A mother's desire for her son's body is a constant temptation. She forces herself to resist her primal desire. All is okay until her son has ideas of his own.
Story Codes: (MF, M+F, FF, con, incest, Wife-Share, swing, anal, Fsub, Mdom, voy, exhib, feet)
I watched my son, Kyle, as he headed out the door to meet up with some of his friends. It is hard to believe I gave birth to him just over 20 years ago. I'm very proud of the man he has become. I can't help but admire him and here recently that admiration was what had caused me the most concern. He had grown into a very handsome and masculine young man. As I watched him walk out the door I bothered me when I realized once again I wasn't looking at him as my son, but instead, as the very handsome and sexually desirable man he had become.
Now and then he had a habit of emerging from the hall bathroom wrapped in just a towel around his waist. Whenever this happened I resosted the temptation by getting up and leaving the room. I would make an excuse I needed to get clothes out of the washer, or put dishes in the dishwasher. Anything that would get me away from the temptation and possibility of loosing control. I often found myself fantasizing about him and with just that towel wrapped around him I didn't trust myself to act like a mother should.
I realize I should be ashamed of myself and the truth is, I was. Despite my shame, I could not get the images of my son out of my head. They seemed to be occupying my thoughts with an ever increased frequency.
It had been a little over five years since my husband had walked out on Kyle and me. Apparently his new secretary, a very young and extremely attractive girl fulfilled his needs better than I had been able to accomplish. You would get no argument from me that my husband had been a good father and good husband – at least right up to that fateful day he came home and informed me he was moving out.
He assured me it wasn't me. He accepted full responsibility saying the failure of our marriage was all his fault. I guess I should have been happy he was owning the blame, but it didn't change the fact the man I had loved was leaving me. He even told me I was beautiful, a great mother and good wife. I don't know why he said it, but he even had the nerve to say I was great in bed, although those were not his exact words. As I remember it was more like "You've always been a great fuck, but…" I wanted to slap the shit out of him and I even took a swing at him. I would have connected with the side of his face had he not caught my arm in mid-air. He said he'd found someone else who met his needs even better than I'd been able to do.
I stood dumbstruck as I looked at him furious and with my mouth hanging open. His abandonment of my son and me had been totally unexpected. Needless to say I was devastated. I tried to talk to him about it but he told me he'd said all he intended to say on the subject.
As you might expect, given the circumstances, the divorce was very nasty. After all the dust settled I came out okay financially, but emotionally I was a total wreck. My attorney saw to it that my son and I would be well taken care of well into the foreseeable future, but the man I had fallen head over heals in love with in high school was no longer a part of our lives. What made it even worse, the great father he had once been ended with all his attention now focused on the young bimbo he said fulfilled him better than me. The asshole now wanted nothing to do with our precious little boy.
Maybe this is a good place for me to back up a little and explain how we arrived at this point. I was the head cheerleader my Senior year in high school. I was happy and my life couldn't have been better. I was popular and dated several guys, but only one stole my heart like a thief in the night. I fell in love with the man whose cock would plant his seed in me our Senior year and become my son's father. My life started to crumble a few months after my eighteenth birthday. I was still single and it was then that I learned I was pregnant with Kyle.
Since pregnant cheerleaders are not an example the school board feels should be leading cheers in front of a stadium filled with parents and other students, I was forced to resign from my Cheerleading squad. At the time being a Cheerleader was what I was. Being a cheerleader defined me and Cheerleading was my true passion in life. Understandably so, my parents weren't happy with the choices I had made. Despite their disappointment my mother stood by my side and gave me the emotional support I desperately needed to make it through this difficult time. I've always been a Daddy's Girl and even though he was disappointed Daddy was always there for me whenever I needed his support and love.
To his credit, my boyfriend, and the father of my child, stuck by me. We were married a few weeks after graduation in a small ceremony. I gave birth to a beautiful baby boy three months later. We named him Kyle and he was absolutely the most beautiful baby in the world; at least that's how I saw him. He was a perfect baby. My husband's parents helped us financially in order for my husband to be able to continue on to college and earn his degree in Engineering. As one would expect, those first few years weren't easy, but my husband was a hard worker and with the love and support from both sets of parents we managed to survive.
My husband often referred to me as his trophy wife. I liked that he was proud of me and thought I was pretty. I've never had any difficulty turning a man's head, but my husband's affirmation was important to me. My mother told me several times my looks was my biggest problem. She told me many times I was too pretty for my own good. I've always gotten a thrill knowing men think I'm pretty. Despite the attention my looks generated, my husband was my only love and even though there were ample opportunities to do so, I never cheated on him.
My girlfriends didn't approve of him calling me his trophy wife, but I told them it didn't bother me. They said it was condescending and I shouldn't encourage him to refer to me in that manner. I explained I never encouraged him, but they insisted by not objecting, I was encouraging the behavior. I considered their comments as being the product of jealousy, and chose to ignore them. I knew I had a man who loved me and that's all that was important.
I was always at my husband's side for social events and functions at his office. Several times he told me, in his office a wife was essential for anyone on the rise, and if she was pretty she was an asset. His hard work resulted in him being offered the opportunity to manage a branch office of his firm.
Oftentimes I would go into his office to see him or meet him for lunch. He seemed to enjoy when I'd surprise him and let him take me to lunch. His employees were always very friendly, at least until a couple months before he came home, packed his bags and told me he had found someone else.
You see, my husband had hired a new secretary and I liked her a lot. She was 12 years younger than me and very pretty. I should've known trouble was brewing, but in my eyes our marriage was rock solid. At least that's what I thought, so in my mind I had no reason to be jealous. I teased him asking him how much value her looks added to her overall worth when he evaluated her resume. It was no secret to me how much value he attached to a woman's physical appearance. In my na&239;ve mind I saw her looks as an asset to him and the company, never imagining I was now in competition with her for my husband.
Looking back I can see where shortly after he hired her I had noticed, but dismissed, that when I visited his office the employees who had always been so friendly made every effort to avoid me. They would turn away or suddenly get busy when they saw me approaching, or try to avoid me in other ways, whenever they saw me. When I did happen to catch one who hadn't noticed me approaching they would always attempt to cut short our conversation. I asked my husband about this sudden change in behavior and he dismissed it as pressure that had been dumped on them as a result of some very lucrative new contracts the firm had received. I was stupid and never connected the dots of the arrival of the cute new secretary with the sudden change in attitudes. Much too late I learned everyone in the office was fully aware of my husband's affair with his new secretary. As the saying goes, the little wife is always the last to know.
Kyle, our son, was given the opportunity to decide with which parent he wanted to live. I was very happy when he chose to live with me. This was the best thing that could have happened to me at that low point in my life. It seemed this was the only thing in my life that had gone right. Kyle made it clear he wanted nothing to do with his father and his father made no attempt to mend any bridges he had set afire. I admit I was very bitter regarding what had happened, but his father seemed more interested in his office and his new girlfriend than he was in building a lasting bond with his only son.
Kyle was a jock in high school. He played on the football team and I could always be found in the stands at every single one of his games. Whether at home or away I was there cheering my son and his team on to victory. My pride in my son wasn't missed by other mothers who laughed and said I was the team's biggest fan. I loved watching their games and cheering them on, what I didn't like were the other player's fathers who were persistent in their efforts to get into my panties. As one of the 'pretty girls' all my life, I was accustomed to this kind of behavior from men and was pretty good at handling it. Once these fathers learned I was divorced they were like a bunch of sharks circling looking for any opportunity. What bothered me even more were the wives who saw me as a threat after the divorce became public knowledge. I had no interest in their men, but those I had been good friends with put up walls to keep me away. Even though I could handle the advances of their husbands, I was there to watch my son play, not to be preyed upon and have to deflect the advances made by these men. The single guys I expected this behavior from, but most of the men I had to fight off were those who were married to my so called friends.
After the divorce I guess I was pretty typical in that I wanted nothing to do with men or jumping into a new relationship. I eventually mellowed out a little and dated a few guys. There were a few who got my interest, but none of these relationships developed into anything serious for the long term.
I remember one particular evening, I had been on a date and we had enjoyed a wonderful dinner. I had been on half a dozen dates with this guy and he really was one of the nicer guys I had met and dated. One thing led to another and I found myself on my back in my bed with my legs spread wide with my date naked and on top of me. It had been a long time since I had felt a nice hard cock in me and the sensation of him filling me did feel really good. A real cock beats a vibrator any day.
He was in my pussy thrusting his hard meat into me. As I lay there, with him driving hard into me, I realized I had become what I despised. The chances of anything serious developing between this man and me were slim. His hard cock felt great filling me and it definitely scratched that itch deep inside me, but I wanted more and realized while he might be able to fill my physical needs, at that moment, he wasn't able to give me what I needed emotionally. He was certainly well equipped with a fine set of tools, if all I had wanted was a man to fuck me, but I knew I needed more. Even as his cock was still inside me, I realized this would be our last date and I wanted to make it good for both of us. I had no idea how long it would be before I found another cock I would allow to penetrate me, so I was going to enjoy this one for the last time.
To help make it good for him I was talking dirty to him, urging him on, begging him to fuck me harder. I was doing this not just because I like being fucked hard, but more because I know how dirty sex talk stimulates a man and speeds up his ejaculation, which in turn gets him out of me that much faster. I knew when I felt his body stiffen and felt him ram himself deep inside me, his semen was flowing through his cock and into me, filling me with his seed. At that moment I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I couldn't even do this right. My desire to give him an orgasm quickly then get him out of me resulted in his orgasm coming just seconds before I was ready. It was my own fault for hurrying him, but I just needed a few more hard thrusts to reach my own orgasm.
As I lay there feeling this man's hard cock transferring semen from his body into mine I realized I had serious issues I had to get a handle on if I was ever going to be able to trust a man and once again find happiness. Trusting someone was something I found very difficult to do. The man I had loved and trusted for so long had betrayed that trust and turned my world upside down. I knew there were now only two men in my life I could trust unconditionally, my father and my own son.
Following this realization, I withdrew myself from the dating scene and poured myself into my job and my son. I'm a woman who not only enjoys, but needs the touch of a man. I need a man who can make me feel secure in his arms and desired in his bed. For some reason the men I had been meeting were not fulfilling my emotional needs. Sure they were eager to give me their semen, and while that was very important to me, it was simply not enough.
On the advice of a close friend I agreed to see a psychiatrist. Maybe because the doctor was a man, or maybe it was just me, but whatever the reason, the sessions with him only frustrated me more, leaving me even more confused. It was at that time in my life I remember first taking notice of my son in a different way. One day I looked up and saw him mowing the yard in a pair of cutoff jeans and an old pair of sneakers. He was shirtless and his jeans were a pair he had outgrown and as such were a couple sizes too small. I caught myself staring at him. His arms were very muscular from his football training and the shorts he was wearing were cut off a little shorter than they should have been. I noticed his thighs were thick and very muscular. I figured they developed like that from squats in the weight room during football practice. The sun had tanned his skin a deep bronze color and the sheen of perspiration covering his body made him just that much more desirable. At that moment, to me he looked like one of those Greek statues. I was ashamed what I was thinking, but I could not bring myself to stop watching him. He saw me and gave me one of his award winning smiles and waved at me. I was thankful he could not read my mind and know what I was thinking.
I realized my son was no longer my little boy, but instead he had become quite a handsome and well built man. My embarrassment at what was going through my mind bothered me for several days. How could I be thinking of my own son in this manner?
Kyle and I have always had a great relationship. I'm very proud of my son and have always gotten a kick out of seeing how the girls his age look at him. I've even noticed, and laughed each time it happens, that older women look at him in much the same way.
I don't believe he realizes how good looking and sexy he is. As a woman I can read the looks on the faces of other women and pretty much know what they are thinking when they look at a man they find themselves attracted to.
When it comes to my son, the young girls will glance at him then look back as if they missed something. They will check him out, and if they are with another female they will turn to her and say something, which usually results in both of them looking at Kyle, smiling, then walking off together giggling. Older women are more reserved and much more discrete, but they still make it easy for me to see they are interested. I can tell they are constructing a fantasy in their mind of what it would be like to take him home with them or wondering to themselves how large the special treat he is hiding behind the zipper of his pants might be.
Whenever this has happened I have always been proud it is my son they are admiring. I like knowing I have a lot to do with the man he has grown up to be. His looks are also derived from his parents, of which I was obviously at least 50% responsible.
The age difference between my son and me is only 18 years. He has told me a few times he has overheard people who don't know us, having mistaken us as being a couple. We both get a kick out of this when it happens and laugh it off, but deep down it does give me a thrill and sense of pride. It makes me feel good that some people still see me as a young desirable woman who is still able to attract the attention of this handsome young man.
On the day that put into motion the events that would eventually lead to my loss of control, I remember it had been a rough day at work and my feet were killing me. When I arrived home I fixed dinner, as usual. As we ate, Kyle told me about his classes at college. I always love when he shares with me how his day has gone.
We were finishing up, when he obviously had noticed my fatigue and asked, "Mom, are you okay?"
"Yea Honey, I'm just tired. My feet hurt and it was a rough day at the office."
I was shocked by his next comment. "Mom, I've got this. Why don't you go take a long hot bath and I'll clean up the kitchen."
I almost passed out, here my son was offering to clean the kitchen. I almost told him thanks, but that I could take care of it, when I realized this was something he actually wanted to do for me. I said, "Honey that's so sweet of you. You have no idea how much I appreciate you pitching in and helping me like this."
"Mom, it's the least I can do when you consider all you do for me."
I got up and walked over to him wrapping my arms around his head and gave him a kiss on the top of his head. His thick brown hair was soft and smelled good. "Thanks Honey, I won't be long. Maybe we can watch a show on TV when I get out."
"Sure Mom, sounds good. Take your time, I need to figure out where everything goes and will probably need a little extra time to clean up the glass from the dishes I break."
We both laughed at his comment. I gave him another hug and thanked him for being such a good son before heading down the hall to my bathroom. The idea of a nice long soak in a tub of hot water and bath crystals sounded like the perfect ending to my hectic day.
The hot water felt just as good as I had imagined, and my feet were doing much better now that I was off of them. I'm a real estate agent and the competition amongst agents for listings is fierce. I have to look my best every single day if I'm to have any reasonable expectation of securing new listings, and after all that's what it's all about.
Since all the women in the office dress very nice and wear heels, in order to compete that's how I must dress. I've tried to forget my ex-husband, but some of what he said has stuck with me and actually makes sense. One thing he valued in the business world was personal appearance. Whether I like it or not, people do make decisions based on how I look. Keeping myself in shape is good for my health and also contributes to my success in business. To keep myself looking good I have a regular standing appointment at the salon to have my nails done along with frequent trips to the gym to keep my body toned and looking good. At 38 I have no difficulty turning heads, but it does require some effort to stay on top of everything.
My biggest weakness is shoes. I love the way a pair of shoes with four or five inch stiletto heels shape my legs and my ass. I think my small feet with a fresh pedicure look very sexy in stilettos. I prefer those with thin straps and very little concealing my foot. I always wear a gold anklet to draw attention to my feet. As good as my feet look, if I'm on them much during the day, the heels come off the moment I climb into my car for the drive home. Even though nobody at the office sees under my outer shell of clothing it is important to how I feel to wear sexy lingerie underneath it all.
My husband always wanted me hairless below the neck. I found I liked the feeling and look of my pussy bald and have continued to keep it that way. I like feeling feminine and enjoy the feeling of satin and lace against my skin. I usually wear a thong or g-string along with a pretty bra with satin and lace.
After the wonderful respite in the tub the water that started out very hot was beginning to cool. I decided it was time to get out and see how Kyle was doing.
I grabbed a towel from a stack I keep near the tub and was drying off. Glancing at my reflection in the mirror I had to admit the girl in the mirror didn't look all that bad. My breasts are a C cup and look damn good even though they show a very slight bit of sag. I've consoled myself by saying they are still pretty damn firm, but do have just enough sag to prove they are real. They aren't what they were when I was a cheerleader in high school, but considering my breasts fed a baby, I think they look damn good. My tummy looks better than many women in their 20's. The fact I have no stretch marks from giving birth to Kyle amazes me. The fact I can still pull off wearing a skimpy bikini at the beach and get the attention of men as I walk by is something I have always been especially proud of.
When I was a cheerleader my blonde hair hung to my waist. As I got older I shortened it to where it now stops just an inch or so past my shoulders. My husband always told me my emerald green eyes could intoxicate any man with a pulse. Standing one inch over 5 feet tall I'm short, but I feel like my body is very well proportioned. I know a lot of men like petite women. I smiled and as if the woman in the mirror was posing for me and asking for my opinion, I placed my hands on my hips, nodded my head at her saying, 'You have nothing to be ashamed of baby. You're still one hot broad. If I was a man I would certainly fuck you.' I then laughed at myself for talking to my reflection in such a nonsensical and, what many would consider, sexist manner.
In addition to shoes, my other weakness is lingerie. I love being a petite female and being able to wear sexy lingerie. It makes me feel very feminine and pretty. Lingerie helps boost my confidence of my sensuality.
Looking though my lingerie drawer I found a pair of red satin panties and slipped them on. I knew I was going to be home the rest of the evening so I decided I wanted to be comfortable and decided to not wear a bra. I grabbed a red satin robe out of my closet, that matched my panties, and slipped it on. After tying the robe closed using the sash I brushed my hair. Once again I glanced in the mirror and was very happy with what I saw. My hair is thick and I love the way it shines as the light hits it. It wasn't like I was getting ready for a date and I knew I had nobody I needed to impress, but I like looking nice and I think my son enjoys seeing his mother look pretty. I headed to the living room where Kyle already had the television turned on.
Upon entering I saw him look up and say, "Hi Mom." He smiled then in a bashful sort of way said, "Mom, you look hot… I'm sorry, I meant you look very pretty."
His comment made me feel really good. "Thank you Honey. That's so sweet of you to say." I gave him a wink and said, "I'm happy you think I look hot." I grinned and could see by me giving attention to his first remark I had embarrassed him just a little.
"It's true Mom you really are pretty." I saw him look down at my feet then back up at me before asking, "Are the feet doing any better after your bath?"
"Thanks Honey. Yes, they feel much better, but to be honest, they still do hurt. I really abused them today."
"Mom, I know those heels you wear make your legs look great, but if they hurt your feet so much, why do you wear them?"
I found it interesting my son thought the heels make my legs look good. It was true he was taking notice of girls. I said, "Honey, it's what the customers like and that's what it's all about. After all, the pretty girls get the listings. Not only that I like the way they make my feet look and let's face it, the extra few inches don't hurt my height."
"Mom, you are gorgeous. Yea the heels are nice, but you certainly don't need those heels to make you one of the pretty girls. As for your height, I like short girls and I know lots of other men do as well."
"Thank you Honey. That's so nice of you to say, but the fact is the customers enjoy seeing a woman in heels, at least the male customers. Don't you prefer to see a woman in heels?"
He gave me a sheepish grin saying, "Well sure, don't all guys? It is just I hate to see your feet hurt so much from trying to get some old fucker's cock hard."
"KYLE! What has gotten into you saying something like that?" I'd never heard him say the word cock, and to hear him talk about clients getting an erection looking at my feet and legs while I was wearing heels, took me by surprise. He's a man, after all, but I had never heard him talk like this.
"Mom I know what men think and I don't like them thinking that way about my mother."
"Honey that's sweet of you to say, but it's different for women. Women are judged primarily based on our looks and not how smart we are. It's just the way women are seen and I accept that's the way it is. I have to accept it if I'm going to compete and be successful. I'm just happy I can still fix myself up and compete with the younger girls."
"Whatever! I still say you don't have any competition when it comes to standing out in a crowd, even when that crowd is a bunch of beautiful women. Speaking of being short, well mom you really are, shall we say, height deficient." He laughed at his own comment then said, "I'm thankful I got your brains and dad's height. Imagine what it would have been like if it had been the other way around." He was laughing again and I could not help but join in.
His father was smart, but I got the point and it was funny. Kyle has always teased me about being so short. That's when he looked away from the television with a serious look on his face. Gone was the laughter I heard moments before. He was now looking directly at me. "Mom it's true. Every time us guys talk about women my friends always comment saying my mother is the best looking mother they have ever seen. Mom seriously, they are right, you are hot."
I was a little embarrassed hearing this compliment coming from my own son. "Yea right Honey, I'm sure they do."
"Mom, I'm not joking, I'm being dead serious. The guys are all the time telling me how smoking hot you are, and the honest truth is, they're right."
"Really? They really say I'm smoking hot, and you really think so too?" We had never had a conversation like this. Sure we talked about girls his age and a few he had dated, but this was the first time the subject of the conversation was me. I should not have been surprised how this was making me feel. I could not help but notice our conversation was having the predictable effect on him. I noticed he tried to be discrete about it, but I saw him move as he tried to relieve some pressure in his pants. I had seen men do this many times and they always thought they were able to adjust their cock without women around them realizing what they were doing. It was fun to watch them do it and think they had gotten away with it without anyone noticing what was happening.
Kyle said, "Yea Mom, Really! Not only that, they say…"
He stopped in mid-sentence. It was obvious he suddenly had second thoughts on letting what he'd been thinking actually come out of his mouth. He recovered from his aborted sentence saying, "Sorry Mom, I don't know what I was thinking, never mind."
He had my interest and I wanted to know what it was he was going to say. I said, "No, please go on and finish what you started to say. What is it your friends say about me?"
"Mom, it was nothing. It's just a bunch of macho guy talk and not something you would likely approve of me discussing."
"Kyle, I really do want to know. I promise I won't get mad. I'm curious, to know what they say. Please go on and tell me."
"Okay Mom, but it is crude talk from a bunch of idiots. Since you asked and seem to really want to know, they call you a MILF." He paused a moment then asked, "Do you know what that is?"
It is funny how kids think their parents are ignorant about some things. If they only knew what we have done and what we really know. The truth is I knew very well what a MILF was and this revelation gave me a big boost of confidence I had not felt in a long time. It didn't matter it was coming from young men who walk around with a hard cock in their pants most of the day. Somehow their appraisal and desire made me feel sexy. I smiled at Kyle and said, "Yes son, I do know what a MILF is. So you are saying your friends want to…"
He cut me off, evidently not wanting me to finish my statement. "Mom, I'm sorry, I should have kept my mouth shut, but yes that's what I'm saying, or at least what my friends are saying."
"Honey, you have nothing to be sorry about. That's okay. Actually I kind of like that they think I'm sexy and they would like to…well you know what I mean."
"Yes Mom, I know." He paused for the longest time. I knew he had something else he wanted to say, and I didn't want to rush him. Finally he looked at me and said, "Mom, you may not realize it but trust me, you really are hot. I've seen most of their mothers and some are what I would consider attractive, some are maybe even pretty, but Mom, none of them even come close to you."
I grinned, cocked my head slightly to the side and asked, "So even my son thinks I'm hot?"
"Seriously Mom? You are embarrassing me, but yea, even a gay guy would appreciate your body."
"I think it's sweet that you think your old mom is… How did you put it, smoking hot?" I could see he was embarrassed. I grinned and asked, "Tell me son, when have you actually seen your mother's body?"
He looked at me smiling and said, "Mom, you are NOT old and that's all I'm going to say on that subject."
A warm feeling was developing between my legs and I decided to not push him for an answer to the part of my question he ignored. I wondered if he really had seen me naked and I had not realized I'd been on display. I realized I was once again thinking of Kyle as the handsome man he is and not the way I should be thinking of him, which was as my son. Looking back on that evening, maybe I should have thought about it a little longer before speaking, but I asked, "Honey, my feet really do hurt. Can we just forget all this talk for a while? I would really appreciate it if you would massage my feet for me?"
He looked at me as if he wasn't sure he heard me correctly. "Mom, what did you say? Did you ask if I want to massage your feet?"
"Yea, if you don't mind. It's okay if you don't want to, but I would really appreciate it."
"Sure, I mean no, I mean I wouldn't mind at all."
While seated at one end of our couch, I said, "Okay, if you're sure you don't mind. There is a bottle of baby oil on my night stand and you can sit there on the couch. I will put my feet in your lap and you can massage them. You have no idea how much I appreciate this." I was pointing my finger at the other end of the couch.
"Sure Mom, be back in a flash."
He wasn't kidding, it literally was a flash. I think he practically ran both ways to the bedroom and back. For some reason my son seemed really excited to have the opportunity to massage my feet. When he returned he had the bottle of oil in his hands. "Okay, where did you say you want me to sit?"
Again I pointed to the other end of the couch and said, "Right there. I will put my feet in your lap and you can rub the oil into my sore aching feet."
He took the seat I had pointed to and I raised my feet to put both of them on his lap. He was wearing shorts and I commented for him to be careful and not get the oil on his pants. He took hold of the foot closest to him and put some oil on his hand before placing the bottle on the end table beside where he was sitting. He smoothed the oil over my foot and began to massage it in with his thumbs and fingers. It felt wonderful and I told him how good it felt.
"Mom, tell me if I'm pressing too hard."
"Okay Honey, but right now the pressure feels perfect."
He continued to rub the oil into my feet adding more oil to his hand now and then. He even massaged the oil into my leg up to my knee. After he had finished with my first foot and leg he started on the second. The foot he had finished was now in his lap with the side of my foot resting against the front of his shorts. As he began working on my other foot I thought, with my foot, I felt something move. I had a good idea what it was and didn't want to startle or embarrass him any more than I already had done. I carefully looked at his shorts where my foot was resting. In his seated position it was hard to be sure, but it looked like my son's cock was erect, or at the very least well into the process of becoming that way. At that point I almost stopped him in order to prevent this from progressing to far; however, my curiosity got the better of me and I wanted to see what would happen. I told myself I would stop it before it got out of hand.
I know I should not have done it, but I couldn't help myself. I moved my foot against his shorts now and then. There was no doubt in my mind his cock was swelling up and getting bigger! A couple of times I heard a groan escape his lips and saw him close his eyes. I realized it was true, my son was actually getting turned on from either my foot pressed against him or from massaging my feet.
I was wondering to myself if it was possible my son might have a foot fetish? I know many men do find women's feet sexually stimulating. It excited me a little thinking my son's cock was getting hard simply because of my feet. I would have to remember that and be sure to wear my heels when he and I were going somewhere together.
