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 Title: Awakenings Pt.  02


Summary: Son continues journey of discovery with mom and aunt.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Chapter 1

   My tenth-grade health teacher, Mrs.  Hernandez, had told us that "sex
changes everything." She had stood at her little podium, adjusting her
glasses as she leaned in and glowered at us.  "Don't get technical with
what is, and what is not, sex," she had said.  "Once you get physical, it's
all different." She had meant it as a scare tactic, but she was right, in
some ways.  In any relationship, once a certain boundary was crossed, it
was hard to go backward, and what becomes the new normal makes the old feel
alien.

   I thought of that lecture as I sat on the kitchen counter, slowly
peeling an orange for my breakfast.  Health class was two years ago, and I
had forgotten those words until now.  My mom was routing through the
refrigerator, and I was trying to get her attention.  She closed the door,
avoiding my eye contact, and tossed a yogurt into her lunch.  She was
dressed in dark blue scrubs, her hair up in a ponytail, her eyes
steadfastly focused on anything and everything except for me.

   Once you get physical, it's all different.

   Mom had been odd when she came home last night, barely talking and going
to bed early.  She had avoided me, as well as her sister Jen, as much as
possible, claiming she was tired.  To be fair, she worked hard and a day
full of surgeries did usually leave her exhausted.  But even on those
longest days she had time for me.  She had adopted me as an infant, and for
our whole leaves it was the two of us, until a week ago when her sister Jen
moved in after a divorce.  Now, the house seemed empty as she avoided me.

   It wasn't fatigue that kept her now busily searching for something in a
cabinet before she left for work.  I knew she was avoiding talking about,
or repeating or little experiment from yesterday.  We had stood naked in
front of each other in her office, until I rubbed up against her, making
her come and spurting semen all over her back and ass.  Little things like
that tended to change everything.

   "Mom," I ventured once again.

   "Hmm?" she said, not looking at me as she grabbed the last few things
she needed.  "Gotta run, Will, I've got a full schedule today."

   "I know," I said, hoping to keep her for a minute, "I just thought..."

   She looked at me fleetingly, but swept up her bag and said, "I'll be
home after dinner.  When I get home, we'll catch up."

   Catch up.  As if we were swapping stories about our day.  About which
nurse did what mistake, or who I hung out with.  It was plain, she did not
want to talk to me, or spend time alone.  I felt angry, but tried my best
to conceal it.  She looked at me plaintively, and was about to turn to
leave, when Jen came downstairs.

   Jen looked like mom, fit but curvy, with a bubble butt and large
breasts. She trotted down the stairs and my eyes followed.  She was barely
dressed, wearing black running shorts and a red sports bra.  The sports bra
strained to keep her top enclosed.  I stared, and she smirked as she caught
my eye.

   Mom stopped, setting her bag down on the counter.  So much for being in
a rush, I thought.  "You look...energetic today."

   "I am," Jen said, swooping into the kitchen and taking my peeled orange
out of my hand.  She grinned at me as she took a wedge and ate it.  "That
sunburn is gone, and I'm ready to paint my room."

   "Dressed like that?" Mom said, eyeing Jen's outfit.

   "Of course not," Jen said, "I'm going to work out in the back yard
first. I'm going to use sunblock, this time." She grinned at me quickly. 
Jen's nasty sunburn the week before had led me to put lotion all over her,
day after day, with my hands getting to explore more of her with each
application.  Part of me was going to miss getting to touch her like that;
well, all of me was going to miss it.  She looked at her sister and
continued, "is it a problem?"

   "No, it's fine," Mom said, hesitating.  She looked at me closely for the
first time since the night before.  "Although I don't know if it's okay for
you..."

   "It's fine," Jen and I said together, both of us suppressing a laugh. 
Mom eyed us both, and I was grateful that I was sitting down; Jen's outfit
already had me hard.

   "He's seen more of me than this," Jen said, casually adding, "you know,
bikinis and stuff."

   Mom nodded.  I had seen more of both of them, and she knew it.  She
paused, but regained her composure and then said goodbye and left the
house. Jen continued to steal my orange before she finally said "What's up
with Maggie?  She was like that last night."

   "No idea," I lied.  Mom was always reserved, until the last few days.  I
had thought that the two of us bucking like animals in her office would be
a step forward, not a step back.  I had cum all over her; maybe it cemented
things for her, made her aware of just how taboo it was to strip down in
front of your son--adopted or not.  Maybe it was too much for her, but then
she had worn a bikini covered in my dried cum all day before I visited her
office.  Maybe she was confused; I was.

   As stung as I was by Mom's behavior, Jen's body was slowly improving my
mood.  She listed off the things we still needed from the hardware store,
and left to go work out in the backyard.  My phone rang and some friends of
mine invited me to hang out.  As much as I wanted to stay with Jen all day,
I did have a life and needed to live it.  Besides, Jen would be there when
I got home.  I joined her out back as she finished a glorious back stretch.

   "What's up?" she asked as she paused with her hands on her hips.

   "I'm going to a friend's house for a while, if that's cool with you."

   "You can do whatever you like, of course it's fine," she laughed.  "I'm
not your mother."

   "True, you're my aunt."

   "When you call me that," she said, "does it make you feel weird?"

   "No," I said.

   "How does it make you feel?" she asked, taking a step closer.

   "Dirty," I replied with a grin.

   "Good answer," she replied.  Then without hesitation she grabbed the
bottom of her sports bra and pulled it up.  Her tits were free as she
pulled it over her head and tossed it onto a chair.  She kicked off her
shorts and was naked.  She pulled me close and pressed her body against me.

   "Now that my sunburn's gone I need to find a flimsy excuse to get you to
put your hands on me," she whispered in my ear.  I gently grabbed her ass
and pulled her even closer, our bodies sandwiched together.

   "No excuse needed," I said back.

   "Good," she said, kissing me on the cheek.  "Go have fun.  I'm going to
finish working out and I'll meet you later to buy paint." She picked up the
sunblock and handed it to me.  "Do you want to help me keep from getting a
sunburn?"

   I grinned, taking the sunblock from her and gesturing to a chair.

   It was hard concentrating on conversations at my friend Kevin's house.
He invited a few friends over and we played video games and talked about
our upcoming senior year.  My mind was kept wandering back to the morning,
where I had lotioned Jen's tits and stomach, pausing to rub her legs and
pussy before she flipped over and let me get her back and ass.  I spent a
lot of time on her ass, and was slowly working my way to her pussy from the
back side when she sent me off so I wouldn't be too late to meet Kevin. 
The look on her face let me know we'd get to resume our activities later.

   Of course, what didn't help my poor brain was the knowledge that Jen was
completely sex-starved and willing to do unspeaking things with me.  Yes,
she was my aunt, but I shared no genetic material with her, and while I
knew that what we were doing was wrong, it was better than jerking off
twice a day thinking about her.

   Jen sent me a text mid-day asking me to meet her at the hardware store.
I left Kevin's house and headed out to meet her.  She was waiting for me by
the entrance when I pulled up, dressed in a tight tank top and a short,
pleated skirt.  The tank top had a deep neckline, and her cleavage seemed
to go on forever.

   "I hope I didn't interrupt anything at your friend's house," she said as
we walked in together.  I told her we were just playing video games and
talking about girls.  She grinned and took me by the arm.

   "It's nice to have you around as my personal slave," she joked.  "Home
improvement, massages, what else can you do?"

   "Just ask," I replied with a smirk.

   "Your mom said I could put you to work, I just don't know if she'd
approve of my to do list."

   "Can I see this list?" I joked.

   "It's up here," she said, tapping her head.  "Not that you've managed to
look that far north yet.  Anyway, I meant to ask you about your mom."

   "What about her?" I said a little too quickly.

   "Just what crawled up her butt.  She was so weird last night and this
morning.  Did you two fight last night?"

   If rubbing up against each other and coming counts as a fight, then yes,
I thought.  "No, I just brought her dinner and we talked." Naked, granted,
but I was telling most of the truth.

   "Weird," Jen said.  "Well, she and I had an odd conversation last night.

   "Really?" I said, trying to hide my surprise.

   "She and I went for a swim late last night.  She asked me if I thought
it was weird to go around half dressed in front of you.  Of course, I
didn't tell her what you'd seen, and I told her you were fine.  I reminded
her that we used to go around half or completely naked at home when we were
your age.  She was quiet after that, but a little strange.

   "Maggie used to be free spirited," she continued.

   "About what?" I asked.

   "Everything, really," she said.  "Since she was older, she was the first
to do everything.  First one to wear a bikini.  First one to spy on our mom
and dad."

   "What?" I said.  I stopped and she turned on her heel, a huge grin on
her face.

   "Oh, yeah," she said nonchalantly.  "We used to spy on them, you know,
when they were doing it.  She caught them going at it in the shower, they
had no idea.  So she told me about it and I waited and spied until I saw
them, too.  Sometimes we'd watch together."

   "Was it weird, seeing your mom and dad doing it?"

   "I guess.  It was so crazy, though.  I mean, seeing them having sex, the
possibility of getting caught watching them, seeing my mom getting fucked
hard; yeah, it was weird.  But pretty hot, too."

   We walked as she continued talking in a low voice.  "I'll never forget
the first time he pulled out of her to come.  I was watching them from the
hall, they thought we were gone for the afternoon.  And he pulled out and
came all over her face.  I almost gasped when I saw it.  I didn't know cum
shot out like that.  Mom had cum all over her hair, dripping off her chin.
It was so hot, I came just watching them.  The first time I was with a guy,
I wanted him to come on me like that.  It was so hot."

   That explained the day before, I thought.

   "Maybe that's Maggie's problem," Jen said.  "When was the last time she
had a date?  It must have been years since she'd last gotten any."

   "I don't know," I said.  I can't remember her going on any dates.  Not
even once in my living memory had my mom made time for her love life.  Had
she really been deprived for so long?

