TITLE: Artist 13 Prequel 2 - A friend of the family Copyright (C) 2015, w1drng. ALL Rights Reserved STORY CODES: mF, mFF, cheat, incest, mg, mf SUMMARY: Danny was married to Amanda, a woman 12 years older than him. He was stepfather to Amanda's three daughters, Natalie, Donna, and Patty. After years of infidelity, Danny decides to tell Amanda how it all began. This is the continuation of a series of three prequel stories to the Artist series. ADULTSONLY: This work is total fiction. It is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story. Any resemblance to actual persons or activities depicted is purely coincidental. I neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children in sexual oriented acts with adults. Unknown to my father, I was in a full blown sexual relationship with my mother Jenny. She was pregnant with my child though my dad Dale thought it was his. I got a kick out of secretly fucking my mother while my dad was home. It was risky but that made it even more enjoyable. Over time, as my mom got bigger and bigger, it became increasingly more difficult for us to fuck comfortably outside of a bed. Also she didn't seem to have the same energy anymore either. We had to restrict it to only when my dad was away and my mom could just relax in bed. At this rate I knew that in the last trimester of her pregnancy we would be resigned to just snuggling together. My mom knew it too. That's why she did something about it before that time came. "Come on, I haven't seen you in a while. We have lots to catch up on and it will give you a chance to get away from your everyday chores." I was eaves dropping on my mother's phone conversation. "That's right, Friday night. Just tell your husband you are having a girls night out. Yes, 7:00 PM will be fine. See you then." I didn't let her know I overheard anything, just waited until Friday. My dad had just left on another one of his trips. He had been doing this the past year or so, taking trips that kept him away from the house anywhere from a couple days to over a week at a time. Though he said it was for work, and it could have been, Mom and I both knew it just gave him an opportunity to cheat on her. So she was cheating on him with me. He said this trip was a short one and would be back on Monday. I didn't care that he was sleeping around with other women on these trips. I was sleeping with his bride. Early Friday evening I tried to make my mother comfortable, feeding from her breasts after she took care of my baby brother Samuel and had him in bed. But she seemed a bit distracted. When 7:00 PM arrived there was a knock on the door. My mother answered it, letting in a nice looking woman in her early 40's. She was very tall, close to 6 feet, a good half foot taller than me anyway. "Emily, I'd like to introduce you to my son Danny. Danny, this is Emily." We shook hands. "Pleased to meet you Danny," Emily said. "I've heard only good things about you from your mother." "Thanks, but all mother's probably say good things about their kids," I replied. Emily had brown hair to her shoulders, was full breasted, a pleasant smile, and as I said before, very tall. Her skin was a bit pale, what I could see of it. She had on a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved loose fitting blouse." "Well let's see this house of yours," Emily said. With me in tow, my mother gave her the tour. She even took her into my bedroom. The final stop though was her bedroom. Emily sat on the bed next to my mom. "You've got a nice house," Emily said. "It looks like you got some use out of this old bed." My mom laughed. "Let's go see if we can round up some snacks," my mom said as she headed for the kitchen. She put out some cheeses, crackers, and wine, soda for me though. I thought I would pull a fast one on my mom. "The wine must be for Emily and me because you certainly can't have any Mom, being pregnant and all." "I'm just having water, Mr smart ass," she said to me as she poured Emily some wine, "and you're having the soda." There was the expected chit chat about what each had been doing the past few months. I pretty much spaced out during my mother's recount of recent events as I knew about them already. But when Emily spoke I perked up, even when it was in response to something my mom said. "So the condom broke?" Emily said. My mother shook her head yes. "I use other birth control. My womb is super fertile. If it sniffs a drop of cum I get pregnant. That's why the extra protection. My husband does not want anymore kids." She then remembered I was here and changed the subject. I learned that Emily had an 8-month-old son Steven whom she breast fed. Like my mom, Emily produced way too much milk and usually dumped half what she pumped. She also had a 9-year-old daughter named Sylvia who she said was always hyper and loved everyone. Her mother had her enrolled in some local gymnastics club to help burn off her energy. Her oldest child though was Shannon, a 15-year-old girl that went to my high-school and apparently was always getting into trouble. Emily was hopeful that Shannon and I could become friends and I would be some kind of good influence on her. My mom stretched her shoulders back and I instinctively stood up, walked behind her and began to give her a massage. "I've got it," she exclaimed. "Let's play the massage game. It doesn't really have a proper name. Danny and I just made it up and it's fun." "OK Jenny, tell me how to play," Emily said as she sipped her wine. "We can use anything, cards, dice, even a coin. Let's use cards." My mom grabbed a deck on the desk we had beside the kitchen counter. She shuffled the cards and then said, "Danny cut the deck and show your card." I did and turned over a Five. "Emily, now you cut and show your card," my mom instructed. Emily turned over a Jack. When my mom cut she got a Queen. "OK, I win, but more importantly Danny, you didn't win. Normally the game is simple because it is just Danny against me. Tonight we're going to make it Danny against the girls. The loser has to give the winner a massage, just a short one, any part of the body. I won so I get to pick what gets massaged, but we both get the massage and Danny has to give it." I gave each lady a nice 5 minute shoulder massage. "That was nice," Emily said. "I like this game so far. So what happens if Danny wins?" "Then both of you have to massage me," I interrupted with a smile on my face. The next round of cards ended up with me as the winner. "I want a good hand massage, each lady on a hand at the same time." Each one took a hand and gave me a really nice massage. I actually think Emily may have known more of what she was doing as hers felt a little better than my mom's massage. On the next round Emily finally won and was excited. "I want a foot massage and no rinky dinky one either. But in all fairness give your mother her massage first." She paused a moment and then giggling added, "I want you to save the best for last." I had both ladies sit on the couch as I first massaged my mother's feet and then Emily's. Emily was on her second glass of wine and nearly finished it during her foot massage. I gave Emily extra care to work all over her feet, between her toes, underneath, on top, everywhere. I felt like I wanted or needed to impress her, just not sure why. "Oh I love this