{ASST} Sister_Turned_Mistress {Mr_Ed} (bg, bF, voy, inc, 1st, cons, group)

Disclaimer:
This story is entirely fiction, and has no basis or 
purpose other than to entertain.  It should not be 
read by any minor, for it is not intended as an 
instructional manual in sex.  If the idea of underage 
sex bothers you, do not read any further.


Sister Turned Mistress

by:  Mr. Ed

"Look!  The bottom line is you just can't come to our 
swimming hole with us, Susan," declared Bruce.  "You 
have the nice swimming pool to get into, but our place 
is not for you."

"That doesn't make any sense to me," she declared.  
"You guys can swim in the pool anytime you want, so I 
should be allowed to go swimming in a river you don't 
own.  It's not your property, so how can you keep me 
away?"

There seemed little choice but to explain why to 
Susan, and hope that would be enough to put an end to 
the argument.  "You might as well tell her, Bruce," 
offered Gordon, with this supported by murmurs from 
the other guys.

"Getting to the swimming hole is really hard, Susan.  
It means climbing, going through some rough bushes, 
and just doesn't seem to make any sense for a girl to 
go there, if you were able to get through," offered 
Bruce in his last effort to discourage her.

"You know I can handle rough stuff like that, and I 
want to spend time with you guys!" countered Susan.

"We don't wear anything when we are swimming, Susan!" 
declared Bruce finally.  "We go in naked, and 
sometimes guys get excited.  Girls just don't fit into 
the picture!"

"So that's it!" she declared at last, as if a light 
bulb had come on in her head.  "Now I understand!"

Bruce finally felt he had won the argument, and the 
guys were collecting their towels and preparing to 
leave.  There were about ten or eleven guys, apart 
from himself, that would be at the swimming hole at 
any one time, depending on who had other things to do 
that particular day.  All of them were between nine 
and twelve years old, and represented the guys from 
the entire district in which they lived.  Bruce 
happened to be one of the older at nearly thirteen 
years old, so he was looked to as one of their 
leaders.  He didn't feel like he was a leader; just 
that the younger seemed willing to follow his example, 
and they usually were able to have fun.

Heading out from his yard, they headed towards the 
river, and the climb necessary to get to their 
favourite place to swim, and where they could let a 
guy be a guy if he felt like it.  More than one had 
gone off to masturbate in the surrounding bushes, 
usually with one or two other guys encouraging him on, 
and to witness how far his seed would shoot out.  It 
had almost become an every time event for at least one 
guy to do it, although Bruce had not yet done that 
himself.  He had witnessed a couple of the older guys 
doing it, and knew he would have to some time soon.

The climb, as always, was not easy, and they knew that 
was good.  No one else came near the almost perfect 
swimming hole at the river bend because it was hard to 
get to.  They all got through, stripped naked, were in 
the water in short time and the horse play began.

Half an hour later, Bruce became the one to masturbate 
today, with the other guys all kneading him into it.  
Going to the traditional place, he began to pump his 
penis, closing his eyes to think about Susan stripped 
naked.  She was the best looking girl in the district, 
and the one he would think about when he did it 
himself alone in his bed.  It was his best chance to 
use her as his 'object of desire' now, thereby 
bringing him to a climax easily.  As he pumped, he was 
thinking about how he had witnessed her getting a 
spanking one day.  Her mother had pulled her over her 
knee, dropped her shorts and panties, and gave it to 
her good.  He had been there but had been forgotten in 
the heat of the moment, allowing him to see the bare 
ass of her then nine year old bum, and a little of her 
crotch down below.  By imagining his moving to a 
better vantage point, he wondered about the details of 
her crotch, and came.

The cheers for how far he shot his seed out were from 
all of the guys that had gathered around to watch.  At 
least it was over, he had done it now, so would not 
have to do it again for some time.  Now he could get 
back to the swimming, and forget the demonstration he 
had put on.  Mind you, the feeling he got doing it in 
front of the other guys was better than when he was 
alone.  It was kind of sexy having witnesses to his 
coming and not so bad now that it was done.

