H Tales Of A Reincarnated Elf

by Stayrr

I was a good looking prince when I was reborn, and because I could do indecent things as much as I like, I decided to make a harem while traveling with a beautiful female elf Formerly an otaku, the hero who was just reincarnated became a handsome elf prince of another world. In his previous life he was just a plain-faced man, so in this world he uses his high position as a prin

130. Different Sex Story (459-464)

Different Sex Story Chapter 464 - Glory Hole

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459 Panties, Pantyhose and Mom p2

Rabbitman55

Mom- Mommy- and I had had a wild time that afternoon after our trip to the supermarket. She really got off on teasing all those men and women, walking the aisles in her tight red blouse, short and snug black skirt and black pantyhose, and spiked heeled pumps. It did wonders for me as well, seeing her dressed like that, taking provocative poses to check out the merchandise. Everyone was checking out her merchandise.

Just a refresher on mom (Janice). It's been just the two of us since my dad walked out when I was 6 because he was a selfish prick. We haven't heard from him since and good riddance. Mom's a tax attorney, so we live comfortably in a condo, but not extravagantly. She's 5'5", 38C-30-38. Great curves in all the right places with a little bit of a tummy. Hey, she's 40 with a kid and she works damned hard. Her hair is brunette, cut cute and short, warm green eyes and a beautiful face. She's gorgeous. It's not just me who thinks that way. I see men checking her out wherever we go, and most of my friends have said, crudely, that they'd love to "do her" or other such classless remarks.

I'm Gary, I'm 18, a senior in high school. I'll be going to the local 4 year college in the fall to save money on a combined bachelors-masters program in chemical engineering. I'm 5'11", in good shape from swimming and soccer, thick brown hair, NOT shaved, no tats. I have a girthy 7 inch cock and a hell of a fetish for women's panties and pantyhose. I love to jerk off with panties, which means moms, or, when I'm out with a girl and we have sex, I try to get her to incorporate her panties or, if she's wearing them, her pantyhose into our sexual play. It works with varying degrees of success. Some girls find it to be fun, especially my aroused reaction, while others have treated me like Chester the Molester. It was my date with Linda the other night, who reacted like I was some sort of pervert when I asked about indulging in my fetish, that set up the beginning of my encounters with mom, or mommy as she likes to be called when we have fun.

As great as the sex was with mom (it really was amazing), I was disappointed because I really liked Linda, she seemed to be very into me as well, but it kind of blew up in my face when I asked if I could rub my cock on her pantyhose. She asked if I was a pervert, and we got into a fight, and that was that. But from that came the hottest sex I'd ever had, and it was with my mother. A few times over the next couple of days.

Linda emailed me the next afternoon. She felt bad about her reaction and wanted to talk to me. I told her we could talk at 2 the next afternoon, Sunday. That's where my story continues. I hope you're all caught up. Details of mom and me together are in my previous posts.

I called Linda that afternoon. I waited until almost 2:30. I figured I'd let her sit and stew for a bit. It was good for her.

Just a few words about Linda. She's 5'7", redhead with green eyes, very pale skin, really almost ivory. She's got great curves, 36C and a nice big ass with a little tummy. Her legs are fantastic, long and toned. And she's funny as hell, which I love in a woman. A sharp mind and a quick sense of humor. Yum.

"Hey Linda. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, Gary. Are you ok? I kind of left you in a bad way the other night. I feel bad about that."

"I'm ok, Lin. Nothing a little self abuse couldn't fix."

She giggled at that. She wasn't a prude at all, which was why I was so confused at her reaction Friday night. "Gary, I'm really sorry about how things ended the other night. I mean, no one ever asked me anything like that before, but I like to think I'm open minded when it comes to sex. I guess you just caught me off guard. I would think it's not easy putting out your desires like that."

"No, it's not. You're not the first to react less than favorably. I really do appreciate you apologizing. It can't be easy. So are we good?"

I could hear her smiling over the phone. "We're good. Do you have plans tonight? No school tomorrow. Let me make it up to you. Dinner? I'm buying."

Wow. I didn't expect that. "You're paying? How do I say no to that?"

"Don't. I'll even make it up to you in other ways. Maybe we can even indulge in one of my fantasies? Something I've never told anyone before, not even Carol." Carol was her best friend since they were in 4th grade."

"Sure. We can help each other. I'm hard just thinking about it."

"MMMM I wish we were on Facetime. We could play for each other." This was the Linda I had been expecting. Very playful. "My mom's home now, so probably not the best time. We can come here after dinner though. She has a company dinner celebrating the end of tax season. She won't be home until well after midnight. If we make it an early dinner, we can have plenty of time alone."

"Sounds like a plan. Pick me up at 6? I'll choose the place. And dress nice."

"You didn't have to tell me that, Lin. Warning: I'm not eating lunch. Bring plenty of money" I teased her.

"I'll feed you, but we're going to work it off afterwards. Count on it."

I was feeling really good about things when we got off the phone. I figured I should let mom know about the change in my status with Linda.

Mom was watching a movie in the living room, a cheesy Lifetime woman-in-distress flick. She was a sharp, smart woman, but she was a woman at heart. I loved that about her, actually.

"Mom, Linda and I are going to dinner tonight. I just wanted to let you know."

She turned to look at me. "So I guess she apologized for the other night?"

"She did. She's even taking me out. Her treat."

"Order the lobster" mom joked.

"I don't even know where we're going!"

"Ok, just order the most expensive item on the menu. And dessert. That's what women do to men when he has to apologize to her."

"Thanks for the advice, mom" I said wryly. I turned to go to my room.

"Gary, wait a sec."

"Yes, mom?"

She looked at me with her bedroom eyes. "Got a little time and energy for mommy?"

"Mom, Lin and I are not just going to dinner, if you know what I mean."

"Still talking around things? After the last couple of days you can't tell me you're getting laid tonight? You can take care of me with your mouth. I'll reluctantly leave your penis alone. Come on, it'll get your motor running for tonight."

I figured I had time, and besides, mom had taken care of me when I was in need. Ok, actually we took care of each other. I didn't feel obliged. I wanted to do this. I stepped around the front of the couch, where mom was stretched out. I got down to my knees and I kissed her. Softly. Her lips were so tasty and pliant. My hands roamed over her breasts from outside her robe and she moaned into my mouth. Breaking our kiss, mom whispered "Touch my pussy baby. Mommy's so wet."

I opened her robe and saw her pink and white striped panties, satiny and small. I could feel her dampness from the outside, nice and wet. I could only imagine how soaked she was on the inside. Actually, I didn't have to imagine. I put my hand inside, and mom was swampy indeed. My index finger teased her clit as I sucked on her soft, warm tits.

"Yes, baby, suck mommy's tits. My sexy son."

I kept sucking like I was feeding. My fingers penetrated her pussy, two fingers easily filling her slick snatch. I twisted them around and mom was crying from a series of climaxes. "Mommy, I love your pussy. It's so warm."

"Baby, are you sure you can't fuck me now? I'm sure you'll be fine for your date later. Mommy knows how to fuck you best of all."

I was sorely tempted. "I'm sorry, mommy. I better not. Tomorrow? I'll be your fuck toy all day if you want."

She grunted her disappointment, but she said "I understand, baby. Just please use your tongue on my clit. I'm desperate to cum!"

I grabbed her thighs and hips and pulled her so her legs were high in the air and her ass was hanging off the edge of the couch. I pulled her panties to the side and thrust my fingers back inside her while I used the tip of my tongue to flick mom's throbbing clit. I moved my tongue as fast as I could, so my tongue was like a boxer working the speed bag. Mom cried out as her hips rose and fell on the couch and a stream of warm fluid came out of her pussy onto my chin and fingers. I moved my mouth to swallow as much as I could of her sweet, warm juice.

Mom eased me off from her pussy, took my face in her hands, and gave me a very loving and sexy kiss. Then she blew my mind a bit by saying "Thank you, baby. I love the taste of pussy, even my own." Wow, that told me something big about my mother I never would have suspected.

"Mom, you like girls? Since when?"

"Since a long time, honey. Since I can remember, back in high school. I experimented with a close friend of mine before either of us lost our virginity. Then some more in college and law school. Every once in a while, ever since your dad left, I've had some dalliances with women I know, married women who aren't going to fall in love and get attached. It's just sex and some affection. But I've missed a nice cock, which you're now supplying. Don't worry, I want you to keep seeing women yourself, having your fun and relationships. I hope you can keep giving me what I need, but if you come to a point when you feel you love someone and need to be faithful, I'll understand and even encourage you. And maybe now that you're 18, I should get myself back out there and start seeing men again."

"Mom, I don't know what to say, except you're the best. In every way."

"And you're very sweet and special, honey. Now, we both have to start getting ready for our evenings. Come see me before you leave." I got one more kiss, then we both went to our bathrooms to shower and get ready.

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At 5:30 I was ready. I had on a pair of grey wool slacks, navy blue jacket, a white with blue pinstripe shirt and a funky red pattern tie. I looked pretty good, if I do say so.

On the way out, I knocked on mom's bedroom door. Despite the changes in our relationship, I never would just enter her bedroom if the door was closed without her permission. "Come in, honey" mom called out.

I went in and was greeted with a very sexy sight. Mom wasn't dressed yet. She was sitting at her vanity doing her makeup. She was wearing, so far, a black lace bra and panty set, and I saw her pantyhose on the bed as well as a classic little black dress. I'd seen it on her a number of times, even had some dirty thoughts about her while she wore it, but this time I wished she wore it while we fucked. Maybe I could get her to dress up again tomorrow.

"Well, you look very handsome, Gary. I'm almost jealous. You make me want to push you down onto the bed and tear your clothes off."

"Maybe I'll let you some day" I grinned at her.

Mom was looking at me with a big smile from her reflection of her makeup mirror. "Maybe I won't ask." She was so damn sexy.

"You look pretty great yourself, just as you are, mom. Lucky for you I have a hot date."

"Are you bringing her back here after dinner?"

"Yeah, her parents are home. Not everyone's parents are as cool as you are. Especially women's parents."

"I understand these things, honey. Just be careful. I know condoms aren't a lot of fun, but if you don't use one, you'd better be sure it's safe. I'm not ready to be a grandmother."

"We'll be responsible, I promise. I love you mom. Have fun at your party."

"A tax lawyers party? Fun isn't the first thing that comes to mind. But thank you. I love you too."

I kissed her on her cheek and headed out to pick up Linda, who lived about 10 minutes away.

I rang her doorbell and her father answered. Bill was a nice guy, not one of those fathers who can be menacing to their daughters dates. You know, the types that think telling a guy they have a gun and a shovel is either funny or reality. Bill and his wife Monica were modern people who understood their daughter was 18 and adult enough to make her own choices about men and relationships. They were also a very good looking couple. Monica, like Linda, was a redhead, a little chubby but still attractive, and Bill was at least 6'2" and fairly solid with thinning light hair. They made for a beautiful family.

"Come on in, Gary. Linda will be a few minutes yet. You know, women" he said conspiratorially.

"Thanks Mr. Gianelli."

"Bill, call me Bill, Gary." As I said, nice guy. I sat and talked about sports and such while I waited for Linda. I asked where Monica was, and he told me she was out picking up dinner. The time passed easily.

Then Linda came into the room, and she was worth waiting for. She wore a simple dark green dress that came just above her knees, bare arms, and matching hose on her lovely legs. She wore red strappy high heel sandals and very light makeup. She didn't need it, really; she was beautiful, with that alabaster skin and high color in her cheeks. "Linda, you look amazing." I kissed her cheek. A very light but intoxicating perfume hit my senses. This woman really was all class.

"Thank you, Gary. You look very handsome yourself."

Bill walked us to the door. "If you're going to be home after midnight, please call us, sweetheart. Not that we worry. But still..."

"I will dad." She kissed his cheek and I helped her on with a light jacket. When we got to my car, I held the door for her. Mom raised me right. Linda loved being treated like that.

She picked a nice Japanese restaurant. "I should have asked, Gary, but do you like sushi? We can go somewhere else if not."

"Sushi's fine for me, Linda. And you really do look great tonight. Good enough to nibble on."

She laughed, a light, easy laugh that went all through me. "You'd better do more than nibble later! Don't fill up on dinner!"

We had a really nice time. The restaurant wouldn't serve us saki, but we were fine with iced tea. We talked casually about everything and nothing. This was the fifth time we'd been out together, and there was nothing uncomfortable in our banter.

After dinner was cleared, Linda took my hand and said "I'm really sorry about the other night. I still don't really know why I reacted that way. Many of us have our fantasies and fetishes. I feel bad about how I treated you."

"We're past that, Lin. I told you, we're good. I promise."

She looked at me with her loveliest smile. I had to keep a little control to avoid having a very obvious erection pop up in my pants. "Do you mind if I ask you something?"

"Well, you can ask. I'll try to answer if I can."

"Do you know where your fetish comes from?"

"Lin, I don't know if we're at the point where I can answer that for you. It's a very personal issue, you know."

"If I tell you about my own fantasy first, would you tell me then?"

"Don't tell me that unless you really want to. But if you do, then I guess I'll share as well. But maybe we should go to my place first. This isn't really where I want to talk about this."

We called for the check, and I grabbed it, despite a vigorous argument from Linda, insisting she invited me. Next time, I told her. "Take me for a hamburger."

Linda was a little frustrated, but I could see a small smile on her face. We were quiet in the car, both of us wondering what the other had to say, and both of us very hot for each other.

We got comfortable on the couch, I took off my jacket and sat nice and close to Linda, with my arm around her shoulders and her head on mine.

After we sat like that for a little while, I asked her "So do you still want to tell me what your fantasy is? You don't have to, you know."

"I want to. It's not my only fantasy, but it's the kinkiest." We both shifted so we were facing each other. "Ok, here goes. A couple of years ago, one night I had to get up and pee. It was like 1 in the morning, and it was unusual for me to get up to pee. I usually slept through the night. I went across the hall, relieved myself, but as I was going back to bed, I heard noises from my parents room, almost as if my mom was in pain. I went to their room, they'd left the door open a little so I could see inside. Dad was behind mom, and they were going at it, hard. He was fucking her and grabbing her hair and mom was really making some loud noises. I knew about sex by then; my parents were honest with me, and girls talk like I guess guys do. But I didn't know about that position at that time. Also, dad was so rough with her! Spanking her, pulling her hair, and she was loving it. They were talking so dirty to each other. I swear, I thought my pussy was going to soak through my panties and wet the carpet! I'd been masturbating for a few years, but I'd never been so turned on in my life. I watched until they finished, and ran back to my room, and I shoved my fingers in my panties and frigged myself to an explosive orgasm. I had to bury my face in my pillow to stifle my sounds. I never came like that before, and rarely since. Since then I dream of being taken rough, especially by my father." Linda looked down at her hands. "I guess someone who thinks like that has no business calling someone else a pervert."

It was pretty wild hearing that from Linda. My cock was achingly hard in my pants. The thought of her having such a wicked fantasy of her father fucking her hard was making me throb. "Linda, you're hardly unusual. A lot of girls go through a daddy stage, and a lot of guys go through a mommy stage. It's kind of how I have a panty and pantyhose fetish."

Linda shifted around on the couch in a way that told me her pussy already needed attention. But I had my own story to tell. But how much of it should I tell her?

"You know my mom raised me by herself for most of my life. She's great, did a great job. Tax season was hard when I was young, and she had to spend a fortune on babysitters who could stay until late at night. She sometimes had to leave work earlier than others at her firm because the sitters could stay into the night. I know it kept her from making partner for a few years. She only got there two years ago, at least four years later than she should have. We're not rich, but I never wanted for anything I needed.

"Anyway, being so busy meant she was rushed in the mornings. So from my earliest memories, probably 4 or 5, she had to get me ready for the day, for school or whatever, while getting ready for work. And she'd be in her underwear, sometimes pantyhose, while dressing me. No big deal as a small kid. But after 10, a boy starts to really notice, mom or no mom. And you've met her, she's a beautiful woman. And the sight of her in her panties and hose got me aroused. Shit, not aroused. Hot. If she left the house first, after I was a certain age, I'd masturbate before school, if I could." When I mentioned that I masturbated, Linda let out a very small but audible gasp. Her color in her cheeks was getting redder.

"Then I got curious about her panties especially. I'd be alone in the afternoon, and I started experimenting with them, not wearing them, but using them on myself while jerking off."

"Keep going" Linda whispered with lust. She was really enjoying this. She touched her tits, maybe unconsciously.

"So that was hot, but I didn't know much about women yet and I wanted to know at least something about pussy. At least I could find out what they smelled like. I started using her worn panties, smelling them as well as jerking off."

"So naughty, Gary. A panty sniffer." She wasn't disgusted. She was fucking burning hot.

"Yeah. I was. I am. I love the smell of a woman's pussy."

"Did you jerk off with a pair of her panties the other night, when I left you high and dry?"

"No, I jerked off just with my hand." I was really into this, as much as Linda was. "But later, mom helped me get off again. Twice." Wait, what did I say?

I could see it on Linda's face, a look of absolute shock. But she was still breathing raggedly and touching her thighs. "Really? You and your mom? Did she suck your cock? Did you fuck her? Tell me" Linda cried urgently as her hand went under her dress

Fuck it, I thought. She's not objecting. "Both. I told her about our date, we talked a while, and we both got so turned on. She blew me, then I ate her with her panties on, and then we fucked. It was incredible."

"OHHHH!" Linda gasped as her back arched, as she came. I could smell her pussy gushing. "Fuck, Gary, the thought of that is driving me wild! Fuck me now, no foreplay, just pull my panties aside and fuck me!"

I didn't need to be asked twice. I was on her like white on rice. I jammed my tongue in her mouth, we tugged my pants down just past my ass, her dress came up just high enough for her to spread her legs, and I got her panties to the side as my cock buried itself inside her. Right there on my mother's couch. We were humping like animals, our hips grinding. Linda cried out and grabbed my ass tight in her hands as she came, slapping my ass with her right hand, moaning "Harder, Gary, fuck me harder!" I was pumping my hips as hard as I could as my balls tightened and I filled her greedy snatch with a long, sticky load of creamy cum. Linda gasped again as her pussy squeezed me and came one more time. Fucking amazing.

We were lying there, my cock still inside her pussy, both of us almost hyperventilating. We laid there for a while, I don't know how long. Eventually my dick softened enough that it popped out of her pussy, leaving a long, sticky trail connecting us. "That was the hottest fuck I've ever had" Linda whispered.

"I know how you feel, Lin." I was careful with my words; I didn't lie to her, but mom was still the hottest for me. But this was a really close second. I lifted myself off her and sat back on the seat. I pulled her up and we shared some sweet kisses. She was so beautiful, her red hair and her pale skin, flushed with excitement. Linda whispered in my ear "Take me to your room. I want more of you. If you've got it in you."

No doubt about it. I had plenty for her. I took Linda's hand and led her to my room, both of us disheveled. She was so sexy, looking like that. We helped each other out of our outer clothes and I had a very hot woman in front of me. She wasn't wearing pantyhose, but rather thigh high stockings. I had to know that, with the way we were able to fuck back in the living room, but I didn't think about it. She also was wearing a pair of red, very lacy, tanga panties that barely hid her wispy red bush, with a matching bra that barely contained her perfect tits that were uplifting and lust inspiring. "Just looking at you is getting me hard again, Lin."

"Good. I'd be disappointed if you weren't. You're making me hot as well. Take of your briefs, Gary. I want to see that fantastic cock of yours. And then I want to taste it."

I dropped my drawers faster than greased lightening, as the saying goes. "It looks even better in the flesh" Linda moaned. She was teasing her nipples through her bra, and I could see them standing out hard and proud through the lace. But I wanted a better view. "Take off your bra, Lin. I want to see your fabulous tits. Then I want to watch you play with them for me."

"Only if you play with your cock for me. Fair is fair."

Her bra hit the floor and we gave each other a very hot show. Linda was tweaking and rolling her nipples while my hand slid up and down the full length of my shaft, stopping every so often to squeeze a drop of precum from the head, which I rubbed into my dick for lubrication.

"God, that looks tasty, Gary. Get a little more out."

I brought another bead of pearly white fluid to the tip of my cock and Linda let out a moan. She laid on my bed, those long legs encased in green nylon and said "Get over here and kiss me. Now."

She was taking control, just like mom, and it sent a chill all through me. I thought I must have a "type". Gorgeous, wild, and take charge. I could live with it.

I got on the bed, hovering over Linda. "Wait a second" I said, thinking of something. She seemed a little bewildered as I got up again. I lit a couple of candles for soft light and shut my lamp, and Linda was smiling when I got back in bed. "Nice touch" she whispered just before our bodies entwined and we were making out like the horny teens we were. We were squirming against each other, grinding our bodies, my cock squeezed between our tummies. I was leaking precum, which was clinging to Linda's flat tummy, and then sticking to mine as well.

Every time we broke our kiss, we were gasping for breath. Linda's mouth was right next to my ear and she blew warm, soft air into it and I cried out from the intense pleasure. "Oh my god, Lin, that's driving me crazy!"

"Wait until you feel this!" She pushed me on my back and kissed her way down my chest, never breaking eye contact. I could see her ass high in the air with those red panties snug between her cheeks. She kissed my tummy, licking around my navel, making my skin quiver. Lower she went until she was just over my cock. Her lips, bright red and full and moist, were just an inch from the head. I was burning with anticipation as Linda blew her warm breath on the glans of my cock. My hips rolled as I moaned. "Like that, baby? Do you want mommy to blow your big hard dick?"

Oh my god, she was so into this wicked I play. "Please mommy. I'd love you to suck my cock. I want to feel your warm wet lips and tongue all over me."

Linda poked out her tongue and circled the crown under the head of my cock, barely making contact, as her hand gently stroked my shaft. She gradually applied more pressure with her tongue and my cock was getting wetter by the moment. Linda really knew what she was doing, making me briefly wonder how any woman could get so good at giving head at age 18. But I really didn't care about that. I just cared about the great head I was receiving and the kinky, sexy girl giving it.

So far, it was a lot of teasing, building up to the big deal. "Suck it now, mommy, please" I moaned. "I need to feel your hot mouth now."

Linda smiled a very wicked smile, and took me into her mouth, slowly. My eyes closed and my head tilted back as the feeling of pure bliss flowed all through me. I brought my head back forward and said "That's soooo good, mommy" right as I opened my eyes...and saw mom, my real mom, standing right behind Linda in the open door to my room. I froze, unable to move as my eyes shifted back and forth between the two sexiest women in my life.

Mom had her own dirty smile on her face as she had a perfect view of Linda's ass, clad in red lace, legs in green nylon, and beyond to the stunned face of her son. She was still dressed in the little black dress she had on her bed when I said goodbye to her earlier, strapless, her perfect shoulders exposed. Linda was bobbing up and down, nice and slow, leaving a long wet trace of her saliva on my cock. Mom was in the background, rubbing her tits in her snug dress. And my cock was twitching uncontrollably. This whole scene was firing every circuit in my animal brain and I was desperately trying not to cum. Then my mom peeled the top of her dress down to her waist, showing off her big, luscious tits. As Linda kept speeding up her attack on my dick, mom was tweaking and twisting her nipples, smiling the entire time. My balls were getting tight, and I knew it wouldn't be much longer.

Mom sensed my impending orgasm, and she blew me a big, silent kiss, Marilyn Monroe style. I raised my hips, grabbed Linda's head in both hands, and gushed my cum into her mouth, blast after blast filling her mouth. Linda swallowed quickly, not losing a single drop. She kept sucking, gently, making sure she got everything from me.

Mom smiled and made a face like victory, and turned to go to her room. Linda was pleased with herself, and so was I. She moved up next to me and we kissed, the lingering taste of my semen on her lips and her tongue. I didn't just give her a couple of pecks, but actual passionate kisses. "You're the first guy I've been with that didn't freak out when I tried to kiss after giving a blowjob" Linda said with appreciation. "Why do guys think it makes them gay if they get even a taste of cum?"

"Not all guys, obviously. Nowadays, guys say things like there's nothing wrong with being gay, but they still are afraid of the tag. But I don't want to talk about that. I want to talk about you. That was great. You're great." I kissed her again and she snuggled closer to me, rubbing her nylon covered leg over mine.

"I've got to ask you, Gary. Were you serious about your mom and you? You really had sex with her? You can tell me the truth. I won't tell a soul."

It was already out, and Linda didn't seem to be freaked out about it. "Yeah, we did. Yesterday too." I didn't think I needed to tell her about earlier today. "I have to admit, it was very hot. But I don't know how that affects us, Lin. I've enjoyed seeing you, and tonight's been a great time. I guess a lot of it is up to you."

Linda was still rubbing her leg against mine and her hand was playing with the hairs on my chest. "We're not in a committed relationship, Gary. Though this is definitely different than anything I would have expected. As you could tell before, I was steaming hot when we shared our fantasies. I wish I knew how to seduce my father." She was quiet for a few moments. "Gary, would you help me with my fantasy? Not tonight; it's getting late. Though I wouldn't mind a nice, slow screw. Maybe you can taste my pussy too, since you don't mind the taste of your own cum."

"Glad to, Lin. Love to, actually."

She gave an appreciative smile as I kissed my way down her gorgeous body down to her pussy. I was about to take her panties down when she stopped me. "Leave them on, Gary. I like your fetish."

I wasn't about to complain. I pulled the crotch aside and let my tongue explore her folds, smooth sleek lips and blood filled clitoris. It didn't take very long until Linda was grabbing at my head and fucking my tongue. I pushed the tip in as far as I could, forcing my nose against her clit, hard enough for Linda to cum as her juices coated my chin and lips. Before I could catch my breath, she pushed me onto my back, grabbed me again hard cock and, crouched like a catcher behind home plate, slipped down my dick until her red pussy hairs mingled with my brown pubes. "Linda, you feel so warm and tight. So fucking good,"

"Call me mom, Gary. Mommy wants to ride your big, thick dick."

Fuck, now I had two "mommy's" to please. Linda was bouncing on my dick, her big tits flopping in time with her motions. I reached up and told her "Mommy, I love your big tits. Love playing with your thick nipples."

Linda was groaning at the dirty role play, turned on by pretending to be my "mommy". It wasn't long before she was pounding me into the mattress, and she wailed out her climax. I couldn't tell her to quiet down; she had no idea my mother was down the hall. Instead, I concentrated on my own orgasm, and soon filled her pussy for the second time that night. She was the wildest partner I ever had...besides mom.

We took turns in the bathroom cleaning up and then we got in my car and I drove her home. "Next time, we play my fantasy, lover" she said as I drove. "You're going to be my 'daddy'.

"No complaint here, Lin. I'll play any game with you. How about after school on Tuesday? Mom doesn't get home until about 7. Gives us a few hours alone."

"Sounds like a plan." We pulled up at her house a little before midnight. We kissed goodnight for about 5 minutes, and Linda gave my cock a gentle squeeze before I walked her to the door and we kissed one more time. I really liked Linda. Besides being kinky as hell, she was smart, funny and beautiful, just like the other special woman in my life.

I got home 10 minutes later and as I was dragging myself to my room mom called out from behind her closed door "Gary? Come say goodnight."

I sighed and opened the door like a good son. Mom was under her light blanket, pulled up to her above her breasts, and she was reading a book by her lamplight. "Have a good time, honey?"

"I guess you know I did, mom. You were home really early."

"Even for a tax lawyers party, it was a boring affair. It seems there was a lot more excitement going on here at home."

"Did you enjoy watching us, mom?"

"Almost as much as you enjoyed being watched. I wanted to come in and get in bed with both of you. I had a great view of her fantastic ass and those panties drawn up tight on her pussy. I would have loved to get behind her and bury my face there."

Despite having cum three times already, my cock was getting hard all over again thinking about what mom was suggesting. I had no idea if Linda was into women or threesomes, but I had a feeling a girl with such kinky desires would be open to almost anything.

"Look at that. My big dick son is getting hard for his mommy. His REAL mommy." So she had heard everything Linda and I were saying that last fuck. I wondered if mom was standing by my door or if her door was open, listening to us. "Think you've got the strength to give mommy what she needs?" To enhance her request, she pushed the covers down so I could see mom was wearing a red see through negligee and matching panties. "I bought this for you, baby. And it looks like your cock appreciates it."

I couldn't deny it, and I couldn't believe that my body was still able to respond after three times already this evening. I tried to talk my way out of it. "Mom, I'm pretty beat. Can you wait until tomorrow?"

"I can, honey. But I don't know if my pussy can wait. She's very wet from watching my boy get a blowjob from his other 'mommy'. And I heard you fuck her too. She sounds like a very sweet and dirty girl. Someone I'd love to eat while you fuck me. Now come here and give mommy what she needs."

I couldn't deny her. Truth was, I wanted her still, tired as I was. I took off my jacket and pants, shirt (I didn't both putting my tie back on) and then my briefs. My cock was standing up proud even with all the work he had done this evening. What I hadn't really considered was the fact that Mr. Penis was covered in Linda's pussy. Mom had to know that.

If she did, it didn't seem to bother her, because she crawled across the bed to where I was standing at the side, the negligee flowing around her. "I wonder how that lovely girl tastes. Especially mixed with the flavor of your cock." Mom let her tongue flicker out of her mouth and she took a nice long lick of my dick from the base all the way to the tip, causing me to shudder and moan. Then she swirled all around my cock, slithering around my like a snake. Mom had one hand on the bed for stability and the other was cradling my balls. "She tastes really good. She blends well with the meaty, salty flavor of your cock, baby." Mom started bobbing her head all along my dick and I reached for her head with both hands, both steadying myself and guiding her motions. I ran my fingers through her hair as she used her lips and tongue to tease and please me. Under normal circumstances, she would have had me cumming by now, but since I'd already cum three times that evening, it was going to take quite a while and a lot of manipulation to get me to cum. Mom wanted to get fucked. She was going to get her wish and then some.

I pulled my cock from her mouth and a long strand of saliva stretched from my cock to her lips, which drooped down towards her cleavage. Mom looked up at me and said "Now your cock is nice and clean and ready to fuck me." She turned around and presented her ass to me. "I want you to take me, nice and hard, baby. Think you're up to giving mommy what she needs?" Mom even shook her hips in an inviting gesture.

"Yes, mommy. I'm ready to fuck you nice and hard, just how you want me."

"Good. MMMM you smell nice and sweaty, baby. Very manly. Come on and take mommy's pussy."

I pulled her panties down just past her pussy, so her thighs couldn't spread too far apart. I rubbed the head of my wet dick all over her equally wet cunt, making mom moan loudly. I pushed the head into her opening and before I could push into her any deeper, mom shuddered and came; that's how worked up she had been. Then I thrust into her, sliding in very easily, until my hips were on her soft ass and my balls were being tickled by the elastic at the top of her panties. Fuck, she was as tight as Linda was, or at least that's how it seemed to me.

"Oh god, my big dick son is so deep in my hot mommy cunt" she groaned. "Give me a hot, dirty fuck, you nasty boy."

She wanted a dirty fuck? Fine, that's what mom would get. As I started moving my hips fast, fucking her rough, I reached out and grabbed her hair, not hard enough to pull it out, but hard enough to tug her head back so her throat and tits thrust out, and I wasn't letting go. "Mommy wants to be fucked dirty? Is that what you want?" SPANK! "Tell me, mommy-slut!"

"Fuck, yes, take my cunt, you dirty motherfucker! I'm your mommy-slut, your fuck whore, whatever you want, just fuck me hard!"

SPANK! I slapped her juicy round ass hard, leaving bright red marks on her soft flesh. SPANK!

"Oh god yes! Pound me, fucker! Hard"

I was spanking her ass over and over, as I jammed my dick into her as fast I could. I was pouring sweat, most of which dripped down on moms back and ass. We were both grunting like animals. I fucked her harder than I saw men in porn videos fuck the girls, or so it seemed to me. My body was tiring, but my cock wasn't ready to cum.

But mom was cumming, cumming repeatedly as her body thrashed in front of me. "You dirty boy, fucking your mommy like a cheap whore!"

"You love it don't you, mommy" I growled in her ear. "You love it when your son owns you."

"Yes" she whimpered. Mom was also getting weaker. "Please, baby, no more. No more."

I let her hair free and she collapsed forward, falling off my cock on the bed. She rolled to her side, staring up at me as I stood there, sweating and breathing raggedly, with glazed eyes. "How the fuck are you still hard, Gary?"

"Mom, I've already cum three times this evening. I was amazed I could even get it up for you."

"I don't have the energy to keep fucking you, baby. But I don't want you going to bed like that. Go to my night table, the middle draw. Go get the lube and the vibrator there. Mommy will get you off, baby."

I was nervous about what she might have had in mind. I wasn't thrilled about the idea of having a vibrator in my ass, but I'd go along with her to relieve the almost painful erection I was stuck with.

I got the lube and vibrator, a Hitachi, which made me sigh with relief. No way was that going into any orifice either of us had! "Plug it in by the lamp, baby, and come here and lie down. That's it, get comfy."

I was lying on my back, propped up on some pillows. Mom slathered some of her lube all over my cock with her hand, making me nice and slick. She turned on the Hitachi and ran it slowly along the bottom of my cock, gliding it all along the shaft while it buzzed, which made my hips jump and my body tighten up. "Oh my god, mom..."

"Mommy, baby. Mommy when we play."

"Mommy, that's unreal. I've never felt anything like this!"

"I know, baby. Oh my, your cock it twitching like mad. And you're dripping precum!"

Mom squirted more lube on my cock every few minutes, keeping it slippery as she kept the Hitachi on my dick. Every few trips up to the top, she'd hold it still for a few seconds on my glans which had me howling in blissful pleasure. Then she went back to moving it up and down again.

I was close to cumming and close to losing my mind, so to speak. Mom shifted as I approached my orgasm, pressing her tits on my tummy as she put the Hitachi back on my glans, very lightly but on high power. After another minute of this my body hit my final peak of the night and I gushed whatever cum was left in my balls all over moms tits. It felt to me like it was more than it actually was, such was the intensity of my orgasm. My cock kept twitching well after my balls were empty.

Mom shut off the vibe and sat up. I was drenched with sweat and exhausted. I felt like I couldn't move at all until the morning. "Mom" I gasped, "where did you learn to do that? I never felt anything like that in my life."

"You think you're the only one in this house that surfs the porn sites? Sometimes even I can't believe some of the things I find there. I've been dying to try that with a man. So thank you, baby."

"No, thank you, mom!" She leaned over and kissed me, with my thin strands of cum clinging to her chest. A little got on me, but I was too tired to wipe it away. "Do you mind if I sleep here with you? I don't think I have the strength to walk to my room."

Mom chuckled. "Long night, eh? Servicing two women too much for you?"

"I guess. It was my first time having sex with two women. Though I always fantasized if I did, it would be at the same time."

"Maybe we can make that happen. You think Linda might have some interest?"

"It hasn't exactly come up in conversation, mom. I don't even know if she like girls. But I suspect she could be convinced."

"Oh? Why do you think so? Because she indulged your mommy and panty fetishes?"

"Yeah, plus she has a fetish of her own. She wants to fuck her father."

"Mmmm she is a dirty girl. Maybe we can work something out. When are you seeing her again?"

"Tuesday, after school."

"Hmmm I think I might be coming down with something, cough, cough."

I laughed despite my exhausted state. "Think we can surprise and seduce her?"

"I think we're going to find out. Now, we'd better get some sleep, baby. We're going to have a busy day together tomorrow. Just you and me."

460 Panties, Pantyhose and Mom P3

Rabbitman55

Monday was a day off for schools and most businesses. Mom and I were very busy all day. And I do mean busy. We fucked in her bedroom in the morning, in my room in the afternoon, and the living room in the evening. Mom changed her panties each time, playing with my panty fetish, and for the evening, she also had on a lux pair of lace pantyhose that made her legs look magnificent. Needless to say, our sex was intense each time. Mom...mommy when we were screwing... knew exactly how to push my buttons. And I was pushing hers as well.

I was laying in bed with her that night, pretty well exhausted. Next day, Tuesday, mom was supposed to work and I was going to bring Linda, my sexy redheaded...girlfriend?... home after school for a few hours of fun before mom got home. Except yesterday mom had suggested she was going to call out sick and surprise Linda and I in the midst of our sexual romp and join in. We had good reason to believe Linda would be receptive, but it was by no means certain.

I asked her "Mom, are you sure you want to do this? What if you freak Linda out? I kind of like her, beyond just sexually. She's even planning to go to the same college, City U."

"Gary, if you want me to forget about it, I'll back off. But everything I saw and heard from her makes me think she'd be very receptive, and we'll all have a great fucking time. But if you don't want to, I'll just go to work tomorrow." The tone of her voice left no doubt what mom really wanted me to do.

"No, mom, let's give it a try. I think we'll all have a blast" I said with more confidence than I felt.

Mom smiled that very seductive smile of hers, which I figured drove her male co-workers crazy. "Good. I'll be out of the house when you get here, and I'll get home around 3:30. That should give you plenty of time to get down to business with Linda. Then I'll 'surprise' you and you just leave it to me from there. I was going to see about sucking on your cock one more time, but I think you should save some energy for tomorrow. Good night, sweetheart. I love you."

"I love you too. Mommy."

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The next morning at school, I saw Linda before classes began. The way she was dressed, I knew I was in for a very exciting afternoon. She was wearing a suit, black and red hounds tooth checked wool, with a skirt so short she couldn't bend over. She had a black shell top underneath and black opaque hose with ankle boots with a stiletto 3 inch heel. She always dressed nice to school but this was a big step up from normal.

She came up to me before the bell rang and gave me a big long kiss that made me the envy of every single guy in the building, teachers included. "Hey there, babe. Still plan on taking me home after school?"

"Well, if I wasn't, I've changed my mind. You look outstanding."

"This little old thing? I just dug it out from the back of my closet" she joked. She knew what she looked like, how amazing she looked. She whispered in my ear "Wait until you see what's under this skirt. We're going to have so much fun!" Little did she know just how much.

