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(MF-teens/F, underage, inc, threesome, voy) *** It was quite a shock to my system to find my sister naked in the living room. I almost fainted, so quickly did the blood rush from my head into my dick. For speed of tumescence, naked siblings are tops. Of course, my appearance had the opposite effect on her. As her gaze met mine, her hands, which had been between her legs, flew to cover her breasts. Her legs, which had been splayed wide, snapped shut so hard her knees bounced. And her color, which had been a sexy red flush, turned a ghostly pale. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" she yelled. "How dare you stare at me like that? What are you doing home anyway?" How typical. I catch her jacking off naked in the living room and she yells like it's my fault. "Fuck you!" I yelled back. Stunning repartee, I know, but it somehow leapt easily to mind. "Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you, you pervert!" "Hey, I'm not the one masturbating here in the living room for the world to see!" "Like you never have?" she snorted, "'Little Boy Perfect', never whacks off!" "If I didn't, I sure would now." That left her open- mouthed and staring and (for once) silent. I escaped upstairs, leaving her to try to recover her shredded dignity. Also, I WAS going to jack off! Minutes later, I was naked and on my bed. My shaft jutted skyward, begging for relief. As I stroked my rod, I had my eyes shut tight, recreating in my mind's eye Karen's surprisingly full tits, her golden-hued pubic patch. I imagined her hands, instead of covering her nips, lifting them up, first to mine, then to her own lips. I could almost feel... A draft? What the! CLICK-whirrrrrr! "Gotcha!" Karen bounded from the room, now clad in a white terry-cloth robe, a Polaroid camera in one hand, an about-to-be embarrassing photo in the other. It took me about 30 seconds to hop into my jeans. Most of that was being careful not to zip up my still-hard rod. Then I stormed down the hall, ready to tear her room apart to find that photo. But as I burst into her room (by now you've probably figured out that our bedroom doors don't lock), Karen was just sitting quietly on her bed. "Okay, bitch!" I growled, but stopped short when I saw the strange look on her face. "What's wrong?" "It's so big," she whispered. Then I noticed she was staring at the photo. In an uncharacteristic bit of modesty I said, "Not SO big. It's only seven inches or so." "But Bobby's is so dinky compared to yours." Bobby was her studly jock boyfriend, though apparently not so studly. Then she looked up suddenly with a gleam in her eye. "Let me see it!" I could say I refused. I could say I turned around and left the house without an incestuous thought. But why lie? I just unzipped (carefully) and basked in her admiration. Karen slid off the bed onto her knees in front of me. Closer.... "It looks so nice..." Closer... "And so big..." Closer... "So... tasty looking." BINGO!! She inhaled me. My knees buckled from the sudden onslaught of pleasure and I grabbed the back of her head. She bathed my shaft right fine, 'throating me in no time. I don't know where she'd learned to handle it (not from Bobby), but she did me like a pro. Her frantic tongue whipped the underside of my shaft. Her tonsils cuddled the head like a pussy. Her nose was buried in my pubic hair. After 5 brain-numbing minutes, however, she slid back up onto the bed, opening her robe and cooing, "You know, I never came when you interrupted me so rudely." "A thousand pardons, madam," I said, kneeling at her feet and parting her knees. "Allow me to rectify that." Oh, sweet snatch! I love sucking pussy, even when it's a little funky and tastes it. But Sis was so nice, clean, juicy and tasty that I was in Seventh Cunnilingus Heaven. My enthusiasm must have showed in my tonguing, because soon Karen's heels were drumming on my back, her head was rolling and her red-tipped fingers were mashing her tits together and squeezing her nipples. There's nothing so hot as looking up at a girl's face, framed by her tits, as you eat her pussy! Pretty soon her mewling became more of a deep-throated growl. Then, without further warning, she sat straight up, grabbed the back of my head, ground her pussy against my face and shuddered silently through her orgasm. After she had let go and flopped back onto the bed, I caught my breath preparatory to climbing up and fucking her brains out. Just as I got up, we heard the front door open and our Mom call, "hello?" as she returned from her waitressing job. I grabbed my jeans and skedaddled into the john, the only door upstairs that did lock, and started a shower. As the warm water cascaded around me, I picked up the soap and began to jack off again, extremely frustrated. I had been THAT