Previous chapters in order of publication:

Day 1 - Thursday evening
Day 2 - Friday mid-morning
Day 2 - Friday afternoon
Day 2 - Friday evening
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"Revelation: Day 3 - Saturday mid-day" (chiefx39)(5/?){inc MF oral}

I felt someone shaking me.  I opened one eye and there was Kate,
kneeling by the bed.  She smiled at me and whispered, "Morning sunshine,
come on down and have some coffee with me and let's take a dip and have a
chat."

   It is very rare when I get up before Karen.  I turned and looked over at
her and she was definitely sleeping soundly as evidenced by that little
soft snore that indicates she is deep into REM sleep.  I looked back at
Kate, smiled and nodded.  She put her finger to her lips to tell me to be
quiet and stood up and crooked her finger for me to follow her to the
bathroom.

   I got up and followed her.  When I closed the door she walked up to me
and pulled my head down for a kiss.  Let's grab a cup of coffee and hit the
pool for a couple of laps and then I want to talk with you."

   "Ok, but I gotta pee first.  Will you excuse me?"

   She nodded and, expecting her to leave the bathroom I walked over to the
commode and lifted the toilet seat.  The next thing I knew I heard, "I'll
give you a hand," coming from right behind me.  The next thing I knew Kate
reached out and took a soft hold on George and aimed him at the commode. 
Now, it is possible for me to pee with an EMHO, which is essentially
nothing more than a piss hardon but with Kate holding on to me, it was soon
going to change to a full hardon and I would not be able to urinate.

   "Kate, if you don't let go, I won't be able to pee."

   She just smiled at me and reached over and turned on the tap in the
sink. "I love holding a man when he pees, it's sexy.  Just close your eyes
and think about the sound of the water.  You'll be okay."

   Well, I had to pee and what did I have to lose so, I did and I was.  As
I thought about the water I had no problem letting go.  I kept my eyes
closed and trusted that Kate would aim me in the right direction. 
Everything was going smoothly until, as the flow slowed down and I was just
about finished, she started to stroke me, probably to milk out the last of
the urine.  However, misinterpreting Kate's actions George awoke, and
stretched and a few drops fell on her hand.  Letting me go, she reached
over to the sink and rinsed her hand.  Then she took a washrag and wet it
with warm water, came back, put the top toilet seat down and softly began
washing George off and he was now fully awake!

   When she felt that George was satisfactorily clean, she put the washrag
back in the sink and looked up at me as she stroked me.  With a grin she
put her head down and slowly inserted my cock into her mouth.  I could not
believe that she almost had all of it in her mouth before she slowly moved
her head back until he popped out.  She did this two or three times and
then put her hand on my chest and gently pushed me backward a few feet. 
She stood up, reached down, lifted the top toilet seat and sat down.  She
looked at me and said, "Kneel down, you can see better." See what better?

   I knelt down and she spread her legs wide over the toilet seat and said,
"Now I gotta pee." She reached down with both hands and spread her pussy
lips and leaned back slightly so that I had a really good view.  I had
never really watched a woman urinate.  Oh, I had seen Karen pee but not in
a way that I would call sexy.  This was sexy.  For some reason I found it
very erotic.  I found myself rubbing the top of her thighs while she
urinated.  When she finished she said, "Now, you clean me off."

   I took the washrag and, just as carefully as she had cleaned George, I
cleaned Lucy.  She leaned back fully and moved her hips even more toward
me. I took my time and made sure that all parts of her pussy were clean
enough to eat off of and I repaid her kindness of a moment ago by leaning
in and licking up and down her pussy several times.

   Kate reached down, lifted my head up and said, "That was fun, we should
do that every morning." She leaned over and kissed me.  "I'll meet you in
the kitchen after you have finished freshening up."

   About 10 minutes later, after showering and shaving, I walked into the
kitchen to the delightful smell of coffee and the beautiful sight of a
naked Kate sitting at the kitchen table.  I smiled at her and went up to
her leaned down and kissed her and took the opportunity to stroke her
breast and tweak her nipple.

   Sitting down and pouring myself a cup of coffee, I took a sip and leaned
back in my chair and said, "Okay, you got me up at an ungodly hour for
what, a dip in the pool?"

   "I wanted to talk with you, just you and me.  I thought this might be a
good opportunity."

   "Sounds mysterious, is something wrong?

   "No, sweetie, nothing is wrong.  Let's get wet." With that she stood up
and took my hand, I wasn't finished with my coffee so I took the cup and
went with her out onto the deck and we moved toward the pool.

   Kate let go of my hand and dove in.  I finished the last of the coffee
and slowly climbed down the ladder into the pool.  "Damn, woman, this water
is cold!"

   "You wussey, it's invigorating.  Wakes you up.  You'll get used to it in
a minute."

   "Invigorating, hell.  George has gone into hiding!"

   "I'll bet I can find him if you want."

   "Not right now.  First let me stop shivering and then you can tell me
what you think is so important that I had to give up my hard earned sleep."

   "Not until you swim a few laps.  You need some exercise; you're starting
to get pudgy.  I like my lovers, lean, mean and hard."

   "With you, Mom and Karen, hard is the easy part."

   She laughed and began to stroke down the length of the pool.  I am not
much of a swimmer.  I can hold my own but Kate does this almost every day
and the woman is in great shape and fast.  I have to admit I liked the view
from behind her.  Watching her I suddenly realized that I could be a
sailboat as my centerboard was fully extended.

