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 Mom's Special Bath By essdubyaeff@hotmail.com

   Disclaimer: The following story is entirely fictional and the characters
are not related to anyone or any situation living or dead.  It is a product
of the author's imagination only.  This story involves graphic sexual
situations which the author does not condone in anyway.  If it is illegal
in your area to read such stories or if you are of not the proper age,
please STOP reading right now and leave.
Fifteen year old Jack Mehoff and his Mom were doing it again.  They were
insatiable.  They lay on Jack's bed, Jack naked and on his back with his
equally naked mother on top of him with his long hard on in her mouth. 
Jack, meanwhile, twirled his tongue around her clit and lapped up the
juices her slit produced.  This was getting dangerous.  Their father was
expected in the door any minute from his business trip.  The company limo
usually dropped him at the door around five o'clock in the evening after a
trip.  It was now four thirty and both of them were anxious, frightened to

get caught, but also super excited at the prospect.  His mother bobbed her
head up and down in his groin, her nose burying itself into his ball sack.
She loved his musky smell down there.  She trembled, a shiver going down
her spine caused by her son's ministrations between her legs.  She moaned,
sending a vibration down his shaft.  He humped his hips up and moaned
himself.  Jack's hands roamed all over his mother's buttocks.  He marveled
at the softness and thrilled at the feeling of her hard nipples brushing
against his smooth belly.  He lifted his head and opened her buttcheeks to
reveal the puckered pink hole.  He inserted his moist tongue into her
crevice and began lapping at the entrance.  He loved the scent of her body,
every part of her, every nook and cranny.  Even in this place that knew
would seem gross to other guys his age.  "Oh shit!" His mother cried out,
jumping at the intrusion but loving the feeling.  Then she went back to
work on her son's cock, deep throating him like a pro.  She was proud of
herself for doing it.  She loved to control a man with her throat.  His
cock shined with her saliva which drooled in long drips down his pole into
his pubic hair and balls.  It wasn't long.  They knew the urgency and
didn't delay in any way.  They were on a quest for one last orgasm together
before his father came home.  That is, the last until his father had yet
another business trip to go on.  His mother moaned and then cried out but
with his cock gagging her, it only came out as a loud vibrating sound.  She
humped her back, her tits trembling, her hips jiggling as her pussy came
into Jack's face.  He lapped up her slit and then attacked her clit with
his lips, sucking on them as hard as she was sucking on his cock.  Then he
was cumming too.  He pumped his hips up into her face and grunted into her
wet pussy.  His grunt vibrated her pussy lips and clit.  She cried out as
his cock pulsated and cream flowed down her throat.  She staved off the gag
reflex, wanting to accept all her beautiful son's cock had to give her.  He
pumped his hips up once, twice, and on the third time, he held it there,
balls deep in his mother's mouth, tears streaming down her face as she
strained to hold it all in and swallow every last drop.  Then he was done.
His butt dropped onto the bed.  His cock slid with a wet pop out of his
mother's mouth and she drew in a heavy breath of air.  She rolled off of
him, swallowed one more time as she felt a glob of incestuous cum in her
throat like a frog, and collapsed on the bed next to him.  She almost feel
off the bed it was so small, build for a young teenager and not the king
size her husband fucked her in.  Their chests rose and fell as they
struggled to catch their breaths.  His mom felt Jack's hand reach between
her legs and lightly stroke her inner thigh.  "You have the softest skin,
Mom." "Why thank you, Honey." She got up and began to put her clothes back
on, her tan dress suit she wore to work.  Jack just laid on the bed, his
cock going flaccid now and dribbling out a few more drops of teenage cum
onto his thigh.  He watched his mom getting dressed.  "How do you do it?"
he asked.  "Do what, Baby?" He sat up on his elbows, "Keep your skin so
soft.  Other mother's skin isn't silky soft like yours is." She cocked her
head to him.  She was now almost fully dressed except for her skirt. 
Standing there in just her panties with the top half of her work clothes on
turned Jack on again and his cock jerked in his lap.  She saw it happen and
smiled.  "Now how would you know what other mother's skin feels like?" She
joked, half-heartly.  Jack sat up completely then, concern on his face,
afraid she might think he was sleeping with other mothers.  "I'm doing
anything with anyone else.  My friend's mother's hands and arms and their
faces always seem more wrinkly and dry.  Yours isn't that way at all." His
mother shimmied into her skirt.  "Get dress, Jack," she said, "Your father
will be home soon." He stood up and began to put on his red boxer-briefs.
