I went on with the tale.
"Janet is a delicious little thing, isn't she?" Mrs. Morgan asked.
I confirmed this, continuing on about the pissing episode. I was sure this aspect would bother her somewhat. Again I was wrong. She leaned forward and crossed her legs. She looked at me confidentially.
"Do you ever think, Mr. Nutter, that Janet and I could establish some sort of similar relationship?"
"Why not?" I wanted to know.
"I know think she's too friendly enough with me. That's what I think. I think loving her the way I should love my daughter is almost too late. I admit to having neglected her severely since dad's death."
"I think you could make it all right again," I offered. "Since you've got young Michael off your hands for the summer, you'll have lots of good time to get back in her graces."
"I hope so, Mr. Nutter. I feel terrible sometimes thinking about it. I don't want to give you the impression that it doesn't bother me. It really does." I was staring at mother's lovely legs as she talked on. I wasn't much listening to her. Her brief skirt had slipped up to reveal much expanse of silky nylon and just a glimpse of bare thigh above the stocking top on the left leg. She was wearing bright red panties. I could see just the suggestion of them. When she moved slightly to get a cigaret and light it, her legs parted. I could see the full luscious mound between her thighs. I well remembered what lay hidden between the pure white thighs.
She saw me looking. "You like that, Mr. Nutter? You like what you see?"
"It's beautiful," said I.
She raised her behind from the couch and pulled up the skirt until she was sitting with it almost around her narrow waist. The panties were a bright cherry red and the contrast between the bare white flesh of her thighs and the dark sheer stockings was a study in beauty and sex.
She sat there quietly, staring over at me. I had a hard-on already. I could feel my prick rising and wanting to escape into the freedom of the open air.
"Your prick looks good to me from this distance, Mr. Nutter."
"It feels good, too, Mrs. Morgan," I laughed Mother's legs began to open and close. I could see the tiny cunt hairs along the edges of the crotch of her panties. This was the juicy cunt that her son Michael loved to suck. And how much she loved him to suck, nibble on it! Her hand went to it as if she were reading my mind. Her fingers began to stroke it slowly over the bright red panties. The fingers caressed and stroked, one finger prying and poking into the thin material.
"I love to play with myself this way, staring over at your prick," she said languidly. One of her fingers from the other hand was now sneaking under the crotch of her panties, stealing under to touch the hot flesh of her cunt, to feel the soft silky hairy bush that covered the thick lips of her cunt.
"Oh, I'm sloppy wet already," she exclaimed as the finger plunged into her cunt. My prick was bursting just from watching. I could feel the wetness of my prick as it began weeping over my shorts.
"I'm really sloppy wet already," mother said again.
Her finger was now making slurping sounds as she wiggled it in her crease. She pushed it in and out. Her other hand caressed her long legs. She kicked off her shoes. Again I was fascinated, almost greedy about her toes under the silky nylon.
"Take out your stiff prick," mother said, beginning to breath heavily. "I've just got to look at it. I even want to touch it, to kiss it. If you'll let me, I'll suck you off, too."
"But Janet might interrupt us," I said.
"I don't think so," Mrs. Morgan said, "if I know Janet after coming from one of her excursions in the park, she's probably napping right now. Janet's a great one for napping. I think we're quite alone, Mr. Nutter."
I stood up and dropped my trousers.
"Oh, it's so big and nice," mother smiled lovingly. "I just love to see pricks under briefs," she said. "I love Mike's little prick when I see it first getting stiff. I hope his grows to become the size of your darling one," she added.
She was staring at it adoringly from across the room. I was indeed tempted to go over next to her, but I found myself resisting. I have yet to figure this out. I've given it a lot of thought. It wasn't that mother turned me off. Not at all. But I still don't know what fed my reluctance to go over and sit next to that lovely half undressed body, to fondle those slim stockinged legs, toy with her toes under the confining silk.
Her thighs were now spread wide apart. Her feet were still resting on the mattress on the floor. Her fingers were now playing roughly with the lips of her luscious cunt buried under the red panties. As I watched and as she watched me, her fingers began a darting rhythm, her thumb twisting the clitoris, the other hand rubbing up and down her legs, over her belly.
"Should I take off my panties, Mr. Nutter? Would you like me to take off my panties? You've taken off your trousers. If I take off my panties, will you slip out of your shorts?"
I nodded blissfully. I began to touch my prick. It was hot as all hell, so stiff I was again afraid that it would shoot all over the place. I released it from my shorts. It popped out and up large and strong. The head was on fire. My balls were beginning to get the feeling of excitement. I could feel them tingling as my hand stroked up and down on my thick staff.
"I love that prick, oh, I so love to watch that dancing prick," mother said.
I watched her closely as she raised her lower body. With two hands she slowly began stripping down the bright cherry red panties until they were about half way down. Here she stopped. "Like the sight of me now?" she asked.
"I love it," I replied.
My mouth was beginning to water from the sight. As her fingers took the panties down lower and lower, her legs spread impossibly wide open, exposing the entire lovely cunt to my eager glance. The deep red lips of her cunt stared out at me. Indeed she was gushy wet. I could see the cream covering the deep red lips, covering the black soft hair that blanketed her inner thighs, her crotch.
"This is fun," she said. She sounded just like little Janet.
"Do you want to come over and smell it, just a little smell, Mr. Nutter?"
I started to rise to do just that, but again something held me back.
By now my testicles were quite swollen and working hard together. I have always liked the sensation. My prick was Utterly bursting, and it was turning a deep purple. This always happens when I get so hot. Sometimes I get so hot, I can't even come. This is different from the times that I can shoot off even when my prick is baby soft.
"I just adore that hard prick of yours," Mrs. Morgan said. Now her panties were down by her ankles. She kicked them off.
"Now get out of those damned drawers," she commanded. Her voice was so firm and demanding I had little choice but to obey. I did. I stood up, my prick poking out like a ramrod. I had difficulty slipping down my shorts, my prick in the way.
"Oh, how much I'd love to suck you off," she said, wiggling her bottom on the couch. "Come over here and lay down at my feet, Mr. Nutter."
I tried to resist, but I didn't have it in me. I walked over, my prick as stiff as it had ever been, standing out before me, leading the way, you might say. I've always been proud of my prick, and today it had never been more conscious of my admiration of it. It had served me well, before, during and after my marriage to Helen. Helen loved it, especially in her asshole. I found myself wondering about Mrs. Morgan's, mother's asshole, the one Mike sniffed, smelled, licked and tasted so often. I could still hear her voice telling her son what so do to it.
"Kneel down like a good boy. I .want you to have the smell of it now. I want you to taste it, too."
I obeyed. Kneeling I put my hands on her wide open thighs. She raised her bottom and thrust her cunt into the direction of my lips. I lowered my head. The first aroma of her cunt was wild. She had perfumed it, obviously. But still the naked human odor of it was present. I licked along her thighs first, definitely keeping my tongue from touching the exposed deep red slit. White cream covered the inner lips and it was thick and sticky cream. I could tell this just by looking.
Then I began licking and sucking furiously, lapping my tongue deep inside the glistening lips of mother's sopping wet cunt. She adored it. She kept up a motion, twisting, turning, revolving her cunt lips in my face, rubbing her juices, her creamy wetness all over my face. How good she tasted, the mixture of the expensive perfume, the human aroma of her inner cunt and the perspiration which was slowly gathering in her cunt hole and on her white thighs. "This is so sexy," she squealed.
I licked mother's cunt for all I was worth. Her legs were now thrown back over her head like a contortionist. She was writhing all over the couch. When her asshole came into view, I reached and parted the buttocks with my fingers. Deftly I inserted one and she cried out. "Oh, put your tongue in there, put your tongue deep in my ass, Mr. Nutter. I love the feel of it."
My tongue burrowed into her asshole. I licked all around its edges and she squirmed in passion. "Suck it, suck it deeply."
My tongue worked in and out of mother's asshole like a terrier's. She was almost upside down, so far back were her legs over her head. How she loved the intimate attention my tongue was paying to her asshole. Now I had three fingers into her cunt hole and she was crying out so loud in her pleasure that I wondered if people on the street couldn't hear. The windows were wide open.
"Oh, I think I have to fart," she yelled out. "Oh, christ, is it all right if I fart in your face?"
Before I could answer, even pull my head away, remove my lips and tongue from her asshole, out came the fart. It was one of those blubbering long-lasting farts and to my utter astonishment, the odor was not unpleasant. The fart must have lasted at least ten second. It's true I had opened the asshole wide, and my licking, plunging tongue in opening the nether lips, must have had something to do with . the length of the fart. "Oh, God," she sighed.
I continued licking and sucking her. She then threw her legs down and pulled me up to her. "Kiss my mouth, now," she commanded. My mouth opened and I pushed my tongue into her waiting mouth. "Oh, I taste good, don't I?" she exclaimed.
It was here that we both looked up to see little daughter, Janet, standing sleepy eyed in the foyer. She was totally naked.
"Gosh," she yawned, "what have you two been up to?" She scratched her belly, then lowered her hand to her little, almost hairless cunt. It was a most suggestive touching.
Mother laughed. "We were having fun," she said.
She sat up straight but made no effort to pull down her skirt to cover her bare legs and belly. Janet stared at her.
"Come over here, little one, and sit with us for a moment," mother asked.
Janet obeyed. She walked over, just the beginning of a tiny smile on her pretty, young face. Her slim naked body was lovely. Her breasts seemed to have grown, even since I had been in the house.
