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Peter, Mom And Me
by Phantom (phantom1@newsguy.com)

***

A man rents a room in their house and soon controls 
mother and son, both mentally and sexually, body and 
soul. (MM, MF, FF, bi, inc, huml, mc)

***

Author's note: This story is a work fiction. None of the 
characters or events herein are based on real people, 
either living or dead. It was produced for the 
entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions 
of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or if reading 
stories of a sexual nature upsets you, do not read any 
further! 

***

I lived in a small mid-west town from my birth until the 
age of twenty-three when I went travelling in Europe. 
This story happened to me when I was nineteen. My 
parents ran a small guesthouse that took in some 
permanent guests and travelling salesmen. I say my 
parents ran the guesthouse; in fact my mother ran it 
whilst my father earned a living as an IT hardware 
engineer. This job meant that he was often away for a 
few days at a time. I therefore did my best to lend a 
hand, tidying and maintaining the place, to help my 
mother.

Let me describe my mother and myself. Mom was and still 
is a petite, attractive brunette with slightly boyish 
looks, enhanced by her liking for bobbed hairstyles. She 
is slim and naturally athletic looking being 5' 4" and 
with a figure most twenty-year olds would die for. I 
myself am 5' 11," sandy haired, slim and fit. Nothing 
special to look at but generally okay, you could say.

I considered myself to be heterosexual and by the age of 
nineteen, I'd had a good deal of sex with a few 
girlfriends, but nothing serious. Generally I am happy 
with my own company but by no means a loner. I do 
however have a great interest in all things sexual and 
have from an early age. I enjoy sex magazines, porn 
videos and generally fantasising about sex in all its 
forms. 

I have never thought of myself as obsessed; I simply 
have the high sex drive of a regular young man. I 
suppose if there is anything unusual about me it is that 
I am a sexual hedonist when it comes to both viewing and 
fantasising about sex. For me anything goes; hetero, 
gay, lesbian, bi, consensual, non-consensual and even 
bestial. The only exceptions I make are that I'm not 
into S&M or anything that involves children.

Anyway, back to the story of how the arrival of a new 
guest and subsequent events put all my fantasies into 
the shade.

One Saturday morning Mom told me that a man had phoned 
to arrange accommodation on a semi-permanent basis. He 
was coming into town to do some contract work at a local 
surveyors office and wanted to stay at least three weeks 
and maybe longer depending how his work went. Mom said 
that she had told him a room would be ready for him that 
afternoon. She then told me his name was Peter and that 
she was going to put him in the attic room and asked 
that I make sure the room was all in order since it 
hadn't had a guest in it for the last six months. I 
checked it out after lunch, opened up the windows to let 
it air through, fixed a broken bulb and generally gave 
it a clean through. Mom then made up the bed with fresh 
linen.

Peter arrived around four o'clock after a seven-hour car 
journey. He was in his late thirties, very slightly 
overweight but was clean and smart in appearance. 
However there was something about him, a look in his 
eye, the way he carried himself, something different but 
I couldn't put my finger on it. He hadn't even unpacked 
when he asked if he could bath to freshen up. 

I must admit that I thought this was a little strange. 
Most guests at least had a look around the house and 
yard, grabbed a coffee and chatted a little before 
settling in and taking baths, but not Peter; he wanted a 
bath straight away. Mum showed him along the corridor to 
the bathroom and I followed behind. 

I could see that Peter was taking a good look at Mom's 
ass which I have to say looked pretty good in a pair of 
tight stretch-jeans. Don't get me wrong. I didn't make a 
habit of looking at my Mom sexually, it's just there was 
no denying, she had a great arse!

Intrigued by the new arrival and knowing he would be in 
the bath for at least twenty minutes, I decided to take 
a quick look in his room and maybe sneak a peek in his 
bag. I didn't make a habit of such things but just 
occasionally human nature gets the better of us all and 
on occasion I would take a little look at guests 
personal belongings. It told more about a person in a 
few minutes than hours of polite conversation over 
dinner ever did. I always left things straight and never 
ever took anything - it wasn't about stealing, just 
being nosy.

I unzipped Peter's bag, which was left on the bed. On 
top was the usual stuff; a couple of pairs of pants, 
three shirts, t-shirts, underwear and toiletries. I 
figured I'd find some porn magazines since most of our 
male guests seemed to arrive with some late-night 
reading material. Sure enough there were a few magazines 
that looked pretty interesting. 

At the bottom of his bag were two smaller zip bags. One 
was obviously a camera bag and when I looked it 
contained a compact video camera. The other was more 
intriguing; a small wash-bag. I unzipped this and looked 
inside. To my utter surprise it contained a strap-on 
dildo, about ten inches long. What in earth was Peter 
carrying a strap-on dildo in his bags when everything 
else about his belongings seemed so ordinary?

I re-zipped the dildo bag and checked the clock. I had 
only been in Peter's room for 3 or 4 minutes; time to 
take a quick peek at the magazines. The first was a 
regular sex magazine, plenty of nice girls, all solo. 
The second was better. It featured men and women having 
really good hard sex with plenty of penetration and cum 
shots. I made a mental note to come back and borrow it 
one day when Peter was at work. 

The third and final magazine was really different. It 
featured an older women, maybe late thirties or early 
forties, and a young guy. The text was a story board to 
go with the pictures and laid out that the women was the 
young guy's mom. This was really good with the young guy 
spying on his mother and then getting it on with her in 
the kitchen. I had never really fantasised about incest 
but this story was really getting me hard. I couldn't 
help thinking of my own Mom and what it might be like to 
fuck her. I had seen her tits when she was sun bathing 
from time to time but never anything else. I started to 
rub my dick through my chinos and felt the dampness of 
pre-cum in my jockeys. As I rubbed I just knew I wasn't 
going to be able to hold out for long. 

I checked the clock again - fifteen minutes gone - Peter 
would surely be finishing soon and I had to get out of 
his room. Sod it just look at a few more pages, I 
thought. I was entranced and on the verge of cumming and 
I hadn't even got my dick out. I quickly undid my fly, 
grabbed my dick out of my shorts and, massaging the pre-
cum into the head jerked myself. 

I started to cum instantly and buckets just spewed all 
over my hand. I hadn't even prepared by grabbing a 
Kleenex. In the back of my mind I knew I had to get out 
quick or be caught.

"Found what you're looking for?" I swung round to see 
Peter entering the room with a towel round his waist and 
carrying his clothes. I had blown it in more ways than 
one. I instantly flushed with embarrassment. What the 
fuck could I say, caught with a fist full of cum in a 
guest's room and his personal property spread all over 
the bed. I blurted out "Oh god, sorry... I couldn't help 
it... I-I.." or some such crap. 

Peter remained unnervingly calm. "Do you always treat 
your guest's belongings like this?" he said. 

"No, never... I just took a peek, and..." 

Peter cut me off and told me to stop mumbling. "You know 
I am going to have to tell your mother, and then find 
alternative accommodation, don't you," he said. 

"No, for god sake don't tell my Mom, It won't ever 
happen again, I promise, please don't tell Mom," I 
pleaded. I was still stood with dick in hand and cum 
dripping onto the floor - utter humiliation.

Peter's mood then changed. He suddenly changed from cool 
to severe. "If you don't want me to tell your Mom then 
you're going have to make amends and that means doing 
whatever I say during my stay here. Do you understand?" 
he demanded. "Sure," I said, "I'll do chores for you, go 
shopping to the mall, whatever you want."

"What I want is not fucking chores doing you little 
wanker, what I want is much more personal than that, are 
you still on for the deal or do I tell your Mom?" he 
said. "I'm on for the deal," I replied. I knew Peter 
would only be with us for a few weeks and figured 
anything he might want would be better than my Mom 
finding out what I had been up to in Peter's room.

