19-year-old

“You don’t understand — I need to know what to do to get him back,” she sobbed.



Mona was in a desperate state. On her mom’s advice she’d come to me for a tarot reading. Poor thing, her first serious boyfriend had just broken up with her, and she wanted to know what to do. At eighteen, for some reason, she could not see the value in herself, and measured her merit by whether a nineteen-year-old navy recruit could wait for her. He couldn’t (boys!) and dumped her. Her self-esteem was in the toilet.



Mona was a dance champion, an honors student in high school, fit and smart and so far above the fellow who let her down so badly. Her beauty and her wit were invisible to her. If some young buck rejected her as arm candy, then she was worth nothing, less than nothing, in her own mind. The reading was done. I told her, well the cards told her, not to tie her happiness to other people. The cards told her that emotions were a fact of nature, and could no more be controlled than could a hurricane. The cards told her that her self-esteem only seemed damaged, that she had not fallen in the eyes of others.



“What others?” Mona asked with red eyes and a runny nose. “Who values me?” “What good am I?”



“Crap,” I thought, “these are the questions that go from tarot to counseling.”



Yes, she knew her Mom valued her. Maybe her friends on the dance team did, she wasn’t sure. If she wasn’t good enough for her boy friend, how could she be good enough for these other teens.



“Dear lord, teens are cruel,” I reminded myself. How do I comfort her without lying or doing harm?



“I really can’t even see my body! When I look in the mirror I see a fat ugly pig!”



Mona’s breath came faster, she was on the verge of hyperventilating. There are times when a little contact can help, and Mona’s 18, so a little contact would not automatically get me in trouble.



“Would a hug help?” I asked.



Sometimes, being a greybeard is useful. She nodded, whimpering. I began to stand up when she leapt up, covered the distance between us, and sat in my lap. Sobs broke from her, heart-wrenching sobs. “Let it go, you can be safe with me. I won’t tell,” I said. I my left arm went across her back, around her shoulders, my right arm cradled her head. I stroked her hair, gently, saying nothing. She turned to face me, and I don’t know why, I really don’t, but I kissed a tear running down her cheek. A chaste peck, followed by a whisper “If I could drink your sorrow.”



Where did that come from? It was not a conscious act, or utterance.



She kissed me then, fiercely. There was a mix of desperation and defiant determination in that kiss. Full young lips on mine, a tongue piercing my mouth. She pulled back, and before I could ask anything, pulled off her shirt, fastening her mouth to mine again.



A few thoughts passed through my mind. “I’ve not had an 18 year old in over 30 years, boy it’s good not to be licensed, man she is stunning.”



She had no bra, needed none. Her breasts were high, firm, with upward tipped dark nipples. Her muscles were sculpted in fine relief — she’d been a competitive dancer for 12 years, and it showed.



Mona placed my hand on her breast. I found her nipple, and gently squeezed. She cried out a little, and pulled my head to her breasts.



“Please, please, please love me,” she murmured into my ear. I’d like to say she ran her hand through my hair, but I lost it all well before she was born. I bit her, gently, and she shuddered. I licked, gently, and she giggled, just a little. Ah, she was feeling better. Suddenly, she pulled away from me.



“Right,” I thought, “her we go — she’s going to freak now.”



But no, she kicked off her boots and pulled down her pj pants, the ones teenage girls so often wear these days. I can’t say for sure if she took her panties off with the same movement or if she wasn’t wearing any. It was not important at the time.



She dropped down in front of me, with a perfect plié, her breasts bouncing a bit, and her labia parting slightly. She grabbed my belt, put a finger on my mouth and simply said “shhhh.”



Belt undone, jeans unbuttoned, she yanked, nearly pulling me off the chair.



“Easy” I said, “you might break me if I fall!”



I am certain that, unlike me, she knows what underwear I had on, because she bit my cock through my briefs before she pulled them off. She stared at my cock a moment and asked



“What is that?”



“What?” I countered.



“This,” she said, working my foreskin.



“I’m not circumcised,” I replied.



“I’ve never seen that before,” said Mona before touching her tongue to my uncut cock. I tried to watch as she took me into her mouth, but the intensity of her blow job was too great, and my eyes rolled back into my head.



She began to suck me with her hands on my thighs, but soon one hand was on her breast, and the other at her pussy. She pulled me out of her mouth and told me she had only fucked one guy, the idiot who dropped her. He used a condom.



“I am not on the pill, and I don’t have any condoms. I don’t want to get pregnant. What can we do?”



I smiled, and told Mona that I had a vasectomy 5 years earlier, so I had no sperm. Mone smiled back, wickedly, and simply said “Goody.”



She stood up and straddled me on the chair at her mother’s kitchen table. Lowering herself, she swiped my cockhead along her pussy lips several times, with a little more inward pressure on each rub. Soon, the very tip of my cock was in her. Mona looked at me, and I asked, “Are you sure? You don’t need to prove anything here.”



“I do,” she said, “to me.”



With that, she sank down on me. I had not been in anything that tight, hot and wet since Jimmy Carter was president.



“Oh fuck” she gasped.



“Alright” I answered.



We sat connected for what felt like an eternity, though maybe a minute or two passed. I held her hips and moved her, slightly up and down, slightly around. I felt her clit bump just above my cock, and heard her gasp each time.



I rocked her, alternately grasping her hips and her butt cheeks. Ah, butt cheeks, tight taut toned dancer’s butt cheeks. I lifted her off, and as she protested I said “I want you from behind, I want to feel your ass.”



Mona bit her lip and nodded. I bent her over the table. I wiped my cock up and down her dripping pussy. I positioned my self and drove home suddenly.



“Ungghh” she gasped, arching up from the table.



I grabbed her breasts as leverage and fucked her doggie style.



“Mona, do you want to try something else?” I asked.



“Mmmmm-hmmmm” she replied.



“Mona, is that a yes?”



“Mmmmmmm-hmmmmmm!”



“Mona, I have to be sure, so push back and grind your ass against me if you want to try something different.”



Grinding, pushing, she looked back and almost snarled “Yesssssss!



The butter dish was on the table. I grabbed it, and smeared a bunch on my finger. I brought my finger to her ass, and with my cock in her pussy, pushed in. She froze, gasped, arched and clenched.



“Relax Mona, it’ll be ok.”



I pulled my cock and my finger out and with my other hand grabbed a bit more butter. Greasing my cock and her ass, I told her to rub her clit. I felt her body shift as she reached for her cunt. I lined up at her rosebud, and pushed. She tensed, held her breath.



“Breath Mona, breath. Push back. I am staying still.”



Well, I did, kind of. I flexed my cock, but I did not push into her. Soon enough, I was buried in her virgin ass.



“Oh my ass, fuck my ass,” Mona moaned.



I obliged. Deep long slow strokes that sped up. I felt tiny ripples in her ass, building to a crescendo, an orgasmic tsunami. I came in her ass, and she came too, so powerfully that her knees buckled. She slumped a bit, and I pulled oust, shooting the last of my cum on her back.



“Did you just fuck my ass?” Mona asked me.



“I most certainly did,” I replied.



“Are all tarot readings like this?” Mona asked.



“Not until now, but times can call for change, can’t they?” I said.



I reminded her that her cards had talked about change, about how to deal with this guy who dumped her from afar. She turned, kissed me, and smiled. “I don’t care if he comes back,” she purred, “because I know at least one guy who appreciates my body.”



We tidied the table, and ourselves, and sat back down to put away the cards. Her mother came in then, and smiled to see Mona’s eyes clear of despair.



“See, I TOLD you he was an amazing reader,” Mom stated with a hint of triumph in her voice.



“Mom,” said Mona, “he’s helped me understand things about my self I never knew. How often can I have a reading?”



Mom looked at me, raising an eyebrow.



“I think weekly should do,” I replied.



Then, smiling, Mona said “Tiffany is having boy problems too. Do you think he could read for her?”



Mom said it was all up to me, and my availability. I smiled as I pulled out my calendar.

This story has been almost two years in the making and it’s fair to say it has been a labour of love! Be warned from the outset though that it’s a very long story, so much so that I am posting it in two parts. The story is entirely fictional although the places and locations do exist. ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18. I hope you enjoy my latest work.



GETTIN’ YOUR KICKS ON ROUTE 66!



Preface.



Through the wall that separated my bedroom from my son’s, I could hear the unmistakable sounds of a horny teenager beating his meat. The slapping of skin as he smacked his fist along the length of his hard cock, the hushed groans as he neared his self induced orgasm and the slight creaking of his bed as he moved around.



On my side of the divide, I stood with my ear pressed up against the wall, listening intently. My hand had snaked down my busty body and between my legs. My hungry pussy was wet and hot, my fingers delving deep into my snatch. It had been so long since I had felt a nice hard cock up me. My pussy was gagging for a good fucking.



I could feel an orgasm building once more inside my cunt. I rammed my fingers furiously up myself, listening to the sounds coming from behind the wall. Oh how I would love to just rip my thin little nightdress down and run right into his room. Mommy would know exactly how to take care of her big boy’s cock. He would not need to jack off every night then, he would be too busy pounding it right up his horny mother’s cunt!



Oh yes sure, he was my son, but he was also a man now, a man that could use his big dick to give me what I needed. Oh yes, mommy would ride his cock, I would ride that big fucker all night long just to satisfy my hungry sexual appetite.



I was close now, close to another big orgasm. I squashed my hand against my pussy and wriggled my fingers around inside me. I held my breath and desperately tried not to scream out. I was gonna cum hard, my pussy ready to erupt, thinking about my son lying in his bed, beating that big, stiff cock.



“Just let mommy have it baby,” I thought to myself…”Just fuck me son!”



My pussy gushed with my juices and I quickly pulled my sopping wet fingers out of my hole. A squirt fired from my cunt and landed on the carpet beneath me. My legs suddenly felt heavy and I leaned against the wall for support. I raised my hand and covered my mouth, muffling the cries of orgasmic pleasure.



Several moments passed as I regained myself. I tried to control my heaving breathing as I pressed my ear tightly against the wall. It was silent now and I could only assume that while I had been fingering myself, my son had blasted his hot load and settled down to sleep.



With a pang of regret at having not heard ‘the main event,’ I threw myself onto my bed and stared up at the ceiling. It was a warm night, but not as warm as the night before when I had removed my clothes and climbed butt naked into bed. Tonight it was cooler, but between my legs a fire burned.



Wild thoughts ran through my mind..images of my son laying there, his thick young cum streaked across his abs, his big dick starting to deflate after giving it a good pumping.



I thought about the week that lay ahead and I could not help but smile. I had been thinking about this coming week for months, ever since we first accepted the invite to my friend’s wedding in Los Angeles. A whole week on the road, just me and my hunky teenage son…this was going to be a road trip to remember…and I was going to make sure that it was!!



Preparations.



We have all heard the stories about Route 66. It is woven into the fabric of America and a lost monument to a by-gone age. From its intrepid first travellers who sought a new start in the west, to those romantics and sentimentalists who attempt to trace its path today, ribbons of tarmac stretching from the shores of Lake Michagan to the rolling waves of the Pacific. A symbol of our great nations achievements and possibilities in the most troubled of times, carrying with it a soundtrack that will live forever.



I had always wanted to go on the ultimate American road trip. Route 66 had been a strange fascination of mine ever since I read ‘The Grapes of Wrath’ when I was in college. At the age of almost 40, I was starting to wonder if I would ever get the chance to journey down the old ‘Mother Road,’ that was until one day a few months ago when one of my old school friends called me up and invited me and my son to her wedding.



Clarisa Jones had been one of my closest friends right through High school and into college. She had moved to California with her parents when we were both 19. I had not seen much of her over the years, living so far away, but we had spoken a lot on the phone and through the internet. I had agreed right away to be at the wedding but it was actually my son Brandon who came up with the idea of going by road instead of the much quicker way of flying.



I have lived with my now 18 year old son, Brandon, by myself, ever since his dad left me when Brandon was just a year old. We were never married but it still left me to bring up my son alone. Sure I had had boyfriends over the years, some even got pretty serious, but in the end they never worked out and before long it was just me and my son again.



This business of getting turned on by listening to him masturbate, had started about a year before. At first it was just curiosity when I heard some strange noises coming from his room late at night. However, as time passed, I started to make of point of listening to him and before I knew what was happening, I was getting turned on.



Brandon has grown up into a very good looking boy. He works out and is captain of his school football team. His hair is dark and wavy, his eyes penetrating and deep. He reminds me so much of his dad when I first met him all those years ago. He is rather cocky and sometimes arrogant, but that only makes him more attractive to me, I like a guy with spirit!



Now of course I know it’s wrong for a mother to be sexually attracted to her own son, but the more I listened to him beating his stick off, the more I thought about fucking him.



Without a man in my life, my son had replaced a boyfriend as the sexual object of my desires. So many nights lately I have stood by that bedroom wall, listening to the unmistakable sounds and finger-fucking my wet pussy. In my wild, sex starved, imagination, I think about Brandon climbing on top of me and pumping his big young cock deep inside me..fucking me so good and hard. I think about that night I came home late and slightly drunk and stumbled into the bathroom, not realizing that he was in the shower.



It had only lasted a moment before he noticed me and covered himself up, but for a few seconds I got to see just how ‘big’ my boy had gotten. His cock was only semi-hard but it hung long between his legs. About 6 inches of fat cock meat that instantly made my pussy get wet.



I had made my apologies and left the bathroom, but seeing that big dick and knowing that he obviously got much bigger when fully hard, had really confirmed something that I had known for a while…I wanted to have sex with my son.



Now for my age, I guess I am what you would describe as a MILF!. I have a good figure and am curvy without being fat. I have big 38 double d breasts and a nice bubble butt..think of the porn star Sara Jay and you will have some idea of what I look like!



Brandon had never been shy in telling me how sexy I was, often complementing me on my dress or my hair or telling me how good my ass looked in my new figure hugging jeans. I guess it was another factor in my sexual attraction to him. Knowing that he thought I was hot and imagining him thinking about me while fisting his dick, just got me even wetter for him.



“You know Mom..How about we don’t take a flight to L.A?” He had said when I told him about Clarisa’s wedding.



“What do you mean?” I had replied.



“Well how about we take a different route to California..You have always wanted to go down Route 66, or at least what’s left of it…how about we drive to L.A?” He asked.



“You mean it…really?” I had said enthusiastically. “You don’t think it’s too far..I mean that’s one long drive baby!”



“Well we can spilt the driving between us, I got my licence now, so you drive some and then I drive some..it will be ok!” He replied.



I had needed no more persuasion. I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him tight, squashing my big rack against his chest. From our home in Willow Springs in suburban Chicago, it is about two and a half thousand miles to Los Angeles…



“But what about hotels..It’s gonna cost a lot of money to stay in hotels every night on the road?” I said, thinking more practically now as I moved my head from against his shoulder and looked him in the eyes, our faces just inches apart but our arms still locked in a tight hug.



“Well…we don’t have to stay in expensive hotels in the city’s..There must be hundreds of cheap little motels down Route 66, you know those old mom and pop type places in the small towns…and we don’t need two rooms, we can share one, right?” He replied confidently.



As soon as he said it, I felt a funny little tingle deep within me. The thought of sharing a room with my handsome son and maybe, just maybe, catching sight of a nice big morning hard-on while he slept, made my pussy cream!!



“Are you sure…you wouldn’t mind sharing with your mom?” I said.



“No of course not,” He replied with a slight chuckle, “Might even be able to share a bed!”



He said it with a naughty little wink and a smirk on his face, then he broke the hug and pulled away from me, I felt his hand momentarily slide down my back and come to rest on my butt before he backed away, winked at me again and headed out of the room.



I stood for a few moments gathering my thoughts. Brandon had always been quite flirty and often came out with little comments like that but now it took on a whole new meaning for me.. was he serious about wanting to share a bed, or was I just reading too much into his innuendo comment. Maybe I was just horny and listening to him whacking off his cock all the time had distorted my perspective on things?



***



As the time got closer we began to plan for our road trip. I went to a book store and got a really good map of Route 66. The problem today of course is that the old road does not exist in the same way it used to. Today it is broken up with interstate highways that run right next to the famous tarmac or indeed just right over the top of where it once was. Our Satellite Navigation system would be important but if we wanted to travel the historic 66 highways, then we needed a good road map too.



We decided that rather than trying to book our places to stay ahead of time, we would just drive and pull into some small town, when we had had enough of the driving for one day and try to find a place to stay. Brandon said it would be better this way as we would not have to get to a certain town each night but just pull over when we got tired. So, that’s what we agreed to do.



About a week before we set off, I went to this beautiful store in Chicago to buy my dress for the wedding. I was wandering around the store when I strayed into the women’s underwear section. I thought about the nights I was going to be spending in those hotel rooms with my son and a plan formulated in my mind. I was already thinking some naughty thoughts about what we might get up to on this trip, when I spotted the most beautiful nightdress I had ever seen. It was almost transparent but in a beautiful white lace. It was fairly short and would reach just above my knees. It had a fine and delicate patchwork of white and red around the edges. The straps hung from the shoulder’s and gave way to a plunging neckline, that I knew would just about be able to hold my big tits within it but would certainly create an eye-popping sight.



I imagined Brandon’s face as I climbed into bed and he saw me wearing this. It was the kind of nightwear that a wife would put on for her husband to see her in, or a bride to wear on her honeymoon night.



“God I would look really hot in that!” I said under my breath, looking around to make sure that nobody had overheard me.



Thinking naughty thoughts about my son again and smiling to myself, I took the sexy little number off the hook and placed it in my basket.



I found a nice blue dress to wear to the wedding and then headed for the checkouts. The girl behind the counter gave me a knowing little smile when she took the nightdress out of the basket and placed it into the bag.



I thought to myself, “If only you knew who was gonna get to see me wearing that thing!!”



**



As I lay in bed, the night before the trip began, having finger-fucked myself to another wet and sticky orgasm and with my new sexy lingerie packed in my suitcase, I considered what lay ahead. I did not know what, if anything, was going to happen. I knew I wanted to fuck Brandon but did he really wanna ‘do me’…despite all his bravado and sexual innuendo, I was still his mom..and could he fuck his own mother?..even if I was wearing that fucking hot little nightie??..I thought too about us sharing not just a room but a bed as well, as Brandon had suggested, would I be able to control my unnatural urges, sleeping right next to that good looking boy, or would I just jump on him and to hell with the consequences?



I fell into a restless sleep that night, my mind whirling with so many naughty thoughts and hopes about the week ahead. I was going to do all I could to seduce my son and get what I wanted, that much I had decided…this mother was going all out to ‘Get her kicks on Route 66!!!



Day One — Willow Springs, Illinois to Rolla, Missouri



We set off early next morning, wanting to make good progress on our first day.



“Ok, you drive first then I will take over later,” I said as I climbed into the passenger seat of our Toyota Hilux.



“Yeah alright, I’m a better driver anyway,” Brandon replied as he got behind the wheel.



“This is gonna be so much fun,” I said with a big smile, “I have been waiting years to do this.”



It wasn’t just the excitement of finally getting to drive Route 66, but the anticipation of the nights to come in the hotels!!



Our GPS tracker, lead us out of Willow Springs and through the sweet little town of Joliet, before taking us on to the I-55 and south towards Bloomington.



Brandon and I chatted as we drove along, talking about all sorts of things, until the subject turned to boyfriends.



“What about that last idiot you got with, what was his name, Tommy?..What a dickhead he was!” Brandon said disdainfully.



“Yeah I know he was, he had cute eyes though.” I replied.



“Cute eyes, give me a break…That guy looked like Pee Wee Herman on a bad day..I don’t know why you wasted your time with that deuce?”



“Well, he was kinda sweet…he took me to some nice restaurants and do you remember he always showed up at the house with some flowers?” I reminded my son.



“Yeah right, flowers!!..That’ll keep you warm at night!” Brandon replied sarcastically.



“Yeah…well…He didn’t do that very well I must admit!”



“That’s right he didn’t..I am sure that guy was in denial..He had ‘I’m Gay’ written all over him!” Brandon said.



I laughed out loud and turned my face to look at my son, then replied.



“What makes you think he was gay?”



“Oh please come on mom..If that guy was any further back in the closet he would be in fucking Narnia!” Brandon argued.



I now laughed hysterically, thinking back to my ex partner and those rather damp squib nights I had spent in bed with him. He had not been so bad but was certainly not the best either. He worked as a sales consultant to some big muti-national company and his work really was his life, which is one of the reason we spilt, almost a year ago now…wow had it really been that long ago? How time flew by so quickly.



“And what about that other guy..George?” Brandon continued with a mocking tone, “He looked like Rick Moranis from those old ‘Honey I Shrunk The Kid’s’ movies..another deuce bag!”



“Oh no not George..I have been trying to forget about him,” I replied.



“Yeah I bet you have,” He went on teasing me, “What the hell were you thinking there mom?”



I pondered for a moment and then replied, “He was rich!”



Brandon laughed and said, “Even so, there’s a limit..you two looked so odd together.”



“What do you mean by that?” I asked.



“Well come on mom, you’re a hot looking babe walking beside a guy who looks like a geeky high school science teacher.”



Brandon had said I was hot before but he had never called me a ‘babe’..I liked that!!



“Well thank you baby!” I replied coyly.



Brandon turned his head away from the road and glanced over at me. I met his eyes and he winked at me. I smiled and raised my eyebrows at him.



We often exchanged this sort of moment. A look or a glance that acknowledged a mutual attraction between a woman and a man, no words were spoken but it was just that indirect and surreptitious nod of mutual appreciation for the other’s good looks.



After this we sat quietly for a while…thinking.



**



“Shall we stop for lunch in Springfield?” Brandon asked.



“Yeah sure,” I replied, feeling my stomach rumbling over.



We found a little truckstop just north of the city which we pulled into and climbed out of the car. Brandon stretched his arms high over head causing his t-shirt to rise. As he did I glimpsed the lower section of his stomach, the start of a six pack starting to become visible.



The little roadside cafe was pretty busy as we walked in and found a table. The place was decorated like one of those old 50′s diners, all red leather seats and chrome. Worn out looking truck drivers sat all around the place, munching their way through big burgers and steaks. The air was thick with smoke from the open griddles that were cooking the food behind the counter.



A pretty waitress approached us and took our order.



Over lunch, Brandon and I chatted.



“Well we have not seen much of ole’ Route 66 yet have we mom?” Brandon asked as he cut into a slice of pizza.



“No, not yet..It will open up more when he can get off the Interstate and onto the backroads..the other side of St. Louis probably.” I replied



“Yeah I guess so…Where do you think we can get to for tonight?” He enquired.



“I’m not really sure..somewhere in Missouri I think..I will take over the driving this afternoon if you like?”



He nodded his agreement and carried on eating his lunch.



“It was approaching mid-summer and the air conditioning in the restaurant was being put through its paces. Outside the day was getting pretty warm and the humidity was rising.



“We better get some gas while we are here the tank is running a little low.” Brandon said as he took another bite of pizza.



“Ok!” I replied.



“So this friend of yours, have I ever met her?” He asked.



“Errm, well only when you were little, she came to visit once but apart from that I really haven’t seen her in years..she moved to California when we were in college and you know…people drift apart.” I told him with a tinge of regret in my voice.



“Is she a hottie like you mom?” He said without a hint of embarrassment.



I smiled and raised my eyebrows at him, then after a moment I replied, “Well I don’t know about that…she was better looking than me when we were younger!”



Brandon chuckled and shook his head, “Nah, nobody’s that good looking mom.”



Like I said before, my son often flirted with me like this but my heightened state of arousal towards him just made it so much more than simple flirting for me.



Then, as we were nearing the end of lunch, I noticed something that made my heart skip a beat. I was wearing just an ordinary t-shirt, it was not low cut although it did bulge out a lot in the front because of my big boobs, but then anything I wore did that! I hated wearing bra’s in hot weather and I was aware that my hard bullet nipples were visible through my shirt.

I caught Brandon several times gazing at my tits. He would look down at the plate below him and surreptitiously move his eyes upwards, taking a sneaky look at my large rack. My pussy was getting wet!!



Maybe seducing Brandon was not going to be too hard. Like most 18 year old boys he had a fascination with big breasts…and I sure had a big pair to use!



I thought again about that little nightdress in my case. My big tits would look amazing encased in that thin lacy material. Brandon would get a much better view of his horny mother’s titties later tonight!



My pussy practically creamed at the thought of so blatantly showing my busty body to my well hung boy. I squirmed slightly in my seat trying to scratch the hot itch in my cunt!



Soon we had left the truck-stop and were back on the road. I had taken over the driving and we were heading towards St Louis.



Using the Route 66 map, we took a small diversion from our route and visited the old Chain of Rocks Bridge, the one that carried the ‘Mother road’ over the Mississippi. Sadly only a pedestrian crossing now and we were soon back in the car and driving again.



The outside temperature was still climbing as the time reached late afternoon. We had been on the road for quite a few hours now and getting lost around the ring roads of St. Louis extended our journey.



We sighted the magnificent Gateway Arch and headed into town for a brief stop.



“You wanna go to the top mom?” Brandon asked as we parked the car and walked towards the famous monument.



“Yeah, let’s do it.” I replied.



Going up in the tiny elevator that carries tourists to the narrow enclosed viewing platform at the top of the arch, I again noticed Brandon glance at my tits. He was really paying attention to my ‘babies’ today. I looked down to see my hard nipples poking into the material of the t-shirt and I could not help but smile slightly.



The view from the top of the arch was magnificent. The plains of Missouri stretched away in the far distance, covered by a sunny haze. Down below, the waters of the Mississippi glistened in the afternoon sun and an old paddle steamer sat moored to the bank. People shuffled around on the narrow walkway, jostling for position at the little windows that overlooked this beautiful city. Camera flashlights kept going off as people recorded this moment, 630 feet above St.Louis.



**



It was almost 5.30 by the time we rejoined the highway and headed southwards again. The map of Route 66 showed some towns up ahead where we hoped to be able to find our first hotel to spend the night. We passed the signpost for the famous Meramec Caverns, which Jesse James is said to have used as a hideout, although a lot of people doubt the claim!



In the little town of Cuba, Missouri, we found a real beating heart of the old Route 66. The signs and artworks paid homage to those bygone days of travel on this forgotten road.



