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

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Sara slowly pulled Ernst's dick in her hand and lined it up again, this time on Helene's anal opening. With her legs spread wide and Ernst's dick fully lubricated, the entry was easier than one would imagine. His climb down into Helene sent shockwaves in Helene's body. Her tongue left Sara's pussy as she tried to raise her head to complain. Sara's hand was planted behind her head for this exact reason and she squeezed her thighs further to hold her inside. Sara shoved Helene's head back into her pussy and kept the pressure inwards.

Sara guided Ernst's cock into Helene's anal opening, and Ernst did the rest by applying inward force. Even though he went in super slow, moments later, he was embedded inside Helene, with no possible movement available, considering the tight resistance her backdoor provided. He was lubricated enough to pull back and push in again. His first couple of shoves were just that, shoves - with little cock movement. Then he started moving in and out slowly, an inch out and an inch back in. When she relaxed her butt, he increased the distance in her, and in another minute, he was giving her long but still slow pulls and pushes.

Sara released her grip on Ernst, to his dismay, and moved on Helene's ass cheek with her now free hand. She pulled her head up, a couple of inches, and retook her coveted place inside Helene's pussy. She straight went for Helene's clitoris and stimulated her.

Helene's orgasm was something she had never felt before. She was shaking long before it hit her when Sara started playing with her clitoris. But when her orgasm did take over, she was uncontrollable on top of Sara. Sara lost her grip behind Helene's head as she violently shook her head and grunted like an animal.

"UUUUUURRRNNNGHHH." shouted Helene.

She tried to arch upwards, but Ernst's cock was deep in her ass and could not be turned up while Sara held on her butt hard, planting her pussy back into Sara's mouth.

Helene did not know how to react to what was happening to her. She shook, and she croaked. She shouted, and she whimpered.

Ernst started spewing his cum inside Helene, when he saw Helene's overwhelming response to the anal fucking. The double penetration of Sara's tongue and Ernst cock inside her was too much for Helene. The fact that she was heady from Sara's pussy juices added to her extraordinary response.

When she settled down, Helene lay limp on Sara, with her entire body weight crushing Sara. Ernst exited her from behind and moved back towards the coffee table, looking down at the lovely naked ladies on the sofa.

Helene did not even have it in her to slip down on Sara's side. Sara was not letting go of her - with arms around Helene - in reassurance and to calm her down.

Ernst stepped forward and scooped Helene in his arms - adjusting a couple of times and lifted her off from top of Sara. Helene slumped into Ernst's arms and looked up into his eyes in dizziness. Ernst took her to the bed and lay her slowly down on the bed, in the middle.

Sara got up slowly and followed Ernst a few feet behind. As soon as Ernst laid Helene on the bed, Sara slipped next to Helene and inched closer to her. Helene whimpered and nuzzled into Sara like a baby. Sara once again took in Helene in her arms, with Helene's head resting high on her arm and her hand behind Helene's back pulling her close as if protecting her from Ernst. Her hand petting Helene's head slowly, and her other hand going in circles behind her back.

Dinner still lay on the coffee table in the sitting room.

The next morning, Ernst did not attempt any move to enter Helene as she still nestled in Sara's arms.

He did bring breakfast and juice for them and left the girls on the bed, leaving for office, after greeting them good morning.

Sara and Helene would talk hours about her experience of the previous night. It was not that Ernst, and she had not had anal sex, but last night had changed her perspective completely on this uncomfortable sexual act. Helene felt and knew the reason was Sara's presence next to her, inside her.

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More than a month after Sara had come to Germany, they were yet to step out of the house. Actually they did step out of the house, to the gardens. But never stepped out of the property. They had still not discussed Sara leaving back to Los Angeles. Sara and Helene were inseparable; they made love everywhere.

Ernst could not get a single minute alone with his wife.

--

Helene and Sara spent entire days at a time, simply holding each other, hugging each other and kissing. Then on other days making love for hours and breaking off briefly to start all over again. The love they felt for each other was powerful. With each passing day, their feelings for each other were intensifying. The atmosphere in the house was sensual, sexual, and loving.

There were an odd bit of light moments also. Like one day, Peter called Helene to check-in.

Peter, "hi, Mom. How are you doing?"

Helene, "Hello, darling. I am very good. Thanks. How have you been?" with Sara resting in her arms.

Peter replied, "Mom, I'm great. Classes have been hectic, but since this is my last semester, we are preparing for our dissertation. I hope to complete mine soon."

Sara thought of something naughty, and even while Helene was on the phone, Sara came near the sofa and opened the lapels of her nightgown and started kissing her chest. She kept on kissing as Helene giggled.

Peter asked, "what's wrong, Mom?"

Helene, "nothing dear. Just saw something funny on tv."

Sara bent lower and took her nipple in the mouth. Helene moaned in response, stopped giggling.

Peter surprised, "Doesn't sound funny anymore?"

Helene was being sucked heavily, and Sara increased her pressure and flicked the nipple with her tongue.

Helene could not think of a response instantly, and too sometime before responding, still moaning, she said, "just hit my toe on the table."

Peter offered, "should I call back later."

Sara responded immediately, "no. no. we can talk."

Peter went on, "I have not been able to come last month, I'd like to see pictures of your vacation."

"mmm, hmm." Helene responded, thankfully able to keep her head on both sides of the conversation. Her hand behind Sara's head stroked to let her continue the titillation.

Sara went to business, and Helene tried to compensate for her moaning with writhing. She felt a strange excitement.

Peter kept shooting one or the other sentences at his mother, and Helene responded with mono-syllables. Peter was surprised at her usually-eager Mom to not reply in her usual manner.

He offered again, "Mom, should we talk later."

Helene was instant in her reply, "no, dear. tell me about your dissertation." Thinking fast of something that he would take time explaining.

Peter started rattling something on the other end, and Helene looked down at Sara, who was almost at the end of her downward journey into Helene's mound.

Helene was wrung with anticipation. She could not imagine the excitement this bipolar behaviour, that bordered on exhibitionism, would do to her.

Just as Sara found Helene's pussy - Sara too took her full pussylips in her mouth - and started sucking instantly.

Helene could not help but moan and say, "Sara" half out of exasperation and half out of excitement.