I went to cover myself and tuck my dick back into by 
pants. "You can start right now" said Peter. "Leave your 
dick out and drop your pants and shorts to the floor, 
Now!" he instructed. What the fuck! I couldn't believe 
he wanted me to drop my pants and said, "oh come on, 
I'll do other things, chores errands, you know."

"Not good enough, you agreed to the deal, now drop your 
pant or get out and suffer the consequences," he said.

I knew I was lost. I fumbled at my belt and slowly undid 
it and my pants. They dropped to the floor. "And the 
shorts," he said. I slowly pulled my shorts down to my 
ankles and then stood up covering my dick with both 
hands. I could feel it was beginning to get semi-hard 
again and didn't want Peter to see that my situation was 
getting me excited. I could see Peter's dick had started 
to tent under his towel and realised the situation was 
getting him hot to.

Peter closed the door and removed his towel. His dick 
sprung up straight. It was a good 8" long and un-cut. 
Peter wrapped his fist around it and gently pulled his 
skin back and forth. "If you like to wank in guest's 
rooms then you can go it again now," he said. 

"I can't," I said, "I've only just cum." 

"Then you'd better work hard to cum again for me, or the 
deals off," he replied. I placed my hand around my dick 
and started to wank slowly. My dick was getting hard but 
the situation was making me nervous and I didn't think I 
would be able to cum. 

Peter obviously realised this and started to talk to me 
about the magazine he had caught me with. He asked me if 
I liked the incest story and whether it made me think of 
my own mother. Whether I had ever seen her nude and if I 
ever wanked when thinking about her. I said no, but just 
Peter saying such things had made me start to think of 
my Mom as I jerked myself off in front of another man 
and one that I had only met an hour before.

"Come on, you little slut fuck, wank harder, harder, 
milk yourself for me, I want to see you spray your cum 
again," Peter said as he continued to wank himself 
faster. I could feel my own orgasm coming and was no 
longer trying to cover myself in anyway. 

I stood proudly in front of him, a total stranger, 
wanking for all I was worth and thinking of fucking my 
own mother. Peter obviously realised the effect the 
magazine had had on me and what I was thinking about. 
"So you want to fuck your own Mother just like the story 
do you? You want her to suck you and fuck you and take 
your cum do you," he said. 

"Yes, oh yes, I know it's perverted, but yes, I think 
about it all the time," I said as I started to feel my 
cum rising. "Oh god I want to fuck my mother and spray 
her with cum!" I shouted as my cum started to spray, 
burst after burst across the floor. As I subsided Peter 
approached me and told me to kneel down. 

My god he didn't want me to suck him did he? No, Peter 
just stood in front of my face and continued to wank. 
Coolly and calmly he started cum and directed each spurt 
into my face and hair and across my chest. I realised 
afterwards that this was designed to add to my 
humiliation and his dominance of me.

As I stood up, Peter looked at me and said, "Don't 
worry, you will get to fuck your Mother before I leave, 
but it will be on my terms and in front of me," he said.

"I can't, I can't fuck my Mom ever," I said.

"Oh believe me, you can and you will when I say so and 
you won't have to wait too long, now get out of my room, 
I'll shout for you when I want you again," he said.

With that I gathered my clothes and ran quickly down the 
single flight of stairs to my own room, to get cleaned 
up and reflect on what had just happened. Did he mean it 
about Mom?

***

When Peter arrived home from his work, it was about 4pm. 
My Mom was in the yard tidying up and I was in the 
lounge reading. As soon as I heard Peter walk into the 
hallway, I felt a stirring in my loins. I wondered if he 
would be requiring me to do anything for him today. In 
some ways I hoped not, I hoped that yesterday's events 
would never be mentioned again. Another part of me 
however wanted him to take things further.

Peter opened the lounge door and immediately stopped me 
wondering. "I'm going to my room to freshen-up, be there 
in five minutes and don't keep me waiting," he said 
abruptly. With that he walked out of the room and 
directly upstairs. I waited a couple of minutes, with 
butterflies in my stomach and a sense of great 
excitement. I checked out of the window to ensure Mom 
was still in the yard and then proceeded up to the top 
floor of the house where Peter's room was. I knocked the 
door and waited.

"Come in!" shouted Peter.

I slowly entered the room and firmly shut the door 
behind me. "Do you want it locked?" I asked.

"That's up to you," said Peter, "Do you want others to 
see us yet?" he added.

The `yet' got me worried again. Peter obviously planned 
at some time that what was currently our secret was 
going to be made known to others. Did he still have my 
Mom in mind? I decided to lock the door and having done 
so asked Peter what he wanted.

"Oh, nothing special today," he said, "just a little 
show from you and then we will talk about your Mother." 
Peter sat in the single chair in the corner of his room, 
lit a cigarette and then told me to undress. I asked him 
what he wanted me to take off and he said that it was to 
be everything today. I removed my shirt and shoes and 
then unbuckled my belt and removed my pants. Having done 
so I stood quietly, hoping he would not demand I remove 
all my clothes, although he had already said everything 
should come off.

"The shorts as well," he said. I pulled my shorts to the 
floor and removed them. My dick was fully erect already 
and straining with every pumping of my heart.

"I see you like our little deal," said Peter. He then 
stood up removed his own pants and shorts and sat back 
down in his chair. I could see his dick also fully erect 
and glistening; he was almost ready to cum for god's 
sake. Peter instructed that this time I lay on the floor 
to masturbate. I duly laid down a few feet from his 
chair and started to wank. Slowly at first and then 
gently speeding up. Peter also started to rub his own 
cock.

"Lift your knees and put a finger in your arse," Peter 
instructed. I was truly submissive to this man and 
enjoying every moment of it. I raised my knees to my 
stomach and inserted my index finger into my arse. "No 
finger fuck yourself while you wank," he said. Peter 
himself just continued to wank himself slowly and with 
great control. As I was becoming frantic with the lust 
of the situation he seemed to remain so cool and 
collected.

"What are you thinking of?" he said, "Are you thinking 
of your Mother again?" That's exactly what I was think 
of, my own dear, gorgeous, petite, sexy, Mom. I was 
imagining fucking her hard and fast. I was imagining her 
screams of lust as she begged me to push harder whilst 
at the same time exclaiming how wrong it was that her 
son should be fucking her. I told Peter exactly what I 
was thinking as I pumped harder and faster.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I shouted, as I pumped a 
huge load of semen into the air and down onto myself. 
The first spurts hit my face and hair. The rest rained 
down onto my stomach and chest. I was covered. I started 
to raise myself from the floor but Peter instructed that 
I should remain on the floor. Same as yesterday he 
approached me and continued his own masturbation. He 
continued to pump his straining dick and then came in 
half a dozen long spurts. This time he directed it all 
at my crotch. My dick and balls were drenched in his 
spunk whilst the rest of me dribbled with my own. Once 
again Peter had made no attempt to touch me.

"Now stand up and put your clothes back on," he said.

"Can I clean up first?" I asked.

"No, put your clothes straight on," Peter instructed.

I put my shorts, pants and shirt back on over the top of 
my spunk drenched body. It was slimy and sticky as I 
stood in front of Peter with the mess coming through in 
wet patches.

Peter remained naked from the waist down and sat back 
down in his chair.

"Now we need to talk about your Mother," he said. "I 
want to see you fuck her and I know from your lust-full 
ranting that you want the same."

I made no attempt to pretend otherwise, but said, 
"There's no way I could ever make the move on Mom, what 
he she didn't want it, the whole thing could be a 
disastrous mistake."

"Don't worry," said Peter, here's what you do. "Does 
your Mother ever tidy your room?" he asked.

"Yeah, everyday as she does the rest of the house," I 
said.

"Does see know you read porn?"

