Tamara Khouri-Polanski, Female, 43

	- Professor, wife of Gene, mother of Lauren, Finch, and Logan

	- dark olive skin, 5'6, 150lbs, shoulder-length curly rich brown hair with natural red highlights

Lauren Khouri-Polanski, Female, 15

	- High school freshman, daughter of Gene and Tamara, sister of Finch and Logan

	- medium olive skin, 5'8, 150lbs, back-length curly black-brown hair, colored white-streaked highlights

Finch Khouri-Polanski, Male, 14

	- Eigth-grader, son of Gene and Tamara, brother of Lauren and Logan

	- dark olive skin, 5'6, 145lbs, ear-length curly rich brown hair with natural red highlights

Logan Khouri-Polanski, Male, 12

	- Sixth-grader, son of Gene and Tamara, brother of Lauren and Finch

	- medium olive skin, 5'1, 110lbs, ear-length straight black hair

Giovanni (Gio), Male, mid-30s

	- Italian server at country club

	- Olive skin, 6'4, 230lbs, short black curly hair

It had been almost two weeks since Tamara had had sex when she arranged to meet Giovanni again. Her work schedule had been hectic, and at home, the kids had taken to fighting almost every night. They were all moody, needy, and each expected 'Mom' to side with her or him. It was stressful and left Tamara in need of release.

She'd paid a visit to the county club and found Giovanni working the afternoon shift on Friday. He was eager to see her again, his hard cock bulging up against his white pants as she idly stroked it, just out of view of the gathering dinner crowd.

Tamara had enjoyed the way the man's large penis stretched her. Like all cocks, it made her feel hot inside, filled, complete, and after almost two weeks since she'd last felt one in her pussy, Giovanni's felt like a very special treat just below the thin white fabric that covered his genitals.

Giovanni's apartment had a serious water leak and was unavailable. He'd been given a room at the country club, but Tamara suggested they try something else. She hired a comfy limo with a privacy screen. The older man who pulled up was all business as the long, black car opened and let the couple inside. He closed the doors, settled into his driver's seat, and closed off the partition, giving them privacy.

Tamara had requested that he drive until they asked him to do otherwise. As they pulled off, Giovanni's hands were already fondling her large breasts, making her skin draw up tight and sensitive under his fingers. His mouth found her nipples and sucked them. Tamara loved that sensation, had enjoyed breastfeeding each of her children, wished she still had milk available for his mouth.

Before they were too far into the moment, Tamara reached for her phone and turned the volume off. She didn't want anything to disturb her. She'd again left money for pizza with the teens, and they were to give her peace for a few hours, though, like usual, Tamara did not reveal what she'd be up to. That was a secret that she and Gene had felt necessary to keep from their children, too difficult to explain.

Volume silenced, she fumbled her phone, dropped it twice, her hands trembling as she anticipated Giovanni's lips meeting her pussy. Tamara pushed her purse and phone aside, and turned back into the strong, warm hands that were caressing her large breasts. She pulled out his cock and in moments was sucking him without another thought crossing her mind.

- - -

“Mom?” Lauren sat next to the pool, her brothers eating pizza nearby, phone on speaker. For the first time in weeks they were mostly civil. Lauren's phone had rung, the incoming line labelled 'Mom,' but when the fifteen-year old answered, all she heard was a muffled engine sound. She asked again, “Mom? Can you hear me?”

Lauren heard a moan that got her attention, scared her. Was her mother being attacked? Another moan, then finally a man's voice, “yes, Tamara.” The man emphasized the second syllable of her name rather than the first. “suck me. Yessss... suck me... now you want it, yes? Now you want my cock inside?”

Lauren was frozen, and her brothers had stopped to listen. She almost hung up, but couldn't stop herself from listening.

Her mother's voice shocked her. “Gimme, Gio... gimme that huge cock. I'll roll it on, I want to ride you...”

The sounds of shuffling were followed by a long, low moan. Lauren's insides were turning circles. She knew her mom was fucking someone other than Gene, cheating on her husband, and the noises she made said she was enjoying it. Lauren felt sick suddenly, grabbed the phone, and left her brothers by the pool staring after her as she went.