Between thinking about Lin and then my moms plan, I was in the clouds all day at school. Thankfully, I wasn't called on by any of my teachers, saving me the embarrassment of tripping over my tongue. Finally it was 2:30 and Linda met me in the parking lot. Another hot and sexy kiss before I held the door for her, giving me a great view of her sleek legs turning into the passenger seat, and soon I was speeding my way home to mine and moms apartment. "Slow down, Tiger" Linda said with a light touch. "Lets get there in one piece, ok?"

I parked in my spot in the garage, noticing that moms car wasn't there. As soon as Linda and I got in the elevator, she was all over me like white on rice. She was giving me a tongue tonsillectomy as my hands groped her incredible body. The car stopped 3 floors below mine and Mrs. Petrillo, an elderly neighbor I'd known all my life got on just as Linda and I moved apart just in time.

"Hello Gary. How are you and your mom?"

"We're fine, Mrs. Petrillo. Nice to see you."

"You too." She smiled at us. She was a very nice, kind woman, and she clearly wanted to be introduced to my 'friend'.

"Mrs. Petrillo, this is Linda. Linda, Mrs. Petrillo."

"Nice to meet you, ma'am" Linda said politely with her dazzling smile.

"You too, dear. Gary, she's such a lovely girl. Don't you get too fresh with her now!" Mrs. Petrillo said with a wink and a chuckle.

"I'll try to fight the temptation. Take care, dear" I said as Linda and I got off on my floor. The elevator closed and we both broke out laughing, hard. Mrs. Petrillo was really a doll, very sweet, and obviously, she knew what's what.

"God, what that sweet old lady must be thinking of me. If only she knew I was Italian! She'd have called me a putana!" We started laughing all over again.

"If only she knew" I said, pulling Linda to me outside my door, grabbing her by her ass. "She'd call you a devil woman!"

"Ooh, I like the sound of that. Your devil woman, possessing your soul. All mine. And your moms."

I opened the door and we sat in the living room. I got us a couple of diet iced teas, and sat next to her. Mom wasn't going to be home for about a half hour yet, and I was supposed to make sure she 'caught' us in the middle of fucking, not after, at least if I could manage it. So I took things slow.

I wrapped my arm around Linda's shoulders and held her to my chest. "Taking things slow, Gary? Think I might say no?" she giggled.

"Nah, just not rushing things. I want to enjoy you."

I felt a little guilty bullshitting her like that, but she enjoyed hearing it. And it really wasn't bullshit. I did want to enjoy my time with her. Soon enough, our lips found each other and our kissing rapidly went from small, sweet kisses to more intense, overtly sexual kisses. Linda's legs were rubbing on my beige pants and she was helping me off with my shirt so she could run her hands through my chest hair. She was having fun doing that, and so was I. She kissed across my chest, pausing at my nipples to nibble on them.

While she was using her mouth on my chest, I helped her off with her little jacket and then her black top. Linda was now just in a flimsy black lace bra on top and her very short skirt with whatever treat lay underneath. Linda pushed me back into the cushions and stood in front of me. She was such an incredibly sexy sight. Her red flowing hair cascaded down over her creamy skin, which contrasted perfectly with the black lace holding her breasts. My cock was straining in my pants and the way Linda was teasing me, that was only going to get worse.

Lin unbuttoned her little skirt at the left hip, and it loosened enough at her waist to easily slide down to the floor. Wow. She wore a tiny matching black lace tanga panty that barely covered her lush red bush; actually, some hair was peeking around the edges of the gossamer material. On her legs were thigh high stockings, expensive type, with a thick lacy band at the top.

I looked at her with what can only be called hunger. My body was hungry for hers, and Linda could see it in my face. "Linda, I don't even know what to say. You're a vision of perfection."

She smiled shyly. "You're a very sweet guy, Gary. But you're wearing too much clothing."

I stood up and fumbled with my pants, eager to relieve the pressure in my crotch. Down came the pants but she stopped me from taking down my boxer briefs. Linda pushed me back down and straddled my lap, her lace contained tits just two inches from my lips. I leaned forward to kiss the left one but she leaned backwards, keeping her tits out of reach. She was teasing me, which was fine. It would stretch things out.

"Not yet, Gary. When I say." Oh, I definitely had a type, all right. I had a feeling mom's plan was going to work out fine. She'd be home in 20 minutes. I'd find out very soon. "First I need my pussy eaten. And you've got just the tongue for the job."

Linda pushed me sideways and back so I was flat on my back. She moved on top of me and we were kissing like crazed people. This wasn't passion; it was pure lust. "Linda, you are driving me wild. My cock feels like it's going to burst through my underwear."

"Good. A cock can never be too hard. I don't care about size, although I do like a thicker one. But firmness...that's vital. And you're big"...kiss..."and thick"...kiss..."and so nice and hard. The best of all worlds."

Linda made her way up along my body with my hands guiding her. Soon she was over my mouth, pulling those thin panties up as snug as she could and my tongue was tracing all over her lips through the lace. Linda let out a very satisfied moan, whispering "I've been waiting for this all day. I thought everyone could smell my heat in every class! Yes, like that, lick me like that."

I was gripping her ass with both hands as my tongue slithered all over her crotch, While I loved her panties, I was hungry for her, and I pulled her panties to the left and let my tongue travel all over her pussy. I made sure I got to every small spot on her lips, inside her canal, and of course spending time on her large clit. I swirled my tongue around it before taking it between my lips and sucking it hard. My middle finger was teasing Linda's asshole, pressing onto it but not penetrating her anal passage.

Linda leaned back, curving her back, so she could stroke my dick through my shorts. I could feel her freeing me finally from my cotton prison and her fingers wrapped around my stalk. "Linda, I need to feel your mouth now. Come on, turn around, use that wicked mouth."

She turned as quick as she could, presenting her ass to my face with a soaked cunt right under it. I took a quick look at my watch; about 10 minutes until mom was due home. I attacked her creamy pussy again with my lips as I pulled her lips wide apart, and I could feel Linda sliding her whole mouth up and down my entire length. She really knew how to give head, using a lot of tongue, especially around the crown. She also teased my balls with her fingers.

We both enjoyed this for five minutes or so when I said "I have to fuck you now, Lin. I need that pussy on my dick, Now!" Linda crawled forward and, on her knees, hovered over me so I had a great view of her ass as her lips were caressing the tip of my dick. "Come on, honey, fuck me, don't tease me!" I cried out. Linda then took me deep in her cunt, settling down on me so her ass was tickled by my pubic hairs and her clit was pressed flush to my balls. We rocked like that for a few minutes, grinding together, when we both heard the front door open and mom came into the room, getting a great view of Linda's front as she kept my dick buried inside her. Lin had been so wrapped up in feeling my cock in her that it took her a few seconds to realize what had just happened.

She almost leapt off my cock, trying to cover her body with her arms when my mom said "Well, looks like I got home just at the right time. I could be upset with Gary for sharing his superb cock with someone other than me, but Linda, you're so delicious looking I just can't blame him, can I?"

Linda still hadn't caught on yet as to mom's desires. "Mrs. S, I'm so embarrassed! I'll get dressed and go!"

"Why, sweetie? You looked like you were having such a good time. Gary, you were being an attentive lover for this delightful young lady, weren't you?" she said in a demanding, fake manner.

"Of course mom.. sorry, mommy. You raised me the right way." I'd done nothing to cover up and in fact, I was actively stroking my cock to keep it nice and stiff.

Linda was getting it. "Shit, I know you two fuck, but...you wanted me to join you both? You thought I would fuck you both?" Linda's voice was heavy with desire, and she was doing a pretty good job of faking outrage. "Did you think I was going to eat your pussy, maybe shove my fingers in it, Mrs. S_?"

"Call me Janice, Linda, and yes, that's pretty much exactly what I expected. I heard you the other night. I know you're a kinky little tramp. I know you get off on mine and Gary's shenanigans. And I know you'd love to fuck your daddy. Maybe I can make you want to fuck your mommy as well. Maybe they'd both love to fuck you too."

Linda was unconsciously touching her pussy, not inserting her fingers, just lightly touching herself like I was touching myself. "Maybe. But right now my pussy is on fire and Gary was just getting to put it out. Maybe you would like to help, Janice."

Bingo! Linda was all for it! She leaned back against me so I cock was pressed between my front and her back, and we watched mom strip for us. Off came her royal blue blouse, revealing her matching bra struggling to encase her big tits. Next came her cream skirt which left her with a pair of matching blue micro panties, with her hair peeking out from all directions. Over this she had a nude pair of pantyhose clinging to her lower body like skin. Mom knows what her boy likes.

"You're incredibly sexy, Janice. You're making my pussy flow. But I've never been with a woman before. I want to, but I don't know what to do."

"Honey it's the most natural thing...well, second most natural thing. You're a women, you know what feels great for you. Just do those things to me. If I want something different, I'll let you know. But how about we share my son's yummy cock first? We can bond over some hard dick."

"I'd love to, Janice. He should still have some of my pussy all over him."

I was just listening as they talked about me like a piece of cock meat. Not that I really had anything to complain about. Linda sat up and tentatively touched my mom's arm. Mom in turn caressed Linda's cheek and then brought her in to kiss her. Linda responded fully, and both my partners were kissing as sensuously as any kiss I'd ever seen. It was a fucking hot scene and my dick was stiff as steel and I didn't have to touch myself. In fact, if I did, I might have been unable to keep from shooting off right then, and I definitely didn't want to do that.

Mom took off Linda's bra and made delighted sounds as she took in my girlfriend's magnificent, firm and soft tits. "Oh, sweetie, they're perfect! The boys must love burying their faces in there!" She pushed Linda's tits together and licked at both her nipples at the same time. Lin shuddered and pushed her fingers into her lace panties, but mom pulled them out. "Let me" she muttered with her mouth full of tit flesh. She pushed her hand into Linda's panties and Lin let out a huge gasp as mom used her expert fingers on her young counterpart.

I couldn't stay on the sidelines any longer. I got up, went to my luscious fuck mates, and kissed Linda first, letting our tongues play eagerly as our lips remained glued together. My left arm held her as mom did all sorts of dirty things in Lin's panties, and my right hand undid mom's bra, freeing her own big tits from their prison. Linda somehow found the presence of mind to feel my mother's tits as well. She was pinching mom's thick nipples, twisting and tweaking as mom moaned right on Linda's big creamy white tits. Soon Linda was trembling like a leaf and she cried out "Keep rubbing my clit just like that, mom! Rub me faster, make your little girl cum hard!" We knew where Linda's kinky mind was. Right in the same gutter as mine and moms.

Linda came with a stream of filthy language. Her body spasmed all over and she just fell back into the couch, pushing mom away. "Fucking awesome" she gasped, her breath coming raggedly. "Fucking awesome."

"So you do have a thing for your mother, too" I whispered in her ear. "I think we're all going to have a lot of fun this afternoon."

"Oh yeah" Linda replied. "I want to try mommy's pussy, but we shouldn't neglect you, baby."

"I have an idea" mom quipped. "Linda, while we teach that nasty tongue of yours how to please a pussy, I'll suck my sons big dick for a while and then he can fuck you from behind. Our own dirty threesome!"

"Let's do it! I can't wait to see you blow your son!"

Mom stretched out on the couch, opening her legs wide, one over the back of the couch and the other on the floor. Mom was splayed wide, giving plenty of room for Linda to get comfortable. I tugged off my briefs finally, letting my balls as well as my dick out of confinement. I stood by mom's face and before Lin got on the couch, mom said "You're going to have to tear my pantyhose, dear. Don't worry, just do it. It'll make me even hotter than I already am. Tear them right at the crotch, roughly" mom said in a very heavy voice.

Linda tore a big hole right at the crotch, a violent ripping sound filling the room. Mom moaned just from that, and I leaned over her face and put the head of my cock right on her open lips. "Suck my cock, mommy. Show Linda what a slutty mommy you are, how you blow your son's big dick" I commanded.

"Yes, mommy" Linda gasped, "give me a good show. Suck your son like a slut. Our mommy slut. Gary and I are yours, mommy. Right, brother?"

Linda was really stepping up the roll playing here. Fine by me. "Yes, sis. You'd better get to work on mommy's hot pussy. Just do to her what you like done to you. Ohhhh fuck" I moaned as mom swirled her tongue over the head of my cock. She had one hand on my ass, between my legs, and the other was seeking Linda's head as Lin nestled in between moms thighs. Mom's tiny blue panties were pulled to the side as Linda got her first up close and personal look at another woman's cunt.

"Mommy, you smell so good. I think I'm going to like this" Linda said as she put out her tongue and took a tentative lick, decided she liked the taste of moms gash, and started licking all over. I was watching this, feeling mom's tongue on my dick and feeling moms moans vibrating along the whole length. I'd seen this kind of thing in porn many times, but experiencing it was a million times better, especially with two incredibly sexy women as my partners.

I slid my cock along moms pursed lips, moving along the slight part and those amazingly red pads. Mom's lips were soft, warm and moist. A little of the red from her lipstick clung to the bottom of my cock, and she poked out her tongue every few seconds to tease the glans. I looked towards moms hips and was treated to the incredible sight of my "sister" gleefully digging in as she fully committed to eating her "mommy's" cunt. I was moaning, mom was moaning, and Linda was moaning as well as her own fingers were between her soft thighs, playing with her own sex. Mom was writhing as Linda stuffed two fingers in mom's greedy pussy. And Linda's ass was sticking up in the air as she teased her clit. The curve of her sweet ass was pure beauty, and I desperately wanted to fuck her now.

"Mom, I'm going to fuck my 'sister'. I think she needs some attention."

"Ok baby. MMMMM she has the most delightful tongue, and she's a natural pussy eater. Go fuck her, baby. Give her what she needs."

I somewhat reluctantly pulled my cock from moms lips and walked a few steps to get behind Lin. Her ass was up and her legs, gorgeous in any case, were ensconced in those sexy black stockings. I got between her legs, grabbed her hips and a little forcefully shifted her ass to the position where I could enter her most easily. Lin whimpered from my rough handling, and she spread as wide as she could on the couch. "Fuck me, 'brother'" she moaned from between mom's thighs.

"Fuck me good and hard. I want to be taken roughly, 'brother'. Give it to me hard while I suck on mommy's sweet pussy."

I pressed the head to her lower lips, coating the helmet in her lubrication. She was drenched; this was going to be so smooth. Grabbing both hips, I sank my cock into her pussy just like dipping into massage oil in a snug, soft tube. With a nice round ass attached. In just a couple of seconds, and buried in her, my hips being caressed by those lovely globes of her ass. Lin was groaning loudly as she started sucking on moms lips and clit, alternating between the sensitive parts. Mom was breathing hard and irregularly. Every few seconds, an obscenity escaped her lips while Linda keep up her attack.

Meanwhile, I was giving Linda what she asked for, a really hard fucking. I held her ass tight as my body moved forcefully so my cock was pounding in and out of her gripping gash. Her pussy grabbed and released my dick, clearly under Linda's complete control. "Sis, your pussy is milking my cock" I moaned. "I love how you do that."

"Just fuck me, big brother. Keep fucking me; I'm so damn close. Don't fucking stop."

Mom then lifted her ass from the couch and screamed as she flooded Linda's face in her slick honey. To Linda's credit, she kept her mouth glued to moms pussy the entire time, like a rider on a mechanical bull. And to my credit, my cock never left Lin's pussy as she bucked around. When mom settled down, slipped my cock from her pussy, rolled onto her back and pulled me right back in. I was up on my hands and I was fucking her as hard as I could. "Fuck, such a good fuck" she grunted and her hands found my ass and she held on tight.

Mom was watching us from the floor, where she kept fingering her cunt. Her fingers were flying along her gash and her other hand was pinching Linda's nipples. "Fuck her, Gary" mom said with a wicked tone to her voice. "Fuck her like it's the last pussy you're ever going to fuck. Fuck your slut of a sister."

Linda hit her peak, and dug her nails into my ass hard as she gasped out "I'm fucking cumming...fucking cumming!" as her pussy spasmed all around my dick. Mom quickly moved behind me, spread my cheeks with both hands and rimmed my ass with her wet, firm tongue. "I'm gonna cum..."

"Hurry, Gary, pull out and shoot that hot sticky cream all over my face!" mom shouted. I managed to pull out of Linda's warm and wet pussy and stood before mom. She grabbed my dick and pumped it for all she was worth, milking me of stream after stream of my seed. It was in her hair, on her face and across her neck. Linda got up and went to mom, licking my sticky gift from mom's face and throat. It was the dirtiest sight I'd ever seen to that point, especially when Linda kissed mom and they swapped my cum back an forth. It was almost enough to get me hard again right away.

"Hey, want to share a little of that with me?" I asked.

The ladies loved the idea and dragged me to the floor with them. I kissed Lin and she pushed a small amount onto my tongue, which I willingly swallowed. Then mom thrust her tongue into both mine and Linda's mouths, and I got a little more. Linda said "I've never given head to a guy before who would even kiss me after, not without using mouthwash or something."

Mom added "Honey, I've been around a lot longer and I haven't either. But Gary isn't like most men, and I mean that in a whole lot of ways. Not only is he smart and funny, but he's a kinky, really hot fuck. I guess not too many mothers can say that about their sons."

"No, Janice, I doubt it. God, the two of you together made me an inferno! The thought was hot enough, but then seeing you two together...fuck, I thought I was going to cum just from watching, and I didn't even see you fuck yet!"

I said "Give me a little while. I'll be glad to let you watch. I actually think you'll like what you see, and you can play as well."

"My son is a hell of a stud. And his panty/pantyhose fetish gets my pussy flowing as well. He's also the best fuck I've ever had." Mom thought for a moment, then asked Linda "Sweetie, do you want to stay for dinner? Gary can take you home by 11. We can have a lot more fun together." She stretched out her legs, wrapped in torn hose, to entice the teen redhead.

"As much as I'd love to suck and fuck with you two sexy people, I really have to get home by 7 so I'm home for dinner, plus I have a lot of studying to do tonight."

"Yeah, mom, I've also got a lot of homework. We haven't graduated yet."

Mom sighed. "Sorry, I should have considered that. I'm sure I have work I can do as well. But you said you didn't have to be home until 7, dear?"

"Yes, Janice. I'm kind of expected."

"Well that not for three hours yet. Plenty of time for us to fuck around and for you to get cleaned up. Maybe Saturday you could spend the day with us? There are so many wonderful things we can do with each other. And maybe we can think of a way for you to seduce your parents. Three great minds working on it together, and all." Mom was serious, but in a humorous way.

"I'd love to, Janice! If Gary doesn't mind." She looked at me with a total coquettish expression on her face.

"Well, I'm just glad someone is asking my opinion on something. Of course I want you here for the day. I'll get my dirty mind ready for it."

"Except you're not done yet, 'brother'" Linda said with a very naughty lilt to her voice. "You still have some stud services to perform!"

I performed my services very well that afternoon. Mom got most of the fucking (not all) that second time. Lin took a shower to get the spunk and smell of pussy off her before she went home. She just couldn't wash her long hair, so mom got the few drops of my cum that got on her hair with a warm; wet towel.

I took Lin home while mom got something ordered in for dinner. We hugged and kissed in my car a block away from her house.

"I had such a great time with you, 'sis'" I joked with her.

"Funny, 'bro'. You just make sure that dick is well rested for Saturday. Have fun with Janice, but try to save something extra for me." We kissed and just held each other. Bucket seats suck for long bouts of passion. "Seriously, Gary, I really had fun. And I'm looking forward to spending the day with you both this weekend. You're moms fantastic. But I want you to myself at least some of the time. I want us to go on dates and to dance, I want us to have our own sex, and I want us to have romantic time. Sometimes we can include your mom. But I want my time. I mean, assuming you want to be more than fuck buddies? I should have asked about that."

"Lin, I think you're great. I want to keep seeing you, and I want to take you to clubs and movies and dinners. I want to walk down a street with you, hand in hand. I want to kiss you in public. So yeah, I want to keep seeing you. you're much more than a fuck buddy. Though the fucking is pretty awesome, even just as you and me."

She purred in my ear "I'm so happy, honey. Oh, I guess you're a honey, now. Or something. We'll figure it out. Better get me home already. Thank you for a great time. Thank Janice for me. I'll see you tomorrow. And maybe one afternoon before Saturday, too." She then licked my ear, a light flicking of her tongue, and I was shaking. This girl could be addictive.

Mom called me in my car and asked me to stop and pick up some Chinese food that she'd call ahead for. So I got home 20 minutes later, dinner in hand and we sat down to eat. Personally, I was famished.

So was mom, evidently. There was enough food for dinner tomorrow as well. We both clearly worked up a hell of an appetite. We chatted about my day at school, about what mom did on her 'sick' day (shopping, of course) and some general things. Then mom said "Things have changed in just a few days."

"Yeah, you could knock me over with a feather if I think about how this week has evolved. Friday I had blue balls because the second most kinky woman I know freaked out over a little panty play. Four days later, that same woman is not only in lust with us, but she and I agreed we want to be exclusive, outside our time with you. And mom, you have to understand Linda and I are going to want to be alone. Saturday we'll spend together getting into all sorts of mischief" I said with a smile, and mom smiled right back and held my hand. "But we probably will spend Thursday afternoon and Friday night together. We have to have our own time for sex as well a date or intimacy."

Mom looked at me with an amused expression. "Gary, sweetheart, you think I don't know that? I mean, I assumed you and Linda were going to be a couple, which I shouldn't have done. Sorry I put you on the spot like that." I just smiled, which let her know there was no problem, we were fine. "Just save a little of that energy for me and bring that lovely, sexy young lady here from time to time. She's a wonder. And we have to help her figure out a way to get her parents to fuck her. Who knows, maybe we'll all have a fivesome sometime. What are her parents like?"

"I only met her mom once, briefly, but I talked to her dad. He's very easygoing, he's not all up in her shit, where are you going, you have to be home a certain time, blah, blah, blah. Good looking guy too, over 6 feet and trim. Her mom seems sweet, really cute. Petite with darker red hair. Pretty nice body. Not like yours."

"Always saying the right thing. You just know how to make a woman gush in her panties. Wanna feel for yourself?"

It would have been obvious to an idiot that mom wanted to play again, if I had the time and desire. The desire I definitely had. The time...yeah, I could spare mom a half hour. So I responded to her question by just shoving my hand down the back of her panties, sliding softly over the firm curve of mom's ass and reaching all the way down to her pussy, which was soaked as she suggested. "You are ready, mommy. Would you be ok with a quickie tonight? I've got to get my homework."

"Sure, baby. Mommy knows you need to study. Why don't I get your dick nice and wet and then you can just give me a good, hot fuck. Let's get those briefs off you." She stood right in front of me, looked me right in the eye, and pulled down my shorts, leaving me in just a t-shirt. I knelt in front of her and rubbed my hand gently all over moms lower body, from her tummy down to her hips and ample ass and all over her thighs. She was blazing hot and her panties were like a wet towel. "I'm supposed to be getting you ready, Gary" she gasped between breaths. She forced me to stand and she dropped to her knees.

She admired my long and thick dick, not a monster but a very effective tool. "You have the tastiest cock I've ever sampled, Gary" she whispered reverently as her hand slid up and down my swollen dick.

"Just how many have you 'sampled', mommy?" I moaned.

"Usually I'd say a woman never tells. Maybe I'll tell you and Linda some of my stories from my wild days, give some context to the numbers. For now, just suffice it to say mommy has a wide rage of experiences. And I'm going to teach you some things you'll need to know. But just a quickie tonight." With that, mom engulfed me in one fell swoop, lathering up my cock with a combination of some of my precum and a lot of her spit. Soon enough I was as slick as I was going to get. "You're definitely ready, baby. How do you want me?"

"Bend over the couch...mommy" I said with a touch of menace in my voice. She walked over to the back of the couch, her eyes locked with mine, walking with a sexy, slightly defiant, confident attitude. She bent over the back, her legs wide apart and her pussy peeking from below her fantastic, big ass.

"Come on and fuck your mommy, if you're up to the task" she said, her voice dripping with faux contempt. I could figure how she wanted to play this."

Instead of just fucking her right off, I pushed her shoulders down roughly which raised her ass higher. "You think I'm not 'up to the task'?" I reached between her legs and grabbed her mound, not really roughly, but she knew my hand was there. "You think I can't fuck your slutty little cunt?"

Mom was moaning and writhing, her legs trembling. "Fuck you, you big dick bastard. You think you can own this cunt? Go fuck yourself."

"No, mommy, I'm gonna fuck YOU!" and I buried my missile right up inside her tight snatch, right until my pubic hair was tickling her ass. "Fuck, how is a whore like you so damn tight? You should be all stretched out."

"You think just because you have a big, thick dick you can make me cum? I've known guys with 3 inch dicks who can fuck better than you!"

I was moving my cock in and out of mom's steamy cunt, good and hard, my hips slapping her ass every stroke. We were both grunting loud, especially when my cock filled her pussy, insulting each other's prowess, but in reality, we were both hot as bonfires. I grabbed moms hair as best I could and tugged her body back so her tits were sticking out. "Motherfucker! Fucking your mommy like a supposed tough guy. You're really a fucking wimp!"

She was creaming all over my cock, so much leaking from her that it was coating my balls and thighs. We were both very close when I SPANKED! her jiggling ass, hard slaps that made her scream with each orgasm that rumbled through her. SPANK! My hand came down at least 8 or 9 times, and her cheeks were bright pink.

"OH FUCK! You own my pussy baby! Just make me cum!" I slammed my hips into her as fast as I could and mom reached between her legs to furiously rub her clit. Her hips bucked back at me and she came, screaming jibberish as her pussy clamped down on my aching dick. I thought mom was trying to snap it off, that's how tight she got. I couldn't even pull back, she had me in such a grip. I also hadn't cum yet. That third time in a few hours can be really difficult to finish.

Eventually my mom relaxed her muscles so I could ease out of her swampy pussy and she let her body slip to the floor. "Come down here, Gary."

I sat next to her, and mom grabbed my face and kissed me, hard. "You are a great lover, Gary. Thank you for playing along with my little game. That really set me on fire! You have a great imagination." She kissed me a couple of times when her arm brushed against my hard dick. "Damn, Gary, you're hard again!?"

"Not again. Still. I didn't get off yet."

"I can't allow that, son. Come and sit on the couch, it's more comfortable. I'll help you get some relief." So I sat on the couch, and mom sat next to me. We started making out like horny teens (we were halfway there) and she reached into my lap to fondle my cock. I was like a piece of rebar and my balls felt like they were full of wet sand. I desperately needed to cum.

Mom leaned over my dick from the side and drooled over it while pumping me with her soft, delicate hand. As she jerked me, she also rubbed my cock on her big soft tits. "MMMMM I love my boys big hard cock. You really have some package. The only thing you inherited from your worthless father. You're nothing like him, baby, except for this beautiful piece of fuck meat. That was his only good trait."

I was tilted back, feeling moms talented hand and soft, creamy tits massaging my dick. I was getting close, my balls pulling into my body a bit. Almost there...

"Come on, baby, shoot that hot sticky cream for mommy. You liked having your sexy, nasty girlfriend here for both of us to play with. I liked her too. That red hair, that incredible body, and that dirty mind. She's so much fun to fuck, isn't she. That little cum loving slut!" and that sent me over the top, shooting impossibly thick streams of my seed all over her big tits as my legs spasmed. I couldn't believe I still came such a thick wad for the third time in a single day. I must have been inspired by my two amazing partners.

Mom sat up, using her fingertips to play with my semen. "How do I look, baby?"

"Seeing my cum on my mother's tits has to be one of the sexiest, and weirdest sights I'll ever experience. And I love it. I love you, mom. You're really amazing."

Mom actually looked shy for a minute, and she had to think of what to say, something that is definitely not in her personality. "Gary, you're pretty special too. It's been a long time since I've had so much fun."

"Mom, I'm not even talking about sex. It's great, and a real eye opener, but I think you're a great mom. You're funny, very smart, beautiful and understanding. Forget that most mothers wouldn't have sex with their sons. You were so tolerant about me and your panties. I thought for certain you'd go nuts if you caught me. I absolutely didn't expect to be indulged. Now all this on top. It's all I could hope for."

"You're very sweet, son. That you definitely get from me" she joked. "We better get cleaned up and you still need to study. But thank you, baby, for taking such good care of me and my needs."

"You're welcome...mommy."

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The next three days passed quickly. Each day I saw Lin at school, and we were getting very close in front of both our friends; we were officially a class couple. Wednesday I just studied in the afternoon and most of the evening. Thursday was a big physics test, which I aced, and Linda came over after school. We had a great time, both loving and naughty. We talked for a long time, really getting to know each other, and we were finding we liked each other a lot. We had very similar political views, we both liked football, but she hated baseball. Musically we liked some of the same things as well as liking different things. We were in agreement on most issues and we had enough differences to keep things interesting. I could see her stealing my heart.

Friday night we went on a real date, a light dinner and then dancing. We met up with some of her friends at the club, most of whom I knew at least casually, some had boyfriends who were there, and a couple were single and maybe on the hunt. We danced together for four hours, until we were both soaked in sweat. But we had a great time, which was all that counted. Finally, we got out of there at 1; we needed to get a good nights sleep for our big day tomorrow.

We sat in my car, cuddling as best we could outside her house. I would have loved to just cuddle up with Linda all night long, no sex necessary, and wake up with her in my arms. I thought she was feeling much the same. "Lin, we'll be back together tomorrow. Unfortunately, I doubt your parents, easygoing as they are, wo,...uld let me sleep here tonight, especially not in your bed."

"Too bad. I'd love to wake up in your arms."

"Funny, I was just thinking the same thing. Maybe one day soon. But we have to say goodnight now. I'll pick you up at noon? Is that too early?"

"Not at all. I'll probably be running to your car when you pull up. And no funny business with your mom until I get there. I want my fair share of you, big boy" she said as she gently rubbed over my resting cock and she again flicked her tongue in my ear. She knew exactly how that affected me. Naughty vixen. "Good night, honey. Thanks for a great night. Tomorrow will be even better!"

"Good night, baby. I'll be thinking of you."

She clearly loved hearing that simple statement. It was true. I thought about Linda all night long, though I tried to ignore the accompanying erection. I was proud of myself; I resisted the urge to jerk off.

I was up early in the morning, by 8:30. I didn't get a lot of sleep, but I was keyed up, so I wasn't tired. I got a cup of tea, toasted a bagel and ate while I went through my email and social media.

Mom straggled down a little after 9, came down in a skimpy robe and gave me a very unmotherly kiss. "Morning, my stud of a son" she said as she cupped my genitalia. "Are you both nice and rested?" she teased.

"All rested up, mommy. Can't wait. But let me ask, I'm picking up Linda at 12. Do you need anything from the stores? You know, for lunch or dinner, or even for tomorrow for the house? I can hop in the shower now, go to the stores and then pick her up."

"Let me think of a few things. You can go to Caprese Brothers, that fine Italian grocery, and pick up a few things. I'll write them down. We'll have some lunch together, and make dinner. How late can Linda stay? I don't know how her parents would react, but she's welcome to stay overnight."

"Mom, I have no idea if she can do that. Her parents know we're spending the day together, I'm sure they know what we plan to do for at least part of the time...or so they think... but overnight? No idea. I probably should just text her so if she can, she brings something to sleep in. I'll do that before I get in the shower."

So I texted Linda about spending the night, if possible, and I took a long hot shower. After I was done and groomed, I checked my phone and Linda's message said she could stay, but her parents wanted to talk to my mom, make sure everything would be 'kosher'. Little did they know. So mom just had to call them that evening.

I picked up things mom wrote down, like some cheeses and cured meats, some fresh bread and three salmon fillets for dinner. Plus three cannolis!

Next I was off to pick up Linda, just 10 minutes late. She hadn't been kidding last night; she must have been waiting at the window, because she came bounding down her lawn to my car just as I was getting out. Out in front of her entire neighborhood she jumped into my arms and gave me a huge kiss.

"I'm very glad to see you too, baby, but what about your neighbors?"

"Fuck 'em" she whispered in my ear. "Let them find their own fuck friends!"

Her parents came up to us, I shook her dad's hand and said "Hi Mr. and Mrs. Gianelli."

Her father said "I told you it's Bill and Cara, Gary. So what have you got planned for our daughter today?"

I couldn't exactly tell him the truth, but I was prepared for this possibility. "We're going to brunch first, and then we're going to hear some live music outdoors. Then dinner with my mom, and maybe a movie tonight."

I could see in his eyes her dad knew there was at least a little bullshit sprinkled in there. He didn't suspect the whole story was a lie. Linda told me the other day that her parents treated her like an adult since she turned 18. She could come and go as she liked as long as they knew who she was with and they could get in touch with her.

"Just take good care of Linda. And have your mom call us if she's spending the night."

Cara added "Have fun you two. Don't do anything I wouldn't do...and I'd do quite a lot!" she winked at her daughter, causing Lin to blush. I had a little insight into Lin's parents, and I thought her desire to seduce them might not be so unrealistic. Getting a good look at Cara for the first time, I thought to myself I wouldn't mind getting a shot at her, with Linda's consent of course.

She was very petite, maybe 5'2" and 100 pounds, if that. But she had nice curves and dark hair down around her shoulders. Very cute.

We got in my car and when we got around the block, Linda said "Pull over a minute." I pulled to the side and put the car in park as Linda proceeded to give me the biggest, wettest kiss I ever had in my life. "God I've missed you since last night. Reach under my skirt." I did, and my fingers were greeted by a lacey fabric plus an incredible feeling of wetness. And then it hit my sinuses. Linda was steaming hot already. I had a feeling I was in for a long but very pleasurable day and night and day tomorrow.

"Nice and wet, Lin. I was like a rock all last night. I had to gather up all my willpower not to jerk off or go to mom's room. But I saved myself for both of you."

"Good! We better get going so we can drain those balls as many times as you can manage."

We got back to my building, and practically ran to the elevator. I got jumped by Linda in the elevator, where I was lucky to keep my clothes on.

We got inside the apartment, and mom called out from her bedroom "Hi kids! Gary, put the food away for now. Linda, you come back here please, but Gary, just wait in the living room! We'll call you when we're ready for you!"

Lin gave me a sly smile, a small kiss that felt like a minor explosion, and a sexy look as she went to my mom's bedroom. I was feeling like I did when I was 8 on Christmas morning. I couldn't wait to unwrap my presents.

But wait I had to do. It was more than half an hour before mom shouted for me to come join them in her bedroom. I got going PDQ.

What awaited me in mom's room was better than any present I ever got on Christmas morning. Mom and Linda were on the bed facing each other, on their knees. They were kissing and touching each other. Linda was wearing a black shelf bra holding up her substantial tits and black lace panties that covered her ass perfectly. Mom wore a white low cut bra with her tits almost spilling out and black pantyhose over a small white pair of panties. My perfect, basic fantasy.

"What are you waiting for, 'brother'" Linda taunted me. "Mommy and me want you to play with us. But you have to take off your clothes first, everything."

I got out of my shirt and jeans and underwear and socks as fast as I ever moved. I then crept onto the bed, taking both of them into my arms, and they held me and each other as we shared a three-way passionate kiss. My dick was already sticking straight out from my pelvis like a divining rod made to detect pussy. As we moved a little, my cock bounced, pointing first at one pussy, then the other.

"I am so looking forward to fucking my son and 'daughter'" mom moaned as my hand grabbed her ass and I leaned down to suck her left nipple. "All day long, if possible."

"It's possible, mom" I said with a groan as both women had their hands on my cock and balls and just kept running those hands all over me there.

"Mommy" mom said. "How many times have I told you in here you call me mommy. I think you have to be punished. Linda, help me punish your brother."

I didn't know what was on mom's mind, but I didn't think I was going to have a problem with it. Linda looked extremely excited. She was going to go along with anything mom proposed.

"Gary, get on all fours. Hurry it up!" she said in a very forceful tone of voice. I felt compelled to do what she said, quickly. She had Linda on my left side and mom was on my right. She reached behind a pillow and pulled out two pairs of leather gloves, not the fashion kind but more a snug fit and soft like an old boot, and she handed one pair to Linda. God, this just kept getting better and better. I'd be their slaves if the wanted.

Mom reached below my balls and started rubbing my dick in her leather clad hand, slow and deliberate. I bead of precum oozed from the tip and mom pointed my cock back and to Linda's side, Lin got the idea and moved quickly to lick it away with her outstretched tongue and I whined from just that moment of bliss. "That's enough, Linda" mom said. "Now smack your brothers ass, hard! Punish his ass!"

Linda swung her arm and her palm met my right cheek with a pretty weak slap. Even I had to admit it was a pretty poor effort. "No, Linda. If you're going to spank his ass, you have to SPANK his ass! Like this!" Mom reared back and let forth a real hard SPANK!! on my left cheek, a slap that made me cry out with pain and surprise and left a bright pink handprint on my butt. Then she hit the other cheek just as hard and the room seemed to fill with the sound of a thundercrack, as well as my very loud yelp. Linda got really hot thinking about smacking my ass and when mom told her to try again, Linda got it right, two hard, stinging swats on my now very pink and sore ass cheeks. But my erection hadn't died down at all; if anything, I was like a steel beam.

Mom was really having a blast, running a fantasy of her own. "Now, Linda, you're going to lick and suck that hanging cock and balls while I take care of your brothers ass."

Take care of my ass? What did that mean? But it went from my head as Linda quickly got to work licking my dick all over. pulling it backwards so my shaft was sticking out almost straight behind me. I could also feel mom caressing my cheeks with some cool cream, easing the soreness away. If this was punishment, I'd take it forever.

Then, with Linda still working on my dick, I felt a squirt of something warm and slippery right inside my anus. I started to rise up involuntarily when mom said soothingly "Just take it easy, baby. Just a little lubrication. Let yourself feel good. Concentrate on what your sexy girlfriend is doing to you."