All too soon the time was getting on, and they had to 
get back, most of them for supper.  After drying off 
they got dressed again ready to begin the difficult 
return trip.  Splitting up as they reached logical 
disbursement points, guys headed their own directions.  
Bruce said goodbye to the last friend at his gate, as 
the one other had to go further down the road.  Susan 
was wearing a stupid big grin for some reason, but he 
ignored that, and went about hanging up his towel, and 
checking what was to eat this evening.


Supper was done, it was dark and Bruce was just coming 
back from having a pee out behind the house.  Susan 
came out the back door, saw him approaching and ran 
over to him.  Without a moments hesitation she pushed 
her front against him, and kissed him nicer than any 
other girl had ever kissed him before.  He was shocked 
by the event, but it felt nice to feel her against 
him, and to have kissed her like that.

"This is nice, but why?" asked Bruce, still hugging 
her lightly.

"Because I think you are the most handsome big brother 
any girl could ever have, and I love you!" she 
declared as she leaned forward and kissed him again.  
It was full on his mouth, and this time she made him 
open his mouth a little as they rubbed their lips 
together.  He had no control over his penis getting 
hard, but she pushed herself against it, and would not 
pull away.

"You are going to be upset with me, and I will give 
you a chance to get even, but I love you, and think 
you are the most handsome guy ever!" she told him.

"What did you do, Susan?" he demanded.  It had to be 
something bad, and he felt defensive.

"Remember, you're going to get even, so don't get too 
uptight," she cautioned.  "I followed you guys to the 
river, and saw what you did.  You were fantastic!"

Bruce started to say something, looked at her, pushed 
her away and left her standing there.  All he wanted 
to do was go to his room and hide.  His kid sister had 
watched him masturbate while he was naked!


By mid morning, Susan was well aware of his anger.  He 
had not said a single word to her, and had no 
intention of saying anything, no matter what she might 
say or do.  As a matter of fact, he wanted to get out 
of the yard, and not even have to look upon her.  Near 
the gate he was considering where he would go when she 
came up behind him.

"You can do anything you want to me, Bruce," she said 
from behind him.  "I'm so sorry I did it, and will do 
anything so you won't be so mad at me!"

"If you will do anything, then why don't you leave me 
alone?" he responded, as he started through the gate.  
He hadn't decided where to go, but needed to go 
somewhere.

"Please, Bruce?" she called as she dropped to her 
knees.

"Bruce!" called his mother.  "I don't know what Susan 
did to you, but talk to her.  Tell her why you are so 
mad at her.  Work it out!"

"She's a sneaky cheater, Mom!  I can't stand to even 
see her!" he declared.

"And I can see she regrets it, Bruce," replied their 
mother.  "I know, deep down, you still love her.  
Everyone makes mistakes, and needs to be forgiven!  
You've made a few mistakes yourself!"

"I'm going over to Gordon's for a few minutes, and 
will think about it, Mom.  All my chores are done, and 
will be back in time for lunch.  Okay?"

"Think hard about it, Bruce," she concluded.  "Go on 
now!"

Bruce jogged down the road, his anger seething, but 
his Mom's words were ringing in his head.  She really 
wasn't all that bad as a sister, often doing nice 
things for him.  It was just that what she did this 
time hurt his pride so severely, he didn't want to 
stop being angry.  Realizing this made it a little bit 
easier to ease the anger, but only a little.

Gordon had not even been home when he got there.  He 
had gone into town for his mother, and he had nobody 
to talk to about it.  Then again, if he told Gordon, 
then he would be angry for she must have seen him 
naked too!  Maybe it was just as well, he decided as 
he sauntered back home.

He was still a little way from the yard when Susan ran 
towards him.  Even his private thinking time was to be 
robbed of him by his sister!  He could see the dried 
streaks on her cheeks, for she had been crying.  Well 
she deserved to be upset for he was, and with better 
reason.

"Please, Bruce?" she begged as she came close enough 
to be heard.  "I'm so sorry, and you can get even with 
me anyway you want!"

"What you deserve is to be stripped naked and have 
your bare ass beaten in front of all the guys!" he 
declared.