Janet's firm little ass and the pink, rosy, cheeks were a delight to behold as she brushed past me and sat down next to her mother. Mother immediately put an arm around her young shoulders and hugged her tight.
"I want to be friends with you, darling," she said.
"I do, too, mother," answered Janet, "but I just don't know how to say some things to you. Things I've got stored up in me that I've always wanted to say.
I thought I heard her sobbing, but I was wrong. She was leaning closer to her mother. One of Janet's hands began to caress the inside of her mother's naked thigh. Mother parted her legs slightly so Janet's hand could have more freedom. The little girl looked down at me. I had now sat on the mattress in front of the couch. Both mother, with her skirt raised above her hips, revealing all her delicious nudity, and young Janet, stark naked, sitting next to her were a joyous sight. Janet easily gave me one of her feet to hold when I reached out for it.
But she soon pulled it away from my hand and placed it on my still stiff prong. Her toes began to tease the shaft.
"I like all of us here like this," said Mrs. Morgan. She began to play with her daughter's breasts tentatively. "I've never done this," she said almost apologetically to me as I sat there staring between her legs. Mother's cunt was positively lovely.
"I've always wanted you to, mother," said Janet pensively, even dreamily as her mother's agile fingers began to squeeze the young breasts, touching the pert nipples on each, once squeezing the one on the right breast.
"I'm glad you do, darling," mother said. "I'm so damned sorry that we never understood each other before."
"It's all because of my stupid brother, mother. That's what caused all the trouble."
"That's not altogether true," said Janet's mother. I sat and watched. Jan's toes were now busily sliding up and down my prick. My juices were beginning to flow and her toes were sliding, slipping over the head of my cock.
Mother looked down and admired my prick. "Doesn't he have lovely balls?" she commented to her daughter.
"I love them," Janet admitted.
"Stand up, Mr. Nutter, and let us look at them closely," mother ordered.
"They're pretty," gushed Janet, reaching out to clutch them in her hand. Her fingers between my legs excited me. My prick stood up hard and strong. Janet's fingers began stroking my balls. She was weighing them in her hand.
"Oh, they're so nice and heavy, Mr. Nutter."
I wished they'd both stop calling me Mr. Nutter, but every time I had asked them to call me Sam, or Samuel, my middle name, neither seemed to pay much attention. So it was to be always 'Mr. Nutter."
As I remember it now, I guess it really didn't matter.
"Touch your mother's cunt, darling," Mrs. Morgan said to Janet. She parted her legs even wider. Janet's fingers climbed up one thigh and sought the opening of her mother's gorgeous slit. One finger stole in deeply. Mother flinched.
"Oh, your finger nails, darling. You'll just have to do something about them. They're too sharp for my tender cunt."
"I'm sorry, mother. Should I kiss it and make it all better?"
Mrs. Morgan looked at me curiously. Her eyes staring into mine made me feel almost unnecessary. Its not that I get rejected easily. It's that I'm extra sensitive to other people's expressions. Many times I'm wrong in my interpretation of them. I was wrong here.
"Tell her to kiss my cunt and make it better, Mr. Nutter."
I did. Janet smiled at me and it was surely a conspiratorial smile. I knew she had always wanted to do just this, suck her mother's sweet cunt, but for obvious reasons the opportunity for her to do so had never risen.
Janet lowered his head and began kissing her mother's naked belly, sticking her little tongue into her belly button, licking down, closer and closer to the pubic hair her brother loved to eat.
"Suck your mother, Janet," I urged. I kneeled along side the naked child. I put my arm around her waist and then let it slip under her belly until my fingers were caressing her youthful breasts, tweaking the pert young nipples.
"Suck her, darling," I insisted, as Janet's tongue began to lick lower and lower. Finally she leaned back on her legs and dipped her head between her mother's sweet, naked thighs, finally plunging her tongue between the deep red lips of her mother's inviting pussy.
Janet began to lick, to suck, to swallow all the cream that had collected in her mother's cunny. She was slurping it up. I could hear the tongue swishing in and up and down the hot lips of her mother's cunt.
Janet's hands reached up and began to play with her mother's breasts hidden inside her blouse. Mother adored this play. She smiled at me benevolently. I still had my erection. Mother opened her mouth and played her tongue over her lips as she stared at my hot prick. She kept nodding her head, winking, telling me silently to either stick my prick into her daughter, or to lick her. I couldn't determine which.
But I kneeled down behind the young girl. Gently I parted the cheeks of her sweet ass. I began to lick it, sucking hungrily on the tight little hole.
"Oh, Jesus," cried Janet.
All the while her mother held her head in both hands as Janet continued to lick and suck her mother's steaming cunt. I knew that by now she must be creaming all over her thighs, all over Janet's pretty little girl face. I could visualize her daughter's face covered with the cream from her mother's hot pussy.
Unable to hold myself back any longer, I reared up behind little Janet. Holding my throbbing penis in one hand, I parted the cheeks of her baby ass with the other. Placing the head of my hot prick in the moist opening of her asshole, I made one rapid plunge, driving my prick deep into her bowels. She screamed in exquisite pain.
"Oh, no, no, no. NO" she shouted, as I continued to poke in and out hotly.
Janet leaped away from me and my prick began to shoot hot white sticky fluid all over her glossy bottom.
Janet fell forward into her mother's lap. "Oh, lord God," she squealed, "that was fantastic, but how it hurt."
"Let me kiss the hurt away," said her mother.
Janet turned around and put her back to her mother's lips. Mother parted the smooth rounded buttocks and gently lapped the hurt away with her tongue.
"Oh, this is too perfect for words," Janet cried, wiggling her naked ass in her mother's face.
CHAPTER EIGHT
One other excursion to the park with both Janet and her mother is interesting. Mother insisted on joining us, coming along, and although both Janet and I tried to dissuade her, we had no success.
By now I had spent at least two months in the Morgan house. Janet was doing beautifully with her lessons. We let her stay as naked as she wished, which was almost all of the time. Mother insisted that I didn't have to wear any clothing either. To say the least, teaching a beautiful, sexy hot thing like Janet with all her nudity visible, wasn't the easiest thing in the world. But somehow I persevered.
It was really Mrs. Morgan's utter wanton nakedness that really distracted me. It seemed that mother went out of her way to provoke me. If she wasn't parading in and out of the room during the lessons, wearing only panties, or a new bra she had bought, she was actually coming up to me as I sat at the table, kneeling down and sucking my prick as I tried to teach her daughter the rudiments of the humanities. At best teaching is difficult. Under these conditions it was almost impossible.
Then if it wasn't mother sucking me, or playing with my balls, it was Janet wanting me to suck her off so that she 'could remember something.' This was how a great deal of the teaching was accomplished. And how I loved to suck the young girl. I could have eaten her alive more than once.
Oh yes, I've almost forgotten. The excursion to Central Park with both mother and daughter.
I had told mother about the experience in the Ladies Room. Mother relished it. She wanted to meet the cop herself, but I didn't know how to go about this. I hadn't taken down his number. Neither did I remember his badge. I knew only that he belonged to the Park Precinct. It shouldn't be too hard to find him. But after several calls, it proved impossible. The quest was off. I hung up the telephone and turned to Mrs. Morgan.
"I just can't reach him," said I.
"Couldn't we find another? Do you think we could find someone else. I don't mean just anyone, but somebody interesting?" she wanted to know. She was lying on the mattress in front of the couch, her legs spread wide apart, Janet sucking on her mother's cunt, her little ass up in the air so I could see it. Janet loved to exhibit herself, her glorious nudity, her down-to-earth sexiness.
The relationship between the mother and the daughter had now reached its peak. Both would suck each other as avidly as they would suck me. There were entire afternoons, or all night stands when the three of us would be together, blowing, sucking, sniffing, drinking, but best of all, licking each other's bodies, from toes into the noses, underarms, assholes, ears, and especially mouths.
Janet especially loved to suck her mother's feet and toes. As did I. Her mother had delicious feet and beautiful toes. Janet's asshole was, of course, more exciting than her mother's but this does not mean that Mrs. Morgan's ass and the deep hole between the fat cheeks wasn't exciting. Indeed it was, but it was different. She could take the entire length of my prick deep into it. I still had trouble convincing Janet that she should like being fucked in the ass. I found it best to do this when the child had a few drinks in her. And this wasn't hard to do at all. I have never seen a little girl drink as much whisky as that Janet did.
When I discussed this ass fucking business with mother, it was she who suggested we should try some penis-like instrument first. This would make the path easier. I agreed, but I didn't want a dildo, anything like that. We began with a cocktail stirrer, then a brush handle, finally being able, with the aid of a surgical jelly, to slip in a broom handle. Janet like this, but only when the jelly was used. If you can just imagine the three of us sitting around, mother or I sticking a broom stick up Janet's ass, you would have a good laugh. Sometimes the scene was absolutely hilarious.
So, we decided to go to the park anyway. Janet still didn't want her mother along, but as I have already mentioned, mother insisted on coming with us. We entered the park at 68th Street, much in the same way Janet and I had done the one time I've told you about.
Again it was a lovely summer afternoon. Janet was merrily gay and mother was cheerful, in fact, more cheerful than usual. I could see her eager eyes bright with anticipation of what might happen. According to her wishes, something HAD to happen.
By the way, she had also given me a raise in pay. She had also given me a charge account at a local department store.