“Oh look at that over there…Wigwam’s!” Brandon called out as we headed through town.



“Oh yeah, I have heard about these, it’s a motel I think!” I replied.



“That’s cool..wanna try and stay here the night?”



“Yeah let’s pull over and go see!” I said as we neared the entrance driveway. Just then I saw a rope thrown across the turnoff and a sign attached to it.



“What’s it say?” I asked.



“Closed for refurbishment..Oh damn it!” Brandon replied with an angry tone.



“Oh that’s a shame..That would have been fun!” I replied, equally disappointed.



“You know what this is not the only wigwam motel on Route 66, I am sure there is another one someplace…In California maybe?”



“I will have a look in the book,” Brandon replied as he began to thumb through the pages of the guidebook.



“We will try further on,” I said, as I swung the car back onto the road.



“Yeah here it is,” Brandon said after a few moments, “It’s near San Bernardino, Rialto California…The Wigwam Motel.”



“Ok, we will try to get in there when we hit California. Maybe that can be our last night before we get to Los Angeles?” I said hopefully.



Brandon nodded and turned his attention back to the GPS.



“Looks like Rolla, Missouri is the next town along the road here..let’s try there!” He said.



“Ok..sounds good!” I replied again.



A little while later we entered the town of Rolla and pulled up outside a ‘Days Inn’ Motel.



It was already dark when we drove into the car park and stopped in front of the office. The motel itself was set round in a two storey semi-square block and we were encouraged to see the ‘Vacancies’ sign outside.



Brandon jumped out the car and went inside the office, where I could see through the window that an old guy was stood behind the desk. A few moments later Brandon came back outside and gave me a thumbs up sign and motioned me to come into the office.



I parked the car in a parking bay and walked inside.



“They have got a couple of rooms left,” Brandon said. “You get us checked in and I will go unload the car.”



“Alright,” I replied as Brandon headed out of the office door.



I smiled at the man behind the desk as I approached him.



“Hello, how are you mam?” He asked warmly.



“Yeah I am fine thanks, you have a room for the night?” I said back.



“Sure do mam..I got two rooms left for tonight. You want them both or are sharing?



“Sharing will be fine.” I said innocently.



“Ok mam..One’s a double the other has got two small single beds, which one do you wanna take?” He asked, giving me a slight smirk.



“Oh err..the double will be ok for us thank you.” I tried not to make eye contact as I replied.



“Sure,” he said after a moment’s pause.



I reached into my purse and took out my credit card.



“That is gonna be $50 for one night’s stay,” He said as he tapped away on his keyboard.



“Could I take your name please mam?”



“Oh yeah, It’s Giffords, Cindy Giffords.” I replied.



“Ok, could you just fill out this form and sign at the bottom please?” He asked, passing the sheet of paper.



After he ran my card through the machine, he handed me a key-card and directed me to the upper floor of the building.



“Ok mam, here is your room key, it’s gonna be room 34. Go out of the door and along the front of the building to the second set of stairs going up and then it’s just along the walkway.”



“Ok thank you!” I replied and turned to head towards the door, into the warm Missouri night.



“Have a good night!” He called to me as I opened the door to go out. He had a distinctly condescending tone to his voice. To be honest he might as well have just come out and said, “I know what you are gonna be doing in that room.”



I just glanced over my shoulder and smiled at him before going through the door. I guess he thought that Brandon was some toyboy lover of mine, an older woman taking her young man to a motel behind her husband’s back. “If only you knew the truth,” I thought to myself as I walked back to where Brandon was stood by the truck, holding our two bags.



“It’s up there on the second floor, Room 34.” I said as I put the key in the door and locked up the car.



Brandon walked off in the direction of the stairs and I could not help watching his tight buns as he strode away, pulling the two suitcases beside him.



*



A short while after we had put our bags into the room, we went to a little diner down the street and had dinner, before returning to the motel for the night.



The room was nice and spacious and Brandon did not seem at all bothered about the one solitary bed, or be it a king size one that occupied it.



“I am gonna go take a shower,” He said as he walked into the bathroom, while I unzipped a bag to take out my toothbrush.



“Ok,” I replied.



While he was in the shower, I removed my new nightdress from the case and laid it out on the bed. The delicate lace work around the top and hem of the transparent material really made it look like a classy and expensive item of lingerie.



My plan was to go into the bathroom once Brandon came out and get dressed up in my sexy little negligee. Then I planned to come out and climb into bed, giving Brandon ample view of my assets.



I picked up the nightie and wrapped it in a towel so Brandon would not see it before I was wearing it.



I sat on the bed listening to the water from the shower coming from the bathroom. I thought about how I was going to play this tonight. I could not just jump straight into bed with him and expect him to fuck me straight away. Tonight I had to set him up, get him real interested..if he wasn’t already??…Tonight I would try and cuddle up close with him, let him feel my big, barely covered, tits pressing against him. Nuzzle my face against his neck, maybe even steal a kiss or two!!



Yes, tonight was about a little subtle seduction, seeing how far I could go..testing the waters…unless of course, he took it further!!!



He emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later. He took my breath away..he had no shirt on and just a towel wrapped around his waist, the outline of his cock making a bulge in the front of the towel. His hair still had that wet look where he had only towelled it dry. His upper body showed the defined muscles that he had been developing, his biceps expanding and his broad chest taut and chiselled.



“All done in there,” he said as he walked past me and towards the bed.



“Ok, I will…errrm…go get in then,” I replied with some hesitation.



I swept into the bathroom and hastily closed the door behind me. I let out a long, slow and deep breath. The sight of my son’s almost naked body, knowing the big man meat that was hidden below that towel, had made my heart race just a little faster than it all ready was tonight!!



I placed the wrapped towel down on the side and removed my negligee from inside it. I looked up into the huge mirror that hung over the sink unit. Staring at my reflection I contemplated what I was trying to do here…I was about to put on an extremely revealing piece of lingerie, that you would normally only wear for a husband or lover, and climb into bed with my own son in an attempt to seduce him into fucking his horny mother!!



I smiled to my reflection as I thought about that big cock and getting my big titted body cuddled up against him.



I undressed and got into the shower, soaping up my big double D’s. I cupped my hand between my legs and started to strum my clit. I was already hot and excited as I stroked my cunt, gently probing my fingers around.



I closed my eyes as the water cascaded over me and pictured Brandon’s big hard cock in my mind.



I was feeling even hornier now as I imagined, in my mind’s eye, that big young dick sliding between my legs, filling my pussy and pounding me hard.



My son had become my sexual fantasy and in just a few moments, I would climbing into bed right next to him..starting the first night of my attempted seduction of my well hung son.



I prevented bringing myself to orgasm, wanting to hold onto the intense feelings inside me. Instead I clambered out of the shower and dried myself off.



My nipples were as hard as bullets as I rubbed the soft white towel across them. My big boobs swung below me as I reached down to dry my feet and my wet hair cascaded over my shoulder, water droplets dripping to the floor.



When I was dry, I placed the towel in a heap on the side of the bath and reached to the sink counter and took hold of my naughty little negligee.



I bent down and held it by my feet, stepping each foot inside the material and then slinking it up along my legs. I wrapped it around my hips and allowed the silky material to rest on my stomach. Then I reached my hands under the straps and pulled my arms up, bringing the nightie over my fat tits. I hooked the straps over my shoulders and then brushed my hands down the front to my stomach, flattening out the material that now clung to my body.



The silk felt so lovely against my skin and I looked into the mirror in front of me and gazed at my reflection.



My big breasts were only barely contained within the lace patchwork and see through material of this very sexy lingerie. I had not worn anything like this in a long time. I smiled to myself in the mirror as I prepared to walk out of the bathroom door and reveal this awesome sight to my son.



I crossed to the door and took a deep breath. This was it.



I turned the handle and opened the door, stepping out onto the carpeted floor of our hotel room.



I glanced at the television on the sideboard and then spun around towards the bed. Brandon was lying under the ruffled covers, pulled casually up to his waistline. He was topless, his well developed upper body naked for me to feast my eyes upon.



His eyes flew wide open as he moved his gaze from the television to my negligee covered body. I saw his jaw drop and for an instant I thought maybe this was too much, had I gone too far just by wearing this thing?



“Fuck Mom..WOW!” He said with a nodding approval.



I walked to the vacant side of the bed and stood there, allowing my son to take in the full sight of his mother’s busty body.



I could not help smiling as he continued to run his eyes up and down my figure.



“Jesus Mom…you look…errr….amazing!!”



“Thanks baby,” I replied trying to sound casual..although my heart was beating ten to the dozen and the butterflies were doing cartwheels in my stomach.



I leaned forwards slightly, taking a hold of the top of the duvet and lifting it up. I was acutely aware that my tits were straining the top of my negligee and my son was getting a fantastic view down the deep valley of my cleavage. I deliberately took my time climbing on to the bed and moving myself below the covers.



Brandon’s head was turned to the side and his eyes fixed on my boobs as I brought my large rack close to his face as I slid my body under the duvet.



“Where…errm…where did you get…that mom?” He asked with a throaty quiver to his voice.



“Oh well…just at the store..they didn’t have many nightdresses in at the time.” I said, lying.



“I know it’s a bit revelling but…well you’re the only one gonna see me in it!” I went on, as I pulled the duvet up to just below my breasts and laid my head back onto the pillow.



“No..it’s fine mom..errmmm..yeah…cool!” He replied, turning his head back towards the TV.



I looked down at my tits which had flopped to the side of the lacy material, then glanced sideways at Brandon.



“Only trouble is..my boobs are a bit too big for it..it was the only size they had!” I said, wanting to keep my son’s attention.



He turned his head back sideways and looked straight at my chest.



“Looks good from where I am mom!” he stated with that arrogant tone that I love to hear from him, his eyebrows raised and a smirk on his face.



I laughed, then replied, “Yeah I expect it does!”



His eyes came up from my tits and made contact with my gaze. It was another of those moments when we both understood what the other was thinking. A definite sexual chemistry was passing between us.



We both smiled.



I then ran my eyes down my son’s muscular torso and then back up to make eye contact with him again. I could feel my pussy twitching.



“You are not bad to look at yourself baby,” I said.



Brandon smirked and then raised his arms up over his head, resting his outstretched hands on the top of the padded headboard.



“Then enjoy the view mom,” He replied, returning his eyes to the tit flesh that squeezed over the edges of the material of my sexy nightie.



As we were now laying side by side in the bed, when I turned my head to look at my son, our faces were only a short distance apart. I smiled at his last flirtatious remark and responded by again running my eyes down and along his naked upper body.



“You are in pretty good shape aren’t you baby?” I said, returning my eyes to draw level with his again.



Brandon nodded and gave me that arrogant smirk again, his eyes wandering down from my face to my right breast, bulging against the side of the thin lacy hem.



There was a few moments pause as I returned my head back straight and looked at the television. All the time though, I was aware that Brandon was keeping his eyes fixed on my cleavage, my excitement levels reaching fever pitch.



“That was a long drive today,” I said.



“Huhua,” came his brief reply.



“And it’s only the first day,” I said pointedly.



Brandon lowered his arms down and eased himself up onto his elbows, raising his head from the pillow.



“Yeah…Only the first day,” he repeated but in a supercilious tone of voice.



I turned my head to look at him again. He was now moving his body underneath the duvet and I felt his left leg come into contact with my right. He edged himself closer towards me and was now able to view my busty body from a slightly higher point of view.



Then he lay back down and rested his head on the pillow. He was now lying just inches away from me and his face was close to mine. I turned my head towards his.



“What are you doing?” I asked with a smile.



“Just thought you might like a cuddle before we go to sleep?” He replied.



I could literally have jumped up and down with excitement. My heart raced and I had to desperately control my breathing. Brandon was virtually lying on top of me and all I had to do was roll my body to the right and snuggle in to him. It seemed that this seduction of my son was really not going to be difficult. This naughty negligee had had an amazing effect on my boy!!



I smiled wide and nodded my head sharply. “Oh yeah..I would really like that,” I said, sounding far too willing.



“Come on then!” He replied.



Brandon lifted his left arm and raised it over my head, motioning me too cuddle against his body.



I rolled onto my side and lifted my head from the pillow, laying it back down on my son’s bicep. He lowered his arm and placed it on my shoulder, wrapping me in his tight grip. I slid my left arm across his chest and rested my hand by his right nipple.



I shuffled my body forwards and stopped moving when I felt my thinly covered breasts make contact with his flesh. My knees were bent inwards and I could feel the material of his boxer shorts. We were now into a position that most lovers would get into when they were in bed…not a normal situation though for a mother and son!!



“OOOO that’s nice,” I cooed, as I felt the warmth of my son’s body against me.



“Yeah,” he replied rather quietly.



He raised his right arm and reached back behind his head, feeling for the switch to the room light that was located on a panel behind the bed.



It clicked off and the light was extinguished, leaving only the glare from the television set to illuminate the room.



I suddenly felt Brandon’s fingers start to stroke my shoulder, gently caressing along my skin. His fingertips ran across my flesh and the tingles that accompanied it shot along my whole body.



I was already horny enough but this was driving me crazy. It felt so wonderful to be this close to my hunky son..but I had to take it slowly..let him be the one to make the next move…if there was to be one?



For the next five minutes or so we remained just like that, watching television, neither of us saying anything.



Brandon continued to run his fingers from my shoulder to mid way down my arm and then back up again. In response to this, I started to move my hand from side to side on his chest, my fingers rubbing over his nipple, which became hard and erect.



I inhaled deeply at my son’s manly and musky scent. With my face resting against the crack of his arm, I could smell the deodorant and after shave that he used.



This was the closest I had been to a man since my last fuck-buddy some time ago. I loved this part of being with someone though, that amazing feeling when you can be close to someone in bed, snuggled up real close and in anticipation of the sexual satisfaction that would normally follow. But this was a very different situation…this was a mother and son cuddled up together..me and my son!!

“You wanna see what else is on?” Brandon asked.



“No..I am not bothered really…I’m not really watching it!”



“Oh,” He said rather surprised, “Do you wanna turn it off then?..I guess we should get some sleep..it’s gonna be another long day tomorrow.”



“Oh..errr…yeah..I guess so!” I replied, trying to disguise the disappointment in my voice.



There was only one thing I wanted to do right now..and it wasn’t sleep!!



Brandon reached for the remote control that was lying on the duvet cover beside him. He pointed it at the TV and in a second the last light source in the room was gone.



Outside on the walkway, a couple walked past our room door with one of those rolling suitcases. The sound of the wheels scraping along the concrete drummed out their conversation but I could just make out the voices of a woman and a man as they went past, then a car door being closed rather harshly down in the car park, echoed around.



In the now total darkness and silence of the room, I could hear both my heavy breathing and that of my son’s. He moved slightly and then his fingers on my shoulder squeezed into my flesh. His other hand had come down onto his chest and was now rested on top of my hand, his fingers sliding in-between the gaps of my fingers and locking down.



The atmosphere was electric..or at least to me it was!



“Night mom,” He said before placing his lips against my forehead and kissing me.



I shoved my hips forwards and pressed my whole body tighter against his side, my big boobs now unmistakably squashing against his ribcage.



“Night baby,” I replied.



Then I moved my head forwards off of his bicep and onto his shoulder, nuzzling my upturned face into his neck. With lustful thoughts in my mind, I pursed my lips and gently kissed him just below his earlobe, lingering there for a few seconds.



When I moved my lips from his neck, I felt his fingers lock tighter against my hand and his whole body stiffen up. I worried for a moment that I had gone too far..letting that kiss last too long!!



I could feel his heart beating against his chest and a definite deepening of his breath. He said nothing for several moments and neither did I. I was waiting to see if he would react in anyway.



Finally, after what seemed like ages but was only about half a minute I suppose, he spoke.



“I bet I would be the envy of all the guys in the neighbourhood if they could see me now!”



“Why?” I replied, knowing full well what he meant already but wanting him to say it.



“Well..I am in bed with the hottest Milf around…virtually naked!” He said with that same tone again.



“You are the one who only has his boxer shorts on,” I said with a little giggle.



“Well what about that hot piece you’re wearing…you might as well be naked.”



“I thought you said you liked it,” I replied with a mock tone of indignation.



“OH I DO!” He said firmly.



I giggled like a naughty schoolgirl and could not hide my satisfaction at this current situation. My wet pussy was practically dripping and I had to clench my legs tightly together to try and quell the heat radiating from my cunt!



“I suppose all boys like to see big breasts…even if they are their mothers!” I said in a slow and seductive voice.



Brandon inhaled deeply and I wondered if he was getting hard underneath the duvet, my eyes not yet fully adjusted to the darkness to notice any big bulges further down the bed.



“You sure got a nice rack on you, mom!” He said assuredly.



I giggled again and lifted my left leg up, draping it across his and brushing my foot against his ankle. My knee positioned only a few inches below his groin.



His whole body again stiffened up as I gently rubbed my foot up and down his lower leg.



My actions left me needing to make no reply to his last ‘rack’ remark. I think my frisky body language answered for me?



“You know mom,” He said after a few moments of increased sexual tension, “If you were any other girl, I would be ripping that lingerie off you by now.”



I loved his boldness and confidence.



“Oh really,” I replied with a lustful tone to my voice, “Lucky girl.”



Brandon’s body seemed to relax now, the tension of our situation being broken somewhat by our direct and open flirting.



“Oh yeah…you bet she would be!” he said, his fingers now resuming to stroke along my arm and back to my shoulder.



“I think any girl would be lucky to be in bed with my hunky boy…so I guess I should feel LUCKY right now?”



The newly found confidence and boldness in my voice only egged him on, my initial nervousness now subsiding as he responded to me.



“Yeah well…I have never had any complaints.” He replied casually.



“No I am sure you haven’t…big boy like you!”



Brandon laughed and dug his fingertips subconsciously into my arm.



“Well, “He said still laughing, “I guess we are both ‘big’ where it counts!”



“How do you mean?” I replied, sounding innocent.



“Let’s just say, you are big up top and I have what it takes to get the job done down below.”



Now it was my turn to laugh rather loudly.



“HHAHAA…You cocky little shit!” I responded, lifting my hand and tapping it against his chest.



“So you are a real ‘BIG BOY’ are you?” I went on, already knowing the answer.



Brandon took a deep breath which gave away his well hidden nervousness and replied with apparent confidence, “Sure am mom!”



I said nothing but just murmured slightly, an agreeable hum that told Brandon what I was thinking. Then silence descended.



You could have cut the sexual tension in the darkened room with a knife. Outside I could hear people talking down in the car park and a room door being closed along the walkway.



My eyes were now getting adjusted to the darkness and could see more clearly. The outline of my son’s body stretched out under the covers and I could just make out his feet pressing up the duvet at the end of the bed.



His heart beat fast and hard against my hand, resting across his chest. His fingers were still locked in with mine.



Underneath my negligee, my nipples were like two hard bullets, stiff and erect. I had my breasts pressed up against the side of Brandon’s body and I wondered if he could feel my nipples poking into him?



Then in a quiet and low voice Brandon said, “Night mom,” and he again kissed the top of my head.



“Goodnight my big baby!” I replied as I cuddled into him even tighter.



He untangled his fingers from mine and moved his hand away. A second later he had brought his arm across and placed his hand on the side of my stomach, just below my tits. Lying on my side, Brandon was now hugging me tightly. One arm wrapped around my neck and sensitively touching my shoulder, the other hand now squeezing my tummy just above the hip bone. I was now completely enveloped by my son’s strong arms, my body wrapped up against him.



I moved my arm further across his chest and to the side of his ribs, pulling him towards me. This was no way for a mother and son to be sleeping together…but I sure liked it!!



**



The small clock located next to the television read 3.37am as I looked across at it, having woken from sleep.



I was still snuggled up beside my son, although his arms had fallen from my waist and shoulder. I blinked several times and wiped my hand across my eyes. Then I saw it.



Looking downwards over the duvet that covered Brandon and me, I saw that the covers had been raised up and a tent-like pyramid had formed right over my son’s waist. Instantly I knew what was causing it.



I lifted my head from his body and looked at his face. He was still fast asleep.



I looked back down his body to where the tent was in the duvet. It was obvious that my son had a massive erection underneath there. His full on ‘morning glory’ arriving a little early!!



I smiled to myself and felt my pussy getting wet again. I instantly wanted to lift the covers and take a peek at his mighty dong but I was worried he may wake up…oh what the hell, he was the one who had been bragging last night about having a big dick!!



I gently moved my hand from his chest and reached down to take the duvet between my fingers. Feeling horny and excited, I slowly pulled my hand upwards and in turn raised the covers.



I looked up at my son to ensure he was not stirring but his eyes remained tightly shut, he had always been a pretty deep sleeper luckily.



I looked down into the darkness below the covers and could just make out the outline of his boxer shorts. I looked harder still, wishing I could turn on a light, and saw the sharp defined shape of his cock as it rose vertically in the air. His black boxers covered the hard and stiff flesh of man-meat that was hidden inside them but the unmistakable sight of a huge erection was still visible.



I wanted to just reach my hand down there and under the waistband of his shorts. I imagined wrapping my fist around his cock and whipping it out from under its material prison. Just the thought of being able to see his massive dick in its entire splendour and then slowly starting to pump my hand up and down on it, god I was getting so wet with my dirty thoughts.



I kept the duvet lifted up from his body and continued to gaze at the huge tented shape of his boxers. I slid my other hand down my body and separated my thighs slightly. I was still lying on my side as I began to move my fingers across my pussy. It was hot and wet between my legs, my clit very sensitive as I brushed my finger tips over it.



I tried to control my breathing as I wiggled two fingers inside my cunt and started to exercise my pussy. I kept my eyes on the huge bulge in his boxers and occasionally glanced up to ensure he was still asleep.



The scene in that darkened and quite motel room was getting hotter by the minute. A very horny, big breasted mother was lying against her son’s sleeping body, looking under the bed covers at the huge tent being caused by her own son’s large erection, while beating her fingers in and out of her wet pussy!!



The silence of the night was being broken by the sounds of my knuckles rapping against my flesh as I drilled my fingers inside my pussy. The little wet, squelching noises from between my legs becoming louder, as I got wetter.



My breathing too was getting heavier as I neared orgasm. I held my mouth tightly closed and tried to prevent my cries of pleasure from echoing through the darkness.



My eyes remained fixed on the obscene sight below the duvet. In my mind that big, juicy cock was totally naked and my sexy son was banging it up my pussy, sending his horny mother to orgasm.



I clenched my thighs tightly together, clamping my hand between them and with one final push, burying my fingers deep in my cunt.



My pussy muscles contracted hard as I coated my thrusting fingers with my love juices. I moved my head upwards and looked at my son’s sleeping face. I climaxed again as I imagined sitting on that handsome face and getting his tongue to lap at my cunt. I thought too about his mouth moving over my clit and munching me to orgasm.



Several heady moments passed as I rode the wave of orgasmic pleasure and filled my mind with the thoughts of having sex with my son.



I slowed my breathing down and tried to regain my composure. I looked over the clock, 3.48am.



Slowly I withdrew my fingers from my pussy and gently moved my arm upwards along my body to my face. I released my grip on the duvet and allowed it to fall back down, sending a rush of air blasting forwards over our bodies.



I opened my mouth and pushed my wet fingers onto my tongue and started to lick my tasty pussy juices, as I did, I looked back down at the large tent-like bulge that still covered Brandon’s erection.



I swallowed hard and could taste the salty mixture sliding down my throat…how I wished it was cum from my son’s big cock!!



Finally I curled myself back up and rested my hand back on Brandon’s chest. He stirred slightly and his right arm came up onto his chest, his hand moving back onto mine.



I gently laid my head against his shoulder and closed my eyes. For the moment my sexual urges had been subsided, my fingers taking care of me, but I knew it would not satisfy me for long. I knew that simply seeing his hard-on, hidden below his boxers would not be enough.



I thought about his reaction when he had seen my lingerie and the things he had said when we had been flirting together. I knew he was interested but was it enough to be able to get him to fuck his own mother and give me that big cock to play with?



In the morning we would be back on the road heading west!



**



Day Two –Rolla, Missouri to Edmond, Oklahoma



It was a very warm morning as Brandon and I clambered into the car and pulled out of the car park of the motel. The weather forecast for the Midwest said that it would reach almost 90 degrees today.



“How did you sleep baby?” I asked as we started to drive out of the town of Rolla.



“Yeah fine…you kept me warm Mom!” He said, turning his face towards me and giving me a wink.



I smiled back and replied, “Well you kept me nice and warm as well!”



“I don’t think we will need to today though,” He said, looking out of the window and up to the clear blue sky, “It’s gonna be a hot one!”



“Yeah..really hot!” I mumbled in a tone of innuendo.



Brandon was doing the driving this morning as we rolled through the uplands of the Ozark’s, a rugged and very picturesque stretch of our route.



I sat back in my seat and took in the sights, the old boarded up motels and cafe’s that line the old road beside the newer Interstate. I gazed up at the clear blue skies and the sun that was beating down on Missouri. I thought back to the events of last night. Cuddling in the bed and the things we had said to each other and then what had happened when I woke up and saw his giant erection under the duvet. I thought about how wet I had been shoving my fingers into my cunt while looking at his hard-on.



“Mom…Mom…” Brandon called, breaking me out of my daydream.



“Yeah…what…sorry baby..I was just thinking about something!” I replied after a moment.



“Yeah so I could see..Must of been something good, you were smiling like the Joker just then!”



“Yeah sorry…Just drifted away for a moment!” I replied as I tried to hide my guilty looking face.



Brandon laughed a little and flicked a quick glance at me before returning his eyes to the road.



I am sure he could read my mind, his look said, ‘I know what you were thinking.’



“We should stop and get some breakfast somewhere…my stomach is doing summersaults,” I remarked.



“Yeah ok…There is a little town up ahead..Lebanon, we’ll see what’s there shall we?” He replied.



I nodded my head with a “Huhuhu!”



Lebanon is a real old Route 66 town. We passed a famous motel, Munger Moss, which I had read about in the guidebook. Just down the street a little we found a quaint little diner so we pulled in and went inside.



It was a real Mom and Pop place but really busy. The waitress, a young girl of about 20, with a frilly white apron thing around her waist, took our order and then scurried away threw a door leading to the kitchen.