"I'm sure she does but as long as I don't leave 
magazines and videos lying around she says nothing about 
it," I responded as my own spunk dribbled down my face.

"Right," he said "take the incest magazine I found you 
wanking over yesterday and make sure you leave it 
somewhere in your room that she will find it. You have 
to make sure however that you `strike while the irons 
hot'. I am taking tomorrow off work so leave the 
magazine for her tomorrow morning and let me know as 
soon as she finds it."

He then said that he wouldn't `require' me anymore 
today,. I returned to my room with the magazine which I 
spent the evening ready over and over whilst fantasizing 
about what was to come and masturbating at least three 
more times before I went to bed.

***

The next morning I thought about what Peter had 
instructed me to do with the incest magazine. Should I 
leave it for my Mom to find? What would be the 
consequences if she genuinely didn't approve of such 
material. I loved my Mom and didn't want to upset our 
relationship just to do what Peter instructed. However 
the possibility that I might get to fuck my Mom was too 
great an attraction. I decided that I would do as 
instructed.

Once I was up I carefully left the magazine under my 
pillow with just a corner exposed. I knew my Mom would 
find it but the thought of her reaction made me so 
nervous as to nearly be sick.

Mom usually tidied the house around 10am and did my room 
last at about 11.00. Just before 11.00, I climbed the 
last flight of stairs onto the top floor from where I 
could look down on my bedroom door through the stair 
rails. From here I could also go to Peters room 
unnoticed.

At just gone 11.00 Mom made her way up the 1st floor 
stairs and into my room. Once she was inside, I quietly 
made my way down the small flight of stairs from the 2nd 
floor and peeked through the door jar into my room. Mom 
was generally tidying around and then vacuumed the rug. 
My heart was beating so fast. She then approached my bed 
and started to straighten the covers. As she did so I 
saw her catch site of the magazine and take it out from 
under my pillow. At first she just put it on the bed. 
Did she think it was just another porn magazine? Would 
she simply slide it under by bed where she must have 
known I kept my other magazines? I couldn't believe the 
tension I felt.

Having finished the bed linen Mom picked up the 
magazine. This was it, the moment of truth. Mom sat down 
on the bed and opened the magazine. Oh my god! I 
thought, my heart raced.

Mom suddenly closed the magazine. She had obviously 
quickly gathered from the text what it depicted - a 
young man fucking his mother. Was she too shocked? She 
looked over her shoulder to satisfy herself that she was 
alone. Just as I thought all was lost, Mom picked the 
magazine back up and started to read.

I quickly retreated upstairs to Peter's room and knocked 
quietly on the door. Peter answered the door and I 
immediately told him that Mom had taken the bait and was 
reading the magazine as we spoke.

"Excellent," he said and led us both quietly back down 
the stairs to spy on my mother.

When we approach my bedroom door we could see that Mom 
was intently reading the incest magazine. As we watched 
she raised her hand to her blouse and gently unbuttoned 
it down to her waist. With her left hand she started to 
caress her nipples through the material of her bra. As 
she read on she was clearly becoming more and more 
turned on. Peter nudged me and smiled. We continued to 
watch as Mom removed her blouse completely and unclipped 
her bra. She let it fall from her small breasts and 
place it on the bed. Both her hands were now caressing 
and pinching her nipples and she lay out stretched on my 
bed and moaned gently.

As Peter and I both became excited by the vision before 
us, we both got our dicks out and started to masturbate. 
I could barely keep myself form spurting then and there 
on the landing.

Mom then stood up and unzipped her jeans. She pushed 
them to the floor and stepped out of them. She lay back 
down on my bed and continued to read the magazine whilst 
her left hand went inside her knickers and started to 
rub her mound. She then turned on her back and, raising 
her knees, proceeded to slide her knickers off with her 
moist cunt in full view of Peter and myself. She then 
pushed two fingers into her cunt and started to frig 
herself as she turned the pages before her.

I started to feel my cum rising. Peter realised and 
grabbed my arm. He whispered to me that now was the 
time. He prompted me to go into my room where my own 
mother was now frantically frigging herself to orgasm on 
my bed. My lust was at boiling point watching Mom's show 
as I stuffed my rock hard dick back into my pants and 
walked boldly in on my Mom.

"My God!" my Mom screamed as she realised, that like 
myself two days before, she had been caught masturbating 
in someone else's room with no time to hide the fact of 
what she had been doing. She grabbed the bed linen 
around her and started to say over and over again how 
sorry she was and how she hadn't meant to be doing what 
she was doing. "Oh god, Oh god," she kept repeating.

I immediately sat down on the bed next to Mom and 
apologised for leaving my porn lying around. "No, no," 
she said, "it was my fault for looking at your private 
stuff. I just couldn't help myself, it was so sexy," she 
said.

"You found that magazine sexy Mom?" I asked. "You liked 
the boy fucking his own mother did you?"

"Oh god, yes," she said, "I couldn't believe it, the 
thought of something so naughty, so risky just got me so 
hot so quickly, I couldn't help myself - I'm so sorry."

I grabbed the bed lien and started to pull it from my 
mother. "It needn't be just fantasy Mom," I said as I 
slowly exposed her hot, naked body. Her pussy was still 
wet from her frigging and her tiny nipples were fully 
erect. She was still totally on heat. I dragged the bed 
line entirely off her and then leaving her fully exposed 
I stood and removed my clothes. She said nothing as I 
got naked and stood before her with my dick as ranging 
hard as it had ever been in my life. Pre-cum was pouring 
from its head.

"We can't do this," she said, "It's so wrong, you're my 
son!"

As she made this vain objection she parted her legs and 
exposed her pussy to me. It was literally dripping. 
Forgetting all about Peter I walked to the head of the 
bed and grabbed the back of Moms head. I thrust me dick 
towards her mouth and forced her lips open with my cock-
head. She obliged and took my full length into her mouth 
and started to frantically suck. I was so turned on I 
came almost instantly gushing my full load into her 
mouth so quickly that it dribbled from the sides of her 
mouth and dribbled onto her breasts. Her mouth was so 
full she was nearly gagging. As I withdrew spunk poured 
from her mouth onto her stomach and down onto her pussy.

I then positioned myself between my Mom's legs and 
started to suck at her cunt. My tongue went deep into 
her body and she screamed at me not to stop. She was 
possessed with lust. As I got instantly hard again I 
position my dick head on my Mom's pussy lips and started 
to enter her petite writhing body. I pushed hard into 
her and started to fuck her. She bucked her hips toward 
me to meet every thrust and clung onto my back with 
clenched fingers.

It was so quick, so frantic and so dirty. My own mother 
was reaching orgasm as I emptied my second load of spunk 
deep inside her body.

Just at the moment of mutual orgasm Peter entered the 
room and my Mom screamed.

"What the fuck are you doing here!?"

Peter looked at me and said, "I told you your horning 
bitch Mother would love to be fucked by her son."

My mother looked at me and swore, "You knew he was 
watching, you set this all up you bastard."

"I m so sorry Mom," I said, "but I just couldn't resist 
you. You are so sexy and I had to have you whatever the 
cost. I needed to fuck you and I think you enjoyed every 
minute of it."

Before Mom could say anything else Peter said, "Stop 
worrying, no one will ever know about our secret."

"Our secret!" shouted Mom. "What the fuck were you doing 
watching?"

Peter's tone changed; "Shut the fuck up women, you 
fucked your son and I watched the whole thing. So now 
you belong to me as much as he does. If you don't like 
that then just say the word and I'll happily tell all to 
your husband. Otherwise get your precious son to explain 
the deal to you and I'll see you both tomorrow." With 
that he turned and left the room.

***

My Mom and me both sat naked on my bed covered in the 
sweat of our first fuck together and in utter silence. 
Peter had made it clear to my Mom that he now considered 
her part of `the deal' and then simply walked out having 
watched our entire fuck session. I didn't know where to 
begin and Mom seemed so shocked by what had just 
happened, between her and me and with Peter, that she 
simple sat there.