close. Mom called, "hi!" again from the hall. I grunted back at her, finished myself off, stalked to my room and fell asleep. Had I but known what was going on I wouldn't have gone to bed so frustrated. As it was, I never did again. But Karen filled me in on what happened later. *** After calling out to me in the shower, Mom proceeded to Karen's room. She knew something was up as soon as she walked in. She smelled S-E-X in the air, and Karen was wrapped up in her robe again, holding it tight around her and looking guilty as hell huddled in the corner of her bed. "Karen, what's been going on in here?" she asked, stepping in and shutting the door behind her. She was dressed in her work outfit, a pleated white blouse (which looked like the shirt you wear under a tux), a black bow tie, a short, tight black skirt and black mesh hose. "Nothing." Good answer, Sis! "Don't tell me... what's this?!" Mom stooped and picked up my Polaroid. Luckily, my face wasn't in the shot. "Uh, I was, uh, well..." "You were masturbating to this, weren't you, Karen?" Relieved beyond belief, Karen copped to the lesser charge. "Yes, Mom, yes I was. I'm s-sorry. I'll never do it again!" "Oh, cut it out!" Mom cried, but not angrily, as she sat on the end of the bed. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, everyone does it. But I'm worried about this photo. Did you take this of Bobby, dear?" Once again, Karen couldn't believe her luck. But she made it even more innocuous than it was, "It's Bob, Mom. But I didn't take it. He just gave it to me. He wants me to fool around with him and he thought it would excite me and make me want him." "Well, I see it worked. Mmmm, and I can see why. He's got quite a large one, doesn't he?" "I wouldn't know large from small, Mom. I haven't seen any others, but it does look nice." "No, of course you wouldn't dear. And it is nice. But I wish you wouldn't fool around with him. What you were doing just now is perfectly fine to release tension, but you don't need to have intercourse with Bobby." "But Mom, I like him a lot and I want him to like me. But if I don't fool around, he might find some girl that does." She liked playing the innocent. "Well, there are other ways to keep a man interested without risking it all, you know. Have you thought about just using your hand on him, the way you do on yourself?" "Oh, come on, Mom. I don't know a lot, but I do know that guys and girls do it differently. I wouldn't even know what to do." Karen was really laying that innocent stuff on thick. Mom considered this for a minute, then said, "I'll be right back." A few minutes later, Mom returned with a large shoebox. She placed it on the dresser and extracted a very realistic looking dildo from it. This flesh- colored monstrosity was about six inches from base to tip and possessed a pair of balls as well. Karen was speechless as Mom began her lecture. "As you know, this is what a penis looks like. You can probably tell from Bob's photo that men masturbate like so." Mom began stroking the dildo lightly. "By continuing with this motion for an extended period of time, you can cause a man to ejaculate. Of course, you may vary the motion, going faster and slower, or gripping tighter or looser. Fondling his testes like this will also provide some variety." Mom lost her composure a little then as she cracked into a guilty smile and said in a conspiratorial whisper, "Your father used to love when I'd do this for him. He especially liked when I'd fist just the head, like this." "That's great, Mom, but won't jacking him off get a little... old after a while?" "I don't know where you picked up such language, but, yes, it may," Mom admitted, "but you mustn't let him pressure you into intercourse. You must put him off." "But Mom, men can be so insistent. Won't he argue that I'm just doing something he can do for himself?" "Well, you have to be firm. But if a man is extra insistent, and there's no other way out, you may try fellatio." "Oh, wow, what's that?" Karen asked in (well-faked) wide-eyed wonder. "Fellatio is the art of stimulating a man orally. Your father also said I was a wonderful fellatrix." "Mom, do you mean cock-sucking." "Yes, honey, that is a vulgar way to put it. Other terms include blowjob and giving head. It requires much more technique and lots of practice to do well. I usually begin by stroking it with my hand, then I move it into my mouth, licking and kissing it entirely. Then I hollow out my cheeks, applying gentle suction with my lips and keeping my tongue against it. A steady up and down motion then usually finishes the job nicely." "But, what about the cum?" "You can swallow it, spit it out, or finish him with your hand if you don't like the taste. I always just swallow; it's much less of a mess that way. Here, observe my technique on this." Mom