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   The Guesthouse Stories Part 1.

   I lived in a small mid-west town from my birth until the age of
twenty-three when I went travelling in Europe.  This story happened to me
when I was nineteen.  My parents ran a small guesthouse that took in some
permanent guests and travelling salesmen.  I say my parents ran the
guesthouse; in fact my mother ran it whilst my father earned a living as an
IT hardware engineer.  This job meant that he was often away for a few days
at a time.  I therefore did my best to lend a hand, tidying and maintaining
the place, to help my mother.

   Let me describe my mother and myself.  Mom was and still is a petite,
attractive brunette with slightly boyish looks, enhanced by her liking for
bobbed hairstyles.  She is slim and naturally athletic looking being 5' 4"
and with a figure most twenty-year olds would die for.  I myself am 5' 11,"
sandy haired, slim & fit.  Nothing special to look at but generally okay,
you could say.

   I considered myself to be heterosexual and had, by the age of nineteen,
had a good deal of sex with a few girlfriends, but nothing serious. 
Generally I am happy with my own company but by no means a loner.  I do
however have a great interest in all things sexual and have from an early
age.  I enjoy sex magazines, porn videos and generally fantasising about
sex in all its forms.  I have never thought of myself as obsessed; I simply
have the high sex drive of a regular young man.  I suppose if there is
anything unusual about me it is that I am a sexual hedonist when it comes
to both viewing and fantasising about sex.  For me anything goes; hetero,
gay, lesbian, bi, consensual, non-consensual, and even bestial.  The only
exceptions I make are that I'm not into S&M or anything that involves
children.

   Anyway, back to the story of how the arrival of a new guest and
subsequent events put all my fantasies into the shade.

   One Saturday morning Mom told me that a man had phoned to arrange
accommodation on a semi-permanent basis.  He was coming into town to do
some contract work at a local surveyors office and wanted to stay at least
three weeks and maybe longer depending how his work went.  Mom said that
she had told him a room would be ready for him that afternoon.  She then
told me his name was Peter and that she was going to put him in the attic
room and asked that I make sure the room was all in order since it hadn't
had a guest in it for the last six months.  I checked it out after lunch,
opened up the windows to let it air through, fixed a broken bulb and
generally gave it a clean through.  Mom then made up the bed with fresh
linen.

   Peter arrived around four o'clock after a seven-hour car journey.  He
was in his late thirties, very slightly overweight but was clean and smart
in appearance.  However there was something about him, a look in his eye,
the way he carried himself, something different but I couldn't put my
finger on it.  He hadn't even unpacked when he asked if he could bath to
freshen up.  I must admit that I thought this was a little strange.  Most
guests at least had a look around the house and yard, grabbed a coffee and
chatted a little before settling in and taking baths, but not Peter; he
wanted a bath straight away.  Mum showed him along the corridor to the
bathroom and I followed behind.  I could see that Peter was taking a good
look at Mom's ass which I have to say looked pretty good in a pair of tight
stretch-jeans.  Don't get me wrong.  I didn't make a habit of looking at my
Mom sexually, it's just there was no denying, she had a great arse!

   Intrigued by the new arrival and knowing he would be in the bath for at
least twenty minutes, I decided to take a quick look in his room and maybe
sneak a peek in his bag.  I didn't make a habit of such things but just
occasionally human nature gets the better of us all and on occasion I would
take a little look at guests personal belongings.  It told more about a
person in a few minutes than hours of polite conversation over dinner ever
did.  I always left things straight and never ever took anything - it
wasn't about stealing, just being nosy.

   I unzipped Peter's bag, which was left on the bed.  On top was the usual
stuff; a couple of pairs of pants, three shirts, t-shirts, underwear and
toiletries.  I figured I'd find some porn mags since most of our male
guests seemed to arrive with some late-night reading material.  Sure enough
there were a few mags that looked pretty interesting.  At the bottom of his
bag were two smaller zip bags.  One was obviously a camera bag and when I
looked it contained a compact video camera.  The other was more intriguing;
a small wash-bag.  I unzipped this and looked inside.  To my utter surprise
it contained a strap-on dildo, about ten inches long.  What in earth was
Peter carrying a strap-on dildo in his bags when everything else about his
belongings seemed so ordinary?

   I re-zipped the dildo bag and checked the clock.  I had only been in
Peter's room for 3 or 4 minutes; time to take a quick peek at the mags. 
The first was a regular sex mag, plenty of nice girls, all solo.  The
second was better.  It featured men and women having really good hard sex
with plenty of penetration and cum shots.  I made a mental note to come
back and borrow it one day when Peter was at work.  The third and final mag
was really different.  It featured an older women, maybe late thirties or
early forties, and a young guy.  The text was a story board to go with the
pictures and laid out that the women was the young guy's mom.  This was
really good with the young guy spying on his mother and then getting it on
with her in the kitchen.  I had never really fantasised about incest but
this story was really getting me hard.  I couldn't help thinking of my own
Mom and what it might be like to fuck her.  I had seen her tits when she
was sun bathing from time to time but never anything else.  I started to
rub my dick through my chinos and felt the dampness of pre-cum in my
jockeys.  As I rubbed I just knew I wasn't going to be able to hold out for
long.  I checked the clock again - fifteen minutes gone - Peter would
surely be finishing soon and I had to get out of his room.  Sod it just
look at a few more pages, I thought.  I was entranced and on the verge of
cumming and I hadn't even got my dick out.  I quickly undid my fly, grabbed
my dick out of my shorts and, massaging the pre-cum into the head jerked
myself.  I started to come instantly and buckets just spewed all over my
hand.  I hadn't even prepared by grabbing a kleenex.  In the back of my
mind I knew I had to get out quick or be caught.

   "Found what you're looking for?" I swung round to see Peter entering the
room with a towel round his waist and carrying his clothes.  I had blown it
in more ways than one.  I instantly flushed with embarrassment.  What the
fuck could I say, caught with a fist full of cum in a guest's room and his
personal property spread all over the bed.  I blurted out "Oh god, sorry...
I couldn't help it...I...I " or some such crap.  Peter remained unnervingly
calm.  "Do you always treat your guest's belongings like this?" he said. 
"No, never....I just took a peek, and..." Peter cut me off and told me to
stop mumbling.  "You know I am going to have to tell your mother, and then
find alternative accommodation, don't you," he said.  "No, for god sake
don't tell my Mom, It won't ever happen again, I promise, please don't tell
Mom," I pleaded.  I was still stood with dick in hand and cum dripping onto
the floor - utter humiliation.

   Peter's mood then changed.  He suddenly changed from cool to severe. 
"If you don't want me to tell your Mom then you're going have to make
amends and that means doing whatever I say during my stay here.  Do you
understand?" he demanded.  "Sure," I said, "I'll do chores for you, go
shopping to the mall, whatever you want."

   "What I want is not fucking chores doing you little wanker, what I want
is much more personal than that, are you still on for the deal or do I tell
your Mom?," he said.  "I'm on for the deal," I replied.  I knew Peter would
only be with us for a few weeks and figured anything he might want would be
better than my Mom finding out what I had been upto in Peter's room.

   I went to cover myself and tuck my dick back into by pants.  "You can
start right now" said Peter.  "Leave your dick out and drop your pants and
shorts to the floor, Now!" he instructed.  What the fuck!  I couldn't
believe he wanted my to drop my pants and said, "oh come on, I'll do other
things, chores errands, you know."

   "Not good enough, you agreed to the deal, now drop your pant or get out
and suffer the consequences," he said.

   I knew I was lost.  I fumbled at my belt and slowly undid it and my
pants.  They dropped to the floor.  "And the shorts," he said.  I slowly
pulled my shorts down to my ankles and then stood up covering my dick with
both hands.  I could feel it was beginning to get semi-hard again and
didn't want Peter to see that my situation was getting me excited.  I could
see Peter's dick had started to tent under his towel and realised the
situation was getting him hot to.

   Peter closed the door and removed his towel.  His dick sprung up
straight.  It was a good 8" long and un-cut.  Peter wrapped his fist around
it and gently pulled his skin back and forth.  "If you like to wank in
guest's rooms then you can go it again now," he said.  "I can't," I said,
"I've only just come." "Then you'd better work hard to come again for me,
or the deals off," he replied.  I placed my hand around my dick and started
to wank slowly.  My dick was getting hard but the situation was making me
nervous and I didn't think I would be able to come.  Peter obviously
realised this and started to talk to me about the magazine he had caught me
with.  He asked me if I liked the incest story and whether it made me think
of my own mother.  Whether I had ever seen her nude and if I ever wanked
when thinking about her.  I said no, but just Peter saying such things had
made me start to think of my Mom as I jerked myself off in front of another
man and one that I had only met an hour before.

   "Come on, you little slut fuck, wank harder, harder, milk yourself for
me, I want to see you spray your cum again," Peter said as he continued to
wank himself faster.  I could feel my own orgasm coming and was no longer
trying to cover myself in anyway.  I stood proudly in front of him, a total
stranger, wanking for all I was worth and thinking of fucking my own
mother. Peter obviously realised the effect the magazine had had on me and
what I was thinking about.  "So you want to fuck your own Mother just like
the story do you?," "You want her to suck you and fuck you and take your
cum do you," he said.  "Yes, oh yes," I said as I started to feel my cum
rising.  "Oh god I want to fuck my mother and spray her with cum," I
shouted as my cum started to spray, burst after burst across the floor.  As
I subsided Peter approached me and told me to kneel down.  My god he didn't
want me to suck him did he.  No, Peter just stood in front of my face and
continued to wank.  Coolly and calmly he started come and directed each
spurt into my face and hair and across my chest.  I realised afterwards
that this was designed to add to my humiliation and his dominance of me.

   As I stood up, Peter looked at me and said, "Don't worry, you will get
to fuck your Mother before I leave, but it will be on my terms and in front
of me," he said.

   "I can't, I can't fuck my Mom ever," I said.

   "Oh believe me, you can and you will when I say so and you won't have to
wait too long, now get out of my room, I'll shout for you when I want you
again," he said.

   With that I gathered my clothes and ran quickly down the single flight
of stairs to my own room, to get cleaned up and reflect on what had just
happened.  Did he mean it about Mom?

  
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   The Guesthouse Stories Part 2.

   When Peter arrived home from his work, it was about 4pm.  My Mom was in
the yard tidying up and I was in the lounge reading.  As soon as I heard
Peter walk into the hallway, I felt a stirring in my loins.  I wondered if
he would be requiring me to do anything for him today.  In some ways I
hoped not, I hoped that yesterday's events would never be mentioned again.
Another part of me however wanted him to take things further.

   Peter opened the lounge door and immediately stopped me wondering.  "I'm
going to my room to freshen-up, be there in five minutes and don't keep me
waiting," he said abruptly.  With that he walked out of the room and
directly upstairs.  I waited a couple of minutes, with butterflies in my
stomach and a sense of great excitement.  I checked out of the window to
ensure Mom was still in the yard and then proceeded up to the top floor of
the house where Peter's room was.  I knocked the door and waited.

   "Come in," shouted Peter.

   I slowly entered the room and firmly shut the door behind me.  "Do you
want it locked?," I asked.

   "That's up to you," said Peter, "Do you want others to see us yet?," he
added.

   The `yet' got me worried again.  Peter obviously planned at some time
that what was currently our secret was going to be made known to others. 
Did he still have my Mom in mind?  I decided to lock the door and having
done so asked Peter what he wanted.

   "Oh, nothing special today" he said, "just a little show from you and
then we will talk about your Mother." Peter sat in the single chair in the
corner of his room, lit a cigarette and then told me to undress.  I asked
him what he wanted me to take off and he said that it was to be everything
today.  I removed my shirt and shoes and then unbuckled my belt and removed
my pants.  Having done so I stood quietly, hoping he would not demand I
remove all my clothes, although he had already said everything should come
off.

   "The shorts aswell" he said.

   I pulled my shorts to the floor and removed them.  My dick was fully
erect already and straining with every pumping of my heart.

   "I see you like our little deal," said Peter.  He then stood up removed
his own pants and shorts and sat back down in his chair.  I could see his
dick also fully erect and glistening; he was almost ready to come for god's
sake.  Peter instructed that this time I lay on the floor to masturbate.  I
duly laid down a few feet from his chair and started to wank.  Slowly at
first and then gently speeding up.  Peter also started to rub his own cock.

   "Lift your knees and put a finger in your arse," Peter instructed.  I
was truly submissive to this man and enjoying every moment of it.  I raised
my knees to my stomach and inserted my index finger into my arse.  "No
finger fuck yourself while you wank," he said.  Peter himself just
continued to wank himself slowly and with great control.  As I was becoming
frantic with the lust of the situation he seemed to remain so cool and
collected.

   "What are you thinking of?" he said, "Are you thinking of your Mother
again?" That's exactly what I was think of, my own dear, gorgeous, petite,
sexy, Mom.  I was imagining fucking her hard and fast.  I was imagining her
screams of lust as she begged me to push harder whilst at the same time
exclaiming how wrong it was that her son should be fucking her.  I told
Peter exactly what I was thinking as I pumped harder and faster.

   "I'm cumming, I'm cumming," I shouted, as I pumped a huge load of semen
into the air and down onto myself.  The first spurts hit my face and hair.
The rest rained down onto my stomach and chest.  I was covered.  I started
to raise myself from the floor but Peter instructed that I should remain on
the floor.  As yesterday he approached me and continued his own
masturbation.  He continued to pump his straining dick and then came in
half a dozen long spurts.  This time he directed it all at my crotch.  My
dick and balls were drenched in his spunk whilst the rest of me dribbled
with my own.  Once again Peter had made no attempt to touch me.

   "Now stand up and put your clothes back on," he said.

   "Can I clean up first?," I asked.

   "No, put your clothes straight on," Peter instructed.

   I put my shorts, pants and shirt back on over the top of my spunk
drenched body.  It was slimy and sticky as I stood in front of Peter with
the mess coming through in wet patches.

   Peter remained naked from the waist down and sat back down in his chair.

   "Now we need to talk about your Mother," he said.  "I want to see you
fuck her and I know from your lust-full ranting that you want the same."

   I made no attempt to pretend otherwise, but said, "There's no way I
could ever make the move on Mom, what he she didn't want it, the whole
thing could be a disastrous mistake."

   "Don't worry," said Peter, here's what you do.  "Does your Mother ever
tidy your room?" he asked.

   "Yeah, everyday as she does the rest of the house," I said.

   "Does see know you read porn?."

   "I'm sure she does but as long as I don't leave mags and vids lying
around she says nothing about it," I responded as my own spunk dribbled
down my face.

   "Right," he said "take the incest mag I found you wanking over yesterday
and make sure you leave it somewhere in your room that she will find it. 
You have to make sure however that you `strike while the irons hot'.  I am
taking tomorrow off work so leave the mag for her tomorrow morning and let
me know as soon as she finds it."

   He then said that he wouldn't `require' me anymore today,.  I returned
to my room with the mag which I spent the evening ready over and over
whilst fantasizing about what was to come and masturbating at least three
more times before I went to bed.

  
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   The Guesthouse Stories Part 3.

   The next morning I thought about what Peter had instructed me to do with
the incest mag.  Should I leave it for my Mom to find?  What would be the
consequences if she genuinely didn't approve of such material.  I loved my
Mom and didn't want to upset our relationship just to do what Peter
instructed.  However the possibility that I might get to fuck my Mom was
too great an attraction.  I decided that I would do as instructed.

   Once I was up I carefully left the mag under my pillow with just a
corner exposed.  I knew my Mom would find it but the thought of her
reaction made me so nervous as to nearly be sick.

   Mom usually tidied the house around 10am and did my room last at about
11.00.  Just before 11.00, I climbed the last flight of stairs onto the top
floor from where I could look down on my bedroom door through the stair
rails.  From here I could also go to Peters room unnoticed.

   At just gone 11.00 Mom made her way up the 1st floor stairs and into my
room.  Once she was inside, I quietly made my way down the small flight of
stairs from the 2nd floor and peeked through the door jar into my room. 
Mom was generally tidying around and then vacuumed the rug.  My heart was
beating so fast.  She then approached my bed and started to straighten the
covers.  As she did so I saw her catch site of the mag and take it out from
under my pillow.  At first she just put it on the bed.  Did she think it
was just another porn mag?  Would she simply slide it under by bed where
she must have known I kept my other mags?  I couldn't believe the tension I
felt.

   Having finished the bed linen Mom picked up the mag.  This was it, the
moment of truth.  Mom sat down on the bed and opened the mag.  Oh my god!,
I thought, my heart raced.

   Mom suddenly closed the mag.  She had obviously quickly gathered from
the text what it depicted - a young man fucking his mother.  Was she too
shocked?  She looked over her shoulder to satisfy herself that she was
alone.  Just as I thought all was lost, Mom picked the mag back up and
started to read.

   I quickly retreated upstairs to Peter's room and knocked quietly on the
door.  Peter answered the door and I immediately told him that Mom had
taken the bait and was reading the mag as we spoke.

   "Excellent," he said and led us both quietly back down the stairs to spy
on my mother.

   When we approach my bedroom door we could see that Mom was intently
reading the incest mag.  As we watched she raised her hand to her blouse
and gently unbuttoned it down to her waist.  With her left hand she started
to caress her nipples through the material of her bra.  As she read on she
was clearly becoming more and more turned on.  Peter nudged me and smiled.
We continued to watch as Mom removed her blouse completely and unclipped
her bra.  She let it fall from her small breasts and place it on the bed.
Both her hands were now caressing and pinching her nipples and she lay out
stretched on my bed and moaned gently.

   As Peter and I both became excited by the vision before us, we both got
our dicks out and started to masturbate.  I could barely keep myself form
spurting then and there on the landing.

   Mom then stood up and unzipped her jeans.  She pushed them to the floor
and stepped out of them.  She lay back down on my bed and continued to read
the mag whilst her left hand went inside her knickers and started to rub
her mound.  She then turned on her back and, raising her knees, proceeded
to slide her knickers off with her moist cunt in full view of Peter and
myself.  She then pushed two fingers into her cunt and started to frig
herself as she turned the pages before her.

   I started to feel my cum rising.  Peter realised and grabbed my arm.  He
whispered to me that now was the time.  He prompted me to go into my room
where my own mother was now frantically frigging herself to orgasm on my
bed.  My lust was at boiling point watching Mom's show as I stuffed my rock
hard dick back into my pants and walked boldly in on my Mom.

   "My God!," my Mom screamed as she realised, that like myself two days
before, she had been caught masturbating in someone else's room with no
time to hide the fact of what she had been doing.  She grabbed the bed
linen around her and started to say over and over again how sorry she was
and how she hadn't meant to be doing what she was doing.  "Oh god, Oh god,"
she kept repeating.

   I immediately sat down on the bed next to Mom and apologised for leaving
my porn lying around.  "No, no," she said, "it was my fault for looking at
your private stuff.  I just couldn't help myself, it was so sexy," she
said.

   "You found that mag sexy Mom?," I asked.  "You liked the boy fucking his
own mother did you?."

   "Oh god, yes," she said, "I couldn't believe it, the thought of
something so naughty, so risky just got me so hot so quickly, I couldn't
help myself - I'm so sorry."

   I grabbed the bed lien and started to pull it from my mother.  "It
needn't be just fantasy Mom," I said as I slowly exposed her hot, naked
body.  Her pussy was still wet from her frigging and her tiny nipples were
fully erect.  She was still totally on heat.  I dragged the bed line
entirely off her and then leaving her fully exposed I stood and removed my
clothes.  She said nothing as I got naked and stood before her with my dick
as ranging hard as it had ever been in my life.  Pre-cum was pouring from
its head.

   "We can't do this," she said, "It's so wrong, you're my son!"

   As she made this vain objection she parted her legs and exposed her
pussy to me.  It was literally dripping.  Forgetting all about Peter I
walked to the head of the bed and grabbed the back of Moms head.  I thrust
me dick towards her mouth and forced her lips open with my cock-head.  She
obliged and took my full length into her mouth and started to frantically
suck.  I was so turned on I cam almost instantly gushing my full load into
her mouth so quickly that it dribbled from the sides of her mouth and
dribbled onto her breasts.  Her mouth was so full she was nearly gagging.
As I withdrew spunk poured from her mouth onto her stomach and down onto
her pussy.