We crossed the sheep meadow heading in the direction of the east side. It was a pleasant walk. We chatted, mother and I, watching Janet walk ahead of us, her pretty ass wiggling under the thin dress. It was the same dress. It wasn't true that Janet had no clothing. What was true was that she liked this particular dress. It showed off hex lithe young body to perfection, especially her buttocks. As I have said, she wore no panties, ever, and this was always somehow evident by her body motions as she walked, swaying those delicious, happy, sexy hips and that lovely bottom.
Mother was also sexy. She wore the same skirt she had raised for me in the house. But the cherry red panties had been left behind.
"If my little Janet can walk in Central Park, half naked, then so can I," she chipped gaily, imitating Janet's saucy walk.
"I wish I'd not worn this brassiere," she said.
"Take it off, I don't mind," said I.
Mrs. Morgan laughed. "Where would I take it off?" she wanted to know.
"Just sit right down on the grass and slip it out of your arm holes," I suggested.
"No sooner said than done," she laughed, sitting on the grass and suiting words to action.
Janet walked back from some distance ahead to watch mother taking off her bra. A negro paused to watch. Mother obviously didn't care, but I disliked the man's too intimate .curiosity. I didn't want to have him spoil anything for us. I shielded mother with my body as she finished removing the bra. She tucked it into her skirt pocket and off we went toward the East Side. Actually we had no destination, just ambling, looking for something to happen.
It happened when we saw the cop on horseback.
He sat astride the tall steed with so marvelous an aplomb, I took to him immediately. He wore a small moustache and sat proud erect. Mother liked him, too. I could tell by her glance.
When I saw him look over, I waved with my hand. He smiled and rode the horse in our direction. As I think I've said, I never much liked cops, but here again was another who seemed more human than most of them. He was obviously pleased with our attention. I saw' him look closely at first Janet, then her mother. Well, who wouldn't have been pleased, even excited at so lovely a combination of women, especially Janet's mother, the breasts swinging free under the blouse as she kept on walking. She loved the sensation. She said this to me more than once. "Open the top buttons," I urged. She smiled sexily. "It won't make me look too daring, will it?"
"Not at all. You want something to happen, don't you? This is the only way I know to make anything at all happen. You've got to be the lure."
"Janet could do something, couldn't she?"
"She will," I promised, remembering the vivid scene in the Ladies Room.
"Don't worry about little Janet. You just do as I say, okay?"
"Okay, Mr. Nutter," she smiled, unbuttoning three of the top buttons just as the cop on horseback came up to us.
"Having a good time?" he asked pleasantly. I was right. I was truly right. This one was also a human being. I could tell by the sincere light in his eyes.
"We're having a great time," said mother. She smiled up at him. I began to see another side of mother. She really did like people. This was obvious by the intense way she spoke. "The park is so lovely, this time of day."
"And sure it is," said the cop. "This is when I like it best, and just looking at you, lovely lady, is soothing to my eyes." He was Irish. There was no doubt about that.
What was soothing to his eyes were mother's full, luscious, beautiful titties. Half of both of them was exposed, and I wasn't at all unsure that the cop could not see the large, black nipples from his vantage point high up on the horse. When I saw him licking his lips, I knew he could see.
Janet went up to the horse. "He doesn't bite, does he?"
"Hasn't yet," said the mounted policeman. "Nor will he," he added. "This horse's name is Intrepid, and I've had him almost one year. He would never bite anything as lovely as you, my dear," he said comfortingly.
After we discussed the cop's duty, plus other questions from both Janet and her mother about horses, what a cop's life was like, etc., it was he who suggested to Janet that maybe she'd like to see the stable where the horse, Intrepid, lived.
"Why not?" I asked, and the cop beckoned us to follow him. "It's not far," said he, and off he trotted. "Don't lose sight of me," he yelled merrily as he trotted off.
It was hard keeping up, but all three of us made it. It wasn't actually as far as I had thought, a distance less than a city block.
Like the Ladies Room from the previous experience alone with Janet and the other policeman, the stable was also located in a very isolated place. I just couldn't get over how really isolated these places were in Central Park. Well, I had never spent much time there. That was true.
The fact was that the stables were being moved. So to speak. Actually what was happening was that new stables were being constructed for the Mounties. The old one, the one in which we found ourselves, was about to be demolished. It was here the cop led us. Mother's goading us onward resulted in our finally getting there. When we entered a dense part of the more heavily wooded area, she opened her blouse all the way, letting her heavy breasts totally free. The big black nipples sought the afternoon air. "I feel itchy," she laughed as we approached the hitching post. Intrepid, the cop's horse, was tied up securely.
"You're a lovely woman," said the cop. He then told us his name, Thomas. It should have been Lancelot.
Janet was delighted. She went over to the horse and began petting him, his long prick beginning to slide slowly from under his belly.
"Hey, look at this," she shouted.
"He always gets hot when girls pet him," said Thomas, the cop.
Janet kneeled down, almost under the huge animal. "Does he kick?"
"Hasn't yet," said the cop. He was now standing next to mother. We were quite alone. I couldn't hear a sound that threatened our privacy. The cop glanced at me. "You all related?"
"Just good friends," said I.
"I like your body," he said to Janet's mother. His speech was so damned formal, Janet frowned.
"Is there an inside we can go to?" I asked.
"I was just about to take you there," said the cop.
When we entered the old stable I was surprised how clean it was. Someone had done an excellent job. There was no fresh straw, but the place smelled as though it was loaded with it.
"I love it in here," mother cried out. "Let's all take off our clothes."
The cop grinned. "You first," he said to me.
What could happen? Could I be busted? Perhaps. So what? I started getting out of my shirt. I took off my tie.
Janet was stark naked in a flash. She posed for us. "Oh, can't I go out and get the horse in here with us, oh, can't it come in here, please?"
"Intrepid has never seen a naked girl," said Thomas."
"Well, he's going to see two of them," said mother. She slipped out of her dress. She sat down and while all of us looked at her bushy crotch, she pulled down her stockings. She stood up. She was totally naked, a gleaming white voluptuous body. Her naked tits, the large black nipples seemed to leer at us. Thomas went over to her. He held her around the waist. His eyes were popping out of his head. Nothing like this had ever happened to him.
Janet kept insisting that Thomas should go out and get the horse, bring the animal in. She turned to watch Thomas fondling her mother's breasts, his fingers stroking the fleshy globes until mother was squirming. "Oh, that feels so good," she cried.
"Do you think Thomas would put his gun up my cunt, if I asked him, Mr. Nutter?"
"Ask him," I responded.
"Now?" Janet closed in on her mother and the cop. She began to feel her mother's breasts, her one hand grasping one of them while the cop's hand squeezed the other.
"Give me some head, Janet dear," commanded her mother.
Janet obeyed immediately. She kneeled down in front of her mother's naked body. I thought the cop would go out of his mind. He grabbed both of mother's naked tits and began to squirm his hands all over the white flesh. His fingers began pulling at her black nipples. He leaned down and began to suck the fleshly globes.
Janet spread her mother's legs while mother was standing. She rubbed her head between her mother's open thighs. Then she looked up to watch the cop manipulating her mother's breasts. He was rough. I stood on the side watching.
I could hear the horse outdoors. When I went over to the window I could see him. His prick was a mile long, dangling between his legs. Whatever Janet had done to him, had taken effect.
"Janet, darling," I called, "come over here and look."
"Oh, now don't do that, Mr. Nutter," said mother. Janet was busily sucking her mother's gushing cunt while the cop mashed her large breasts. Alternately he sucked on the black nipples and his fingers squeezed the precious flesh into his mouth. "Oh, suck on them," mother cried out. "Suck on them."
"I will lick your cunt," said the cop. It was probably the most gentle statement I've ever heard from a cop. "I'll lick you if the little girl wants to go look at my horse."
Watching Janet my prick stood up straight. The cop saw it. Could I be busted for a hard-on, I wondered? The cop kept looking, staring at my stiffening prong. I was sorely tempted to go to him, not look out the window at the horse. I knew he wanted to be close. I sensed this. Instead, I went to the window and watched his animal.
Talk about stiff pricks, long beautifully stemmed prongs-this animal had a beautiful prick. It was as long as my arm and as shapely an instrument as I have ever seen. Its owner kept whipping it up and down, swaying it between his legs. If only I had a prick like that, I found myself thinking.
As Janet looked through the window of the stable, the horse seemed to be unconscious of her at first. His lengthy prong swayed as he moved his great body.
"You know what I have a strong desire to do?" asked Janet.
"You want to play with the horse's prick?" I responded.
"Oh, yes," Janet said. She leaned against me, putting her arm over my naked shoulders. She rubbed her naked body against mine. I reached for her bare tits. I caressed them, pinching the tiny nipples, holding all the luscious flesh in my hands. She stared at the horse.
"Would you suck me a little bit, Mr. Nutter?" she asked. I glanced over to the cop and Janet's mother. He was fucking her ravenously. Mother lay on the stone floor, her skirt up, her blouse wide open. Why she had put her clothes back on, I didn't know.
I kneeled down in front of Janet while she continued to look out of the window. I spread the lips of her little slit and slowly inserted my tongue into her already gluey fiddle. I licked her clitoris. I sucked the inner lips of Her delicious cunt into my mouth."
"Oh, how great this is," 'the young girl exclaimed as I persisted in sucking her young cunt.
She rubbed her cunt all over my face. "Oh-h-h, I'm going to have to pee," she squealed. "I've got to piss."