then began huffing and puffing up and down the length of the dildo. Karen began to get really turned on by this. The fact that our Mom was turning her on didn't phase her at all. By the way Mom's nipples were poking against her white work blouse, it was clear that it was having a similar effect on her. After several minutes of demonstration, Mom handed the dildo to Karen and instructed her to try. Karen, whose expertise I can attest to, enthusiastically swallowed the whole length of the fake dong after only a few preliminary tongue swipes. Mom squealed in surprise "My goodness, Karen, you're a natural," as her chest heaved with pants and her thighs squirmed under her short black skirt. Karen pulled away the dildo and, lips glistening with saliva, asked in a breathless voice "But what about me, Mom, I'll be so hot I'll want to do more than this. Not even masturbating can fulfill me now. I feel empty, I want to be filled." Mom seemed out of it at this point. Her eyes were slightly glazed and her breath was short. She considered a moment, then came up with the solution. "You already masturbate, so I guess there's no harm in adding a little stimulation to that process. You could borrow this dildo here when you want to be filled. But I'm not sure you could take it." "But Mom, I want it!" Karen whined. "Okay honey, here, lie down. But let's do this right." Karen couldn't believe what was happening, but the little slut was incredibly turned on by this. We always knew that Mom was highly sexed (her shoebox of sex toys was no news to us), but that she was highly bi-sexed was incredible. Sis was the type of person who would try anything once and most things twice. Her philosophy (and mine) was that if it feels good, do it. If it feels real good, do it a lot. Hence her masturbation in the living room. Hence our tete-a-tete (interruptus). On now, she was about to get into it with Mom. Mom turned out the lights in the bedroom, but the glow from the streetlights lit the room enough for them to see each other. Karen lay back with her robe sashed loosely at her waist. Mom knelt on the floor beside her. She reached up and opened Karen's robe, exposing her completely. Mom then put her arm under Karen's neck and whispered in her ear. "Okay, baby, begin by touching yourself with your hands." As Karen reached between her own thighs with both hands, Mom began stroking her stomach lightly. Karen hunched closer in to Mom and moaned lightly. Mom whimpered in answer. Almost imperceptibly, Mom's hand crept down Karen's torso, her fingers first brushing lightly at Karen's golden pubes, then twining into the curls. Karen began humping her hips up into her own hands as Mom's hand rode lightly, palm down, just above those hands. Karen brought her right hand up to her own breast, tweaking the nipple and massaging the round globe of flesh. Her other hand slid up, covered Mom's and brought it back down to the juicy young pussy. Together, mother and daughter stroked the sweet gash and swollen clit. Mom's breath was hot and heavy in Karen's ear. Suddenly, Karen turned her head, paused for a moment, then plunged her lips onto Mom's. Mom responded warmly, increasing the pace of her hand on Karen's slit while trying to tongue her tonsils. They stayed locked in that kiss while Mom slipped first one, then two fingers into her daughter's juicy pussy. Karen humped her hand hard, all the while increasing the pace on her own clit. Her right hand returned to join her left. Then Mom pulled away gently. "I think you're ready for 'Dick' now, honey." "Oh, Mom," Karen giggled "what a silly name. I love you, Mom. I'm ready. Please give him to me." Mom picked up 'Dick' from the floor, then said "Let me warm him for you," and slipped it into her mouth. After a few moments of dildo deep-throat, she pulled the glistening fake phallus from her mouth and moved it to Sis' snatch. Mom teased Karen a bit by rubbing the dildo between her pussy lips a while and teasing the clit with the head. Then she straightened it out, bent down, kissed Karen, and slid the dildo into her snatch. As 'Dick' slid home, Karen took in a long shuddering breath, then let it out in a long, low moan. Her hands were gripping Mom's shoulders. Mom's right hand was still under Karen's neck as her left manipulated the dildo slowly in and out of her pussy. Karen moved her hands in towards Mom's neck, then began unbuttoning her blouse. As Mom fucked Karen with the dildo, Karen moved down the pleated front of Mom's work blouse. When all the buttons were undone, she began pushing the blouse off Mom's shoulders. Mom pulled her right hand back, shrugged off that sleeve, switched hands on the dildo, then shrugged off the other sleeve, leaving her in her bra, skirt and hose with that black bow tie still around her throat. Her left hand returned to