Archive-name: Family/famfun01-10.txt
Archive-author: Ed Dippus aka "Fast Oeddie"
Archive-title: Family Orgy - 1
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-Chapter 1-
One summer Saturday, shortly after my first year of college, I
returned home from a noon racquetball game to find my Mom washing
her car. I winced as I recalled I had promised to do this for her
before my game. I ran up the driveway, dropped my stuff and
started apologizing.
"Forget it, " she said, "I'm kind of used to your
scatterbrains. Honestly, I don't know how you make it in college."
I picked up a sponge and started helping her. It was a hot,
muggy day and I was still dressed in the nylon shorts I had worn
to play racquetball. My t-shirt was discarded in favor of gaining
a tan. Soon sweat was glistening off my torso.
"Say, " my Mom said approvingly, "Have you been working out?
You look like you've developed a mighty fine body."
I looked up at my mom, surprised that she'd mention something
like that. She was leaning across the hood, eying me appreciatively.
She was also dressed in shorts and a white dago-T. This top gaped open,
revealing the tops of her perky little breasts. Trying not to ogle
her too much, I mumbled something about lifting at school, then went
back to washing.
We finished up and I started collecting the buckets and
sponges as Mom hosed off the car. As she swished the water back
and forth, she inadvertently sprayed me. "Hey!" I shouted, "you're
getting me wet."
"Oh really, " she grinned innocently, "I haven't even started."
Then she turned the hose on me.
"Hey!" I shouted again lunging for the hose. "Let's see how
you like it."
I grabbed the nozzle, but she held on tight. In the ensuing
struggle, we both got entirely soaked. Finally she regained
control and sprayed me again. I bent down and bent the hose,
restricting the water flow. "Truce!" I called laughingly.
As we grinned at each other, I noticed that I could see her tits through
the soaked tee as clearly as if they were naked. The sight gave
me an instant hard-on.
Looking up to her face, I saw she was as mesmerized by my
shorts as I was by her shirt. I let go of the hose, and she
sprayed me full in the face, knocking me over.
"Fine, " I yelled. "Clean up yourself. I'm hitting the
showers." I needed to jack off this monster before it burst. So
I rolled over and made a bee-line for the house.
In the hot shower, as I soaped my rod, my mind was filled with
my Mom's petite body and exquisite tits. I rubbed faster, nearing
my climax. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened. Through the
translucent shower doors I saw the vague outline of my Mom step
into the room and close the door.
"Hurry up in there, "she said."I'm soaked."
"Tough, " I said, hurriedly rinsing away the lather in my
crotch. "It's your own fault. Now you can wait your turn."
"The hell you say, " she trilled. Then, to my astonishment,
I watched her form through the door as she stripped! The white of
the t-shirt went first, then she stepped out of her shorts. All
of a sudden I found myself staring at her naked outline and wishing
the shower door was clear instead of frosted. But I didn't need
to, because the next thing I knew, she slid the door back and
stepped into the shower with me!
"Hello there!" she said. Then, looking down, "My goodness,
that's quite a hard-on you have there."
"M-m-m-m-mmom!"I stuttered."What's going on here?"
"Oh ,come on, " she said, "it's not like I've never seen you
naked before."
"But, what about you?"
"We're both adults, aren't we?" she said suggestively. As I
stared aghast at her she said "Come on, Bill. You've been ogling
me for years. It always turned me on, a little. Then, when you
got back from school looking like this. Well, I'm only human...
and very horny."
I tried one more protest."What about Dad?"
"He won't be back from golfing for another three hours.
Besides, somehow I don't think he'd mind. Now, how about letting
me give you a hand?" she said, stepping forward and grabbing my
tool.
"Oh, this is nice, " she cooed, stroking my rod "how about a
little more soap. There, that's slipperier. My, what a fine young
cock you have, son. It's a shame I didn't latch onto this sooner."
My head whirled as her small hand danced around my shaft.
Soon all my protests were forgotten as I shut my eyes and drifted
with my favorite fantasy finally coming true.
