Article 59027 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an132157@anon.penet.fi
Date: Mon, 20 Mar 1995 02:07:01 UTC
Subject: Sarah (mf/ff/fmff/inc)

			   Taskmaster Sarah
			       Part One

	When I arrived at Joe and Sarah's the first thing Joe said to
me was, "I am sure you deserved the whipping Officer Kimbro gave to
you." Here I was, a victim of police brutality, and all my own uncle
could do was blame me.

	"Go easy on him Joe," Sarah admonished Joe. "He has two black
eyes." At this point I corrected myself. Joe is my uncle by marriage.
Sarah is mom's sister. "I am sure he is black and blue all over. That
brute beat Ryan silly, and all you can do is find fault with Ryan,"
Sarah continued. Turning to me she said, "let's get some ice on you
to keep the swelling down."

	After having driven two hundred miles to get away from the
local thugs in blue, my eyes were probably swollen as much as they
would. Still the ice to sooth my sore eyes and later chest and arms
was welcome relief.

	I remembered the scene when I had arrived home. I told dad
about the beating. He told me I had better get out of town fast. He
didn't even offer to get a lawyer to get the jerk. Luckily Sarah at
least understood. She always took me in when Kimbro was ready to beat
me to death. Then Joe would walk off in a huff and deposit himself in
front of the tube for a few hours.

	"I tell you Sarah," I began. "If that savage is not removed
from his position, he is going to kill someone."

	"Tell me the truth now Ryan," Sarah said to me. "Did he catch
you screwing his wife again?" Looking at the beating from that point
of view, I guess Kimbro wasn't too far out of line. Even if he was in
uniform while beating me. He was also in his bedroom. Karen had been
bouncing up and down on me, her cunt wrapped around my dick so snug.
It felt like I had died and gone to heaven. Now I felt like I had died
and gone to hell. At least I did cum before Kimbro lifted Karen off of
me and started swinging. "I have already told your mother that you
could spend the summer. You had better listen to Joe also," she
finished before I could answer her question.

	I decided not to answer her question. There is a fifth
amendment after all. "Come on Sarah," I said. "Joe is such a prude.
Every time he sees me with a woman, he gets the idea that I have been
fucked silly."

	"He is usually right you know," was Sarah's reply. "Now you
listen to me Ryan. You will stay on the farm. The only time you get to
leave is when Joe or I are with you. In other words, if you cannot
keep your dick in your pants, it is bible camp for the rest of the
summer. Do not doubt it either, neither Joe nor I wants this farm to
be a hotbed of fornication this summer."

	I glumly thought about it. Two months of nothing but Rosy. It
was that or bible camp. I guess Rosy isn't that bad looking.

	"Come on Ryan," Sarah told me. "It is for your own good. It
will also make you appreciate your wife more when you get married."

	"It is going to be a few more years before I get married
Sarah," I responded. "Are you also forgetting that this fall I am
going away to school?"

	"Going away to school? Whatever for?" Sarah asked. "We have a
lovely bible college just thirty miles away. Reverend Bill is college
president you recall."

	Reverend Bill. How could I forget. If I had to go to his
school, I had better remember to wear a book down the back of my pants
for protection. "Not Bill," I pleaded. "You know he trades sex for
grades. At least with the males he does."

	"Then you will be good this summer?" Sarah innocently asked.
"You know what else? This farm needs a lot of work done this summer.
The hard work will keep your filthy mind off that thing between your
legs, and Joe and I will even pay for your first year at state. Now
about Reverend Bill, yes he is homosexual, but you know he is not a
sexual predator."

	I instantly brightened. "State and not Bible college Sarah?" I
asked. When she nodded her head, I hugged her in relief. "When do I
start work?"

				* * *

	The next six days were long. Working sunup to past sundown.
Then wake up the next day to begin again. On the seventh day I was so
exhausted I could barely drag myself out of bed. Amazingly Sarah was
always ahead of me. She seemed to have nonstop energy. She commented
many times that it was because she used hers on hard work. She didn't
waste energy on lust like me.

	"So sleepyhead," did you enjoy your first week of clean living
in years?" Joe cheerfully demanded as soon as he saw me. "Hurry up and
get cleaned up. We leave for church in forty minutes."

	I took a shower. It felt good to let the hot water run over my
sore body. Now it was sore from all the hard work rather than the
beating from last week. Soon my dick responded. It had been an entire
week now since I last had sex. The hot steamy water and my body's
needs soon had me rock hard. As I started stroking myself the shower
curtain was flung open. "Are you almost finished?" Sarah was demanding
to know. My eyes then popped open. Shit. Caught playing with myself.
If Joe was around it was bible camp for sure. Peeking out of the
shower I noticed that Sarah was the only one in the bathroom."

	"Where is Joe," I asked. There was no answer. I then looked at
Sarah. She was looking at my dick, and her face was flushed. Then I
looked at her tits. Her nipples were erect.

	Things were starting to make sense to me now. Sarah seeming to
think I was always horny. Joe always talking sexual restraint. I was
sure they hadn't had sex since before I had arrived. Maybe Sarah worked
so hard because Joe did not take care of her needs. It was starting to
look like it could be an interesting summer after all. But with my own
aunt? Could I do that? Would she let me? Then thinking of the
alternatives, Rosy or Sarah? What do you think my decision will be,
gentle reader?

	I now thought about things that happened around home. Dad had
lectured me twice in the last two months about sexual restraint. Both
times mom had arrived home halfway through the lecture. She merely
swept into the house, and dragged him off to their bedroom. I stood
outside their room to listen. From the sounds emitting from there I
could tell they were making it. A week after the second lecture dad
was warming up to give me a third. Then a thought seemed to catch
him. "Never mind," he told me. "Your mother will probably arrive home
any minute now to ruin it." Ten minutes later she did.

	This time I had taken the precaution of sneaking off and
hiding in mom's closet. It was safe because of the eighty seven, I had
counted them once, floor length veils hanging in there. How she ever
found anything is beyond me. As soon as mom arrived home she had
shouted, "Billy where are you?" Dad was too preoccupied with mom for
the next half hour to think about me. I couldn't see them from where I
was, but I could sure hear them. Flesh slapping against flesh, their
heavy breathing, mom's occasional moan, or scream. She was vocal at
times. I was also accused, by Karen and others, of being a screamer.
Hmm, could it be genetic, or is it the horniness that is genetic?

	Sarah also got loud. On the occasions I had stopped outside
their room to listen I would sometimes hear her. She would start
moaning. Their old house was not as soundproof as ours. Then Joe could
be heard telling her, "Hush I did not marry a screaming hussy. We just
did this two weeks ago, and you are making noises like it has been
years..."

	But I get ahead of myself. When they finished dad said to mom,
"Joyce, I am worried about the message we are sending to Ryan. Every
time you come home you herd me into the bedroom. I tried to lecture
him three times about staying away from Karen Kimbro. She is our
sheriff's wife for goodness sakes. Add to that the fact that Kimbro
has already caught them five times in the last six months. Each time I
work up a head of steam, you arrive home."