game," Emily blurted out. When she won the next round too she said it again. She had me massage their arms. Emily had to roll up her sleeves but with her blouse being so loose it was easy. I won next and told them I wanted a back rub. I pulled off my t-shirt, laid on the couch and had each of them kneel on the floor next to me, massaging my back. My mom got my upper back near my shoulders and Emily took my lower back near my butt. What was extra nice was that Emily worked not only my lower back but my butt cheeks too and even a bit of my upper thighs. I felt a bit of a tingle down in my groin area as I imagined Emily's hand going between my legs and massaging my balls. My mom won a round again and wanted a leg massage. "You'll have to remove those jeans Emily," my mom told her. Emily hesitated a moment, took a large gulp from her third glass of wine, and then pulled them off. The wine must have had an effect on her inhibitions. Her blouse dropped well below her waist so nothing was showing though. She really didn't have anything to worry about. As before I had them sitting on the couch next to each other as I slowly massaged their legs, one at a time, from their ankle all the way up to their upper thighs. But this time I did one of Emily's legs, then one of my mom's before going back to finish the other leg of each. I decided to take my time and went very slowly. "Danny, don't listen," my mom said. "This is girl talk." They then both leaned back against the couch and began whispering. The funny part was, I could make out most of what they were saying. "I could have loaned you a pump...No way. He didn't. You're joking," Emily burst out, then back to muffling. "I was in agony..." I heard my mom say then some muffled whispering. "I would never have made it through the weekend." A moment later Emily clearly said, "Not on your life...you are out of your fucking mind..." "He wouldn't say anything to anyone, I swear..." Mom said. Some more whispering then Emily took a big drink of her wine. "OK, but you have to do it first, then I will." "Promise," my mom said. "OK, I promise," Emily replied. They seemed a bit more excited now for some reason, like they couldn't wait to win. Unfortunately for them I won this next round. "That leg massage looked so good, I want one too." I had to remove my jeans just like Emily had to, leaving me in just my boxer underpants. "This couch isn't going to work as I want each lady on a side working on a leg." "How about my bed?" my mom suggested. We all agreed and headed to her bedroom. I laid down in the middle of the bed and each lady on a side. They each worked on a leg but as they got nearer to my mid section I suddenly got a hard-on. It was painfully obvious. I covered my groin with my hands. "I'm so embarrassed." Emily laughed, "It isn't anything I haven't seen before." That didn't help. It didn't go down during the rest of my leg massage. "Let's do another one," my mom announced. "Hmmm, OK Danny, call it, Heads or Tails." She had picked up a coin instead of going to the kitchen for the cards. "Heads," I said as I watched my mom catch the coin in the palm of her hand. "Sorry honey, you lose," she said with a bit too much excitement I thought. She then walked over to the wall and flicked off the lights. "Danny, I told Emily how you helped me out that time when the breast pump broke." "No Mom," I yelled. "That was supposed to be our secret, forever." "Well, it is, just between the three of us," she tried to explain. "Emily will never tell, not after tonight. There is one more massage I need you to do for us now. And it needs to stay between the three of us, forever. OK?" I agreed, guessing what she wanted me to do. "You are going to do the last massage of the night by sucking the milk from our breasts until it is all gone. You'll be doing me first." My mom laid down on the bed near the edge and I knelt on the floor next to her. Emily watched from the other side of the bed. My mom pulled down her dress, undid and removed her bra, exposing her breasts to me. Now I knew that a few hours earlier I had already drained my mom's breasts of their milk but I hoped my mom had not told Emily about it. My guess was that she only told Emily about that first time when the pump broke and my mom was in desperate need of help. I sucked on my mom's right breast while Emily stared at us . "My God Jenny, you're really doing it. I mean your son is really sucking your tit." It took less than 5 minutes to finish my mom's right breast. I couldn't easily reach her other breast while kneeling on the floor so I got up on the bed between the two of them to finish off my mom's left breast. In 5 minutes I was done, my mom's breasts fully depleted of their milk. I rolled over facing Emily. "I really have to do this then?" she asked. My mom said yes. Emily had brought in her wine with her which she finished off. She undid her blouse and removed it. She then undid her bra and dropped them both on the floor, lying back down on the bed. Emily had a light complexion. Her breasts were probably D size, her nipple area colorless, the nipple itself a little pink. I think that's what I saw anyway as the only light I had was a night light across the room and light filtering in from the street. I leaned in and gently took her right breast in my hand. Opening my mouth I touched her nipple with my tongue, flicking it a little. I then put my mouth down and slowly began sucking. After only a few sucks Emily's milk began to flow, slowly at first, but gradually faster with each suck. Emily moaned a little and moved her right leg towards me such that I had to lift my own right leg up over hers. Her milk flowed faster. She moaned louder, her body starting to move a bit. I let go of her breast to catch my breath. When I did Emily took her right hand and began to push me between her legs. "Do the other one a bit now," asking me to change breasts. It didn't take that breast long to be flowing as freely as the prior one. She was gently rocking her hips up and down rubbing her pussy against my stomach. I moved my body up a bit so that my hardened shaft was now rubbing against her pussy, though we both had our underpants on. I began gently rocking my own hips into her simulating sex between us. To my surprise she didn't stop me. In fact she began to rock her hips in rhythm with mine. Gradually my underpants worked their way down such that my penis was exposed, rubbing directly across Emily's panties. With each stroke upward my underpants were pushed farther down until my full erection was free and rubbing on her. The feeling was pretty good but I realized I wanted more with her, the massage game we had been playing now forgotten. I released her left breast and sucked on her right a few times to get that milk flowing again. Once I had a good stream I went back to her left breast that I had been sucking just moments before and sucked some more. The flow was still strong so I shifted back to her right, sucked, then her left, sucked. Back and forth I went, until it must have felt like a steady flow of milk from both her breasts at the same time. "Oh holy Mary, mother of God," she said. "This is incredible." I couldn't speak being busy sucking and swallowing. "Oh Christ," she said. "Oh forgive me for swearing but if you keep this up I'm going to cum." Well