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 Tales Nancy Friday Told 3

   We are paper.  In our first years our parents hold the pen.  If what
they write is done with love and without ulterior motive or guilt, we will
probably not be hurt by anything they do.  Many a wife will try to use sex
to hold a husband, thus tearing him with guilt.  It is much worse if a
mother tries to do the same with a son.

   Once in every little boy's life, mother's naked breast, flesh, and body
were a feast of life.  Then, just as he reached the age when he stopped
taking it for granted - and really began to look - it all stopped.  Mother
began to cover herself up.  [Nancy]

   Tick

   Many stories start by claiming that `you won't believe what happened
with me'.  My story might be the one where you will agree to this claim.

   From the time I can remember, my mother, would give me horsy rides on
her foot.  At that age it didn't bother me sexually, but it always felt
good.  By the age of thirteen or fourteen, she still allowed me the horsy
rides, but now I am sure she realized that I wasn't just playing.  I was
coming in my p.j.'s.  The reason I know this now is because when the "ride"
was finished, she would give me a complete going over with both feet,
usually with her beautiful high-heel and pointed toe shoes on, kicking me
between the buttocks, under my balls, and wind up rubbing her foot on my
cock and bringing on another come.

   When I was 16, Mom had just turned forty one, but was still one hell of
a good looking woman.  Mom was tall, about 5'7" and was a little on the
thinner side which made her legs seem even longer.  Mom had long curly
brown hair, big expressive brown eyes and a set of very full lips that she
could push into an adorable pout that she used to use to full effect on my
father.

   My mother often enjoyed was to have someone rub her feet while laying on
the bed or on the couch in the living room.  This felt good after a long
day.  She often liked it after a bath and before going to bed.  My dad was
the one who would always rub mom's feet.  Dad would sit in the corner of
the couch and mom would stretch out with her feet in his lap.  Mom would
always coo happily and say how nice it felt and dad would do it for hours,
sometimes just lightly caressing with his fingertips.  I never thought much
of it; just figured dad was doing something nice for mom.  Later mom
started to ask me also to rub her feet.

   One day I actually did suggest giving my mother a foot massage on the
bed in her bedroom with the idea it would be more comfortable.  I saw she
had painted her toes a deep emerald green.  I also saw she was wearing a
silver toe ring on the middle toe of each foot.

   I suggested she leave her nylons on and lay on her stomach.  I see
myself getting more onto the bed and into the massage by extending more and
more above the calf of the leg.  I rubbed here for a while and was finally
straddling one of her legs, on my hands and knees.  As my arms reached
forward I massaged higher and I was reaching the tops of her stockings
where the garters were attached and where the white skin began.  By now my
penis is coming in hard contact with the calf of her leg and I started
rubbing it back and forth.  She didn't seem to notice and my hands were now
high on each thigh until one hand was touching at the crotch of her
panties. My feeling keeps getting better and I pressed on now.  She can't
help feeling what I am doing and without warning I have a pulsing and
pleasing climax.  She had stiffened her leg slightly but acted as if
nothing had happened.

   A shuffle is noticed behind me at the door and by a slight turn I notice
my father is looking in the half-closed door and I think I am in for a
scolding.  He said nothing but came over to the bed.  He looked at me as he
moved to the place where I had been.  He lowered mother's panties and
parting his robe he took out his large penis and inserted it into mother
from behind.  I stepped back and realized the pleasure they were feeling. I
grew more relaxed as I was not being noticed and began to take a greater
interest in what they were doing.  I became aroused at watching them move
as dad would sometimes rise up and extend his penis out of mother so I
could see it.  I could see her pussy and ass.

   I came closer to them and mother even took my hand as dad kept moving
behind her and she smiled as he became still.  He got up, exposing her, and
I was urged to come closer and lay where father had been.  The lump in my
pants showed I had an erection again.  Each encouraged me to take my pants
down and show them my cock.

   "Oh look at that." Mom whispered as I stepped out of my clothes and
stood up.  My cock, which was standing straight up, was so swollen the head
was purple.  Licking her lips mom said softly.

   "Someone is all hard and needs to cum."

   I felt a sense of the surreal come over me.  I was standing there
completely naked, not only naked but hard as a rock, in front of my mother
and father.

   Although I was sticky from my first climax I was encouraged to lay
against mother's exposed buttocks.  As she was quite moist with a little
squirming and the guidance of her hand she assisted me getting into her.  I
moaned as my hard flesh penetrated her soft, wet and incredibly hot pussy.

   "Oh fuck yeah!!" Mom cried out,

   I started slamming my cock hard into her pussy.  Mom was yelping with
each thrust.  I was sweating so much it was getting in my eyes and my heart
was pounding like a jackhammer.

   As I started thrusting a little faster she began to rock back and forth
into me matching my pace.  I was breathing like a bull and could already
feel my legs begin to shake.  I started going even harder and then slowed
as I felt something brush my balls.  I looked down to see mom had reached
down between her legs and was rubbing her clit as I fucked her

   I cried out again as my cock exploded inside of my mother's pussy.  I
moaned and gasped as despite having cum not too long ago I was cumming
harder than I could ever remember.  Every thrust ended in another spurt of
cum that sprayed the inside of my mother's already dripping pussy.  I kept
pumping and just kept cumming.  Mom was moaning and whimpering with every
squirt and was grinding her pussy into me as if she were trying to wring
out every drop.  With a soft whimper I pushed my cock inside one more time
and felt the last couple of drops ooze out of my spent cock.

   During my love session with mom, I noticed that my Dad was a voyeur,
silently watching us.  That was cool; the idea of me 'sticking it' to his
wife while he watched.

   "Well, that was quick," Dad said.  "It's very common for virgins to
ejaculate prematurely." He gave us the towels as mom cleaned herself and I
did the same without a word being spoken.  Finally I got up and left the
room.

   That summer Mom and I fucked every day.  She taught me all she knew
about pleasing a woman; I was more than happy to try anything she
suggested. She had even come to me at night after she and Dad had finished
fucking.  I knew he knew where she was going as I watched them finish and
she would go to clean up.  She would stop by his bed and kiss him good
night before heading up the stairs to my room.  I would hurry and be
waiting on her when she came in the room.

   Some nights we would fuck all night.  I was young and being mother and
son it was erotic enough to keep me hard and her wet.

   It was the last semester of school when I met Ann.  She was tall and
black headed like mom.  They say a girl wants to marry a man that looks
like her father and a son one like his mother.  I had found mine.  It took
a week before I could get a date with her.  We went to bed that first
night. She wasn't a virgin and she sure knew how to fuck.  Within two weeks
we had moved in together.

   I often picture my wife being taken by another man in a swimming pool.
An old boyfriend with whom she did heavy petting is the person.  Later she
calls me long distance and is fucked by him while we are talking.

   In reality, her occasional dreams of sex turn me on.  We repeat these
stories during sex play, during mutual masturbation, and I tell and think
about them to enhance our feeling.

   Here is one: She and I have come to visit her old boyfriend and we all
slowly become naked.  He fucks her first and she withdraws at his
approaching climax as she does not want to become pregnant.  I am excited
and enter after he has climaxed on her stomach.  She feels my climax coming
and I know I can have it inside her.  He has become excited watching this
and is erected again with a large hard-on.  She feels very sorry for him,
knowing how he would have liked to have it in her.  She remembers what good
friends they were.  I look at her, smile, and tell her it is all right. 
She doesn't encourage him to withdraw this time and he pumps his full
climax into her.