He found his mother liked that underwear to any of the others he had so he
would wear boxer-briefs constantly.  "So?" His mother sat down on the end
of the bed to watch her son put his clothes back on.  It was true, she did
love his boxer-briefs on him, it accentuated his round butt and cock
magnificently.  "So what?" "So, how do you keep your skin so soft?" Jack
struggled to get his t-shirt over his head as he spoke.  His mother stood
up just as the sound of a car could be heard pulling into the driveway. 
"Ancient Chinese secret, my love." Then she kissed him on the lips and left
the room to meet her husband at the door.  When Jack's father came into the
house carrying two bags from his week-long trip to find his wife standing
in the living room to give him a kiss, he knew that his wife had been up to
something.  She smelled of sex.  A musky and sweaty scent filled his
nostrils when he embraced her.  He didn't say anything.  He knew they had
an open relationship and didn't want to rock the boat.  After all, his
week-long trips weren't always about business and he suspected she knew
that too.  He didn't want to open the door that might close himself to the
fun times he had in other cities.  When his son came down from his room to
say hello, he realized what his wife had been up to.  His son was flush
with drying beads of sweat on his forehead and a pronounced wet circle
stain on the front of his sweat shorts.  Now, in most cases, a father
finding out his wife was fucking her own son, you would expect that he
would be livid, grossed out, and immediately leave the marriage.  For
Jack's father, he didn't feel any of that.  In fact, he felt aroused and
his cock jumped in his pants.  There was a certain amount of pride in his
son for having sex and pleasing a woman, especially at his age and at the
experience level of his mother.  It turns out, incest fantasy had been a
big thing for him ever since he was ten years old and saw his mother being
gang banged during a party his parents had one night long ago.  He even had
the a few prostitutes pretend to be his mother during a number of his
business trips.  Now that it was a reality, he couldn't wait to get in with
them.  But he needed to be tactful about it.  That evening they ate dinner
as a family though there was a clear tension in the room.  Jack wasn't sure
if it was sexual (certainly it was between he and his mother) or anger
between his mother and father.  Little did they all know, it was sexual all
around.  Later, they watched a movie on television but none of them were
particularly paying attention to it.  Jack nursed a hard on that wouldn't
go down and tried desperately to keep it hidden from his father.  His
mother noticed her son's hard on tenting his pants and couldn't help but be
distracted from the itch between her legs.  His father had an erection all
his own just thinking about his wife and son having sex.  He wondered if
they had fucked on the very couch he now sat on.  After the movie, Jack
stood up and yawned.  He said he was tired and went off to bed.  He hoped
to jerk off his cock in order to relieve the pressure so he could sleep. 
When he got to his room, he closed the door and stripped naked.  He opened
his iPad and went online looking for some porn to help him shoot off but
before he could even start he heard his parents come up the stairs,
giggling like school girls as they went.  He stood up and listened at the
door as they passed his room and entered their own.  He heard their door
close.  They're going to do it, he thought, not without a little bit of
jealousy.  After all, his father had been away for a while.  The two only
had telephone sex each night during that time.  His father was probably
pretty randy for his wife.  Lord knew, Jack was certainly randy for her. 
He waited a little bit to let them get started and stepped quietly into the
hallway, hoping the heard more clearly what was going on in his parent's
room.  He stopped their door and put his ear to the wood.  A moan he was
very familiar with emanated through the door.  It was his mother's.  Then a
grunt of his father.  The bedsprings squeaked in a regular rhythm.  Jack
realized they were fucking.  There didn't seem to have been much foreplay.