What Linda was doing to me was still pulling my cock backwards while she switched back and forth between giving me a tongue bath and giving me a great sucking. I wished I could see her, those shining red lips massaging my raging hardon. I was lost in such a dream-like state when I felt something pushing at my asshole. And it was bigger than a finger. Much bigger.

Again I was about to protest when I heard a click as mom pressed a button and I felt this incredible buzzing in the entrance to my ass that eased past my sphincter. "What the fuck, mom...!"

"Take your punishment, slut son! I keep telling you, in this room you are to only call me mommy!"

Linda finally spoke out "Punish his tight ass, mommy! Fuck him with that vibrator while I milk his big dick with my mouth and hand! Don't let him out of this!" And she returned to her oral assault on my throbbing dick.

That vibrator was about halfway into my ass now and Linda was devouring my dick and my balls. I wanted to end that assault in my ass...and yet at the same time, I didn't. I had to admit objectively, this didn't only feel fantastic but also, the kinky factor was off the charts.

Mom pushed the vibe into me as deep as she safely could and was pumping it hard, fucking my slippery ass with her tits pressed into my back. Linda was sucking me steady now, as well as rubbing my balls with her leather encased hand. Fuck, I was getting close to cumming...

Mom sternly smacked my ass again, bringing me out of my reverie, and growled at me "You don't get to cum until you've learned your lesson!" She used her hand not fucking my ass to grab my hair and turn my head to face her. "Do you understand?"

"Yes mommy" I feebly replied.

"What kind of man answers like that? I want to hear you!"

"Yes, mommy! I will be your good boy! Just tell sissy to let me cum already!"

"OK, better. Linda, milk your brother all over your face. Pump his dick good while I pump his ass. He's going to shoot that hot man cream all over that lovely face and make you a sticky mess!"

Linda was right under me now, jerking my cock with her fingers, fast, with the soft leather caressing my dong. She used her tongue only on my glans, applying wonderful pressure while mom slammed that vibe deep inside me and I could take no more. My cock throbbed and Linda had a bullseye view as my balls burst and I shot cum like an open faucet. Linda, to her credit, never flinched. She lapped up what she could eagerly, all the while manipulating my pulsing cock. Finally there was no more to be extracted (for the moment) and mom eased the vibrator from my ring and I collapsed onto my tummy. I looked at my sticky girlfriend who held out her arms to mom and said "Come here mommy. Lick me clean. Dirty mommy."

"Yes baby" mom whispered hungrily. They embraced and kissed passionately, so my thick man cream was all over both their faces. They then proceeded to lick each others cheeks and chins, doing a very good job of cleaning up my sticky, salty treat. Linda looked at me and said "Don't just lie there, this is yours as well. Come get some." I dragged myself up and first kissed Linda, taking a portion of my cum onto my tongue, then getting some of mom's portion as well. I probably ended up with at least half, more than either of them, but after what they just did to (and for) me, I had no complaints. My cock was already stirring from the kinky scene, but I still needed some time to get my strength back, and the girls were in need of release now.

I sat back and said "Why don't you two sexy sluts eat each other? Watching you will have my dick ready in no time, I promise."

Mom said "I've been wanting to taste your red haired snatch. Why don't we let my pervert son jack himself while we show him how a woman really eats pussy?"

"I'd love that, 'mommy', I've been smelling that fragrant cunt for the last hour and I'm salivating. But those pantyhose are going to be in the way."

"No they're not!" mom exclaimed as she tore a big hole over her panties and cunt with a huge ripping sound filling the air. "That should make it easier for you. And it should help get Gary's engine going quicker as well."

She wasn't wrong. They hadn't even started to please each other yet, and my cock was semi-hard again, soon to be a full stiffy and ready to go.

Mom laid back on the bed, her shredded pantyhose still covering her legs with a small patch of white panties over her snatch. Linda got on top of her, head to pussy, her lace black panties encasing her delightful ass. This was a perfect fantasy of mine, both panties and pantyhose, on my two favorite women. Each pulled the crotch of the others panties aside as they started probing with their tongues. As soon as I saw that, my cock was back to full hard, and I lightly touched myself as I watched Linda and my mom sampling each other.

They were having fun 69ing together, really getting into eating each other. The air had a great scent of blended pussies, and it was getting to me. Linda glanced up and saw me with my cock in my hand and she said "Don't waste it, Gary. Come over here and fuck your mother." She then pulled mom's legs back so her pussy was pointing upwards.

I made my way over on my knees with my cock pointing right at Linda's mouth. She gave me a few quick sucks, then put the head to mom's pussy lips. Mom audibly moaned and shook her hips from side to side, trying to get my dick inside her. I stayed up on my knees as I sunk my cock into my mom's needy snatch, getting deep inside her as Linda flicked her clit with the tip of her tongue. I was once again amazed at how snug her cunt felt wrapped around me. I looked down to the incredibly hot sight of my cock buried in mom's pussy while Linda was sucking her clit. It was enough to make me swell up, making our connection even tighter. Every five strokes or so, I pulled out and fed my cock to Linda, who sucked the pussy juice off me as if she was starved. Then back in mom's cunt, slamming her hard enough for my balls to slap her ass.

After about ten minutes of this, mom cried out "Don't you fucking dare pull out this time! Fuck me until I come, you dirty motherfucker!" I did as I was ordered and just kept fucking away, with mom's pussy making these nasty squishing sounds. Her juices were dripping down my balls and her ass. From Linda's reactions, I could tell mom was eating her hungrily. Mom brought her legs around my ass, and the feel of her nylon clad legs around me made me shoot my cum deep up her snatch, and my still hard dick was churning both our cream into a frothy texture. I pulled my spent cock from mom's swollen pussy and Linda enthusiastically dug into the salty creampie. Mom yelled out her orgasm and Linda finished just a few seconds later. Now we were all pretty well spent for the time.

We were all breathing hard, with my poor cock hanging limply between my legs. He needed a serious rest before he could function again. We all just cuddled mellowly, light touching and rubbing legs together. I said "Who's hungry? I can't be the only one."

Linda said "Wow, that's so romantic of you, Gary. I feel so special!"

She was giggling and mom said "You'll get used to him, dear. Usually he actually has more class than that."

"Can I help it if all this exertion made me hungry? You two give a guy a hell of a workout."

"Awww poor you!" mom said. "So much suffering!" as she squeezed my cheeks.

We made our way to the kitchen where we fixed a light lunch of cheeses and cured meats with the fresh bread. We sat around the kitchen table practically naked (actually, I was naked) and smiled as we munched, each of us feeling good and still wanting more. Just sitting there with two sexy, nude women was enough to peak my interest again.

We cleaned away the dishes and I sat back on one of the kitchen chairs. Mom said "Don't you want to come back to the bedroom, baby? Got some nice warm and tasty treats in there for you."

"I'd rather fuck you both here, in this chair and on this table." I reached for Linda and pulled her onto my lap while she giggled. "Come on, wouldn't you liked to get fucked while we sit in this chair? Or bent over the table while you go down on mom? I'd love to get behind you and pay back your ass for that spanking you helped give me." And I proceeded to give her a swift swat on his ass

"Hey!" Linda screamed, jumping up, laughing. "You want to spank me, 'brother'? I thought you liked my round, juicy ass!" she said as she slapped it herself, fairly hard.

"Don't leave mommy out of any spanking" mom added. "I love a good spanking. Perhaps my son would like to get even with mommy for making his ass sting earlier?"

"Oh, I'm definitely going to get my payback, mommy. Your ass will know my wrath!"

I held Linda in my lap, kissing her hard while I molested her ass with both hands, gripping it firmly. Her big tits were pressing into my chest until I bent my head and started kissing her chest all over,and she was squirming around, rubbing my hard member with her still panty clad ass.

"Don't leave me out of this!" mom declared. She was standing next to us with her right hand down the front of her little white panties. She was fingering herself while I was busy with Linda. So Linda reached out and pulled mom to her and she kissed moms gently round tummy and grabbed her ass. We were all making sucking or moaning sounds and the sexual energy of the room was overpowering. I stood up with Lin wrapped around me and laid her on the kitchen table with her ass at the edge and her legs dangling. Mom got on the table on her knees, straddling Linda's face, facing away so I had a great view of her ass, Linda pulling the now drenched crotch of moms panties aside and thrusting her tongue into my mothers dripping snatch.

I knelt to the floor and hand Linda's thighs on either side of my head. I got my shoulders under them. I lifted them a little and then pulled her swampy panties aside. The numerous orgasms Linda had already experienced made the scent coming from her pussy strong, to put it mildly. But in a very good way, intoxicating for me. I wasn't tentative at all; I just thrust my face in there and I let my tongue and lips go to town on the juicy, sweet cunt in front of me.

Both mom and Lin were grunting and shaking. As a result, the wood table was shaking too, so the legs of the table were rapidly clunking on the tile of the floor. I didn't stop though; I kept lapping up and down the tender crease of cunt and she was gushing cunt cream. What I couldn't get pooled on the surface of the table. Lin came with a series of grunts and spasms and I heard mom in a distant way (Lin's thighs were right around my ears) let loose a stream of foul language as she came all over Linda.

I helped them settle into chairs and catch their breath. Their bras and panties were a total mess, soaked and sticky with pussy and body dampness and moms pantyhose were in almost total shreds. Their hair was all disheveled and their makeup was a disaster. It was sexy in a kind of sleazy sort of way. In any case, my dick was standing at full attention, and it wasn't unnoticed.

Linda said "Before we take care of that lovely cock, I want to call my parents and tell them I'm spending the night. They want to talk to you, Janice, though it's just a formality. You do still want me to stay tonight, don't you?" Lin asked me primarily.

"Absolutely. I can't think of anything sexier than waking up tomorrow with two hot and gorgeous women in bed with me. Besides, I really do like you, Lin. Not just because of the sex, which is phenomenal, even when we're alone. I have a great time just hanging out with you, or going out together."

She flashed me a sweet and shy smile, clearly pleased not just to be invited to stay but to be so desired by a guy she was also falling for. She got her phone and called her folks. As we knew, they didn't have any problem with her spending the night here, but still they wanted to talk to mom.

She got on the phone. "Hi, this is Janice Stein. Hi, nice to meet you, Cara. Yes of course she can stay, Linda is welcome here any time. She's a delightful young lady. Sure, no trouble. Yes, I'd love to meet you both. Perhaps next weekend. Uh-huh. Ok, I'll have her home tomorrow by 3. Sure thing. Nice to talk to you too. Bye." She gave the phone back to Linda. "OK you're good to stay, honey. Tonight and just about any night. Your mom is very sweet, by the way."

"Thanks, Janice. She and dad are the most mellow people you'll meet, except mom also has a pretty wild sense of humor. I also get the feeling she has a wild past. Dad might as well, but he's good at keeping quiet."

"Well, if you still want to seduce them, you can use that. Maybe Gary and I can help. What do you think, Gary? Up for the challenge?"

"With both of you? How could they say no?" I said with excessive grace.

"Awwww, Linda, isn't he so sweet? He's also full of shit. Aren't you, my stud-son?" mom said, patting my face in her ball busting manner

"You two should take your act on the road. 'Janice and Gary, The Amazing Mother-Son Fucking-Ball Breakers." Lin said, getting in on the fun.

"Oh, I like her!" mom said. "She fits right in, in more ways than one."

"Speaking of fitting in," Linda said, stretching out on the table, "you people are being bad hosts. Your guest hasn't been fucked yet, and it's almost 5PM."

"My poor sister. Need your brothers big cock?"

"I sure do" she answered in her best innocent sister voice. "Right in my tight, little wet pussy. You gonna help me out?"

"Yes but there's something I have to do first." I grabbed mom, catching her by surprise, but she didn't protest when I guided her head between Linda's legs. I gently moved her head around so Lin's cream got all over her face before she grabbed Lin's thighs and went down on my girlfriend.

While mom was snacking on Linda's delicious pussy, I got behind my mommy and SPANKED!! her ass hard. Mom yelped into Lin's gaping cunt and I SPANKED! her again before she could even think of protesting. "Mommy liked spanking me, but now I'm going to keep spanking you!" SPANK! SPANK! Mom's ass was turning bright pink but besides her loud gasps, she never broke contact with Linda, who was writhing with pleasure. As Linda came, I SPANKED mom three more times. My hand stung, but I knew her ass stung more. I then moved her out of the way and I stepped between Linda's thighs and slipped my cock right into her soaked pussy.

"About fucking time!" Linda grunted as I fucked her with long, hard strokes the mashed her clit every time I thrust inside her.

"Hey! What about me?" mom cried. "You get me all hot and bothered and leave me fucking hanging?"

"Get on top of Linda, mommy" I told her. "Put your pussy over hers" I grunted, sweat pouring off my body.

Mom crawled up on the table, face to face with Linda. They were kissing hard while I thrust two fingers inside mom's grasping cunt. Both their bodies were twisting around, causing the table to move with them. The table was rocking on the floor very hard. I hoped the downstairs neighbors weren't home.

After a few minutes of fucking Linda's overheated cunt, I pulled out and stuck my cock up my mothers steamy snatch and fucked her. I went back and forth, pounding both my lovers. When I felt Linda was close, I stopped switching off and just concentrated on fucking her. Mom and Lin were making out and playing roughly with each other nipples.

"Oh fucker, I'm cumminggg!!" Linda screamed and a fresh gush of her fluids covered my cock and balls. I rode out her orgasm, slowing down with her until I felt her relaxing. Then I pulled out and went back to pumping mom's needy pussy as hard as I could. I was tiring quickly by this point. I needed to get mom off and I needed to get a breather. I didn't care if I came or not, but I wasn't going to let mom be disappointed. Linda helped things along by grabbing mom's ass, digging her nails in, and sucking and biting her nipples.

Mom's eyes were scrunched closed. she was panting and whimpering, and Lin rubbed her over-sensitive clit. Mom's body spasmed violently as she cried out "Yes, my babies, make mommy cum now!" and a minute later, she did. The table rattled violently, nearly spilling the women to the floor, but they managed to stay on. I kept my cock inside mom as long as she kept experiencing the effects from her orgasm but when she finally settled down I collapsed into the chair right behind me. I was covered in perspiration, my back ached a bit and my cock was still stiff as a board.

Mom climbed off the table, then helped Linda down and they both chose chairs and sat. Nobody had the energy to even speak at that point. Then Linda noticed my dick standing up and panted "How are you still hard, Gary? Why didn't you let yourself cum?"

"I was just concentrating on making sure first you, and then mom, got off. I guess I didn't think of myself. I already came twice this afternoon; my body needs a rest."

Mom said "Oh no, I told you before, I'm not leaving you to walk around like that. Either go take a cold shower or leave it to Linda and I to get you off. Your choice."

One definitely sounded better than the other. "Mom, of course I pick the latter. Cold showers are for maniacs, anyway. So you do what you want with me."

Mom said "Just spread your legs as wide as you can."

"Mom, I must stink down there. I mean, I'm sweaty and I have both your pussy juices all over me."

"Good. You smell like a very sexy man just befnore he takes a much needed shower. All sorts of pheromones flying around. Linda, come here next to me. Get a little lower down so you can get to his ass. You're going to rim him while I suck on his cock. I bet we make him cum within five minutes. Maybe less."

Linda took a gentle bite from my inner thigh, making me involuntarily jump a little. I lifted my tired legs as much as I could, and Linda pulled my cheeks apart and flicked her very talented tongue around the entrance in small circles. While she teased my puckered anus so skillfully, mom took just the head of my cock in her mouth and swirled around with the tip of her tongue. She used her right hand to stroke the shaft while Linda rubbed my balls, so every bit of my most sensitive areas were being stimulated. Two warm wet mouths, two sets of hands, warm breaths. Mom was right, I wasn't going to need very long at all.

Linda stopped rimming long enough to look up and me and whisper, in her sultriest voice "Come on, baby. You know you want to blow a nice think load for us. Maybe I should put my finger up your ass? Yeah, I know you love that, you nasty fucker." She then pushed her slender finger in my ass with ease.

"Aw, fuck, here I cum..." My ass gripped her finger and I shot a pretty decent load considering it was my third of the afternoon...well, almost evening. Mom caught it all in her mouth and just swallowed it down with a satisfied smile.

Linda said "You could have saved some for me, Janice. At least you could have swapped some with me."

"You can have his cum later tonight all to yourself."

I opened my eyes exaggeratedly wide. "Later tonight?" I fake objected. We all chuckled at that before we decided to clean up. We wiped down the table thoroughly, washed the floor and countertops, changed the sheets on moms' bed, and then finally took showers. Mom took hers alone in her master bath, while Lin and I had our own in my bathroom. As much as we'd had fun with mom, it was nice to have a little alone, intimate time with Linda. We didn't screw in the shower (that would have required some superhuman effort on my part) but we were playful and romantic, sharing kisses and touches, soaping each other up. Just being a playful couple. It was fun. No, it was great. I really liked Linda, and I was falling for her. I hoped she felt that same, but I wasn't going to risk fucking up this great day. We all met in the kitchen, all naked head to toe. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

We got cold drinks and discussed when to make the salmon. Mom said "We should talk about you and your parents, sweetie. I think you'll be able to seduce them pretty easily, and then maybe Gary and I can join in. I have some ideas..."

She sure did. Linda smiled a naughty grin. This just might work.

461 Panties, Pantyhose and Mom P4

Rabbitman55

After dinner, we sat in the living room, still naked, and talked, at first just all getting to know each other, meaning Linda learned things about mom and me and we learned things about her, things I did and didn't already know. And the more I leaned about Lin, the more there was to like. She wanted to be a Special Education teacher, and she adored children. She planned to work at a summer day camp before college started, where she worked for a few years. "If you don't know what you're doing for the summer yet, Gary, you should look into working there. They always need counselors. It's fun, and you still have your weekends and evenings to yourself. And you'll get to spend more time with me" she smiled with a little teasing look. "Seriously, it's fun, outdoors, and it's rewarding. You also meet new people, summer friends. I love it each year."

I had no idea what I was going to do for the summer. I was inclined to just bum around and hit the beach, though mom wasn't thrilled with that plan. "Can I think about it? I've never worked with children before; I don't know if I'd be any good at it."

"Of course you should think about it. Though, you'd get to see me in a bathing suit every day..."

"Gary," mom said, "if you don't do it, I just might! Just to see her in a bikini...mmmmm!"

Linda laughed. "Sorry, no bikini's. They kind of frown upon it. They think the male staff will be too distracted at the pool, and they might be right! But I have some one piece suits that will make you forget about a bikini."

"I'll think about it. Sounds better than doing nothing. Make a little money at least." It sounded good, actually, but I still needed to think this over.

"Ok, now, onto more immediate concerns" mom said. "I have a thought how you might seduce your parents, Linda, especially in light of what your mom said when Gary picked you up, that there wasn't much she wouldn't do, or something like that?" Linda nodded her assent. "Start simply. What do you wear around the house, you know, at night, when you're alone with them?"

"Just a long robe, usually, or a long shirt, almost down to my knees. Very modest."

"Well, that's the start, dear. You need to be more provocative, to put the seeds in their heads, and see how they react. If they don't object too strenuously, it's a good start. Then do subtle things, like sit on your fathers lap wearing something with a very short length, barely covering your panties. And wear sexy panties when you do. You've seen what that simple thing does to Gary. A lot of men are like that with sexy panties. It gets them very excited. Maybe your father will get a hard on involuntarily. Then see how your mother reacts. Does she tell you to put more clothes on, or tell you you're too old to be sitting on daddy's lap." The way my mom said 'daddy' caused Linda to let out a moan as she closed her eyes. The thought of fucking her father really got to her.

"I almost wish I was home tonight to try it out...almost" Linda said with a wicked smile. "I can't believe my pussy is wet again. Just thinking about fucking them has me burning up!" She looked at me with need on her face. And my cock was actually starting to rise again. 18 is a great age.

"Well, I think I'll leave you two alone for the night. I think you need some time together. We can still have some fun tomorrow before Linda has to go home."

"Mom, you don't have to go. We don't mind, do we?" I was trying to be polite, but I did really want some alone time with Linda.

"I do have to go, honey. You need some personal time. I'll see you both in the morning. Love you both." Mom kissed us both, much better than a mother would normally kiss her son and his girlfriend. Damn, I was thinking of Linda as my girlfriend. And it made me very happy to do so.

After we heard her door close, I held Linda in my arms and kissed her as my sweet lover. "I really like you, Lin. A lot."

"I was just thinking the same thing. I can't believe I treated you so bad so recently. I feel terrible about it, still."

"Stop feeling like that. It's long forgotten and you've made up for it a thousand times over." I caressed her cheek and kissed her softly. Linda liked that a lot and she made a soft purring sound.

"You're so good to me. I'm glad your mom left us alone for the rest of the night. Even if we're done being playful" Linda said as she looked to me hopefully.

"I know what's on your mind, you naughty girl. Come to my bed, babe. I'm sure we can think of something to do."

She kissed me, then ran her tongue into my ear. "I'm as naughty as you want me to be or as good as you need me to be. As long as you're the same for me. Now take me to bed."

It was a great night, on top of a great day. The cherry on top, so to speak.

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After another great threesome with mom, we showered and I took Linda home. Again, we stopped around the corner for a little private time before I dropped her off. We kissed and held each other as best we could.

"I know we'll see each other tomorrow at school, but right now it seems like weeks away" Linda said softly. "I don't know how I'll manage."

"It does feel like a long time. You're the best thing to happen to me in a long time."

"You really mean that, Gary?" she asked, looking up at me.

"I do. You're a great woman, Lin. Fun, funny, sexy, beautiful and smart. What more could a man ask for?" We sat quietly with our thoughts for a few minutes. "Are you going to try to seduce your parents?"

"Honestly, I'm very nervous about it. I'm going to try, though. I have to know. If they shut me down, so be it. As long as they don't think I'm a freak."

"I think you're a freak. You're freaky, anyway." We chuckled as we kissed.

"Takes one to know one, asshole" she said with a giggle. I broke into laughter too, and we laughed over a dumb joke, if you can call it that. "I wish you were going to be there to help me. What if they disown me?"

"Lin, they're not going to disown you. You're their daughter and they adore you. But, if for some strange reason they did, you can always call me to come get you. I'll help you out and so will my mom. You won't be homeless, I guarantee it. Now relax, and, if you want, put your plan in motion. Call me later if you want or need. I'll have my phone handy. We'd better get going; you're already 10 minutes late." I started my car but before I could put it into gear, Linda grabbed my hand and held it.

"I think I love you, Gary. Crazy, isn't it. After just a few weeks. You don't have to say it back. It's too soon, I know." She looked down at our joined hands.

"What if I want to say it?"

"Huh?" She looked at me like my words didn't register with her.

I enunciated slowly. "I said what...if...I...want...to...say...it?"

"Do you Gary? Really, do you?"

"I think I love you too, Linda. Same with me. I hurt when we're not together and it only feels good when we're together. I think that's the beginning of love."

She threw her arms around my neck and kissed my face all over. "Damn you, Gary. Now I really don't want to let you go. I just want to bring you home and make love with you, get wildly fucked, then make love again" she said through some light tears.

"Sounds wonderful, Lin, but your dad said you had to be home by three, which was 10 minutes ago. What's so important, anyway?"

"We're Italian. Sunday dinner is a big thing with us. Sometimes my aunts and uncles come over, with my cousins as well. Today, it's just me and my parents, though my mom will still cook enough for 12. We'll be eating leftovers all week, not that I mind."

"It might be a good chance to start working on your parents. Wear something very sexy, something you'd never wear around them for dinner. It could get the ball rolling."

"Why don't you join us? We can flirt in front of them, Get them nice and hot."

"I can't, honey. Too bad we didn't think of this earlier. We could have had my mom here also. Who knows what might have happened."

"Come in with me, baby. We'll ask my parents if you can stay, or invite your mom and you can go get her while I get ready. My pussy is itching just thinking about this."

"OK, let's give it a try. Could be a lot of fun, and even if not, we love really good Italian food."

Lin kissed me and we went to her house, now 15 minutes late. Her father frowned at her when we walked in the door. "You're late, young lady. You know dinner is in 45 minutes."

"Sorry, daddy" she said with a slight emphasis on 'daddy', with a little sexy lilt. "Can Gary and Janice join us? I know mom made enough to feed an army. They were so good to me yesterday and this morning. Please?" He had no idea just how good we were to her.

Bill said "Let's talk to your mother. Gary, just give us a second, ok?"

"Sure, Bill, no problem."

It was only a minute later when all three of them came out from the kitchen. "Hi, Gary, nice to see you again" Cara said in a flirty manner of her own. Yeah, there were definite possibilities here.

"You too, Cara."

"So Gary, why don't you call your mother and see if she wants to come over. We always have plenty of food on Sunday's. And any friends of Linda's is always welcome." Cara wasn't only flirty and lovely, but she was very sweet as well.

I called mom on my phone, and she took a half a second to say yes. She told me she'd drive over herself, so I should just relax and she'd be over by 5. "Mom," I spoke low into the phone, "wear something special."

"Oh I will" she giggled. "See you soon, baby."

Cara said "Well, since we're having company, I'd better go change. Bill, you and Gary can add two more placesettings while Linda and I get dressed. Hmm I have to figure out what to wear to meet your mother, Gary!" she said with a giggle of her own. She lit up like a schoolgirl. It was very cute and sexy. And I swear I could see a bit of an exaggerated wiggle of her ass as she climbed up the stairs, followed by Linda, who gave me a sexy wink over her shoulder that her father saw as well.

Bill and I reset the table with two more placesettings without saying much at all. He had me help him get a large platter from a high cabinet and he said, while I held this heavy, huge, expensive serving piece "I have a pretty good idea what you and Linda were up to yesterday, Gary." I froze, afraid I'd drop that beautiful platter if I so much as breathed wrong. "Linda is an adult, she can make her own choices in life. Cara and I don't treat her like a child. I just want to make sure you treat her with respect and don't hurt her unnecessarily. She's a smart, clever and gorgeous young woman, don't forget it." The way he said gorgeous told me he thought of his daughter at least a little more than in a fatherly manner.

I handed him the plate and I said "Bill, I really like Linda, a lot. I'll always be good to her. And my mom adores her already. You should see how they get along" I said in a way that had to make him wonder a little.

We finished setting the table and all that was left was to wait for the ladies to join us. Linda was first, and she made a memorable entrance. Lin wore a royal blue dress that fit her like a second skin and came to just above her knees. I couldn't be certain if she was wearing hose or not; if so, they were very expensive. Black high heel pumps and a strand of pearls, real or faux, gave her a look more mature than her years. Light makeup and brushed out natural red hair completed the vision of sensual delight in front of her father and me. And he was taking notice as well; I could see him checking her out, and so could Linda.

A few minutes later, Cara came down, and she was also stunning, in her way. Petite but curvy. She wore a light blue blouse and a black skirt that hugged her ass like a sheath. She did wear hosiery, black, that clung to her short but shapely legs, and she also wore black pumps, but with a chunkier heel. A gold chain around her neck with a small cross was simple but classy. Lovely.

"You're a lucky man, Bill" I said kind of cheekily. "You get to live with two of the most gorgeous women alive."

"Isn't he the charmer" Cara said with a lusty lilt to her voice. "Hold on to him, Linda. Men like him don't come along often, especially not at your age."

A few minutes later, just after 5, the bell rang and Cara and Bill answered, meeting mom and inviting her in. Both Linda and I kissed mom on her cheeks, though we both wanted to kiss her lips. Mom wore a red dress that hugged her bust but flowed around her hips. She wore sheer stockings that had a black thick line right up the center of the back of her legs, with red strappy sandals. She was just as sexy and stunning as Cara and Linda.

After a cocktail for the "adults" (Lin and I had iced tea) we sat down to a feast. Mom could cook when she had the time, but Cara could have run a restaurant. Baked clams, chicken with Italian herbs, veal meatballs, pasta with homemade sauce (or gravy, as Lin's family called it) and salad, and all enough for 10 instead of the 5 we were, and all of it delicious. Oh, and warm, fresh bread. We ate like it was our last meal, and there was enough left over for another round of people.

After Lin and I cleaned up (and snuck some kisses and pinches in the kitchen), we joined our parents in the family room. Our folks were all getting along great, and Bill was flirting with mom openly, with Cara's obvious consent. Even she and mom were flirting with each other. Instead of sitting together, Lin sat next to her father, very close, and I sat between mom and Cara, who was cozying up to me. When mom noticed that, she got close from my other side.

Having not one, but two sexy older women so snug against me was playing havoc with my hormones. It was even worse when I watched Lin rubbing her leg against her father's leg. Poor Bill was the only one who looked like he didn't know what to do, whether to take his daughter in his arms and then take her or to leap up and throw mom and me out of his house. The rest of us seemed to be ready for anything, but it had to be all or nothing. So around 8:30 mom and I got up and made our excuses about having to leave, early day tomorrow and all that. Lin took me to the kitchen to kiss me goodnight with a little privacy and whispered in my ear "Go home and fuck your mom, baby. Just tomorrow behave, so you have a full tank for me Tuesday after school! I think by the end of the week something will change here. If it all works out, Saturday night could be a very special night! Now, go have some fun while I suffer without, and we'll see each other in the morning. I love you, Gary."

"I love you too, Lin. I'm sorry you're just going to have to take care of yourself tonight. Call me later if you want; maybe mom and I can talk you off. Or will that make you jealous?"

"A little. But I know it's just sex for you and Janice. Your heart belongs to me."

"It does. You naughty, sexy woman. Would you like to come over tomorrow?"

"As well as Tuesday? Very tempting. Let me see how much homework I get tomorrow. Not all of us are so brilliant."

Before I could respond, mom called to me "Gary, stop kissing that lovely girl already! We should get going!"

"Sorry, honey, I have to go." We kissed a final time, a kiss that made me ache for Linda. She was very easy to fall in love with.

I followed mom home and in the elevator, she said "I have a feeling things are going to happen pretty quickly in that house. Like in a matter of days."

"Linda and I were saying pretty much the same thing when we were alone in the kitchen. You seemed to hit it off with Bill and Cara."

Mom smiled. "I did. Cara is a lot of fun, and she seems like a little ball of sexual energy. Bill has it in him too, but he's more cautious. But I don't see him holding out with those two around him. Linda needs to keep the pressure on him."

The elevator stopped on our floor, I opened our door and by the time it closed mom and I were groping and kissing like we'd been deprived for weeks, not a few hours. We stood there in the entranceway with our arms around each other and our tongues darted in and out of each others mouths.

"Mom, I'm going to fuck you so hard. My only question is do you want it here in the living room or in the bedroom?"

"Well, first I want it in my pussy and my mouth. As for which room. why not both?"

Why not indeed. We staggered over to the couch and before I sat her down, I unzipped her red dress and pulled it over her head. That's when my cock reached a new level of hardness.

She had on a red bra and panties that matched her dress, and her lined stockings, which were almost invisible on her legs, had a matching red thick elastic band on her thighs. My mom knew how to dress for success and for sex.

She sat on the couch in front of me and unbuckled my belt and opened my pants. Mom reached in a pulled out my cock from my briefs, which were down around my upper thighs. She grabbed onto my dick and pumped it in her warm, slender hand, making me moan out loud. "You wanted to see your girlfriend fuck her father, didn't you, Gary. You wanted to see her kneel on the floor in front of him with her broad ass sticking out while she sucked on his dick. And you wanted me and Cara to do the same to you. Tell me, Gary. Tell mommy what you wanted to see."

Fuck, I wanted mom to suck me, but she kept jerking my dick while she talked all that filth. "Yes, mommy, I really wanted to see Linda blow her daddy. I wanted her mom to lift the bottom of her dress and finger and lick her juicy cunt from behind. And I wanted to fuck both you and Cara right there on the floor." I felt my mom tease the head of my dick with her wet tongue as she held the root in her hand and the other hand cradle my swollen balls.

I had to hold onto mom's head to keep myself steady on my feet. "Keep telling me what you wanted to see" mom moaned. She was sucking the head only, her hot hands on my genitalia as she teased the crown.

"I hoped Cara would pull Linda's panties aside as she ran her tongue up and down her daughter's muff. Maybe she would have put a finger in her asshole too. Cara seems like the type that will do almost anything in bed. Then Bill should have fucked Linda hard from behind while she buried her face in her mother's gash. Maybe they all would have cum together. He could have pulled out and shot his load all over Linda's gorgeous ass."

Mom took my whole length into her mouth and she was bobbing up and down quickly while my fingers grasped her short hair as best I could. I groaned as I fucked her hot mouth and her spit was all over my dick and my balls, and a strand of her slobber fell to the carpet. "Oh, fuck, Gary. You've got to fuck me now. Come and take mommy any way you want!"

I didn't need to be asked again. I pushed her back and grabbed her legs, pulling her so her ass was hanging off the edge of the cushion. I got to my knees and pulled mom's red panties to the side. I stuffed her cunt with my cock just as the musky scent of her hit me in the face, inspiring me to fill her to the hilt. Between mom's spittle on my cock and her own natural moisture, fucking her was smooth and easy, even as tight as she was.

"Mom, you feel so fucking good" I moaned. "Like warm, wet velvet."

"Your cock is pretty great as well, son" mom grunted. "Just keep fucking me nice and hard. And you're supposed to call me mommy!"

"I thought only in your bedroom. We're in the living room."

"True, but isn't it so much hotter that way?"

She was right. "Sorry, mommy. I'll try to remember." I pushed her legs way back so her knees were almost on her tits. I was able to get deep inside her pussy, and it felt great for both of us.

Mom said through her gasps "I think Linda is going to be fucking her parents very soon, Maybe even tonight or tomorrow. When are you bringing her here again?"

It was hard carrying on a conversation while fucking mom. She wrapped her legs around my hips and gripped me with her muscles. "Oh fuck, mommy...I'm bringing her home Tuesday. I think. Let me just fuck you for now, mommy."

"Of course, baby. I've been so damn horny since I met her parents. I thought we just might have an orgy right then and there. I really wanted to see what Bill is packing between his legs. And Cara looks like she might just have a very delicious cunt. Like mother, like daughter."

Just thinking about that made me lunge harder into mom's wonderfully wet pussy. My full balls kept slapping moms ass with every thrust. We were both grunting loud and hard. I spread out my legs for better leverage and just pounded away.

"Keep fucking me, Gary. Keep fucking mommy's hot cunt. Don't you dare stop!"

I leaned over so I could suck on mom's right nipple, rolling it with my teeth and tongue and she cried out as she came, her legs moving wildly about. I thrust deep a few more times, and I groaned "I'm going to cum, mommy!" She pushed me off and grabbed my dick, aiming it at her tits. "Cum on mommy's tits, baby. Cover them in your seed!", which I did, spraying her big tits with spurts of my hot cream. I was dripping the last of my load and mom licked the tip of my cock, sending a final shudder through my body.

"Tasty as always" mom said licking her lips. She scooped up some of my cum from her tits and licked her fingers clean, a very nasty sight to see.

"You could have a hell of a career doing porn, mom" I joked with her.

"Yeah, if only I didn't have this successful career as a partner in a tax law firm. I don't think the two careers would be compatible, though, do you?" she said, kissing my cock one last time.

"Well, some of your partners might just enjoy it. I can see the title now. 'Janice does the Board Room." Something like that."

"Most of those old men couldn't keep up with me, even if they could get it up. Do you want to come and fuck me again in bed after you say goodnight to Linda?"

"She's supposed to call me if she can. If she does, I told her we'll both give her good night that will get her pussy creaming."

"A phone sex threesome? Aren't you a dirty devil" mom said as she kissed first my chest and then my lips. "Go get cleaned up a bit, then come to bed with me. We have to do what we can before it gets late. Work and school tomorrow, after all."

Lin never called that night. Mom and I had to be satisfied just fucking each other. The sacrifices we have to make in life.

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Linda always got a ride to school with her friend Marci, a very cute, somewhat chubby, short-haired blonde who was also vivacious. She'd made a great girlfriend for the right guy.

Lin was waiting for me by the parking lot when I got there and she came to me with a sparkle in her eyes. We kissed hello and she whispered to me "Any chance you're free today instead of tomorrow? I have GOT to tell you what happened after you and your mother left last night, but I don't have enough time now. I promise, you'll like what you hear and," she said in a low, conspiratorial voice "I'm so horny if you say no, I'm going to have to fuck Mr. Green during second period!" she teased. Mr. Green was her economics teacher and he was young and very good looking.

"You can definitely come home with me after school. Just you know I'm going to be going crazy all day wondering what happened last night" I said to her curiously.

"I'll just tell you I didn't get fucked last night, but I'm my pussy is already dripping wet. By the time we get to your place, my panties are going to be glued to me. Love you." She gave me a quick kiss and hurried off to class.

Again, it was hard keeping my mind on classwork. I knew she didn't get laid last night, but there were all sorts of possibilities going through my mind. 2:30 seemed like weeks away.

Finally. 2:30. Lin met me at my car and, after sharing a big wet kiss in front of half the student body, we got in. As I drove I said "So, you want to tell me what went on last night?"

"Sure, baby." She turned on her seat and reached down to unzip my pants.

"Whoa, what are you doing, Lin? We're not exactly behind closed doors here."

"You'll need the freedom if you want to hear this. Your choice, do I start now or when we get to your place?"

"It's only ten minutes, Lin. Let's just wait, ok?"

"Spoiled sport" she said with a pout, and we just listened to music while I drove. Into the garage, into the elevator, into my apartment. We were in a deep kiss in exactly the same spot as I was with mom the night before. Lin wrapped her left leg around me, humping her pussy against my crotch. "Fuck I'm so hot. Let's go to your room and I'll tell you all about it while we get naked."