“Lucky to find a seat in here,” I remarked, sitting across the table from my son.



“I bet most of these people come here everyday…Look at some of these hillbillies!” Brandon commented, looking around the diner.



“Susssh, someone will hear you!” I told him.



We both laughed.



During breakfast, Brandon looked at me with that lustful look in his eyes and kept dropping his gaze to my chest. Today I was wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts which came just above my knee. My big tits stretched the material of the shirt and my nipples pressed outwards like two jutting bullets.



I thought it was time I moved this on a little!!



“Did you not get a good enough view of them last night Brandon?” I asked quietly so the table behind us could not hear.



“What?” He replied.



“My boobs, you can’t take your eyes off ‘em!” I said back, lowering my own eyes down to my rack.



Brandon laughed and dropped his eyes down onto the plate of eggs and bacon below him.



“Sorry mom,” He said rather coyly.



“It’s alright baby..I am only messing..I don’t mind you looking!” I replied with a slight giggle in my voice.



Brandon’s eyes again rose to meet my gaze and we exchanged another of those moments between us. Our knowing smiles and expressions saying so much about what we were both thinking.



“You looked amazing last night mom.”



“Thank you baby,” I replied.



The noise and bustle of the diner carried on around us as my son and I sat looking across the table at each other, our flirting continuing.



“Did you mind us cuddling like that?…I guess it’s not what mothers and son’s really do…especially half undressed!” I asked, as I lifted the coffee cup to my lips.



Brandon shook his head and with a wink replied, “No not at all..are you kidding…I got to be in bed with the hottest Milf on Route 66!”



I laughed as he leaned across the table and lowered his voice even further. I leaned down and we faced each other just inches apart.



He whispered. “If you weren’t my mom, I would have fucked you for sure!”



I tried to act a little surprised at my son’s boldness but I knew he could see straight through it, so after a moment, gathering my courage to say something to add fuel to the fire, I replied,



“Well from what I saw last night, the fact I am your mom wasn’t bothering you!!”



Brandon sat up and looked at me quizzically, his eyes darting around to see if anyone was listening.



“How do you mean?” He asked rather unsure of himself for once.



I smiled and this time I was the one to offer a wink of the eye. My excitement levels began to race through my body as I spoke with my son like never before.



“Well…I woke up during the night…and…errr…well…you….had something…on display!!”



Brandon took a few seconds to catch my meaning and then in his rather arrogant and self confident way he looked down at my chest and replied,



“Oh..I see…you were being a ‘naughty mommy?”



I giggled and our eyes met.



“Well actually I thought I was quite well behaved considering.”



“Considering?” He asked with a smirk.



“Well…considering…what was in front of me!” I replied, gaining confidence.



Brandon looked over his shoulder and to the tables around us checking again to see if anyone was paying attention to us, which they were not. He then leaned into me again and I lowered my head to his, close to the table top.



“And what was in front of you mom?” Brandon asked in low voice.



I widened my eyes and raised my eyebrows then said slowly, “Something..very…BIG!”



Brandon kept his eyes fixed on me but said nothing for several moments. Then he smiled and a satisfied look came to his face.



“Oh..I see…You mean…you know!” He said finally.



I nodded and grinned back at him.



He knew what I had seen and he knew what I meant but did not say the words. Our flirtatious looks and giggles said what we were thinking.



*



A while later and we were back on the road heading towards Springfield, Missouri.



My admission about last night and our conversation over breakfast had left a strange atmosphere in the car. The smirk had not left Brandon’s face since, seeming to revel in the knowledge that I had seen his big erection during the night.



I was happy too that my little game of seduction was moving forwards so well. It was blatantly obvious that Brandon had sexual urges towards me as much as I did to him. It was surely just a case of harnessing it towards my ultimate goal…sex with my son. Reciprocal flirting between us was one thing but the actual act of having sex would be a natural barrier that we would have to cross. The question is..Would Brandon do so?..or for that matter, would I when the situation actually arose. I mean fantasy is fine in the mind, but what about reality?

“You know something Mom…I am real glad we came on this trip together…I feel like we are getting..closer!” He said, breaking me from my thoughts.



“Hah..oh yeah…so am I baby..It’s lovely getting to spend so much time with my baby without any distractions.” I replied.



“Well I would say there aren’t any distractions…I mean we got the beautiful scenery..The road..the traffic…and that hot little nightdress thing of yours!”



I laughed. “Is that a distraction?” I replied.



“Well..yeah..if you’re a guy it is!” He said, turning his head from the road to give me a cheeky wink.



“So..you really think I look good in that nightie hey?” I asked confidently.



“Are you kidding mom..I told you…Hottest Milf on Route 66!”



“Oh your just saying that to make me feel good…I know I have big breasts but I am sure I am not a mother YOU would like to fuck!!”



I felt my heart skip a beat as I said this and I looked across to my son with some trepidation..I had emphasized the ‘YOU’ to see if he would respond to it.



He slowly turned his eyes away from the road again and looked across at me in the passenger seat.



He raised his eyebrows to me and lowered his gaze to my chest, then replied with a meaning in his voice,



“Mom..You are ANY guys Milf!”



I smiled and replied in a deepened whisper, “Thanks baby.”



It was just the answer I had wanted. Brandon was up for this I was sure, It was just a question of how I took it to the next step..Tonight at the hotel would be interesting to say the least!!



*



We continued to drive west passing through many miles of rolling pastures and little towns. In its heyday this stretch of the mother road cutting through the heartland of America would have seen many travellers, prospectors and dreamers pass along it, all heading for the promised lands of the West..I wondered though as we observed this forgotten highway, just how many mother’s and son’s had travelled it, intent on seduction?



We chatted and continued our flirting as we crossed the Missouri border and into Kansas. We passed through the historic town of Joplin, still reeling from the powerful tornado that ripped the town apart in 2011.



“You wanna get some lunch here?” Brandon asked.



“Yeah, if you are hungry?” I replied.



“Well, I’m ok really,” He said, “That was a pretty big breakfast we had..but we can stop if you want to?”



“No I’m alright..let’s keep going shall we?”



Brandon nodded his approval and we drove on.



Route 66 really becomes its best through the great state of Oklahoma. So much of the original road is still intact and both Brandon and I loved the historic sites and towns we saw. We made several sightseeing stops in some of the old towns, including at the ‘Will Rogers Memorial’ in Claremore and the famous ‘Blue Whale’ in Catoosa, just outside Tulsa…well after all we were supposed to be on a Route 66 tour..not just getting from one hotel to the next!!



It was very hot and humid as we followed the Interstate through Tulsa. The sun was low in the sky and beating through the windshield of the car. I had taken over the driving and Brandon was slumped in the passenger seat of the car, but keeping his eyes more on me than the passing sights.



“You know mom..that t-shirt is really starting to cling to you!” He commented.



“Well..it is pretty hot babe..I got the air con up as high as it will go.”



“Yeah..it’s fine..It wasn’t a complaint!” He said with a laugh.



I quickly took my eyes from the road and looked down at my chest. The t-shirt was indeed clinging to me, the material encasing my large cleavage and brought to two prominent points at my hard nipples. I could feel the sweat forming little beads on my skin below the t-shirt and causing it to stick against my tits.



“Looks alright from over here mom,” He said as I returned my eyes to the road ahead.



“Another of the Route 66 sights I guess baby!”



Yeah..well in this car it is anyway,” He replied.



“I am sure you will get a good ‘eyeful’ again tonight!” I responded with a glancing smile.



Brandon nodded his head approvingly, “Looking forward to it,” He said with a wide and naughty looking smirk.



I continued driving, hoping that wherever we ended up tonight, the hotel would have a room with a doubled bed in it!!



*



We stopped for dinner in a quiet little restaurant in the town of Stroud. The evening was very warm and balmy, the sun starting to go down over the edge of the dusty sky.



“Where should we try and stop for the night?” Brandon asked as we ate.



“Well let’s press on a little way yet. We have a little while before it gets dark, it’s only 7.35.” I replied.



“Oh yeah..Can’t wait for ‘after dark’!”



Brandon and I exchanged glances and then his eyes wandered down to my breasts.



*



We pulled into the car park of the Stafford House Inn at shortly after 9.30pm. We were in Edmond, Oklahoma, just north of Oklahoma City. The temperature was still up in the mid 80′s as I strolled in to the reception office and asked for a double room!



The lady behind the counter seemed uninterested as she took my credit card and handed me the room key. Outside in the car park, Brandon had unloaded our bags as was waiting for me to return.



“Only another double I’m afraid darling,” I said as I walked towards him waving the key in my hand.



“Oh what a shame!” He replied, grinning widely.



The room was quite small and stuffy as we entered and closed the door behind us. Sparsely decorated and with little beside the narrow bed and television on a side table, it was good we were only staying one night!



*



In the bathroom, I changed in to my naughty negligee and checked myself out in the mirror, my tits bulging out from the lacy thin material.



Out in the bedroom, I could hear Brandon moving around and the rather noisy squeak of the bed as he climbed into it. After the day of flirting, I was unsure about what was going to happen tonight. I knew I was more than ready to fuck with my son but in spite of all his big talk and bravado, I still had a slight doubt.



I squeezed my boobs together and pinched my nipples so they looked hard and prominent through the silk of the lingerie. Taking a final look at my reflection, I reached over and pulled down the door handle, moving my busty body out into the main room of our sparse hotel for the night.



Brandon’s eyes ran up and down my body as he laid under the covers with his hands behind his head and his topless chest and chiselled stomach on full display. I stood still for a moment with my hands on my hips, letting him take in the full sight of my barely covered body.



“Oh WOW Mom..Looks even better than last night.” He said with a smirk.



“You don’t mind having your mother in bed with you then?” I asked playfully.



Brandon said nothing but replied by unlinking his hands from behind his head and bringing them down to take hold of the bed covers, which he swiftly threw back, uncovering himself to below his boxer shorts. He then patted the bed next to him and ushered me to get in next to him.



I smiled and walked over with an exaggerated sway of my hips. I lifted my legs and climbed up onto the vacant space on the mattress, revealing my thick thigh as the negligee rose to just below my naked pussy. I had peeled my panties off already and they were now laying on the bathroom floor.



“It’s warm in here!” I remarked, as I rolled down onto my side and moved up against my hunky son, draping my right arm across his chest.



“Yeah it sure is!” he replied with a smirk, his arm wrapping around my neck and his hand landing on my naked shoulder, as he had done last night.



I inhaled the manly scent of his freshly showered body as I rested my cheek onto his upper chest, nuzzling into his collar bone. Outside I could hear voices and the harsh closing of car doors. The room backed onto some trees and through the open window in the bathroom, I could hear a night owl calling out.



Brandon broke the otherwise silence of the room as his fingers gently stroked my shoulder.



“Long drive today hah?” He said.



“Yeah…I enjoyed it though!” I replied, lightly scratching my fingernails across his chest.



“Some great..’Sights’!!” he said with emphasis.



I giggled at his innuendo and lifted my head momentarily to look at his smirking face and raised eyebrow expression.



“Glad you enjoyed the..’View’ baby!” I replied with equal salaciousness in my voice.



I was feeling horny but playful and I wanted to tease my boy a little tonight to test just how much he really wanted to fuck me.



“You know what I miss most about not having a boyfriend?” I asked, stroking his nipple, “Spooning in bed!”



My son flinched a little and seemed to pull my body closer into him.



“Spooning!!” He said, rather surprised.



“Yeah you know…Having a man snuggled up against me, It’s even better than this kind of cuddling.”



I looked down at my son’s crotch and saw the growing bulge in his boxer shorts. I smiled to myself and decided to take the initiative.



“Come on baby, let’s try it…Spoon me!” I said boldly.



I lifted my head from his chest and twisted my whole body over, rolling onto my back and then onto my right side, turning my back away from my son. My barely contained tits flopped across my chest and were squeezed together as I rested on my side.



“Come in behind me,” I called, looking back over my shoulder at my son, who’s eyes were staring at my ass, the covers now kicked down at our feet, exposing all of my silky covered body.



I closed my legs together tightly, trying to contain the wetness of my hot, naked pussy, as Brandon shifted onto his side and edged his muscular body against my back. His left arm came over my hip and his out stretched hand slithered over my tummy, his fingers sliding across my flesh which sent a shiver through me.



I curled my legs inwards and I felt his feet entangle with mine. He cuddled in really close behind me and I could feel his hot, quick paced breath on the back of my neck.



“This ok Mom?” He whispered as he gently pressed his hardening crotch against my ass and tightened his arm over me, pulling me backwards.



“Perfect,” I replied slowly, as I pushed my rear-end against his covered cock.



I smiled to myself as I stared at the white painted wall and savoured the feeling of that big bulge pressing on my butt. My son’s feet started to entwine around mine and we played a game of footsy at the end of the bed. His fingers made little circular motions around my stomach and lightly probed at my belly button.



I turned my head back slightly and made eye contact with my hunky son, my hair just brushing over his face.



“I like this a lot!” I said with raised eyebrows and a smirk, before turning my head back forwards and resting it on the pillow.



Brandon only mumbled something and buried his head against my neck, his nose nuzzling in behind my ear.



I could now feel the full hardness of his erection pressed against my ass, only the thin material of his boxer shorts and my silky lingerie separating our flesh. We were taking our flirting from today to another level.



The silent room was filled with a sexual electricity tempered by the sounds of our hastened breathing.



My wet pussy radiated between my tightly closed legs and feeling his big hard on bumping against my ample backside only served to turn me on more than I already was.



As I lay there feeling my hard bodied son, cautiously moving his crotch around so that he could ensure I was feeling it..teasing me! I felt his lips pursed onto my neck and the taboo sensation as he kissed me, then again, just below my ear, gentle, light and sensual kisses. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the experience — his kisses on my neck, the circles he was drawing on my stomach with his fingertips…and his huge cock pressing against my ass.



I started to grind my butt backwards, feeling the hardness of his big dick press deeper into my fleshy rump. His gyrations picked up speed and pressure and before long my well hung son was practically dry humping me from behind.



“Ooooh MMMMMM!” I groaned out, as his tongue pushed past his lips and now lightly ran over my neck and lapped at my earlobe.



His hand pulled back from my tummy and he took a firm hold of my up turned hip, tightly gripping me and our two grinding bodies moved harder together.



“Oh Mom..OH SHIT!” he mumbled, as the bed began to squeak below us.



“Oh baby..That feels so good…MMMMM!”



I was getting overcome with lust and excitement, wanting to feel more of my son’s big cock. I reached my left arm down and tugged at the silky material of my naughty nighty, below my waist, trying to hike it up and expose my naked ass to my son. He helped me by moving his hand off my hip and grabbing hold of the edge and forcefully tossing it upwards, so the material now bunched up around my waist.



My totally nude backside was now visible and he groaned out loud and deep, thrusting his hips even harder against me, too which I responded eagerly and grinded my naked butt against his barely covered cock.



“Pull your boxers down hunny..I wanna feel that big thing!” I said, losing my last bastion of control.



“You bet mom!” He replied arrogantly and he swiftly rolled onto his back and whipped them down his legs, kicking them off the end of the bed. In seconds and now completely naked, he was back on his side and I felt his enormous hard cock bang against my booty.



“Oh Jesus!!!” I called out as Brandon grinded against me, his hand firmly gripping my hip.



“Feel good mom?” he asked as his lips went back to kissing my neck.



“MMMMM…SO BIG!” I groaned.



The taboo scene in this motel room was hardly something you would normally see a Mother and Son doing together. I was laying there with my sexy negligee hiked up around my waist, with no panties on, turned on my side, gyrating my butt naked ass against my teenage son’s huge erection as he lay behind me, kissing my neck and bumping and grinding his crotch against my meaty ass.



The room was being filled with loud, deep groans and the squeaking of the bed springs…We were taking ‘spooning’ to a whole different level!!



“Oh baby…Oh this is so wrong…Ohhhh YEAH!” I moaned heavily, digging my fingers into the edge of the bed for leverage.



Brandon grunted as he forced his hips upwards, causing his massive cock to slide across my ass and wedge in-between my butt cheeks, lodging the fat shaft up against my ass-hole.



“OH MY GOD BRANDON!!!” I called out as we both froze.



Time stood still as I reflexively clenched my meaty ass, trapping his dick even tighter between my cheeks.



“Oh god mom..God that feels good…I have always loved your big bubble butt!” He said as he shamelessly shoved forwards and slid his big stiffy along my butt crack.



Feeling that very large and very hard man-meat squeezed between my fat cheeks, made my pussy even wetter than it was already and for the first time I noticed just how forbidden and taboo this situation really was…I mean this was my own son.



Losing control of my urges, I threw my arm behind me and forced my hand down in-between our two grinding bodies, fishing for Brandon’s big whopper. My fingers felt across my ass until I came to the crack and tried to wrap my fingers around his thick shaft.



Realizing what I was trying to do, my son jerked his hips back a little, causing his meat stick to dislodge from my clenched ass cheeks. Still on my side with my back to him, I closed my fingers around the pulsing cock and took a firm hold of him, for the first time feeling that fat prick in my hand.



“OOH YEAH MOM…ARRRGH!” He groaned out as I squeezed tighter, my closed hand starting to move along the mighty fucker.



“SO BIG BABY!” I murmured as I felt the big veins in his cock throbbing against the palm of my hand.



It was the biggest, fattest cock I had ever wrapped my fingers around. With my arm twisted behind my back, I moved up and down, squeezing tight, until I felt the tip of his manhood and then slid my hand back down. I smiled to myself, I was actually jacking off my son…jerking on his huge, hard cock.



“Oh mom…Oh YEAH…Beat my big dick!” he said as his face nuzzled back against my neck.



Just then I felt his hand slide across my tummy and quickly move up towards my big breasts. His fingers came up over my left tit, pressing into the silk and lacy patchwork around my heaving rack.



I looked down as he found my erect, thinly covered nipple and he squeezed it between his index and forefinger, using the palm of his hand to press into the fleshy part of my large breast.



“MMMMMM…OOOH BABY!” I groaned as he began to maul and squeeze my tits, sliding his hand from one to the other.



Behind me, I continued to jack off his big cock, slapping my gripping fist down it’s long length until my hand beat against his balls and I repeated the motion. I lifted my head from the pillow and turned my head to look back over my shoulder.



He was too close against me for me to be able to see his big cock behind my ample asset, but I twisted my neck further and was now looking into his glassy blue eyes.



“Kiss me hunny,” I said with a longing tone to my voice, as though I needed it more than anything else in the world at that moment.



My son’s face came closer to mine and with a tight grip on my right tit, his mouth connected with mine and I felt his tongue slide across my tongue to start a deep and forbidden, French kiss.



Our tongues danced and entangled together as I continued to play with his hard on, feeling the pre-cum touching the flesh of my ass as I beat his meat behind me.



His strong hands mauled my big boobs and his fingers stimulated my sensitive nipples. The wet slurping sounds from our conjoined mouths competed with the soft slapping noise from where I was jacking him off and the dull, distant calls of the owl outside the back window, a soundtrack of both natural and unnatural night-time noises.



Our tongues and lips kept mashed together as we kissed like no Mother and Son ever should, our eyes tightly closed. My heartbeat raced and pulses shot up and down my spine, tingling to my already wet pussy.



Just then Brandon’s hand left my tits and again headed down my body, over my stomach and the ruffled material of my silky lingerie. I opened my eyes wide as his fingers landed on my well groomed bush and tried to snake in-between my legs, closed one on top of the other as I was laid on my side.



Brandon sensed my momentary unease to give his hand access between my legs and his eyes opened too. He withdrew his tongue swiftly from my mouth and for only a few seconds broke the kiss, just long enough to say,



“It’s ok Mom..Let me in!”



It was said in a reassuring and loving tone and this suddenly felt the most natural thing in the world, as I gazed deep into his blue eyes.



I lifted my left knee a little, allowing his hand to push down and over my highly sensitive clit. We re-entwined our mouths and tongues as his fingers encircled my button and stimulated my hungry pussy, sliding across my meaty lips, searching and probing for the entrance to my sex starved cunt.



“Ooooh baby…OH GOD…OH YEAH!!!”



Behind me, I jerked harder and faster on Brandon’s big cock, slapping my hand against his balls.



As we continued to kiss and tongue our mouths together, his fingers slid in my pussy while his thumb rubbed on my clit. I clenched my cunt muscles hard around his delving fingers as he plunged them in and out, my juices coating them.



I broke my mouth away from his and cried out with a deep orgasmic moan,



“OOOOOOHHHH GOD….ARRRRR..YESSSS!”



This just encouraged him and he thrust three fingers, knuckles deep in my pussy, getting faster and harder with each push.



“You like it Mom?..You gonna cum for me?” He whispered in my ear.



“OOOH GOD YES BABY…OH YES..MAKE ME CUM BABY…OOOOHHH GOD…MMMMMM!”

I held on tight to his big stick and cried out as I felt my wet pussy creaming. Deep shudders shook my whole body and I clenched my legs tight together, trapping his hand between them as he wriggled his fingers around in my clenching cunt.



“AAARRRRGH….OOOOHH BABY….OOOOOHHH GOD YES!!”



I moaned while he gently nibbled on my ear. Being made to orgasm by my own son’s fingers while I whacked off his big cock was a very liberating and deeply erotic moment..almost spiritual!



I pulled faster on his cock, beating my hand up and down the large, long, shaft. I pushed my hips backwards slightly so the big knob head was touching my ass.



“Oh that’s it mom..Jack off my big dick…It’s your turn to make me cum!” he moaned loudly.



Lustfully, I turned my head back sideways and stuck out my tongue, inviting him to lock mouths with me again, which he did in a second.



His fingers continued to powerfully fuck my very wet pussy, while I pounded my fist along the fat shaft of his cock. Our tongues danced and lapped together as I felt his body stiffen against me and he groaned into my mouth as I felt hot cum splash across my ass.



Thick, heavy ropes blasted from his cum gun cock as I milked him with my tight grip. I could feel the hot spunk landing on my big backside and dripping down my cheeks towards the bed, leaving a sticky, snail like trail, as it slid over my ample posterior.



My fingers too were now coated in my son’s cum as I ran my hand over the top of his knob, coaxing out the final few drops of potent teenage spunk.



Brandon, having released his pent up gunk, now pushed a forth finger inside my pussy and determined to make his horny mother orgasm again, fingering me hard and deep.



It only took a few moments before my cunt gushed over his fingers again, my busty body jerking and shuddering as he made me cum for the second time tonight, his talented fingers working my cunt over good and hard.



I again broke our sloppy, dirty kiss and cried out,



“OOOHH BABY…ARRRGH YES….YOU BAD BOY…OOOOH MY GOD…MMMMM….OH SHITTING HELL…ARRRRGH YESSSSS!”



*



We both lay breathing heavily, our body’s sweating with the heat of the room and our sexual activities, the room smelling of our orgasmic juices.



Brandon buried his face into my neck and planted kisses on my skin. I closed my eyes and laid my head back on the pillow, feeling awfully tired all of a sudden and ready to sleep.



“Jesus Mom..That..was..amazing!” he said breathlessly.



“Yes baby..it..was!” I replied.



His fingers slid out of my wet pussy and he dislodged his hand from between my squashed legs. He then brought his arm up and placed his sticky wet hand onto my breast, wrapping his fingers around it.



Holding his still semi hard cock tightly in my hand, I shook it from side to side and slapped it against my cum covered ass, making loud smacking sounds as flesh beat against flesh.



“BIG..NAUGHTY…BOY!”



I called out seductively as I slapped his cock against my backside a few times more.



“Oh yes Mom..SLAP THAT ASS!” He said, as he continued kissing my neck.



As my mind whirled with bad thoughts and excitement, I pushed my body backwards, releasing my grip on his cock and trapping it back tightly against my ass. He too snuggled in against me, spooning his young body behind me. I turned my head around again and said, “Sleep time my BIG BOY!”



He lifted his head and pushed his lips against mine, kissing me deeply and passionately, before he broke off and replied,



“Night my sexy Momma!” and laid his head back down on the pillow, squeezing my boobs with his hand.



I relaxed myself and stared at the faded paintwork of the white wall next to the bed, feeling my wet pussy, hot and tingling between my legs. I closed my eyes and thought about what the rest of this road trip might hold for me and my lovely well hung son.



* * *



Day Three — Edmond, Oklahoma to Santa Rosa, New Mexico



I tossed the key down onto the desk and the pretty blonde girl smiled at me and said she hoped I had enjoyed my stay? I smiled back and replied happily, “Yes thank you..Very much!”



I left the office and crossed the car park to where Brandon was waiting in the truck. Last night had been life changing for us both, although we didn’t actually have sex, what we had done in that motel room bed, would mean things would never, could never, be the same again.



I was happy and horny, wanting this to go further — I wanted that big cock, not just in my hand either, but pounding up my pussy. Yes I really wanted to fuck him and make my fantasy’s come true and after last night I was sure he did too.



The sun beamed down from a cloudless sky and although it was only 9am, it was clear it was going to be another hot and humid day. Brandon had climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine as I opened the passenger door and clambered in.



“All Ok?” he asked as I closed the door behind me.



“Yeah..Hopefully the room next door didn’t hear anything and complained?” I replied.



“Jealous more like!” My son smiled.



We pulled out of the motel car park and were heading west again on old Route 66, leaving the town of Edmond, Oklahoma.



“You enjoy last night?” He asked as we drove.



“Yes..Naughty but very, VERY nice!” I replied, reaching over and placing my hand on his right thigh.



“You know Mom..I…I would have…You know…Gone all the way!!” He said with uncertain apprehension and a glance towards me.



“Yes..I know baby,” I replied, patting my hand on his leg reassuringly, “Plenty of time to give Mommy what she needs baby!”



“I have thought about you..Doing what you did to me last night so many times before!” He said.



“You mean having Mommy jerking off your big, fat cock baby?” I said firmly and with emphasis.



He turned to look at me and laughed out loud.



“Errr..Yeah Mom..Wow, never heard you talk like that before..Well apart from last night!”



Now I laughed and as I squeezed his leg I seductively replied,



“Well my BIG boy…I think you are gonna see a lot of things you haven’t seen and heard before baby!”