   "So, Maggie's gone forever and a day without sex?" she mused.  "That
explain so much."

   "Really?" I said.

   "Sure," she said.  "She didn't used to be such a prude.  Your mom, she
was wild when we were young.  I'll tell you what, I'll tell you a little
secret about your mom, if you tell me a secret of yours.  Did you ever spy
on your mom?"

   I blushed and she elbowed me playfully.  "Sure," I said quietly.  "A few
times."

   "Doing what?" she asked.

   "Just showering," I shrugged.  "Or changing."

   She elbowed me again, grinning.  "And?"

   I sighed.  "You know you and my mom are hot.  All my friends say she's
hot.  So, yeah, I've checked.  And they're right."

   She squeezed my arm gently, laughing softly.  "Okay, fair's fair.  I'll
tell you something, but you've got to keep it secret.  If your mom knew I
told you, she'd kill me.  Once our mom and dad had a party, and everyone
was hanging out in the pool, and as everyone started to leave mom got
increasingly frisky.  So Maggie and I knew that they'd be busy upstairs
soon.  We volunteered to clean up and they disappeared.  Maggie and I snuck
up after them after a little while, hoping to catch them in the act.  We
got to their room and heard the shower, and their voices, so we went in.

   "There was cum all over the bed.  They must have just finished and our
dad must have come like a geyser, it was everywhere.  We heard them
laughing, talking in the shower, and then Maggie got this look in her eye.
We were wearing bikinis, and Maggie slipped hers off, and slid into the bed
naked.  I remember gasping, my mouth wide open, because she was rolling
around in our dad's cum.  I whispered, asking her what she was doing, but
she just got up, picking up her bikini.  She had a wild look in her eye,
and cum smeared all over her.

   I was getting hard listening to her.  We rounded the corner of an aisle
and she continued in a low voice, "And if it couldn't get any weirder, the
bathroom door opened and our dad came out, naked.  He hadn't seen us at
first, but when he did he stopped in his tracks.  I stood there, looking at
our naked dad and my naked sister.  His dick was soft, having just fucked
our mom, but I remember looking right at it, mesmerized.

   "I don't know if he could see the cum on Maggie's body, but I remember
feeling myself get so wet just standing there.  He said 'shouldn't you two
knock?' in a kind tone.  We muttered an apology and left, running down the
hall to my room.  Your mom stayed in my room that night, in the bed next to
me.  And I waited until she was asleep to rub myself off.  It was one of
the hottest things I'd ever scene.  Even to this day."

   "Holy shit," I whispered.

   "After that your mom and I spied on them all the time.  Oh, by the way,
we need more tape."

   I was puzzled as Jen stopped and bent over to get something from the
bottom shelf.  I understood as the fabric of her short skirt moved,
revealing more of her ass and finally her pussy.  She had no underwear on,
and I could see her pussy clear as day in the middle of the hardware store.
No one else was on our aisle, but if they turned the corner they'd see
everything.

   She looked over her shoulder to make sure I was looking.  I looked down
again and saw with a jolt that a clear strand of her wetness had leaked out
and formed a silken bridge with her thigh.  She stood up, over her shoulder
and grinning at me.  I watched her ass sway left and right, her short skirt
bouncing as she led me to the checkout aisle.

   The drive home felt like seconds.  We barely spoke as we unloaded her
car and carried the supplies to her room.  We taped the edges and I started
painting all the small areas and borders with a brush.  Jen worked with a
roller, taking deep bends each time in order to flash her pussy.  My dick
was throbbing and I could feel pre-cum dripping down my leg.  Unable to
control myself anymore, I set down my brush.

   "Should we take a break?" I asked.  She nodded, setting down her roller
in the tray.

   "Are you hungry," she asked.

   "Not exactly," I said.  She looked at me, puzzled, and I pulled her
close to me.  Our bodies pressed together and I kissed her hard.  She
relaxed in my arms and I gently pushed her into a sitting position on the
bed.  I pulled off her shirt, helping her unhook her bra.  I then gently
pushed her back onto the bed, her legs hanging off the edge as I leaned
over her, kissing her and gently massaging her tits.

   "This beats a sunburn," she cooed as we kissed.  She gasped as I moved
lower, kissing her breasts and gently pressing her nipples against my teeth
with my tongue.  I moved south, kissing her stomach, and then knelt between
her legs, bunching her skirt up around her waist.  She lifted her ass to
help me, and spread her legs wide.  Her pussy was a deep pink, her labia
engorged with her arousal, her pussy dripping a stream onto the bed sheets.


   "Please," she whispered as I gently blew air over her swollen pussy. 
"It's been so long."

   I didn't need an explanation.  I delved in, my tongue running along her
slick labia from bottom to top.  She arched her back, gasping as I licked
her all over.  My tongue darted over her tiny clit and she went wild.  She
cried out, her thighs clamping against me as I focused all my efforts on
that small area.  My face was slick with her wetness and she bucked against
me as she called out loudly.

   Her orgasm shook her body and she grabbed my hair and bucked against my
face as she came.  Suddenly she pushed me away, her body twitching and her
hips thrusting upward.  She then pulled me closer again, my face once again
shoved between her legs.  I licked her wildly, savoring every inch of her
pussy before returning to her clit.  This time I gently inserted two
fingers into her as I focused my tongue's efforts.  She was close, her
pussy tightening against my fingers.  With some effort, I worked a third
finger into her as she started to come a second time.

   She gasped, fucking my fingers and thrusting against my face.  I kept
licking and fingering her until she begged me to stop.  I stood up and
looked at her, her pussy dripping and her legs spread.  Her chest was
heaving and she had a dreamy look on her face.  She beckoned me lazily with
one hand, and then she dropped to her knees in front of me.  She rubbed her
swollen pussy with her hand, bringing it back up covered in her wetness. 
She tugged at my shorts and I unzipped them, my dick springing out in front
of her face.  I thought she might suck it but instead she stroked me with
her slick hand.

   I felt a pang of disappointment until she straightened up on her knees
and pushed her tits together around my dick.  I thrust in between her tits,
fucking them with abandon.  She looked directly into my eyes as the swollen
head of my dick disappeared in between her tits.  The only sound in the
room was my breathing and a slapping sound as I fucked her tits.  I was
close, my dick already slick with anticipation, and I came.

   She gasped as the first strand of thick cum shot upward, hitting the
bottom of her chin.  I kept thrusting, coming in violent spurts and flooded
her cleavage, spilling upward and then over the sides of her tits.  I
stopped thrusting, letting the last few spasms of my orgasm pump cum
between her tits.  I stepped back, kicking off my shorts and staggering for
a second.  She stood up, a thick river of cum running between her tits and
down her stomach.

   "Well," she said with a grin, "someone was excited."

   "She certainly was," I said.  She laughed, her breasts swaying a little.
I watched as a thick blob of my cum dripped slower, approaching her blonde,
bushy pubic hair.  With a shudder from both of us it made contact, slowly
trickling into the tiny forest of hair, making its way over her labia.  She
walked over to me, pressing herself against me.  We kissed, my cum soaking
into my shirt.  I felt my dick stir a little but she stepped away, picking
up the roller and resuming painting.

   "Come on," she said, "let's finish and go swimming."

   Mom came home around six.  Jen and I had spent the day in the pool after
finishing the painting.  We had bathing suits on, me in my trunks and Jen
in a small, black bikini.  Despite the sexual release from hours before, we
acted normal, casual as ever.  Jen was not phased by what had happened.  If
nothing else, she was even more relaxed, playful.  Mom joined us, slipping
out of the sliding doors.

   My heart sank a little when I saw she was back in her one-piece bathing
suit.  She had been more than willing to show me her body over the last few
days, but she had backtracked.  Jen shot me a quick glance that was hard to
discern, but I played it off.

   We caught up on mom's day, and swam for a while until Jen announced that
she was tired and was going to take a long bath and go to bed.  I watched
her leave, my eyes glued to her ass.  When she entered the house, I looked
over to my mom to see her looking right at me.

   "Checking out my sister?" she said playfully.  "Or should I say checking
out your aunt?"

   "When you say it that way, it sounds so wrong," I said, admitting
nothing.  She laughed and we talked a little more before I brought up what
was on my mind.  "Mom, about yesterday..."

   "Yesterday was a mistake," she said flatly.  "Let's leave it at that." I
nodded, trying to hide my disappointment and anger.  She didn't owe me
anything, I knew that, but that doesn't mean I didn't want it.  I found a
flimsy excuse to leave.  I dried off quickly, heading into the house.

   "Will."

   I stopped halfway up the stairs.  Mom was about ten steps behind me. 
She walked up quietly, her bathing suit still wet.  "I'm sorry.  For what I
said."

   "You mean it being a mistake?  Forget it," I said a little too bitterly.
"It's fine."

   "It's never fine when you say that," she said.  We were whispering, even
though I knew Jen was out of earshot.  She was standing close to me, and
with the height difference from the stairs I was looking straight down her
cleavage.  "I just meant, well, what happened isn't supposed to happen."

   "I know," I said.  "It's not normal.  But that doesn't mean it
wasn't..." I broke off, not sure of what to say.

   "Fun?" she ventured.

   I stepped down so we were on the same stair.  Without a word, I reached
up and tugged gently at her neckline, pulling it outward so I could see
more of her tits.  She didn't resist, and I could see her slowly exhaling.
I put my arm around her waist and pulled her closer, kissing her.  She
kissed me back, and our bodies pulled even closer together.  For a few
moments, the only sound was our lips making and breaking contact.

   I reached up, cupping her breast through her swimsuit.  We were pressed
against each other, and I slowly thrust my hips toward her, rubbing my
throbbing erection against her body.  My other hand slid under her bathing
suit from behind, gently grabbing her bare ass.  She sighed, letting
herself fall against me.  I slid her strap off her shoulder, sliding her
swimsuit down until her breast was free in my hand.  I kissed her neck,
slowly making my way down the top of her breast.  Finally, with a shudder,
I kissed her nipple, gently flicking it with my tongue.