We got to my room, and Linda was kissing my chest as she undid my shirt buttons. "After you left," she started as we were kissing and stripping "it was obvious my dad was hard. And I mean steel. I could see the outline of his cock along the right side of his crotch. He's got to be at least 8 inches, maybe more. He was flustered, and didn't seem to know what to say to me. I was standing there and I thought my pussy juice was going to soak through my panties and puddle on the floor. You should know, my parents are pretty open about being sexual. I mean. they never had sex in front of me or anything, but when they're horny, they're not shy about why they go to their bedroom. And that's what they did, right then, they said goodnight to me and practically ran to their room.

"I couldn't believe they left me like that. They had to know how desperate I was." Our clothes were now in a pile on the floor as we kissed and rubbed our bodies against each other on my bed. I was stiff as a board and Lin was leaking so much her inner thighs were shining. "I was so furious, but I was burning up, like I am now" she said as she grabbed my hand and shoved it between her legs. She was like a steam bath between her thighs, but I didn't want to do anything until I heard the rest of the story.

"I just was going to go to my room, call you, and finger myself while listening to you and your mom fuck. But as I was going to my room, I could hear my parents, already screwing, and they were so loud! And they were talking. Fuck, Gary, please go down on me while I tell you this. I need some attention, very badly."

"I was going to wait until you were done with your story, babe."

"I don't think I can wait. Please, Gary? Eat my hot pussy."

I couldn't deny her, so I got between her thighs, and I could see all her juices clinging to her lips and pubic hair. I kissed and licked the inside of her thighs, getting a good taste of her sweet, creamy juices and causing her to quiver and moan. "Keep telling me what happened, babe."

"Oh god, Gary... my mother was saying to my father 'Honey, do you think Gary and Janice are fucking? It sure seemed like it to me.' And she was crying out as she was obviously getting fucked. I could hear their bodies slapping together. Dad said 'Me too. And I think they've got Linda involved with them. She was rubbing her leg on mine and I got so hard. I really wanted to fuck her right there in front of the three of you.'

I licked up to the joint where Linda's thigh met her groin and she arched her back and cried out. "Gary, put your fucking tongue in my cunt already, you fucking tease! Yes, like that, eat me!" I was lapping at her pussy and she was gooing all over my face and down the cheeks of her ass. "More, Linda, tell me more."

She was panting with lust. "Mom said 'I would have loved to see that, you nasty man. And I would have fucked them both while we watched you. And after you came in or on our daughter, I would have licked it up. We've been thinking of fucking her for a while now. We should do it. She wants it, can't you tell? Fuck, I want it too!'

"Daddy was really fucking her hard, and I had my dress hiked up over my hips and I buried my fingers in my panties while I listened. They kept talking like that, and I just had to see them, whether I got in trouble or not. I opened their door partway and daddy was behind mom, and he was slamming what looked like a very big dick in and out of her soaked cunt. OH, Gary, I'm cumminggg..." and she gushed all over my face. Her hips were bouncing off my bed and I could barely hold on to her hips. "Gary, they saw me watching them. They didn't stop, they didn't yell, they actually kept going hard like they were giving me a show! I kept fucking my fingers in my panties as they watched and I came as hard as I ever did, and then daddy buried his dick deep and grunted as he filled my mother's cunt. She cried out and came also. Oh god, so fucking good, Gary..." as she ran her fingers through my hair.

Now I was desperate for Linda, between eating her delicious pussy and hearing this incredible story. I rolled on my back and pulled Linda on top of me. She was on one knee and one foot flat on my bed as she rubbed the head of my dick all through her pussy. "You want to fuck me now, Gary, don't you. You want this incestuous pussy. I'm going to fuck my parents tomorrow night. I can't wait any longer. And then we're going to all fuck you and your mom!" I grabbed her hips and just pulled her down onto my dick, burying myself in her juicy cunt. We didn't go slow to start; we just were fucking hard and fast right from the start. Linda's tits were bouncing with ever movement down and I met her thrusts with my own counter thrusts.

"Fuck me, 'sis'" I said with grit in my voice. "Fuck your big brothers dick. We're going to fuck our parents together. We're the dirtiest family anywhere" I grunted. Lin was riding me like a bronco and she cried out with every slam downwards of her hips. I couldn't hold back much longer. "I'm ready, gotta cummm..."

"Cum inside me, 'brother'. Splash your hot seed inside me, Fill me, motherfucker. Or should I say sister fucker." I exploded a gusher and her pussy milked my dick as she came right after me. It was as hot and dirty a fuck as we had had so far, even without mom there. God, she was addictive.

Linda just collapsed on top of me, my dick still inside her. We kissed, soft and warm kisses. "I love you, my darling" I whispered in her ear.

"I love you too. It's a miracle we found each other. I don't think anyone else would understand us at all."

"Yeah, it's pretty unlikely. And how do we have parents like us? We're a group of freaks" I said, with both wonder and a touch of worry.

"Do you regret any of this, Gary? You know, sex with your mom, our wild fantasies, now my parents added in."

"You'd think it would bother me, but honestly, I don't regret any of it. What about you?"

"Same. Not at all. I actually love it. and I love just being with you, hot and sweaty or just tender and intimate, like right now. I couldn't even imagine talking about any of this with anyone else, not even my closest girlfriend. You realize how lucky we were to find each other? And if I hadn't freaked out that night about such a silly little thing, who knows where any of this might have led?"

"I don't know. I'm glad it's gone the way it has. And I'm really glad to be here with you right now, honey. You're amazing."

Linda got all teary. "Gary, I'm so happy with you. And I have to fuck my parents tomorrow. I just have to. I hope they'll be willing to take that leap with me. Knowing they feel like I do, that they want me so much, is going to have me horny as hell until I do something about it."

"You have to let me know what happens. I mean, I know you will, but I have to know!"

We giggled together, so at ease with each other. Lin was tracing her fingers through my chest hair and I was tickling her upper arm and shoulder. It felt really nice. Sweet. "Lin?"

"Yes, baby?"

"I want you again before I have to take you home."

"Hmmm. OK" she chuckled. "Talk me into it."

"But I just want to make love with you. Slow and loving."

"Mmmmm sounds wonderful. Come here and kiss me."

We embraced in a long kiss, then a series of kisses. It was very intimate, and after all the kink and wanton sex, this was a perfect way to show how we felt about each other deep down inside. After Lin played with my cock, bringing me back to fully erect, and I suckled on her breasts and neck, I got between her legs and slipped inside Linda very easily. She was still wet and sticky from our mingled juices, which helped me glide in and out. We went slow. We kissed and nibbled. We enjoyed each other in a way we hadn't done much so far. And it was wonderful.

I loved looking at Linda's face as she went through various emotions and sensations. I imagine she was seeing the same things in my face as I experienced the same things but in my own way.

"I love you, Gary. I love what your doing to me."

"I love you too, baby. This feels wonderful, doesn't it."

"Yes it does. But we need to finish, baby. I have to clean up a little before you take me home."

We concentrated on bringing each other to orgasm, and soon we were there, a long, intense and yet mellow climax for two. We laid there after, enjoying the glow, until Linda had to wash up. Then I took her home, which was always the hardest part about spending time with her. I would see her in school the next day, but instead of spending the afternoon together again, she had other ideas to pursue. I couldn't wait to hear about it.

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I spent the night catching up on homework and some term papers I needed to finish, and mom watched a movie, like a normal night at home before things had so radically changed. I joined her on the couch, and we just cuddled like we used to do. I have to admit, it was very nice slipping back into our traditional roles. I loved my mother deeply long before we became sexually involved.

"Did you spend time with Linda today, honey?" mom asked.

"I did. We had a very nice time together."

"You want to tell me what happened? Not the details; mostly, I just want to know what happened with her and Bill and Cara."

So I told her just what Linda had told me, how her parents had wild sex and did nothing to hide it from Lin, and how they watched each other with Linda masturbating in front of them. It was getting to mom, hearing the dirty details.

"Gary, honey, I know you were with Linda today, but would you at least go down on me? Hearing what happened with them has my pussy itching. ou don't have to fuck me if you don't want to, but I could at least use your talented tongue. Don't say no, baby, please. Mommy's feeling desperate."

I could see her need written on her face, and I couldn't leave her like that, just like she didn't like leaving me with a hard cock. "Of course, mom...I mean, mommy." I kissed her and gave her right breast a squeeze through her robe, a soft and pliant overflowing handful. She moaned into my mouth, hungry for me and I admit, just touching and kissing her had my cock making its presence known. But mom first.

I helped her slip out of her robe, and she was now just in a pair of paisley green and white panties. I'd used them a number of times to get my satisfaction, and seeing them on her body was a thousand times hotter. I loved the way her panties clung to her cleft, right below the slight curve of her tummy. I could even see a small wet spot right where her thighs met at her pussy.

I kissed her some more while my fingers of my right hand teased and tweaked her nipples, causing mom to squirm and rub her thighs against each other. "Gary, you have to taste me right now, or I just might have to punish you!"

"As much as I usually like that, I think I'll skip the punishment tonight, mommy. Just one question: panties on or off?"

"Off tonight, baby. I need to feel your whole tongue and lips" she said seductively. She raised her hips and I tugged her panties down her thighs and off her legs, leaving her wonderfully exposed to me. I knelt again on the floor and I lifted moms legs onto my shoulders, pushing them back so I could turn my mother's cunt into my late snack.

I kissed her tummy, working from above her belly button down to that very sensitive area between the navel and her pubic hair, and she whimpered as I kissed and licked all around there, with that small roll of extra flesh curving out. Then lower, to her mound of hair, soft and trimmed, with some droplets of her dew glistening there. I used my thumbs to pull her lips apart, and her clit popped out from behind its hood, so I gave it a soft slow lick, and mom shuddered. "Gary, baby, you're so good to mommy" she gasped.

"I love pleasing my mommy" I whispered to her as I moved between her thighs, where my five o'clock shadow scratched her hyper sensitive skin. I let my tongue probe and explore her sweet pussy as I poked in and out of the entrance to her delicious center. Mom lifted her ass high off the couch as I delved into her. My hands held her wide apart and I licked from her asshole all the way up to her clit and then back down again in a long oval. She was leaking her juices and I tried to keep up to keep them from soaking into the cushions. Mom grabbed onto my hair, guiding me where she wanted me.

"Gary, make me cum, make mommy cum. I need to get off so bad" she implored. Being a good son, I thrust two fingers deep inside while my lips and tongue went to her clit. While my fingers pumped her tight wet cunt I sucked her clit, softly, while flicking it with the tip of my tongue. She was crying now, her body tensing up and then relaxing for a moment before going tense again. Then finally she had an explosive climax right there on the couch, her legs closing tight around my face, almost smothering me in her creamy cunt. It was hard to breath, but I wasn't complaining at all.

"I'm cumming, Gary! Cumming fucking hard!" and her gooey juices soaked into my face. I kept sucking gently, very gradually easing the pressure from my lips, until mom just shuddered a few times before going limp. I kissed her pussy gently, and mom purred softly as I got off the carpet and sat next to her and took her into my arms.

She couldn't say anything, not for a few minutes. She did snuggle so we were kind of spooning there on the couch, as she made small sounds of contentment. Eventually she said "You're such a good son. So sweet and caring. What I wouldn't give to meet a man like you, just close to my own age. I must have done something right raising you."

"Mom, you did everything right. I couldn't ask for a better mother. You're the best, and I love you."

She reached back to caress my thigh and ass and she said "I love you too, sweetie. More than anything in the world. Do you want me to show you how much I love you, honey?"

I did, but it was late now, and we had to get up early. Besides, it wasn't as if Linda hadn't taken good care of me earlier. "How about you make it up to me another night, mom? A night when we can take our time. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe you can come home early, even."

"Maybe I can. What about Linda?"

"If all goes well, I have a feeling she won't be available until the weekend. For her sake I hope so. And that might be great for all of us in the long run. Besides, I like my private time with my mommy."

"And I like my alone time with you, baby. You sexy, naughty boy. Ok, let's get some sleep. You can come to bed with me and cuddle if you like."

It sounded great to me. And it was. Great.

The next day, Linda wasn't in school. I was concerned, even a little worried. Maybe things went badly with her parents, maybe even worse than badly. At the beginning of 3rd period, I got a text from Linda. "Hi, my love. Don't worry about me; I'm fine, I promise. I'll call you tonight and fill you in. Love you lots! Lin". That put my mind at ease, but I was really curious. Tonight was a long way away.

I texted her back "Hey honey. Glad you're ok. I was worried about you. Thank you for letting me know. Love you too. Thinking of you. Gary." Simple and to the point.

I got home from school, and I noticed mom's car was in the garage. I went up the elevator, went into our apartment and called out "Mom? I'm home!" Quiet. I went to her room, but not there. So I went to my room and she was there, in my bed, where the whole thing between us started. She was lying back against my headboard and a couple of pillows. And she was "dressed" in an outfit that made my mouth go dry and my dick go hard. Top to bottom: a red lace bustier that came to her midriff, exposing her from above her tummy to her pubic line, where she had a matching red lace thong. Red thigh high stockings, also lace. And red spike heel pumps in patent leather. Aside from my sex drive, my mind was blank.

"I went shopping today. I played hooky from work. I'm a very naughty girl." She giggled like a schoolgirl, but she looked nothing like a schoolgirl, She looked like raw sexual lust. "Nothing to say, Gary? Cat, or should I say, pussy got your tongue? You used it so magnificently last night. I think I should return the favor. Stand by the bed, baby." I went to her, kind of on auto-pilot. As I stood there, mom turned and sat at the edge, right in front of me. She rubbed my cock through my jeans, feeling how engorged I was and how full my balls were. "Just what I was lying here hoping for, a nice big cock from my horny son." She kissed me over my cock, on my jeans, leaving a red streak of lipstick there.

"Do I call you mom or mommy in this room? You definitely don't look very mom-like in that outfit."

"I'll leave that up to you, baby. I can be your mom"...my button on my pants was undone..."I can be your mommy,"...the zipper came down..."or I can be your personal slut for the afternoon. Your choice." My pants and my boxers were pushed down to my thighs and my dick sprang up right in front of her, the head an inch from those red, moist lips. She just brushed her pursed lips on the tip of my cock and I felt my knees go weak. I had to hold onto her head to keep from just collapsing.

"You're my personal whore today. A nasty, sexy, beautiful and loving whore. All mine. Ahhh..." I gasped as her tongue flicked just under the head of my dick, making it bounce on her tongue,

"My big dick son wants his own whore for the afternoon. How much could I charge you? How much is your mommy-whore worth, baby?" She looked up into my eyes as her tongue continued to tease me.

"More than I could ever afford. Less than I would gladly pay for you. Oh god, mom. That's so dirty..." I moaned as her tongue, wet and hungry, went up and down the tube at the bottom of my cock.

"You like how your whore mother sucks you? You have a delicious dick, baby. Tell your whore what you want." Mom's voice was coated with lust.

"I want you to keep sucking my big dick until I'm almost ready to cum, but don't let me. I have to fuck you before I shoot my load. And you think about whether you want my cum on your body somewhere or in one of your nasty holes."

Mom was moaning all over my cock, humming on the glans, and a series of shudders went through me. She was going to have to stop soon if she had her timing right. She looked up at me with that hungry look that told me she was more than ready to fuck, right on my bed.

I started to tremble all over, which was a clear sign to mom to settle me down. "I think that's enough head, at least for now" mom said before planting a kiss right on the tip of my dick. She got on the bed on her hands and knees, reached between her legs to pull her thong to the right, and ran a finger from her other hands right up and down the crease of her wet cunt. Het heady scent filled the air and I pulled her cheeks wide apart so her pussy opened and her asshole winked at me. Before I put my cock in her, I rimmed her asshole a few times and she groaned as her pussy flexed open and closed. "Fuck me now, son. Fuck me like your own personal whore" mom begged.

"How could I say no to that?" I said with love as I pressed the head of my cock into her pussy. Once firmly in there, it was so easy to just fill mom's pussy with my cock, and she moaned as she felt each inch pass through the entrance. It always amazed me how snug mom's pussy was. She had fantastic control of her muscles. She clamped down on my shaft as I gripped her hips and started thrusting in and out.

"That's it, Gary" she grunted. "Pound that pussy hard. I don't want it gentle; I want to be taken by my big dicked son. So fuck me like the cheap whore I am."

I'd been hearing mom talk like this for a few weeks now, but it was just as huge a turn on as it was the first time. My feminist, tough as nails lawyer mom loved to be treated like a slut sometimes, and today was one of those times. I never would have believed it a month ago.

She was breathing hard with the rhythm of my thrusts. My hips were slapping her ass which resonated fairly loudly in the room. She reached back and was able to slap my ass, though not very hard; she didn't have enough leverage. Still, it spurred me on to increase the force of my assault of her pussy. We both were grunting like a couple of rutting animals. Mom came a couple of times, the second time loud enough that I thought about how we really needed a private house. "Mom, I'm going to cum..."

She slid off my dick but shifted so the underside was rubbing along the crease between her ass cheeks, back and forth until I twitched and shot my cum all over her back and ass.

"That feels so nice and warm, baby" mom purred. She reached behind her, spread it with her fingers, and tasted my seed. "Always delicious, Gary" mom said as she kind of fell forward on my bed, and I fell right behind her, spooning her and getting my semen on my tummy. Not that I cared about that.

We laid like that for a little while when my phone rang. Grudgingly, I got up and got my phone; it was Linda calling. "Hey babe, what's up? Having a good time?"

"No, I'm having an AMAZING time! The only thing that would make it better would be if you and Janice were here with us. Which my parents are looking forward to."

"So, fucking your parents is as good as you hoped, I gather."

"Better. They're as kinky as you two are. I actually needed a break from cumming; they can't get enough of me!" she giggled. "They'll do almost anything. Daddy has such a lovely cock."

"You're almost making me jealous, baby."

"Ha! I'm sure you'll be fucking your mom tonight."

"Actually, she took off work today and we just finished...for now."

"You're tempting me, Gary. I might have to forgo my parents and stop by there."

"You know you're welcome any time. But you and I should go out Friday night, alone time. In fact, we should make that a regular thing, Friday nights, set aside every week to be alone, go on a date. You know."

"Sounds great honey. This is great, but I need my alone time with you" Lin said sweetly. I was sexually well cared after from mom and Linda, and it looked like Cara was about to be added to the mix. But there was an emotional need as well, that only a girlfriend could really satisfy. I found that I really missed her, and it had only been a day since we were together. This girl was addictive indeed.

"So will you be in school tomorrow?"

"Of course. Today we all took off, though we started last night. I'll have to tell you about it when we're alone" she giggled again. "I really can't do it tomorrow; I'm falling behind on my schoolwork. I'm even going to have to watch how much time I spend with my parents. Can't fuck up this close to graduation."

"I know what you mean. It's hard to budget the time when we're having so much fun. So we'll see each other in school tomorrow, but I think we should just wait until Friday night to get together. But we'll make a whole night of it. You can even sleep over here; mom will let us alone...reluctantly" I chuckled.

"Good. I need my boyfriend. I love you, Gary."

"I love you too, Lin. I miss you."

Lin let that hang in the air for a moment. "Gary, I miss you too. I wouldn't think so, busy as I've been, but I do. We'll talk tomorrow. Text me later if you want. Say goodnight."

"I will. Love, babe."

We hung up and I went back to mom. "So how's Linda doing?"

"She's great. Evidently, her parents are as freaky as we are."

Mom touched her pussy absentmindedly. "Really? Have they been taking advantage of that sweet, innocent girl?" mom teased.

"I don't know who's exactly taking advantage of whom, but from the small amount of information she shared, whatever innocence she still had is now gone for good. The good news? We're invited over there all day Saturday. The bad? I'm not going to see her outside of school until Friday date night. She has school work she's falling behind on, and honestly, so am I. I have to use the next two afternoons to hit the books."

"I understand, honey. And I'll probably get stuck at work making up for today. But we can enjoy each other the rest of today and tonight. Can't we?" she said hopefully.

"We definitely can...mommy."

We had a great day. But Friday couldn't come soon enough. And Saturday.

462 Mom, You're The Best

DomJ69

It all began with a drunken night out with my best friend, Helen. It was late and I could see she had something on her mind as she sipped her wine. "What's up?" I asked.

"Nothing," she replied.

"We've known each other since school, so I think I know when something's wrong."

"Christ, Jen, do you realize we have been friends for more than thirty years now?"

"Don't avoid the question, Hel. What's up?"

"That's the problem," she replied and paused. "Nothing's 'up' if you get what I mean."

"Oh," was my automatic response.

"I do love Fred, but he can't keep up with me. I think he's hit the age where he's more interested in golf."

I laughed then noticed the serious look on her face. "Sorry," I said and composed myself. "You knew this day would come. He is twenty years older than you."

"Yeah, I know, but..." She paused and I eagerly waited. "I didn't know he would lose interest just as I hit my sexual peak."

Helen held her wine to her mouth but didn't drink.

"I've decided I don't want an affair, but I do want more sex," she said, as she leaned closer to me and whispered, "I'm going to find me a young boy-toy."

"Wow," I said, without thinking. "Got anyone in mind?"

Helen frowned. "No," she stated, "The idea of picking up a stranger in a bar... I can't do that"

"The gym?"

She sighed. "I wish. Bit too close to home, if you know what I mean."

"No, you don't want a reputation," I replied and sipped my wine as a thought entered my head. Over the years we had shared many sex stories and I knew Helen was a highly sexed woman. She drank her wine I could see she was serious. "What about John?"

"John?" She replied, slightly puzzled.

"He's back from university. He's a fit young man. I'm sure he'd be willing."

"Your John?" She asked wide-eyed, staring at me. "Your son, John?"

"Why not?" I asked, not believing I was actually trying to set up my son with my best friend. I took a second to look at Helen and thought she would definitely be most men's idea of a MILF. Petite, pretty face, nice hair, good body, and a few laughter lines.

"Jesus, Jen, are you sure? I mean... he's your son. You wouldn't mind me fucking him?"

I laughed out loud, hearing her put it so bluntly. I was feeling slightly drunk and an image of them having sex flashed through my mind.

"He's twenty-one," I casually replied. "He's old enough to decide what he wants. But no, it wouldn't bother me." Helen looked away and I could tell she liked the idea. Then I felt a warmth between my legs. "In fact," I said, maintaining my composure. "It would be good for you both."

"Are you serious, or is this one of your wind-ups?" She asked, looking at me with a mixture of shock and excitement on her face.

"Helen, I... I wouldn't joke about you having sex with my son."

"You wouldn't mind me seducing your little boy?" She said, teasing.

"Go for it," I replied, trying to remain calm.

Helen laughed, then looked me in the eye. "You wouldn't mind me sucking his cock?"

"I think he'd like it," I said and we both laughed.

"Do you think he'd like to bury his head between my legs?"

"Not if you've got a wild forest growing down there," I said, pointing to her crotch.

"Smooth as the day I was born," she stated proudly, then burst into laughter.

I've never thought of Helen sexually, but I suddenly pictured her naked pussy and felt a hot flush run through me.

"Oh, Jen, you're getting me hot and flustered. You sure you wouldn't mind me having 'hot sex' with your little boy?"

"He's not so little," was my retort and Helen almost choked on her wine. That caused me to laugh at my choice of words. "I meant he's a good bit taller than you," I managed to say, taking a sip of my wine to hide my blushes.

Helen tried to compose herself. "I thought you meant his cock," she said and erupted with laughter. It was infectious and I laughed with her.

"Oh, Jen, you do make me laugh."

"What if I told you I'm not joking?" I replied with a straight face.

"Wow!" She stated. "If you're okay with it, then yes, John would be perfect, but..." She looked away and gasped. "Oh I don't know, Jen. It's not like I could pick him up in a bar. How could I..." she broke off and looked away.

The warmth between my legs was getting hotter and I was surprised at my reaction. "I'll find out if he's interested. I can't think why he wouldn't be."

"Thank you, Jen. That would be so wonderful of you." Helen giggled and leaned in close. "I feel like I'm back in school. Do you remember when I asked you to find out if Tony Jackson was interested in me? That's how I'm feeling now."

We chatted about her past loves and how I had married my first love. I don't have a high sex drive and I'm happy to let my husband, Ben, get what he needs.

Helen is a different animal and had had many lovers before she met Ben. He was an older man who knew how to treat a lady. To use Helen's words: "He knows how to both make love to me and how to fuck me. He's much better than any of those 'boys' I've been with."

I woke the following morning with a mild hangover and checked my phone. A message from Helen: "Thanks for a great night. If you are OK with it, set it up."

Later that evening while we were having a family meal at the dinner table, I took a moment to look at John. He isn't particularly handsome, but he's an attractive young man with youth on his side. His sister, Zoe, two years his junior, is beautiful with long blond hair and legs up to her armpits.

When we finished the meal John helped me with the dishes. As he loaded the dishwasher I composed myself and asked with a quiet curiosity: "What do you make of Helen?"

He glanced at me. "What d' you mean? I've always liked Helen, she's fun."

"She said something about being called a, oh what was it," I paused, feigning ignorance. "A... a Milf, that's it. Is she one?"

John blushed. "I, uh..., I don't think I should answer that." He managed to reply.

"Why not?" I asked, knowing full well why not. "What is a milf anyway?"

"Uh, I think you need to look that one up yourself," he commented and started the dishwasher. He left the kitchen before I had my phone out. I know what a milf is, but wanted to continue my little act.

An hour later both John and Zoe were in their bedrooms and Ben was in the living room. I figured if John had been masturbating then an hour would have been long enough and knocked on his door. A moment later he told me to 'come' which put a smile on my face as I entered his room.

He was on his bed watching something on his laptop as I sat down on the edge of his bed. "What's up, Mom?" He asked cheerfully.

"I looked up milf," I said and looked at him as he blushed.

"Oh," was all he could say.

"So, would you say Helen is a milf?"

"I... Uh... Why are you asking me?" He asked as he pushed his laptop away.

"Well. She told me she was a little surprised when she heard it and wondered if it was true. You're the only young man we know, so I said I'd ask you."

"Mom, that's making me a little uncomfortable. You know, you're asking me if I want to, uh, you know, with Helen."

I knew I had to make him relax. "It's nothing to feel uncomfortable with, Hon, you're a grown man now and we can talk like adults. If that's okay with you?" I asked, knowing he couldn't refuse a bit of flattery.

"Sure, no problem," he replied, a little flustered.

I felt my heart racing and glanced nonchalantly at his groin. "I'm going to say something now that you don't have to answer if you don't want to. If you want, we'll pretend this conversation never happened."

"Okay," he said slowly.

"Helen wants... she wants to know if... she wants to know if you would like to have sex with her? There, I've said it now, so would you?" I felt relief at managing to ask such a question and excitement at the same time.

"She wants to know if..." he trailed off, looking a little shocked.

I realized the 'if' part didn't complete what I hoped for. "If you want to, she would like to have sex with you. Just two adults having a bit of fun. Not an affair or anything like that. It's just sex."

"Jeez, Mom, I, uh, I wasn't expecting that." He said and took a deep breath as he looked away. "But what about... What about Fred?"

His consideration made me smile and think he is a decent young man. The fact he didn't say no also encouraged me. "Let's just say he's quite a bit older than she is, do you understand?"

"Oh, right," he said quietly.

"You'd actually be doing him a favour and she'd stop nagging him." I watched him think and knew he was interested. "She has got a good body, and between you and me, I know she has a dirty mind."

"Really?" He enquired, as he sat up against the headboard.

"You wouldn't believe some of the things she has told me." Out of the corner of my eye something moved and I briefly glanced at his crotch. "That's an impressive bulge," I thought, just before he covered his semi.

"Uh, wouldn't you think it a bit weird?" He asked.

I smiled at him. "My best friend and my son making her happy, that would make me happy. So if you want to, you can."

"This is crazy, but good crazy," he stated, as he tried to think. "What about the how and where? I mean, we would have to be discrete."

I put my hand on his thigh reassuringly. "In a couple of weeks your father and I are taking Zoe upstate for an athletics meet. You'd have the house to yourself for the weekend. Would that work?"

"Fuck, yeah." He said excitedly. "Sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to swear like that."

"That's alright, Hon. If I was in your position, I think I'd swear a bit too." He moved his hand from his crotch and stroked the back of his neck. I couldn't help but look at his tented jeans and I was impressed.

"I take it that means yes," I said, gesturing to his cock as I rose from the bed and made for the door. "Shall I tell her yes and to make the next weekend free?"

"Uh, yeah," he answered, still shocked. "That would be great. Thanks, Mom, you're the best."

He watched her leave his room, then thoughts flooded his head: "What the fuck just happened? I'm gonna fuck Helen. Mom set me up with Helen. Jeez, she's been my fantasy since I was... thirteen. How many times have I thought of her when...? She wants to have sex with me. Mom set it up. She wants me to fuck Helen. She looked at my cock. Don't go there. I can't believe this, I'm gonna fuck Helen."

I left his room and briefly wondered if he would be masturbating as soon as I left. I felt strangely aroused that I had set my son up with my best friend. I ignored the thought of him masturbating, but the size of his bulge did make me stop and feel the heat between my legs.

The next week flew by with John asking me several times if Helen was still coming around on Friday. With a wicked smile I told him: "She'll be coming, alright." The startled look on his face was a joy to behold.

Friday evening and Helen drove over to Jen's house. She parked outside and was relieved to see Jen's car wasn't there. "Now or never," she said to herself and took a deep breath. Her heart was pounding and she could feel her nipples pushing against her bra. She grabbed her hold-all and got out of the car as John opened the front door.

"Hi, Helen."

She looked at him thinking: "This is going to be fun. Let's teach him a thing or two."

"Hi, John. I'm glad you don't mind me coming over."

"No. No, not at all," he said, slightly flustered as he welcomed her into the house. "Would you like a glass of wine?"

"Great idea," she replied and followed him into the kitchen.

As John uncorked the bottle his mind was a whir: "She's fucking gorgeous. Am I really going to fuck her? Jeez, don't get a boner in front of her. Be smooth."

"Jen told me you've just finished at uni."

"Yeah." He replied, taking a seat facing her on the opposite side of the kitchen table. "Still trying to find a graduate training job. No luck yet."

As the wine flowed and conversation continued about possible careers, Helen realized she had to take the initiative. "John, are you okay with what I want?" She said, looking him in the eye.

"Uh, yeah," he tentatively replied.

Helen mistook his nervousness as reticence. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to."

"No. I, uh, I mean yes. I do want to," he spluttered.

Helen got up and approached him. "I'm more than twice your age, John, and I'm not as pretty as the girls your age."

John tried to think of something to say, but his mind wasn't functioning properly. Helen suddenly felt nervous. "If you don't want to, I understand. We'll just pretend this never happened."

"No. No. I do want to. It's just I..." he blurted out. "I've always wanted to... with you... uh..."

She felt invigorated by those words and felt a shot of adrenalin shoot through her body.

"It's alright to be a bit nervous and you'll get over that quickly. Now here's what's going to happen," she said as she stroked his cheek. "You being young I don't want you to worry about cuming too quickly." She looked at him and saw the look of surprise on his face. "In fact, I'll get you to cum quickly, then we can relax and have a great weekend having sex. Would you like that?"

John couldn't believe his fantasy was going to be a reality. "Yeah," he said croakily.

"Good," she replied and smiled at him. "I'm just going to go upstairs and get changed. You wait here."

The next ten minutes were the longest ten minutes of his life. Then he heard her on the stairs. His jaw dropped as she entered the kitchen wearing a black and red lacy Basque, black panties and nylons, and black high heels.

Helen saw his reaction and strode confidently into the kitchen and stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. "See anything you like?" John could only nod as he looked her over. He gasped out loud as she raised a leg and placed her stiletto clad foot on his crotch and pushed against his cock. He gazed between her thighs at her panty covered pussy and breathed in deeply.

"That feels like you have something I'm going to like. Strip!" She said and turned away, walking the length of the kitchen wiggling her hips.

John leapt to his feet and pulled his shirt over his head as he watched the sexy woman walk. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks and jeans as he watched her return.

"And the boxers," Helen commanded. A second later and John was standing naked in the kitchen with his cock as hard as it had ever been, looking at the sexiest lady he had ever seen in real life.

"You look fucking hot," he said lustfully.

"And you have a nice cock," she replied, leaning down to get a closer look. "Not too long, but nice and thick. Wow, that is thick." John gasped as she took hold of his cock. "Look at that. I can't get my hand round it," she said and let go of him. "Where would you like to cum first?" She asked seductively. "In my mouth?" She asked and licked her lips. "On my tits? In my pussy? Or in my ass?"

John was stunned at how raunchily she sounded. "In your..."

"Stop! I'll decide. I don't want you soaking this Basque. Not yet anyway." She stated, then strutted around the kitchen.

John could only watch and was amazed by how sexy her legs looked. He wanted to grab his cock, but resisted the urge as she approached him.

"Get down on your knees," she commanded and he complied. "No hands. Lean forward and smell my pussy."

John leaned forward, his nose an inch from her pussy and breathed in deeply. Her musky scent caused his cock to throb.

"Now take off my panties," she instructed.

He moved each hand to her sides and slowly pulled the lacy panties down her legs. He marvelled at her smoothly shaved pussy and the delicate little slit between her legs. "Fuck me," he said in awe of the sight before him.

"Not yet, but soon." She replied and raised a foot onto his chair. "Now lick my pussy." She looked down as John's tongue snaked out of his mouth and she felt him slowly and gently lick up one side of her pussy and then the other.

She was impressed he didn't race straight to her clit and a few licks later her body quivered and she pushed her pussy onto his face. "Oh, that feels good," she said huskily. "Keep doing that."

John bent down a bit further and licked the length of her slit, gently pushing his tongue between her lips. The scent and taste of her pussy was driving him wild and he instinctively took hold of his cock.

"If you want to enjoy my pussy, you better let go of your cock." Helen stated sternly.

"Sorry," John replied, then stroked his hand up the length of her thigh and over pussy. She was hot and getting wet. He slid his index finger into her pussy and slowly stroked the inside of her moist hole.

Helen took a sharp intake of breath and felt her heart race. She felt his finger on her G-spot and her body reacted with a spasm. Then she watched him cup the top of her pussy with his mouth and lick her clit, as his finger worked magic.

"Suck my clit and finger my pussy. Oh, God, that feels good." She moaned as she felt her orgasm build.

John lapped at her clit then drew away and blew a stream of warm air on her pussy. Her body flinched slightly, he was pleased he was turning her on. He slipped another finger inside her pussy and pulled her towards him. Her pussy squelched and he fingered her vigorously, revelling in the sight, smell, and the sounds coming from her pussy.

The noises coming from her pussy turned her on and she knew her orgasm would be soon. "Make me cum, John. Do it. Make me cum. Ah, that feels good."

John looked up at Helen and smiled as he worked his fingers inside her pussy and massaged her clit with his thumb. "Cum for me, Helen. Cum for me," he said as she threw her head backwards and moaned out loud.

He continued working his fingers and felt her pussy contract and spasm. Then Helen let out a little squeak and her body shuddered. She flinched again and a small squirt of her juices splashed into the palm of his hand.

"Wow!" He exclaimed, having only ever seen a squirter in porn. He slowly licked his palm.

Helen looked down and watched him lick her juices. "Oh good," she thought, "he's up for some kinkiness. That was much better than I expected."

John stood up and faced her. "Did you like that?"

"That was a good start, John," she replied. "Now it's my turn."

He watched as she knelt down and admired his hard cock. She stroked his cock with her right hand and pre-come seeped out over his crown. The sight of the fluid triggered her response and she licked his crown and felt his cock throb in her hand. She rubbed his cock over her cheek and looked up at him. "Sorry, but I can't fit this in my mouth."

"Use your tongue and suck as much as you can," he said, feeling his body heat rising and his heart pounding.

Helen looked at the marvellous cock and licked his balls, then licked the length of his shaft and sucked his crown between her lips as she gently stroked his cock. She felt his legs twitch and knew he would cum quickly.

John watched as Helen sucked his crown and stroked his cock. When she looked up at him and swirled her tongue over his crown, he felt his semen build.

"Fuck, that feels good," he blurted out.

Helen grabbed hold of his cock with both hands and rapidly jerked him off inches from her face. She felt his cock spasm and looked up as his first jet of cum exploded from his cock over the top of her head.

John gasped when his orgasm shot into the air, then felt her warm luscious lips engulf his cock-head and the next stream of sperm erupted into her mouth.

"Oh, fuck, yes," he exclaimed and pumped his semen into her mouth.

Helen was surprised of the amount of semen she swallowed and felt his legs buckle. She released his cock and he stumbled back against the table.

"That was fucking amazing," he said, breathing heavily as Helen stood up.

"Like I said, it was a good start," she replied lustfully. "Now, where would you like to fuck me first?"

John was aghast. "Wuh, wuh, what d' you mean?" He asked.

"Every room in the house, John. I want to cum in every room of the house. Where do want to start?"

A wave of confidence surged through him and he pulled her to him and kissed her on the mouth. Their lips opened and their tongues probed each other's mouth, dancing, swirling together. He broke the kiss, grabbed her ass cheeks and lifted her off the ground.

"Right here in the kitchen," he stated as he placed her on the edge of the table with his cock rubbing against her pussy.

Helen looked down at his still hard cock and a thrill of excitement ran through her remembering a young man could stay hard. She placed a hand against his chest and gently pushed him back.

"Go slowly at first, okay," she told him, looking into his eyes. "I'm small and that is the fattest cock I have ever seen. Let me get used to you before you let loose and fuck me."

John couldn't believe his ears, let alone his eyes, with this sexy wanton woman before him. Then it dawned on him to take it slowly and not hurt her.

Helen wrapped her arms around his neck and eased forward to the edge of the table. Her pussy now available for his cock.

John took hold of his cock and rubbed it over her slit and up to her clit. Helen flinched as he slapped his cock against her clit and felt it pulse. Then he lowered his cock and eased it into her pussy. She gasped and John stopped, with the first two inches of his cock inside her.

"Hold still," she said breathlessly.

John felt the heat and moisture from her pussy and struggled to not pound his cock into her. He held off and watched her face, then she nodded and he pushed further inside.