   I then positioned myself between my Mom's legs and started to suck at
her cunt.  My tongue went deep into her body and she screamed at me not to
stop.  She was possessed with lust.  As I got instantly hard again I
position my dick head on my Mom's pussy lips and started to enter her
petite writhing body.  I pushed hard into her and started to fuck her.  She
bucked her hips toward me to meet every thrust and clung onto my back with
clenched fingers.

   It was so quick, so frantic and so dirty.  My own mother was reaching
orgasm as I emptied my second load of spunk deep inside her body.

   Just at the moment of mutual orgasm Peter entered the room and my Mom
screamed.  "What the fuck are you doing here!?."

   Peter looked at me and said, "I told you your horning bitch Mother would
love to be fucked by her son."

   My mother looked at me and swore, "You knew he was watching, you set
this all up you bastard."

   "I m so sorry Mom," I said, "but I just couldn't resist you.  You are so
sexy and I had to have you whatever the cost.  I needed to fuck you and I
think you enjoyed every minute of it." Before Mom could say anything else
Peter said, "Stop worrying, no one will ever know about our secret."

   "Our secret!" shouted Mom.  "What the fuck were you doing watching?."

   Peter's tone changed; "Shut the fuck up women, you fucked your son and I
watched the whole thing.  So now you belong to me as much as he does.  If
you don't like that then just say the word and I'll happily tell all to
your husband.  Otherwise get your precious son to explain the deal to you
and I'll see you both tomorrow." With that he turned and left the room.



  
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   The Guesthouse Stories Part 4.

   My Mom and me both sat naked on my bed covered in the sweat of our first
fuck together and in utter silence.  Peter had made it clear to my Mom that
he now considered her part of `the deal' and then simply walked out having
watched our entire fuck session.  I didn't know where to begin and Mom
seemed so shocked by what had just happened, between her and me and with
Peter, that she simple sat there.

   I knew I had to say something.  I wanted her to know that I hadn't set
her up just to save myself from Peter `spilling the beans' about catching
me wanking.  I had set her up, yes; but it was because I wanted her so bad,
I thought she was the most gorgeous, sexiest women on the planet and the
fact that she was my own Mother just added to the lust I felt for her. 
Sure Peter had driven the situation but I was a willing partner.

   I started to talk and told her that I loved her and that I didn't mean
to do anything to hurt her.  I just wanted her so bad and Peter had given
me the opportunity.

   Mom interrupted me, "So what's this deal you have going with Peter, have
you done some sort of trade with me?," she said.

   "No, no," I said, "I wouldn't trade you like some $10 crack whore.  It's
just Peter saw an opportunity to make it happen."

   "What opportunity?," she asked, "Why and how the hell is Peter involved
in this?"

   I knew that I had no choice but to come clean about Peter and me.  I
told my Mom that Peter had caught me in his room going through his stuff
and had kinda blackmailed me into subsequent events.

   Mom said,"If all that happened was Peter catching you going through is
bag then why didn't you tell me, sure it's a bad thing to do to a guest, to
go through their personal belongings, but I wouldn't have been too mad.  I
have to admit that on occasion I have done it myself," she said.

   Mom clearly knew there was more to it than just my snooping.  I decided
to tell her everything, from start to finish.  For god sake we had just
fucked each other, surely she wasn't going to be too concerned that I had
been caught wanking over Peter's porn mags.

   I started to recount the events that had led up to us fucking.  Mom made
me go into every detail, how I had re-acted, how I had frigged my self on
command, how I had twice left Peter's room dripping in spunk, and finally
how this had led to Peter and I setting Mom up to find the incest mag and
my fucking her.  Mom was obviously getting turned on again as I
re-countered the story.  She asked me what it had been like to masturbate
in front of a stranger, what it felt like to have Peter come all over me
and to describe in detail my thoughts of fucking her as I had performed for
Peter.  As I did so right Mom's hand started gently massaging her clit
whilst her left hand caressed her breasts and nipples.

   "Oh god, it's just all so sexy," she said, "Just the thought of what's
been going on under my nose."

   I was getting hard again as I recounted my story.  Mom grabbed by cock
and pulled up and down on the shaft.

   "Fuck me son, fuck me again, please," she begged.  I lent across and
inserted my index finger into her cunt and began to finger fuck her.

   "How do you want me?," she said.

   I held her small hips and turned her on her stomach.  "Over the side of
the bed, doggy," I responded.

   Mom gently slid of the bed and onto her knees with her shoulders and
arms stretched over the bed.  I massaged the moisture left from our last
fuck over the head of my cock and knelt behind her.  Her cunt was moist and
dripping my first load down her inner thigh.  Her arse hole was beautifully
exposed to me.  I place my thumb against her arsehole and my dick on her
pussy lips.  Then I inserted my thumb into her beautiful arse and my cock
into her pussy at the same time.  Mom bucked at this double penetration,
then relaxed and let me enter her slowly and softly.  Once my dick was
fully in her she told me to fuck her hard and fast.

   "Hard, fast and dirty is how I always want our sex to be," she said as I
started to pump her frantically.  "What we've now got together is never
going to stop, not even when Peter is a distant memory.  I love you fucking
me and I want it to continue.  Who knows what adventures we may have in the
future together and maybe from time to time with our paying guests."

   I couldn't believe my luck.  Not only did Mom want me now, in the heat
of the moment, she wanted to make it a regular thing.  I hadn't even
considered getting other guests involved in the future but Mom's mind was
already thinking ahead.

   I pumped as hard and as fast as I could into my Mom with both my dick
and thumb.  With my other hand I massaged her little titties.  She bucked
and swore as she reached orgasm after orgasm.  Once again I didn't last
long but that was the way Mom seemed to like it.  I shouted that I was
cumming.

   "Not inside me!," Mom shouted, "I want you to spray my back and arse
with your spunk.  Cover me with your juices."

   I pulled out and wanked the last few strokes to a fantastic orgasm.  I
couldn't believe how much spunk I was producing.  Spurt after spurt covered
my Moms back and arse and dripped down between her thighs.

   Mom rolled over and sat on the floor.  "We must do whatever Peter wants
of us during his stay with us," she panted, "We can't afford to have him
talk to your father and spoil everything," she insisted.

   As Mom started to get up and gather her clothes I couldn't resist taking
a leaf from Peter's book.  "Don't get dressed or cleaned up," I said, "I
want you to walk out of here and down the corridor to your room just as you
are, naked and dripping in spunk."

   "I can't do that son," she said, "What if any of our other guests were
to see me?."

   "That's the whole point," I said, "The risk of it all, and anyway we
only have two other guest at the moment so the chances of being seen are
only small.  Now go for it Mom and don't run, I want you to walk slowly
down the corridor, dripping my cum all the way to your room."

   Mom did just as instructed and we both then waited in anticipation of
Peter's next instructions.  Hopefully we would not have to wait too long.



  
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   The Guesthouse Stories Part 5.

   The next morning I went down to breakfast to find Mom in the kitchen
making coffee.  I immediately asked her if she had seen Peter and whether
he had said anything.  She said that the only person she had seen that
morning was Susan Gray and that she was outside sitting in the early
morning sun having some coffee.  Susan was in her late twenties and was
staying with us for a couple of weeks whilst attending a nursing seminar at
a local hospital complex.

   I kissed Mom quickly and whispered that I hadn't been able to stop
thinking about the events of yesterday.

   At that moment Peter entered the room.  He sat down at the kitchen table
and Mom and I politely said "Good Morning." We were both a little
embarrassed because we didn't know how Peter was going to treat us or
whether we should mention the situation.  My Mom passed Peter a mug of
coffee and then wandered back over to the sink, which had a window in front
looking out over the yard.

   Then Peter spoke, "Has your son explained the `deal'?, he enquired of my
mother.

   Mom sheepishly turned round to face both Peter and I, she glanced at me
for approval and then said that I had indeed explained the deal and that
under the circumstances she was prepared to go along with it under the
condition that Peter said nothing to my Father.

   "A very wise move.," Peter said, "I'm sure neither you, nor your son
will regret it and as an honourable man you have my word that your husband
will not get to hear of our agreement." He went onto say, "I suggest we
start right now!."

   "What do you mean right now?, said Mom, "its breakfast time and I still
have to tidy round, and Susan Gray is still here, and......" Peter raised
his hand to stop her.

   "The deal is, as I am sure your son told you, that you do what I want
when I want.  I don't tolerate excuses or objections.  Now I shall ask you
once again:- Do you understand and accept the deal?."

   Mom responded sheepishly that she did and that she would not argue with
Peter's instructions again.

   "Right," said Peter, "then as I said, we shall start right now."

   He turned to me and told me to fuck my Mother then and there.

   "What on the kitchen floor?" I asked.

   "No," he said, "Standing at the kitchen sink.  You will fuck her from
behind, bent over the sink."

   "What if Susan comes back into the kitchen?" I said.

   "That's your risk," Peter said, "Not mine.  Now proceed as your are
instructed."

   I walked the few paces to my mother who looked into my eyes and then
submissively turned to face out of the kitchen window.  I held her
shoulders and could feel her trembling with a mixture of excitement and
fear, presumably of being seen by Susan.  I checked through the window and
Susan seemed quite settled in the yard.  I figured we had plenty of time
and my cock was already straining to be set free from my pants.

   "Lift your Mother's skirt up around her waist and pull her knickers down
to her knees," Peter instructed, "Do not remove them!," he added.

   I did as instructed.  My Mom stood quite still as I exposed her small
arse and thighs to Peter's gaze.  I gently pushed her forward over the
sink, unzipped my fly and pulled out by cock.

   I looked over to Peter for his approval to proceed.  He nodded slightly
and I turned back to Mom and slowly pushed my cock head into her pussy. 
Her knees bent as I entered her but I grabbed her hips and lifted her back
up.  I then proceed to fuck her slowly and firmly.  Mom was really too
petite to be fucked over the sink, with each thrust her feet nearly lifted
from the floor.  This however made my penetration deeper and deeper.  It
was so good.

   Mom started to ride my dick, pushing herself back onto me as I thrust
into her.  She moaned, "Fuck me, fuck me....," over and over as my pumping
increased in speed.  I could feel my spunk started to build in my balls.

   Peter could see that I was building to orgasm and suddenly said "Stop!."
"Take your dick out, I have a new game for you today."

   I pulled my cock out as instructed.

   Mom begged, "Please, not yet, don't stop yet, please...."

   "Oh, he hasn't finished, don't worry," said Peter.  "Spread your arse
cheeks," he instructed mom, "I want to see your arsehole, spread them
wide.."

   Mom put her hands behind her and grabbed her pert cheeks, spreading her
arse as wide as she could.  She was once again possessed by the situation.

   "Now you will fuck your dear little mom's arse," Peter said.

   Mom immediately objected that she was too small to take my dick up her
arse.  "It will never fit, it will hurt, please not my arse, don't fuck my
arse...."

   I gently pushed her forward again.  I knew from her reaction that Mom
had liked my thumbing her arse during our fuck session the previous day.  I
would take it easy and gently but she would take my cock, whether or not
she thought she could.  There was a tub of butter on the kitchen dresser. I
reached over and grabbed a handful between my fingers and proceeded to
lubricate my dick.

   "Don't worry Mom," I said, "I'll be gentle, just relax and enjoy it."

   "What if Susan comes in?," Mom said, "What if she were to she us,
what...."

   "Stop worrying, lets just do it, its so sexy," I said.

   I proceeded to place my cock against Mom's arse and started to push
gently.  She was so tight and tense but against the sink she had no where
to go.  Suddenly my cock sunk in to her arse.  She yelped like a little
puppy and asked me to go real easy.  I gently and slowly pushed further in
until my cock was embedded upto the hilt in my Moms little arse.  Then I
started to pump slowly back and forth.  Mom was in ecstasy.  She was
writhing and moaning, "oh god, oh god, yes, fuck my arse, fuck my little
arse, god I love it..."

   Mom orgasmed within a couple of minutes.  Her pussy was dripping with
her juices, so much that it was running down her legs and leaving wet
patches on the kitchen floor.  I started to get near to my own orgasm and
shouted out that I was cumming.  Once again Peter stopped me.

   "Stop, take it out again," he instructed.

   "I can't, I can't," I said, "I'm going to cum."

   "Take it out now!" Peter shouted, "You will do exactly as I say or the
deals off and I `spill the beans'."

   I reluctantly pulled out again.  I was ready to burst, my dick throbbing
with excitement.

   "Now," Peter said calmly, "you will come in your mothers knickers.  Pull
them open and jack off into them."

   Mom's knickers were around the tops of her knees as Peter had
instructed. I held the top of the knickers and pulled them open to expose
the gusset.  I then proceed to jack myself.  It took no more than three
pumps before I started to empty my balls.  A huge amount of cum shot and
spurted in the open gusset of the knickers.  So much so that it started to
stain through and leek out of the sides.  I pumped every last drop I had
into them.  I then collapsed back into a chair, exhausted and totally
spent.

   Mom was still moaning from her orgasm.  Peter then got up and walked
over behind Mom.  She raised her head but look so exhausted herself that
she didn't seem to care what Peter was going to do.  Peter, as usual, had
no intention of actually touching Mom.  He took his cock out of his pants
and also jacked himself into Mom's knickers.  By the time he had finished
her knickers was overflowing with two huge loads of spunk.  Peter then did
himself backup and sat down again.

   "Right, now pull up your knickers," he instructed.

   "I can't," she replied, "they're full of mess, it will get everywhere."

   I knew Peter would not take no for an answer and so did Mom.  She looked
at him and totally humiliated slowly pulled her knickers back up.  Our
spunk dribbled out the gusset and down her thighs.  As she got them up you
could see the stains appear as the cum spread around her pussy lips and
arse.

   I suddenly noticed that Susan had got up out of her chair, picked up her
mug and was walking towards the kitchen door.  Mom quickly pulled her skirt
back into place and made for the hallway.

   "Where are you going?," Peter asked.

   "To get cleaned up and changed before Susan sees me," Mom replied.  "No
you're not.  You will go about your business in the kitchen and offer Susan
another coffee," Peter said.

   At that moment Susan entered the room.  Mom asked her if she would like
another coffee.  Susan said she would and sat down at the kitchen table. 
Mom started to get her coffee whilst Peter and I watched in silence.  We
could both see the cum running down her legs and onto the floor.  Would
Susan see it?  Would she ever guess what it was?

   At one point so much was running down Mom's leg that she had to wipe it
with her fingers.  She then picked up Susan's coffee and passed it to her
at the table.  Susan then obviously noticed Mom's legs and was clearly
confused as to what the sticky mess on them was.  At that very moment she
must have got a whiff of spunk and sex from Mom's hand has she took the
coffee cup from her.  I was watching Susan intently.  I noticed the sudden
realisation in her mind of what it was on Mom's hand and legs.  She said
nothing, merely thanks for the coffee.  She the said the she would have to
rush or be late for work, and then got up and left the kitchen.

   "That was so embarrassing," said Mom, "She saw the mess, she knew what
it was.."

   "So what.," said Peter, "She didn't seem upset, or shocked.  I bet she's
in her room right now, imaging how you got cum everywhere and assuming it
must have been mine.  She would never even consider it was your own son's
as well.  Now you go and get cleaned up."

   Mom then left the room.

   Peter got up and walked to the door.  As he left he turned to me and
said "How would you like to see Susan fuck your Mom with a strap-on?."

   "You're kidding," I said.

   "Then you'll just have to wait and see," he said and walked out of the
room.

  
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   The Guesthouse Stories Part 6.

   Two days later Mom and I were sat in the kitchen in the evening,
drinking some wine.  Peter was upstairs and our other two house guests,
Susan and John Jackson, a travelling salesman, were out.  Susan at a bar
with some of her nursing colleagues and Mr Jackson probably at some nearby
strip joint.  Mom and I had always thought him a little seedy but he stayed
regularly, kept himself to himself, his room tidy and paid on time, so we
figured whatever he did in his spare time was his concern.

   Mom and I were quietly talking about the events of the last few days
and, I guess, trying to make sure that each of us was happy with the way
things were going.  Mom said that she was concerned at how easily she found
it to submit herself to Peters will, but at the same time loved being
dominated by him during our mutual sex sessions.  She said the fact that I
was involved made her feel safe and that she liked the way Peter had never
actually touched either of us.

   "But Mom," I said, "What if Peter were to involve anyone else?, Would
that spoil things?." I had in mind Peter's comments that he was going to
get Susan involved in our little games and wanted to be sure how Mom felt
about such things, without being specific.

   "Oh, I don't know about that, let's just see how it goes shall we?," she
said.

   A few moments latter Peter came into the kitchen sat down and politely
asked if he could have some wine with us.  Outside of our sexual
encounters, Peter was always the perfect gentleman.  You would never
believe that he could suddenly become so dominant and do such things to us
as he had done.

   Mom poured him a glass and made general conversation.  I could see that
Peter was waiting for a moment to take things further with us and seemed to
be getting Mom in a relaxed mood first.  An hour and two bottle of wine
latter, Peter bought up the topic of our kitchen session two mornings
previously.  He asked Mom he she liked my fucking her arse and both he and
I filling her knickers with two huge loads of spunk.  Mom replied that it
had been fantastic and especially exciting with Susan only a few feet away,
sat in the yard.  Mom mentioning Susan pushed Peter on.

   "And what about handing Susan her coffee with fresh cum on your hand and
dripping down your legs?, he asked, "You knew she realised what it was,
didn't you?"

   "Yes," said Mom, "I knew, she knew and it both frightened me and turned
me on at the same time."

   "Do you like Susan?," Peter asked Mom.

   "What do you mean `like'?," she replied.

   "You know exactly what I mean, would you have liked Susan to get
involved the other day?  What he she had said something afterwards, what
would you have done."

   "I don't know what I would have done, but I think I would have been
happy for something to happen," mom said.

   "Right," said Peter looking directly at Mom, "this is what's going to
happen next.  I have decided that you and Susan certainly will take things
further.  You will have a seriously dirty fuck session with Susan and you
will do it in front of both your son and me.  Any problems with that?"

   Mom said, "You assume that Susan will want sex with me and even more
importantly that she will be prepared to do it in front of strangers and
what about my boy?  How on earth can I let Susan know that I fuck my own
Son!  No, no it really won't work, its going too far."

   "Trust me," Peter replied, "by the time Susan is on the verge of orgasm
with you she will accept almost anything and by that time it will be too
late anyway, I will have you both on camera.  She will have to do as I say.
I have already considered a plan.  Your son and I will pretend that we are
going to shot some pool in town.  This will be tomorrow night when Mr
Jackson is out.  I know Susan will be here because she told me she had some
studying to do.  Once we leave you will engage Susan in conversation and
bring up the events of the other Morning.  I shall leave it to you to take
it from there.  When things are getting going you will turn on the light in
my room, which will be the signal for us to come back into the house.  Is
that all clear?"

   "Yes, okay," Mom replied, "I will give it a go but it may not work out."

   Peter seemed annoyed at her attitude.  "It will work out.  I remind you
that you have no choice, so make sure you get it right and that you give us
a good show.  I'll take over from there.  Don't you dare fuck up," he
warned.

   When Peter had wandered back upstairs, mom said she had never been so
nervous about anything and didn't know if she could go through with it. 
"How can I fuck another women let alone tell her about us?," she asked.

   "Mom," I said, "after what we've got into over the past few days this
will be a breeze and like Peter said, once he's trapped Susan on camera
she'll agree to the `deal' just like we did.  You know how good at this
Peter seems to be.  Go for it and I'll look out for you, I promise."

   The next evening during dinner Peter made a point of mentioning that he
and I were going into town later.  After dinner, Mr Jackson duly went out
and Susan excused herself saying she had some work to catch up with and
that she would be in her room if anyone phoned for her.

   Peter turned to mom and told her that it was now up to her to do as
told. Mom latter explained to us how she had approached Susan:She said that
Susan had come back downstairs to get some books she had left in the lounge
and found mom sitting in am armchair.  Mom had deliberately looked glum and
worried in the hope that Susan would notice and ask if there was a problem.
Sure enough Susan did indeed notice and had sat down on the sofa opposite
and said, "Is something bothering you?  You don't look to happy."

   Mom looked as embarrassed and scared as she could act.  "I can't get the
other morning, in the kitchen, out of my head" she said.

   "What do you mean?," Susan innocently replied.