   Since I was adopted I was never breast fed, and the moment my mouth made
contact an electric jolt passed through me.  This was not just a hot woman
who wanted me, this was my mother.  I felt her body respond as I gently
sucked on her nipple, grinding against her slowly.  I pressed my face
against her breast, my hand moving closer to her pussy.  She shuddered, and
then suddenly pulled away from me.

   My hand slipped off her ass and out of her suit, and she stepped down
one stair.  She stood against the railing, her breast still hanging out,
wet from my mouth.  She opened her mouth to say something, her eyes wide
with an inscrutable expression on her face.  It looked like a mix of
desire, surprise, and fear.

   "Will," she said softly, "I'm...I have to go." And then she brushed past
me quickly and ran to her room.  I heard the door shut softly, and headed
with a heavy heart to my room.

   Chapter 2

   I woke up late the next morning.  It was Saturday, and I knew mom had
the day off.  I stayed in bed for a while, avoiding her.  Eventually I
heard a soft knock on my door.  Jen popped her head in and my mood
brightened.  I thought of the thick cum running down her body the day
before; clearly, she was a woman who knew what she wanted.

   "That room isn't going to paint itself," she said sweetly, "unless
you're quitting on me." She came and sat on my bed.  With a jolt, I
realized my sheets were covered in dried cum.  I had jerked off three times
last night thinking about what happened on the stairs.  She made no obvious
notice of the mess, and chided me to get up.

   "I need to get dressed," I said meekly, embarrassed that I was naked
under the sheets.

   "I know," she said playfully, "that's why I'm staying."

   "So, you can just show up and demand to see me naked?" I said with a
grin.

   "Yes.  And so can you," she said back smartly.  I grinned, slipping out
of the sheets.  I was already half erect just seeing her.  She had a tight
t-shirt and short cutoffs on, and her legs seemed to go for miles.  She
smiled as I pulled on my clothes, and led me downstairs.

   Mom was at breakfast already, and exchanged pleasantries but otherwise
avoided making eye contact.  Another day of this, I scowled, but instantly
brightened when Jen deliberately bent over to pick something up, letting me
see her ass cheeks.  The cutoffs were obscenely short, and her round ass
strained to pop out of them.  I was hard, my dick pitching a tent in my
shorts the entire time we painted.

   "Must be hard for you to paint like that," she teased.

   "Very funny," I said.  "Try not to get anything wet while you're
painting."

   "Too late," she said with a grin.  "Unless that was too much
information."

   "Nope," I said, "You can share as much as you want."

   "I've already shared a lot with you," she said.  She looked over her
shoulder into the hallway, and then pulled off a complicated maneuver to
unhook her bra and pull it out of her shirt.  She tossed it onto the bed,
her tits on display under her tight shirt.  "Glad to know you don't think
it's weird.  I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist."

   "I wouldn't say 'a bit' of one," I said, and she laughed.  I felt myself
stiffen even more now that she was braless.  Just the act of her taking off
another layer fueled my imagination.  "But I'm not complaining."

   "Clearly not," she said.  "You certainly showed your appreciation
yesterday.  There was quite a lot of it all over me."

   She paused, surveying the room.  She put her hands on her hips and
tugged at her shirt to fan herself.  She caught me looking and grinned,
pulling her shirt down a little more to show some more cleavage.  As if on
cue, mom came around the corner.  Jen turned to face her, making no effort
to conceal what I was looking at.

   "Hey sis," Jen said casually.

   Mom looked at Jen's tits, which were practically coming out of her
shirt, and then at me.  I was self-conscious of my erection, which was
obvious to anyone.  Mom glanced at me once, then looked at Jen.

   "Making a lot of progress?" Mom said.

   "Tons," Jen said, her voice light and airy.  "We've already made huge
strides, and I haven't worn him out yet." I wasn't sure if she was
referring to painting or something else.

   "Well, it looks good," Mom said, looking the walls over.  She avoided my
eye contact, and left the room.

   Jen looked at me for a moment, "Well, glad she approves," Jen said with
a sigh.  Then, looking me over, she said, "you know, I enjoyed painting
more when we didn't have any clothes on."

   "I don't think my Mom would like that," I said.

   "Maggie's being a prude," she said, "And she wasn't like that in the old
days.  She needs to lighten up." She paused, thinking to herself for a
moment before saying, "it's worth ruining this shirt for this..."

   Jen picked up her brush, loaded with paint, and wiped it across her
shirt a few times.  She then shrieked.  It was the sound a girl makes when
they see a small spider.  I could hear mom running across the house.  She
poked her head back in to see Jen holding her shirt a few inches from her
skin.

   "Damn it," Jen said.

   "What happened?" Mom said, looking around for the source of Jen's alarm.

   "This," she said, gesturing to her ruined shirt.  "The paint will never
come out." Then Jen shocked us both by hooking the hem with her thumbs and
pulling her shirt over her head.  She did it slowly, taking care to avoid
getting paint on her skin or hair.  She tossed the ruined shirt onto the
plastic tarp and stood there, topless, her chest heaving with every breath.

   "Jen," Maggie said, "I don't know if..."

   "Oh, what," Jen said with a giggle.  "Are you offended?  It's just tits,
Maggie.  And I'm sure Will doesn't care?  I'm sure he's seen them before."

   "Breasts in general, or yours?" Maggie said, her left eyebrow raised.  I
didn't move, my eyes darting between the two sisters.  Whatever was
happening, it was clearly a struggle or exchange with some history behind
it.

   "I don't know," Jen replied, clearly vexing Mom.  Mom's eyes lingered on
me, and I tried to keep my face passive.  It was an odd scene.  My topless
aunt, my mother with her arms folded and her face stern, and me, standing
there with a throbbing erection that was completely obvious under my
shorts. Then, after a moment, Jen spoke again.  "Maggie, if you are
offended, I'll cover up."

   "It's not that," Mom said, her voice catching.  "I just don't want Will
to feel awkward." She looked at me, her eyes hinting at something.  Was it
jealousy, hurt, something else?  I couldn't tell.  I quickly spoke up.

   "I'm not uncomfortable," I said as casually as I could.  I kept my eyes
on Mom, and her expression softened.

   "Good," Jen said, and unzipped her shorts.  She let them fall to her
ankles.  She wore nothing underneath, standing between me and Mom.  I saw a
strand of her wetness leaking out of her pussy, attached to her thigh.

   "Still not wearing underwear," Mom sighed.

   "Learned from the best," Jen said with a wink.  Mom blushed.

   "That was a long time ago," Mom said airily.  "So, are you going to
finish painting like that?" She asked.

   As if to answer, Jen bent down and picked up a paint brush.  She paused,
her tits hanging low, before slowly straightening up She got to work on the
trim, bending down slowly.  I kept my eyes on Mom, who was studying me like
one of her med school textbooks.  Slowly, her features a puzzle, she turned
and left.

   We finished painting in a quiet haze.  We said little, grinning at each
other.  I stared, my hormones raging as we cleaned up.  It was only when I
put the tarp in a trash bag that she pulled me close and kissed me.

   "That was so hot," she said, her voice low.  She reached down and
unzipped my pants.  In seconds, she had my dick in her hand, gently playing
with my throbbing member as we kissed.  Suddenly I heard Mom coming down
the hallway.  We broke off and she whispered, "closet." Without a word, I
darted into her walk-in closet.  It was open, but the light was off, and I
slipped into the shadow as Mom walked in.  She crossed the room to Jen, her
back to the closet door.

   "Where's Will?" Mom asked casually, her eyes on Jen.

   "Not sure, I think he went to his room," she said, sparing me a
meaningful glance.  Mom was preoccupied with Jen's nudity, and I quietly
slipped out of the closet and out the door.  I lingered, straining to hear
their conversation.

   "So," Mom said, sitting on Jen's bed.  "Getting naked in front of my
son."

   "When you say it that way," Jen said coyly, "it sounds pretty taboo."

   "I'm just saying that I don't know if it's the best idea.  He's...he's
not a little kid."

   "No, he isn't," Jen agreed.  "And I don't a little nudity is going to
warp his mind.  Besides, I'm sure he's seen it all before, right?"

   Mom said nothing but I saw her fidget.  Jen continued, "Maggie, if you
want me to stop, I will.  But remember how we used to go around naked all
the time when we were younger?  It felt so free."

   "Well, I remember Mom didn't care," Mom said.  I had hardly known my
grandmother, but I knew she was a free-spirited woman, very into nature and
that kind of thing.  "But, I mean...Will certainly took notice."

   "Did he?" Jen said, laughing.  "Alright, I know he did.  But so what? 
Take a boy and put a naked girl in front of him, and he gets hard.  It's
simple."

   Mom squirmed again.

   "Besides, Maggie," Jen said, "It's been a long time since someone
noticed me."

   Mom was quiet for a minute.  She, like I, was thinking about Jen's
divorce, and how her jerk of a husband had ruined her self-esteem.  Mom
took a deep breath, as if to steady herself.  "Alright, go around naked if
you want.  It's fine."

   "Are you sure?" Jen said.  "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

   "No, it's fine," Mom said.  "Really.  I was just being...I don't know."

   "A prude," Jen teased.

   "Oh, shut it," Mom teased back.  "I just worry about Will walking around
like that all day, poor guy."

   "You could take your clothes off, too, and then he'd really get a show."

   Mom laughed nervously, tucking her hair behind her left ear.  "Yeah..."
she trailed off.

   "I'm going to take a shower," Jen said, turning toward her bathroom. 
Mom got up and I quickly slipped away and down the hall.  I ran into my
room and turned on the shower.  I stepped into the warm stream and was
about to start jerking off when I heard my mother call my name softly.  I
doused my hair and called out that I was almost out.  I shut off the water,
stepping out and wrapping a towel around myself.  My dick was slowly
subsiding, and I took care to conceal any traces of an erection as I tied
the towel around myself.