It wasn't that I consciously wanted to cause my son to get an erection, but if he got enjoyment from seeing my feet, I wanted them to look their best. I certainly wanted him to enjoy our time together. I had no qualms about being the cause of a little excitement in his pants, it was just that I knew it wasn't appropriate for the two of us to take that next step. In my mind teasing was okay, incest was not.
I get a kick out of watching men try to hide their cock when they get hard. Men always struggle trying to be inconspicuous adjusting the tent in their pants so it is less noticeable. As a woman I have never understood this tendency. I'm flattered when I make a man's cock hard and don't understand why they try so hard to hide it. After all, the reality is when they get older they will be dreaming of the days when it would spring to attention simply at the sight of a smooth shapely leg and firm thigh in a short skirt.
Even though I didn't want to do it, I knew I had to bring this foot massage to an end. The problem was it felt incredibly good, I easily convinced myself to let him go just a little bit longer. I laid my head back on the arm of the couch and closed my eyes.
Kyle kept working on my feet. When I had closed my eyes his eyes were moving between a show he was watching on TV and my feet. I wondered if his focus had changed and cracked my eyes open just enough to see what he was doing. I saw his eyes had drifted and were no longer on my feet, but instead he was looking directly at the exposed skin where my robe had opened below the sash at the waist. I could not help but wonder if my robe had fallen open on its own or did it have some help. My son was looking directly at my red satin panties. The thought of what he was looking at sent a shiver of excitement to my pussy. It was at that point I came to my senses and knew regardless of how much I was enjoying this I needed to bring it to an end. I realized if I didn't do it now this was very likely going to spiral out of control very fast.
I said, "Honey that feels really good, but before it gets much later I need to go over some paperwork for a meeting I have first thing in the morning." As I began to sit up I could see the disappointment on his face. He tried to disguise what he was doing as unintentional, but I felt him pull the foot he was working on up against my other foot and holding them tight against the front of his pants and his hard cock. He held my feet there together as he attempted to talk me into letting him massage my feet a little while longer. It was all I could do to keep myself from wiggling my toes against that hard organ in his pants.
In an almost pleading tone of voice he said, "Mom, are you sure? I like massaging your feet and have nothing else I need to do."
"Yes Baby, I'm sure; but I'll keep your name and number in my list of references for the next time I need a massage. You did a great job."
He smiled and said, "Remember I offer the best service at the most reasonable rates."
"I will be sure to remember and I promise we will absolutely do this again."
He released my feet and helped me up from the couch. I could not resist looking and was pleased at what I saw. There was no way possible for him to hide the very large bulge pressing hard against his zipper trying to break through. I love my son, and thought to myself 'If only he wasn't my son…' I could not help myself as I began imagining what he would do with that hard meat in his pants if we were in bed together. Realizing what I was thinking I shook my head in an attempt to clear the thoughts of incest from my mind.
Once back in my room I closed my door and pulled out my briefcase to get the papers I said I needed to review. I had to get my mind off my son. I had no meeting in the morning, but the realization of where the foot massage had been headed was too much for me to allow it to continue. I had to stop thinking of my son like this. This was incest and it was my responsibility as the parent to not allow this to happen.
Despite my self-admonition I felt the chill of moisture between my legs and immediately jumped up to look in the mirror. I was embarrassed to see the crotch of my panties was much darker than the rest of the material. The moisture of my arousal had leaked out onto my panties. At that moment I realized this was what my son had been looking at.
There was nothing I could do about it now, he now knew his massage of my feet had aroused his mother sexually. As I climbed back on the bed I thought to myself that I had to be more careful. A 20 year old male has a very strong sexual drive. He has needs and I had no idea how much my son could take before he would forget I was his mother. He had to have a breaking point, even if the object of his desire was his mother.
I heard the television go silent as he turned it off, then heard his footsteps in the hall. The footsteps got closer then I heard the sound fade as he walked on past my door and on down the hall toward his own room. It was then I realized I had been holding my breath. I exhaled and took a quick deep breath as I listened and heard the sound of his door closing. I relaxed knowing he was in his room. Taking another deep breath I relaxed realizing even though my son saw my arousal, I had narrowly avoided a situation that easily could have led to actual incest. It had taken all my willpower to extract myself from that situation. I almost hated myself for doing it, but there was no doubt in my mind it had been the right thing to do.
It had been a couple weeks since that first foot massage. I tried my best to ignore the tense sexually charged atmosphere around the house, but I could tell we both felt it and it could not be ignored forever. That night I went to bed early. I was sitting on my bed with my laptop open on my lap. I was on the ASSTR web site reading erotica filled with lots of steamy sex. I was reading stories about men who share their wives with other men and even share them with women.
I had finished a particularly good story by one of my favorite authors. I left the author feedback letting that person know how much I enjoyed the story. I began looking for another story to read and on a whim decided to search for some stories featuring incest. I knew I shouldn't, but told myself I would just browse and see if I could find anything interesting. My attention was naturally drawn to those featuring mother-son relationships.
As I was about to start reading one that looked interesting I realized I had forgotten to tell Kyle I would be going out of town to a Real Estate conference the next day. I was sure he was in his room, so I closed the cover on my laptop and put it beside me on the bed. I headed toward Kyle's room to let him know when he got home tomorrow I would not be here, but would instead be at the conference.
Standing at his door with my fist raised to rap my knuckles on his closed door I heard Kyle's voice. At first I thought I heard him talking to someone. Thinking he must be on the phone with one of his friends and not wanting to interrupt him I started to leave. I would just come back in a few minutes when he had finished and then tell him. As I was turning to leave I heard his voice again, but this time it was a little louder and easier to understand.
My mouth dropped open when I distinctly heard my son's voice saying, "Oh fuck Mom, your pussy is so wet. It feels so good. Fuck yea, take your son's big cock in your tight little pussy. Oh Fuck Mom, your pussy is so tight. It's so fucking hot and wet. Yea Mom I'm going to fill your hot pussy with my seed." Placing my ear against the door I could hear the distinct rapid slapping sounds of a man jerking his cock. I had heard that sound many times before. I had caught his father masturbating and knew immediately what my son was doing just a few feet away on the other side of that door.
I wanted desperately to open the door and peek inside. I had to smile thinking to myself that my son really was a man. At that moment I pictured in my mind my son with his fingers wrapped around his fully erect adult size man's cock. Then I heard a loud groan, followed by "OH FUCK Mom, take it, yea take all of your son's cum." This was followed by some moans and the sounds I associated with a man who had suddenly stopped masturbating as his cum began to shoot out the end of his cock. I knew without a doubt at that very moment my son's hard cock was still in his fist and his thick white semen was shooting out the end. My son had just experienced an orgasm. It wasn't just an orgasm, but one that was induced by thinking about his cock pumping his seed into his own mother's body.
It was as I stood there outside his door in the hallway I realized my left hand was pinching my nipple and my right hand was between my legs rubbing my panties with my clit directly beneath the satin material. When I realized what I was doing I immediately jerked both hands away and stood there in a daze. Coming to my senses I turned to head back to my room before he came out and caught me.
As silently and quickly as I could I hurried back to my room, closing the door behind me. What I had just heard had me very aroused. It had been a long time since I had felt so alive and so much like a woman in need of what only a man can give her. At that moment I desperately wanted a man's cock in me, filling me.
Going directly to my night stand I reached in and pulled out the next best thing, my favorite vibrator. I didn't even take the time to remove my panties, but instead pulled the crotch to the side exposing my bald lips then pressed the tip of my battery powered best friend against my clit. I saw my laptop laying there but didn't take the time to open it, my vibrating fake cock was all I needed at that moment.
When I masturbate it normally takes several minutes for me to reach orgasm, but this time it was less than a minute before I felt the flood of my orgasm wash over me like a tsunami. As my excitement faded I realized my bed was now soaked from the juices of my own orgasm. I knew immediately from the volume of moisture on the sheets that I had squirted when I came.
This wasn't the first time I squirted, but it had been years since the last time and then it had been with my husband stimulating me during a long session of love making. I have squirted only five or six times in my life and that's what amazed me the most. Never before had I experienced such an intense orgasm simply from masturbation.
I quickly changed the sheets and fell back into bed. I was asleep almost before my head hit the pillow, but I didn't sleep well at all. My dreams were filled with Kyle. In one particularly vivid dream Kyle's father was telling his son how hot I am in bed. He told Kyle since I'm such a great fuck and since he and I are divorced he thought Kyle should marry me. The next scene I remember was with us outside. We were in the most beautiful location I could imagine. We were on a beautiful lawn atop a cliff overlooking the ocean. Kyle and I were facing out toward the ocean. The judge who was officiating over the wedding ceremony was standing between us and the ocean, facing us. Glancing behind us I saw rows of white folding chairs arranged neatly and filled with our friends. It was a scene straight out of a romance movie. Kyle's best man was his father, my ex-husband. My maid of honor was my ex-husband's perky new secretary, the same woman with whom his affair led to our divorce.
Everyone was looking at me, which is normal in a wedding for all eyes to be on the bride, but something wasn't right. I looked down and saw in my hands the small bouquet of flowers I was holding. That's when I saw I was naked wearing only white stiletto heels and a veil on the top of my head. The veil was very small and only there for decoration. It didn't cover my face at all. Other than the heels and veil, I was completely naked.
The wedding party and all the guests were dressed as you would expect for a traditional wedding. My embarrassment was horrible, but I could not run away and cause a scene. These people were here for my wedding. I loved my son and wanted to marry him. Somehow I knew I had agreed to all that was happening. I heard the judge ask, "Kimberly, do you promise to honor and obey your husband?"
I said, "I do."
"Do you promise to always submit your body to him for his pleasure?"
"I do."
I don't remember anything else about my vows or even if Kyle repeated any vows, but I remember hearing the judge say to the guests, "We now come to that point in this marriage ceremony where Kyle and Kimberly will consummate their marriage in the presence of these witnesses. Kimberly will demonstrate her devotion to Kyle by consuming the gift provided for her by his body. The moment Kyle's essence enters and becomes part of Kimberly's body they will be lawfully united in marriage as man and wife. Kimberly will now kneel before Kyle and take his member into her mouth. As a demonstration of his devotion and love for Kimberly, Kyle will deposit the gift of his essence in Kimberly's mouth. Once she has shown her Maid of Honor, Kyle's best man and me that she has accepted Kyle's gift she will swallow it accepting it fully into her body and thereby confirming her submission and devotion to her husband. Upon completion of this exchange their marriage will become official."
I remember the judge and Kyle looking at me. I glanced down at the front of Kyle's pants and somehow his cock was already hard and was now extending through the fly of his tuxedo trousers. I remember Kyle's cock looked huge! Without anyone telling me to do so, I handed my bouquet to my maid of honor and lowered myself to my knees. I could see that everyone was watching me as I took Kyle's hard cock into my mouth and began sucking. Everyone watched as if this was perfectly natural and a part of every wedding ceremony. I had never heard of a wedding ceremony like this, but evidently I was the only one present who was unfamiliar with the events transpiring during this wedding ceremony.
I don't know if it had been a prearranged signal between us, but somehow I knew when Kyle placed both of his hands on the top of my head he was signaling me he was about to cum. As I continued to suck my son's hard flesh I could hear the judge telling the guests, "Remember friends and family, Kimberly must first show me and the witnesses she has accepted Kyle's gift. She must then swallow the entire gift her groom is about to give her in order for this marriage to be legal and official."
Just then Kyle pulled back leaving only his glans trapped between my lips. I tasted his cum as it forcefully jetted forcefully out the end of his cock and began filling my mouth. I my dream the volumne of semen Kyle's body was pumping into my mouth was many times more than a man normally ejaculates. I was beginning to panic as the semen kept flowing from his cock and spurt after spurt it was threatening to overflow my mouth. I knew if I spilled any of it the judge would not confirm our marriage as being legal. Just when I thought I could not take another drop, it stopped. The judge was smiling and looking at me as he said, "Kyle's gift is very precious. You must not waste a single drop of this gift."
I remember tilting my head back fully so I could open my mouth and not spill the contents. I was no longer concerned about my nudity, but was now focused on doing what was expected of me. First my Maid of Honor then Kyle's best man, my ex-husband, and finally the judge looked into my mouth. Somehow I could see my ex-husband slap Kyle on the back congratulating him. The judge smiled then nodded his head. I knew this was my signal to swallow Kyle's cum. As I began to swallow I woke up sitting straight up in bed, breathing hard, choking, and covered in perspiration.
It took a minute or so before I could clear my mind and get my breathing under control. I could not remember ever having a dream that seemed so real. It had been so real I could almost detect the taste of semen in my mouth. I quickly scanned my bedroom to reassure myself it was in fact only a dream and that nobody else was in the room with me. It took several minutes for me to completely come to grips with my panic and convince myself it had been just a dream. It was a relief to know nobody was looking at my nude body while I was getting married to my son in one of the most unusual weddings ever.
Dreams have always fascinated me. I often wonder what deep memories trigger them and if they hold any hidden meaning. As strange as this dream was, I wondered how my subconscious had ever come up with such a wild dream. I wondered if what I heard at Kyle's door might have triggered this. Did I have some strange desire to actually want to marry my own son?
Mental images from the dream made it difficult to calm completely down and drift back off to sleep. I needed to get some sleep since the following day was going to be a big day and I was supposed to drive one of the cars to the conference. I knew some of the agents from my office were planning on riding with me.
After a few minutes of deep breathing I was finally able to drift back off to sleep. Thankfully none of my dreams, the remainder of the night, involved weddings, me being nude, or any other sexual situations.
When the alarm went off I forced myself out of bed. All the while I was getting ready my thoughts switched between the vivid dream and what I'd heard Kyle saying as he was masturbating while thinking about me. The memory of the sounds I heard of my son's hand slapping against his body as he jerked his cock, echoed through my head.
For very brief moment I wondered if maybe the episode outside Kyle's room the night before had also been a dream. I almost think I was trying to convince myself it had been a dream, but I knew, unlike the dream, that was something that actually did happen. As much as I wanted it to be a dream, I knew it had been real. It was a concern I knew I would have to be dealt with, or at least come to grips with, eventually.
I had to accept my son had actually been fantasizing fucking me, his own mother, while he had been masturbating. The wedding had been a dream, or maybe it was a nightmare, but everything else actually happened. My son had ejaculated while fantasizing he was thrusting his cock into me. I could not help but think something I had done had led us to this point. Was it possible this all started with that foot massage? The foot massage had been innocent enough, or at least that's what I kept telling myself, even though I had to admit it was possible that massage is what started the cascade of recent events. There was no way to know for sure. I had no idea what Kyle was thinking and there was no way I was going to talk to him about any of it, at least not now while it was all still so fresh.
The group from the office was leaving mid-morning for the trip to the conference. I had to get ready for the trip and opted to slip on my panties and robe to fix breakfast. I would get dressed for the trip after breakfast. It wasn't uncommon for me to fix breakfast, dressed as I was, then after breakfast to get dressed for work.
I was standing at the stove frying eggs when Kyle emerged from his room. He always comes to the breakfast table wearing just a pair of boxers. Up until now I had never thought anything about it, but there was no denying this particular morning was different. Maybe it was because of my dream or maybe it was remembering what I heard outside the door of his room. Whatever the cause, this particular morning the fact he was only wearing a pair of boxers was troublesome to me.
Not only was he dressed in just a pair of boxers, he had picked the one pair of boxers that had not been properly sewn. The fly hadn't been properly stitched and this caused it to gap open. Of all the pairs he owned, why was this the pair he'd selected to wear on that particular morning?
Through the gaping fly, the thick base of his cock could easily be seen. Not only that, I must have been hypersensitive and could see the outline of his entire cock through the material. I couldn't recall ever noticing his cock like I was this particular morning. He was still flaccid, but there was enough meat hanging between his legs there was no way for it to not create a clear outline through the thin fabric. I told myself it wasn't a big deal, it was just something I'd never noticed before. The solution was easy, all I had to do was to not look.
The harder I concentrated on not looking the more I found my eyes drawn to what I was trying so hard to avoid. That gaping hole was like a magnet drawing my eyes to it. Regardless as to how determined I was to not look, my eyes kept being drawn back to that hole and to the outline visible through the fabric.
After losing the battle several times, it was out of frustration, I finally said, "Baby, can you please do mom a huge favor?"
"Sure Mom, anything."
"Can you please throw that pair of boxers in the trash and put on another pair? Those were not sewn correctly and they don't close properly."
As soon as I said it, the look on his face told me he was well aware of the improper stitching and what it caused. I innocently thought he wasn't aware of the defect. Then as if he had not been aware of the problem he stood up and sheepishly looked down to examine the front of his shorts to see, for himself, what I was talking about. He looked up at me and said, "Oh, I'm sorry Mom. I didn't realize they were like this. No problem, I will ditch these and get another pair. I promise you will never see these again."
Thinking he was being sincere, I gave him an awkward smile and said, "Thanks Honey, I appreciate that. If you need me to pick up a new pair to replace those, I will."
When he looked at me I thought I caught sight of the faintest glimmer of mischief in his eye. He loves teasing me and the look I saw is one I'm all to familiar with. I know him better than anyone and I know when he's up to something. He dismissed my offer with a wave of his hand saying, "No Mom, that's okay. I've got several pair and one less is no big deal."
It was then that he caught me totally by surprise. I watched seemingly paralyzed, as if what was happening was in slow motion and there was nothing I could do to prevent it. He was still standing when his eyes locked on mine and he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of the only garment he was wearing. Facing me the entire time, with nothing between us, he pulled his boxers down off his hips allowing them to drop to the floor and pool at his feet. His eyes were on me, but my eyes were on what he had just so proudly placed on display. His cock is large even when flaccid, and was now beginning to thicken and lengthen as I stood there unable to divert my eyes away.
I knew I should look away, but I was mesmerized by what I saw happening right there in my own kitchen. As I watched his manhood slowly growing longer and becoming thicker his erection continued to develop. Neither of us moved or said a word while I stood there speechless watching my son's cock slowly grow to very large proportions. He had his hands on his hips. He made no move to touch himself while the one part of him that defines him as a man continued to grow. It was like one of those time lapse films they take of a flower blooming then speed it up to watch the flower open in slow motion.
I have no idea how long I watched as a voice inside me kept screaming at me, telling me to look away, but I was paralyzed, and unable to move or speak. Kyle stood there watching me watch him. When his cock was fully erect, stiff and pointing directly at me, he bent his knees and picked his boxers up from the floor. When he stood back up his cock bobbed up and down but was still pointing at me. I was looking at the tip of his cock, at that large pink beautiful glans. I could see the hole in his glans and thought about the semen from the night before had shot out as he fantasized shooting in into me.
I realized Kyle was now watching me to see what my reaction would be. I eventually regained control and was able to divert my eyes from his cock and look up to his face for a brief moment. During that moment I once again saw that mischievous grin on his face I always find so adorable. He simply handed me the garment and said, "Mom, do you mind putting these in the trash for me? I'm sorry, I should've seen that problem and never worn them in here. I'll be more careful next time."
It was surreal as I extended my arm and took the garment from him. I stood there holding his boxers and watching my baby boy as his breeding organ had become very rigid and was now pointing at me as if beckoning to me. His final size was well above average in size to other men I had seen. His girth was the thickest I had ever seen. After finally regaining my composure I turned to deposit into the kitchen trash the discarded garment.
When I turned back toward my son my eyes returned to his thick hard flesh and those large balls hanging below it. After a few moments I was able to once again raise my line of sight from his breeding tools to look my son in the eye. He gave me a shy smile and said, "Don't worry about buying a new pair, Mom. I'll just go commando today."
I continued to stand there, unable to speak, as I watched him. He made no attempt to retrieve another pair to slip on. His cock was still very hard and was bobbing up and down with his heart beat. I found I was unable to take my eyes off it. I had not seen his penis for several years and it was obvious some serious growth had occurred during that time. He was looking directly at me when he said, "So Mom…"
Snapping back to what was happening, I cleared my throat and in a hoarse voice, said, "Baby, are you sure about where it looks like this might be headed?"
A huge smile spread across his face then he said, "Mom, I've never been more sure of anything, or wanted anything more, in my life."
I don't know if I was trying to convince him or myself when I said, "Honey, you know this isn't right. I'm your mother. Baby, this is incest."
"Mom, we're both adults. I know you like men and I have watched you and wanted you for such a long time."
"Yea but you're my son. Baby this is not right."
"I'm also a man. It feels pretty damn right to me." He paused then said, "Mom, let me ask you one question. If you can honestly answer it by saying 'NO', I will walk away, go to my room, and get dressed, but you have to be honest. Is that agreeable?"
I felt tongue tied and couldn't get the words out of my mouth. Without thinking about it, I just nodded my head letting him know I understood and agreed.
"Okay Mom, remember you have to answer honestly." He paused, looked down and took hold of his thick shaft with his hand, pointed it at me then asked, "Are you thinking about how this would feel inside you?"
I'd been looking at how it was still so large and hard. I'd never seen a man be able to keep his cock this hard without stimulating it now and then. My mind was buzzing and I was still not thinking clearly. I heard a voice and realized it was Kyle.
"Mom?"
"Uh, yea, Baby I don't know…"
"Mom, the question was a yes or no. It was an easy question. Just answer truthfully, yes or no." He released his cock causing it to bob up and down as if it was answering the question for me nodding that big pink head up and down.
I watched until his cock stopped bobbing up and down then looked into his eyes and said the one answer that would change both of our lives, "YES, Baby, Yes I want to feel you inside me." The moment I had been worried about for so long had finally come. I had actually said it. I had admitted to my son, confirming out loud, I wanted him to fuck me. I know I should've felt bad, but instead I felt relief. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted off me.
I saw that wonderful smile spread from ear to ear across his face. He grinned, looked down at his hard cock then back at me before saying, "Mom, I know you want to touch it and there is nothing I want more. Go ahead and feel how hard you make me. Feel it for yourself."
I almost did just that. I almost reached out and touched it. It was maybe the most tempting offer I had ever heard. It took all my determination and full measure of willpower to restrain myself. My first instinct was to run to my room and lock my door, but Kyle was blocking the only exit out of the kitchen. As hard as I tried not to do so, I could not keep myself from looking back at him. I watched as he touched himself and lifted the largest cock I'd ever laid my eyes on. In doing so he allowed me to get a good look at his scrotum. His two balls were clearly visible as they hung well below his cock. Cocks are great, but for some reason a man's balls and the scrotum holding them have always fascinated me. I love the feel of the soft almost silky texture of a man's scrotum. His scrotum and glans are unique and unlike any other parts of his body.
My son was watching me and he knew where my eyes were focused. I watched as he cupped his balls in his hand and said, "Mom, feel my balls. Have you ever seen balls this big? They are larger than any of the guys who were in my high school gym classes."
Even though I had just moments before admitting to my son I wanted to feel his manhood inside me, there was something still holding me back. I still had some willpower left, but I was reaching the point of exhaustion. He and I both knew how much I wanted to touch him. If it is true a man's cock controls his thoughts it is also true a woman's clit is capable of exacting that same control over her. Mine was telling me just touching those magnificent balls would not hurt anything. After all it's just flesh and I gave birth to him. Everything he has began developing inside my body. Even though I knew my logic was extremely flawed and I knew what I was about to do was wrong, I saw my hand, as if not even attached to me, slowly extend toward my son and touch the soft supple flesh of his scrotum.
The instant my fingers touched his flesh, he groaned and threw his head back saying, "Oh fuck Mom, that feels good, I've wanted you to do that for such a long time. Mom your hand feels better than I ever dreamed."
With my fingers lightly cupping and caressing the flesh holding his testicles, I looked up into his eyes. My clit had taken over control of my body as my knees began to bend. I soon found myself eye level looking directly into the hole where my son's seed exits his body. I marveled at how perfectly shaped his glans was, not to mention how large it was. The large mushroom shaped head at the end of his thick shaft would be the first part of my son's body that would penetrate into any of the three holes in the female body capable of receiving a man's organ. If this went where it appeared to be headed, this perfectly shaped beautiful flesh would penetrate his own mother's body very soon.
A small drop of clear fluid slowly began to form as his pre-cum was pushed from his body in preparation of what his primal instincts demanded of him. As I watched mesmerized, more and more of the fluid seeped from the end of his manhood causing the drop to grow larger and larger. As it threatened to spill over and drop to the floor I thought about how my son's body was creating this for me and because of me. His desire for me was causing his body to create this fluid. He didn't even have to think about this, it just happened. The primitive man buried deep inside him knew he wanted this female and his body was supplying him with what he needed in order to successfully plant his seed in her body. The need to taste this clear fluid was overpowering. With the last trace of my willpower officially gone, I couldn't resist any longer.
Looking up at my son he was silent, but I saw him watching me and knew he wanted me to taste it as much as I felt the need to do so. Without a word being said between us my eyes dropped back down to look at that drop of sweet nectar from his body. His precious pre-cum was waiting for me. All reluctance I once had to see my son as the virile and sexually attractive man he is were in the past. Despite this, I knew once I extended my tongue and tasted him, there would be no turning the clock back. I knew I was about to cross that very distinct line society had drawn and neither of our lives would ever be the same. With this in mind, just before that large drop, of what my son's body had prepared just for me, was about to fall, I extended my tongue. Leaning forward, ever so slowly and gently I licked it off his manhood drawing it back into my mouth savoring it as if it was the most delicious substance ever created. I closed my eyes savoring what was now on the tip of my tongue as I thought about what I had just done. I had absolutely no regrets. In my mouth was a drop of my son's essence. I had crossed the line and was now committed.
I reached for his manhood wrapping my hand around it. My hand had hold of a part of my son't body I had neither touched nor seen since he was a very small boy. My own son's hot hard manhood was now in my hand. My hand was so small in comparison. It was then I first thought about how large he is and wondered if he would fit inside me. My fingers would not even reach half way around the massive hard shaft. Raising my other hand I was holding my son's manhood with both hands. When he felt both of my hands holding him, gripping his hardness, a low animal like groan escaped from between his lips. The sound of his pleasure excited me, but I didn't look up at his face, the focus of my entire being was on this wonderful male organ I was holding. The fact what I was holding, was the flesh of my own son, didn't dissuade me but instead served to cause the arousal within me to become even stronger. Opening my mouth as wide as possible I took as much of him into my mouth as I was able.