"Christ, that's thick," she said, as she leaned back and placed her hands on the table behind her. "Push it all in then stop."

John slowly eased his cock all the way into her tight pussy and stopped, then looked at her. Her mouth was wide open. She stared down at her pussy and breathed heavily.

"Slowly now," she instructed and John eased his cock back out and slowly back in. Her pussy felt hotter and tighter than any he had known before. He wondered how long he would last, then remembered he had just shot his load and should be able to fuck her properly.

Helen felt her head swoon as his cock filled her pussy. She could feel her heart pounding and the blood rushing through her brain. Her stomach inflated with every in thrust and deflated as he withdrew. She'd heard of women fainting during sex and made herself concentrate on his cock. In and out. Slowly in and out. In and out. In and out. Her mind went blank as she was consumed by the pleasure her body and his cock was giving her.

John looked down and saw his cock glisten with her juices. He figured that meant she was suitably aroused and he made his cock throb. Her little gasp told him she was ready and he upped the tempo.

Helen moaned and lay back on the table. John took this as a sign that she was ready. He took hold of her left leg and raised it up to his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her leg and used it as a lever to thrust his cock home into her pussy.

A minute later sweat was pouring from his forehead as he pounded his cock in and out of her pussy. He watched her writhe with pleasure and shake her head from side to side.

Helen could no longer control her body. "Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. Yes, yes, yes. Oh, God. Urrrgghhhhh," she whimpered.

John was amazed at the sight beneath him, then felt her pussy clamp to his cock as she rolled onto her side. Her body convulsed and she let out a long guttural moan as her orgasm enveloped her. She was gone. This was animal fucking.

John stopped and withdrew his cock as her body shuddered on the table. He pulled out and her orgasm erupted from her pussy. He looked down as it splashed against his stomach. "Fucking wow!" He thought. "Jeez this girl is something else. Fuck! I've got her for the weekend. Be cool. Be cool."

As Helen regained control of her breathing john asked if she was alright.

"Alright?" She answered. "I told you, this is just a good start," she said as she pushed herself up on the table.

Thoughts flew through John's mind: "Is she some sort of nympho. Just a start? That was great. Much better than most of the porn I've seen. Best I've ever had and I didn't even cum."

Helen took a sip of her wine. "Number one and two were good, but number three is the big one," she said looking at him.

"Sorry?" he asked, slightly confused.

"Give me a few minutes to get my breath back." Helen noticed the puzzled look on his face. "The third time I cum is the big one. Now pour me another glass and think about which room is next."

John fixed her another drink and wondered what the 'big one' could be. He'd never seen a woman convulse on his cock like she had. She's squirted twice. He tried to think what he could do better and failed to come up with anything.

A minute later John lead her into the living room. "I think we need to get rid of this," he said, indicating the Basque and moved behind her. He slowly pulled the zip down as his cock hardened against her ass.

Helen felt his cock against her cheeks, then she was free of the Basque. His arms came around her and his hands caressed her breasts. She leaned her head back and John kissed her neck passionately. "Where do you want me? She asked.

"Over here," he replied and lead her to the sofa. "Lean back and spread your legs." He watched as she lay down and spread her legs. "You look absolutely fan-fucking-tastic," he said, then knelt down before her.

Helen felt her breathing tighten as John moved his hands up her thighs with his head between her legs. She watched him slowly roll down her nylons and felt the anticipation in her pussy build. Moments later she felt his tongue on her pussy and she grabbed his head, pulling him onto her sex.

"Lick my pussy. Lick my tight, wet, pussy. It's your pussy now. Oh, that feels good."

John looked up and saw her eyes were closed and her neck had reddened. He reached up and cupped a breast tightly. She let out a little squeak when he pinched her nipple.

"Fuck me, John. Fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside me."

That was music to John's ears and he rose up onto his feet. He took hold of her calf's and lifted her legs up to her tits and watched as Helen pulled them back to her shoulders. He took hold of his cock and slid it into her pussy.

"Fuck me, John. Fuck me."

John stared into her eyes as he started fucking her. Feeling his cock slide in and out of her hot wet pussy was better than he had ever dreamed of.

Helen giggled then said: "This is where your Mom always sits. Ummm, keep doing that, it feels so good."

John continued pumping his cock in and out, occasionally slipping out.

"Did you position me here on purpose, John?" She asked lustfully, with a horny look in her eye. "Are you thinking of fucking your Mom? Oh, that's it, your cock feels so good. Keep fucking me."

John moved his hands to her tits and pinched her nipples, unable to speak as he thrust his cock in and out of her pussy.

With her legs against his shoulders and his head above hers, Helen moved a hand down and strummed her clit. "Oh, that's good," she gasped. She looked up and saw John was consumed with lust and sweat poured from his brow. That turned her on even more. "Call me Jen and fuck my pussy."

"Jen, your pussy is fucking great."

Helen felt her body go into overdrive when he called her Jen. Her mind raced: "He wants to fuck Jen. He wants to fuck his Mom. Fuck, this feels good. I'm going to get him to fuck his Mom. Fuck, that's kinky."

"Oh, Jesus, Hel, I'm gonna cum."

"Not yet," she replied breathlessly. "Another minute," she managed to say as she rapidly stroked her clit.

John concentrated on not cuming, then felt her pussy clamp on his cock. Helen's eyes were wild and he knew she was close.

Helen screamed then grabbed his head, looking him straight in the eyes. "Call me Mom and cum in my pussy," she demanded.

"Oh, fuck, Mom, I'm gonna cum."

That was all Helen needed to push her over the edge. She felt his cum explode from his cock and pump into her pussy. Her body tensed and she heaved her hips upwards.

John felt his orgasm trigger her orgasm and continued thrusting in and out of her pussy. He watched her rapidly strum her clit. "Arrgggghhhhh," she moaned, then reached up and pushed him away.

John felt her pussy muscles contract tightly and push him out. She squealed as his cock came out of her pussy and she squirted a stream of her juices up over the back of the sofa.

Helen continued strumming her clit and he watched in amazement as a second stream squirted from her pussy over her body and into her hair. The third squirt splashed over her face and into her open mouth.

John couldn't believe what was happening. He quickly lowered his head and the next squirt drenched his face. His cock was still hard and he thrust it back into her pussy, only to feel her force him out.

"Arghhhhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned, as a fourth and final eruption exploded from her pussy and soaked her body, covering her tit's, neck and face. Her head uncontrollably rolling from side to side as her body jerked and convulsed on the sofa.

John couldn't say anything and just watched the woman before him disappear into sexual oblivion. She was consumed by sexual bliss and not in control of her body. It was the most amazing sight he had ever seen. He reached forward to stroke her hair from her face. Helen flinched and pushed his hand away.

"Don't touch me," she said, exhausted. "Too sensitive."

John just watched as she tried to regain control of her breathing. A minute later she opened her eyes and looked at him. "That was the big one," she said and smiled at him. "Thank you, that was great."

"That was better than great," He replied, awestruck. "That was fucking amazing!"

Helen giggled. "Glad you liked it. Did you like watching me cum?"

"Like it? I loved it. That was... That was the most incredible thing I have ever seen. You're amazing."

"Did I make a mess? She asked.

"Don't worry about that," he replied and gently kissed her on the lips. "I think you need a shower."

"Not yet. I need a few minutes. Could you get me a glass of water?"

When John returned from the kitchen with her drink, he sat down beside her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, gently pulling her into him.

"That was the best sex I've ever had," he told her.

"It was pretty hot wasn't it," she replied feeling her nipples harden. "And we've only just got started."

"There's more?" he asked, surprised.

"That's what this is for," she said, and raised the glass of water. "Give me half an hour and I'll cum like that again."

"WOW!" Was all he could say.

"Where would you like me to cum next?"

John thought for a moment. "In my mouth," he replied.

Helen giggled and stroked his cheek. "I meant which room, Silly? But pick a room and I'll happily cum in your mouth."

John felt his cock harden just as his phone rang. "Ignore it," Helen told him and he resisted the urge to answer it. A few seconds later his phone buzzed, indicating a message, and he checked his phone.

"Oh, shit!" He exclaimed. "Bad weather has postponed Zoe's athletics meet. They're on their way back. We got ten minutes."

They both rushed into the kitchen and grabbed their clothes. Helen ran upstairs and a few minutes later she was ready to leave. "I was so looking forward to me fucking you, but I guess that will have to wait," she said, before kissing him goodbye.

John was in his room when his parents and Zoe entered the house. A little while later his father called him downstairs. His sister and mother were standing by the living room door and his father beside the sofa.

"What happened?" Ben asked, pointing to the wet patches on the carpet.

John felt his cheeks go red and tried to think. "I, uh, sorry, Dad, I spilt a drink. I'll clean it up now." He made to leave and Zoe stopped him, pointing behind the sofa.

"How the hell did you spill a drink both in front and behind the sofa?"

"I don't know," he answered and pushed past.

Half an hour later John lay on his bed, relieved he hadn't had to explain further. Zoe knocked and entered his room.

"Sorry about your meeting being cancelled," he said sympathetically, as she sat on the edge of his bed.

"Don't worry about that, it's been rearranged for next week." She looked at him with a wicked grin on her face. "What really happened in the living room?"

"Nothing," he replied tersely.

"Oh, come on, John. The living room reeked of sex when we walked in. Who was it?"

John knew he was busted and he couldn't lie to his sister. "I can't tell you. I promised I would be discrete."

Zoe raised her hand to her mouth and gasped. "Oh my, God," she exclaimed. "We passed Helen on the way back. You had sex with Helen."

"Shush," he replied, shocked that she knew. "You can't tell anyone, alright."

"I won't tell anyone if you tell me all the juicy details," she said and giggled, moving closer on the bed.

It didn't take long for John to share his story and by the end he could see her nipples poking through her shirt.

"Fuck, that's hot!" Zoe commented when he explained the stains in the living room. "You really made her come that hard?"

"I think it was more down to her than me," he replied.

"Don't put yourself down, big brother. It's good to know we have a stud in the house."

They both laughed and Zoe continued: "You got me all hot and flustered. I'm just going to go and take care of myself," she stated with a giggle and got up from the bed.

"Uh, too much information, thank you."

"Oh, don't be silly. I do help with the laundry and I've seen the mess you make on your sheets."

John was mortified, then relieved as she left his room.

The following morning, I wasn't surprised when I got a call from Helen and we arranged to meet for a coffee. As I drove there I wondered if I wanted to hear any details of my son having sex with her. Helen always enjoys telling me of her adventures, but this would be different. How right I was.

After getting our coffees and exchanging a few pleasantries, Helen leaned onto the table. "Jen, your son is incredible. He gave me the best orgasm of my life. It was amazing!"

"I'm not sure if I want to hear this," I replied, knowing that I did.

"I've got tell someone, Jen. It was mind-blowing. He made me squirt and the last one was an explosion. I came all over the place. I went over the edge, Jen. It was... it was like nothing I have ever experienced."

I confess I felt a little pride for my son at that point. "Wow!" I said without thinking. "I've never had one of those."

"He gave me three, Jen. Three! The last one was... His cock is incredibly thick."

I wanted to stop her there, but I couldn't bring myself to interrupt.

"And he certainly knows how to pleasure a lady. I'll never forget that last one."

"Did that happen in the living room?" I calmly enquired.

Helen twigged immediately. "Sorry about the mess," she said and smirked. "I tell you, even if you want me to replace the carpet, it was worth it."

I grinned and shook my head, happy that she had such a good time. "That's okay, I'm happy for you. Just wish you hadn't done it where I sit on the sofa." The expression on Helen's face changed to excited and serious as she gestured for me to lean closer.

"Oh, Jen, you're not going to believe this. That was his idea. I think it's what made me feel so naughty. When he came he was thinking of you. He called me 'Mom' as he filled my pussy."

I leant back in shock and gasped out loud. "NO!"

"He did, Jen. Hand on heart, I wouldn't lie to you."

I turned away, unable to comprehend what I just heard. My heart raced and thoughts flashed through my mind: "My son couldn't want to have sex with me. That's incest. That's perverse. What's the matter with him? He called her 'Mom' as he came. He thought he was fucking me. Oh my, God. What am I going to do?"

"Jen. Jen." She said, snapping me back into the moment. "So you've never had a squirting orgasm?" She asked in a matter-of-fact tone that again surprised me. I blinked and gently shook my head. "Well, I would certainly recommend John, if you want to experience one."

"What!" I exclaimed, stunned. "I can't have sex with my..." I couldn't bring myself to finish the sentence, it was that absurd.

"Why not?" She responded, shocking me once again. "Two consenting adults. What's wrong with that?"

"He's my... My, God, Helen. What's the matter with you? I think we need to change the subject." I looked away and sipped my coffee, astounded at her suggestion.

The following week was strange. I noticed I felt uncomfortable being in the same room as my son and when I sat on the sofa, I couldn't help but think about Helen. I was relieved to get away from the house when taking Zoe to the athletics meet and suspected Helen would use the opportunity to have more sex with my son.

"I won't be back 'til after midnight," Helen said into her phone.

"That's alright. Just come over when you can," John replied.

"Okay, I'll see you later."

John had thought about Helen all week and still couldn't believe the amazing sex they had. His cock stiffened just thinking about her coming over later and stayed semi-erect all evening until she arrived. He greeted her with a kiss and a glass of wine.

After drinking her wine, she looked at him with a mix of curiosity and mischief on her face. "Do you remember what you said to me last week?"

"I remember virtually everything," he replied enthusiastically. "But not what I said. I was just concentrating on your sexy body."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," she replied seductively. "Let's take this upstairs and I'll remind you of what you said." She lead him into his bedroom and gently pushed him onto the bed.

"Now I'm going to fuck you," she stated and took off her clothes. John peeled off his T-shirt and pulled off his jeans and boxers in one move. He still couldn't believe what was happening and smiled at her as she climbed onto him and positioned his cock between her legs against her pussy. He felt the heat from her pussy against his cock, then in one motion she slid all the way down his shaft.

"You've got a really good cock, John. I've never had one this thick."

John lay back and watched as Helen fucked him. She used his cock like a toy and bounced up and down, getting more and more turned on with every penetration. He felt her pussy contract and reached down to stroke her clit.

Helen felt his hand on her clit and a wave of excitement shot through her body. "Not yet," she said and brushed his arm away.

He wondered what 'Not yet' meant, then realized she was working herself up. He made his cock throb inside her hot pussy and saw her body respond with a shudder.

Five minutes later and Helen was getting close. Her body was covered with a sheen of perspiration and her hair was sticking to her face. She looked wild. She looked like an animal. She looked out of control. John reached up with both hands and cupped her tits, squeezing her nipples.

"Oh, yes. That feels good." She said, as she bounced up and down on his cock. "Do you like my tits? Do you like my pussy? My tight pussy?

He was about to answer when she placed a hand over his mouth. "I like your cock. I love your cock. It's going to make me cum. Pinch my nipples, make me scream."

John thrust his hips up off the bed, forcing his cock deep into her pussy. She crashed forward, burying her head into his shoulder and continued riding him. "Nearly there," she whispered into his ear and pushed herself back up. "I've never felt so full. So horny."

John watched as she fucked him and he desperately tried to hold off his orgasm. Her body tensed and her pussy clamped on his cock as she thrust her body backwards. A second later and her head was shaking from side to side as she viciously attacked her clit.

"Uuurrrgghhhhhhhhhhh," she screamed, and moved forward, his cock slipping from her pussy.

John couldn't believe the speed with which her hand moved over her clit with it only inches from his face. Helen yelped and then it happened. Her juices erupted from her pussy and covered his face.

He blinked rapidly, not wanting to miss a moment, then felt her opening his mouth. The second squirt filled his mouth and he eagerly gulped it down.

Helen looked down at John's face covered with her come and decided it was her turn. She moved down the bed and looked up at John as she grabbed his cock. "Now cum on my face," she ordered and jerked him off.

John felt his sperm rise and watched as she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. "Cum for me, John. Cum all over my face."

He couldn't hold off any longer. The first jet of cum sprayed over her nose and onto her forehead. She continued jerking his cock and the second rope of cum covered her cheek and chin and she growled like a dog. "All of it." She demanded. The third and final rope she took in her mouth and greedily gobbled it down.

The next thing John saw it was daylight and Helen woke him. "Come on, up you get, coffee's on. After the coffee you're taking me shopping," she announced and left the room.

The shopping trip consisted of a single visit to a sex shop. "I've never been in here," John announced, a little surprised.

"You're in for a treat," Helen responded, took him by the hand and lead him inside. John couldn't believe the size of some of the toys and wondered if they were really used. The lingerie section excited him, but what turned him on was how comfortable Helen was looking at everything and squeezing his hand when she saw something she liked.

"Here's what I'm after," Helen commented, when she selected a packet with three butt plugs and admired the contents.

"Why do you need three?" John curiously asked.

Helen chuckled to herself. "Small, medium, and large. I need to work my way up if I'm going to take your cock in my ass. Come on," she said, as she grabbed a tube of lube, and lead him to the checkout.

After paying she enquired where the changing rooms were, and was told they were closed for cleaning. Helen looked around and noticed there was no-one else in the shop.

"Would you mind if I..." she asked the cashier as she opened the box.

"Go right ahead," he replied.

John was shocked when Helen pulled down her trousers and panties, then handed him the small butt plug. "Lube it up first, then pop it in," she instructed, and passed him the lube.

John nervously looked around the room and felt his cock twitch. When Helen leant on the checkout counter and wiggled her ass, he felt a surge of blood give him an erection.

"Hurry up," she ordered.

John spread the lube over the toy, then looked at her ass. "Spread your cheeks for me."

Helen reached behind and pulled her cheeks apart. John placed the toy against her asshole and gently pushed, to be met with resistance as her sphincter instinctively shut tight.

"Just push it in," Helen told him, then let out an 'ooh' as she felt the toy enter her ass. "Bit cold, but feels good," she said with a smile and pulled her trousers up.

An hour later and they were having lunch at a local Italian restaurant. John was thinking about the sex they had last night and the butt plug in Helen's ass. Then he remembered his Mom telling him Helen had a dirty mind. "Would you mind if I asked you a personal question."

Helen looked at him, her curiosity piqued. "Ask away."

"Are you into..." he stopped not sure if he should continue, thinking he might get into unchartered territory. Then decided to go for it. "Are you into anything kinky?"

"Depends what you call kinky," she replied immediately.

John thought for a moment. "Bondage?"

"Mild, yes. Pain, no. How about you?"

"Uh, I've never... Only ever had normal sex."

"That depends what you call 'normal' doesn't it," she said with a twinkle in her eye. "Would you like to get kinky?"

John stuttered: "I, uh, I... I don't know."

"If you can think of it, I've probably done it. I'm going to go to the bathroom to change up a size," she said picking up her shopping bag. "You have a think and maybe, no probably, I'll agree to it."

John watched her walk away and tried to think. All that came to mind were porn scenes and he didn't want to share her with anyone. He hadn't tried bondage. He thought he might like it, but didn't like the idea of his Mom finding him naked tied to a bed.

When Helen returned she took a moment to get comfortable. "So, did you think of anything kinky you would like to try?"

"Um, not really. I haven't had much, uh, experience in that way."

"Okay," she replied slightly disappointed. "Any questions you want to ask?"

He looked around to make sure no-one was listening. "Uh, what's the strangest thing you've done?"

Helen paused for thought, then leaned closer. "A double enema, that was fun."

John was embarrassed by his ignorance. "What's that?"

Helen giggled. "It's when you fill my ass and pussy with water so that I'm really full. Then I force it all out. The feeling of going from completely full to totally empty, that is a bit strange." Helen noticed he wasn't disgusted. Then he smiled and she thought he might like some 'strange'.

Half an hour later they had finished their meal and Helen departed to the bathroom to insert the large butt plug. When she returned she had mischief on her mind.

"I do have one kink we can indulge in today," she informed him. "If you want to fuck me in the ass, you have to call me Mom. Are you okay with that?"

All John could think about was the first half of that sentence and he duly nodded his consent. Minutes later they were driving home and John was getting nervous - he'd never fucked anyone in the ass and was worried about disappointing her.

Helen noticed he was quiet. "Don't worry, I'll tell you what to do," she said reassuringly and put her hand on his thigh. "Once you get going, you are going to love fucking my ass. It gives me the best orgasms."

John's heart rate surged and he felt his cock stiffen. His mind raced: "How could an orgasm be better than what she had last night. Or last week? What have I got to do? She said she would tell me. Jeez, I'm going to fuck her ass."

"What are you thinking," Helen asked as they approached his home.

"You certainly are surprising me."

"In a good way, I hope."

"Oh, yes," he answered enthusiastically.

"Well, maybe I've got a few more surprises for you. Would you like that?"

"Uh, yeah," he replied hesitantly. "I think so."

When they entered the house and John closed the door, Helen pushed him against the wall and kissed him passionately. She pushed her breasts into him and raised his arms above his head, then pulled his shirt off. Seconds later his jeans were on the floor beside his shirt.

John watched as Helen stood back and looked at his erect cock. Slowly and seductively she undid her shirt and threw it to the floor. She stripped for him, taking her time and touching his hard cock every time she removed an item of clothing. She was an angel and a devil at the same time. He'd seen strippers before, but never such a personal show and Helen was a perfect temptress.

Her show finished with her bent over with her head between her legs looking up at him. "Ready to fuck?"

John didn't need asking. The glistening steel butt plug protruding from her ass was the most erotic sight he had ever seen and his cock was throbbing. He grabbed his cock, bent down and positioned it at the entrance to her pussy. He held her by the waist and with one thrust he was deep inside her.

"Ahh, that feels so good," she whelped. "Fuck me, John. Fuck me. I want you to fill my pussy with your cum. Fuck me. Cum for me. Cum in my pussy."

John vigorously pumped his cock in and out of her pussy. Helen shrieked and pushed her hands against the wall. "Fill it. Cum in my pussy. I want your cum. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fill me. I love your cock. Ah, fuck me harder!"

He was turned on by her dirty talk and held her hips tighter as he rammed his cock in and out of her pussy. He marvelled at the sight before him. Every time he slammed his body against hers he noticed the ripples roll through her ass cheeks.

Moments later he felt her pussy contract and clamp on his cock. He worried about cuming too quickly, but his mind went blank and instinct took over. He felt his semen rise and forced his cock into her as deep as he could. His body jerked as his seed exploded from his cock and filled her pussy.

"Phwoar, I needed that," Helen gasped as he slid out of her pussy. "Pass me my panties."

John passed her her panties, curious as to why she wanted them, then watched her mop his semen from her pussy.

"Don't want it spilling on the carpet. That was a big load."

John chuckled. "Good thinking. You were on fire."

"Let's have a drink while you get your strength back," Helen said and lead the way to the kitchen. John watched her ass cheeks bounce as she walked.

After gulping down a glass of water she turned to John and lustfully asked: "Which room next?"

"Would you mind if we leave Mom and Dad's room out of this. I don't think they'd like it."

"No problem," she replied. "That leaves Zoe's room."

John nodded and felt his cock harden.

"If we miss your Mom's room, when you fuck my pussy you call me Zoe and when you fuck my ass, you call me Mom. It's one of my kinks."

John briefly wondered why, but accepted it as one of her kinks. He took her by the hand and lead her up to Zoe's room. Once inside he watched her look around the room. "Very girly," she commented. "Now where does she keep her toys?"

"I, uh, I don't know if she's got any," he answered.

"With a body like she's got, she'll have some toys, believe me."

John watched as she pulled out the bottom drawer of a chest and rummaged about. He was surprised when she found a 'Magic Wand'.

"Only the one, but this is a good one," she said as she approached the bed and plugged the toy into the socket. "We'll save it for later. Now let me suck that beautiful cock of yours."

John quickly moved forward as she sat on the edge of the bed. His hard cock throbbing and his pulse quickening. He watched as she took hold of his cock and licked from the base to the tip, then sucked on his crown.

"Oh, Helen, that feels so good," he muttered.

She stopped and looked up at him. "Call me Zoe or I won't suck your cock."

"Uh, okay," he whimpered as she squeezed his cock. "Zoe, please suck my cock," he pleaded. He briefly wondered what was with the names, then closed his eyes and felt her tongue on his cock. An image of Zoe sucking his cock entered his mind and he opened his eyes, a little startled at the image.

"Um," she moaned then licked his crown. "I think my pussy needs your cock." She looked up at his face as she lay back and spread her legs. She could see the eagerness on his face and felt his cock nudge against her entrance. She relaxed and he slid his cock all the way inside, filling her completely.

John moaned with pleasure as he felt her hot pussy take his cock. He looked down at her glistening pussy lips and saw her juices on his cock as he pulled back, then thrust it back in.

Helen wrapped her legs around his as she felt her body come alive. "Call me Zoe and fuck my pussy," she demanded.

"Zoe," he blurted out as he fucked her. He concentrated on making his cock throb every time he thrust into her and her moans encouraged him to continue.

Helen put her hands around his neck and pulled him to her, their faces inches apart. "You like fucking Zoe's pussy," she said huskily.

"Yes," he replied breathlessly.

Perspiration was dripping from her forehead. "Who's pussy are you fucking?" She demanded.

"Zoe's," he answered and felt her pussy clamp on his cock.

"Fuck Zoe's pussy and make me cum," she commanded as she pushed her head down into the bed.

An image of Zoe impaled on his cock shot through his mind.

Helen grabbed the bed sheets and moaned with pleasure. Her back arched up off the bed and thrust her tits towards him, her nipples hard and deep red.

"I'm cuming," she uttered, unable to breath. "Ahhhhhh," she moaned and her body went limp as John thrust his cock deep into her pussy. She squealed and he felt her pussy spasm on his cock. He watched her lay back and she gently pushed a hand forward to his chest, motioning for him to stop.

"Are you okay," he asked, sincerely.

"Great," she replied breathlessly. "Just give me a minute."

John lay down beside her and wrapped his arms around her glistening body. His cock remained hard and he knew she would be up for more in a minute.

Moments later she turned her head to face him. "Have you got the lube?"

John didn't answer. He leapt from the bed and ran downstairs. When he returned, he stopped and looked at Helen. Her sexy body covered with a sheen of perspiration. A woman who enjoyed sex and had just orgasmed. A sexy lady who wanted his cock. Now he was ready to fuck her ass.

Helen noticed he was ready and lifted her legs up to her shoulders, pinning them behind her arms. "Take it slowly."

John reached forward and pulled the butt plug from her ass. He looked down just as her gaping hole closed. Once he applied the lube, he lined his cock up to her ass and gently pushed forward. He stopped when his crown was buried inside her and felt how hot and tight she was.

"More," she said quietly and he eased his cock further into her ass. He stopped when she flinched and moaned with pain. "I'm okay," she pleaded. "Take it slowly."

John eased his cock in and out of her ass, amazed how tight she was and how much he was enjoying it. He took care not to push too hard and watched the expressions on her face. She grimaced on the first few instrokes, then looked up at him and smiled.

Helen felt all the tension seep from her body and she relaxed, ready to enjoy the fucking. "Call me Mom and fuck my ass."

John's cock instinctively throbbed and he pushed his cock all the way inside. "Oh, Mom, your ass feels so good."

"I love it," she lustfully replied. "I love it when you call me Mom."

An image of his Mom squirming as he fucked her ass flashed through his brain. He tried to take in all he could see. His cock in her ass. Her legs behind her shoulders. Her nipples hard and dark. Her pussy lips soaked and puffy. Her damp hair sticking to her face. She was his.

He pumped his cock in and out of her ass and watched the skin on her face turn red as beads of perspiration rolled down her face. He felt his semen rise and concentrated on not cuming.

Helen reached down to her pussy and strummed her clit. She gasped out loud at the pleasure she was feeling and wondered if she could get any higher. "The Magic Wand," she demanded.

John stopped pumping and passed her the wand. He wondered what would happen next as he had never used any toys before.

"Keep fucking me," she commanded. "And call me Mom when you cum."

John rocked his body back and forth, forcing his cock in and out of her ass.

Helen turned on the wand and a gentle buzzing sound filled the air. She knew she would cum quickly when she placed the rubber end on her clit. "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed breathlessly.

John felt the pulsing vibrations shoot through her body causing her to tighten her grip on his cock. He held still wanting to watch her face and feel the toy work its magic. Her face was dark red and taught as she took short rapid breaths. Her eyes were locked on his and he knew she was about to cum.

Helen pressed the button on the toy and the vibrations increased in speed. She felt like her body had been possessed and she was no longer in control. She pressed the button again and the vibration was a long powerful thud against her clit. Another press and the toy felt like a jackhammer on her pussy.

"Oh, God! Oh, God. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She bleated.

John thought the vibrations felt strange at first, but watching how turned on she was made him push harder and deeper.

"Arghhhhhh," she screamed and threw the toy on the bed as her orgasm tore through her body and exploded from her pussy.

John stopped pushing as her orgasm squirted from her body and splashed against the wall. He watched with wonder as she strummed her clit and the second squirt erupted from her pussy and soaked the sheets. The third and fourth squirts covered her body as she writhed with pleasure, lost in oblivion.

He pushed his cock in as far as he could and she wailed like a banshee as a fifth jet of her juices splashed down on her tits. "Fuck, Mom. I'm gonna cum," he blurted out as his semen shot from his cock into her ass.

"Urrrrgggghhhhhh," she screamed, feeling him cum.

Helen felt her body shudder and spasm. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to understand the feelings. She was gone. Lost. Out of control. Her body had taken over. She convulsed violently and growled like a dog.

John pulled out and worried if he had hurt her as she bucked up and down on the bed, her arms flailing by her side. Her breathing deep and rapid. He reached out to touch her, then remembered she would be too sensitive.

The next minute terrified him as she continued to convulse. He wondered if something was seriously wrong and thought she might have had a seizure. When her breathing regained some sense of normality he felt a wave of relief and gasped out loud.

"Are you okay," he quietly asked.

Helen heard the question, but was unable to answer. She felt her body slowly relax and she grabbed hold of the sheets, pulling her knees up to her chest as she panted heavily.

When she calmed down, John went to the bathroom to fetch a towel. He asked if it was alright to touch her before he wrapped her in the towel. He gently held her and waited for her to speak.

"I've never cum like that," she whispered.

"Neither have I," he replied and kissed her shoulder. "How are you feeling?"

"I don't know," she answered. "That was almost too much. At one point I was scared."

"Shush now. Just relax. Go to sleep."

When Helen fell asleep John thought about what had happened. She'd orgasmed so powerfully she had completely lost control. He'd heard about such things and now he knew they were true. A strange surge of pride made him smile and he realised he was definitely a good lover.

Helen slept the sleep of the dead and woke as the sun was going down. She tried to stand up, felt dizzy and sat back on the bed. "I'll get you some water," John said and went to the bathroom.

When she finished her drink she realised she felt week. "Would you drive me home, please, John. I don't think I can drive."

"Sure," he replied. "Would you like a shower first?"

"Just take me home."

John helped her dress and carried her down stairs to her car. They were silent as they drove and both thought about what they had experienced. When they arrived at her house she thanked him and kissed him on the cheek.

He watched her disappear inside, took out his phone and ordered a taxi. After he returned home he had a bite to eat and suddenly felt exhausted. His legs felt heavy and he forced himself upstairs to bed and slept.

"John! John! Wake up," Zoe said, as she shook him awake. "My room, now!"

"What time is it?" He asked groggily.

"It's gone twelve. My room, now!"

As Zoe left the room he suddenly remembered he hadn't changed her sheets and felt awful. He pulled on his jeans and tried to think how to make it up to her. "I'm so sorry," he pleaded as he entered her room. "I'll clean it all up now."

"Look at it. Look at it." Zoe demanded. "Her cum is everywhere. The sheets are covered with it. She's even stained the wallpaper and I'm not touching my Magic Wand while it's still covered with her cum. You fucking well owe me for this."

He looked at all the stains and felt proud at how much he had made Helen cum. "Sorry, Zo. I'll change the sheets now."

Zoe watched as he changed the sheets. She couldn't stop thinking about Helen's orgasms. Her nipples hardened and she felt hot between her legs. She looked at her brother and wondered how good he must be in bed. Then she shocked herself with the thought: "No-one would know."

"All done," he stated as he finished wiping the wallpaper. "That'll dry out soon and you won't see anything. I really am sorry. I did mean to clean it up before you got home." He picked up the bucket and cloth and made to leave.

"Not yet," Zoe stated. "You still owe me, Buster."

"Okay, what do you want?"

Zoe's mind raced. She looked in his face and saw a puppy dog waiting for his master's orders. "I want you to make me cum."

"What!" He replied, shocked. Then the image he'd had of them fucking flashed back into his mind.

"I can't use my magic wand knowing where it's just been. All her orgasms have made me horny. I need an orgasm. Make me cum!"

"Jeez, Zo. You're my sister."

"You and Helen, it's just sex, right?" She stated firmly.

"Yes," he meekly replied.

"Well this will just be sex. Not full sex. 'Me Time' is what I call it." A surge of adrenalin flooded her body and her arousal excited her. "Just lick my pussy and make me cum," she said as calmly as she could and peeled off her tracksuit bottoms.

John watched her recline on her bed and spread her long legs. He'd never looked at her sexually before and right then all he could see was a beautiful young blonde who wanted an orgasm. "This could get weird," he commented, unsure what to do.

"No it won't," she replied, realising he hadn't balked at the idea. "Just make me cum, then we get back to normal. No-one will know."

"Okay," he stated slowly and put down the bucket and cloth. He looked her in the eye and could see she wasn't joking. She breathed in deeply and her breasts heaved forward. "I make you cum and we call it quits."

Zoe's heart raced as she knew she had him hooked. "Maybe," she replied coyly. "Just get down here and lick my pussy."

John felt himself move forward and get down on his knees between her long legs. He felt like he was under a spell and couldn't stop himself.

Zoe watched as he moved his head between her legs. "Huh," she gasped as his tongue made contact with her thigh. "Oh yes," she cooed as he licked up to the hem of her panties. "That feels really good."

John looked up at her as he licked her other thigh and noticed her nipples poke through her T-shirt. He continued licking her thighs then moved forward and licked her panty covered pussy. She gasped again and John reached out with both hands and took hold of her panties.

Zoe felt her body tremble and eased her butt off the bed. She watched him pull her panties down and felt incredibly excited exposing her pussy to him. Without thinking, she reached down and spread her pussy lips. She was hot and could already feel she was wet.

John stared at her pussy. "Beautiful," he uttered, admiring her short blond hairs and tender pink lips. He leaned forward and licked from the bottom of her pussy right up to her clit.

"Mmmm," she moaned as he sucked her clit into his mouth. "That's soooo good."

John leaned back on his heels and admired her pussy. He reached forward and stroked up and down both sides before moving his fingers to her entrance. She gasped when he slid his index finger inside and again when his middle finger entered her pussy. He moved his other hand across the top of her pussy mound and gently pressed down as his fingers pushed up.

Zoe was wide-eyed in admiration and anticipation. She closed her eyes when she felt his tongue on her pussy and his fingers gently caress her G-spot. "Oh, God," she mumbled as her clit throbbed on his tongue.

John sucked her clit into his mouth and sloshed his tongue over it. He made 'come to me' gestures with his fingers as he felt her spongey G-spot. She smelt wonderful. She tasted wonderful. "Mmmm," he moaned as he slid his tongue over her clit.

"That's it. That's it. Keep doing that. That feels soooo good."

John kept one hand pressing down on her pussy mound as he fingered her and sucked on her clit. Her legs flinched and her body tensed. Her juices began to flow.

"Oh, God, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes." She uttered as she felt her orgasm build and she lay down on the bed.

John leant back and increased the pressure on her mound and the speed with which his fingers moved. Her pussy repeatedly squelched and her juices covered his hand. He wanted to watch her cum.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Keep doing that! I'm gonna... Urrgghhhh," she sighed as her orgasm swept through her.

John felt her body tense and her pussy spasm on his fingers as she came. He smiled, pleased he had given her an orgasm. Then she relaxed and looked up at him. "That was wonderful. For that, I'll make you some lunch."

He wiped his hand on his jeans and watched her get dressed. She stood and walked up to him. "Looks like I've got me a new toy. Sandwich okay?" She asked as she left her room.

Three times during the next week she asked John for 'Me Time' and three times he duly obliged, giving her an orgasm each time. Zoe thoroughly enjoyed her orgasms and John enjoyed helping her to climax.

Saturday afternoon I had arranged to meet Helen for coffee and was surprised how quiet she was. "What's the matter?" I enquired.

She looked at me and I could see she was thinking. "Oh, Jen," she began, then stopped. "It's your boy. I can't stop thinking about him."

"Don't go falling in love, Helen. You know it will only end badly."

"I know. I know," she replied. "It's just the best sex I've ever had. I completely lost it last time."

"What happened?"

"He made me come so powerfully I almost passed out. I couldn't control it. I just kept cuming and cuming. I squirted all over the place."

The thought of having an orgasm like that got me aroused. I've read about them in magazines like Cosmo, but I've never experienced one.

Helen leaned closer. "Jen, I think he wants to have sex with you."

"What! Don't be crazy."

"He called me 'Mom' as he came."

"No!" Was all I could say. My mind was in a spin. I confess I had thought about what Helen had told me previously and I had been avoiding John. When I looked at him at the dinner table I no longer saw my little boy, I saw a young man who was apparently a bit of a 'sex god' and it got me aroused. I even wondered if he could make me cum like Helen did. That had worried me.

"Earth calling Jenny. Come in, please."

"Sorry, Hel. I just can't believe it. Do you really think he wants to have sex with me? I'm his mother."

"You're also a hot older woman. There isn't a young man alive who wouldn't want you."

"Nonsense," I replied. "Don't be so crazy."

"I'm not," she continued. "Most young men will have sex with anything. A pretty woman like you with a body like you've got, you'd be on many a young man's wish list."

I drove home wondering if there was any truth in what Helen had said. As I entered the empty house there was one of Zoe's T-shirts on the floor. I picked it up and took it to her room. When I opened the door I was stunned by the sight before me.