   After several laps, I just stood in the shallow end and watched her make
two more laps before she pulled up and stood next to me.  "I guess you want
another cup of coffee don't you?"

   "Always." We got out of the pool, toweled off and went into the kitchen,
sat down at the table and poured ourselves some more coffee.

   "First, I want you to know how much I have enjoyed these last two days
and that I look forward to many more just like them.  I dearly love you and
your mother.  I hope that you can accept everything that you have found out
about your Mom, Karen and me.  We never wanted to exclude you but were
worried about what your reaction would be.  I could not be happier to have
you as a son-in-law and lover."

   What in the hell kind of response can you make to that except thank you?

   "Kate, I have to admit that all this is still a little strange, nice,
but strange.  To paraphrase Jimmy Carter, I admit to having lusted after
you in my heart.  But now I can lust after you openly.  I like that.  And I
love you too Kate, I have since the first time we met.  You are a beautiful
person and a damned pretty and sexy woman."

   "Thank you, sweetie.  Any other time and I would climb on your lap and
we could play love games.  But, not right now.  There are still some things
you need to know, one of which is the security system that was mentioned
yesterday.  You don't know it but we are being recorded as we sit here. 
Oh, don't bother looking around; you probably won't see the cameras.  Get
your coffee mug and take a walk with me and I will explain."

   As we walked out of the kitchen Karen explained, "I have security
cameras in every room of the house, several common areas of the house, and
covering selected portions of the grounds.  I tape everything in those
areas 24 hours a day.  The cameras automatically switch to EAL mode
(Enhanced Available Light) when it becomes too dark in a room or outside as
the light fails.  You will be amazed at the quality of the video these
cameras can produce." She turned to look at me, "Right now you are
thinking, was everything we did over the past two days recorded?  It was."

   We walked through the lounge, down the hallway into the new wing and
into Kate's office.  She crossed over to her desk, opened a panel on the
top and made an entry on a keypad.  Behind her desk a lock clicked and a
door popped open a crack.  The door had nothing on it to indicate that
there was anything special behind it but perhaps a storage closet.  She
straightened up and said to me, "This is the door to the security office.
It can only be opened by entering a coded number sequence into that keypad
on this desk or on one I have concealed in my suite." She opened the door
fully and indicated that I was to go in.

   I had only been in Kate's office and the studio a couple of times over
the years but you would think that I would notice a 9x12 room appended onto
the rear of her office.  Inside the room there were no windows and no other
door.  This was the only entrance.  As Kate dialed up the lighting I saw
along the left wall a bank of recorders several of which were outlined in
red.  The wall facing the door was covered with monitors that were not
turned on, 10 of the monitors were also outlined in red.  The right wall
contained storage racks with what appeared to be several hundred oversized
videocassettes of a type I had not seen before.  The wall containing the
entry door had four heavy-duty cabinets, two on either side of the door.

   Approximately 5 feet into the room in the center of the floor facing the
monitors was a large U-shaped desk that had a partially recessed monitor in
the center section with a keyboard, a mouse and a joystick.  On the left
wing of the U was a bank of push buttons that I found out were used to
control the functioning of each recorder.  On the right wing of the U was a
double bank of push buttons used to control the functioning of the cameras
and monitors.  Also in the room, pushed off to the side were four rolling
storage carts designed to hold fifty of the oversized cassettes.  This was
not your run of the mill domestic security system.  This was a serious
system that had the appearance of being a tailored custom system.

   Kate explained that for each camera there was a recorder and a monitor
but that 10 of those recorders outlined in red were additional, backup
recorders.  At the time it was installed, Kate had cameras operating in
every room and area in the house, bathrooms and bedrooms included. 
However, she had switches installed in those two areas permitting anyone
who knew about them to turn the cameras off for privacy.  Several years
later, Kate also had a monitored alarm type security system installed as
well and she disabled the cameras in the bedrooms and bathrooms although
the cameras and kill switches were still operable if she chose to
reinitialize them.

   Kate pointed out that everything was labeled with a one, two or three
letter and two number designations.  The letters indicated which room or
area the cameras were surveilling and the numbers indicated the number of
that camera in that room or area.  L01 = Living room camera 1, K02 =
Kitchen camera 2, LO04 = Lounge camera 4, ST09 = Studio camera 9, etc.  All
in all, the operation of the system was fairly simple and straightforward.
The letter/number designation applied to the cameras, monitors and
recorders.  She sat down at the desk and using the computer turned on the
monitors and indicated those that served the four cameras in the lounge. 
She called me up to the desk and activated the monitor on it and then using
the keyboard typed in the designation of a monitor on the wall.  The master
monitor screen on the desk displayed what was also being shown of the
monitor on the wall.  She explained that audio was also available for each
camera but since the audio was sound actuated and since no one was in the
lounge, we wouldn't hear anything.

   Kate entered some keystrokes on the keyboard and picking up the
joystick, showed me how it was possible to swivel the cameras in a limited
range up (only the ceiling was visible), down (about a 50 degree angle)
right and left (almost 90 degrees each) and zoom in and out.  In most of
the rooms each camera's view overlapped at least one other that guaranteed
a full 360-degree coverage of the room.  When the system was in full
automation and not being directed by a human being, each of the cameras was
zeroed in to a specific point in the room or area calculated to permit
maximum surveillance of that room or area and automatically returned to
that zero point.