Sealing my lips around the massive shaft I savored the taste of my son's flesh. I've always marveled at the texture and softness of the glans. I love tickling the sensitive little spot on the underside of a man's glans. It gives me such a thrill to see a man become so overly excited when a woman touches him. It's a power I truly enjoy being able to use to make my man thrilled he's with me.
I felt my son's hands on each side of my head. I liked that he was asserting himself and he was taking control of my head guiding my mouth in the way that made him feel the maximum pleasure. Keeping one hand on his cock I moved my other hand to cup those wonderfully large balls and began rolling them in the palm of my hand. His hips started slowly to begin moving back and forth. With his cock partially in my mouth and the taste of his flesh on my tongue I marveled at the fact the boy I'd given birth to was now more man than any other male whose breeding tool had ever before entered my body. He might be young, but he was all masculine male and he appeared to know how to put to use the tools that hung between his legs.
I was startled out of my trance when I felt Kyle's hands under my arms lifting me to my feet. I heard him say, "Mom, stand up. We really do need to take this to a bed so we can properly enjoy our first time together."
Once what he had said registered in my mind I looked into his eyes. My lips were dry. Before I could say anything I had to moisten my lips with my tongue. Then with emotions I didn't know were a part of me I said, "Baby, I love you. You're my man and I'll do whatever you want. Baby, I'm yours and I need you to use me. Show me what it's like for a woman to be taken and used by the man she has wanted for such a long time."
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly as a smile began to form. His smile was even more noticeable in his eyes. I felt my body being lifted off the floor and into his strong arms. I put my arms around his neck and looked into his eyes. It felt good as I laid my head on his shoulder surrendering myself to him. How could something that felt so good be wrong? At that moment I wasn't thinking of Kyle as my son, but rather as a virle man I wanted to overpower and take control of me. I needed to be used by him.
He lifted me into his muscular arms and I didn't care where he was taking me or what he had in mind he wanted to do with me when we got there. I knew whatever it was, I wanted it as much as he did. I realized two things as he carried me from the kitchen. The first was I was supposed to be at the office in 30 minutes, so we could all leave together and drive to the conference. The second was this was one conference I would not be attending.
None of the professional parts of my life mattered at that moment. The only thing that mattered was that I now belonged to this man and his pleasure was all that was important to me. I'd resisted this for such a long time and had finally given up fighting the urge. I was now willingly giving myself to this handsome man who was now carrying me to bed where I was sure he intended on using my body for his pleasure. I realized at that moment belonging to him was what I wanted more than anything else in the world.
My head was on his shouilder with my eyes closed as I was enjoying the touch of his arms on me and his skin against my own. It wasn't until he stopped and I opened my eyes that I saw we were in his room. Instantly I knew he had chosen to bring me to his room where he felt the most comfortable and in control. He carried me to the side of his bed as his eyes scanned over my body. After a minute or two he said, "Mom you're so fucking beautiful. If you only knew how many times I've awakened during the night with an erection dreaming of this moment. In all my fantasies and dreams I never imagined this day would actually come. Mom you're beautiful and I love you so much it hurts."
Saying the first thing that came to my mind, I responded by saying, "Baby I want you to enjoy this. I've wanted to feel you holding me like this in your strong arms. I too have had dreams. I've had so many dreams about how good it would feel when you enter me. Baby, I love you too and want you to use me and show me what it feels like to be a woman with such a wonderfully strong and masculine man."
He didn't say anything as he gently lowered me to the mattress of his bed. He immediately sat next to me placing his hand on my thigh squeezing it as our eyes were locked on each other. Briefly he glanced at the sash holding my robe closed. He was smiling as he took hold of it and loosened the knot. With the sash untied, but before opening my robe his eyes were locked on mine as his hand gently glided over my satin covered breasts. After what seemed like an eternity he slowly and carefully pealed open my robe to reveal my body to his eyes. I lay there on display for my son's eyes clad only in the red satin panties. It seemed appropriate the panties I was wearing were the same panties I'd worn that memorable evening when he gave me that first foot massage.
He smiled and said, "Mom you're so beautiful it hurts!"
His hand was back on my leg as he ever so gently stroked the inside of my thigh. I don't know how he knew, but the inside surface of my thighs, just below my pussy, are my most sensitive erogenous zones. His touch on my flesh sent chills directly to my clit. His hands were a tiny bit rough, just enough to let me know it was a man's hand that was stroking my sensitive thigh. Each time his hand got close to my pussy an uncontrollable shiver ran through me. Noticing the shiver he gave me a grin and asked, "Are you okay?"
"Yes Honey, and you know very well what you are doing is causing that. Don't tease me like that, I need this. I need to feel your touch. I need to feel a man's hands on me, I need to feel your hands."
He smiled as his hand once again moved up my thigh, but this time his fingers slipped beneath the satin fabric that had been covering my most sensitive flesh. Beneath that fabric, and between those bare lips, was the hole through which he had entered this world over 20 years earlier. With his fingers he lightly pinched my clit. I felt like I was going to have an orgasm right then as I watched his upper body as he slowly leaned in close toward my chest. I saw his face approach my breast then felt the warm wetness of his lips closing over my nipple. Closing my eyes I surrendered myself entirely to him. This was a moment I wanted to remember forever. With my eyes closed the sensations I was feeling through my nipples brought back memories of his little lips sucking milk my body made for him. It dawned on me my body had made the milk he needed as he began to grow into the man he is and now his body had already begun producing for me the semen, or man milk, I desperately craved.
Opening my eyes I saw him looking at me. I could hardly speak as I said, "Baby, I need…" but my voice lost momentum and trailed off.
"Yes Mom, I think I know, but please do tell me what you need."
"Baby, I need my man to take me. I need him to take me and make me his. I need to feel your hard flesh penetrate me. Please Baby, please make me yours. I want you to fill me with your seed. My body is yours to use."
Closing my eyes again and surrendering myself to him, I was delighted to feel him moving into position between my legs. I felt both his hands now between my legs. It didn't matter to me what he was doing, I had surrendered my body completely to him. I was his to do with as he pleased. That was when I felt the crotch of my panties being pulled away from between my legs. As I felt him pulling my panties, I heard the sound of fabric ripping. I then felt his weight on top of me. His weight felt good and I could feel his hard manhood resting at the entrance leading into my body. I looked up at this wonderful man poised above me and saw his face was filled with compassion and love. I knew at that moment nothing in the world mattered more to me than to feel the hard flesh of this man, my son, penetrate me.
"Mom this is it. Are you sure it's okay if I do this?"
"Baby if this is what you want, it's what I want. I want nothing more in this world as much as I want to feel you inside me."
I had barely finished answering him when I felt the pressure of his glans pressing against my lips begin to build as he pushed his breeding tool against me forcing my nether lips to part allowing him entry into me. The pressure was forcing my lips to part. He would soon be inside me. His breeding tool was very thick and I felt it stretching me wider and wider as he pushed himself between my lips. He was now entering my body through the same tunnel he had traveled down in the opposite direction.
I felt like the slight pain from the stretching I was experiencing as my son entered my body, in some philosophical way, completed the cycle. After all this was the second time he had been inside me. The last time we were this intimately connected my son was traveling down through the birth canal exiting my body and I was certainly feeling a lot of pain then. Now he was truly a man and this time instead of leaving he was entering my body and the pain of this entry in a strange way made me feel good. While his entry into me now, was painful, I had to admit it was a much more enjoyable pain this time.
He maintained the pressure as he kept pushing slowly burying more and more of his manhood inside me. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. Despite the discomfort of his entry, there was nothing in this world I wanted more than what he was doing. With my arms clinched tight around the back of his neck, I wasn't thinking of the man entering me as my son, but rather thinking how my body was being filled with the hard aroused meat of such a virile and masculine male. About the time I wasn't sure I could take any more I felt his balls resting against my ass and his pubes pressing against my bald pussy. I'd actually done it, I'd been able to take the full length of my son's hard shaft into my body. At that moment I didn't give a damn what society thought of the fact my son and I were once again joined as one flesh.
Breathing a little harder than normal I said, "Honey, you're really stretching me. Stay right there and don't move. I need a bit for my body to stretch and get adjusted to such a large man."
"You okay Mom?" he asked with genuine concern.
"Yes Baby. I've never felt better. It feels so good to be filled with my man." He didn't say anything, and as I had asked, didn't move. I felt him move his head and felt his lips on my neck. He gently kissed me where I love being kissed. My senses were running wild. Below my waist I was aching as my body was adjusting to the massive cock now filling me, while on my neck my son was giving me the most loving and tender kisses. No man I had ever been with had made me feel this good.
As I lay there enjoying his kissing the pain caused by his cock stretcing me was starting to subside. That's when it occurred to me it was now official, one of the two men in my life I could easily place my full trust in and whom I loved with all my heart had taken me and would soon be filling me with his seed. With my arms around his back and my legs wrapped around him I said, "Okay Honey I'm ready. I'm yours. Fuck me and fill me with your precious seed."
I felt him slowly pull himself from me and just before completely pulling out he slowly pushed against me slowly filing my pussy once again to capacity. After about five or six long slow strokes he slowly began to increase the speed and strength of his thrusting. I was all his and he was staking his claim on my body by using the same hole into my body his father had used to create him. I knew it would not be long before he marked me as his by filling me with his own seed.
A male depositing his semen in a woman always reminded me of the dominate male animal in the wild marking his territory. I liked to compare that with a man marking the woman he claims as his by injecting his seed into her body. I wanted nothing more in life than to belong to the man who was now inside me.
My earlier reservations and concerns regarding incest were distant memories from the past. While I knew society would not approve, I had come to accept what was now happening was exactly what I wanted and what was right for the two of us. I had been searching for this since that fateful day the man I thought loved me, walked out on my son and me. I resolved, at least to myself, that my thoughts regarding incest no longer mattered. We are both adults and there is no question of our love for each other. Now I wanted nothing more than to belong to this man and make him happy for as long as possible.
I had no illusions he would not find another female to make his own. A woman he would love and who would provide him with children. The fact is I wanted him to find another woman he could love who would make him happy the rest of his life. Once he finds that person, my bedroom door will remain open to him for as long as he finds me desirable and wants to use his mother's body for his manly needs. If the woman he takes as his wife will allow it, I'll be happy to share him with her.
It had been such a long time since I'd felt a real man filling me. It was as if he could read my mind and knew what I needed. He instinctively knew what makes me feel so good. Without me having to tell him, he knew exactly where to touch and what I needed to hear. Somehow he knew I'm very submissive and desire a man who's aggressive and protective of what is his. He understood my need to be dominated. Kyle was ramming his cock into me and it felt absolutely wonderful. "Baby fill me with your seed, fill mommy's cunt full. Mommy's body is yours to use whenever and however you want."
I didn't think it was possible, but the force of Kyle's thrusting actually increased after I said this. It felt like he was trying to drive my ass through the mattress and then through the floor. "Yes Baby, yes! Just like that. Fuck me, fuck mommy hard. Fill me Baby. Mommy's body belongs to you and is your's to use."
I felt him give me that telltale last hard thrust then hold his breeding tool deep inside me that's so common when a man needs to deposit his seed deep within the woman he's in. At that same moment he raised his chest off me and cried out, "OH FUCK! Mom I'm cumming!" I thought I could feel the streams of semen forcefully shooting from his cock and filling me, but it may have been just my desire to have my son's cum inside me. I tightened the grip my legs had around his ass pulling him as deep inside me as possible. I wanted, no needed his seed inside me. At the moment I felt his cock start filling me, my orgasm flooded over me causing me to cry out. The muscles deep inside my pussy were gripping and releasing my son's hard thick cock over and over. I could feel his thick tool being squeezed by muscles deep within my pussy. They tightened down and released repeatedly milking every drop of his precious seed from that beautiful thick shaft.
We lay there joined by his cock for the longest time. Our breathing slowly returned to normal. I kept my legs around him, not wanting to let him go and wanting to remember the feeling of this first time by keeping him there inside me as long as possible.
"Mom,that was fucking amazing! I've never been with a woman who made me cum so fucking hard."
"Thank you Baby, but you have no idea how much I've been thinking about you and dreaming about you doing just what you did. I needed that so badly."
"Seriously? You've been wanting me to…well you know?"
"Honey I've watched you for the longest time and wondered what it would be like to feel you inside me. I just kept telling myself it was wrong to look at you, not as my son, but as a man who could satisfy my sexual needs."
He had a serious tone in his voice as he asked, "Do you still feel like what we just did was wrong?"
I was shaking my head vigorously as I said, "NO, no, absolutely not!"
He seemed to relax and said, "Mom, you do know I can be both your son and your man, don't you?"
"Yea, now you tell me," I laughed.
We were both laughing then he became serious again. "Mom, please be honest. Seriously, do you have any regrets about this, you know, what we just did?"
"Sadly, I must confess I do have one. I regret it took us so long to discover what we were missing. Honey I do have one question, if you don't mind."
"Sure, what's that?"
Grinning I asked, "I detected something early on and have been wondering, does my sexy man have a serious foot fetish?"
He looked a little embarrassed as he answered saying, "Mom, how did you know?"
"Us women know more than you guys give us credit for knowing."
"Seriously, Mom, how did you know?"
"Maybe one day I'll explain. Until then you just keep draining those balls into your mother whenever you feel the urge. My pussy is always available for your use, and Honey I mean it. I'm yours and my pussy is available for you anytime you want to use it."
He looked at me and I saw that grin of his I know so well just before he asked, "Just your pussy?"
Laughing I said, "Oh shit, have I created a monster? Honey I've got three holes a cock will fit in and what I said is still true. All of those holes are yours and you can use any of them whenever you feel the need." I paused and was looking at him then continued, "So my son not only has a foot fetish, if I understand correctly he also likes fucking his women in the ass?"
"Sorry Mom, but you're the one who made me what I am. It would probably be a good idea if you kept a tube of lube close by your bed. That's unless you like it without lube."
I gave him a passionate kiss and said, "Baby, I said you are the man and I meant it when I said I'm yours to use however you want for your enjoyment. If it's ass you like, my tight little hole is available for your use, but with that monster between your legs, there is no way I can take it without plenty of lubrication. You have to remember I love sex, but I'm not a large woman."
"I don't understand. With a wife like you, what the fuck was Dad thinking?"
We had not talked much about the divorce and even less about my ex-husband's secretary. It seemed strange to be having this conversation with my son's cock still inside me, but I said, "I don't know Baby. I loved your father and thought we had a wonderful marriage that would last forever. The only thing I can think of is he saw how cute that new secretary of his was and hired her to scratch that itch he evidently had in his pants. She is very pretty, and I don't know for sure what really happened. I don't know if even he is aware of what he did, but he did break my heart. Maybe being around her all day with her coming in and out of the office was too much temptation for him to resist. Maybe it's sort of like seeing you all the time became too much temptation for me."
"Okay, that makes sense, I guess. He's still an asshole and I'm glad I got to live with you."
"Me too!"
He pulled himself out of me and rolled onto his back. I lay on my side running my fingers across his chest, teasing his nipples. He was silent for the longest time, I could tell he was thinking. I loved looking at his body and watching him as I tried to figure out what was going through his mind.
Once I had his nipples hard, I slid my hand down to touch his cock. When I felt the wetness coating him I got an idea.
Sliding down his body I took as much of him as I could into my mouth. I had never done this before, but it seemed like the thing to do. I tasted our combined fluids. I discovered I liked the taste and I liked the thought of what I was doing. I had never tasted myself before and found I didn't taste bad at all, especially when spread over his delicious cock.
I heard him ask, "Mom, what are you doing?"
Pulling him from my mouth I said, "Cleaning my man's cock. Do you mind?"
I heard him moan and then heard him say, "Mom, I think life around here is going to be a lot more fun from now on."
Again removing his cock I looked up at him smiling and said, "Me too Honey, me too, but now can you let a girl finish taking care of her man?"
I had another thought and said, "Remind me later to tell you about a wild dream I had last night. It was really intense and seemed so real. I think you will get a kick out of hearing about it. Telling you about it might even result in me getting another delicious load of cum."
He looked at me and said, "Sounds like a good story. Can't you tell me now?"
"Yea I could, but I'm busy at the moment. It was just a dream and can wait until later."
"Okay, Mom, I'll wait just as long as you don't stop what you're doing now."
I heard him let out a deep sigh as I tuned my attention back to him and began licking his balls. He told me to take my time that he was in no hurry. I knew my man would let me take as long as I wanted cleaning his precious breeding tools. As I was enjoying my task I began thinking and remembered where I had last seen a tube of lube. Just the thought of him pushing this huge hunk of meat in that little hole made my tightest and smallest hole tingle. I wondered if I could actually take him like that. One thing I knew for sure, if that was what he wanted I would do my best.
Even though it was only a few minutes past noon, we remained in bed. We were laying on our sides with my son spooning up tight against me from behind. I could feel the slick wetness of his semen seeping from my pussy. Normally after a man deposits his semen in me I excuse myself and go to the bathroom to clean up. This was the first time I could ever remember remaining in bed. Feeling my son's semen leaking onto my thighs felt good. I didn't want to be separated from my man, even for the few moments it would take to clean up. Not only that, but the thought of his semen leaking out of me seemed so decadent and it made me feel even more like I belonged to him.
My son fucking me must have exhausted me. I remember his arm over my side and his flaccid cock pressed against my ass. I remember his hand gently stroking then kneeding my breast. The next thing I remember was waking up. We were still in bed in the same position. His hand was resting on my breast. I could see the clock on his bedside table and realized I had been asleep three hours. I could hear him snoring and didn't want to wake him.
I must have moved and not realized it. I felt his hand twitch and could tell he was waking up. Glancing at the clock it had only been 20 minutes earlier that I woke up. I felt him grind his hips into my bottom as he was waking up. Then there was the unmistakable feeling of his cock as it began to stiffen. I felt him move and then felt his lips on my neck. I moaned at his touch and pushed my bottom back to wiggle it against and stimulate his hardening flesh.
Rolling onto my back I looked up at Kyle who was now propping himself up on his elbow. I smiled saying, "Hi Baby. Did you have a nice nap?"
"For sure! Mom that was amazing."
I grinned asking, "Your nap, or are you talking about something else?"
Ignoring my question he said, "I never knew it could feel go good. I've been with girls before, but none of them were anything like that."
"Baby, when it's with the right person there's nothing better."
"Tell me the truth Mom. Did you enjoy what we did? Did I do okay?"
"Honey, I think the answer to that is pretty obvious."
He had a smile on his face as I said that, but then it changed to a serious look and he asked, "Was this a one time thing, or…"
"The answer to that is entirely up to you. I told you earlier you can have me anytime you want, but the question is what do you want?"
"Mom, the only thing I know for sure is I want you. I have never been with a woman like you. After all, you did say I'm your man and your body is mine whenever I want it." He was grinning at me and I loved the look on his face.
"Baby, that's right and what you said makes me feel very good. You wanting me is the best thing I could ever hear and the fact my body excites you makes me feel really good."
He leaned down and kissed me. With our lips pressed together and his tongue in my mouth I reached over and took hold of his manhood. He let a moan escape coming from deep within him and into my mouth the moment I touched him. The kiss lasted a while longer then he pulled back slightly and looked into my eyes.
I gave him a grin and said, "I think my man likes a female hand on his cock."
"Oh fuck. How could you tell?" he asked with a look of passion washing over his face.
"Honey, we do need to talk, but why don't I get up and fix us something to eat."
"Shit! Mom, I really don't want you to stop what you're doing."
"I promise we will come back to bed after we eat and talk about what happened."
"Okay, I guess if we have to. I'm a little hungry. We never did eat breakfast and slept through lunch. Remember you made me take off my boxers and I didn't give me a chance to eat."
I laughed saying, "Yea right I forced you to strip naked right there in the kitchen in front of me then raped you."
"Yea that's exactly how I remember it too."
I laughed and gave his cock one last squeeze before sitting up and placing my feet on the floor. I reached for my robe, but as I did Kyle asked, "Do you really need to put something on? I like seeing you just like you are when is it just you and me here."
At that moment I liked the idea of being on display for him to enjoy, and if that is what he wanted, I saw no harm in doing this for him. What I didn't realize by agreeing to this I started what would be the beginning of a new dress code for me at home. From that moment forward Kyle wanted me exposed and my body on display for him whenever we were home alone. He did say he didn't mind if I wore a thong, but that was all he would agree to permit. I've always been a sucker for doing whatever my son wanted and this was no exception. Later that week I even went to a lingerie store and bought a couple thongs that were more for decoration than anything functional. They are virtually transparent. He likes me wearing either of them when I do decide I want to wear something. The fact is, even these very sexy thongs don't get much use.
I fixed sandwiches for our lunch, and we ate at the kitchen table. It felt a little strange sitting at the table naked. Kyle had come to the kitchen after me and had slipped on a pair of boxers before he left his bedroom. I jokingly teased him that it wasn't fair that I had to be naked and for him to be wearing something. He just gave me one of his adorable grins that have always melted my heart, but said nothing.
As we sat eating it occurred to me the feeling of being naked is much more intensified when everyone else is wearing clothing. When others are naked, your own lack of clothing is much less noticeable. I realized my nudity in the presence of my son gave me a delicious feeling of vulnerability at a level I had never before experienced.
"Do you enjoy seeing your mother naked while you're eating?" I asked.
"Absolutely. From now on, I want you to be naked whenever we are home alone."
"Are you serious? You actually want me to always be nude when I'm home?"
"Yea Mom. You said I'm the man and you are mine. My woman is beautiful and I enjoy looking at her. I want my woman naked."
He was obviously getting into this and I craved his dominance and control. What choice did I have? This was what I wanted. Accepting the situation, I told him, "If that's what my man wants that's how it will be, but can there be exceptions?"
"Sure Mom, we can make exceptions, but I have to approve of what you wear before you put it on, okay?"
"Sure Honey, I like that idea."
After finishing up I began to clear the table. Kyle remained in his seat watching me. Until that moment I never thought I was an exhibitionist, but I found it exciting having my body on display for him. I told him I had some special DVDs in the bottom drawer of the nightstand next to my bed. I told him if he wanted to he could pick one out for us to watch. I knew there were several different themes for him to pick from and was curious to see what he picked. The majority were about incest, but there were some that were not incest related.
I could see he sensed these were most likely not the average DVD movies. I got a kick out of the look in his eyes just before he got up from the chair and hurried off toward the bedroom. He was in there longer than I expected. He emerged from the bedroom smiling and carrying five movies. I saw the movies he had picked and knew all five very well. They all featured mother/son incest.
"Mom, you've been holding back on me. Apparently you've been thinking about this for a while."
"I told you I've been fighting my feelings for you. I've always fantasized about this, but I tried to fight acting out on my desire."
Holding up the movies he asked, "Which is your favorite?"
I pointed to the one I liked because the actors in it resembled Kyle and me the closest. After finishing up we headed to the living room. Kyle put the disc in the DVD player while I took a seat at the end of the couch. The bottle of baby oil was still on the end table were he had left it the night of that fateful foot massage. Before sitting down he picked up the bottle and opened it before turning toward me and giving me a grin. I watched as he lowered his boxers to the floor then stepped out of them. He stood there looking at me and I saw him lower his hands to his cock and cover it with the baby oil he had poured into his hands. He rubbed it into his cock and his scrotum. I liked the way it made his cock and balls shine. He then took a seat on the couch at the opposite end. I lifted my feet and placed them on his lap. He started the movie then drizzled oil on my feet. Setting the bottle to the side he began massaging my feet.
At first we both were watching the movie. It was also my favorite because it actually had a story line along with the hot mother/son sex scenes. I'd already seen the movie several times so I turned my attention to my oiled feet, my son's hands massaging them and his oil covered hard shaft. Kyle's cock looked to good and I began teasing him with my foot. It was obvious, evidenced by his hard cock, that he was enjoying what I was doing.
Placing my right foot on top of his hard cock I then turned my left foot to put the bottom of my foot against the underside of his hard shaft. His shaft was between my feet trapped in the instep of each foot. With the oil covering my feet I began to stroke his cock with my feet. It took a bit to get in the right position, but I eventually was able to masturbate his cock using only my feet. He had given up on watching the movie and I knew this was what both of us wanted. Taking my time working his cock slowly, I masturbated him for almost 30 minutes before I felt his hips lift slightly and heard him say, "Oh fuck! Mom, I'm going to cum."
"Yes Baby, cover mommy's feet with your cum."
His hand that had previously been relaxed and resting on my thigh tightened as he gripped it hard letting me know I had just then brought my son to another beautiful orgasm. I watched as the thick white cream left his cock and shot onto the floor before I could get my foot in place to catch it and let his cum cover my foot. It didn't matter I had not had an orgasm, seeing him have one with my feet massaging him was just as satisfying if not even more.
I had a hand towel at my end of the couch and used it to wipe away the cum from my feet. I then moved close and used my tongue to clean the cum that had landed on my son's body. After I was sure I had cleaned every drop, I snuggled in close and he put his arms around me. I felt like a contented kitten purring as it's owner strokes it. Today had been quite an eventful day, indeed. Kyle turned off the TV and held me for the longest time before lifting me and carrying me back to his bedroom. We lay there kissing and touching each other without a word being spoken. I wanted to give him a blow job before we went to sleep.
In a slow and loving way I teased him with my mouth and hands. I worked on his cock and balls for a long time, but was a little disappointed I wasn't able to make him cum. When he saw my disappointment he said, "Mom that felt fantastic, but a man can only cum so many times a day. My balls are completely empty."
"That's okay Baby. I intend to keep them that way for as long as you'll let me."
Holding me against his chest with his arms wrapped around me we drifted off to sleep. It had been a long time since I felt as safe and loved as I did that night. I had a wonderful night's sleep.
It has been almost eight months since that first night when my son filled my pussy with his cum. As mentioned earlier, at his request I'm almost always nude when it's just the two of us at home. When friends, his or mine, come over I quickly slip something on before opening the door. Kyle likes that underneath whatever I'm wearing I always do something for him. Sometimes it's simply that I don't wear anything underneath, or I wear something sheer and sexy.