I knew I had to say something. I wanted her to know that 
I hadn't set her up just to save myself from Peter 
`spilling the beans' about catching me wanking. I had 
set her up, yes; but it was because I wanted her so bad, 
I thought she was the most gorgeous, sexiest women on 
the planet and the fact that she was my own Mother just 
added to the lust I felt for her. Sure Peter had driven 
the situation but I was a willing partner.

I started to talk and told her that I loved her and that 
I didn't mean to do anything to hurt her. I just wanted 
her so bad and Peter had given me the opportunity.

Mom interrupted me, "So what's this deal you have going 
with Peter, have you done some sort of trade with me?" 
she said.

"No, no," I said, "I wouldn't trade you like some $10 
crack whore. It's just Peter saw an opportunity to make 
it happen."

"What opportunity?" she asked, "Why and how the hell is 
Peter involved in this?"

I knew that I had no choice but to come clean about 
Peter and me. I told my Mom that Peter had caught me in 
his room going through his stuff and had kinda 
blackmailed me into subsequent events.

Mom said, "If all that happened was Peter catching you 
going through is bag then why didn't you tell me, sure 
it's a bad thing to do to a guest, to go through their 
personal belongings, but I wouldn't have been too mad. I 
have to admit that on occasion I have done it myself."

Mom clearly knew there was more to it than just my 
snooping. I decided to tell her everything, from start 
to finish. For god sake we had just fucked each other, 
surely she wasn't going to be too concerned that I had 
been caught wanking over Peter's porn magazines.

I started to recount the events that had led up to us 
fucking. Mom made me go into every detail, how I had re-
acted, how I had frigged m self on command, how I had 
twice left Peter's room dripping in spunk, and finally 
how this had led to Peter and I setting Mom up to find 
the incest magazine and my fucking her. 

Mom was obviously getting turned on again as I re-
countered the story. She asked me what it had been like 
to masturbate in front of a stranger, what it felt like 
to have Peter cum all over me and to describe in detail 
my thoughts of fucking her as I had performed for Peter. 
As I did so right Mom's hand started gently massaging 
her clit whilst her left hand caressed her breasts and 
nipples.

"Oh god, it's just all so sexy," she said, "Just the 
thought of what's been going on under my nose."

I was getting hard again as I recounted my story. Mom 
grabbed by cock and pulled up and down on the shaft.

"Fuck me son, fuck me again, please," she begged. I lend 
across and inserted my index finger into her cunt and 
began to finger fuck her.

"How do you want me?" she said.

I held her small hips and turned her on her stomach. 
"Over the side of the bed, doggy," I responded.

Mom gently slid of the bed and onto her knees with her 
shoulders and arms stretched over the bed. I massaged 
the moisture left from our last fuck over the head of my 
cock and knelt behind her. Her cunt was moist and 
dripping my first load down her inner thigh. Her arse 
hole was beautifully exposed to me. I placed my thumb 
against her arsehole and my dick on her pussy lips. Then 
I inserted my thumb into her beautiful arse and my cock 
into her pussy at the same time. 

Mom bucked at this double penetration, then relaxed and 
let me enter her slowly and softly. Once my dick was 
fully in her she told me to fuck her hard and fast.

"Hard, fast and dirty is how I always want our sex to 
be," she said as I started to pump her frantically. 
"What we've now got together is never going to stop, not 
even when Peter is a distant memory. I love you fucking 
me and I want it to continue. Who knows what adventures 
we may have in the future together and maybe from time 
to time with our paying guests."

I couldn't believe my luck. Not only did Mom want me 
now, in the heat of the moment, she wanted to make it a 
regular thing. I hadn't even considered getting other 
guests involved in the future but Mom's mind was already 
thinking ahead.

I pumped as hard and as fast as I could into my Mom with 
both my dick and thumb. With my other hand I massaged 
her little tits. She bucked and swore as she reached 
orgasm after orgasm. Once again I didn't last long but 
that was the way Mom seemed to like it. I shouted that I 
was cumming.

"Not inside me!" Mom shouted, "I want you to spray my 
back and arse with your spunk. Cover me with your 
juices."

I pulled out and wanked the last few strokes to a 
fantastic orgasm. I couldn't believe how much spunk I 
was producing. Spurt after spurt covered my Moms back 
and arse and dripped down between her thighs.

Mom rolled over and sat on the floor. "We must do 
whatever Peter wants of us during his stay with us," she 
panted, "We can't afford to have him talk to your father 
and spoil everything," she insisted.

As Mom started to get up and gather her clothes I 
couldn't resist taking a leaf from Peter's book. "Don't 
get dressed or cleaned up," I said, "I want you to walk 
out of here and down the corridor to your room just as 
you are, naked and dripping in spunk."

"I can't do that son," she said, "What if any of our 
other guests were to see me?"

"That's the whole point," I said, "The risk of it all, 
and anyway we only have two other guest at the moment so 
the chances of being seen are only small. Now go for it 
Mom and don't run, I want you to walk slowly down the 
corridor, dripping my cum all the way to your room."

Mom did just as instructed and we both then waited in 
anticipation of Peter's next instructions. Hopefully we 
would not have to wait too long.

***

The next morning I went down to breakfast to find Mom in 
the kitchen making coffee. I immediately asked her if 
she had seen Peter and whether he had said anything. She 
said that the only person she had seen that morning was 
Susan Gray and that she was outside sitting in the early 
morning sun having some coffee. Susan was in her late 
twenties and was staying with us for a couple of weeks 
whilst attending a nursing seminar at a local hospital 
complex.

I kissed Mom quickly and whispered that I hadn't been 
able to stop thinking about the events of yesterday.

At that moment Peter entered the room. He sat down at 
the kitchen table and Mom and I politely said "Good 
Morning." We were both a little embarrassed because we 
didn't know how Peter was going to treat us or whether 
we should mention the situation. My Mom passed Peter a 
mug of coffee and then wandered back over to the sink, 
which had a window in front looking out over the yard.

Then Peter spoke, "Has your son explained the `deal'?, 
he enquired of my mother.

Mom sheepishly turned round to face both Peter and I, 
she glanced at me for approval and then said that I had 
indeed explained the deal and that under the 
circumstances she was prepared to go along with it under 
the condition that Peter said nothing to my Father.

"A very wise move," Peter said, "I'm sure neither you, 
nor your son will regret it and as an honourable man you 
have my word that your husband will not get to hear of 
our agreement." He went onto say, "I suggest we start 
right now!"

"What do you mean right now?, said Mom, "its breakfast 
time and I still have to tidy round, and Susan Gray is 
still here, and..." Peter raised his hand to stop her.

"The deal is, as I am sure your son told you, that you 
do what I want when I want. I don't tolerate excuses or 
objections. Now I shall ask you once again:-Do you 
understand and accept the deal?"

Mom responded sheepishly that she did and that she would 
not argue with Peter's instructions again.

"Right," said Peter, "then as I said, we shall start 
right now."

He turned to me and told me to fuck my Mother then and 
there.

"What on the kitchen floor?" I asked.

"No," he said, "Standing at the kitchen sink. You will 
fuck her from behind, bent over the sink."

"What if Susan comes back into the kitchen?" I said.

"That's your risk," Peter said, "Not mine. Now proceed 
as your are instructed."

I walked the few paces to my mother who looked into my 
eyes and then submissively turned to face out of the 
kitchen window. I held her shoulders and could feel her 
trembling with a mixture of excitement and fear, 
presumably of being seen by Susan. I checked through the 
window and Susan seemed quite settled in the yard. I 
figured we had plenty of time and my cock was already 
straining to be set free from my pants.