Peter remembered that there was a guest at their home, "Is Sara still around? What's she doing?"

Helene responded, "Why won't she be around?" as if angry. Then added, "She's having her lunch." recovering back to a naughty thought.

Sara lapped fiercely on her pussy. Helene was shaking to respond to Sara's assault on her pussy. She was scared that she might cum while Peter is on the phone.

Peter said, "I didn't mean to say she should go or something, just surprised. Dad told me she is staying in my room?"

Helene took her time playing with Sara's hair and pulling her head in before saying, "Peter, I want her to be close to me all the time, and that's why." Her hand in Sara's hair pulled her in further, as she said 'close'.

Not catching an odd choice of the word for a guest. Peter said, "Mom, I hope she is not fiddling with my stuff?" probably anxious about his porn.

His Mom knew all about his porn collection and said, "don't worry, Peter she is mostly busy with my stuff. And nothing that's yours." Pulling Sara's head inwards further.

Catching the reference, Sara pulled her head up and attacked Helene's clitoris. She pulled on the nub with her lips. She pursed the lips in such a manner that the sucking motion in the pussy started making noise.

Helene could not take it anymore and started cumming. The thrill of talking to him while being sucked on was exhilarating. Her climax was hard, and it shook her from within.

She started moaning louder, not bothering with Peter anymore. Her moan's merged with her cry, and she was mouthing a muffled, "Mmmmm."

On the other end of the line, to Peter, it sounded as if she was in pain.

He kept asking her questions but the phone had left Helene's hands, and she was forcing Sara into her pussy with both hands, and pulling with all her might.

Sara continued her flicking and stroking Helene's clitoris, not letting Helene come down from her sexual high. On and on she went.

Helene was in throes of her orgasm, and she fell back on the backrest of the large sitting room sofa they were relaxing on. Phone, still on call, lay on her side.

Peter was now virtually shouting, on the phone, thinking of the worst, trying to figure out if his Mom was fine.

Thankfully the girls did not talk. Sara was still lapping on Helene's pussy, cleaning the juices when Helene bent forward and picked up the phone.

"Sorry, Peter. I hurt my toe again while talking to you." Helene offered lamely.

Peter, "are you okay?" sounding concerned now for more than her toe. She seemed distracted and was certainly not responding properly.

Helene offered, "let's talk later. I need to apply some cream on my toe."

He made a mental note to check with his dad.

Sara, with a mouth full of Helene's juices, bent further down to Helene's foot and took her big toe inside her mouth. She started licking and sucking. A clear reference to applying cream on the toe, Sara applied a different cream on her toe, Helene's juice.

"No problem, we can talk. Sara is putting cream on my toe." Helene offered, still speaking with a lilt.

Peter offered, "really."

"Yes, Peter. She is. She is the most loving, caring person I have ever met. I cannot imagine where she was my entire life, but she is not going anywhere now. I won't let her." Helene went mushy.

Sara left Helene's toe and came up slowly to Helene's face. She took the phone from Helene's hand; disconnected the line without letting her say goodbye; started kissing Helene with love and lust.

--

A week later, one late evening, Sara and Helene lay on the sofa. Sara was half on top of Helene, who lay on her back. Her head high on Helene's shoulder and her lips next to Helene's neck. Her one leg lay high on Helene, near her quim, and her arm stretched across Helene holding her far-side tit in her hand, playfully squeezing the mammary.

Helene's left hand behind Sara holding her in place tightly attaching their bodies and her free hand on Sara's face caressing her cheek lightly.

It had become their favorite position over the last month. The only difference was that it was Helene holding Sara on top of her many times a day, and Sara holding Helene on top of her for the rest of the day. The glue between them bound them together.

On this particular evening, Sara's lips were busy on Helene's neck, and her hand played with Helene's right breast. As foreplay would go, this was a preamble to her next move. She climbed on top of Helene and started kissing her on the lips, and soon enough, their tongues were dueling in each other's mouth. Helene's hands went behind Sara and held her inwards while she lay on her back. Sara's breasts mashed into hers. Sara lay face down on Helene's full length. To lever herself around Helene, she spread her legs outside of Helene and ground her pussy into Helene's. Her hands held Helene's next to both her ears and she kept kissing Helene.

Ernst entered the sitting area and saw the all too familiar scene of the girls making love. He was in a constant state of arousal around them. It was almost a decade back when he had fucked his wife every day of the month. It was one such month.

He quickly shed his clothes and came behind the girls and perched himself behind the pair, near their feet. He slowly climbed up on his knees, not trying to hide himself but just being gentle.

The girls had been at it for quite a while and were panting in each other's mouths, in heat.

Ernst found no option but to hold Sara from the hips before lining himself behind them. It would also inform her of his presence and so that she would make space for his entry into Helene. As soon as he touched Sara, touching her hips and lifting her slightly, it sent shockwaves inside Sara. At first, she was surprised by the unusual contact, and then she warmed up to Ernst's claim of his wife, which had been now settled for no more than once a day, even while she could have her rest of the day, multiple times a day.

Sara was leaking already. She lifted her butt, enabled by Ernst's hands. She knew this position is going to be tough for Ernst to maneuver without bumping her regularly throughout the fucking. The anticipation of the action made her moan in Helene's mouth.

Helene until now was not aware of the intrusion. When Sara lifted her hips, she thought it was part of Sara's lovemaking process to roll her hips up. Helene was used to Sara changing the tone of their lovemaking sessions, and she loved the free thought Sara brought to their coupling.

Helene felt the tip of Ernst dick on her, and she opened her eyes. She saw Sara looking down towards her. Their eyes locked in confirmation of Ernst in the room and on the sofa. They both smiled at each other and restarted kissing each other while letting Ernst have his way. Sara kept her butt raised enough even while remaining pasted unto their mounds so Ernst could enter Helene. Ernst held Sara hips only because they offered a better grip from where he was, and lowered himself into Helene slowly. From his point of view, it seemed as if he was fucking Sara. His hands on her hips tightened, and he closed his eyes, imagined that he was indeed inside Sara and shoved harder.

The angle he got was awkward, but he soldiered on and kept shoving forward. By the time he had reached three-fourth length inside Helene, he had knocked Sara from above Helene forcing their lips to detach. Squeezed Sara's lips had reached Helene's forehead, and Helene's mouth was leveling with Sara's neck.