One day he came bringing home a sack. When he opened it and showed it to me it looked like a stainless steel egg. He held it up to show me then said, "Spread your legs Mom."
Doing as he said I watched as he placed the object between my legs and inserted it in my pussy. Using his fingers he pushed it up deep inside me. As he pulled his fingers out I saw that familiar mischevious grin on his face. He then reached back inside the bag and pulled out a remote control. He was looking at me when he activated it. I yelped as the thing came to life inside me. He laughed and then using the remote turned up the intensity. The vibrations coming from the egg got a lot stronger. It didn't take long before I had my arms around him for support as I experienced my first orgasm with his toy deep inside me.
It has become one of my son's favorite toys. He likes inserting it and keeping it inside me as he varies the intensity of the stiumlation. He's an expert at keeping me right at the edge of an orgasm, but not allowing me to cum. His favorite time to use it is when we have company.
When he gets to playing with it I usually have to excuse myself to go to the bathroom to avoid having an orgasm in front of whoever is there. I have to leave since I never know if he is going to make me cum or just tease me. He never turns it off when I get up to leave. Each time this happens, and I leave he usually keeps it going and I have a mind blowing orgasm in my bathroom. He insists he's the only one who can insert it or remove it, so once he puts it in me, I'm not allowed to remove it and am at his mercy.
He gets great enjoyment keeping it inside me and turning it on when I least expect it. I told him he needs to be careful because he's going to wear it out. He grins and tells me if that happens, for me to not worry, he has a spare and will go get another one.
Over the past few months I've encouraged him to date girls. I told him I never expected him to stay with me forever. I explained I wanted him to find someone he could marry who would give me grandbabies. It took quite a bit of talking, but I eventually convinced him, telling him I would always be there for him for as long as he found me desirable.
Here recently he's been spending evenings away from the house much more frequently. I suspected he'd been dating, but hadn't asked. We sleep in the same bed and have sex at least once every day. On the weekends we are much more active. If he's out late I sometimes go on to bed and he will come climb into bed when he gets home. I find it difficult falling off to sleep without his cock pressed between my ass cheeks.
When he came home last night I could smell the sweet fragrance of a woman's perfume on him. I was already in bed when he got home. He climbed into bed, leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. He thought I was asleep as I heard him whisper, "I love you Mom." I could never get tired of hearing those words comming from him.
I felt his naked body as he snuggled up against me. His cock is always hard, but that evening it wasn't. Facing away from him and laying on my side I smiled to myself pretty sure some girl was carrying around inside her the load of cum I would have otherwise been given.
At breakfast Kyle was much more reserved than normal. I asked him if something was bothering him, and he said it was nothing. I took notice his boxers didn't have the ever present bulge of his hard cock so I asked, "Honey I know something must be bothering you. You're always hard at breakfast. Do you want me to put on something sexy for you?"
"No Mom, please don't. This is the best part of my day. I really do enjoy seeing you naked."
"Okay, but tell me what's bothering you."
"It's hard."
"No it isn't, I can see that for myself. That's why I'm concerned." I said this in a joking tone as I pointed at his crotch.
He gave a little forced laugh then said, "Not that Mom. What I meant is it's hard to talk about."
"You mean you're embarrassed to tell me your cock was in another woman last night?"
The startled look on his face let me know I was right on the mark. "Honey, don't you know I want you to date women and enjoy them. The last thing I want is for you to feel like you're stuck with me."
"Mom, I'm not STUCK with you. I love you."
"I know you do and I love you too, but I want you to also see girls your own age and find someone you can love and spend the rest of your life with. Believe it or not, it does make me very happy knowing you are seeing other women. You and I share the same bed and that's how I like it, but you will never see me jealous of any woman you date. The fact is I like knowing you are dating and would like to meet these girls."
"I know you have said that but I wasn't sure you really meant it."
"Honey it excites me thinking about you with another woman." I walked over to where he was seated and put my arms around his head kissing his hair. I then reached down taking his hand and placed it between my legs and said, "Go on and see for yourself."
His fingers felt good as he slipped them between my lips and entered me. "Mom, you're soaked!"
"I told you it excites me thinking about sharing my man's cock with another woman."
I didn't want to embarrass him, but trying to not make it obvious I looked down and saw his cock moving in his boxers as it began to come to life. Once I realized he had recovered I said, "Looks like maybe it's going to take both of us to keep your cock happy and those big manly balls of yours drained."
He grinned and said, "Do you have any idea how much I love you, and hot unbelievably hot you are?"
He stood up from the table and was looking at me in a way I knew meant I would soon have a load of my son's cum in me. He leaned over and kissed me. The kiss seemed to last forever. I felt his cock and it was now fully erect. When our lips parted he was looking at me when he said, "Mom remember when you said, whenever I need your body…"
I was nodding my head when I smiled at him. Moments later I found myself being lifted off the floor and into his muscular arms. I put my arms around his neck and my head on his shoulder as he carried me to the bedroom.
Kyle put me on the bed where I turned onto my side facing him and watched as he slipped his boxers off. I never get tired of looking at my son's manhood, especially when it's hard and I know it will soon be in me. I saw him open the drawer in the bedside table and reach in. This almost always meant one thing and when he withdraw his hand I knew once again I was going to make my man happy my him using my ass. I watched as he unscrewed the cap on the tube of lubricant and squeezed the tube depositing a large glob on his cock.
I was grinning as I lay there watching him use his fingers to spread the lubricant, covering his hard flesh with a thick coat of the clear paste. Our eyes met causing him to smile. Without him saying anything I grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed then rolled over onto my tummy. I doubled the pillow over then slipped it under my hips preparing myself for my son. My ass was elevated and being offered for his pleasure.
I reached back taking a cheek in each hand. I pulled them apart and didn't have to wait long before I felt the cold tip of the tube as he inserted it into me. I could feel the cool paste filling my colon then he pulled it out and smeared some between my cheeks. I continued to hole my cheeks for him as he placed the tube on the table and then he climbed onto the bed positioning himself with my legs together and his knees on either side of mine. I felt his hardness as he placed his manhood at my smallest and most intimate of entry holes. His hands on my hips gripped me. I released my grip on my ass cheeks when I felt the pressure of the end of his shaft forcing my sphincter to open allowing my son's cock inside me.
Kyle has always enjoyed fucking my ass, but he knows it's difficult for me to take his manhood into my body through that hole. It never gets easy, but it's much better now than it was the first few times he used my ass. I still cry out in pain each time when he first enters me, but then the pain eases after a minute or two. He has never said anything about it, but I get the feeling it arouses him to hear me when he first enters my ass. Once I become accustom to his girth I do enjoy the incredibly full feeling I experience with his hard flesh filling my ass. It seems to me he is a bit more agressive when he's working his cock in and out of my ass, and I do like that.
I never have an orgasm with his cock in my ass, but I would never ask him to stop enjoying me like that. I know how much he enjoys the tight feeling of my sphincter around his thick shaft. It always fills me with contentment feeling his cum being injected into me. He has told me how much it turns him on when I talk dirty to him and it took me a while to get comfortable talking dirty to him. Other than Kyle, no man I had ever been with before told me dirty talk turned them on, but I find I like it and it definitely gets Kyle excited.
"Mom how does that feel?"
"Baby, you're stretching me so wide with that huge cock."
"Yea Mom, take your son's cock. Do you want my cum in you?"
"Yes Baby, please fill mommy's ass with your cum. Spank my ass Baby. I want to feel your hand spank my ass."
I feel his hands grip my hips and feel him thrust deep into my ass holding himself deep in my ass. I can actually feel the pulsations in his cock as his cum is pumped through that wonderful shaft and into my ass. Afterward we lay together kissing and him holding me. He rubs his hands on my sore abused bottom. I like having my ass spanked and my son does not hold back when doing it. Whenever he spanks my ass he always comments on how much he likes looking at the red impressions of his hands on my submissive ass cheeks.
Kyle's hobby, other than fucking his mother, is photography. He enjoys taking photos and has told me several times his favorite subject is me. I've seen the red marks on my ass in many of his photos. A large portion of his photos are glamour photos with me dressed sexy. While I'm dressed very seductively he poses me so I'm not actually revealing anything. These photo sessions are about the only time I get to wear clothes around the house. Others photos show cum seeping out one of my holes right after he has filled it. I'm well aware of the fact he shares the photos with others on the Internet, but he has assured me he never allows photos, where my face is showing or where I could be identified, to make it onto the Internet. Kyle has shown me several close-ups he has posted on various sites where his cock is in my ass or pussy. I like seeing the light reflecting off our combined juices coating his cock as it is stretching one of my holes. It gives me a thrill knowing guys all over the world have their hard cocks in their hands masturbating while looking at photos of me. I get a kick knowing they are having fantasies of fucking me.
Speaking of men masturbating to my photos, I remember the first time I came home and found Kyle sitting at his computer with one of the photos he had taken of me displayed on his computer monitor. Since he wants me nude while at home, I have made it a practice that every evening when I come home I go straight to my bedroom and strip.
On this particular evening I had just finished undressing and was coming out of my room when I saw Kyle's door slightly ajar. I peeked in to check on him and saw he'd been editing photos, like he does to adjust the exposure and contrast as well as crop and fix tiny imperfections. The difference was this time he wasn't working on the photo, but instead had the photo full screen and his cock was in his hand stroking himself. The image on the screen was one of his favorites. I knew the photo well and knew I was nude, but what surprised me was he had the photo zoomed in so my face filled the monitor. I was looking into the camera with a seductive smile on my face. I could tell I startled him when he realized I had seen what he was doing. Trying to calm him I said, "Honey, please don't stop. Please, can I watch?"
"Mom? Yea, I guess."
"Baby, seriously, it's okay. Please keep doing what you were just doing. If you don't mind I would really like to watch you jerk off and see you cum." I had a thought and added, "If you would prefer you can look at the real thing instead of the photos, I just want to watch as you make yourself cum."
It took him a few moments, but he eventually relaxed and turned his chair away from the comptuer to face me.
"Yea, Mom. That sounds like a lot better idea, but I do like looking at your face. You are so fucking beautiful."
I grinned at his comment as I knelt on the floor watching with fascination while he pleasured himself.
"Baby, would you like it if I touched myself?"
In a breathy voice he answered, "Yea Mom, you are so fuckin hot," while continuing to stroke his cock.
I put my fingers between my spread legs and began touching my clit while watching him. Watching him play with his cock had me extremely wet.
"Fuck yea, just like that. Mom, your pussy makes me so damn hard it makes my cock hurt."
"I know Baby and I like you looking at me. Tell me when you're getting close?" He didn't say anything, but nodded his head. Even without him admitting it, I could see the telltale signs he was about to cum. I moved a little closer and began pinching, pulling and twisting my own nipples.
With my eyes darting between his eyes and his hand stroking himself I said, "Honey do you like seeing mommy touch her little clit? Mommy likes it when your big hard cock rubs her clit and makes her pussy tingle. You have such large balls. They are the biggest balls Mommy has ever seen."
"Oh fuck Mom, I love when you talk like that. It's so fucking hot."
"Yes Baby let Mommy see you make your big cock shoot cum. Mommy wants to taste your delicious cum. Give Mommy your cum."
I saw him begin thrusting his hips and stroking himself harder and faster. I knew it would only be a few seconds so I quit talking and quickly dove between his legs placing my lips firmly around his glans just in time to receive his first shot of cum. Cradling his balls in my hands I held his balls as he continued stroking his cock and filling my mouth. He let go of his cock and I felt his hands on my head, holding me in place. I took all his cum in my mouth and held it there not swallowing.
Once he had finished I ran my finger along the tube on the underside of his shaft milking every drop of his cum from his cock. Satisfied I had it all I pulled back and looked up at him opening my mouth to let him see his cum pooled on my tongue.
"Fuck Mom, that's just like in your dream."
I had told him my dream where he and I got married. He thought the part where I had to suck his cock then show everyone the cum in my mouth was the hottest part. We had talked about that dream several times and each time we both ended up exhausted and me with a load of fresh cum in me.
After I had shown him the cum in my mouth for real, I then closed my mouth and swallowed three times to clear my mouth. I love the taste of cum, especially when it I get to drink it directly from the source and that source being my own son's cock.
The following Saturday Kyle was gone somewhere and the next day was his birthday. I had decided while he was gone to bake him a birthday cake. It was a great day and I was in a fantastic mood. I was dancing around naked in the kitchen enjoying the music with the radio turned up playing some of my favorite songs. Business at the office was good. I was leading the other Agents in my office in both new listings and sales. My boss was thrilled and had asked what had caused the change in my attitude over the past year. I knew the answer, but told her I had simply found I was enjoying life a lot more. Maybe she sensed I didn't want to discuss it or maybe thought my outlook on life had just improved on it's own. Whatever it was she didn't pursue the issue.
I was just taking the cake out of the oven when I looked up and saw Kyle standing there looking at me with that grin of his I adore so much. There I was standing in the kitchen naked like he always enjoyed holding the cake I had just baked, fresh out of the oven. I never get tired of the way he looks at me and could not help but smile.
Movement behind him startled me and immediately got my attention. What had attraced my attention was a very pretty blonde standing behind him peeking around the corner. I have no idea how I kept the hot cake pan I had balanced in my hands from falling to the floor, but somehow I managed. I quickly put it down and made a feeble attempt to cover my nudity. I know I must have turned several shades of red.
I said something unintelligible as I hurried past her and Kyle toward the bedroom Kyle and I now shared. After slamming the door behind me I just stood there absolutely embarrassed beyond anything I had ever experienced. I wasn't sure what to do. Glancing up I saw myself in the full length mirror on my closet door. What had just happened? Who was that girl with Kyle? I enjoyed being nude for Kyle, but always before when someone came to the house I had been able to slip something on before they saw me.
Hearing the door open I was in a panic. I heard Kyle's voice, "Mom? Mom are you okay?"
It took me a moment to respond but finally I said, "Yes Honey, just give me a minute. I wasn't expecting you to bring someone home. Why didn't you warn me?"
"Mom, it's okay. I brought Sara home to meet you. It's okay, I told her you would be nude and she's totally cool with that."
"Kyle, come in here and close the door. We need to talk."
He came on into the room and closed the door. Without even thinking about what I was doing, one of my arms was across my breasts with my other hand covering my pussy. To his credit Kyle didn't say anything about my sudden display of modesty. It took a few moments, but eventually I realized what I was doing and how ridiculous it was and dropped my arms.
"Honey, why didn't you call and tell me you were coming home with someone? I could've put something on."
"Mom, I tried, but you didn't answer the phone. I told Sara you would most likely be nude and she really is cool with that."
"What else did you tell her? Does she know… Does she know we…"
"Mom relax, I didn't tell her about us. All she knows is you like being naked at home, that's all. She thinks you're a nudist, nothing else."
"That's all? Honey that's quite a bit. She probably thinks I'm some pervert, not a nudist."
"No she doesn't. Just come out and meet her. I know you will like her. Please come meet her and you'll see for yourself she's super cool."
"Okay, but I'm going to get dressed first."
"Mom, remember our agreement? I will agree to let you put on a robe, but you can't put anything on under it."
"But Honey, this is different."
"No, that was the deal. As the man of the house, those are the rules. Either just a robe or she gets a much better look and sees how beautiful your body is nude."
"Fine, but if she hates me or never wants to see you again, it will be your fault."
"Okay, but you will see she's not like that. She's not at all like most girls."
Looking in my closet I found my longest robe which wasn't all that long. Kyle remained in the room as I dressed. I opened my dresser drawer to get a pair of panties. When Kyle saw what I was doing he shook his head and said, "Mom, just a robe. That's all."
Slipping on the blue and white satin robe I tied the sash holding it closed. Looking in the mirror I saw it came to mid-thigh. Taking a deep breath I looked at Kyle and said, "Are you sure about this?"
"Yes Mom, you look fantastic."
He gave me a kiss, making me feel a little better, but I was too nervous to really enjoy it. Just before he opened the door I looked at him and grinned then said, "She really is a pretty one, isn't she?"
He smiled and said, "Yea, but not a pretty as you."
He is a charmer, knowing just what to say. He opened the door and motioned for me to exit. I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. He followed me out the door then led me to the living room. I saw the girl was now seated on the couch. She stood up when we entered and said, "I'm so sorry we scared you. I told Kyle he needed to warn you before he brought me in."
"That's okay. You know how men are, they never think before they act."
She laughed and then looked at Kyle asking, "Kyle, are you going to introduce us?"
"Oh, yea I'm sorry. Mom this is Sara, Sara this is my mother the exhibitionist."
Sara laughed and I gave Kyle a playful slap on his arm. I said, "I'm so sorry about the way I was dressed, or rather… Well I hope you understand."
"I certainly do understand. You have to believe me, it didn't bother me at all. You have a beautiful body. You might say I'm used to nudity. My mother enjoyed being naked around our house. I assure you, I understand. I also love your robe. It's very pretty."
"Thank you," was all I could think of to say. I was still processing the fact her mother enjoyed being naked. I realized she had spoke of her mother in past tense. I silently wondered what had happened to her mother and why she had preferred nudity? These were questions I wanted to ask, but decided could wait until later.
We all took seats with Sara and Kyle sitting next to each other on the couch and me in the chair facing them. Crossing my legs, to keep Sara from seeing I wasn't wearing panties, we began to talk. In a roundabout way Kyle let me know this was the girl he had been dating and she was the one he had been with the previous weekend. I was suspected this was the case, even before he confirmed it. I have a nose for perfume and thought the fragrance she was wearing now was the same I had detected that night on Kyle.
I found Sara to be a very sweet girl and, once my embarrassment from our initial meeting faded, I was pleased to find my first impression of her was very favorable. The fact I liked my son's taste in women should not have surprised me.
Sara ended up helping me in the kitchen as I decorated Kyle's cake. I sent Kyle off to the store for some ingredients I actually didn't need, but it was all I could think of to get him out of the house and give me time to talk to Sara.
I learned her mother had died a few months earlier. Sara said her mother was my age. I learned Sara was an only child and that she and her father were very close. For an instant I wondered if they were as close as Kyle and I were, but dismissed the thought almost as fast as it entered my perverted brain. I had to tell myself that most people do not engage in incestuous behavior with their children.
I certainly am not into girls, but there was something about her I felt myself drawn to. I had to admit if I wanted to explore that side I was pretty sure Sara and I could have a lot of fun. She was very pretty, only a couple inches taller than me and had beautiful long auburn hair that almost reached her waist. She was so pretty and I was having difficulty getting my mind out of the gutter. I was thinking about my son having his cock in this cute little thing. Without thinking I said, "I bet the men like to grab hold of your hair."
She looked at me with an expression I could not quite make out and said, "That's for sure, but I only let Kyle do that." She then gave me a cute grin that was absolutely adorable. I wondered to myself if she had been trying to tell me something or if it was just me imagining things again.
Reaching her hand toward me she asked, "Do you mind if I touch your robe? It looks so soft."
This was a strange request and made me a little nervous, but I said, "Sure, I guess I don't mind."
She slipped her fingers under the fabric above the sash at the swell of my breasts. With her thumb on the outside and fingers under the fabric she rubbed the fabric then said, "Yes, that feels as soft as it looks." At the time I had no idea if it was intentional or accidental, but before pulling her hand back her fingertips brushed against the bare flesh of my nipple sending a shiver through my body. It almost felt as if her fingers had closed slightly around my hard nipple as she pulled her hand out.
She gave me a grin and I was sure I saw her glance at the breast she had touched and very discretely ran her tongue across her upper lip. I looked down at myself to see my nipple was hard and pressing against the fabric creating a mark clearly visible.
At this point I was becoming a little uncomfortable and was thankful to see Kyle arrive back from his errand, and saving me from the possible situation I was concerned might be about to occur. Thinking about it later I was pretty sure if Sara had leaned in toward me I would have parted my lips and let her kiss me.
Sara and I finished frosting his cake without further incident. I told Sara she needed to come back the following day to help us celebrate Kyle's birthday. She said she would, but said she would only come back if I would dress as I usually do when it's just Kyle and me.
I didn't know what to say. Before I could think of a response Kyle said, "Mom will not mind, in fact she is much more comfortable nude. It will be cool having you here with us for my birthday." He looked at me then back at Sara and said, "Hey Babe, are you still going to give me what you promised me for my birthday?"
Now it was Sara's turn to blush from embarrassment. She glanced at me and then looking at Kyle she said, "I think I can come up with something you will like."
Kyle grinned and said, "I'll be looking forward to that." Turning to me he said, "Mom, is it cool with you if we go to my room and talk?"
I knew exactly what kind of 'talk' he had in mind and said, "Sure Honey, just be sure to close your door. I'll knock on the door when dinner is ready."
Without saying anything to her he took Sara's hand in his and just before taking her to his room said, "Thanks Mom, see you later."
With Kyle still holding onto her hand, Sara looked at me and I motioned for her to come to me. I hugged her and whispered into her ear, "It's okay Sweetie, I don't mind. I know what my horny son has in mind. You two go have fun."
I let go of her and Kyle gave her arm a tug, almost dragging her down the hall to his room. I saw her look back shrug her shoulders then give me a cute grin. I winked at her and watched as he pulled her into his room then heard the door close.
They had been in his room for just over an hour and I could not help myself from checking on them. I quietly walked down the hall and listened at the door. I could easily hear the bed springs and hear Sara's voice saying, "Oh fuck Kyle. Go slow your cock is so big." I heard what had sounded like thumping on the bed slow somewhat. Heading back to the kitchen I was so proud of my son. I hoped my boy had found a girl who would make him happy. A girl he could possibly live his life with. If not, he could still have fun with her until he found someone else.
While continuing to fix dinner I wondered about Kyle's birthday. How would I handle being nude with Sara in the house? I decided I wasn't going to stress myself out worrying about it now. I would handle it somehow and had until tomorrow to figure all that out.
With dinner finally ready I knocked on Kyle's bedroom door and said, "Hey you two, dinner is ready."
Kyle answered, "Be there in a couple minutes, Mom."
By the time they were out and at the table, I had the table set and was waiting for them to join me. I had poured each of us a glass of wine. I didn't mention to Kyle and Sara this was my second glass. I was still wearing my robe. I glanced at Sara as she took the seat between Kyle and me. I almost laughed out loud when I looked at her and saw a small white glob of what appeared to be cum on her cheek.
I motioned for her to lean toward me and took a napkin and wiped her cheek as discretely as possible. I could see her blush a little when she saw what had been on her. Not able to keep quiet I said, "Looks like the two of you had a really fun talk."
Kyle smiled and said, "Mom, you have no idea what a great conversationalist Sara can be."
Again Sara blushed. Patting her hand I said, "He certainly does have a way of embarrassing both of us."
She just smiled and nodded her head. We all enjoyed the meal and Sara kept complimenting me on how delicious everything was. I thanked her and found I was liking her more and more. She wasn't only a very pretty young girl, she was also polite and intelligent. I suspected from our time earlier there was a chance she might have some some bi-sexual tendencies, but of that I wasn't sure.
I learned she was two years younger than Kyle and could tell from the way she acted and talked about Kyle that she was smitten with him. As I watched her I wondered if she might not very well be the one who stole my son's heart and took my man away from me. I was holding onto the hope if she did she would still be willing to share him with me. Only the passage of time would reveal what lay ahead for all of us.
Kyle was exhausted by the time he had returned from taking Sara home. Climbing into bed he pressed himself against me and I felt the familiar and welcome arm over my side with his hand closing firmly around my breast. I always enjoyed feeling his hand on me fondling my breast as I drifted off to sleep. We didn't have sex every night, but almost every night I fell asleep with my breast being squeezed and my nipple being rolled between his thumb and forefinger. I loved teasing him by wiggling my ass against his cock just enough to make him feel good.
The following morning we woke up early. Kyle wanted to sleep in late on his birthday. I told him I would call him when breakfast was ready. He opened his eyes and looked at me saying, "Remember Mom, naked all day. No clothes, even when Sara comes over."
Since he brought it up, I decided now was the time to plead my case. "Honey, can't we just get by this one day with me dressed? It would be a lot less embarrassing for me. I'm sure Sara would be more comfortable if I wore something. I can still wear something sexy for you, but I think…"
"No Mom! You agreed and Sara is counting on it. When I took her home last night she told me she was excited about today."
Seeing his mind was already made up and I wasn't going to win this argument I headed toward the kitchen. As I was fixing breakfast I realized being naked in front of my son was one thing, but naked in front of another woman, who was also dressed, was going to be quite another experience. It might not have been so bad if it was just a regular woman, but I had a feeling Sara wasn't only interested in my son, but that she was also interested in women. Knowing she might be looking at me with sexual thoughts in her head, added a new level to my embarrassment.
It wasn't exactly true that I had agreed to be naked all day, it was true I had not objected when Sara proposed the idea. If it meant that much to my son, then I figured I might as well do it. After all Sara had not seemed to mind when she and I had talked about it. I got the feeling she not only didn't mind, but was actually looking forward to it and on top of that it was Kyle's birthday.
Kyle came to the table wearing jeans and a t-shirt. "Mom I can't figure out why you get so embarrassed about being naked. You have a smoking hot body, and should be proud to show it off."
"Baby I like when you look at me, but when others are around…"
Kyle interrupted me saying, "Mom, you are hot and everyone except you agrees." He gave me a grin then said, "Maybe Sara's father would like to come over and help me celebrate my birthday."
My son loved embarrassing me and I knew better than to challenge him, knowing he would do it just to prove he could. I was desperate as I pled with him saying, "Kyle, you wouldn't dare bring him. It will be bad enough with Sara. Please, you can't bring her father. Please Honey, please don't invite him."
"Let me think about it, but I can tell you that the idea does appeal to me. Not only that, he's a really cool guy."
All morning I kept trying to reason with my son. When he left to go pick up Sara I didn't know for sure who he would return with, but I did know regardless of who was with him I would be dressed, or rather undressed, as he wanted. I was desperately hopeful it would be just Sara. For some reason the thought of her father coming was horribly embarrassing, but at the same time I also found the thought of a man I had never met seeing me like that also very arousing.