"Would you talk to me afterwards?" she asked.

"Do you understand what I just said?" he demanded.

"I'd want to die, but if that's what it would take for 
you to forgive me, then do it!" she declared.

Bruce stopped and looked at her.  "I don't get it," he 
said.  "What's so important about me talking to you?  
You have all your girlfriends, so why don't you go 
talk to them?"

"They're only friends, but I love you, and would do 
anything for you, Bruce.  It hurts so bad when you 
won't talk to me!"

"I don't know what I want to do to you, Susan!" he 
exclaimed.  "For sure I've got to do something.  What 
you did is the worst thing that could ever happen to a 
guy!  Don't you ever say anything about what you saw 
to anybody...Mom included!"

"Oh, no!" she exclaimed.  "I'm sorry, Bruce!  Mom made 
me tell her!"

"Bruce!" called his Mom from the gate.  "Come on home, 
Son!"

"I think I want to kill you right now, Susan!" he 
declared as he headed towards his gate.  He could hear 
her walking a little way behind, and her crying again.  
What would he say to his mother now?

"Come on, Bruce," she called as they got closer.  
"We've got hot dogs to roast in the fire.  You like 
them!"

"You're still talking to me, Mom?" he asked.  "Big 
mouth told you what she saw, and you still are talking 
to me?"

"Making my big man his favourite lunch too," she 
pointed out as she put her arm around his shoulders.  
"Everything will be okay, Bruce, and I will always 
love you, no matter what you do!"

"You're something else, Mom," he stated.  "Thanks!"

"What you did is part of your natural development, 
although in front of others is a bit surprising.  From 
what I hear, I have to be proud of your size, but I'm 
always proud of my boy, turning into a man.  Just take 
it a little easy on Susan.  She's really sorry for 
what she saw!"

"Excuse me, Mom," he said as he turned about and 
walked over to Susan.

"I'm still pissed with you, Susan," he said, "but come 
on.  I'm going to get even with you, but you're not so 
bad to have as a kid sister.  Let's go have lunch!"

Susan sank down to her knees again in front of him, 
and said, "I'm really sorry, Bruce, and thank you for 
talking to me again."

"Get up and come on," he said, taking hold of her arm.  
They joined their mother, and headed for the promised 
lunch.

During lunch, Susan remained glued to him like his 
shadow.  The only exception was when he was about to 
get another hot dog, and she went for it first.  She 
even knew what he liked to put on it, and did it for 
him, leaving her own to get cold while she took care 
of his.

"Thanks for this," he said as she handed it to him.  
"I could have managed it, and yours is getting cold."

"I don't care, Bruce," she said taking up hers and 
sitting back at his side.  After she took a bite, she 
mumbled something he couldn't understand, but let it 
pass.

Mom came over and sat opposite him when he was 
swallowing the last bite of lunch.  "Have you decided 
what you want to do to Susan for revenge?" she asked.

"What she deserves Mom, is to be stripped naked, and 
have her bare ass beaten in front of all the guys she 
was spying on.  She knew we went swimming naked and 
deliberately spied on us.  Don't worry, though that 
can't happen for it would mean the other guys would 
find out she spied on them, and I don't want her to be 
hurt by them."

"I can understand your anger, for your pride has been 
hurt.  If that is what would make you feel better, why 
don't you do that to her here at home where it is just 
the two of you?"

"You'd let me strip and beat her?" he asked.

"She certainly deserves something for she was 
deliberate about it.  Yes, I'd allow you to do that!"

"I don't like the idea of the beating, but would live 
with it, Bruce," said Susan, "just as long as you 
would talk to me afterwards.  I'm really sorry, and I 
know I shouldn't have followed you like that."

"Well, I've got to do something, so finish your lunch 
and let's get it over with.  To be honest, I hate 
being so angry too!  We usually have more fun together 
than any other time.  You should watch though, Mom.  I 
don't want to get carried away and hurt her too much."

"Come on, Susan," said their mother.  "If Bruce is 
going to let me be there, then I can at least hold 
your hand."