"Lift your Mother's skirt up around her waist and pull 
her knickers down to her knees," Peter instructed, "Do 
not remove them!" he added.

I did as instructed. My Mom stood quite still as I 
exposed her small arse and thighs to Peter's gaze. I 
gently pushed her forward over the sink, unzipped my fly 
and pulled out by cock.

I looked over to Peter for his approval to proceed. He 
nodded slightly and I turned back to Mom and slowly 
pushed my cock head into her pussy. Her knees bent as I 
entered her but I grabbed her hips and lifted her back 
up. I then proceed to fuck her slowly and firmly. Mom 
was really too petite to be fucked over the sink, with 
each thrust her feet nearly lifted from the floor. This 
however made my penetration deeper and deeper. It was so 
good.

Mom started to ride my dick, pushing herself back onto 
me as I thrust into her. She moaned, "Fuck me, fuck 
me..." over and over as my pumping increased in speed. I 
could feel my spunk started to build in my balls.

Peter could see that I was building to orgasm and 
suddenly said "Stop!"

"Take your dick out, I have a new game for you today."

I pulled my cock out as instructed. 

Mom begged, "Please, not yet, don't stop yet, please..."

"Oh, he hasn't finished, don't worry," said Peter. 
"Spread your arse cheeks," he instructed mom, "I want to 
see your arsehole, spread them wide.."

Mom put her hands behind her and grabbed her pert 
cheeks, spreading her arse as wide as she could. She was 
once again possessed by the situation.

"Now you will fuck your dear little mom's arse," Peter 
said.

Mom immediately objected that she was too small to take 
my dick up her arse. "It will never fit, it will hurt, 
please not my arse, don't fuck my arse..."

I gently pushed her forward again. I knew from her 
reaction that Mom had liked my thumbing her arse during 
our fuck session the previous day. I would take it easy 
and gently but she would take my cock, whether or not 
she thought she could. There was a tub of butter on the 
kitchen dresser. I reached over and grabbed a handful 
between my fingers and proceeded to lubricate my dick.

"Don't worry Mom," I said. "I'll be gentle, just relax 
and enjoy it."

"What if Susan comes in?" Mom said, "What if she were to 
see us, what..."

"Stop worrying, let's just do it, it's so sexy," I said.

I proceeded to place my cock against Mom's arse and 
started to push gently. She was so tight and tense but 
against the sink she had nowhere to go. Suddenly my cock 
sunk in to her arse. She yelped like a little puppy and 
asked me to go real easy. I gently and slowly pushed 
further in until my cock was embedded up to the hilt in 
my Moms little arse. Then I started to pump slowly back 
and forth. Mom was in ecstasy. She was writhing and 
moaning, "oh god, oh god, yes, fuck my arse, fuck my 
little arse, god I love it..."

Mom orgasmed within a couple of minutes. Her pussy was 
dripping with her juices, so much that it was running 
down her legs and leaving wet patches on the kitchen 
floor. I started to get near to my own orgasm and 
shouted out that I was cumming. Once again Peter stopped 
me.

"Stop, take it out again," he instructed.

"I can't, I can't!" I said, "I'm going to cum."

"Take it out now!" Peter shouted, "You'll do exactly as 
I say or the deals off and I 'spill the beans'."

I reluctantly pulled out again. I was ready to burst, my 
dick throbbing with excitement.

"Now," Peter said calmly, "you will cum in your mothers 
knickers. Pull them open and jack off into them."

Mom's knickers were around the tops of her knees as 
Peter had instructed. I held the top of the knickers and 
pulled them open to expose the gusset. I then proceed to 
jack myself. It took no more than three pumps before I 
started to empty my balls. A huge amount of cum shot and 
spurted in the open gusset of the knickers. So much so 
that it started to stain through and leek out of the 
sides. I pumped every last drop I had into them. I then 
collapsed back into a chair, exhausted and totally 
spent.

Mom was still moaning from her orgasm. Peter then got up 
and walked over behind Mom. She raised her head but look 
so exhausted herself that she didn't seem to care what 
Peter was going to do. Peter, as usual, had no intention 
of actually touching Mom. He took his cock out of his 
pants and also jacked himself into Mom's knickers. By 
the time he had finished her knickers was overflowing 
with two huge loads of spunk. Peter then did himself 
backup and sat down again.

"Right, now pull up your knickers," he instructed.

"I can't," she replied, "there full of mess, it will get 
everywhere."

I knew Peter would not take no for an answer and so did 
Mom. She looked at him and totally humiliated slowly 
pulled her knickers back up. Our spunk dribbled out the 
gusset and down her thighs. As she got them up you could 
see the stains appear as the cum spread around her pussy 
lips and arse.

I suddenly noticed that Susan had got up out of her 
chair, picked up her mug and was walking towards the 
kitchen door. Mom quickly pulled her skirt back into 
place and made for the hallway.

"Where are you going?" Peter asked.

"To get cleaned up and changed before Susan sees me," 
Mom replied. "No you're not. You will go about your 
business in the kitchen and offer Susan another coffee," 
Peter said.

At that moment Susan entered the room. Mom asked her if 
she would like another coffee. Susan said she would and 
sat down at the kitchen table. Mom started to get her 
coffee whilst Peter and I watched in silence. We could 
both see the cum running down her legs and onto the 
floor. Would Susan see it? Would she ever guess what it 
was?

At one point so much was running down Mom's leg that she 
had to wipe it with her fingers. She then picked up 
Susan's coffee and passed it to her at the table. Susan 
then obviously noticed Mom's legs and was clearly 
confused as to what the sticky mess on them was. At that 
very moment she must have got a whiff of spunk and sex 
from Mom's hand has she took the coffee cup from her. I 
was watching Susan intently. I noticed the sudden 
realisation in her mind of what it was on Mom's hand and 
legs. She said nothing, merely thanks for the coffee. 
She then said that she would have to rush or be late for 
work, and then got up and left the kitchen.

"That was so embarrassing," said Mom, "She saw the mess, 
she knew what it was.."

"So what," said Peter. "She didn't seem upset, or 
shocked. I bet she's in her room right now, imagining 
how you got cum everywhere and assuming it must have 
been mine. She would never even consider it was your own 
son's as well. Now you go and get cleaned up."

Mom then left the room.

Peter got up and walked to the door. As he left he 
turned to me and said "How would you like to see Susan 
fuck your Mom with a strap-on?"

"You're kidding," I said.

"Then you'll just have to wait and see," he said and 
walked out of the room.

***

Two days later Mom and I were sat in the kitchen in the 
evening, drinking some wine. Peter was upstairs and our 
other two house guests, Susan and John Jackson, a 
travelling salesman, were out. Susan at a bar with some 
of her nursing colleagues and Mr. Jackson probably at 
some nearby strip joint. Mom and I had always thought 
him a little seedy but he stayed regularly, kept himself 
to himself, his room tidy and paid on time, so we 
figured whatever he did in his spare time was his 
concern.

Mom and I were quietly talking about the events of the 
last few days and, I guess, trying to make sure that 
each of us was happy with the way things were going. Mom 
said that she was concerned at how easily she found it 
to submit herself to Peters will, but at the same time 
loved being dominated by him during our mutual sex 
sessions. She said the fact that I was involved made her 
feel safe and that she liked the way Peter had never 
actually touched either of us.

"But Mom," I said, "What if Peter were to involve anyone 
else?, Would that spoil things?" I had in mind Peter's 
comments that he was going to get Susan involved in our 
little games and wanted to be sure how Mom felt about 
such things, without being specific.

"Oh, I don't know about that, let's just see how it goes 
shall we?" she said.

A few moments latter Peter came into the kitchen sat 
down and politely asked if he could have some wine with 
us. Outside of our sexual encounters, Peter was always 
the perfect gentleman. You would never believe that he 
could suddenly become so dominant and do such things to 
us as he had done.