dildo duty, while her right began caressing her daughter's tits. For her part, Karen began kneading Mom's larger, fuller tits through her bra, then undid the clasp, which was conveniently located in front. As Mom's tits burst free, Karen whimpered hungrily and began sucking on the large nipples, swollen with lust. Mom whimpered back. Karen's hand dropped between Mom's knees and snaked up her skirt. Expecting to encounter fabric, she was surprised to find that Mom wore stockings ... and no panties. Her fingers progressed unobstructed to Mom's glistening, swollen snatch. "Mom!" Karen grasped, dropping her lip-lock on Mom's tit. "I never wear them to work," Mom said, "I get much bigger tips that way." Then she let go of the dildo and stood up to shuck her skirt. Clad now only in garter belt and hose (and that incongrous bow tie), she lay down next to Karen and took her in her arms. "I love you, Karen," she breathed, "I want you to feel good." Then they commenced to kissing again, running their hands freely over one another's body. Finally, Mom grabbed hold of the dildo once again. She sat up a bit and began pumping it in and out. Then she knelt over Karen's body, picking up the pace. Then she leaned over and, as Karen moaned out her approval and assent, began lashing her daughter's bulging clit with her tongue. Karen kept one hand on Mom's head and tweaked Mom's nipple with the other, then moved it around Mom's ass and slipped a finger into her pussy. They kept this position for a while, Mom tonguing Karen, Karen finger-fucking Mom. Then Karen began to pull Mom's ass closer to her head. Mom didn't struggle, but quickly assumed the full 69 position over Karen. Karen plunged her greedy tongue into her mother's pussy. Within minutes, both were humping like crazy, rubbing their pussies into each other's face. The dildo was discarded in favor of a full oral attack, and mother and daughter each had her arms hooked around the other's thighs. Karen began to feel a tremendous orgasm coming on, and lost her concentration in the feeling. Mom considerately stopped humping her face and concentrated on bringing her squirming daughter off. A short labial attack followed by a full clitoral assault, and the objective was achieved. Karen arched her back as she reached the precipice, then lunged forward as she came violently, her screams muffled in her mother's wet, furry snatch. Mom swung around, gathered Karen in her arms, and kissed and licked her own juices from her daughter's face. Then the two slept. *** The morning after the night before... The night before, Karen blew me, I ate her out and Mom got home right before we fucked. The night before, I slept while Mom gave Karen a lesson in dildo love and Sappho sucking. The morning after, I woke up with my usual hard-on. I approached it in the usual way, kicking off the covers and starting to jack off. Shortly thereafter, Karen slipped into the room and out of her robe. I had been hoping that would happen. "Here, let me do that," she whispered. "Why don't you blow me?" I urged. "Cause I've got something to tell you that will blow your mind." She then proceeded to relate all the kinky doings between her and Mom the night before. I listened incredulously at first, then I got hotter and hotter as the story progressed. I climaxed long before the story did, so Sis paused long enough to swallow my load before finishing the story. After that, she snuggled up to me in bed. "What now?" I asked. "Are you nuts?" Karen snorted. "This is great. If we can get Mom and you together, then the 3 of us, shit! The sky's the limit." SPROOOING! My hard-on re-asserted itself immediately. God, my sister was perverted, and I loved it. I'd love to get into Mom's panties, but she seemed to have a decided aversion to male-female intercourse for young folk like Karen and me. "Okay, Sis, how do you propose I get into Mom? What do I do, walk up and invite her to fuck?" "No, stupid. Go with what works. We got into it last night as a result of the birds and bees shit. Just talking about sex gets Mom as randy as me. If you can get her to give you somewhat of the same lecture, I GUARANTEE you'll end up in bed with her." This sounded logical to me and certainly worth a try. Hell, I'd try anything at this point. As Karen leisurely stroked my rod, and as I absent-mindedly diddled her clit, we laid our plans for laying Mom. I was ready to roll over on Karen at that point, by the way, but she put me off 'til later. "'Til you can line me and Mom both up and fuck us silly together," she said. God, she was sick, and I really loved it. We made each other come once more (Karen sucked me off, I diddled her), then she bounded off to a shower. I rolled back over and went to sleep again. *** When I woke up, it was 10 o'clock. I heard the shower going and knew it was