   "I think you know what I mean," mom replied, "It was obvious that you
realised something had been going on, I could see by the look on your face.
Yet since you have said nothing about it I have been frantic with worry as
to what you might do and who you might talk to, even my husband."

   "Don't worry," said Susan, "Sure I realised as soon as I got that
pungent smell from your hand as you passed me coffee that you had been
having sex.s I had already noticed the mess on your legs and wondered what
on earth it might be.  Then with the smell of your hand it all clicked! 
You had just had sex and since only Peter and your son were there it must
have been with Peter.  You must have cut it close.  Your son could easily
have caught you.  Do you like living dangerously?"

   "I knew you realised what had happened," mom said, "Forget my son
catching me, I nearly got caught by you."

   "But I was in the yard," Susan said.

   "I know, I know, but you see, well...we were fucking in the kitchen,
over the sink right in front of the window.  You could have come it at any
time," mom said, carefully leaving out the fact that it was actually me
rather than Peter who had been in her up to the hilt of my cock.

   "You really do like it dangerous, don't you, well I can assure you there
is no need to worry about me telling anyone, what you do is your business.
I have to say I found it rather sexy when I realised what it was all over
your legs and hand.  Didn't you even have time to clean?," Susan asked.

   "No," replied mom, "you very nearly walked in on us.  Tell me what would
you have done if you had?."

   "Well I couldn't have done anything, your son must have been somewhere
in the house."

   "But what if he wasn't, what if you had just caught me having sex with
Peter?  Would you have done anything?" mom asked.

   Susan was beginning to feel a little sexy at the thought of what she had
just missed seeing.  "Well, maybe I would have said something or watched
or.....who knows!  You just can't tell what might happen in a situation
like that," Susan said, "Its certainly a sexy thought, I have to say."

   Mom realised that Susan's thoughts had turned to the events of that
morning and that she was imagining the scene of mom being fucked over the
kitchen sink.  Mom decided to open her legs a little and exposed her
knickers to Susan to see if there was a reaction.  Susan did notice and
then looking at mom she smiled.

   "You know," said mom, "it crossed my mind what a shame it was you didn't
catch us.  Now that really would have been sexy."

   "You think?" said Susan.

   "Oh yes, you know you are really a very attractive girl Susan, I have
thought so ever since you arrived."

   It was now or never for mom and the plan.  She got up and said she was
just going to grab a bottle of wine from the Kitchen and asked if Susan
would like some.  Susan said that she should be studying but on the other
hand a quick glass of wine would be nice.  Mom headed for the kitchen,
grabbed some glasses, the wine from the fridge and then before going back
into the lounge she pulled her knickers down and off, throwing them onto
the kitchen table.

   Mom re-entered the lounge, poured two glasses of wine, passed one to
Susan and then sat down in front of her again.  This time she sat on the
edge of the chair and made sure that her pussy was in full view for Susan
should she look.

   Susan smiled, and said jokingly, "What the hell happens in your
kitchen?."

   "What do you mean?" said mom.

   "Well it seems to me that whenever you go in there you lose your
knickers," she said looking directly at my mom's pussy.

   "Do you like it Susan, do you like to see me exposed, would you have
liked to have seen more the other day?  I think you would have Susan.  I
could see it in your face that morning, you were hot as you left the
kitchen in such a rush.  What did you do Susan?  Did you think about it
more when you got to your room?  Did you get turned on Susan?  Did you
touch yourself?."

   Moms frantic questioning was making Susan think of nothing else but her
thoughts that morning and the moist pussy that mom was now exposing to her
across the room.

   "I think you'd like to take this further Susan?  Wouldn't you Susan?,"
mom demanded.

   Susan was sinking into a feeling of lust.  "Oh yes, I would," she
murmured, "I wanted to see more then in the kitchen and I want to see more
now," She said.

   Mom started to unbuttoned her blouse and exposed a little white cotton
bra.  Her small breasts were flushed and her little nipples standing out
through the material.  She took her blouse off and unclipped her bra. 
Slowly she slid it down her arms and let it drop to the floor.  She sat
there in just a skirt and looked at Susan.

   "Still like what you see Susan?," she asked.  "I like to be dominant,"
she lied, "would you like me to be dominant with you Susan?"

   Susan was light headed with the lust she was feeling as Mom undressed
before her.  "Oh god yes...yes please... tell me what you want me to do,"
Susan whispered submissively.

   "First Susan, remove your jeans and knickers." Mom said.

   Susan rose to her feet and unbuttoning her jeans slide them and her
knickers to the floor.  She stepped out of them and remained standing in
just a white T-shirt.

   "Now Susan, kneel on the sofa with your back to me.  I want to see you
cunt and your arse fully exposed."

   Susan did as she was asked.  "What now?," she said.

   "Now I want to see you frig yourself Susan.  I want to see your hand
between you legs with your fingers in your pussy.  I want you to rub, hard
and fast and I want you to talk to me about what you want me to do to you
as you bring yourself off," mom instructed.

   Susan obeyed and started to rub her pussy with her right hand.  She
pinched and rubbed her clit and pumped fingers in and out of her cunt which
started to drip with juice.

   "Talk to me Susan, talk to me," said Mom.

   "Oh god, this is so dirty," said Susan, "I have never done anything in
front of a stranger before, I've never been ordered to perform.  I've never
been with a women before.  This is so good, so dirty, I want you to watch
me, I want you to see me frigging myself to orgasm, I want you to see me
exposed, oh god, oh yes, I'm cumming,..I'm cumming."

   Susan's pussy started to dribble down her legs as she came in the most
wonderful orgasm she could remember.  She collapsed face down on the sofa,
murmuring.

   "We haven't finished yet Susan," said Mom.  "Wait here." With that Mom
left the room and went into the kitchen.  She returned quickly carrying
something behind her back, which she quickly put at the side of her chair.
Susan didn't see what it was.  Mom removed her skirt and sat back down
entirely naked.

   "Now Susan, crawl over here to me on your hand and knees."

   Susan slid of the sofa and crawled as instructed over to mom.  "Now lick
my pussy Susan, bring me off with your tongue and with your fingers," she
said.

   Susan placed her head between mom's legs and started to lick her clit
and pussy for all she was worth.

   "Be frantic Susan," said Mom, "in this house we like our sex quick and
harsh and dirty.  Do you understand?"

   Susan didn't answer, she just worked her tongue harder and faster
against mom's pussy lips.  Her face was now covered in mom's wetness.

   "Put some fingers in my pussy Susan," mom said.  She moved right to the
edge of the chair and added, "and get a finger in my arse, I like my arse
being fucked Susan."

   As Susan did what she was told, mom reached to the side of her chair and
picked up what she had got from the kitchen.  It was a fat carrot, a good
seven inches long.  Mom reached over Susan's back and simply stuffed the
carrot into her cunt without any warning.  She was quite rough but not
violent with it.

   "What the fuck...," exclaimed Susan.

   "Shut up and keep frigging me, you bitch, go on bring me off, fuck me,
fuck me," shouted mom and she pumped the vegetable in and out of Susan's
dripping cunt.  Mom was reaching her orgasm at the same time as Susan was
reaching her second.  Both of them came together, pumping and frigging and
screaming and dripping with cum.

   They both collapsed in a heap on the floor.

   "Fuck that was great!," said Susan.

   "It doesn't have to finish yet," said mom, "lets go upstairs, there's
more I want from you yet."

   She took Susan's hand and, grabbing their clothes, lead her upstairs
into my mom's room.

   "Wait here," said mom.  With that she quickly ran up the single flight
of stairs to Peter's room and switched on the light, before returning to
Susan.

   Peter and I, waiting outside, saw mom's signal.  We quietly entered the
house through the kitchen door and saw mom's knickers on the table.  The
plan was obviously working...........

  
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   The Guesthouse Stories Part 7.

   Peter and I made our way quietly up to the second floor.  We crept along
the landing and looked through the crack of the semi-open door into Mom's
room.  Susan was sat on the bed, still dressed in only a white cotton
T-shirt.  Mom was sat on the bed, naked and with her pussy towards the
door.

   Peter looked at me and whispered, "Your mom is great.  It's all going to
plan.  This is going to be good.."

   Susan, sat in the chair, started to rub her pussy and clit and said to
my mom, "This is fantastic.  I couldn't believe we would get it on together
but after the kitchen the other day I have been thinking about nothing
else. What would you think, if we waited for Peter to return and see if he
wants to fuck you again.  I could watch and then maybe we could all fuck
together.  What do you think?."

   "Peter doesn't fuck he just watches and controls.," mom blurted out.

   Hearing this Peter looked quickly at me and whispered, "Fuck, she's
blown it!."

   "What do you mean?," said Susan, "I know he fucked you in the kitchen
the other morning.  You said."

   "It wasn't Peter!," mom replied quietly.

   "It must have been Peter.," said Susan, "Mr Jackson was out.  I know, I
saw him leave and the only other person in the house was your son."

   Mom just looked Susan straight in the eye and said nothing.  Susan
stared back.  You could almost hear her mind ticking over!  The
possibilities suddenly dawned on her.

   "If it wasn't Peter and it can't have been Mr Jackson then it could only
have been your......," Susan broke off in mid sentence.  "Your son!," she
continued, "my god it was your son wasn't it!?."

   Mom just remained quiet.

   "You fucked your own son?" asked Susan loudly.  "My god, it was your own
son!," she repeated.

   "Yes, yes..  it was my own son's spunk that your saw down my legs,"
admitted mom, "and Peter's for god's sake."

   "Hold on!, just hold on here!," exclaimed Susan, "Are you saying that
the other morning when I was in the yard, not ten feet away, you allowed
your own son to fuck you over the kitchen sink and that Peter joined in as
well?"

   "That's exactly what I'm saying Susan," replied mom.

   Peter turned to me again and said "Your stupid mother has blown it. 
Susan knows the whole scene and I haven't got her trapped on camera yet. 
For fuck sake, she can just walk away now if she wants."

   Susan was looking worried.  "They don't know about us do they?," she
asked mom frantically.

   "I'm sorry Susan," said mom, "yes they know.  It was Peter's idea!  He
figured that you were turned on the other morning and told me to take
things further with you.  Don't get me wrong though.  I wanted to.  I
wanted to involve you because I thought you were so sexy."

   I realised that Mom wanted to get it on with Susan and involve her in
our games but on honest terms.  She didn't want to trick poor Susan into
having to do something just because Peter got here on film.  She had taken
a chance that Susan would be willing and gone with her instinct.

   Peter and I once again looked at each other.  We realised that Susan
would either go for it or storm out and then god knows what would happen.

   It seemed like an eternity before anyone spoke again.  The mom said, "So
what do you think now Susan?  Now know that I have been fucking my own son
under Peter's control and now you and I have also fucked together.  What do
you want now Susan?  Do you want in or what?"

   "What if I don't?," asked Susan.

   "That's up to you," mom replied, "I just hope and pray that you do or at
the very least you can forgive me and not tell anyone what I have told you.
It's up to you Susan.  It's your own free choice."

   Susan sat quietly for a few moments and then her hand slowly moved back
to her pussy and started to gently rub again.  "Where are they now?," she
asked, "your son and Peter?  Did they really go to play pool or do they
know what's going on here?"

   Peter waited.  He clearly knew that this was now out of his control.  It
was Susan's and only Susan's choice.

   Susan continued, "As long as I'm safe and you are going to be discreet,
then I'm on for this, but how do I know I can trust you?  This is serious
shit!  How did Peter get involved with you and your son?  Have you and your
son been fucking for long?"

   "You'll be perfectly safe with us Susan," mom assured her, "we are not
likely to spill the beans or else me and my son will be in deep shit,
wouldn't we."

   "I suppose you would, but how is Peter involved in all this?," she
persisted.

   Mom proceeded to tell the whole story to Susan in the most graphic
detail, right from the start.  As she did so Peter and I could see that
Susan was taking it all in and getting extremely excited as the story was
told, as was Mom who had started frigging herself as she gave Susan all the
details

   I decided to make the move.  For once Peter seemed a little lost since
he wasn't in direct control.  I walked directly into mom's room and Peter
followed.

   Mom didn't flinch.  She just looked briefly at me and then turned to
Susan and continued to masturbate herself openly.

   Susan was so cool.  She didn't cover herself.  She didn't jump.  She
just looked straight at me and said "So you been fucking your mother have
you, you naughty boy."

   Peter, realising that he had to grab control now or never, quickly
answered for me, "Yes he has, and now you've also fucked her.  I made it
all happen and I'm not going to let it stop now.  Do you all agree to
continue to do as I say?"

   Susan looked at Peter as much as to say, "why should I do as I'm told by
you, a stranger?."

   Peter addressed her directly and explained that if Mom and I broke our
deal to do as he said then he would tell dad and that if Susan wasn't in on
the deal then it was off and she would be responsible for the outcome.

   I figure he was bluffing but mom turned to Susan and begged her to go
along with Peter.  "Please Susan," she said, "do it for me and my son.  I
don't want my husband to know of this.  It would finish us."

   Susan looked at my mom, then at me and finally turned to Peter.  After
what seemed like an age she said, "okay, I'll do as you say, I'll join your
little deal but only as long as it involves nothing violent."

   "Agreed," said Peter.  He was now strutting his usual confidence.  He
knew he was back in control.

   "Well since we are all here I suggest we go for it right now," he said
looking at my mom, "we missed you two getting it on," he said to Mom and
Susan, "so you can now put on a show for us.  Wait here I have a surprise
for you."

   Peter left the room and dashed up stairs.  He returned less than a
minute later carrying the strap-on dildo I had seen in his bag on the day
he arrived.

   He held the dildo out and said to Susan, "this dildo has been with me on
my travels for the past two years.  It has been used by and on over thirty
women in similar situations to that, that you are now in.  It's clean but
well used and will now be further used by you Susan."

   Peter threw the dildo onto the floor in front of Susan and told her to
put it on.  Susan bent to the floor to pick it up and we then all watched
as she tried to put it on.  She clearly didn't have a clue how it clipped
on and fumbled with the buckles.

   Peter's tone changed, "Get it on bitch," he shouted, "It's not fucking
difficult."

   Susan quickly concentrated and got it on.  She stood in the middle of
the floor, still in her white T-shirt and with the seven inch dildo
standing proud and erect from her crutch.  "Now what?," she asked.

   "What the hell do you think?," Peter replied, "You are going to fuck our
little landlady here.  You are going to fuck her hard and you are going to
fuck her in the arse.  Do you understand?"

   Susan looked at mom, seeking approval.  Mom had continued masturbating
herself throughout the conversation and was wet with lust.  "Yes, fuck me
Susan, fuck me in the arse with your lovely dildo cock.," she said.

   "Oh, I'm going to fuck you alright," she said, "You got me involved in
this, you wanted to fuck me, you seduced me, you fucked my cunt with a
carrot for god's sake, now its my turn.  Nw get on your hand and knees. 
I'm going to fuck your arse so hard you'll beg for mercy."

   Peter seemed very turned on by Susan's dominant attitude to mom.  He
dropped his pants and shorts and exposed his erect dick.  It was so
engorged with lust that it looked bigger than I had ever seen it.  He
removed the rest of his clothes and stood by the door, rubbing his dick and
massaging his pre-cum into the head.

   "Take your clothes off," he instructed me.  "I want to see you wanking
yourself as your mother gets-arse fucked by Susan."

   I did as I was told and Susan just watched as I stripped off and stood
next to Peter with my dick in hand.

   Realising all was ready Susan knelt down behind my mother, who was now
looking so small and scared.  Her petite body made her look so innocent and
fragile as Susan'' dildo cock approached her arse.

   "Lubricate me, please, lubricate me first," begged mom.

   "No!," said Susan, "You wanted it, now you can have it hard and rough,
just like you like it."

   Susan grabbed moms shoulders and pushed the dildo against her arse.  He
simply kept on pushing as mom screamed out that it was too big.  Susan told
her to shut up and pushed so hard the dildo burst into mom's arse.

   Mom screamed out, "God, no, please, oh god it hurts, please go slow, go
gentle."

   Susan was possessed.  She simply started to pump the dildo in and out of
mom's arse so hard and fast.  Mom screamed and gasped in lust and the
pleasure and the pain ran through her small body.

   "Go over and wank over your mother," Peter instructed me.

   I was so hard, I walked over to mom and knelt in front of her.  She
looked at me with a mixture of lust and pain from the pounding her arse was
taking.  I didn't give her time to speak.  I rammed by cock into her mouth
and started fucking her face for all I was worth.  Mom was coming and so
was I.  As she bucked herself against Susan's cock, she started shuddering
in orgasm.  At the same time I started pumping my cum into her mouth. 
After three bursts I pulled out and sprayed the remainder of my cum into
her face and hair.  Susan then pulled the dildo roughly out of mom's arse.
Mom gave a final scream and collapsed to the floor, totally spent.

   Susan ripped the dildo off and started to frantically rub at her pussy
lips and clit.  She was swearing and shouting in ecstasy as she rolled on
the floor, hand fucking herself.  Her thighs and hand were covered in her
own juices as she stuck a finger of her other hand up her own arse and
pumped herself front and back to a moaning orgasm.

   As the whole scene subsided we all looked at Peter.  Did he approve of
our `performance'?

   He was near to cumming himself but still frighteningly in control.  Who
would he chose?

   He walked towards me.  I expected the usual, that he would spunk all
over me.  Peter made me kneel but this time he told me to open my mouth.  I
did so.  He stuffed his cock in my mouth and started fucking my face.

   "Look at your son," he said to my mother, "look at your lovely son being
faced fucked by another man.  Do you like that, do you?"

   Mom looked up from the floor, "Oh yes," she said , "fuck him, fuck his
face, come all over him Peter, humiliate him, go on spray all over him,"
she moaned.

   Peter pumped a few more times and then started to cum.  He pulled out
and started spraying my face and hair with so much spunk it ran down my
face and body.  When he finished spurting he wiped his cock in my hair and
then wandered back towards the door.

   "You have all done very well, this evening," he said, "especially you
Susan.  We would make a good team, you and me."

   "Thanks," she said, "If I have pleased you, may I ask a favour?."

   "What is it?," Peter said.

   "Can I use these two," she said looking dismissivly at me and mom, "Can
I make them do what I want when you are not around, Peter?"

   Peter thought for a moment, "Yes," he said, "When I don't want them then
you may instruct them as you see fit under the terms of my deal.  If they
don't like it tell me and I will deal with it.  But remember, when I want
you all then I am in charge." He spoke as though my mother and I were
irrelevant.

   "Thank you," said Susan.

   With that Peter left the room and we heard him go upstairs to his room.

   Susan turned to my mother and said, "I'm glad you involved me in this
little deal of yours.  I think I'm going to enjoy my stay here and believe
me, if you think Peter has made you take risks, then just wait to see what
I have in mind for you both."

   Susan then also left the room.  Mom reached up and hugged me to her. 
She kissed my lips, still covered in Peter's spunk and said, "where on
earth is this going to take us?."

   "I don't know mom," I said, as I rolled on top of her and sunk my dick
deep into her pussy.

  
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   The Guesthouse Stories Part 8.

   The morning after our session with both Peter and Susan I awoke early
and went straight down the corridor into Mom's room.  Mom was still in bed
but awake.

   "Hi mom," I said, "How you doing today?."

   "Fine," she replied, "but my arse is really sore from the fucking I got
from Susan.  I don't know what is worse, the pain or the humiliation of
Susan joining forces with Peter to use us as they see fit.  This just seems
to be getting heavier."

   "I know," I replied, "but it sure was good last night.  I couldn't
believe how sexy it was to fuck your mouth as Susan fucked your arse with
that strap-on!  I was just bursting to cum from the moment I saw you
together with Susan."

   "It was pretty sexy wasn't it.," she said, "I think Susan is a really
pretty little thing and I have to say I can't wait to have it with her
again."

   "Please make sure I'm involved Mom," I begged.

   Mom crawled out of bed.  She was naked and so cute as she made her way
into the en-suite bathroom to her room.  I stood in the doorway between the
rooms and watched as she pissed openly into the toilet.

   "Now that's something I haven't seen before.  You look real sexy sat
there pissing mom." I said.

   "I'll keep that in mind for the future," she replied, "I've always been
into the idea of water sports myself but your father would have none of it.
He thought it was too dirty.  Maybe when we have some more private
time.....," she trailed off without committing to anything but I knew I
would remind her in due course.