Mom poured him a glass and made general conversation. I 
could see that Peter was waiting for a moment to take 
things further with us and seemed to be getting Mom in a 
relaxed mood first. An hour and two bottle of wine 
latter, Peter bought up the topic of our kitchen session 
two mornings previously. He asked Mom he she liked my 
fucking her arse and both he and I filling her knickers 
with two huge loads of spunk. Mom replied that it had 
been fantastic and especially exciting with Susan only a 
few feet away, sat in the yard. Mom mentioning Susan 
pushed Peter on.

"And what about handing Susan her coffee with fresh cum 
on your hand and dripping down your legs?, he asked, 
"You knew she realised what it was, didn't you?"

"Yes," said Mom. "I knew, she knew and it both 
frightened me and turned me on at the same time."

"Do you like Susan?" Peter asked Mom.

"What do you mean `like'?" she replied.

"You know exactly what I mean, would you have liked 
Susan to get involved the other day? What he she had 
said something afterwards, what would you have done."

"I don't know what I would have done, but I think I 
would have been happy for something to happen," mom 
said.

"Right," said Peter looking directly at Mom, "this is 
what's going to happen next. I have decided that you and 
Susan certainly will take things further. You will have 
a seriously dirty fuck session with Susan and you will 
do it in front of both your son and me. Any problems 
with that?"

Mom said, "You assume that Susan will want sex with me 
and even more importantly that she will be prepared to 
do it in front of strangers and what about my boy? How 
on earth can I let Susan know that I fuck my own Son! 
No, no it really won't work, its going too far."

"Trust me," Peter replied, "by the time Susan is on the 
verge of orgasm with you she will accept almost anything 
and by that time it will be too late anyway, I will have 
you both on camera. She will have to do as I say. I have 
already considered a plan. Your son and I will pretend 
that we are going to shoot some pool in town. This will 
be tomorrow night when Mr. Jackson is out. 

"I know Susan will be here because she told me she had 
some studying to do. Once we leave you will engage Susan 
in conversation and bring up the events of the other 
Morning. I shall leave it to you to take it from there. 
When things are getting going you will turn on the light 
in my room, which will be the signal for us to come back 
into the house. Is that all clear?"

"Yes, okay," Mom replied, "I will give it a go but it 
may not work out."

Peter seemed annoyed at her attitude. "It will work out. 
I remind you that you have no choice, so make sure you 
get it right and that you give us a good show. I'll take 
over from there. Don't you dare fuck up," he warned.

When Peter had wandered back upstairs, mom said she had 
never been so nervous about anything and didn't know if 
she could go through with it. "How can I fuck another 
women let alone tell her about us?" she asked.

"Mom," I said. "After what we've got into over the past 
few days this will be a breeze and like Peter said, once 
he's trapped Susan on camera she'll agree to the `deal' 
just like we did. You know how good at this Peter seems 
to be. Go for it and I'll look out for you, I promise."

The next evening during dinner Peter made a point of 
mentioning that he and I were going into town later. 
After dinner, Mr. Jackson duly went out and Susan 
excused herself saying she had some work to catch up 
with and that she would be in her room if anyone phoned 
for her.

Peter turned to mom and told her that it was now up to 
her to do as told. Mom latter explained to us how she 
had approached Susan.

She said that Susan had come back downstairs to get some 
books she had left in the lounge and found mom sitting 
in an armchair. Mom had deliberately looked glum and 
worried in the hope that Susan would notice and ask if 
there was a problem. Sure enough Susan did indeed notice 
and had sat down on the sofa opposite and said, "Is 
something bothering you? You don't look to happy."

Mom looked as embarrassed and scared as she could act. 
"I can't get the other morning, in the kitchen, out of 
my head" she said.

"What do you mean?" Susan innocently replied.

"I think you know what I mean," mom replied, "It was 
obvious that you realised something had been going on, I 
could see by the look on your face. Yet since you have 
said nothing about it I have been frantic with worry as 
to what you might do and who you might talk to, even my 
husband."

"Don't worry," said Susan, "Sure I realised as soon as I 
got that pungent smell from your hand as you passed me 
coffee that you had been having sex. I had already 
noticed the mess on your legs and wondered what on earth 
it might be. Then with the smell of your hand it all 
clicked! You had just had sex and since only Peter and 
your son were there it must have been with Peter. You 
must have cut it close. Your son could easily have 
caught you. Do you like living dangerously?"

"I knew you realised what had happened," mom said, 
"Forget my son catching me, I nearly got caught by you."

"But I was in the yard," Susan said.

"I know, I know, but you see, well... we were fucking in 
the kitchen, over the sink right in front of the window. 
You could have come in at any time," mom said, carefully 
leaving out the fact that it was actually me rather than 
Peter who had been in her up to the hilt of my cock.

"You really do like it dangerous, don't you, well I can 
assure you there is no need to worry about me telling 
anyone, what you do is your business. I have to say I 
found it rather sexy when I realised what it was all 
over your legs and hand. Didn't you even have time to 
clean?" Susan asked.

"No," replied mom, "you very nearly walked in on us. 
Tell me what would you have done if you had?"

"Well I couldn't have done anything, your son must have 
been somewhere in the house."

"But what if he wasn't, what if you had just caught me 
having sex with Peter?

Would you have done anything?" mom asked.

Susan was beginning to feel a little sexy at the thought 
of what she had just missed seeing. "Well, maybe I would 
have said something or watched or... who knows! You just 
can't tell what might happen in a situation like that," 
Susan said, "It's certainly a sexy thought, I have to 
say."

Mom realised that Susan's thoughts had turned to the 
events of that morning and that she was imagining the 
scene of mom being fucked over the kitchen sink. Mom 
decided to open her legs a little and exposed her 
knickers to Susan to see if there was a reaction. Susan 
did notice and then looking at mom she smiled.

"You know," said mom, "it crossed my mind what a shame 
it was you didn't catch us. Now that really would have 
been sexy."

"You think?" said Susan.

"Oh yes, you know you are really a very attractive girl 
Susan, I have thought so ever since you arrived."

It was now or never for mom and the plan. She got up and 
said she was just going to grab a bottle of wine from 
the Kitchen and asked if Susan would like some. Susan 
said that she should be studying but on the other hand a 
quick glass of wine would be nice. Mom headed for the 
kitchen, grabbed some glasses, the wine from the fridge 
and then before going back into the lounge she pulled 
her knickers down and off, throwing them onto the 
kitchen table.

Mom re-entered the lounge, poured two glasses of wine, 
passed one to Susan and then sat down in front of her 
again. This time she sat on the edge of the chair and 
made sure that her pussy was in full view for Susan 
should she look.

Susan smiled, and said jokingly, "What the hell happens 
in your kitchen?"

"What do you mean?" said mom.

"Well it seems to me that whenever you go in there you 
lose your knickers," she said looking directly at my 
mom's pussy.

"Do you like it Susan, do you like to see me exposed, 
would you have liked to have seen more the other day? I 
think you would have Susan. I could see it in your face 
that morning, you were hot as you left the kitchen in 
such a rush. What did you do Susan? Did you think about 
it more when you got to your room?

Did you get turned on Susan? Did you touch yourself?"

Moms frantic questioning was making Susan think of 
nothing else but her thoughts that morning and the moist 
pussy that mom was now exposing to her across the room.

"I think you'd like to take this further Susan? Wouldn't 
you Susan?" mom demanded.

Susan was sinking into a feeling of lust. "Oh yes, I 
would," she murmured, "I wanted to see more then in the 
kitchen and I want to see more now," She said.

Mom started to unbuttoned her blouse and exposed a 
little white cotton bra. Her small breasts were flushed 
and her little nipples standing out through the 
material. She took her blouse off and unclipped her bra. 
Slowly she slid it down her arms and let it drop to the 
floor. She sat there in just a skirt and looked at 
Susan.