It excited me not knowing what was going to happen. Even though it was arousing as a fantasy, in reality I was confident I didn't want her father coming. Even though I didn't want my son bringing Sara's father to the party, I knew I would be dripping secretions of my arousal down the inside of my thighs. If Kyle did bring him I was hopeful my nudity would not offend him. If it did I figured he would leave.
Hearing the car drive up I looked out the window. I saw Kyle get out of the driver's side and open Sara's door. He took hold of her hand and they walked toward the house. Relief flooded over me when I saw Kyle had not brought along Sara's father.
Kyle opened the door and Sara came directly toward me with her arms wide open. She gave me a big hug. It felt strange having the arms of this 18 year old girl wrapped around my naked body. I decided my son's birthday was a day I should enjoy and if his girlfriend was comfortable enough to ask me to be naked, then I might as well accept it and enjoy the day. It seemed like Sara's hands touched me a little more than was necessary, but I blew it off as my hypersensitivity to the current situation.
Kyle was a perfect gentleman, at least as far as I was concerned. When it is just the two of us at home, he is constantly grabbing my ass or touching me between my legs. With Sara present, I was happy to see he confined his groping to just her body. We had cake and ice cream then it was time for Kyle to open his presents. I bought my son two sets of gifts. A few packages he could open now and then I had some special gifts I would give him that he could open later, when we were alone.
It made me feel good to see that Sara was beginning to get more comfortable around me. I sensed I could ask her a few more questions so decided to ask about her mother. She said her mother had died from an extremely rare autoimmune disease. Expressing my sorrow over her loss I then said, "Honey if I say or do anything that makes you nervous or that you don't want to talk about, please tell me and I will shut up or change the topic. The last thing I want to do is make you feel uncomfortable."
"Thank you for your concern, but I'm not afraid or bashful about talking about anything you have questions about."
"I appreciate that, but trust me you will not offend me if you don't want to talk about something." I went on saying, "Honey, I remember you telling me your mother was naked around the house, like I am here. I'm curious if you know why she preferred to not wear clothing or how all that got started?"
"When I asked Mom about that, she told me it wasn't her idea, but instead it was my father's idea. When you meet him you will see he and Kyle are a lot alike. She said my father told her he enjoyed seeing her naked. I hope you don't mind, but Kyle told me that's sort of the same reason you don't wear clothes. He told me it was his idea."
I didn't realize my son had told her I went around the house nude because it was what he wanted. Trying not to show my surprise I asked, "Was your house like it is here, or was your father also nude?"
"This is sort of embarrassing, but the truth is Daddy was always dressed. Mom was the only one nude, at least that's how it was until I turned 18. On my birthday Daddy told me since I was now an adult and since the adult women in our house didn't wear clothes, he thought I should dress like Mom. At first I was embarrassed, but Mom told me she would like it if she wasn't the only one naked in the house. I thought I was doing it for her and it even seemed to bring us closer. There for a while we were both naked around the house. She died a few months after my birthday. After she died I realized I preferred being naked. I knew Daddy had enjoyed looking at our bodies. After Mom passed away I asked him if I could continue like I had been. He told me he would like that very much. Nothing more what said and I just kept spending my time at home nude."
Shocked was an understatement. Maybe what I had wondered about Sara and her father really was true. Maybe there was an incest relationship between them. I wasn't sure how to proceed or even if I should. Sara solved the issue for me by saying, "Daddy liked looking at both of us, but in case you are wondering, he never touched me. He just enjoyed looking at me. I never thought about it, but after Mom was gone, I realized I never saw him do anything sexual with Mom, other than maybe slap her bare bottom now and then when she walked by and make her squeel."
Not knowing whether or not to ask, I decided we had come this far I might as well. "Honey, I know you said he never did, but did you ever want him to touch you?"
She looked down at the floor and I could see she was thinking about how she should answer. Looking back up and into my eyes she said, "Yes, I did but he doesn't want me." I could see the sadness on her face and a tear beginning to form in the corner of her eye.
My heart went out to her and without thinking about it, naked or not, I pulled her into my arms to comfort her. The side of her face came to rest against my bare breast. I held her and tried to sooth her as I said, "Sweet baby girl, I have never met your father, but I can tell you I'm sure you have it all wrong. You're a beautiful girl and even though I haven't met him, I can't believe there was any way that he didn't want you. Honey I'm sure it was because you're his daughter. Trust me when I tell you I know exactly what he must be feeling."
She pulled away and looked at me. "How could you know what Daddy is feeling unless…" She stopped in mid sentence then I saw it on her face as I realized she had put the pieces together in her mind. "Oh shit, are you trying to tell me you thought… I mean that you and Kyle… I'm sorry, what I was trying to say is…"
Taking her chin in my hand and looking into her eyes I held my index finger to my lips and said, "Shhhhh. Baby girl, Kyle is a very special man and I know you are well aware of that. I don't want you to worry about any of this. You just concentrate on the two of you and what makes the two of you happy. The relationship Kyle and I have is not important. I would never let it come between the two of you. I want what is best for my son and the girl he loves."
Still looking at me she said, "I'm still not sure exactly what is going on between you and Kyle, but thank you for being so understanding. I know Kyle loves you and it's clear you love him. I'm just happy I found the two of you and you have invited me into your lives."
I was relieved it didn't look like she wanted to press the issue any further, at least not at that time. She has the sweetest and most beautiful smile. She surprised me when she leaned in close pressing her lips tight against mine. Instinctively I opened my mouth and her tongue was in my mouth before I realized what had happened.
Never before had a woman kissed me like this and it sort of surprised me when I found myself returning her kiss and actually enjoying it. About then Kyle walked into the room and just stood there watching us kiss. When Sara saw Kyle standing there she pulled her lips from mine. She looked at him as if expecting him to be mad. Instead he grinned and said, "Babe, that was hot." He rubbed the front of his jeans. I was talking to Sara when I said, "Honey I think maybe Kyle needs to 'talk' to you again. Why don't the two of you go to his room while I clean up."
Sara took me by surprise by asking, "Okay, but will you come join us?"
Shaking my head I said, "No honey, I think the two of you should enjoy the day. I thought maybe you might have a special birthday gift for him you would want to give him privately."
She grinned at me then looked at Kyle and said, "As a matter of fact…"
I saw her grab the bulge in the front of his jeans. I could see her give it a squeeze then she started walking ahead of him toward his bedroom while swinging her sexy ass. Kyle grinned at me then followed his girl to his room. The fact she did this in front of me made me feel good knowing she felt comfortable enough to do that in front of me. It was several hours before they emerged from the bedroom. Kyle was, as usual, wearing just his boxers. Sara saw me and gave me a wink.
Kyle said, "Mom, I need to take Sara home." Turning to Sara he said, "Wait here and talk to Mom. I need to get dressed then I'll take you home." She took a seat next to me on the couch as Kyle turned and headed back to his room.
I asked, "Did you two have fun?"
She smiled and said, "Kyle had lots of fun."
"But, you didn't?" I asked.
"No, it's not that, it's just… Well do you mind hearing about your son? It's personal and I'm not sure whether or not you want to hear it."
"No Honey, you can talk to me about anything, and Kyle is one of my favorite topics."
"Good, thank you. It's not that I didn't enjoy it, but it really hurts. Kyle is the first boy I have had sex with and it hurts a lot. Does it always hurt when a man is inside you?"
"No Sweetie, sex feels really good. Honey, believe me when I say it's not you, it's him. Kyle is huge and his manhood would hurt any woman. I promise it'll get better, but you probably will never be able to have him inside you pain free. Just tell him to go slow when he enters you, and tell him to not move around once he's deep inside you. Tell him to give you a few moments so your body can stretch and adjust. Trust me, he won't mind, all men want the woman they are with to tell them they are the largest she has ever seen. This is true even when they know it's a lie. The fact is they still like hearing it. Trust me, he'll like it when you tell him he's huge. Make him give you time to stretch and get used to his size. Once you are stretched a little he can start thrusting in and out of you and it won't hurt as bad."
She looked at me with a questioning look on her face. "If you don't mind me asking, how do you know how big he is, or how much it hurts?"
She had me trapped but I didn't want to come right out and tell her my son fucks me at least once a day. "Sweetie, I have seen him get an erection and seen how big it is in his pants. I've had big men inside me and I know how that feels."
Nodding her head she appeared to have accepted my answer. I was glad she hadn't pressed the issue any further. Thankfully she changed the subject by saying, "I'm embarrassed to ask you this, but…"
"Honey, I said you can ask me anything. What is it?"
"You are so pretty and I noticed you don't have any hair, you know, down there. Do you shave it off or how do you make it look so pretty?"
"You mean this?" I asked pointing to my mons.
"Yes. I have shaved mine, and it looks okay, but after a day or two then…"
"Honey that's razor stubble. You can try waxing, that's what I do, or they have creams you can use that will take the hair off below the surface." Taking her hand in mine I said, "I don't want to scare you, but feel for yourself and see for yourself what it's like?" I placed her hand on my mons and felt her fingers stroke my skin. The look of surprise on her face was priceless.
"You're so soft. It feels much better than when I shave."
"If you want I can take you to the place I get it done and you can see for yourself. I will warn you, waxing is not painless."
"Okay, let me think about it."
She still had her hand between my legs when Kyle walked in and saw her. He stood there a few moments watching, but didn't say anything at first. After a few moments he told Sara he was ready to take her home.
Sara thanked me for a wonderful day and gave me a hug just before Kyle escorted her out to his car. I sat and thought about all that had happened. I could not help but believe this girl would sooner or later be my daughter-in-law. I knew it was way to early to even be thinking about that, but whether you wanted to call it intuition or something else, something was telling me this was the girl for my son.
I liked Sara and hoped, if Kyle found he loved her, they would eventually end up married. I'm certainly not negative about marriage, despite the disaster mine ended up being. After all, had it not been for my ex-husband donating the sperm I would not have my son. Thinking of Kyle always brings a smile to my face. I was in bed and asleep when Kyle arrived back home. I was vaguely aware of him getting into bed and feeling him move up against me. I felt his hard manhood come to rest between my cheeks and his hand take hold of my breast. I remember hearing him whisper "I love you Mom", but otherwise I don't remember much.
My life had changed so much and I could not have been happier. It had been six months since I met my son's girlfriend, Sara, and things between them seemed to be getting very serious. I warned Kyle to not get in a hurry and rush into a relationship as serious as marriage. He assured me he would not do anything unless he was sure. My deal with my son to be naked when we were home alone had expanded to include Sara whenever she came over. A couple of times after she and Kyle had been in his bedroom she surprised me when she came out into the living room naked. Kyle was never naked outside his or our bedrooms unless he and I were messing around. One of the things he liked for me to do and that I also enjoyed was masturbating him with my feet. I had discovered several months earlier he had a serious foot fetish. After learning that I always made sure to get a regular manicure and pedicure.
Before the divorce, my husband, Kyle and I would get together with friends on Labor Day for a pool party to mark the official end of summer. We have a nice pool and everyone enjoys a cookout in our back yard along with getting wet in the pool. After the divorce, Kyle and I continued to celebrate Labor Day. Now and then we might invite someone over, but found we enjoyed it even when it was just the two of us.
This year would be no different except we decided to limit those attending to the two of us along with Sara and her father, Bill. I had talked to Bill on the phone a few times, but we had not yet met in person. I figured this was the perfect opportunity to have him over and get to know Sara's father.
I first asked Kyle what he thought of the idea, he said he thought it was a great idea. I asked him if he wanted to be the one to invite her father or if he wanted me to call. As I should have expected he said, "You can call him Mom. He's a nice guy and I know you will like him."
Agreeing to make the call I got busy thinking of what I would need and what to say to this man I had, up until now, only talked to on the phone. Sara had shared with me a lot about her father. She had shown me photos of the two of them together. In the photos he was almost always dressed in a suit. He was dressed casually in very few. The fact he was a very handsome man didn't get past me unnoticed. I was looking forward to getting to know him better. As serious as it appeared Kyle and Sara were becomming, I figured it was only a matter of time before her father and I would be working together to help plan our children's wedding.
After summoning the nerve I dialed the number Sara had given me for her father's office. A professional sounding female voice answered the phone, "Mr. Stephens office, how can I be of assistance?" I thought to myself that would get tiresome having to answer the phone all day like that.
I said, "This is Kimberly Wilson. Is Mr. Stephens busy?"
"Good Afternoon Ms. Wilson. Just a moment and I will put you through to Mr. Stephens."
I heard the phone ring twice then a sexy deep baritone voice answer saying, "This is Bill Stephens."
"Mr. Stephens, this is Kimberly, Kyle's mother."
I could hear his voice transition from professional to conversational. "Oh yes, Kimberly. Those kids of ours are seeing quite a bit of each other. That son of yours is such a nice young man. How may I be of assistance?"
"We have a tradition of celebrating Labor Day around our pool. I'm calling to see if it might be possible for you to join us this year. It will be fairly private with just the four of us."
"Just a minute let me check my schedule to make sure I'll be in town." I heard keys clicking in the background as he typed on his keyboard. Then he came back on the line saying, "Yes I will be home on Labor Day. I'd love to join you and finally meet you in person. I've heard so much about you from Sara and look forward to meeting you in person. If you would please make a list of things I can bring and give it to Sara."
"You don't need to bring anything other than your swim suit. It's nothing fancy, but it will give us time to talk and get to know one another. I feel I know Sara like she was my daughter and I know you and Kyle have become very well acquainted. I'm looking forward to us becoming better acquainted."
"I'm looking forward to that as well Ms Wilson."
"Please, call me Kimberly, or Kim."
"Okay, Kimberly, just tell Sara when you want me to be there."
"I will, and what do you like to drink?" He told me his beer preference, but said he would bring it claiming it was the least he could do. I said, "I'm looking forward to meeting you."
I heard him say, "As am I to see you," just before the line disconnected. The way he had said that made me wonder if I heard something in his voice or was I just dreaming? Either way I had two weeks to plan and wanted to make sure this party was a huge success.
As I was putting away my phone, I heard the door open and turned to see Sara and Kyle. As usual Sara gave me a big hug and kiss on the cheek. I said, "Good news, I just got off the phone with your father and he said he will be able to come to our Labor Day party."
Sara smiled and said, "That's wonderful. He works too much and I worry about him. It will be nice for him to get away from the office, kick back, and relax."
Kyle was listening and seemed to be somewhat impatient. He said, "That's nice Mom, but Sara and I need to talk in my room."
Looking at Sara I smiled then leaned close to her putting my lips to her ear and whispered, "Do his 'talks' still hurt as much as they did?"
Looking at me she grinned and said, "They still hurt a little, but not near as bad as they did at first. At least not when he listens to me and gives me some time do like you said." It was so cute the way she asked, "Are all men so impatient?"
Laughing I said, "I'm happy for you and yes, I believe they're all like that. Now run along and make your man happy. Most men believe that's the sole purpose of women."
Sara grinned and said, "At least that's what this man thinks," just before Kyle took her wrist, pulled her toward him then led her to his room. I listened to her playfully protesting as he led her to his bedroom then heard the door close.
I had checked everything three times to make sure I had not forgotten anything. Kyle said, "Mom, relax it'll be perfect. He may have some bucks, but he's down to earth and a really nice guy. You will like him, I promise."
"Did you tell him what time to be here?"
"No, but Sara did. She told him what you told her to tell him. As I recall you said anytime after one o'clock."
"Yes, I forgot I told her. Honey I just don't want to screw this up. I haven't been this nervous in such a long time."
"Do you need me to ease some of that tension for you?"
"Baby you know I would love that, but we don't have time for that now."
"Mom, you're the one who told me there is always time for pussy, or in your case, cock."
I had to smile. I remember telling him that. "Yes, I did say that, but this is one of those rare times when there really isn't time. Besides that, my ass is still sore from taking care of you last night."
"Sorry about that Mom, but you know how much I love the feeling of your sexy ass gripping my cock."
"Yes Baby I know and I'm only joking with you. I hope if you have used Sara's ass you are very careful with her. She's a lot less experienced than your mother when it comes to taking a man in her tight little butt."
"Yes Mom, I know. In answer to your unspoken question, No, I haven't used Sara's ass, at least not yet."
I gave my son's cock a squeeze and confirmed what I had suspected. He was hard, just like he is most of the time. "Feels to me like you want to do just that."
"Mom, you know how much I love fucking your ass. I've tried, but I can't figure out why she will not let me in her ass."
"Honey, she's not had much experience and believe me your cock is so thick it's not easy to take, even for me. You have to understand it's very painful to have something as large as your cock stuffed into that tiny little hole. Just be gentle with her and give her time, I'm sure she'll come around. Let me talk to her about it. Just don't push her or she will hate it. You certainly don't want that."
"Okay Mom. Thanks."
"You better go get that girl of yours."
He hurried out the door as I got busy putting everything in place. I wanted to make a good impression on Sara's father. Glancing at the clock I saw it was almost one o'clock and at that moment I realized I was still naked. I had become so comfortable being naked all the time I sometimes forgot. Since Sara's father was coming I hurried to the bedroom to put something on. I wanted something Kyle would approve of, but also give me a little protection. I ended up slipping on my favorite navy blue bikini. It's really small and doesn't cover much, but still it kept the private parts private. The part of it that made me the most uncomfortable was the bottom. It was more like a G-String than a bikini bottom. A patch of fabric barely covered my mons and labia, then a string ran up between my cheeks putting my entire ass on display. It exposed much more than I would normally wear, but Kyle had gone with me when I bought it and it was the only one he would approve of. Sara had seen the suit and had told me she thought it was cute and sexy. She asked if Kyle liked it to which I said, "What do you think." She didn't answer me, but instead began laughing and told me she should have known.
I brushed my hair and did one last inspection in the mirror. After checking myself out I decided to wear a pair of my heels that were just over four inches, but these didn't have the a stiletto heel. They looked a little more casual than most of my heels, while still shaping my legs and ass very nicely. I was a little concerned there was a lot of skin on display, but at least it was better than being nude.
I was in the back yard by the pool when I heard voices inside the house. I saw Sara first and was surprised to see she had stripped before coming out back. Kyle was following her and behind him was the man, until now, I had only seen in photos. He was well over six feet tall. He had a rugged complexion and a nice tan. I recognized him from the photos Sara had shown me, but he was much more handsome in person. His thick salt and pepper hair made him look very distinguished. He was dressed in swim trunks, a Hawaiian print shirt and deck shoes. It was obvious he kept himself in shape. I waved and motioned them on over to where I had a selection of drinks ready.
As usual Sara gave me a hug. Quietly so the men would not hear she asked, "Why are you wearing the bikini and not naked?"
"Honey, I didn't want to make a bad impression with your father."
"Kim, you don't understand. He's been looking forward to the party and he was counting on seeing you like you're normally dressed. I told him you dress like Mom did and he's been talking about how excited he's been to meet you. I think he meant 'see' instead of 'meet.' You know how men are."
Now I knew the anticipation I thought I heard in his voice that day I called hadn't been my imagination. "I'm sorry Honey. Let me see if I can gracefully correct the problem."
"Really, don't worry about it, it's okay. I understand, I just wanted to make Daddy happy and I knew if he saw a beautiful naked woman it would make his day."
I looked at her body then said, "Well, he does have a beautiful naked woman to enjoy looking at."
She grinned and said, "He gets to see me every day. I'm nothing special."
"Honey never say that. I disagree. You're VERY special and very beautiful."
Bill was approaching and Sara introduced us. I blushed when he kissed the back of my hand then said, "Sara has told me so much about you. She told me how beautiful you are and I'm very happy to see she wasn't exaggerating. Your bikini is very nice; however, I was hopeful you would just be yourself like you are every other day. You didn't need to dress up special for me."
It was very clear what he wanted. I said, "I wasn't sure how us girls should dress, but I promise to correct that situation shortly."
A huge smile appeared on his face just before he said, "I'm going to hold you to that and will be looking forward to seeing more of you."
Giving him my sexiest smile I said, "There really isn't a lot more to see that this suit doesn't already show."
Still smiling he said, "I have to admit, that's a very nice bikini."
He was charming, and I found I liked his bold manner. I like a man who says what he's thinking and makes me feel like a woman a man finds desirable. I served the drinks and asked Bill if he would act as our bartender for the day. He said he would love to help out any way he could. I excused myself to go into the house to get a tray of meats and cheeses.
Once inside the house I stood there thinking and realized I had promised both Kyle and Sara. I also saw Sara's body in the sun and she looked so cute and sexy. I slipped off my bikini but decided to keep my heels on. Retrieving the tray from the refrigerator I headed back outside. Kyle saw me first and gave me a grin. He held both of his thumbs up letting me know he approved. Bill saw Kyle's reaction and glanced toward the house seeing me walking toward him with the tray. He smiled, began clapping his hands and said, "That's so much better. Kimberly you are a beautiful woman and it's a crime for you to hide any of that gorgeous body. WOW, you are something else!"
Not wanting to embarrass him or draw attention to it, I tried to not look at the bulge in his swim trunks. It wasn't as large as my son's, but it was obvious he was still packing quite a bit of meat in those trunks. I also liked that he made no attempt to hide what was growing in his trunks.
After all the drinks had been poured Bill and I sat on two of the lounge chairs next to the pool. We watched Kyle and Sara playing in the water. Bill made no attempt to hide his erection, but at the same time he wasn't pulling it out and waving it around. I was hopeful that before the night was over I might get the opportunity to at least get a glimpse of what he had hidden in his trunks.
Bill removed his shirt and to say I was impressed is an understatement. His body was chiseled and very well defined. His chest had a sparse covering of hair and his abs were also very nice. I silently wondered if his ass was as firm and well defined as his chest and abs. I love seeing a man with a firm well toned ass. I saw him stealing glimpses of my body, but he was neither vulgar nor rude about it. The fact was if he hadn't been looking I would have been very disappointed.
I saw Sara had swam up to the side of the pool and Kyle was directly behind her pressing his body against hers. She acted as if she was ignoring him and asked her father, "Daddy, isn't she just as pretty as I told you?"
Bill didn't even look at Sara, but stared directly at me saying, "Yes Honey, but I think she is even prettier than what you described."
Sara said, "Kim, can you please control this son of yours? He has only one thing on his mind."
I saw she had been pushing him back, but he was persistent and kept coming back. I said, "Honey I've found it is easier to let men just have what they want because eventually they are going to get it anyway." As I said that I realized how it sounded and if Bill's erect cock was an indicator, it appeared he might have ideas of his own that involved his hard meat sliding into me. I did find him very attractive, but I wasn't really looking for a man. I already had a man who had been taking care of me very nicely, and that man was currently in the pool trying to get his cock in his girlfriend.
As I thought about the possibilities I knew if Bill did make a move on me I would not resist. It would probably be fun to have a man older than my son in my bed. I guessed Bill's age to be very close to my own, or maybe a little older.
My daydream was interrupted when I heard Sara cry out and even from my position I could tell Kyle now had her impaled on his cock. I noticed while I had been talking to Bill, Kyle's trunks had been thrown up on the concrete next to the pool. It appeared Bill was the only one in our foursome who wasn't naked.
I was pretty sure Kyle wasn't in Sara's ass, but he definitely had her pussy filled. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open with sounds of ecstasy escaping every so often. I was finding it hard to believe he was doing this right in front of her father. I was afraid to look at Bill for fear of seeing one very pissed off father.
Instead I heard, "That son of yours is one horny young man. He certainly does enjoy fucking my baby girl."
Turning to him I said, "I'm so sorry, I don't know what has come over him."
Placing his hand high on my thigh and giving it a squeeze he said "Kimberly, relax I'm not mad. They do this all the time when they're at my house. I only wish I had your son's stamina, and that cock of his is enormous. Sara is such a petite little thing, I have no idea how she is able to take all of that huge tool of his."
In disbelief at what I heard and wanting confirmation, I asked, "So, you're not mad my son is fucking your daughter?"
"Absolutely not. Sex between consenting adults should be enjoyed. Besides that, it appears to me the two of them are getting very serious and if they do get married, I want them to have a relationship where they know each other and enjoy everything they have in common. As you know a big part of marriage is sex and in too many marriages the man or the woman has a strong sex drive and their partner has a very weak desire for sex. That fact alone rips many relationships apart. Take you for example. You enjoy being a nudist in your home. If I'm right you are somewhat of an exhibitionist and enjoy being on display. You would not do very well married to a man who found that disgusting or even one who didn't approve."
He wasn't at all offended by Kyle. I thought about what he had said and realized it did make a lot of sense. "I never thought of it like that, but I can see what you mean."
"Precisely, now mind you there are dangers to being too open. Disease is one, but I feel pretty confident Kyle is fairly exclusive to Sara. I have a feeling there may be one other woman in his life, but I'm not sure on that point. If I'm correct I don't think she's a threat to their relationship." He looked at me and I wondered how much he really knew or maybe I was just being paranoid. "My wife made sure Sara knew the facts of life and she made sure Sara was on birth control. My wife was a wonderful mother and incredible wife. I still miss her so much."
He moved his hand from my leg and I could see he was lost in his own thoughts for the moment. I glanced at the kids and saw that Sara was still being pounded, but Kyle had turned her around and they were facing each other. Sara's arms were wrapped around Kyle's neck and I could see her body bobbing up and down as she rode up and down on Kyle's thick cock he was thrusting into her. I could not see, but was pretty sure her legs were probably wrapped around his waist.
The conversation between Bill and I had died and I felt it was now my turn to comfort Bill. I sat up and put my feet over the side of the lounge to face him. I said, "Sara told me about her mother and it was such a sad story. I'm so sorry for your loss, but you still have a beautiful daughter who loves you very much." I stood up from my lounge chair and motioned with my hand to the side of his lounge then asked, "Do you mind?"
I saw his face light up as he said, "Not at all. Please. I would like that."
I took a seat on the side of his lounge then placed my hand on his leg right below the hem of his swim trunks. I looked him in the eye waiting to see his reaction. I had come this far and decided if there was going to be a next move it was his to make.
Looking at him, the lust and desire in his eyes was apparent. I knew he wanted me and watched as his eyes dropped from my eyes to my breasts. He then looked back up at me smiling and said, "Those are beautiful. Do you mind if I touch?"
Smiling I said, "Not at all. Please feel free to touch me anywhere you would like."
"With my hands?"