   I stepped out of the bathroom, my hair still a little wet, to find mom
standing by my dresser.  She was looking over the pile of books next to my
lamp when I stepped into view.

   "Sorry to interrupt," she said.

   "No, it's fine," I said, pausing by the doorway into my room.  "What's
up?"

   "About earlier," she said, pacing slowly across the room.  "Jen, taking
off her clothes."

   "Oh," I said, not sure how to respond.

   "Well, I know you've seen her mostly naked before, or maybe completely,
I don't know.  I just wanted to talk to you about it.  And about seeing me
naked.  You see, Jen's always had a flair for exhibition."

   I nodded, knowing that mom had been, too.  I played with her hair again,
tucking it behind her ear as she continued, "and, well I know it's natural
for you, for a man to respond, to seeing a woman like that."

   She paused, collecting her thoughts.  "I guess I wanted to say you
shouldn't feel weird if you get...aroused...when someone takes off their
clothes."

   "Someone?" I said.

   "Well, anyone I supposed," she said with a blush.  "I'm just saying that
it's normal, and okay even, if you...um, get hard."

   "Thanks," I said, trying not to sound awkward.  She laughed and I said,
"no, really, thank you for looking out for me."

   "I am your Mom, after all," she said.

   "So, um, Mom," I said after a pause, "can I ask you a question?  Were
you like Jen, you know, always stripping down?"

   "Yes," she said after a moment.  "Yes, I was.  We'd walk around topless,
and then with nothing.  Mom was cool."

   "Was grandpa?" I asked.

   "He was," she said, nodding to herself.  "Although poor Mom, she was
always taking care of him, sexually, because she didn't like the idea of
him walking around with an erection.  I guess that might be too much
information, telling you about your grandparents like that."

   "No, it's fine," I said.  "Really.  I guess when you live in an open
house like that, things are bound to be seen and discussed.

   She looked down at my towel.  I was clearly pitching a tent; my dick was
throbbing.  She stood up and turned, looking me over her shoulder, and left
without another word.

   Jen had put on a bikini and went swimming, dutifully covering herself in
sunblock to avoid another nasty burn.  I got dressed and cleaned up the
house a bit, trying to take my mind off of my Mom and Jen.  Even when I
wasn't hard my dick was leaking pre-cum.  I kept making wet spots on my
shorts that Mom thankfully did not notice.  Finally, I joined Jen in the
pool.  She was drifting on a float.  Her tits threatening to snap the thin
fabric that held her top together.

   "How was your chat with Maggie?" she asked as I slid into the water.

   "How'd you know we talked?" I said.

   "An educated guess," she said.  "What did you two talk about?"

   "Oh, the whole 'nudity is ok' thing.  Honestly not a conversation I
thought I'd ever have with my mom."

   "What was that?" Maggie called from behind me.  My mouth fell open and
she grinned.  She had on a tiny bikini, one of Jen's maybe.  "Mind if I
join you two?"

   "Come on in, sis," Jen said.  "Will was just saying he'd never imagined
talking about nudity with you."

   Maggie blushed, and looked reluctantly at the house.  Before she got
second thoughts I called out, "well, if it makes you all feel more at
ease..." and I slipped off my bathing suit.  Jen whooped as I tossed the
wet ball of fabric onto the pool deck.  Mom's mouth was open but she was
looking at me tread water, my dick swaying and bobbing with each movement.

   "Fine," she said, grinning.  She pulled on her bikini top, letting it
fall off.  She stood there, topless, her breath coming in deep bursts.  Her
nipples were hard, either from the night air or from excitement.  I was
getting harder, and she was looking right at me.  I saw two small balls of
fabric fly over my head from behind me as Jen tossed her top and bottom
onto he deck.

   "Come on, Maggie," she said.  "Take it all off."

   Mom hesitated, then looked at me again and slipped off her bikini
bottom. She slipped into the pool, swimming past me.  She got too close and
her leg bumped against the tip of my dick.

   "Sorry," she said.

   "It comes with the territory," I replied and she laughed.  It was good
to see her relaxed.  Jen had crawled back onto the float and mom took
another one.  They both lay on their stomach, their round asses sticking up
slightly.

   "I have to admit," Mom said, "this is pretty relaxing.  It's been a long
time."

   "As long as the Andersons don't show up," Jen said, and she and Mom
burst into giggles.  I looked at them, puzzled, and Mom explained.

   "When we both lived at home, we swam naked a lot, and once Jen and I
were out there and mom and dad came home with some friends.  We had no
clothes with us, so we panicked and hid in the bushes.  And they all came
out to the pool deck!  We had to hide around the side of the house,
completely naked.

   "And while we were hiding, we looked up and saw our neighbor, Mr. 
Potter, looking at us from his bedroom window on the second floor.  His
mouth was wide open in shock, and Jen had the nerve to stand up straight
and wave at him.  I thought he was going to have a heart attack!"

   Jen laughed, adding, "after that I'd catch him spying on us when we
swam."

   "It didn't bother you two?" I asked.

   "Nah," Jen said.

   "It made it a little more fun," Mom said, blushing.  She looked at me
with sleepy eyes, a look of contentment on her face.  I swam around,
checking them out and enjoying the view of two naked women in the pool with
me.  I wanted mom to flip onto her back, and she finally obliged me.  She
let her legs fall to the sides, her feet dragging in the water, her pussy
spread a little.  I could see she was swollen and aroused.

   I needed to cum.  I had waited through all the teasing that day, and I
felt my dick leaking pre-cum.  I excused myself, toweling off.  My dick was
still hard, and it bobbed as I walked inside.  I had barely crossed the
living room when I heard the door slide shut behind me.

   "Hi," Mom said.  She was still naked, dried off from the pool.  She
strode over to me, her tits swaying with each step.  She stopped when she
was a foot from me.  "Everything okay?"

   "Yeah," I said.  She looked down at my dick.  A long strand of pre-cum
was slowly dripping onto the floor.

   "I see," she said, looking back up at me.  Without thinking I put my arm
around her waist and pulled her close to me.  I pressed her body against me
and we kissed.  She kissed me back, her body melting against mine.  My hand
held her body close, cupping her ass, while my other hand found her pussy.
I touched her labia, feeling how slick they were, grinding my dick against
her.  She was breathing hard, letting my fingers roam, when she suddenly
stepped back.

   "I have to go," she said, but she was frozen in place.  A long strand of
my pre-cum formed a bridge between my dick and her thigh.

   "Mom," I said, pleading.

   "I'm sorry," she said, and took another step back.  The pre-cum snapped
and fell to her leg.  She walked past me, quickly, going upstairs.  I
wanted to run after her, to pull her close again, but I knew she wanted to
be alone.  I heard her bedroom door shut and my heart sank.  I started to
walk to my room, when inspiration struck and I headed back outside.

   The lights were off except for the ones in the pool.  Jen was sitting in
the hot tub, her tits visible above the foaming water.  She smiled as I
slipped into opposite her.

   "How's Maggie?" she asked.

   "A prude, as usual," I said, surprised by the bitterness in my voice. 
My mom didn't owe me anything, I knew that, but I would rather her stay
clothed and chaste rather than what was happening now.  Jen, on the other
hand, sent no mixed signals.  She was sitting between two of the seats, an
odd look on her face.

   "I guess all that hard work over the years was the cause," Jen mused. 
She paused, her face inscrutable.  "The Maggie I grew up with was a bit of
a wild child." She bit her lip, squirming a little on her perch.  It
occurred to me that Jen was sitting right on one of the jets.  She was
getting off, slowly, right at that moment.  I grinned, seizing the
opportunity.

   "Tell me about her, when she was young.  How wild was she?" I asked.

   Jen smiled, leaning back.  I could see she was spreading her legs over
the jet, letting it hit her clit in a steady stream of stimulation.  I had
done something similar many times with the pool jet, it always made for a
powerful orgasm.

   "Well," she mused, rolling her head from shoulder to shoulder, "I used
to spy on her, too.  I guess it was just a thing we did.  I remember the
first time I saw her give someone a blowjob."

   "Really," I said, sitting up.

   Jen nodded, squirming a little more.  She tried to hide what she was
doing, but her body language was obvious.  She tried to focus on the
conversation, and I enjoyed distracting her, letting her orgasm build
slowly.

   "Yeah," she said.  We were on a family vacation, we had gone to the
beach down in Mexico.  And she sucked a guy off on the beach.  I could see
her from the hotel room, down there on the sand, going down.  I remember
when she finished she got up and walked back up to the pool deck, and
talked to our mom like nothing happened.  Mom had no idea, but I saw the
whole thing."

   She paused, closing her eyes and leaning back.  She spread her legs
wider, the water jet hitting her clit and causing her to shudder.  Her tits
were heaving, her body tensing up; Jen was coming.

   "Oh my god," she whispered, her whole body shaking.  I watched her as
she thrashed around in the water, trying not to cry out in pleasure. 
Finally, she sank back away from the jet, her body limp.  "Damn," she said,
her eyes still closed.  "Maggie was right about that jet."

   Hearing my mom's name snapped something inside of me.  I stood up, my
upper half out of the water, my throbbing dick a foot from her.  I looked
at her, and she understood.

   "What if your mom sees?" she said.

   "I don't care," I said, and I meant it.

   She grinned, shifting forward.  She sat down on the jet, her body giving
a little jolt as the water made contact.  She leaned forward as the water
hit her clit, and took the head of my dick in her mouth.  She worked me
without her hands, slowly sucking more and more of me in, until I was as
far in as she could take, then she let me slide mostly out of her mouth,
her tongue gliding along the bottom of my shaft and head.  Slowly, she
sucked me, her eyes locked on mine.