"Hey, Bill, " she said huskily, "Why don't you touch me, too.
I won't bite, at least, not yet."
In a daze I reached out to her breasts and soaped them up.
I wiped my hands around them, cupping, pushing, squeezing, lifting.
I thumbed her nipples and was rewarded with a long low moan.
"Oh, yes, baby. Play with my titties. Play with Mommy's
titties. Oh, yes, Bill." Her stroking of my rod continued, now
speeding up a little. But the angle with her facing me was
uncomfortable for her wrist, so she dropped to her knees and
started pumping me in earnest, fingering herself at the same time.
My knees buckled, and I felt myself starting to come.
"Yes," she urged me, "come for Mommy, come for me. Oh come
on son. Come in Mommy's face."
Groaning loudly, I obeyed my Mom to the letter, unloading
jets of jism all over her face.
"Yes! Yes!" she yelled, "I'm coming too. Oh I'm coming, Bill."
When our orgasms subsided, she sat back in the tub, water
spraying her hot flesh, and began scooping my cum into her mouth.
"Mmmm, yummy, " she grinned "but I'd like to taste it from the
source, next time."
Instantly my boner sprang to attention again, as if I had
never come at all. "How about now, Mom."
"Sure thing, baby, " she said, "but you'll have to do something
for me, first."
"Name it," I said.
"Come here," she beckoned, "Eat Mommy's pussy."
She sat down on the edge of the tub and spread her long tan
legs. I knelt between them, the water pelting off my back, and applied
my tongue techniques to her twat. Soon I had her legs curled around my
shoulders, her hands tugging my hair as she urged me deeper into the
place I came out of (and, with luck, would be cumming into before long!)
"Oh, Bill" she moaned "you lick pussy like a pro. Make me cum,
baby. Make your old mother cum!"
And I did. Boy, did I. Her legs crushed my face into her crotch.
Her back arched so far I had to hold her from falling onto the bathroom
floor. Her loud moans echoed off the tiled walls.
As her orgasm subsided, she relaxed her hold on me and I was able
to resume normal breathing. (You know, someone ought to invent a nose
snorkel for dedicated pussy eaters!) "That was the best, baby" she breathed.
By this time I was rock hard and ready to roll. "How about that blow-
job now?" I asked her, standing so my dick was at lip-level for her.
She looked up at me with a dreamy, satisfied smile on her face.
"Sure son, " she said, "but let's dry off and do it right in the bedroom."
This was fine with me and I said so. So we lovingly towelled each
other off and headed for the king-sized bed in the master bedroom.
-Chapter 2-
I hopped up onto the king-sized mattress and planted my ass in the
middle. Then I lay out, spread-eagled, with my cock jutting up toward the
ceiling. Mom stood in the doorway, eyeing me appreciatively. "You know,"
she said, "You must have inherited your cock from my side of the family.
Your dad is nowhere near that big."
That brought up a subject I wanted to avoid, but couldn't really
forget. My cock flagged slightly as I thought of my dad finding out. He'd
cut my balls off! "You mentioned earlier that Dad probably wouldn't mind
about us," I said, "are you SURE?"
Mom laughed as she sashayed toward the bed, her perky tits jiggling
ever so nicely. "I'm sure," she said, "we've had an open marriage since you
kids were little. Lately, when I intimated at more than motherly feelings
toward you, he laughed and teased me about it. Said I couldn't wait to get
my hands on your cock. He was right, of course, but not mad. I accused him
in turn of having lustful designs on Geriann. He admitted it. We fantasized
to each other about making it with you kids. I think he'll be delighted
that he now has the opportunity to pursue your sister."
The thought of Dad fucking my sister brought me back to full hardness
again. "I'm certain she'll go for it, Mom. She's always checking out Dad's
shape. Mine too, for that matter. But I never dreamed we'd open up this can
of worms."
Mom crawled up onto the bed between my spread legs. "There's only
one worm I'm interested in right now," she grinned, reaching for my cock.