“I saw quite a lot last night!” he said, staring down at my tits contained under my thin t-shirt.



I leaned across and pressed my other hand onto his chest and said into his ear, “Brandon..I am gonna show you EVERYTHING!”



I planted a kiss on his cheek as he watched the road ahead, feeling his heartbeat pound slightly quicker against his chest.



He laughed again and arrogantly said, “Can’t wait Mom!..I will take the full guided tour!”



He turned his head and quickly slapped his lips against mine, kissing me full on the mouth. Needless to say, I kissed him back!



**



We passed the town of Clinton, with its oldie, worldy shops and restaurants. Brandon and I talked constantly about last night and the more we talked, the hornier I got.



“I loved it when you jacked me off and took my cum all over your ass..It looked so amazing all dripping down,” He said like an excited kid.



“It felt amazing too baby..All hot and sticky!” I replied, “Got it all over my hand and fingers as well!”



“Oh yeah..How did you wash it off? I didn’t feel you get up in the night!” He asked.



“No I didn’t..It just dried up I guess!”



I raised my hand to my face and made a show of sniffing my fingers, inhaling deeply and still smelling the musky scent of his dried cum.



Brandon looked across at me with a smirk and said, “Dirty Mommy!”



I nodded and stuck my fingers into my mouth, licking and sucking them while holding eye contact with my hunky son. I couldn’t actually taste anything but I played the part and transfixed him with my naughty behaviour.



“Eyes on the road baby..We don’t want you having an accident do we?” I said, taking a brief pause from licking my fingers.



“I mean what would you put on the police report?..Got distracted from driving by my mother, who was sucking my dried up cum from her fingers after she jacked me off last night!!!”



Brandon laughed and focused his eyes back on the sun drenched tarmac stretched out ahead.



“No, that would sound a little strange,” He replied.



Route 66 took us onwards towards the west and the sun shone powerfully down, heating up the day well into the mid nineties. The heat haze rose from the road like a mirage left hanging in the air.



The little town of Elk City soon came and went by and the large roadside sign heralded our crossing into the great and mighty state of Texas — The very essence of the wild frontier.



My son and I flirted as we drove along, “Must be quite some lucky girl who get’s that big dick of yours inside her,” I remarked as I again squeezed my hand on his leg.



Brandon smiled and turned his gaze towards me, “Yeah..some get lucky!!” he replied rather arrogantly, “You should try it sometime!”



I raised my eyebrows and giggled, digging my fingers into his thigh harder, “Yeah I certainly would love to TRY IT!!”



“Anytime Mom..Anytime!” He replied confidently, his eyes roaming over my rack.



We stopped off at a famous museum in Mclean, Texas, that displays nothing but Barb wire…or `Devils Rope’ as they call it. Every different type and variation of Barb wire is shown here, a strange but quintessential Route 66 oddity.



As we took the brief tour around the museum, Brandon took hold of my hand and entwined his fingers with mine. I smiled but said nothing, it felt like he was my man and I was his woman, a warm and loving moment that far surpassed a Mother and Son relationship…we were growing closer in every way. I gripped his hand tight and walked close at his side, constantly brushing my busty body against him.



“You Ok?” He asked.



“Oh yeah, just fine baby,” I replied with a smirk and a wink.



I saw this old couple looking at us from across the Barb wire covered room. They saw our hands clasped together and I could read their judgemental thoughts by the disapproving looks on their faces, ‘the older woman and her toyboy’..‘Disgusting,’ they thought, ‘She is old enough to be his mother‘…If only they knew?



As we got back to the car, the sun burning down on us, Brandon laughed and said, “You see those old fogies watching us?..I would like to have told them where to get off..Would liked to have seen their faces if I had of told them what we did last night…And that you’re my Mom!!”



“Well I’m very glad you didn’t!” I replied with a giggle.



“Would have served them right though,” He said, “Hey Gramps, look who I’m gonna be fucking tonight!!” Brandon called out as he banged the car door closed.



I laughed loudly but his comment naturally shocked me, It was the first time I had heard him say something like that, even in jest.



“He’s just jealous that you got a sexy MILF in your bed while he only has that wrinkly old bitch!”



I said, trying to hide my surprise, did he really want to fuck me tonight? God I hoped he meant it? As we drove off, I could feel the tingling wetness between my legs again…Shit, I needed to get fucked!!



*



After a time, we stopped at a famous diner in Amirillo, – the huge, ‘Big Texan Steak Ranch,’ a big and brash restaurant that was busy and rather noisy.



Over a plate of steaks, burgers and fries, Brandon and I sat opposite from each other, our eyes and little smirks meeting. Looking around to see if anyone could overhear us and after satisfying myself that nobody was paying any attention to us, I turned my gaze back towards my son, catching him staring at my large rack and my hard nipples poking against my t-shirt.



“You really love looking at those don’t you baby?” I asked giggling.



Brandon nodded and a stupid big grin crossed his face, then he replied, “Best boobs on Route 66!”



I laughed and cut my knife through the juicy steak on my plate.



“Mom..Can I ask you something?” His voice becoming my morose and his tone serious.



I stared deep into his eyes and tried to read his thoughts, but nodded reassuringly.



“Yeah course baby!”



He put his hamburger down on the plate and glanced around before leaning over the table and said to me, “Do you wanna have sex tonight?”



It was the most amazing thing to hear him say, my Son, the hunky young boy I had been lusting over for months, who I had laid in bed masturbating my wet pussy while I thought about, the object of my unnatural and incestuous desires, was now asking me if I wanted to have sex with him, this very night. I tried to act coolly and calmly, but my lust filled eyes and excited body language betrayed me to my son.



“Errm..Oh…Really..Oh baby!” I stuttered with a wide eyed smile.



Brandon laughed loudly and sat back in his seat, throwing his arms across his chest.



“I’ll take that as a yes then shall I?” He cockily replied, smirking broadly.



I smiled and winked my right eye at him, sluttily leaning back and pushing my chest out towards his hungry gaze.



“It would be rather nice!” I remarked.



“Even though I’m your son?” He replied pointedly.



I sat staring across at him for a few seconds, the noise of the bustling restaurant seeming to dissipate, as though all I could see and hear was my handsome son. Finally I spoke again,



“Would it bother you?…I mean..Could you?”



Brandon studied my face and looked deep into my eyes but his reply was decisive and clear,



“Mom..I would fuck the shit out of you..All..Night…Long!!”



I loved the confidence and slight arrogance that my son exuded, it just made me want to rip his clothes off here and now. I leaned forwards again, pushing my plate aside and resting my arms on the table.



“Oh really?” I asked with a smile, “All night hay?”



Brandon too moved forwards, leaning over the table towards me.



“Oh hell yeah..I would keep you awake…and occupied!!” He said as I giggled and seductively fluttered my eyelashes at him. “I bet you would big boy!” I replied.



“And I guess nobody would ever know,” He said, “I mean it would just be between us..and we are both consenting adults!”



His justification was comforting to my conscience.



“And it’s not like we are hurting anyone…I don’t see the issue society has with incest anyway,” He continued.



I looked around to see if anyone was listening into us, but most people’s attention was drawn to a man who was trying to complete the challenge that had made this restaurant famous, eat a 72oz steak meal, within 60 minutes, to get it for free!



Satisfied that no-one was overhearing our conversation, I directed my gaze back onto my son’s eyes and replied, “Well..I guess most mothers don’t have a strapping hunk with a big cock that they wanna get up between their legs…So they don’t understand baby!”



Brandon was momentarily surprised by my remark but was soon smirking with a cocky pride.



“No I guess they don’t,” He replied, with a big grin.



We sat exchanging looks at each other for a moment with a deep, sexually charged atmosphere between us. He reached his arm across the table and placed it on top of my left hand, wrapping his fingers in-between mine and taking hold of my hand.



“So,” He said, looking deeply into my excited eyes, “Tonight then?”



I nodded several times and squeezed his hand tight, “Yes baby..You and me..In a motel room..TONIGHT!” I replied, my heart pounding in my chest and my blood pressure rising!!



“Tonight..You are gonna fuck your Mommy!!”



**



As we drove on, the temperature inside and outside the car continued to rise, the sun pushed the mercury through 95 degrees and as we passed the battered sign that read, ‘Mid-Point’ the temperature between a horny Mother and Son was even hotter than the burning ball of fire in the sky.



“I can’t wait to suck on your big titties Mom,” Brandon said, from the passenger seat where he now sat, after I had taken over the driving at the steak house.



“You can suck them while I am bouncing up and down on your fat cock baby!” I replied, turning myself on even more with my lewdness. Brandon laughed and hummed a satisfied groan.



We both suddenly felt liberated to speak our minds, the last barrier having fallen with our discussion in the restaurant, that acknowledgment and agreement that we were going to have sex and take the ultimate step in our relationship, had freed us to talk openly in a way we never had before, building the excitement and anticipation of what we were going to do to each other.



“I wanna suck your pussy too..God you felt so wet when I had my fingers up there last night..God I am gonna make you cum so hard Mom!”



His enthusiasm and young energy was vividly displayed in his voice and his constant shifting in his seat, gave away any pretence of playing it cool.



“Can’t wait my baby boy!” I replied, feeling the hotness radiating between my legs.



“I wanna fuck you so good Mom, really get my big dick right up..Fuck, I will bang that pussy and suck your big tits till I fucking cum!!” He said getting more animated and gesticulating with his hands.



I laughed and replied, “Alright baby..Calm down..Don’t want you wasting all that lovely cum and blowing your wad in your pants do we?”



“Oh don’t worry Mom, I got plenty of hot cream for you!” He said, rather cockily again.



“Yeah I know, my big manly son..A right little stud!”



The clocks moved on an hour as we passed into New Mexico and the sun began to drop lower towards the western horizon and was basking it’s glow directly through the windshield, onto our faces.



“So where should we stop for the night Mom?..Somewhere soon I hope!”



I giggled and looked over at my son and said, “Good things come to those who wait!”



“Yeah, I suppose so,” He replied with a shrug.



“Let’s get to Santa Rosa, there will be plenty of places to stay there..And then we have all night hunny!” I said, taking one hand off the wheel and moving it over to place on his leg.



“Ok Mom…Somewhere with a BIG double bed,” He replied, taking hold of my hand and entwining his fingers with mine, “Then I can really FUCK YOU!” He said with a determined tone.



“Better put my foot down then!” I joked with a smile, as a roadside sign read — ‘Santa Rosa — 5 Miles.’



**



My pussy was wet with anticipation as we pulled into the ‘Best Western Adobe Inn’ in the desert town of Santa Rosa.



The temperature outside the car was still well over 80 degrees as I opened the door and stepped down onto the gravel of the parking lot. The two level motel looked mostly empty with only a few cars scattered about the court yard.



“Looks pretty quiet doesn’t it?” Brandon remarked.



“Yeah,” I replied, “Not in our room it won’t be!”



Brandon laughed out loud and hauled our bags out of the car as I headed for the motel office and my son promptly followed on behind me. Inside a thin, tall man with a receding hairline and bad comb over, stood behind the desk, his eyes undressing me as I walked towards him.



“Hi..Do you have a double room free?” I asked.



“Sure!” came his monotone reply, “Plenty of room tonight.”



He ran his fingers down the page of a big book open on the counter,



“You can take Room 5..Just along the boardwalk..Gonna be fifty bucks,” He said, turning the book towards me, “Please fill in your name and address here and sign below!” He went on, handing me a pen that had been chewed at the end.



Just then Brandon came in, clattering the bags behind him against the door frame.



“Howdy!” He said as he reached the desk and dropped the bags on the floor.



“Hi,” replied the man.



I suddenly thought of the old ‘Psycho’ movies and Norman Bates, this guy reminded me of him somehow, his demeanour and tone of voice, it was strange.



As I filled in the details, he turned and walked into a small room behind the desk, where I could hear a t.v and the whistle of a kettle reaching the boil. Just then I felt a firm slap on my ass and with a yelp I turned around to see Brandon with a huge grin on his face and his arm extended behind me.

“OI,” I said with a giggle.



Norman Bates re-emerged from the room and said, “I’m sorry, did you say something?”



“Errm..No..It was nothing!” I stuttered as I pushed the book back over the desk.



“Alright then,” He replied, his eyes reading over what I had written.



“Cash or credit card?” He asked.



“Oh cash please,” I replied.



He reached under the desk and fumbled with some keys. Behind me, I could feel Brandon sliding his hand over my butt and squeezing his fingers into my covered buttocks.



Keeping my eyes on Norman Bates, I reached behind me and swatted my son’s hand away. As good as it felt to have him squeezing my ass, this was not the time or place.



Handing me the room key, I passed $50 over the desk, catching the creepy looking guy snatching a quick glance at my busty chest, noticeably heaving under my t-shirt that was clinging to the large, round globes of my tits in the sultry night heat.



“Enjoy your stay!” He said as Brandon and I turned to leave the office, in a tone of voice that said, ‘I really don’t care if you do or not,’ Brandon could not resist a response, “We sure will buddy!”



*



As I put the key in the door of our room, my excitement reached fever pitch. Knowing that behind this door was a bed where tonight my son, my very own hunky son, who I had lusted after for so long, was going to give me what I needed. In that bed, in this quiet desert motel, just over halfway down Route 66, I was going to have sex with my well hung boy.



Brandon broke my thoughts as he pressed up behind me, his hot breath on my neck.



“You ready for it Mom?” He whispered, which sent a shiver down my spine.



I turned the handle and pushed the door open as I craned my head to look into his deep blue eyes and replied with a seductive tone, “Horny and very wet!!”



He smirked and shoved me in the back and we both stumbled through the door.



Brandon tossed the bags onto the floor and kicked back with his heel, slamming the door forcefully closed. I turned to face him and was instantly overcome with lust. I lunged forwards and threw my arms around his neck, my boobs pressing against him and the weight of my body causing him to fall back against the heavy wooden door.



“FUCK ME!” I scowled as I smashed my lips hard against his, our mouths joining.



Brandon’s tongue pushed into my mouth as his strong arms came around my back and hugged me in tight, lifting me up onto my tiptoes. I clawed at his t-shirt, lifting it up and towards his shoulders as we kissed passionately..I could wait no longer, I wanted him here and now.



Brandon’s tongue moved fast and furiously in my mouth, entwining with mine and plunging deep. I felt his hands slide over my ass before he took two big handfuls of my bubble butt and squeezed hard, pulling upwards and digging my flesh.



At the same time, he shifted his weight forwards and edged me backwards. I broke our tongue kiss and yanked on his t-shirt, ripping it up and over his head, before I tossed it to the floor. Frantically I moved down to his shorts and leaned forwards to quickly push them down his legs, he was not wearing underwear and his semi hardening cock sprung straight into view.



By now he was also undressing me, unbuttoning my denim shorts to revel the lacy top of my black panties.



“Look at that lovely big cock!” I said, fixing my gaze on his naked manhood while I pulled my shorts to my ankles and kicked them aside.



Saying nothing, Brandon yanked my t-shirt up and exposed my big, braless tits, my hard nipples pointing straight at him. With my shirt gone, he cupped both hands around my large rack and squeezed them hard, digging his fingers into my flesh.



Apart from my panties, we were now both completely naked and as I locked my arms back around his neck, I pushed my face back together with his and our tongues quickly joined up, entangling inside our mouths.



Brandon fell hard against me and moved his hands behind my back as we collapsed onto the bed, which creaked loudly.



My son slid his hand down my body and took hold of the lacy waistband of my damp thong, ripping it downwards, my trimmed pussy now exposed.



Our mouths remained locked together, as our naked bodies writhed on the bed. I felt his big cock slap against my side as he turned to lay on his side, his hand having disposed of my underwear, sliding along the inside of my thigh.



This first time with my son was unlikely to be a slow, loving experience, we were both too horny for that. No, this was going to be hard and fast, animalistic and frantic.



I reached down, running my hand over his hard, muscular body, feeling the chiselled six pack of his stomach and soon touching the head of his big cock. I wrapped my fingers around the thick girth and squeezed tight. Before I had even touched it, the massive shaft had doubled in size and was now as hard and large as when I had beaten it off in the bed last night.



He murmured a deep groan into my mouth as I started to jerk him off, my fingers sliding up and down, hitting his balls in a steady motion.



Brandon was playing with my pussy, running his fingertips through the wetness and puffy swelling of my lips, probing at my hungry fuck hole and teasing my clit.



To show approval, I gently bit down, trapping his dancing tongue between my teeth and holding it there for a while. He groaned again and to get me back, he thrust three of his fingers deep inside my pussy, causing me to clench my cunt and almost cum, there and then.



I pulled harder on his big dick, making it grow an inch bigger by squeezing tight and expanding the thick, blood filled veins.



We lay there kissing, as he fingered my wet pussy and I played with his big cock, for a few moments but this is where we had left off last night and I was gagging for more. I wanted to feel that fat meat between my legs and to have my hunky son pounding away at my cunt.



I broke the wet kiss again and opened my eyes. Brandon’s big blue eyes looked deep into mine and we both knew what was coming next.



“FUCK ME BABY! I said deeply. “DO IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW!”



He smiled and kissed me hard on the lips, then quickly pulled his fingers out of my slippery slit and cockily replied, “Oh Mom..You betcha!!”



He raised his body up and I released his huge erection from my grip and watched as he climbed on top of me, moving between my legs, as I spread them high and wide, giving my big dicked boy room to access my horny cunt.



I raised my arms and slid my hands around his back while he took hold of his cock and guided it to my wetness. I looked down my busty naked body and watched in amazement and unbelievable anticipation as the big bulbous head of my son’s whopper aimed straight at my pussy.



This was it! The moment I had dreamed about, the moment when my very own son would stick his big, thick dick deep in my pussy and give me the hard fucking I so wanted. The second when our lives would change forever, when the ultimate taboo would be broken.



He hesitated just as his cock touched my pussy lips, just holding for a second, as if teasing me to prolong the final moment of anticipation.



I looked up to my son’s handsome face, fearing that maybe he was having second thoughts about actually going through with this, scanning his eyes for doubt.



“Ready Mom?” he asked, as a reassuring smile crossed his lips.



I pulled down on his back, trying to bring him down on top of me, “Oh Baby..GIVE IT TO ME!”



I said eagerly, as my eyes shot back down to the awesome sight between my spread legs. “Fuck me Brandon!”



He did not hesitate another spilt second. I cried out in sheer pleasure as he thrust his whole body forwards, forcefully shoving his hard, thick cock right up inside my pussy.



At first, it felt so huge as it separated my tight snatch, plunging as deep as he could go. I dug my fingernails into his back and continued to cry out, closing my eyes tightly and savouring the feeling of being stretched open by my big boy.



“OOOH JESUS…ARRRGH FUCK BABY..URRRGH..SO BIG…OOOH FEELS SO GOOD…ARRRGH YES…OOOHH!”



Brandon grunted as he moved his hands either side of my shoulders, placing them into two fists against the bed and pushing down as leverage.



He pulled his hips backwards so his mighty cock sucked back to the exit of my pussy, then he thrust forwards again, sending his package to my depths once more. This was it..it was actually happening, my son was fucking me.



“OOOH BABY YES..URRGH YOU BIG BASTARD…ARRRGH…OOOHH YES…FUCK MY WET PUSSY..SO BIG…OOH FUCKING HELL…YESS!!”



I yelled out as he really began to pound me. He picked up a hard and fast rhythm, slamming his cock in and out, sawing it through my clenching cunt muscles and working me over. I could feel his heavy balls tapping against my ass as he shoved his overgrown fucker inside me with powerful thrusts.



“THAT’S IT BABY…GIVE IT TO ME…ARRRGH GOD…FUCK ME..OOOH…YES..JESUS FUCK…MAKE ME CUM SON!!”



I screamed, feeling myself rapidly approaching orgasm. I guess I always knew I would not last long. The excitement and anticipation had been driving me wild and my hot, wet pussy, being romped by my son’s thick dick, was already going to erupt.



I clawed my fingernails down his back, digging in like a whore possessed. Brandon picked up his pace even quicker and with his face just above me, I looked up at him while he forcefully and with determination, made his horny mother cum!



“OOOHH JESUS…OOOOH GOD…FUCK YES…ARRRGGH..YES..CUMMING BABY..OOOH YES..YES…BIG COCK BABY…URRRGGGH…ARRRGGH..OH GOD!!”



I clenched my insides around his hard pumping shaft and then released my muscles, my juices gushing over his fuck stick as his big balls beat on my ass.



“Oh shit Mom…Oh yeah!!” He groaned as he made me cum hard and smashed his mouth down against mine, his tongue diving between my lips and sliding with my own.



I wrapped my legs around his back and locked my ankles together as he kept on battering my hungry cunt. I lowered my hands over his fast, bouncing buns and dug my nails into the tight, young flesh, pulling him hard, encouraging him to go just a little bit deeper, although he was already buried in me to the balls.



Loud slapping sounds filled the room and the bed below us shook and squeaked under the strain of our hard, frantically fucking bodies. I kept screaming with orgasmic pleasure, although muffled by our mouths still being locked together in a deep, passionate kiss.



“MMMMM…HHHHH…MMMMMM!”



Brandon’s tight ass clenched and flexed with every thrust of his body as he pumped, pounded and thoroughly fucked my pussy. I clawed at his flesh, scraping the skin deeply, nearly drawing blood with my sharp nails. My big boobs bounced and shook wildly, flopping and slapping together.



At this pace, I knew he would not last long, this animalistic, hard and fast, slamming sex, would be over soon, but as I felt my pussy reaching another shuddering climax, I knew it didn’t matter because we had the rest of our lives to do this again and again and again!



There would be other times when I could suck on that big, fat cock, or have him eating my pussy…When I would ride him or bend over to take a good banging from behind. When I would be able to enjoy a long lasting fuck and savour all that hard cock as he pile-drived me into the bed, but as Brandon broke the kiss and I opened my eyes to see his face screwed up and his expression contorted, I knew that would all have to wait, my son was about to blow!



“OOOOH MOM..ARRRGH..I’M GONNA CUM…OOOHH…URRRGH YESSSS!”



In a flash, his body slowed and he pulled upwards, his huge, wet hard-on popping out of my pussy.



I looked down, over my well fucked body, just as he reached down and wrapped his fist around his big, blood bloated cock and jerked it forwards.



He grunted like a pig and I watched as a thick stream of white semen fired out of his piss hole, shooting across my tummy and landing like a string of spaghetti on my sweaty skin.



“OOH BABY…OH MY BIG BABY BOY!”



I cried out as he moved his whole body over me as a second rope of young cum erupted from his balls and splattered on my big tits, a thick wad covering my right nipple.



A third load blasted out and fell onto my chest, the sticky spunk only just falling short of my chin.



“OH MOM…OH FUCK YEAH.” He moaned, as a final wad and the last few drops shot onto my boobs. Jesus Christ, my son sure had a lot of cum for his mommy!!



I lustily inhaled deeply, taking in the musky and uniquely manly scent of freshly unloaded cum. A sweet smell that I could not get enough of.



Breathless and sweating, Brandon slapped his cock on my tits, splashing it in the large puddles of his spunk and smearing it around my heaving rack, brushing the big red knob head over my bullet like nipples.



“Oh fuck..Sorry Mom..I really wanted to last longer..and fuck..you proper..but your pussy felt…so good..I just couldn’t hold it any longer!” He said in-between deep inhales of breath.



I looked up with a big smile and replied lovingly, “Don’t worry baby..That was a PROPER FUCK!…Besides we got all night..Take a rest and then we can go ‘AT IT’ again baby!”



Brandon collapsed down onto the bed beside me, his still semi large cock flopping from side to side.



“Shit Mom..That was..Amazing!”



I rolled onto my side and draped my arm across his chest, nuzzling my face into his neck.



The warm cum ran down my tummy and my large tits, ending up in big puddles on the crumpled duvet cover, as I snuggled into my son.



“It was amazing Brandon…And it’s only the beginning!” I said, as he wrapped his big strong arms around my naked, busty body and cuddled me tight.



**



My eyes flickered open and I instantly felt the warm glow emanating from between my legs. The clock on the small table across the room read 2.04am and the darkness of the room was only broken by the blue LED lights of the clock numbers.



I still had my arm draped across Brandon’s chest and we had both fallen asleep in the same snuggled position we had gotten into after our first, frantic, fuck!



I smiled to myself as I looked at my son, sleeping so peacefully beside me. Just a few hours ago, this big, well hung stud had been bouncing his ass between my wide, spread legs, slamming that glorious dick right up inside me…And the cum..Oh my god, the cum!



I looked down his tight and chiselled body, the light from the clock illuminating him. His cock was resting limp, but still looked bigger and thicker than most I had seen in my life.



I felt a warm tingle in my pussy and was again getting horny as I slid my hand over his washboard stomach and well trimmed little hairs. I wrapped my fingers around his dick and could feel the sticky dried up mixture of his cum and my pussy juices on the big shaft.



Lightly and gently, I began to stroke him off, rolling my fingertips over the sensitive and bulbous head. He stirred but did not wake, as his young cock grew bigger and harder in my hand.



I was feeling very naughty and randy, needing more of my new incestuous lover. Through the dim blue light, I could see my fist sliding up and down his large erection, the blood quickly filling it up and increasing it to its full size.



I took a deep breath and moved my naked, big breasted body, down the bed, bringing my face to within a few inches of his big cum gun. He stirred again while I continued to slowly beat his meat, but as my mind filled with thoughts of what I wanted to do with this big man sized cock, I opened my mouth wide and directed my son’s whopper past my lips and across my tongue, taking his hardness into my mouth for the first time.



I took it deep, the wet head banging against the back of my throat and knocking against my tonsils. I slid my hand up from his large balls and feeling the veins on my fingers, smacked my closed fist against my chin, then plunged it back down once again.



I flicked my tongue around the flesh and withdrew the big hard-on from my mouth, only to stuff it right back in again.



I was doing it..I was sucking my son’s cock..Giving my own son a blowjob!!



With my eyes tightly closed and getting lost in what I was doing, I had not noticed Brandon had stirred again but this time had woken up. Over the wet sucking and popping noises I was making, a loud and deep groan broke the silence of the night and I opened my eyes to see that the lamp beside the bed had been switched on, lighting up the dowdy room.



“OOOH MOM…OOOH YEAH!”