Jack gripped his cock and listened intently, his body shivering in the
hallway from excitement.  "Oh god, Baby," he heard his mother say, "Fuck me
good.  I've waited a week for this." "I bet you have.  No one else to fuck
around here, is there?" Jack could hear the slapping of their bodies as he
thrust into her.  His mother moaned again.  He imagined them in missionary
position with his father hairy ass rising and falling between her open
thigh, those creamy soft thighs.  In his mental image, his mother's large
breasts bounced and rolled on her chest with each impact of her husband's
pelvis to hers.  He began stroking his cock openly out in the hall outside
of their room.  "Oh, Honey," his mother's voice said from behind the door,
"Of course not." "Except maybe Jack," his father said under hoarse tones
from the exertion of his fucking.  "What?" His mother breathed, almost
inaudible but Jack just caught it.  She even managed to sound shocked
despite the pounding from her husband she was now getting.  Jack could
imagine his cock slicing into and out of her gushing vagina.  Then Jack
heard his mother cumming, "OH, GOD!" Based on experience he could imagine
her body convulsing, her hips arching up to her lover, trying desperately
to get as much his cock inside her pussy.  Jack almost came then but
squeezed his cock to hold it off.  Hearing and watching is mother orgasm
was always a high point of his day.  Then things got a quiet in the room
except for the steady slapping sound and squeaking bedsprings indicating
that his father hadn't finished and was still humping in and out of his
wife.  Jack could here is father wheezing from exertion and his mother
still moaning.  "Isn't that right, Baby," his father said between thrusts,
each word punctuated by a hard plunge into his wife.  "Isn't it?" "Oh
Jesus! Isn't what right?  Honey, keep fucking me." "Isn't it right, that
you fucked our son while I was away." Jack froze in mid-stroke, his eyes
wide with fear.  They'd been discovered.  "That's ridiculous," his mother
said.  Jack could hear the air being forced out of her lungs with each
thrust.  Then the bedspring squeaking stopped, the slapping of bodies
stopped.  Only the sound of the heavy breathing of both of them filtered
through the door to Jack's ears.  He imagined them still in missionary
position, with his cock buried as deep as it could go inside of her but
frozen like statues.  "Is it?  Is it that ridiculous?" his father said
between heavy breaths.  "Yes, it is.  He's our son.  That would be incest."
"Then how come I smelled him on you and you on him?  You don't have to
worry.  I'm not mad.  In fact, it turned me the fuck on.  Roll over." Jack
listened in shock as the bedsprings again bounced but just long enough for
them to change positions.  He imagined them in doggie style with his father
kneeling up behind his mother and sliding his cock into her from behind. 
He heard them both moan and then the slapping of bodies again and those
trusty bedsprings began squeaking again but this time in a different rhythm
as if being attacked from a different angle, in this position the bed
sounded like a training clicking away on the railroad tracks.  "Oh god!"
his mother screamed, "It's true!" "What's true?" his father asked.  "I did
it." "Did what?" "I did it with..." his mother trailed off.  Jack imagined
her faced in a grimace, her breasts convulsing and shaking as they hung low
from her chest.  Jack heard a powerful slap and then there was silence
again.  "What did you do, Baby?  Tell me.  I need to hear." "Please," his
mother begged, "Please, don't stop." "Tell me." There was some more
bedsprings squeaks and Jack imagined his mother pushing back on her
father's cock in an attempt to get him to keep moving but he held her hips
tight.  If he knew how closely his imagination was to the reality in the
room, he'd blow his load right there in the hallway against their door. 
"Please, Baby," his mother sounded desperate, "Please.  I'll do anything.
Please don't stop." "Tell me," was all he said.  His father seemed to have
gotten his breath back.  "Yes," Jack's mother said, defeated now, "I did it
with Jack." "What did you do?  Say it.  I want to hear it." "I...." she
stammered, "I fucked Jack." Then the movement began again.  It was fast
slapping sound of body against body.  It was jackhammer.  "OH GOOOOD!" his
mother cried out.  He was really pounding her now.  "There," said his
father, "The truth shall set you free." Then he was laughing as he pounded
her hard.  The bedsprings were going crazy now.  "OH JESUS CHRIST!  OH GOD!
I'm cumming!" And then, Jack was too.  He let out a quiet yelp that he
hoped his parents didn't hear and his white cum exploded onto their door.