   She came quickly, the buildup from her last orgasm leaving her
sensitive. As the water made her come she sucked me harder, cupping her
tits with one hand.  I gently ran my hands through her wet hair, willing
her to take more of me in with each gently thrust of my hips.  She
accommodated, sucking me deep as her orgasm made her moan.  The feeling of
her moaning with my dick in her mouth was the most sensual thing I had ever
experienced.

   Jen came again, her body rocking over the jet, fucking it as she sucked
my dick.  I was getting close, and entire day of sexual tension begging for
release.

   "Jen," I panted.

   She sucked me faster, her own orgasm overtaking her.  I came in her
mouth, and she greedily swallowed the first pulse of semen.  I came hard,
my cum overflowing out of her mouth.  She pulled back, stroking the last
cum out of me, letting it fall out of her mouth and onto her tits.  She
kept stroking until I was complete spent, then pulled me down next to her.
She disappeared under the water for a second, washing the cum off her face
and tits.

   We sat in the hot tub together, spooning as my dick nestled in her ass
cheeks and I cupped her tits.  We said nothing, until we both felt sleepy
and separated, drying off and heading to our respective rooms.

   Chapter 3

   I woke up the next morning feeling giddy.  It was Sunday, and I was in
no hurry to get out of bed.  Jen's blowjob from the night before had been
the most amazing thing I had experienced in my life.  That it was my aunt
doing the sucking only elevated the experience.  I lay naked in bed, my
dick flaccid but slowly engorging just thinking about her.

   I also thought about my mom, and felt my blood pulse.  She had, at one
point, been adventurous.  I thought of her sucking someone off on the
beach, of her rolling around in the mess from her parents on their bed, on
her parading around naked around her house growing up.  What had happened
to her?

   Me, I thought, and the sudden realization hit me.  She had adopted me,
taken me in as a newborn and raised me, given me everything.  She had never
made time for herself.  Jen never lost the spark of her youth, my arrival
had snuffed out my mother's.

   I heard a knock on my door.  Jen poked her head into my room.  I was
uncovered and naked, but I didn't care.  It didn't seem to matter much. 
She had a knee length dress on, very prim with clean lines.

   "I'm heading to church," she said, then added with a grin, "I know...I
know.  But I need to meet people in town.  It's always a good way to get to
know people fast."

   "I thought you were going to say to confess, or at least repent."

   "You mean because I gave my nephew a blowjob?  Hah, I'm not confessing
or repenting anything," she said.  I sat up and she gave me a kiss.  "That
was fun last night."

   "Yes," I said.  "Mind blowing."

   She giggled.  "I'll see you later.  But just so you don't think I'm
worried about my eternal soul..." she took my hand and ran it up the back
of her thigh.  She lifted her dress, and I grinned.

   "Do you ever wear underwear," I sighed.

   "Do you want me to?" she retorted with a giggle.

   "No," I said, cupping her ass.  I wanted to go down on her right then
and there.

   "I've got to go," she said, letting the dress fall back down.  "Stay out
of trouble while I'm gone."

   She turned and left, her ass swaying as she walked.  I was hard, and I
fell back in bed, marveling at my luck.  Mom may have lost her edge, but
Jen was unbridled sexuality.

   My phone buzzed and I sat up.  I had a text message from mom.  She
usually chided me for texting across the house, saying it was the height of
laziness.

   "Morning," the text read.  "Are you up?"

   I looked down at my erection, and replied, "yes."

   Seconds later she replied.  "Come to my bathroom."

   I got up, stretching.  I decided to pull on my pajama pants and a shirt.
It felt odd against my skin; I could see why they had gone around naked in
their youth.  I wondered, had my mom continued her nudist lifestyle while I
was growing up, would I have turned out different?

   When I reached her bathroom door I knocked gently.  She beckoned me
inside.  Mom was sitting in the tub, submerged to her shoulders.  I was
surprised to see her like this, and even more surprised that she had
summoned me while she was in the tub.

   "Good morning," she said brightly.

   "Good morning," I replied, a little shaky.  "What's up?"

   "Come here," she said, gesturing to the tub.  I sat on the edge, taking
in as much of her body with my eyes that I could.  "I meant get in," she
said.  "Take off your clothes and sit." She gestured to the empty space of
her large tub.

   I hesitated.  I was tired of her back and forth, but decided to be a
good sport about it.  I pulled off my clothes, my dick springing out.  She
laughed.

   "Sorry," she said.  "Erections are kind of funny.  Just the way they bob
around."

   "I can see why you'd think that," I said.  I slipped into the hot water,
Mom adjusted so my legs went around her body and her legs tucked under my
knees.  We sat there, naked, my dick throbbing under the water.  I was
looking right at her pussy when she spoke again.

   "I remember the first time I saw an erection."

   "Whose?" I asked.

   She paused, then said "My dad's.  We were out boating, and he was
changing.  I had seen my parents naked before, it wasn't that weird.  But
when mom came out of the bathroom and took off her towel, he got hard.  I
remember watching it grow." She was looking at my dick, her eyes lost in
the decades.

   "We used to sit in the tub together when you were a toddler," she said.
"I don't want you to think I'm crazy," she said, "but this is kind of fun."

   "Taking a bath together?" I asked.

   She nodded.  "It's not like we used to do it." She sat up, her tits half
out of the water.  She handed me a sponge and turned around.  She sat up
fully, her tits dripping with water, and scooted closer to me.  My dick
bumped against her ass as I sat up.  I took her cue, and rubbed her back
with the sponge.  She sighed as a I gently scrubbed her back and arms.

   "I wasn't the one doing the washing back then," I said, deciding to keep
the conversation going, so that it didn't seem weird.  Revisiting an
activity we did when I was young, with a new twist, felt both familiar and
new at the same time.

   "Also, there wasn't a hard dick pressed up against me," she said.

   "Let me move a little," I said.

   "No," she said, pressing back against me, "I wasn't complaining." She
leaned back, her body falling against mine.  I reached under her arms and
ran the sponge over her stomach.  She didn't move, and in the silence I
slid the sponge upward, rubbing it gently over her tits.

   She sighed as I brushed her nipples, making them stiffen.  I cupped her
breast in my hand, letting the sponge roam all over.  Her head fell against
my shoulder.  My dick was nestled in her ass crack, and I wanted to rub
against her and cum, like I had days before.

   "I could get used to this," she sighed, shifting a little to get more
comfortable, and in the process stimulating my dick a little more.  I was
throbbing angrily against her skin, I knew she could feel my desire burning
against her.  "Just don't tell Jen."

   "Not sure how she'd react?" I asked softly.

   Mom sighed contentedly as I ran my hand over her breast again.  "I think
I do.  But better to keep it our secret."

   I slid the sponge down her stomach.  She slowly opened her legs more,
almost on instinct.  "What was it like," I said, "seeing your dad like
that?"

   "Hard?" she said.  "At first, funny.  To see it grow like that, just
sprouting out from between his legs.  It was aiming at my mom, it seemed,
trying to grow out and reach her.  And then it became sort of a
fascination. My parents were naked a lot, especially in our backyard.  And
every time my dad got hard, I'd look at it.  My mom caught me sneaking
glances at some point.  After that, whenever he got hard, they'd disappear
for a little bit."

   I knew, of course, that she and Jen would follow and watch them in
secret, but I said nothing.

   "So he was the first man you saw naked, and first man you saw hard," I
said, still fondling her breast as I washed her stomach in slow circles. 
She propped her ankles up on the sides of the tub, and I slowly moved down.

   "First man I saw come, too," she said with a giggle.  She was almost
drunk on stimulation, and when she spoke it was as if she was unable to
stop herself.  "I remember I almost gasped out loud when I saw it happen."

   "What happened?" I asked, inching closer to her pussy.

   "Mom was giving him a handjob," she said matter of factly.  I was
surprised to hear the words come out of her moth.  "On the bed.  They had
snuck off to relieve dad of his erection.  And I watched as she stroked him
and then he exploded.  Cum went everywhere.  It was all over my mom's hand,
the bed, her leg.  I was hypnotized by the sight of it.  Mom had laughed
when he came, she seemed to enjoy watching him erupt like that; so did I."

   The sponge reached her pussy and she arched her back.  I gently rubbed
her with it, going slowly, getting a feel for the pressure and speed.  She
said nothing, just sighed when I hit the right spot, and soon I was rubbing
her faster, my other hand exploring her tits.  As she lost herself in her
building orgasm I gently thrust against her, fucking her ass cheeks like I
had done before.

   She was getting close and I couldn't believe I was sitting in the tub,
rubbing my mom off.  I ditched the sponge and used my hand directly on her
clit, and she started bucking her hips.  She came hard, her ass squeezing
my dick and her breath coming in ragged gasps.  The water sloshed back and
forth in the tub as she cried out as a wave of pleasure washed over her.

   I slowed my hand down as her body relaxed, but I kept a slow, steady
rhythm on her clit.  Her breathing was shallow now, her body limp.  During
her thrashing we had accidentally kicked the drain open, and the water was
slowly lowering, her body heavy against mine.  Her head was still resting
on my collarbone, and as I slowly increased the pressure on her clit she
whispered, "okay, just one more."

   I grinned, cupping her breast and gently thrusting against her ass as I
rubbed her faster, with more pressure.  The water had drained, and we clung
together, her body tensing up.  She spread her legs wider, and held her
breath.  She came hard, crying out again as her body shuddered.  I kept
thrusting between her ass cheeks, the gentle weight of her body enhancing
my pleasure.  Her orgasm ended and she fell limp against me.

   I wanted more.  I needed more.  I sat up gently, and so did she.  My
dick was poking out between her ample ass cheeks, thick strands of pre-cum
stuck to her.  I nudged her forward, and she fell forward softly onto her
forearms and put her head down.  Her ass stuck up, her pussy dripping with
arousal.  I knelt behind her, my hands shaking in anticipation, and I ran
them down her back, grabbing her hips.  She rubbed her ass on my dick, and
I massaged her ass I ground against it.  Then I grabbed the shaft of my
violent erection and slid down her ass crack.