Improvising, Sara moved up a couple of more inches and gave her breast to Helene while Ernst remained inside Helene fucking harder. Helene latched on Sara's breast as if it would away milk and that she needed feeding. Instinctively, her arms went behind Sara to pull. Ernst's fucking motion soon picked up its tempo. His shoves and pulls did not let Helene hold on to Sara's tit either. She wanted to hold on to the breast so bad in her mouth. Ernst banged hard and his hips bumped on Sara's ass with every shove; and he didn't hold back. The awkwardness of their position kept Sara pushing forward into the hand rest of the sofa.

Not ready to give up on Sara just yet, Helene dragged back Sara until Sara's butt clapped with Ernst on each hump. She was part of this session, and Helene could not do without her. Ernst had to slow down, and his depth became shallow as he lost his leverage after Sara came back down on Helene.

Sara and Helene were again into each other's mouth not caring in the world what and who Ernst should fuck. Sara acquiesced to Helene pull, and they started fucking each other's mouths with their tongues. Both had got worked up and were horny.

With her tongue in Helene's mouth, Sara pulled her hand behind her butt and reached Helene's pussy. Helene's eyes opened. Sara held Ernst's cock in her hand and slowly pulled it out. Ernst was in pain, thinking that he was being kicked out of this communion. As soon as Ernst exited in Sara's hand, Helene looked at Sara and to thank her silently in appreciation of throwing out Ernst.

Their eyes remained locked when Sara did not leave Ernst's dick and lined it upwards into her own pussy. Helene could not feel it, but she knew it in Sara's eyes and gave her consent. Ernst could not believe that Sara had voluntarily pulled his dick and was inviting him to have her. Once his dick was set at the entry gate, Sara left his dick and brought her hand back in front. She held the wet fingers in front of her lips and licked them clean. Then she took her hand behind Helene's head and lifted it up and kissed to return the juice to its owner.

As Ernst entered Sara, Helene and she were kissing again, their eyes closed. Sara held Helene's head from both sides with her hands and Helene's arms were stretched behind her neck in a death grip behind Sara, trying to pull her with immense force, out of love. Ernst's entry was deliberately slow. If this was a one-time thing, he was going to make the most of it. He willed himself to slow down and enter her at a leisurely pace. He took a minute an inch to relish this new pussy he had only seen and had been dreaming off over the last month and a half. He was in heaven, and one does not dash in heaven, you soak it in. That's what he did, went down in slow motion. Picturing Sara's face while he entered her. Sara groaned in Helene's face, low enough for Helene to hear, confirming it had happened. An appreciating low groan. Their kissing intensified. She had not had a cock in her for over a month now. Usually, Adam would fuck her multiple times every week, and she could barely catch up on his youth. But this last month had been fulfilling in many ways for her.

Sara shut her eyes tight and brought herself to think of Adam while Ernst took her. The thumps behind her were impassioned. She started cumming way before Ernst did. On feeling her pussy squeeze he attempted to synchronize their climaxes. He started humping her vigorously hard enough that her face again left Helene's. He shot his load inside Sara before she settled down from her climax.

Her eyes remained closed, and she was hunched on top of Helene, who was looking up into her face trying to understand her response.

Ernst having spent his coupon of the night on them, slowly withdrew. He moved to the bedroom, without disturbing them any further.

Helene and Sara stopped their lovemaking and just lay in each other's arms. Helene had noticed a strange expression on Sara's face when Ernst was inside her. She could not place it, but she knew something was amiss.

They lay there the whole night, neither bothering to get up and eat, or go to the bedroom. The sofa was wide and large enough for them to comfortably sleep in. They were, in any case, joined enough half riding one another, to not care about space.

They woke up the next morning in each other's arms and started their day by kissing, as always, before even offering their good mornings.

Ernst came with the breakfast tray and juice. He was grinning when he sat opposite them. Usually, he would wish them good morning and leave, but he felt cocky and sat in front of their sofa on the opposite side.

"Good morning, Sara" he offered. "good morning, darling," he said looking towards Helene.

Both wished him back. He was pouring juice for everyone and did not notice his wife's frown.

In the next ten minutes, he was made aware that he was not welcome to stay. He left, with just a glass of juice in him.

Sara broached the subject, "I think I should be getting back home, Helene."

Helene knew this was coming. She had known this was coming for a long while. But still hearing it was like someone had slapped her on the face. She did not say anything but just stood still.

Sara also halted, looking at Helene having stopped, mid-walk.

Helene wanted to say a million things, she had hundreds of excuses thought of, to coax Sara to stay back; she had mentally built rationale as to why it made sense for Sara to stay. But when it came to saying anything in response, to Sara ... nothing came to her mouth, she could not speak. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she started crying.

She looked at Sara pleading. It made Sara's heart cringe with guilt, and Sara took Helene in her arms.

They sunk into the grass in the middle of the garden, way before they had reached the trees to their favorite spot.

Sitting with their hands around each other, Sara burst out crying, and Sara cried as well, seeing Helene cry.

They sunk further and lay in the grass, and held each other in a bear hug. Their dresses rolled up. They kissed in between crying and even after an hour of their embrace, neither had Helene spoken a word nor did she stop crying.

Sara stopped crying in between sobs and never leaving Helene's eyes as if apologizing.

Helene uttered, "please" just once.

Sara could not hold it together and took Helene in her lips, and they kissed to their heart's content.

Instead of going further up to the trees, they went back to the house and sat in the living room on the ground floor. On an equally plush sofa as the first floor, they held each other in their arms, not speaking much.

In one light moment, Helene offered, "you know I could leave Ernst and you can come to stay with me forever" and then as an afterthought "better still, ..."

Before she completed the sentence, Sara took her lips into hers to silence her.

Another argument, Helene gave later was, "I could come down to stay with you in LA." Almost resolving in her mind to do it, trying to convince herself more than convey it to Sara.

To which, Sara replied, "If you don't, I would know for sure you don't love me enough."

After many hours of sulking, and no effort at lovemaking, Sara reasoned with Helene, who lay in her arms, "If I stay any longer it would be even more difficult for me to leave as much as it would be for you to let me go."