   We both dressed and made our way downstairs.  None of our house guests
were up yet so mom and I sat quietly in the kitchen and drank some coffee.
The events of the passed few days had made us very close.  Just being with
each other was nice and comfortable.

   About half past seven the phone rang.  Mom grabbed it quick in case its
ringing woke Peter, Susan or Mr Jackson.

   "Hi mom," she said and turned to me and mouthed, "Its your grandmother,"
the way people do although its obvious you already know who they are
speaking to.

   "How are you, everything okay?," she continued.  "Yea sure, tomorrow
would be fine.  It will be great to see you for a couple of days." Mom
continued with small talk for a few minutes and then hung up with a cheery
"Good bye, mum!."

   She turned to me and said that granma wanted to come and visit for a
couple of days while her lounge was being re-decorated.  She couldn't stand
all the mess and thought it a good time to visit mom and me.  Grandma was
mom's mother.  She was in her late fifties having had mom at a fairly young
age.  She was petite, just like mom, and kept herself in really good shape.
Since Grandpa had died a few years ago Grandma started visiting the gym
from time to time and even had a personal trainer at one time.  I thought
she was great with an attitude to life that put people half her age in the
shade.  She didn't try to act like a twentyyear-old, but wore her age with
dignity.  I had always thought she was pretty sexy and was sure that the
flush in her cheeks was due to an active sex life as much as her healthy
living.

   Mom turned to me and said in a very worried tone, "It will be good to
see grandma but what if Peter or Susan let on to her or give the game away
in some way?."

   "Don't worry mom," I said, "Peter in on a project site with his
surveying company tomorrow and the next day and is staying over in
Plainsville.  He told be himself when we were hiding outside last night
waiting for your signal.

   "What about Susan?," Mom repeated.

   "Susan is bright enough not to say anything.  Do you really think she
would want to advertise what's been going on?  Just relax," I said and
poured Mom another coffee.  I must admit I did have a few brief fantasy
thoughts about Grandma finding out about our little games and joining in
but I quickly dismissed these, as just that, fantasy.

   Around nine-thirty the next day I set of the three or four miles to town
to pick Grandma up from the station.  As the train pulled out I saw her
standing on the platform, 5' 1" of very sexy older lady.  I could see where
mom got her looks from.

   "Hi grandma," I shouted as I approached her and kissed on politely on
the cheek.

   We made our way to the lot and climbed in the car having put Granma's
single bag in the trunk.

   "Its really good to see you again Grandma," I said.

   "Its good to see you too," she said, "your'e looking real healthy and
growing into a very big lad aren't you!."

   I was sure there was a glance at my crotch and a slight grin as she said
"...big lad...," but put this down to the fact that I had been permanently
on heat since Peter had arrived at the house.

   We arrived home soon afterwards having made general small talk on the
journey through town.  I carried Granma's bag indoors as she went on ahead
into the kitchen and gave mom a big hug.  I sneaked a glance at them
embracing and couldn't help but imagine them both naked and hugging.  They
were almost identical in build and could almost have been sisters.

   Grandma was settled into her room next to mom's and then said that she
wanted to freshen up and grab a coffee after her journey.  Mom told her to
us the bathroom in mom's room rather than the one used by myself and the
guests and said that she would bring a coffee up to her.

   Having made the coffee mom actually asked if I would take it up so she
could get on with some clothes washing that was piling up.  I made my way
upto mom's room knocked and waited for Grandma to reply.  There was no
answer so I went into the room and called "Grandma, coffee!."

   Still no reply but I could her the shower going.  I put the coffee down
and wandered over to the bathroom connecting door.  I felt pretty excited
and made a quick check of my crotch to make sure my cock that was semi-hard
was not showing too much throw my pants.  I peeked into the bathroom and
could see Grandma reflected in the bathroom mirror.  She had just finished
showering, turned of the water and pulled back the shower curtain.  Having
left her towel on top of the toilet lid she stepped naked out of the shower
and took a few steps to the toilet.  She was absolutely gorgeous.  Just
like an older clone of mom.  Petite with small titties, tight tummy and a
beautiful arse.

   I remained quiet as she lifted the toilet lid, sat down and started to
pee.  I was getting really hot and could feel my cock growing rapidly.  If
I shouted to her again now she would be in a difficult position, naked,
peeing and without a towel.  I know it was mischievous but couldn't resist.
I took a few steps back from the door and then shouted "Grandma, coffee!"
and walked briskly into the bathroom knowing what I would walk into.

   "Oh god!, I'm sorry," I falsely blurted out, as I entered the bathroom
and deliberately stood on the corner of Granma's towel that was laying on
the floor, which I thought was particularly quick thinking on my part.

   Grandma shouted some exclamation and lifting herself from the toilet
grabbed the towel.  As it didn't move she sort of fell backwards onto the
floor and in doing so exposed everything she had to me.

   "Sorry, sorry Grandma, I didn't realise.....," I said as I stepped off
the towel and held out my hand to her.  As I helped her to her feet she
said "Well!."

   "Well what," I stupidly replied.

   "What about my towel, you stupid boy," she said, "pass it to me for
god's sake."

   "Sorry," I said once again as I very slowly passed the towel to her.  By
now I had seen everything and was even more convinced she was one sexy
lady.

   Grandma held the towel up to her front but did not attempt to wrap it
round herself.  I guess she thought she would expose even more if she did
so.

   "Well," she said again.

   Again I acted stupid, "Well what."

   "Well are you going to leave the bathroom or not!?," she said.

   "Do I need to?  I mean after all, I have already seen everything,
grandma.," I said.

   "You really are a cheeky young man aren't you!," she said, "So did you
like seeing everything then?  From the look of your pants I would say you
did you naughty boy."

   I looked down at my now bulging cock tenting my shorts and pants.  "I
guess so Grandma," I replied, "you really are very sexy and extremely fit
aren't you?"

   "Thank you," she said politely, "it always nice to receive a compliment
from a young man... even one's own grandson.  Would you like to see a
little more?."

   "Oh god, yes," I said, "yes please."

   "Where's your mother?," she said.

   "She's downstairs doing the washing," I replied.

   With that Grandma dropped the towel to the floor.  She then closed the
toilet and sat back down on top of the lid.  Spreading her legs a little
her pussy was exposed to my gaze where upon she held her pussy lips with
each hand and opened herself up wide.  I was dumfounded.

   "Still like my body?" she said.

   Without waiting for my obvious answer she asked me to take my pants and
shorts off while she stuck a finger from each hand into her pussy and
gentle pumped them in and out.  She panted harder as I dropped my shorts
and exposed my dick and balls to her in all their glory.

   "My, I was right, you really have grown, haven't you," she said, "come
over here and let me suck that cock of yours."

   I walked toward her and stuck my cock between her lips.  She started to
suck and lick taking my cock right into her mouth up to the hilt.  She was
obviously a very experienced women and knew how to perform with such ease
and grace.  I ran my fingers through her hair as I gently held the back of
her head onto my cock.  I started to fuck her mouth a little harder and
faster.  I could feel myself cumming.  As I started to spurt I tried to
pull out.  I wanted to spray her, but grandma grabbed by arse and held me
in her mouth tight.  She sucked and swallowed and I came into her small
mouth with a huge amount of spunk.  So much that I surprised myself.  I had
cum so much in the last few days I didn't know where it was all coming
from.

   As I softened Grandma let my dick fall from her mouth and followed it by
deliberately dribbling the cum she hadn't swallowed, down onto her tits.

   "So you wanted to pull out and spray me did you?" she asked bluntly, "Is
that what you're into, spraying a women with your spunk?  Do you like to
see them covered in mess?"

   "Sorry Grandma," I said, "but yeah, I did want to come on you, do you
mind?""

   "No I don't mind and perhaps while I'm here you'll have another chance.
Now if you like to see women covered in mess what about this sort of
mess?," she asked.

   With that she once again pulled her pussy lips open and proceeded to pee
again.  This time, sat on the closed toilet lid, her piss simply ran over
the top of the toilet, over her thighs and onto the carpet all around. 
When she finished she returned her fingers to her cunt and started frigging
herself.  Her pussy was wet with juice and piss and she swermed on the
toilet top and brought herself to a shuddering orgasm.

   "Now there's some mess for you!," she said, "did you like Grandma's
little show?"

   "Oh yes Grandma," I stammered, "that was so dirty."

   My dick was hard again and I started to wank myself for all I was worth.


   "Go on, go on," my Grandma urged, "add to my mess.  I want to see you
come all over the toilet top.  Come on boy, milk yourself for me, spurt for
me, I want to see your mess."

   Her dirty talk made me come all the faster.  I pumped myself to orgasm
and emptied another load of cum onto the toilet top to mix with Granma's
piss.

   "I think we should continue this later," said Grandma, "now clean up the
mess we made of your mom's toilet, while I go down and speak to her.  She
must be wondering where we've got to by now."

   After Grandma had left the room I looked at the mess we had made and
decided that I wouldn't clean it.  I would leave it for mom to find.  That
should be interesting, I thought.

   In the early afternoon I heard mom calling from upstairs.  I went up and
into her room.

   "What is it mom?," I asked.

   Mom was in her bathroom and called me in.

   "What the hell is this all over the toilet?," she asked, "It looks like
spunk and god knows what else."

   I was feeling really bold and replied, "It is mom, its my cum and you
know what its mixed with all over the toilet top and floor?.  It mixed with
grandam's piss mom, grandam's piss!."

   "That's enough," she said, "you seriously expect me to believe you've
had sex with your grandma?"

   "Sure mom," why not I cockily replied.

   "Because she's your grandma, and my mother!, that's why" she shouted.

   "Yeah, and if I can fuck my own mother why not grandma?  She's a real
sexy women, just like you mom and I wanted you both.  I've been so sexy
since we started fucking," I said.

   "I know son, I've been on heat as well, but grandma for god's sake.  Was
she willing?," she asked.

   "Of course mom, I would never force myself onto a women, She's as hot as
you mom.  She frigged herself right there on the toilet top and
deliberately pissed all over the toilet and floor.  She wanted it to be
dirty and messy just like you mom." I said.

   "Did you fuck her?," mom asked.

   "No but I fucked her face and then I came again to add to her mess.  She
told me to clean it up but I left it mom, I wanted you to find it.  Does it
make you sexy to know that I face fucked grandma right here in your
bathroom mom?."

   Mom hugged me to support herself.  She was felling shaky with
excitement. "Its get me very hot to think of it, son," she said, "I can't
believe you've done this right here.  My own's mothers juices and piss
mixed with my own son's spunk everywhere.  You've got to fuck me now son,
please now, here, right here."

   "Okay mom, sit down," I said.

   "Where," she asked.

   "In the mess mom!, sit down in my spunk and grandam's piss.  I want to
see it over your backside and thighs."

   Mom sat down on the toilet top and moved herself around in the sticky
mess.  She put her hand in it and spread it across her nipples and massaged
it into her cunt.

   "Now mom kneel down and rest you arms on top of the toilet," I said.

   Mom knelt and laid her face sideways into the mess that Grandma and I
had left.  I knelt behind her and quickly entered her cunt.

   "Make it quick son, fuck me quick and this time please cum inside me, I
want to feel you load inside me, please," she said.

   I started fucking her and covering her back and arse cheeks with the
mess that was dribbling off the side of the toilet lid.  I fucked her
harder than I had ever done so up to now.  If she wanted me to come inside
her I wanted to make sure it was deep.

   "I'm cumming, oh god," I shouted as I clung onto mom's hips and pumped a
huge load of warm cum deep inside my mom and she gently reached her own
quiet orgasm.

   I then pulled out, rolled sideways and sat on the floor next to mom.

   "Christ that was incredible," she said, "If Grandma knew what we were
doing."

   "What if she did mom, after all she was prepared to have sex with me!,"
I asked.

   "Its bad enough that you and I fuck, but to include grandma as well,
together, that would be unbelievable.  Do you really think that she would
go for it?," mom said.

   "Do you want to find out mom?  Do you want that?," I asked?

   "I do!, I really think I do son," mom said, "shall we, shall we both
fuck Grandma together?"

  
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   The Guesthouse Stories Part 9.

   Later that afternoon I found mom out in the yard.  She was brushing some
leaves into a pile and putting a couple of chairs away in the storage shed.


   "You should let me do that mom," I shouted as I approached her.

   "Yeas, I know, but I wanted some fresh air so thought I would come out
into the yard and sort things out., she replied.  "How's your grandma?,"
she continued, "has she said anything to you since this morning?."

   "No," I replied "but she does keep looking at me in a real lustful way.
You know mom, the way you do when I haven't fucked you for a few hours," I
said smiling.

   "Yes, yes, very funny," she said, "but I'm being serious.  I wanted to
know if Grandma had asked you to have sex with her again."

   "Why?," I replied, "are you still thinking about the three of us getting
it together?."

   "That's all I've been thinking about all day!," she said, "Ever since
Peter arrived I have been thinking of nothing but sex and doing practically
nothing but fucking.  I can't believe what's going on here but I sure don't
want it to stop.  Its fantastic, I haven't felt so alive for years.  I
certainly want to see you an grandma fuck and get involved myself if she
will oblige."

   "Can't you just ask her?," I said naively, "can't you just say that you
know what she did with me and that you want it to happen again with all
three of us?."

   "I think we should learn from Peter.," she said, "lets get Grandma doing
it again with you and then I can join in.  That way she will be totally on
heat and much more submissive to the situation.  She won't have a chance to
be embarrassed."

   I agreed with mom that this was probably the best approach but warned
her that whilst Grandma was prepared to fuck with me she might well feel
differently about her own daughter.  Mom said that it wouldn't be a
problem. She had always known that Grandma led a highly active sex life and
suspected that she had probably tried most things at one time or another.

   I told mom that since there were still a few hours till any of our
houseguests would return from work that I would go right back inside now. I
told her to give me twenty minutes and then come up to her room.

   I proceeded indoors and found grandma in the kitchen.

   "I hope you haven't been a naughty boy.," she said, "I hope you haven't
been telling your mom what we got upto!."

   "As if I would Grandma!," I replied, "but since you brought up the
subject how about doing it again?."

   "When have you got I mind?," she asked.

   "Now, before any of the house guests get home from work and whilst mom
is busy in the yard.  We should be safe for at least half an hour," I said.

   "And I suppose you want to cum all over me this time do you?," she asked
with a glint in her eye, "is that what you want, to humiliate your old
grandmas, do you?  You know, I think you are a very dirty young man but you
have the look and cheekiness of your grandfather, so how can I resist you."

   She took my hand and led me upstairs towards her door.

   "No, wait, lets go in here again," I said steering her towards mom's
room, "then we've got the bathroom as well!."

   I led her into the room and pushed to door almost closed, but not shut.

   "Now grandma!," I said, "how about a little show for your favourite
grandson?"

   "Oh no!," she said knowingly, "its seems to me that you're the one who
wants it so bad, so you can put on a little show for me and if you're good,
if you're very good then I might just reward you."

   "What do you wan me to do?," I asked.

   She told me to take off all my clothes.  I said that it might be better
if I didn't in case we had to make a quick exit, but she insisted that I
should be totally naked.  I walked to the centre of mom's room and stripped
off.  Not surprisingly my dick was rock hard as I got undressed.  Grandma
then told me to go to mom's underwear draw and get out some stockings, a
suspender belt and a pair of mom's g-strings panties.

   "Now put them on for me!," she instructed.

   "I can't wear this stuff!," I exclaimed, "what I someone catches me?."

   "If someone catches you having sex with your own grandma do you really
thing they are going to give a damn what you're wearing," she said.

   I had to agree with her logic and proceeded to get dressed in mom's
underwear.  I was so stiff that my cock would not stay in the g-string,
which made grandma laugh a good deal.  In the end I just left it out,
standing proud and dribbling pre-cum in a long sticky strand as I walked
around the room.

   "That's perfect," she said as she saw me in everything she had selected.
"Now I want you to go over to the window that overlooks the yard, stand in
front of it and quickly pull back the net curtain."

   "Moms outside!," I said.

   "Just do it!," she said and make sure you stand there for at least a few
seconds.  Just think your own mother may see you, what a risk that would
be. Doesn't the thought excite you?," she said.

   If only she knew how much.  I walked over to the window and pulled back
the net curtains as instructed.  There I was standing in full view of the
yard, dressed in mom's stockings and knickers with a raging hard-on in my
hand.  Mom of course looked straight up, since she obviously knew that I
and grandma were up to something.  She instantly realised what grandma was
making me do and smiled a big smile, gave me the thumbs up and stated to
walk toward the house.

   "Doesn't that feel risky?," said grandma oblivious to the fact that mom
had already seen me.  "Now turn round and come over here again."

   I did as I was told.  Grandma then told me that I could now fuck her, as
I had been so brave.  She knelt on mom's bed giving me a glorious view of
her cunt and arse.

   "Fuck me now!," she said, "and fuck me hard and if you last long enough
for me to orgasm then you may pull out and spray me with your cum just like
you wanted."

   I climbed behind her, felling unnervingly turned on dressed in my
mother's underwear.  I grabbed the head of my dick and sunk it quick and
deep into grandma's pussy.  She was very tight for an old lady but very,
very lubricated.  I ground my hips into her in a circular motion to get as
deep as I could.  Grandma put her left hand between her legs and grabbed my
balls on each stroke.  In between strokes she massaged and tweaked her clit
as I hammered in and out of her cunt.

   I knew by now mom was bound to be watching at the door as her son fucked
her own mother.  I glanced over my shoulder and sure enough mom was stood
in the doorframe with her hand down her knickers rubbing and tugging at her
pussy for all she was worth.  Her other hand was trying desperately to
remove her top and bra as she masturbated to the sight before her.

   I could feel grandma start to jerk and grip my cock real hard with her
pussy muscles.  God she was strong for a little lady!

   "I'm cumming!," she screamed: so loudly that it would undoubtedly got
mom running upstairs if she was already watching our little show.  "I'm
cumming, I' cumming ....," she repeated quietly as her orgasm subsided and
she feel off her elbows face down on the bed.

   "Well grandma, I didn't cum yet," I said, "so now I get to spray you
right!."

   She turned her head slightly to me and nodded.  I think she was too
spent to talk.  I glanced over again at mom as I pumped into grandma's
pussy a few more times and then withdrew my pulsating cock just as I
started to spurt.  My first spurt shot across her back and into her short
hair.  My second was stronger still and went over her shoulder and hit her
in the face.  The rest I directed over her back and then at her arse hole.
She was covered, just how I like it!

   Mom had by now collapsed in the doorway and was writhing into her own
orgasm.  No longer able to keep quiet she whimpered as she came which made
grandma turn and look quickly at the door.

   "So," said grandma, "you've been spying have you?  Well did you like
watching your mother and your son fucking like dogs?."

   Mom pulled herself to her feet and flopped into the chair.  "I sure did
mum," she said, "I just knew you were as sexually active as you ever were.
You didn't let me down.  That was fantastic to watch, so hot.  You don't
mind me watching do you mom?."

   "Not if you don't mind me using you son," she replied, and added, "but
you know you don't just have to watch.  I know I'm your mother but if you
don't mind then I don't.  Why don't you get out of those clothes.  I take
it from you attitude that your son's body is not new to you."

   "No its not!," mom replied, "is that so wrong."

   "I don't judge people," grandma replied, "what ever you're happy to do
as adults is up to you.  Now get out of those clothes and join your old mum
over here."

   Mom removed her clothing and lay down next to Grandma.  I moved to the
chair, still dressed in mom undies and sat down to watch.  Grandma hugged
mom and kissed her deep.  They snogged like teenagers and licked and
caressed each other bodies.  Slowly they moved into a 69 and I could see as
grandma licked deep into mom's pussy and gently bit her clit.  They writhed
and moaned to orgasm after orgasm as I watched spellbound by their beauty
and sexuality.

   As they finished their sucking they both sat up to look at me.

   "Come on," I said, "don't leave me out."

   "What do you want," they both said in unison.

   I told them I wanted them both to kneel by the edge of the bed.  As they
did so I had a most beautiful site of both their arses and pussy fully
exposed to me and oh so wet with heat.

   I knelt behind mom and sunk directly into her pussy as I stuck three
fingers into grandma and started pumping them both.  Every few minutes as
either one started to buck I changed over and fucked the other.  We were
all in a frenzy of excitement as we collectively reached a huge orgasm. 
Mom won our game of `musical pussy' as my orgasm came whilst firmly
embedded in her cunt.  It seemed only proper that they should each have a
load from me.