	"It sure was steamy," mom told him. "Now about the head part.
Get between my legs and start licking."

	"Joyce," dad said again. "This is serious. Kimbro is going to
kill Ryan one of these days. We have to make him keep his dick in his
pants, or at least out of the sheriff's wife's. Is there some nice
girl his own age we could pair him up with."

	"Nice girl," mom hooted. "Everyone in town calls Ryan The
Walking Erection. There is no way any parent would let him go anywhere
with their sweet innocent daughter."

	"What about Meggy Smith," dad began.

	"Her mother warned me that my beastly son had better stop his
bad influence on her child," mom shot back. There was quiet for a
moment, then mom started talking again. "Look Bill, we both know that
Meggy has opened her legs for most of the high school aged boys in
town. But Meggy's mother knows that Ryan would gladly get between the
legs of any high school aged or older girl. Reality does not matter to
her. She wants to believe in Meggy's innocence, and she wants to
believe that Ryan merely corrupted her."

	"Then could you at least make arrangements with Sarah and Joe
in case Kimbro loses it some day," dad asked. "Jesus, between you,
your sister, and your son, I have never seen such an abundance of
sexual hormones in anyone. That, in spite of the fact that both your
folks were god-fearing. They took the entire family to church daily.
They must have known how hot blooded their two daughters were. Why,
before we got married Sarah would.." Dad stopped then.

	"Sarah would what, Billy?" mom taunted him. "She would sneak
into your room and fuck you when you stayed over. Is that what you
were going to say?" Mom seemed to be teasing. At least I hoped so.
Otherwise, if an explosion occurred, I did not want either of them to
know that I had been spying on them. But mom seemed to get over it.
"You know Bill," she told him. "If you get between my legs and start
licking, I will forget you just admitted fucking my sister."

	Soon slurps and mom's moans, and louder, filled the room. I
was left to ponder what dad had said about Sarah. Also mom's reaction
to his admission. After about a half hour dad stopped. Soon afterwards
their breathing became regular and I decided to risk peeking out of
the closet.

	I peeked out. They were sprawled on the bed stark naked. Mom
had her legs spread. Her vagina was laid open for me to see. It seemed
to wink at me with each breath mom took. As I tiptoed across the room,
my gaze left mom's vagina and I looked at her face. Her eyes were wide
open. Fearing death I froze. Mom merely winked at me, this time with
her eye, and then closed her eyes. It was several days later before I
could look her in the eye again. When I finally did she said, "You
sure have been having trouble looking into my open eyes. You did not
have much trouble looking into something else that was open." I felt
my face get hot. I must have blushed because mom giggled and walked
away.

	Things were starting to make sense to me now. Sarah always
talking about my sexual appetite and implying that I was always horny.
Then Joe was always talking sexual restraint. I was sure they hadn't
had sex since before I had arrived. Then there was dad's admission
about Sarah and him. Sarah must work so hard because Joe did not take
care of her needs. It was really unbelievable how she could lose
herself in a task. I remember trying to get her attention once while
she was doing a puzzle. After calling her name three times, I started
gently shaking her. When that did not work I placed my hand on her tit
and started gently stroking. Her nipple quickly became erect. It was
easy to feel through the exercise bra she favored. That seemed to
bring her around. Shortly she looked at me.

	"What are you doing," she asked.

	"Did you want to eat soon?" was all I could think of to say.
She never mentioned me rubbing her tit. But then I never did it again
either. It would have been like taking advantage of an unconscious
person.

	It was starting to look like it could be an interesting summer
after all. But with my own aunt. Could I do that? Could I redirect her
attention to sex. Would she let me? Then thinking of the alternatives,
Rosy or Sarah? What do you think my direction of sexual release will
be, gentle reader?

	As I walked out of the shower, I grabbed a towel. Not covering
my erection immediately, I said to Sarah, "Remember, we have to leave
for church real soon now."

	She seemed to come out of her daze and looked at me saying,
"You were playing with yourself in there. You are one nasty boy. Well,
I guess it is better than fucking some young girl, but you had better
not spray your seed anywhere besides in the shower for the rest of the
summer"

	"Does that mean I can go back in and finish off?" I asked.

	"Hurry up and get dressed," she told me. "And for goodness
sakes, cover up that thing." She pointed at my erection to emphasize
her last point.

	Since she didn't seem too upset, and since Joe still hadn't
made an appearance, I hustled and got ready. I did not want to press
my luck with her after all. Within five minutes, I was downstairs
dressed, and ready to go. "You sure took your time," Joe said to me.
"Let's go." With that he turned and walked out to the car.

	It was very warm in church. I fell into a light sleep several
times. Always, I would catch myself before falling forward. The worst
were the parts where standing was required. I had an erection the
entire time, and was afraid someone would notice. Luckily, no one did.
At least no one let on noticing.

Article 59025 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an132157@anon.penet.fi
Date: Mon, 20 Mar 1995 02:08:35 UTC
Subject: Sarah (mf/ff/fmff/inc)

			   Taskmaster Sarah
			       Part Two

	After church Joe informed me that we had been invited over to
the reverend's house. Reverend Bill as he was affectionately called. As
you, gentle reader, recall from an earlier chapter, Reverend Bill is
gay. I had never been near a queer in my life. Now, I was going to
ones house. What would it look like inside? Would there be a padded
leather "playroom?"

	The Reverend's house was shocking. Shockingly normal that is.
No it did not have a leather playroom. In fact it looked like a
totally normal house at every turn. The kitchen was huge, the front
room small, the bedrooms normal size. How can the Reverend be gay?

	He then introduced Ken. Ken was boarding with the Reverend.
Now I was really afraid. Here I was with two grey haired men. Both had
to be at least sixty, and at least one was gay.

	After introductions and the nickel tour, we sat down to tea.
Ken really liked baseball. He had even played in college. We discussed
the Brewers chances for a pennant, admittedly slim, the realignment of
divisions, and the expanded playoff format. Before I knew it, we were
leaving. I really had enjoyed meeting Ken. I had even been alone with
the Reverend couple times.

	Later at home I managed to get Sarah alone. "Reverend Bill
cannot be gay," I informed her. "We were alone in the tea room twice.
Neither time did he try to put a hand on me."

	Sarah seemed to consider my statement for a moment. "Did it
ever occur to you that you are not his type?" she asked.

	"Not his type," I dumbly remarked.

	"Of coarse silly," she told me. "You talked to Ken for hours.
Ken is more Bill's age than you. Do you think Bill would jeopardize
what he has going with Ken for you?"

	"But Ken played college baseball," I retorted.

	Sarah giggled then said, "So, does that mean something?"

	I did not understand how Sarah could think that someone who
played college baseball could be gay. Well it is a free country and
she is entitled to her opinion.

