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 Close Relations.  Fm Mm FMm inc.  (c) Hamilton Joyce.

   Airports always made her feel horny, the fault of those suited and
booted businessmen, those fascinating young back-packers, those beefy
security guards, all those guys who ogled her.  She knew she was beautiful,
sexy, and that men lusted after her slender body, firm tits, and especially
her long blonde hair.  She had super-model looks, and knew it.  She also
loved and needed sex, lots of it.

   Normally Don would have taken the edge of her randiness by giving her a
good, hard seeing-to before they left home, but this Sunday he had to be
back in Athens early to work on a presentation for a meeting Monday
morning, so there had been no time for their usual last session of the
weekend.  It was two hours drive to the airport, and they had to leave at
five.

   Don was in his late thirties when he had met her at an embassy reception
in Oslo where she was one of the waitresses provided by the catering
contractor.  Their romance had been whirlwind fast with plenty of fucking:
he was a virile guy, wealthy, insanely generous, and successful, and she
had accepted his marriage proposal despite being twenty years younger than
him.  That was two years ago.

   He had been away four or five nights a week for the last two months
while the negotiations about a new chemicals plant dragged on, but he
reckoned another two or three weeks would see the deal completed, and in
any case their weekend sex was truly memorable, good enough for her to be
content with her fingers and dildo the nights he was away.  It always made
her heart race when she saw him emerging through the Arrivals portal
dragging his small suitcase and smiling at her.  This winter she had taken
to wearing her arctic white fur coat, naked underneath except for stockings
and garter-belt.  She ALWAYS wore high heels.  Don would try to feel her up
as she drove back, and she would tell him to wait, all the time aware her
cunt was getting wetter and wetter.

   As for Don, he was content when his work on the Board of a major civil
engineering company took him overseas for a few days as it did most months.
He had taken to using male escorts on Mondays and Tuesdays, sometimes
Wednesdays, allowing his system to recover from these excesses so he could
have great sex with his young wife Friday and Saturday.  He had thought
about rent boys, but there were risks and however pretty and tempting these
street lads could be he made do with their slightly older and wiser
brothers.

   He hated condoms but since the world had changed mostly he had to put up
with them like the rest of us who pay for sex.

   Athens had been an especially good assignment as he had discovered a
very secret, very high-class boy brothel.  As he took his seat in the
spacious business class section of the plane he promised himself a visit as
soon as he had changed at his hotel.  That very pretty blonde boy...  what
was his name?  Never mind.  He was thirteen and had an arse to die for.  As
soon as they landed he would call the brothel and reserve him.  His cock
stiffened at the thought.  He considered bareback with the lad was worth
the risk.....  and the brothel tested its whores constantly.

   Sunday, Monday and Tuesday with the boys, and then Friday night,
Saturday and most of Sunday fucking his lovely trophy wife.  Life was good.

   -------------------------------

   As she drove back her cunt was demanding sex: she was missing the usual
Sunday afternoon session.  All she could do was promise herself the dildo
and a porn dvd.  Yes!  There was a good bisexual one among the ones she had
bought on line last month.  One girl and two guys.  That would almost
substitute for the real thing......  two guys to drool over!

   The motorway was closed for the air ambulance and it was near ten
o'clock when she got back...  still horny as ever, randiness increased by
the frustration of being jammed so long.

   Don's son by his first marriage, Larry, was already in bed, his light
out when she got in.  She poured herself a stiff whiskey, and undressed in
the bedroom.  She looked at herself in the long mirror.  and liked what she
saw.  Her tits were still as good as they had been at seventeen, not big,
but rounded, firm with no sag line under them, rosy aureoles and nipples
that stiffened as she tweaked them.  She combed fingers through her pubic
hair, which she kept trimmed in a neat and pretty heart-shape of golden
curls.  She had kept her garter-belt, stockings and gold high heels because
dressing sexy added to her horniness even when it was solo sex.  She half
turned: lovely arse firm like her tits, and long, long shapely legs.
She knew it was self-centred, even narcissistic but it always turned her
on to see her own nakedness.  She felt her erect nipples, pulling at them.
No wonder they ogled her, all those guys.....  that handsome latino youth
in the airport coffee shop and the whole of that American basket ball team!
Jesus!  She could be tempted!  Never mind, fingers and dildo would be
enough to ensure she got to sleep and if she was lucky dreamed (and

remembered the dream) being fucked by the golden-tanned latino lad.

   Another scotch, and she sat on the sofa to enjoy the frolics of the
woman and her two young lovers.  The dildo lay on the cushion beside her
unused as yet.  Larry always slept deeply, but she had muted the dvd.... 
the grunts, screams, and stupid dialogue of these films was if anything a
turn-off as was the synthetic music.  Let their young bodies speak for
themselves!  One of the males was a boy who surely could only be in his
teens: so sexy.  Not much older than Larry, if at all.  Looked a bit like
Don's son too: a sort of latino model of the same build and same cheeky
smile: handsome lad.
Larry was thirteen: the dvd was licensed so all the actors were supposed
to be eighteen or something: certainly more than thirteen, which is what
the handsome latino boy looked.  Probably was, she thought, as his cock was
scarcely six inches long.  But what did she know about teenagers: she had
been a 'late developer' not physically but emotionally.  Bloody Convent

education!  Never had a teenage boy back then so she would never know!

   She wondered if it was true teenage boys could fuck like rabbits, over
and over again....  If so it would be very tempting to horny housewives! 
Illegal though!  The thought was making her clit really tingle and her
breasts feel heavy.  This first orgasm would be a good one, with still an
hour of sexy antics to watch....

   She was not in a hurry, and was just playing with her clitoris: when she
wanted her first orgasm she would penetrate her vagina with the dildo.  and
turn on the vibrator deep inside her and less noisy.  Always had to think
of Larry asleep at the end of the corridor.

   Larry, in fact, had only just gone to bed when he had heard the
apartment door open and his step-mother come in.  He had turned off the
light and was just starting his usual night-time wank.  He edged it for a
quarter of an hour as he always did: he had discovered that 'to travel was
as good as to arrive', and in any case he had a bigger balls-emptying
orgasm if he allowed it to build several times and stopped it short.  So he
had not come when he remembered he needed to get up early for football
training Saturday morning: they were going to the Horton Leisure Centre to
use the facilities there, and the coach left at nine.