Mom. According to our plan, Karen was long gone, with the promise to be away until noon. I hopped out of bed, my latest boner swaying in front of me, and walked to the bathroom door. The door was partway open and clouds of steam were emanating therefrom. I knocked on the door, pushing it open a bit more, and called in. "Mom, can I come in and use the toilet?" "Of course, dear," came the expected reply. Still naked, I walked in, shut the door and lifted the seat. You guys know how difficult it is to pee with a hard- on. I had to lean on one hand on the tank and force my johnson to point down at the bowl. At first, little trickles just slipped out, but soon my schlong relaxed, and with a sigh of relief I cut loose. Mom was being very quiet, and I imagined she was listening. I glanced up into the mirror to my right (the tub was behind me), and caught a glimpse of moving shower curtains. I wondered if she was watching. All the better if she was. After I flushed the john, I stood there and started jacking my rod back to hardness. After a couple minutes of this, the shower stopped and Mom called out "Are you still in here?" "Yeah." "What are you doing?" "Nothing." "That doesn't look like 'nothing' to me." "You're not supposed to be looking, Mom." "I wasn't, not on purpose, I just noticed, that's all." At this point, she pulled back the shower curtain, revealing herself wrapped in a towel, and met my gaze reflected in the mirror. Feigning modesty, I grabbed a hand towel, sat down on the toilet lid and covered my lap. I stared at her frankly, letting my gaze travel from the red hair piled on top of her head, to her smooth bare shoulders, to the few little freckles sprinkling the slight bit of cleavage visible above the towel, to the curves bulging under that towel, to the freshly shaved, gorgeous legs, and I couldn't see her feet in the tub. (No loss, I think feet are ugly.) "Well?" I said. "Well what?" "Well, are you going to leave so I can finish?" "You mean, you're still going to masturbate after I've caught you?" she asked. "Of course, I've got to do this several times a day or I go crazy, I get so horny." "Several times a day? That seems excessive. Why so much?" I pretended to get a little irritated at the questions, although the longer we talked, the better my chances. "There are so many stimuli all around me. The girls at school wear tight clothes and show lots of skin, but few of them put out, and the ones that do are ugly. Then Karen's parading around here half naked all the time. A guy just gets turned on. Oh, and seeing you in that towel isn't helping matters." "Me?! Well... I-I'm sorry, I guess. But I'm worried about you, Steve. It can't be healthy to do that all the time." "I've never suffered any ill effects, Mom. No fur on my palms, no incipient blindness. About the only bad thing is I sometimes rub myself raw. Occupational hazard, I guess." At this point, Mom stepped out of the shower and sat on the edge of the tub, knees primly together. "Perhaps you're not doing it right," she said. (Hmmm, THAT sounded interesting.) "What's so difficult about it, Mom? You just grab and go." "That's not true at all. There are many techniques to practice, even in masturbation." (Oh, yeah. Now we're getting somewhere.) "Get out," I said in mock naivete, "how many flavors of vanilla are there? I can't believe there's all that much variety." "Of course, there is. I can see your sex education is sadly lacking. Perhaps I've been remiss in my duties." That definitely sounded right on target. Karen was really right about this approach. I've got to hand it to her - pun intended. With very little prompting I was going to get lucky. "What are you going to do, teach me to jack off?" "I think that might be in order. We can't have you rubbing yourself raw, can we? Why don't you show me your technique." "Are you kidding?" I pretended to be incredulous. Can't appear too eager to whack off for Mom. "No I'm not." she said, then snatched off my lap towel. "Let's get down to business here." "Well, okay, I guess, but I feel weird." "No need to be embarrassed, dear. I'm your mother." "That's my point," I said glumly, then shrugged my shoulders and attacked my soldier, almost literally. I never actually rubbed myself raw, but I acted as if I were trying to. "Oh, my," Mom gasped. "That's all wrong. Don't grasp so hard, and don't go so fast. Here, stop. Now, loosen your grasp. More, okay. Go ahead. No slow down. Slower. More smoothly. That's it. No. You're speeding up again." "Oh, for crying out loud." I said, dropping my dick and sitting back. "Suppose you show me how." "I probably should. I'm surprised you still masturbate when you do it like that," she said leaning forward, "it hardly seems pleasurable at all." she paused a bit, eying my schlong critically. "Come on," I thought, "go for it, go