that just made me work harder. I began thrusting upwards with my shaft as if I was inside of her, sucking back and forth on both breasts. "Oh shit, oh I'm sorry for swear...oh fuck fuck fuck. Danny, you're going to make me cum, you better... Oh oh oh my fucking God, I'm cumming Danny, oh shit, I'm cumming." Her orgasm must have been massive. She now had her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me. I reached down with my left hand and pulled her red cotton panties to one side and shoved my cock up into her opening. Her pussy was like a sheath of fire around my cock. When I pushed in I had moved my whole body upwards. My head was now by her face. It just felt natural to kiss her. She screamed in my mouth as I fucked her deep and hard, not fast, just solid thrusts, one after another. Once I was convinced she wouldn't be stopping me for violating her like this, I went back to sucking on her breasts while I continued to fuck her. I sucked good and hard until her flow finally stopped, repeating the same thing on her other breast. I actually did it. I drained her of all of her milk. She thought I couldn't but I did it. After I had both breasts dry I accelerated my pace, fucking her faster and faster until I wasn't sure if I could hold out until she came again. But a minute later she cried out with her second orgasm. That's when I released a flood of cum deep inside of her. I was exhausted and collapsed on top of her, my head resting on her spent breasts. After we each caught our breath I stated proudly, "Guess you don't have any fluids left, pointing to her breasts." "Guess you don't either," she said with a grin, pointing to my now semi-limp dick. I don't recall much else that evening. Emily left and my mom wanted to know what I thought of her. "Emily is incredible," I said. "I mean she isn't as good as you but she is still pretty nice. Of course she is the only person I've been with besides you Mom." "Well she is part of our inner circle now so if you want to be with her again, it's OK with me," my mom said. "Just don't get caught." The next morning was Saturday. My mom took a phone call from Emily wanting to know if I would like to babysit her two youngest kids that evening while she and her husband went out. I quickly agreed. I wanted the opportunity to at lease see Emily again, maybe get a hint of what she thought of me, of what we did. My mom then told me Emily thought it might be nice for me to spend the afternoon with the kids to get to know them. Sylvia had a gymnastics class later in the afternoon. Then she would order pizza for me and Sylvia. Emily and her husband Robert would be out late. She would give me a ride home after they got back. She paid 5 dollars an hour. It all sounded fine with me. By 11 AM she was picking me up. No one else was in the car. "I left Steven with Sylvia so we could talk." Emily drove to a church, pulled around back and parked the car. "What do you want to talk about?" I asked. "About last night," she replied. "No one can know what we did, OK?" "I would never tell anyone," I promised, and it was the truth. She had her arm on the seat, her fingers playing with my hair. "I have to admit, that was pretty awesome." "I really enjoyed it too," I admitted. "I was scared you might be mad at me for what I did. I mean I got carried away. You were so, well wonderful, that's all." "Why thank you Danny. You are so nice. I just wished that I could have returned the favor," she continued. "You made me cum twice. I've never cum twice. I rarely cum at all with my husband and certainly never twice. Here you are, our first time together and you give me two orgasms. Plus you drained both my breasts of all of their milk. That has never happened, ever. It felt fantastic you know. You are a very special young man." "Thank you." I didn't know what to say. She had moved over as far as she could in the driver's seat. There was a console between us. She reached over with her left hand and pulled my head towards her, kissing me on the lips. It was so erotic, this 40-something year old woman was kissing me like I was her boyfriend, her lover. Then I felt her hand on my groin, her fingers rubbing my shaft, getting me hard. Emily undid my pants, released my now hard dick, leaned down and slipped it into her mouth. Up and down my shaft she went, my member sliding in and out of her mouth. It felt so good there was no way I would or even could ever stop her. Then suddenly I erupted, my cum quickly filling her mouth. She swallowed and sucked hard, trying to get out all the cum she could. When it was obvious I was done she zipped me back up, kissed me on the mouth again and said, "Now fill that thing back up for me because I'm going to want some more of it." She then drove us to her house. "Sylvia, we're home," Emily shouted as we walked into the house. "I'm changing Steven," came a little girl's voice. I followed Emily back to a room obviously made up for an infant. There stood a young girl just finishing up changing the baby. Emily introduced us. "Sylvia, this is Danny. Danny, my Sylvia." We shook hands like adults. Sylvia was a thin girl, 9 year's old, tall for her age at just under 4 and a half feet. But I bet she was way under 60 pounds emphasizing her thinness. "You two go play," Emily instructed, "Steven needs his snack." Then before we could even leave Emily had her breast out and was bringing Steven's head to her nipple. I visualized taking that breast into my own mouth, drinking down the milk myself. "Hey, earth to Danny," Sylvia said, "Do you have a tit fetish or something? Quit staring and let's go." Sylvia was a character. She was into everything. They had a big backyard with lots of trees. I saw a treehouse but Sylvia wouldn't let me go near it. We played tag, hide and seek, just explored, spent several hours just getting dirty. Around 5 PM Emily had Sylvia take a shower in the hall bathroom. At the same time she took me into the bathroom off the master bedroom. "You can shower in here. Your mother gave me a change of clothes just in case." What was weird was that she undressed me. "You're a handsome young man. We're going to have a lot of fun together." Turning me around she gave me a spank on the butt and pushed me towards the shower. She then left. I went ahead and finished up showering and getting dressed, then met up with everyone in the living room. "Danny, this is my husband Robert," Emily said. "And this is Shannon, my oldest." I greeted both of them. "OK Mom, I'm out of here. See you tomorrow," Shannon said as she left. Emily said she was spending the night over at a friends house. That's why they needed me tonight. Soon after Emily and Robert were gone and it was just Steven, Sylvia and myself. We played with Steven for a while before Sylvia had to show me how you change a diaper. "If you want to watch me feed Steven, go get me his milk from the fridge," Sylvia requested. When I returned with the bottle of milk Sylvia had Steven in her arms. "Watch this," she said as she lifted up her shirt exposing her tiny breast. She let Steven suck on her breast. "You're a tit man, what do you think of this?" "God Sylvia, is anything coming out?" I asked, intrigued by what she was doing. There wasn't for a long time but recently I've been producing a little bit of milk. I don't know how. Everything