Something had changed in how his mother was treating 
him, and Bruce could not identify what or why.  All he 
knew was it was different, and rather nice in some 
way.  He watched Susan's bum as she walked ahead of 
him to the house beside his mother, knowing he would 
be seeing it and beating her in a few minutes.  
Actually, even though he was still so angry, he felt a 
little sorry for her, knowing how it would hurt.

Standing in the living room, Susan was whimpering as 
she undressed.  Mom got out the belt that she had made 
them feel on some occasions, and handed it to Bruce.  
Then she went over to her naked daughter, led her 
towards the chesterfield, and got her to lay down on 
her belly.  All during that time she held Susan's 
hand, taking hold with both of hers as she sat down on 
the floor beside her.  Susan was still whimpering as 
he went over to stand beside the chesterfield.

Bruce brought the belt down across her bare bum three 
times in quick succession, using up the anger he felt 
inside.  As he was about to bring down the fourth, he 
looked at her red bum, and heard her crying so deeply.  
Lowering the belt, he threw it across the room, and 
knelt down beside Susan's shoulders, near where their 
Mom was.

"Are you okay, Susan?" he asked.  "I know you deserved 
it, but now I'm sorry I did it to you!"

"Will you forgive me now, Bruce?" she asked when she 
turned her face to him.

"Yea," he agreed.  "I suppose we are even now.  By the 
way, you sure are pretty now that you have breasts.  
I'm glad I got to see them and all of you!"

"Oh, Bruce!" she exhaled as she got up.  She came down 
to sit on his lap on the floor, and wrapped her arms 
around his neck before kissing his lips.  "I love you, 
and even if you want to give me another, I'm glad I 
saw what you did.  I'm so proud to be your kid 
sister!"

"I love you too, Sis," he replied.  "Is your bum okay 
now?"

"Burns like pepper," she told him.

"Don't make me feel guilty, because I'm not going to 
kiss it better," he stated emphatically.

"To bad," she said.  "It would help if you did!"

"You'd better get dressed again soon," he said.  "I 
can't handle looking at such a pretty girl."

"I can tell since I feel it," she said, glancing down 
to her lap.  "Would you put up with another kiss like 
before?"

"I just beat your bum and you're talking to me like I 
was your very best friend in the world!" he exclaimed.  
"You're weird!"

"Well you are, and I don't care if that makes me 
weird."  Leaning forward the kiss was opened mouthed, 
long and passionate, but very, very stimulating as his 
penis jumped against his pants, and her leg.

"Get dressed before Mom needs to give me a beating, 
Susan," he said.

"Why would I want to beat you, Son?" asked his mother.

"Because of what I'm thinking about my sister," he 
admitted.  "Please understand it really is very sexy 
to see her like this, now that she looks so sweet."

"Stay where you are, Susan," instructed their mother.  
"I think I have something I should tell you both.  The 
time has come it seems."

"Now you have my attention, Mom," said Bruce.  "This 
sounds serious!"

"In one way it is," she agreed, "but in others, it's 
not.  You see, you were too young to remember, but 
Susan is not your sister.  She was brought to me when 
she was less than a year old, and her real mother is 
overseas.  I've been bringing her up since she was a 
baby.  You're still my baby, Susan.  Don't worry about 
that, for you always will be!"

"I've got two Mommies?" she asked, holding onto Bruce 
tighter than before.

"I'll always be your 'Mommy' Susan," she replied.  
"You do have another though.  She was my best friend 
when we were young, and decided to leave you with me 
when you were just a little baby.  Ever since she went 
abroad, she's been sending me money and hearing about 
you.  She will come back one day, and want to see her 
little daughter.  I think she will be so pleased at 
how nice you turned out!"

"Oh, shit!  That means...Oh, Lord, I'm sorry Mommy, I 
didn't mean to swear like that!"

"It's okay, Susan.  What does it mean to you?"

"That means Bruce is not my brother!"

"You don't want to be my sister?" he asked.

"Not when it means I can't have sex with you!" she 
declared.

"What?" demanded Bruce.

"Susan knows she is not related directly with you, 
Bruce," said their mother.  "She knows she shouldn't 
make love to her brother, but you are not her 
brother!"