"that does not make sense, as to why do you have to go in the first place," Helene responded, not rationalizing her demand properly.

By the end of the day, Sara had mellowed Helene down somewhat, but Helene and Sara cried their hearts out for the rest of the day, many numbers of times. Only kissing each other to stop from crying. Sara clearly was holding her resolve together for the both of them.

When Ernst came that evening, the girls were still on the ground floor, and the chill in the air was evident.

Ernst tried to soft talk somewhat and offered dinner to both. They had not eaten anything since breakfast, and both ate silently. They all went to the sitting room on the first floor to relax and to talk.

Ernst found something to read, while the girls held each other on the sofa. Ernst could feel something was wrong but did not dare ask. But he kept them company nonetheless.

An hour later, Sara asked him, "Ernst, can you do me a favor, please."

Helene's heart sank again.

Ernst looked at his wife and automatically said, "sure." His wife's expression told him to shoot her request down.

Sara said, "I'd like to fly back tomorrow. If you could possibly book me on a flight to LA."

Ernst knew he should not have returned home that night, or maybe he should have come late. Dumb rationale.

But he did not have any option. He still offered, "Sara, you cannot go just yet. We would love to have you stay with us longer. Please, I insist."

Sara smiled back and said, "Thank you, Ernst. But I must. It's been quite many weeks now."

Ernst was prompt, "so what's a few more days then?"

Sara just nodded and smiled. But insisted, "please."

Helene could not hold back tears and started crying in front of her husband and Sara. A silent tearful cry with no sobbing but nonstop tears flowing like a waterfall.

Sara willed herself to not cry in front of Ernst and hugged Helene, both fell back turning their face into each other, out of sight from Ernst.

Ernst beat a retreat from the room, giving the girls space and realizing what the chill in the air was about, since earlier that evening.

They both slept on the sofa again, not bothering to move to their bedroom or even to Peter's room.

Both of them were in too much pain, they could not make love and just held each other together, and as the night grew Helene held Sara tighter as if there were a possibility that Sara might vanish in the middle of the night.

Sara stroked Helene's head, resting on her breasts all night, and they barely caught a few hours of sleep, that too mostly from exhaustion than willingness.

Their last night together was emotional and loving, sans of any sexual overture on either's part.

The next morning, Ernst brought them breakfast in the sitting room and sat near them to ensure that they ate. He took a holiday from office for the day, and kept them company in the house, even while staying out of sight. Whenever the girls were ready to talk, he wanted to be around so they could find their own pace. He just hung around on the ground floor leaving them upstairs.

Helene and Sara had a short shower together again. Around noon, Sara and Helene came down to check with Ernst, hand in hand.

Ernst before saying anything looked towards Helene and noticed her pain. She did not seem to respond to any signal between them.

They sat opposite Ernst on the sofa, and Sara looked towards Ernst as if asking.

Ernst offered, "Sara, I have organized a private plane to take you to LAX. Whenever you are comfortable, in a day or a week, it shall take you there." He lightened the moment.

Sara smiled at the underlying reference of an offer to extend her stay.

She offered, "later tonight, please. If that's ok?"

Ernst once again looked towards Helene before saying yes or no.

Sara caught this pause and understood what he was doing to remain polite. She let it pass.

He nodded, eventually.

Helene and Sara retreated upstairs arm-in-arm, leaving Ernst alone.

They all had lunch together, which Ernst tried to make and failed miserably. Thankfully there were leftovers from the previous night to help them pass the meal. They drank the rest of the afternoon.

Sara and Helene left Ernst again to stroll in the garden. They sat under the trees, holding each other close until the sun went down.

Their final kiss alone was loving and caring; they did not want the goodbyes to be crying and weepy.

Helene and Ernst accompanied Sara to the airport in their car to Cologne. The ladies without asking sat in the back, in each other's arms, while Ernst drove silently. Helene clung to Sara as if she were a child.

Their kissing in the car was intermittent and ones filled with reassurances to one another.

When the plane took off, Helene cried her heart out again. She cried non-stop on her way back home. Tears did not stop until they were home.

Ernst tried his best to console her and hold her, but she was in pain that he could not mend.

Eight weeks of her life had changed her worldview. Sara had come one day and had stayed for over six weeks. Deep in her heart, she knew Sara would return to LA one day, but she had willed it so much for it not to happen. She wanted it not to happen. Helene tried to wrack her mind, even while in inconsolable pain, what had broken the spell? What had happened that made Sara decide to go back? She wanted a reason, and the more she thought of it, sadder it made her.

She could not sleep the whole night, and lay on her back stone-faced, looking up towards the ceiling.

--

Sara went back to LA to an anxious Adam.

Adam, amused at her prolonged stay back in Germany, asked, "Mom, hope you enjoyed your stay."

"yes, indeed," Sara replied, almost blushing. Trying to get herself to sound normal, "Helene and Ernst are the best friends I have met in a very long time. I just loved their home. They were very hospitable, friendly, and loving. Helene didn't want me to come back even now."

"mmm...hmm," responded Adam cheekily.

Laughing Sara responded, "don't be a brat, Adam. I came back for you and you should know better."

They both hugged and kissed. While discussing Helene, Adam could see the glint in his mother's eyes, and the tone changed as soon as she spoke of Helene. Adam could make out Sara had found a deeper connection with Helene than just a friendly dalliance.

--

Helene morbidly obsessed over Sara's departure. She wracked her mind, as to what had made Sara go away.

She missed her like nothing she had ever felt before. The only other feeling that came close to what she felt was, was when Peter had gone to college. At the time, she had gone into silence for a couple of weeks, before slowly Ernst worked with her and got her to come back to normal. But the emptiness she felt, this time around, was harsher.

Helene gave up on her earlier routine before she had met Sara. She did not attend the office, nor did she go out and meet friends. She stayed back at home and spent long hours in her bedroom. In between, she would go to the garden near the trees, where she had spent innumerable hours every day with Sara. She would sit under the trees, and her thoughts would linger on to remembering what she and Sara would do if they were together.

Helene spent hours deciding what to wear and then would simply sit in her undergarments or her gown, remembering how it did not matter with Sara around what they wore because they were very comfortable with each other's bodies. They would spend hours hugging, kissing, and holding each other, each day.