He moaned out sleepily, his hand coming to rest on the back of my head as I sucked him to the back of my throat once more. I looked along his body to meet his gaze, our eyes locking for a few seconds, as I slurped loudly on his big, juicy, thick cock.



“OH JESUS MOM…URRRGH THAT FEELS AMAZING!!”



He cried out as his other arm came across my awkwardly twisted body and took hold of my breast, squeezing his strong fingers into the ample flesh. His groans of pure pleasure grew louder as I pumped my hand along the massive shaft, with more purpose, my head bobbing up and down with wild tenacity as I gave my well endowed son some good, oral sex.



“YEAH MOM SUCK ME..OH YEAH THAT FEELS AWESOME..ARRRGH YES…OOOOHH I LOVE THAT MOM!!” He mumbled through gritted teeth, his fat cock sliding in and out of my mouth.



For what must of been ten or fifteen minutes, I continued to suck off my teen son’s whopper, my spit dribbling down the shaft and coating his cum filled balls.



“MMMMM..MOMMY LOVES THIS BIG..BAD…COCK!!”



I said firmly, as I took a momentary break from mouthing him, my hand still beating up and down his mighty shaft.



“It’s all yours now Mom!” He replied confidently and pushed down on the back of my head, encouraging me to force it past my lips again and stuff my mouth full.



I shut my eyes and indulged in my son’s huge cock, like a dog would devour a meaty bone. I savoured the droplets of pre-cum that slid across my tongue and the taste as it rolled down my throat.



I thought about all that cum he had blasted over my ass the other night and the huge ropes he fired over my big tits just a few hours ago and wondered how much my mouth could take, I mean could I swallow all his hot spunk down my throat or would the sheer volume of it make me gag, forcing me to spit it all over his spunking cock?



Lost in my naughty thoughts and the intense concentration of this forbidden blowjob, I had not noticed Brandon had sat up and was pulling my head off of his dripping wet fuck stick.



It unplugged from my mouth with a loud, sloppy pop and my aching jaw relaxed. My son’s command was strong and firm,



“COME AND SIT ON MY FACE MOM!”



Obeying him and with a schoolgirl giggle, I jumped up from the bed, getting to my feet, my big naked boobs bouncing around.



“OOOH..YOU GONNA EAT ME BABY?” I asked expectantly.



Brandon laid back down flat, his head resting on the pillow and replied, “Until I make you cum Mom!”



I smiled and giggled again, moving astride his head and standing over his face. I looked down at my hunky boy and watched as he licked his lips, staring up at my pussy.



“Ready baby?” I asked.



He nodded eagerly and his wide eyed smile gave me the answer.



I bent my knees and lowered my body down, reaching between my legs to my sensitive pussy and pulling on my puffy lips, aiming that horny cunt down onto my son’s waiting mouth.



“Here it comes baby…A wet MILF CUNT that needs a GOOD LICKING!”



I cried out with lust in my voice. As my ample ass connected with his chin, I felt the ecstasy of his tongue touching my labia and sliding along my clit.



I lowered my weight further and bought my knees beside his head, squashing his ears. I was now sat firmly down on my son’s face as he began to devour my pussy with his talented and fast moving tongue.



“OOOH BABY…YES BRANDON…OH MY GOD…GOOD BOY…ARRRGH THAT’S GOOD SON…MMMMMM…OOOOH YEAH..OOOH!!”

Thomas had noticed the change, the moment he’d boarded the rescue helicopter. Despite the headset the helicopter crew had given him to wear, he could hear voices as if he could hear the crew’s thoughts. For the first day, he thought it was just residual ringing in his ears from the deafening roar of the impact, though it was unsettling that he could hear the voices though wearing headsets that deafened the sound of the chopper.



At park headquarters it was worse. Not only was he being asked questions, but he imagined he could hear others forming their own unasked questions and statements, “Ask him if he has any burns,” “Does he know how long it took from the meteor to hit until it exploded?” “Damn, she’s hot,” “Make sure you get his contact information.” “Geez, I’ve been on duty since last night, when will this goddamn shift end?”



So, when he was finally freed to leave, it was a relief to get away from all the voices. As he rode further away from the park headquarters, they began to dwindle, though a light hum of voices remained coursing through his head, to his great annoyance. Once on Hwy 50, they finally stopped. He could ride miles at a time without passing another vehicle or town. Anxious to get down the road, he opened up his bike and saw its speed increase… 70, 75, 80, 85, 90 miles per hour. Soon he was topping 110. With nothing ahead for miles on end, he finally felt at peace, the hum of the motor was a sound he enjoyed.



Then, just as suddenly, he sensed danger overhead. Miles away, a state trooper helicopter was patrolling and somehow, he knew it. Thomas slowed down, despite the patrol chopper not being visible and the road being empty as far as the eye could see. Moments later, a yellow Ferrari came roaring up from behind and passed with a roar. “You’d better slow down, pal,” Thomas thought and just as he did the tail lights on the Ferrari glowed red and the car slowed to his pace. Five minutes later, the helicopter passed over the Ferrari and Thomas, its pilot wondering to himself whether some CB operator had warned them about his approach.



Once in the clear, Thomas cranked back on the throttle and rocketed past the Ferrari, its driver still compelled to hold the speed limit. Thomas grinned as he passed and communicated, “You’re good to go, fella,” then goosed his bike ahead of the sportcar, which also accellerated.



It was late afternoon when Thomas pulled into Austin, Nevada. A few seconds later, the Ferrari sped past toward what would be a sure ticket at Mount Airy Summit. Thomas noticed the voices almost immediately. Though there was no one at the pumps, he could read thoughts coming from points all around the small town of Austin. An older woman was watching her favorite soap opera, a mechanic was having trouble rebuilding an engine, a waitress was emptying old coffee from the maker, a couple were having a noisy affair in room five at the Austin Motor Court, and the 19-year-old girl inside the mini market at which Thomas had stopped was thinking about the disgusting things her boyfriend liked to do.



“Fucking blow him when he’s driving? He thinks I’m gonna do that!? Fuckin’ loser. The first chance I get, I’m getting’ out of this town. Now, who’s this dweeb walking in? Another fuckin’ loser. Geez, why couldn’t the driver of that Ferrari have stopped, instead. I’d have ridden his rocket for a ride to LA, fer sure,” she seemed to be thinking. As, Thomas found that if he concentrated on one stream of thought, what else was being thought could be filtered.



The girl turned to him and said, disinterestingly and without meaning it, “Can I help you?” She was chewing gum and leaning against a rack of cigarette packs, her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back into a pony tail by a purple scrunchy. The points of her nipples pushed the white t-shirt she wore out, distorting the craft beer ad on the shirt so it could not be read. The shirt’s tail was pulled together below her medium-sized, firm breasts and tied into a knot, revealing her flat stomach that was accented by a pierced innie with a blue gemstone in it. She wore cut off jeans that were ragged around the edges. From their frayed cuffs, her tanned, slim and long legs were crossed casually. The many colors of some type of parrot were tattooed on one of her calves above an ankle that was circled by a gold chain. She wore flip flops and her toes and fingernails were painted sparkly green.



Thomas turned toward her as he entered the store. She was unsmiling, despite her stated welcome. He heard her think, “loser.”



“Geez, could you at least smile?” Thomas thought to himself, then saw her full lips break into a smile, though the rest of her body language was still indifferent and hostile. It was that projected thought that made Thomas realize he had the ability to both read minds and move them. “Relax” he directed to her, and she responded. “You’re feeling better, actually warming up to this biker. He’s good looking. Swallow your gum and straighten yourself up.”



The girl gulped, the double stick of Bubble Yum slid down her throat painfully. She stood up and leaned forward and smiled naturally.



“You think he’s hot. You’re getting wet. You want him,” Thomas sent to her.



She licked her lips and said, “Hi, I’m Holly.” She arranged herself, pushing up her breasts and pressing her groin against the edge of the counter.



“You got Slim Jims?” Thomas asked matter of factly.



“Mmmm, of course,” she cooed, “let me show you.” Turning sideways, she sat on the counter, lifted her legs so that her knees pressed against her boobs and she spun over the plexiglass counter, spinning her tight ass over cancelled lottery tickets exhibited beneath the plexi and dropping down onto her feet, her flip flops making a flapping sound. She stood close to Thomas, her breath smelled sweetly of the watermelon bubble gum she’d just swallowed. Holly leaned back arching the tips of her breasts so that they pressed against his arm and looked up at him adoringly, her big green eyes imploring his attention as she said, “The jerky treats are over here.”



Thomas decided to try something more forceful, extreme, in ways he’d never spoken to a girl, before. “You want him, you want this biker like you’ve never wanted a man before. You ache for him. You’re getting hot, dripping hot. Your cunnie is growing wet, sooo wet. You want his dick inside you. You want to hold it and lick it and suck his balls until his prick gets hot and hard, filled with his blood, then massage it with hand cream until he spews his spunk all over your face… and you’ll love it, when he does, because from now to any man you’re with you’re a cum dump. Austin’s easy lay. The girl who’ll do anything to please a man and this biker who just walked into the store is the man you want to please most of all. When he is near, he is everything. No one else exists but him. You are his love slave,” Thomas projected to Holly.



The girl groaned and leaned into him, a hand moving to her cunnie and massaging it as her panties grew wet. “Unh, wha, what are you, what are you doing to me?” she struggled to say. “Ppplease, take me here. I’m yours. You can have me.” Holly unsnapped the button at the fly on her cut offs, then reached for Thomas’ groin and fumbled with his belt and zipper.



“What are you doing!?” he exclaimed.



“I’m sorry, I, I…” Holly stood there confused.



He thought to her, “You can’t help yourself, you’re getting wetter and aroused, more and more aroused. You want his dick inside your mouth, to taste his precum, to lick his shaft, to suck on his balls. You want to arouse it, see it stiffen, know you made it grow warm and stiff. You have to have it inside you. Need to grind upon him, ride atop him, milking his cock of cum until its white heat floods the end of your cervyx. You will beg, beg him to give himself to you.”



Holly again went for his fly and zipped it down, her hand reaching in and pulling his penis out. “Ppplease, I want you, I need you. Fuck me. Fuck me here. Fuck me now. Let me taste your seed. I want to suck on you, to make you full.” She begged.



The game was beginning to work its wonders on his prick, engorging it, though when Holly dropped to her knees and began kissing, licking and gently massaging the shaft, it stiffened quickly. She placed its head to her full lips and flicked it with her tongue, swirling her tongue around the head, then wrapping her lips around it and taking it into her mouth and smearing her lipstick around its length as her tongue continued to lap at his prick. She sucked, then licked down the shaft to his balls, taking them into her mouth and sucking.



“Touch yourself,” he directed. “Make yourself wet. You’ve never been this horny, never wanted anyone so much, so badly. From now on, you’ll never think it disgusting to please a man, you’ll crave it and make the man you’re with the happiest man alive. Right now, you are getting hotter and hotter, your pussy is throbbing with anticipation. You want him inside you, to fuck you here and now on the counter, on the floor, in the aisles, by the ice freezer, and the chips. You want him. You want him. You want him. Rub yourself, but you can’t cum until he allows you to cum.”



Holly’s hand was jammed down the front of her cutoffs and beneath her white satin bikini panties. She massaged two slick fingers into her cunnie past the G spot as her mind reeled in pleasure, so close to orgasm, but fenced from it, painfully.



“God! I want you! Please fuck me, please fuck me now! I want you inside of me,” she pled, then took Thomas’ cock into her mouth and bobbed over it as she sucked.



“Forty dollars on pump three,” a woman said, not at first noticing what Holly was performing on the man in leathers, whose pants had fallen to his knees. “Ohmigod!” she exclaimed as she turned abruptly to leave the store.



“Stay and watch,” Thomas instructed. The woman stopped and turned. “You like watching. It turns you on and you will touch yourself to relieve that desire.” he continued. The woman’s mouth opened and Thomas could hear her breathing heavily. The woman was in her mid-thirties, attractive and slender, light brown hair and brown eyes, wearing a shift dress, no underwear (it was a hot day) and pumps. She was likely some local mom out doing errands, including gassing up the car.



“Do you live in Austin?” Thomas asked the woman. “Just out of town, she replied.”



“Are you married?” he asked. “Un huh,” she replied, while nodding and continuing to watch Holly blowing Thomas and fingering herself.



“Do you like sex?” he continued. “Not really,” she answered.



“You do now,” Thomas instructed. “From now on you can’t get enough sex. You will blow your husband off each night and fuck his brains out, letting him fuck you in the ass and whatever perverse fantasy he desires. And you’ll love it. Is that clear?” Thomas asked.



“Un huh,” she nodded, still watching Holly suck, lick and finger.



“And when you come into town for gas, Holly here will blow you off, won’t you Holly?” Thomas said. Holly nodded, while continuing to suck, “And you and Holly will be secret lovers, and you will both love loving one another. You will pleasure each other, sucking and fingering and fucking one another with dildos and vibrators and sex toys that you will buy off the internet. Although you will do all you can to please the men in your lives, sex will never be better than it is with me or with each other, do you both understand?”



Holly groaned as she massaged herself, then blubbered as she sucked, “Un huh.” The woman nodded.



“When I leave here, you will never speak of this and will discover that you crave one another. You will know instinctively, that you’re meant to be passionate lovers. You will never tell anyone of your passion for one another and you will only have sex with each other here in the convenience store when there no one else is around and when one of the two of you invites the other to her house to pleasure her man with her. You will each keep yourself in shape for each other and your men, is that clear?” The woman said, “Yes,” and Holly nodded.



“Now, come over here and help Holly remove her shorts, then get on your knees, finger yourself and lick my balls while Holly sucks my cock. Clean up whatever drips. We don’t want to make a mess,” Thomas said to the woman who complied.



A moment later, he savored the feel of the woman’s tongue lapping at his balls, as Holly sucked while fingering herself. The sensation caused Thomas to blow his wad, filling Holly’s hungry mouth with semen whose excess dripped from the corner of her mouth. The woman instinctively cleaned the excess from Holly’s lips and chin, while trying to insert her tongue between Holly’s full rosey lips to clean it further of his spunk.



“Holly, stand and go over to the counter. Lean over it, presenting your ass towards me, while your new friend cleans me up and gets me hard again,” Thomas commanded. “Holly, you now want my cock more than ever. Keep fingering yourself until I get there. (Holly groaned erotically) And you, what is your name,” he said to the woman. “Janet,” she responded.



“Janet, are you wet down there, yet?,” he asked. She nodded. “Then keep fingering yourself and lick my cock clean of any cum and suck it as we go over to Holly. You will think my cum and Holly’s juices to be the most delicious fluids you’ve ever had and will savor every drop of them. You’re now more aroused than you’ve ever been in your life, Janet. One orgasm after another is building within your soaking wet pussy and they can only be released with Holly’s touch, do you understand?” She moaned and rubbed herself frantically, while sucking on Thomas’ hardening prick as he moved towards the counter where Holly stood spread eagled, Janet crab walked beside Thomas, licking and sucking, occasionally fingering herself.



Janet continued to lap and suck at Thomas’ dick. “How could she ever have thought sex to not be enjoyable?,” she wondered.



“Holly, stay bent over, but move back from the counter placing only your hands on its edge. Janet, kneel between Holly and the counter, facing me, continuing to lick the head of my prick as you guide it into Holly’s pussy. Once it is in, continue licking between Holly’s pussy and my balls. Thomas positioned his engorged prick at the entrance to Holly’s box.



Janet guided Thomas’ shaft into Holly’s snatch, stroking it as it entered and licking Holly’s labia. Thomas began reaming his prick into Holly, who was now nearly comatose with arousal. Beneath her, Janet kept pace with the pounding.



Thomas humped the pretty convenience store clerk, pulling on her pony tail as he rammed her over and over. Just as he was about to cum, he pulled out. “Guide me into her ass,” he told Janet who maneuvered his sopping prick to the entrance to Holly’s bunghole. Then, grasping Holly by her thin waist and pelvis, he thrust his cock into her virgin anus, exerting a gasp from Holly, as Janet moved the ministrations of her tongue to Holly’s exposed labia. Holly’s knuckles turned white from gripping the counter so strongly.



Thomas came in great heaving spurts while pulling Holly’s pony tail so far back he could almost look into her mouth to see her lolling tongue and hear her sobbing and pleading to be allowed to cum, as well. He collapsed across her back, his prick falling from her bunghole, only to immediately feel the sensation of Janet lapping at it seeking the sweet flavor of the threads of cum that hung from it.



“Both of you, clean me up,” Thomas said as the two women, now both frantically rubbing themselves kneeled in front of him, licking his prick clean of the taste of Holly’s bung hole. “That’s the best tasting shit, you’ve ever had,” he said to their distress, as they realized they were cleaning up what had Holly hadn’t yet shit. “From now on, both of you love the taste of each other’s shit and will gladly clean it form any man’s dick.” The women smiled and lapped frantically at his pecker, savoring each lick.



“OK, you done good, ladies. You can touch yourselves and bring yourselves off.” he said while pulling up his pants as Holly and Janet pounced upon one another like cats on prey. Their orgasms were immediate and loud, “Oh God, I’m, I’m God, I’m cum, cum, cummmming! Eeeeaaaaghhhh!”, one then the other exclaimed. The women continued to finger, lick and kiss one another, as they experienced orgasm after orgasm, the best they’d ever had in their lives.



By the time they’d finished satisfying themselves, Thomas had brought a bottle of Hawaiian Fruit Punch, a bag of corn nuts and an extra-long Slim Jim to the counter. Holly was disheveled, her t-shirt had ridden up above her pert boobs and her cut offs where hanging from one ankle. Janet had only to stand up for the shift dress to hang back as normal, though her hair and makeup were mussed up and her dress was stained and smelled of cum, saliva and sweat.



“Back to normal, as if nothing happened.” Thomas commanded, “You all just forgot what happened, but you will not forget what I told you,” At that, Holly was again indifferent and hostile.



Janet announced, “I said forty dollars on pump three.”



Turning to me, Holly said, “That’ll be $7.23 for the drink, nuts and meat stick,”



“How appropriate,” Thomas replied. “Here’s ten. Keep the change, the service was more than worth it.”



His comment generated quizzical looks from Holly and Janet, the latter of whom then reached out to pull down Holly’s shirt. “Your shirt’s ridden up, dear. My kid’s just outside,” she said. They both became newly aroused as Janet’s finger brushed Holly’s breast. They knew instinctively they’d both be meeting in the back office someday, soon.



Thomas smiled as he listened to Holly and Janet’s horny thoughts as they lingered in the store and met one another for what they thought was the first time. Then, he put on his helmet, stepped over the bike and took off for Carson City on his return to Middleton.

Chapter 5: Mom comes clean to her son



Copyright 2012 by A. Van Peebles, All Rights Reserved



JENNIFER’S STORY



I’d just had sex with my daughter, and I knew the next step was my son. I’d seen him peeking at me in the shower a few times, and there was that other night when I’d seen him watching me masturbate. I had figured that it was just curiosity, but now I thought it was probably something more. I knew I couldn’t keep what I’d just done with Emily a secret from Chris, so I’d have to talk to him.



I swore Emily to secrecy, at least for a few days. She could keep it a secret for that long. She was so excited at the prospect, though, that I wasn’t sure she could be quiet for much longer than that. Chris was going to Nicole’s for dinner the next night, but I told him to be home early, that I thought we needed to spend some time just hanging out as a family. He just said, “okay,” as he walked out the door. I sent Emily off to spend the night with a friend of hers. I didn’t want her around in case this didn’t work. And then I spent the next several hours afraid and sexually frustrated. You never would have guessed that I’d been laid, wonderfully so, twice in less than forty-eight hours. I should have been blissfully satisfied, but the prospect of sex with my handsome son had me on edge all evening. The thought that this was very wrong didn’t stop me. If anything, it made me more excited.



CHRIS’S STORY



Mom insisted that I be home early that night, something about spending time as a family. I was back by about seven thirty. Mom must have heard me come in and called to me from her bedroom, asking me to come in there with her. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, wearing a dress, which was unusual. She’s the jeans type of mom. I didn’t make anything of it at the time, but she was wearing makeup and perfume too. She patted the bed next to her and asked me to sit next to her.



“Chris, I wanted to talk to you about Nicole. You are having sex with her, aren’t you?”



I started to say something, what I’m not sure, but nothing came out.



“I’m not mad,” she continued.”You’re nineteen and certainly old enough. I just want to know.”



“Yeah,” I answered, not really knowing what to expect.



“You are being safe? She’s using birth control?”



“Yes,” Oh, God, this was the talk. I’d been through this with Dad four years ago. It was awkward then. This was going to be worse, because it was my Mom.



“Good. You know you can always talk to me about these things.”



“I know that.” Of course I couldn’t talk to her about those things. No guy could. But I knew what she wanted to hear.



“I thought you were, but some other things got me wondering. I know you’ve sometimes watched me when I showered and that you were watching me the other night when I was playing with myself.”



Oh my God! I was busted. My stomach twisted up in knots, my skin grew clammy, and I started to sweat.



“At first I thought that you were just curious about the female body and that maybe you and Nicole weren’t sleeping with each other. Because why else would you want to look at your mother’s naked body.”



She paused, as if she expected me to say something. I didn’t know what. So she continued.



“And then last night I saw you and Emily having sex.”



My mind went blank with terror. I just froze. This was worse than being busted.



“You’re having sex with Nicole. You’re having sex with Emily. And still you’re sneaking peeks at your naked mother. I’m wondering if you don’t want something more.”



She paused again, but my brain was locked. She wasn’t mad. She should be yelling or crying. I couldn’t figure out where this was going.



“I’m wondering if you don’t also want to have sex with me.” She put her hand on my thigh as she said this.



This was unbelievable. I didn’t hear what I thought I just heard.



“Would you like to have sex with me?” she continued. “It’s okay if you do. And I won’t be upset if you don’t. Maybe a little disappointed, because I’d really like to have sex with you, but I understand if that’s just not what you want.”



I still just sat there.



“Well, would you?”



I found myself slowly nodding yes. It didn’t think about doing it, my brain was still frozen. I just knew I wanted to have sex with her.



Mom reached out and took my head in her hands, drawing me into her. She started to kiss me, with tongue. I responded, and we fell back onto bed necking hungrily.



JENNIFER’S STORY



My God, was Chris a good kisser. He was doing something right with Nicole and Emily.



CHRIS’S STORY



The kissing itself wasn’t much different than it was with Nicole or Emily, but the combination of the kissing and the smell of Mom’s perfume sent all sorts of conflicting signals through my brain. She smelled like Mom, but I was so horny. I think something must have short circuited. It was wrong, but I wanted it so bad.



Mom stopped for moment, stood up, and slipped off her dress. She was just wearing panties underneath. I’d seen her breasts before, but never like this. I swallowed hard, and she lay down next to me, and we started kissing again. She grabbed my right hand and guided it to her left breast. I had been too scared to do it before, but now I cupped and fondled it, feeling her hard nipple, which was like Emily’s. By moving my hand, Mom had broken the spell and I found I could move of my own free will. I broke our kiss and moved down to suck on her nipples.



Mom’s hand moved down to my crotch, and I felt her grasp my cock through my jeans. I suddenly realized that I was in pain down there. My cock was straining, trying to burst through the material. I’d never been so hard before. Mom unsnapped my jeans, and unzipped my fly, and my cock just popped out at attention.



JENNIFER’S STORY



It was a beautiful cock. This was the first really good look at gotten at it in years. Long and firm, with a glistening bead of pre-cum at the tip. Without hesitating, I slipped my mouth around it. It tasted as good as it looked, musky and salty. I licked around the head and glans and then engulfed it again. He didn’t last long, but that was okay. He was only nineteen. He’d recover quickly. I swallowed all his cum, a trick I’d learned doing that to his father. I’d forgotten how much I liked the taste and feel of cum in my mouth.



I stood up and slipped off my panties. Chris just watched me and then stared at my naked body.



“Well, aren’t you going to get undressed too? We’ve got a lot to do and it’s not going to get done as long as you’re dressed?”



Chris jumped off, and this time I lay on the bed and watched him undress, which I’ve found is always a treat. He’s so slim and hard, real eye candy. Then he lay next to me. For a few minutes, we didn’t do anything except stare into each other’s eyes, like young lovers, which I guess half of us were.



“Well, my studly son, have you gone down on Nicole and Emily yet?”



“Yes.”



“Would you like to do it to me?”



“Oh, yes.”



“Well then, have at it.” I lay back and spread my legs.



CHRIS’S STORY



I laid down between my Mom’s legs. Her pussy was right in front of my face. I really hadn’t done this all that much, just once with Nicole and a couple of times with Emily. Mom’s pussy was a lot hairier. It was kind of scary—not her pussy, that was very nice—but the prospect of going down on her was intimidating. Neither Nicole or Emily would have anything to judge me against, but Mom had been with Dad at least, and probably a bunch of guys before they got married.



But there was nothing to do but stick my tongue out and dive in, so I did. First a few licks around her lips, then I found her clit. Mom let out a soft moan when I first hit it. I guess I was a little too tentative, because she said something about not being able to hurt her, so I started to lick more firmly and aggressively. She responded by grabbing my head and pushing it harder against her pussy. I guess she liked that.



It wasn’t too long before she started letting out short, little yelps, just like Emily does when she starts to cum. And a minute later Mom was thrashing about the bed screaming. She got really wet and coated my face. Then she calmed down and pulled me up to her. She kissed me and started licking her juices off my face. God, was that hot!



JENNIFER’S STORY



I don’t know why I licked my juices off Chris’s face. It wasn’t anything I would have ever done before, but I guess that night with James and Lisa had taught me a thing or two. And my son turned out to be a pretty good pussy-licker. Although that night wasn’t a fair test; I was on a short fuse and came really quickly. All that nervous waiting beforehand really got me wound up.



I reached down to feel whether Chris was ready for more, and he was rock hard again. Thank God for teenage libidos! Since he was already lying on top of me, I just maneuvered his cock to my entrance and Chris took it from there.



I shuddered a bit when he first thrust into me; it was a little too soon after that last orgasm, and I was still sensitive down there, but that wore off quickly. His cock was the perfect size. Big and wide enough to hit all my sensitive spots at once, but not so big that it was uncomfortable. The only problem is that Chris was still being a little to tentative and tender.