   I asked Kate about the remaining recorders outlined in red.  She
explained that in the production studio there were 10 cameras.  The
monitors outlined in red indicated those cameras and 10 of the recorders
outlined in red were also for those cameras.  She explained that the tapes
for the studio cameras were never recorded over if it contained video of
one of her commercial or private recording sessions.  Every tape containing
such sessions could be saved if she wished.  If they were saved they were
kept in one of the combination locked storage cabinets along the wall
behind the desk.  Under normal conditions, when there were no commercial or
private sessions in the studio, the tapes would be recorded over just as
any of the other tapes would be.  However, to ensure that this did not
happen, there was a switch in the studio that Kate could activate that
would prevent the recorders from re-recording the tape.  Once the switch
was thrown when the designated recorders reached the end of the current
tape, they would transfer the signal to one of the 10 backup recorders. 
The only catch to the system is that Kate must remember to remove the tapes
from the recorders and replace them with fresh ones and to reset the
system. Kate pointed out that unless the switch was activated, the
recorders functioned exactly the same as all the others and began recording
over the tapes every 120 hours.  The tapes did not need to be rewound since
they were on a continuous loop.  The remaining 10 recorders outlined in red
were backups and could be used, if necessary, to backup any camera in the
house.

   Continuing with her explanation of the system, Kate noted there were 111
cameras on the property.  Most of the cameras were concentrated on the
house, pool house, garage and pool areas but she also had cameras on the
grounds in carefully selected areas to safeguard the house.  Several of the
outdoor cameras were capable of both image enhancement and thermal imaging.

   Several years ago, when technology permitted, in addition to the camera
based security system Kate also had a very sophisticated monitored alarm
system installed and hooked directly into the county Sheriff's office.  She
paid a county assessment of $12,000 a year to have that connection to the
Sheriff's office with the expected response time for an alarm between 4-7
minutes.  Kate considered it money well spent since twice in the past 10
years there had been an intrusion on the property and both times the
sheriff's men arrived and took the men into custody before they could enter
the house.  Both had been convicted based on their presence on the grounds
and the film showing their entry to the grounds.

   To say I was impressed would be a gross understatement.  Working for a
governmental agency that often handles classified projects, I have some
feeling for security systems.  While this did not rise to that caliber it
was, nonetheless a most sophisticated system for a domestic installation.
"Kate, is it really necessary to go to such lengths on a security system?
Is there something you are not telling me?"

   "Ken, I am worth a bit of money.  However, besides us, the main thing
that I am trying to protect is this property.  We occupy an area that is
highly desired by both local government and private concerns.  I have spent
a bunch of money over the past several years fighting takeovers by these
people.  While the local government has been tenacious, they have also
stayed within bounds and tried to obtain the property legally.  The private
concerns are another matter.  There are unscrupulous people who will do
virtually anything they can to obtain what they want.  The people that
tried to invade my space were, not so we can prove it, working for one of
these private concerns.  I felt that prevention is the best way.  I
acquired these systems and made sure that these private concerns knew about
them and how effective they are.  Since I have had them installed, I have
not had any more trouble from them that my lawyers can't handle.  It is
money well spent.  I have a security consultant that is responsible for
ensuring that my system is in perfect operating order and is up-to-date
with the latest in technology.  I trust his judgment implicitly since he is
a second cousin.  Keep it in the family I always say." And she laughed and
patted George.

   "Well, if you feel that this is necessary, I guess it is.  I'm sorry
that you have had to go to such extremes though."

   "No big deal.  I spend my money as I want to and as I think necessary.
Sometimes you have to use your money to protect your money.  So, any
questions?"

   "Who has access to all of this?"

   "Your mom, Karen and I have the keypad combination.  Now, you will have
it as well." And she gave me the combination."

   "So, I can simply come down here and watch while you 'entertain' your
guests," I said with a leer.

   "Technically, yes.  But why would you want to sit in a windowless room
when the system can be accessed from my bedroom, your bedroom or the suite
in the pool house?" I told you that the only way you can gain entry into
this room is from the keypad on the desk in the office or the one in my
suite.  What I didn't tell you was that you do not have to be in this
office to operate the system.  It can be accessed and controlled from
several places: here, my bedroom, your bedroom or the pool house. 
Additionally, the signal from the system can be sent to any of the large
screen TV's in the house or pool house."

   Kate explained that sometimes she would load in a tape of a past
commercial shoot to observe what went right or what went wrong or simply to
try and get ideas for another shoot.  She might even send it to any or all
of the monitors so that she can be doing something else in another part of
the house while she watches.

   Naturally I asked her if she ever just pulled tapes of previous sex
sessions and watched them.  She admitted she did and that she specifically
saved some of the tapes from "special sessions" she had.  But, she said,
"Remember that these tapes record over themselves every 120 hours if no one
specifically comes down here and switches the cassette over.  I don't keep
tapes unless there is something that I really want to save.  Naturally, I
asked her about the tapes from Karen's 'bachlorette' all-girl sex orgy. 
She took me over to the cabinets and opened one.  In the cabinet were 200
cassettes many were labeled with a date and time but some were blank.  She
explained that by using the computer on the desk and entering the date and
cassette number you could access a database with a brief summary of what
was on the cassette.  She pointed to one that had on it the date of the day
before our wedding and a little red dot.  "That's the tape.  But, before
you watch it, you should ask Karen's permission, your mom and I won't mind,
but it would show your respect for her privacy although I don't doubt that
she really wants you to see it.  Just ask her first.  Besides, I'll bet she
wants to be with you when you are watching it."