   I slid effortlessly on her wetness, the head of my dick slipping against
the entrance of her vagina, slightly parting her labia.  I was about push
forward when she pulled away.

   "No," she said softly, scooting forward and sitting on her feet.  She
stood up slowly, turning to face me.  She had a pained expression on her
face.  I didn't know if it was hurt, or longing.  I was so close to fucking
her, I had almost entered her.

   She stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel.  She extended her hand to
me, but I got out on my own.  She dried off without a word, and I stood
there, my dick dripping pre-cum, throbbing with a dull ache.

   "I'm sorry," she said in a whisper.  She didn't make eye contact, and
when she turned to pull on a bra I felt my already flush face darken.

   "Me too," I said, shocked at the anger in my words.  She turned, hurt,
to face me.

   "I shouldn't have done that, have let you do that to me," she said, her
voice small and soft.  "I don't want to warp you."

   "You weren't worried about it a minute ago, when you were asking for
more," I said, almost spitting.  I wasn't yelling, but I might as well have
been.  Her eyes welled up, and she reached for her dress from the counter.
She slipped it on, trying to act like this was a normal mother-son
argument. "I'm not saying you owe me anything, except for some
consistency."

   She winced at my words.  She looked down at my erection, which was
leaking so much that there was a thick, constant strand of pre-cum dripping
down to the floor.  "If you need to take care of that..."

   "You don't need to worry about that," I said.  She opened her mouth so
say something, but as I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself she
let me pass.  I didn't want to march out of there with a bobbing erection,
and I would be damned if I was going to jerk off in front of her.  I left
the room and she followed me into the hall.  I spun around to say something
but she just held out her hand, stopping me.

   "I'm going out," she said flatly.

   "Fine," I said, again surprised by the acid in my words.  She turned and
left.  I heard her grab her keys a moment later, and then shortly after
that the sound of her engine.  I sat down on the top step, my towel falling
open.  My dick, which had been in charge since Jen moved in, was
semi-rigid, still dripping pre-cum.  I was too angry to do anything about
it.  I was tired of being ruled by it, tired of Mom.  I had just rubbed her
out in the tub, the single most erotic thing I had ever done, and now I was
alone.

   I got dressed, ignoring my semi-aroused state.  I'd have to get used to
it.  At least I had Jen around, she would be game for some fun.  And as for
Mom...

   What about her?  She was still my Mom, still loved me.  But no normal
mother invites her son to join her in the tub like that.  What did she
think was going to happen?  Maybe she had hoped I would have come just by
rubbing on her like before.  Maybe she wasn't ready for more.  Maybe she
never would be.

   And then there was the revelation that she had seen her dad not only get
hard, but had watched him come.  I thought of what Jen said, of mom
stripping down and rolling on my grandfather's semen.  It was strange but
also a turn on.  I found myself getting fully erect again, cursing myself
for my instinctual response.  Mom clearly had a thing for cum, and just
knowing that about her made me want her more.  At that moment, I hated her
for it.

   I thought of her, standing there, getting dressed as I said things I
already regretted.  I had been cruel, aiming to hurt her with my words. 
Part of me felt terrible, part of me felt justified.  I should have pulled
her close to me, lifting that dress back off of her...

   I paused mid-pace through the living room.  I replayed the exchange in
the bathroom again my head.  I had been so focused on outrage that I missed
it.  She had put on that dress and left without any underwear.

   I joined Jen for lunch after she was done with church.  I had not been
to church in ages, but I could see her point about a good starting point to
meet people.  Seeing her had cheered me up considerably, but she noticed my
thoughts were elsewhere as I picked at my food.

   "What's on your mind," she asked, taking a sip of iced tea.

   "Mom," I said, trying to decide what to tell her.

   "Was she weird again today?" Jen asked.

   "Not as first, but then, yeah," I said.

   "Maybe I'm causing some kind of tension," Jen mused.  "I should talk to
her.  Maybe it's all the nudity."

   "I hope not," I said, and she laughed.

   "Yeah, me too," she said.  "She used to be so wild, I wonder when she
stopped."

   "I think she must have when she adopted me," I said.

   "Maybe she's loosening up," she said.  "Maybe me stripping down
yesterday had the intended effect."

   "What do you mean?  You mean you stripped down to loosen her up?"

   "Well, also to turn you on," Jen said.  "I'm just trying to get some of
my magic back, and some of hers.  She still turns heads.  And gets her son
hard."

   She said this a little louder, and blushed and pretended to be
interested in her lunch for a moment.

   "Sorry," she said.

   "Don't be," I said.  "Can I ask you something?  Is it wrong that I don't
feel weird, about what you and I are doing?"

   She leaned in, "you mean, you don't feel remorse that I gave you a
blowjob yesterday." She whispered it and it felt so hot to hear her say it.
"I think it just depends on your point of view.  I didn't mind.  In fact, I
had a great time doing it, and will have a great time the next time I do.
The question is, what are you looking to get out of it."

   I guess I looked as puzzled as I was, so she leaned in again,
whispering. "I mean, you understand that this is sexual, not romantic.  I
don't want to date my nephew."

   "Oh," I said.  "I thought you were asking how far I wanted to go."

   "I bet you'd like to know," she teased.

   When we got home, Jen changed into shorts and a tight t-shirt.  She
wasn't wearing a bra, and her tits strained against the tight fabric.  It
was a low-cut shirt, with a lot of cleavage.  I assumed that she would have
gone around naked, but maybe part of the fun was that it wasn't constant. I
didn't know, this was new to me.  When mom came home she stayed in her
sundress, and we acted like everything was normal.  I had said some pretty
harsh things to her, but I was in no mood to apologize.

   Jen and I were sitting on the couch, a large photo album in her hand.

   "What's that?" Mom said.

   "Some old photos," Jen said.  "I thought Will might like to take a peek
at some pics from our trip to Colorado."

   "Oh," Mom said, blushing.  "How far are you into it?" she asked.

   "Not far, come and sit down with us."

   Mom sat next to me, a sister on each side of me.  The photo album sat on
my lap, and Jen turned the pages and talked.  They had gone camping in a
cabin in the woods for two weeks, back when Mom was in college and Jen was
a senior in high school.  They looked the same, the years barely showing on
them.  The photos started with the four of them standing outside of the
cabin, pictures of fish they had caught, normal family vacation stuff. 
Then Jen flipped the page and there was my Aunt, sitting topless on the
dock, her mother laying topless next to her on her back.

   "I had forgotten how good mom looked," Jen said.

   I looked, and I had to agree.  My grandmother had nice tits, there was
no denying it.  She was built like my mom and Jen, and I realized that I
was getting hard thinking about my grandmother.  Maybe the constant
exposure to Jen was warping my perspective; who thought about their
deceased grandmother like that?  I tried to shake it off, but Jen flipped
the page.  The three of them, Mom, Jen, and grandma Kelly, were naked,
tanning on their stomachs.  They all had bubble butts, although Mom and
Jen's were smaller than they were now.  All three women were propped up on
their elbows, their tits on display.

   "Mom was pretty hot," my Mom said.  Jen nodded.  They both looked at me.

   "She was," I said.  "I can't believe I just said that."

   Both women laughed.  "It's the objective truth," Mom said.  "Everyone we
knew thought so."

   The next page had pictures of them tanning some more, clearly taken by
my grandfather.  There was even a picture of my grandmother showering
outside.  My dick was throbbing, seeing them like that.

   "Dad liked to take a lot of pictures," Mom explained.  On the same page,
there were pictures of Jen and Mom topless or naked, usually doing some
normal camping activity like fishing.  The next page there were pictures of
my grandfather, standing naked next to my grandmother, grilling
naked--which seemed like a bad idea.  The last picture on the page caught
my eye.  My grandfather was standing next to mom, engaged in some
conversation that had mom laughing.  What caught my eye was his erection,
which was full and pointing right at mom.

   She sensed my gazed and turned the page.  On this page, there were more
camping photos, and we turned the page and mom inhaled sharply.  I looked
down and saw the photo that had gotten her attention.  My grandmother was
in bed, asleep, her limbs splayed out and her legs spread wide.  A thick
trail of cum ran up and down her stomach.

   Jen looked at me, then at Maggie.  She was grinning.  "I had forgotten
about this," she said.

   "Me too," Mom said.  "Sorry, Will."

   "For what?" I asked.  "They clearly had sex, you two are here because of
it."

   "There's a difference between knowing it and seeing it."

   "Who took the picture," I asked.

   "I think dad did," Jen said.  "Like I said, he loved his camera.  He
developed his own film, because this stuff didn't need to go to the photo
place."

   "Why is it in your album?" I asked casually.

   "Well," Jen said, struggling for an answer.

   "It was kind of the norm," Mom answered for her.  She sighed, but did
not look upset.  "With all that nudity, sex became kind of an open thing,
too.  I mean, they never did it right in front of us, like a display, but I
can't tell you how many times we walked in on them, or on the aftermath."

   "Once we found mom asleep, her face plastered in cum, and then we ran
into Dad in the hall.  I remember looking down at his dick, he and mom had
just gotten it on minutes beforehand."

   My dick twitched.  Mom was looking at me directly, her features hard to
read.  I decided to press forward, "that's a lot of cum."

   "Yeah," Jen said, smiling.  She turned the page and there were more
photos of them naked.  "Will, in your honest opinion, do we still look
good?"

   "I'd have to see you naked to compare," I said dryly.  I meant it as a
joke, but Mom and Jen stood up, looking at each other.

   "Fine," Mom said with a smirk.  She lifted off her sundress and took off
her sports bra.  Jen stripped off her shirt and shorts.  They both stood in
front of me, and my eyes took them in hungrily.  "Well?" Mom asked.