	"Now Ryan, Joe is going away for two weeks to Pittsburgh on a
business trip. I promised to extend our fence while he is gone. Not
only to extend it, but to have it complete when he returns. We have
some long days ahead of us. You better think about going to bed soon."

	"So I will be the man of the house for the next two weeks. By
the way, how far do we have to extend the fence?" I asked.

	"Just past the pond, to answer your second question. As for
your first question, go to bed," she answered. With that she walked
into the front room. Being very tired and not having anything else to
do, I went to bed. Karen was on top of me really stroking her cunt on
my dick. The feeling was so intense that I started cumming. No sooner
had I cum then Karen was no longer there. I was being shaken. No not
again. Her husband has caught us again. He was talking to me and he
sounded strange, almost female. "Wake up Ryan," he said. "Don't you
remember that we are going to extend the fence today?" Wait a minute
he sounds just like Sarah.

	I opened my eyes. I was in bed. Sarah was sitting by my side.
I remembered now. I was at her and Joe's place. They had taken me in
after Officer Kimbro had beaten the crap out of me when he had caught
Karen and me in bed together. Sarah started speaking again. "What was
your dream about," she smirked. "I have a feeling that you are going
to be changing your bed before we do anything today."

	Something was between my legs. I reached down and pulled out
my pillow. Sarah took it away from me and started examining it. "What
is this wet spot?" she demanded to know. I blushed and she giggled.
"Hurry up and change the bed clothes," she told me as she left the
room. "By the way, breakfast is ready," she said from the hall.

	As fast as I could, not very with how tired I was, the bed was
changed. Then I headed down to the kitchen for breakfast. As usual
Sarah had made a lot of food. Hungrily, the pancakes and sausages were
shoveled down. The food helped to wake me up. Good thing too because
of the amount of work Sarah had planned for us. When we were finished
Sarah told me, "I am going to freshen up while you do the dishes. Then
we have to get the wood for the fence we will start putting up today."
I gave her a five minute start, then snuck up the stairs after
her. Damn, she already had her shirt on. Guess I will have to wait
until tomorrow to get another look at her tits.

	She let me drive to the lumber yard. When we arrived she
greeted Jim, the foreman. "You never will get all that wood on that
little trailer," he informed us while motioning at the trailer.

	"All we are doing is extending our fence," Sarah told him.
"This is a huge trailer Jim. How big does our trailer have to be?"

	Jim pointed at a pile of wood eight feet tall, ten wide and
thirty long and asked, "How do you expect to fit all that on your
little trailer."

	"Jim," Sarah began. "Did Joe say how long he expected this
fence to be?"

	"You mean he didn't tell you that all fifteen acres were going
to be fenced in this summer," Jim asked in amazement.

	"I must have misunderstood him," Sarah told Jim. "We have of
course talked about fencing in all our land, but I thought it would be
next year. Tell you what," Sarah continued. "Can you have it
delivered today?"

	"Of coarse not," Jim said as he gave us a funny look. "Did you
also misunderstand Joe telling you that it was to be on your land be
5"00 PM Wednesday? I do not have any driver available until then."

	"Wednesday?" Sarah inquired. "No Wednesday will not do.
8:00AM today would be fine. By the way could I see that invoice?" She
grabbed his clipboard out of his hand as she finished. As soon as she
scanned the figures her eyes shot up. "Is this real," she asked Jim.
When Jim nodded, she turned to me and said, "Be a sweety and see if
Paula could haul it out by 8:00." Then she stopped and stared
pointedly at me.

	I got the hint and headed off looking for Paula. Paula is
Jim's wife and Joe's sister. She was also mom's best friend in high
school . We had learned a lot about each other last summer. In fact I
had become real acquainted with many private areas of her. Not a good
thing for a boy my age to become so close with a woman my mother's
age, but my dick sure did not complain. The first place I tried was
the office. When I walked in, she was seated with her back to the
door. "What do you want?" was her curt greeting.

	"To fuck the hell out of you," I answered. She swung around in
her chair. Her eyes sparking. Then she saw me. "You really arouse me
when you are angry," I told her.

	When she saw it was me she relaxed. "I heard you were taken in
by Sarah and Joe. I guess your hometown gendarme does not take kindly
to a punk kid poking his wife," she told me.

	"A mere rumor," a shot back. "No one has any pictures.
Seriously, Paula how many people know? If it is all over town, then it
is all over my hometown too."

	"Relax," Paula said. "I guessed the truth from your mom. She
told me that you had been in trouble with the locals, and that the
local in question had a pretty wife. That told me that your dick had
been exploring again."

	"Good. If it ever gets around, Kimbro will kill me first chance
he gets," I told her. "Your secret will be safe with me in exchange
for a minor favor. Now, why are you here?" she asked. After I told
her about Sarah wanting the wood this morning and relating the meeting
with Jim, Paula continued. "Sarah will want to renegotiate the deal
for less merely to show Jim not to go behind her back. I told Jim that
Sarah had better be involved. Now because of Sarah's pride being
hurt, our profit margin will also be hurt. You know what would make
me feel better about our damn profit margin, Ryan?" She smiled and
pushed her chair back from her desk as she said the last part.

	I walked around her desk and crawled under it. As soon as I
was under, I unfastened Paula's pants and removed them and her panties
in the same motion. She did lift her butt to make the act easier for
me.

	"Lick me. It is so good to have your tongue in my cunt. Jim
refuses to give oral sex," she moaned.

	I had heard her lamenting Jim refusing to give oral sex
before. He felt that a cock was all that was needed to satisfy a
woman. Paula loved oral sex. At least the receiving part of it. She
absolutely refused to lick me. "What makes you think I will do for
you that which I refuse my husband?" was the answer to my question of
"why not?" Hmm, could there be a cause/effect here? Then again, knowing
Jim, he probably had nothing against oral sex either. Receiving oral
sex that is.

	At least giving her head would put her in a receptive mood to
playing wood hauler. She would go to great lengths to show her
appreciation of good head. Since Sarah would not accept an answer of
no, prostituting myself this way would assure me of staying on her
good side. Also Paula would see to it that my dick was well worked out
after her need for head was sated.

	With all that in mind, I lowered my tongue to her cunt. She
tasted as good as I remembered. As soon as my tongue entered her cunt,
the taste and texture caused my dick to instantly grow to its full
length. Paula seemed to like it too. "Lick me you mmmm. Eat my cunny.
Mmmmm oh you oh...," she incoherently babbled.

	I was only too happy to comply. My tongue found her clit and
ran circles around it. Then, inserting a finger in her cunt to hold her
clit, I really ran my tongue around and around. Then stopping my
tongue, I tried sucking all her juices out. This brought more
incoherent babbling. Inserting three more fingers, I started moving
them in and out. Now my tongue could no longer reach her clit, but
with the four fingers inside her, she did not seem to care. Sliding her
down in the chair, my tongue managed to reach her anus. The pungent
taste was great. It was tight back there. My tongue tried to enter but
all it could do was open her sphincter. That little opening action was
okay for Paula. She had unbuttoned her blouse and was playing with her
erect nipples. Her tits were small but the nipples stood out one half
inch.