I've read on the internet says it can't happen but it is. It feels really good when he sucks it out too. Maybe you'd like to try it." "I'm not letting him suck my breast," I objected. "Not that silly," she laughed. "I mean suck my breast. Maybe you might like to suck mine. I'd like to see what it felt like to have a grown person do it and see if it feels the same or better. You could probably suck harder than Steven." "Maybe later," I replied. We then fed him from the breast milk I got from the fridge. I'm sure it was Emily's that she got using the pump. Finally we put Steven to bed. Emily said he would sleep at least until her parents got home. Sylvia and I did a lot of talking, deciding I guess as to whether or not we liked each other as friends. By 9 PM we were laughing and kidding each other. She was very ticklish so I tormented her. She loved it. I never did get around to sucking on her breasts. Before long Emily and Robert had returned. The time had just flown by. Robert paid me and was going to take me home. "Oh I'll take him home honey," she said to her husband. "You go take a shower and be ready for when I return." I think he read that as an invitation to sex so he quickly agreed. Before we left Sylvia whispered that she still wanted me to try her milk next time. I just nodded OK. Emily drove me most of the way home before pulling back behind that same church. "How did you like Sylvia?" she asked me. "Sylvia's a lot of fun," I quickly replied. "We got along great." "That's good because I would like you to babysit my baby girl every day during the week," Emily told me. "I'll pick you up around noon and get you to the house before 12:30 PM when she gets home. She's going to summer school. You'll watch her for a couple of hours and then I'll get home in time to get her to her gymnastics class. If you like you can stay for that or I can take you home at that time. How's that sound?" "Sure, sounds great," I told her. "I'm kind of hoping you will stay for gymnastics and come back to the house to play with her. It will give me the chance to run to the grocery store if I need to or do whatever. I'll pay you for all of your time of course." "Yes, it sounds great," I repeated. "I've got nothing better to do." "By staying late I can leave Steven with someone so that we can be alone when I take you home," Emily explained, "like now." She then leaned over and kissed me again. I didn't stop her. In fact I was kind of hoping she was going to do that. "Get in the back seat," she instructed as she got out of the driver's side and came around. She climbed into the back seat with me. We were soon in an embrace kissing passionately like two lovers. A few minutes later I was sitting in the seat with Emily in my lap facing away from me, my hard shaft up her cunt. She was bouncing up and down on me, moaning about how wonderful I felt. Well she did too. Several more minutes of this and she suddenly froze. The only thing moving was the squeezing she was doing with her pussy wrapped around my rod. It just drew the cum out of me as I climaxed into her. How could I be this lucky. I couldn't wait until Monday when we could do it again. When I got home my mom asked, "Did you have a good day dear?" "Oh yes, it was wonderful," I said with excitement. "Emily wants me to babysit Monday through Friday. I said yes. I hope that's OK." My mom said it was fine. Every day during the week Emily would pick me up, take me to her house and then leave with Steven, maybe to take him to a day care. I would just watch TV until Sylvia got home a short while later. We messed around a lot, mostly outside, until her mom got home with Steven to take us to the gymnastics class. I sat in the stands with Emily and Steven watching Sylvia practice. She wasn't half bad either. We would then go back to Emily's house where Sylvia would take a shower. Afterwards Sylvia and I would play outside for an hour until Shannon or Robert got home to care for Steven while Emily took me home. Sometimes she just brought Steven with us if neither Shannon or Robert got home in time. This was Emily's time to be with me. She called it our time. Each day she pulled behind some church or office building or wherever there was no one around. I wondered if she scouted out the places ahead of time. Once parked we would do whatever she wanted. Sometimes she sucked me off. Sometimes I ate her out. I almost always drank some of her milk. Half the time we were in the back seat fucking. One time when we had Steven with us I was fucking Emily from behind while Steven giggled at us. I wondered if he would ever remember what he saw, some young teenager fucking his mother. During this time I got to know Sylvia pretty good. We became really good friends. She liked to tell me all the family secrets. Her sister Shannon spent some time recently in juvenile hall and also had two abortions, one when she was 12 and another at 14. Shannon would never tell who the fathers were but Sylvia figured out the recent one. She thinks it was their uncle Terry. She went into all the reasons why and it sounds like it really could have been. Uncle Terry is Emily's younger brother. I was surprised to hear that her mom caught her dad in bed with the babysitter. They almost split up but she kept him around. They didn't have much of a sex life after that. A big surprise was that Steven was her half brother and her dad still doesn't know. Apparently it was an accident pregnancy from a drunken one-night-stand that Emily had. The father was long gone but Emily wanted the baby. She convinced Robert that it was his. It was amazing what Sylvia knew about her family that they didn't know about each other. Sylvia said that her mom has to be extra careful with birth control because she can get pregnant really easily. She said her mom told her that she was changing birth control methods when she had that one-night-stand and she didn't have things set up right with the new method. So she ended up pregnant. "She told me that when I get married I will probably be just like she is, really easy to get pregnant," Sylvia said. Sylvia continued her story. "My mom has had two abortions. My dad wanted a boy but he struck out with Shannon. He didn't want any girls around so he held off a few years before trying again and got me. a couple years later they tried again for a boy but failed. My dad convinced my mom to abort it. Not six months later he wanted to try again for a boy. Again failure and again an abortion. My mom said no more abortions. I think that's when my dad started cheating on my mom." "It just seems so wrong," Sylvia mused. "Here we have my mom, so fertile she could have a hundred babies and want more. Yet she married a man that has made the whole thing so terrible for her." Sylvia let me suck on her breasts and sure enough she actually did produce milk. There wasn't very much an it wasn't as thick and creamy as her mother's by any means but it still was milk. It was sort of a turn on but I didn't want to start anything with a girl so young so I didn't let her know I liked it. I just sucked it whenever she asked, which Sylvia made into a daily exercise, one I looked forward to. Two weeks went by, Monday through Friday, the same thing. Emily and I would have our sex session in the van on the way home. I wanted something more. On a