“Fuck me harder,” I whispered into his ear. “You’re not going to hurt me. Fuck your mom hard. Go to town, you motherfucker.”



And he did. He picked up the pace and started slamming into me. Since I’d just cum a few minutes ago, the next orgasm came quickly too. And then two more in rapid succession after that. They weren’t as big as the first—I didn’t thrash around the bed this time—but they were still intense. I’ve been with a lot of different men since then, but no one does it to me like my son. Not only does he have a good-sized and very nice cock, but he knows how to use it—and he’s only gotten better with experience—plus there is the intangible eroticism of him being my son. No other guy can hope to compete with that.



Somewhere in all those orgasms of mine, Chris came. I was preoccupied and didn’t notice, but I hope it was nice for him too.



CHRIS’S STORY



I was actually fucking my mom. It was like a dream come true, except I’d hardly dared to dream it. And when she started talking dirty in my ear, calling me a “motherfucker,” I nearly lost it. That was so hot! Amazingly, and I never told Mom this, but I actually came twice. I was so turned on that I never went soft.



JENNIFER’S STORY



We collapsed in a sweaty pile, gently kissing and fondling each other. After a few minutes I spoke.



“I gather that you enjoyed that.”



“Fuck, yeah, Mom. It was unbelievable.”



“Would you like to do it again? I don’t mean this minute, but is this something you’d like to keep doing with me?



CHRIS’S STORY



I couldn’t believe it. Mom was offering to keep fucking. This wasn’t a one-time thing. Then something really amazing happened. Mom just opened up to me. We started talking. She told me all about the divorce, how she had been really hurt by Dad’s affair, and how she had been so sexually frustrated, only she didn’t really know it. She’d never spoken to me about her feelings like that, like I was an adult, not just her son, but a friend. I’m probably turning into a girl just saying this, but that conversation afterwards was even more satisfying than the sex. That night I learned what made sex so really great. It wasn’t the fucking, although that was pretty fucking great in and of itself, it was the closeness and sharing that the fucking enabled you to do.



Then Mom really dropped the bomb. She told me all about the Giamattis next door, how they were swingers and also fucked their kids. And then she told me that the night before she and Emily and the two Giamatti women had got it on over at the neighbors’ house. And best of all, I could fuck them too.



JENNIFER’S STORY



I don’t know why I opened up to Chris like that. I guess a lot had been building up inside me. It was so satisfying to just get it out. And my dear boy, who was probably freaked out about his strange mother babbling on and on, was so sweet and engaging. He’s going to make some woman extremely lucky. You just don’t find that combination of cock and consideration that often.



I told him about the neighbors and what I’d done with Emily the other night. He was surprised, but not freaked out. So that was good. I could tell that he was eager to get it on with the Giamattis. He is nineteen, after all. The prospect of hot and cold running sex was his idea of heaven. (Come to think of it, it’s my idea of heaven too.)



I noticed that his cock started stirring again during this part of the conversation, so I just said we would figure it all the details later on, and I moved down and took his semi-hard cock into my mouth. After I’d gotten him fully hard, I straddled him and rode him to another climax. He didn’t make me cum this last time—I’d already cum so many times earlier—but it was still one of the most satisfying fucks I’ve had.

Chris and Jacob met every Saturday night at Billy’s house to play video games and tell lies about the women they’d fucked. Sometimes there was some truth in their stories, but often it was more fiction than fact. Then, about six weeks ago, they noticed her, the new neighbor who never closed the blinds to her bedroom. It was a rare warm winter day that had prompted Billy to open his window shade, and that was how they actually noticed her. They didn’t know her name, but they quickly realized it didn’t matter as the show was a “must see”. They could see she was a brunette, curvy, and shaved. They knew this because she’d walk around naked in her bedroom. At first, they thought it was a fluke, but they realized quickly she either enjoyed what she was doing, or didn’t care. Neither mattered to the boys, they enjoyed watching her. She’d even masturbate with assorted sex toys, which fueled their desire and fantasies.



“Oh man what I’d give to fuck that pussy,” said Chris one night as he jacked off.



“I want that mouth,” said Jacob. “Oh to paint her face with my spunk.”



“Hell,” said Billy, stroking his hard cock, “I want that fine ass.”



Of course, none of them had ever seen her outside of the apartment she lived in. Try as they might, then never saw anyone come or go from the apartment she seemed to live in. Except for the bedroom window on Saturday night, all the windows were covered up with the blinds drawn tight. They even tried knocking on the door during the week but never heard any movement inside. Yet, every Saturday without fail, she’d appear and it seemed she was performing a private show just for them. They watched her fuck herself with assorted dildos and vibrators in her pussy and ass, her body shake and grind, and though they couldn’t hear her, they were sure she was a screamer. Her image would haunt their dreams, and even affect their love life as they found themselves picturing her face, her body, on the women they were fucking, using for their own sexual pleasure.



When they gathered for yet another Saturday night show, Billy drew back the blinds and found a note taped to his window. It said, “Tired of watching? Wanna participate? Come to apartment 216 by 8:00 pm and knock three times. Condoms will be provided.”



“What the fuck, you guys?” asked Billy.



“I didn’t write this,” said Jacob.



“Me neither,” said Chris.



The three looked out the window and saw the woman staring back at them, smiling wickedly and tugging at her nipples. Their cocks hardened immediately and they looked at the clock. It was 7:50 pm. They told Billy’s mom they were going to the movies with a friend and would be back later. She reminded them to be safe and have fun, to which Jacob stifled a snicker as he thought if things went well, they’d have lots of fun. The quickly made the journey to the apartment door and knocked three times. The door opened and there stood the brunette, naked. She wasn’t very tall, maybe 5’5″, curvy with large breasts, full hips, no pubic hair, and her nipples were small, but rock hard. Their mouths went immediately dry.



“Just in time boys, come in.”



She stepped aside and allowed them to enter. The apartment was dark, with the only light emanating from her bedroom where her private show had been. She led them to the room, and closed the blinds. The air smelled sweet of incense, with several candles lit all around on a dresser with a large mirror that reflected the light of the candles, and two bedside tables. “Strip boys,” she ordered. “I don’t like fucking in clothes.”



The boys frantically stripped down until all three were naked. Their cocks were stiff and pointing out. Billy’s was the largest, eight inches with a large, swollen purple knob on the other end. Chris’s was a bit shorter, and almost as thick. Jacob’s was the smallest, and more slender, but no less impressive. All three had pre-cum oozing from the head and dripping onto the floor. She smiled as she surveyed the three young men who stood before her.



“Now, all of you are at least eighteen, right?”



“Yeah,” said Chris. “We’re all nineteen. We graduated high school last year and now go to the JC down the road.”



She smiled. “Good. And none of you are virgins right?”



Her voice was so sensual and erotic. They knew she was well experienced. “Yeah,” said Billy, “we’ve fucked before.”



“Each other?” she asked.



The three went a bit pale when she burst out laughing. Even her laugh was sexy. “Oh the looks on your faces was priceless. I don’t care if you boys are bi or straight, but I do have a few rules. First, what we do here tonight, you can never tell anyone. If you do, you’ll regret it, and trust me, I’ll know. Second, you must wear a condom when you fuck my pussy or my ass. However, I don’t suck condom covered cocks. For that, you can go bareback. Third, if you fuck my ass and then want my pussy, you must put on a clean condom. It’s more of a hygiene issue for me than anything else. Oh, and that goes if you boys are bi and fuck one another’s ass, I demand a fresh condom on any cock that was in someone’s ass before it enters my pussy. Any questions?”



None of the three could speak. They stood there with their mouths hanging open. The shook their heads “no” and she smiled. She knelt down before them, grabbed Billy and Chris’s cock with her hands, and slid Jacob’s into her mouth. A collective gasp escaped all three of their lips as she stroked and sucked. After a moment, Jacob began to thrust, fucking her mouth and thinking it was the best blowjob he’d ever had. He mouthed; “Oh fuck!” but no sound escaped his lips.



She released Jacob’s cock with a slight pop and took Chris’s into her mouth, while still stroking it with her hand. Jacob began to stroke his cock as he watched. Chris’s eyes rolled back into his head and moaned, “Fuck lady!”



She purred on his cock and sucked. Billy watched eagerly, hoping he would be next. He found he didn’t need to wait long as she quickly moved from Chris’s cock to his. She could barely get her lips around it, but somehow she did. As he expected, he was not disappointed as she sucked his member until her lips touched his hips and her chin hit his balls. “Fuck me!” he cried.



Billy felt his cock head hit the back of her throat as she sucked his cock. He grabbed her head, fisting her hair with his hands and began to fuck her mouth the way he wanted to fuck her pussy and ass later. He was sure she’d choke or gag but neither happened, only the sounds of her slurping his cock and his grunting with each thrust. She smiled with her eyes and fucked his cock with her mouth. He felt her hand wrap around his balls, pulling them down so he couldn’t cum, but sucked him like he’d never experienced before. He pounded her mouth, trying in vain to cum but her grip on his balls prevented it. Finally, he released her hair and she slid off his cock with a pop. She rose quietly and led the three young men to her bed.



“Who wants what?” she asked.



“Your mouth,” said Jacob. “I wanna fuck your mouth like Billy just did.”



She smiled. “And you? What do you want?” she asked Chris



“Your pussy,” Chris gasped.



“And you Billy?”



“I want it all, you pussy, your ass, and your mouth.”



The other two gasped. “Do you boys want the same thing?” she asked in a sensual tone.



Neither could seem to form words, but nodded in agreement. “Remember the rules boys. Break them and I swear you’ll be sorry. Oh yeah, and I hope you boys know how to eat pussy because I want all three of you to eat me out at some point.”



Billy stepped up and pushed her onto the bed. He spread her legs and said, “Lady, I’m going to eat you so fucking good you’ll be disappointed by any other man.”



Billy buried his face into her pussy. He licked her labia and was amazed how wet she was, and how sweet she tasted. The woman moaned and squirmed as licked. Billy’s tongue went up to her clit that stood up for him, making it easier for him to lick, nibble, and suck. He slid two fingers into her sex and curled them within her. He didn’t want to share this treasure, but he knew that was what she wanted. Jacob and Chris crawled onto the bed where she grabbed their cocks and began stroking. They reached down and played with her breasts, tugging at her nipples. The woman moaned and squirmed. Jacob and Chris leaned down and sucked her nipples into their respective mouths. Billy sucked her clit into his mouth, curled his fingers teasing her g-spot, and soon they felt her body tense up as her first orgasm hit. She screamed out, as her body shook. Billy was amazed the amount of juices that emanated from her pussy, and how sweet it tasted. He lapped them up frantically, drinking down her sweet nectar.



“Nice job,” she moaned. “Now who’s next?”



Billy moved, thinking he wanted to fuck her, when Chris nudged him and they switched places. Chris buried his face into her pussy, tasting the sweet leftover juice and breathing in her scent. He slid his tongue deep into her pussy and tongue fucked her. She smiled briefly as she liked the different technique Chris used verses Billy, who grabbed her head and began fucking her mouth. Jacob mounted her chest and set his cock between her breasts. She pressed them together and he began to tit fuck her, enjoying the feeling of his cock between her breasts. For Jacob, feeling her breasts surround his cock was a sensation he’d never experience before as he was the most inexperience of the three. Chris kept his eyes down, he didn’t want to see his friend’s ass in his face. He worked his tongue deep in her pussy, his nose rubbing her clit and breathing in her sweet erotic scent, his hands holding her thighs, until he felt her pussy walls pulse and squeezed his tongue as her second orgasm struck and the woman moaned on Billy’s cock.



Chris tapped Jacob on the shoulder and they switched places. Chris resumed the tit fucking and Jacob licked her pussy. He liked what he tasted, but did wish he had been here sooner. After a few minutes of licking, he watched Billy and Chris switch places and decided he wanted to do something he’d only heard about. He pushed her legs further apart, separated her ass cheeks, and licked down her ass to her anus. He heard her squeal on Chris’s cock and slid his tongue into her anus. He’d never licked a woman’s anus before, and loved the effect it was having on her. His nose in her pussy and he was breathing in her scent that aroused him like nothing else. She loved the unique attention that Jacob was giving her, and knew he wasn’t as experience as his friends. However, this inexperience wasn’t hindering her enjoyment. While Jacob rimmed her, Billy climbed off and slipped a condom onto his cock as he watched Jacob bring her to a third orgasm.



Jacob moved and Billy mounted her, slamming his cock into her pussy. He couldn’t believe how amazing she felt as he began fucking her. His huge cock completely filled her vagina as he thrust in and out. She moaned on Chris’s cock and grabbed Jacob’s with her hand. Billy pounded her with a fever he’d never experienced before; she was everything he’d wanted and more. He wanted her ass but wasn’t willing to stop fucking her. Chris climbed off and slipped a condom on his cock, tapped Billy on the shoulder and said, “Come on man, I want to fuck her too.”



“Fine,” growled Billy, “I’ll take her ass a bit later.”



The woman chuckled and whispered, “If you boys are good I might let you try a DP.”



A collective gasp escaped all three. Billy smiled and said, “I hope your fucking serious lady.”



“Oh I am,” she said.



Billy stepped aside and Chris too his place between her legs. He slid his cock in and began fucking her. Though he wasn’t as big as Billy, she enjoyed the feeling of his cock within her pussy. “Damn lady!” he said. “You’re pussy’s amazing.”



The woman giggled. “Thanks. Now, feed me your cock, cutie.”



It took Jacob a moment to realize she was talking to him. He looked down into her blue eyes, finding himself lost in their beauty. There was something haunting about her eyes, as if he could see more than normal. He felt her mouth wrap around his cock, the heat radiated though his body. He’d never had a woman deep throat his cock before, but it was a sensation he thoroughly enjoyed. He felt her body shake as Chris began to pound her and Billy tugged roughly on her nipples.



“Come on man, fuck her mouth hard. She really likes it,” said Billy.



It took Jacob a moment to process what Billy said. He looked down at the woman who smiled and nodded, as if she were telling him it was fine. He reached down and stroked her head, feeling her soft hair under his fingers. She leaned her head into his hand and smiled. He felt as if she was giving him permission. He began thrusting his cock within her mouth and she purred. The sensation was more than he could imagine. He moaned as he felt the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, her tongue under his shaft, and her hand holding his balls. After several minutes, Billy pushed him aside and said, “Watch how a real man fucks a woman’s mouth.”



He pulled the condom off his cock and threw it at Jacob, grabbed the woman’s head and stuffed his cock into her mouth. She moaned a minor protest then accepted his cock. Jacob tossed the used condom in a nearby trashcan and watched his friend brutally fuck her mouth, yet the woman seemed to take it in stride. Jacob could hear her moan on Billy’s cock as he watched his friend. With each thrust, Billy grunted in an almost animalistic fashion. Then Chris tapped his shoulder and gestured switching places. Jacob figured her pussy would be fine and after rolling a condom onto his cock, he switched places with Chris and resumed fucking her pussy. She moaned when he entered and Jacob was sure he saw a quick smile. Jacob knew he wasn’t as long or thick as his friends’ were, and yet, he felt she was just as satisfied with him. He didn’t pound her like the other two, but was gentler with her, and thus, didn’t make the same sounds.



After a few minutes, she wiggled her hips and he slipped out. He went to reenter, and she lifted her hips so his cock touched her anus. He looked up and saw her eyes staring into his, telling him to take her ass. He pressed his cock and as the head slipped in, she moaned and winked at him. Jacob gently thrust in her ass, going further into her with each movement, and moaning softly. Once he was balls deep, he thrust at a steady pace. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experience before and he finally understood why so many of his male friends sang the praises of anal sex. The woman moaned on Billy’s cock with each thrust and Jacob wanted to please her even more.



The woman grabbed Chris’s cock, slipped the condom off, and began stroking him. “Fuck man!” hissed Billy. “This bitch is better than I hoped.”



“Don’t call her that,” said Jacob between thrusts.



“Yeah man,” said Chris. “She did invite us.”



Billy rolled his eyes. “You two are so pussy whipped.”



“Says the man with his cock in her mouth,” said Chris.



Billy looked down but she continued to suck his cock making a loud slurping sound. “Fine, you’re not a bitch. But you are pretty amazing. How’s her pussy Jacob?”



“Almost as amazing as her ass,” he panted.



“You’re in her ass?” asked Billy.



“Yeah,” Jacob gasped still thrusting in the same steady pace.



“I want that ass,” growled Billy.



“You’ve got her mouth,” said Chris.



“And I want that ass,” repeated Billy.



She pulled Billy’s cock from her mouth with a pop and moaned loudly, “You’ll get your turn here shortly. Let your friend have his fun.”



Jacob snickered as he continued to thrust. She turned her head and pulled Chris’s cock into her mouth while she took Billy’s into her hand. She sucked Chris’s cock for several minutes, moaning loudly, and he began to fuck her mouth as the other two had. It didn’t take long for Chris to experience the feeling of her throat on the head of his cock, causing him to moan loudly and giving Jacob time to enjoy her ass. Then she pulled Chris’s cock from her mouth and said, “Condoms on boys, it’s time for some DP action.”



Jacob slid out of her ass and tossed his well-used condom into the trash. Once Chris and Billy had fresh condoms on, she pointed to Chris and said, “Lie down lover, let me mount you since your friend wants my ass.”



Chris lay on his back as the woman mounted him and impaled herself on his cock moaning loudly. Even through the condom, he could tell how saturated her pussy was. After a few thrusts, she leaned over, putting her breasts into Chris’s face, and said, “Well come on, I’m not waiting all night.”



Billy stepped behind her and rammed his cock deep into her ass. She cried out then smiled. “I like a man who knows what he wants.”



“Well what I want is your ass,” said Billy as he smacked it.



She squealed with the impact, then reached over, grabbed Jacob’s cock and pulled it into her mouth. It didn’t take long for Billy and Chris to find a rhythm that would work for all three as Jacob grabbed her head and resumed fucking her mouth. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. He fucked her mouth like he did her pussy and ass, gently. She smiled up at him, as if she understood this was just who he was. Billy on the other hand was pouring sweat and pounding her ass, grunting with each thrust. The scent of incense was lost to the scent of sweat and raw sex from the four in the tiny bedroom.



“Fuck!” hissed Billy. “I’m so fucking close.”



“Me too!” cried Chris.



Jacob was the only one not ready to cum until he felt the woman’s hand reach around and her finger penetrate his ass. He squealed and said rather pitchy, “Me too!”



Billy snickered though he didn’t see the woman’s finger in his ass and said, “Don’t be a wuss man. Tell her how you want to cum on her face.”



Jacob blushed. He hadn’t thought about what he was going to do since he was not wearing a condom. He was so grateful that she was willing to do so much with them, especially him already; he didn’t want to be selfish or greedy. She looked up and he was sure her blue eyes were telling him he could cum the way the wanted, painting her face. He asked softly, “May I cum on your face?”



Billy laughed hard. “Why are you being such a pussy man?”



The woman nodded as Chris said, “Why are you being such a prick Billy? Oh fuck! I’m there!”



Chris’s body bucked as he moaned loudly, feeling his cock empty and fill the condom with his seed. Billy was next, feeling his cock pulse in her ass. Both boys cried out as the woman clamped her pussy and ass down on the two cocks. Hearing her moan on his cock was more than Jacob could take as he pulled out and began shooting long sticky ropes of cum from his cock and onto her beautiful face. He panted and moaned while he stroked his cock until he was fully drained. He smiled as she licked the cum from her face.



“Tasty.”



Jacob smiled sheepishly and mouthed, “Thanks.”



Billy’s drained cock slipped out of her ass and he threw the full, well-used condom into the trash. The woman climbed off Chris and the bed. Chris quickly disposed his used condom and said, “Damn lady, that was amazing.”



“Yeah,” said Jacob, “thanks so much.”



“You boys look thirsty,” she said and poured drinks from a decanter that was sitting on the dresser.



She handed each one a glass. “Thanks,” whispered Jacob.



“Yeah, thanks,” said Chris.



Billy took his glass and downed the liquid in one greedy gulp. “Woo! Good shit man.”



The woman smiled. “Drink up boys.”



Chris and Jacob didn’t drink theirs as quickly as Billy had, but they did finish them. “Mmmm,” said Chris, “that is good.”



She quickly collected the glasses and said, “I had a wonderful time boys.”



“Can we see you again?” asked Jacob.



“Maybe,” she said.



“Maybe?” questioned Billy. “What the fuck?”



“Easy man,” said Chris.



“No!” barked Billy. “She’s been knowingly teasing us for the last several weeks and now after we fuck her it’s a ‘maybe.’ That’s bullshit!”

It had only been twenty four hours since their last fuck but to Rob it felt like too long. His cock eagerly sprang up as April zipped open his trousers. He guided her head down, forcing the long shaft between her rosy lips.



She was leaning across the gear shift, kneeling on the passenger seat of Rob’s car. They had parked at their usual spot, near the sports field that was always abandoned on weekdays. Rob sometimes fantasised about getting April to himself for a whole day, to be able to fuck her long and slow, and not worry about getting caught. But he realised that most of the time it was the secrecy that turned him on. Fucking your best friend’s 19 year old daughter was one of the kinkiest things Rob could imagine – and he was doing it almost every day.



April now came up for air, her face wet with saliva and Rob’s pre-cum. She smiled at him.



“My panties are so wet. I’ve been thinking about your cock all day and it makes me so horny,” she gasped, kissing Rob and covering his lips with his own juices, “Do you think about me Rob?”



“Are you fucking kidding? I hardly do anything but think of you, baby. I think about that tight little pussy,” he said as his fingers rubbed her through her panties, “God you are wet. I think you better take those off.”



April moaned, sitting down on the passenger seat, against the door and facing Rob. One of her legs was up near his head, while the other lay across his lap, her foot playing with his cock. She wriggled out of her panties, giving them to Rob. He held the damp material around his cock, rubbing the remnants of her juices onto him. April watched him, biting her lower lip and moaning softly.



“Touch my pussy, Rob. Touch it while you touch your dick.” April told him.



With one hand still around his cock, Rob kept his other hand busy fingering her cunt. Rob started by gently moving around her pussy lips, but soon April was inching her ass across the seat, urging him to enter her with his fingers. He pushed one digit inside, but April moaned ‘More…”, so he tried another, then another. She shuddered at his touch, and leaned back and closed her eyes. Her hands were caressing her inner thighs, close but not interfering with his touch.



“You are so wet…God, you are soaking…I wish I could get further in there.” Rob was panting as he watched his hand move around inside April. His other hand rubbed faster and faster, up and down, over his cock. He wanted to be inside her, but saw she was really getting off on his hand so let her have her pleasure for now. Her ass cheeks tightened against the seat, then rose up and down rhythmically in time with his hand’s motions. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back against the seat rest. Rob pulled out his index finger, and pushed it against her clit. She tensed a little.



“Oh yes, yes. Touch it, pull it, rub it, please just make me cum…”April began mumbling to herself. Rob was now pulling his cock and Aprils’ clit in time, hoping they could cum together. He could tell she was breathing heavier, a sign that she was nearing her climax. She was biting her lower lip gently and still moving her hips slightly against the push and pull of Rob’s hand.



“You’re going to cum aren’t you, baby?” Rob encouraged her orgasm, “You’re gonna cum on my hand, then you’re gonna lick off all your juices, then you can mix it with my fucking cream from my cock.”



As Rob spoke April exploded. Her legs tensed against the seat, and one kicked the door opposite her. She pushed herself hard against Rob’s hand, pushing him ever further inside her. Being no longer able to resist, she put her own fingers on her clit, joining Rob as he furiously caused friction on her most sensitive spot. She let out a primitive moan that ascended to a scream more befitting a young girl like April. A small gush of her juices passed over Rob’s fingers and out of her pussy, to be squirted over the seat.



The sight of April’s climax set Rob off and his hand became a blur as it jerked his cock. He didn’t want to waste his cum on an air shot, and so turned his body a little, removing his hand from April’s cunt. She grunted as his hand left her, sounding upset, but opened her eyes to see Rob aiming his cock at her swollen pussy lips. He didn’t enter her but slapped his cock against the lips, erupting at the touch. He semen spurted out, some mixing with her short pubic hair, the bigger shots making it up to her belly. April put her fingers in the sticky fluid, rubbing it into her skin, moaning with delight.



Rob remembered what he had said and put his still wet hand from her pussy into April’s open mouth. She sucked hungrily at her juices, licking his fingers. She scooped some of Rob’s cum from her belly and put it to her lips, slowly tasting it, pushing her fingers in and out of her mouth like they were mini cocks covered in cum. Rob moaned and fell backwards into his seat, spent and exhausted.



He looked at the dashboard clock and noticed the time. He was on his lunchbreak, and was due back in ten minutes. Tucking his deflating cock back into his pants, he told April to put her panties back on and clean herself up a little. She eventually found her panties on the floor. Rob dropped her off at the corner of her street, kissing her briefly on the lips before speeding off. April pressed her damp thighs together in anticipation of his return.



Entering her home, April ran up the stairs to the bathroom and had a long shower. She made sure to remove all signs of Rob from her body. Her parents were strict, and watched April for any signs of reckless behaviour. If she stank of sex, they would notice.



After dressing in a light blouse and shorts April went to get something to eat from the kitchen. It was her one free day from work and the house was empty. She always met Rob on her free day and she had come to think of it as her ‘free fuck day’ as it was the only time she could meet him and not have to make something up to excuse herself from those around her. When they were both working they would have to steal moments, always scared of being caught. On the weekends they would have to work out detailed lies to escape from their families and have time together.



Closing the fridge door, April noticed the family gardener was outside, pruning some bushes. She hadn’t seen him when she came in, and hoped that he hadn’t seen her walking in, hair askew and legs wobbling. She chided herself for forgetting that it was his day to come. As she watched him, he looked up at her, smiling in greeting. She smiled back, playing to her role as sweet boss’ daughter. Gregory reminded her of her father, but they were in different roles. Gregory had been on the house staff for about five years, and was always sweet to April, cutting her her favourite flowers from their extensive gardens. He looked gentle and wise, and April wondered if he had a family of his own. She suddenly felt guilty for not knowing anything about him, but assuring herself that he had been in the back garden the whole time April grabbed her soda and took it outside to the pool deck.