Zoe was naked on the bed facing me with her eyes tightly closed. John was between her legs eating her pussy. I was shocked. My boy and girl were having sex. I tried to speak, but couldn't. I tried to move, but couldn't.

Zoe moaned and pulled John's head tighter into her pussy. She arched her back off the bed and she came loudly with a squirt of her juices flying straight up into the air.

I moved back and gently closed the door behind me. My first thought should have been: 'What the hell are they doing?' But I confess it wasn't. It was: "Zoe's a squirter." I tried to think, but couldn't get that image out of my mind. "Helen's a squirter. Zoe's a squirter. Maybe all women can squirt."

Ten minutes later John and Zoe joined me in the kitchen. They made small talk, but I knew I had to give them a big talk. "Would you both sit down," I said tersely and they both understood my tone of voice.

"What's the matter, Mom?" Zoe asked.

"I know about you two and what you've been getting up to. It's wrong. It's got to stop. Do you understand me?"

Silence. They were both rabbits caught in the headlights. John lowered his head and spoke softly. "Sorry, Mom. It won't..."

"I'm not sorry," Zoe interrupted. "I like it. It's just sex, Mom. We're two consenting adults giving each other some pleasure. It's not like I'm going to have his babies."

"But, Zoe, he's your brother!" I replied, stunned by her words. "Sex should be with someone you love. Not your brother."

"Mom, I feel safe with John and I do love him."

"It's incest and it's against the law," I stated indignantly.

"What we do behind closed doors is our business and nobody else's." Zoe stated firmly, then rose to her feet. "If I have sex with him, and I do want to have sex with him, be glad it's with someone who cares about me."

I watched as she stormed out of the kitchen. "Maybe you can talk some sense into her," I said to John. He sighed and looked at me.

"It's just sex. Just like with me and Helen."

I was stunned. He'd used my words to defend the un-defendable. "It's incest!" I yelled and rose from my seat.

"Mom, please calm down," he said quietly. "We're consenting adults and it makes us happy."

"It makes you happy!" I said, feeling my rage rise. It's just sex!" I yelled in disgust."

I ran out of the kitchen and up to my bedroom. I stayed in my room for the rest of the day trying to make some sense of what happened. My thoughts were all over the place. I was horrified. I wanted to kick them out of the house. Then I worried that I might never see them again. I didn't know what to do.

With the image of Zoe's orgasm playing on a loop in my mind, I heard myself quietly say: "It's just sex. It's just sex." Again I was horrified. "Could it be true?" I asked myself.

Just before I fell asleep I heard a bedroom door open and close, then a quiet knock and another door open and close. I figured John and Zoe had things to talk about, but I couldn't think about it and drifted off to sleep.

Zoe had entered John's room and sat up on the bed beside him. "What do you think Mom's going to do?" She asked.

"I don't know. She might kick us out."

Zoe thought for a moment. "No, Daddy wouldn't let her do that to me. To us. I'll pout and use my little girl voice."

John chuckled, "Yeah, I've seen how he reacts when you do that."

"I've got him wrapped around my finger. I'm Daddy's girl. We'll be alright."

"Whatever happens it's going to be very strange around here. Do you think we should stop?"

"What! No way," she stated, a little surprised at the suggestion. "I meant everything I said."

They both sat against the headboard thinking about what Zoe had said. Zoe rolled onto her side to face John. "I did mean everything I said."

The image of him fucking Zoe flashed back into his mind. "All of it?" He quietly asked.

"All of it." She replied. "Including the bit about us having sex."

John felt a rush of blood to his cock. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. We're both adults. You've been giving me a lot of pleasure. It's only right that you get some pleasure."

"We can't while Mom's home."

"Why not?" She asked as she got off the bed. "She already thinks we're having sex."

John watched her lock his bedroom door, then turn to face him. She peeled off her T-shirt to reveal her pert tits and her nipples were already erect. Her jeans and panties came off together and she stood before him, naked.

"You have a fantastic body," he commented lustfully.

"And it's about time I get to see your cock. Come on, get your clothes off."

He got off the bed and his cock was hard before he had his T-shirt off. He pulled down his jeans and removed them with his socks, leaving him in just his boxers. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes," she replied. "Come on, get them off. I want to see your cock."

John paused as Zoe approached him, then took his boxers off and watched Zoe stare down at his cock.

"Oh, goodie," she stated excitedly and took hold of him. "I do like a big fat cock. Get on the bed."

John climbed onto the bed and Zoe lay down on her side, facing him. They looked into each other's eyes and smiled. John tentatively reached forward and stroked her breast as Zoe placed her hand on his cock.

He moved his hand down her body and slid it between her legs. She was hot and wet. They looked at each other as they mutually masturbated. The sexual tension built and neither wanted to stop.

"Mind if I fuck you first?" Zoe asked.

"Sure," he casually replied.

Zoe giggled. "I've wanted to do this for years. I've even dreamt about this happening."

John was surprised with the 'years' comment, then felt her gently push him on to his back as she straddled him. He looked at her long slender athletic body as she rose up above him and took hold of his cock.

"Wow! This is a fat one," she teased and rubbed his cock against her hole. "So, Big Brother, are you ready for a good fucking?" She asked as she slid down his pole. "That feels soooo good."

Zoe's pussy wasn't as tight as Helen's, but it was every bit as hot and wet. John watched her as she leant up and rode his cock. Her long legs gave her leverage to rise right to the top of his crown before sliding back down, taking all of his cock.

She leant forward placing her hands over his shoulders and slid back and forth on his cock as she ground her clit against his body. "Your cock feels great. Nice and full," she huskily stated, then pushed back up and leant back.

John felt his cock bend to a painful angle and pushed himself up with his hands behind him. Zoe leant back and placed her hands on the bed behind her. They both looked down at her pussy slowly sliding back and forth on his cock.

John clenched his muscles and made his cock pulse, pulling her towards him. "Ooh," she moaned. "I like that. D' you like my pussy?"

"It's hot and beautiful," he replied.

Zoe watched his face and clenched her pussy muscles, squeezing his cock. John moaned and heaved his cock into her pussy. She was pleased with his reaction and realised they were definitely compatible as lovers.

John watched her lean her head back and she bounced up and down on his cock. Her body was smooth without an ounce of fat. Her tits weren't big, but they were firm with lovely pink nipples. Her legs were those of a super-model's. In his eyes, she was perfect.

As Zoe leaned forward, John leant back and reached up to caress her breasts. She continued to ride his cock and let out a little squeal when he pinched her nipples.

He looked down and saw his cock shine with her pussy juice. Her lips were puffy and red, and her breathing was deeper. He planted his feet on the bed and heaved upwards, forcing his back off the bed.

"Mmmm," she moaned, feeling his cock all the way inside as she moved forward over him. She held herself still and looked him in the eye. "Fuck me."

John pumped his cock in and out of her pussy with all the strength he had. She closed her eyes and let out a guttural moan. "You're gonna make me cum," she said breathlessly.

John could feel his sperm rise and then her pussy muscles contracted and clamped on his cock. "Fuck, yes!" He whimpered.

"I'm gonna... Yes! Yes! Yes!" She exclaimed as she felt her body tense and her pussy squeeze his cock. "I'm cuming."

John thrust his cock up into her and his semen spurted deep into her pussy as she came. His balls were in overdrive and he pumped rope after rope of cum into her. She collapsed against his body as he emptied his last blast and they lay together, a sweaty mess.

She brushed her hair from her face and stroked his cheek. "That was amazing! First time and we came together. How cool is that?" She stated with a delighted tone.

"That was special," he replied.

"I think it's a sign," she said as she rolled off him and lay back on the bed.

John wondered what she meant, then they both heard their father's car draw up outside. They leapt from the bed and scrambled to put their clothes on. They were almost dressed when the front door slammed shut. Zoe grabbed her Nikes and ran to her room.

Ben entered the house and was surprised with the silence. He entered the kitchen and noticed no sign of any cooking or used plates. "Jen," he called out, after checking the living room. Puzzled, he made his way upstairs to their bedroom.

I roused myself when Ben entered the room. With one look from me, he stopped, knowing something was wrong. "We need to talk," I said as calmly as I could. "Sit down. This is going to come as a shock." There was no easy way to tell him so I simply said: "Our children are having sex."

He looked at me bemused. "So? What's wrong with that?"

"With each other," I stated and watched as the penny dropped.

"What! Are you sure. They can't be."

"I saw them this afternoon. I confronted them about it and they didn't deny it. They said 'It's just sex' and it's 'just a bit of fun'. I couldn't believe it."

"Jesus Christ!" Was his response and he held his head in his hands. I waited as he thought and then he looked at me. "What are we going to do?"

"I've tried talking to them, but they wouldn't listen to me. Maybe you could explain why it's wrong."

He sighed, exasperated. "Okay," he replied reluctantly. "I'll go and talk to them."

After Ben left the room he called John and Zoe down to the kitchen. When I heard them go down I went and sat on the stairs.

Ben stood beside the sink as Zoe and John sat at the kitchen table. There was sadness in his voice when he asked: "Is what your mother told me true?"

"Yes, Daddy," Zoe answered with her 'little girl' voice.

"Oh, Jesus," he responded. "Don't you know how wrong this is?"

"Why, Daddy? Why is it wrong?"

"Because he's your brother!" He stated, raising his voice. "You don't have sex with your brother! I know you are both young, but it has to stop. Sex should be with someone you love."

"But I do love him, Daddy, and he loves me. Not a romantic love, but a caring love. All we are doing is making each other happy. It's just a bit of fun."

"But, Zoe... You should be saving sex for someone you love."

Zoe dropped the 'little girl' voice. "Come off it, Daddy. You're not telling me Mom is your one and only."

That remark caught Ben off guard and he struggled for a reply. "Have you got anything to say?" He asked, looking at John.

John looked at Zoe and she smiled at him. "It's just sex, Dad."

"And I'm on the pill," Zoe quickly added.

"So you 'just have sex' with anyone you want." He stated and glared at Zoe.

"No, Daddy! I'm not a slut!" Zoe replied and felt emboldened by her defence. "If they..."

"If they what?" Ben barked.

"If they... If they loved me as much as you love me, then yes, I would have sex with them."

Ben was incredulous and shook his head. "Don't you understand it's wrong!"

"What's so wrong, Daddy?" Zoe asked and felt a thrill shoot through her. "We're all consenting adults."

The word 'all' stunned Ben.

"I like sex. John likes sex. You like sex." Zoe continued. "Why shouldn't we share our bodies if it makes us happy?"

"But... But... But..." Ben stuttered.

Zoe rose from the table and approached her father. "I've got a good body, Daddy. Would you like to have sex with me? I'd like to have sex with you."

"What!" He barked, then looked at her body.

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"I'd like to have sex with you and John would like to have sex with Mom."

John was startled by Zoe's comment; then the image of him fucking his Mom flashed through his mind.

"Are you out of your mind? Are you crazy? What's the matter with you?" Ben asked, feeling baffled.

"I've watched porn where a man your age has sex with a girl my age. I liked it. Wouldn't you like to have sex with me?"

Ben couldn't stop himself looking at her body. She was no longer his daughter. She was a beautiful young woman. A sexy young woman. Thoughts flashed through his mind: "What a body! She certainly is sexy. Amazing legs. No, no, no. She's having sex with her brother. This has to stop."

Zoe reached out for her father's hand and he pulled away. "Get out! Get out! The pair of you, get out of this house right now!"

John got up from the table, took Zoe by the hand and lead her out.

I scampered back up the stairs and waited a minute for Ben to come to our bedroom. "Well that didn't go very well," were his first words when he entered. I couldn't help but laugh at the understatement. "What's so funny?"

"You," I replied. He came and sat beside me on the bed and I held his hand.

"What did we do wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

I leant my head against his shoulder. I thought about what Zoe had said and felt fear when I realised I couldn't compete with her. If Ben wanted her I would be out on my own. I knew he loved me, but any man would find it difficult, nigh impossible, to resist Zoe.

Then it struck me that I might be alone regarding my opinion. I thought incest was wrong, but I asked myself 'why?' Inbreeding came straight to my mind, but I couldn't think of anything else. Obviously age and abuse are considerations, but both John and Zoe are adults. I was confused. I couldn't think why it was wrong.

That's when I thought about John's cock. I remembered feeling turned on when I first talked to him about Helen. The bulge in his jeans had contributed to the warmth between my legs. I confess I had thought about his cock a few times after Helen had described the sex they'd had.

"Maybe they've got a point." I heard myself say.

"And what would that be?"

I thought for a moment before answering. "Sexual norms change. Incest was accepted as normal years ago."

"And then they discovered the biology and inbreeding."

"And now we have the pill," I replied, not knowing where the conversation was going. We sat there without talking for the next five minutes. Both of us thinking about what had happened.

I broke the silence. "I sat on the stairs and listened to you talk to them."

"You heard it all?"

"Yes," I replied. "All of it."

"Including when Zoe said she wanted to have sex with me and John wanted to have sex with you?

"Yes," I replied, thinking about what Helen had told me.

Ben put an arm around me and pulled me tight. "What do you think we should do?"

I thought for a while. "Do you remember when we considered swinging?"

"Huh," he chuckled. "That didn't go very well, did it?"

"No, but it did mean we were both open to the idea of having sex with other people."

"Yes, but they're our children," he replied, sounding confused.

"Would you like to have another go at the swinging scene?" When he didn't answer, I took it as a 'yes' and guessed he was thinking about Zoe. "They're adults and have their own minds." I took a deep breath and composed myself. "Let's be honest. Zoe is a very attractive woman and I understand if you want to have sex with her."

"Wow!" he gasped and I noticed his trousers tenting as his cock grew. "An hour ago I was playing golf and now..."

"I think this gives away your answer," I said, as I squeezed his cock, getting confirmation he was getting hard.

"But what about you?" He asked.

"I don't know," I replied. "You've got a higher sex drive than me, so I... I wouldn't mind." I was amazed that I'd actually said those words, then felt a calmness come over me. I felt better accepting the situation. Then I felt excitement.

"Are you saying you really wouldn't mind?"

The excitement in his voice gave his intentions away. "You want sex more than I do. You're both consenting adults. Just not in our bed, okay?"

"Okay," was his answer and he kissed me on my forehead.

All manner of thoughts flashed through my mind and then I realised it all went back to Helen. All of this began with her. The more I thought about it, the more I wondered if she had set the ball rolling.

John had never so much as flirted with me before he had sex with her. Had she planted the seed in his head? I decided I was going to have some fun with her. I took out my phone and called her. Twenty minutes later we were sat in her kitchen drinking wine.

"So for what do I owe the pleasure? She mischievously asked.

"Two things," I replied and sipped my wine. "Firstly, your squirting orgasms." I said and giggled. "I've never had one. Is there anything special you do?"

Helen looked at me in surprise. "Wow! I wasn't expecting that." She paused and thought. "The first time it happened, I went wild. I really let go and went for it. No inhibitions. No worries. Not even any consideration for Fred. I just needed an orgasm and it shocked me when it happened."

"So just let go?" I asked, unsure what she meant.

"You know how sex can be complicated. Are you doing it right? Should I be doing more? Is he enjoying it? All those sort of questions."

I nodded and she continued. "Well, I don't think about them. That's what I 'let go' of. Then I just enjoy myself and go a bit wild."

"Okay," I replied. "I think I understand that."

"Oh, and another thing," she started, then took a sip of her wine. "I can't believe I'm saying this. Makes me feel like we're schoolgirls again. Before it happens, it feels like you need a pee. That got me worried a couple of times, you know, the thought of peeing during sex. But it's not urine. Now I know when I get that feeling, I just push it out and whoosh, the sheets get soaked."

We both laughed and I understood what she meant about 'letting go'.

"What's the second thing?" She asked.

I thought over the lines I had rehearsed on the way over and put on a serious expression. "I need your advice," I began. "John and Zoe are having sex. How can I stop them?"

"Oh, WOW!" She exclaimed, wide-eyed and excited, as I expected. "Young lovers. They would make a good couple."

"Helen, I'm serious. What should I do?"

"Nothing. Let them enjoy themselves. It's only sex." She sipped her wine and gauged my reaction. "How did you find out?"

She was excited and I had her full attention. The line: 'It's only sex' convinced me I was right. I leant forward, held my head in my hands and mumbled: "Oh, God." Then I snivelled and gasped as I sat back. "I'm going to kick them out."

The excitement dropped from her face and she looked horrified.

"I've got to go," I stated and got up and left. When I got home John and Zoe had not returned. Ben and I ate in the kitchen and I asked him if he had a plan.

"I still can't believe what has happened," was his reply. "Are you sure you're okay with it all?"

"It's fine. Any man would want to have sex with Zoe. At least with you, it's someone who cares about her."

I was surprised at how casual my attitude had become. Giving permission to your husband to have sex with your daughter should be the last thing a mother would ever do, but I felt fine with it. Even slightly aroused and I wondered if I would have sex with John.

"I'll send them a text, telling them to come home." Ben stated and took out his phone.

Zoe and John were in a coffee bar when her phone buzzed and she read the message: 'Come home, go straight to your room, put on your tennis outfit, then wait for me.'

"Dad says to come home," she said to John.

"Whoa," he commented. "What d' you think's gonna happen?"

"I think we're going to be alright. Come on, let's go," she said and felt a warmth between her legs.

When they entered the house, Zoe went straight upstairs to her room. John paused in the hallway, then proceeded into the kitchen where his parents were sat at the table.

"Where's Zoe?" Ben asked.

"She's, uh, gone to her room," John replied.

I motioned with my hand for John to sit down. "You're a grown man now, John, and you make your own decisions. We can be 'grown ups' about this." The tension went from his body and he sat down.

"Thanks, Mom, Dad."

"What consensual adults do in their own home is nobody else's business," Ben stated nervously, then poured us each a glass of wine.

"How are you feeling?" I asked John.

"Kinda weird," he answered. "I didn't do any of this to hurt you. You know that, don't you?"

"We know," I replied. "We had a good chat when you left and we understand. If this is going to continue we have to know no-one is going to get hurt."

"It's only sex, Mom. I'd never hurt Zo."

"I know that, Hon, but how would you feel if your father had sex with your sister?"

John thought for a moment. "If she's fine with it, then that's all that matters."

"Good answer," Ben chipped in, then took a gulp of his wine. I almost laughed at his nervous excitement. "Right, I'm going up." He stated and took his wine with him and went upstairs.

John watched him leave, then looked at me, slightly confused. I simply nodded and he understood. We both sipped our wine. Then we heard Zoe shout 'Come in.'

Ben entered her room, closed the door and stared in wonder at Zoe. She wore a pleated white tennis skirt that barely covered her ass and a cropped white T-shirt. Her hair was tied into two ponytails and she had put on pink lipstick.

She spun through a turn and her skirt rose up to reveal the skimpiest white panties. "How do I look, Daddy?"

Ben cleared his throat, amazed by the sight in front of him. "Hot!" Was all he could say.

"Good! I want to look hot for my Daddy," she replied and took another spin. "Where would you like me, Daddy? Like this?" She asked, as she turned and leant against the bed with her ass pointed at him.

Ben felt his cock stiffen at the sight of her long legs and her panty clad pussy.

"Or like this?" She asked, as she sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide enough that the skirt rose up to the top of her thighs. "Or on all fours on the bed? Doggy style, woof, woof."

Ben's cock was rock hard and uncomfortable in his jeans. His heart was pounding as he stared in awe at the sexiest lady he had ever seen. He lost all notion that it was his daughter. She was a sexy young woman who wanted him.

"What's the matter, Daddy? Don't you want me?" She coyly asked, feigning shyness as she closed her legs.

"No, no, no. Of course I want you. But... But... Are you sure about this?"

Zoe rose from the bed and slowly walked towards him. She looked him in the eye and knelt before him. "It's just sex, Daddy. Now let me see your cock." She reached forward and unbuttoned his jeans.

Ben's breathing rapidly increased in speed as she pulled on the zip. She pulled his jeans down and his cock tented his boxers. "Ooh, look at that." She looked up as he pulled his shirt over his head. "Is this because of me?" She asked seductively.

Ben looked at her and nodded, unable to speak. Zoe slowly pulled his boxers down and his cock sprang out inches from her face.

"Would you like me to lick your cock, Daddy?" He nodded and felt her soft tongue lick from the base of his cock all the way up his shaft and over his crown. She licked it again then took hold of it in her hand. "Nice cock, Daddy. Tastes goooood."

"Sweet Jesus," he muttered when she sucked his cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue over his crown. Her lips sealed to his cock, she moved her head up and down his length and he gasped out loud. She let his cock pop from her mouth and bounce against her face.

"You like that, Daddy? She asked and smiled up at him.

"Fuck, yeah," he groaned. "Do it again."

She wiped his cock across her face, then sucked it back into her mouth. A minute later he felt his semen rise and he lifted her off his cock. All the plans he had were long forgotten. He needed to fuck her.

In one movement he lifted her up and onto the edge of the bed, then pulled off his jeans. She spread her legs invitingly and he moved between them. She giggled at his enthusiasm when he grabbed her panties and yanked them down and off.

"Slow down, Daddy. We don't want you going off too quickly."

The words didn't register to him. He had to feel his cock in her pussy. She lifted her skirt to her waist and he gazed adoringly at her pretty little blond pussy. He couldn't wait any longer. Standing between her legs, he aimed his cock at her pussy and thrust forward.

"Ooh!" Zoe squeaked.

"Ah, that feels so good," he groaned, as her hot pussy encased his cock. Instinct took over. He grabbed her hips and rammed his cock in and out of her pussy. Back and forth, in and out. Pumping his cock into the sexiest woman he had ever seen.

"Oh, Daddy, this is just like I dreamt of. Take me, take me."

He didn't need any encouragement and looked at the sheen from her juices on his cock and thrust it back inside her.

Zoe pulled her T-shirt up over her tits. "Like my titties, Daddy?"

He reached forward with both hands and squeezed her tits. "Fuck, yes," he groaned and continued sliding his cock in and out of her pussy.

Before she could finish saying: "Pinch my nipples," he had them between his thumbs and fingers. She squealed, then giggled. "Use me, Daddy. Cum in my pussy."

Ben felt his semen rise and pulled out. "Roll over," he demanded and she complied, raising her ass into the air. With one push, he was back inside her. He grabbed her hips and rocked her back and forth, heaving his cock into her pussy as deep as he could.

"Pull my hair, Daddy."

He grabbed a ponytail in each hand and pulled her back to him. "Arrgghhhhhh," she screamed, then yelled: "Fuck me. Fuck me. Cum in my pussy."

Sweat covered every pore of his body and he felt his orgasm build. With a last heave, he forced his cock all the way into her and gasped as his sperm erupted from his cock and filled her pussy. He continued pumping until he was drained and collapsed on her back.

"Oh, Baby, that was so fucking hot," he said, and rolled off her onto her bed.

I confess when I heard Zoe scream, she made the decision for me. John and I were watching the TV, but neither of us could concentrate on what was going on. I couldn't stop thinking about Ben and Zoe, and suspected it was the same for John. When she yelled: "Fuck me. Fuck me. Cum in my pussy," we both heard it above the sound of the TV.

I was staring at the TV but didn't take in what was going on. All I was concentrating on was how my body felt. My heart was racing and the butterflies in my stomach were no longer fluttering, they had taken off and were flying. My neck was hot and my cheeks were flushed. The heat had reached between my legs and my pussy was wet. My whole body was excited.

Those feelings overwhelmed my thinking. I told myself it was wrong to fuck my son, but that thought disappeared when I thought of John's cock. He was right there in the same room and I could have him if I wanted to. I did.

"Follow me," I said to John, as I got up from my chair and lead him into the kitchen. Part of me couldn't believe what I was doing, but the level of arousal had me tingling all over. I simply bent over the kitchen table and said: "Fuck me." Then waited.

When nothing happened, I was mortified. 'Of course he doesn't want me. Why would he want me? Oh, God, what have I done.' Then I felt him slowly pull the zip on my skirt. Seconds seemed like minutes as he gently eased my skirt down my legs.

I gasped when I felt his hand on my calf, then he gently stroked his hand up to my knee and back down. I wanted him to go further and spread my legs. The next stroke was up to the middle of my thigh and back down.

He repeated this on my other leg and my anticipation caused me to quiver. His fingers traced the outline of my panties around my cheeks to my inner thighs, then back down and up my legs.

Lying on the table with my face on my hands, I started to forget whose hands were tantalising my body. When he slowly slid my panties down my legs I realised I hadn't had sex outside of the bedroom in more than twenty years and that sex had always been with Ben. The thrill of it caused a hot flush between my legs.

I felt a cool stream of air on my pussy, then he caressed my labia with one finger, stroking up and down each side. An involuntary gasp escaped my mouth when I felt a finger slide inside my pussy. Minutes passed as his fingers softly stroked the inside and outside of my pussy.

The tip of his tongue on my pussy lips caused me to flinch. My body was tingling with anticipation and when I heard the sound of his zip, I thought I was ready for him. Moments later something large pushed against my pussy. It felt so wide, I wondered if he was trying to fit his fist inside me and I instinctively clenched my muscles tight.

"Relax. It's just sex. Enjoy it." He said softly.

When I felt his hands on my hips, I realised it was his cock probing my entrance and I exhaled loudly, wondering if I could take him. Then I relaxed and his cock entered my pussy. His girth surprised me and my muscles contracted on his cock when he was only a couple of inches inside.

He stopped and waited for me to relax, then pushed in further. I felt his body against mine and he was completely inside me. I figured his length was about the same as Ben's, but his girth was much larger and it was a very tight fit.

'Let go' was Helen's advice and I tried to relax. It took a few seconds without him moving before my body indicated I was ready and I sighed, then felt him slowly withdraw and push his fat cock back inside.

He took his time with long slow strokes and I could feel my heart begin to pound. My God his cock filled and stretched my pussy. It was strange feeling so full and then so empty, but it was a strange that was turning me on.

My arousal grew as he increased the tempo and my juices reduced the friction. Now he was slowly fucking me. 'Let go. Let go. Relax.' I told myself. 'Let him fuck me.'

Minutes passed of gentle fucking before he increased the tempo again. Now I could feel his body bumping against mine and each time I felt a wave of pleasure flow through the length of me.

I concentrated on how much I was enjoying the full and empty sensations and the waves of pleasure as he pushed his body against me.

When he stopped with his cock completely inside me, I wondered if that was it and he had finished. How wrong I was. He leant forward and I took a sharp intake of breath when I felt his hand on my clit. God it felt good. His cock in my pussy and his hand on my clit.

My arousal heightened. I breathed deeply. My clit was throbbing. I knew he would make me cum and felt my orgasm build. He increased his speed and his body crashed against mine, sending vibrations throughout my body.

"Ung," I moaned. He took it as a signal and fucked me harder and faster. My mind went blank and my body took control. The pleasure was overwhelming and my pussy felt amazing. His cock had me on the edge for the longest time and then I came. My pussy squeezed his cock and a hot wave of pleasure shot through my body.

I moaned out loud and he continued fucking me. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me and I came for the second time with his cock buried inside me.

He still wasn't finished. It was the longest fuck of my life. So full. So hot. The vibrations. The waves of pleasure. My pussy spasms. He moaned and his cock throbbed deep inside me. He flooded my pussy and it clamped around his cock as I came for the third time.

I remained still on the table after he withdrew. I thought about what had happened and was amazed how good my body felt. We hadn't made love; we'd just had sex. They were right. It was fun. Pure physical fun. What's more, I didn't feel any shame.

To tell the truth, by the end I had completely forgotten who was fucking me. I just enjoyed all the sexual pleasure my body gave me. I felt wonderful.

"Mom, are you okay?" He quietly asked.

I slowly raised myself from the table and smiled at him. "Thank you. That was wonderful."

The next week was the most sex filled week of my life. I felt like a young woman again and I felt wanted. I told John he could have me whenever he wanted and he replied: "No. Only when you want to."

I had him three nights that week while my husband was with Zoe. The sex reignited the passion between me and Ben, and I had him the nights I wasn't with John. I felt truly alive.

On Saturday afternoon I met up with Helen and my plan for her meant I had to keep up a good act. After making small talk about her shopping, she asked for an update regarding John and Zoe.

"I couldn't do it," I said, sounding sad. "I couldn't kick them out. I'm too scared I won't ever see them again."

"Jesus, Jen. Stop worrying. It's just sex. They'll find someone they want to marry and it'll stop."

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "It's over, Hel. It's me that's moving out."

"What! Why?" She asked, with genuine concern.

"I caught Ben having sex with Zoe. I can't take anymore." I held my head in my hands and sighed. "I have to go." I stated, and got up and left.

Later that afternoon I got a text from Hel asking if I was ok. I replied with a simple 'No' and she asked if she could come over. I was alone in the house and texted back a 'Yes'. Then I sent texts to Ben, John, and Zoe, telling them not to come home for the next hour.

I poured Hel a glass of wine and we sat in the kitchen. She looked at me and her face was full of concern. "What happened?" She asked.

"After telling me it was 'Just sex', she repeated the line to her father, only she went further. She told him she wanted to have sex with him."

"Oh, shit!" She muttered.

"Zoe's a gorgeous young woman. I can't compete with her. It's depraved, Hel. Depraved! How could he have sex with his own daughter?"

"Jesus, Jen. I'm so sorry."

A tear rolled down her cheek and I decided on one more push. "My parents have invited me to stay with them."

"But... But..." She stammered, "They emigrated to Australia."

"New country, new life," I replied with a sigh.

"You can't! You're my best friend. My only friend." Tears flowed down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry. It's all my fault. I've been so selfish." She stated and broke down. A flood of tears and she burst out crying. "I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry. Please don't go. Please!"

I felt so shitty.

I rushed to her side and wrapped my arms around her. "Don't cry. Don't cry. It's a wind-up. Everything's okay. I'm not going anywhere."

I rocked her in my arms and squeezed her tight. Her sobbing slowed. She snorted and wiped her tears on her sleeve. I let go and passed her some tissues. "I didn't mean it to go so far. I'm sorry," I pleaded.

"You fucking bitch," she called me, then wiped her mascara stained cheeks. "You've given me one of the worst days of my life. I thought I'd ruined your family."

"I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you, I promise. Whatever you want. No more wind-ups."

"Why?" She asked.

I explained everything from the beginning to the end. By the time I was finished she was back to normal. No, better than that. She was excited hearing me telling her about the sex I had with John. Hearing how liberated we all felt to explore our sexual freedom, that turned her on.

As she sipped her wine, she leant back in her chair, trying to take it all in. "I'm happy for you, Jen. You're a lucky lady."

"Thank you." I felt a huge sense of relief that I hadn't ruined our friendship. "Are we okay?"

"You said you'd make it up to me," she said, and I could see she had something in mind.

"What can I do?"

"This might surprise you, but your freedom has rekindled a desire."

That intrigued me. "Go on."

"I've never had a threesome."

I immediately thought she meant with me and John. A thrill rushed through me and made me shiver.

"John and Ben."

I pushed my disappointment aside. "I'm sure they'd be up for it. I'll ask them."

"Thank you," she replied, and sipped her wine.

"One condition. Could I watch? I want to see what you do to squirt."

She nodded her consent and I felt a rush of adrenalin.

That evening I tried to think how to broach the idea with Ben and John. I knew two men didn't mind showing their erections when sharing a woman, but I wondered if it might be different if it was father and son. It isn't. When I asked them individually, they jumped at the idea.

Then they jumped me. They both gave me terrific orgasms. I was so turned on at the idea of watching them, I came in no time at all. No squirting, but I had the feeling of truly letting go. I have to admit, I was starting to wonder why I was being so slutty but decided to ignore that thought.

I made Ben and John promise not to tell Zoe. I didn't want her to know other people knew about our relationships. We arranged to meet at our house the following Saturday at seven in the evening. Friday evening Zoe was a bit put out with neither Ben or John wanting to have sex with her (I'd suggested they should save their energy and their sperm, and they agreed).

On Saturday Ben and John made themselves scarce and I could see Zoe was frustrated. I realised that we were being selfish. I told her to go and meet with some friends and to return home at eight o'clock. I also told her not to ask why, but to bring her dressing table chair to my room. That sent her away with a spring in her step.

Helen arrived bang on time and Ben greeted her with a kiss. She looked stunning in a midnight blue cocktail dress.

We all sat in the kitchen and had a glass of wine while we chatted. She wanted to hear more about our incestuous relationships and how the men felt about them. I could tell it was turning her on hearing about our sex lives.

"Shall we adjourn upstairs," I asked with my poshest English accent and they all laughed, then rose from their seats. Ben took Helen by the hand and lead her upstairs, followed by John and me. I was getting excited.

When we entered our bedroom I took my seat beside the door and watched. They stood in front of the bed, a little unsure how to proceed.

"No means no," Ben said. "If ever you want to stop, just say so." I was impressed with his consideration.

"That's sweet of you, but you forget this was my idea," Helen replied, as she pulled Ben to her and kissed him on the lips. It only lasted for seconds, then she turned to John and kissed him. As they kissed, Ben unzipped her dress. Moments later the dress was on the floor.

Helen stood between them and faced me, looking me in the eye. I nodded my consent.

"Cock's, boy's. I want to see your cock's!" All the tension disappeared and they stripped. Helen lay in the middle of the bed with Ben and John knelt either side of her. Ben poured baby oil over the length of her naked body, then their hands began to explore her.

It didn't take long before she was writhing with pleasure. John's hands massaging her breasts as Ben's hands massaged her legs. He rubbed the oil into her skin all the way up her legs and across the top of her thighs, not touching her pussy.

They rolled her over and Ben massaged her arms and shoulders, while John did the back of her legs and ass cheeks. I guessed they'd made a plan to leave her pussy alone until she couldn't take anymore. The suspense was killing me, so God knows how she felt.

They spent twenty minutes massaging her body and it glistened with baby oil. When John gently forced her ass cheeks apart, she emitted a long guttural moan and pushed her ass up off the bed.

"Cocks, boy's. I need your cock's."

I chuckled when Ben looked at John's cock and said: "Me first." It wasn't because of seniority.

The sight on my bed was turning me on. Three naked bodies and two hard cocks; I felt like I was watching a live porno. When John knelt before her, she took his cock and licked it from its base to the crown. I quivered with excitement.

Ben got on his knees behind her and slid his cock into her pussy. He moaned with pleasure, took hold of her hips and rocked his cock in and out as she licked my son's cock. This was definitely the hottest thing I had ever seen and I felt my heart race.

It wasn't long before Hel's face was beetroot red and she was lost in the pleasure she was experiencing. Her eyes were closed as she rocked back and forth in rhythm with Ben as he fucked her. She held John's cock against her face, then enveloped his crown with her lips and jacked him off. I was starting to feel incredibly horny.

I now understood what she meant by 'letting go' and could see she had abandoned any inhibitions. She was a woman enjoying sex without a care in the world. I felt strangely proud of her. It was her needs being taken care of, not the men just getting their nuts off.

She looked back at Ben, "Harder! Make me cum," she demanded. He tightened his grip on her hips and pounded his cock in and out of her pussy. Helen let go of John's cock and her body stiffened. "I'm gonna cum," she announced breathlessly. "Pull out!"

Ben pulled out and Helen groaned as her orgasm squirted from her pussy and soaked Ben's thighs. "Fucking yes!" Was his response, then he slid his cock back in.

"Wow!" I thought and wondered if I could let go and orgasm like that. A knock on the door startled me and I remembered it was Zoe. I put a finger to my lips to quieten her and opened the door. She heard what was going on before she entered the room and a smile was instantly on her face.

Not one of them noticed as Zoe sat on her chair beside me. She watched intensely as they fucked and I wondered if I had done the right thing inviting her. Would she be okay with our secret shared?

It was only when the guys swapped positions that they noticed Zoe was in the room. "Hi, Zo," John casually said, then slid his cock into Helen's pussy. She gasped at the feeling of such a thick cock, then took Ben's cock in her mouth.

Zoe didn't say anything. She looked uncomfortable and her smile was gone.

Helen let go of Ben's cock and looked up at him. "I can taste my pussy," she said lustfully. "It tastes good." Ben took hold of her face and guided her back to his cock. I hadn't let Ben face fuck me, but watching him do it to her set my juices running.

"I can't watch anymore of this," Zoe announced and stood up. I thought she was going to run out. It is strange to say I was relieved when she pulled off her T-shirt and seconds later she was naked. Her body was as amazing as I thought it would be.

She climbed onto the bed in the same position as Helen, her ass towards John and her head beside Helen's. "Care to share?" I heard her ask. Helen giggled, then passed my husband's cock for her to suck. She went at it eagerly, swirling her tongue all over his cock, then bobbing her head up and down his shaft.

When John moved behind Zoe and started fucking her, Helen sat up against the headboard and watched them. "Come and join us, Jen," she said and motioned for me to come over.

I had been so wrapped up enjoying the show, the thought hadn't occurred to me. "Yeah, Mom. Get those clothes off and your naked body on the bed," John commented, as he pumped his cock in and out of my daughter's pussy.

It didn't take long before I was pulling my panties down and I noticed they were soaking. I felt so excited, I thought I would cum there and then.

"I want to watch you all have sex," Helen stated and took a position in the middle. Ben lay down beside her and Zoe straddled his cock. In one movement, she took all of his cock inside her pussy and began bouncing up and down. God, she looked hot!

"Dad, John, don't cum until I tell you," Zoe told them. Ben nodded his agreement. "John, did you hear me?" He looked up and nodded.

John pushed my legs apart and licked my pussy. I gasped loudly and Helen held my hand. "Let go," she said with a loving tone and squeezed my hand. Briefly my eyes closed and the first wave of pleasure swept through my body. I'd never cum so quickly and it felt marvellous.

I opened my eyes when John lifted my legs towards my chest and I held them there. It still amazed me how thick his cock is and I yelped as he pushed it into my pussy. God, it felt good.