This was my signal to lie down on the floor. Janet straddled me, her cunt right in my face. "I'm going to piss all over you," she whispered, as though it were a secret.
She did. The yellow, hot liquid poured out of her cunt. It ran all over my face, drenching my hair, flowing all over my chest, into my mouth which sucked hungrily.
Janet screamed as he pissed. She kept bumping her dripping cunt into my face. I loved every moment of it.
"Oh, I have to get to that horse," she cried. "I've just got to get to that horse. I want to suck him."
I looked over a mother. Her legs were high in the air. The cop was fucking her silly, his prick working in and out of her juicy hot cunt. Mother was moaning, saying words none of us could really hear. Then we did hear her. "Fuck my cunt, you cop, fuck my cunt."
Janet ran from me. "Where you going?" I demanded.
"I'm going out to that fucking horse, that's where I'm going."
"Without your clothes on," I asked. I had to smile.
Janet looked over to her mother. Mrs. Morgan had just come. Her cunt was oozing hot juices. "Go down on my cunt," yelled mother's voice. "Lick it all up." The cop obeyed.
I watched Janet again through the window. Outdoors in the quasi wilderness of the park, in the area of the secluded stable, her nakedness was supreme. Her lovely young breast's bobbed as she ran toward Intrepid, the horse. The horse's prick was still going strong. He turned to look at her nakedness approaching. She first petted his snout, then rubbed her breasts against the horses head. I was sure she was trying to get him to nuzzle on her firm young titties. But he didn't.
His prick was growing stronger. Janet kneeled down under his legs. I wondered if he would kick her. He didn't. He opened his legs and just as Janet reached for the stiff prong, Intrepid began to piss. The stream of urine poured out of his prick, chopping up the earth under him. Janet fled back to the stable.
"I guess I don't like that as much as I thought I would," she panted, falling into my arms. I held onto her. She was all perspired. I kissed her mouth, her hair. I pressed my own prick against her. She reached for it. She held it tightly. "Oh, I've just got to come right now," she cried. She went down on my prick, her eager lips sucking for all they were worth. The cop and mother watched us.
It was about here that we were interrupted by the approach of a stranger. This man came into the clearing and stood silently. I whispered to the cop, to mother, and pushed Janet away from me. I came all over her face in the excitement. She rushed over to her mother. All three of them hid in one section of the stable. They dressed. So did I. When the man finally left, so did we.
CHAPTER NINE
Back home Mother took a nap. I sat downstairs in the living room with the young girl. She had taken off her clothes immediately when we got home. "I've just got to make myself come, I'm so hot," she said. She lay down on the mattress in front of the couch. "Will you piss on me just a little, pretend you're the horse," she pleaded.
I went over to the young girl. Quickly I stripped off my clothes. This was getting to be a habit. I spread my legs over her. I looked down. She was beautiful. Her young breasts, her young, almost hairless cunt, the naked legs, those pretty feet and toes. I couldn't get over her. She opened her young legs and exposed her lovely, sweet pussy. Slowly her fingers found their way into the hot orifice. "I'm all wet," she said.
"Do you want me to lick it?"
"No, not just now," she pouted. "I want to get hot as all hell, then I want to finger myself goofy. Then I want to come. And when I'm coming, just as I let go, I want you to piss on my cunt, okay?"
"Do I have to make noises like a horse?" I asked jokingly.
Janet giggled. "Of course, you idiot. You have to neigh."
I began fondling my prick standing over her. It got hard quickly. Her fingers began to work frantically inside her little young cunt. First it was one finger alone, then two, then three. I had the urge to kneel down and stick my prick deep into her hole. And when I began to do this, she nodded, shook her head 'no."
"Get ready to pee all over me," she commanded. "Oh, god, oh shit, I'm going to come all over the place. Pee, Piss, PISS NOW. PISS NOW!"
I pissed all over her. I don't know how I was able to do this, but I managed. Little Janet squirmed, writhed all over the floor as my hot piss flowed from my cock over her naked body. Her fingers worked in her cunt madly. Her other hand was squeezing the shit out of her breasts. Her mouth was working. She was moving her tongue in and out, pretending to be sucking someone, perhaps her mother, as I continued to piss, directing the yellow stream right into her open cunt.
As the weeks passed, Janet and I became much closer. If getting closer to the child, any closer than I was-was possible. She was also spending more and more time with her mother, mother with her. They became inseparable, at least in the house. Janet and I still took our walks into the park as summer wore on. Mother never wanted to come with us again. The reason for this was that the mounted policeman was now coming to the house to see and be with her alone. He was to become an excellent friend.
One afternoon I went to the university to pick up some books from the library. It took me longer than I had hoped. This left Janet and her mother quite alone. Janet told me all about it that night. This was after mother had gone to the hairdresser.
"Just as soon as you left for the books, Mr. Nutter, mother came downstairs. She was wearing just panties. I loved her bare tits as she walked. She smiled at me as she came into the front room. I had been just sitting there on the couch thinking.
"I love mother when she's in one of her gay moods. As you know, this isn't often. But this time she was really happy. I know it had nothing to do with you not being there, because she really likes you very, very much. She's told me this several times. And do you want to know what the reason is-it's that you kept your promise to her not to interfere with what we do in our family. That's why she likes you....
"Well, mother sat down on the couch. She smiled at me. I was dressed. As I said, I was just sitting, thinking. I had all this reading to do, but I postponed it. I guess I'm always doing that, postponing the things I should do, I mean....
"Suddenly I had this urge to love her, to be close to my mother. I just have to tell you all this. I went over to her. I sat down next to her and began to play with her nipples. He guided my hands all over her breasts, squeezing my fingers as they, in turn, squeezed her nipples, her breasts. Then she kissed me full on the mouth. This was our first kiss, and it was beautiful....
"Her sweet tongue began to lick my face, my lips, my chin. Then it would climb up to my ears and finally to my eyes, wetting my entire face. Then she would make me open my mouth and stick it in and lick my teeth, lick my gums and suck on my mouth. It was heavenly. I love her tongue when it's doing things like that to me. I was getting hotter and hotter, all the time touching her breasts and rubbing them together hard, the way she likes it....
"Then she raised my dress. I felt her fingers on my legs as the dress came up. She was breathing harder now, and I loved it as she went on kissing my face, poking her tongue into my ears, licking my nose, and even once or twice, sticking her wet tongue into my nose. Remember how we did that once, together?"
As young Janet talked to me this night, she unzipped my fly and soon had my prick exposed. She held on to it tightly as she went on with her story. I also had my hand in her little cunny now, playing with it, teasing it, sticking my fingers into it, sucking on them when they became covered with her juices, alternately giving her my fingers to suck. She loved her own taste.
"Well, mother kept up this tongue licking until I was nearly going out of my mind. She would pause now and then to stare at me. "I love you, little one," she would repeat. "How I love you. I love to touch you. I like the way we are. I don't care what anyone thinks or knows about us. I love you, and I hate myself for its having taken so long for me to realize it."
"Do you want me to lick you, mother?" I asked her.
"No, not yet, my darling, my little darling," she said. My fingers kept teasing her big nipples, squashing her tits. I could tell how much she loved it. Every time I would take one of my hands away, maybe to raise it up and caress her neck, or her face, she would take one of her hands away from me and move my hands back to her breasts. Mother has lovely breasts. Don't you agree with me, Mr. Nutter?"
"She certainly does," I heard myself saying. Janet's hand was working so hard on my stiff prick I was about to come. She was thumbing it, pinching it, and wanting to kneel down and kiss it so badly. But if she did this, she couldn't have continued on with her story. I had to hear it. Janet had to tell it. She raised up one leg, offering her toes to me mouth. "Would you suck my feet just a little now, Mr. Nutter?"
I sucked on her toes. Looking into her young cunt thrilled me. She was getting 'hot as hell,' her words. I could see the dewdrops beginning to glisten on the inner lips. How sweet her cunt was. It was a jewel. It was perfect.
"You like staring at my cunny," don't you, Mr. Nutter?"
"I adore you," said I. "I love that cunny of yours. I think it's beautiful."
Janet looked down between her legs. "Mother thinks the same, you know."
Her fingers pulled the outer lips of her cunt open. They went in swiftly and she began thrusting out her loins. "I love to do this and think of my mother," she said. "Oh, I've just got to tell you all of it. You'll be surprised."
She sat up, then stood. She took off her dress. "Give my asshole a little suck," she said, bending over, her fleshy buttocks almost in my face. "Give it a good suck, on second thought. It's hot for your tongue, Mr. Nutter. Then I'll go on about mother and I while you were gone."
I kneeled down and placed my head between her ass cheeks. I spread them open with my fingers. Th little brown hole looked so inviting, I could have chewed it up. Instead, I inserted a finger. I pushed it in the little shit hole. She wiggled. "OH, Mr. Nutter, I just wanted you to lick it, to suck on it for a second or two, not do that. Oh, that makes me crazy."
I pushed my finger in all the way. It slid in her asshole easily. I hadn't even wet it with my mouth. I slid it in and out. She kept leaning over, bucking back against the finger as it penetrated deeply into the young ass.
I pulled out my finger. I sucked off her ass juices. Then I pressed my lips against the nether orifice. I stuck in my tongue. She squealed with pleasure. "Oh, lick it, Mr. Nutter. Lick it good. It makes me goofy inside. I could pee now. I could shit."