Friday of the third week we had just gotten back from gymnastics. Sylvia started her shower. Emily was in her bedroom by the bed when I walked up to her. She was taller than me so I pulled her head down into a passionate kiss. "Hmmm, my little man can't wait for our trip home today," she said with a hint of anticipation herself. Then turning her around facing the bed I slowly pressed her down towards the bed bending her at the waist. "We can't do this here. Someone might see," she objected. I'm tired of the car," I replied. Sylvia's in the shower. Steven has already seen us fuck. I want you now. She protested some more but didn't stop me from undoing and dropping her pants and panties. I guided my erection to her pussy opening and pushed in from behind. This fuck was for me. I held on to her hips and rammed my shaft into her again and again until I climaxed. Holding myself deep in her cunt I filled her with my cum. She didn't climax but she was ready to. Stepping back I pulled up my pants and walked out. Sylvia's shower was still going so I just waited for her in her bedroom. When Emily took me home that day we didn't stop along the way. "The next time we fuck it's going to be in a bed, preferably yours," I told her. She just said OK. Things took a sudden turn on the following Monday. Just before going to gymnastics Shannon came home early. I didn't really know what she did during the day. Maybe she had a job. "Let's go," Emily announced about going to gymnastics. "Danny is staying here with me," Shannon stated. Now I didn't really know Shannon all that much. We talked a little over the past couple of weeks, mostly superficial stuff. "No, he's going with us to gymnastics like he always does," Sylvia argued. "Not today," Shannon said defiantly. "Today he's staying with me." "Mom," Sylvia complained. "Danny, it's up to you," Emily said giving me the power to decide. "I don't mind staying this one time," I said, wondering what Shannon had in mind. Sylvia ran to her room for a minute and then came back out. They then left. Now it was just Shannon and me. "Come with me," she said, taking my hand and leading me into the backyard. She took me to the treehouse. "Sylvia won't let me near this thing," I told her. "Today you will become a certified member of my treehouse club," she stated. "My uncle Terry made this for me. Do you like it?" "It looks great, what little I can see from down here," I told her. "Follow me," she said as she began climbing up the ladder nailed to the trunk. I was right behind her. I followed Shannon through an opening in the floor. It led into a rectangular room about 7 feet long and five feet wide. The roof was about 6 feet high so I could stand up. There were three windows, all with curtains that were currently closed. There was a thin mattress on the floor, twin size. A folding style chair was to one side near a window and a small table next to it. Shannon was already on the mattress when I came through the opening. She patted her hand on the mattress indicating for me to come over by her. I did. With both of us on our knees she kissed me on the mouth. It was no little peck. We began making out. She pulled me down to the mattress so that we were stretched out, still kissing. After several minutes of this she began to undo my jeans. "Shannon?" I said with a questioning tone. "Shhhhh," was all she said to quiet me. She removed my shoes and socks, my jeans and underpants and then my t-shirt. I then watched as she undressed completely. Shannon was shaved clean, not a hair on her pussy. Her tits were small B-cups but firm looking. She was a pretty girl but had quite a number of piercings, including her belly button. I was on my back when Shannon giggled as she watched my member go from limp to erect once she had undressed. "I guess he likes me," she said. Then without any further delay she straddle my waist and guided my shaft into her warm pussy. She did all the work. She rocked her hips forward and back over and over until she climaxed. Her orgasm was short lived so she quickly continued her movements. I tried to play with her tits but she kept slapping my hands away. "We aren't lovers Danny," she stated. "I just needed to fuck someone." So I just held onto her hips as she rode me. Every once in a while I would thrust upward but mostly let her do the work. For some reason I wasn't cumming. Maybe it was her demeanor that turned me off. When she had her second orgasm I decided to take control. I flipped her over onto her back so I was inside her missionary style. I pulled her legs up so that her knees were near her head, allowing me to go deeper into her pussy. Then I began pounding her hard and fast. Over and over I thrust into her, listening to her grunt with each thrust. I kept this up for several minutes, longer than I thought possible. But she finally rewarded my efforts with another orgasm. I pushed in one last time and exploded myself. I shot several long streams of cum into her before I began moving again allowing my after shock spurts to finish up. When I was done with her I rolled off of the mattress onto the wooden floor. "My god that was intense," she said. "I just might need to fuck you again sometime. Keep that in mind. But if you tell anyone, especially anyone at school I'll deny it and then cut off your dick." "I would never tell. I just can't get caught," I told her. "My mother would kill me." "So would mine," she confessed. "I've had some bad experiences with sex. This wasn't one of them though. You're a lot of fun." We left the treehouse and on the way back into the house Shannon warned me, "Don't say anything to Sylvia about us being in the treehouse. She thinks it is hers now and would be upset if she knew I used it again. Oh and welcome to my exclusive treehouse club. Membership by invitation only." I laughed, then asked, "What do you mean about Sylvia mad at you for using it?" "Well I sort of got caught fucking my uncle up there once," she continued. "I mean I got caught once, not that I fucked him just once. Hell we fucked a lot and not just in the treehouse. It was just that when we finally got caught it was in the treehouse. It was my mom that caught us fortunately or my uncle would be in jail. My mom told him to never come over here again. Sylvia found out but my mom made her swear never to tell, telling her that sex between two people was personal and shouldn't be shared outside of the family. The worst part of it was that he had gotten me pregnant six months before that and I ended up having an abortion. It wasn't my first. Anyway the abortion didn't stop us from fucking. I just like doing it." Shannon was certainly in a sharing mood. "Funny thing too is that my dad had been banging the babysitter for months. Sylvia knew about it the whole time but never said anything for fear of getting in trouble herself. It wasn't until my mom came home early and found them together in her bed. The babysitter was only 16. I've talked with Sylvia about it all. She used to secretly watch them fuck. I think she is messed up in the head." "You said the abortion with your uncle's baby wasn't your first," I questioned her. "Yeah, umm, oh what the hell, I'll tell you," she mumbled, unsure if she should talk about it. "You and I just fucked so we should be able to share a bit more than normal