It felt incredible. I let go. I abandoned all restraint. Pure physical pleasure. Sexual pleasure. It overwhelmed me. My son fucking my pussy. My daughter fucking her father. My best friend beside me. I was in heaven. All I ever wanted.

I looked up at John. He was gone. Lost. Lost in desire. Lost in lust. He was fucking me like it was all that mattered. I looked over at Zoe and she was in a different world. A different dimension. She was wild. She was fucking my husband like an animal. The sheen of perspiration on her body made her look beautiful.

Then she came. Fuck, it was sexy watching her cum. Her juices flowed and flowed all over Ben's cock. She rolled off Ben's cock and collapsed on the bed. He was still hard and his cock glistened with her juices. Right then I wanted his cock in my mouth.

Helen leaned up on her side beside me. "Let go, Jen. Let go." My heart was pounding. My clit throbbed. My pussy was full. My son was fucking me. I loved it. I loved it all. A shock went through me when I felt a hand on my clit. It was Helen's. "Let go, Jen, and cum for him. Come for your son."

She strummed my clit as my son fucked me. I was gone. I felt the need to pee. That was it. I've never felt my pussy muscles spasm like this. I screamed. My pussy clenched so tight it forced John out.

My release. My awakening. My destiny. My orgasm exploded from my pussy. My juices squirted up into the air. Sexual bliss. Sexual oblivion. I was there. I was gone. Nothing else mattered. I closed my eyes and let the waves of pleasure pour through me. I came like never before.

As I bathed in sexual pleasure my head turned to Helen. Her breathes were rapid and short. Her neck arched off the bed, staring down at her pussy as she masturbated. She threw her head back onto the pillow and pushed her body up off the bed. She squealed, then her orgasm erupted from her pussy and flew through the air. It was magnificent.

All three of us ladies (if you can call us that) had squirted orgasms. I felt like I was a member of a new club and it was wonderful.

"Uh, ladies", I heard John say, and turned to see him gesturing to his hard cock. I looked at Ben's erection and realised neither of them had cum yet. I confess I giggled. How the tables had turned -the girls had got what they wanted, but the men hadn't.

"Sorry, guys," Zoe said, as she knelt upon the bed. She looked at us all with a glint in her eye. "It's because of Helen and her amazing orgasms that we're all here. I think she deserves your cum. What do you think, Mom?"

I pretended to look disappointed while I quickly thought about Helen's stories. "Gentlemen, paint her face."

"Oh, yes!" Helen stated. "Come here, boys."

"Alright," John guffawed.

Helen lay back and propped her head up on a pillow. Ben and John knelt either side of her face and began masturbating. Zoe and I sat on the bed by her knees and eagerly watched.

I've seen porn before where a woman gets a facial and I had thought it was a little demeaning. I confess that seeing it in real life was very exciting. Helen was the center of their attention. She was the object of their desire. She was what they wanted. She wanted their cum.

My hand went between my legs and I masturbated watching Helen as she looked back and forth between the two cocks, trying to anticipate who would cum first. When John groaned and pushed closer to her face, she opened her mouth wide for him.

"Fuck," he groaned, then shot his sperm up over her cheek and onto her forehead. The second rope of cum splattered against her cheek and across her mouth. She lapped at it eagerly and the third stream of cum went over her chin and into her mouth.

Zoe gasped, "Fuck that's hot!"

That triggered Ben's orgasm and he fired his semen up over her face and eyes and into her hair. She blinked rapidly and wiped his cum from her eye just as his second pulse of cum blasted onto her cheek and nose. She looked amazing!

I don't know what happened to me, but I felt an urge and acted on it. I leant forward and licked a rope of come off her cheek, then I kissed her. Our tongues twirling together, sharing the semen. Zoe leant forward and licked another rope of cum from Hel's face and they kissed. It was the naughtiest, sexiest, thing I had ever done.

Zoe broke the kiss, looked at me and smiled. I knew what she wanted. We both leant forward and licked more cum from Hel's face. Then we kissed. Passionately. My daughters tongue in my mouth. Our tongues danced together, sharing Ben and John's cum.

When I broke the kiss, I looked at Helen and Zoe and realised we had a lot more exploring to do. I turned to Ben and John.

"I think we should all sleep in here tonight."

The end.

464 Glory Hole

incesting

All characters in the story are above 18, readers must also be above 18.

This is a long story with an underlying Incest theme, and lesbian love.

This is a story about Helene, Ernst and Peter. To know about Adam and Sara, who are also part of this story, you might want to also read Kama Sutra, though not necessary.

enjoy...

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Ernst and Helene, both 42 years old, have been married for 22 years. They fell in love while in college and married soon after Helene got pregnant. They were blessed with a healthy and beautiful son, Peter, who turned 20 last December.

Ernst has been in the construction business after completing his civil engineering from Hamburg University. After studies, he quickly set up an outsourced construction firm in partnership with his Dad. Ten years into his work and Ernst had already created a name for himself in public property construction. When he landed the major contract as one of the firms to build the Westfalenstadion stadium - home for the Borussia Dortmund team, his life changed completely. The principal construction company had chosen three firms to sub-contract the entire project to, and Ernst's firm was one amongst them.

The family moved to Dortmund, and slowly-and-steadily their lives went into high gear. Ernst came from a well to do family, but clearly, he was entering into the big league with the stadium. In the next six years, he worked aggressively and diligently. Soon enough, results were there to be seen. His construction business was considered a top tier one amongst Ruhr businesses, and to a large extent also in West Germany. He was chair of the Ruhr Chamber of Commerce for two years in a row and had won quite a few business awards to boast of.

His wife, Helene, started practicing law before they moved to Dortmund. In Dortmund, Ernst's firm took precedence in their lives, Peter was growing up, and Helene felt it best to spend time with him in his formative years. She helped Peter study, took care of him, and spent lots of time with him playing, showing him around, as a loving mother.

When Peter went to read at the Humbolt University in Berlin, for his undergraduate degree, both Helene and Ernst were elated. The fact that he chose to study Law, made Helene only more proud of him than she was until then. She doted on Peter immensely and would die for him. Ernst, while loved Peter equally, but could not find enough time to spend with him when Peter was growing up. But the bonding between them was visibly there.

With Peter spending his undergraduate years in Berlin, the loneliness at home bothered Helene, and she joined Ernst at work with whatever she could help with. Soon enough realized there wasn't much for her to do there. The business was established with a large team, there was very little for her to contribute in terms of hours, as was also - to a large extent - the case with Ernst. They were now millionaire business-owners, and they had a great business that was very well organized and run.

They kept acquiring life's luxuries even while trying to live as modestly as possible. The exception being their home. The fact that Ernst was an accomplished civil engineer showed in their large house, which they had lovingly constructed as their family home - on the outskirts of Dortmund, in the Horde area. They lived in a large six-bedroom mansion with a three-acre garden, a swimming pool, and a tennis court. Peter had spent innumerable days of his teenage years in the gardens and at the court playing tennis, with his mother.

Ernst, a 6 foot 2 inch tall handsome businessman with a broad chest, blue eyes, and a clean-shaven head. He chose to clear his head of hair when he started losing hair from the top. Ernst rarely exercised, but his diligent work regimen kept him fit, in general. He had started jogging in the morning when he turned forty to get his stamina up, and the fact that he had more time on hand helped.

Helene, a brown-eyed beautiful woman with a slim figure and a c-cup chest that looked very much in proportion with her 5 feet 9 inch frame. Her wavy brown hair fell below her shoulders. Her years of tennis had ensured there still was not an ounce of fat on her. Her flat tummy took years away from her age. Her gait was athletic, and she could outrun Ernst by about three to four miles. When he turned forty Ernst had started jogging, and Ernst was catching up fast with Helene, having built his stamina over the last couple of years.

Peter, like his Mom, has brown hair and brown eyes. He kept his hair slightly hippyish, which in contradiction to his Ernst's clean-shaven head was a welcome change for Helene. A tall athletic boy at 6 feet, Peter is slim; muscled on his shoulders and arms. He is not much fond of running, though, and both he and his mother ran 5 miles together almost daily. Extremely well mannered and up-to-date on current affairs, Peter is soft-spoken and gentle like his mother. Ernst, on the other hand, is aggressive and a go-getter, his business had made him confident.

When Peter left for college three years back, Helene's shuffle to office-and-then- back, changed the equation between Ernst and Helene. They both loved each other immensely, but age and life's routines were taking away the zing from between them. They both decided to do something about it.

What followed, were a series of experiments. At first, naturally came experimenting with sexual positions. Two weeks later, they felt closer to one another and felt it was a much-needed respite in their lull of life. They dived deeper into experimenting in sex positions and took it to the next level with outdoor sex. Their large garden and a swimming pool section helped tremendously. They even did it in the car park outside their home, once.

Their sex life started to spice up, and the hunger to experiment also grew. This was around the same time Helene had joined Ernst at the office, and they would often travel together.

The intensity of their sex rose, as did the frequency. Both Ernst and Helene loved it. Ernst had also started spending more time with his lovely wife and let his efficient team handle the business with more autonomy. Helene had reduced her time at the office as well. It all seemed to be going along well.

Ernst had started jogging with Helene and was catching up to her level of fitness. Around a year back, fatigue in their sex life again made them consider swinging. By then, they knew they wanted to keep experimenting, to keep their fire alive. The thought of swinging was tempting but was shot-down unanimously because both did not want the other to have other sexual partners. Their love was still keeping them bonded.

Out of the blue, one day, Ernst suggested a cruise holiday, to which Helene readily agreed. They took a cruise in the Mediterranean that summer. On the cruise, Helene and Ernst met Sara and Adam, an Indian couple settled in the United States. The cruise seating for lunch and dinner made various families share larger dining tables, and Sara and Adam happened to be on their table. Sara was about the same age as Helene and Ernst, but Adam was about twenty years younger.

Despite the fact they were contrasting couples, they clicked immediately for some reason. The girls found themselves together quite a few times on the cruise and loved each other's company. Sara was a beautiful, fair, and slim lady for her age. Very well proportioned around her breasts and her bum. Adam was an actor of some sort in Hollywood and extremely good looking, well-built physique.

Over the cruise, Sara and Helene spent many hours on the cruise together each day, and the seven-day cruise brought them together as good friends. Both were certain to carry on with the friendship long after the cruise, albeit it would be along distance one, they knew.

The enigmatic Sara made Helene rethink about herself as a person in many ways. The energy Sara exuded attracted Helene. Helene had never experimented with women, and the attraction she felt towards Sara confused her tremendously. She could not understand the magnetism and desirability she felt towards Sara, neither did she express it with Ernst or with Sara.

Sara clearly was a liberated soul, and very self-confident as an individual. Her attitude towards everything exuded confidence and charisma.

On the sixth night of the cruise, there was a gala-evening planned by the cruise liner company. Both Sara and Helene decided to dress up.

Sara invited Helene. Sara asked, "What do you say, we dress up together? I'd love to have your opinion about my dress for the evening."

Helene, on her part, showed zero reluctance, "Sure." Not giving it any second thought. The comfort she felt around Sara was soothing.

She added, "I'll get my dresses as well, and we can both decide what to wear."

"We can get ready in my cabin itself," Sara confirmed. "I'll send Adam away."

They both chuckled and took a swig at their cocktails, sitting next to the swimming pool deck, overlooking the Mediterranean.

Adam was in the pool, moving about on his own and looked at both the ladies off- and-on.

Sara offered, "You want to go for a swim."

Helene shrugged and started to get up. She kept her drink on the table next to the lounge chair and got up. Instinctively her hands went to her bum and drew the fabric from her bottom out of the crack. Having seen Sara's costume, she felt like Mother Teresa. Her own costume was short, but Sara's bikini styled costume was racy, to say the least. Helene's costume was red and white; it covered the melons on her chest well, and had no cloth besides that on top. The strings that went behind her tied up neatly on her neck and her back. Her bottom was covered with fabric on the bums and her mound and the side knots of the strings were high on her hips.

Sara's entire black colored bikini styled suit was made of fabric equaling about just one triangle of Helene's suit. Sara's breasts were all outside the triangles on the top, which covered mere inches outside her areolae. Her bottom was a patch in the front and a string that vanished inside her crack from the back.

Sara led the way to the pool with Helene right behind her. Adam looked towards both of them and gawked in awe towards the beautiful women. He was in love with Sara and could help but compare the two beauties. Sara with her light brown complexion, swaying breasts, slim waist, and her confident stride towards the pool - Helene with her white skin, equally large breasts as Sara but covered well swaying slightly, her waist just about an inch or two bigger than Sara leading to well-proportioned hips.

Helene's hips were fuller but firm. Helene was an inch taller. Helene gave a voluptuous vibe. Adam kept his mouth open until both of them had descended in the pool.

The small pool had about ten people around, including a family of four playing on the far side. After a couple of laps around the pool, the three of them stuck together and chatted. With Adam included in the discussion, the talk drifted towards the cruise's facilities and the food. Smartly, Adam shut himself up and let the ladies do the talking. With each passing minute, he would say less, and eventually, the discussion between Sara and Helene went back to the gala evening later that night.

Adam used his silence to work up near Sara and drew her close. His hand drifted around Sara's waist and slowly pulled her near him. In the next minute or so, Sara and Adam were attached from the hip - side to side while Adam's hand was around her waist, and Sara put her left hand around his shoulder. A minute into this position and Adam's hand traveled downwards to Sara's butt and cupped her right cheek, under the water.

Sara and Adam, joined together, were standing opposite to Helene and the girls discussing the dance show of the previous night, which they had attended in the theatre. Sara pulled slightly from Adam and reached across to Helene. She shoved her hand around Helene and pulled on her. Helene did not resist physically and amused to move next to Sara.

With Helene pasted on her right hip - Sara ended up in the middle - Adam on her other side. Unlike Adam, Helene kept her hands in front, and Sara moved her arm around her waist, pulling her in.

Sara and Helene kept talking, and her hand on Helene's waist kept the pressure inward to her. Helene, on her part, felt hunched with her hands in front. She eventually pulled her left hand up and around Sara's shoulder.

The move attached Sara completely to Helene from hip to shoulder. Sara's hand stayed on the waist but pressure towards her. Helene's arm around her neck brought Sara's face near hers. They chatted softly as long lost friends meeting after a long break.

Long minutes of this, and they realized Adam has slipped off, and it was just the two of them joined together in a hug. Sara brought Helene to her front and put her other arm around Helen's shoulder in an effort to be face to face with her. Their sides detached but their bellies were touching from the front, their breasts grazing each others. None gave any sexual thought to their proximity, it was their comfort with each other that had brought them close.

Eventually, when the moment was lost, they broke away slowly and reluctantly to start swimming towards the corner of the pool exit.

They toweled next to the lounge chairs and spent some time finishing their cocktails.

About half an hour later, they all decided to quit back towards their cabins and to meet back later, before the gala.

In the showers, Sara and Helene took the adjacent stalls, and Adam came later. Adam did not give it any second thought as he joined Sara in her stall, and both of them giggled while scrubbing themselves off.

Helene obviously finished first and crossed their stall towards the mirrors. She looked at the lovebirds kissing under the shower, and smiled and kept moving. Both the girls agreed to meet in about an hour or so, in Sara's cabin.

Sara and Adam wasted no time in shredding whatever little they were wearing once they were in the cabin. Their cabin was a decently large size cabin with a double bed and a window leading to a balcony facing the sea. They did not waste time opening the window-panes and quickly attacked each other.

Adam started with her face and kissed her earnestly for a good ten minutes, and after exploring every nook of her mouth, he came back out and kept kissing her face and chin and then went down her neck.

When Adam was kissing her chest, he started pushing her back, and as she fell back on the bed, he came on top of her. He took back his position on her chest and kept going down with his kiss on her breasts. He took hold of both in his hands and scooped her right one in his mouth as if sucking and licking an ice cream cone. His lips made a suction move and circled her nipple. From between his lips, his tongue descended on her nipple, and he started flicking on the rubbery nubs.

She whimpered, "mmmm."

Her hands strayed in his hair, and she pulled him into her breast. He wanted to keep going down, and she held him there on the breasts. Her eyes closed.

He had no reason to rush. Adam complied with her silent request and kept on sucking and licking until she was moaning.

Belatedly, he restarted his downward journey and kept licking her stomach and belly and her mound, and she kept moaning.

"Adaaamm," she said.

By the time Adam reached her pussylips, she was wet all over from her neck to her pussy. He did not go with the formalities and took charge of her pussylips. She grew louder. Her pussylips were already wet. He entered with ease and kept licking the inside of her pussylips until his tongue was in, deep, and the only possible motion left to perform was to flick. But he chose to pull back his tongue, and she whimpered as if whining.

His tongue flung back into her pussylips, that were now open. She moaned louder, 'UUUUMMMM."

He kept this in-and-out motion going for a long while, and he had her writhing as well as moaning.

Just when she felt she was about to cum, he went up and started flicking her clitoris.

She exploded into his face with a loud, "aaaagghh."

She moved violently, and her hands kept their pressure inwards behind his head, holding his hair between her fingers.

He kept the flicking on her clitoris heavy and regular, and she kept cumming into his mouth. She had barely settled down a bit when he went out of her pussylips as if licking her leaking juices. His licks reached her perineum, and he shoved his tongue up her ass hole in one shove. Her leaking juices had already made her anus wet, and his wet-tongue found no resistance.

His tongue had barely entered her anal opening about two or three inches, and she shuddered again with a major orgasm 'Addddaammmmm,' she wailed.

By the time Sara could get her wits together, Adam was riding her. His dick lined up at the entrance of her pussy, waiting for her. As soon as she opened her eyes to look at him, he started descending into her. His hips kept a slow downward pressure into her, and without any breaks, he only stopped when he had touched bottom. On her part, Sara kept her mouth open in elation, and her eyes locked with Adam's.

His shove had reached hilt, withdrew a fraction, and then pushed back in to recheck if he had indeed reached bottom. Sara moaned to confirm.

He withdrew again to start fucking her. He knew she was off the edge, and he wanted it like that. He yearned to take her on another journey, and he wanted to build it well. His shoves started slowly with long pulls and then drops into her. Minutes later, he increased the tempo a few notches. Even while he wanted to keep going slow, he just could not. His drives into her became more eager, and his push and pull repeated with vigor.

Sara was only too aware of what he was doing, and the predictability of his action made her wait in anticipation. As he went more into it, his piston-motion became motorized. He just banged into her with regular millisecond intervals. Her push back up was also assisted by the ship's wave motion creating a new tandem between their bodies.

When Adam exulted and started cumming into her - he grunted, "unnnghhhhh."

She orgasmed one more time with a low scream of "aaaannghhh," loving the feel of her son's cum reaching her depths.

He fell on top of her and held himself on his elbows. He was panting. She had gone limp, vibrating on the inside.

He looked into her face, with her eyes closed, for a long while. He remained embedded inside her while losing his stiffness rapidly. When she did open her eyes, he was inches above her face.

He came down and kissed her lips and said, "I love you, Mom."

--

By the time they got themselves to stand up and freshen up in the shower, it was well over an hour. Sara asked Adam to get ready first so he can get out of the cabin because she had called Helene over for the evening.

While Adam was showing in the en-suite, Sara ordered some wine from room service.

Adam was ready soon enough, and was getting dressed as Sara entered the shower. The wine arrived, and Adam signed for it. He was putting on his jacket when the bell chimed again.

Helene came in with a few dresses in her hands. Adam signaled to her, "She is in the shower. She should be out soon."

Helene sat near the TV console and chatted up with Adam briefly. The awkwardness between her and Adam was contrasting to what she felt with Sara. With her, Helene felt natural and calm. What she felt with Adam was not bad, but awkward. It was probably the age gap between them.

Adam poured her a glass of wine before stepping out, assuring her to meet them at the theatre on the lower deck.

As Helene waited with wine in her hand, sipping occasionally, she looked around and saw a photo frame next to the bed with a picture of Sara and Adam. A photo shot on a beach in Los Angeles. It was obvious they were deeply in love.

It was just then, Sara entered with a towel around her breasts and her hair wet dripping water behind her, clinging to her back. Beads of water on Sara's chest, some traveling southwards while some clung to her, not letting go of the beautiful woman.

Helene looked up at Sara with a slightly open mouth, and she was in awe of Sara's beauty now. She realized what an amazingly beautiful woman Sara was and how sexy she looked.

Sara smiled at Helene's silent welcome, and she said, "Hey," continuing "sorry to have kept you waiting."

Helene had this overwhelming urge in her gut. She got up and came near Sara. When Helene was face-to-face with Sara, only inches away from Sara's face, she lifted her right hand to Sara's face. She caressed Sara's face lightly and felt her wet, yet smooth, skin. She felt a burning urge from within to touch this goddess and to feel her beauty.

Sara pulled her right hand up and brought it behind Helene's head and cupped it to pull her head into her face. Her left hand snaked behind Helene's waist to pull her towards herself. She kept looking into Helene's eyes as if trying to seek permission from her. None came. She also found no resistance. Helene was in a trance. When Sara left no gap left to fill between their bodies, she closed the remaining gap between their lips.

Her lips took Helene's first. She kissed, and licked her lips. Finding tepid response, Sara sucked on Helene's lips and then she entered Helene's mouth with passion. Helene in her trance like zone, wanted to do a hundred things, but forgot where to start with Sara. She let Sara take lead, even while everything Sara was doing, was exactly what she wanted to do with Sara, and more.

Sara pulled on Helene's tongue to start sucking on it. Her hands behind Helene's back finding strength and pulled her tighter. Her hands moved up and down as if trying to search for something.

Sara kept the lips on Helene's and kept sucking her tongue in all earnest.

Helene started a low moan, "mmmm."

Helene had never kissed a woman before. She was in a zone that was alien to her. She was kissing a woman; she was kissing a gorgeous woman; she was kissing a sex-goddess of a woman. She was moaning much louder in her mind that what came out of her throat. She continued to moan until her brain went numb to any kind of thinking.

Helene had a lustful buzz about her. She realized she wanted more, and she started kissing Sara back with desire she did not know existed in her. She went passionately into kissing Sara. All the to-and-fro in their mouths resulted in a jostle of their hands and bodies. Helene's hand working behind Sara had dragged the towel away from around Sara. Sara stood in all her naked glory in front of her new friend and lover, as the towel found the floor.

After a hundred kisses exchanged between them, they were both panting. Instead of going any further, they broke off chuckling and amused at what they had just done. Their relationship had leaped off into a new realm.

Helene fell back on the bed and sat on the corner of the bed. She looked up at this beautiful woman who had turned fresh feelings in her, and especially ones she did not know she ever had towards another girl.

Sara did not attempt to sit. She just stood in front of Helene and let her soak in the view, to her heart's content. Both remained silent while Sara did a turn and showed herself to Helene from front to back and then back to front. Helene gazed in admiration towards Sara, what was clearly now an amorous stare.

When Sara stepped forward, she held Helene's head and pulled her face into her belly. Helene kept kissing Sara's belly many times until Sara stepped back. Helene did not know what to do next.

Sara reckoned she would have to lead and pulled Helene by her hand. And when Helene was standing in front of her, Sara dragged the zipper of Helene's dress down. When her dress was loose enough, Sara pulled the dress up until it had bunched in Helene's hands. She kept pushing it upwards and until her dress was way-above Helene's head. Her raised arms complied with this unsaid request to disrobe.

Sara stepped back a moment to admire Helene, and when she looked back up into her face, Helene was blushing. Sara did not say anything but stepped forward and took Helene in her arms and started kissing her again. The appreciation of Helene's beauty was conveyed.

While kissing Helene, Sara's hands worked Helene's bra and un-hooked it within a second, efficiently.

Sara pushed Helene back slowly and let her fall back on the bed again. Helene sat back on the edge, with her feet on the floor. Sara climbed on Helene's lap with each of her knees outside Helene's thighs. With their pussy mound mashed together, their breasts jostling with each other, Sara kept her weight on her knees and moved into Helene's mouth for her umpteenth kiss.

Their embrace wasn't forceful but passionate. Helene's arms locked behind Sara's waist; Sara's arms had levered on Helene's shoulders and had gripped her head and was pulling it into her mouth.

Sara worked slowly to keep pushing Helene on her back, and when she had her laid on her back, Sara stayed glued on top of her.

They broke away briefly until they both had pulled themselves up higher on the bed where the pillow found the back of Helene's head. Once Helene was comfortable full length on her back, Sara started her downward journey.

She started licking and kissing each inch of Helene from her chin, neck, and chest downwards. When Sara reached Helene's breasts she looked up towards Helene, wanting to see her face as her nipple got sucked.

Helene looked down towards Sara at the unbelievable sequence where she was trying to convince herself that she was not in a dream. Their eyes were locked when Sara dropped her head on Helene's right breast and took in her nipple.

Helene moaned in disbelief than in pleasure, "mmmm." Her eyes closed to soak in the momentous event and to freeze the image in her mind forever.

Sara started sucking slowly. In the next ten minutes, she had Helene whimpering in passion.

Eventually, Sara left her breast and started her downward journey. It was while licking and kissing on her way down, did Sara remember that a little over an hour back, she was lying on her back and it was her son Adam who was doing to her, what she is now doing to Helene. Her belief in destiny increased.

When Sara reached Helene's mound, she found her panties. She stopped kissing the mound and rose on her knees between Helene's legs to pull off the panties from her.

When the panties came off, Sara looked down to find a beautiful white pussy glistening with juices and open just a centimeter as if calling on Sara to 'come kiss'. Helene's pussy had just a landing strip of brown hair neatly cut in a rectangle, very trim. Sara looked up again to find Helene blushing.

In response, Sara dove down on Helene's pussylips and started kissing. She found her pussy lips wet and started licking from outside to inside. Before she went in, Sara spent a considerable amount of time on the outside of her pussy, licking the entire area clean. By the time it was her pussy's turn, Helene's pussylips were pulsing.

Sara started with her pussy lips, and she had barely entered Helene's pussy when Helene exploded with a loud grunt, "mmmmmuuuuuaaaaaaggghhh."

Sara knew by experience this was not the time to stop. She went forward and inside. She kept licking and sucking. The hunger in her showed the way. There was no plan, she continued to lick and suck everything that she came across.

Helene under her was quivering and shaking in a long-continued orgasm.

When Sara came to touch Helene's sensitive clitoris, she was convulsing like no tomorrow. She was flung into new territory with the lesbian pussy-licking. Compared to what she had been receiving from Ernst this was worthy of an award. After having dragged a couple of orgasm's from Helene, Sara had slowed down somewhat. Sara gave attention to Helene's pussy as if this was her destination, and nothing more was left to be done. Helene was loving it.

Helene's wails of "OHHHH! SAARRAAAAAAAAAAA" reverberating through the cabin in ecstasy.

Sara knew the effect of a woman licking her was having on Helene. She added to the pleasure by pulling her hands from below Helene's thighs and reach up to grasp her breasts in both of her hands. With her raised thighs Helene felt very slutty, but she brought her legs behind Sara's head and wrapped them behind Sara's shoulders to pull her into the pussy as deep as she could get her.

Finally Sara stopped sucking and concentrated on the licking. She licked Helene clean from inside and then moved out to lick her pussy clear from the outside. When Helene had no more juice left to offer, she lay limp, and her legs fell on the side in an open position.

Sara traveled back on Helene and went up licking her belly, her breasts, her chest, her neck, her chin, and then reached Helene's mouth. Before kissing her, Sara gripped Helene's head in both her hands and slowly started a lover's kiss. She started slowly from Helene's lips then, sucked her. She entered Helene's lips offering her tongue loaded with Helene's juice.

Compared to Sara's passion, Helene was responding muted given her exhaustion. Sara slid on her side and fell into Helene's arm next to her, still fully plastered to Helene.

After catching her breath, Helene turned to face Sara. And with less than an inch between their mouths, Helene said, "wow."

They both laughed.

They rested in each other's arms like lovers for a good half an hour. They discussed various plans, and assurances were made. They disengaged reluctantly and started to get ready.

It was unequivocally clear between them that they had bonded at a deeper level than just sex.

With both of them sweaty from the lovemaking, they showered again before trying dress after dress, before they nailed down on a pair. Both of their dresses were nearest to the other's in color and length, and style. It would make them look like sisters.

--

Later that night in their cabin, after the gala evening, Helene did not tell Ernst about her tryst with Sara. Not that she wanted to hide. She just wanted the timing to be right.

Her giddiness was apparent, and Ernst knew something was keeping her happy but probably mistook it for a fun cruise than her newfound friend. He knew she and Sara had gotten close on the cruise and would remain probably good friends post the cruise as well, to whatever level possible, given the distance between Los Angeles and Germany.

On the last day of the cruise, Sara and Helene were inseparable. They went about the cruise doing almost everything together, leaving their respective partners to themselves mostly.

Later in the afternoon, Helene told Ernst she wanted to stay back in Barcelona for a day post the cruise. Sara and Adam already had plans to stay in Barcelona for a day, before taking their flight back to Los Angeles.

Ernst did not think much of it and agreed to alter their tickets for a day later. They also checked into the same hotel where Sara and Adam had booked and requested for a room for one night.

Later that evening, the four of them had dinner together and enjoyed each other's company. Ernst and Adam were also warming up to each other, with this new friendship amongst families. Though, they could barely find a common interest to bond over. Adam was into movies, arts, travel, and food. Ernst was into engineering, business, designing, and football.

Eventually, they found something to discuss - football. Ernst expressed his displeasure of it being referred as soccer in the US. Adam confirmed that in India it was still referred to as Football. Adam had followed Chelsea, as a fan. Ernst had only good things to say about the club. Finally, they had found a subject to discuss.

The ladies, on the other hand, found every little thing about the other interesting and could discuss tiny item for hours with one another, and then go to the next one.

Helene had an ulterior motive to take an extra day in Barcelona; she had invited Sara and Adam to come with them to Germany, and to stay with them for a couple of days. Sara did not confirm on the cruise. She was extremely keen but was not sure about Adam.

Helene thought an extra day in Barcelona and regular nagging might wear Sara down, and she eventually succeeded in convincing her for one day with them in Germany. Before the end of dinner, Helene informed Ernst that Adam and Sara would be joining them to stay over at their home for a day. Helene was very keen to show her new friend their home. Ernst was amused but welcoming at the same time. He liked that his wife was happy around their new friends, and he would do anything to keep his wife happy.

On the dinner table, Adam was equally surprised, but he knew better than to question his mother's decision in front of others.

Both Ernst and Adam had noticed change in Sara's and Helene's over the last couple of days. They were extra touchy and feely around each other. The men gave it no extra bother than necessary.

After dinner, they retreated to Ernst and Helene's suite for a nightcap. The discussion changed to cruise's review, and at that point, everyone had comments to offer. Each had their own opinion about one or the other facility on the cruise, the functions and shows at the theatre, the gala, and so on.

The ladies were sitting close to each other on the bigger sofa, and Adam and Ernst took the single-seaters, opposite them.

Somewhere during the discussion, as they sat barely a foot apart on the sofa, Sara telling everyone about her experience about her cabin and their accommodation, Helene realized that she could not hear anything. As she sat next to Sara, facing her, Helene noticed Sara's lips were moving, but nothing was audible. Helene was drawn towards Sara's face, and she was admiring Sara's lips, her cheeks, her eyes, and her nose.

Without any warning, Helene pulled up her hand and cupped Sara's right cheek, full length, and turned Sara's face towards her. Helene moved forward and brought her lips near Sara. She looked up into Sara's eyes with affection she had felt for her on the cruise. The glint in Sara's eyes permitted Helene, and she kissed Sara on the lips. There was no aggression in Helene's move but a simple loving gesture of kissing. Helene's reaction towards Sara was as if she had something sweet, and she had to be rewarded.

Sara's response in return to the kiss was equally motivated. She lifted her hand behind Helene's head and pulled her in, to return the kiss. Their lips opened together, and it was Helene who took the lead by sending her tongue into Sara's mouth on a mission. Their kiss grew from soft loving gesture to one of passion and need. They kept kissing one after the other and tongues exchanging between them regularly. It was Sara who went after Helene's lips and started sucking on her lower lip, and a few moments later Helene repeated this on Sara's lips.

It took Helene some minutes to compose herself back. Adam and Ernst were both looking at the girls, mouth open, and eyes wide - surprised and shocked.

Helene blushed on what she had done openly, and the embarrassment left her moments later when Sara restarted where she had left off in the conversation, to distract the men back to normal. She could barely manage that.

On her door, Helene kissed Sara briefly again, before saying their goodnights.

Ernst came out of the bathroom, having changed into his pajamas for the night. When Helene returned from the door, he took her in his arms and kissed her forcefully.

Ernst had never seen his wife peck a woman on the lips, let alone make out in front of him. He was getting hard thinking about it. Helene was already on edge and responded with equal eagerness.

Their lovemaking that night was impassioned and urgent. Both did not make it to the bed. Moments after their kissing, Ernst took off Helene's dress, and then without waiting for her bra and panties to come off, he turned her around, peeled her panties aside, and entered her swiftly from behind. Helene's pussy was already wet and hungry, and she moaned loud her approval.

'MMMMmmmmm.' She moaned.

He humped her from behind while she bent forward with her hands resting on the bed.

Both of them were panting in no time, and Ernst burst into her pussy with a loud, "aaaagghh."

He was not much of a noisy fellow while making love, but this was a welcome exception to Helene.

Helene had not cum yet, but she was just about there.

She closed her eyes. The first image that came to her mind was that of Sara. She pictured Sara below her; she felt Sara's lips on hers. She remembered their kiss from a little while back. She remembered Sara going down on her, on the cruise. She started cumming instantly, on Ernst's dick that was still inside her.

She grunted, "uuuungh." Loud enough for the room to echo.

Both Ernst and Helene lay still on the bed for a long while before dozing off.

Helene was yet to convince Sara for her next plan, to stay longer, but she knew she would. She would plead to Sara if it comes to that but she would ask her stay for a few days, instead of just one.

--

The next morning, over breakfast, Sara informed Ernst and Helene that Adam shall not be coming to Germany because he had some work back home in LA. He would take his scheduled flight later in the evening, but she has canceled her ticket. She would have to book another from Germany.

Helene offered, "leave it to me. I will get you the perfect connection to LA from Germany. I will also drop you to the airport personally."

Sara smiled and reached out to touch Helene's hand in appreciation.

Ernst offered 'Sorry to hear you won't be joining us. Is there any way you can reconsider? It's just for a day.'

Adam, "I'm sorry, Ernst, but I have something I need to attend to. And it's urgent. Maybe next time."

Ernst nodded his consent.

--

The day was spent sightseeing around the old city in Barcelona, and they went to see the cathedral - Sagrada Familia, and spent some time at Casa Mila. Their day went by like a breeze. Everyone had lunch at an outdoor cafe and they ate Barcino food. The ladies did some shopping, and they all enjoyed each other's company.

After their lunch, at one boutique Helene chose a dress, she went for a trial. Without thinking twice she held Sara's hand and pulled her along with her into the trial room.

Inside the trial room, Helene shucked the dress on the small stool, and turned to take Sara in her arms. After a fiery kiss, she went down on Sara's neck, only to come back up changing her mind as if remembering she had left something in Sara's mouth. She searched Sara's mouth for her belongings. Sara let Helene lead the interplay.

All they did was kiss and neck each other. Helene did take the dress off, but it was Sara's, as if the store's dress to be tried on by Sara; but she found no logic in letting Sara try it on. Sara's dress was taken off, only so she could be kissed and licked on every part of her body.

A good twenty minutes later, they came out giggling. Helene bought the dress out of courtesy, having no idea if it would fit Sara or her. The cost of the dress was way too low to bother for what she had achieved in the trial room.

They reached back the hotel around the evening, leaving very little time for Adam to pack and leave for the airport. Their own flight to Cologne was an hour later, and they all decided to travel together to the airport, and the three of them would kill their extra time at the airport lounge.

Adam barely made it to the connection he got for a flight that would take him to New York first and then to LAX. At the airport, Ernst spent his hour relaxing at the first-class lounge, and the ladies strolled the airport, arm-in-arm.

In the flight, their seats were in the first-class and the girls sat in the center row with two seats joint from between, while Ernst took the lone window seat. Their full recliner seats were plush. A shutter, if lifted, divided the seats and could convert them as separate cocoons of isolated spaces - should one want the privacy. But with shutter down, the adjacent recliner seats let the neighbors chat all they wanted. Of course, the girls kept the shutter down throughout the flight of about two and a half hours.

Champagnes were followed by dinner served by beautiful air-hostesses. With that out of the way, the lights were dimmed, so as to let passengers relax before arrival into Cologne. Sara stepped out in the aisle and pulled the shutter up on her aisle side. She moved up the aisle to the front of the plane, two rows ahead, and turned towards the other side aisle. On reaching Helene's seat, she stepped in front of Helene, facing her and slowly pulled the shutter on Helene's aisle side, and they were now in an enclosed cubicle. Sara pulled the hand-rest between the two seats and made the two-recliner seats as one large space for both of them.

Sara brought up her knees on either side of Helene's thighs and rode her once again in the exact fashion she had a couple of days back on the cruise. She descended with her lips on Helene for a scorching kiss, shoving her pussy into Helene's and her elbows on Helene's shoulders, her hands behind her head, and pulling Helene into her face. Their breasts mashing in front, Helene brought her arms behind Sara to pull her tight with all her might. They kept kissing one after another and then another. Helene released one hand from behind Sara and pressed the recline-button without looking at the console, and they started going back and stopped only when the back was on full recline.

Sara was riding her, with knees still outside of Helene's hips. She pressed into Helene, from her mound to her shoulders. They were attached at their lips, as if with adhesive. Eventually slowing down, their kissing relaxed to a loving pace with no urgency; they was no hurry; there was no rush. They kissed slowly, loving and sucking each other.