   "Turn around slowly," I said.  I was trying to sound playful but if I
hadn't been holding the photo album my hands would have been shaking.  They
turned, and I looked them over.  They sat back down, their bare thighs
touching me.

   "You've both still got it," I said.

   Jen kissed me on the cheek to thank me.  Mom looked at her, but then did
the same.

   "I don't know how your dad could stand all three of you like that," I
said.

   Mom looked at Jen but said nothing.  "Well," Jen said, you've seen our
nudist family vacation, or at least one of them." She stood up, stretching.
"I'm going to swim."

   She headed for the backyard, and once she was outside Mom turned to me.
"About this morning."

   "I said some pretty shitty things," I said.  "I'm sorry."

   "I'm sorry, too," she said, and took my hand in hers.  She leaned
against me, and turned the pages slowly.  Her bare tits were pressed
against my arm.

   "Can I ask you a question, Mom?" I said.  "Well, I have two questions,
really.  First, when was the last time you...you were with someone."

   "Do you really want to know?" she asked.  I nodded and she swallowed,
"before I adopted you."

   My heart sank, and she read the look on my face and she quickly added,
"but that's not because of you.  I was busy, sure, but I could have made
time.  I just...I didn't.  It's hard to explain."

   "You don't have to," I said quietly.  The gravity of what she said was
settling on me.

   "What was your second question?" she asked.

   "Well, when you would go around naked, back then, did you get aroused?"

   She laughed.  "All the time."

   My eyes widened and she just grinned and cuddled up next to me.  My hand
was on her knee, and I ventured and moved it a little more up her thigh. 
She didn't protest or move, but reached over and turned the page.  We
looked at pictures of her and Jen showering together as my hand moved up
her thigh slowly.  Mom closed her eyes and let her head fall back on the
couch pillow as my hand moved some more.  I was halfway up her leg, on the
inside of her thigh.  Her breathing was low and quiet as I inched closer.
She spread her leg a little more as my finger made contact with her damp
pubic hair.  I absentmindedly turned the album page.

   I looked down at the album, my fingers touching my mom's wet pussy, and
froze.

   "It's okay," she whispered.  "Touch me."

   I shook myself to focus.  My fingers brushed her labia, but it was the
picture that had stopped me in my tracks, not nerves.  The page had several
photos of my Mom, Jen, and my grandmother.  In each picture, they were
naked just as before, but with one distinct difference.

   Each one of them had cum on them.

   There were pictures of my grandmother with cum on her tits, on her face,
on her ass and up her back when she was on her hands and knees.  And a
picture of Jen with cum on her stomach, standing there in the sun as it
dripped downward.  It looked exactly like the day before, when I came on
her.  And mom.  There was a picture of Mom with cum all over her tits.

   I rubbed my mom absentmindedly, looking in shock at the pictures.  She
kept her eyes closed, enjoying herself.  Another photo of mom had her back
to the camera, cum all over her round ass cheeks, and a third picture with
all three women, streaks of cum across all three of them, covering their
thighs as they sat on a couch.

   "I'm coming," she whispered, and started to buck her hips.  I tried to
focus on her, but the photos had burned into my brain.  Mom came, her body
thrashing as her wet pussy ground against my hand and the couch.  She
finished, taking her hand from me and opening her eyes.

   At that exact moment, the back door slid open, and Jen walked in, still
damp from the pool.  Mom looked down at the album, her eyes wide.  Jen
approached us and stopped, her eyes also falling to that page.

   "Well, I had meant to stop before we got that far," Jen said calmly. 
"But there you go."

   "Will, listen..." Mom said, sitting up and moving back a few inches from
me.  I wiped my slick fingers on her thigh.

   "It started as a joke," Jen said.  "We knew mom and dad were going at
it, around the back of the cabin, and we thought it would be funny to
surprise them.  So we snuck up and sprung up at them.  Our timing was
either good or bad, depending on your point of view, because just as dad
started coming, we popped up from around the corner."

   "Mom shrieked in surprise," Mom added.  "And dad exploded.  Most of it
sprayed onto her, but one strand hit my thigh.  He tried to stop, but of
course he couldn't.  He looked like he was going to die, and so did Mom. 
All of that playing around with the camera and stuff, and us accidentally
seeing them before or after sex, that was all different.

   "Mom was pretty mad at me and Jen, but mad at him, too.  And we felt
bad, because we caused that whole mess.  So I just said I didn't care, and
then Jen put her hand on mom and then wiped a bunch of cum across her
stomach, and we just laughed, and so did they."

   "After that, it became kind of a family joke."

   "Cum?" I asked.

   "Yes," Mom said, a far-off look in her eye.  "The next day as Jen and I
were cleaning dishes mom started to jerk him off behind us, and without us
knowing, he came all over our asses."

   "It was pretty funny," Jen said.  "And kind of became a regular thing."
She sat down next to me and turned the page, and there were more photos of
mom, Jen, and grandma Kelly with cum on them.  It was the last album page,
but I wished there was more.

   We said nothing for a moment, and then Mom stood up.  She picked up her
sundress and slipped it on, leaving her bra on the coffee table.  Jen got
up as well, putting her shorts and shirt back on.  Mom reached for my hand
and pulled me up.  I did awkwardly, my dick getting in the way.

   "I don't want you to be weirded out," she said.  "That was just how our
family was."

   "I'm not freaked out," I said.

   "You look disappointed," she said.

   "Well, you put your clothes on," I said.

   "Oh," she said, laughing.  She kissed me on the cheek.  "Jen and I were
going to go out for a while anyway," she explained.

   Jen left to get her things and mom whispered, "Are you sure you're okay?
You just found out that our dad, your grandfather, used to come on us."

   "Hey, you didn't mind, right?  So it's okay."

   "No, we enjoyed it," she grinned.  "It was always fun when it happened."

   I nodded, and she smiled.  She stepped over to her dresser and pulled
out a pair of black underwear.  She slipped them on and stepped over to me.
She kissed me on the cheek, and said "I owe you from this morning." She
unzipped my pants, my dick free at last.  She hiked the sundress up and
stood in front of me.

   "Play with my tits, baby," she said.  She started to stroke my dick as I
pulled her sundress down and my hand found her tits.  "Tell me when you're
close."

   "I'm already close," I gasped.  She grinned and stroked me faster.  When
it was evident that I was about to come she stepped closer, grabbing them
hem of her underwear.  She pulled them down, exposing her pussy, and I
came. I bucked my hips and gasped as I erupted, shooting thick strands of
cum all over her bushy pussy.  I came hard, flooding her pussy, her
underwear catching all of my cum.  When my orgasm finished she let go of
them hem with a snap.  The fabric was already soaking through, and I
understood.

   "There," she said, patting her underwear with one hand.  She picked up
her sundress and pulled it back on.  She kissed me on the cheek and left
the room, my dick dripping onto her floor.

   When Mom and Jen returned they had shopping bags in hand and both looked
giddy.  I knew Jen had a job interview tomorrow at my old middle school,
and Mom had taken her out to get her some new interview clothes.  They
deposited the bags on the table and found me swimming out back.  I was
naked, enjoying our new freedom around the house.

   "Have you been out here all day?" Mom asked.  She pulled off her
sundress, her black underwear still on.  My dick twitched as she pulled
them off and stepped into the pool.

   "Jen doesn't know," she whispered as she swam up to me.  "But she almost
found out."

   "How?" I asked.

   "A huge blob of cum ran down my leg.  I guess there was too much to hold
in.  I don't think she saw it.  At least I hope she didn't.  I don't know
how she'd react if she knew.  I mean, going around naked is one thing,
but..."

   I opened my mouth but shut it immediately.  The door slid open from the
house and Jen joined us, also stripping down and jumping in.

   "I'm glad you're not freaking out, now that you know the family secret,"
Jen said as she surfaced near me.  She and mom swam around me, like sexy
sharks.

   "I was surprised, for sure," I said.  "But, I can understand why."

   "That's what happens when your parents are hippies," Mom said.  "I think
they would have been swingers, but were too timid to get it on with
strangers, which I totally get."

   "Can I ask you some questions?" I said, sitting on the pool steps while
they climbed onto floats, their butts in the air.  "Did he ever come on you
when grandma wasn't around?"

   "Not at first," Mom said.  "It was always mom who initiated it, she
thought it was funny.  But once he was alone, and Jen and I ambushed him
while he was jerking off in the shower.  And he came on us.  After that,
well, it was all the time."

   "Were you two always together?" I asked.

   "Yes," Jen said, just as Mom said "No."

   Jen raised her eyebrows in surprise.  "I had no idea," she laughed.  "I
always thought it was when we were together."

   "No," Mom admitted, blushing but grinning.  "Once he came on me while I
was home visiting, and you were in college.  I was on the phone with mom,
and I remember whatever I was wearing, there was a lot of cleavage.  And I
beckoned him over and wrote him a note.  It said 'I'm on the phone with
mom, cum on my tits.' He should his head but I pulled at my shirt, so my
tits were out.  And while I talked to mom and took down her grocery list he
jerked off and came on my tits.  And my face."

   "Holy shit," Jen and I said together.

   "I went shopping with his cum on my tits," she said.  "I was so turned
on I had to rub myself off on the way there, and the way back.  When I got
home, it was pretty clear to mom what had happened.  I thought she'd be
mad, but she got so turned on they ran upstairs and got it on."

   "You're such a slut," Jen teased.

   "God, Will, you must think we're horrible," Mom said.

   "Strangely enough, I don't," I said, watching them tread water, looking
as tempting as they did when they were young.

   Chapter 4

   "Wish me luck!" Jen chimed from the kitchen.  It was the next day, and
she was dressed for her interview.  She was standing by mom, who was
already decked out in dark grey scrubs for work.  Jen left the house, and I
set down my breakfast and looked mom over.