for it." "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt anything. In fact, it's to keep you from hurting yourself. YES!!! It was all I could do to keep from leaping up and high-fiving myself. Without further ado, Mom grasped me in her cool hand and began to stroke lightly. "Fast and hard is okay once in a while," she said as if addressing a class, "or if you're in a hurry. But when someone does this as often as you, you should take it slow, easy and build up to it. I guarantee you'll enjoy it a lot more." During this lecture, Mom continued to stroke lightly, it really did feel better, too. Her technique was definitely different from mine, but I wondered if it was the stroke or the stroker which was producing these intense feelings. Probably both. "Sometimes, you don't need to pump, even, you can do this," Here she stopped stroking and squeezed me lightly, quickly and rhythmically. "Or this," and she tickled the underside with her nails. "Or this," and she grabbed my head like the top of a stick shift, rubbing me against her palm. Then, to my horror, she stopped, saying "Now you try." I almost groaned in disappointment, but manfully grabbed my rod and followed her instructions. This wasn't too bad, jacking off with your Mom sure beat doing it alone. "Oh, yes, you're right," I said, "this is much better. This is really nice. Boy, too bad you women can't do this, huh?" "What planet are you from?" Mom snorted, "Of course we can." "Really?" more bogus wide-eyed innocence "How?" "Boy, you've really got a lot to learn. Women have very sensitive parts between their legs, which we can stimulate as easily as you men. In fact, it's a lot less work." Trying to keep that studious look and wondering tone, I looked down at the floor shyly and asked "Mom, could you show me?" "What? Are you kidding. I don't think so." "Fair's fair, Mom. I've been pretty embarrassed by this little tutoring session. Now when it's your turn the lesson's over." "Well, I guess it's okay. To be honest, all this sex talk has riled me up a little." More than a little, I'd guess. At this point, Mom sat forward a little on the tub's edge and parted her knees, spreading her legs wide and with them the bottom of the towel, until her pussy was completely exposed to my hungry gaze. Her pubes were the same honey red as her hair. "This is my vagina," she announced, then pointed out major points of interest, "these lips are called labia. There are actually two sets of labia, outer and inner, called majora and minora." She spread those labia with her fingers and the pink nub of her clit appeared. I noticed that she was extremely wet as the harsh bathroom lights glistened off her crotch. "This little button is called the clitoris, or clit for short. It is analogous to your penis, except for function. It also becomes engorged with blood and is VERY sensitive. Female masturbation is concerned with stimulating the whole area in general and the clit in particular. Sometimes insertion of a finger or an artificial penile object can add to the pleasure." Then she began to demonstrate. She rubbed a finger lightly back and forth between her lips a while, slipping between them a little. Next Mom flattened her hand out and rubbed her whole crotch with a circular motion. Each time the tips of her fingers passed over her clit, she caught her breath in a pleasured gasp. The circle got smaller and smaller as she concentrated in that little bud. Her left hand dropped down to part her lips and diddle therein while her right homed in on her clit. Next, she stopped her circular motion, held her labes apart with her left hand and vibrated her right middle finger on her clit, pausing every now and then to slide that finger down and in for more lubrication. Needless to say, this was all having a pleasurable effect on my jacking off. "Oh, Mom," I gasped, "this is really turning me on. I love watching you." "Me too, honey. I'm really hot." "Show me your tits, Mom. I really want to see them." Frantically frigging herself with one hand, she reached up with the other and pulled away the towel. Oh, God! she has great tits. That spray of freckles continued down between them, spreading out between a pair of wide-set, heavy globular mammaries. Each was capped by a reddish aureole and extremely erect nipples. In fact, her whole aureole was engorged and bulged off her already bulging tits. She cupped her breast with her free hand and rubbed those aureolae with thumb and forefinger. Then she heaved it up and dropped her mouth to her own nipple and licked greedily. This was getting to be too much for me. "Look but don't touch," has never been an integral part of my lexicon, anyway. "Can I touch you, Mom?" I asked, "Can I make you come." She was way too far gone to say no "Oh, yes, Steve. Yes, baby." In a flash I was on my knees