   His step-mother was still up: he would ask her if he could borrow the
alarm clock.  Finish his wank later.



   ---------------------------------- "Mother, can I......."

   "Oh shit!".

   There was her step-son standing in the open doorway, eyes wide in
amazement, staring at his naked mother sitting with one hand on one
splendid breast, the other on her so-sexy cunt.

   Startled she looked up: the light was dim but there was enough from the
flickering television.

   Jeez!  But he was sexy standing there, a lock of brown hair flopped down
over his amazed face.  He was wearing just pyjama bottoms and his chest was
naked, no hair, just beginning to become muscular with defined pecs and
tiny little nipples.  His arms and shoulders certainly were muscular.....
good biceps.  He was in fact better looking than the young guy in the
video. And....  his cock was tenting those pyjamas which hung on his hips
below a genuine six-pack stomach, threatening to slip down all together. 
How had he come by those biceps, that wash-board belly?  Fuck!  His body
was as good as his father's, younger of course, smoother, and nowhere near
as heavy-boned, legs much slenderer than his father's massive tree-trunks,
but in it's way even more tempting.  Good to caress....  Sex on legs, as
they say!

   Her clit had been well awake and her cunt weeping love-tears even before
but now for the first time she saw her step-son as a desirable sex-object
and in that moment her body rather than her head told her what she must do.
Her clit was tingling, her breasts felt heavy, her heart beat pulsed in her
temples.  Jeez...  it was almost pre-orgasmic.

   As for the boy, Larry had lusted after her for two years, ever since his
dad brought the woman home....  and now she was naked for him at last!  He
knew his cock was erect and that would be obvious to her, but really he
could not care less as he ogled that forbidden sight,

   "Well you've seen it all now, Larry.  Might as well come over here and
chat."

   She moved the dildo from the cushion and patted the empty seat.

   In a daze, almost sleepwalking with his eyes fixed on her perfect bosom,
rounded cones tanned the same perfect gold as the rest of her body....  no
tan lines for a frequent visitor to the tanning lounge...  breasts tipped
with pinky-brown aureoles and nipples that were already erect, the boy
stumbled over to the sofa and sat where his lovely stepmother had patted
the cushion.

   She shuffled a couple of inches, filling the gap he had discretely left
between them, so her naked thigh was pressed against his thin cotton
pyjamas.  His cock was threatening to escape through the long gap in the
front, and he pulled the cloth to hide it a bit.

   She laughed, and slipped a hand round his bare shoulder: the slender arm
felt cool against his flesh.  "Don't worry, Larry.  I'm in the same state
as you.  You know what I've been doing?"

   Her dildo was laying on the sofa beside him.  It was obvious, even
without that dvd playing.

   "Yeah!"

   "Well I've not finished and it looks as if you haven't either."

   Another laugh, perhaps a bit forced he thought, as she held his erect
cock through the thin cloth, just for a second, a glorious second that he
knew would give him license to grope her too....

   On the wide screen television a petite Asian girl was taking it in the
mouth from a hulking great blonde guy while a young lad....  about Larry's
age ...  was fucking her from behind, but Larry ignored their silent
frolics to look in awe at his step-mother's pussy.  She was a natural
blonde, but had trimmed the short, golden curls down to a little heart
shape at the centre of her mons, the point of the heart leading Larry's eye
down to a little triangle of tanned flesh he knew from his own porn-viewing
protected her clitoris, and down to the generous, full lips of her labia.
She was that same golden tan all over, and he wondered where she sunbathed:
that would be a sight.

   Her legs were shapely, and he had often admired them, getting a hard on
even from her trim ankles, always pretty in high heels.  Now he could see
her thighs as well, filling those glossy stockings....  the lacy stocking
tops, the two inches at the top of naked flesh, slightly paler on the
inside of her smooth thighs just below that entrancing pussy.  That would
be so smooth and warm to the touch he imagined and not for the first time
he was jealous of his Dad.

   She must have waxed or had them lasered because there were no hairs at
all on her pussy lips....  imagine kissing them.....

   She had an arm over his shoulder, but as she sat he could slip his arm
between her back and the seat and she leaned forward a bit to help him. 
Greatly daring he cupped her breast in his hand, pressing the nipple
against his palm.  The reaction of his step-mother told him this was going
to be a night to remember.  She leant her head on his shoulder, her long
blonde hair flowing over his chest.  She looked up at him and pursed her
lips in invitation.  Their lips met and he felt hers completely open: Jeez!
her tongue was in his mouth.  Now his was in hers and she had turned so the
breast he was not holding was pressed against his naked chest.

   He had kissed Mavis Huggis but it had been nothing like this.  She
pulled at his lower lip with her pursed lips, and then her tongue was in
his mouth again.  Unthinking, he rested his hand on heart-shaped pubic
fleece, then lower so his palm was covering those plump lips.  She let him
know it was all right by opening her legs just a bit more, and they were
almost writhing together, both becoming more and more excited.

   She broke off their embrace, and pulled at the bow securing his pyjamas:
they fell apart baring his belly, hairless except for a triangle of golden,
fine curls, and more to the point his cock, springing free, hard,
twitching, precum dribbling over the pink cock-head, and down the white
shaft.

   "Oh yes!  Yes!"

   There was quite enough cock there to give her pleasure: not hung like
his dad yet, but she had known adult males with less in her "modelling"
days.  He was a fit lad with a stiff cock, handsome too, a catch all right.

   Was it incest with a step-son?  Under-age yes, but surely not incest. 
Who cared?  She just knew it would happen, and soon.

   She was gripping his cock, and he felt free to open her outer lips with
his finger and thumb to feel inside with his index finger.  He could not
see as she was kissing him again, but it was hot and very wet, He felt down
and then up and found the nub that must be her clitoris and pulled it
between thumb and forefinger.

   "Yes, Larry.  Like that!"

   She reached over him and felt around for the vibrator.  Larry did not
notice, mind occupied by their embrace, their tongues, his hand on her
breast and his finger rubbing and circling her clit.  But he did notice
when she pushed the soft plastic dildo up her vagina so only the cap
protruded.

