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.