He breathed heavy, trying hard to not grunt or moan.  "SO AM I, YOU
INCESTOUS BITCH!" Jack's father yelled out and then let out a groan.  Jack
shot about five long ropey cumshots onto their door as his parents came
together in the next room "Oh God!  OH!" his mother cried out.  Jack was
sure he heard a splashing sound and was sure that she had her own
ejaculation, imagining her clear liquid forcing out between his father's
cock and her cunt wall in hose streams down her thighs while his father's
cock pulsated and throbbed inside of her.  As they were coming down from
their high, all three of them actually, Jack snuck back to his room.  He
hoped he'd have a chance to clean up the cum splatters on their bedroom
door before they noticed them.  But at that moment, he was far too tired to
do anything else and he didn't want to risk getting caught.  So, he just
got into his bed, cum still dribbling out from the head of his cock onto
his thigh, and feel fast asleep.  When Jack awoke the next morning, he
feared what was going to happen.  He was afraid what his father might due
now that he knew about his incestuous affair with his own mother.  He was
afraid he would call the police on them.  He was afraid his parents would
divorce and he'd be stuck with his father.  Most of all, he was afraid that
the wonderful time with his mother was now over.  He stayed in his room for
a lot longer that he would have normally, pretending to sleep.  Finally,
nature made the call for him and he got up to pee.  He decided he better
face the consequences.  He put on a pair shorts and a t-shirt and went to
the bathroom.  He noticed his parent's bedroom door was open.  Looking in,
Jack saw the bed was a mess, his parents clothes strewn all over the floor,
the bedcoverings were in a ball in the middle of the bed, showing the naked
mattress.  His nostrils filled with the musky, sweet scene he knew all too
well to be from sex.  His parents, it appears, continued their lovemaking
after he left the door the previous night.  Then his eyes shot wide in
fright.  He noticed that the door was clean of his discharges from the
night before.  His heart leapt into his throat.  That meant his parents
knew he was listening in last night.  He tiptoed down the stairs on bare
feet.  When he stopped at the bottom of the stairs, he heard sounds coming
from the living room.  He knew those sounds as well.  His mother was
breathing heavy and his father was grunting.  He heard the pale slapping
sound of two bodies.  Jack took a deep breath and stepped into the living
room.  Sure enough, his parents were fucking.  What was shocking was this
was out in the open now, not behind some closed bedroom door in the hopes
their son wouldn't hear them.  Now, they wanted their son to wake up and
find them.  Jack's cock tented his shorts in a nice teepee a Native
American would be proud to sleep under.  His father sat on the Laz-e-boy
recliner and his mother was on top with her knees on the either side of his
lap on the armrests.  They were nude and his mother was rising and falling
on top of her husband's hard cock.  Her head was down with her hair hiding
her face.  If he could see, Jack would see her face in a contorted grimace,
her eyes shut tight in a focused determination.  Jack watched her bubbly
ass bounced up and down and gazed intently as his father's long cock,
glistening with her pussy juices, drove like a piston in out of her womb.
"Oh shit," she whispered.  His father humped up as his wife dropped down
onto him.  A guttural groan originating deep in his throat escaping his
lips each time his balls bottomed out against, well, her bottom.  "Come on,
Jack," his father said, and Jack realized he was looking over her shoulder
at him," Join in." Jack stammered.  He was beginning to realize the fun was
not over, he was not about to be in big trouble.  "But...but..." Jack's
father slapped his mother's ass.  She cried out but never stopped her
steady rhythmic motion on his lap.  It left a large hand shaped pink
blemish on her left cheek.  "Don't worry, Son," his father reassured him,
"I know what you and your mother have been up to and I'm perfectly happy
with it.  In fact, I've been hoping it would happen." On the word "happen,"
he moaned and pushed his ass up between his mother's legs.  She cried out
as an orgasm took her and her pussy clamped shut on his cock.  "Oh GOD!" he
yelled, trying to stave off his cum.  At first, he didn't think it would be
successful but then his mother's cunt let him go and she dropped down
burying him inside her.  Their lips engulfed each with a hunger for each
other they never felt before.  Then, with the motion calmed, the building
orgasm inside him retreated.  They broke the kiss and both looked at their
son standing dumfounded before them.  They looked at the tented sweat at
his groin and then looked at each other and laughed.  "Take those off,
Son," his father said.  He reached with both his hands and gripped his
wife's ass cheeks.  He them spread them open so his son could see the pink
opening inside.  His mother moaned.  "Come help me give your mother a real
good orgasm." He didn't need to be told twice.  He stripped off his
clothes, his erect cock bouncing into view.  He practically sprinted
forward to position himself behind his mother.  He stood there for a
moment, admiring the beautiful view of his mother's ass and then knelt onto
his knees and applied his tongue to her rosebud.  She let out a yelp of
surprise and her eyes met her husband's.  Jack stood back up, satisfied now
that there was enough spit to well lubricate her entrance.  He held his
cock in his hand and aimed it at her butthole.  He nudged the purple head
of his dick into the hole and pressed forward.  The mushroom head broke
through her sphincter ring with a wet popping sound.  "Oh fuck!" his mother
moaned.  Jack's cock sunk slowly but surely into her colon.  He could feel
his father's long cock still buried inside her vagina through the thin
membrane between the two.  His father let out a groan at that feeling.  His
mother's body quivered in place as her son invaded her intestines. 
Finally, his balls slapped against his father's shaft.  "Oh god!" she cried
out, "He's all the way in.  Both my boys are inside me at the same time. 
Oh shit!" "Yea, he is," his father said, "I can feel him too." They stayed
still for a moment, each drinking in the feelings, all three of them
breathing heavily.  Jack reached under his mother and placed his palms on
each of her dangling tits, letting them bounce and jiggle lightly in his
palm.  And then he began to pull his cock out and slide it back into her
ass.  His father began to hump up into his wife again.  Jack's mother
simply stayed still as a statue, letting her two lovers fuck her at their
leisure.  She held her head low, a constant moan escaping her lips.  At
first, the two men were alternating their fucks.  When his father fucked up
into her dripping cunt, Jack would be pulling out of her loosening asshole.