I wanted her to. At last I wanted this, but I knew it would not happen. She kept grinding her asshole in my face. "Oh, lick, lick it. Lick it nice and clean," she shouted. "That's what mother did. And I did it to her, too."
I pulled away. "Tell me," I said. "Tell me all about it."
She jumped up. "Come with me to the toilet, then I'll tell you. I've got to shit. I really do have to. I want you to come with me." I followed Janet up the stairs to the bathroom near her room.
She sat on the toilet. I heard the noises of her excreting. The shit dropped out of her. I could hear it plopping into the toilet bowl. "Oh, just looking at you, Mr. Nutter, while I'm having a good shit, gives me lots of new ideas."
What could these be, I wondered.
"I'll tell you all about them, and about mother," she promised, as if she had read my mind.
We went into Janet's bedroom. She flopped down on the bed. "I'm going to put some perfume on," she smiled, spraying herself with a tubular aerosol baby perfume bomb. The heady aroma filled the room. Then the young girl took the tube and inserted it into her open slip. She spread her knees, raised them up, and began having fun with the thin tub. "It's not as good as a cock, but I like the idea of it," she said. I watched.. Seeing the tube get wet then juicy with her moisture made me hot. "You can jerk off watching me, if you want, Mr. Nutter."
As she masturbated herself, she went on with the story about her mother. Her young cunt was all creamy now as the tube plunged in and out, her other fingers twisting and teasing her clitoris.
"This is great fun," she cried.
"Well, after mother got me good and hot licking my face and kissing my lips, she began to play with my cunt in earnest. I was still squeezing her breasts and licking her shoulders. She has such smooth skin.
All this while we could hear the street noises from outdoors, and it' was such a romantic experience. I think all young daughters should have sexy fun with their mothers, especially when they are as pretty as my mother is.
"Then she started to pay some loving attention to my tits. She cupped them in her two hands, then her fingers began to tease my nipples until they got good and stiff. Then she squeezed my titties together with her hands, pressing them in all directions, pulling on them, the way she does with her own.
"'You like this darling?' she would ask me as she drove me almost mad with her fingers. My cunt began to itch and I wanted her to stick in her fingers, but every time I would try to move her hand down to my little cunny, she would just smile at me and either kiss me or move my little titties more roughly with her fingers.
"Pretty soon I did get her hands away. She was even beginning to hurt my breasts. Not a lot, but I could feel the pain. At first, I didn't know whether I liked this or not. She had never gone this far before. But after a minute or two, I did begin to like it and I would tell her to squeeze them harder.
"'Do you want me to bite on them, sweetheart?' she asked. "Oh, mother," I cried, that's just what I want you to do. But first, just nibble on them a little, then you can tongue them, and nip them with your teeth, if you want. I'm sure I'd like that very much....
"And you know, Mr. Nutter, when she began nibbling with her lips, all the time her tongue licking them and sliding over my titties, I knew this was for me. I didn't care how rough she got now as long as she didn't stop what she was doing. It was a heavenly feeling the way her mouth worked, then her teeth. It was wild....
"Pretty soon she was almost swallowing my left breast. She was sucking all my flesh into her mouth, all the while almost gouging the nipple with her sharp teeth; oh, the feel of her teeth on my nipple, the feel of my whole breast in her mouth was maddening. 'I never want you to stop doing that to me, dear mother,' I told her."
Here Janet started to breathe extra hard. Her fingers were scratching her clitoris while her other hand kept pushing in and pulling out the tube of perfume. I was jerking my prick crazily. What a sight to watch, this lovely young thing stark naked on the clean bed, her legs way up in the air, her cunt open and winking at me, the pouting lips of her cunny gripping the perfume tube. "Oh, I think I'm going to come," she shouted as she continued. "This is the greatest feeling in the world," she said, clenching her toes in the agony of her orgasm. "Ah-h-h-" she cried out, her screams echoing throughout the house. "Oh, shit, it's too, too much. I'm shooting all over the place."
These words alone made me so hot I gripped my prick furiously, rubbing my both hands up and down the thick shaft. I started to come. She sat up, then racing over to me. She kneeled down between my legs. She put her head between my thighs and as the come spurted out of the tip of my prick, her lips busily, hungrily began to lick up the hot white fluid as it continued to spurt.
She closed her mouth over my prick to catch all of it, swallowing it as if it were nectar from the Gods. Her cheeks bloated out as the last load shot into her jabbing mouth, the semen surely clinging to the tip of her tongue, the inside of her mouth, and all over her white, pretty teeth.
She sat up when she had swallowed the last drop. "Oh, Christ, that was the best come you've had with me yet, wonderful! Christ, I love cock sucking. I'm going to do lots of it when I grow older, too," she promised, winking at me.
"Now, I want you to lick al the come out of my little cunt. That's what mother did when I came all over her face. She licked me until the only juices in my cunt were her own saliva. I want you to do that to me," she said. She went over to the bed. "Now, come over here and lay down. I'm going to stuff my soppy cunt into your mouth. I'm going to rub it all over your face."
She crawled up over my face, placing her spread open thighs on either side of my head. She ground her cunt roughly against my open lips. "Oh, come on now," she begged, "stick out that tongue as far as you can get it, and start licking for all your worth. Doesn't it smell good, Mr. Nutter."
So much of her flesh, the tiny lips, the few straggling hairs were in my mouth, I just could not open it to speak. She laughed at this and teased me some more, all the while rubbing her hot, smelly cunt all over my face, over my nose, over my eyes, even once turning my head so she could rub it over my ear.
Her fingers clenched the top of the bedstead as she grew hotter and hotter, the aroma of her cunt now clinging to the odor of the perfume she had squirted all over her body earlier.
The harder she squirmed all over my face, the hotter her cunt became.
"You know," she breathed heavily, "oh, christ, I think I'm going to come into your mouth. Oh, yes, I am," she cried out. And soon I felt the hot liquid brimming to the full in her delicious cunny. I licked my tongue, tasting her vitals. What a good taste this little girl child had. If I close my eyes now I can remember it vividly. I have never tasted a cunt in the process of coming that was so damned delicious. "Oh, shit, fuck my cunt with your tongue," she screamed over and over again. "Suck, suck, oh God, here I go again!!!"
CHAPTER TEN
In a little while we were back down stairs again. I needed a rest. I had tried to slip into my trousers, but little Janet would not let me. "I like to see you walking around naked," she said. "I like to watch your prick and your balls all naked. Maybe I'll suck you off later, but I do want to finish the story about mother that first time. It's a good story, I just have to tell it."
"Well, mother," she began after making us both a good strong drink of whisky, "mother kept roughing my titties until I finally jumped away. "Oh, won't you please go down a little lower, mother, dear. I like it down there, too."
Mother still sucked my titties. 'If you'll turn over, my little girl, I'll give you a nice treat. I always think that behinds should get the first attention after the lips and breasts,' she said, helping me to roll over. 'Oh, you've got just the sweetest, most lovely ass I've ever seen, and just to think that it's all mine, now that you and I are going to be real close friends."
"I love being friends this way with you, mother. I really do," I told her and she smiled lovingly down at me as her hand caressed my ass. I so wanted her to suck my cunt, even play with it first, if only for a little, but no, she insisted on my ass, so I just opened my legs. I raised up a bit to make it easier for her. I buried my head in the pillow and just as soon as I felt her hot breath on my naked bottom, I knew that I had the best mother in all the world." Here Janet paused. "You do understand, don't you, Mr. Nutter, that it's still my damned brother that gives me all the hardship. Not her. I think it never was her alone, just him, that damned fucking kid brother of mine."
"Well, mother sucked my asshole and then down under into my cunt. She did such a delicious job, I just had to repay her. I turned around and went down on her, throwing my cunt over her face. I spread open her legs and sucked her big cunt, taking the thick lips into my mouth, actually chewing on them, even biting them sometimes. She adored all this attention. I also loved the smell of her cunt. It smelled so good and sexy I could have eaten her alive. I could have taken those cunt lips of hers and chewed them until they were bloody."
"Well, Mr. Nutter, and now comes the best part of my story about that first time with my mother in sex. We were just going at it strong. We both had our fingers deep in the other's cunt, then asshole, always sucking them off after they were covered with the juices. I leaped up and I could have dropped dead.
"There stood Miss Talbot from school. You know she was the one who suggested we take you for the summer. It was her original idea. That's why mother called up the agency for you. She reached over and fondled my prick. It was hard again from the story she was telling.
"This wasn't the first time Miss Talbot had come to our house. In fact, every time she did, it was to either report me for not being in school in the first place, or it was to rat on me to mother about my lousy grades. And what was funny about all this was that my brother always let her in and sent her upstairs. This was where mother spent a great deal of her time before you came to us. So I wasn't really terribly surprised to see her. But what did surprise both mother and I (we tried to cover up, but all our clothes were down stairs) was that she didn't seem to be shocked in the least. There was that same bright smile on her face. Even if I didn't like her, I couldn't make you believe that Miss Talbot wasn't a pretty woman. Well, hell, she wasn't a woman yet.
She was just about 21, I suppose. You're not a woman until later, right, Mr. Nutter?"
"She came right over to the bed. Both mother's cunt and mine were full of juice. I had just been about to come when I heard Miss Talbot on the stair case. She seemed friendly enough, and all I could keep wondering was how much she thought had been going on between my mother and myself. I also want you to know that on one hand our being naked like we were together in our own-house could have happened to any mother and daughter, although I doubt many of them ever made love and had such hot sex as my mother and I.