   "When I tell you.  Larry, turn the cap of the dildo as if you're opening
a bottle.  I'll tell you when.  But don't stop rubbing my clitty.

   He had to pull his arm back as he would obviously need two hands, but it
was sexy to feel her vaginal entrance filled with this imitation cock. 
Perhaps his later, he hoped.  Fuck!  He had never made pre-cum like this
before....  streaming down his cock as she so softly and lightly caressed
it.

   "Now, Larry...."

   She could edge no more, and as he turned the motor on it buzzed deep
inside her, his fingers worked feverishly on her clit, and now on her
breast again, pushing and pulling her nipple, their open mouth conjoined.
She came.....

   He could feel her body tense and then relax over and over again, and
knew she was cumming.  He just wished it was his cock and not that dildo.
He realised that would be a huge risk for a step-mother to take and
expected he would have to be content with her near-naked body and the
wonderful caresses, kisses.  He was nearly cumming himself, but she had
forgotten to rub him when the dildo had started...  he supposed the
pleasure had just driven it out of her mind.

   Looked as if he would not get to fuck her now she had cum.  Pity...  but
plenty of memories to wank over!

   Wrong!

   She pointed at the screen: the big guy had cum in the woman's mouth, but
the boy was still fucking her doggy fashion.  As they watched the boy came
and the beefy guy (his dad?  certainly there was a resemblance) the beefy
guy had stroked his cock to an erection again and turned the woman over,
kneeling between her open legs, bending them wide apart, and about to enter
her cunt.

   " I often watch porn when I'm home alone, Larry.  Do you?"

   He hesitated, a bit embarrassed by his step-mother's direct question.  A
bit shaming, really, but he realised he could be honest with her, following
his instinct, and in any case since she was into it she would not think
less of him.

   "Yeah.  She's got nice tits.  Not as nice as yours, though." And he
opened his fingers as he cupped a breast again and drew them slowly up
towards the nipple, feeling the silkiness and firmness.  She shivered.  The
boy was good!  Good caresses.

   "Yes, Larry, and I liked the look of that cock."

   "Huge, ain't it?  Bigger than mine."

   "Size is not everything, and the lad has a nice elegant cock, very
pretty, and he used it well enough to make her cum.  Looks as if she was
screaming!  You're very handsome you know, sexy.  And yours is bigger than
that boy's: I bet yours is bigger than the other boys in your year."

   "Yeah,"

   Have you ever fucked anyone, Larry?

   "No...."

   "Time you did then."

   She pulled the dildo out, dropped it on the carpet and was astride his
lap, kneeling.

   He looked up at her lovely face, her hair shining in the light from the
television screen, and then down at her hand, which was holding his cock,
pulling it down away from his belly so it was vertical beneath that
beautiful pussy.  He handled her thighs, two handed, feeling the glossy
hardness of the nylon stockings, and then the silkiness of the flesh at her
stocking tops.  She lowered herself so his cock parted the lips of her
cunt, and head propped on a pillow he could see the knob disappear between
them as if held by them.  He held her by the hips, a hand each side resting
on the satin of her garter belt.

   She looked down at the boy, his chest hairless and epitomising the
innocence of youth, as well as its sheer beauty, and she wiped his knob
several times the length of her cleft, making it slide easily through the
juices that were welling from her vagina.  She had never felt as horny as
this.  Her eyes met his and she smiled as she lowered herself onto his cock
and felt it slip into her vagina till her buttocks rested on him and he was
fully engulfed.  There was a look of incredibly sexy amazement on his face
as he realised he was fucking.

   Larry could hardly believe this was happening.  In all his fantasies of
his sexy step-mother he had never got beyond imagining what she would look
like naked, perhaps going as far as fantasising a naked embrace.  To be
fucking together was so far beyond the possible as not to be worth even
thinking about.  And now he had the wonderful feeling of his cock deep in
her cunt, enjoying its grip, the heat, the wetness.  It was beyond his
dreams.

   Happy, smiling, almost laughing, he thought, she raised herself to a
point where only his knob was inside her, and he could see his shaft
glistening and wet beyond anything he could have produced as precum: his
step-mother was completely aroused, he knew, and was spurting love juices,
just like in a porn video.

   Involuntary, he groaned in pleasure as she lowered herself, raised, and
then thumped down.  Jeez!  They were fucking.  He was suddenly scared he
would not be able to control himself: he knew the woman was supposed to cum
first for good sex.  He tried to think of non-sexy, boring things as she
bumped athletically up and down, her hands on his chest for leverage, but
it did not work.  Those tits....  still firm and steady despite all the
bouncing about...  those matchless breasts filled any space left in his
mind by the feel of her vagina round his cock.

   He need not have worried....  the boy's beauty plus the taboo of
shagging her stepson, plus the earlier partial masturbation to the video,
all that had prepared her and she was now so close.

   She looked down at his serious face and guessed he was struggling to
holed his climax back: a good lover then as well as having a fantastic sexy
body!  She felt her own climax mounting.

   My tits, Larry, squeeze my tits, both of them.

   His trance ended by her words he reached up and grasped, feeling firm
flesh and hard nipples.  He squeezed and his step-mother shouted her
joy..."Oh yes!  Yes!  You darling boy!  So Good.  Yes.  Fuck!  I'm
cumming...  cumming....  yes, like that.  Yes....  now.  Cum!  Larry,
lover, cum.  Aaaaaaaaaaaah"

   She had stopped bouncing and his cock was deep inside her where he could
feel the surges of her orgasm.  He could feel it in her tits, he thought,
but most certainly in the way her cunt gripped his cock with each spasm,
each one accompanied by a a deep, throaty, passionate grunt.

   Jeez!  Her cunt was milking him and....

   "Me.  too, mother.  I'm cumming too."

   Normally he would manage two spurts of cum over his belly: this time he
knew there were four deep inside her and then the twitching and oozing as
her cunt continued its acrobatics around his cock.

   He lay there beneath her so proud he had made her cum, given her the
pleasure he too had felt, and above all astounded that he had fucked at
last, and that it was even better than they said, better even than the
video porn.