In the shower, she remembered one day, how Sara had filled the bathtub with milk and made Helene bathe in milk along with her. She added some rosewater to the milk and water in the tub, and it became a wonderful perfumed milky treat. She had loved soaking in it. Helene had felt her skin feel soft until many days after that. Sara had licked her every nook and corner of her body and had licked the milk from off her body. Sara had enamored her with the therapeutic quality of their milk-bath but besides that, it was erotic as hell for Helene. They had showered after that together. Every time she entered the bath alone, she remembered their daily showers together.

Helene spent many hours of the day in the bed with her eyes closed, remembering the perfume on Sara, remembering Sara's kisses on her body, remembering Sara licking her all over, remembering them making love. She cried for hours each day and stayed stone silent on other days.

Helene was lugubrious and felt abandoned, forlorn, and depressed. She felt sad and hopeless most of the time.

She missed their proximity and their talks. They would spend hours talking about random stuff, another set of hours talking about intimate stuff. Often cuddling, embracing, or just lying down together. Helene was in awe of Sara, not only for her beauty but also for her brains too. Helene remembered one of their conversations and smiled.

Sara, "what are the odds that I would meet a goddess on the cruise. It is like we were destined to meet."

Helene surprised, "If anything, it is me who is lucky to have met you." returning the compliment to Sara.

Sara smiled and lightly trailed her hand across Helene's face, "you know we almost didn't make it to the cruise. Come to think of it. I would have left this forsaken life without having met you."

Helene countered, "I thank God a thousand times each day that we took the cruise and that I met you."

Sara had kissed her more times than Helene could remember now. They made out heavy.

Sara changed track to tell her, "Helene, did you know in Sanskrit your name almost literally means "the shining one" or "made of gold". Your name Helen derives from 'suelena' or 'svarana'. For me, you are worth your weight in gold, my love."

Helene was dumbstruck and almost mocked, "I did know my genes went way back to India." She continued, "I almost thought my name had this twist on Helen, like the Helen of Troy, or something like that."

Sara smiled, "Either way, your name, as also your soul, is that of a goddess. Greek, German or ancient Indian."

Helene now inquisitive, asked, "So what does your name mean in ancient Sanskrit?"

Sara smiled and kissed Helene. Laying in Helene's arm, she replied "as a matter of fact, my name Saraswati is also a goddess' name. Goddess Saraswati in India is considered a goddess of knowledge, arts, and beauty."

Helene virtually assaulted Sara, "Hell yes." and both the goddesses had made passionate love after that.

Helene remembered their long love sessions and missed her every hour of every day.

It was like both she and Sara were in a spell when they were together and something, or someone, had broken that spell. She was trying to figure out what had happened. The more she thought about it, the more she blamed Ernst.

There came a time she even stopped talking to Ernst. He became worried and tried to talk her out of her stupor like state. He brought her gifts, he bought her lingerie, he sent her a spa masseur at home to cheer her up. She took it all in an attempt to move on, but every time she fell back harder. Remembering how it would be like if Sara was with her.

One day, out of desperation Ernst called Adam to speak with Sara. He did not have Sara's number with him, surprisingly.

"Hi, Adam, it's Ernst from Germany." Ernst on the phone.

Adam responded, "Oh Hi, Ernst. Good to hear your voice. How are you doing?"

Ernst, "yes Adam. I'm fine." he said slowly.

Adam sensing some issue, "Hope everything's alright?"

Ernst, "Yes, yes. Everything is good." Then after a brief pause, reckoned he had to come up with a reason for the call, added, "Hey, I wanted to talk to Sara and I do not have her number. By any chance, if she is around, can I talk to her?"

Adam said, "No. Ernst. But I can forward you her number and you can call her. I am at the gym. She must be at home at this time and might be leaving for work soon."

Ernst, happy to get the number, "yes, please. Do forward the number to me."

Adam, "Are you sure everything is ok? How's Helene?"

Ernst breaking down a little, "Helene has been missing Sara a lot. And that's what I wanted to talk to Sara about. How has she been doing?"

Adam said, "Don't get me going, sir. She won't stop talking about you guys. She talks about Helene all the time. I mean all the time. Helene this...Helene that. Not a day goes by without her referring to Helene in our conversation..."

Ernst laughed on the other side, almost interjecting Adam.

Ernst clarified, "It's the same with Helene. She misses Sara very much. When Sara was here, she and Helene were inseparable and Helene hasn't been herself ever since Sara left."

Adam, "I'm sure she will come through soon. Sending you the number."

Ernst, "Thank you, Adam. Tell her I'll be calling her." He allowed her to decide if she wanted to talk to him.

--

Ernst spoke with Sara within a few minutes of receiving the number.

Sara, "Hi, Ernst."

Ernst, "Hi Sara. How are you doing?"

Sara responded, "I'm fine Ernst. How about you? How's Helene?"

Ernst responded, "Sara, I wanted to talk to you about Helene. Ever since you left, Helene has not been herself. She does not go to the office. She does not get out of the house for days together. She has not been exercising. She barely eats."

Sara, "oh my god. Why?"

Ernst sharing, "She misses you tremendously. I think she blames me for making you go away. She has not spoken to me for a week now. For the last two months, I have been trying to do everything I can to get her to cheer up, but she keeps going back into long bouts of silence."

Sara, "I miss her so much myself Ernst, I can't tell you. You know you are not to blame for anything."

Ernst sighed, "I am relieved that you don't think that. You know, Sara, she has started sleeping in Peter's room for the last couple of weeks. She won't let me come near her. I am worried."

Sara did not reply; she felt so much pain in her heart that she started crying for Helene. The fact that Helene was in trouble was overwhelming for her. She choked while responding to Ernst.

Ernst could sense Sara was crying. He was not expecting Sara to cry, but now he felt guilty and said, "I'm sorry Sara. I didn't mean to upset you. I thought it'd be good if you could talk to Helene and give her some cheering. I had no intention to burden you as well."

Sara could not respond, tears rolling down on her cheeks. Voice had left her throat and her lungs were panting for air instead.

They both remained silent.

After a long pause, Sara eventually gathered herself and said, "I will call her immediately." She did not know what to say to Ernst.