"Still like what you see Susan?" she asked. "I like to 
be dominant," she lied, "would you like me to be 
dominant with you Susan?"

Susan was light headed with the lust she was feeling as 
Mom undressed before her. "Oh god yes... yes please... 
tell me what you want me to do," Susan whispered 
submissively.

"First Susan, remove your jeans and knickers," Mom said.

Susan rose to her feet and unbuttoning her jeans slide 
them and her knickers to the floor. She stepped out of 
them and remained standing in just a white T-shirt.

"Now Susan, kneel on the sofa with your back to me. I 
want to see you cunt and your arse fully exposed."

Susan did as she was asked. "What now?" she said.

"Now I want to see you frig yourself Susan. I want to 
see your hand between your legs with your fingers in 
your pussy. I want you to rub, hard and fast and I want 
you to talk to me about what you want me to do to you as 
you bring yourself off," mom instructed.

Susan obeyed and started to rub her pussy with her right 
hand. She pinched and rubbed her clit and pumped fingers 
in and out of her cunt which started to drip with juice.

"Talk to me Susan, talk to me," said Mom.

"Oh god, this is so dirty," said Susan, "I have never 
done anything in front of a stranger before, I've never 
been ordered to perform. I've never been with a women 
before. This is so good, so dirty, I want you to watch 
me, I want you to see me frigging myself to orgasm, I 
want you to see me exposed, oh god, oh YES! I'm cumming! 
I'm cumming!"

Susan's pussy started to dribble down her legs as she 
came in the most wonderful orgasm she could remember. 
She collapsed face down on the sofa, murmuring.

"We haven't finished yet Susan," said Mom. "Wait here." 
With that Mom left the room and went into the kitchen. 
She returned quickly carrying something behind her back, 
which she quickly put at the side of her chair. Susan 
didn't see what it was. Mom removed her skirt and sat 
back down entirely naked.

"Now Susan, crawl over here to me on your hand and 
knees."

Susan slid of the sofa and crawled as instructed over to 
mom. "Now lick my pussy Susan, bring me off with your 
tongue and with your fingers," she said.

Susan placed her head between mom's legs and started to 
lick her clit and pussy for all she was worth.

"Be frantic Susan," said Mom, "in this house we like our 
sex quick and harsh and dirty. Do you understand?"

Susan didn't answer, she just worked her tongue harder 
and faster against mom's pussy lips. Her face was now 
covered in mom's wetness.

"Put some fingers in my pussy Susan," mom said. She 
moved right to the edge of the chair and added, "and get 
a finger in my arse, I like my arse being fucked Susan."

As Susan did what she was told, mom reached to the side 
of her chair and picked up what she had got from the 
kitchen. It was a fat carrot, a good seven inches long. 
Mom reached over Susan's back and simply stuffed the 
carrot into her cunt without any warning. She was quite 
rough but not violent with it.

"What the fuck?!" exclaimed Susan.

"Shut up and keep frigging me, you bitch. Go on bring me 
off, fuck me, fuck me!" shouted mom and she pumped the 
vegetable in and out of Susan's dripping cunt. Mom was 
reaching her orgasm at the same time as Susan was 
reaching her second. Both of them came together, pumping 
and frigging and screaming and dripping with cum.

They both collapsed in a heap on the floor.

"Fuck that was great!" said Susan.

"It doesn't have to finish yet," said mom, "let's go 
upstairs, there's more I want from you yet."

She took Susan's hand and, grabbing their clothes, lead 
her upstairs into my mom's room.

"Wait here," said mom. With that she quickly ran up the 
single flight of stairs to Peter's room and switched on 
the light, before returning to Susan.

Peter and I, waiting outside, saw mom's signal. We 
quietly entered the house through the kitchen door and 
saw mom's knickers on the table. The plan was obviously 
working...

***

Peter and I made our way quietly up to the second floor. 
We crept along the landing and looked through the crack 
of the semi-open door into Mom's room. Susan was sat on 
the bed, still dressed in only a white cotton T-shirt. 
Mom was sat on the bed, naked and with her pussy towards 
the door.

Peter looked at me and whispered, "Your mom is great. 
It's all going to plan. This is going to be good."

Susan, sat in the chair, started to rub her pussy and 
clit and said to my mom, "This is fantastic. I couldn't 
believe we would get it on together but after the 
kitchen the other day I have been thinking about nothing 
else. What would you think, if we waited for Peter to 
return and see if he wants to fuck you again. I could 
watch and then maybe we could all fuck together. What do 
you think?"

"Peter doesn't fuck he just watches and controls," mom 
blurted out.

Hearing this Peter looked quickly at me and whispered, 
"Fuck, she's blown it!"

"What do you mean?" said Susan, "I know he fucked you in 
the kitchen the other morning. You said."

"It wasn't Peter!" mom replied quietly.

"It must have been Peter," said Susan, "Mr. Jackson was 
out. I know, I saw him leave and the only other person 
in the house was your son."

Mom just looked Susan straight in the eye and said 
nothing. Susan stared back. You could almost hear her 
mind ticking over! The possibilities suddenly dawned on 
her.

"If it wasn't Peter and it can't have been Mr. Jackson 
then it could only have been your...," Susan broke off 
in mid sentence. "Your son!" she continued, "my god it 
was your son wasn't it!?"

Mom just remained quiet.

"You fucked your own son?" asked Susan loudly. "My god, 
it was your own son!" she repeated.

"Yes, yes.. it was my own son's spunk that your saw down 
my legs," admitted mom, "and Peter's for god's sake."

"Hold on! just hold on here!" exclaimed Susan, "Are you 
saying that the other morning when I was in the yard, 
not ten feet away, you allowed your own son to fuck you 
over the kitchen sink and that Peter joined in as well?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying Susan," replied mom.

Peter turned to me again and said "Your stupid mother 
has blown it. Susan knows the whole scene and I haven't 
got her trapped on camera yet. For fuck sake, she can 
just walk away now if she wants."

Susan was looking worried. "They don't know about us do 
they?" she asked mom frantically.

"I'm sorry Susan," said mom, "yes they know. It was 
Peter's idea! He figured that you were turned on the 
other morning and told me to take things further with 
you. Don't get me wrong though. I wanted to. I wanted to 
involve you because I thought you were so sexy."

I realised that Mom wanted to get it on with Susan and 
involve her in our games but on honest terms. She didn't 
want to trick poor Susan into having to do something 
just because Peter got here on film. She had taken a 
chance that Susan would be willing and gone with her 
instinct.

Peter and I once again looked at each other. We realised 
that Susan would either go for it or storm out and then 
god knows what would happen.

It seemed like an eternity before anyone spoke again. 
The mom said, "So what do you think now Susan? Now know 
that I have been fucking my own son under Peter's 
control and now you and I have also fucked together. 
What do you want now Susan? Do you want in or what?"

"What if I don't?" asked Susan.

"That's up to you," mom replied, "I just hope and pray 
that you do or at the very least you can forgive me and 
not tell anyone what I have told you. It's up to you 
Susan. It's your own free choice."

Susan sat quietly for a few moments and then her hand 
slowly moved back to her pussy and started to gently rub 
again. "Where are they now?" she asked, "your son and 
Peter? Did they really go to play pool or do they know 
what's going on here?"

Peter waited. He clearly knew that this was now out of 
his control. It was Susan's and only Susan's choice.

Susan continued, "As long as I'm safe and you are going 
to be discreet, then I'm on for this, but how do I know 
I can trust you? This is serious shit! How did Peter get 
involved with you and your son? Have you and your son 
been fucking for long?"

"You'll be perfectly safe with us Susan," mom assured 
her, "we are not likely to spill the beans or else me 
and my son will be in deep shit, wouldn't we."