   She leaned down and pressed her lips to his, adjusted her legs so they
were now laying together and not happy that his cock had slipped out of
her. She felt down between them.  Lots of cum was dripping out: the boy was
very virile she thought.  And still...  miracle...  still hard.  She had
only met one man in all her days and nights as an "escort" who had stayed
rock hard after a huge orgasm.  Lots were all right after a stifled,
dribbling cum, but after a screaming climax not: perhaps what they said
about teenage boys was right?  She decided to find out tonight.  The
Rubicon had been crossed and there was no going back.  She had fucked her
son...  stepson...  and it was good.

   She had found his hairless chest sexy, but his lower body was fantastic.
Somehow he had managed to get a hard, flat belly, not exactly a washboard,
but fit all the same, and that little triangle of fine, hair was so pretty.
No "treasure trail" upwards yet, but an all over tan including where it
would one day grow.  She turned round so her head was close to it and
combed her fingers through it: so fine and silky, not the wiry curls of a
grown man, and leaving most of his cock and balls almost hairless, only a
few wispy hairs on his tight little white ball-sack enhancing the beauty of
his crown jewels.  His cock was still hard and surreptitiously she measured
it with her hand....  between five and six inches.  One day he would be
hung like his father, lucky lad.  But it had been enough to give her an
almighty huge climax.....she knew it was partly the forbidden nature , the
old incest taboo, but nonetheless he had lasted till she was cumming. 
Mature for his age!  She was holding his cock and admiring it: the adult
cock might be impressive, dominating, macho, all those things, and the ball
sack ditto, but adult male genitalia could never be called pretty!  No
wonder the Greek sculptors always gave their heroes' statues little boy
cocks.  Because these were beautiful, both the straight, white-shafted cock
with its circumcised pink helmet, and his tight little ball sack were
beautiful in their own right.  She felt a mixture of lust and tenderness as
she took that crown between her lips.

   While his mother had been silently enthusing over his crown jewels, the
boy had been equally impressed by her pudenda.  He stroked the nearly
hairless mound finding it as smooth and silky as her breast, the little
patch of golden hair some clever beautician had left her, heart-shaped and
pointing the boys downward to the centre of love.  He stroked the hair, and
it felt coarse to the touch as it was very short: decorative rather than
sensual!  But her pussy itself was a delight: he had seen many a cunt in
porn movies, but like every part of his step-mother's naked body this
seemed to him perfection.  He stroked the little triangle he knew hid her
clitoris, and cupped his hand over her closed cunt-lips.  She felt his hand
on her pussy and sucked him harder, gently squeezing his ball and pulling
at his sack to encourage him.

   Thumb and forefinger he opened the outer labia, and there was the
shocking pink of her cunt, The slightly darker place he knew must be the
entrance of her vagina, the doorway to heaven.  The lighter pink pearl of
her clitoris was erect and waiting for his fingers.....  or his mouth, he
thought.  Yes!  His mouth.

   He kissed the nub of her clitoris, tasting her clean, sexy-woman flavour
for the first never-to-be-forgotten time.  Her moan of pleasure was muffled
by his cock in her mouth, but he heard it and knew she wanted this as much
as he did.  He pressed his open mouth to her cleft and took that little nub
between his lips, nibbling it and pulling at it.  Her cleft was getting
wetter, juicier, and the scent of sex was everywhere almost intoxicating as
his face, chin, lips and nose were bathed in welling liquid....

   He found her vaginal opening with his index finger and pushed it in as
far as he could, feeling her cunt grip on it, relax, and grip again. 
Almost immediately his finger fucking and his lips on her clitoris provoked
a climax: dropping his cock from her mouth in the selfishness of passion
she moaned, groaned, yelled, and then came with a series of grunts as
spasms shook her body and he could feel them on his impudent probing
finger. Jeez!  He thought, Like porn movies only this was certainly
genuine. He felt elated, proud...

   He did not stop masturbating and sucking her and her orgasm went on for
what seemed an incredibly long time, she bucking and writhing in ecstasy,
before she knelt and sucked his cock again.

   His head on her thigh he could see her mouth on his cock.  His step
mother.  Jeez!  He was cumming and she knew it, sucking harder, her head
bobbing up and down faster.  He could feel the orgasm building, his cock
almost painful until the blessed release of hot cum spurting down his
mother's throat.  She swallowed, sucked, swallowed the next spurt, and the
next, and as his cock subsided into twitching, oozing satisfaction she let
it drop, laughed and licked her lips.

   "Big load.  I love that, Larry!"

   "I've never cum like that!"

   "Let's shower now.  Together."

   "No, mother.  Later.  Let's fuck again."

   "Jesus!  You're still hard, Larry!"

   "Because you're so fucking sexy, mother, No wonder."

   "OK!  Bed this time, then a shower....."



   ...................................

   She woke first.  She looked at the alarm clock.  Six fifteen, and yet
she felt wide awake, refreshed, full of life.  Good sex always did that for
her, and Jesus!  it had been good.  How many times had the boy cum?  She
counted.  Three in the living room, then the shower, then two in bed, and
then one in the middle of the night....seven, for god's sake.  Seven!

   No counting how many times he'd made her cum....must be dozens, and
getting bigger every time, bigger and longer, and towards the end just
continuous.

   She looked at him, laying naked on his back beside her, his handsome
hairless chest rising and falling in his contented slumber.  His cock was
soft for once, and just as pretty limp as it had been stiff.  She was
tempted to wake him, but that would be a shame.  The boy needed his sleep
and would be all the better for it.  The next few days were going to be
better than her honeymoon.....

   She got up quietly and gathered her jogging gear to put on in the
kitchen while she had a yoghurt and a juice.  Then her morning run, then
wake him up for a shower.  Show him something new!  Yes, that would be
worth waiting for.

   Larry woke, reached over and found the bed empty beside him.  He lay a
moment or two and re-cycled the events of the evening and night.  Fuck! 
That had been good.  No comparison jerking off to porn with the real thing.
She was hot, but hot!  And Dad would be away till Friday night: five days
and four nights...His cock was hard again with the memory, and he gave it a
couple of strokes, but he needed a piss so he got up, stretched, and
stumbled off to the toilet.