Picking the lounge chair in the shade of the beach umbrella, April lay down and settled her drink beside her. Her pussy was still tingling from her time with Rob, and she closed her eyes and let herself drift away, back to his touch



“You’ll get burnt”



A man’s voice woke April from her light slumber. She looked up to see Gregory standing over her with his rake.



“Pardon?’ she asked.



“The sun. It has moved while you’ve been sleeping. You’ll get burnt if you’re not careful’ He smiled at April.



April sat up and noticed that the umbrella was indeed not shading her anymore.



‘Thank you, Gregory. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”



“You are worked too hard, dear April. It is good you have these days off to relax, and catch up on your beauty sleep.” Gregory smiled again at April, trying not to look at the gap in her blouse, now exposing an ample cleavage. She yawned and stretched, her breasts thrust forward as her back bent.



Gregory had always admired April. He knew she was not the good girl that her parents thought, or at least wished, her to be. He had seen her come home numerous times, dishevelled, and secretly smiling to herself. The thought of what she was up to was sometimes too much for Gregory, and he would go to the maintenance shed and masturbate till he shot his cum over the dirt floor. Now she was laying before him, teasing him with her beauty, her long brown hair tumbling down over her breasts as she finished stretching and began to get up.



“Thanks again.’ She said as she began to leave the deck. She paused as she walked away, remembering her drink. Her tight shorts strained against her toned ass as she bent down to retrieve the glass. It was almost too much for Gregory to bear, and he subconsciously let out a low groan. April pretended not to notice, but made sure stood up extra slowly, allowing Gregory to get a long look. So, she thought, Gregory doesn’t just think of me as a little girl. She turned around smiling, dazzling him with her white teeth and ruby lips. Tossing her hair, April glanced at Gregory’s shorts and saw what she wanted. An erection was beginning, and his cock was starting to run out of room in those shorts.



“You know, Greg,’ April said in her sweetest voice, ‘I think you work too hard as well. I bet you never get a day off. And in hot weather like this…you really need to relax.” She sat down on the lounge chair again, spreading her legs a little and rubbing her hands slowly over her knees and up her legs. “Can I help you relax?”



Gregory paused, wondering if she was coming onto him, or if he was just imagining it. Her hands were on her thighs, moving up and down the sun-kissed flesh. Gregory looked April in the eyes, and she licked her lips.



“How do you think you can help me relax?” he asked, stepping closer to the lounge chair.



“Well, you do look pretty…tense.” April replied, glancing down at his shorts. “I think I can relieve some of that pressure.”



April reached out, putting her fingers into the pockets of Gregory’s shorts and pulling him closer still. She let out a little moan as her fingers now traced the front seam, running over the ridges of his expanding cock.



“Oh fuck.” Gregory sighed.



“Not yet.” April whispered and tugged at his shorts, pulling them down to his thighs, letting his cock spring out. She felt her pussy tingle at the sight of fresh meat. Leaning forward she opened her mouth and breathed over the head of his penis. The hot air made Greg’s cock tremble. April smiled and looked up at him. Keeping her eyes on him she moved her head forward, mouth open and enveloped his cock slowly. Greg felt it hit the back of her throat as she stopped, and clamped her lips down around it. Her tongue moved inside her mouth, pushing around the cock, making it wet. Greg tensed his buttocks as he felt her chin touching his balls. He still couldn’t believe what was happening.



April began to suck. With her lips still closed she moved away from Greg, drawing her saliva up the length of his shaft. She paused for a moment at his head, before quickly sucking back down, containing his cock once again in her mouth.



“Faster…” Greg grunted. His hand went to the back of her head, holding her forward on his cock, letting it tickle the back of her throat, before he tugged on her hair, letting her come back up for some air. She took his signal and began to move faster over his penis, sucking and blowing alternately. Both his hands went to her head now, adding pressure to the movements, fucking her face harder. He wanted to cum desperately, his cock aching and his balls full. But he didn’t know if he could still fuck her if he came now, so he reluctantly pulled her head back and off his cock. His pre-cum made a string between the tip of his cock and her lips. April ran her tongue around her mouth, licking all the juices.



“My pussy needs you, Greg. It needs to be fucked so hard.” April pulled her legs up and pulled down her shorts, kicking them off across the ground. She was wearing no panties. April turned around on the lounge chair, pushing her ass out towards Greg as she kneeled on the seat and wrapped her arms around the head rest.



Greg stepped completely out of his shorts and put a leg either side of the chair. His cock stood erect over her tight ass cheeks. April was making small moaning sounds, her pussy twitching to be touched. Greg ran his hands over his cock, making them wet with his pre-cum. He pushed one wet finger gently into the lips of April’s pussy, making her gasp. She was wet inside and more than ready to be entered. Bending his legs a little to allow his cock access upwards, Greg aimed his penis and pushed slowly. There was little resistance up her slippery cunt and Greg felt himself become completely enclosed within her.



“Ohh, fuck that feels fantastic.” April breathed, closing her eyes and pushing gently back against Greg. He pushed forward still more, until he felt his balls touch her ass. He steadied his feet on the ground as he pulled out a little and reached around to feel her tits through her light blouse. Squeezing them, Greg thrust upwards again.



They began to fuck in rhythm, pussy and cock meeting harder and harder. Greg began to pant, like a dog, as they moved together like two animals.



“Harder, harder…” April pleaded, the lounge chair creaking under their furious movements. She was contracting her pussy around his cock, pulling on it with her tight pussy muscles. Greg had never had a fuck like it and the intense pleasure was too much to handle.



“I’m cumming” he managed to gasp.



April pulled off his cock quickly, and turned around, sitting on the lounge chair his cock aimed straight at her mouth.



“On my face, baby, let me taste it”



Greg obliged, his cock exploding, cum spraying in fits and starts over her entire face. She closed her eyes, letting her face be covered by the white cream. Her tongue darted out to catch some, licking it up eagerly. She was moaning, one hand on her tits, the other rubbing her sensitive pussy.



As Greg’s cock began to deflate he heard a car pull up in the driveway. Cursing, he grabbed his shorts, pulled them on and ran for his shed. April didn’t seem to care who was coming home, her hand still massaging her pussy as she lay back on the lounge, moaning softly.



“Is anyone home?” said a voice from inside the house.



“Mmmm” is all April could manage.



A shadow came over April, blocking the sun. She had heard his footsteps and knowing who it was, continued to masturbate.



“You look like you had an eventful day” said Nicholas, April’s mother’s new husband. His cock was tingling at the sight of the spent teenager, touching her obviously raw pussy in front of him.



“It’s never enough” said April, opening her eyes and winking at him. She could never have enough.

My name is Cal Ellis and for the past 21 years, I have been married to a beautiful black woman named Elaine. I love her with all of my heart; she has been my soul-mate since the day we met. I was 17 and she was 16. We were joined at the hip from then on and I asked her to marry me on her 18th birthday. She said yes and I was 20 when we married. Elaine’s family has money, so Elaine worked part-time in a hospital while I worked part-time as a computer programmer for a local firm. While doing that, I went to school 3 nights a week and pursued my doctorate. Once I started making good money and got a sizable offer from a local company, Elaine cut back her hours to 2 days a week to be with our children. They never once lacked attention. One or both of us was always home after school and in the mornings.



Last year, both of our children headed off to university in Ottawa. Now that they were living away from home, my wife and I decided to downsize our living arrangements. We no longer wanted the responsibility of owning a large house. Quite frankly, I was sick of the yard work. I’ve always hated mowing the lawn.



We moved a 30 minute drive from our old home and bought a lovely, 3-bedroom condo (someone else mows the lawn!) While we remain in contact with our old friends, we also relished the opportunity to make some new ones as well. Elaine and I have become very good friends with a single mother named Lorraine and her daughter, Tabitha. Lorraine was a mother at 16 and Tabitha is now 19. Both are tall, leggy brunettes, although Tabitha’s hair is currently a lovely, flattering shade of auburn.



Recently, we held a welcoming party for all of our new neighbors. A few people got inebriated and some got a bit too wasted. I am not a big drinker so I stayed pretty sober. Lorraine made it home okay and Elaine, bless her heart, was a bit tipsy and crashed on our couch.



To my shock, while my wife was half out of it, Tabitha walked up to me and pressed herself against me, kissing me passionately. She dropped to her knees and unzipped my fly. “I’ve wanted to do this for weeks,” she purred, taking my cock all the way in her mouth. I looked over to make sure that Elaine was still out of it. This gorgeous young beauty was sucking my cock and I wasn’t stopping her. I knew that I was betraying my marriage, but I tried to justify it by saying to myself I hadn’t forced myself on Tabitha, she had pursued me. I blamed her aggression on the amount on alcohol she had consumed that night, but damn, this gorgeous young thing knew what she was doing. I came in her mouth and she licked it clean. She zipped me back up and stood up just as Elaine was coming to. She smiled at both of us and told Tabitha that she could spend the night in our guest bedroom if she was feeling too dizzy to walk home. Tabitha smiled and said she would appreciate that because she didn’t want to “hurl” on the way back to her place.



“I love that dress on you, Mrs. E,” Tabitha said to my wife. Elaine had told her several times to call her Elaine and insisted again. Tabitha smiled and nodded. Elaine did look spectacular. Her dress and heels were both gold, as was her jewelry. Her skin is a lighter black as one of her grandparents is Caucasian. No matter what my wife wears, even if it’s just jeans and a T-shirt, she looks lovely and wouldn’t be caught dead without nice earrings and makeup. My wife does have a tiny vain streak, but she has every right to it.



“Let’s go make some coffee,” Elaine suggested. “I think you and I could use a cup to help us sober up,” she said to Tabitha. I smiled as they left and Tabitha winked and blew me a kiss. Escaping Elaine’s notice, she flipped up her short black dress to reveal she wore no panties!



I knew that I could never, ever let my gorgeous wife know of my brief infidelity. I didn’t want anything to ruin our marriage. As I sat there and stewed in my own juices, I realized they were taking a long time just to make coffee. I decided to go into the kitchen and see what was causing the delay. I would never, not in a million years, expected to see what I saw. Elaine and Tabitha were kissing heatedly, their hands moving all over each other’s bodies. Not once in all our years together had Elaine even suggested that she was interested in women. She and Tabitha were really going at it and Tabitha appeared to be the aggressor. So our gorgeous little neighbor was bi. Or was she? I had rarely seen her out on dates, maybe she was a full-blown lesbian. I wondered if her mother knew about her daughter’s sexual activities. Lorraine had told Elaine and myself that they were close, what did she know about Tabitha’s love life? I continued watching my desirable bride and the lovely Tabitha kissing like crazy.



I’m a typical male in many respects. I have always loved watching two women together in porn films. In my fantasies, I had thought many times about seeing my gorgeous wife and another woman in bed together. With Elaine’s dark skin, it would be an erotic contrast with any woman she paired with. However, I’d always assumed it would remain a fantasy. I wouldn’t want to share her with another man. How could I then selfishly ask her to share me with another woman?



Now apparently, that particular problem was solved.



When they both saw me standing there, I wasn’t sure how they would react to my presence. Wordlessly, each of them took one of my hands and guided me upstairs to our spare bedroom. The two of them kissed each other a few more times and then kissed each other. I sensed that I was about to see a truly great show.



As I said at the beginning, I’ve been with Elaine for 21 amazing years. I was her first and she was mine. I’d never seen her with another person before, let alone a sexy brunette teenager. Yet here they were, kissing with open passion in front of my very eyes. She might have been the younger of the two women, but Tabitha was going to be the teacher. She untied Elaine’s dress at the back and let it fall to the ground. Aside from a thong that matched the dress and heels, my wife was naked. She then turned around and let Elaine unzip her cute black number. It dropped away from her body and she was still wearing a bra and stockings. The bra joined the dress. The two women climbed on the large bed and kissed again. It was so hot and I could barely move because I was so aroused!



Both of the girls — the women – were so exquisitely beautiful. I watched with mounting lust as my wife lifted her hips so that Tabitha could remove her thong. Elaine has recently started shaving her pussy. She told me that a friend said it heightened sensitivity. I just thought it looked sexy. Tabitha made love to my wife with her tongue. She ate her cunt like there was no tomorrow and for the first time ever in my life; I was watching someone else give my wife an orgasm. Okay — several orgasms, from what I could see.



Elaine is never the kind of woman to be an idle participant. Once she stopped panting and thrashing about, she moved on top of Tabitha. “Darling girl,” she said in her softest, most alluring voice “Prepare to get the shit fucked out of you.” I’d never seen Elaine so hot! She got between Tabitha’s stocking-clad thighs and ate cunt. I mean, she really went at it! I knew Elaine had never been with a woman, but it was almost hard to tell. Her mouth was humming a merry tune on Tabitha’s cunt and clit.



The two women looked up at me and my wife’s eyes had a smoky, sensual look I had never seen before. “Are you just going to stand and watch?” She asked. “Or are you going to join us and fuck our horny cunts?”



I was momentarily startled because Elaine had never used that word before. She talks dirty in bed but the “C word” was always off limits. Tabitha was licking my wife’s tits and I couldn’t get out of my clothes fast enough. The two of them pounced on my cock and now I knew why guys in porn films look so pleased if they’re getting a double blowjob. There is nothing else like it!



“Fuck her,” Elaine told me, shoving me between Tabitha’s spread thighs. “Fuck her darling, really fuck the little cunt good! I’m going to have the little whore eat my pussy some more, but screw her good!” I did just as I was told. I felt her high heels digging into my back as I fucked Tabitha and I saw Elaine’s face glaze over with passion. She and Tabitha came at the same time and I shot my load into two willing mouths not soon after.



I was in a daze the entire next morning and afternoon. My boss chewed me out but as I own a large chunk of stock in the company and I know more about the operation than he does, I told him to go fuck himself. That isn’t like me, but I was feeling too good to take his shit. I wanted to go home and fuck my wife again. I was more in love with her than ever and our threesome last night had only strengthened our bond. Seeing Elaine so wild and free was the best thing I had ever witnessed.



I got home and Elaine was by our complex’s shared pool in the tiniest white bikini I have ever seen. Two tiny triangles covered her breasts and one barely covered her pussy. It was held together by flimsy pieces of string. “I just felt so sexy I wanted to go out and buy something exciting,” Elaine smiled as I kissed her hello. “I just feel so … so alive!”



She looked incredible. My lovely wife takes a back seat to no one and I really wanted to take her inside and fuck her. She astonished me by confessing she thought that if she left us alone, Tabitha might make a play for me. She had been thinking about a threesome for months, ever since we moved in and had met Lorraine and her daughter. She wasn’t even sure herself just how far she would allow it to go.



We weren’t even done talking when Tabitha showed up. Her bikini was equally as skimpy as Elaine’s, blue and metallic. I saw it in my wife’s dark eyes and in Tabitha’s — they wanted a repeat performance of last night. Elaine stood up and as bold as brass, she kissed Tabitha again. This new personality of hers was downright sexy. While my wife has never been the kind to hide her light under a bushel, PDA with a girl was not something I would ever have expected. To my utter astonishment, Elaine laid on her back on a chaise lounge. Tabitha straddled her head and lowered her pussy to my wife’s mouth. Now my wife was having public sex with our new playmate and she was slurping and moaning. My cock felt like an iron bar. She didn’t take long to make Tabitha cum and her face was still gleaming with pussy juice when Tabitha dismounted. “That was fun, baby” Elaine purred.



“It was, wasn’t it?” Tabitha giggled. “Poor Cal — we’ve made him horny again. We’ll take care of you baby, can I spend the night with you guys again?”



“We’d be delighted to have you,” my wife answered for me. I went inside and called work and told my secretary I was taking a “personal day” tomorrow. She’d heard the argument I’d had with my superior and figured it was likely because of that. She had NO idea.



Once dinner was finished, the two women went upstairs, leaving me with the clean up. As I loaded the dishwasher, I could hear a lot of laughter coming from upstairs and wondered if they were having sex again. It got me hot, but I had to keep my cool. Wait to be invited, don’t seem too eager — that was the way to play it, I thought.



They weren’t having sex because there wasn’t enough time. My wife came downstairs in a diaphanous white negligee that I had never seen her wear before. “I did a little bit of shopping today,” she giggled. Tabitha had on a black teddy, matching stockings and black bedroom slippers. “I, uh, bought some things for her, too,” Elaine told me. “I knew she’d be back.”



“Knew or hoped?” I teased Elaine, kissing the nape of her neck.



“Knew,” Elaine whispered to me softly, looking over at our sexy neighbor. “After last night, I knew.” She was right — something had happened last night between the three of us. The genie had been let out of the bottle and the cork couldn’t be put back in. I made a pitcher of drinks for the three of us and turned on some soft music. I sat there and watched as my two lovers danced for me, swaying bodies and holding each other close. It was very erotic and the kind of thing you don’t rush. I sat there and enjoyed myself while the girls kissed sweetly. It seemed as if they couldn’t get enough of kissing each other and who was I to object?



The girls stopped dancing together and headed upstairs, motioning for me to follow. Once they were there, Tabitha pushed my wife back on the bed. She reached down beside the bed and pulled out a strap-on dildo! This was getting wild! I was going to see my wife get fucked by someone else — a sexy teenage girl! Once she got going, it was obvious that our new friend was no stranger to using a toy like this. She had my wife bucking and howling, Elaine was really getting into it. Her nightgown was matted to her body, she was perspiring so much! Tabitha moved away and smiled once she had made my wife cum with the rubber toy. “Your wife fucks like the little slut she is,” Tabitha grinned evilly. “Now I think I deserve to be fucked while she watches, don’t you?”



I couldn’t have agreed more and watched as the sexy brunette got down on all fours. I slid into Tabitha’s cunt like my cock was made to be there. My wife watched as I fucked someone else and she was almost spellbound. Tabitha was so hot and so tight, it didn’t take me long to cum. Again, I had two eager mouths ready to gobble up all of my spunk.



To finish off the evening, I watched my wife rim Tabitha’s asshole and then fuck it with the dildo. Both women then got on all fours while I fucked them both. We all came within seconds of each other. It was glorious.



We spent the next two weeks having sex with our new lover. We didn’t miss a night and our sex life, while always good, was rejuvenated. We were fucking like we did as newlyweds, even when Tabitha wasn’t around. The best times were with her but we did fine without her.



So when she announced that she and her friends were going to Cancun, we were disappointed and knew we’d miss her, but knew we’d be okay. We’d already started hatching plots as to what we’d do to her when she got back. We even adjusted plans for a long awaited second honeymoon to Hawaii to be a three-way vacation. Elaine and I could easily afford it and it would be a nice gift for someone who had already given us so much. I can hardly wait to see my two lovelies in their skimpy bikinis on those beautiful beaches.



There’s another twist we hadn’t anticipated. A few days after Tabitha was gone, we were out by the pool. Elaine was in another new bikini. That’s when Lorraine showed up. She looked at us both and said in a stern tone “You’re fucking my daughter, aren’t you? Both of you?”



As Tabitha was a legal adult and we were both now more open about things, we saw no reason to deny it. “Yes and yes,” Elaine said to our neighbor.



Lorraine broke out in a huge grin. “So, what’s wrong with asking the mother if she’d like a turn with you two gorgeous people?” Stunning us both, she further added “Just where do you think Tabby learned most of her little tricks?” With that, she threw open the robe she had been wearing to reveal a taut, sleek body with tits even bigger than her daughter’s. I looked at Elaine and she looked back at me and both of us took one of her hands, leading her inside and up to our bedroom. Tabitha’s a wildcat, but Lorraine has moves that are just as sexy and entirely her own. She’s promised to give us a steamy mother-daughter show when Tabitha returns. I can’t wait to have all four of them in bed but I might need to skip a few nights rest a few nights to build up my strength.

My names Samantha but my friends call me Sammy or Sam and I’m a nineteen year old university student. I want to recount an experience I had a few weeks ago. I was on a placement for my course and was staying with my godmother Liz and her partner Dan. Liz is thirty seven and Dan’s a little older at forty six. I was very lucky in finding a placement so close to my godmother as it saved me the effort and cost of finding accommodation. It was also nice to have someone I knew around to discuss how my days had gone and Liz and Dan looked after me well.



It was on the Saturday morning of my first week-end and I was still in bed when a knock came on my bedroom door. It eventually opened and it was Dan. “Morning Sam, I’ve just brought you a cup of tea, I’ll put it on the bedside cupboard.”



“Ugh,” I groaned still half asleep as I heard Dan leave the room …………………………



The next thing I remember was feeling hands kneading my shoulders and hearing a voice. “Come on sleepy head, your teas gone cold, do you realise it’s ten-thirty.”



I was still quite dozy but could feel the hands on my shoulders. “Mmmm that’s nice,” I mumbled. “My first weeks work has certainly taken it out of me.”



“You’ve certainly slept well. You seem to be enjoying that here let me massage you a little more,” Dan suggested as he rolled the duvet down revealing my bare back. “Liz always appreciates a light rub-down,” he continued as his hands worked down to my lower back. I wasn’t really thinking other than knowing his hands felt good. He moved the duvet lower revealing my bum cheeks which he started to squeeze gently. “When I do this for Liz it gets her moist between her legs, are you getting moist?”



“Uh huh,” I replied in confirmation.



“Perhaps you should spread your legs so that I can check you out?” Dan continued. He lowered the duvet all the way and let it fall to the floor and I slowly parted my legs a little without a thought. I was so relaxed and still a little sleepy. I felt Dan’s hands on my heels, one on each and he spread my legs wider. They then moved slowly up each leg to the top. I felt his thumbs pushing down between my legs and then one being gently eased into my love hole. “Well Sam your more than moist you’re actually lovely and wet already. I think we should continue and play with you a little more, would you like that?”



“Mmmm!” I said showing my lust. “But what about Liz?” I questioned as an after thought.



“Don’t worry about Liz she’s gone out and won’t be back till later and anyway she doesn’t need to know, ” Dan said reassuringly.



“Are you sure she won’t be back?”



“I’m sure. I’ll have finished doing you well before her return, that’s if you’re going to let me have you.”



“You’ve already worked me up and got me wet, I want you to continue and finish what you’ve started.”



“It will be a pleasure, roll on to your back so I can get a good look at you.” I followed his request and I could see him standing at the end of the bed watching me.



“Your bodies fantastic. Your little tits are gorgeous.”



“They’re not too small then.”



“No not at all, they’re all young and puffy. Why don’t you open your legs and show me that little pussy of yours?” I opened my legs and Dan seemed pleased with what he could see. “You look nicely relaxed and at ease,” he continued “I’m going to get myself more comfortable before joining you.” I lifted my head and watched as he removed his t-shirt followed by his jog pants. He wasn’t wearing any briefs and I now caught my first glimpse of a very large looking cock.



“Wow! That’s a big cock,” I blurted out in surprise. This was only the fourth cock I’d ever seen, having previously only seen my schoolboy boyfriends and two guys at university. As you can tell I’m not that experienced but I instinctively knew that Dan was well hung.



“Well it’s all yours to play with for as long as you like,” he replied. “Do you want to play with it?”



“Yes please,” I replied eagerly . “Are you going to let me play with you?”



“Of course I am.”



“Let’s play then,” he said as he got onto the bed. He lay down alongside me and gently stroked my boob “We’ll only do what you feel comfortable doing. It’s important that you enjoy our time together,” he said quietly and I already felt comfortable being with him. “I take it your on the pill?” he continued. “I intend to do you bareback, if it’s O.K with you, and we wouldn’t want to be seeding you would we?”



“Certainly not! Are you going to shoot inside me?”



“Probably not but little leaks can happen.”



“Don’t worry everything’s fine and I’m happy to be taken ‘au natural’,” I replied.



“Good,” he said as he lowered his head towards me and our lips met. He kissed me softly before probing his tongue into my mouth. I responded by playing my tongue around his. His fingers were gently pinching and rolling my right nipple in-between having my boob squeezed in his hand. Our lips parted and Dan’s mouth moved down to give attention to my tits. He licked all over them and sucked and lightly bit each nipple, which I knew were as hard as bullets. I felt a hand travelling down over my tummy. It ended up on the inside of my thighs gently pulling on one and pushing against the other as he coaxed my legs apart once again. His head left my tits and I felt his tongue tracing a path down my body, over my stomach and on towards my pussy. Dan’s hands had pulled me open and I sensed his tongue as it licked along my slit towards my love hole. He repeated this action many times and from the sounds he was making he appeared to be enjoying the taste. This was the best licking I’d ever had. The boys who’d given me oral before never made me feel like this and I knew he was making me quite juicy. At the end of each stroke he was now probing his tongue into my love hole and I was responding by moaning my satisfaction.



He had moved so that he was kneeling alongside me with his backside towards my head. I could see his large semi-flaccid cock hanging down between his legs. I reached my hand out and caught hold of the shaft. I felt a shiver of surprise and anticipation going through me as I realised how big he was. I could just circle my fingers around his girth which made him as thick as my wrist. My excitement was mixed with a little apprehension which was heightened as I realised he’d not reached his full potential yet. I slowly worked my hand up and down his meat whilst enjoying his oral attentions. “You’ve a lovely soft and gentle hand. I like that,” I heard him say from between my legs “You’ll need to suck me though to get me fully hard,” he added.



I suddenly realised that I would have to give oral to his sizeable appendage and I was a little nervous, having not given out much head. The thought filled me with a dilemma. On one hand uneasiness worrying if I could take him and more importantly satisfy him whilst on the other I was full of anticipation, having seen women performing on video obviously enjoying them selves and giving their men a real thrill. I decided to go for it and encouraged him to move himself into a position that enabled me to get closer to him. I stuck out my tongue and ran it all over his huge head, he tasted good. He’d started to harden considerably and my fingers no longer wrapped round him fully. I took the ‘bull by the horns’ so to speak, opened my mouth wide and let his large cock head in. It was quite a struggle as I only have a small mouth. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get much of his length in but having learnt, from action on T.V. porn, I knew it was important for me to use my tongue. I was running it all over his head and around the rim. He particularly liked it when I licked the little flap of skin which joins the head to the shaft on the underside.