   "Now for the big ending!," said grandma, "lets all go into the
bathroom."

   We all walked into the mom's bathroom.  Grandma instructed that mom and
I should climb into the bath, which we duly did.

   "This is something your dear grandfather used to like so much," she said
to me and then standing right at the edge of the bath she started to piss
all over mom and me.  She pissed so much it went everywhere.  All over our
bodies and all over mom's head.  Mom and I were so turned on by grandma's
surprise ending to our session that we both wanked each other off as
grandma's piss rained down on us.

   As the situation subsided I looked at myself laying in the bath tub,
dressed in mom's knickers and stocking, covered in piss and with two
fingers still embedded in my own mother's cunt.  Heaven!

  
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   The Guesthouse Stories Part 10.

   Grandma stayed one further day, which she spent at home with Mom and me.
I fucked her twice more and she and mom fucked and sucked and wanked each
other at least four times during the day.  Every time my back was turned
they would disappear upstairs and fuck again.  It was the most incredible
day of what was rapidly becoming a fantastic period of my young life.

   The next day we hoped would be a little more restful and quiet.  Since
Peter's arrival Mom and I had had practically no time to ourselves and the
almost daily sexual adventures were getting pretty tiring.  I was therefore
quite a relief when Peter phoned to say he would be away one further day on
the major development site he was surveying.  Great!, we thought, lets just
chill out for a whole day!

   At dinner that evening, Susan kept looking at both Mom and me and
smiling in a naughty childlike way.  Like she knew a secret that our other
guest, Mr Jackson, didn't and was just bursting to tell.  When Mr Jackson
excused himself from the table and left the room Susan immediately bought
up the subject of sex.

   "God, I've missed being with you two while you grandma visited," she
said, "all I've been wanting to do is get it on again.  And I guess you two
have had to behave whilst she was around, huh?."

   If only she knew!

   "Maybe when Peter gets back tomorrow we can all fuck together again. 
What do you say?," Susan asked.

   Mom responded, "Oh, I forgot to tell you Susan, Peter is away another
day so you'll just have to frig yourself tomorrow."

   "Oh really, Peter's away another day then is he!," said Susan, "Well in
that case I might just invoke his deal.  He said I could use you in his
absence, didn't he!  You heard him didn't you!."

   "Oh come on Susan, we are both real tired.  We thought we would just
have a quiet day round the house and yard tomorrow.  Why don't you just
wait for Peter to get back." Mom said.

   "No chance!," responded Susan sharply.  "I want it again tomorrow and
you're two are going to oblige.  You wouldn't want to upset Peter would
you. I've decided I'll take the day off and we are all going for a picnic
tomorrow.  You sort out the food and make sure there is plenty of wine, oh
and some carrots.," she added looking directly at mom and laughing.  "I'll
check a map to decide where to go."

   "I hope you don't expect us to be doing anything in a public place
Susan.," said mom.

   Susan responded instantly, "I told you I would make you take risks, and
it starts tomorrow, outdoors!  Now lets not talk about it anymore, there is
to be no argument." With that Susan changed the subject and simply made
polite small talk for the rest of the evening.  No further mention of our
planned outing was made!

   The next morning Susan came down for a late breakfast.  It was just she,
myself and mom in the house.  Susan was wearing loose shorts, sandals and a
T-shirt.  I could clearly see she had no bra on as her little nipples
rubbed against her T-shirt.  She looked really cool and fresh.  Mom had
already made the picnic, which was in a hamper on the sideboard and had
dressed herself in a flowing cotton summer dress.  It was practically see
through and exposed a tiny pair of white cotton panties and matching bra.
She looked so sweet, like an innocent little girl.

   "I see you got the food ready," said Susan to mom flicking open the
hamper.  She rummaged around and pulled out the handful of carrots mom had
included, as instructed.  "These will be just fine!," she said looking
directly at mom and rubbing the carrots up and down like she was wanking a
handful of cocks.  "This is going to be fun!"

   Susan continued, "I have decided that we will go out to Woodville Gorge.
The river there is lovely for a swim and its fairly private."

   Woodville Gorge was indeed a beautiful place where the river left the
gorge and opened up.  The water was shallow and cool.  Lightly wooded hills
and patches of grassland surrounded the whole area.  As Susan had said it
was also fairly private; just the occasional adventurous couple camping or
the odd forester walking through.  If we were going to fuck anywhere
outdoors, this was as nice a place as you could find.

   I have to say that the thought of doing it outside was a real turn on to
me.  I know most people like the risk of getting caught but for me it was
more about being with nature.  Doing something as natural as fucking seemed
right in the semi-wilderness.  I had spoken to mom about it earlier that
morning and she seemed very worried about the risk we may get caught.  I
had told her that even if someone did spot us from a distance they would
only think they had got lucky and found someone having some fun.  Logically
there was no way, anyone would automatically think that we were mother and
son.  When she considered this she calmed a little but was still very
unsure about Susan's plans.

   We loaded up my 4x4 and made the 45 minute drive to the gorge on almost
deserted summer roads.  I had driven in the gorge area before with friends
so I knew the area fairly well.  I made straight for a grass area
surrounded by trees and within twenty yards of the river.  It was real
secluded because the track down to it was rough and only experienced 4x4
drivers and a few hardy walkers ever went that far.  I felt sure we would
be safe here to play our lovely games.

   Mom laid out the picnic and opened a bottle of wine while Susan wondered
over to the river to take a look.  I took the opportunity to check mom was
okay about things.  She said she was fine and that the seclusion had put
her at ease.  Susan returned some five minutes latter and we all sat down
to an early lunch and a couple of bottles of wine.

   After we had eaten well, Susan, without saying a word, lay back and
slipped her shorts down her legs and kicked them off.  She then sat up and
pulled her T-shirt over her head.  She sat there simply in her sandal and a
pair of small pink panties.  She leaned back on her elbows, facing mom and
I, and started to gently caress her tiny nipples until they stood hard.

   "This is just lovely," she said with eyes half closed and legs half
open. From her small panties you could clearly see that she had little or
no pubic hair.  Mom obviously also noticed this and asked Susan if she had
shaved since our last fucking together.

   "Sure, do you like it," said Susan, sitting up and pulling the crotch of
her knickers to one side exposing her clean-shaven mound to our full view.
With her other hand she rubbed her mound and then gave her clit a few rubs
before letting her knickers cover her pussy once again.

   "Now," she said looking at my mom, "why don't you slip out of that dress
and let the sun get to you skin a little."

   She asked but it was as good as an instruction and mom knew it.  She
knelt up and unbuttoned the half dozen or so small buttons that held her
dress closed.  She then slipped it from her shoulders and lifted it into a
pile next to her on the grass.

   "I think we'll have that bra of as well, don't you.," said Susan.

   Mom removed her bra.

   "That's better," said Susan, "Now we both have nothing more than
knickers between ourselves and total outdoor nudity.  Does that turn you
on?"

   Mom was clearly turned on by the situation with her nipples as hard as
Susan's and a distinct wet patch on the crotch of her panties.  For myself,
my cock was getting hard and quite uncomfortable in my jeans.

   "I think we should start with a little masturbation.  Would you like
that?," Susan Said.  She positioned herself sat facing mom and so close
their raised knees were inter-twined.

   "What about me?," I blurted.

   "You may remove your clothes now if you wish, but you are not to touch
yourself.  You will sit quietly and watch your mother and I masturbate,"
replied Susan.

   I stripped buck naked in a matter of seconds.  I couldn't wait to feel
the air on my body.  My cock was very hard and engorged.  The veins stood
out as it jerked up and down of its own accord.  I went to rub myself but
Susan instantly shouted, "No, you will not touch until I say so!." God, I
was bursting already.

   Susan's attention returned to mom as she, with one hand rubbed her own
breasts whilst with the other she started to rub mom's pussy through her
knickers.  Mom followed Susan's lead and mirrored her actions.  They sat
quiet and softly frigging each other lost in their own little worlds and
seemingly oblivious to my presence.  As their mutual masturbation
progressed it became more physical, they started rubbing harder and pulling
and pinching at their own breasts and nipples.  Mom yelped as Susan grabbed
her clit hard.  They both started rocking back and forth and groaning as
their orgasms started to build.  They moaning turned to talking and the
talking got dirtier.

   "Fuck me, fuck me you little bitch.......frig me, bring me off....... 
harder you little slut," mom exclaimed as Susan pushed a finger round the
side of mom's knickers and into her pussy.

   "Knickers... get the knickers off," shouted Susan as she rolled away
from mom and ripped her knickers quickly off and discarded them.  Mom
rolled onto her back and raised her knees to her chest as she too pulled
her knickers down and off.  Both then resumed their face to face position
and stuck a handful of fingers into each others cunts.

   They started to pump each other brutally.  It seemed to be a competition
to see which could get the other to orgasm first.  They were sweating and
swearing and finger fucking each other for all they were worth.  Then mom
stopped talking and started to groan again.  Susan was winning as mom
drifted into total lust and started to buck her hips onto Susan's fingers.

   "Come on you bitch...come for me....come on my fingers...let me fuck
you, you little whore," Susan shouted as she bought my mom to a shuddering,
bucking frantic orgasm.  Mom pulled herself of Susan's fingers and flopped
backwards onto the grass with small tears in her eyes.  Susan now peaking
with her own orgasm climbed onto Moms legs and started to rub her cunt up
and down mom's thighs.  She was now just using mom's body to fuck against
and her pussy poured juice over mom's thighs to lubricate her ride.

   "You bitch...you little bitch....  I'll fuck you good, little girl...."
She repeated over and over before arching her back and screaming as her
orgasm flooded over her.

   "That was fucking great," I shouted.

   They both turned to me as though they had forgotten I was even there.

   "Oh dear!," said Susan, "we forgot your little boy!  And he's been so
good sitting there with that great big hardon and not allowed to touch it.
Okay, boy," she said in an aggressive tone, "get over here and wank."

   She handed me a plastic cup and told me to wank into it.  I didn't care
what the hell she wanted now.  I was ready to shot and that was that. 
Their mutual masturbation had bought me to new heights of excitement and as
soon as I touched my cock it erupted into the small beaker.  Spurt after
spurt filled the beaker to quarter full.  Susan grabbed the cup, as though
I was totally irrelevant and passed it to mom.

   "Now drink this down you little slut," she said.

   Mom put the cup to her open mouth and simply poured its contents down
her throat in one go.  She swallowed it all and then turned to Susan and
said, "Thank you...thank you for allowing me to frig you." Susan was
totally in control!

   Susan was so turned on she didn't even take a break.  Since her own
orgasm she had simply continued to rub her cunt and as I wiped myself clean
with a tissue from the hamper, Susan simply said, "Right now we are all
going to fuck, down by the river."

   We all stood and openly walked the twenty yards to the river bank, all
naked and making no attempt to cover ourselves in this beautiful place.  As
we walked mom held my hand and kissed by hard.  I could taste my own cum on
her lips and inside her mouth.

   We got to the rivers edge and sat on the grassy edge with our feet in
the water, it was so cool and refreshing.

   Susan the laid down on the grass and told my mom to get between her legs
and start licking.

   "Suck me good and hard slut," she said, keeping up the aggressive tone
she had adopted during their masturbation, "you better get me off or I'll
be punishing you.  Understand slut!?."

   Mom crawled over to Susan and immediately lowered her head to Susan cunt
and started licking like a puppy; so hard and fast you could hear it
squelching.

   "Now boy, get behind your mother and fuck her.  Not in the arse, your
mothers arse is mine.  This time I want to see you fuck her cunt.

   Having only cum into the beaker so far, I was good and ready for some
proper sex.  I quickly got behind mom and lifted her arse up so her knees
were right under her.  I then positioned my cock against her pussy lips and
rubbed it up and down against her clit.  Mom just loved that and it made
her hips buck like a reflex.  Mom broke away from Susan's cunt just long
enough to say, "fuck me son, please fuck me, this is so dirty outdoors."

   I pushed into her cunt and started to fuck mom as she still fingered and
licked at Susan's pussy.  As usual none of us were going to last long.  Mom
took one hand and reached over her back and tried to stick a finger in her
own arse as I fucked her.  I took the hint and, as before at home, I stuck
a finger into her arse and fucked both her holes.  She screamed and moaned
almost as loudly as Susan was crying out obscenities at mom.

   "Hey you little mother fucker," she shouted at me, "don't you waste your
cum on this slut of a mother of yours, I want your cum on my face.  Make
sure you get round here with a full load, you understand!."

   I was starting to cum and Susan's filthy talk bought me closer to
orgasm. I pulled my cock out of mom and crawled quickly round to Susan's
face.  I jacked myself a couple of times and started to cum all over her
face.  After a couple of spurts had hit the target she forced my dick
towards mom's head that was still sucking at Susan's pussy.  Susan directed
the rest of my cum at her own pussy and mom's head.  Mom continued to lick
at Susan and also licked at my cum now laying on Susan's shaven mound and
lower tummy.

   Once spent, I quickly returned to mom and kneeling behind her started to
lick her pussy and arse.  As I licked mom she licked Susan.  Mom was in
ecstasy grabbing at Susan's little titties as she licked her to a raging
orgasm.

   For the second time in an hour we all slumped to the ground with slowly
subsiding orgasms.  We lay their intertwined for may behalf an hour
listening to the water and the sounds of the environment and just holding
each other.  It was a truly gentle experience.

   Susan however, was still not satisfied.  "Right," she said, "now we will
go and finish our picnic."

   "But we ate nearly all the food," I said, "although we do have some wine
left."

   "But we haven't had the carrots yet," said Susan, looking at us both. 
"Your mom likes carrots, she used one on me the other day, and now its my
turn."

   With that we made our way back to where our picnic and clothes were and
sat down to a few more glasses of wine.  Susan then reached into the hamper
and pulled out the carrots she had instructed mom to bring.

   "What do you think I'm going to do with these?," she asked me.

   "I guess you're going to fuck mom with one of them," I said, "why else
would you be so insistent we bought some along?"

   "Quite right, I am!," replied Susan, "It was your mother that gave me
the idea.  Did you know she used one on me the other day?  Without warning
as I frigged her, your dirty little mother stuffed a carrot in my cunt and
fucked me with it, so now I'm going to do the same to her."

   "Sounds fair to me mom," I said.

   "On your knees over here!," Susan ordered mom.

   Mom knew what was coming and looked as though she was looking forward to
it.  She had a slightly glazed look in her eyes as if she was getting
carried away by the sheer sexuality of the continuing situation.  It was
clear the idea of kneeling to order, in the great outdoor, to be fucked
with a fat 7" carrot, in the hands of a young bisexual woman mom had only
met a few days before, was taking her to yet new highs.  Mom knelt with her
pussy facing me and lent down on her elbows to expose herself fully.

   Susan selected the largest carrot and move over to mom.  She ran her
fingers through mom's bush and spread her pussy lips wide.  Then, with the
other hand she gently but quickly inserted the carrot just a couple on
inches.  Mom flexed her back as the carrot went in.  Then Susan move away
leaving mom kneeling with the vegetable hanging from her pussy.  Susan then
picked another carrot from the bunch and once again walked over to mom. 
This time she knelt besides mom and gave her arse a couple of licks.  Once
lubricated she inserted the second carrot in mom's arse, again just a coupe
of inches.  Mom looked up and over her shoulder at me.  She looked so hot
and yet so humiliated with the two carrots just sticking out of her.

   Susan pushed mom's head back to the ground.  Then taking a carrot in
each hand and without warning she pushed hard onto both, plunging them into
mom simultaneously.  Mum screamed with shock as she was double penetrated
so quickly and roughly.  Susan immediately pulled the carrots back out and
plunged them straight back in.  She then kept doing this, in and out,
harder and faster as mom screamed and yelped with the excitement of her
first double fucking.  Susan was clearly enjoying the situation and seemed
to like mom's discomfort.  I kept a close eye on mom to ensure she was
okay. I had fucked her enough now to know that she was enjoying herself and
was not suffering real pain.

   "Do you like this bitch," demanded Susan, "do you like to be so
humiliated in a public place, do you like your son watching your double
fucking, do you slut, do you?"

   Mom screamed, "yes, yes, fuck my arse, fuck my pussy, oh son, watch your
mother being fucked in public, watch me take it......."

   I started jacking off as mom's juices started pouring down her thighs.
This was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.  I move to grab Susan's hips
and quickly spun her round in line with mom's arse.  Before she knew what
was happening I thrust my cock hard into he arse and shouted, "How do you
like an arse fuck?  How do you like it?" as I thrust as deep as I could
into her arse.  Realising she could not get free from my dick impaling her
arse Susan started to fuck me back and continued her pumping of mom with
the carrots.  I spurted the contents of my balls deep into Susan's arse as
she screamed to a mutual orgasm with mom.

   Susan then pulled both carrots from mom's body and taking each in turn
sucked them like each was a cock.

   After this fantastic final fuck we stayed at the gorge for another hour,
swimming together, getting some sun and finishing the rest of our wine. 
Susan asked if we had liked the outdoors experience.  Both mom and I said
that the added risk of being caught was great and that it just added to the
sexual excitement.  Susan agreed but felt that, whilst the gorge was
lovely, it was a little too secluded.  "Next time we have a picnic I'll
chose somewhere where we might actually get caught," she said, "that would
be real interesting, don't you think?"............................

  
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   The Guesthouse Stories Part 11.

   The following day Mom and I just loafed around the house.  Peter was
still away and not due back until that afternoon and Susan had gone into
the local hospital to continue her nursing seminar.

   It was nice for Mom and I to be alone for the first time in so many
days. So many days of the most extreme fucking that had taken us from just
a regular mother and son into a mother and son that had now shared their
most intimate sexual experiences.  We both needed time to relax, to chat
about the situation between us and to explore where this might lead us and
indeed where we wanted it to go.  In the past few days I had masturbated to
order for another man, had sucked his dick, had fucked my own mother and my
grandmother.  Whilst mom had been consensually humiliated by both myself
and Peter, had seduced Susan into lesbian sex, had fucked her own mother
and her son at the same time and then been fucked outdoors by both myself
and Susan.

   All in all it had been one hell of a week of new experiences that had
brought us so close together.  We talked at length and both agreed that we
had no regrets thus far regarding the recent events.  Mom was still very
nervous that Dad may somehow find out.  I asked her if she thought the risk
too great and wanted to call a halt.  She replied that whilst she was
scared, the riskyness of the whole situation added to the extreme
excitement she was experiencing.  Mom said that she didn't want things to
stop.  Indeed she was looking forward to us having further adventures
together.

   I noted to her that Peter was returning that afternoon and may well want
us to `perform' for him.  Mom for the first time seemed a little hesitant.
I pushed her to explain what the problem was.  Mom said that she would feel
more comfortable when Peter finally left the guesthouse and that whilst she
was grateful that he had triggered our sexual adventures, she now wanted us
to take control of the situation.

   "What do you mean exactly?," I asked.

   "Well," she said, "Peter has been the dominant one.  He has controlled
us and whilst he had only made very vague and mild threats to expose us to
Dad, nevertheless he had still threatened it."

   I agreed but pointed out that Peter had no proof.  His plan to video mom
and Susan together had not gone as far as actually filming, so if he did
tell Dad, he couldn't prove it.

   "I know!," said mom, "but it will still be better when he leaves and
better still if we make damn sure he doesn't dare reveal anything!."

   "What have you got in mind?," I asked.

   "Well," said mom, "If Peter leaves us in two days time, why don't we get
some evidence on him.  Something that will turn the tables completely and
put him under our control.  I propose that we get his video camera today,
before he returns and the film our next sex session with him, ourselves. 
The tape will be our insurance!."

   "Nice idea mom," I replied, "but you assume Peter will be bothered by us
having him on tape.  If he's not and we have attempted to control him, it
may well have the very worst effect; pissing him off so that he does tell
Dad what's been going on."

   Mom said that she had considered that possibility and that we must have
tape of Peter doing something he would not want revealed.  She pointed out
that Peter had rarely actually touched any of us.  He had instructed, he
had wanked and he had gone as far as making me suck him off but he had
never actually got really involved in the sex.  Mom figured that he could
only control from a distance.  If he got too closely involved he lost his
confidence to control and that frightened him.

   I asked again, "What have you got in mind?."