When Jack was thrusting back in, his father was pulling out until just his
head was inside his wife.  The slapping of bodies and heavy breathing and
occasional moan escaping their lips was the only sounds in the room at that
moment, each savoring the threesome.  Then the Jack and his father began to
speed up their thrusts.  They didn't plan it.  They both simply had the
urge at the same time.  At this point, they began to fuck in unison,
plunging in and drawing out at the same time.  This created in Jack's
mother a sudden emptiness as both channels were vacated and then a sudden
pleasure of fullness as each tunnel was suddenly invaded by flesh poles
again.  She could tell this would bring her to orgasm pretty quickly and
moaned a low deep guttural moan.  "Oh Shit, Guys!" she cried out, lifting
her head back to face the ceiling, "You're going to make me cum!  Both my
lovers at the same time will have me exploding in no time.  Keep fucking
me! Both of you!" This prompted both father and son to pump her with no
abandon.  His father was close too, Jack could tell.  Maybe it was how the
hardness he felt through the membrane between pussy and colon seemed to get
even harder.  Maybe it was the strain on his father's face which looked so
much like himself when he was close, which his father was probably seeing
on Jack's face at that moment too.  Or maybe it was just because this
family had now become so close they could practically read each other's
minds.  Jack lunged forward one more time and buried his cock in his
mother's ass.  He groaned loudly and his cock exploded inside the tight
sleeve.  "Oh YES!" his mother yelled at the ceiling, "Cum in me!  Fill me
up!  I'm cumming too!" His father humped up too and held himself inside his
wife's cunt.  "Oh FUUUCK!" he cried out in a long groan.  His cock bucking
and pulsating inside his wife's womb.  "YES, Honey!  You too!  Cum for me!
Fill me up with your cum!" Jack's hands now gripped his mother's soft
breasts in a tight hold, smashing her tit flesh between his fingers.  His
cock continued to throb pumping shot after shot of boy cum into her ass
tunnel.  He could feel then his father's cock jerking and thudding inside
his wife's pussy.  Jack's mother's vagina pulsed around her husband's cock
and a white foam ring formed around his cock.  She moaned again, staring
into the eyes of her husband, this wonderful man who had no problem letting
the incestuous fun continue.  In fact, thrilled on it.  Jack pulled out of
his mom, a string of cum attaching the mushroom head, now a deep red, to
her bunghole which looked plugged with a gob of his white semen.  He let
out a sigh and fell onto his butt on the couch nearby.  "Holy shit, that
was awesome!" His mother lifted off her husband, his cock popping out with
moist very audible pop, dripping lines of copious cum onto his softening
cock and pubic mound, matting the curly hairs there, and walked to her son
sitting on the couch, his own cock deflating as he caught his breath.  She
leaned down and engulfed his lips in hers and kissed her son with a passion
he'd never seen before.  Their tongues dueling and playing in each other's
mouths.  All the while streams and streams of slime poured from between her
legs, down her thighs, and covering his left thigh, which was between his
mother's knees.  From that day forward, the family almost always fucked at
least once a day, most of the time more than that.  They dispensed with the
formality of wearing clothes around each other while in the house and went
naked all the time expect when they needed to leave the house.  Jack's
bedroom hardly ever got slept in.  He would sleep with his parents almost
every night or just his mother if his father was on one of his business
trips.  Sometimes, his mother's pussy would just get too raw to fuck or she
was on her monthly period, Jack and his father would jerk each other off,
even sucking each other until they came.  They came to enjoy a good
father/son sixty-nine during the times when his mother couldn't play.  Even
if she was on her period though, she wanted to please her men and got a
real thrill out of bobbing her head on their laps until she had nice
delicious cum to swallow.  One night, a couple of months after the first
family fuck in the living room, Jack was sleeping in his parent's bed.  He
was exhausted after fucking his mother in missionary position for two hours
straight and had fallen asleep right after cumming inside her.  He was
dreaming that his mother was pregnant which made him very hot.  His
erection had grown in his sleep.  His dream was interrupted by a soft
whisper, an arousingly erotic whisper.  He awoke to his mom whispering into
his ear.  "Wakey wakey, eggs and bacy." He opened his eyes and looked at
his mom.  Her face was that of an angel he thought but he always thought
that.  "What time is it?  You need it again?" He winked at her.  "Well,"
she said, "Yes.  But not right now." Jack looked around.  His father wasn't
in the room with them.  "Where's dad?" Jack's mom sat up in the bed.  She
was naked and her large breasts shifted position with her, bouncing and
jiggling as they went.  Jack watched them very closely.  "Oh, he's getting
things ready.  Honey, remember when you asked how I kept my skin so soft?"