He was not the only one getting enjoyment Dan’s tongue was doing amazing things to my pussy. No one had ever spent that amount of time licking me. It was not just the time taken but how he was doing it. I’d never had a tongue up inside my love hole before, it felt so good. Then my head nearly exploded as he sucked my clit into his mouth. This was the first touch on my sensitive little nub. It was in his mouth and his tongue began flicking across it. I could feel that wonderful feeling developing in my tummy and he didn’t stop. “Oh! Fuck Dan! I’m cumming! I’m cumming,” I screamed as my whole body shook in the throes of mind-blowing climax. I’d released Dan’s cock from my mouth, but kept one hand firmly on his shaft. He hadn’t moved his mouth, his tongue slowly reduced its pace and pressure on my clit before he returned it to my love hole. I knew he was tasting and savouring all the juices he’d made me produce.



“Mmmmmmm Sam you taste terrific,” Dan said removing his head from between my legs. “You’ve also been a good girl and made me nice and hard. You’ve got a very wet little hole; I think we should make use of it.” Dan moved himself so that he was kneeling between my open legs, with me on my back. He used one hand to hold me open and the other to direct his cock towards me. I felt him rubbing it along my slit before easing his head in. I reached round behind him and holding his buttocks I pulled him towards me signalling my readiness to have all of him. Slowly his cock slid into me, stretching me wide. “Sam your little cunt’s so unbelievably tight baby it’s so good and you’ve taken all of me.”



“I feel so full,” I replied. “Dan please do me,” I requested. Dan responded and slowly started sliding his cock in ad out of me. He was good, varying his pace, sometimes pushing in fully, hard and quick, and sometimes very slow. This was the best shafting I’d experienced. He was keeping me right on the edge slowing down and easing off just before tipping me over. Each time he did so he looked at me and smiled a teasing smile. I knew I was moaning out my pleasure and Dan responded by teasing me even more. He withdrew himself until he was nearly out of me. Looking at me and giving me a huge lustful grin he started to pump me, slowly at first and then with increased pace and power. I knew he wasn’t going to stop this time until he had completed me. I felt that wonderful sensation building inside me once again and I was soon shouting my pleasure as I orgasmed strongly once more. It wasn’t as intense as the first but was better than any I’d experienced with my previous partners. It was also the first time I’d been made to cum more than once, in a session, by someone else. I had half expected to feel a warm sensation on my tummy as Dan unloaded, as this was what I was used to; surprisingly he was still inside me, and still filling me with a very hard cock.



Dan very expertly rolled me over whilst remaining fully up me. He was now on his back and I was straddling him, cow girl style. “Right young Sam let’s see you ride some cock,” he said light-heartedly. This was all new to me both in the length of time Dan had been doing me and the position he now had me in. Of course I’d seen women in this position on T.V. but it was now up to me to determine and control Dan’s pleasure and my own. I tentatively manoeuvred his cock until it was nearly out of me before allowing it to slowly slide back in. I was leaning forward on his chest and in this position I could feel my clit rubbing on the hairy base of his meat as I gently rocked back and forth. This felt really good as Dan held me close and occasionally ran his fingers through my hair. I could see why the women I’d seen enjoyed this position and Dan seemed to be having a good time as well.



“Sam sit up straight and take it deep,” he directed. I followed his instruction and started sliding up and down on his cock, taking it all, as he fondled my boobs. I felt the build up once again starting in my stomach, and I started to ride hard, helped by his hands under my bum cheeks, until I made myself spill my juice all over his meat. I collapsed forward on to his chest, our mouths met and we were quickly exploring each others oral cavities with probing tongues. It felt so tender and intimate kissing Dan and being hugged tight.



“Do you like doggy?” he whispered in my ear.



“Mmmmmm!” I responded in the affirmative as it was something both my university boys had done with me and I had enjoyed it.



“That’s good. Let’s have you on your knees then,” he directed. I complied, slipping him out of me, and taking up a kneeling position on the bed as requested. He positioned himself kneeling behind me. “Lean forward, arch your back. That’s it get your face and tits down to the bed, keep your bum nice and high.” He held me open and re-inserted his cock into my love hole once more. He began rhythmically sliding in and out of me. He did me like this for some time before beginning to up his pace. As he did me harder his hand and fingers reached under me and found my clit. It was too much for me to take as I started shaking and he had me climaxing again. I fell forwards onto my stomach with him still inside me. He kept still, lying on top of me, until my pleasure had subsided.



“Are you ready to take my cream?” he enquired.



I understood what he was asking and although I’d never completed a guy before I knew that I wanted to do this for him. “I’d love to,” I replied. He withdrew from up me and rolled on to his back and I moved alongside him.



“That’s it! That’s it! Taste your self on me,” he continued as I sucked on his still hard head. I’d never tasted my own love juice before. I was working my hand up and down his thick shaft and he was moaning his satisfaction. “Oh! Yes Sam, Yes! Don’t stop……………Oooooh milk me! Milk me!” he shouted as spurt after large spurt of hot thick juice filled my mouth. I kept my lips firmly over his head until he’d stopped jerking and I could feel him starting to soften for the first time that morning. I was very pleased with myself as I’d managed to swallow everything he’d given me.



I lay there quiet for what seemed like an age with my head in his lap, gently caressing his balls as he stroked my hair. Dan was the first to break the silence “Well young lady I don’t expect you thought you’d be getting fucked like that when you woke up this morning?”



“No I didn’t. It was a real surprise, you’re a very naughty man,” I replied listlessly.



“Naughty but nice, I hope,” he continued.



“More than nice, it was fantastic!” I said far more enthusiastically.



“So you enjoyed me fucking you then?”



“Of course, you were terrific. I’ve never been done like that before.”



“Well thank you. I must add you were a pleasure to fuck and I told you that I’d have finished doing you before Liz got home.”



“Oh shit! I’d forgotten about Liz,” I said in shock and far more awake, raising myself up to a sitting position.



“Don’t be so worried. I’m not going to tell her what we’ve just been up to and I’m sure you’re not. She doesn’t need to know that we’ve been pleasuring each other. I hope it doesn’t change things between us as I’d really like the chance to fuck you again before you go back to uni’.”



“No there’s no problem. I’d love to have you again but we’ll have to be careful.”



“Of course we will. I’m going to go now, you can use the shower first if you like,” he said as he picked up his things before leaving. I was now alone and started to reflect on the mornings events. I had spent the morning having sex with my godmother’s partner. It still seemed so unbelievable apart from the fact that I knew that I had been so completely taken care of.



I got myself together and made my way to the bathroom. As I entered the shower I heard the phone ring. “Oh hi baby,” I heard Dan’s voice in answer from his bedroom. “Yes fine………….Yes……………Yes………..I suppose so……….Where are you………………How long………………………..Good, see you later.”………………….. I heard the bedroom door open and Dan’s voice calling from the landing “That was Liz. She’s still at the shopping centre but will be back in just over an hour.” I heard the bathroom door open. “Not showered yet, so still time for me to scrub your back?”



I turned the water on and stepped under. I felt his hands on my back and then they reached for the soap. He thoroughly soaped my back and then my buttocks. I felt a finger sliding along my bum crack and down between my legs. It continued its progress until it was slid up into my love hole. I felt behind me and discovered his thick cock which was hard again. I felt the heat of his breath as he nibbled on my ear. “Ready to take some more,” he whispered.



“Please,” was my one word reply.



He pushed me forward until my hands were resting on the wall in front of me. I parted my legs and he eased himself into my love hole. I suddenly thought Dan’s doing me again I couldn’t believe it. He really was something else and carried on until I had another lovely orgasm.



“There’s more cream, if you want,” he suggested, and I did want. I turned round, sank to my knees, and sucked on his cock until he filled my mouth again. It felt good as his juice disappeared down my throat.



We quickly got dried, dressed and made our way downstairs …………………………………



“Hi! I’m back,” came Liz’s voice from the hallway.



“Hi baby,” was Dan’s reply. “Had a successful day?”



“Yes,” she answered as she came into the living room where Dan and I were sitting. “I got that coat I was after.”



“Great.”



She looked at me and mouthed “and new bra and pants,” and gave a little wink. “What have you two been up to?”



I felt a cold shiver pass through me before Dan answered “I’ve been reading the paper and Sam’s been doing some work for uni’ on her laptop.”



“Both keeping busy then? What have you got planned for tonight Sam, are you going out?” Liz questioned.



“I haven’t got anything arranged,” I replied.



“I thought we might have a nice meal together, a few drinks and wine, if that’s O.K.”



“You don’t have to go to any bother for me.”



“It’s no bother, honest.”



“Alright then sounds good.”



I continued with my work and at about four thirty I offered to make everyone a drink. Whilst I was in the kitchen Dan came in and ran his hand over my bum. “Not wearing panties under your leggings that’s very naughty,” he said. I told him to stop it as we had to be careful ……………………………



We all got ready for the evening and we started with a drink and a chat in the lounge. During the meal I was sitting opposite Dan and he started playing footsie with me under the table. I was starting to feel a little nervous in case Liz saw anything she shouldn’t. At one point Dan had his foot between my legs working under the hem of my short skirt. He then stopped and the meal passed without any further incident. “Come on lets go into the lounge for coffee, we’ll be more comfortable there,” Liz suggested.



Dan and I went into the lounge with him squeezing my bum on the way. I sat down on the sofa and Dan in the easy chair opposite. Liz came in with coffee and poured everyone a cup. She sat down next to me. “Do you want milk or cream with yours Sam?” Liz asked.



“Cream please,” I replied.



“Cream,” Liz continued. “I’m surprised it’s cream after the amount of Dan’s you’ve had today.”



I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My godmother Liz knew I’d been doing naughties with her partner. I didn’t know where to put myself or what to say. I was hoping that Dan would say something. He didn’t. “I hope he supplied you with plenty, he usually does,” she continued. “Did you enjoy tasting him?”



“Uh huh,” I mumbled, nodding in embarrassment.



“Yes he does taste good. Did you let him fuck you?”



“Uh huh,” I again responded nervously.



“That’s a good girl! I was hoping you would.”



“Y-Y-You knew?” I stammered.



“Of course. Don’t worry, just relax. Dan and I set it all up between us.”



“I can’t believe it…………………I thought I was going to be in big trouble.”

Chapter One – Amanda receives a birthday present



Amanda had just turned 19 years old when she was called down to the Headmaster’s office at the prestigious Prestwick Academy. Prestwick was an all-girl’s school with an excellent academic reputation. What could the headmaster possibly want with her today Amanda wondered as she made her way to the office?



Amanda was a pretty girl with a very shapely figure. She had blond hair that she wore in pigtails and blue eyes. The school uniform covered up most of her 34-20-34 body but she still looked incredibly sexy. Amanda’s tits were 34 B cup with eraser sized nipples and she had a gorgeous ass. Her ass reached out and beckoned to others to touch her which her roommate often did. Amanda was still a virgin and had only had sex with her roommate Christy. Christy was a carbon copy of Amanda with the exception of having brown hair and brown eyes. The two of them could easily pass for sisters. Christy was also 19 years old.



Six months ago she and Christy had begun to experiment and touch each other, eventually graduating to oral sex. They often licked each other’s pussy in a 69 position until they drenched each other’s faces with cum. Recently Christy had targeted Amanda’s ass. It started when she had Amanda kneel on all fours with her perfect ass perched in the air. Christy would eat Amanda’s pussy as she caressed her beautiful ass cheeks. One day Christy started by planting kisses on Amanda’s ass. The feeling was incredible as Christy kissed and licked her round globes. Amanda was shivering and had goose bumps on her buttocks as Christy made love to her bottom. Christy then caught her totally by surprise when she probed Amanda’s asshole with her tongue.



Amanda had stiffened up in shock but remained silent as Christy returned to kissing her buttocks. Christy would kiss her bum and then probed her asshole with her tongue. Amanda was overcome with the sensation of having her asshole tongued. Christy continued licking Amanda’s asshole and even stuck her tongue deeper into her rectum. As Christy probed Amanda’s asshole with her tongue she began to finger Amanda’s pussy at the same time. All this was too much for Amanda and she experienced the most intense orgasm of her young life. Amanda’s hips involuntarily bucked and her body shook with tremors and she came and came. Amanda collapsed on the bed and Christy pursued her as she sucked up all of Amanda’s juice from her cunt. The two beauties embraced after that and held each other until they fell asleep.



Amanda knocked on the Headmaster’s door and she was told to enter. As she entered she hoped that she and Christy had not been discovered as lovers.



“Good day Amanda,” said the Headmaster, “I have a package for you it must be for your birthday.”



Amanda almost sighed with a sense of relief and took the package thanking the Headmaster. “Do you know who sent it,” she asked?



“No Amanda I have no idea it was just left at the gate addressed to you, maybe there is a card inside,” the Headmaster replied.



Chapter Two – Amanda learns the dark secret of her mirror



Amanda took the package and returned to her room where she excitedly opened it. It was a beautiful mirror with intricate carvings all around the frame. Amanda searched the box and the wrappings thoroughly but could not find a greeting or delivery card. She wondered who could have sent such a beautiful gift. She had already received birthday gifts from her parents, relatives and friends so she was at a loss as to who gave her the mirror. She placed on her dresser and it looked stunning.



As she looked at the mirror she became intrigued with the carvings around the frame. As she looked closely she noticed the carvings were figurines of both boys and girls that looked liked little cherubs. There was also an inscription on the frame that was difficult to read. Amanda got her magnifying glass out so that she could read the inscription. It was in a foreign language but as she tried to pronounce the words they came out as if she knew the language. All of a sudden the mirror came to life. The figurine cherubs started moving around and into very graphic sexual positions. She could not believe what she was seeing.



The cherubs engaged in all sorts of sexual acts. There were boys fucking girls, girls sucking boys, boys fucking other boys and girls eating other girls. No sex act was left out oral sex, anal sex and vaginal sex were all taking place in front of her. Girls were taking three cocks at the same time and boys were taking two cocks at the same time. Amanda was getting turned on with all this sexual activity before her and she sneaked her hand under her skirt and into her panties to rub her pussy.



As she rubbed her pussy and diddled her clit she approached an orgasm. Amanda was panting and her hand was racing over her pussy as she brought herself off. Amanda shuddered with her orgasm and then something strange happened. Amanda found herself being drawn into the mirror. It seemed that her orgasm triggered her entry into the mirror as if it had opened a gateway into another world. Amanda struggled trying not to be pulled into this new world but it was hopeless. She was scared and all sorts of thoughts crossed her mind.



“Where is it taking me? Will I be harmed? How will I get back? What will my parents do?” were among the many fears that crossed her mind.



The sensations of being dragged subsided and Amanda felt relieved. She looked around and did not recognize the surroundings but she seemed to be on some sort of an estate. She walked around trying to find her way when she heard a voice.



“There you are I wondered where you had got off to. You must be careful it is very easy to get lost on the property when you are not familiar with it.” A very beautiful young woman said to her.



“Where am I,” asked Amanda.



“My dear have you forgotten already, you are at the Prestwick estate and you are going to help me celebrate my 21st birthday.” The lovely girl said. “Now come along our guests are waiting,” she urged and took Amanda by the hand.



“What is your name,” Amanda inquired.



“I am called Helen,” she smiled as she answered.



Helen led Amanda by the hand into the mansion. Amanda was in awe of the opulence surrounding her. Helen led her into a massive room where six men were present all dressed in tuxedos. They were sipping champagne and looked toward Helen and Amanda and raised their glasses in a toast.



“Happy Birthday Helen,” they chimed in together.



“Thank you gentlemen and allow me to introduce you to my good friend Amanda. She is here today to help us celebrate my birthday.” Helen replied.



Amanda was handed a glass of champagne along with Helen. It was Amanda’s first taste of champagne and she loved it. Amanda joined Helen on the couch at Helen’s urging and they drank until they both were a little tipsy. One of the men brought out an opium pipe and set it on the table in front of Amanda and Helen. Amanda had never tried any drug or narcotic but she didn’t want to be a party-pooper and took a small drag on the pipe. At first nothing happened but then the room began to spin. Helen leaned over Amanda, tilted her head back and kissed her full on the lips. Helen blew smoke into Amanda’s mouth and kept her mouth over Amanda’s mouth until she inhaled the smoke.



The shot of smoke was like a knockout punch. Amanda felt herself spinning out of control. Helen held her lips to Amanda’s and shoved her tongue into her mouth. Amanda had only kissed Christy up to now but she found herself responding to Helen’s insistent and searching tongue. Everything was moving quickly. Amanda felt her blouse being pulled up out of her plaid uniform skirt. Her bra was unhooked and a hand found its way to her breast. Her blouse was next unbuttoned and pulled opened.



Helen was no longer kissing her lips. She was sucking Amanda’s nipple rolling her hard little nub around in her mouth. Someone else reached under her skirt and slid off her cotton panties. Amanda lay back with her blouse open, her skirt bunched around her waist and still wearing her knee high socks. Helen moved so that she could remove her own blouse and bra. She guided Amanda’s mouth to her nipple. Amanda found herself sucking it between her lips just as she had so often done with Christy.



A cock slid between Helen’s lips while Amanda sucked her nipple. At the same time a finger pushed into Amanda’s pussy bumping up against her hymen. This was the first real cock that Amanda had ever seen. She knew this was all wrong but she couldn’t stop herself. It was as if someone had taken over control of her body.



Holding onto the cock that she was sucking, Helen slid down and kissed Amanda on the lips and then guided the swollen head in between their open mouths. For the first time in her life Amanda was touching a real cock and with her mouth not her hands. They continued to kiss while licking and sucking on the smooth skin of the knob pressed against their lips. Helen fed the hard meat into Amanda’s mouth and watched as the swollen shaft slowly disappeared through her open lips.



Amanda felt the hard flesh press against her tongue and push against the back of her mouth as a cock penetrated one of her holes for the first time. She wasn’t sure which man’s cock she was sucking. Helen moved down her body until she was between Amanda’s legs. She felt shivers run up her body when Helen’s eager tongue flicked across the wet folds of her pussy and over her hard clit. Amanda loved the familiar touch of a loving woman.



The cock in her mouth slid in and out faster and faster. She felt a pair of hands grab her head and move it back and forth on the penis that was fucking her face. Helen pushed two fingers up Amanda’s cunt as she continued to lick her pussy. Helen discovered that Amanda was still a virgin. Helen started to play with Amanda’s ass and tickled her anus with her finger and then rimmed her asshole with her tongue. Amanda was confused by everything that was happening to her but her body had taken over and was responding of its own accord.



The cock that was fucking her mouth pulled out, her head was turned in the other direction and a new cock slid between her lips. Amanda watched one of the men get behind Helen and plow his large cock into her pussy. Helen rubbed a finger across lubricating Amanda’s rosebud with her own juices and continued pressing until it slipped inside her tight passage. Amanda tensed at the sudden but not unpleasant intrusion into forbidden territory even Christy had not fingered Amanda’s asshole.



Amanda’s entire body tingled with desire. The feel of hard flesh sliding across her tongue only added to the exotic sensation surging through her loins. She could not hold back the rush of pleasure that exploded from her pussy as her body tensed and then released coating Helen’s face with her juices. Amanda tried to scream but it was muffled against the cock in her mouth.



Helen licked up the juices from her gushing cunt and rolled Amanda’s engorged clit in her teeth. Her finger continued to dig around inside Amanda’s ass. A secondary explosion gripped Amanda expelling even more pussy juice into Helen’s mouth. The man removed his cock from her mouth allowing Amanda to breathe as she gasped for air. Amanda started to recover slowly but she was still in a daze from the mixture of champagne, opium and sexual intoxication. As she lie in a stupor the rest of her clothes were removed and her knee highs were peeled down and off of her legs.



Totally naked now, Amanda felt her body being turned until she was on her knees facing the back of the couch. Someone stepped up behind her and slipped a cock into her dripping pussy, driving it deep into her belly taking her virginity. She felt the momentary sharp pain as her hymen was broken and then the pleasure that she would forever remember. She had no idea who was fucking her and it didn’t matter. She was overcome with uncontrollable lust. The man that had been fucking Helen stepped in front of her and dangled his huge cock in her face. She looked up at him briefly with glazed eyes before wrapping her lips around his thickness. A strong taste of Helen’s freshly fucked pussy filled Amanda’s mouth. Oh if only Christy could see her now!



The cock fucking Amanda pounded up into her body again and again. The hard meat in her mouth added to the pleasure. It was the first time Amanda had one much less two cocks inside her at the same time. The debauchery made her feel sensual and excited and she could feel that another explosion was slowly building in her loins.



Across the room a naked Helen was on a table with her legs pulled up and her head bent back over the side. A cock pounded into her cunt on one side of the table. On the other side of the table Helen held a cock in each hand taking turns sucking them into her mouth as the two men alternated fucking her mouth, squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples.



The men fucking Amanda switched places and she quickly sucked the hard meat dripping with her juices into her mouth. Amanda loved the taste of her own pussy. The other cock pounded her pussy rocking her body with yet another orgasm.



Amanda looked up and saw the man fucking Helen in her pussy pull out and then he pushed his cock against her asshole. It slowly stretched her ass open until the head popped inside. Amanda watched in amazement as he fucked her, the man’s big dick slowly disappeared into Helen’s dark passage. He fucked her slowly at first and then began to pound her asshole. His cock would come almost all the way out and then totally disappear in Helen’s ass. While Helen was getting ass fucked one of the men came in Helen’s mouth and his cum began to pour out from the corners of her cock filled mouth and run down her face. The third man pointed his cock at Helen’s chest and sprayed his hot seed all over her tits.



Amanda felt the cock slam hard into her pussy driving into her cunt deeper than it had ever been. The man held her by her pigtails and for the first time in her life she felt a jet of hot cum sprayed into her belly. He kept fucking her pulling out and slamming into her again and again filling her pussy with another flood of his creamy seed. Amanda’s pussy quivered and gushed with another orgasm soaking the cock in her womb. She could feel his cum and her pussy juice leaking from her cunt and running down her thighs.



Amanda felt the cock in her mouth swell and her head was forced down pushing the cock head to the back of her throat. She felt the man stiffen and shoot his load into her mouth the thick stream of cum almost made her gag. He pulled his cock from her mouth so that he could shoot the remainder of his load on her face. The second jet of cum sprayed up the side of her face and into her hair. The cock kept spewing cum all over her face and across her nose and forehead. Amanda tried not to swallow any cum but some of it did make its way down her throat and into her belly. The rest she let ooze from her mouth down her chin and drip on her tits.



The men left her and Amanda sat back on the couch feeling wickedly satisfied. The effect of the opium was still affecting her. It started to set in on what she had done. She was embarrassed but she also felt very good as her pussy still tingled from the royal fucking. She had lost her virginity and sucked her first cock and she felt good. Even the taste of cum wasn’t that bad and she pledged to swallow more the next time. Her pussy had been stretched to new dimensions and she could still feel the intense tingling between her legs. She was hooked on fucking and wanted more.



Between the opium she had smoked and the intoxication of the sex Amanda had become a fuck toy. Over the next hour Amanda and Helen were fucked repeatedly by the six cocks one after another until cum was oozing from and covering their bodies. They would lick each other clean and kiss like two lovers waiting for the men to rejuvenate. The rest of the night was a blur of cocks, pussy and cum filling her body and splattering across her face and tits. Drained of all energy Amanda felt the walls closing in and drifted off into darkness.



Chapter Three – Amanda tells Christy about the mirror



When Amanda woke up she was in her room at the Academy. She looked around at the familiar surroundings and spotted the mirror on her dresser where she had placed it. She was confused she was still in her school uniform. Did this really happen or was it an erotic dream? Her body was sore and achy leading her to believe that maybe it did happen. She was about to lower her panties and check her pussy when the door opened and Christy came in.



“Where have you been? I have been looking all over for you,” Christy blurted out.



“I am not sure, something strange and amazing happened,” Amanda said. “Wait until you hear what I have to tell you,” she continued.



Christy sat next to Amanda and listened to the story as Amanda covered every detail. Christy sat there with her mouth open in awe and somewhat disbelief. The story had turned her on though and her pussy was sopping wet.



“You either had one hell of a dream or a great imagination, either way you got me hot and my pussy is dripping,” Christy panted.



“No really it’s true, it really happened,” I swear it.



Christy walked over and picked up the mirror and studied the carvings. “So when you say some special words these figures come to life and start fucking each other, this I have to see,” Christy mocked.



Amanda excited replied, “That’s right and then I got turned on and rubbed my pussy and as I got off the mirror swept me away.”



“Let’s do it then,” Christy said in a disbelieving tone.



Amanda picked up the mirror and repeated the words she had earlier. The words flowed from her lips as if it was her native tongue. Sure enough the figurines came to life and began their orgy. Christy could not believe her eyes as every imaginable sexual act was performed before her. Christy could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter. Then Amanda reached under Christy’s skirt, put her hand down into Christy’s panties and began to finger her pussy. Christy reciprocated and did the same to Amanda. The two girls stood next to each other watching the orgy and fingering each other’s pussy. As they both reached an orgasm they felt themselves pulled into the mirror’s gateway.



Amanda and Christy arrived in the same place that Amanda did earlier. Amanda took Christy’s hand and led her toward the mansion.



“Where are we and where are we going,” Christy asked uncertainly.



“We are at the Prestwick Estate and we are going up to the house and I will introduce you to Helen,” Amanda told her.



When they reached the front door Helen was there to greet them.



“Right on time Amanda and I see that you brought your friend Christy as well,” Helen addressed them. “I am so glad that you are here I have many guests today and I will need help serving them,” she continued.



Christy was dumbfounded that Helen knew her by name. The girls followed Helen into the house and Helen showed them to a room for them to change clothes. Helen had laid out similar clothes for them but they were much skimpier and more risqué then their school uniforms.



“My guests love school girls in their uniforms but I have made a few changes for you. Please remove everything except your shoes and knee highs and put on these clothes but no bra and no panties,” Helen instructed.



Amanda and Christy stripped as they were told and put on the new school uniforms. The blouse was made of a coarse-like material that rubbed against the girls nipples. Any movement caused the material to brush and tickle their nipples into an erect state. The plaid uniform skirt was cut so short that it just covered their pubes and the cheeks of their shapely behinds. The girls were excited before they even left the room.

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