   Mom was blunt in her reply, "When he returns today, Peter will surely
want us to fuck for him.  We shall make sure it is just you and I with him,
no Susan, and you shall fuck him!."

   "What!," I exclaimed, "you can't be serious!."

   "Sure," said mom, "If we just have him fuck me it may or may not be
enough to get the upper hand on him.  We must go the full nine yards
straight away.  If you fuck him and we get it all on tape he will be ours.
He can then leave us with the piece of mind that we have no risk of
exposure from him.  There is no way a control freak like Peter will want to
be exposed as having let himself be arse fucked by another man."

   "Mom," I said, "I'm not sure about this.  You know I'm up for most
things but I have never really contemplated fucking another guy."

   "Do it for me.," said mom in her most seductive voice.  "do it for me
and for us." She paused and smiled, "besides, maybe it would be a turn on
for me to see you fuck another guy.  You've watched me fuck two other women
this week, including my own mother !."

   I contemplated what mom had asked for some time and then decided it
would indeed be worth it to regain control of our own sex lives.  Having
agreed we set about getting everything in place.  I went and got Peter
video camera from his suitcase and together mom and I set it up on top of
her chest of drawers, hidden within a pile of clothing.  We discussed and
practised who, how and at what point we would turn it on and then confirmed
that we would go for it as soon as Peter arrived.

   I spent the next two hours passing around the house nervous and excited
about what was to come.

   Soon after 4pm Peter arrived back from his trip.  He plonked himself
down in the lounge and had mom fetch him a coffee.

   "So how was you business?," mom asked him.

   "Fine, it all went very well thanks," he replied in his usually polite
tone, "but its good to get back.  With only two days of my stay here left I
couldn't wait to return to my little slut landlady and her mother fucking
son!," he went on with an immediate change in his tone.

   Mom went along with him straight way, "Well Peter, we've been waiting
for you to.  My pussy has been just oozing juice thinking of you
instructing me and my boy here, to perform for your pleasure.  We have been
saving ourselves for your return," she lied, "and await your instructions
to fuck and suck and doing anything else you want of us."

   "I'm so glad to see you have been so loyal," Peter said, totally unaware
that we hadn't stopped fucking in one way or another since he left.

   We had to get things going before Susan returned to the house and
possibly told Peter of our adventures whilst he had been away.

   "Can we fuck for you now Peter?," mom begged, "can we perform for you
now, we've been waiting so long......"

   Peter smiled, "Sure, why not," he said, "let me see your cunt right now,
let me see just how wet you are, remove your jeans and panties and spread
your pussy for me."

   I stood in the corner of the room as mom slowly unzipped her jeans and
slid them down her legs and off.  She then turned her back to Peter, bent
over and slowly pulled her knickers down her thighs exposing her arse and
pussy lips to Peter.  She took her knickers right off and then spread her
legs to open her pussy to Peter's full view.  It was indeed wet.

   "What about you arse?," said Peter, "spread your checks and show me your
little arse."

   Mom did as she was told and opened herself up to Peter.  She then put
her left index finger into her arse hole and pushed it al the way in before
proceeding to gently fuck her own arse for our pleasure.  I guess mom
wanted to get both Peter and me excited as quickly as possible and it was
sure as hell working.  My dick was tearing at my trousers fully erect and
dripping in my shorts.

   "Kneel down," said Peter to mom.

   "Oh, why don't we go upstairs for this one Peter.," she responded
seductively as she turned to face him.  "I want to really perform for you
today, without interruption," she said looking straight into his eyes
whilst at the same time rubbing her pussy with both hands.

   "Okay upstairs now!" he said, as though it was his idea.

   Mom led the way upstairs, I followed with Peter behind.  Mom went
straight into her room and turning to Peter begged him, "please Peter I
want to beg a special favour from you."

   Peter was taken aback but, trying to maintain his control of the
situation replied, "what do you want slut?."

   "I want to masturbate for you, on all fours like a little doggie, I want
to bring myself off just for you, I want to be dirty, I want to be wet I
want to come just for you Peter, just for you......."

   Mom's efforts were working.  She seemed to have mesmerised Peter with
her utter subservience to providing him with a personal performance.  He
had practically forgotten I was there.

   Without a response from Peter, mom removed her top and bra.  She stood
before him a small, pert little lady, oozing sex.  Gentle she fell to her
knees and then onto all fours before turning her arse towards him.  She
then dropped her shoulders to the floor and started to work her fingers and
then her entire left hand into her pussy.  She was getting real dirty,
swearing and writhing in lust as she fisted herself roughly.

   "god, oh god,,, fuck me, fuck me," she called to herself, "you're a
little slut aren't you, a little slut who fucks her own son and performs
like a whore for strangers, aren't you, aren't you," she demanded of
herself as she fisted faster and faster.

   "Peter," she yelled , "I'm coming, I'm comimg just for you Peter. 
Please kneel behind me Peter, please touch me, please slap my arse, punish
me Peter, punish your little performing slut..."

   Peter was totally taken in by mom's magnificent performance and I was
ready to fuck anything, including Peter.

   Peter dropped his pants and shorts and knelt behind mom.  He started to
spank her arse with his left hand whilst wanking himself with the other.

   It was now or never for me and mom.  As she kept on tormenting him with
her cries of lust and her filthy performance I walked to the chest of
drawers and hit the record button on the video camera.  I then quickly
stripped and approached Peter from behind.

   I felt scared but at the same time strong.  This was my opportunity to
teach Peter.  My chance to be the man in control and his turn to be
humiliated.  I felt the strength of four men as I knelt behind him and
grabbed his hips with both arms.  I didn't give him a chance to work out
what was happening or for myself to have second thoughts.  I thrust my dick
into his arse sharply and harshly.  He instantly bucked but I grabbed
tighter with both arms and dragged his arse back onto my cock as I thrust
forward with my hips.  He was mine and the more he struggled the deeper my
cock sunk into his body.

   "Fuck!, get the fuck of me," he shouted.

   "No chance Peter," I replied, "now its our turn to control!  I going to
fuck you good until you beg for more.," I said as I pumped in and out of
his tight arse.  The feeling was getting to me.  Nervousness had given way
to real sexual excitement and I fucked him.  His arse was tight and it
didn't seem to matter that it was a man getting my sex.

   Mom rolled away and stood.  "Fuck him son, fuck him!" she shouted as I
pushed Peters head and shoulders to the floor and fell on top of him to
hold him down.

   "Fuck him harder," mom shouted, "make him beg, make him sorry."

   Mom words drove me on as I pumped harder and faster into Peter's arse
and finally wrenched my cock out just as I started to come.  Peter feeling
his freedom rolled onto his back just as I spurted my first load.  It hit
him straight in the face just as he was going to speak.  He fell
immediately silent and I spurted again into his face and then onto his
stomach.

   "So Peter, now you are the servant," leered mom, "now we are in control
and we no longer do as you say.  Until you leave in two days you belong to
us.  How does that feel Peter?  How does it feel to be on the other side of
the table?"

   Peter looked angry at having fallen into our trap.  "I'll tell you
husband what you've been upto, you fools.  I told I would and now you think
you control me, No chance!  The deals off and you two will be sorry!" he
threatened.

   Mom walked to the camera and pulled it from the pile of clothing.  "Oh,
I don't think so Peter.  You see, you taught us well.  We have this whole
scene on video and you will comply with our instructions.  So keep you
empty threats to yourself.  Your arse is ours until you leave.

   "You fuckers!, he said, "what about the tape, do I get it when I
leave?."

   "No!," said mom, "Its our insurance, but rest assured it will never see
the light of day as long as you keep quiet about your time here in our
house."

   Reluctantly Peter agreed and started to get up of the floor.

   "Not yet Peter!, said mom.

   Turning to me mom grabbed my dick and wanked it a few strokes.  Have you
got another load in there son?, she asked.

   I instantly knew what she had in mind, "Sure mom," I replied stepping
forward and wanking myself over Peter's stomach, crotch and legs.

   He just lay on the floor, utterly beaten as I ejaculated another full
load over him.

   "Now," said mom to Peter, "you will leave us and we shall not tolerate
and attempted domination from you for the rest of your stay.  You shall now
return to your room and get cleaned up and you shall go on your hands and
knees!."

   Peter crawled out of the room covered in my mess and literally climbed
the flight of stairs to his attic room on all fours with spunk dripping
from his body.  The tables were truly turned and mom and I were totally in
control of our new sexuality.

   "Do we tell Susan about this?," I asked.

   "Oh indeed we shall tell Susan, indeed we shall!" said mom, "after all
the tables are now turned, We are in control and Susan is now ours for the
rest of her stay.  She double fucked me in a public place, with two carrots
for god's sake!  Our little Susan need to be taught a lesson......but right
now I need finishing off... fuck me son, fuck me now.........."

  
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   The Guesthouse Stories Part 12.

   Two days latter the time for Peter to depart our house arrived.  He had
been very quiet since we had humiliated him by my fucking his arse and
getting the whole scene on video.  Nevertheless he had shown no bad
feelings towards us.  Peter had always been most pleasant and remained that
way.  I guess he simply accepted that in the end we had won the game and
turned the tables on him and along the way we had all enjoyed ourselves.

   Peter came downstairs with his packed bags mid-morning.  We walked
outside with him to his car.

   "You know I have really enjoyed my stay here.," he said, "it was
wonderful getting to know both of you so intimately."

   "It has been wonderful for us too Peter," replied mom.  "I would never
have believed our lives could have been so changed by one house guest, but
I am glad it has and grateful to you for making it happen."

   Mom then lent forward and kissed Peter on the cheek.  "No hard feelings
about the tape?," she asked.

   "No I guess not," Peter said, "just as long as it stays private, and I
believe you will stick to your word."

   "Absolutely!," said Mom, "It will remain totally private." She added,
"If you ever want to come and stay again Peter, please don't hesitate, we
would both like to see you again some time."

   With that Peter climbed into his car and left us.  I put my arm round
mom's shoulder and we turned to walk indoors.  As we did so another car
pulled into the driveway.  As it came to a halt the window was wound down
and a women leaned out.

   "Hello," she said in a very quite voice, "one of the locals in town
pointed us in your direction for accommodation.  Would you be able to put
us up for two or three days?."

   "What exactly are you looking for?," mom replied.

   "Oh just a double room, its just me and my daugther.  We are on our way
down south and just want to rest up for a few days and take in some of the
local scenery," the women replied.

   "Sure," said mom, "that will be no problem.  I'm Paula and this is my
son Sam.  He'll get you bags and help you indoors."

   "Thanks," said the women climbing from her car and introducing herself
as Clare.  Her daughter then got out of the car and said cheerily, "Hi, I'm
Angela, but people call me Angel!."

   "God knows why!," said her mother laughing.

   I grabbed the bags and we all made our way indoors.  Mom showed our new
guests into the Kitchen and offered them some coffee and sandwiches.  I
took their bags upstairs to the attic room that Peter had vacated that
morning.  It kind of amused me to be putting them in a room that had seen
so much sexual activity in the past couple of week.  If only they knew what
had been going on in this apparently respectable house.  I then made my way
back downstairs and joined Mom, Clare and Angel in the kitchen.

   Clare, I figured, was about the same age as Mom, in her late thirties,
and had a similar figure.  She was about 5'3," slim, petite but with larger
breasts than mom's.  Her hair was long, dark and lightly permed.

   Angel took after her mother and was eighteen years old.  With the
exception of Angel having her hair straight, she and her mother could have
been sisters.  I thought they were both real good looking and was very
happy to have them brightening up the house for a few days.

   "So you'll be staying for a few days then?," asked mom, "where did you
say you were heading?."

   Clare replied that they were on their way to see her folks in South
Carolina but since Angel had a few weeks off school, they had decided to
take the journey slow and double it up as a touring holiday.

   "So what about your husband?," mom said and then quickly added, "if you
don't mind me asking."

   "Sadly my husband and I were divorced a few years ago now," Clare
replied, and then hugging Angel real tight she added, "so its just me and
my little Angel here!."

   "Sorry," said mom, "I didn't mean to pry."

   "Not at all," said Clare, "I still get on with my husband, its just
better we don't live together if you know what I mean."

   I thought it best to change the subject and spoke up telling Clare and
Angel that their bags were in the attic room and then asking them if they
had any particular site seeing in mind during their stay with us.  Angel
piped up that she was keen to see some of our great scenery and to just
chill out for a few days.  "Got any recommendations?," she asked.

   "For good scenery and real secluded chill-out country you should try
Woodville Gorge," I said and immediately notice mom look at me with a wry
smile, obviously recalling our recent sex session there with Susan.

   "Sounds good to me," said Angel, "What do you think mom?."

   "Fine!, said Clare, "but we'll need instructions on how to get there."

   I quickly cut in, "It's a bit of a rough road but well worth it.  You'd
be better in a 4x4 but you're welcome to take mine tomorrow if you want."

   Not wanting to miss a chance to get to know these two gorgeous women
better I added "Of course, I'll be glad to take you there if you don't mind
the company.  Mom and I sometimes picnic there, how would you feel if we
all went for the day, it's real beautiful, you wont regret it!"

   "Well that would be real kind of you Sam," said Clare, "are you
absolutely sure you and your mother have the time?."

   "Absolutely," said mom, "it will be a pleasure."

   Clare and Angel then excused themselves and went up to their room to
unpack their bags.

   Mom took the opportunity to ask me, "are you planning some entertainment
with our new guests?," she asked, "or was the choice of Woodville Gorge
just a co-incidence?."

   "I don't know what you mean mom," I replied smirking.

   The next morning mom got up early and prepared a huge picnic.  I entered
the kitchen as she was packing it into the hamper and cheekily asked if she
had remembered to take carrots.

   "No, but I've got a lovely cucumber," said mom with just the dirtiest
look on her face, you could imagine.

   We both laughed and quickly hugged each other.  I took the opportunity
to feel her arse through her shorts and give her a beautiful deep kiss.  My
dick immediately started to rise but mom pulled away and told me to stop
being so naughty and control myself.  "If you're lucky, you'll need all you
strength for latter," she said.

   We loaded up the 4x4 and set off around 10.30 arriving at the gorge
about 45 minutes latter.  Clare and Angel immediately commented on just how
beautiful it was and how lucky we were to have such a place so near.

   We went to the same area of grass that we had visited with Susan just a
few days before.  Mom set down the hamper and immediately opened a bottle
of wine.

   "Who wants some?," she asked holding up the bottle.

   "Oh yes please," said Clare, "it's a bit early but if we've got all day
here then we may as well get relaxed."

   Before Angel could respond to the offer of wine, I asked here if she
would care to come for a walk with me and see a bit more of the gorge and
the surrounding country.

   "yeah sure," she replied, "That sounds great.  Is it alright with you
mum?"

   "Yes that okay honey," Clare said, but be careful and make sure Sam
takes good care of you.

   "Don't worry, I will," I said, adding that we would be no longer than an
hour.

   With that Angel and I set off, slowly walking up the valley along the
river bank whilst mom and Clare settled on the grass with their bottle of
wine.

   As it turned out Angel and I were gone just a little under an hour but
not by much.  The time was not only taken up with site seeing but with a
fantastic outdoor sex session that I will recount in the next chapter of
this story.  For now, I want to relate what Mum and Clare got up to in our
absence, as described to me by mom latter that evening.

   After Clare and I left the grass area and wandered off into the woods
mom and Clare had settled down on the grass to chat, drink some wine and
take in some of the mid-morning sunshine.

   Clare enquired of mom whether dad was still on the scene.

   "Oh sure," said mom, "but he is a computer engineer and his work takes
him away to the city most of the time so he tends to stay in Motels rather
than travel home each day.  He would end up spending hours travelling."

   "So why don't you live in the city then?," asked Clare.

   "We all love this area so much we decided a long time ago that it was
worth him being away for a few weeks at a time, in return for the benefits
of living where we do.  Also running the guesthouse gives us extra income
so we plan that he will retire early.  In the meantime we put up with him
being away," said mom.

   "But what about....well you know...what do you do for...er..," stumbled
Clare.

   "You mean what do I do for Sex?," said mom plainly.

   "Well yes, what do you do for sex, I know how much I miss not having a
husband around." Responded Clare.

   Mom told me the wine was relaxing her nicely by this time and she was
more open with Clare than she had intended to by.

   "Well you know, there's always masturbation and a few well chosen toys,"
she giggled, "and I have to admit that I have had one or two encounters
with guests.  But don't get me wrong, its not like I don't love my husband
dearly, its just sometimes....well sometimes situations just arise and if
you haven't had a good cock for a fortnight the temptation can be
overwhelming.  Does that shock you Clare, I do hope not."

   "No it doesn't shock me," said Clare, "as I said, I know what it's like
to get frustrated from time to time."

   The wine was beginning to remove both mom and Clare's inhibitions and
Clare then asked mom, "so tell me, what was your last sexual encounter with
a guest.  I would just love to know the details.  Go on tell!....please."

   Mom knew she couldn't tell Clare that her last sex had been with me and
Peter, or indeed the time before that, that had been with her own mother
and me.  Thinking it was the least shocking of all she blurted out, without
really thinking, that it had been with Susan, a female guest.

   "Lesbian sex!," exclaimed Clare, "you're bisexual?."

   "Well I never really thought of it that way," said mom, "but yes I have
enjoyed sex with other women sometimes."

   Clare seemed a little unsettled and changed the subject saying, "Shall
we go and take a look at the river then?."

   "Sure," said mom, adding, "so do you still want to know the details?"

   Clare had regained her composure as they walked to the river's edge and
replied that yes she would still like to hear the details.

   "Lets sit here by the water and you tell me all about it," mom said.

   They both sat down, mom dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and
Clare also in a pair of shorts with a blouse and a bra underneath.  Mom
proceeded to recount a slightly untrue version of her sex session with
Susan.  She described how she and Susan had been the only ones in the house
one night and that She had started to flirt with Susan by flashing her
knickers to her.  She made sure not to reveal that the whole episode was
set up with the intention of involving Peter and myself.

   "So what was Susan's response to your flashing at her?," asked Clare.

   "Well thankfully she took the bait," replied mom, "she was submissive to
me and after a little persuasion she proceeded to strip off and frig
herself in front of me whilst leaning over the back of the sofa."

   "God that sounds exciting!," exclaimed Clare, "go on tell me more."

   "Well then, when she had bought herself off, she came over to me in my
chair and finger fucked me in my pussy and my arse.  It was fucking
great!," said mom, "and finally I.......," she tailed off.

   "Finally what!, what!," begged Clare.

   "Well I had a carrot from the kitchen and I...er...well I fucked her
with the carrot and we both came together."

   "When was this?," asked Clare.

   "Oh only a few days ago," said mom.

   "and Susan, has she gone now?," said Clare.

   "No she's still staying with us, shall I introduce you," said mom with a
big grin on her face.

   Clare didn't answer the question.  Instead she commented to mom how hot
it was sitting in the sun.  Mom thought Clare was actually getting hot from
listening to the story judging by the way her nipples were sticking out.

   "Well if you're hot, lets go for a swim," said mom.

   "I can't, I haven't got anything."

   "You mean you didn't bring a swimsuit.  Sorry that's my fault I should
have told you yesterday that the swimming here was good.," apologised mom,
"but since Sam and Angel aren't here, why worry, lets just skinny dip."

   "Oh, I don't know, what if someone came by.," said Clare.

   Mom assured Clare that it would be okay since very few people ever came
to this part of the gorge.  They would have total privacy and added to that
she assured Clare that skinny dipping in the great outdoors was just
fantastic.

   "Go on then," said Clare, "I will if you will, but you must go first!."

   Mom stood up and removed her t-shirt to reveal her small titties and, by
this time, erect nipples.  She then put her fingers into the waistband of
her knickers and slowly pulled both them and her shorts down on off whilst
looking directly at Clare.

   Clare noticed mom's nipples and asked her if she the story telling had
got her excited.  Mom replied that indeed it had.

   "Now you're turn.," said mom.

   Clare hesitated than stood up and started to unbutton her blouse.  She
removed it, then unclipped her bra and let it drop to the floor.  Then she
sat down again.

   "Oh come on," said mom, "don't be shy, what about the rest?."

   "I'm embarrassed!," replied Clare.

   Mom immediately grabbed Clare's ankles and rolled her onto her back
grabbing her shorts and started to pull them off.