For the next hour, Sara just rode Helene, laid on top of her. Eventually, they had stopped kissing, but Sara had dug her lips in Helene's neck, embracing her. She stayed there until the call bell announced plane's descent towards Cologne. They both reluctantly peeled away from each other, and Sara took her seat next to Helene. Post buckling up, their hands were locked and resting on the hand-rest between them. The airline staff pulled the shutters back down, for the landing.

--

When they reached Cologne, the ride back home was a little over an hour. Their car was parked at the airport, and they took the A1 to get home.

Helene asked Ernst sweetly, "Ernst, do you mind if I sit at the back with Helene."

Ernst was already way too confused with what was going on with Helene to respond. He just smiled and nodded.

Helene and Sara talked on their way home, with Helene sunk deep into Sara's arm. Their faces were close, and Sara's arm was around Helene's shoulder. Both looked towards one another, as they whispered sweet nothing into each other's face. Every couple of sentences, one would kiss the other on her lips, and then there was silence for many long minutes. The conversation would restart, and then again the kissing would break it off mid-sentence.

Ernst had a hard time concentrating on the road with this foreplay between the girls. By the time, they reached home late evening they were all dead tired.

Their large house gates opened by an electronic remote system fitted in their car and they drove down the driveway to the house. Sara was super impressed with the expansive house from outside and the sophisticated interiors inside the mansion of a home. Helene showed off the house to Sara with pride and took her to a room right, opposite theirs. The room belonged to their son, Peter. Their own room and Sara's shared a small living section - a kind of sitting area with two large sofas, a TV, a fireplace, a piano, and a shelf full of books. Usually, their family of three would sit around here in the evenings and read or watch TV or just relax together. The house itself was large, but they had intentionally built it to ensure the two rooms - their own and their son Peter's - were nearby, and an intervening sitting section would act as a lounge exclusively for the family.

Ernst was surprised when Helene offered Peter's room to Sara, what with at least four other spare rooms in the house. There was another on the first floor, which his parents used when they came to stay. But he thought nothing of it, reckoned it was a matter of a day or so.

Sara loved the cozy set up of the adjacent bedrooms and the sitting room in the middle. She politely asked Helene and Ernst to give her a room other than that of Peter's, but Helene insisted - to which Sara could not say anything.

When everyone had freshened up, changed for the night - they met again in the sitting area. Helene offered wine to Sara, which she declined. Ernst, after a drink, retreated to the bedroom and left the girls to talk. He was only half confident that he might get up in the morning and see them still talking on the sofa there.

After an hour or so of sitting together, they fell silent, exhausted, but unwilling to let go of each other. They had slumped on the sofa and cuddled into each other. Both were silent for a few minutes, and finally, Helene moved her back up and bent down on Sara to kiss her. They both necked again for a long while before breaking off.

Helene got up from the sofa even though her thighs were under Sara's head, making Sara also shift and sit up. Helene pulled Sara up and held her right hand in her left. Instead of going for a good night kiss, or good night, Helene turned towards her bedroom while continuing to hold Sara's hand. Clearly, Helene was inviting Sara into her bedroom. The resistance to Sara's hand was negligible. Sara walked behind a resolute Helene with their fingers locked in one hand.

Once inside the bedroom, they saw Ernst lying down on the bed, and his eyes closed. There was a small light on the other side of the bedside table that was on, and the rest of the room was dark. That was Helene's side.

Helene did not stop or pause to check on Ernst, or to check with him. Her sensually-charged mind found no reason. Upon reaching the far side of the bed, she kicked her slipper off, removed her hand from Sara's grip, turned to face Sara.

While looking into Sara's eyes, Helene pulled her nightie off, and she was naked under it. She pulled her hands up on Sara's shoulder to pick up the straps of her nightie and let them fall off from her arms. The silk fell to the ground in one swift motion. Sara was not wearing any bra either, but she had panties on her. Helene sat back on the bed and bent forward to take the panties from off Sara's hips. Sara merely complied silently with whatever Helene was doing.

Once Helene had Sara as naked as she herself was, she sat back and parked her palms on the bed behind her. Admiring Sara's nakedness in the low yellow light of the bedside lamp, she looked up into Sara's eyes before pulling herself up on the bed. When she reached the middle of the bed, she arched towards the pillows next to Ernst with her back towards him. She left ample space for Sara to join on the bed. Once she had placed herself where she wanted, her right arm lifted towards Sara inviting her to join in.

Sara, aware of what was expected of her, reached out with her left hand to hold Helene's hand. She stepped up on the bed with her knee taking the corner first and then her other climbing up. Once she was on the bed she reclined next to Helene, facing her friend.

Once Sara was in the bed with her, Helene opened her arms completely, and Sara sunk into her arms, full length. A few moves later, they were in a full-frontal embrace with their bellies and lips pasted; their breasts' mashing into one another; their legs entwined to have their pussies and mounds touching. Their lips opened slightly for a long lover's kiss with slow tonguing. They were tired and beat from the entire day of sightseeing and travel.

They both slept in each other's arms. Every couple of hours, one or the other would get up to notice that they had untangled, then she would pull the other back into her arms and fall asleep again. It got repeated the entire night and early morning. They were tired and slept heavy, but what trumped their weariness hands down was their horniness and their attraction towards one another. Their sleep was so scattered that when both got up in the morning, in each other's arms, their heads were heavy, and they were drifty.

When Ernst got up in the morning, before either of them, he was surprised to see this new interplay. Two naked women in his bed.

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Months back, when Ernst and Helene had discussed swinging briefly, it was shot down. Their tryst with experimenting led them to explore various ways to spice up their sex lives, including porn videos, and seeing some adult TV channels. They gave it up soon enough and moved on to other ways to deal with their experimentation.

In a candid opening up and talking about fantasizes, he had shared with her that he had fantasized about a threesome. Helene had laughed at it, at the time; and to lessen his embarrassment, he had also laughed it aside. Having another woman in his bed, along with his wife, was his ultimate fantasy.

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When Ernst got up in the morning, before either of them, he was surprised to see this new interplay. Two naked women in his bed.

He was rock hard in a matter of minutes. There were no covers on either of the girls. They were holding each other as if the other might run away in the middle of the night. They were stark naked.

It was very difficult for him to not ravage Helene at the moment, if not both of them. Sara's lips were near Helene's chest, a few inches above her breast. Helene's right hand was gripping Sara's back from near her neck. Sara's left leg was way up inside Helene's thighs, and her left hand was behind Helene's butt as if lifting Helene into herself.

Ernst was in a desperate state of horniness, but he eventually decided against moving between the lovers on his bed. He wanted to touch and feel Helene and assure himself that it was indeed really them, and naked and not his dream.

He got off the bed and went into the attached bathroom to relieve himself. He washed his face, pissed, brushed, and went out of the bedroom, before looking back at the bed to reassure that there was indeed a pair of beauties on his bed.

He made breakfast for himself and the two girls. After a long wait, he went for a jog to clear his mind. When he came back, the girls were still out of it, but positions had changed. Sara was lying half on top of Helene who was almost on her back. Helene's hand cupped Sara's face and cheeks.

Ernst smiled and went into the bathroom to shower. By the time he came out, both the girls were up and still lying into the other's arms, facing each other.

He cleared his throat when he saw they were up and whispering.

Helene looked up, turning behind her. Sara dug her face into Helene's chest.

Helene said, "Get lost, Ernst."

Ernst smiled, almost laughed at her snap. He walked out towards the sitting area.

Half an hour later, the girls were back in their nighties, and they came out of the bedroom into the sitting area, where Ernst was sitting ready for his office. There was breakfast made and laid on the coffee table in front of the sofa, along with coffee and juice.

When the girls sat down, Ernst got up to heat up the coffee and let them start with breakfast and juice.

Ernst was modest enough to not broach the elephant in the room with either of the girls during breakfast and had decided to tease Helene after Sara had returned the next day. More importantly, he was hoping for a repeat of last night and could not risk discussing it and jinx it.

He kept the discussion on what they were planning to do during the day. He was of course going to the office and would catch up back early in the evening to have supper together.

With Ernst out of the house, the girls lazed around the sitting room for a long time, eating a slow breakfast. They had not slept very well and had frequently woken up throughout the night, and it made them both lazy.

With Ernst out of the house, both decided to lie down again for a bit. What was on their minds was clear.

When they reached the bed, Helene pulled herself up until she had her back on the headboard and her bums on the pillow. Sara moved up between her legs and started kissing Helene from her toes and went up slowly licking, and cleaning the sweat she had on her. The saltiness and muskiness were intoxicating to Sara.

When she reached Helene's quim, she devoted an unreasonably long time licking the outside of the pussylips.

No sooner had Sara kissed Helene's pussylips that Helene started cumming.

Sara kept on and went in; she started pushing her tongue deep into Helene's pussy. When three inches of her tongue was inside Helene, Sara turned her tongue, and Helene moaned louder with passion.

Sara licked the inside of Helene's pussylips for a long while, and Helene's orgasm lasted a long long while. Helene's hands gripped Sara's hair to pull her in deeper as if it was possible.

Helene's orgasm was in continuous flow when Sara upped the ante by stroking her sensitive clitoris with her tongue.

Helene shuddered violently and came with louder than ever grunt, "unnnggghhhhh."

Sara was not done; she kept stroking the clitoris and alternated between licking the insides of the pussy and flicking her clit. Helene was in throes of passion, and she was writhing in ecstasy below Sara.

Sara did not want to give up on her prized possession, but when Helene lay limp, Sara got scared that she might have passed out. Sara traveled up on Helene's body licking, and kissing until she reached Helene's lips. By then, Helene had her eyes open and was waiting for Sara to join their lips. They looked into each other's eyes and kissed like lovers.

Helene was motivated to return the favor. Just that she needed some guidance. Sara turned on the bed, from above Helene to rest her back on the pillow. She reclined on the headboard just enough so her neck was tilting forward somewhat. She snaked her arm behind Helene's neck and pulled her from the side and on top of her. Once Helene was on top of Sara, after kissing a few times, she tentatively started going down on her breasts. Her kisses turned to passionate licking on Sara's nipples. In a matter of moments, she was sucking Sara hard on the nipple and got Sara all worked up.

Sara moaned in affirmation, "mmmm" while her hand strayed on top of Helene's head to keep her there.

Helene chose to move ahead after sucking on Sara's breasts for long, shuffling from one to the other. She went down to Sara's bare pussy and took extra pleasure in licking the smooth skin. Sara's pussy mound felt like a baby's skin. When Helene found Sara's pussy, it was leaking heavily. Sara guided Helene's head to the pussy making it known, she wanted no more delay.

Helene slowed her licks and started lapping. Her licks were long and slow. She was trying to figure out the taste, the feeling, the experience, and the smell of her first pussy. Some ten licks later, she drilled inside exactly how Sara had, earlier, and it got her a home run.

Sara shouted..."...hhhuuunggh."

Helene was in heaven. She just drilled on, in no logical flow; she just licked, and kissed, and flicked, and dove in. Sara kept the inward pressure behind Helene shoving her head into the pussy. Just as Sara had done, Helene moved towards Sara's engorged clitoris. She pursed her lips to pull it slightly, and Sara burst in loud cry, "HEELLLLLENNN..."

Sara let Helene play with the clitoris and continued to reward her with juices. Her pent up desire had burst out through her pussy, and there was an eager customer with her mouth plastered to ensure not a drop got wasted.

When Sara settled down, she pulled up Helene on top of her and quickly took Helene by her mouth. Their lips met aggressively, and juices exchanged as if each needed some juice for survival.

They remained entangled and hugging long after the kissing had ended. Both took about half an hour to gather themselves.

Lazily they got up and went in for shower together. In the shower, both girls cleaned the other patiently and slowly. Every inch was scrubbed with hand and soap.

Post their shower, neither bothered to put any clothes on. They went back to bed and started making out all over again. It took them another one hour to bring each other to orgasm, and they stayed on one another until both had at least two orgasms each drawn from them.

Both of them skipped lunch and stayed in bed lazily in each other's arms.

It was around five that Helene felt guilty of not letting Sara get up and offered to get something to eat.

Sara told her, "Don't bother, I'm not hungry."

Helene turned around towards the side stand and found her phone to call Ernst.

"Ernst, could you please get food for dinner. I have not been able to cook anything for us yet, and we are hungry." She asked.

"Sure, I'm on my way. I'll pick up something from Brauhaus." Ernst replied.

An hour later, Ernst was home with food in his hands. He found Helene and Sara in the sitting room upstairs; both of them relaxing. Helene was wearing one of Ernst's long shirts, she sometimes wore it at home to relax in. It was obvious that she had nothing underneath it. Sara had chosen to wear one of Helene's gowns. He bet she too had nothing below it either.

They had an early dinner on the coffee table, with Helene and Sara sharing one sofa and Ernst on the other, opposite them. They drank some wine from their impressive wine stock that Ernst and Helene maintained.

They did not respond to his question of, "what did you girls do today then?"

Both burst out laughing as if Ernst had joked about something. It happened again a while after when Ernst asked the same question again.

After dinner, Sara and Helene cleared up the table and the packaging. They washed up and went into Peter's room, which was now supposedly Sara's for her brief stay.

Helene showed Sara her son, and his photos, and his cupboard, and his desk. They finally fell back on his bed, and Sara picked up a photo, from his bedside table. A candid photo of his mother, Helene, and him. The photo did not seem old.

They were lying on their backs and the framed photo in Sara's hand up above them. Both admiring a handsome Peter and a lovely Helene.

Teasing, "Why does he have your picture on his bedside?" Sara asked.

Pat came the reply, "We love him so much, I cannot tell you." She added, "he is the loveliest child a mother could ask for."

It was not what Sara had asked or meant, but she knew her innuendo would not find Helene's attention. She let it pass.

Helene took the picture from Sara and brought it to her lips and kissed her son.

With her eyes gleaming, she turned towards Sara, all emotional, missing her son. Sara consoled her and kissed her lightly to move her away from the somber thought.

Sara pulled them up and asked if they should get up and go down.

Helene offered, "let me show you the house?"

Sara replied, "sure."

They took a grand tour of each room, all the facilities around the house, the cellar where they had sauna and steam rooms, and a small home theatre; they moved outside to the pool, and on the far side saw the tennis court.

Helene told Sara, "we should play some tennis tomorrow. If you are up for it?"

Sara was always willing, "I'd love that."

Helene pulled her back and said, "tomorrow I'll show you the gardens." It was getting late in the evening, even though it was not really dark out.

Sara smiled back and followed her in.

On their way back upstairs, they stopped on the ground floor sitting area, which had a huge, plush sofa on three sides, a large screen TV, and a console of various electronics on the fourth side. They had three different tables in front of each sofa stretch. An expensive rug covered the floor, which would be a delight in the winters given it usually got really cold around then.

They did not stop to relax downstairs and found themselves back on the first-floor sitting area, which was between their master bedroom and Peter's room. The place had a very cozy feel to it, and the comfort of the deep sofa pair allowed one to stretch back and relax for however long one wanted.

Ernst had retreated to their bedroom. Helene took the sofa and pulled herself up deep into the corner, and that left a large space in front of her. Her back had nudged into the corner of two backrests with a small cushion supporting her lower back. As she got up, her legs remained folded. And as she moved back up, her legs spread out. She raised her left arm towards Sara offering to take her hand and to invite her to come to sit in between her legs. Sara got up on the sofa and sat in front of Helene. Sara's back thrust completely into Helene, and she had slumped a tad bit more than Helene. Her butt ground into Helene's open legs, towards her quim. Her back found Helene's tits, and Helene's arm went around her.

Sara tilted her head back on Helene's arm, and looked up, her face turned up towards Helene's face. Their eyes locked. Helene's hands went around Sara's front, and one took hold of her right breast, and the other palmed her tummy.

Helene's hands were drawing slow circles on Sara's body, while their faces were mere inches apart. As they continued to talk, the relevance of the subject of conversation mattered less to both of them, until they stopped talking and just whimpered and moaned to each other's mouth. Sara's head moved up, to find herself resting on Helene's shoulder, and whatever distance there was between their faces became irrelevant as their lips met for a slow kiss. It felt like they could kiss for hours.

Helene's hands untied Sara's robe without looking down her front. On removing the lapels from Sara's front, Helene repossessed Sara's breast in one hand and took her tummy in the other. Satisfied with her progress, Helene started mauling Sara's breast in her hand and moved her other hand in slow circles, until it reached Sara's mound. When the fingers reached Sara's pussy, in a natural thrust she jerked her hips upwards turning it into Helene's hand.

Helene's lips never left Sara's, and she kept sucking Sara's tongue. Her hand moved down full length on her pussy and cupped it in her full palm. She squashed the wet pussy as if it were a squeezie-ball. Sara's hand went up behind Helene's head, and she arched as much as she could in her aroused state.

Many minutes of foreplay later, Helene synchronized her finger and tongue and entered both together into Sara from bottom and top. She inserted two fingers together in Sara's pussy as she also inserted her tongue in Sara's mouth. She did this as she rolled on her nipple with her other hand.

Sara started cumming with a muted moan, "mmmmmuuuuuuaaaaahhh." Helene's tongue muffling somewhat Sara's expression of jubilation.

Sara kept cumming until Helene kept playing with her. In time, Helene stopped playing inside Sara but did not withdraw the fingers from inside her pussy. Withdrawing her tongue to let Sara breathe, she brought her lips down to Sara's neck and gave her a tight kiss and left a a hickie on her neck.

When Sara normalized from her high, she remained slumped on Helene with her head on Helene's shoulder and face pasted cheek to cheek with Helene. Slowly, they got up, as Helene pushed forward, and both got up to retreat for their bed. Helene kept holding Sara's hand, so there was no scope of doubt, which way they would head.

On the way in, Helene flicked the light button of the sitting area off, entered their bedroom with Ernst on the bed already. Sara's robe was open from the front completely, and on reaching the bed, Helene unbuttoned the shirt she had been wearing. Helene dropped her shirt and went up the bed, to the middle, and waited for Sara to join. Helene remained turned towards Sara, and Ernst peered over Helene's back to look at Sara.

Sara seductively played nymph and dropped the robe in slow motion. Before going up the bed, she switched off the bedside lamp on her side of the bed. Though dim, there was enough light pouring in for a summery August night, for everyone to be able to see. The curtains were not drawn enough.

Sara climbed up the bed and slipped near Helene, who had not really pushed far into the middle tonight. With both remaining on Sara's half of the bed, Helene opened her arms to take Sara into her fold. Their embrace like the previous night was total - from lips to legs.

Ernst, on his part, had nothing to do, even with his dick rock hard, and two naked ladies next to him. He dared not touch and shake the applecart in front of him.

Sara had just cum on the sofa and that had taken her edge off somewhat, but Helene was in need of some serious loving. She pushed Sara down and let her take an inviting breast in the mouth. Sara sucked Helene's breast softly at first and kept going, slowly building her sucking and alternating with the licking from the base of her tongue while flicking the nipple. The play had Helene moaning, "mmmm."

Helene turned a little to see, what was Ernst up to? Still, in his pajamas, he had turned towards Helene and was staring at this erotic lesbian act on his bed. Without saying anything, Helene, pushed her hips back a little towards Ernst, giving him a go-ahead.

As fast as he could, Ernst shed his lower, kicking it half the way, after having pushed it by his hand somewhat. As soon as his dick was free, already hard, he moved ahead and lodged it into Helene's crack.

Helene whimpered her approval.

Ernst started adjusting and raised himself to find the angle. Helene lifted her right thigh to offer him space. In two small shoves, he was entering Helene. She whimpered again, feeling horny. Another couple of shoves and he was deep inside her.

To get himself aligned properly, he had moved closer to Helene near her butt; His right leg touched Sara's left, which had crossed over from between Helene's thighs. Sara recognized the third person but paid no heed.

Ernst started fucking his wife, in brief pushes and pulls. He wanted to last as long as God would let him. He slowed himself and forced himself to think of anything other than the threesome he was in, something he had long fantasized. In passion, he moved forward, and his chest touched Helene, on her back, locking Sara's hand between them. His push and pull became more urgent.

Ernst started breathing from his nose as if holding back words in his mouth, grinding his teeth.

Sara and Helene were at level with their pace. Helene let him have this. Sara pulled her hand from between Helene's back and Ernst's chest. She pulled her hand out and threw it all the way behind Ernst. She pressed deeper into Helene's chest and held Ernst from near his wings on his back.

The fact that a second woman was pulling him into a threesome with his cock deep inside his wife was too much for Ernst to handle. He grunted and started spewing his semen into Helene.

He stayed stuck to his wife and Sara's hand behind him. His hand, which until now was still behind Helene found its way in front of her. He snaked his hands from between Helene's breasts, and he pushed his hand up next to his wife's cheek, cupping her chin. Sara was on the lower breast, sucking hard.

His grunts, "aaagh", and his spurts inside her did it for Helene as well. It was overwhelming for Helene to have her husband fuck her, while Sara was sucking on her nipple.

She whimpered a sweet climax and shuddered, right after Ernst finished inside her.

Even while his dick had softened and slipped out of Helene, he kept shoving slowly into Helene long after he had finished cumming as if dry humping. Hoping against hope to stay hard, and stay inside his wife. But laws of nature overtook, and his dick went soft in the minutes that followed.

They stayed joint, for a while longer, when Helene playfully folded her leg back at Ernst and asked him, "Errrnnnst." The message within her tone was, 'go away, Ernst.'

Reluctantly, Ernst pulled back, and while withdrawing his hand back, he dragged it over Helene's breast and pinched her nipple on retreat. Helene responded in an "mmmMMM" reprimanding him silently.

Sara did not leave Helene's nipple the whole night and stayed buried in Helene's breast until the next morning. Throughout the night, no matter how many times, they woke up, either she would pull the nipple back in her mouth, pulling Helene back into her, or Helene would push it back in between her lips, pulling Sara into her chest.

Early in the morning, well before 6, Ernst had found his energy back and found his place on the back of Helene. He wanted another shot, but Helene woke up and glared at him.

She did not want to disturb the play-toy in her arms. Under no circumstance was she letting him wake her up. She just shooed him away, with her eyes.

As he acquiesced to her command, Helene turned around again, cupping her breast and pushing it back into Sara's mouth. There was sufficient light in the room, given the slightly open curtains, but both of them rested until long after Ernst had gone.

When Sara came to, Helene was already up for a while. She just kept looking down lovingly towards Sara, stuck to her breast, as a child would. The feeling inside Helene's gut for Sara was that of overwhelming love and desire.

Sara saw Helene looking down toward her face, and rose up to say, "good morning, Helene."

Helene replied with a "good morning, my love." and dropped her head to kiss Sara.

They kissed like lovers and stayed lazing in the bed for a long time.

An hour or so later, Ernst came to bedroom with a large tray.

"good morning, Sara." and then he turned towards Helene, "good morning, darling."

Only Sara responded, "g'morning Ernst." and Helene nodded with her head up as if asking, "why are you still here?"

Ernst smiled. "breakfast and juice, for both of you."

Both Sara and Helene were half up on the bed, with their breasts hanging out from the top of the covers. Sara pulled up the covers slightly to cover her breasts and as a result, also got the cover on Helene's.

Ernst, ever a smart man, knew he was unwelcome and offered. "I better be going. I have an early day. I will see you both later in the afternoon."

Helene nodded, happy that he was leaving. Sara was polite and said, "sure."

They ate breakfast in bed and drank up some juice.

They did not want to get out of bed and kept talking about some mundane stuff that sounded poetic to each other.

An hour later, they found themselves in the shower. Again, they cleaned up each inch of the other with their hand and soaped every nook in their bodies.

Sara wore a small dress that reached her thighs. She had on a summer dress that would be perfect for a Californian summer and good enough for a sunny afternoon in North Rhine.

Helene wore a tennis dress that did not fully cover her butt. Of course, neither wore anything underneath.

They decided to go into the gardens and do a small picnic there.

Late in the afternoon, they made sandwiches and iced tea in a flask. With a basket in Helene's hand and blanket under Sara's arm, they strolled the large attached garden of the house.

During their outdoor sex experimentation, Helene and Ernst had picked a couple of shaded, and secluded enough, areas, to make love. Helene guided the garden tour in a manner that they landed at a spot best suitable for the picnic. The far-out view was good from this slightly raised spot and yet was under a shade of dense trees.

They lazed in the garden under the trees. Every few minutes, a leaf or a flower would fall on them or next to them. A warm summer sun shined near them, while their shade made the slight breeze very comfortable. They were neither too hot nor cold.

"You know this is the spot, where Ernst and I have made love, many times," Helene informed Sara as if this were a routine chat amongst them.

Sara chuckled at this piece of information. "it does seem like a great spot."

"Yep, it does have a good view," Helene replied looking only towards Sara.

They chatted about their husbands; Sara told her about her divorce, which had got finalized the previous year. Helene assumed Adam was her new partner. Sara did not offer any further detail, and Helene did not ask.

Sara did however tell her about her life back at home in Bombay and her publishing business she and her ex-husband had built. While parting from him, she had sold out her half to her ex-husband and had moved to Los Angeles. That had worked out well. She told Helene about her book store she was running along with Adam's help, whenever he was free, and some staff. She had again dabbled into some publishing project, but it was quite different.

Helene told Sara about her law practice and their life back in Hamburg. Their son, Peter, whom she loved more than anything. His growing up years in this very garden and this home.

Helene kept talking while she lay on Sara's stretched arm, both looking up at the clear blue sky, from under the shade.

A slightly longer interruption in their chat prompted them to turn towards one another to check. Facing each other was better than looking up into the sky, and their lips met automatically. They kissed and kissed until their bodies wanted more.

Helene took the lead and started going down Sara's neck. She intended to peel the dress off from Sara. The elastic band on top of Sara's dress allowed it to go down from the breasts. Helene released Sara's breasts and started sucking on one. She ardently kissed every inch of the mammary before centering her aim on the nipple and then going after it with enthusiasm.

A few weeks back, it would be not imaginable for Helene to get physical with another woman sexually, and now, she couldn't get enough of this sex goddess.

It took a great many minutes for Helene to get satisfied with her work on Sara's breast. Then she switched to the other and restarted the licking, the kissing and sucking with as much zest as she had with the first. Sara arched back, relaxed, and played into Helene's hair and let her have her fun.

Helene moved lower while remaining angled outside Sara. Helene kissed Sara's tummy, through the dress and reached the skin where the dress ended. Her dress had climbed up considerably. On top of her mound, Helene again felt Sara's baby-like skin and rubbed her nose on the skin to feel its smoothness.

Helene turned her cheek to rub it on Sara's mound and moaned in pleasure, "mmm."

With nothing underneath their dresses, Helene had clear access to Sara's quim, and she was grateful for their decision. Having lost Helene's head to pet, Sara moved her hand sideways to find Sara's butt - to caress and to hold.

Helene was going to go down on Sara but did not feel like losing Sara's hands from her butt, so she descended on Sara's pussy from above, instead of getting between Sara's legs for entry. It brought their bodies closer but it placed them in opposite directions.

Sara went on her back completely, pulling Helene on top of her. It took a couple of moves to have Helene ride Sara on the face while she remained focused on Sara's pussy. They were both looking into each other's pussy, inches ahead of their mouths. Sara held both of Helene's ass cheeks in a wide open-hand grip. She started pulling Helene into her mouth. Not wanting to lose out, Helene quickly dove and touched down on Sara's pussy first with a full mouth open kiss. Her hands went under Sara's thighs to grip and hold tight.

With their bodies pasted from neck to their mounds, Sara moved her head up a couple of inches to take Helene's pussy in her mouth, exactly as Helene had done on her.

When Sara made contact, Helene left Sara's pussy and lifted her head to moan, "Mmmmm."

Every time Sara licked her pussy, Helene would go crazy. She had been licked quite many times by Ernst, but on every occasion Sara went down on her, Helene felt it would drive her over the cliff. The fact that a woman was licking her pussy was beyond her imagination. It was an other-worldly feeling.

Helene went back into Sara's pussy and kissed it again, and restarted where she had left. She gave one long lick on Sara's pussy top to bottom and licked its full length from the base of her tongue. Sara quivered below her.

Sara was giving her slow and small licks in the center of the pussy, clearing the juices coming out of Helene. When a decent amount of the pussy was clean, Sara went deeper into Helene's pussy shoving her tongue as she went in, and her full face making contact with Helene's butt. With her mouth full, Helene gave a muffled moan again, "mmm."

Helene's mouth had Sara's pussy lips in them. She was sucking the lips and taking the time to kiss them proper. She was performing her first sixty-nine position with a woman; she had only heard about it and seen it in pictures up until now. How cool was that? She willed herself to slow down and tried to soak-in the moment. She was in heaven.

Helene swore that this is going to be one of her favorite positions from now on. She kissed the top end of Sara's pussy and lined her nose on the pussy lips. She started going in and pushed her nose inside Sara's pussy. The aroma, the smell, and the feel were too much for her. While keeping her nose inside Sara, she moved her nose in an up and down motion a few times and stayed there. She was breathing from her mouth. She pulled her mouth away and thought to herself - breathing was no fun; she took a long breath and planted her lips back on top of the pussy and pushed her nose deeper once more, holding her breath for as long as she could. She did this over and over. On one such dive, she let the air from lungs come out while her nose was inside Sara's pussy. Sara felt a warm gust of breath inside her pussy and moaned. Helene played with Sara's pussy to her heart's content.

Sara was in an ecstasy of this small penetration-move Helene was playing. On her part, she had closed her lips on Helene's clitoris and was pulling on the nub. The lips weren't moving forcefully enough to get Helene over the edge but were stimulating enough to keep her on the edge of her release. She was waiting for her own climax to build and wanted to experience them orgasming together. Sara was letting Helene have her fun with her pussy and waited for Helene to go in with the tongue and get her off.

Instinctively, Helene upped her game and went inside her pussy deeper, avoiding the clitoris. She already had Sara quivering below her, and she herself was buzzing and did not know how long she could hold back. Licking the insides of her pussy, Helene tasted the juices on Sara - as fresh as it was being generated. She could not believe the taste was so powerful for her that she felt intoxicated. She tried to eat it all, she tried to drink it all - the more she increased the tempo, the more juices came out.

Sara, on the other hand, could not hold it any longer and was soon going to go over the top. She changed her action on Helene's clit and increased the flicking, licking, and pulling. Helene was in heaven, and she started cumming in a full body orgasm. She was shaking and shuddering and quaking on top of Sara.

Helene was giving a muffled shout, "mmmmmuuuuunngghh."

Sara held on to Helene's ass cheeks and pulled with force, and she did not let go of Helene's clitoris.

Even while spasming, Helene was resolute in her task in Sara's pussy and ground her lips and tongue heavily into Sara's pussy. Her quivering added to Sara's pleasures as she shuddered to an orgasm of her own, and her natural reaction was to push her butt up so she could get Helene deeper into her pussy.

Sara orgasmed with a loud muffled moan, "mmaaaagh." Her focus was on Helene and trying to control the rapidly shaking body on top of her. Sara was holding her bum tight with both her hands, never slowing the tongue action.

Both friends stayed like that long after they had settled down. Helene was limp on top of Sara and her full body weight crushing Sara underneath her. There was no power in her knees and arms to keep her weight off from Sara. When she tried to slip off from Sara, trying to be considerate for her lover below her, Sara did not let her move, holding her on top. Eventually, Helene made them turn slowly, in a manner that kept their lips pasted into each other's pussies and they were side-to-side. Each used the lower thigh of the other as a pillow, while their other thigh locked their lover's head in place.

They lay like that for a long time, luxuriously licking each other again. Without any rush, got a few climaxes out of each other before giving up their prized possessions.

Later in the evening, Helene called Ernst again to remind him to bring dinner because they had not bothered to cook anything for supper.

Ernst laughed on the other end of the phone, "sure, darling."

The evening was spent in the sitting room, on the first floor and they enjoyed Italian dinner along with some wine.

Ernst withdrew to his room, and the girls laid back in each other's arms on the sofa, just hugging. After an hour of necking and kissing, they were tempted enough to sleep on the large sofa, but Helene pulled them up and held Sara's hand to their bedroom. There was no question of Sara going into the other direction towards Peter's room.

Before climbing the bed, both shed their nighties, and Sara followed Helene.

Helene did not bother turning towards Ernst and kept facing Sara who rested her head on Helene's stretched arm. As Sara lay on her back, Helene's right hand was free to roam around Sara's breasts, and her hand traveled up to Sara's face. Helene lined Sara's face with her fingers and touched her lightly on every part of her head and face, from her hair to forehead; from her eyes to her chin; from her cheeks to her lips. When Helene's fingers reached the lips, Sara opened them enough for the fingers to slip in. Helene felt very sexy trying to explore her mouth from inside, and turned her fingers in every corner and stopped when Sara held her on top of the tongue and started sucking and licking the two fingers inside her mouth.

Helene went mad with desire and forgot that Ernst was pawing her ass. She moved her head forward and removed her fingers from Sara's mouth to replace it with her own tongue. As she was bent forward on Sara, her ass naturally turned up slightly. Ernst mistook it as a welcome signal. He entered her from behind into the wet pussy with slow shoves. Helene was in heat and moaned in Sara's mouth informing her of the intrusion, "mmmuuuaah."

The jerks were apparent, and when Ernst increased the tempo, it became difficult for Helene to stay in Sara's mouth. Both held their cheeks together while Helene's hand and arm held Sara's head pulled into her face.

Sara's right hand was stuck between their bodies. She dug her elbow into the mattress to turn. She turned even with Helene resisting the move. When Sara was able to turn sideways, facing Helene, they kissed again. Helene was thankful for Sara's turn; She held Helene's head in both her hands and kissed her forcefully trying to steady a moving Helene because of Ernst fucking her from behind.

To increase Helene's pleasure, Sara's left hand moved inward from near her ears to near her lips. Her finger joined the tongue inside Helene's mouth giving her the same experience Helene had given a few moments back. The lewdness of the action took Helene over, and she started cumming.

When Ernst came, Helene was still rolling in her own climax, sucking Sara's finger and tongue, her eyes closed. The fact that Ernst's cock in her pussy was pulsing added to the sensation, and she just moaned to thank God for this life.

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Helene and Sara spent many weeks like a honeymooning couple. They lazed in bed long after Ernst served them breakfast in bed. They made love in bed in the morning after Ernst had left, showered together every day. They walked hand in hand around the house, in the garden, in the kitchen. They talked for hours non-stop and then stopped only to start kissing each other. Then they restarted talking to stop only for kissing and necking again.

They both loved exercising to stay fit, but they had not bothered with any formal way of exercising over the past few weeks.

Each afternoon, they would go to the garden and make love under the trees. Every few days, they would just laze next to the pool sometimes not even bothering to jump in.

The change, if any, was in their nightly routines. Ernst would take Helene more openly every night. One day she was slumped with her back into Sara, her head resting on Sara's tits. Sara's hands holding on to each of her breasts, and lips pasted on her neck. Ernst took her from the front entering her while she lay in Sara's arms. Ernst's shoves got his face very near to where Helene and Sara's were.

On one occasion, he entered Helene while her lips were pasted in Sara's pussy. He had lifted Helene from the rear and entered her while looking straight towards Sara, who was sitting with her back resting on the sofa backrest. His wife's face hidden between Sara's thighs. His shoves into Helene pushed her deeper into Sara, and every jerk caused a ripple into Sara's pussy through Helene's mouth.

On another occasion, he started fucking Helene even while she lay on top of Sara with their mouth joint and their tongues dueling. He entered Helene from behind her, and the ladies jerked together with his every push into Helene.

Ernst was getting bolder and open, and Sara and Helene also got more comfortable around him. Initially, Helene was hesitant, but Sara's nonchalance ease her down somewhat.

Each morning, Ernst would attempt to take his wife again while she was cuddling with Sara. On each instance, Helene would kick or shoo him away as if he had had more than he deserved already.

Each morning, he would bring breakfast on their bed, Helene and Sara would be lying about in the naked state. Sara had long left the habit of pulling the covers over her, Helene had never bothered with it anyway. It was not as if they were strolling about naked when around him, or even otherwise around the house, but there was this comfort zone now - in which covering up was not a necessity.

One evening, the girls lay on the sofa in sixty-nine when Ernst arrived. They were both lost to the world with their mouths pasted into the other's pussy, tongues lapping calmly. The atmosphere was charged, and Ernst kept the food aside. The scene playing in front of him was very erotic, to say the least. He climbed the sofa on his knees and traveled towards Helene's butt, which had been planted on Sara's mouth from above. He came right up to Helene, and took her hips in his hands, and raised her. Helene was too lost in her dream world inside Sara's pussy to recognize there were additional hands on her back. She merely responded to the upward nudge and raised her hips. Sara's lips reluctant to leave Helene's pussy came up along with her pussy.

Only when the pussy went way above her lips' reach did Sara realize Ernst's presence. He looked down towards Sara and smiled, as she smiled back. Ernst lined his dick behind Helene outside her pussy and attempted to enter. He pulled a couple of small shoves inside to intimate Helene of penetration, who still could not understand the breach. He shoved harder and reached the hilt within two more pushes. Helene lifted her head from Sara's pussy noisily, "aaaaugh" only then acknowledging her husband.

Ernst kept fucking while on his knees, Helene's knees spread outside his. Sara's head was positioned between Ernst's knees. When he had had a few minutes of slow fucking, he increased the tempo. Suddenly, he felt Sara's hand on his cock. She held his dick from its bottom, near his balls, and squeezed. If her effort was to help him delay, it was having a contrary effect on him. He increased his piston movement even more, grunting, and was about to burst when Sara pulled him out completely. He was shocked at first and did not know how to be rude and go in again.

Helene moaned her disapproval to Ernst and shook her butt to call him in again..."mmmmm?"

Sara kept holding her fist tight on Ernst's dick on its base and continued to squeeze tighter. The pressure added with frustration got Ernst to ease off.

Sara without loosening her grip on Ernst put her left hand on Helene's head and shoved it deep back into her pussy. She ensured the pressure on Helene's head told her to keep doing what she was doing. Helene eagerly complied.