"I suppose you would, but how is Peter involved in all 
this?" she persisted.

Mom proceeded to tell the whole story to Susan in the 
most graphic detail, right from the start. As she did so 
Peter and I could see that Susan was taking it all in 
and getting extremely excited as the story was told, as 
was Mom who had started frigging herself as she gave 
Susan all the details.

I decided to make the move. For once Peter seemed a 
little lost since he wasn't in direct control. I walked 
directly into mom's room and Peter followed.

Mom didn't flinch. She just looked briefly at me and 
then turned to Susan and continued to masturbate herself 
openly.

Susan was so cool. She didn't cover herself. She didn't 
jump. She just looked straight at me and said "So you 
been fucking your mother have you, you naughty boy."

Peter, realising that he had to grab control now or 
never, quickly answered for me, "Yes he has, and now 
you've also fucked her. I made it all happen and I'm not 
going to let it stop now. Do you all agree to continue 
to do as I say?"

Susan looked at Peter as much as to say, "why should I 
do as I'm told by you, a stranger?"

Peter addressed her directly and explained that if Mom 
and I broke our deal to do as he said then he would tell 
dad and that if Susan wasn't in on the deal then it was 
off and she would be responsible for the outcome.

I figure he was bluffing but mom turned to Susan and 
begged her to go along with Peter. "Please Susan," she 
said, "do it for me and my son. I don't want my husband 
to know of this. It would finish us."

Susan looked at my mom, then at me and finally turned to 
Peter. After what seemed like an age she said, "okay, 
I'll do as you say, I'll join your little deal but only 
as long as it involves nothing violent."

"Agreed," said Peter. He was now strutting his usual 
confidence. He knew he was back in control.

"Well since we are all here I suggest we go for it right 
now," he said looking at my mom, "we missed you two 
getting it on," he said to Mom and Susan, "so you can 
now put on a show for us. Wait here I have a surprise 
for you."

Peter left the room and dashed up stairs. He returned 
less than a minute later carrying the strap-on dildo I 
had seen in his bag on the day he arrived.

He held the dildo out and said to Susan, "this dildo has 
been with me on my travels for the past two years. It 
has been used by and on over thirty women in similar 
situations to that, that you are now in. It's clean but 
well used and will now be further used by you Susan."

Peter threw the dildo onto the floor in front of Susan 
and told her to put it on. Susan bent to the floor to 
pick it up and we then all watched as she tried to put 
it on. She clearly didn't have a clue how it clipped on 
and fumbled with the buckles.

Peter's tone changed, "Get it on bitch," he shouted, 
"It's not fucking difficult."

Susan quickly concentrated and got it on. She stood in 
the middle of the floor, still in her white T-shirt and 
with the seven inch dildo standing proud and erect from 
her crutch. "Now what?" she asked.

"What the hell do you think?" Peter replied, "You are 
going to fuck our little landlady here. You are going to 
fuck her hard and you are going to fuck her in the arse. 
Do you understand?"

Susan looked at mom, seeking approval. Mom had continued 
masturbating herself throughout the conversation and was 
wet with lust. "Yes, fuck me Susan, fuck me in the arse 
with your lovely dildo cock," she said.

"Oh, I'm going to fuck you alright," she said, "You got 
me involved in this, you wanted to fuck me, you seduced 
me, you fucked my cunt with a carrot for god's sake, now 
it's my turn. Now get on your hand and knees. I'm going 
to fuck your arse so hard you'll beg for mercy."

Peter seemed very turned on by Susan's dominant attitude 
to mom. He dropped his pants and shorts and exposed his 
erect dick. It was so engorged with lust that it looked 
bigger than I had ever seen it. He removed the rest of 
his clothes and stood by the door, rubbing his dick and 
massaging his pre-cum into the head.

"Take your clothes off," he instructed me. "I want to 
see you wanking yourself as your mother gets-arse fucked 
by Susan."

I did as I was told and Susan just watched as I stripped 
off and stood next to Peter with my dick in hand.

Realising all was ready Susan knelt down behind my 
mother, who was now looking so small and scared. Her 
petite body made her look so innocent and fragile as 
Susan'' dildo cock approached her arse.

"Lubricate me, please, lubricate me first," begged mom.

"No!" said Susan, "You wanted it, now you can have it 
hard and rough, just like you like it."

Susan grabbed moms shoulders and pushed the dildo 
against her arse. He simply kept on pushing as mom 
screamed out that it was too big. Susan told her to shut 
up and pushed so hard the dildo burst into mom's arse.

Mom screamed out, "God, no, please, oh god it hurts, 
please go slow, go gentle."

Susan was possessed. She simply started to pump the 
dildo in and out of mom's arse so hard and fast. Mom 
screamed and gasped in lust and the pleasure and the 
pain ran through her small body.

"Go over and wank over your mother," Peter instructed 
me.

I was so hard, I walked over to mom and knelt in front 
of her. She looked at me with a mixture of lust and pain 
from the pounding her arse was taking. I didn't give her 
time to speak. I rammed by cock into her mouth and 
started fucking her face for all I was worth. Mom was 
coming and so was I. As she bucked herself against 
Susan's cock, she started shuddering in orgasm. At the 
same time I started pumping my cum into her mouth. After 
three bursts I pulled out and sprayed the remainder of 
my cum into her face and hair. Susan then pulled the 
dildo roughly out of mom's arse. Mom gave a final scream 
and collapsed to the floor, totally spent.

Susan ripped the dildo off and started to frantically 
rub at her pussy lips and clit. She was swearing and 
shouting in ecstasy as she rolled on the floor, hand 
fucking herself. Her thighs and hand were covered in her 
own juices as she stuck a finger of her other hand up 
her own arse and pumped herself front and back to a 
moaning orgasm.

As the whole scene subsided we all looked at Peter. Did 
he approve of our performance?

He was near to cumming himself but still frighteningly 
in control. Who would he chose?

He walked towards me. I expected the usual, that he 
would spunk all over me. Peter made me kneel but this 
time he told me to open my mouth. I did so. He stuffed 
his cock in my mouth and started fucking my face.

"Look at you son," he said to my mother, "look at your 
lovely son being faced fucked by another man. Do you 
like that, do you?"

Mom looked up from the floor, "Oh yes," she groaned, 
"fuck him, fuck his face. Cum all over him Peter, 
humiliate him! Go on spray all over him!" she moaned.

Peter pumped a few more times and then started to cum. 
He pulled out and started spraying my face and hair with 
so much spunk it ran down my face and body. When he 
finished spurting he wiped his cock in my hair and then 
wandered back towards the door.

"You have all done very well, this evening," he said, 
"especially you Susan. We would make a good team, you 
and me."

"Thanks," she said, "If I have pleased you, may I ask a 
favour?"

"What is it?" Peter said.

"Can I use these two," she said looking dismissively at 
me and mom, "Can I make them do what I want when you are 
not around, Peter?"

Peter thought for a moment, "Yes," he said, "When I 
don't want them then you may instruct them as you see 
fit under the terms of my deal. If they don't like it 
tell me and I will deal with it. But remember, when I 
want you all then I am in charge." He spoke as though my 
mother and I were irrelevant.

"Thank you," said Susan.

With that Peter left the room and we heard him go 
upstairs to his room.

Susan turned to my mother and said, "I'm glad you 
involved me in this little deal of yours. I think I'm 
going to enjoy my stay here and believe me, if you think 
Peter has made you take risks, then just wait to see 
what I have in mind for you both."

Susan then also left the room. Mom reached up and hugged 
me to her. She kissed my lips, still covered in Peter's 
spunk and said, "where on earth is this going to take 
us?"

"I don't know mom," I said, as I rolled on top of her 
and sunk my dick deep into her pussy.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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