"So you are going to let us have sex together?" he 
asked, not believing what he was hearing.

"I knew it would happen one day.  Susan loves you 
better than anyone else, Bruce, and I know you love 
her too.  Yes, I'm going to let you two have sex 
together, do what is necessary to keep Susan from 
getting a baby too soon.  I had you too early in my 
life, Son, but you may enjoy her as a woman.  You are 
both ready to experience the joy of sex."

Bruce and Susan stared at each other, each taking a 
turn glancing at their mother, and then looked back at 
each other.  Both their minds were reeling from the 
new understanding they had, and trying to grasp the 
implications for their future.  Reaching up, Bruce 
stroked Susan's face, and as his gaze went down to 
look at her nudity, she pulled back enough for him to 
see clearly.  As his gaze returned to her face, she 
pulled back close to him, and rested her head on his 
forehead.

"Wow!" she exclaimed.

"Wow for true!" he responded.  "You're not kidding are 
you, Mom?" he asked turning to her.

"No, my beautiful baby boy!  I'm not kidding!"

"Do you have to call me that, Mom?" he asked with a 
smile.  "I'm not thinking like a baby now!"

"You're thinking like a man, and I'm as jealous as 
hell!" she replied.  "I'm pretty certain that Susan is 
interested right now, you have the time necessary, and 
I'm here to be able to help Susan when she needs the 
help."

"You feel like making love to me, Susan?" asked Bruce.

"I'm ready to become a woman...your woman whenever you 
want me, Bruce," she replied.

"Maybe I should kiss your ass better," he suggested as 
a joke.

"I'd love if you did, Bruce," she responded seriously.  
"Any place you want to kiss!"

"Care to give me that talk now, Mom?" he asked.  "I 
know I want to do things with Susan, but don't know 
much about doing them."

"Slap my hand for me, Bruce," instructed his mother as 
she held it palm up towards him.

"What is this for?" he asked as he put his hand into 
hers.

"For being too shy to have told you already," she 
said, holding his hand nicely.  I'm not so experienced 
as a mother as I should be."

"But I think you are the greatest, Mom!" he exclaimed.

"Me too," supported Susan.  "You'll always be my Mom 
to me, Mom!"

"Okay then you know what the breasts are for, don't 
you Bruce.  Wait, I shouldn't presume that.  The 
breasts are grown so that a woman can feed a child 
after it is born.  They change and get bigger while a 
woman is pregnant, called lactating, and when the baby 
is born, then she can get milk from them, just as both 
of you got milk from me."

"You had me to your breasts, Mom?" asked Susan.

"Yes," she confirmed.  "I was already prepared since I 
was still feeding Bruce, so when you came along; you 
were all too ready to suck on them.  Some of my best 
memories are from feeding you two.  Now, when a mother 
is not feeding a baby, the breasts are still a very 
sensitive organ, and touching them, especially at the 
nipples will arouse any woman.  To have them held, 
caressed, or kissed is a wonderful experience for any 
sensual woman."

"You mean like this?" asked Bruce as he placed his 
hand on Susan's breast.

"Oh, yes, like that," confirmed Susan as she put her 
head back.  "Play with it for me, Bruce!  It feels so 
good!"

"I've wanted to do this since I first saw that they 
were growing on your chest, Susan," he told her.

"They could have been yours any time you wanted them 
Bruce," she declared, "even when I didn't know it was 
alright to let you."

"I've seen that you have already discovered how 
sensitive your lips are, and are doing fine in 
learning about that.  You might want to use your 
tongues sometime to make it even better.  More 
important, though is the girl's crotch and what is 
there, and how it works.  Are you going to let me 
teach Bruce using you, Susan?"

"For sure, Mom," she declared.  "Oh, I'm going to like 
this part."

"Sit up on the chesterfield, darling," instructed 
their mother.

"Something tells me you won't be the only one to like 
this part, Susan," declared Bruce.  "Look at you, so 
sexy!"