"Miss Talbot smiled at mother, 'I'm spending this weekend in town,' she began to explain, 'and I thought I would drop over to see how our little Janet is doing. I rang the bell several times, but obviously,' she smiled a foxy smile, 'both of you were too busy to hear the bell. But that's fine with me, taking a siesta this hot afternoon."
"This was true, Mr. Nutter. Now that I remember back, it was a hot afternoon."
"So you don't mind I'd like to stay naked," smiled mother. "You can even take-off some of your clothes, Miss Talbot," offered mother graciously.
"I knew that it would be some kind of a miracle if this happened, and lord God, if Miss Talbot,, my stuffy school teacher, the one who gave me all the hardship all winter long, didn't sit right down and kick off her high heels.
"Both mother and I threw a glance at her nyloned legs, as she raised her skirt almost to her bare thighs. 'It's much cooler this way,' she beamed at both of us. I was now sitting on the edge of the bed. Mother was lying back, her legs slightly closed. Mother is indeed a modest woman sometimes, don't you think?"
'What I'd really enjoy,' said Miss Talbot, 'is a good drink, something nice and cold, and if it's strong, that's all the better. I had a lousy hot trip in from the country where I'm staying for the summer."
"Mother climbed out of bed. She said that she would go down and made the drinks because she had the only key to the liquor cabinet and we had used up all the whisky in the sideboard. 'It's going to have to be without ice cubes, I hope that's okay' said mother as we both stared at her bare behind as it wobbled out of the room. 'But the mixer is good and cold,' called mother over her shoulder.
"I could feel Miss Talbot's eyes hot on my body. "You've such a pretty, young body, Janet' she said. 'Come over here and let me see you more closely."
"Oh, boy, I was thinking, this is too much, right. But I went right over to my teacher. I stood in front of her as naked as a jay bird, then I did a little pivot and then kept turning round and round as she stared at every inch."
"But it was when she reached out for my breasts and actually began to feel them, even rubbing her thumb over my little nipples, that I got really excited. Maybe we could all have an orgy was what I was thinking, but I was also thinking that if we did, then this would make school a helluva lot more interesting when I had to go back to the fucking place."
"Miss Talbot began to press my titties and squeeze them. 'They're really lovely, Janet. I had no idea. And the rest of you is perfect. You have a beautiful little body.' Her one hand began to slide down and reached my waist, 'and such a narrow waist,' she said as I stood closer to her, my breasts almost in her face. She was breathing like mad now, and I knew that my naked body was making her as hot as hell. I could tell by her eyes, they were blinking wide open and closed.
"'Do you think your mother would mind if she saw me touching you like this?' she wanted to know. Now her fingers were rubbing over my young titties, exciting the hell out of me. All I could wonder about was what would the other kids have thought if they could have seen me now.
"I think she'd love to watch you," I said honestly. "I leaned my body closer. I wanted to stick my titties in Miss Talbot's mouth, but did I dare to do this? "Would you like to kiss them for me?" I finally asked my teacher.
"Oh, you little darling," cried Miss Talbot, bestowing warm, delicate kisses on my titties. How they loved it. "Use your tongue to kiss them." I heard myself telling her. I love to talk dirty most of the time, as you know, Mr. Nutter, but when I heard my voice say 'suck them, suck on them' I could have fainted. Never had I been so brazen. It reminded me of my brother telling my mother to suck his prick into her mouth."
"Miss Talbot had opened her legs slightly. My naked knee pressed between them. I could feel the silky nylons against my bare flesh. And just as my one knee slipped in, I felt my teacher's mouth licking my bare tit.
."She began sucking my entire breast into her mouth, just as my mother had been doing moments earlier. Her tongue lashed the nipples and already they were stiff and hot. I squeezed my own breast with my fingers and pressed the hot flesh against her open lips. "Oh, ah ... lick them, please, Miss Talbot, lick them harder. I love the feeling of your tongue on my tits."
"Miss Talbot's mouth slipped across my chest, then began darting back and forth between my two breasts, her mouth open, her eyes rolling in her head. I wondered if this was the first time she had ever done this, and then when she started again to suck my whole tit, drawing it into her mouth, and moving my flesh in and out, I knew that this was not the first time at all. Realizing this made me wonder about a lot of other things about young Miss Talbot.
"Mother came into the room just as Miss Talbot's hands slipped down around my ass. I was wiggling it while her hands pressed against my naked ass cheeks. How great this felt. I kept hoping one of her fingers would slip between my buttocks, maybe touch my little asshole. Why am I so hooked on my own asshole, Mr. Nutter?" Janet asked me.
"I couldn't see mother's face because of the way I was standing, but I can bet it was probably the most surprised look in the whole world. I could hear her laughing, however. She called out, 'Darling, darling, what on earth are you having Miss Talbot do to you?"
Miss Talbot leaped back with a shot. She had not heard my mother come into the room. Quickly she dropped her loving hands from my ass cheeks and sat back. She was blushing like fury. She looked like one of the kids in her class when she caught one of us doing something dirty. She was really embarrassed.
"Mother soothed her by talking. 'Oh, don't get all hot and bothered, Miss Talbot. I understand one's needs to do such things, and especially to lovely little girls like my Janet. Just relax and enjoy what you're doing, but here's your drink."
"You don't really mind what I was doing to Janet?" asked Miss Talbot.
"Not at all," answered my mother. She came closer and put her arm on my bare shoulder. Mother began to caress my shoulder as Miss Talbot started to play with my naked titties all over again. "They're delicious, they are," said my teacher.
"I love them, too," said mother, her one hand taking the other breast. Here I was standing between my mother and my teacher, both feeling up my breasts. And now, at last I felt Miss Talbot's hand on my ass, one of her fingers poking experimentally between the cheeks of my ass. I wiggled my buttocks to help her finger find my asshole. I knew she wanted to do this, so I was trying to help her when suddenly mother said, "Janet, let's get Miss Talbot's clothes off. I'm sure she'd feel much better sitting here with us naked than she does with all those clothes on. Besides, it's such a hot day anyway."
"Both mother and I then undressed my teacher. I kneeled down and raising her dress, unhooked her garter belt from the silky nylons. I slipped them gently down her legs. She had fine, strong, lean legs. Her skin was smooth, but not as smooth as mine. I could see her panties, or what looked like panties, a black patch between her legs. When I spread them wider to take off the other stocking, I saw she wasn't wearing any panties at all!
"This really shocked me! Miss Talbot not wearing any panties! Oh, if I'd only known this all winter. I never would have been as unhappy in her class as I was. I leaned closer to really make sure. I felt her hand pressing my hair. 'Are you surprised at what you see, Janet,' Miss Talbot laughed. She was still somewhat embarrassed, but now nothing mattered. I knew this. Mother knew it, and more, Miss Talbot knew it. She opened her legs very wide so I could get a good look. 'Like what you see?' she asked sweetly.
"Oh, let me see, too," mother cried out, kneeling beside me. I stood up and began unbuttoning my teacher's dress. It was one of those with buttons just at the top. I got these undone and here I found the zipper. I tugged it down. Miss Talbot was wearing a brassiere, one of those expensive ones that don't hide a thing. Her nipples were hard, firm, poking up. I touched them with both my hands. "Oh, that's fine, darling," said Miss Talbot.
Mother helped me pull her dress up over her head. I reached behind her and unhooked the brassiere. I threw it over to the bed. And then before I knew it, mother grabbed Miss Talbot voluptuously, spreading her thighs open. Before you could say 'cock robin' mother was giving my teacher head. She took her completely by surprise. I could see her head bobbing, hear her gluey tongue and lips sucking Miss Talbot's cunt.
"Well, just between us, Mr. Nutter, I just couldn't believe all this was happening, that it happened so fast, and that Miss Talbot wasn't minding it one single minute. I leaned over mother and began nursing at her full breasts. They were sweet to my taste and they were so smooth my tongue slipped over them, and I popped one nipple after the other into my mouth. This is when I felt mother's lovely finger sneaking between the cheeks of my ass. She knew how much I liked it. She dug it in deep and I squealed in pleasure, leaving one of the nipples fall from my lips. Miss Talbot brought my head back to her breast. "Oh, don't stop what you're doing precious darling," she said over and over.
"Oh, I won't. I love your breasts," I told her, licking, rolling my tongue, sucking in her flesh just the way my mother had been doing to me earlier. I licked between them, squeezed them, took them one at a time into the mouth. Miss Talbot was squirming, her body was shaking. She was opening and closing her mouth, moaning, crying out. "Oh, don't either of you stop for one second, Oh, please, harder, oh, Mrs. Morgan. Oh, Janet, suck on my breasts. No one ever sucks on them."
"By now mother was sucking her cunt royally. Miss Talbot threw her legs back and placed her bare feet on my mother's shoulders as mother pushed in her tongue.
"Mother was raping my teacher's lovely black cunt with her tongue, licking and sucking on the sweet lips. I knew they would be sweet, just from the way mother was sucking on them. I could see mother's tongue sucking and plunging in and out, her lips chewing on the flesh of Miss Talbot's naked cunt.