   Pissing with difficulty though his half-hard penis, he heard the juicer
in the kitchen, and wandered, naked downstairs.

   His step-mother was sitting with her back to him on a low stool at the
kitchen table, an empty yoghurt pot and a full glass of juice in front of
her.  She was wearing baggy shorts and an equally baggy t-shirt, but she
was still so sexy with those long, tanned legs stretched out, and her
blonde pony-tail.  She had not heard him, so bare-footed he stood behind
her, reached round and held her by her breasts while he kissed the side of
her neck.  In her running gear she was wearing a bra....  pity.  But his
cock was still raring to go.

   She turned round and pursed her lips for a kiss.  He obliged, but with
her sitting and him standing it was awkward and brief.

   "Mornin' Larry.  You must have slept well....  On form this morning."

   She laughed and reached for the hard cock which had been waving about
temptingly.

   "Let's fuck again, mother..."

   Her clit was awake and she knew she was juicy.  She too wanted a fuck.
But it would, she knew be worth waiting for that 'something new'.

   "Later, Tiger.  I'm going to have my morning run, then a shower, and
then we can fuck as much as you want.  Get yourself a juice."

   He worked the juicer and sat opposite her.

   "I'll get my football shorts, and run with you....."

   ........................

   As they jogged down the couple of streets running south to the sea they
ran side-by-side, silently enjoying the early morning empty streets and the
pleasant crisp feel of the air yet to be warmed by the already bright sun.
On the promenade there were already a few other joggers and one or two
elderly strollers.  There was no breeze and the waves were breaking lazily
on the sandy beach.

   "Run ahead of me, Larry.  I like to watch you.  Sexy, cute bum."

   Fuck!  This boy made her horny!  Just a couple of days ago she had just
seen him as a child, and a bit of a drag on her and Don's freedom.  But
after last night he was a premium sex-object.  Just look at those tanned
lags, still slender but good calves already, and that bottom, an arse to
die for, so hard and small.  His white satin-finish football shorts were a
bit tight on him, surely, but they certainly emphasised his athletic body,
as did that t-shirt....  old and worn, but very tight.  From the front it
had showed off the pecs that were already masculine, at thirteen even!  But
from the back you could imagine that triangular back, already broadening
shoulders, and the tiny waist....  and above all that tight bottom, muscles
moving in a dance as he ran.

   He had proved how fit he was last night: must have run a marathon
fucking her on and on and on!

   How many times would he cum for her today?  How many times would he make
her climax.  Fuck!  This was going to me good!  She touched her crotch and
was relieved to find that the wetness she knew was already there had not
penetrated beyond her thong: her shorts were still respectable!

   They ran like this for a bit more and then she caught him up to run
beside him.  She was glad he did not want to chat as they ran.  The sound
of their feet, the waves, and the seagulls was best.

   The last half mile to the White Rocks the prom stopped and they had to
run along the beach.  Hard work this, though the sand was hard where last
night's tide had left it damp, and as yet unmarked by any human feet.  They
were the first along here so far: later the beach would be full as it was
still school holidays.

   "I say, mother, we're the only ones here: how about a fuck between the
rocks."

   "Later, Tiger!  When we get back we can shower together and fuck in the
shower.  I promise you something new....  I'm horny too but I'm damned if
I'll fuck an under-age boy in public, even if he is hung like a man and the
best fuck I ever had."

   "Oh!  OK."

   His heart swelled with pride.  She had called him Tiger again, second
time, and meant it.  Hung like a man and her best fuck ever!  He must be
good.  Well, he just knew today would be even better than last night."

   "You run in front of me for as bit, mother.  My turn to watch your sexy
bum and lovely legs pumping...."

   ...................................

   It was going to be a hot day, and by the time they turned into their
drive both were sweaty and really needed that shower.

   Ten minutes under the needle shower set to luke warm, she wearing an
incongruous pink plastic shower cap, both of them otherwise naked to the
other's caressing hands, soaping, pressing, fondling, driving sexual desire
higher and higher.

   "Hell!  No more, mother.  We've got to fuck."

   "Me too, Larry.  We will, but first...."

   He watched as she went to the little wall cabinet and took out a pink
plastic bottle, unscrewed its long white nozzle, filled it with water at
the sink, screwed the nozzle back on, and pushed it up her arse.

   ??????

   She saw his mystification and laughed.  "You'll soon see, Larry." And
she squeezed the bottle, and he knew that was driving the water right into
her bottom.  She pulled the nozzle out and kissed him.

   "Now dry me off.  I've got to wait five minutes, so you wait too, Larry,
and this will have to wait as well.  But it will be worth it, promise." She
grasped his rock-hard penis and her tongue was in his mouth, her breasts
firm against his chest.

   They dried each other with the white fluffy towels, and she put the
bottle and the shower cap back in the cabinet, but took out another bottle
that she stood on the edge of the sink.  Then she went out with a "Couple
of minutes...  be patient.  Don't wank, Tiger!"

   He read the label on the bottle.  Baby oil.  Surely she wasn't going to
give him....  surely not let him....  No!  Too much to hope for.  But what
else.  Had to be.  His cock was oozing precum, running down the shaft onto
his balls.  He heard the toilet flush next door.

   "There!  Clean inside and out for you, Larry.  Now get that oil there
and grease your cock, then my arsehole, and then fuck me."

   "In your bottom?"

   "Of course."

   "Jeez!  Yes!"

   There was a chromium bar set into the tiles....  at some time an invalid
must have lived there....  and she could lean on it bent forward and
jutting her lovely bottom provocatively outwards.  How often had she done
this for Don, and now it was Don's son.  Her heart raced at the prospect.
He spread her cheeks to reveal her tight-closed anus, pretty pink in the
white cleft between tanned buttocks, held his cock in his right hand and
placed it against that secret rose.  He pushed gently and the anus
resisted. Then harder, and with a sudden pop was in.  It was tight, tighter
than her vagina, and hot, hotter than her vagina.  He pushed and slid
easily up her till his thighs met her bottom.

   "Now fuck me.  Hard!  I won't break."