"This entire area is known as the groin, or crotch, 
and anyplace down here is sensitive to the touch, some 
places more than others.  These two folds of skin, 
here and here, are the vulva lips.  They have a more 
proper name, but that's what I call them.  Now, when 
you spread them apart, you can see this fold of skin 
coming down the middle.  It's the clitoris, sometimes 
called the clit.  As you can see, it is very sensitive 
to touch, and Susan would really enjoy having it 
played with.  Down here at the bottom is where her 
urine comes out.  I think you can see her little hole 
up there, can't you?"

"I can see everything down there, Mom," he said.  
"Actually I feel like I'm seeing something I shouldn't 
see."

"It's okay, Bruce," exclaimed Susan.  "I don't mind 
you seeing me down there or anywhere!  Having you 
look, and when Mommy touches me, makes it feel 
wonderful!"

"Down here you see her anus, which I'm sure you call 
her asshole," said Mom.  "It is possible to insert 
your penis in there to have sex, but it is much 
tighter, and unless she is very excited, it would be 
very tight to go in.  Some girls like it up there, but 
not all."

"Moving back to the most important place to any man is 
her vaginal opening.  This is where your penis will go 
in.  Now see inside here?  This piece of skin, right 
here, is call the hymen, or the cherry.  To have sex 
in a girl means it must be broken, and will hurt the 
girl when it breaks.  When it is broken, the opening 
goes much deeper, and way up inside is her cervix and 
inside there is her womb.  It's in the womb where a 
baby grows for about nine months, and them is born 
through this same opening."

"Is that on opening under the hymen?" asked Bruce.

"Yes, and that is how a girl on her menstrual period 
can insert a tampon.  You've seen the ones I use, and 
asked me about them one day, Bruce."

"In the little cardboard tubes?" he asked.

"That's the one," she confirmed.

"No wonder you wouldn't let me play with it, Mom," he 
said.  "I'm sorry!"

"You were curious, and thought it was a toy," she 
replied.  "That's nothing to be sorry about."

"But if that could go in a girl before sex, then a 
finger could also fit up in there," he observed.

"Yes, it can, and that's what Susan, and every other 
virgin girl does to herself, just like when you pumped 
your penis to make you excited."

"Girls feel the same thing a guy does?" he asked.

"It's a little different, but she sure does," 
confirmed their mother.

"My legs are getting really tired, Mom," reported 
Susan.  "May I put them down for a few minutes?"

"You should be able to hold them up longer than that, 
Susan," she advised.  "Yes darling, set them down for 
a little."

"Why do I need to hold them up longer, Mommy?" asked 
Susan when she was sitting up.

"You want your man to be inside you as long as 
possible, so you need to hold them up to get him in 
the deepest he can go and the longest he can stay."

"Any chance I could feel what it's like to put a 
finger up inside?" asked Bruce.

"Oh, would you, Bruce?" asked Susan.

"Susan is willing, so go ahead, Son," suggested his 
mother.

As Bruce went back up onto his knees, Susan lay back 
once again; her legs raised high in the air.  Bruce 
looked, leaned over and placed a kiss on her vulva 
lips, to the surprise of both Susan and their mother.  
Then he brought his finger up to the opening.  Using 
his other hand, he spread the opening somewhat, saw 
where he was thinking of, and pushed his finger down 
under her cherry, going on in as deep as he could get.  
Susan was moaning, but somehow Bruce knew it was not 
from pain, but pleasure.

"Okay, Susan, thanks.  I'm going to pull it out now," 
he told her.

"Please, Bruce, not yet!" she begged.  "Keep it in 
there just a little longer.  I'm going to come any 
moment."  Bruce somehow knew, so he pulled it back 
almost out, and then pressed it back up inside.  Susan 
immediately began moaning and pounding the 
chesterfield with her little fists.  Her opening 
became even more open, and he knew she was feeling the 
equivalent of when he came and shot out his semen.  
The only difference was she was getting wetter in her 
vagina, instead of squirting all over the place like 
he would.

"You gave Susan a climax, Bruce," offered their 
mother.

"Just like she witnessed in me," he said.  Leaning 
down, he kissed both of the cheeks of her bum, for he 
had beaten it for watching him come, but she didn't 
deserve it.