"I raised up and taking one of Miss Talbot's feet in my hands, began sucking her toe. I took the big toe entirely in my mouth and laved it with my tongue. I whipped my tongue over the rest of her tiny toes, loving the feel of their wetness as she began to wiggle them inside my mouth. I could feel them brushing against my teeth as my mouth sucked on them. How she loved this. I bet no one else had ever done that to her feet either. I just knew it. She was moaning all the time, twisting and turning her torso as she was now pushed all the way back into the chair, her legs wide open, her gaping cunt receiving all the attention mother's tongue, lips and mouth could pay to it.
"Miss Talbot was in seventh heaven. There was no doubt about this as I began licking the toes of her other foot. I just couldn't wait until mother finished so I could get a shot at her cunt. I also couldn't wait to tell my girlfriend, Shirley what was going on with our teacher. I knew she wouldn't believe one word of it. I made love to the toes on both feet, holding her feet together with my hands. "Oh, so great, so wonderful, your tongue, Janet." Miss Talbot cried out as I began licking her arch, her heel, then her ankles.
"I got down on the floor behind my mother. It was pretty clear to me that mother wasn't going to stop sucking Miss Talbot. I made mother get on her both knees, instead of the one she was resting her body on. I placed my hands on her ass cheeks and slowly parted her buttocks. There was her lovely brown asshole, hiding underneath her cunt and the bushy black hair both my brother and I loved so much. I poked my little tongue into her ass and smother flinched and crying out, said, "Oh, my little girl, what are you doing?"
Mother knew darned well what I was doing.
"Mother's hands were now kneading Miss Talbot's breasts. I could see this from between mother's open legs. Miss Talbot was surely going to come if mother worked both on her breasts and her cunt the way she was now doing, slurping her tongue into my teacher's cunt, licking and teasing the hot lips with her lips and teeth, her hands mashing and her fingers squeezing and pinching her large fleshy breasts.
"What is Janet doing to you, Mrs. Morgan?" I heard Miss Talbot ask as I dipped my tongue deeper into my mother's juicing asshole. I loved the aroma of it, and the look of it, not only her asshole either. Whenever my girl friend, Shirley and I would turn on, with pot, I mean ... that would be one of the first things Shirley wanted me to do to her. But I don't want to get started on Shirley just yet, Mr. Nutter. Okay?"
By now Janet had me thoroughly exhausted. I had come so many times, and the last time right in her hair, that I lost count of the times. I could hardly sit up straight. Even drinking my drink was an effort. All I wanted to do was sleep, but it didn't appear that young Janet was going to let me off that easily.
That is, not until the exhaustion really got the better of me and I crapped out totally, sitting right there on the couch beside her. I don't know how long I was asleep, but all I do remember is that when I did awaken, Janet complained that I had been impolite. I had even spilled my drink, she told me.
Well, the rest of Janet's little story was more of the same, fucking with a brush handle, Janet's getting Miss Talbot to pee all over her in the bathtub, mother and Janet doing sixty-nine while Miss Talbot poked her fingers into both their assholes at the same time. Janet sucked Miss Talbot, Mother sucked Janet, Mother and Miss Talbot together ... it was one grand and fitting orgy, and it was just the beginning of what was to become a very exciting affair when school started up again in the fall.
This date wasn't too far away, and to my astonishment I found that I had already been working for the Morgan's for over two months.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The final scene, between many anticlimactic ones took place the very last day of my job with the Morgan's. Janet and I were going over her studies for the last time. She had been a joy to teach. I was also slightly more than just in love with the sweet child. And, we had done a wonderful job in relating the girl to her mother. All that remained to do psychologically, was to see that some kind of loving relationship with her brother was fostered. And this was to occur.
We were downstairs, as naked as usual. Mother was lying on the mattress playing with her cunt, one leg raised up and resting on the leather couch. She was waiting for her son to return from the Military Academy. He was late as usual. Young Mike never did anything on time. Mother had been waiting anxiously all morning. Her cunt was hungry for him. I could tell that by glancing over now and then to watch her busy fingers groping inside her heated lips, the way her hands would stroke her naked breasts.
Mother was a damned, hot sexy broad, and she unashamedly admitted it. I loved her for this.
Janet winked at me. "I'll give you one guess what my mother's thinking about," she smiled. "And you know what, Mr. Nutter, so am I a little. I mean, Mike. Maybe he's been changed by his summer away, do you think?"
I hoped that he had. I also hoped that his attitudes toward me would have changed. Any treatment would have been preferred to the one I had received.
As we sat cleaning up, Janet had her bare feet in my lap. She was twiddling my hard prick with her lovely, naked toes. She liked this kind of play. I, meanwhile, had one foot between her naked crotch, wiggling my toe between her warm thighs, loving the tender but firm softness of the white flesh, and especially the young, tender lips of her delightful cunny hidden between those heavenly legs.
Mother looked over to us. "Don't you kids ever get tired of playing with each other?" she asked.
"You don't," we laughed back at her, watching as her busy fingers groped all over her bushy cunt.
"We've all learned a great deal, Mr. Nutter," mother smiled gently, raising her leg higher on the couch, her hand almost buried inside her large, open cunt.
"Oh, I do wish that son of mine would hurry and get here. I'm beginning to worry a little about him. He said he'd be here by noon, didn't he, Janet darling?"
Janet went over to her mother. She kneeled down briefly and kissed her mother's mouth, sticking her tongue deep into it when she felt her mother's tongue answering her darting one. Janet's took her the firm, luscious flesh. "Don't worry, mommy, darling. He'll be here soon."
Mother dragged Janet down on top of her. She rubbed her naked cunt against Jan's belly. Her hands spread Janet's ass cheeks and I could see her tiny, beautiful asshole from where I was sitting. I went over and kneeled down and kissed it, spinning my tongue inside. "Oh, Jeeesus!" Janet screamed.
She began to rub her cunt excitedly on her mother's single leg, opening her own wide so that her cunny could ride up and down her mother's naked leg. I had never seen her 'dry-fuck' this way before. Apparently, it was a new idea. I continued to suck her asshole, gripping her lovely, seductive cheeks of her ass and pulling them wider and wider apart to facilitate my tongue's pleasure.
Mrs. Morgan was now writing on writhing on the mattress with a screaming passion. "What do you want me to do to you to distract you, mommy darling?" the young girl asked her sweet mother. "Do you want me to suck you off?"
"Oh, no, not just yet, Janet, sweet," answered her mother. "To tell you the whole truth, darling, and I hope you won't be jealous, all I can think about is your brother getting here and doing that to me. I really hope you don't mind, little one."
"Of course, I don't" smiled Janet. I understand. And she truly did.
Janet stood up and took my hand. "Come on, let's leave her alone for a while, dear," the child said. We went together into the kitchen to make some drinks. Finally, the refrigerator had been repaired. Now there were ice cubes.
"Why don't we take one of these little ones and put it into mother's hot cunt? Do you think that would cool her off a little, Mr. Nutter?" Janet asked gleefully.
"Thinking it over," I said, "I think that's a jolly ice cold idea."
She handed me one of the baby ice cubes. "Here, you take it in and do it, and I'll make the drinks. You never make them strong enough," she said, reaching for my ever stiff prick and pulling on it with her cold hand. "Feel good?" she giggled. "Mother'll love it, I bet."
Back in the front room I went over to mother. "Oh, how fucking hot my cunt is, Mr. Nutter," she said, looking up at me.
"I have just the thing for it," I answered.
"Oh, and I know you do, darling man," she said, reaching up for my hard prick. "Put it in me, stick it in and cool me off with your come."
I kneeled down as if to do this very thing. I spread her lips with my fingers and looking up to see her eyes clamped tightly shut, shoved in the freezing ice cube.
Mother leaped up as though I'd stabbed her with a hot poker, but the minute she saw that it wasn't my prick buried in her, but the already melting ice, she burst into wild laughter. I had never heard her laugh so heartily. "Oh, Christ in heaven," she squealed, "if that isn't the damndest feeling!"
She pushed the cube in deeper into the steaming, hot cunt, raising her legs over her head to accomplish this fat. "I think it's the greatest," she exclaimed, "I love it, but Christ, was that cold at first. It was so cold it felt like I was on fire." She held onto my prick with one hand while the fingers of the other kept the ice cube from falling out of her heated cunny.
It was here that all of us heard the joyful ring of the front door bell. Mike had come at last. Mrs. Morgan slipped into her lavender robe and ran to answer it. But it wasn't Mike at all. It was Miss Talbot, whom I'd not yet met. She came in and sat down. I could see the disappointment in Mrs. Morgan's eyes that the ring had not come from her son, Michael. But he would surely come, I felt.
Miss Talbot was all aglow. She was actually happy to be getting ready for classes again, and who could blame her, knowing Janet would be in conspiracy with her all winter long. She greeted me affectionately as another member of the teaching profession. I liked her. And, indeed, she was sexy, as Janet had .told. me. She had crossed her nyloned legs and her skirt was fully half way up, revealing the silky stockings, and the tops of the stockings contrasting with the white of her thighs, just visible to my eye. It was here that I was suddenly stunned. I was naked! No wonder Miss Talbot was glowing. Probably I was her first naked male. As it developed later, this was the truth.
"But I don't mind in the least, Mr. Nutter," she giggled. The last time I was in this house, everyone was naked. I guess that's the way to be."
With this, the teacher stood up and before I could blink my eyes twice, she had slipped out of her dress. Mother went to her and turning her back to her, unsnapped her skimpy brassiere, taking it off, exposing a heavenly pair of beautiful, naked, pink-tipped breasts. Mother's hands cupped them. "Just like old times," she breathed.