"Bill you can use your hands, tongue or any other part of your body you would like to use. It's all okay with me."
The next thing I heard was his masculine voice. In a voice loud enough for the kids to hear he said, "Honey, you and Kyle enjoy yourselves, Kimberly and I are going in the house. She is going to show me around and we want to get better acquainted."
I glanced at Sara and saw her knowing smile. While I was still looking at her I felt Bill's hand grip my wrist and start to lead me toward the house. We had walked through the sliding glass door and just before he closed it, I heard Sara yell, "Have fun Daddy, she's hot."
We both heard her and we got a kick out of our kids knowing what were were doing. Moments later Bill pulled me into his arms and gave me a wonderful passionate kiss. I didn't want it to end, but when he pulled away, he lifted me off the floor and into his arms. He was looking into my eyes when he said, "She said I should have fun."
I just gave him a grin then he said, "You're so tiny." As he held me and we looked into each other's eyes he asked, "Georgeous, which way to your bedroom?"
I gave him a kiss on his cheek then pointed to the hall saying, "First door on the right." I put my arms around his neck and pulled myself tight against him as he carried me down the hall.
Once inside the bedroom he lowered me onto the bed. I then sat up and swung my legs over the side to face him. As I sat there on the edge of my bed my feet didn't touch the floor. His swim trunks were at eye level. Looking up at him I ran my hands over the fabric, feeling his hard manhood inside his trunks. I squeezed his flesh through the trunks eliciting a moan.
Moving my hands to the waistband I began slowly untying his trunks then pulled them down to reveal a heavily veined and very handsome cock. I wasn't at all disappointed. It was a very handsome tool and I wanted it inside me. I was literally licking my lips in anticipation of taking him into my mouth. Measured against other men, Bill was quite a bit larger than average in length and girth. Kyle was still larger, but Bill had nothing to be ashamed of.
I liked that I was able to take Bill's hard flesh into my mouth. Kyle was too large for me to be able to get him all in my mouth. Bill was long enough he caused me to gag, but unlike with Kyle, at least I could take Bill's full girth into my mouth further than just past the glans. With his hands on my head he attempted to fuck my face. I kept gagging each time he hit my gag reflex, but he was loving it. I had his balls cradled in my hands. He was mumbling things I could not always understand. I picked up some of what he was saying and I was enjoying myself. I was his to use, but I wanted him to stop before he shot his cum in my mouth. I wanted his cum in my pussy.
As if reading my thoughts he pulled out and said, "You're so damn sexy. If I don't pull out now I'm going to miss the best part. I have to fuck that sexy bald pussy and if I don't stop you now I'm going to cum in your mouth."
I lay back on the bed spreading my legs wide offering him full access into me. With his cock pressed against my pussy he supported the weight of his body over me with his arms. I was looking up at him when he said, "I hope you want this as much as I do."
I smiled saying, "Absolutely! Baby I like being fucked hard. I promise I will not break."
Throwing his head back he asked, "Does Kyle always fuck you hard?"
I froze and looked up at him. I could see, as I had suspected, he either knew my secret or was making a very good guess. Deciding to be honest with him I said, "Yes always. Nobody has ever fucked me harder than he does."
At that moment Bill escape an anamilistic groan and I felt him push his cock between my wet lips fully penetrating me. I cried out as I felt his balls come to rest against my ass. He was as deep inside me as he could get. He remained there for just a couple seconds with his head thrown back and eyes closed. He then opened his eyes and was looking down at me smiling.
"Fuck it has been a long time since I have felt something this good." His thrusting then began in earnest. It felt damn good to be taken by this man. It felt good for a change to have a man inside me who filled me but didn't painfully stretch me.
"Oh fuck, that pussy feels good. It's been so long since my cock has been in a real woman. I almost forgot how good it could feel." He kept thrusting himself deep into my pussy. I could tell he was trying his best to forcefully fuck me like I told him I wanted and he was doing a damn good job. I had already had one orgasm when he yelled, "Oh Fuck I'm going to cum!"
I said, "Fill my pussy Baby, give me your seed, fill me full." He thrust deep into me holding himself there as his cock began pumping his seed into my body. I was so close to my second orgasm that when I realized he was filling me with his sperm my inner muscles, triggered by my own orgasm, began squeezing his shaft milking every last drop from his cock. There is nothing better than having a man's cock deep inside me when I cum. The feeling of the muscles deep inside me squeezing and milking his hard cock felt incredible.
Bill kept his cock inside me as he lowered himself putting his full weight on me. His lips found mine and our tongues explored each others mouth. When our lips parted and his face was less than an inch above my face I said, "That felt amazing. It felt good having a man use my body like that." Once his cock had become flaccid he pulled it out and rolled onto his back to lay next to me. I moved over to lay my head on his chest. I could hear the beating of his heart. His hands were stroking my hair and I was looking down toward his feet. I could see his cock glistening as the light from the window reflected off the coating of our combined juices. I lowered my head toward his feet sucking his flaccid organ into my mouth and began cleaning it.
He loved what I was doing and told me his wife used to do that, but he had never been with any other woman who would do that for him, even if he asked. I told him his wife was obviously like me and enjoyed pleasing her man. He said, "Yes she did. I never thought it would be possible for me to find another woman who was…"
He stopped in mid sentence. I had a good idea what he had been thinking about saying, but knew that was a private place that belonged only to him. I knew is was a place I had no right to enter. That was his personal space and if it was up to me it would remain personal to him.
Once I had finished the enjoyable task of cleaning him he asked, "Do you mind if I ask some very personal questions regarding you and Kyle? If you don't want to answer, believe me, I understand and will not get mad."
I was a little apprehensive, but felt he already had a pretty good idea as to the situation, so I said, "Okay, I guess."
"I promise, anything you tell me will never go any further than this room, but if you don't mind telling me, how did you and Kyle… Well how did it start?"
I explained how I had lusted after him and then about the foot massage and finally his boxers with the defective fly. He got a good laugh out of the story of the boxers. I asked him, "Have you and Sara…"
He was shaking his head as he said, "No never, but you have no idea how hard it has been. I've wanted to so many times, and have even tried to get the nerve to say something, but I just can't."
"I really do understand. You might be interested in knowing she and I have had some very intimate discussions and she believes you don't find her body desirable."
"What? No, no, no, nothing could be further from the truth."
"That's what I tried to tell her was most likely the case. I tried to explain how it is with parents, but for what it's worth, I just thought you should know."
"Thanks Kim. I appreciate you sharing that bit of information with me." He paused a moment then said, "This day has been wonderful. If you're interested, I would like to see where this, you know you and me, could lead. If you aren't interested I will accept this was a one time thing and hope we can still be good friends."
"Bill you're a very handsome and sexy man. You have a great personality and as far as I'm concerned I would like nothing better than to see if we could take this further and see if something could possibly develop between the two of us. As for friends, that would be nice, but I would prefer that we be lovers."
I loved the way Bill's face lit up with the most beautiful smile. He wrapped those large muscular arms around me and pulled me to him in a tight embrace. His mouth was on mine and he gave me a kiss so passionate it took my breath away. I lay there fondling his cock in total contentment as we talked about everything. He told me all about himself as I listened and heard a moan or sigh now and then when I touched a particularly sensitive spot.
"Baby you could play with my cock and balls all day and all night. I'd never stop you. That feels so damn good. One of these days you're going to have to let me give you one of those foot massages like Kyle gives you."
"No problem, I'll be happy to let you massage my feet, but only if you promise to cover my feet with thick cum like he does."
"Honey, you've got yourself a deal."
I have no idea how long we had been laying there when I heard a soft knock on the door. I said, "Come on in." That's when I saw the door being pushed open and saw Sara standing there looking at us. Her face lit up in a huge smile when she saw us both still naked in bed, and me with her father's cock in my hand.
"Daddy are you enjoying yourself with Kim?"
"Honey this woman is amazing."
"Do you two want to play any games or just keep doing what you're doing now?"
Bill looked at me and said, "I'm happy doing what we're doing now, but we can go be sociable if you want."
Looking from Bill to Sara I said, "I love playing with your father's cock, but I have some ideas for things to do I think we all might enjoy."
Back outside the sun was starting to set and I asked Kyle to start the grill for some hamburgers. We had all worked up quite an appetite. All four of us enjoyed hamburgers, baked beans, chips and apple pie. We all sat at our picnic table with Kyle and Sara on one side and Bill and me opposite them. Neither Bill nor Kyle had bothered to put their trunks back on, so we all sat there naked enjoying the warm evening air. I had been watching Sara and noticed she had been looking at her father. She seemed to be unable to take her eyes off his cock whenever he was up walking around. I could not help but notice her interest and it gave me an idea.
After everyone had finished eating we sat around talking. The sun had gone down when I suggested we all head to the hot tub to relax. I made sure Sara and I were sitting side by side with Kyle next to me and Bill on the other side of Sara. I slowly worked my way to where my hand brushed against Sara's leg.
Being intimate with another woman was very new to me, but I had an idea of a way to spice things up a bit. I also knew from the porn I had seen that men enjoy watching two women making out. I was nervous at first, but I let my hand gradually drift toward Sara until my hand was across her leg and resting against her pussy. My heart was about to burst out of my chest, but this was something I wanted to experience. Sara looked at me as if to ask if I was serious. I must admit, I was nervous but I nodded my head. Seeing my response she grinned. She later confirmed she had been wanting this to happen between us, but was afraid to take the next big step.
Nothing was lost on Bill and Kyle as they took notice something might be about to happen and had been watching. I glanced now and then to see if they were still watching and could see they were. Leaning toward Sara I touched my lips to hers. When our lips touched the second time our mouths opened and we tasted each other's tongue. The kiss kept intensifying as it became more and more passionate.
I was relieved when Sara started to take the dominate role and we began playing with each other's nipples. Her fingers felt good on my sensitive hardened flesh. I leaned in close to her so only she could hear me and asked, "Honey, would you like to feel your father's cock inside you tonight? If you don't that's cool, you can have Kyle and I will be happy to take your father, but if you really want your father, I'm almost certain he would like that and I believe I can make it happen tonight."
I pulled back away so I could see her facial expression. As I watched her I could tell she was slightly confused but was thinking about what I had said. I was about to come to the conclusion her answer was 'no' when she leaned in close and our lips met again. The passion in her kiss told me the answer I had been looking for. When our lips finally parted she looked at me giving me a grin and the faintest of nods letting me know she wanted to try. I smiled then almost devoured this girl. We were passionately enjoying each other, and at the same time the men were enjoying watching.
When I saw both of them were watching and both had their hard cocks in their hand stroking them, I nodded my head at Sara and said in a very quiet voice, "Okay Baby, it's time. They're ready. Just do what I do and if I'm right he will take it from there."
Sara smiled and then watched me as I turned toward Kyle taking his cock out of his own hand, wrapping my fingers around it and began stroking him myself. I saw Sara was up against her father and her fingers were now wrapped around his hard cock.
I gave Bill a smile as I nodded my head when I saw him look at me. He grinned and turned his attention back to his daughter. I knew this was going to turn out just as I had planned. Turning my attention back to my son, I kissed him and swung my leg over him to sit on his lap. I was facing him with his cock between us. Lifting myself off his lap I reached down between us taking hold of his very hard shaft and placing it between my lips at the entrance into my pussy. Lowering myself onto his hard shaft I know my face was contorted in a painful grimace, but I was able to get him in me without crying out. I looked behind me and saw Sara was doing the same thing as she lowered her body impaling herself on her fathers stiff manhood for the very first time. I could see one of his arms was behind her back and his other large hand had a firm grip on his daughter's cute little ass.
I looked at Kyle, grinned and asked, "Do you mind if your girlfriend's father fucks her?"
He smiled and said, "With my cock in my mother what right do I have to deny her the same pleasure?"
I kissed him and said, "I could not agree more. Now Baby fill mommy with a nice big load of that hot thick cum I love so much."
After Sara and I had drained the men of their last ounce of semen we climbed out of the hot tub. Sara came up to me and hugged me saying, "That was incredible. Thank you so much!"
"I'm just happy I got the two of you to the point where you were able to relax and enjoy each other. It's now up to you to keep him happy, but with that absolutely hot body of yours it shouldn't be too difficult." I swatted her bare ass and she let out a cute high pitched squeal. I heard Bill telling Kyle, "That mother of yours is something else. She's the sexiest woman I believe I've ever met."
I heard Kyle say, "Yea, she's really something else. I love her so much."
My heart melted hearing him actually say those words to someone other than me. Back in the house everyone got dressed except me. Kyle was taking Bill and Sara home while I stayed behind to clean up. Sara had insisted on helping but I told her I had it all under control.
As they were about to leave I said, "Bill if you and Sara want to pick out a weekend you both have free, it might be fun to have everyone over to spend the night. Kyle and I would love having Sara and you spend the night. We might even be able to come up with some adult games to play.
I saw Bill look at Sara then back at me and say, "I'll give you a call Monday after I check my schedule. That does sound like a lot of fun." When neither of the kids were looking he gave me a wink and grinned. Then without making a sound he mouthed 'Thank You' and looked at Sara then back at me. I just smiled and nodded my head.
I stayed up until Kyle returned home. I asked him, "Did everyone have a good time?"
"Mom they loved it. It was the best Labor Day party ever. It was perfect and you were absolutely the best!"
"Honey I'm not trying to pry or push anything, but maybe you can answer this for me. Can you tell me if you and Sara are just fuck buddies or do you see this getting serious and leading somewhere?"
"Mom I honestly don't know. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be asking her to marry me, but I don't know if she will accept."
"Baby if that's the case, I suggest you not ask her until you are absolutely sure. The reason I say this is because I'm fairly confident once you ask her the two of you will be picking a wedding date."
"You really think so? You think she will accept?"
"Honey there is no doubt in my mind. That girl is totally one hundred percent in love with you."
I could see the joy on his face as we headed to our bedroom. In our house there is Kyle's bedroom, a guest bedroom, and OUR bedroom. I wondered, given the events of this evening, if at Bill and Sara's house there might not be a similar reassignment of bedrooms taking place.
It had been one year and one month since that first Labor Day party Bill and Sara had attended at our house. A lot had happened over those thirteen months. Exactly one month after the second Labor Day party with Bill and Sara, Bill and I attended the marriage of our children. Kyle and Sara made it official and from what I have seen they seem to be very happy. I'm extremely happy for them. The only blemish on the day was Kyle's father didn't seem to have the time or desire to attend his own son's wedding. His absence didn't bother me at all, but I could see it disappointed Kyle that his father didn't seem to care. Other than that small blemish on their day it had been the perfect wedding.
Bill went all out for his only daughter's wedding. Her dress was gorgeous. Just before the wedding I walked in as Sara was getting dressed. She motioned me over and whispered in my ear, "In honor of my mother, and you, I'm a free spirit under my skirt."
I thought about it a minute but wasn't sure what she was telling me. I saw her Maid of Honor grinning and pointing at the skirt of Sara's dress. I suddenly realized what they were trying to tell me and quietly so only the two of them heard, I said, "You don't have any panties on?"
She grinned and shook her head. She said, "I have a garter, but that's all. Kyle will have to be careful how high he lifts my skirt when he takes the removes it."
I asked, "Who all knows?"
Looking at her Maid of Honor then at me she said, "Nobody but the three of us, and Kyle." As an afterthought I asked, "Does your father know?"
She grinned and said, "Oh yea, I forgot him. He's the one who suggested it."
The laughter we both broke out in drew the attention of her Bride's Maids who were off to the side. I looked at them then back at Sara who shook her head indicating they didn't know. She looked at them and said, "Sorry just an inside joke between my future mother-in-law and me." They seemed satisfied and looked away. Sara and I exchanged a high five. I kissed her cheek then headed out to await the ceremony.
During the wedding ceremony all I could think of was the fact she was naked under the skirt and Kyle knew about it. I could feel the moisture developing between my legs. I glanced across the aisle at Bill and saw him give me a grin. Somehow I knew we were both thinking about the same thing.
That first Labor Day party had been the beginning of a great relationship that developed between Bill and me. We have continued to date and needless to say, have continued to enjoy intimate time together as often as possible.
My Real Estate job was doing well despite a downturn in the housing market. I have been optimistic a reversal is on the horizon and Real Estate will once again be a good investment. Bill had confided in me what I was hoping what the case. He confirmed he and Sara had continued what had begun at my house the previous year. Both Bill and I talked with Kyle and Sara telling them we are overjoyed they have found happiness together.
The four of us sat down for a serious conversation shortly after their wedding. It was then that we made it clear they were still welcome to share our beds, but we would understand if they wanted to move on and be exclusive to each other.
Both of the kids acted as if we had hurt their feelings and didn't want them. They made it clear we are a unique family and the only change would be Sara's last name. They also said when they were trying to start their family, Bill would not be able to fuck Sara's pussy unprotected. They made it clear, other than this one restriction, they didn't want any other changes.
Bill and I were happy to hear they still wanted intimate time with us even though I wondered how long it would be before they were too busy to have time to fuck Mom and Dad. As should be expected I was getting my son's cock much less frequently than I wanted, but my sex life had never been better. Bill and I were like two kids who had just discovered sex. He is a great lover and very imaginative with new things to try. Bill has insisted when I'm at his house or he is at mine that I remain naked just like Kyle had started. It wasn't that big of a deal, I would have done it even if Bill had not insisted on my nudity, but I like the fact Bill is assertive and does insist. I like to challenge him now and then just so he will confirm to me his dominance.
To my delight I learned Bill also has a foot fetish and I have massaged his cock with my feet so many times I have lost count. I have learned Bill also enjoys bondage. He loves tying me up and once I can't move he will leave me helpless bound like that or sometimes fuck me while I bound. It's so hot being fucked while you are tied up and helpless.
Labor Day was a week away and the newlyweds were expected for our traditional end of summer party. This would be the third Labor Day party with the guest list being limited to just the four of us.
At the party it seemed to me that Sara, Kyle and Bill were all acting very secretive. It was like there was some sort of conspiracy and I was the only one who didn't have a clue what was going on.
As had become the norm around the house, Sara and I were naked while the men had their swim trunks and shirts on. A couple times I reached to give Bill's cock a loving squeeze, but he caught my hand each time and would not let me touch his cock. This was really strange since he loves me touching his cock. After we finished eating Bill stood up and said, "Kimberly, come over here and kneel at my feet."
I looked over at Sara who shrugged her shoulders like she had no idea what was going on. Kyle simply grinned at me then looked at Bill. I decided to play along and see what they were up to. Bill likes to take charge and command me to do things, especially when it involves sexual things we both enjoy.
I stepped in front of Bill and lowered myself to my knees. As I looked up I saw all three of them were facing me. Sara was on one side of her father and Kyle standing on the other side. They were watching as Bill said, "Kimberly do you love me?"
Naked and kneeling at his feet I looked up at his question in surprise. I had told him many times how much I loved him. Why was he asking me this now? I answered, "Of course. You know very well how much I love you."
"Kimberly do you love my cock?"
I liked where this seemed to be heading. I smiled and said, "Lover, that's the best part of you."
With a serious voice he asked, "Are you devoted to my cock?"
With an equally serious and in my most submissive voice I answered, "Yes Sir."
I saw him grin. He looked at Kyle and Sara then back at me and said, "If you truly do love my cock and are as devoted to it as you claim, lower my swim trunks."
It wasn't like Bill hadn't fucked me many times in front of the kids, and it appeared that might be what he was about to do again. I was unable to suppress my grin. This was my favorite part. I untied his trunks and began to lower them. Once I had his trunks to his knees at first I couldn't figure out what it was I was looking at. I glanced at Sara who was grinning from to ear. Looking back at Bill's cock I realized there was a polished metal glans ring just behind his glans that appeared to completely encircle his cock. I had to admit, I liked the way it looked. I was looking at the top side of his cock and still wasn't sure what was going on. I had heard of glans rings, but had never seen one before that moment.
He asked, "Well, what do you think?"
I said, "It's very nice. I like the way it makes your cock look."
He said, "I'm not talking about the glans ring."
I looked again but this time I took his cock in my hand. That's when I felt something connected to the glans ring on the underside. Lifting his cock I saw a diamond engagement ring, with a huge Princess cut diamond, linked to the glans ring. Due to the size of his glans, I had been unable to see it at first. Letting go of his cock I jumped up and threw my arms around his neck squealing in delight.
Bill eventually pulled away from me and asked, "Does this mean yes?"
"Hell yes you bastard. You can't get rid of me."
"If you want it, you better get your ring while you still can. If you wait much longer you might not be able to get it off."
I looked and could see his cock was swelling and the ring around his glans was definitely getting tighter. I was able to get it off and he removed the capture ball allowing my engagement to be removed from the penis decoration. Sara took the engagement ring from me, handed it to her father who then placed it on my finger. Sara was as happy about what he had done as I was. She and I both looked closely admiring the ring. The diamond was huge! Sara and I were both excited about what this meant.
To nobody in particular I said, "I always thought it was the man who was supposed to kneel when he asked a girl to marry him." We all laughed then Sara gave me a big hug followed by Kyle then Bill.
Grinning I asked Sara, "I'm a little confused. Does this mean you will be my step-daughter or my daughter-in-law?"
She threw her hands in the air and said, "Good question, but I prefer to just be your daughter. I'm just happy we're all family!" She kissed me on the lips and we held onto each other tight. Sara's tongue was in my mouth and I was pretty sure Sara was going to be teaching me a lot more about girl/girl lovemaking. With our lips locked together I heard Bill talking to Kyle. Bill said, "I'm not sure and I could be wrong, but I think they're both very happy."
I heard Kyle laugh and ask, "Is that why your cock is so hard?"
Without taking my lips from Sara, I glanced over to see both of our men were watching us. I was happy to see my future husband wasn't the only man sporting a nice hard shaft.
I had a hard time sleeping after Bill gave me the ring. The idea of us getting married wasn't new and I had hoped he would ask me, but I didn't expect it the way he did it and never expected him to do it at our Labor Day party. I knew I had made my man happy before we went to sleep. His cum had leaked out of me and dried on my thigh.
We woke up and neither of us made a move to get out of bed. He lay there with his arm around me holding me against his body. I had my leg across his with my knee between his legs. The top of my thigh was touching his scrotum. I was teasing his nipples with my fingers as he spoke. Bill asked me what I wanted in the way of a wedding ceremony and asked if I had a date in mind. I told him I wanted to get married as soon as possible and I preferred we have a small private wedding.
He seemed to be thinking about my answer. I kissed him as I moved my hand further down to fondle his cock. I was lightly stroking his hard shaft with my fingers. It had been flaccid when we first woke up, but had sprung to attention when I began touching him. I loved fondling his cock and his balls as I watched this man I had fallen so madly in love with try to maintain control.
Bill looked at me and what he said surprised me. "Baby, last night after I gave you the ring Kyle mentioned something you had told him and I must confess I thought it was incredibly hot and it would be perfect for us."
"Really? What was that?"
"He mentioned something you told him over two years ago. It had to do with a dream you had. Do you remember, the one about a wedding and marrying your son?"
I did quite vividly remember that dream. Nodding my head I said, "Yes, I remember. That was a scary one. It was more of a nightmare than a dream."
"It sounded hot to me and Kyle agreed. I'm sorry, I didn't realize it scared you. Can you explain why it scared you so much?"
"Honey in the dream I was marrying my son upon the recommendation of my ex-husband who happened to be Kyle's best man. If that wasn't bad enough my Maid-of-Honor was the woman he left me for. She was largely responsible for our marriage failing."
"Oh, well okay forget that idea. I didn't realize it was…"
"No please I want you to go ahead and tell me what you were thinking?"
"Never mind, I never meant to dredge up bad memories. The way Kyle told me the story it just sounded like a fun and very sexy wedding. I thought it would be fun to have a poolside wedding with Kyle as my Best Man and Sara as your Matron-of-Honor. It would be just the four of us along with whomever we found to officiate, but I can see now it was just another stupid example of me thinking with my cock. Forget I even mentioned it."
"No Honey, let's talk about it. I have to admit it would be different and could be a lot of fun, but were you thinking of how it was in my dream or did you have something different in mind?"
"Obviously it would not be along the cliffs overlooking the ocean or have a large number of guests, but other than that…"
"So you were thinking of doing the ceremony like it was in the dream? What I mean is the part with me naked and everyone else dressed in formal wear?"
"Yea, but I also liked the idea of how in your dream the ceremony was finalized. That was the hottest part."
I could not help but grin at him. "So you want me to suck on your cock until you cum then take your semen into my mouth and swallow it"
I saw the huge smile on his face as he said, "Yea Baby, but don't forget the part where you show everyone your mouth is full before you swallow."
Looking at his cock it didn't surprise me it was now like a steel pipe. He really wanted this and I had to admit, it did sound like fun. Before I could comment on his idea, he moaned and I felt his cum shoot out of his cock and land on both of us. It was at that moment I knew this was how our wedding would be conducted. Looking at him and still gently stroking his hard cum covered shaft I said, "You men are always thinking with your cock instead of your brain." I then leaned in close and gave him a kiss.
He said, "Maybe you're right, but remember it was your dream not mine or Kyle's."
"Okay, you got me there, it was my dream." I turned my attention to his cock in my hands. It was getting soft as I looked into his eyes. It's so much fun watching the expression on a man's face when you have his cock in your hand. "In this fantasy wedding of yours, just who would you get to marry us in such an unconventional manner?"
"Seriously? Are you actually saying you would consider it?"
"If that's what you want and you can find someone who will marry us like that, yes I'll do it for you." I laughed then added, "It will certainly save us the expense of a wedding dress."
"Fuckin awesome! Do you remember me telling you about my friend Roger?"
"Yea, isn't he your fishing buddy? I haven't met him."
"Yea, well he's also a judge and as a judge he can marry us. It would be all legal."
"Do you actually think he would go along with such a crazy idea?"
"I don't see why not. If you are serious I'll ask him. Knowing Roger he'd get a kick out of it."
"It would certainly be different, but are you sure you don't mind him seeing your bride like that?"
"Baby, I'm so proud of you. You have a gorgeous body and I'd love for him to see how beautiful the woman who has agreed to be my wife is."