   She reached under with her left hand and rubbed her clitoris, but did
not expect to cum.  She was right!  About a dozen thrusts and he was
unloading in her.

   She laughed.  "That was nice, Larry and will slow you down a bit when we
get to bed later.  But first breakfast.  I feel like a huge mixed grill....
bacon, eggs, sausages, chops, tomatoes, chips, mushrooms, fried bread.  How
about it?....  and then we won't need to get up from bed for lunch.  Spend
all day fucking!"

   "Yeah!  Dress up, mother.  Sexy lingerie, stockings and heels.  I mean
when we're cooking....  and for bed."

   ............................



   Thursday evening Don settled into the seat and re-set his watch as the
plane took off.  Seven ten UK time.  One hour for the flight, say half an
hour for getting through Gatwick, half an hour getting car, and an hour
down the road.  Should be home between ten and ten thirty.  Desiree would
be in bed, probably asleep: he'd undress quietly and give her a nice
surprise.

   That was some consolation for missing his evening with his beautiful
Ukrainian boy.  Caspar had been a delight every night this week: what a
find that boy brothel was!  Fuck bloody Atkinson calling a London meeting
tomorrow and robbing him of his pleasure.  Still he had to keep Atkinson's
hedge-fund on board, and it looked as if the guy was getting cold feet.  Ah
well, Desiree was a good second-best!

   The plane was levelling out, and Don shut his eyes.  Too short a journey
to sleep, but he could at least re-cycle in his memory Wednesday evening.
He had chosen Caspar from the six little boys paraded for him Thursday last
week, and it had been so good he had him again all three evenings this week
and had reserved him for tonight as well.  Fuckin' Anderson bastard!  He
had been late last night and the golden-haired cherub had been so glad to
see him when he did arrive, rushing over to him, babbling in his whatever
tongue, clutching him round his hips and hugging him, to the amusement of
Madame Cliquot and a guy who was at the bar, presumably resting between
bouts.  The boy had varnished his toenails and finger nails shocking pink
to match lipstick on those full lips.  Apart from that he was naked except
for skin-tight black knickers, so thin and figure hugging that they hid
little of his pretty cock and balls, his bubble-buttocks.  That enthusiasm
was real, not faked, of that Don was sure: the boy was a natural ....  or
perhaps highly trained sex-toy.

   He smiled as he remembered the boy's childish squeals of pleasure and
finally screams of joy as he treated the lad to a long, hard fucking.

   Desiree was a glorious fuck, yes: but to have your cock up a willing
thirteen year old boy, up his tight and hot anus, your hands under him
holding him by his erect cock and smooth, tight ball-sack, now that was
something really special.

   His re-playing the events of last night and those preceding sessions
filled the hour of the journey.  As the stewardess came round checking seat
belts were fixed for the landing she was amused to see this businessman's
cock stiff and tenting his suit, imagining it was her trim body and smiling
face that had caused the arousal.....

   ..............................................

   Careful not to slam the car door and to open the front door quietly, Don
undressed in the hallway, and naked gave his hard cock a couple of
exploratory strokes.  Yes!  He would give Desiree a good long fucking, make
up for the loss of Caspar: hold onto her tits instead of the boy's
genitalia!

   He was tip-toeing up the hall when at the foot of the stairs the noises
started.

   Sounded like Desiree was dreaming!  She was shouting something.  But as
he stood listening the series of deep, throaty grunts started.  He knew
what that was, she was masturbating and this was a climax.  Good!  She
would be lubricated ready for him just to shove it in her...

   Her door was open, and the bedside light was on, but dimmed right down.
He stood in the doorway not believing the evidence of his eyes.  Bloody
Hell!  He squinted trying to focus on the bed despite the gloom: it must be
Desiree!  Not masturbating.  Getting fucked!  Well fucked!  There was a
scent of sex on the air, one he knew well: the woman was well-aroused!  He
concentrated on the man shagging her: they were kneeling and all he could
see was the guy's back and his arse.  His eyes were getting used to the
gloom and he could see a small, hard-looking bum, muscles working with each
thrust.

   The guy was a stud, a real stud.  The thrusts speeded up and Desiree was
off again with a series of "Ooooohs", "Aaaahs" and squeals of delight.  Now
he heard the trademark series of grunts marking her climax.  Fuckin Ell! 
This was her second....  at least her second.  The room reeked of sex and
they might have been at it for hours.

   The kneeling figure had been bent over Desiree licking and kissing her
back, but now it sat up.  Shit!  That was no guy: that was a youngster,
perhaps even a teenager.  He watched the arse muscles and that bottom
crease open and close with each increasingly rapid thrust and decided he
would have some of this.  Make up for missing his evening with the
Ukrainian lad.

   The boy could hardly complain caught fucking a man's wife, and as for
Desiree, well the same applied.

   He slipped away to the bathroom and found the baby oil in the cupboard,
sprayed some on his cock, and clutching the bottle returned to the room.

   The grunts had stopped, but the couple were too involved in their
pleasures to notice him as he quietly got onto the bed behind the boy.  The
thrusts speeded up again, and again Desiree was shouting.

   "Yes!, Like that!  Faster!  Harder!  Ooooh!  Larry!"

   "Cum for me, mother!  Cum again!  I wanna feel your cunt holding my cock
tight!  Real tight.  Yeah, like that, mother."

   An epiphany!  Not only was his wife fucking, but the randy little sod up
her was his own son.  That settled it: he would have him.

   He shuffled closer, kneeling and with his cock a short inch from the
heaving, firm little buttocks he sprayed oil into the boy's arse-cleft at
the same time turning up the dimmer switch.

   The woman was grunting again, and the boy was far gone in his pleasure,
ramming her with short, sharp jabs: they seemed not to have noticed the
sudden increase in light.

   Right!  Now!  He placed his cock and shoved.

   He must have caught the boy by surprise as there was no resistance as
his knob penetrated.

   The boy screamed and tried to get away, but his buttocks were now held
by two strong hands.

   The scream burst through Desiree's orgasm, as did the sudden stopping of
the fuck, after twenty minutes of action.  Her son's cock was still deep in
her but the delightful movement had stopped.

   She looked over her shoulder and saw.....

   "Oh shit!" Horror!  Her husband.