people. Before my dad was fucking the babysitter, guess who he was fucking?" My jaw dropped. "Yep, little old me. He had been doing it off and on for years. But he normally would use a condom. It only took one time without one and I got pregnant. I never told anyone, not until you now, who the father was. It feels good getting that off my chest. Don't you dare tell anyone or I'll cut off that prick of yours. Anyway I had the abortion and my mom put me on birth control pills. Been on them ever since. I just screwed up one week with my uncle and didn't get them ordered. One week without the pills and bam I'm pregnant. My mom said that high fertility runs in the family. I believe it. The only reason my dad didn't get me pregnant sooner was that he normally wore a condom, well at least after I start having my periods. The couple years before that it didn't matter." That day when Emily drove me home I told her to stop somewhere because I wanted to taste her pussy. I was afraid that after our talk the prior week she might not want to stop anymore. I wanted her to know I still wanted sex with her. I ate her out until she climaxed. "Not that I'm complaining, but I thought we weren't having sex until we could have it in bed together?" she asked. "Yeah, well I was getting in a rut. I just needed a little space," I tried to explain. "Surprise me. Let me decide once in a while. Let's not just do the same thing over and over." The next day when Sylvia got home she seemed to be on edge a little bit. She took me out to the treehouse. I looked up and visualize fucking her sister there the day before. "See that up there? My uncle made that for us. Only special people get to go up there. You have to say the oath before you can go in." "The oath?," I questioned. "What's the oath?" "Follow me," she said, leading me to the ladder attached to the trunk. "Now repeat after me." I repeated a long speech that went something like this. "You are the queen of the treehouse, Queen Sylvia. I will always obey you and always tell you the truth whenever we are in the treehouse. To not obey or tell the truth means punishment and to refuse punishment is banishment. Nothing I hear, see, say, smell, touch, know, etc. etc. can ever be shared in or out of the treehouse with anyone else. Whatever happens in the treehouse, stays in the treehouse." I agreed, so I was allowed to go up in it. It looked really cool from the outside as I had been secretly admiring it for weeks. When we got up into it, everything was as it was the day before but I acted surprised. We sat down together on the mattress. Sylvia turned to me and asked me directly, "Danny, do you have a girlfriend?" "No, not right now," I told her. "Have you ever had sex before?" she asked. I stammered a bit. "OK, that's a yes. Now, are you my sister's boyfriend?" "No, I said I don't have a girlfriend," I told her. "Did you have sex with my sister Shannon yesterday?" she asked point blank. "Of course not," I quickly lied. She just as quickly slapped me in the face. "What was that for?" "For lying to me just now," she answered. "Now your punishment. Lay down. You have to make out with me for 5 minutes." She then laid down on the mattress and I laid down with her. We kissed for about 5 minutes. I loved this kind of punishment. She wasn't half bad at it either. When we were done she asked me again, "Did you fuck Shannon?" "Yes," I said hoping she wouldn't slap me again. "Good, we're making progress," she stated. "The funny part is that she always brought her boyfriends up here before. But I believe you that you aren't her boyfriend." "How did you know that we had sex," I asked her. She pointed up at the corner of the room at the ceiling. I hadn't noticed before but there was a small camera. "One of her former boyfriends put it in for me. He hooked up a WiFi camera with a receiver in my bedroom, the closest room to the treehouse. He set it up so that it would record for me on my computer everything it sees and hears. I watched you guys fuck after I got home yesterday." "Are there any of those cameras in the house?" I asked. She laughed and said no. "You're the only person I've ever told about it." She continued her interrogation. "Are you my mom's boyfriend?" "I'm no one's boyfriend," I flatly stated. "Did you fuck my mom?" she asked. Without thinking I said, "Absolutely not." She immediately slapped me on the face again, harder than last time. "You're lying and for your punishment take off your clothes." "Sylvia, you can't be serious," I complained. "You just lied to me," she explained. "Why do you think that?" I asked. "Because I saw you fuck her last Friday in her bedroom," she explained. "You thought I was in the shower but I stepped out to get a new bar of soap and heard something. When I went to investigate there you were fucking my mom from behind. So now you have to be punished. Take off your clothes or be banished from the treehouse." I took off my clothes and laid back down on the mattress. Sylvia looked at me a little bit and then began removing her own clothes. "Oh no, Sylvia we can't," I began telling her, "we can't have sex. You're too young and I'm not going to take your virginity." "Well mister know-it-all," she said, "first of all I didn't say we were having sex. But if I wanted I could. A year ago I got out one of my mom's vibrators and broke my hymen. I bled a lot and my mom took me to the doctor but it was OK. Then when she didn't know I would sneak it out and slowly over time I got it so that I could put it way up inside of me. So if I wanted to I could have sex with you. But I never said I wanted to." "In any case you are still too little," I rebutted. "A real penis is way bigger than one of those little vibrators." She was totally naked now. "Look you, I'm your queen and you will obey me," she reminded me as she straddled me. Having her bald pussy that close to me got me hard quick. "See your dick knows who his queen is. It is standing at attention for her majesty." She grabbed my shaft and rubbed it across her pussy lips. "Please don't do this my queen, it will hurt you," I pleaded. Now I knew this was all a game but I wasn't so sure how far she would actually go. I really thought she was teasing me and would not try to actually fuck me. "OK, I admit it. You caught me. I fucked your mom. Now you can get off of me." She continued rubbing the head of my shaft against her pussy, letting just a little bit of it enter her, then pull it out, back in, back out. "How many times have you fucked her, my mom I mean?" she asked, "and don't try lying." I kept watching my penis slip dangerously close to actually entering her. "How many?" she repeated, "More than once?" "Uh, yes, more than once," I blurted out. She pulled up a bit so I wasn't so close. You might think that I would want to fuck her but my God she was only 9. I'm into older women, not younger. I'm not a pervert. "More than 5?" she asked. I hesitated and she lowered her body down onto my shaft, the head disappearing inside of her. "Yes, yes more than 5," I shouted. She didn't pull me back out but just asked, "More than 10 times?" "No," I said. It couldn't possibly be that many could it? She lowered her body more and I saw about a third of my shaft get swallowed up by her pussy. Oh God it was tight. "Yes, more than ten times." "Are you my mom's