	Then, picking her up, I carried her over to the coach. After
laying her down, I practically tore my clothes off. Then, climbing on
top of her, I slammed my dick home. My licking had really prepared her
for me. It felt like my dick was encased in a warm and wet sheath. The
walls of her cunt seemed to pull me in.

	"Fuck me good and hard," Paula demanded.

	How could I, a gentleman, refuse a lady's request? I slammed
my dick back into her. Her tightness and the week since I last had sex
was enough to bring on my orgasm. My balls tightened, then my dick
started pulsing, driving my seed into her.

	Since my dick stayed hard, I resumed pumping into her as soon
as my orgasm was over. She was as tight as many women my own age. That
was amazing considering she has two kids. Must be her daily workouts.
Now I moved back and forth in he,. her cunt making squishing noises as
my dick moved back and forth.

	After a few minutes, she grabbed my ass and pulled me against
her, holding me in place. "Did you forget that I reserve my cunt for
my husband mister," she demanded to know. "Every time you lick me, you
stick your dick in my cunt. When will you ever listen? Now get your
dick out of my cunt this instant." Paula said this almost every time.
All it meant was that now she wanted me in her ass. She was, after
all, brought up to believe that a nice girl did not ask for a dick up
the ass. But, since I understood, I removed my dick from her cunt. It
felt so good that I slid it back in. Still, not wanting to anger her,
I pulled out again, and slowly started working it into her ass. It was
hot and tight. One nice thing about Paula is, her ass is as wet as her
cunt.

	I was starting to get turned on again. Then, starting to hump
faster, my dick was pounding her ass. Remembering that she liked it
rough up the ass, I speeded up. Having anal sex with Paula, a woman
who liked her ass plowed, was great. Since I had already cum once, it
was fifteen minutes of pounding before I was ready to cum again. "Get
ready Paula, your ass is going to be filled with my cum," I warned
her.

	Her response was to dig her nails into my ass cheeks. Soon
shot after shot of hot cum was being shot up her ass. We held each
other tight for a few minutes after. Then remembering Jim and Sarah, I
got up. "We better get dressed before Jim and Sarah come looking for
us," I told Paula.

	"Go to the sink and wet down the towel please," Paula asked of
me. "I would love to relax a few moments while you wipe me off."

	I did as she asked. The towel, I wet down, then walked over to
her and started to wipe off her chest. "It's freezing," she complained.

	"Of course it is," was my response. "It will cool us off
faster. We do not want the world to know we spent the last forty five
minutes fucking our brains out." I even rubbed it into her cunt and
ass. This last part was mean, but it did wipe away the scent of our
lust. When she was cleaned up, I did myself. "Are you ready to face
the world now?" I asked of her. "And could you please haul the wood
out to Sarah's?"

	"Of course I will haul the wood for you. Now kiss me you
stud," she ordered me. Then she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me
close. Her lips found mine. Our tongues swirled around each other's
mouths for a time. All too soon we broke apart. I was breathing hard
and so was she. "We better get dressed before we have a repeat
performance," was her warning. Soon we were dressed. It was
disappointing to see her beautiful body covered in clothes, but it was
also necessary. We then headed out looking for Jim and Sarah. They
were right where I had left them. Sarah looking slightly smug and Jim
glum.

	"It is a darn shame to shake a man's hand, then have his wife
renegotiate," Jim complained to Paula.

	"How many times do I have to tell you to only negotiate with
Sarah," was Paula's retort. "Now since you are finished, I have
promised Ryan that I would haul this for them."

	"Nice doing business with you two," Sarah called out. With
that, she dragged me back to the truck. "I will drive back," she curtly
said.

	As soon as we were in the truck, Sarah burst into a tirade.
"That bastard. Having a mountain of lumber delivered as soon as he
leaves on a business trip."

	"This business trip," I asked. "Why didn't you warn me ahead
of time?"

	"We did not want you to know," Sarah told me. "You might have
had ideas. Something along the lines of mice playing while the cat is
away."

	"Me?" I asked, as innocently as possible.

	"Don't worry," she said. "I will take the role of cat until
shithead returns." Sarah could be a cat all right. Her instincts had
her catching Sherry and me five times. This had happened last summer
when I had spent two weeks at the farm. Interestingly, she always
waited until the act was finished before announcing her presence. The
act was finished, but always before we had a chance to dress. She
would appear and demand that we break up our lustful ways. Sherry,
left me three days before I was to return home. "I cannot bear to be
caught screwing by Sarah again," was her reason for breaking up.

	Sarah broke into my reverie by adding, "This summer I will not
wait until you are finished before announcing my presence. Your lust
will be stopped before you get relief, and you will be sent back into
Officer Kimbro's clutches. So you better not screw around with some
young thing."

	At 8:02:32, Sarah noted the lateness of the delivery, Paula
arrived with the wood. Sarah sure was testy. I almost wished that Joe
would return early. At least that way, Sarah could tear into him and
leave me alone.

	As soon as the Paula stopped, Sarah scrambled on to the truck,
broke open the pallets the wood was on, and began handing the wood
down to me. Paula watched us work with a bemused expression. When we
finished she remarked, "Never before have I seen two people unload a
payload that size in under an hour. You really are hard workers." I
was all red and sweaty. Sarah was not even breathing hard. How could
she be in such excellent shape?

	We worked until sundown erecting the fence. The next three
days we awoke at sunup and worked on it until sundown. Friday, started
the same, but at mid-morning, mom arrived with a pitcher of lemonade.
Sarah relented and agreed to a break. "We are only one third finished.
We will never finish by the time Joe gets back. No sense killing
ourselves, right Ryan. You have been working very hard, and you must
be exhausted."

	Truthfully I was starting to get used to the work. Still there
was no reason to refuse a break. Gratefully I accepted the glass mom
offered. It was gone in one gulp. Mom promptly refilled it. Then Sarah
asked, "What brought her out here without a call? Is everything all
right between Bill and you?"

	"Everything is fine Sarah," mom reassured her. "But Bill was
called away on a sales call Wednesday night. Their biggest client
needs his hand held. He will not be home until Wednesday at the
earliest. With the weekend arriving, I didn't want to be in the house
all alone. Do you think Joe would mind if I spent the weekend?"

	"Well," replied Sarah. "Joe is gone all next week. He will not
be home until the following Tuesday. It would be great to make a
weekend of it, but remember you are a married woman. Not only that, but
I would like decorum maintained in my home. Promise you will not bring
home some bar stud."

	These comments startled me. I knew for a long time now that
mom is really hot. She was constantly dragging dad off into the
bedroom, but Sarah usually waited until I was out of earshot. Then
there would be an animated whispered conversation. "That is no way to
talk about your own flesh and blood, Sarah," mom retorted.