Unasked, Miss Talbot then wiggled out of her panties and garter belt. I kneeled down to help her. She also had pretty feet. It was just as Janet had reported. No wonder she had wanted to suck on them, the way she told me she had. I kissed her knees, and spread open her legs. What a delicious cunt Miss Talbot had. I buried kisses on her thighs and between her legs. And she didn't mind in the least. She enjoyed it immensely, opening her thighs wider for my kisses.
Janet appeared. How surprised were her eyes seeing me on my knees before the naked teacher. With a shout of glee she put down the drinks. She rushed over to her teacher, throwing her own nakedness against the nude body of her teacher.
"Oh, how I missed you," Janet cried, kissing Miss Talbot's mouth, her hands fondling, gripping, grabbing the teachers bare tits, seizing the nipples between her fingers, Janet's whole body trembling from the intimate contact.
I was still standing by the arm of the couch. I reached down and took Miss Talbot's hand, placing it on my stiff prong. Her fingers gripped it avidly, gasps coming from her mouth as young Janet plunged her eager, hot tongue between the teachers hungry lips.
Mother came to my side and began kissing me, her hands roving over my naked body, down my back, her fingers pinching my ass cheeks. "This is so much fun," she crooned. "Isn't it lovely to be this honest with ourselves?" Young Janet was now nursing on her teachers lovely titties. The drinks seem to have been forgotten, so busy was Janet making love to the delicious nudity of Miss Talbot.
Mother's finger was now up my asshole, digging in, pinching, prying, making me hot as hell. Miss Talbot's hand on my prick became rougher as Janet sucked vigorously on her fresh tits. I was sure I'd come in the teacher's hand if she kept up the grasping of my hot asshole. Janet's mouth was working like a maniac on Miss Talbot's churning tits, mauling them with her tongue, even biting them, for I could hear Miss Talbot moaning, crying out in wild pleasure as the young child's teeth nibbled and chewed on the resilient flesh of her breasts and nipples.
"Oh, the drinks!" Janet squealed, rising up. "I almost forgot them." She turned to her teacher. "Darling," she said, "I'll fix you one in a jiffy, and guess what-this time we have ice cubes. She looked at her mother. "Don't we darling, mother, don't we?" she laughed. Mother roared, remembering the one I'd stuck inside her hot cunt not much time ago.
Janet ran off to make a drink for Miss Talbot. I swallowed heavily from my own. My prick was harder than ever and the drink increased its size at least one inch. Miss Talbot was still hanging onto it madly, caressing it, running her fingertips up and down and thumbing the purple head. "I love to do this," she said, "and I hope I'm doing it right. This is my first time," she giggled. "I hope I'm not hurting you," she said. She didn't have to worry at all.
Mother was now down on all fours licking my ass. She had never done it quite this way before. She had her back to me and her head was under my legs, between my cheeks. My balls dangled in her face, and from time to time as she plunged her tongue into my asshole, licking all around, she would chew on my balls gently.
"I've never seen anything like this," squealed Miss Talbot, still clutching my stiff prick. "I think it's the greatest thing in the world."
Mother's hot tongue was teasing the living shit out of me. And when I was just about to say something, in plunged her thumb, deep inside my ass channel. She wiggled it inside like mad, nudging my prostrate gland until I almost shot my load into Miss Talbot's clutching hand, all over her tingling fingers. But I held back somehow.
Janet came rushing in with Miss Talbot's drink. We all sat down on the couch then, at the young girl's insistence. We drank a toast to each other, to Mike's returning, to the happy summer I had had with the family.
Jane was beaming. Miss Talbot was ecstatic. Mother was burning hot. Her cunt was on fire, and I'm not sure Miss Talbot's wasn't either.
When the doorbell rang this time, we knew it was Mike. How he had grown. He seemed to be inches taller. And he was smiling. He had changed for the better.
The sight that greeted his eyes after mother opened the door and led him into the front room, was as orgiastic as any he'd seen. You could tell. His mouth fell wide open.
Then he, his mother, and Janet were all dancing happily around the room, his mother's and his sister's nakedness making his prick grow so hard inside his uniform pants, we could all see it easily. Christ, I thought, even it must have grown during the summer.
Miss Talbot stood up and gave the young boy a naked hug. Mother gripped him from the rear, as Janet was kneeling in front of him, happy as a lark as she unzipped his trousers and dragged them down to his ankles so he could step out of its hiding place and Janet took it immediately into her open mouth. "Oh, it's great, Mike," she cried.
I stuck two fingers into Miss Talbot's cunt. She opened .her legs wider and smiled at me. She kissed my lips and gave me her tongue. Mother spun her young son around and embraced him, her naked body demanding contact with his as the boy tried to take off his shirt.
Janet pushed both Miss Talbot and I down on the mattress. She threw her body over Miss Talbot's nakedness. She pried open her teacher's legs and urged me to fuck her, taking my stiff, hot prick in her hand, sucking on it, then trying to get me to shove it into her teacher's musky cunt.
I raised up over her, while Janet spread her legs wide apart. I plunged my hot prick deep into her cunt with a single jab, that's how steaming hot her cunt was. It took all of my prick in deeply, her cunt lips sucking my stiff rod deeper and deeper into her cunt. Janet squealed with glee as she bent down to watch it plunge, pressuring the hell out of her red slit.
As I fucked Miss Talbot, Michael and his mother went down on each other. "Oh, how long I've been waiting for your mouth, darling," mother cried out. The boy was kneeling before her. His mouth was open. His tongue was slipping in and out of her screaming cunt. "Oh, my God," mother screamed just before she took Mike's prick into her jabbing mouth.
Janet was standing impatiently, watching. Her fingers scrambled inside her cunny. "God almighty," she yelled, "I've just got to do it."
With this remark, Janet raced over to her mother and brother. She fell on top of their naked bodies. "Mommy, I want Mickey to fuck you, mommy, this is what I want to see. Mr. Nutter, too."
Mike had not spent his summer foolishly. In a trice, he fucked his mother. His feverishly hot prick pounded in and out of her furry crack. He was kissing her avidly. His prick ravaged his mother's wondrous cunt. Janet watched this action as she had watched me with Miss Talbot. Janet was on her knees urging her brother to 'fuck'.
Miss Talbot kneeled beside Janet, watching the boy's slim prick dig into his mother's cunt. She and Janet, both at once, and this startled me, insisted that mother climb out from under her son and straddle his prick while he lay on his back. Mother did this, opening her legs, her pretty asshole visible to both Janet and Miss Talbot.
She reached over her son, kissing him, as her cunt swallowed up his stiff prick. Mike was finally fucking his mother. Janet leaned in and began to suck her mother's asshole, licking the hot, quivering orifice just a moment above her creaming, melting cunt into which her son's prick was slaving so magnificently.
As Janet was sucking her mother's asshole, Miss Talbot began sucking Janet's delicious asshole, laving her hot tongue all over the buttocks and deep into the trench of her ass. Janet was squirming in sheer delight. "Suck, suck, suck."
When Mike came in his mother's cunt, she screamed. Now her debauchery was complete. Mike pulled his dribbling prick out of his mother's cunt, and Janet sucked it dry. Mike simply lay there holding his sister's head while her mouth licked and sucked his prick, swallowing the semen that had not been deposited in his mother's cunt. "It tastes so great," Janet exclaimed.
Janet then turned to Miss Talbot. She began sucking her feet, then her thighs, finally pushing her little tongue in Miss Talbot's cunny. "This is madness," cried Miss Talbot, her hands clenching Janet's head as her mouth sucked furiously on her appetizing cunt.
I began to fuck Janet. I opened her asshole, and kissed it. I placed my hot rod right against the tiny, pink asshole. I plunged in. She offered no resistance whatever. I fucked her silly. "Oh, goofy, goofy, I love it," the child cried.
Mike got up and came over next to us. Mother was now kissing Miss' Talbot. Janet was screaming in passion, her asshole pulsating as the hard prick plundered inside it.
Finally I exploded, my prick's refuse flooding her asshole. I shivered and screamed as her asshole seized my prick to squeeze the last drops of juice from it. Miss Talbot rushed to me. She took my slippery prick and sucked it just as it was released from the little girl's asshole. Mike came over and holding onto Miss Talbot's titties, began to suck his sister's cunny. Oh, he had really changed-into a man.
When it came time for Mike and I to make it, all three girls watched. They sat on the couch together, totally nude, while Mike and I lay sucking each other on the mattress, Janet's feet on my legs, mother's lovely toes playing with my ass, and Miss Talbot's toes scratching my back. My pounding prick was deep inside Mike's sucking mouth. I shot right into it and he swallowed it all.
Mother and Janet, Miss Talbot were all feeling each other up, touching one another's breasts, fingering each other's cunnies.
I suppose I could go on to describe Mike's fucking Miss Talbot, mother sucking her son's prick, Janet sucking her mother's surging cunt, Janet finally pissing all over all of us, not giving a damn about damaging the mattress.
Instead, I should say that this particular orgy between mother, Janet, and Mike (Miss Talbot and I), was probably the most languid, soft, tender, yet the must savage decadence ever experienced.
When I left the house the next morning to return to the university, I left so carnal a scene it will always remain in my thoughts, the ravishing, wondrous, debauchery, the delicate flesh of young Janet, the assholes, so seductive, the searching, passionate fingers, the lingering tongues, the feverish, heady perfumes, the pouting cunts, the melting juices, the smooth, sleek, slippery slits.