boyfriend?" she asked again, the question she asked a while back. "No, I'm not," I said, but she didn't believe me. She leaned forward and slapped me on the face, harder than either time before. That movement caused her to drop herself totally on to me. My shaft was now completely inside of her. "Liar," she said as she began fucking me, in the same position as her sister had done the day before. "Liar," she said again. She was now fucking me for real, rocking her hips forward and back, up and down, my shaft sliding in and out of her. "I know my mom. I know what she has done with others. I know how she takes advantage of others. I know how she fucked Shannon's boyfriends, one after another and Shannon never knew. Shannon thought they liked being around her when in fact they just wanted a chance to be fucked again by my mom. And my mom rarely disappointed them." "But you have lasted longer than any of them. I like you," she smiled. "And I want you to be my boyfriend." And as she said that last word I climaxed. I jerked upright, pulled her to my chest, and held her down on my shaft as I filled this little girl with my cum. After I got out 3 or 4 large spurts I felt it, her pussy walls spasming around my cock. She was having an orgasm, my 9-year-old lover's cunt was gripping my cock like no other pussy had." When it was all over she said, "I've never felt anything like that before." "Nevertheless, you seem to know a lot about fucking, hell a lot about everything," I told her, "especially your family." For the next two weeks Sylvia and I would fuck up in her treehouse every week day when I was babysitting her. She must have been studying this on the internet because she wanted to try a new position each day. My one great asset was my recovery time which allowed us to fuck more than once before her mother Emily got home. On my daily drive home with Emily I felt guilty about having just fucked her 9-year-old daughter so I did my best at fucking Emily. I tried to focus on Emily, focus on the one person I was with as if they were the only person in the world. Some days I succeeded better than others. She never complained. But it helped me learn to channel my energies into one act, one person, without being diverted. I learned that when making love the most important person in the world was the one I was fucking right then. No one else mattered. I gave my all to that one person and I was rarely disappointed. Summer school was finally out. Robert, Emily's husband, thought that Emily should be staying home more and taking care of their kids instead of it being done by a babysitter. So he told me I wasn't needed any more. I was only able to get with Emily 3 more times over the last few months of my mom's pregnancy. One of those times was actually in her bed like I had requested. It was incredible. Everyone else was gone for the weekend. It was just Emily and me. I finally got to spend the whole night with her. She gave me some sort of blue pill and we literally fucked off and on all night long. It was as if I never went soft. I never did get with either of Emily's girls before the big day, the birth of my daughter. We named her Valentine. My dad didn't even make it to the birth but I was there. So was Emily and Sylvia. They didn't know I was the father. A month after the birth of Valentine I got a call to babysit Sylvia. It had been so long since I had sex I jumped at the chance. When I got to the house and everyone else left, Sylvia wanted to show me something in her room. "You have got to see this, on my computer," she said, flowing with excitement. She clicked on a movie file and it began to play. It was of Sylvia and me having sex that very first time up in the treehouse. While it was playing she clicked on another one showing another day of us fucking. She had 11 of these videos. "Fuck Sylvia, you recorded us practically every time we fucked, including that first time?" I asked in disbelief. "Yep, every one," she said with pride. "Well every one except this one." Then she began taking her clothes off. I did the same. And while 11 movies of us fucking played in tiny little squares on her computer, I fucked Sylvia on her bed. Of the four people I had fucked, Sylvia was the best, even better than my mom. I could imagine myself in love with Sylvia, someday marrying her, having children with her. As I climaxed inside of her one more time I couldn't imagine life being better than it was at that very moment. But the next moment it all crashed down. In walked Sylvia's mother Emily. "What the fuck is going on here?" she screamed. "Danny, get off of her. Then she looked at the computer screen, looked at all the separate videos of us fucking in the treehouse. She grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of the room. Turning to Sylvia she yelled, "You are grounded, for life. Don't even think of leaving this room before I return." She pulled me into her bedroom, shut and locked the door, then shoved me onto her bed. "What the fuck did you think you were doing, fucking my daughter? She's only 9 for God's sake." "I'm sorry. I don't know how it happened," I stumbled for an answer. "It just did and then again and again. I couldn't control myself. Every time I fucked her I kept thinking that this was you when you were a kid. It was my way of fucking you when you were young. I know it sounds lame and ridiculous but it's true. Fucking Sylvia allowed me to fuck a young version of you, so that I had you both as a child and as an adult. Hell I even called out your name a couple times. It made Sylvia pissed at me but I couldn't help it." The whole story of course was all bullshit but Emily was falling for it. "Oh God I love you Danny," she exclaimed. "You never cease to amaze me. Well you're not going to be able to fuck her anymore but I forgive you under the circumstances. Now lay back and let this adult version fuck your brains out. For the next hour Emily did it all. She gave me a blow job to get me hard and then fucked me silly. Then blew me until I was hard again, to just turn around and fuck me soft once more. Somehow she managed to do this three times before she finally quit. "Now that should tide you over for a while," she stated. "Don't be fucking Sylvia anymore." She drove me home. I had called my mom on the way home but no one answered. I voiced my concern so Emily walked me to the door. She was running her fingers down between my but crack, teasing me. "I'd love to fuck you in your bed tonight Danny. Would you like that?" When we walked in there was a babysitter there taking care of Valentine. "I didn't know how to get in contact with you," she cried. "It's your family. They've been in a terrible car accident. I'm so sorry." "What, when, how?" I started crying myself. "Are they..." I couldn't say it. "They didn't make it," the babysitter said, "your mom, dad, and brother. Valentine is safe though. You aunt and uncle came and got her. They told me to wait here for when you returned." "Thank you," I told her. Emily took out 50 dollars and gave it to her. "Please, take this. You've done so much." We had to force it on her but she finally took the money and left. I called my aunt Julie, my dad's younger sister, to check up on Valentine. "She is fine," Julie said. "What about you? You should come over here for now. You can't