   "As always, oh, wise, very sexy mother-in-law, you are correct."

   She smiled at me and stroked my cheek with her hand.  "Okay, that's it.
Do you have any more questions?"

   I had none and we left the security office, made sure the door was
locked and I practiced entering the key combinations to make sure I had it
committed to memory.

   "Mom, Ken, where are you guys", came over the intercom.  Karen was awake
and wondering what happened to us.

   "Morning, sweetie, we are in the office.  I was just showing Ken the
security system and explaining how it works.  We are on our way over to the
lounge now.  See you shortly."

   "Okay but Josie and I are out on the patio getting ready to take a dip.
I see some wet towels, did you convince my lazy hubby to actually get wet?"

   "I did and he did and he even swam some laps, I told him I liked my
lovers to be buff and he is become a wussey and getting lazy.  But, I
suspect that we ladies can whip him into shape."

   Oh, how kinky, whipping now.  Okay, I'm in.  I've been looking for an
excuse to wear those 6-inch spikes.  Kisses."

   I could only stand there and shake my head.  I had totally lost control.
A man has a chance of winning with one woman, if he works hard and is
devious as hell.  With two he had better be all that, damned fast on his
feet and able to keep both of them happy and satisfied.  With three, just
give up!

   Kate looked at me and burst out laughing.  "I'll bet you thought you had
control didn't you?  You know my daughter well enough to know that you
never, ever had control.  You might as well just admit defeat and enjoy
your subservience.  Trust me, we will treat you really, really well." And,
as she was saying that she came around the desk, turned me to face her and
pulled my head down into a very, very nice sensual kiss while, at the same
time taking her hand and softly stroking my cock.  My hands automatically
went, one to her tit and one to her pussy.  We stayed like that for quite a
few minutes and I was really horny when she stepped back and looked at me
said, "You know you haven't fucked me yet.  We are going to rectify that
today." And she let me go, turned and walked out the door.

   I stood there with a hardon, taking deep breaths wondering what it was
going to be like to fuck Kate, the phrase 'riding the whirlwind' came to
mind and shivers ran up my back.

   On the way through the kitchen I grabbed another cup of coffee and a
bun. I was starting to drink a lot of coffee and eating a lot of buns, no
pun intended.  I was going to have to watch that.  I walked out onto the
deck and the ladies were sitting around the table kibitzing.  They all
looked down at my semi-hardon and laughed.  I was going to get a complex if
they kept doing that.  Kate said, "Stop that, leave Ken alone, he can't
help himself."

   "Yeh, leave me alone.  It's all your fault, the three of you.  Go in the
house and put some clothes on!

   "No way, clothes are verboten.  You are just going to have to learn to
deal with us the way we are, or are you already getting tired of us"

   "No that simply won't happen.  Now stop aggravating me and let me finish
my coffee in peace."

   "Sorry, honey, but I like seeing you naked and ready.  I promise I won't
tease you for at least 15 minutes, okay?  We were just trying to decide
what we want to do today, any ideas?"

   "How about this, I walk over to that chaise lounge, sit down and work on
my tan and take a nap, then about 2:00 O'clock I get dressed and go to the
house to meet the carpenter that is coming out to give us the estimate on
the cabinet you want in the kitchen, how about that?"

   "Damn, I forgot all about that.  Do you want me to come with you?"

   "You can if you want but you don't have to.  Why not stay here and
relax. I have all the data he needs and it shouldn't take more than an hour
or two.  I should be back around 4:00 O'clock."

   Kate piped up with, "Listen, I have an appointment to do some filming at
7:00 tonight.

   You all are going to have to make yourself scarce okay?"

   The phone rang.  Kate picked it up.  "Hello.  Well, how are you Jill? 
Yes, she is right here."

   Covering the phone with her hand she handed it to Mom and whispered,
"It's Jill and she is crying."

   Mom took the phone and said, "Jill, what is wrong?" and she got up from
the table and walked down the deck to have some privacy.  We all looked at
each other and sat and watched mom walking and talking.  She was very
engrossed in the conversation and was doing more listening than talking. 
The conversation went on for 15 or 20 minutes.  Finally mom must have said
goodbye and terminated the call because she took the phone from her ear and
came back to the table.

   "Mom, what's wrong.  Is something wrong with Aunt Jill or Uncle Joe?"

   "No, they are both okay but they are having some problems.  From what
Jill tells me they have been having problems for a while now and she wanted
them both to go to counseling and Joe won't go.  You know how Joe is, a
nice guy most of the time but when he gets angry and digs in his heels
there is nothing you can do to get him to move off center.  The bottom line
is that Jill is both very frustrated and pissed.  She told me a little of
the problems but I don't want to go into them right now.  Bottom line, she
feels that she needs to get away for a while and she wants to know is she
can come spend a week or two with me.  I can't tell her no after all she
did for me after your dad died so I told her that of course, she can come.
So, Thursday I would like for you to go with me to pick her up at the
airport back to the house."

   "Of course Mom, be glad to.  I have some time coming, I'll just take 8
hours leave." We spent about a half-hour working out the logistics of
having Aunt Jill stay with Mom for a couple of weeks."