Ernst, "I'm sorry again for bothering you with this. You know both of us loved having you here. We both miss you equally." To lighten her mood, he added, "You know I had told the plane to not return without you and the poor fellow is still at LAX waiting for you to jump back on board."

Sara gave a light fake laugh, catching the humor and giving him the acknowledgment he wanted.

They bid goodbye and assured each other to talk again. Sara told him to call her back soon to report about Helene's health.

--

Ernst was not aware, there was not a day in her life that Helene was not speaking with Sara. They would often speak two or three times a day, with time gap allowing. As a matter of fact, the reason Helene was sleeping in Peter's room was to chat with Sara late hours of her time in Germany when Sara would be available to talk.

The things Sara was not aware of, and she had discovered through Ernst, was of Helene not eating well, not exercising, not sleeping well, not going to the office, and cutting Ernst off. Now she felt guilty on account of Helene not keeping well. Helene, on her part, had somehow managed to keep her new lifestyle to herself and not burden Sara with it. She could not bear to make Sara unhappy in any manner.

Sara did not know how to mend this situation instantly. That Helene was not her usual normal self, sent a dagger through Sara's heart. Such was their love.

But Sara started slowly. She resolved to counsel Helene one day at a time so it did not feel like preaching, but she would goad her to normalcy, nudge her here-and-there. The love she felt for Helene was so strong that she would often run conversations in her own mind for hours before discussing them with Helene.

She felt very strongly for Helene. She could not wait to see her again. She had been coaxing Helene to come to visit her in California.

While on one hand, Sara was doing her part, Ernst was helping Helene as well. At the beginning of October, it was Helene's birthday. Sara called her early in the morning around 1 AM in Germany to wish her. She had organized flower's bouquet to reach Helene early morning around 5 am. From then on, she ensured that flowers reached Helene every hour that day, forgetting the fact that if she did this, Helene, after a few bouquets, would anticipate the same for the rest of the day and might not step out of the house. Her urge to bestow her love on Helene was such that she wanted to be in Dortmund herself if she could at that moment.

Every hour a bouquet reached Helene with German precision. Helene remained on a high the entire day. With every bouquet, she would call Sara and thanked her for it. Sometimes not hanging up until the next one had come.

Ernst had taken a holiday from the office for his wife's birthday and saw her cheerful. He noticed the flowers from Sara made her happier than the ones he had gotten her. He was glad that Helene felt joyful on her big day, and he was happy that she was happy. He stayed out of her way until she decided to have dinner with him.

On his part, Ernst had called Peter over to take a couple of days off from college and join them - stretching his holiday from late in the week until Sunday so he could spend four days with them and hopefully cheer up Helene. By the time his reinforcements arrived, in the form of Peter, Helene was her normal, chirpy self.

Peter, on seeing some fifteen bouquets, remarked, "Dad, impressive!" then added, "How do I compete with this?"

He handed his Mom the bouquet he had got for her and wished her, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM." almost shouting.

Helene hugged him tight and was over the moon, seeing Peter, surprised. "Thank you, Peter.' she exclaimed.

Helene's day was improving by the hour. "So good to see you here. Thank you for surprising me."

Helene and Peter hugged longer than usual, and they sat in the living room on the ground floor. All of them talked animatedly for a long time. Ernst was happy to have things normal with Helene.

Peter, clueless to what was happening in their lives over the last four months, went on about his college stories, and he was glad returning home for a brief unscheduled holiday. Helene was gushing, looking at her son after many months. He had not returned home in summer as he was doing an internship in Berlin and started college directly thereafter. In fact, him not coming home back in the summer was the reason Helene and Ernst had gone on the cruise for a vacation on their own. They were meeting Peter after six months.

Helene could not help but comment, "Peter, aren't you eating enough. You have lost weight."

Peter just laughed, knowing his overprotective mother, "It's just that I couldn't get home food, Mom." he quipped. And they all laughed.

Both Ernst and Helene loved Peter very much and doted on him, especially Helene. She had cared for him over his every need, and his every whim and his every desire. She had helped him study, guided him as he went on to become a fine young man. He was going to turn twenty-one in a couple of months, and this was his time in life.

While he was home, Peter noticed small changes around the house. For one, his mother had taken over his room. He could not but be surprised by this. With her friend gone, why was his mother still sleeping in his room? Fearing the worst, he felt there was trouble in his parent's marriage. He did not dare ask. On other changes, there was furniture in the house that had been moved about. A large sideboard rack from one of the bedrooms of the ground floor had been moved out in the hall, and it felt out of place. The garden and pool were not cleared of autumn leaves, and this had never happened at their home.

Ernst would tell him later, that his mother does not let the gardener or cleaner in the house anymore. Only when she is not around, he gets it done from a cleaning service agency, and she has not been going out lately. Peter found it strange.

Later that evening, everyone went out for dinner to celebrate, and by the time they were back, another two sets of bouquets were on their doorsteps. Helene picked up smiling and holding them next to her, entered the house first.

Before the night was done, she had twenty bouquets. The last one had a note that said, "You came into my life twenty weeks ago. Each of these bouquets with seven flowers in them represents each day of each week that you have brought me joy, love, and happiness. I have never met a more loving soul than yours. I wish you a long and happy life. Happy Birthday again. I miss you very much and am counting days till we meet again. Until then, love, Sara."

Helene almost cried with joy reading the note and went into her room. She sat alone and called Sara thanking her, crying along with Sara with tears of joy in having found someone she so deeply loved and cared for. Despite all the crying, the day had lifted her spirits.

Ernst and Peter were relaxing in the first-floor sitting room, worried about Helene and her somber mood. Ernst had hinted to Peter about Helene missing her friend from LA but had not given too many details.

Helene joined them in the sitting room, they all relaxed for the next half an hour, over a final drink for the night. It was past midnight. Turning in for the night, Helene went back to her bedroom with Ernst, and Peter took back possession of his room.

Helene had also received an audio message from Sara, and her message changed everything. Helene was most certainly not herself after listening to the audio message.

The next day, Helene and Peter stayed at home and relaxed, while Ernst went to work. They strolled in the garden, she cooked Peter's favorite dishes and doted on him while they talked and chilled at home.