	"It's true," Sarah shot back.

	"I didn't deny it, Sarah," mom said sweetly. "I said it was no
way to talk to your own flesh and blood."

	"You are impossible," Sarah said.

	"I guess I am, Sarah. Tell you what, I will not bring home any
bar stud. I will let them all gang bang me in the bar," mom promised.
Then she lightly grabbed Sarah's ass.

	"Do you wish to help us?" Sarah asked changing the subject.

	"No thanks," mom told her. "That looks too much like work.
What I will do is have lunch ready in three hours. See you then." Mom
then walked back in the direction of the house.

	Sarah then looked at me and commented, "I am trying to show
you interesting areas, besides the ones between your legs, to explore.
I always knew you followed your mother's lead where hormones were
concerned. One lead you do not take from her is, your hormones are
only aroused by one gender. At least there are no animals for you to
relieve yourselves on."

	"Animals?" I blurted out. "How did they come into this?"

	"Never mind about the animals," Sarah reassured me. "I think
that is one area of sexuality your mother does not explore." We then
went back to work for a half hour. Then halfway through a cut the saw
stopped. Smoke poured out of it. "Must have fried the motor," Sarah
diagnosed. "I am sure it will be after lunch before it is fixed. Why
don't you go keep an eye on your mother until then."

	"Are you sure you do not need my help, Sarah?" I asked. She had
a shed where she fixed broken appliances. She did everything from
replacing toaster oven line cords to rewinding motors in there. It was
really neat watching her take a broken piece of junk, and return it to
working order again. Unfortunately I had the feeling that she could
finish most projects in half the time, if only I would refrain from
helping. She did not, however, seem to mind the extra time. She really
seemed to enjoy explaining machinery to me. I still could not fix
much, in spite of all her tutoring, but it was nice of her to take the
time.

	"That's all right Ryan," she waved me away. "I am worried
about your mother right now, and I would be too preoccupied to explain
anything to you. You can have a nice long lunch."

Article 59026 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an132157@anon.penet.fi
Date: Mon, 20 Mar 1995 02:10:26 UTC
Subject: Sarah (mf/ff/fmff/inc)

			   Taskmaster Sarah
			      Part Three

	Somewhat disappointed, I returned to the house. I like walking
slowly on the farm. There are sometimes interesting pieces of nature
to see. Once I even saw a doe nursing a fawn just out of sight of the
house. This time was no exception. Only this time the nature was
human. Mom and Paula were out on the deck sunbathing nude. My first
thought was, they were unnecessarily exposing themselves to skin
cancer. Then I caught myself. Here are two beautiful women sunbathing
nude, and I am thinking about skin cancer. Maybe Sarah is right. Hard
work will get my mind to concentrate on practical, read non-sexual,
matters. I made an oath to myself to remain forever vigilant to make
sure it didn't. I had seen both nude before, but why waste an
opportunity to gawk. Mom constantly runs around the house in various
forms of undress. Sometimes she wears only a halter, sometimes only
her panties, and sometimes only her perfume. As for Paula, well Monday
I saw a lot of her . You could even say I saw inside of her. Sorry,
dear reader, but I could not resist the pun.

	I was able to get close enough in the dense underbrush off the
deck to overhear their conversation. "You are playing with fire
Joyce," Paula was saying to mom. "The Warner boys are hanging out at
Tomber's now. It has been their hangout for the past six months."

	"The Warner boys? At Tomber's?" mom cried. "Dammit, here I
thought that I could let Tom and Rich double team me. Instead those
creeps will be there."

	"I am not surprised, Joyce. I told you on Tuesday that Joe was
away for two weeks. On Friday you coincidentally show up here," Paula
snidely remarked.

	Mom smirked at that. "It was a coincidence that Bill's
customer needed some hand holding. I merely let him think that the
bonus he was sure to get as a result of going, was real important to
me. I had to swallow two loads of his cum that night to properly
persuade him. It was really enjoyable persuading him that way,
unfortunately he did not give as well as he got. Now with the Warner
boys hanging around, Tom and Rich will be too busy keeping them in
line, and will be unable to give me a double dose of fun. This is
serious Paula. I have got to get laid," mom finished.

	"Try calling Bill back," Paula told her. Paula sure was
unsympathetic to mom's plight. "We are married women after all. We
should honor our husbands."

	Huh? I thought. Paula is saying this. Paula, who on Monday,
fucked my brains out with her own husband less than a football field
away.

	"Quit, Paula," mom told her. "You are a slut too." Paula's head
jerked up at this comment. "It's true. You never could refuse head."
Mom walked over by her and dropped her head between Paula's legs. "The
quickest way to your heart is to use a tongue. Come on girl, don't you
know when you're licked?" Mom stopped talking at this point. Now the
only sounds were mom's slurping and Paula's moaning. I could
definitely vouch for mom's statement about Paula liking head. I could
not count the number of times Paula had absolutely refused to have
anything to do with me. Refused until my head was between her legs.
Then she would allow me to fuck her. Fuck her ass, usually. Sometimes
fuck her cunt. Never fuck her mouth. Performing oral sex was not
something Paula engaged in. Mom continued to lick and slurp between
Paula's legs. Then she reached up and started rubbing Paula's nipples.
They were brown and erect. From the way her nipples stood up, I could
tell Paula was really turned on. She took her hands and pulled mom's
head deeper between her thighs. Paula is not vocal, but from past
experience, I knew that when she started pulling my head, she was
close to orgasm. She pulled hard too. There were occasions where
having my ears pulled off was a major concern. Then she wrapped her
legs around mom's face. She did that when she was having a big orgasm.
Mom's face must really be taking a beating.

	Soon Paula relaxed and dropped her legs. Mom stood up at this
point and walked over to her bag. She reached in and pulled out
something. Then she walked back to Paula and showed it to her. It was
a double headed dildo. "I will find a man later. Right now we can get
some relief from each other," mom told Paula.

	Then she placed it between her legs and moved her hands
around. When the hands were removed, the dildo stood out like a cock.
Then she crawled onto Paula. Soon mom's loud moans told me she was
enjoying herself. Paula wrapped her arms around mom and french kissed
her. The sight of these two beautiful ladies kissing was enough to
make me want to join in. Since that was probably not a good idea, I
contented myself by watching. It still would have been better if I was
directly behind them so I could watch the dildo move in and out. As I
carefully started moving a branch snapped. The two ladies did not even
flinch at the sound, but not wanting to get their attention I quit
moving.

	They continued moving with each other. Mom reached up and
started caressing Paula's tits. Then she lowered her head and started
sucking a nipple. At this point Paula reached up and pulled mom's
mouth against her nipple.

	This action continued for another fifteen minutes. At this
point Paula pulled Mom tightly to her. "Stop Joyce, my cunt is going
to be sore for days if we do not stop."

	"What is so bad about that?" mom asked.