   "Josie, why doesn't she stay here?  We have all the room in the world
and it'll just be the three of us since Karen and Ken will be working.  We
have the pool, the hot tub and I can have Riva come in and give her a
makeover and we could even have a masseuse come in and give her a massage.
We can just let her relax and get her bearings again?"

   "That is why I love you.  Fantastic Idea.  You're right, that is just
what she needs.  We'll do it but we'll surprise her with it.  We can put
her in the suite that Ken and Karen are using.  I think she will love it."
And Mom leaned over and kissed Kate very lovingly.

   "Hey, you two, what are you going to do about your relationship?  Are
you going to tell your sister that you are living here with Mom as her
lover or are you going to move out of your room and into another?" Ever the
practical Karen.

   "I'll move over to the suite in the new wing for the period that Jill is
here.  No, wait.  We'll put Jill in that suite and I'll move into your
room. That way I can just sneak down the hall and into bed with my
sweetie," and she patted Kate on the leg.  "She doesn't need to have
anything else put on her plate right now like her sister is in a seriously
committed lesbian relationship with her best friend." And she looked over
to Kate and winked.  Kate smiled and nodded her head.

   "Well, that seems to take care of that problem for now.  Are you sure
you don't want to tell us anymore about your sister's problem?" Karen can
be somewhat nosy from time to time.

   "No, babe, not right now.  Let's let it sit for the present." " Okay,
what were we talking about?  Kate, you said you had a 7:00 O'clock
appointment?"

   "There are three women coming who want me to shoot some erotic stills
and video so that they can use them to "rekindle the spark that has gone
out of their marriages.  This is a bit of an unusual situation since I
don't usually get three women coming in here for that reason.  Also, I am a
friend of the mother of one of the girls but I'll bet good money she
doesn't know anything about this.  Usually, when I get a request like this
it will be a single girl or a couple.  I haven't even come up with a script
that I can suggest to them.  I hope they have some concept of what they
want to do."

   "Who are the girls, do I know them?"

   "As a matter of fact you do Karen, you went to high school with two of
them, Teresa and Jodie and I think you know Chris."

   "Oh, yeh, I definitely remember them.  Jodi is real nice.  Teresa is a
bit overbearing, or at least she was, but, all in all, a nice person. 
Chris is hot.  I made a pass at her once and I thought she was going to
take me up on it, but seemed to get cold feet at the last minute.  We all
got along pretty well.  So, they need a little spice in their lives huh? 
Maybe I ought to lend them Ken for a couple of days, he can give them
massages."

   Kate said, "Seems to me that the only reason you are willing to loan out
your husband is to see if you can get in their pants.  You are bad girl,
bad.  Okay, tell me what you know about their husbands so that I can try to
figure out what I can suggest to them."

   Kate and Karen began a detailed discussion of the failings of their
husbands and why they might need to give their sex life a hot shot.  I
nodded to mom and she and I got up and walked hand in hand down the deck
and climbed up into the hot tub and sat down.

   "Mom, what can you tell me about Aunt Jill, is she really okay?" While I
liked everyone in the family on mom's side, I liked Aunt Jill the best. 
She always treated me great and was always ready to laugh and joke and kid
around.  When I was little, she always gave the best presents at Christmas
and birthdays and she would play catch with me and could handle a lacrosse
stick very well.  I was impressed when I found out she was a starter all
four years in high school and three times made the All-State team.  From
what mom has told me, she was the tomboy of the two of them.  Since she and
Uncle Joe never had children, I think she kind of substituted me for the
son she never had.  If there was anything that I could do to help her I
certainly wanted to do so.

   Mom thought for a moment and said, "I'm not yet sure of all the details.
But, from what I understand they have been having some problems for a
while. The root of the problems I don't know and I'm not sure she knows. 
But the problem is manifesting itself in increasing arguments and
disagreements over just about everything, including sex.  It seems your
Uncle Joe is having performance problems.  Now, Joe is 12 years older than
Jill.  She is 49 and he is 61 and he has been having prostate problems and
seems to have lost all interest in sex.  Jill is frustrated with him on
many levels and sex seems to be the one that is the focal point of all the
frustration.  To top it off, she wants for both of them to go in for
counseling about their problems and he doesn't want to, probably because he
is embarrassed to admit to anyone that he has a problem that he can't
control.  Control is a big issue with Joe; he has to be in control at all
times.  To him, losing control is the worst thing that can happen."

   "What do you think we can do to help?"

   "You?  You just treat her as you always have, make sure she knows that
she is still your favorite aunt and that you love her and, under no
circumstances, say anything about what I have told you!  Understand?"

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "As for me, I will be sympathetic.  Mostly, I will just let her talk it
out.  Outside of that, there really isn't much more I can do except make
her feel loved and appreciated.  Okay, it's getting late, let's go get some
lunch and you will have to get dressed and head over to the house.  I think
I will go with you if you don't mind; I'd like to stop by Frieda's Salon on
the way home.  I need some shampoo and stuff.  You don't mind do you?"

   "Of course not.  Be glad to have the company."

   We climbed out of the tub and walked back to where Kate and Karen were
still talking and told them we were going to get some lunch and that mom
was going to go with me to the house and stop for hair supplies on the way
back.  Kate gave mom a list of the items she wanted.