The fifteen-year old closed herself in the hall bathroom, unable to hang up the phone, caught on every moan, every grunt. Her hand drifted toward her crotch before she caught herself, suddenly disgusted by her mother, by what she was hearing her mother do.

Lauren started to hang up the phone again, but stopped when the man's voice said between grunts, “I think... yes, I think... you enjoy it... in the ass... yes?”

Tamara's voice was muffled, but her daughter heard most of her response, “mmm... do, yes... too big, Gio... if I can... all of it... too big...”

Giovanni replied, “you have lube, yes? Please, I must feel your ass. Try, yes?”

Her mother's response was a throaty, “mmm-hmm,” followed by, “ok, open me first... fingers...”

Lauren's body shivered as she realized her mom was about to take the man inside her ass. It was disgusting, allowing the man to put his dick in her butt. The fifteen-year old knew friends who had done it, mostly to let their boyfriends cum in them without getting pregnant. The idea sounded horrible, painful, not something you would do to someone you loved, not the right hole to penetrate for pleasure.

A long, loud moan was clear to Lauren's ears. Her mother's voice came through clearer, breathless, “yes... finger my ass... that's it... God, Gio... God... I dunno... your fingers feel so big... I dunno if I can take you there... Mmm... finger my ass... open me... open meeee!”

Lauren sat transfixed, her mind seeing images of her mother letting a stranger put fingers in her butt. She was repulsed, but couldn't stop listening. The moans and chatter went on for a few minutes before her mother said, “ok... I'm as... as open as I can be... Let me sit on it... I'll try to take you back there...”

Lauren waited in silence, her mind racing, caught up in the drama unfolding on the other end of the line. Would her mother be able to take the man in her ass? She hadn't sounded sure, had said he was too big. How big is he? Lauren tried not to imagine the scene, tried not to see her mom sitting on a man's lap, his cock trying to split open her butthole, and failed. The images flooded her teen mind, and her hand was drawn instinctively to reach into her pants and find her young pussy.

Tamara let out a long, uncomfortable wail. “OOOOWWW... Oh, God... OOOWWW... Fuck, that's huge, Gio... Just the tip in and already... God! OOOOOWWW...” Her mother started to breath heavily, the sounds of a man doing the same in rhythm. They both grunted, moaned.

The man said, “mmm, Tamara... your ass opens to take me so well... see... already I am deep in your ass... yes... you love my big cock in your ass, yes?”

“Yes... yes... I'm trying to take more... God, you're huge... stretching me... so huge... OOOWWW... UHHNN... UHNNN... Fuck! I'm cumming... Uhnnn... OOOOOHHH...”

Her mother's orgasm overwhelmed the phone and sounded like a splatter of static and loud cries of pleasure. Lauren's pussy soaked as her fingers found her own clit, the sounds of her mother having anal sex too disgusting to contemplate, too arousing to ignore.

Lauren played with herself as the man's grunting became louder, soon, she was trembling into an orgasm, the man saying loudly, “yes... cumming... cumming... AAAAHHH... AAAHHHH... AHHHH...”

Lauren's body rocked on the toilet, her pussy drooling, her mind caught up in the sexual drama playing out in her ears. The sounds of heavy breathing, followed by shuffling, followed by more heavy breathing came across fairly clearly. Her mother finally said, “Jesus Christ, Giovanni... that is the biggest cock I've had in my ass... by far... I don't know how I took so much... I feel like I need to shit!”

Lauren groaned at the horrifying image the statement made, felt her own stomach grumbling and began to void her own bowels while coming down from orgasm. The sounds on the phone were static and muffled movements, no more voices for long moments. Lauren was wiping herself when the phone crackled, went silent, crackled again, and the connection was broken.

- - -

Logan's mind was less understanding of the conversation and noises that he'd heard through Lauren's phone. It was her mother's voice, but the things she said, the things the man said, didn't register completely. He noticed his sister was flushed, seemed to be experiencing an open curiosity that betrayed her.

Logan knew enough to be aroused, however. Whatever was going on, his young penis had risen and demanded attention. When Lauren went inside, Logan slipped into the pool and watched his brother a moment. Finch had leaned back, his hand inside his pants, movement signaling exactly what he was doing.