	"You are insatiable Joyce," Paula told her. "I have to stop in
case Jim wants some tonight. If my cunt is all sore, he will want to
know who I have been fucking."

	"You mean he will not think you were playing with yourself,"
mom gasped. Paula did a double take at that comment. With this
reaction, mom giggled. "Ease up, will you. Sometimes you and Jim act as
dysfunctional as Sarah and Joe. Poor Joe. There is a cure for his type
of impotence. Then there is Sarah channeling her sexual energy away
from sex and into concentration on a task, the concentration so
intense as to almost be a form of meditation."

	"Jim performs adequately in bed thank you," Paula shot back.
"I do agree that Joe's impotence can probably be cured. As for Sarah's
sexuality, are you sure you are not projecting your lustfulness on to
your sister, Joyce?"

	Mom laughed at this. "Come on, let's go inside, Paula. I can at
least feed you now that I am finished eating."

	Paula groaned at this and playfully slapped mom on the butt
for the last remark. Then they went inside.

	Without spending a lot of time thinking about everything they
said (it would take several days of careful thought to sort through
all of it anyway) I walked around the house to the front door and
entered. "Mom," I called out as I entered. I walked into the front
room and right into Paula. "Hi Paula," I said as I pinched a nipple.
"Do you want head?" I finished in a whisper.

	"Your mother is changing. Give her a minute," Paula told me
while ignoring my wandering hands. With that mom walked into view. She
hadn't changed since she was outside, that is, she was nude.

	"What is all the fuss, Paula?" asked mom. Apparently mom did
not notice where my hands had strayed.

	"A man is here," Paula told her, while motioning at me.

	Mom looked puzzled for a moment. Then realized Paula's
meaning. "You mean to tell me that your kids never see you nude?"
mom asked. Paula merely looked at her. "Paula, really, Ryan sees me
nude all the time. He has never tried to fuck me. Have you, Ryan?"
Then mom looked Paula in the eye, took her own tit in her hand and
started squeezing the nipple. "It's not as if I give him a sex show or
anything." Mom giggled as Paula and I blushed, but still the nipple
did stiffen at this self stimulation.

	"You are unbelievable, Joyce. How can you act so sluttish in
front of your own son?" Paula screamed. "He is an innocent boy, and
here you are trying to corrupt him." With that she marched out.
Seconds later the front door slammed.

	"What got into her?" mom wondered aloud. She then noticed me
blushing. "Have you and Paula been naughty together? What did you do?"

	"Same as the two of...," I stopped as realizing I was
admitting my spying.

	Now mom blushed. "You were spying you little sneak," she
blustered. Then she broke into giggles. "How much did you see?" When
I told her she continued, "Well you have known for a long time now
that I really like sex. Now you have an idea of how much I like it."

	"Do you think we could go to Tomber's together to find
someone?" I asked her.

	"How long is Sarah going to be?" asked mom. When I answered,
mom continued. "Two hours might be enough time to meet someone and
even fuck, but to find each other afterwards and return here? We could
never pull it off Ryan. Look, I will wait until after lunch to get my
horniness relieved. Unfortunately it cannot be at Tomber's. I have no
idea of another place where a fuckee can be found. At least no idea
where the fuckee can be trusted. You on the other hand will have to
make your own relief. Sorry." She walked over and hugged me at this
point. "I know it is difficult but right now you must follow Sarah and
Joe's rules."

	"Not necessarily," I told her. With that I reached up and
started caressing both of her tits. As she looked at me, I kissed her.
At first she resisted slightly, then passively let me continue. One
hand slid down her body and found her already wet cunt, while the
other continued to play with a tit.

	At this point mom broke off the kiss and asked, "Do you know
what you are getting into?"

	"Sure do, mom," I answered. "Feel how hard my dick is? It is
ready to get in now."

	"You know what I mean," she continued as if trying to get me
to reconsider my actions.

	"Really mom, I know what I am doing," I reassured her. "My
choice is, fuck you here and now, or wait until school this fall.
Sarah and Joe are really keeping me away from women."

	"What about you licking and fucking Paula?" mom asked with a
raised eyebrow.

	"Well, I guess I did have one indiscretion," I answered. "Once
a week is not enough for me. What would you do?"

	Mom shrugged her shoulders at that. "You do have a point. I
guess we are going to fuck." At this she brought her lips to mine.
Upon contact her tongue started dueling with mine. Then her hand
reached down and found my cock.

	Great, my almost week long abstinence was going to be broken.
By my mother no less. I remembered all the times I did jack off while
she screwed dad's brains out. It was jack off or have my balls swell
up because of failure to let off pressure.

	I briefly reflected on how easy it was to get used to steady
sex, and since I was used to being with a woman on an almost daily
basis, I desperately needed a woman to relieve my aching balls. Since
I was forbidden to get anywhere near Karen Kimbro, I needed someone
else.

	Mom seemed eager to relieve both of our sexual needs. She
dropped to her knees and placed kisses on my cock head. Then, lightly,
she swirled her tongue around. The intense feeling of her tongue was
great on my neglected cock. Then without warning, she plunged her
mouth down all the way to my balls. She moved her head back until just
the head was in her mouth and plunged down again. She established a
rhythm of fucking me with her mouth. In a minute I warned her, "I'm
going to come." There was no let up. She kept on fucking me with her
mouth. Soon my sperm rose up and shot into her mouth. Mom still did
not let up. She kept on plunging my, by now, oversensitive cock into
her mouth. It was so pleasurable as to pass over the threshold into
pain. I had to take her head and hold it against me. That stopped her
from moving, but now she started making sucking actions with her
mouth. "Please stop mom, that is too much for me," I begged. "Ask for
anything just please stop." I did need a break from the intense action
of the moment. This in spite of knowing that if it ended now, in
twenty minutes I would be wishing for it again.

	My promise of anything seemed to work. Mom stopped. Then,
standing, up she looked at me. There was no evidence of semen around
her mouth. She must have swallowed it all. "You did promise anything
if I stopped remember," she reminded me. I nodded. "You can start by
showing me the tongue action Paula gets off on." With that she led
me, by the cock, into the bedroom she had appropriated as hers for the
duration of her stay.

	Once in the bedroom, she unceremoniously threw open the bed.
There she lay down and spread her legs. "Eat me stud," she commanded.
It was a command I was very happy to obey. I knelt down between her
legs. Slowly I began kissing the insides of her thighs. The smell of
her arousal was heavy. The scent and the memory of how she had taken
me led me to slam my mouth down on her cunt. I immediately found her
clit and unmercifully ran my tongue all over it. Now it was her turn
to jump around because of the intense sensations.

	Then, using my fingers to hold her cunt open, I really ran my
tongue all over the inside of her cunt. She gasped at the feelings.
This really turned me on. So I kept up my oral ministrations. Soon mom
grabbed my head, but she didn't try to stop me. It was to keep my
tongue in her cunt.