Hearing him say that about me made me very proud. I knew I wanted this even more than he did. The only thing I wanted more was the cock in my hand, but I'd gotten him too excited and now all I had was a soft cock covered with cum. I kissed my way down his chest and stomach before taking him into my mouth. I felt his hands on my ass as I used my tongue and mouth to clean every trace of semen from his cock and balls.
I felt his fingers scoop off of me some of the cum that had landed on my body. As I sucked on his cock I felt his fingers between my ass cheeks and felt him smear the cum on my rosebud. I love having my ass played with. He used the cum as lubricant then pushed a couple fingers into my ass.
It didn't really matter to me that he was soft. The texture of the flesh of his glans was fun to run my tongue over and suck between my lips. I gently took his large balls into my mouth one at a time so I could clean them. I was in no hurry, I wanted my man to enjoy what I was doing and I was enjoying him finger fucking my ass. After almost an hour of bringing him pleasure with my mouth I knew I was going to have to wait for him to rest before he would be able to penetrate me.
He made me cum with two of his fingers still in my ass. I was exhausted and kissed his cock one last time before snuggling in close against him. I smiled when I heard him rhetorically ask, "What did I ever do to deserve you?"
I knew it wasn't a question for which he was wanting an answer, but I still said, "I guess you're just a very lucky man."
He laughed and said, "Yea, maybe, but I think it was also my big cock."
I said, "Yea, you're right, that was it." I then laid my head on his chest. As much as I didn't want to, after several minutes I told him I had to get up and fix breakfast.
While I was mixing up pancake batter, Sara appeared from around the corner. She was as naked as I was. She gave me a hug and said, "I'm so happy for you and Daddy. Kyle and I heard the two of you last night. Sounded to us like you two were having a lot of fun."
I don't know why, but her comment embarrassed me a little. Ignoring it I asked, "Did you know he was going to do that? I mean ask me to marry him and give me the ring the way he did?" Before answering she took hold of my left hand and was once again admiring my new engagement ring.
She grinned then said, "Yea, I confess, Kyle and I both knew what he was going to do. I was so excited. You have no idea how difficult it was to not tell you about it. I'm horrible at keeping secrets. He even asked me to help. He linked the rings together, then gave them to me. Daddy and Kyle watched as he told me what he had in mind and then let me put it on him for you to find."
"Honey that's so hot. The truth is I was hoping he would ask me, but I wasn't expecting him to do so last night and certainly not the way he did."
"When do you think you will have the wedding? Do you know where you are going to get married?"
"Soon and here."
"Huh?"
"I want to get married as soon as possible and we talked this morning about getting married right here by the pool."
"Mom, your back yard is nice, but will it hold that many guests?"
I liked it when she called me Mom. She had asked me right after their wedding if I minded her calling me Mom. I told her it would make me feel really good if she did, but that I didn't want her or Bill to think I was trying to take the place of her mother. She told me she understood and has called me Mom since that day.
"Honey, we talked about guests. I hope you're not upset, but your father and I have decided we would prefer a private ceremony, with just your father and me along with you and Kyle. Your father is going to ask a friend of his, someone who is a judge, to officiate over the ceremony."
"You mean Roger is going to marry you? Roger is super cool."
"That's who your father wants, but he has to ask him if he will do it. Honey, speaking of asking people, that reminds me, will you please be my Matron-of-Honor?"
"Of course I will Mom, but why such a small wedding?"
"It's partially your husband's fault. Evidently Kyle told your father about a dream I had a couple years ago." I saw a smile develop slowly on Sara's face as she began putting the pieces together. "From the look on your face I take it Kyle has also told you about that crazy dream."
"Yes he has. It was incredibly hot! Are you seriously thinking of the wedding being like your dream? What I mean is… well you know…everything?"
"I'm not sure how much of it Kyle told you about, but with the exception of the location and number of guests, yes it is what your father wants. I agreed to do it that way if he can get Roger to officiate."
My daughter-in-law and future step-daughter threw her arms around my neck giving me the biggest hug. She then backed off and said, "Just so I understand and to make sure Kyle told me the whole story…" She paused then continued, "The bride is the only one who is naked. Is that right?"
I grinned and hugged her again. "Yes Baby that's correct, but that doesn't mean you can't be naked under your dress."
"That's okay Mom. If you remember I did that at my own wedding. I'll be just fine letting you be the one on display. I don't know if I told you how much fun it was knowing only you, Kyle, Daddy and my Maid-of-Honor knew I didn't have any panties on under my wedding dress. I was afraid when Kyle took my garter off at the reception he was going to raise my skirt to high. I'm not so sure some of the guys didn't get a peek anyway, but nobody said anything." Again she paused then added, "I just remembered something. Are you also planning on ending the ceremony like you did in your dream?"
Grinning I said, "Let me answer that by asking you one question. What do you think your father and your husband would like?"
Placing her hand over her mouth as if out of shock or embarrassment she said, "You've got to be kidding! Oh Mom…" She stopped mid-sentence then took my hand and placed it between her legs.
I felt her and said, "Honey you're soaking wet!"
"I know Mom. Can you believe how horny talking about your wedding has made me? You are seriously going to suck Daddy's cock, he will cum in your mouth, and then… Well you know what I mean?"
"Honey you've got to admit this is not your typical wedding planning discussion, but since it is just us… Yes I think it would be fun. You have to admit, it will be unlike any wedding you have ever attended."
"That's for sure! Mom, please excuse me but I have got to go get Kyle. His cock had better be hard and be ready to put out this fire between my legs."
I was laughing as I saw her turn and head back to the bedroom. I hoped my son was ready for her, because I knew his wife desperately needed his cock.
As I think back on that day after Bill asked me to marry him I still have a hard time believing I agreed to the wedding plans that very closely resembled my dream. The participants and location were different and it would be a very small group, although Kyle and Sara had tried to get me to invite some very close friends as guests, Bill and I stuck to the original plans of it being a private affair.
Even though I thought it would be a fun way to get married, I was still not comfortable enough with the idea that I wanted to give my new husband a blow job in front of a crowd and then have to show everyone my husband's semen in my mouth before swallowing it, and only then being pronounced man and wife.
Bill talked to his buddy Roger asking him if he would agree to marry us. According to Bill, Roger immediately agreed to perform the ceremony, then Bill told him we wanted some changes to the traditional wedding ceremony. After Bill described the changes he said Roger didn't laugh but instead thought about it before saying, "There's nothing you are suggesting that would invalidate the legality of the marriage. I have to admit it's somewhat out of the ordinary, but as long as I can keep my clothes on, it sounds like a fun and interesting wedding. I'm anxious to meet this woman who has agreed to be your wife."
Bill said Roger did ask him if he had a photo of me. Bill jokingly told him, "Yes, but she's got her clothes on in it." He said he dug the photo out of his wallet and handed it to Roger. He said Roger studied the photo a few seconds then smiled and said, "This is one wedding I'm certainly looking forward to," before handing the photo back to Bill.
Bill said as he took the photo from Roger and was slipping it in his wallet as he said, "I can hardly wait for you to meet her, this photo doesn't do her justice. She's absolutely beautiful."
He said Roger smiled as he said, "I can only imagine. You are indeed a very fortunate man."
With Roger agreeing to perform the ceremony Sara and I set about locating the perfect dress for her. We ended up finding a peach colored knee length satin dress that looked adorable on her. She does have a great body and it's easy finding something that looks good on her, but this dress was both very pretty and sexy.
The dress we selected had a deep plunging neckline, but nothing revealing or inappropriate for even a traditional wedding. It might have raised a few eyebrows at a traditional wedding, but it still covered all her female parts nicely. Bill and Kyle rented traditional black tuxedos. Sara and I ordered a small bridal bouquet and an identical miniture version for her. We ordered boutonnieres for each of the three men. Sara picked up a small wedding cake from a local bakery. Bill insisted on a white arch and a white satin pillow for me to kneel on at the end.
Sara and I went shopping for a pair of sexy new stilettos for me to wear. Kyle learned what we were doing and wanted to come along. Sara told him he wasn't welcome and he could see what we picked out the day of the wedding. I told her she was cruel and she agreed it was cruel to deny him the pleasure, given his serious foot fetish. She said, "You know how he is with sexy feet. It will be good for him to have to wait. It will make him that much more horny when he sees you in them the day of the wedding.
We picked out a pair of Christian Louboutin designer strappy sandal stilettos with a five inch heel. They were silver metallic consisting basically of an almost paper-thin sole, a very narrow strap across the toes, an ankle strap and five inch heel. We both fell in love with this pair of heels and thought they were the sexiest we had looked at. I felt for such a small amount of materials, at almost a thousand dollars, the shoes were outrageously overpriced. Sara reasoned that since we were not spending any money on a wedding dress we could go wild with the shoes.
We spent the morning of the wedding at the salon getting our hair done, Brazilian wax jobs, then finishing up with manicures and pedicures. The wedding was scheduled for 4:00 PM that afternoon.
I decided since it was a special day I would wear something before the wedding. I also wanted to be somewhat dressed the first time I met Roger. He would see plenty of me later, and I wanted our first meeting to not be with me nude. I had told Bill and Kyle ahead of time of my desire to wear something and they both reluctantly agreed.
When we arrived back to the house, from the salon, I helped Sara get dressed. Under her dress she wore a new quarter cup peach colored shelf bra with matching satin thong. She looked so sexy with her tits on full display supported from underneath by the small abbreviated cup of her sexy bra. Her freshly waxed pussy and ass were very cute. She allowed me to slide her thong up her silky legs. Just before pulling it over her freshly waxed pussy, I gave it a lick and kiss, then pulled it on up. On her feet she wore a pair of three inch stilettos that matched her dress beautifully.
She helped me get ready by helping with my makeup. Once my face and hair were ready she applied a small amount of rouge to my nipples. She removed the new heels from the box admiring them. She grinned and said, "Remember that poor salesman when you tried these on? His cock was about to burst out of his pants and he was trying so hard too not let it show."
I laughed as I recalled the scene she described. "I didn't help much when I accidentally put my bare foot against his crotch."
"I know, I felt so sorry for the poor guy, I thought he was going to cum in his pants right there," Sara said laughing.
Just before putting them on my feet she reached for a paper sack, she had brought into the bedroom, and reached inside. "I hope you don't mind, but I picked up something I thought you needed."
Looking at her hands I saw a white lace garter belt with a peach colored ribbon that matched her dress perfectly. I pointed my toe and extended my leg. She slid the elastic belt up my leg until it was on my thigh about two thirds of the way above my knee. She gave me a smile and said, "Yea, I like the way that looks. It's sexy and actually makes you look even more naked than you already are." she hugged me then said, "Mom we joke around about it, but you really are a beautiful woman."
When she released me I looked at it in the mirror and had to admit she was right. It looked very sexy and was so thoughtful of her. I gave her a hug and could feel tears beginning to form in my eyes. Realizing what was about to happen, she grabbed some tissues and dabbed my eyes saying, "Don't you dare cry and ruin that perfect face." She then slipped my heels on my feet buckling them around my ankles.
Even though the five inch heel made my legs and ass look great while giving me a little extra height, the down side was they were not easy to walk in. Sara agreed to help me kneel and get back up at the end of the ceremony.
She said, "Mom those heels are hot! You do know all three of the guys will get hard when they see you."
"I'm sure you're right about your father and Kyle, but I don't know about the judge."
She looked at me with her head tilted to the side giving me a look like she didn't believe what I had just said. "Mom, he's a man isn't he? I know Roger and as far as I know, he isn't gay. Trust me on this."
Sara then fastened the gold anklet, she loaned me, around my ankle. I had explained to her I had several, but she insisted I needed something borrowed and that I wear hers. It was very pretty and did draw attention to my small feet. I was certain Kyle would enjoy the look.
I saw a grin on her face and before she said anything I asked, "What?"
"Mom I've been asked to do something. Before I do it, you need to know this is something Kyle wanted and he asked me to help him with it."
Whatever is was, just knowing it had been Kyle's idea had me a little concerned. I knew he most likely asked her to do it, but evidently she had not refused to help him out with whatever it was he wanted. Knowing my son, it was hard telling what he had in mind. I watched as Sara reached into the same sack she had pulled the garter from. This time when her hand came out, I saw a very familiar item. One I had enjoyed and hated at the same time. It was the stainless steel remote controlled egg Kyle had bought shortly after he and I had become intimate. I had experienced and thoroughly enjoyed many orgasms with that device in my pussy.
"Mom, spread your legs I'm supposed to put it in you."
I didn't argue and did as she said. She had pushed it between my lips and her fingers were inside me as she was in the process of pushing it deep up into my pussy, when I asked, "Where's the remote?"
"Kyle has it with him. He also had me put fresh long lasting lithium batteries in both the egg and the remote."
I stood there with my feet apart. The intrusion of the egg along with her fingers felt really nice. Her fingers were inside me much longer than was necessary, but I wasn't going to complain. It helped take my mind off walking out there with everyone watching me. As she worked her fingers around inside me, in a joking manner I sarcastically said, "I should have known he would do something like this, but I never would have believed my sweet Sara would be a co-conspirator."
Looking down at her she gave me a grin then stood up and looked at me saying, "I'm so sorry, but you know I have to do what he says, after all he's my husband and I'm his little submissive wife." She grinned then I watched her put her fingers in her mouth and clean the secretions from my pussy. As she finished she smiled at me the gave me a hug saying, "Mom you're delicious. I love you so much. This is going to be so much fun."
Reaching for my robe she held it while I slipped my arms through the sleeves. She even tied the sash at the waist for me. We stood there looking at each other. I didn't remember being this emotional the day of my first wedding. Sara stepped back and looked at me saying, "You're so pretty." Then cautioned me saying, "Don't you dare cry."
Kyle and Bill had decided to get dressed at Bill's house and would arrive here shortly before 4:00. Roger was to be here between 3:00 and 3:30 to meet me and give us a chance to talk about the wedding ceremony. He had suggested we meet and discuss what he was to say and do, since this was to be quite a bit different than any of the weddings he had officiated over previously. I had even written an outline with instructions how the end of the ceremony was to be done and what Bill and I had talked about for him to say. After learning Kyle had told Bill about my dream, I told Bill the details of the dream to make sure Kyle remembered it correctly. Together we had come up with what we thought we wanted.
Sara and I made sure everything was ready. Kyle had set up the sound system for the music and we nervously went about making sure everything was in place. This also gave me some practice walking in my new heels. After a few minutes walking in them I found they were getting easier to walk in. I wouldn't want to take a five mile hike in them, but for the wedding and reception I was sure I'd be fine.
At 3:10 the door bell rang. Sara hurried toward the door to answer it. I heard her say, "Hi Roger, it's been such a long time since I've seen you."
I heard a deep male voice say, "Sara you're even prettier than the last time I saw you. Your father tells me you're now a married lady. Congratulations, marriage appears to agree with you. I must meet your husband, he's a very lucky man."
"Yes, and thank you Roger. I know he will enjoy meeting you. Please come on in and I'll introduce you to my mother-in-law soon to be step-mother."
I heard the door close and heard Sara call out, "Mom, are you decent?"
I had to laugh at the irony of what she said in light of what was about to take place. From my bedroom I came out wearing the robe I had selected for Roger to see me in before he saw me nude and on full display. The robe was almost the same color as Sara's dress. Roger smiled as he took my hand and kissed the back of it. I was impressed, he was such a gentleman. I was beginning to have second thoughts regarding what was planned.
Sara made the introductions, "Roger this is Kimberly the bride and my mother-in-law. Mom this is Roger, Dad's fishing buddy. Roger claims he has known me since I was a toddler."
Roger said, "Ms Wilson, I'm so pleased to meet you."
"Please Roger, all my friends call me Kimberly or just Kim. I hope we'll become good friends and I know we will get to know each other MUCH better before today is over." He grinned at the emphasis I had placed on the word 'MUCH.'
I could see a little blush as Roger, said, "Yes, that's what Bill has led me to understand." Turning to Sara he said, "Sara if you don't mind I'd like to talk to the bride in private for a few minutes."
Sara said, "No problem at all. I need to make some last minute checks on stuff anyway."
I knew she had nothing to check on, but she had found a gracious way to excuse herself. Roger tuned to me and said, "Where would be a good place for us to talk?"
I motioned with my arm toward the living room and said, "Here would be as good a place as any."
I sat on the couch while Roger sat in the chair. He was carrying a suit bag and draped it across another chair. He said, "It's my judge robe. I brought it thinking you might like for me to wear it. It's entirely up to you. If you would rather I can dispense with the robe and just wear my suit."
"Honestly my preference is whatever you feel the most comfortable in."
"Okay, maybe I'll forget the robe and stick with the suit."
"Sounds good to me," I said.
"I'm not really sure how to ask this, but Bill said the two of you wanted to do this like a dream you had. Can you tell me a little about that dream so I make sure I understand correctly what I'm to do?"
"Sure, and trust me when I say I'm as embarrassed about this as you, maybe even more," I said trying to put him at ease.
I couldn't help but notice Roger's eyes kept darting to my legs. I thought to myself, 'He's a leg man.' It's funny how different parts of the body excite us. It's the same with women when we look at men.
Seated on the couch, as I was, made my already short robe ride up my legs even further, exposing a lot of bare skin. I was sure Roger had a clear view up the side of my leg almost all the way to my buttocks. My legs were together, so he couldn't see the moisture that was forming and seeping out from between the lips of my pussy. "It was really a stupid dream, but I made the mistake of telling Bill and my son about it and now Bill wants to do the wedding like my dream."
I could see a concerned look on Roger's face as he said, "Kimberly, if this isn't what you want… What I mean is if you don't want your wedding like Bill described I will tell him I've changed my mind about performing the ceremony in that manner."
"Oh no, it's not like that at all. It's just a little embarrassing sitting here telling you about it. It's a little embarrassing knowing in a few minutes I'll be naked and you will be seeing me. That's all I meant. If this is what he wants, I don't mind."
The concern on his face seemed to fade as he said, "Oh, okay."
I explained, "Well in the dream I'm naked and everyone else is dressed in formal attire. Obviously the setting and all the guests who were in my dream will be different, but it's pretty much like any traditional wedding until at the end. At the point where you would normally pronounce us man and wife and tell the groom he can kiss the bride that's where things change quite a bit."
I paused and Roger broke the silence by asking, "So that's where I tell you the marriage isn't official until you, well until you…"
I interrupted him to save him from the embarrassment of having to say it, "Yes that's when you tell everyone the marriage isn't official until…" I handed him the paper on which I had written what he was to say. "Here this might be easier and help you see what we were thinking. We don't expect you to recite it word for word, but you will get the idea. Just say it however it makes the most sense to you."
Roger took the paper from me, unfolded it and began reading. When he had finished he cleared his throat and said, "Yes, well yes, that's pretty much what Bill said, but I wanted to make sure. You do realize…"
Remembering what Bill had told me Roger said about the legal requirements I said, "Yes, I realize this has nothing to do with the legality of the marriage, but if you could wait until I show you his semen in my mouth and then swallow it before pronouncing us man and wife, that would be perfect."
Roger looked at me and said, "Kim, I would be dishonest if I didn't admit to you this is very… shall I say arousing. I can do what you ask and not invalidate the legality of your marriage, but I must say this is the first time I've ever been asked to perform a marriage in this manner. To tell you the truth if it wasn't for it being for Bill I'm not sure I could do it."
I didn't want Bill's friend feeling uneasy about this and said, "Roger, if this makes you too uncomfortable, we can certainly call it off and do it the traditional way. In the end I just want to be Bill's wife and doing it like that crazy dream is not absolutely necessary."
"No Kim, it's not that. It's just…"
He stopped in mid-sentence so I asked, "It's just what?"
"I really don't know how to say this. Never mind. Please forget I even brought it up."
"No, please tell me what you were going to say. You're making me feel bad that we've asked you to do something that makes you uncomfortable. I don't want you to feel obligated just because you and Bill are friends."
"No, it's nothing like that."
"Well then what is it?"
"Kim, I'm sure I don't have to tell you this, but you're a very beautiful woman. I'm afraid once you remove that robe, well I must confess I… Maybe I should wear my Judge's robe so I don't embarrass myself."
I laughed and said, "Roger, say no more. I believe I understand. You're staying for some of the reception we have planned afterward, aren't you? We will have some cake and I was hoping to be able to talk to you and get to know you better. At least that's if you don't mind hanging around."
"I really wasn't planning on staying, but…"
"Please, unless you have somewhere you have to be, I insist. I'll talk to Bill and I'm sure he'll want to give you a gift for your participation in our marriage. It's obviously Bill's decision, but I'm sure you will want to stay for at least a little while." I gave him a wink and reached over to place my hand on his leg saying, "Please it's not nice to disappoint the bride on her wedding day."
Roger's face was as red as an apple. He was speechless for a few moments. I could see a nice bulge was developing in the front of his suit pants. As we sat there I felt the egg Sara had placed in my pussy come to life as it started vibrating. Moments later I heard a car pulling into the driveway.
Sitting there talking to Roger I'd almost forgotten all about my son's damn toy Sara had inserted in me. I said, "Roger it sounds like Bill and Kyle are here. If you don't mind I'd appreciate if you could let them in. Take them out back and when we hear the music begin, Sara and I'll join you."
He smiled nodding his head and said, "Hurry and get out of sight before I open the door." I showed him the flowers for the men to put on the lapels of their jackets then hurried down the hall closing the door behind me. Sara was in the bedroom waiting for me.
"Your damn husband just announced his arrival."
She gave me a confused look. I emphatically pointed at my abdomen which caused her to burst out laughing.
"It's not funny, he knows how to use that thing and what it does to me. What if I have an orgasm half way though the ceremony?"
"Mom, it'll be fun. He's like a little boy with a new toy." She turned and cracked the door open enough to listen to what was happening in the living room. She looked at me and nodded her head letting me know the men were in the house. After a few minutes she said, "Okay, they just went outside. Let's get ready."
I breathed a sign of relief as the egg stopped vibrating. Sara heard me let out a sigh and looked at me. I said, "He tuned it off, at least for now."
She stepped up in front of me smiling. Reaching for the sash holding my robe closed. She untied it and slipped the robe from my shoulders. Stepping back a couple steps she looked at me and said, "Mom, take a deep breath and remember you are the most gorgeous woman here. Everyone looking at you will be impressed by how beautiful you are and how sexy you look. If you get nervous just look at the guys pants and see what you're doing to them."
Despite the fact that for almost two years I had almost always been nude inside this house, and that I had come to not give it much thought, now I was hypersensitive to my nudity. The nightmare that had awaken me so many months ago was about to become reality and I wasn't sure I could go through with it. Could I turn a nightmare into a beautiful dream reality? Only time would tell.
Sara looked at me and I could see in her eyes she saw how nervous I was. "Mom, just relax. Trust me, you are the definition of beauty. You can do this." She gave me an air kiss to keep from getting lipstick on me and I felt her hand stroke me between my legs. She grinned saying, "Daddy's hard cock will be in there tonight. I know he's going to be using that pussy a lot." Her hand felt wonderful and for some reason calmed me just a little. My hope was Kyle would behave himself with that damn remote control.
At that moment we both heard the music start to play. Kyle had timed it perfectly turning on the music letting us know it was time for the ceremony to begin. Sara gave me a smile and took my hand in her own as she led me toward the back door. "I have to go now. Remember when I get to the guys it's time for you. Just walk slowly and enjoy being on display for everyone who will be admiring you." I was too nervous to say anything, but nodded my head letting her know I understood. Just before she turned to leave she pinched both my nipples and rolled them between her finger and thumb causing them to become hard little points. She grinned and said, "There, they look even more sexy now."
I watched as she walked slowly toward the arch that had been set up for us. Bill stood to the right of the arch with a huge smile on his face watching his daughter approach. Roger stood in the middle looking toward the door where I was standing. All too soon Sara arrived at the arch and turned to look back. Seeing the space between Bill and Sara where I would soon be standing had my stomach doing flip flops. At that moment the vibrating egg inside me once again came alive.
Sara, Roger, Kyle and Bill were all looking in the direction of the door in anticipation of my entry. I had never been so nervous and I knew embarrassment was soon to follow, which would be compounded by the egg Sara and Kyle had put in me. Opening the door, I stepped outside into the beautiful late afternoon weather. The sky was littered with several puffy white clouds that looked like huge cotton balls. There was a gentle breeze blowing the leaves in the trees. The weather was absolutely perfect.
All eyes were on me as I stepped through the door and began my walk toward the alter. I made sure to carry my bouquet low enough to not conceal my breasts and high enough to not hide my pussy from the view of those watching me. I'm proud of my body and wanted them to be able to see me. I glanced at Kyle who was grinning like a Cheshire cat. I gave him the 'Mother is unhappy with you' look letting him know he was in trouble. This caused his grin to get even larger. I saw his hand was in the pocket of his pants and realized when I felt it kick up a notch in intensity that was where he had the remote concealed.
When I arrived at the arch Bill gave me a kiss on the cheek. He transferred my right hand to his left hand as we turned to face Roger. The egg stopped vibrating at that moment.
As I reflect back on it, most of what happened next is now all a blur. I do remember reciting the vows. I remember saying, "I promise to Love, Honor and Obey until death…" Bill repeated the words Roger spoke, then came the moment I will never forget.
Roger said, "Having given your pledge each to the other there is one last requirement before I pronounce you man and wife." He looked at me and asked, "At this time Kimberly will you willingly accept the personal gift Bill's body has prepared for you?"
I wasn't sure my voice would work as I said, "I will."
Roger then quickly scanned the faces of the four of us before saying, "Once Roger has given Kimberly his gift and Kimberly has willingly received it, she will provide evidence of receiving the gift. She will demonstrate her acceptance of his gift by first showing these witnesses then swallowing it allowing it to then become part of her body thereby demonstrating her willing submission to, and love for her husband. Once Kimberly has fully accepted Bill's gift into her body, the couple will have completed their demonstration of love to these witnesses and I will proudly pronounce them husband and wife."
I'm not sure where it had been, but Sara stepped forward and placed the white satin pillow on the ground in front of Bill and at his feet. She took my hand helping me to maintain my balance as I lowered myself placing my knees on the pillow. Kyle had stopped the egg inside me during the ceremony, but the moment my knees touched the pillow the egg once again began doing it's dance inside me.