In the evening, they were unwinding in the sitting room on the first floor when Helene decided to start dinner. He tailed her and came downstairs along with her, not leaving her side for long.

While his mother cooked dinner nearby, he stayed with her; chatting, sitting on a kitchen island chair. A while later, he retreated to the sofa in the sitting room. He was playing around on his phone. When he got a call from some friend from Berlin, and he spoke as friends would, though nothing in general. His mother could hear him talk, and he knew that. When the conversation turned to some girls, his tone softened, he stood up absent-minded, and walked around the room - then slowly walked to the hallway towards the back and strolled aimlessly, while talking on the phone. He was trying to avoid his mother listening in to his friendly banter.

Some change in furniture arrangement had caught his eye the previous day. A large sideboard table from one of the rooms had been moved out in the hallway and he was wondering why. While talking on the phone he walked into the room. The room had a change of paint, and a fresh wall had been constructed, and the room seemed smaller in size. Near the new wooden wall - where the side-board was originally placed - he looked around closely, though without thinking much of it. His mind was still in the phone call, but he was now intrigued by the new wall.

When he came near the wall, he saw it had a door-sized crack on one end. He pushed, but it did not budge. He pushed harder, and it still did not budge. While still on the call, he looked around and could not find a keyhole or a door-handle. He finished his call - still looking at the wall and the door. He figured the back room might have an answer. He shuffled into the room on the other end of the old wall. These were still guest rooms for the family. No one had used them for years. Even an occasional guest, who had stayed in their home, had used the bedroom opposite the room where he was standing. His grandparents usually occupied the guest room on the first floor whenever they stayed over.

When he reached the room behind the intriguing wall, he was surprised to see that even this room had also shrunk. He stood stumped. Why had two adjacent rooms in the house shrunk? It was kind of obvious there has been a new storage room or a rec-room that has been carved out in between. He could not understand, if there was a rec-room being created, why wasn't he aware? On this side of the wall, there was another door, but this one had a door with a click-lock. There was no door handle, but this door had a keyhole but was unlocked.

When he clicked open the door, he was taken aback. Clearly, a new room had emerged in-between the two rooms.

The new room was itself divided into two half rooms, with a floor-to-ceiling wooden wall in between. Peter knew it instantly as soon as he saw it. He had seen enough porn to understand what it was. It was a Glory Hole wall with two modest-sized holes. Peter stared at the paraphernalia with his jaw on the floor.

On the side of the room where he was standing, the glory hole fucking wall was replete with two plush, well-cushioned benches. One about three feet high, and another about six feet high, like a bunker. The use of both was plainly obvious.

Glory hole fucking wall was somewhat different than the glory hole sucking wall. The fucking wall was generally used for fucking strangers, and the sucking wall was supposed to be used for sucking strangers. He was standing on the ladies' side of the glory hole fucking wall.

Peter withdrew from the room hastily. He almost bumped into his mother, near the stairs while he was rushing up, his face completely red.

Helene asked, "what's wrong Peter? You look flushed?"

Peter tried to face the other way and rushed upstairs, talking behind him, "I've to go to the bathroom."

Helene smiled behind him, at his child-like behavior.

Peter entered his room, and his heart was racing like a train engine. His face had turned red. His dick was rock hard. Mere imagination of his beautiful mother lay down on the bench behind a glory hole had him gushing with hormones. In the middle of his room, he quickly shed his jeans and started jacking off, with his eyes closed.

He fell back on the bed and started squirting in just a couple of minutes. His eyes were closed, but the image that was playing in his mind was that of his mother, looking at him lovingly with her legs spread and clasped in the glory hole. He could not bear to control himself.

He joined his Mother downstairs, an hour later, when dinner was ready. Ernst had already arrived. They all ate together, and the discussion had changed from her birthday the previous day, to how did they both enjoy the cruise.

Helene and Ernst told him about Adam and Sara, the family they had befriended on the cruise. And that Sara had come to stay with them after the cruise. Helene talked fondly enough about Sara for Peter to figure out that their friendship had become stronger since the cruise. Peter thought he saw his mother blush while she was talking about Sara, but he guessed it was he who had been heady, since evening, having seen the glory hole room.

Over the weekend, he did refer once to his father about the change in furniture and asked, "Why is the sideboard rack out in the hallway, Dad?" knowing the real answer full-well, but he still checked.

Ernst made a quick recovery, and he had pre-built an excuse thinking ahead. He knew this was a query that was bound to come one day. He said, "Was trying to make a den in the room below. But I have given up on the thought for now. The board might go back in there."

Peter continued to look at his father while he lied through his teeth. Though Peter was surprised, 'did his father mean the glory hole idea has been shot down?'

Throughout Saturday and Sunday, since all of them were more or less together, Peter did not get enough time to go back to the glory hole room to check out the arrangements again, lest he was day-dreaming. Helene was hovering around Peter, trying to pamper him with food, drinks, and love and care that a mother provides, seeing her child after a long gap.

Peter enjoyed the attention he was getting. He went back Sunday night, to rejoin college on Monday.

--

Ernst had built the glory hole fucking wall and had kept it under wraps from even Helene. Like he told Peter, he misled her that he was going to construct a den in the rooms below. She was appalled, but at the time when this had come up - a couple of weeks before her birthday - she could not care less. He could burn the house down for all she cared. Her thoughts were with Sara.

She spoke to Sara daily, mostly alone, but often in front of Ernst. The difference in her appearance and behavior was apparent when she was on the phone with Sara. Ernst was happy that Sara's work on Helene was showing positive results.

When Peter went back, Helene receded into a slump the very next day. She remained somber most of the time, even while Ernst did everything he could to keep her pepped up. She was talking to him, they were sleeping together, she was better than before but far from normal.

A week after Peter had returned, one day, he pleaded with Helene to agree for a blindfold because he had a surprise for her. She had been sullen all through the day, and she half agreed thinking Ernst was being thoughtful and had probably somehow managed to get Sara back from LA.

She was wearing a long satin nightgown over the nightie; no bra, but she had panties on her. Ernst blindfolded her on the ground floor and slowly helped take off her nightgown. Then he held her hand and guided her into the back room. From the direction that Ernst was taking her, she kind of knew they were heading towards the ground floor room. As they went further, she surmised he had probably readied the den after all and was going to show it off to her.