	During this time, my cock returned to hardness. Moving up over
mom, I positioned the head of my dick into her vaginal opening. Slowly
I began to enter. Her cunt felt like a glove gripping me as I moved in
and out. "I already came once mom," I told her. "Now you are in for a
good long screwing." Her response was to lift her hips harder to meet
mine. We fucked for a good hour. It was very pleasurable to move with
her. She was having almost continuous orgasms. I was not in any hurry
to orgasm, but merely enjoyed feeling her cunt grip me harder as each
orgasm washed over her. Unfortunately all good thing end. In the end
my orgasm approached.

	"Can I come in you, mom?" I wondered aloud. "Yes, baby," she
moaned out. "Come in your mother. Shoot your sperm into me." This
permission was all the encouragement I needed. I grabbed her hips and
shot into her.

	As we were lying there enjoying the afterglow, I looked at the
clock. "Wow," I exclaimed. "We still have a half hour before Sarah
returns.

	"That's what you think," boomed Sarah's voice from the open
doorway. Looking up I saw Sarah standing there. "Oh no. Are you going
to send me away," I asked her.

	"Of course not, lover," mom answered. "If she does that, she
will have no one to make her forget Joe's impotence." Mom smirked at
this.

	This was a side of mom I had never seen before. Taking
pleasure in hurting someone. Especially since Sarah was her sister. I
was shocked.

	"Mom," I blurted out. "Don't be mean."

	Mom looked puzzled. "Me mean?" she asked. "Sarah, join us, will
you?" As mom spoke, she advanced on Sarah.

	"Stay away," Sarah warned. Mom stopped at this. Then looking
at me, Sarah said, "I expect you to have lunch ready in thirty
minutes." Then she left.

	I started to put my clothes back on, but mom stopped me. "No,
I have always wanted a stud to be naked and available to my whims. You
remember an hour ago promising to do anything I asked?" Dimly I did.
I now remembered promising her anything if she would only stop giving
me a blow job. "Do you also remember assuring me, that you knew what
you were getting into, when you were telling me, that you were ready
to fuck me?"

	She had me on all points. I walked to the bathroom and washed
up. Then, still naked, I walked to the kitchen and proceeded to make
lunch.

	True to her word, precisely thirty minutes later, Sarah was in
the kitchen. I had sandwiches stacked on a plate. On another plate,
was a stack of cut carrots. Cut but not peeled. Most of the vitamins
are under the skin mom always told me. She also said that raw carrots
gave one more energy. She would say this to dad as she led him off
to their room. I always thought that the part of the carrot that gave
mom the most energy, was the shape.

	Mom arrived a few minutes later. "You are three minutes late,"
Sarah grouched at her. "And why are you two naked?"

	"You will be too before the weekend is over," mom vowed. "Ryan
is nude so that I can fuck him any time the urge strikes me."

	"Lord help you," Sarah said to me. "Still you could have told
her no. That always works for me."

	"It sure does Sarah," mom retorted. "My what big nipples you
have." She said this in a big bad wolf voice. The words were
punctuated by a squeeze of Sarah's nipple.

	"Joyce," Sarah admonished her. Mom grinned evilly and gave one
last squeeze to Sarah's nipple. Then she took a sandwich and several
carrots, and started to eat.

	"I really love eating," she said to us while continuing to
grin evilly. Then she took a carrot and started sucking it in and out
of her mouth. When she saw that Sarah was ignoring her, she shrugged
her shoulders and began to chew.

	"How much of the fence are we going to finish today?" I asked
Sarah. "Get your hand into your own lap, Joyce," was her response.

	"You know how impolite it is to eat with your arm on the table
Sarah," mom admonished. "Are you guarding your food? Also, since mom
and dad taught us that it is polite to eat with one hand in your lap,
I felt I could set an example for you."

	"They also taught us that fornication is wrong. They also
taught us that we should not play with our food like it was a sex toy.
They also made us marry respectable men who would lead us to our just
rewards," Sarah shot back.

	"Billy gives me my just rewards," mom leered.

	"Joyce," Sarah snapped.

	Mom stopped. It was not like Sarah to snap at anyone. Her
patience was legendary. It must have been mom's teasing. Maybe Sarah
was as sexually frustrated as mom claimed. Then again, maybe Sarah was
tightening mom's reins. She sure had tightened mine.

	Lunch was finished in silence. When we finished mom said, "You
two run along. I will get the lunch dishes."

				* * *

	We went back to work. Sarah worked like a demon, and really
paid close attention to detail. She even snapped at me because a fence
post was not plumb. She found that by using a level. Even for her, this
was excessive attention to detail. I was hoping she would not go back
to the fence posts already cemented in with the level. When she
didn't, I breathed a sign of relief.

	A fence surrounding fifteen acres all properly leveled would
probably take until Autumn to erect. It must be Sarah trying to get
mom's antics out of her mind.

Article 59028 of alt.sex.stories:
From: an132157@anon.penet.fi
Date: Mon, 20 Mar 1995 02:10:56 UTC
Subject: Sarah (mf/ff/fmff/inc)

			   Taskmaster Sarah
			      Part Four

	It was an hour after sunset when Sarah finally called a halt.
"Let's go back to the house, or we will need a flashlight to continue,"
she said. At first I was afraid that we were going to return with
flashlights, but Sarah had apparently worked off everything that was
bothering her. The work off did not last once we were in the door.

	Mom greeted her as soon as the door was closed by lifting
Sarah's halter, and fastening her mouth on a nipple. As Sarah gently
disentangled herself, mom greeted her with a cheerful, "Welcome back. I
was afraid I had scared you away." Then, walking over to me, she undid
my pants and swallowed my dick to the root on the first stroke. She
did two more strokes.

	It was a wonderful feeling. As I placed my hands on her head
she suddenly stood up. "Welcome back to you too, Ryan. I know that you
were not afraid of returning. Now strip." She demanded. She looked me
over as I quickly did. "You're filthy. Get washed up. I refuse to fuck
anyone so dirty. You should wash up too Sarah. You will enjoy the
inevitable when you let it happen."

	"The inevitable is that you will never have your lustful
desires sated by me," Sarah responded.

	Dinner was quiet as Sarah and I were tired, and simply did not
respond to mom's banter. Afterwards, when we had finished cleaning
up, Sarah informed us, "I am going to bed now. I suggest both of you
do too, and Joyce, don't take all of Ryan's energy tonight. Tomorrow
will be another long day."

	Mom took my dick in hand at this point and led me off to bed.
Once there, she threw back the covers and told me to lay down. She
then seemed determined to finish what she had started when I returned
home this evening. She swallowed my dick and moved her head up and
down. I loved the way she fucked me with her mouth. All too soon she
stopped and got up. Then taking me by the dick again said, "Come on,
time to really have some fun."

	She led me to Sarah and Joe's room. As we entered Sarah asked,
"Who is it?"