   We both were pretty quiet and did not talk much on the way over to the
house.  When I pulled up it was 1:45, the carpenter was just pulling in as
well.  We went in the house, I showed him where we wanted the cabinet, gave
him the drawings that a friend had done for me with his CAD/CAM program. 
He studied them for a minute, took some measurements and I called Karen and
had her explain to him the details of what she wanted.  All in all, we were
there maybe 45 minutes.

   We were off to Frieda's Salon.  When we arrived and mom started getting
out of the car she said, "Aren't you coming in too?"

   "No, I'll just wait in the car."

   "Nonsense, every time I come for my hair appointment Frieda asks about
you, at least come in and say hi."

   "Mom, I would really rather not.  You understand, I want to put that
little episode behind me."

   "Ken, you are 27, not 17.  Things like that happen.  Let it go, time to
be friends and forget it."

   Knowing I would not win, I gave in and we both went into the saloon.  I
try to avoid Frieda.  When I was a sophomore in high school I got involved
with Frieda.  She was two years older than me and the sister of a friend of
mine.  Frieda was...IS a hoty.  All of us had the hots for her.  Why she
chose me to share her booty with I never could find out but she
semi-seduced me.  I wasn't a virgin in the true sense of the word but I had
only had 1 girl that I had fucked twice.  The first time I think I got it
in before I came and the second time I lasted a good 3 minutes.  Frieda
took me on as her personal project.  It was her goal to show me all the
joys of sex and boy did she ever!

   We fucked and sucked every chance we got.  She gave me my first blowjob
and swallowed!  She was the one that first let me fuck her in the ass. 
And, it was while I was fucking her ass with her bent over a chair in her
kitchen that her mother came home unexpectedly and caught us.  The furor
over that was enough to get me grounded for most of my sophomore year and
her father threatening to chop off my cock.  My father was pissed passed
believability and my mother was none too happy either.  Our families
stopped speaking to each other until my dad died and then they reconciled
with mom.

   The thing that makes me want to avoid Frieda wasn't any of that, it was
that Frieda assumed that we were an item and expected that we were going to
get engaged when I graduated high school.  We probably would have too
except I found out that she was not only fucking me but another guy as well
and her brother!  It seems the Hans and Frieda had been fucking since he
was 13 and she was 15.  So, I gave up the sex and broke it off with Frieda.
The breakup was nasty and we didn't speak for several years.  Now, when we
do have occasion to meet, we are cordial but not really friendly.  In all
honesty, I think I still have the hots for Frieda.

   I was nice, pleasant and cordial.  I hustled Mom out of the salon as
quickly as I could and we got back in the car.  I got behind the wheel and
gave a dramatic sigh to which my mother laughed and said, "Now, it wasn't
that bad.  She is nice and a damned good hair stylist.  You wouldn't want
her to get mad at you and get even by giving your old mom a bad cut, would
you?"

   "Is that what all this is about, you are afraid you will get a bad cut?
Damn, Mom!"

   "She punched me on the arm and said, "Watch your language young man. 
Your mother is in the car!"

   That lighted the mood and we headed home.

   "Ken, it's still early yet, do you mind swinging by my house?  I want to
pick up a few things and talk to Mrs.  Earle."

   "Sure, no problem.  Mom, what are you going to do with the house?  You
really shouldn't leave it sitting vacant so long.  Have you ever thought of
selling it?"

   "No, I don't think I want to do that.  I love that house and would have
a very hard time selling it."

   "I understand.  I feel the same way but you can't just let it set like
that.  How about renting it?  I work with a man who has just transferred in
from California.  He has a wife and 2 kids, they are in their early 30's
and he is looking for a place to rent.  Would you consider that?"

   "That's an idea.  I'll think about it and let you know.  I think the
house would like having kids around again."

   To Mom, that house was a part of her and she almost treated it as if it
was a part of the family, not just a house.  She had worked very hard to
make that house exactly the home she wanted.  We pulled into the driveway
and Mom got out and told me to go on in and open it up and she would be
back shortly.  I went in opened some windows and went out on the patio and
stood there thinking how much I enjoyed growing up here.

   Mom saw me on the patio and came over.  We stood there for a short time
before going back into the house.  I went into the den and stood for a
while looking at dad's old chair and the plaques on the wall remembering
how much fun we had together.  Mom called me from the bedroom and I went to
see what she wanted.  She had an overnight bag on the bed packed with some
of her clothes.  She was sitting on the bed and looked at me smiled and
patted the bed next to her.  I sat down.

   "Ken, I want you to do something for me."

   "Sure Mom, what is it."

   "I want you to make love to me here."

   For a second it felt like my heart stopped.  "Here?  Now?" I was taken
completely by surprise.

   "You know that you and I are going to have a sexual relationship.  I
think that the first time that you and I make love should be just us with
no one else around and it should be here in this house on this bed.  This
is where we loved each other and this is where we should share our love for
each other."

   I looked at her and smiled and knew that she was right.  I got up from
the bed and said, "Let me lock the patio door.  You know Mrs.  Earle, she
might just walk in." Mom laughed and said, "I could never get her to stop
doing that, she almost walked in on your dad and I several times.  Wouldn't
it be the scandal of the century if she walked in while you and I were
having sex?"

   I closed and locked the door and turned on the A/C.  I picked up a
bottle of wine and two glasses on my way back to the bedroom.  When I
walked into the room, Mom had taken the overnight case off the bed, turned
the Venetian blinds to slightly darken the room and turned down the covers
on the bed.  I began to become excited at the thought that I was finally
going to have sex with my mother.