The twelve-year old stroked himself underwater while his brother seemed to not notice. The older boy was masturbating as well, his hand moving carefully, trying to keep Logan from seeing. But the younger brother had been playing with himself for two weeks and already he'd squirted dozens of loads of young sperm. He knew what Finch was doing, and he did his best to watch from the dark corner of the pool.

Logan's own penis was hard. It felt good in his hand, it felt good to stroke it, to push out his hips as his tension rose. He saw Finch's body arching, the older teen's mouth open, eyes closed. Logan watched his brother tense and shudder, a damp spot quickly spreading through his grey swim trunks.

The twelve-year old was caught up, aroused, felt himself growing warm. He tensed as his brother shuffled into the house without glancing in Logan's direction. The younger brother stroked freely, let himself float as he jacked off. It took only a moment to squirt his semen underwater, the sensation a new one to Logan. The boy came hard, letting his penis ejaculate completely, emptying himself and feeling very relaxed as he finished.

Logan was getting the hang of masturbating, and every time felt like the best moment of his young life.

- - -

Lauren felt disturbed. Her body felt sick, her mind was a sticky, frightening place where the sounds of her mom's orgasm, the images she'd conjured of her mother being fucked in the ass, combined with her usual sour mood to produce a minefield of negative, grotesque emotions. She tried to push the images and the sounds away, to ignore them, to let them go back to the dark places from which they arrived.

She'd showered after her orgasm, as if the water would wash away the shame and the horror that she was experiencing.

It was fruitless. Laying on her bed, she couldn't help replaying the sounds she'd heard, wondering just how big 'Gio' was, how his cock might compare to Lance's. Lance's cock... I could really use that right now... Lauren sent Lance a text, asked him if he was horny.

He replied immediately, then called her. By the time she picked up, her hand was already dancing between her legs once more.

- - -

Finch jerked off twice thinking about the sounds his mother made. Once by the pool, and once more in the room he shared with Logan. He hadn't cared if his brother saw him from the pool, the thrill of hearing his mother's voice as she had sex was too much to ignore. If Lauren hadn't left when she did, she'd have been sure to see him jerking off. Finch couldn't ignore the pressure to cum to such an erotic stimulus, and after smelling his mom's panties, seeing her naked body, the sounds she made over the phone sent him to a place that left him only the option to get off fast. He'd shot his cum into his shorts, and quickly went to the bedroom where he jerked off once more.

He lay quietly a moment when he heard his sister's voice in the bedroom next door. He put his ear to the wall and listened.

“I might let you put it in there... maybe... maybe, Lance. Mmm... right now, I just wish you would come over and fuck my pussy. I need it, bad.”

Finch couldn't hear the voice on the other end, only his sister, but his five-inch cock was once more rising and demanding his attention. He stroked slowly as he listened.

“I know... I know... Well, stop doing that. You've got a car, silly. Getting grounded just sucks. I wish I could come to you... want to feel you in me, Lance... really, I'm so fucking wet right now... Ok... Yeah, do that... Mmm... Oh, yes... Yes, I love when you do that... Mmm... My hand is already there... fingers are sticky, yes... Ok... Ok... Mmmm... Cum for me, baby... Fuck yeah, cum for me... uhhh... uhhnnn... gonna cum, Lance... imagine you're filling my pussy again... fill me up, Lance... Uhhhh... UHHH... fill my little pussy... fuuuuuuuuuckk... UHHNNN... UHNNN...”

Lauren's orgasm vibrated the wall as she shuddered in her bed. Finch's cock was drooling as he jerked, his hand flying fast up and down his slender shaft. He felt his third orgasm of the day quickly rising.

He grunted, tensed, and fired a shot across the bed and onto the floor. The door opened and Logan stood frozen as Finch was unable to stop cumming, sending three more thin squirts out of his cock and onto the floor. He lay panting a second before he reacted, throwing his covers over his throbbing, leaking cock while his brother stood in the doorway.

Finch was embarrassed, wished he could hide and make Logan disappear. The younger boy's pants were tented, his small erection obvious below. Finch looked away and said nothing, let his brother silently slip off the swim trunks and slide into bed. Finch caught a brief glimpse of Logan's cock before the covers flipped over, his brother's cock jerking as the boy's body moved.

Finch rose, flicked off the light, and got back into bed. The sounds of his brother rapidly masturbating made sleep a difficult thing.