I had been looking down at the pillow when the egg came back to life. I raised my eyes to look straight ahead and it was just like I remembered in my dream. Somehow Bill's cock was already hard and was extending through the fly in his pants. His pants had appeared to be zipped as I walked toward him from the house, but somehow now his cock was out and ready for me. I had not seen him open his fly or take his cock out for me.
Handing my flowers to Sara, I turned my head back and looked up at Bill who was looking down at me and smiling. I felt Sara's hands on my arms as she gently took them and moved them behind my back. I took hold of my left wrist with my right hand and submissively opened my mouth leaning forward to take the hard flesh of the man who would soon be my husband into my mouth.
In my dream it had been Kyle's cock I had sucked, and in the dream I had to suck on it for a long time before he deposited his cum in my mouth. In this reality version of that dream it was Bill whose cock I had in my mouth. I had been sucking his manhood for just over five minutes when I detected signs he was about to cum. Moments later he pulled his cock out leaving only his glans in my mouth. I felt and tasted the essence of this man I loved as it was being pumped from his body and was splashing directly onto the front of my tongue.
Thankfully in reality the quantity of semen was much less than what I was forced to take in my dream. When I was sure he had no more to give me I let his cock slip from between my lips and looked up at Bill, with my mouth open and my tongue extended. I let him see the pool of thick white semen in my mouth. My concentration was on trying to maintain control. Kyle now had the egg turned onto one of the higher settings. I was trying to fight off, or at least delay, the orgasm I knew was about to overwhelm me.
Bill looked in my mouth and saw his semen pooled on my tongue. He smiled and nodded his head. I then turned my head to Sara then Kyle who each looked and saw Bill's cum. The last person I had to show Bill's cum to, was Roger.
Roger did look to be sure it was there, then nodded his head. After all the witnesses had seen I had taken Bill's semen into my mouth, I swallowed his delicious gift. I then showed Roger my mouth was empty and that I had swallowed all the semen. He smiled and while I was still kneeling at Bill's feet, he said, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. Bill you may now assist your wife so she may stand by your side."
Bill helped me to my feet. He gave me a hug, then with his arms still around me his lips touched mine. At that moment my body relaxed in his arms and the building orgasm hit me. I ignored the wetness I felt on my legs as Bill kissed me the longest kiss I ever remember seeing a bride and groom share. When our lips parted, I turned to Sara who also gave me a passionate kiss. Next in line was Kyle. Later Bill told me he felt my body convulse as he was holding me and kissing me. He knew what Kyle was doing and congratulated Kyle on his timing.
When I turned to Kyle he was grinning as I gave him my 'mother is angry with you look' once again. He knew I couldn't really be mad at him as he pulled me to him and kissed me. The kiss wasn't the type of kiss a son or even a guest at a wedding gives the bride. I was a little concerned regarding what Roger might be thinking.
Roger didn't say anything and I didn't volunteer any information regarding our relationship. I approached Roger giving him a passionate kiss. Him returning my kiss with equal passion made me feel good. It felt good to be sharing a kiss with this man as my husband watched. While we were kissing I felt one of Roger's hands gently cup my ass and give it a squeeze. Roger was holding me tight and I felt the bulge in the front of his pants pushing against me.
When we parted our lips I said, "Roger that was perfect. Thank you so much."
Roger's eyes were traveling up and down my body as he said, "Kimberly, you are even more beautiful than I imagined."
I wondered if he had noticed the inside of my thighs were wet and was just being polite and ignoring it. Then again maybe he had not yet noticed. I gave him a sexy smile and said, "Please don't leave. I need to check with Bill and see about that gift I mentioned earlier. I'm sure my husband want's to thank you properly."
"I had planned on leaving, but now I do plan on staying, at least for a while. I'm not about to miss this party."
On my way over to Bill, I felt Sara's hand on my arm. "Mom, come with me."
I followed her to a spot where the others could not see us. I saw she had a towel and she began to wipe the secretions off my legs, that had leaked from my pussy. I spread my legs as I felt her fingers slip between my lips to extract the egg. "Thanks Honey. I'm going to get even with that damn husband of yours."
Sara giggled then said, "I can hardly wait to see that."
I saw her put the egg in the towel and stash both in a location she would retrieve them later. Sara rejoined Kyle as I went to my husband. I saw Kyle and Sara laughing as they busied themselves getting the cake and drinks ready. Bill looked at me saying, "You are the most beautiful bride I've ever seen."
"Thank you Baby. Too bad we don't have pictures or video."
Bill smiled and looked over toward the fence. I saw a video camera and one of Kyle's cameras had been rigged with an intervalometer that would take still photos every few seconds or minutes, depending on how he had it set. Bill shrugged his shoulders and said, "It was Kyle's idea. You know even better than me how he is with photography. He told me he wanted memories of the event."
"Did you know what he was doing?"
Bill grinned saying, "You mean with the egg?"
"Yes! The little shit made me cum and squirt all over my legs when you kissed me."
"Yea I know. I could tell when we were kissing you had an orgasm. You have to admit, that was hot!"
"You do realize I will get even with all three of you."
"Baby I'm looking forward to it."
I gave him a look of exasperation then said, "On another topic… Honey, I was wondering…"
"Yes, what is it?"
"Bill really did a fantastic job and we could not have done this without him."
"Yes, I agree. He's one hell of a friend."
"That he is. I was wondering if there is anything you would like to share with him, as a gift, to thank him for doing this for us?"
Bill looked a little confused then he hit his forehead with the heel of his hand. "Shit, I forgot to get him anything. It totally slipped my mind. I'll get something later and he will…"
I put my index finger to his lips to quiet him and said, "Honey, you already have something right now you could give him and I'm sure he'd really appreciate it. He showed a lot of interest in it when he and I talked earlier."
Bill looked at me and it was as if a light had just been switched on. "You mean…?"
He stopped in mid-sentence and I nodded my head saying, "Honey, it's up to you, but if you wanted to thank him properly… Well, I just wanted to let you know it's entirely your decision, but I wanted to remind you that as of a few minutes ago, you now have something I think he might enjoy. It's something that belongs to you, so only you can offer it to him."
As if trying to make sure he understood, with a questioning look on his face he pointed at me. I nodded my head and said, "Don't you think he would enjoy you sharing what is now yours with him?"
Bill asked, "You would do that for me?"
"Honey, as I said, I now belong to you. I will do whatever you say. After all, what makes you happy makes me happy."
Once again Bill hugged me and said, "I need to talk to Roger. Don't wander off too far."
"Yes Sir," I said as I watched him make his way over to the table with the alcohol. I could see Roger standing there holding a drink in his hand. He was talking to Sara as Bill approached. Bill said something to Sara after which she headed off toward Kyle.
I watched as the two men talked then saw Roger look over at me and smile. I could read his lips as he smiled and said, "Really?" I saw Bill nod his head then Roger gave him a huge grin and said, "Thank You." Roger shook Bill's hand, then the two of them came over to where I was standing.
When they made their way to me Bill said, "Honey, Roger did such a great job and I wanted to show him just how much I appreciate him doing this for us in such a memorable way. I need for you to give Roger a tour of the house and make sure he sees the Master bedroom. Take your time, there's no hurry. While you are showing Roger around Sara, Kyle and I will enjoy the evening air. I told Roger how much we appreciate his contribution to our wedding and that this is my way of thanking him. I told him he could have anything and what's mine is his. Baby, make sure he gets ANYTHING he wants."
"Yes Sir, it will be my pleasure." As I took Roger's hand I put his arm around my waist and said, "Roger let me show you what Bill is very proud of," as I led him into the house. I glanced back and saw Sara and Kyle giving me knowing grins. Once we were inside I felt Roger's hand slip from my waist down across my buttocks cupping my ass in his hand. There was no doubt in my mind Roger was going to enjoy the gift my husband had given him.
A few steps inside the house Roger stopped, then turned me to face him. Scanning my body with his eyes, his eyes finally made they way above my nipples. He said, "That was one wedding I will certainly never forget. I'm so happy Bill asked me to officiate."
"Roger you have no idea how grateful I am to you for doing this for us. You need to know technically this is Bill's gift to you, but I hope you can tell how happy it makes me to be your gift. You heard Bill, anything you want is yours. Either tell me what you want or better yet, simply take what you want. Anything you see is yours to use and enjoy."
I saw a concerned look on his face as he said, "Kim, I detect there may be stuff going on here I as a judge have no business knowing about. I plan to enjoy this beautiful gift Bill has given me and not ask any questions. Please don't share any information with me I shouldn't know. Is that okay with you?"
"That's perfectly okay with me. I want you to know, you are my newest and dearest friend."
Roger was looking at my breasts. His eyes looked into mine as if questioning his next move. I smiled and nodded my head then said, "Anything Roger, take anything you want."
He smiled then looked back at my breasts and his hands moved to cup a breast in each hand then squeeze them as if they were melons he was comparing for firmness. He ran his thumbs across my nipples causing them to harden and at the same time eliciting a moan from me. He then moved his hands away and said, "If I understood Bill correctly you were going to show me the house and the master bedroom. Can we just start with you showing me the master bedroom? From the way Bill talked, it sounded like that's the best part of the house."
Taking his hand in mine I said, "Yes Sir I'd be happy to show you why he likes that part of the house the best. Right this way."
Once inside the bedroom I closed the door. The smile on Roger's face was priceless. It feels good to have a man look at me the way Roger was looking. There was no doubt in my mind this was a man who wanted me.
"Penny for your thoughts," I said.
Roger grinned then said, "Uh, I was just thinking how lucky Bill is and how fortunate it is for me that he asked me to be here today. I don't know if you believe me or not, but you're by far the sexiest woman I've ever met. I'm having a hard time believing this is actually happening."
I said, "Thank you and Honey, and it really is happening, believe it. This is absolutely real and I'm a real woman." I then reached to begin unbuttoning his shirt, but he stopped me. "Don't misunderstand, I do want to go there, but first let me just enjoy looking at you for a moment. Kimberly you truly are a beautiful creature and I feel so lucky to have met you."
Standing in front of him I felt his fingers gently caress my skin. To give him full access and show him he could touch me wherever he wanted, I put my hands behind my back holding one hand with the other like I had done when sucking Bill's cock at the end of the wedding ceremony. I closed my eyes to fully enjoy the sensation as his hands glided ever so gently over my breasts. He gently teased my nipples sending little jolts of pleasure directly to my clit. I couldn't resist and opened my eyes to see he was staring into my eyes. The way he was looking at me made me think of the way an art expert enjoys a masterpiece painting. I watched as his eyes rose from my breasts to my eyes. Looking into his eyes put me at ease. His eyes were those of a kind man, a man who made me feel comfortable in surrendering my body to him.
His stroking of my nipples changed and he was now taking the hardened nub between his forefinger and thumb rolling the hard little nub slowly increasing the pressure he was applying to my nipple. Again, I closed my eyes focusing on the sensations caused by his touch. The pressure he exerted on my flesh began to slowly increase. It was such a slow and steady increase of pressure I was able to adjust to it. I was beginning to feel a slight bit of pain, but the pain was mixed with pleasure. It was a delicious feeling I had not felt before, at least not like this. As the pressure he exerted on my flesh kept increasing I found myself pushing my chest against his hand until the pleasure was gone and it had become truly painful. I didn't say anything. I wanted to experience the sensation. I wanted to see how much I could take, but my face was evidently conveying the pain I was feeling.
Immediately upon seeing the pain reflected on my face he released my nipple then placing his mouth on the abused flesh bringing instant relief. With one hand he held the breast he was sucking while he moved his other hand over my tummy then lower to cup my bald mons and pussy lips. He commented, "I've never felt a woman whit such a soft pussy. His eyes were on mine as his fingers slipped between my legs. I adjusted my stance parting my legs further allowing him easier access. I felt him rub his finger along the crease from my clit to the tiny rosebud between my buttocks. His finger would circle my tiny hole then move slowly until it was back directly over my clit.
The sensation was very intense. He released the suction of his mouth on my nipple and looked up at me causing our eyes to once again connect. "I can't believe how wet you are. My friend is indeed a very fortunate man." I felt his thumb and forefinger close around my clit causing me to moan from the pleasure caused by the pressure he exerted on my sensitive little organ. His touch was nothing but pure pleasure. He didn't pinch my clit as he had my nipple.
"Do you mind if I put my fingers inside you?"
I was almost panting as I said, "Sir, I'm your gift to do with as you please. You don't have to ask for permission to do anything. Please just do whatever you want."
I groaned as I felt his fingers penetrate me. I almost had an orgasm feeling his fingers as they forced my lips to separeate and allow him entry into my body. "You feel so good. I can hardly wait to feel my cock in there. Do you want my cock inside you?"
"Yes Sir. Please. I want you. Please Sir." I knew I was begging and I didn't care. He had me so aroused I didn't care what he did, just as long as he fucked me.
"May I cum inside you?"
"Yes Sir. Inside a woman is the only proper place for a man's seed."
The smile on Roger's face told me Bill's gift was going to be very much appreciated. Roger stood and looked into my eyes. "Do you mind undressing me? I like for a woman to do that."
He had already removed his jacket. Without saying anything I knelt on the floor in front of him and began unfastening his slacks to reveal his manhood. With him naked from the waist down I liked the fact he was already hard. Looking up at him our eyes met as I touched my tongue to the drop of pre-cum that had formed on the end of his hard cock. His sharp intake of breath was all the motivation I needed to wrap my lips around his glans and flick my tongue across the sensitive flesh on the underside of his glans.
I was enjoying myself and not thinking of anything other than doing everything I could to make my new husband's best friend happy. I felt his hands on my shoulders as he said, "Kim, that feels wonderful, but what I really want is to feel my cock in your pussy."
"Of course. I'm sorry, but your cock tasted so good and I was enjoying myself so much, I wasn't thinking."
Standing I helped him finish undressing then asked, "How do you want me?"
"I'm pretty old fashioned. If you don't mind, on your back would be nice."
"Roger, anything you want is okay with me. I like a man who will dominate me, so on my back with my man on top of me is a favorite of mine. Do you want me to take off my heels? I know some men like them left on." I made sure to not mention to Roger that Kyle always wanted me to leave my heels on when he fucked me.
He said, "Oh fuck! No, those are the sexiest shoes I believe I've ever seen. Please leave them on." He then watched me as I climbed onto the bed. Positioning myself in the middle of the bed I looked over at him giving him a wink. His face lit up as he moved onto the bed. I had my legs spread wide open for him. He didn't need any direction as he positioned himself between my legs. He said, "I like the garter – very feminine and sexy." He then lowered himself onto me. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, but he had not yet entered me. Moving down my body he put his lips on my breast and sucked a hardened nipple into his mouth.
My nipples are very sensitive and I moaned when I felt his warm mouth on me. He lightly nipped my nipple with his teeth, making me giggle. I said, "Roger, you certainly know how to make a woman happy. I'm so happy Bill decided to share me with you."
"Sweetie, this whole day has been one for the record books," said Roger.
He moved back up my body. Raising himself up on his arms I felt his manhood press against me once again as he prepared to enter me. Roger looked down at my breasts then up into my eyes and said, "Kimberly you are so damn beautiful. I can't wait any longer, please put me inside you."
Reaching between our bodies with both hands I took hold of his hard shaft rubbing the glans through the slit between my lips coating it with my arousal. Positioning him between my lips at the entrance into me I said, "Okay, Baby you're ready. Just push that wonderful cock into me and I like a man to fuck me hard and fast."
He said nothing and I felt his body tense just before he buried himself inside me. I cried out causing him to freeze and immediately ask, "Did I hurt you?"
"No Baby, well yes but just a little. Trust me, it was a very good hurt. Please go on, Bill shared me with you for you to enjoy, please go on. Please, I need you to fuck me."
Roger needed no further encouragement or assurance of my well being. It was obvious he had been thinking about this a lot and was finally getting the chance to sample the charms of his friend's new wife. I was disappointed when after less than five minutes of hard thrusting his body stiffened and began pumping his semen in me. He said, "I'm so sorry. I wanted this to last much longer, but you are just too much for me."
"That's okay, it happens, but we don't have to go back outside right away, if you don't want to. Remember Bill said to take as long as you wanted. If you want, we can wait a few minutes and do it again."
"Kimberly, I would enjoy nothing more than to be able to do just that. Maybe a few years ago, but Honey at my age once is all I can do. It would take several hours before I could be ready again."
"I understand, but before we go back outside will you please allow me to clean you?"
He looked at me obviously not understanding what I had in mind. I said, "Stay in me as long as you want, there's no hurry, but when you are ready, pull your cock out of me and roll over onto your back. I'll show you then what I was talking about."
He did stay inside me until his cock had gone completely flaccid and slipped out of me. He rolled onto his back and I rolled onto my side taking hold of his cock with my hand. While holding his cock I gave him a kiss. I have always enjoyed holding a man's cock that has just been inside me. I like feeling the slick wetness of his semen combined with my arousal coating his flesh.
I began licking his nipples then kissed my way down to take him into my mouth. I felt his hands on my hair and heard him say, "No way! No woman has ever done this for me before."
I knew he said he couldn't do a repeat performance, but I was determined to try and get him hard again. I spent a long time working on his cock and even cleaned his balls. I realized regardless of what I did he was right; he wasn't going to get hard for me again anytime soon.
Moving back up I laid my head on his chest and said, "I hope you enjoyed Bill's gift. I'm so sorry you didn't get to enjoy it longer."
"Honey I will never forget this." He pulled me tight against his body and we lay there for another fifteen or twenty minutes. I was disappointed when he began moving and said, "We better get back outside. I don't want to keep you from your husband or the party."
I helped him put his clothes back on then escorted him back outside, still dressed in just my heels and garter belt. Before leaving the bedroom, I kissed him then took his hand and placed it on my ass cheek holding it there. I felt his hand grip my ass and said, "That's where a man's hand belongs." I was happy he left it there as we walked through the house and back outside. Before exiting the house I said, "Please leave your hand where it's at, I like the way it feels."
When we reappeared the three of them clapped and Bill came up to us asking Roger if he enjoyed his tour of the house. I didn't hear all of their conversation, but could hear bits and pieces as I heard Roger repeatedly thanking Bill and I heard him say he had never expected this was going to be such an amazing day. Roger did as I asked and didn't move his hand for a couple minutes, still gripping my ass for a while as he and Bill talked.
Later while we talked and drank Kyle was telling Roger about his photography hobby. I heard Roger ask Bill, "Would you mind if Kyle took a photo of your beautiful bride and me together?"
Bill said, "Of course not." He looked at Kyle and asked, "Kyle do you mind?"
Kyle didn't answer, but was up in a flash retrieving his camera. He posed Roger and me in front of a nice background. Roger stood next to me as Kyle was focusing his camera. I stepped in close to Roger pulling his arm around my waist. "Roger, I think we know each other well enough you can be a little more friendly."
He smiled and I felt his hand drop back down to my ass. He then looked at me and said, "I like having my photo taken with you."
I grinned and said, "Me too. That's perfect."
Kyle took several photos including one of me kissing his cheek and one of us kissing each other. Just before we finished Kyle said, "Roger let me get one last one of you holding one of Mom's tits."
Roger looked at me as if to ask permission. I grinned and said, "You wanted some keepsake photos. Kyle is a great photographer, I've learned to never second guess his ideas for posing."
Roger grinned and took hold of my breast. We both looked at the camera then Kyle said, "Roger, hold Mom's tit and give her a kiss." Roger did as instructed then thanked me several times. He told me he would cherish the photos and never show them to anyone. It was fun and I knew those photos would be in Roger's private collection for a very long time. I was happy Roger had enjoyed being a part of our wedding. As the party was winding down Sara said, "Dad, you need to throw Mom's garter. It's tradition."
Bill said, "There's only one unmarried man here, so why don't we let him help take it off."
Bill took me by the wrist and led me to a chair where he took a seat then patted his lap saying, "Honey sit on my lap." He then looked at my son saying, "Kyle you're not quite finished taking pictures. We have just a few more."
I wasn't sure what Bill had in mind, but sat on my husband's lap while my son took a few photos of us. I could only imagine how we looked with him in a formal tuxedo and me naked on his lap wearing only stilettos.
Bill then said, "Roger, the garter is yours, but you have to take if off Kimberly's leg using only your teeth to remove it."
I wasn't sure Roger would do it, especially with Kyle taking photos, but he didn't seem to mind. Once I saw he was going to play along, I fully expected him to lick my pussy or something, but he went straight for the garter and pulled it down my leg using only his teeth. When he had it off Kyle took a photo of Bill, Roger and me. Roger was holding his trophy, the garter, up for the photo.
Roger stayed until we were all exhausted and decided to go to bed. I spent the remainder of the party alternating between sitting on Bill and Roger's laps. I told Kyle with Roger here I had better not be too obvious with him. He said he understood and I promised, if Bill didn't mind, I would make it up to him later.
As exhausted as we all were Bill said, "I've got to get a piece of my sexy new wife's ass before we all go to sleep."
I was a little concerned upon hearing his announcement, but fortunately for me, he meant it figuratively and just wanted to fuck my pussy. Any other time I would have enjoyed him using my ass, but this one night I was tired and happy he wanted pussy.
Over the next few weeks I was able to sell my house and turn a nice profit. Kyle and Sara already had a nice home close to Bill's house, so they didn't need or want it. Kyle and I talked about all the memories we had made in that house, but agreed it was time to move forward with our lives.
The sale of the house would be final the following morning at the Closing. We would then hand over the keys to the new owners. I asked Kyle if he wanted to go with me while I made sure we had everything out of the house and everything was ready for the new owners. It was bitter sweet as we walked through one last time. We were leaving and preparing to lock the front door for the last time. I handed my son the keys and asked him to lock the door. As he pulled the door closed and was preparing to insert the key in the lock he commented saying, "Mom, I'll never be able to drive by this house without my cock getting hard. We made some amazing memories in this house. I'll always remember this was our home when I learned how deeply my mother loved me."
His comment really touched me. I felt the same way as the memories flooded my thoughts. Trying to lighten the mood I said, "Yea right, and this is also the house where I learned what a huge and handsome cock my son has." I laughed and gave his ass a playful slap. Turning toward me he took me in his muscular arms squeezing me tight saying "Mom, I love you so much. You will always be my first real love."
Right there on the front porch where anyone looking would have seen us, my son gave me a very passionate lover's kiss. Any of the neighbors who knew Kyle was my son would most likely have been shocked if they had seen us. The kiss Kyle gave me wasn't the kiss a son ever gives his mother.
Laughing and trying to catch my breath I was partly serious and partly joking as I said, "Maybe we should go back inside and make one last check just so we're sure we got everything." The look in his eyes told me we were thinking the same thing and I knew once we stepped back into that house we would be making at least one more memory.
Two hours later Kyle locked the door and we got in the car to drive away for the last time. Neither of us said anything nor did either of us look back at the house as we drove away.
Without including Sara or me in the discussion, Bill and Kyle decided they wanted to continue to share their wives with each other. The only stipulation was if the kids were trying to get Sara pregnant, Bill would still have access to her, but he would have to use a condom if he wanted her pussy. If he wanted to go bareback and not use a condom, he would be able to do that, but he would have to use her ass.
At least one or two nights a week Bill or Kyle will tell Sara and me it's time for us to trade beds with each other for the night. Kyle always wants his cock massaged by his mother's feet. I've taught Sara how I do it. She has practiced on both her father and Kyle and is really good, but Kyle says he prefers it when I do it. I suspect he likes my smaller feet and I've always been happy to give my son whatever it is he wants. Sara teasingly tells me I spoil him. I explain to her, he's an only child and it's common for an only child to be spoiled. She's always quick to remind me I now have a daughter who also likes being spoiled.
Bill and Kyle are both aware of and approve of the fact Sara and I spend a lot of intimate time together when they're gone. On the topic of girl-girl love Sara has taught me a lot and it's opened up a whole new world of pleasure for me. I never had a clue how much fun it would be having a daughter. Especially one who as uninhibited and pretty as Sara.
I've been prepared for Bill to share me with Roger again, but to my disappointment he hasn't done so yet. Roger does come over to the house and is always the perfect gentleman. It's obvious he enjoys seeing his buddy's wife naked. It should not be surprising that sometimes our conversations get a little wild, and even though I know Roger would love to put his cock in me again, he has never made any serious attempt to do so.
Bill has commented to me how it's obvious to him Roger enjoys seeing me naked. The large lump in Roger's pants never goes unnoticed by me. Sara has even commented on it, but each time I tease her saying it's her causing the bulge in his pants. I explain to her he likes her younger body and since we both live our lives in our own homes and each other's home naked or nearly naked, both of us are always nude when Roger visits.
One night, a month or so ago, Bill and I were laying in bed. As happens quite often, the topic of sex came up. I asked him if Roger had ever mentioned the night of the wedding. He said a few times when they had gone fishing Roger had brought it up and told him what a lucky man he is. I asked him if he ever intended on giving Roger another gift. He looked at me like he didn't understand what I was trying to say. It didn't take long before I saw he understood. That's when he asked me if this was something I wanted him to do.
"What I want or don't want doesn't matter. I belong to you and if you want to share me with him, I certainly would not object." I then said, "Honey, that's 100% your decision to make."
After thinking about what I said, he responded saying, "Roger and I are good friends and I really don't know of anything I need to give him a gift for, but you never know when that might change."
With my head on his chest I hugged him tight and said, "I'm sure you'll find an appropriate gift if the need should ever arise. I just wanted you to remember how much he enjoyed that last gift you gave him."
I felt his hand stroking my hair and heard him say in a low whisper, almost as if talking to himself, "Yes and I do know the perfect gift for my buddy when the need comes up."
Looking up at him I said, "You do know sometimes it's nice to share what you have with your friends for no particular reason at all, other than just to let them how much you value their friendship."
My husband smiled and said, "You make a very good point, and I really do value Roger's friendship. Maybe the next time he can…"
THE END
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed the story. As usual none of the characters in this story are real or based on any person living or deceased. The name of the boat is purely fictional. If a real person or vessel bearing the name(s) in this story exists it it entirely coincidental. This story is 100% pure fiction created in the mind of the author. Practicing in real life anything described in this story could be dangerous and/or health threatening. Read and enjoy, but please play safely.