   I put the wine and glasses on the table and poured us each a glass.  I
handed Mom hers and said, "A toast to us.  To two people that love each
other completely and without reservation.  I love you, Mom and I always
will."

   We each took a drink and put down the glasses.  She came into my arms
and we kissed, softly and lovingly.  As the kiss went on, it became more
passionate and soon we were kissing like lovers, not able to get enough of
each other's lips and tongues.  I soon had a hardon to rival John Holmes.
Mom, feeling me pressing in against her, took one of my hands and put it on
her breasts and reached her hand down between us and softly stroked me
through my pants.

   We broke the kiss and I reached down and picked her up and carried her
over to the bed and softly laid her down.  I stepped back and began to
remove my clothes.  She sat up and began to remove hers.  We had been naked
with each other for two days, yet now watching her undress I was hotter
than I can remember being before.  My breath was becoming rapid and my
heart was pounding.  The anticipation was almost unbearable.

   I was fully nude, standing there watching my Mom remove her bra.  She
reached up and cupped her breasts and offered them to me.  I crawled up on
the bed and kneeling over her, bent my head down and began to lick first,
one nipple, than the other.  I sucked on each breast and fondled them as
she laid back and held my head.  She reached her hand down and began to
stroke me softly and letting her hand run down under me to cup my balls.  I
was afraid that I was going to cum before I even entered her.

   I pulled back and sitting on my heels, began to unfasten her skirt and
pulled it down.  She raised her hips so I could slide it off.  I bent down
and kissed her stomach and rolled my tongue around her belly button.  Then,
I grasped the sides of her panties and slowly removed them.  I gently
spread her legs and simply ran my fingers up and down her pussy lips and
lingered a bit on her clitoris.

   She was breathing as heavily as I was and her face was flushed.  She had
her eyes closed and when she opened them, reached up and pulled me down to
lay beside her.  She turned her body slightly toward me and we kissed. 
Both of us were running our hands over each other stimulating each other.

   We broke the kiss and just lay there looking at each other while we
fondled and stroked each other.  God, was I hot!  I was starting to be
afraid that I would cum before I ever consummated the act.  We smiled and I
leaned over and began to suck on her nipples, slowly moving down to her
stomach and belly button and then to her mons.  She took several deep
breaths because she knew that my next stop would be her vagina.

   I slid down the bed until I was lying on my stomach with my head between
my mother's legs.  I gently moved her legs open and ran my tongue along her
pussy lips.  I took each of her legs and placed them over my shoulders and
using the first finger of my right hand probed her pussy and inserted it
gently.  She raised her hips to encourage its entry.  With my left hand, I
spread her lips until her clit was exposed and lowering my face I gently
licked it with my tongue.  She moaned and put her hand down on the back of
my head.  With her other hand she stroked her nipple.

   "Oh, God, Ken.  That feels fantastic.  I know what Karen means when she
says you are a fantastic lover.  Please, don't stop.  Just like that, right
there, oh, God!"

   I began to suck on her clit.  Karen loves to have her clit sucked and so
have most of the other women I have eaten.  Mom was no exception; she kept
humping her hips at me and grinding her pelvis against my mouth.  Taking
the hand that I had used to hold her pussy lips open, I used my first
finger to very lightly run is up and down her ass crack, pausing to make
small circles around her ass hole.  When I did this, she moaned even harder
and pushed her pussy more tightly against my lips.  By now Mom was very
wet, so I switched fingers.  The finger in her pussy was wet and I placed
it against her pursed asshole and put gentle pressure on it.  Slowly, the
sphincter muscle gave way and the finger began to slide into her ass.  Her
muscle pulsed around my finger as if trying to draw it further up her ass.
When my finger was all the way in I began to bugger her, alternating
strokes between the finger in her pussy and the finger in her ass.

   I intensified my sucking on her clit and inserted another finger in her
pussy.  I turned my hand upside down and tried to find her 'G' spot.  I
must have hit it because she jumped and pushed her pussy so hard into my
face that I thought she was going to break my nose.

   "Oh, shit, what are you doing to me?  God, oh, God, I'm going to cum. 
Don't stop, please don't stop!" And she raised her hips completely off the
bed and her pussy started contracting, her ass started contracting and she
was cummin.  Just like before, she seemed to come forever.  Contractions
followed contractions, her hand was pushing me head into her pussy and her
hips were off the bed and she was just saying, "Damn, oh, damn, oh, damn,"
over and over.

   Finally, the contractions ceased and she dropped her hips back to the
bed and her whole body shuddered.  She just laid there, hand still on my
head but without any pressure, stroking my hair.  I could hear her
breathing coming in gasps and beginning to slowly return to normal.  I took
my finger out of her ass and once again spread her pussy lips and slowly
ran my finger up and down her pussy and softly licked and kissed her clit
until she reached down with her other hand and put both hands under my chin
and raised my head.  She took her legs off my shoulders and tugged me
upward on the bed on top of her and looked me in the eyes, smiled and drew
my face down to her and kissed me very softly.

   "Good God, where did you ever learn to do that?  That was fantastic!  I
thought Kate was good at eating pussy, and Karen ranks right up there with
the best but you are something else.  I would never have thought that my
son would be the person to give me the most fantastic orgasm I have ever
had," and she laughed.  I think you should do that for me at least once a
day."