Jack nodded his head.  He remembered.  Her skin was the softest he'd ever
felt and he still believed that.  "Well," she said, almost hesitantly, "I'm
ready now to show you what I do to keep my skin so soft for you.  Do you
want to see it?" Jack sat up them and kissed his mother.  One of his hands
came up and pawed at one her breasts.  She kissed back for a bit and then,
perhaps realizing this could lead to something that would have to wait,
especially considering the cock bouncing against her thigh, she pulled away
from him.  "Not right now, Jack." "Okay," Jack resigned himself, "What do
you do?  Some sort of special lotion you buy online?" Jack's mom stood up.
"Something like that.  It's a special bath I take from time to time. 
Something your father introduced me to some time ago." Jack's eyes lit up.
"A bath?  How about I join you?  I could use a bath myself." Jack's mom
chuckled.  "No.  It's not that kind of bath.  It's special and you can't be
in the tub with me for it.  You wait here for about a half an hour and then
come down stairs." "Why can't I come down now?" Jack's mom walked to the
door and stopped there.  The light from the hallway created a beautiful
silhouette of her naked body that a master painter would have loved to
paint.  "Because we aren't ready yet and I want it to be a surprise.  A
half hour, okay.  Be patient." "Yea yea yea.  Patience.  How long will that
take." His mother walked away laughing at her son's joke.  Jack lay on the
bed playing with his cock and balls trying to resist the urge to jerk off
and cum.  He watched the clock and watched the television on his parents'
dresser to try to pass the time.  He had some nature show on the Discovery
Channel on but wasn't really watching it.  Finally, the half an hour mark
came and he practically jumped out of bed and plugged down the hallway to
go downstairs to see what his mother was talking about.  As soon as he
stepped out of the bedroom he could hear sounds coming from the lower level
and a scent wafted up the stairwell.  The sounds were clearly moans and
groans, the smells, the musky sweaty scent of sex.  He walked down the
stairs and before he even got halfway down, he saw a line of naked bodies
standing in the hallway into the living room.  There were about twenty
people in that line.  They all looked up and saw the naked boy coming down
the stairs with a hard-on putting to the ceiling from a patch of dark hairs
between his legs.  Jack noticed they were all men, not a woman or girl in
the bunch, all nude (he saw the pile of clothes by the front door) and
standing, many with erections themselves and their hands working on their
cocks.  He all of a sudden felt self-conscious.  His hands instinctively
went to cover his groin, though it didn't hide much.  Jack reached the
bottom of the stairs and walked toward the living room.  Whatever was
happening, it seemed to be in the living room.  He had to excuse himself a
couple of times as he passed by and bumped into men.  His hard pole slapped
against another man's pole like swords.  The man must have been in his
twenties with long blond hair.  "Sorry," Jack said, though it was his
house, why was he apologizing?  "No problem, my man," the blond guy said.
He stepped into the living room and his cock almost exploded at the sight
he saw there.  In the middle of the room, was a blue plastic baby pool,
decorated with gold fishes and underwater scenes.  Jack himself had used
the pool in the summer time when he was a toddler.  Now, though faded, it
was used for something else he couldn't have imagined.  In the baby pool,
sat his mother.  It was just the right size so she would sit up have her
knees up and open.  She was running her hands all over her body.  Around
his naked mother, were about ten of the naked men standing stroking their
cocks.  The men were of differing backgrounds.  There were black men with
their long horse-cocks.  There were white men with shorter but still
impressive dicks, many of the white men had shaved pubic mounds. 
Interestingly, Jack thought all the black men had fuzzy tuffs of hair
between their legs.  There were even a couple of kids about Jack's own age.
There was one oriental standing at his mother's feet.  All the men had
their cocks in their fists and where pounding themselves with abandon.  The
slapping sound was loud in the living room.  There were moans from almost
everyone, including his mother, who diddled her hands between her legs. 
Jack saw his father sitting on the couch watching the action in the middle
of the room.  He walked over to him and sat down next to his father. 