   "I'm not wearing any underwear," she chimed, reading my mind.  "So you
have to save it for later."

   "But you are wearing a bra," I noticed.

   "I don't want to give anyone a heart attack at work," she laughed.  She
hugged me close and then looked serious.  "Are you okay?"

   "Fine," I said, surprised.  "Why?"

   "You learned--and did--a lot these last few days.  I'm just worried
about you."

   "You're my mom, you're supposed to worry," I said.

   "Yeah, but you don't normally come on your mom," she said wryly.

   "That's why you're the world's greatest mom," I countered.

   She laughed, kissing me on the forehead.  "I'm glad you're a good sport
about all of this.  I honestly had no intention of ever telling you about
any of it.  But I'm glad it's out in the open.  What we did, when we were
young, was fun.  I've never been able to talk to anyone about except Jen."

   She left, and I headed out to meet some friends.  It was odd, but I
agreed with her, it was a relief, and perhaps the most erotic thing I could
imagine.  I still don't know how she'd feel about Jen having given me a
blowjob, or the other times I came on her sister, but I figured we were in
a good place.

   I was playing video games in my friend Josh's basement when I got the
first text.  My phone buzzed.  I looked down at the screen, and in the dim
light I quickly stashed my phone in my pocket.  When my turn ended I passed
the remote to our friend Chris and went to the bathroom.  I shut the door
and unlocked my phone.  The picture, that had made me stash my phone, was a
picture of my mom's cleavage.  She was in her office, the camera looking
down her shirt.  A second pick was her shirt off, her bra pushing her tits
together.  Then a picture down her pants; she had nothing on underneath,
her pubic hair lit in the dim light.  My mother was sending me pictures,
something she probably would have done to their dad if the technology had
existed back then.

   I replied that I her, and I got a shot of my mom's ass poking out of her
scrubs.  I shook my head and returned to my game, feeling my phone pulse
every now and then, anticipating what was waiting for me.  When I had a
chance to look, Mom told me she had to change her pants because she got so
wet taking those pictures.

   When I got home Jen was done with her interview.  She was taking a nap,
naked on the couch.  When I shut the door behind me she woke up, looking at
me through sleepy eyes.

   "How was the interview?" I asked.

   "I find out their decision tomorrow," she said.  She stretched, and I
looked her over, appreciating how my grandfather must have felt all the
time.  I guess my grandmother must have enjoyed herself, too.

   "Can I tell you something?" she said.  "My ex-husband never knew about
our family history.  I could never tell him something like that.  I guess I
knew, even from the beginning, that it wouldn't work out."

   "His loss," I said.  She smiled, closing her eyes.  My dick was hard,
and looking down at it I had a question I wanted to ask.  "Did grandpa John
always have an erection."

   "Pretty much," she said.  "Once he started coming all the time out in
the open, it helped a bit.  I think my mom was glad, too, because they did
it a few times a day and I think she was worn out all the time.  You could
say that we shared the load."

   She chuckled at her own joke and shifted a little bit on the couch.  I
looked her over, my mind brimming with questions.  "Did you ever touch it?"
I asked.

   "Yes.  A few times, but just accidentally, like if we were all
swimming." She reached over and pulled me down so I was laying on the
couch, and nimbly climbed over me.  She lowered her pussy to my face just
as she engulfed my dick in her mouth.  Just like that we were pleasuring
each other with our mouths.  She sucked like she was possessed, her pussy
grinding against my face.  I had clearly triggered something powerful in
her.  I licked her, burying my face in her pussy, focusing my tongue on her
clit.

   The only sounds were our mouths on each other, our bodies pressed
together.  Jen's pussy was so wet, and soon she started grunting with my
dick in her mouth.  I doubled my efforts, and she came hard, bucking
against me.  I gripped her ass hard to steady her as my dick popped out of
her mouth and she cried out.  She thrashed as my tongue pressed and swirled
against her clit, her pussy flooding my face with her wetness.  She took my
dick in her hand and stroked before taking it into her mouth.

   I came hard, pumping cum into her mouth as she swallowed.  I thrust
upward, and she took me as deep as she good, still grinding her pussy
against my face.  I kept licking her, focusing now that my orgasm was
finished.  She kept me in her mouth, still sucking, as she came again.  My
face was covered in her wetness and she moaned, her mouth full of my
softening dick.  Her orgasm faded and she lifted off of me, clear strands
leaking out of her pussy and onto my face.  I pulled her close and buried
my face in her tits, kissing her while she panted heavily against me.

   We lay like that for a while, finally untangling so she could shower.  I
showered outside, which was where Mom found me when she came home.

   "Hey," she said.  She still had her scrubs on.

   "Hey," I said.  She stripped off her scrubs and piled them on the deck
chair.  She jumped into the pool.

   "Jen's asleep," she said.  "Passed out on her bed.  Looks exhausted."
She looked at me and I played dumb.

   "She said the interview went well," I said, stepping out of the shower.
My dick was limp but I felt it stiffen slightly as she swam naked.

   "Did you enjoy my texts?" she finally asked.

   "I did," I said with a grin.

   "Imagine how hard it's going to be when you're in classes again," she
said.  She swam close and I pulled her to me.  She wrapped her legs around
my waist, floating against me.  My dick was inches from her pussy, but it
felt like an insurmountable distance.

   "Can we talk about yesterday?" I asked.  She looked upset but nodded. 
"I shouldn't have tried that."

   "I can't blame you for trying," she said.  "I did call you into the tub
with me, let you rub me off.  It's my fault."

   "No, it isn't," I said.  "I'm sorry for what I said, though."

   "I know," she said in a small voice.  It had still hurt her, though. 
"But we're good now, right?"

   "Better than good," I said.

   She laughed, then said, "I was so nervous when you saw that album
yesterday.  I thought you might try and move out or something when you
found it."

   "It was a shock, for sure," I said.  "But damn, mom, that's pretty hot.
Your dad coming on you, and your mom knowing about it." I paused, asking
her the same question.  "Did you ever, do it for him."

   She said nothing, but led me out of the pool.  "Come upstairs and give
me a backrub, and I'll answer any question you have." She toweled off and
scooped up her scrubs as we headed upstairs.  I pulled her into my room,
leading her to my bed.  She lay on her stomach, and I knelt over her,
slowly kneading her back.

   "Thanks," she said.  "Long day at work." She sighed, the continued. 
"Yes, to answer your question.  Sometimes I'd jerk him off.  It was my
idea, really.  He and mom were always getting him to come in front of us,
and it was fun.  So one day while they were getting him close I reached out
and grabbed it and finished the job.  And then when she wasn't around, I'd
do it, too.  I used to love it."

   We were quiet for a while, and I moved down her back to her ass.  I
massaged her ass and she lifted it high in the air.  Her pussy was
dripping. I ventured closer with my hands, my fingers an inch from her
pussy as I said, "just your hands?"

   She paused, then moved her ass sidewise so my fingers made contact.  She
sighed as I touched her.  Her shoulders were low and her ass up high, and
my fingers slid along her labia with each.  I rubbed her slowly, switching
between her clit and the entrance of her vagina.

   "Don't ever tell Jen," she said, her voice muffled by the bed.  "But,
no."

   "How?" I asked, letting her delay for dramatic effect.

   "I'd let him do it between my tits.  Not at first, not for a long time."

   "I bet that was fun," I said.  "You've got really nice tits."

   "Thanks," she said.

   "Did you ever give him a blowjob?" I asked.  I rubbed her a little
faster, my other hand gently kneading her ass.  She sighed.

   "Yes," she said.  "I can't imagine what you think of me."

   "Tell me," I implored.  "I think you're amazing."

   "We were on vacation in Mexico, we were on the beach, and he was hard
and we were alone.  And I took him into my mouth.  I asked, and he had said
no, and I begged him, I begged him to let me suck his dick.  He finally
relented and I went down on him.  And after that, well I did it quite a few
times.  Mom either didn't know or didn't care.  And I loved sucking him
off, swallowing his cum."

   I focused on her clit as I slid three fingers into her.  She responded
by bucking backward with her ass, fucking my fingers as she did so.  I
fingered my mom as she grunted quietly into the mattress, her sounds
guttural like an animal.

   "Did you like swallowing your dad's cum?  Did you like it when he came
on your face and tits?"

   "Yes," she gasped.  "I loved it!  I loved his cum so much."

   She came, her pussy clamping down on my fingers.  She writhed and took a
deep, sharp breath and then fell forward.  My hand slipped out from her
pussy.  She rolled over, her eyes on fire, and grabbed my dick.  She
stroked me, angling her body lower.  She stroked me and made soft
whimpering noises, begging me to come.

   It was too much, and I bucked my hips into her hand and came.  She
pulled herself up, letting the head of my dick explode against her lips.  I
came all over her face, my dick pressed against her soft lips, leaving
giant globs of cum all over her chin.  Cum dribbled onto her chin, over her
tits, as she kept stroking me.

   With jolt, I realized that mom was coming.  I wasn't touching her but
she was having an orgasm.  She bucked her hips and let go of my dick, which
flopped down on her breast, leaving a streak of cum.

   Mom's eyes were shut, covered in cum, but she found my hand and pulled
me down on her.  She kissed me, pressing her face against me, smearing my
own cum on my face as we kissed.  I tasted my own cum as our lips parted
and her tongue found mine.  I kissed her tits, smearing more cum on them,
as my fingers found her pussy again.  I rubbed her off, and she came
quickly, her body shaking violently as another powerful orgasm overtook
her. She kept kissing me, our bodies a sticky mess, until her orgasm was
over.  Then she pulled me next to her, cuddling close.

   We lay there, silent, a sticky mess, as she curled up next to me.  She
threw a leg over me, her thigh contacting my sticky, spent penis.  Her
pussy leaked onto my side, and we lay there, together.  As I drifted off to
sleep, I wondered what else my mom was waiting to tell me..

   to be continued....
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