   "Mom, believe me it would be my pleasure.  A boy has to listen to his
mother when she know best, doesn't he?"

   We both laughed.  "Poor baby, such a big hardon and so excited and
needing to have some release, let me see what I can do to make you feel
better." She had ahold of my cock and was stroking it.  She started to move
down as if she was going to return the favor.  As much as I wanted to feel
her lips on my cock and watch as my mother sucked my cock, I knew that if
she did I would pop my load.  "Mom, if you keep stroking me like that, I am
going to cum.  I want to know what it feels like to be in you, to cum in
you.  Can you cum again?"

   "Oh, my, yes.  I just need a little incentive and I think that your cock
can give me that incentive.  Put that lovely cock in me!" And she spread
her legs and tried to guide my cock into her.

   I moved down a little and felt my cock brush against her pussy lips. 
Slowly pushing forward I felt the crown enter her.  It felt so good I
withdrew and did it again.  Marvelous.  The feeling was absolutely intense
so, for a few minutes I only inserted the head of my cock and withdrew it,
several times.  Shortly, Mom was panting and moaning.  She reached down and
grabbed my hips and tried to pull me into her.  I slowly inserted my cock
further and we both drew in our breath.  Finally, I was completely inside
with both our groins tight against each other.  I looked down and said,
"God, Mom you feel good.  We are finally having sex, we are making love, we
are fucking!  I love you!"

   "I love you too.  Now, do it real slow like you were I want to feel you
as you slide in and out, slow, like that, just like that.  It feels so
good. Make love to me slowly, Ken."

   She smiled at me and pulled my head down and we kissed, another soft,
gentle kiss while I slowly fucked my mother.  I felt that if we kept
fucking like this, I could go on forever.  It felt fantastic and I didn't
want it to end so I tried to keep myself from getting so excited that I
could not control my orgasm.  We must have fucked like that for, I don't
know, 20 minutes or more.  Mom had her eyes closed and was just smiling and
fucking me back.  Mom opened her eyes and said, "Now, I want to fuck you. I
like being on top, lie down on your back." I pulled out and slid down her
body, placing a kiss on her pussy on the way.  Then I lay down and pulled a
pillow under my head.  I watched as Mom rolled over and on top of me.  She
drew up her legs and raised her hips and positioned her pussy over my cock
and slowly lowered herself onto me.  I lay there with a wonderful view of
Mom's tits and my cock buried up to its hilt in Mom's pussy.  She put her
hands on my chest and began to raise and lower her pussy on my cock.  She
had her eyes closed and it looked as if she was working on another climax.
Sitting straight up she began to roll her clit between her thumb and first
finger and doing the same thing to her nipple with her other hand.  I began
to feel the start of a climax, you know that feeling you get at the base of
your cock and you know that shortly you will blow.  "Mom, I'm going to
cum."

   "Cum, Baby.  I want to feel you cum in me.  I'm going to cum with you."

   Our breathing was fast and shallow, and the speed of our strokes
increased.  I watched a flush creep over Mom's chest and her nipples looked
like nails.  She was humping me as hard as I've ever been humped and I felt
the damn about to burst.  "I'm cummin, damn, I'm cummin, I'm cummin!" And I
came, shot after shot.  The feeling was very intense.  Sure it was sexually
a wonderful climax but there was something else as well, a tremendous
feeling of love too.  I was finally consummating my sexual relationship
with my mother and I loved it.  I was now addicted!

   At about my second or third spurt, I felt Mom's contractions begin. 
While Mom doesn't contract as hard as Karen, the feeling is delicious. 
Karen's contractions are intense and seem to pull my cock deeper into her.
Mom's contractions are less intense but they feel more as if they are
sucking on my cock, trying to milk out the very last of my cum.

   Her orgasm this time was not as long but may have been more intense. 
Many women will tell you that they have both clitoral orgasms and vaginal
orgasms.  They also say that the vaginal orgasms are not quite as intense
but more deeply satisfying.  Mom appeared to be having a vaginal orgasm.

   When we were done, when it was over and I had finally finished shooting
my first load of cum into my mother, when we had finished the overt sexual
part of our first fuck, she fell forward on my chest, straightened her legs
and laid on top of me without removing my cock from her pussy.  We lay like
that until our breathing became normal and I finally slipped out of her
then she rolled off me and lay next to me and we kissed a very long time.
We lay like that just kissing and caressing each other and I started to
drift off.  Mom, sat up and said, "Ken, that was wonderful.  I loved making
love to you.  I loved having sex with you.  I loved fucking with you!  I
want this to happen many more times.  But right now, we have to get up and
get dressed, it is after 4 already and we have to get back to the house."

   "Aw, Mom, can't I lay here just a little longer," in a whiney, little
boy voice.

   "Now, Kenny, what did I tell you, you have to get up and get dressed or
you are going to make mommy all horny and she will have to give you a blow
job and fuck you again and then your wife will be mad at you for having
such wonderful sex without including her.  You don't want that to happen do
you?"

   "No, Mom.  I'm getting up," and we laughed at our little play on a
mother-son dialog.

   We went into the bathroom and mom cleaned herself off and I washed up
and we came back into the bedroom and got dressed, washed out the wine
glasses, closed the windows, turned off the A/C and, with her overnight bag
in hand, locked the house and got in the car.  We arrived at Kate's about
5:15 P.M.