   But by now Don had his full length in the boy and was fucking him. 
Desiree saw and felt what was happening and the relief was immediate.  It
would be all right!  Don was fucking him too!  That made it ok.  Thank God!

   "Don't stop, Larry!"

   The first, immediate pain had passed but now there was a sort of
discomfort in his arse as that cock shifted in and out, hairy thighs
bashing into his smooth bottom cheeks.  And....  and somewhere inside there
was a new feeling, almost of pleasure.

   He managed to start fucking again, matching his slow thrusts to the
rhythm of the cock in his arse.  He looked over his shoulder for the first
time.

   "Dad!"

   "Yup!  Now fuck her!  Fuck the slut!  Fuck her you randy little fucker!"

   That feeling in his arse was beginning to translate itself into an added
pleasure in his cock.  The jabs into his arse increased in speed and force
as did his matching spearing his mother's hot cunt.

   "Fuck!  You've a hot, tight arse, Larry!  Velvet fuck!"

   Larry could feel the cock was touching something deep inside him with
every penetration,, pummelling it with a sensation that seemed to transfer
an extra pleasure to his cock and he doubted if he would be able to control
his climax soon.

   Then his mother was off again with her screamed chorus, and then the
spasms through her body.  He squeezed on her tits, both hands under her,
and there were the spasms through her body, each one gripping and releasing
his cock, milking it, each accompanied by a so-sexy grunt.  And his Daddy
was shouting too...

   Larry came and his mother could feel his knob and shaft grow larger,
then her cunt filling with the lubricant of his cum....  three spurts deep
inside her.  Larry, too, knew his Dad was cumming by the crash of the man's
thighs against his buttocks and the sudden looseness of his arse,
lubricated by spurts of hot spunk.

   The silence lasted what seemed like ages.  Broken by Desiree.

   "You two boys go and clean up: you'll both be a shitty mess.  And, Don,
douche and show Larry how to, and we'll show him some of the adult games we
like so much."

   ..........................

   Of course it was nothing new for Don to shower with a thirteen year old
boy but the fact that it was his own son added a special frisson.  That he
had just buggered the boy and in doing so had managed to make the boy cum
gave him a particular satisfaction as it had the promise that his weekends
at home would now include boy-sex as well as his often kinky frolics with
his super-model-class wife.

   He popped a blue pill into his mouth and wondered whether he should give
one to Larry, deciding that probably wasn't necessary: he could remember
what he was like himself at thirteen...

   The boy had, it emerged, already watched his mother douche, had buggered
her, and so took the douching procedure in his stride....  along with a
stiff little cock and a lot of happy laughter.  It was altogether new for
him to have the freedom to fondle and caress a handsome, muscular male all
over his body...  and especially his cock, balls and arse....  with the
pretence of soaping him down.

   It seemed perfectly natural to embrace and kiss under the needle-shower,
though the forbidden nature of lovers' kisses between son and father made
it specially exciting, that and the knowledge that both their arses were
full of warm water and that there could only be one reason for that.  Larry
was hoping against hope that his dad douching meant that son was soon to
fuck father in the arse.

   Meanwhile Desiree was dressing for the kinky fun she enjoyed with Don.
Dominatrix gear!  The old kink may have been a macho male, a tyrant in his
working life: at home he often liked to be submissive, which certainly
suited his wife.  So it was a shiny black satin waist cinch, a sort of
cut-off basque with no bra made to measure by a corsetiere in Paris so it
emphasised her tiny waist and comparatively broad hips.  Getting into it
unaided was always difficult but she managed, doing up the ten clasps down
the back, then stepping into it and stretching and wriggling it up till it
sat around her waist, the four black satin suspender straps hanging down
ready for her glossy black, fully-fashioned stockings.

   Seams straight, of course.  Her black, cock-shaped strap-on dildo was
fastened with satin surfaced velcro straps round her waist and the tops of
her thighs, and then open crotch, thin black silk panties over all.  Her
five inch black high heels with open toes completed the ensemble.

   She posed in front of the mirror and liked what she saw, feeling tension
rising in her crotch again despite serial orgasms earlier.  Her nipples,
breasts left naked, were nicely erect, and her cunt lips puffy, her clit
erect and peeping out between them.  She was wet already from her climaxes,
and her arse and cunt would still be full of Larry's boy-juice.

   Her black cat-o-nine-tails lash, with its short, six inch braided
leather handle clipped onto the little chrome ring she had instructed the
corsetiere to sew onto the waspie.

   The red silk ropes were already fixed to the bed of course, and she just
had to pull them from underneath so they lay on the white base-sheet, the
duvets on the floor at the foot of the bed.  She pulled the crate of toys
from under the bed and everything was ready.  She stood by the bed and
within a minute the two males, her submissive and her toy-boy, came in,
presumably "clean inside and out" and ready to please her.

   ..........................

   Larry stood mesmerised by this vision, naked tits and her pussy obscured
by a grotesque black cock strapped in front of her.  His cock twitched at
the sight of long, long shapely legs, black glossy stockings and that
fetish waspie, pin-up high heels.  A boy's wet dream...  Her black plastic
cock waved as she unclasped a dangerous looking whip from her belt and
swished it through the air, before landing a vicious multi-thonged lash
across his dad's bottom.

   Amazed he watched as his dad accepted that punishment without a murmur,
and perhaps even stuck his bum out just a bit more to accept a second and
third whistling blow.

   "Star-fish, belly down, bum up."

   The command was barked out like a sergeant major, and was instantly
obeyed.  How could that strong, muscular man submit to a frail, though
beautiful woman, without a murmur or moment's hesitation?

   "Bum up higher.  Now.  Larry.  a couple of pillows under his belly and
while you're about it is he hard or limp?"

   The two cushions made his body arch, his bottom jut out completely
obscenely.  His dad's cock had been spilling pre-cum in the shower and
after, but just now was soft, or at best half-hard.....  unlike the boy's
own cock.  Larry just knew he was going to see some amazing kinky sex,
perhaps even take part in it.  His young heart beat with excitement and pre
dripped down his shaft onto his near-hairless balls.

   "It's limp, mother."

   She handed him the whip.