   "Come on, get it all off," she laughed as she pulled Clare's shorts down
taking her knickers with them.  "There isn't that better?," she asked as
Clare now sat beneath her totally naked.  "I can she from your wetness that
my little story has got you excited too," she said.

   They had both now forgotten about swimming as mom knelt between Clare's
legs and looked her straight in the eye, "do you want to have some fun with
me, like Susan, Clare?," she asked.

   Clare whispered gently back, "yes...yes please...show me how you fuck
another women Paula.  I would love to fuck with you but you must promise
not to tell anyone....please."

   "I won't tell, if you won't," said mom as she gently pushed Clare's
knees apart to reveal her now glistening pussy lips, "just enjoy it and if
you want me to stop just say so."

   Mom proceeded to lower her head to Clare's pussy and started to lick and
suck her clit.  At the same time she reached up and massaged Clare's
breasts, pinching and tweaking her nipples.

   "god this is so good," murmured Clare.

   Mom removed her hands from Clare's breasts, inserted two fingers into
her cunt and started pumping her to orgasm.  She then started to push a
finger into Clare's arse.

   "No not my arse!," said Clare, "please not my arse."

   "Trust me you'll love it," replied mom and pushed her finger fully into
Clare's tight arsehole.  She continued to pump in and out of her cunt and
arse at the same time, faster and faster.  "Come for me Clare, come for me
you bitch, you dirty bitch, come for me," she shouted.

   "Oh God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming," shouted Clare, "watch out when I
come, I er........"

   Before she could finish her sentence Clare's jerked to orgasm and her
pussy blasted a massive load of juice into mom's face.  So much that mom
jerked backwards with her face and hair just dripping.

   "My God, you ejaculate Clare," said mom wiping her face with her hands.

   "I know, I know," said Clare, "I always cum like that, full loads of
ejaculation.  My husband used to love it."

   Mom immediately turned around and sat over Clare's face.  She then went
back down on Clare's pussy in a 69 position.  Both of them put fingers into
each other and sucked hard on each other's clits.  Faster and harder they
fucked, screaming and swearing at each other until mom reached a racking,
jerking orgasm.  A few seconds latter Clare jerked her body stiff and
another blast of female cum shot from her cunt.  Mom lifted her head away
to watch burst after burst shot into the air from Clare and onto the grass.
They then both collapsed exhausted and spent, gently kissing and rubbing
each other's pussy.  As they settled and got their breath back Clare turned
to mom and said that it had been the best sex she had had for a long time.

   "Have you ever done it with a women before?," asked mom.

   "Yes, once or twice but never outdoors.  It just seems so naughty. 
Promise me we can do this again before Angel and I leave.  Please can we?."

   "Of course!," said mom, "but on one condition.  You let me have sex with
Angel as well."

   "Good God Paula!, you really are something.  Not satisfied with me, you
want sex with my daughter as well!" said Clare.

   "Well she's so beautiful," replied mom, "and in return you can use my
son if you like."

   "How can you offer your son like that?  How do you know he would want to
fuck me?," asked Clare, continuing, "look, it not up to me what Angel does,
she's old enough to make her own choices so if you can seduce her you go
right ahead."

   "Have you ever had sex with her?," mom asked bluntly.

   Clare froze.

   "You have, haven't you!," said mom, "I can see from your reaction that
you have.  You dirty cow, the times before with a women were with Angel
weren't they?"

   "Well I get so frustrated since my husband left and Angel and I have
always been very close.  You know, it.....well it just happened.  The first
time was a few months ago now."

   "And when was the last time?," said mom digging.

   "Oh God!, I suppose I may as well come clean," responded Clare, "the
last time was yesterday in the car travelling here.  Angel started to
fondle my thigh and frig herself in the seat next to me.  She's always on
heat these days.  Well, we just pulled off the road and suck and frigged
each other there and then.

   "So it's a regular thing between you then?"

   "Yeah, I suppose it is but I'm not sure I should have told you.  I
hardly even know you.  I just feel so relaxed with you Paula and having
just fucked each other I feel I can tell you anything," said Clare.

   "I feel the same about you Clare and if it helps put you at ease with
your disclosure, I prepared to tell you my sexiest secret," said mom.

   "Oh yes, Paula, tell me your sexy secrets.  It is better than your sex
with Susan," asked Clare as she unconsciously started to gently rub her
pussy lips.  "Oh its much worse than that Clare.  Whilst you know the
pleasure of sex with your own daughter, I have known what its like to fuck
my own son!," mom said quietly.

   "Sam!, you've fucked with Sam?, said Clare.

   "Oh yes Clare, I have indeed and I still do, often!."

   "I don't know what to say," said Clare.

   "Well it is really any different from you and Angel?."

   Clear thought for some time and then smiling at mom said gently, "I
suppose not" and added "so that why you so confidently offered him to me. I
can tell you Paula, that's an offer I intend to take up!"

   Clare was now openly rubbing her clit and gently bringing herself to her
third orgasm as she imagined mom and I fucking each other.  Mom responded
by wanking herself thinking of Angel.  They both bought themselves off, in
a gentle silence, performing for each other.

  
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   The Guesthouse Stories Part 13.

   Whilst mom and Clare had, unbeknown to us, been getting it on together,
Angel and I had been exploring the gorge.  We had been walking and
generally making polite conversation concerning the beautiful scenery for
about ten minutes when Angel turned the conversation towards private
matters.  She asked me if I intended to stay in our small town for the
whole of my life, what plans I had, whether I had a girlfriend and all
sorts of generally personal questions.  It certainly didn't bother me and I
was quite happy to tell her that whilst I someday wanted to travel I was
quite happy at present helping out mom at the guesthouse.  I also told her
that I didn't have any steady girlfriend.

   The truth was I didn't need one.  I was getting all the sex I could
dream of from my own mom and the thought of working at a relation ship at
that time in my life just seemed a real drag.  Of course I didn't tell
Angel that, I just told her I was between girlfriends.

   I asked Angel about herself and whether there was anyone partner in her
life at the moment.

   "No," she said, "my mother is a bit over protective of me since she and
dad split up, so I don't get the freedom I want.  Don't get me wrong, mum's
not oppressive but the idea of me getting a good fuck without her knowing
or at least finding out and giving me a hard time about education and
responsibility and unwanted pregnancy and all that jazz, just doesn't seem
possible."

   She seemed to stop abruptly, realising that she was probably complaining
too much in response to what had been just a polite enquiry from me. 
Sensing there was more to Angel than the well-behaved little innocent she
was portraying I decided to push the point.

   "So your mom keeps close tabs on you and doesn't let you have
boyfriends?," I asked in a surprised tone.

   "Well not exactly, I mean she's not that bad," responded Angel, "its
just that I could be a whole lot naughtier given the chance, if you see
what I mean."

   I told Angel that she was now confusing me and asked bluntly whether she
was getting it or not.

   "Well yes, from time to time, but I have had one or two really wild
experiences that it's difficult to repeat with mom around."

   "Really!," I said, "like what?."

   "Oh no!," said Angel, "you don't get me that easy.  If you want me to
tell you about my wild times then first you gotta tell me yours.  I'll do
you a deal.  If you tell me something that really shocks me, that's really
wild, and that I believe to be true, then I'll tell you about my most
radical sexual encounters.  Deal?"

   I remained silent for a while.  I knew I had stuff to tell that would
truly shock Angel, but how far could I safely go?  After some considerable
thought and prompting from Angel, I blurted out, "Well I've done it with
another guy!."

   "What fucked another guy?," asked Angel, "you're gay are you?"

   "No, no, not gay,," I quickly responded, "its just the opportunity arose
to fuck this other guy and I tried it.  That's all!"

   "And did you like it?," she said.

   "Yeah sure, it was good.  It's not something I've done regularly but I
won't deny I liked it." I quickly added "What about you, ever done it with
another girl?"

   "Well now, that would be telling," she said coyly, "and you haven't
shocked me enough yet.  You've got to do better than a one off gay fuck to
shock me!"

   Angel wasn't giving anything away, but I still figured she was being
straight with me.  I thought again long and hard about what to say to her
to get her to open up, figuratively speaking.  I decided to go for broke,
figuring I could always pretend to be joking if she was just too shocked.

   "I've fucked my own mom!," I exclaimed.

   There was utter silence!  Then Angel stopped walking and looked me
straight in the eye and repeated what I had said, "You've fucked your own
mom?."

   "Yeah," I said, "I really have fucked my own little mom."

   "Christ, you're not joking are you!," she said, "you really have got it
on with your mom."

   "Well is that shocking enough for you?"

   Surprisingly Angel smiled and said, "oh yes ineed!  You win!  You've
shocked me all right!"

   I was now to find out if I had gone over the top.  Would she scream and
run away or stay?  "So you gonna tell me your wildest experiences then? 
After all a deals a deal."

   Angel lent against a tree and smiled.  "You're right a deals a deal! 
Well without going into full detail, I'll tell you my top three wildest
sessions.  In third place," she said laughing, "I fucked two guys at once,
at home whilst mum was downstairs." She paused and thought before
continuing, "In second place I had sex outdoors with a guy within yards of
other people."

   "And first?" I asked.

   Again Angel paused for some long thought and them smiling again said
softly, "In first place,.............I fucked another women!"

   "Lesbian sex is hardly that shocking," I mocked, "it hardly ranks number
one!."

   "Oh but we have more in common than you think, Sam," she said, "I didn't
just have sex with any women.  I had sex with mum!."

   "You're kidding," I said excitedly, "You fucked with your mom too?"

   I walked over to Angel and put a hand over each of her shoulders and
onto the tree she was leaning against.  I just knew that she was hot!  Her
revelations to me had left her flushed, her nipples were sticking out
through the material of her top and she was breathing heavily.

   "It turns you on telling me about it, doesn't it?" I asked, "and the
thought of me fucking my mom, what does that do for you Angel, does that
get you hot as well?."

   She didn't answer, she just wrapped her arms around me and kissed me
hard.  "Fuck me Sam," she whispered.

   "Not yet," I said, "If we are talking about our wildest experiences, why
don't we make this opportunity, just that; a chance to beat our wildest! 
What would be the wildest fantasy you could have her, in the woods, with
me, right now?"

   Angel thought again, and then said, "you mean anything, anything I
want?"

   "Sure anything!, What do you want?"

   Angel looked me, once again in the eye and said confidently, "I want you
to fuck me in the arse, standing right here against this tree!"

   "Sure," I said before being immediately stopped by Angel.  "I haven't
finished yet," she said, "When you have fucked me, I want you to piss all
over me.  I want to be humiliated Sam, totally humiliated.  Would you like
to do that Sam, would you like to do that with me?"

   "Oh yes," I said, rubbing my cock through my pants, "I would love to do
all that with you Angel!"

   I started to pull down my pants and shorts immediately, and let my hard
cock spring into the cool forest air.  I was totally on heat by now and
under Angel's spell.

   "Hold on Sam!" she said, "aren't you forgetting something?  What are you
going to do in return, that's really wild?"

   "What do you want?" I begged.

   Angel pretended to think, but it was clear she had already decided on
what she wanted of me.  "When we get back to where our mothers are you are
to approach them still naked!  You've got to walk right up to them in the
nude!"

   "Are you kidding?" I asked.

   "No kidding," she said "and what's more, you are to be totally stiff,
just like you are now Sam, on heat and dripping pre-cum."

   "And what the fuck do you think our mothers will say to that?" I asked.

   "Well if you've fucked yours and I've fucked mine, then they really
won't have much of a choice but to go along with things will they.  They
can hardly complain.  Besides I want to see you fuck you mom Sam!"

   I was too gone with lust to argue, "alright!" I said, "I'll do it, now
get naked and show me that arse of yours."

   Angel pushed me back two paces and stripped her clothes.  She stood
before me, totally beautiful in the great outdoors.  She rubbed her nipples
a few times and then dropped her fingers to her cunt and proceeded to rub
her clit gently.  Then she slowly turned away from me and lent out with
both arms onto the tree for support.  "Fuck my arse Sam!," she whispered,
"go ahead, fuck my arse hard Sam."

   I positioned myself between her legs and spat onto my cock head for
lubrication.  I then moved a few more inches forward and rubbed the head of
my dick up and down her arse crack.  Angel immediately put one of her hands
between her legs and started to frig herself.

   I put the head of my cock against her arse hole and gently pushed
forward.  My cock sank quickly and easily into her arse and she squealed
and I pushed it all the way in.  I nearly came than and there.  Controlling
myself I gently started to slowly push in and out of her arse.  Each time I
withdrew a few inches she breathed out and with each thrust back in she
took a gently breath.  We quietly and slowly built up speed.  There seemed
no need to say anything.  The sounds of the forest, Angel's breathing and
the moist sound of her arse being well fucked was enough.  We were both in
ecstasy.  My initial urged to come, subsided and we managed to slowly fuck
for at least five minutes.  Then as our climax started to build Angel
started talking, louder and louder until she reached a level where she was
shouting at me to fuck her arse, hard.  For myself I shouted back that she
was by slut, my little arse slut and that I was going to make her come.  My
fucking became frenetic as we reached orgasm.  I decided not to pull out
and plunged as deep into her arse as I could as I started to pump my cum
into her bowels.  Angel screamed with pleasure and continued her clit
frigging as she too came.

   We stood still for a moment and then I pulled out of her arse.  She
turned and knelt before me.  I knew what she wanted and, holding my sticky
cock, started to piss on her.  I rain piss all over her little body and
face.  She opened her mouth and gulped it in.  All the while continually
rubbing her clit and arse with her fingers.  She was just so dirty.  As my
piss started to subside I was already beginning to get hard again and
started to jack myself off.

   "Lay down and do that," Angel said.

   I lay on the forest path and continued to jack myself.  As I did so
angel stood over me and started her own stream of piss.  She drenched me
from head to toe in her flow as I pumped my cum over my chest and stomach.

   When finished, I stood up and we both gathered our clothes.

   "Lets both walk naked," said Angel, "we're only fifteen minutes away
from where we left our mothers, lets walk naked through the woods back to
them and when we get there don't forget, we walk straight up to them as we
are.  Let's just see their reaction.

   "Fine by me!" I said, as we started back down the path back to mom and
Clare, carrying our clothes and both dripping my spunk, me from my chest
and Angel from her arse.

  
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   The Guesthouse Stories Part 14.

   Angel and I walked for about fifteen minutes.  Totally naked, and still
lustful after our fuck.  The feeling of just walking through the woods with
nothing on and the evidence of our fucking still covering our bodies was
really sexy.

   Best of all was the adrenaline rush I was getting as we got nearer and
nearer to where we had left mom and Clare.  I could feel my excitement
growing and my cock started to rise once again.  When we got to the edge of
the wood we could see mom and Clare sitting in the grass, drinking wine and
chatting.  The scene seemed so normal that I suddenly got nervous.

   "We can't do this Angel," I said, "If we just walk right up to our
mothers with nothing on, how on earth do you know what their reaction might
be.  Your mother might fucking kill me for taking advantage of you in the
forest."

   "Don't worry, trust me, they'll go for it." She replied, "As I said, if
you've fucked your mom and I've had sex with mine then they just can't
refuse the chance for us all to have a session together."

   Angel's words put my mind at rest a little.  I reached down and grabbed
my swollen cock and gave it a couple of jerks.  Pre-cum started to rise.

   "Here goes then!" I said to Angel as I took her hand and we strolled
briskly out of the trees and made directly for mom and Clare.  Looking
ahead I could see that mom had seen us approaching and then gave a `double
take' as she obviously realised we were naked.  She instantly got to her
feet and Clare, at the same time, knelt up to see what had caught mom's
attention.  By this time Angel and I were only twenty yards away and walked
right up to mom and Clare before either had a chance to say anything.

   Angel spoke first with a cheerful, "Hi Mum!" as though it was perfectly
normal to wander out of the woods with nothing on, holding hands with a man
sporting a raging hardon.

   Not surprisingly Clare's reaction was a little less relaxed.  "What the
fuck are you doing?" she shouted at Angel.  She then immediately turned to
me, having spotted by cock bouncing up and down, and said "I trusted you
Sam to look after Angel not to abuse her and here you are wandering
straight out of the woods, obviously having fucked my little girl."

   Mom had said nothing.  I looked at her.  She was looking at my swollen
cock and then looked at me.  Before I could say anything mom just smiled, a
knowing smile and Angel started to talk.

   "Calm down mum," she said to Clare, "Sam didn't rape me for God's sake.
I wanted him to fuck me.  I haven't been properly fucked for weeks and out
there in the woods just seemed such a great place to do it.  And you know
what mum, Sam fucked me in the arse.  A real hard arse fuck!" With that
Angel turned her back to our mothers, bent slightly forward and pulled her
arse cheeks apart to show them the remnants of my spunk still dripping from
her arse.  She then turned to face them again and said "so what do you
think of that then mum?" She was just so dirty.

   Clare just looked totally shocked by her daughter's brazen behaviour. 
"Okay Angel," she said, "I suppose you old enough to make your own choices,
but why do you walk straight up to us still undressed and with Sam in that
state?"

   "Because mum, Sam and I have been talking and he knows that you and I
have had sex together and, guess what mum, Sam has fucked Paula here!"

   "Yes I know!" said Clare.

   "What do you mean, you know!"

   "Well, Paula and I have been talking and she told me."

   "Talking eh?" said Angel, "If Paula told you that, then I bet you've
been doing more than talking whilst Sam and I were in the woods.  Have you
two fucked?," she said looking from her mother to my mom and back again. 
"You have haven't you!  If nothing else mum, I know you had a bra on when
we left you and where is it now mum, eh?"

   Feeling a little left out of the conversation I said, rather
pathetically, "So what now then?"

   Angel continue to lead events, "Sam here is going to fuck his mother for
us mum.  The two of them are going to put on a little show for us and then
I thought we would just take it form there."

   Clare instantly smiled and put her arm around Angel's shoulder.  "Well
my little Angel, you really are a clever little thing aren't you," she said
as she let her hand drop onto her daughters breast and started to tweak her
nipple.  "Come on then Sam, let's see you use that weapon of yours.  Angel
and I expect a good show from you and little Paula here.  I've never seen a
son fuck his mother before and the thought is getting me real juicy." With
that and with her other hand she started to rub her own pussy through the
material of her shorts.

   Mom walked over to me and took hold of my dick without saying a word. 
She sank to her knees and started to gently suck me as Clare and Angel sat
down next to the picnic basket and started to watch.  Mom looked directly
at them both as she slowly, gently and silently sucked and licked.  I knew
she was performing this blowjob for them and I was just the prop, so I too
stayed as quiet as possible and let mom get on with it.  She put her hand
down the waistband of her shorts and started to finger fuck herself as she
continued to suck me.  Clare and Angel just looked on with excitement.

   "Come for Sam," said mom gently to me, "come for mummy, please come for
mummy."

   Her words sent me over the edge and I started to cum.  Mom locked her
mouth firmly onto my dick and took every drop into her mouth.  She sucked
me dry and then carefully pulled her mouth off my dick.  Mom then crawled
over to Clare and Angel and opened her mouth for them both to see my full
load.  Then mom deliberately and explicitly took a big gulp and swallowed
the entire load down in one.

   Clare smiled and said "God Paula, that was good.  Now fuck Sam, please
fuck Sam for Angel and me."

   Mom crawled back over to me and taking my cock in hand started to pump
and suck me to hardness again.  As she did so Clare stood and pulled off
her top and shorts before sitting back down next to Angel.  It was the
first time I had seen Clare naked and She was as gorgeous as I had imagined
she would be.  A dead ringer for mom but her tits were probably 36C as
opposed to mom's little 34A cup.

   Clare and Angel each put a hand onto each other cunt and started to rub
and finger fuck each other as Mom ripped of her shorts and knickers and,
turning her arse to me, knelt on all fours.

   "Fuck me Sam," she said, "fuck me for our new friends."

   I immediately inserted my dick into mom's pussy and started to fuck.  I
was determined to last as long as possible so that Angel and Clare could
really get going.  I pushed in and out of mom slowly and steadily whilst
she played with her own nipples.  Clare, in the meantime, had also knelt on
all fours in front of her daughter and was letting Angel fuck her pussy
with nearly her whole hand.  Both mom and Clare started to buck as my dick
pumped in and out, and Angels fist did the same to Clare.

   "Spank her Sam!" shouted Clare, "Spank that whore mother of yours, make
her beg Sam!"