before her, slipping a finger into her, hitting her clit with my thumb, using my other hand on those gorgeous knockers. I almost knocked her back into the tub in my enthusiasm. She grabbed my shoulders for balance, then groaned heavily in pleasure, "Oooohhhh, STEVE. That's so nice, so good. Oooohhhh, YES!" Mom humped herself against my hand, then lifted one of her jugs up to her mouth again. That looked like a good idea, so I dropped my lips to the other nipple. Mom groaned around a mouthful of her own tit-flesh. Soon my ministrations began to have their intended effect. As her hip motions became more frantic, she leaned further back and held on to my neck tighter and tighter with her free hand. Finally she just used that hand to prop herself on the far edge of the tub and lean back. As she assumed that more horizontal position my mouth dropped down from her tit. Following that natural progression, I trailed my tongue down her torso, through her pubic hair and onto her clit. As I lashed that little man in the boat, she let go of her tit and curled her fingers in my hair, urging my face into her crotch. She encouraged me with her now unoccupied mouth, "Come on, Steve. Oh, yes. Oh, come on honey. That's good. Lick me. Oh, lick Mommy. Oh, lick my clitty. Yes, that's it, Son. Oh do it. Do me. Do your Mom!" And I did, I went to town on that sexy cunt and soon she was shouting as she came, "OH, YES. I'M CUMMING. OH, STEVE! OH, SON! HERE I CUM. MOMMY'S CUMMING! MOMMY'S CREAMING HER LITTLE SON'S FACE. OH! OH! AAAIIIEEEEE!" I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed as she caught her breath. When they opened and looked down at me, I grinned, then lapped her clit once. She shuddered. Then I stood up and pulled her back to a sitting position. I kissed the top of her head, then lifted her chin and kissed her deeply on the lips. She responded fully to my tongue in her mouth, wrapping it with hers, and kissing me hungrily. She pulled back a bit and licked her juices from my cheeks and chin. "Mmmm, I can taste myself," she murmured, "I taste great." "You're telling me," I said. "Oh, honey, you haven't cum yet." "That's okay," I said equably. "No it's not," she insisted (as I knew she would) "Here." She reached for may cock and pulled it to her lips as I stood up. Did I say "pulled"? Hell, she inhaled me just like Karen had the day before. It was instantaneous deep-throat. Then she pulled back and plunged down, pulled back and plunged down, back and forth, back and forth. I knew it wouldn't be long before I came, what with all that had occurred to this point, but I didn't care and I didn't think Mom would mind, either. Sure enough, after about 10 strokes I felt the oncoming rumble start. I groaned "Oh, Mom, I'm gonna cum." She pulled back and forth a couple more times, then pulled her mouth off me and grabbed me with her hand. "This began as a masturbation lesson," she said, "and that's how it's going to end." She started stroking me, quickly and expertly, as she urged me to come. "Come on, Steve. Come on, Son. Cum for me. Come for Mommy." "Oh, MOM," I chorused, "Yes. I'm gonna cum. Oh, yes. Oh, Mom. I'm gonna cum." "Yes, son, come for Mommy. Yes, Oh yes. Come on, son." "Oh, MOM! Oh YEAH! I'm.. I'm gonna... I'm gonna... gonna... CUM! (spurt) I'm CUMMING! YESS!,, CUM for Mommy, come on, Steve, CUM for Mommy, fuck it, CUM ON MOMMY. Yes! Cum on Mommy! Cum on Mommy's titties, cum on Mommy's face! OH Fuck it. Cum. CUM! CUM!!!!" And being a dutiful son, I did as I was told, cumming like crazy. I spermed her tits, her throat, her chin and face. Drops of cum spattered into her hair and hung there like dew on a spiderweb. And still I came. With a little whimper, Mom plunged her face back onto my cock, all the way in. Her throat muscles milked me like a hand and half my load ended up directly down her throat. Finally, I stopped cumming but Mom continued to lick my rod clean, then let me go and lifted her tits up so she could lick the cum from them. God! this oversexed bitch was horny! And she was my Mom. I had to fuck her. Although my rod had flagged a little, it was still ready for action. When her tits were clean she dropped them and hugged me around my waist, nestling her cheek against my stomach. "Mom, I want to fuck you," I whispered as I stroked that gorgeous red hair. "We can't right now, honey," she whispered back, "your sister will be back soon." I almost fucked up and told her about Karen and me. But I caught myself. According to the plan, I'm not supposed to know about Mom and her, nor she about Mom and me. And Mom definitely wasn't supposed to know about us. But that's okay, the best laid plans of mice and men weren't half as well-laid as the three of us were going to be. I could afford to wait... END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 78