   "Give him six of the best, boy."

   He hesitated, but gave one half-hearted attempt."

   "No, boy.  Full strength.  That's what he likes.  Then see if he's still
limp."

   "I enjoyed that, mother, and it feels as if dad did as well; cock's
about half-hard."

   "Good.  Now watch this...."

   Larry watched wide-eyed as his step-mother oiled his dad's arse.  Surely
she wasn't about to.  Jeez!  She was.  He watched as she spread his
arse-cheeks, placed the strap-on's knob, shoved.  His dad groaned....  a
groan of pleasure not pain.  Then she fucked him with long, slow, sweeps.

   Larry had never seen anything so sexy in his life as her buttock muscles
worked and he just had to fondle her shapely firm bottom.  She laughed. 
Emboldened he reached for a breast and squeezed, then tweaked her erect
nipple.  His own cock was almost painfully hard and weeping pre-cum in
volumes it never had before.

   "Is he hard yet?"

   Larry abandoned her tempting breast and felt underneath.

   "Like wood, mother."

   "The old kink loves to be fucked!  Your turn now, Larry.  Make the old
bugger cum!  Fuck him hard and fast like you do me...."

   She saw him hesitate.  Probably never considered sex with a man.  let
alone with his dad: he hadn't really had much choice when his dad fucked
him a few minutes before.  She decided to help him: after all she believed
everyone was as least a bit bisexual and it only needed the opportunity and
a hint of encouragement.

   If I lay like this you'll be able to play with my tits while you do him.
Look at him waggling his arse; he is desperate for it!

   The boy nodded, spread his father's buttocks and was surprised to find
the anus gaping wide open, presumably stretched and relaxed by that big
black dildo.  He hoped his narrower, shorter cock would be ok, and slid it
easily in.  It was surprisingly hot up there, as his thighs came to a rest
against those muscular buttocks, and he felt the anus close on his cock
making it agreeable tight.  And yes, his mother's lovely breasts were in
reach, and he started to fondle one while he slowly at first fucked in and
out.  He watched as his mother unstrapped the dildo, threw it off the edge
of the bed, and started to masturbate, fingers rubbing her clit and then
with her other hand finger fucking.

   "Faster, harder!"

   The first words his dad had uttered in his role as a submissive toy. 
Echoed by his mother, "Yes!  Larry.  Do him as hard as you can.  Crash your
body against his bum.  Give it to him.  He loves it".  He saw her abandon
her cunt for a moment and feel under the kneeling male.

   "He's stiff now.  Make sure you tell the boy if you start to cum, Don."

   Their sex was noisy, as well as the slurping noise her fingers were
making in her cunt, the smacking of thighs against buttocks, and a strange
squelching noise each time he thrust into his dad's male pussy, there was
his mother's little squeaks and then her grunts, more squeaks and more
grunts, and his dad panting and whispering "Yes!  fuck yes!  Jeez that's
good", and such like.  It seemed his mother could cum and cum again and
again masturbating: perhaps it was the sight of her two males fucking in
breach of all the social taboos, he thought, and fucked all the harder.

   He reached under his dad, abandoning that lovely firm breast for a
moment.  His dad's cock was hard, throbbing, and wet with pre-cum.  The boy
wanked it in time with his thrusts....

   "You better cum soon, dad.  I can't hold it....  "Aaaaaaah I'm gonna
cum. Cum for me, daddy!"

   "Fuck, yes.  Ooooh.  Fuck, yes.  Me too.  Cum Larry.  Fill my arse with
boy-juice.  Shit!  I'm cumming...."

   Four huge pile-driving thrusts and the boy spurted four times deep
inside his father, feeling his hand covered in his father's slippery spunk.
Beside him his mother was having yet another climax.

   The boy did not stop immediately but gradually slowed until his cock was
motionless, deep inside that hot arse, just twitching from time to time.

   He pulled out and his dad fell over sideways so the boy was laying
between his parents.  All three were silent for a long time, Larry, cock
still hard, caressing his mother's firm body.

   .....................................

   "That was good, dad.  I mean all of it, being fucked and fucking.  I was
petrified when I looked up and saw you there while I was shagging mother. A
shock.  But it's all right now."

   "Better than all right!"

   "But what about me: my husband turns up by surprise and finds me
fucking....  fucking his son!  Talk about shock!  Naughty, Don.  A husband
is supposed to text his wife if he is coming home early!" She laughed and
Don smiled happily.

   "For me it was just a surprise, but a real sexy one.  I've often
imagined watching you fuck another guy, and it being a teenage boy made it
even better, and better still when I realised the boy was Larry."

   "You really wouldn't have minded, Don?  I mean if it had been just
another guy?"

   "No, darling.  An old fantasy fulfilled.  But what do you think about me
fucking a boy?"

   "Oh, Don, I've always known you letch after teenage boys.  Remember
those lads playing beach football at Malaguenara last year.  Fuck!  You
couldn't take your eyes off them and I just knew you were thinking about
them when we fucked later!  You were transparent, darling.  And I guess you
have gay sex when you're away too."

   "Well if it's confession time, yes I do.  Never girls or women, only
boys."

   "For god's sake don't get caught if it's illegal over there!"

   "It is illegal, but where I go has protection.  used by all the great
and good of the land!"

   Well, Larry and I will sleep together from now on while you're away."

   "And all three of us when I'm home.  Perhaps Larry can find one or two
other boys to give us all a bit of variety.  How about it, Larry?"

   "I reckon two or three of the football team would be up for a fuck with
mother: several said she's the sexiest woman they've ever seen when you
came to the sports day.  And if it was a Friday, dad, you could surprise us
all like you did just now: they could hardly object, could they?  And once
they'd felt how good it is they would want more....  But, hey!  now that's
all sorted, I'm still hard."

   "Watch this, Larry."

   She knelt over her man's face, pulled her cunt lips apart and sank down
on the tongue he stuck out just before she landed on his face.

   "You suck him, Larry.  Finger fuck him too.  You know about the
prostate? Good!  Suck him, finger fuck his prostate and when he's hard
again you can fuck my cunt while he fucks me in my arse.  No-one has to
work tomorrow, so we've all night."

   FIN (for now)