	"It's us Sarah, do you mind if we join you?" mom replied. She
did not wait for an answer but threw the covers back. Then, ordering
me onto the bed, she proceeded to finish giving me a blow job. It did
not take long for me to shoot into her mouth. Mom swallowed every
drop.

	"I hope you are finished with your depravity now, Joyce," Sarah
told her. Sarah had rolled over as soon as we had joined her. She was
now lying with her back to us.

	"Finished," mom replied. "I haven't even gotten off yet. Of
course, I am not finished. It is Ryan's turn to give me head. Get
between my legs stud. Turn around and watch, Sarah." I started licking
her. Her taste was really exciting to me. I even licked her asshole.
It was not as tight as Paula's. With mom, I could get my tongue up her
ass. After doing this for awhile she told me to put my dick where my
tongue was.

	As my dick entered her ass she started talking to Sarah again.
"Do you know where he is Sarah? He is in my ass, and it really feels
good. You could have your cunt and ass filled by him too. All you have
to do is ask." She stopped talking at this point and wrapped an arm
around me. The other was caressing Sarah. She continued on like this
while my dick pumped in and out of her ass. Her ass, while not as
tight as Paula's, still gripped my dick very nicely. Mom exercised as
much as Paula, but I was sure that dad worked out mom's ass often,
while Jim never worked out Paula's. After about a half hour I finally
shot up into her ass. When I finished mom rolled me off her.

	"Are you ready for yours, Sarah?" she asked. Sarah remained
silent. So mom started rubbing her back. Sarah jumped so mom told her,
"Relax, Sarah, all I am going to do is rub your back. At least that is
all for now." It was all for later too. Twenty minutes later mom told
me, "She is not ready to join in yet. Now go wash your dick off. I
could get an infection if it enters my cunt after being in my ass."

	When I returned to bed, mom guided me onto her, and my dick
into her. I moved back and forth in her again. After coming twice, it
was difficult to remain hard, but I managed for another fifteen
minutes. Finally, fatigue was setting in. Mom lightly stroked my dick
and kissed me. "First thing in the morning we can continue. Right now
you need some rest. Your dicky also needs some rest," she reassured
me.

	At this point I rolled off her. She snuggled up to Sarah and I
snuggled up to her. "It is great to be in a sandwich. Even if one of
the outer layers is clothed," mom giggled at this. Then she drifted
off to sleep. I was lying down and my dick was being sucked. Opening
my eyes I saw sunlight stream into the windows. Mom had sucked me
awake. Sarah was looking at me. As soon as my eyes met hers, she took
my hand and gently squeezed it. "It is time for my shower," she told
me. "You should take one when you finish."

	I concentrated on the sensation of mom's mouth on my penis.
She sure was a great cock sucker. Soon I shot down her throat. "My
turn," she said while licking a drop of semen off her lips. She then
grabbed my head and pulled it between her thighs. Mom sure is hot.
After all we did last night, most women would want a break. Mom, on the
other hand, wanted my tongue in her cunt. She made me lick her clean
and then some. Not that I objected of course.

	After I had been licking her for a while, my dick was getting
hard again. I was ready to stick it in her. Sarah unfortunately
interrupted, "Will you take your shower now, Ryan? I would like to get
to work on the fence before noon."

	"You better do as she says," mom told me. "Sarah will give you
an extra hour and one half lunch if you go now." Sarah did not
respond to this, so I got up and showered.

				* * *

	Around eleven, Sarah told me, "Go ahead and get screwed. If you
do not return soon, Joyce will probably come looking for you, and I do
not want her wandering around the farm naked. She doesn't even have
the sense to put on a good sun screen."

	When I returned, Paula's truck was in the driveway. Mom had
no doubt been distracted, and did not remember that she told me to
return home now. Then again, with mom, there was a good chance she
wanted to be caught with Paula.

	Quietly I snuck into the house and looked into mom's room.
There was Paula tied to the bed and blindfolded. Paula had never
expressed a desire to be tied up. At least she hadn't to me, but then
mom had known her considerably longer than I had.

	"Quit your complaining, slut," mom was telling her. "After all
these years of sucking you it is time for you to suck me."

	"Never," Paula told mom. "Just because you tricked me into
letting you tie me up does not mean that I am your slave."

	"We will see won't we," mom responded.

	I quietly walked into the room at this point. Mom noticed me
entering and got up. "Don't go away. I will be right back," she told
Paula.

	Mom at this point looked at me and licked between two fingers;
it was what must be the universal symbol for cunnilingus. I placed my
head between Paula's thighs and breathed in her scent. Instantly my
dick responded. Now, however, was the time to lick, not the time to
poke. I ran my tongue around her nether lips. Her hips rose to meet
me. I continued to lick her, but was careful not to touch her with my
hands. "Are you ready to eat me now?" mom asked Paula.

	"Whaa, who," sputtered Paula. "Joyce what is going on?"

	"Relax, Paula," mom assured her. "It is only Ryan. It is not
like I allowed some stranger to crawl between your legs."

	"I knew it was a mistake to let you tie me up," Paula
complained.

	"You love it slut. You love it just like you loved it when
your mother did this to you. Tell Ryan how your mother used to do this
to you," mom demanded.

	"Please don't humiliate me like that Joyce," Paula pleaded.
"I will do anything if you don't."

	Mom started climbing onto Paula's face at this comment. "Will
you eat me," Mom asked.

	Paula did. There we were, I was eating Paula, she was eating
mom, and Sarah was watching from the hall.

	Sarah seems to have a sixth sense about sex. At least the sex
I engaged in at her place. She always showed up to watch, and catch me
upon my completion. At least she always let me get off in the past.
With mom, she didn't even say anything when the act was completed.

	Now I had grown confident enough about Sarah allowing the
debauchery to continue, that I was even aroused at the thought of her
watching. Soon the though of her watching was replaced by a set of
lips on my dick. Looking down... It was Sarah. She wasn't as
experienced as mom, but she sure was enthusiastic. The combination of
her lips and hand soon had me shooting. She swallowed some. The rest
she wiped off with a Kleenex. "You will get used to the taste Sarah,"
mom said.

	"When did you notice me?" Sarah asked.

	"As you walked in the door," mom answered.

	They are definitely sisters. Noticing everything about sex.
One thing was still bothering me. "How long have you been tying up
Paula," I asked mom.

	"This was the first time," Paula answered for her. "How did
you know mom was tying me up? You were never there when she did."

	"No, but I was there many times when she tied up Joe," mom
answered. "I merely took a guess about you. By the way, Sarah, he
always had a hard on with his mother. I am not sure whether it was the
fact that it was his mother, or that he was tied up."

	Sarah got a faraway look in her eyes at this. What was she
thinking? Don't ask me. I am merely writing her adventures. That is
all for I have about Sarah for now. I may get back to her in the
future. For now I am planning on doing some short stories based on
cartoon characters, similar to my recently released Scooby Doo
stories.