"Jack!" he said with enthusiasm.  "Glad you joined up." His mother looked
over to the couch and caught her son's eyes watching her through the gap
caused by a black guy standing at her stomach and a white boy of about
thirteen standing at her tits.  Jack could see that there was already cum
on her cheek and dripping onto her neck and one of her tits was covered in
the white goop.  She smiled to him and nodded.  "What the hell, Dad?  Who
are all these men?" "Craigslist, Son," his father said as he reached down
with his free hand, the other one busy stroking his own cock, and gripped
Jack's erection.  His father began to jerk off his son, rising his fist up
to the head and back down again.  "Wha...?" Jack moaned, pushing his butt
off the couch into his father's hand.  "Every couple of months or so, your
mother decides she needs to take one of her `special baths' to replenish
her skin.  She says it helps her skin stay the softest.  I tend to agree
with her." "Me too," Jack said.  "So we put an ad in Craigslist asking for
all able-bodied men to come over and shoot their loads all over her.  At
first, we only got a couple men.  Over time though and as word got around,
more and more guys started showing up." A white guy with dark brown hair
groaned loudly and shot two strings of his cum across Jack's mother's
chubby stomach.  The two strings formed a v-shape on her abdomen.  His
mother instantly rubbed the cream into her skin with her hands, spreading
around like a lotion.  This set off the thirteen year old kid at her tits
and he shot long ropes of cum, his legs shaking as he did, his smooth butt
clinching and un-clinching with each explosion from his small pink mushroom
head.  When the two were done, they immediately stepped away and two new
man stepped into the openings they left behind.  Jack jumped as his father
leaned over and took his son's cock into his mouth and began to apply
suction to the head.  He groaned.  "Oh shit, Dad." His father's moist mouth
slid up and down the shaft.  The warm feeling on his cock felt incredible.
His father was a great cocksucker.  He'd obviously had experience.  His
head bobbed in his son's lap, his mustache ticking the his ball-sack when
he bottomed out against his groin.  Jack, almost absentmindedly, reached
under his father and pushed his father's hand away so he could grip his
father's cock.  He jerked his father as his father sucked him.  Three guys;
what looked like an American Indian with his dark reddish skin, the black
man at his mother's feet, and a pale skinned hairy man of at least fifty
years old, all began to shoot off at the same time.  They covered her feet
and legs.  Then they too moved away to their clothes and leave.  Three
others stepped in to replace them.  His mother had globs of cum in her hair
and she began to massage it into her hair and scalp like shampoo.  Semen
dripped off her ample breasts into her pubic mound.  Her entire body was
shimmering with the slick glow from the special lotion she was bathing in.
More men would shoot their loads onto his mother and promptly leave.  That
was part of the Craigslist stipulation, Jack later found out, cum and go,
that's all that was needed or wanted.  All the while, Jack's father sucked
on his son's cock with relish, breathing hard through his nostrils as he
did.  Jack in turn, worked on the jaking his father at the same time.  At
one point, what appeared to be four brothers from the next county over,
standing two on one side of his mother and two on the other, began to cum
in unison.  They appeared to have planned it this way and they appeared to
have waited for a long time to ejaculate as they seemed to have a huge
amount to offer.  They all pointed their cocks, which were easily seven
inches long a piece, into the air instead of directly at the naked woman in
the kiddie bath.  The result was their ropes of gooey semen flew into the
air at the same time and arched their way to his mother's tits and belly.
They were literally giving her a cum shower.  Each stream splatted onto her
skin as the four brothers groaned with shot.  They look like a drill team
during a show.  In fact, they were muscular twenty something year olds so
they may very well have been in the military.  Jack's mother laughed as the
goop covered her body.  The four men stood at attention and gave his mother
a salute (also in unison) and left.  That convinced Jack that they
definitely were military.  Jack's cock was covered in his father's saliva
now.  It even dripped down into his pubic hair and around his balls.  His
father seemed to struggle to breath, huffing and puffing through his
nostrils.  Still he didn't stop bobbing his head on his son's lap.  He was
enjoying it too much as Jack could tell from his father steal rod in his
hand.  "Oh god, Dad.  That's feels great.  Don't stop." Jack caught his
mother's eyes again and the look of lust and heat in her cum covered face
was intoxicating.  She saw her husband sucking off her son and it turned
her on even more fiercely than before.  A couple more men groan, one even
screaming out an "oh fuck!", then pulled away, got dressed and left.  By
now, all the semen began pooling at the bottom of the baby pool, covering
her butt-cheeks.  She left up a little so she could massage the cream into
her buttocks and as much up her back as she could.  She rubbed the liquid
down the underside of her thighs and the back of her knees.  A moan escaped
her lips.  More men came and came and came.  There seemed to be an endless
line of cum faucets for Jack's mother.  Jack's father lifted up from his
son's lap, the cock letting out a loud pop as it came free from his lips.