   I took the instruction and started to spank moms arse as I plunged my
cock in and out of her pussy.  Mom yelped as each stroke came down on her
cheeks.  At the same time Angel started to spank her own mother's arse but
much harder than me.  She really laid into her mom with hard, almost brutal
strokes and started to verbally abuse her.

   "You're a fuck slut mum, a dirty filthy whore, aren't you mum?  You like
being fucked by your own daughter, you just love to be fucked you dirty
bitch, don't you?"

   Clare started groaning as her orgasm approached.  As she did so Angel
pushed her whole hand into her mothers gaping pussy and started to pump
hard.  I sped up my own fucking as mom collapsed her shoulders to the
ground to give me full exposure to her pussy and arse.  I spanked her
cheeks harder as I pumped and thrust into her.  I wanted mom to come just
at the same time as Clare and kept watching them both.  Angel realised and
we worked in synch on our respective moms until both screamed and cried
into their own orgasms.  I kept on fucking mom until I was ready to come
and them pulled out of her cunt.  I quickly turned her round and grasping a
handful of hair started to cum all over her head.  Her hair was totally
covered with long sticky strands hanging down onto her face.

   "Get over there mom and clean up Paula," Angel said to her mother. 
Clare crawled over to mom and started to lick her face and head to clean up
as much of my mess as she could.  Having done so, she looked up from mom
and said, "so we've all come but you Angel.  Your turn now!"

   "Sam can fuck me again," Angel replied.

   "Oh no!" said Clare and then turned to Paula and said, "Get that
cucumber Paula."

   Mom immediately went to the picnic hamper and pulled out the cucumber
she had bought with her.  It was a good ten inches long.  She passed it to
Clare.  Angel looked worried and at the same time desperately excited.

   "Now Angel, your turn to come," she said as she pulled Angel onto her
knees and made her rest on all fours.  "Paula, you may have the honour,"
she said passing the cucumber back to mom.

   Mom took the vegetable and knelt behind Angel.  She rubbed her fingers
up and down Angel's pussy lips and then placed the end of the cucumber
against her opening.

   "Go on Paula, fuck her, give little Angel a good seeing to, that's what
she always wants."

   Mom took Clare's encouragement and plunged the cucumber into Angel's
pussy.  She then pushed more and more into angel who seemed to take nearly
the whole thing with ease.  Mom wanted more reaction so started to fuck
angel rather harshly with it.  This had the desired effect as Angel started
to scream and buck against the intrusion.  Clare immediately lay down in
front of angel and positioned her pussy so Angel could suck her, as she
herself was cucumber fucked by mom.

   It was an incredibly seen of lesbianism.  I was so excited that my cock
started to pulsate and then, for the first time ever, I spontaneously
ejaculated without even having to touch my cock.  My cum just started to
spurt into the air before me as Angel wrenched herself to orgasm.

   Mom then pulled the vegetable form Angel's pussy, sat down on the grass
and immediately inserted it into her own cunt and started to fuck herself
with the well-lubricated vegetable.  She came again, almost straight away,
finally ripping the cucumber from her snatch and throwing it onto the grass
in front of Clare, like a trophy.

   We were all utterly spent and utterly satisfied.

  
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   The Guesthouse Stories Part 15.

   On the way home from the gorge, we all talked about our outdoor session
and the incest Clare & Angel and Mum & I had been experiencing.  Angel sat
up front with me whilst Mum and Clare were in the back.  As we drove and
chatted I could see mum kissing and fondling Clare.  Then they both stopped
chatting with Angel and I and proceeded to finger fuck each other yet
again, totally lost in their own little world of lust.  Once finished,
Clare asked Mum to tell Angel all about the masturbation session she had
first had with Susan back at the house which Mum duly did, in the most
graphic detail.

   "And guess what!," said Clare to Angel, "Paula has promised to introduce
us to Susan before we leave, if you know what I mean!."

   "Christ, that sounds good!," I said.

   "Sorry Sam," Clare replied, "what I have in mind is a girls only
session. Just your Mother, me, Angel and this little nurse, Susan.  I hope
you don't mind Sam but sometimes us girls just want to have fun together. I
promise we will tell you all about it though.  How would that be?"

   "Well it seems like I've got no choice then, but I definitely will hold
you to the promise to tell all, after the event." I said.

   Mum then said there was no time like the present and if Clare and Angel
were up to it, why not get it on with Susan, that evening.  Clare and Angel
agreed to go for it but added that they wanted to have some fun, playing a
little trick on Susan.

   "What have you got in mind?" said Mum.

   "It always interests me just what people will go for and how far they
will go," said Clare.  We know Susan is prepared to get into most things
from what you have told us, so lets push her a little further.  This
evening when Susan gets in, you must introduce Clare and myself to her, but
I want you to tell Susan that Angel is still at high school.  Tell her
Angel is fifteen.  Angel, you must clean your makeup off as soon as we get
back to the house and dress to look as young as you can.  I figure you can
easily pass for fifteen."

   "But what's the point?" enquired Mum.

   Clare continued, "It will be interesting to see if Susan would have sex
with what she believes to be a young girl.  If she does, and I believe she
will, You and I Paula, will catch her in the act and punish her for doing
such a wicked thing!"

   "Clare that's so naughty of you, you really are a devious one aren't
you. What do you think Angel, shall we try your mother's little plan?"

   Angel said she was definitely up for it.  As we pulled into the front
yard my cock was fully hard at the thought of the girls plan for Susan.  I
was just so sorry I wasn't going to be allowed to take part.  I promised to
spend the evening in my room as long as Mum came to tell me all about their
little games as soon as they had finished.  As we went in doors Angel went
straight upstairs to prepare herself prior to Susan's arrival home.

   It was a long, long evening for me, watching TV in my room.  I was so
excited just thinking about what was going on that I had to watch a couple
of my favourite porn videos and wank myself at least three times, as I
recall.  At about 11.30 Mum knocked on my door and came into my room.  She
was dressed, but only just, in a short skirt and blouse.  It was clear her
underwear had been dispensed with.  She removed the skirt, sat in my chair
and started to rub her clit.  As she did so she told me of the evening's
events:
Susan had arrived home a little latter than usual.  As she entered the

kitchen Clare, Angel and Mom were all sat at the dining table chatting and
drinking coffee.

   "Hi Susan," said mom, "let me introduce you to two new guests.  This is
Clare and her daughter Angel.  They are heading south and will be staying a
couple of days." "Hi Susan," said Clare and Angel in unison.

   Susan responded with a polite greeting and asked if there was any coffee
left.

   "Sure," said mom, and invited Susan to join them for a few moments at
the table.

   Making polite conversation Clare enquired what Susan did, although she
already knew from Mom.  As Susan replied that she was a nurse attending a
training course locally, Clare was not really listening.  All she could
actually do was imagine the beautiful little Susan giving her masturbation
performance for mom a few days prior.

   "What about yourself Clare?," asked Susan.

   "Oh I'm a housewife and a lady of leisure," She replied laughing.

   "And you Angel?  I take it you're still at school," said Susan.

   "Yeah 'fraid so," replied Angel bluntly in her best teenage attitude.

   "How much longer have you got to go before college?" asked Susan.

   "Bloody ages, I'm only fifteen," snapped Angel.

   "Angel stop being so rude to Susan," said Clare, playing her part, "She
is only asking."

   "It okay," said Susan.

   "No its not!" said Clare and turning to Angel told her to go to their
room.

   Angel strutted off playing the part of spoiled brat perfectly.

   Mom, Clare and Susan continued making `small talk' until they had
finished their coffee upon which Susan excused herself and started to make
her way upstairs to her own room and another evening of boring study. 
Angel, who had been waiting at the top of the first flight of stairs, saw
Susan coming through the hall and immediately dashed into the first floor
bathroom and waited.  As she heard Susan reach the top of the flight of
stairs, Angel started out onto the hallway and deliberately bumped straight
into Susan.

   "I'm sorry," said Susan although it wasn't at all her fault.

   "No bother," responded Angel, "and oh, by the way, I'm sorry if I was
rude earlier."

   "Don't worry about it Angel, we were all your age once." Said Susan.

   Angel, continuing the conversation said, "So how old are you now Susan?"

   "I'm twenty-seven," replied Susan.  "You don't look it," said Angel
coyly, "you could easily pass for nine-teen or twenty.

   "Well thank you Angel."

   "Listen," said Angel, "I don't suppose you would have time for a chat
would you, I been travelling with Mum for two days and I'm really pissed
off with having no one younger to talk to," she lied.

   "Well I don't know, you see I got studying..."

   Angel cut Susan off, "Oh go on, just for half an hour, please," said
Angel in a `little girl lost' voice.

   "Go on then, I see you in the lounge in fifteen minutes," said Susan.

   "No, not the lounge," responded Angel abruptly, "let go up to the attic
room.  That's the room Mum and I have got.  She'll be down stairs chatting
for ages.  Go on just for half an hour she repeated."

   "Okay, I suppose so," said Susan, "lead the way."

   Angel proceeded up the second flight of stairs with Susan following. 
Angel had deliberately put on a short skirt, short enough that as she went
ahead, she knew Susan would get glimpses of her knickers.  For her part,
Susan did indeed see Angel's knickers and even noticed wisps off pubic
hair. She felt strange that the site of Angel's underwear and hints of what
lay beneath seemed to have an effect on her.  She told herself to stop
looking.  How could she enjoy looking in such a way at a fifteen-year-old
girl?  Yet as she told herself not to look, she actually dropped back one
stair in order to get a better view.

   They both entered the attic room and Angel made for the chair, knowing
that Susan would have to sit on the bed.  As she sat in the chair, Angel
made sure her knickers were still on show figuring that is Susan had fallen
for another women flashing at her once, when my mom had done it to her,
then the same trick may well work again.

   "So why are you so pissed off at travelling with your mother then?"
asked Susan, trying desperately not to stare at the `young' girl's panties.

   "Oh, it's not so much mum herself, it just I don't feel I can talk to
her about things that are going on in my life at the moment."

   "Like what?"

   "Well, like sex for starters," said Angel.

   Susan was somewhat taken aback by Angel's bluntness and could think of
nothing to say other than, "go on."

   "Well, it like this, I have a few boyfriends.  Nothing serious but we
sort of fool around, you know."

   "So what's the problem with that?," asked Susan.  "Well you see it's not
the boys.  It's the....," She hesitated, "It's the girls!"

   "The girls!, sorry you've lost me Angel," said Susan, "what do you mean
the girls."

   "Well for a few months now, I have noticed a couple of girls taking an
interest in me, if you know what I mean, and I have found myself really
turned on by it.  Is that wrong?"

   "Not at all," said Susan, "it not uncommon for girls to get a crush on
each other Angel."

   "But what if they do something about it, what if I was to have sex with
a girl I fancied?" said Angel.  As she did so she deliberately opened her
legs a little wider for Susan to get a full view of her crotch.

   "Well do you fancy these girls?" said Susan, now feeling very awkward
with the situation.

   "Sometimes I do, sometimes I see other women that I fancy," continued
Angel, staring straight at Susan and dropping her hand to the front of her
panties.  "Like right now Susan, I fancy you," she said and started to
slowly push her hand into the waistband of her panties in full and obvious
view to Susan.  "Should I do something about that Susan, should I?"

   Susan didn't know what to do.  Here she was sitting not six feet away
from a beautiful young girl that she thought to be only fifteen, watching
as that very same girl started to frig her pussy right in front of her. 
She knew she either had to leave immediately or respond to `little' Angel.

   "Angel, you shouldn't being doing that in front of me," Susan said.

   "Why, didn't you just say it was okay for girls to fancy each other?"

   "Well yes, it is, but I didn't mean me." Said Susan.

   "What's the problem Susan, is it that I'm young or that my Mother is
down stairs," asked Angel, "go on, be honest, what's really bothering you
about this?"

   Susan replied, "Well I suppose it's your Mother."

   "So you would like to have some sex with me if we wouldn't get caught,
is that what you're saying Susan?," asked Angel.

   "Well yes, but your young and, well I'm not sure...," stammered Susan.

   "Oh I think you are Susan, I think you know you want me.," said Angel as
she stood up and made her way over to the door.  She turned the key
pretending to lock the door and then turn again to Susan.  "There!" she
said, "Now there's no risk of my mother catching us." With that Angel
dropped her skirt to the floor and removed her blouse.

   "Right Susan, now lets see you take some clothes off!"

   Susan stood, totally excited by the situation.  Was she really going to
have sex with this gorgeous young girl who's mother was in the same house?
Could she really take the risk?  She answered her own questions by
unbuttoning her jeans and slipping them slowly down her legs and stepping
out of them.  Her sweat shirt followed.  Both now stood before each other
in only their underwear.  Angel was plain and simple and suggested by her
mother, whilst Susan had a small pink g-string on and a sports type bra.

   "You're really beautiful," said Angel as she walked towards Susan and
slowly knelt on the carpet before her.  Looking up for approval, Angel then
slowly and gently took hold of Susan g-string and pulled it down her
thighs. Susan almost fainted with excitement as she helped the `young'
Angel remove the g-string.

   "Now your turn," said Susan as she lifted Angel bodily onto the bed and
removed her knickers.  Both then tore of their bras as their excitement
mounted and embraced passionately.  They wrestled and rolled and hugged as
they frantically explored each other's bodies.  As they kissed then rubbed
each others pussy lips, panting and writhing together.  Susan then started
to take control.  She rolled Angel onto her back and lifted her legs into
the air holding her ankles together.  With Angels pussy lips exposed, Susan
proceeded to insert a finger, then another into the `young' girls cunt. 
She started to pump her fingers in and out as Angel bucked her hips, trying
to get Susan's fingers to penertrate deeper.  Susan then dropped her head
and licked around Angel's arsehole.

   "Oh god, yes, lick my arse Susan, lick my arse, that's so good Susan,"
screamed Angel.

   Susan lifted her head and then inserted a finger into Angel's arse.  She
continued to fuck the girl in the pussy and arse.  Angel started to pour
juice from her cunt as she started to reach orgasm.  Again she screamed
loudly as the orgasm peaked.

   "Quiet!," said Susan, "For God's sake, your mother will hear you
screaming!"

   Little did Susan know that Angel's mother and my mom had been listening
at the door for the past five minutes.  As Angel screamed out, mom gently
opened the bedroom door so that they both could see what was happening on
the bed.  Angel saw the door open over Susan's shoulder and immediately
`went into character'.

   "Stop!, Get off me!  Get off me!" she shouted and started to scramble
free from Susan.

   Susan, totally confused with Angel's reaction leaped off the bed as the
same moment as mom and Angels mother entered the room.

   "What the fuck is going on?" screamed Clare.

   "She made me mum, she made me do things mum," said Angel, "It wasn't me
mum, Susan made me take my clothes off and do things!"

   "You little bitch!" said Susan to Angel, "You started it," and then
turning to Clare and mom said "She did, Angel started it, I didn't force
her!"

   "I don't believe you, my little girl would never do such a thing and
besides at your age you should know better, how can you do that to a young
girl?" said Clare.

   Mom then stepped in, "Look everybody let just calm down.  Clare I really
don't want this to get out.  It would be very bad for the guesthouse and
I'm sure Angel wouldn't want anyone else to know about this."

   Susan, thinking mom was saving her arse quickly agreed, "Yes, I'm sorry,
It won't ever happen again, I promise, I just got carried away, I'm sorry
Angel."

   "Well that's not good enough.  I prepared to keep this quiet for Angel's
and Paula's sake but you Susan must be punished for taking advantage of my
daughter," Clare said.

   "What do you mean, punished?" asked Susan, now trying to cover her
nudity.

   Clare continued, "Angel must be allowed to see that you are punished for
making her do things with you and Paula, I want you to witness the
punishment to ensure that Susan agrees to it and can't complain
afterwards."

   "That seems fair to me Susan," said mom, "Do you agree to accept Clare's
punishment?

   "That depends what you have in mind," said Susan.

   "Well I don't really think you have much choice Susan, so you either
agree or not!" said Clare.

   Susan looked at each of the other women in turn and then reluctantly
agreed to accept whatever punishment Clare thought fit.

   "Right," said Clare, "get on the bed and knell on all fours.  First you
will be spanked as a punishment for what you did to my daughter."

   Susan shuffled over to the bed, got onto it and knelt on all fours.

   Angel, still naked, went over and stood next to mom.

   "Turn your arse to face Paula and Angel," said Clare, "I want them to
see you humiliation in full view."

   With that Susan turned her arse to face mom and Angel, and Clare
approach her and stood behind.  Clare than slapped Susan's arse with a
force that surprised both Angel and Mom.  She then proceeded to rain slaps
down onto Susan's arse hitting alternate cheeks.

   Both Mom and Angel were turned on by the scene before them.  Mom had
raised her skirt and slipped a hand inside her panties to start rubbing her
clit whilst Angel had inserted a finger into her own cunt and was massaging
her titties with her other hand.

   Susan seeing this, shouted, "I'm not here for their entertainment!"

   "On the contrary!" replied Clare stopping the spanking, "If Angel and
Paula want to enjoy your humiliation then that's fine by me!  Angel get my
overnight bag!"

   Angel stopped her masturbation and fetched her mother's bag from which
Clare pulled a large black strap-on dildo.  Angel then went back over to
mom and started to wank herself again.  In the meantime Clare strapped on
the dildo and knelt behind Susan.

   "You will now be dildo fucked as a further punishment." Said Clare as
she parted Susan's pussy lips and inserted the plastic cock into her cunt.
Once in, she started to fuck Susan fast and hard with the dildo.

   Mom and Angel had by this time turned their attentions to each other
and, whilst still standing, had started to finger fuck each other's
pussies. Mom then removed here finger and turned Angel round making her
bend to touch her toes.  Mom then put her finger back into Angel's cunt and
another finger into her arse.  Watching Clare fucking Susan for all she was
worth, Mom then proceeded to do the same to Angel.

   Susan was getting frantic as Clare fucked here deep with the dildo. 
"Let me see, let me see what Paula and Angel are doing," she begged of
Clare.  Clare responded by turning Susan round so that she could watch mom
and Angel fucking in response to her punishment by Susan.

   All four were now reaching their first orgasms with Angel and Susan
coming almost simultaneously in screams of passions.  As Clare removed the
dildo from Susan's pussy, Susan collapsed onto the bed to watch mom as she
removed her probing fingers from Angels cunt and arse and proceeded to
bring herself off, now playing to the audience of the three other women.

   Clare was the only one not yet to have come.  Angel, knowing her mother
came in massive spurts walked over to her, lay her on the floor and started
to suck on her pussy.  It was now mom and Susan's turn to watch as Clare
bucked and screamed that she was ready to come.  Both Mom and Angel knew
what was coming and told Susan to kneel between Clare's legs.  As she did
so Clare started to spurt her cum into the air.  Gushes and gushes of pussy
juice flew into the air and into Susan's face and hair as Clare bought her
hand to her cunt and rubbed the final throws of orgasm out of herself.

   All four women, spent and satisfied, then lay on the floor.

   Susan spoke up, "Is that it, am I now punished?"

   "Nearly," said Clare, "But there is one more thing.  Angel will now get
her own revenge on you.  Angel put on the dildo and arse fuck Susan!"

   "Oh come on, please not my arse," said Susan.

   Nobody listened to her pleas.  Angel eagerly strapped on the dildo and
rolled Susan onto her stomach.  She then lay down on Susan's back, inserted
the dildo into her arse and started humping.  Susan made almost no sound as
Angel used her as a fuck, whilst Mom and Clare sat, legs open, next to each
other fondling each others pussies, enjoying the show.

   Once it was all over, Susan was the first to speak.

   "How come if my fucking with Angel was so wrong you were prepared to
involve her so readily in my punishment?" she asked Clare.

   "Because, my dear Susan, you have been had!" said Clare, "Angel is no
more fifteen than I am.  This whole thing was a set-up inspired by Paula
telling us about you and she fucking together.  We all agreed it would be
fun to fuck you and the little pretence that Angel was only fifteen was to
see how far you would go.  And lets face it Susan, you went all the way. 
You were quite prepared to fuck a young girl."

   With that Clare, Angel and Mom started laughing.  Susan remained silent
for a while whilst she fully realised how much she had been taken in my
Angel's performance and then she too started laughing.

   "Well I can't say I wasn't scared to be caught with Angel, but what the
hell, it was a great fuck session!" said Susan, "I hope we can repeat it
before you go."

  
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