"Why did you kiss her butt?" asked Mom.

"To make it feel better since I beat her a few minutes 
ago!" he replied.

"Susan is a very lucky girl to have a young man like 
you, Son," commented Mom.

"I'm the lucky one, sitting here with a finger up in 
her cunt," he declared.  "Is it alright to call it 
that, Mom?"

"When you are sharing intimate moments like this, then 
you sometimes use those terms," she told him.  Just 
not outside of those times, though."

"As soon as Susan is ready, I'm going to need to go 
and masturbate, Mom.  Doing this, it's just so damn 
sexy, I have to!"

"Susan might want to help you, Bruce," suggested Mom.

"May I, please, Bruce?  You could come in my mouth, 
ass or cunt if you wanted," offered Susan.

"Are you going to let me, Mom?" asked Bruce.

"If you will do it right here, I'd be grateful," she 
replied.  "I'd love to see you love your sister, and 
have your first sex in her."  As she was speaking, she 
started to undo his shirt.

Bruce pulled out of Susan, stood up and started 
undoing his pants as his Mom removed his shirt.  
Moments later, he was naked, had guided Susan to turn 
length ways on the chesterfield, and was climbing over 
her.  Mom took hold of his penis, changed where it was 
pointing a little, and as he kissed the lips of Susan, 
he pressed down inside her a little, feeling the 
barrier.

"I guess this is going to be the hurt time, Susan," he 
warned her.

"It can't be worse than the beating, Bruce," she said.  
"Do it!"

With a sustained push, he was suddenly free, and deep 
inside her, resting his belly against hers.

"That did hurt a little," she reported, her head 
turned away.

"You're a woman now, Susan," reported their mother.

"Want me to come out?" asked Bruce.

"No!" exclaimed Susan.  "Please, no!"

"I was going to kiss it better for you," he said.

"Do that later," she suggested.  "Just fuck me now, 
please Bruce.  I want to feel you inside me, just like 
it is right now."

Bruce began to pull out slowly, returning inside just 
a little faster than he pulled back.  He heard her 
moan and cry out with the satisfaction she felt.  
Feeling at liberty, he did the next pull and push a 
little faster, getting the same moan of satisfaction.  
Slowly he built up his speed, until he could go no 
faster.

"It's so good, Mommy!" exclaimed Susan.

"I know, baby," she replied.  "You're so lucky to have 
a young man like Bruce!  I'm jealous!"

"I'm going to come!" she exclaimed.

"Let it go, Susan!  I'm coming too!" exclaimed Bruce.  
Suddenly, all his muscle control was gone, and his 
weight was down on Susan.  Try as he might, he could 
not get back up, and quit trying when she wrapped him 
tight with her arms.  Nothing before, including in his 
imagination, matched up with what he felt at that 
moment.

Some two to three minutes later, his effort to keep it 
inside his girl were abandoned, and it slipped out, 
soft and limp.  He had spent the time from finishing 
his climax until then telling Susan how wonderful she 
and the act were, and how he wanted to share many such 
times with her again.  Now the two sat up, close to 
each other, and shared a couple of kisses.

"Come on, Susan," instructed their mother.  "It's time 
to fix you up so you will be able to do this again as 
often as the mood takes you."

"May I come with you, Mom?" asked Bruce.  "I don't 
want Susan to leave me right now."

"Yes, Bruce," she replied.  "Come and see what a girl 
has to go through for her man."

Bruce got to witness the douche that Susan got, and 
then the insertion of an I U D into her so she would 
not get pregnant.  He had a hard time understanding 
how it might work, and ended up leaving it as 
something to accept, rather then something to 
understand.


From that night forward, they shared the same bed, and 
a lot of sex.  There was never any hesitation to 
perform the act where the mood took them, and Mom was 
a frequent witness to the event.  After they had made 
love on the living room floor in front of her, Bruce 
came to realize the extent of his mother's frustration 
at watching and not having her own man.  Sometime a 
little later, he made love to his mother, finally 
relieving her frustrations.  After that, it became 
three way sex, with either or both the ladies 
receiving his penis inside one of their three orifices 
very regularly.