Jack sighed, settling his ass back on to the soft couch.  His father gasped
for air and then laid his head back and gripped his son's cock again and
slowly jerked it.  Jack, who had been stroking his father's cock in a quick
blur, slowed down too.  They both gave each other hand jobs as they watched
their mother and wife get drenched in man-cream.  "We'll wait until they
are all gone before we get up there and give her our cum," his father said,
"That's really all she will want, for her two lovers to finish her off."
"When will that be?" Jack asked, "I feel I need to cum, like, right now."
His father squeezed his son's cock to stop his impending cum.  Jack
groaned, his face in a grimace.  Involuntarily, Jack did the same to his
father.  Then they both stopped stroking.  They laid their foreheads
against each other, sweat beading on both, and breathed heavily.  Then they
opened their eyes and watched their mother/wife/lover in the middle of the
room.  A kid of about fifteen let out a long moan and thrust his hips
forward.  His cock erupted in a fan of spraying cum.  He covered more
territory on the woman in the first three shots than any single man has
covered the entire night.  Jack's mother let out a guttural groan that Jack
and his father knew was her orgasm.  The kid kept shooting cum that once in
a straight line but came out of the hole in his cock in a wide spray in the
shape of hand fan.  He groaned one last time.  "That's the best of the
night, kid," his mother said through bubbled of cum on her lips.  "Really?"
he asked.  He seemed like a nerdy high school student, not very sure of
himself.  "Oh, Jesus, son!  HELL YES!" He left with a smile on his face,
his confidence boosted.  Jack imagined that bullies at his school next time
might find themselves with a problem on their hands.  And yet, even more
men came.  There was about an inch or two of semen collected in the baby
pool and Jack's mother was covered from head to toe with slime.  Her hair,
on her head and between her legs, were slicked back with the stuff, some of
it already starting to dry and harden into a crust.  Her breasts and
stomach shined with the stuff.  Her whole body was encased in a greasy
glop. Finally, after a couple of hours of this, the last two strange men
stood on either side of her, stroking their cock in a blur of motion at
their groin.  The first to blow was an older black man with some graying
hair.  His cock, unlike most black men's, was about average size.  He
groaned.  "Oh sweet Jesus!  I'm cumming, Honey!" He stood on his tip toes
and then grunted.  Sperm shot from his dick in two hard spurts and then the
rest dribbled out and off his cock, dripping onto her thigh.  The second to
cum was an old white man, he had to be about eighty.  He moaned, his balls
flapping with his stroking hand.  Then the white cum oozed out of the hole
on the head of his flimsy cock.  There was no shooting cum here.  Just an
ooze of white cream and then a drip or two onto Jack's mother's hip.  The
man let out a sigh and then pulled away to put his clothes back on and
leave.  Sitting alone now in the middle of the room, his mother turned her
attention to her two lovers on the couch, both still jerking each other
leisurely.  "Okay, Boys," she said, "Your turn." The stepped up, having to
remove their hands away from each other's laps.  They began to jerk off
over the woman covered in slime.  She could have been in the movie
Ghostbusters saying, "they slimed me." Which, of course, is what they did.
About fifty men, strangers all, had slimed the woman.  It wasn't long
before father and son had to shoot off.  The activities of the night were
just too much to handle.  Jack's father moaned, "oh shit," and then began
ejaculating his semen in thick ropes over his wife's face.  "Oh yea!  Do
it, Honey!" she said.  He let loose about three strands, grunting with each
shot, his cock recoiling like a cannon.  Just as his father was finishing,
Jack could feel his balls jump and twitch followed quickly by the rush up
his shaft.  He cried and pushed his pelvis forward.  His cum flew in high
arches, landing with loud splats on her breasts.  She gripped her tits in
her hands and pushed them together and create a deep valley between them.
Jack grunted and shot a couple of loads in her cleavage.  She began to
smear all of the cum he produced all around her melon tits.  When it was
over, the two men stood over their drenched mother and wife.  They wobbled
on shaky legs and breathed hard to catch their breaths.  Jack looked
lovingly into the face of his mother, covered in drying cum.  "That, Jack,"
she said, "is how I keep my skin so soft." She stood up then and
immediately went to the bathroom for a shower, a water and soap shower. 
Jack and his father took the baby pool out to the backyard where they
sprayed it down from the water hose.  Since it was now in the early morning
hours, they were all exhausted and they laid down together once again in
bed, naked of course (which was their standard dress now), and fell fast
asleep.