She curled up between my legs, her shoulder length blonde hair brushing my
thighs. It was still damp, and tickled a bit, but suddenly I couldn't
feel it anymore. I couldn't feel anything but her hot breath on my cock.
Exhaling heavily, she was bathing my staff in hot breaths, exciting it in
ways I never thought possible. Turning it this way and that with her hand
holding me at the base, she tingled every surface. I could feel my pulse
throbbing through my cock, every nerve ending excited and aware. By contrast,
the rest of my body didn't exist, so overwhelmed was my brain by the total
sesory overload emanating from my crotch. And she hadn't even touched it
yet!
Just when I thought the feelings couldn't get more intense, Mom
flicked her tongue out and dabbed at the underside of my erection. The
breaths now alternated with tiny stabs of her tongue, one hot and dry, the
other cooler and moist. Gradually the breaths were outnumbered by the licks.
The tiny flicks became longer sweeps by her tongue. Now she was licking all
around, long, wet, slurping licks. "Mmmmm," she moaned, "you taste great,
Son."
The rhythmic licking was actually less intense than the initial
blowing, and my mind came down a little from the clouds. But my cock was
still high! Finally, Mom pulled her head up and plunged her lips over the
head of my cock. She applied a slight bit of suction and began a pistoning
motion. At this point, I raised up on my elbows and gazed down at the head
between my thighs. The full import of what was going on hit me right then.
There was my MOM! Giving me a BLOWJOB! Talk about a "head" job, she was
blowing my mind as well. As I watched, she casually brushed her hair back
behind her ear, unconsciously giving me a better view. She was really into
what she was doing, industriously pumping her head up and down. Her lips
covered and uncovered the length of my cock, which glistened wetly from
her saliva. Her cheeks were slightly hollowed from the suction she was
using. If I concentrated (and boy, was it hard to do!) I could differ-
entiate between the feelings made by the cheeks and those emanating from
contact with her lips or the slightly raspy tongue.
Mom raised her eyes and noticed me watching. She looked directly
into my eyes and smiled aroud her mouthful of my cock. She chuckled a bit,
deep in her throat, and the vibrations sent new thrills coursing through my
rod! My eyes rolled back into my head and I dropped back onto the bed.
Noticing that effect, Mom began humming as she blew me, creating more good
vibes. I could feel myself beginning to lose control, the first inti-
mations of a great orgasm beginnig to tense my muscles. Sensing that, Mom
went in for the kill. Her suction increased, her pace quicked, her hand
began following her lips up my shaft, milking my cock harder and harder.
Her tongue tap-danced up and down, urging me to cum!
Suddenly her motion changed. She placed her hands on the bed outside
my thighs and plunged her face deeper onto my cock. I felt her nose collide
with my pubic hair as she opened her throat and took me ALL the way in. I
could feel those stretched muscles constricting the top of my cock as she
pumped quickly up and down. That was it! With several quick moans followed
by a strangled cry I bucked my hips into her face and shot load after load
of cum down my Mother's throat. "Mmm. Mmm. Mmm." she moaned around my cock
in time to my spurts. The feeling of her swallowing around my cock coaxed
more and more jism out of my rod. Finally, exhausted, spent, wiped out,
blown away, I collapsed back on the bed and came as close to passing out as
I ever had in my life.
After a few final licks, sucks and kisses, Mom left my now shriveled
cock to rest in peace and crawled up to snuggle against me.
"That's the biggest load I ever swallowed," she whispered, "and did
it ever taste great. I love you, son, you were great."
"Mom," I mumbled "You were great. I-, I don't know what to say."
"Shh," she said, "you rest. Later on we can talk about what hap-
penned. And do it again, I hope. Now let's nap."
So we slept together for a while. Later I stumbled off to my bed
to sleep off the rest of the afternoon, while Mom got dressed and went back
downstairs. The last thought I had before falling asleep again was of my
dad and my sister, Geriann. I hoped that they could find a little bit of
what Mom and I did. Then I drifted off to dreamland, where nothing I could
dream of could top what had happened that day.
..... Or so I thought!!!!