stay there alone." The phone was on speaker because I wanted Emily to know what was happening. "He can stay with me for a few days until we get this sorted out. We'll keep in daily contact," Emily promised. Aunt Julie didn't like it but she agreed as long as we called twice a day. We said our goodbyes and hung up. I cried and Emily held me in her arms. She walked me to the couch where I collapsed. Emily then went into my room and packed an overnight bag for several days. She then called her husband Robert. "Danny's parents and brother were killed in an auto accident. I'm going to stay and take care of him for a few days. You'll need to arrange for the kids. There is enough of my milk in the fridge for Steven. I'll call you tomorrow." She then gathered me up and got me into her vehicle. She took me to a motel and got me and the clothes up into the room. I was like a walking zombie. She showered me, herself as well, dried me off and put me to bed nude. Clicking off the lights she climbed in bed and cuddled up with me. It was only about 6 in the evening but we were in bed for the night. I held on to her as if she was my mother. Emily caressed me like a baby. It was comforting and I soon fell asleep. I had terrible dreams that kept waking me up. Then I would snuggle into Emily's arms, my body pressed against hers and it relaxed me. I would soon fall asleep again. I was finally able to sleep for several hours. When I woke it was around 3 AM. Emily was on her back sleeping. I had one leg over hers. All I could think of was that first time I had fucked her. I got hard and had an uncontrollable urge to have sex with her. I moved myself between her legs. Rubbing my shaft up and down her slit a few times I pushed myself into her. She woke up with me gently fucking her. Taking my head in her hands she kissed me like she was in love with me, like I was the love of her life. I slipped my arms under her shoulders and began pumping into her with quick hard thrusts. A few minutes later she was groaning as her orgasm swept through her body. I pushed in hard and held myself there while I emptied all my cum deep in her vagina. I rolled off of her and fell quickly asleep, all the way until about 9 that morning. I woke up to Emily sucking me off. It was at the moment of climax that I opened my eyes, thinking I had just cum in my dream. "I wish I could wake you like that every morning," she said. "So do I," I agreed. "We'll need to call your aunt this morning to let her know you are OK. But we should stay here a few days, if you want," she said. "You don't have to come back to reality just yet. It will be just you and me together, just like this, all day long. We don't even have to get dressed if we don't want to. But I do need you to do something for me." "Sure, anything," I replied. "When we stopped by my house to pick up a few things last night," she narrated, "I forgot to pick up my breast pump. I need you to keep me drained for the next couple of days. And I am in quite a bit of pain right now, if you don't mind." I put my arms out to her and she came back into bed with me, into my arms. After I took care of her breasts we made our call to my aunt later that morning. Aunt Julie said I could stay with Emily for a couple more days but had to go to her house after that. So for the rest of that day Emily and I stayed in the room. The only time we put any clothes on was when we called to have the room service bring us some food. I cried off and on through the day. Each time I did, Emily and I fucked afterwards. Emily finally said, "You know if you want to fuck me you don't have to cry for it." I laughed, for the first time since the accident. I then kissed her, pulled her to the bed and just made out with her like two high school kids would do. We must have kissed for a half hour straight. My tongue was sore from all the french kissing we had done. Then we fucked. It was the slowest fuck we had ever done together. But when we climaxed it was one of the best we had ever experienced. At that moment I loved Emily more than anyone else in the world. I wanted to fuck her the rest of my life. She was the best fuck I had ever had or ever would have. I wanted to marry her right then. I just laid back and thought about this. As my body relaxed and my mind cleared I realized that she was about 30 years older than me. There was no way we could be together like man and wife in real life, just in my fantasy world. I then thought about the other people I had fucked, my mom, Emily's two daughters. Each time I fucked them I thought it was the best sex I had ever had. Then I knew. When I share myself, my sexual self with someone I don't hold back. I give everything I have. It allows the experience to be the best of my life at that very moment. It may not really be the best, but for me, for that moment, it is the best. I remembered how I would practice focusing when I was with Emily after just fucking her daughter Sylvia. All that practice really did help me. I knew then that whomever I am with sexually, I will have a great experience and I will do whatever I can so that my partner does too. Emily and I spent the next two days in the motel room fucking ourselves silly. Emily made me tell her in detail about each time I had fucked her daughters. But she made me tell her while I was fucking her. She wanted to be climaxing when I got to the part about her daughters climaxing. She wanted me to have a mental picture of me fucking her, Emily, whenever I thought about my fucks with her daughters. The morning of our last day Emily left for an hour. When she returned she gave me that little blue pill again that kept me hard for hours. We fucked almost non-stop all afternoon. Thank goodness she had some KY jelly to make things easier. I think we were both getting raw. But it eventually had to come to an end. She finally drove me to my aunt's house where she said goodbye. "You make sure you keep in contact with me," Emily said. Then she whispered in my ear, "Think of me in your dreams. I love you my little Danny." Then she left. To my horror my aunt and uncle decided it was best if they gave up Valentine for adoption. I saw Valentine once about four years later just before I graduated from high school. But that was the only time. I don't know what it was, but for some reason when I went to live with my aunt and uncle I began to draw. I was actually very good at it. My aunt Julie supported me every chance she could. She and her husband Hank Nelson were now caring for a high school kid when before the accident they had no kids at all. My sister (daughter) Valentine was barely a month old at the time of the accident, literally 14 years younger than me. My aunt apologized to me often how sorry she was that they couldn't take care of Valentine. There was a huge settlement from the accident that I would get half of when I turned 18 and Valentine her half at the same age. I really would never have to work but I enjoyed painting and planned on doing that if I could. We were now living on the opposite side of the city from where we used to live so I didn't really get a chance to see Emily and her family much. I tried to keep in contact but that became less and less over time. It was time to begin a new chapter in my life and that's what I did. The End (of part two of the prequel)