When they were inside the glory hole room, exactly where Peter had been standing a few days back, Ernst escorted her to climb the heavily cushioned bed, that was three foot high. Her climb up to the mattress on the lower deck was easy. Then he laid her back and asked her, "Darling, can you slide lower."

Helene said, "I don't like it, Ernst."

"Trust me, darling." They had done enough experimentation over the last couple of years for her to know that she was in for some experimental sex, in a very short while.

She thought this was Ernst's way of patronizing her to have sex with him. She had almost cut him off ever since Sara had left. All the sex they had between then and now was almost forced.

She played along. Ever since her birthday and with Peter having come over, her spirits were lifted and she still felt generally happy. Though over the last few days had been overwhelmed with something Sara had told her.

Assisted by Ernst, she slid down until her legs were off from the hips and on the other side of the hole, hanging down.

"Okay, just give me one minute," Ernst said, and he dashed out of the room.

Undressing on the way to the other side. The door to the other room was already open. He entered the other side of the glory hole wall and saw his wife's perfectly shaped legs hanging loose out of the glory hole, cushioned excessively to rest her hips on. He held both her legs, gave a final pull, and perched her legs on his shoulders. He quickly held her right leg up and started bolting it up in the clasps. As soon as he had one clasped, she sensed trouble and pulled her blindfold off. She could not sit up with one leg clasped to the other side of the wall. By the time she absorbed the entire scenery and tried to figure out what was happening, her second leg was up in the clasp.

"Ernst?" she queried.

She was laying on her back on the nicely mattressed bench-sized bed, her legs had vanished through the hole into the other side of the glory hole. Her legs open wide were clasped high on the other side, making her pussy wide open for him to see. Her side of the room was cool, lit up with dim red light.

"Ernst! What the hell?" she protested, though not loud enough.

She figured out what was going on, and was amused at the effort her husband had taken to construct this for her. He knew this was something she fancied and was glad that he remembered it.

At the time, she was in awe of the scene in a porn film she had seen along with Erbst. The scene had an explicit fucking sequence through a glory hole fucking wall. The glory hole concept had held her attention from that film. They had wild sex that night with her imagining it, and they even simulated it on their bed that night, with her on the edge of the bed, and Ernst had fucked her standing between her legs, holding them wide open in his hands.

She had later spoken to him about it as a fantasy and that it got her worked up. At no time had she fantasized that she'd be fucked by strangers. What had her going at the time was the thought of being fucked multiple times in succession. She was yearning to climax multiple times on one night. Often she'd feel an urge to ask Ernst to keep going but it wasn't possible. It had become a memory from so far back when she and Ernst could go at it for hours and then days, regularly. Now twenty years later, doing it once a day was a dream. She missed that.

All these thoughts ran in her head, as she felt Ernst's tongue on her pussy. Sitting on his knees, he had started kissing her on the pussy through the panties she was wearing. He started sucking her pussy through the fabric. She was not wet earlier, but she was getting excited as he licked.

She moaned, "mmm."

He took her by surprise when he suddenly took hold of her panties and tore them, pulling on them hard. The action shook her on the other side of the hole. With her panties out of the way, Ernst started licking her with passion. He went after the lips and got her all excited. By the time Ernst reached inside her pussy, she was wet. His tongue did the jiggle inside her, first, he moved left, then right and then up before repeating it all over again.

On her side, Helene could not see anything beyond the wall in between. Her head shifted from side to side in excitement and for some reason, the wooden blank walls reminded her of a cabin in the hills. Her legs were comfortably clasped up, and she had no pressure where she lay. She felt his tongue inside, and with her eyes closed, she started thinking of Sara. Immediately her pleasure levels shot up.

On his side, Ernst licked her throughout her pussy. Deliberately delaying going after her clitoris, when he reached the nub he started flicking it and playing with it. Little did he know this move was patented by Sara in Helene's pussy. With Sara on the other side of the glory hole in her mind, and Ernst playing the Sara-move on her pussy, she started cumming and jerking heavily. Her eyes were closed. Ernst on the other side, glad that he had her cumming.

Until she had settled down, he slowly kept licking the pussy clean. Upon feeling her relax he restarted his efforts on her pussy. He started licking the clitoris again and did not stop until it was sensitive enough to make her cum all over again. He left the nub just at the right moment and stepped up towards her mound. She started moving angrily as if demanding him to go back inside her. He did not comply.

She grunted, "uuuunnggh."

Slowly he licked her pussy mound, spreading the juices on his tongue collected from his endeavor inside her pussy. When he felt her calm down, he went down back inside and started to lick her pussy insides. This time around his tongue was forceful and went after the clitoris early, and when he felt her cumming he withdrew and pulled out on her pussy mound again. She went crazy and started shouting.

"Lick me... please suck me." She pleaded in a high tone.

When he did not budge from her mound, She dragged her hands through the hole on his head, pushing him downwards. Smiling, he went back inside her pussy, and before he could spend sixty seconds, she was cumming hard in his mouth.

Until that day, he had never spent so much attention and focused on her pussy, and she was loving it. She felt as if Sara had taught Ernst the art of licking-pussy. She half suspected he had taken a lesson from Sara. She also had a fleeting thought that he was doing something on her pussy that he had always been doing, and it was just her mind in which her pleasures have shot up because she imagined it was Sara between her thighs instead of Ernst.

She came hard and orgasmed on his tongue. Ernst kept cleaning her up until she was through producing more liquid.

Both of them were not done. Helene was expecting a deep fuck, and Ernst was yearning for a release. He was happy that he had her cum twice already. He had rarely been able to manage to get her this worked up.

After a long hard ten minute gap, Ernst took charge of her pussy. Her legs had started weighing heavy on her, hanging on the other side of the wall. Ernst slowly put his dick near her pussy and knocked on it a couple of times to ensure she was aware of what was coming. Her anticipation was growing. Her body tensed for entry.

He started inching inside, slowly entering her. She loved the pace Ernst was showing off. The sweet agony of anticipation, coupled with him adding an inch in her at a time, made her want to pull him in her fast and slow him down at the same time.

She excitedly moaned, "mmmuuuummmaaahhh."

She looked around the room and found the setting exhilarating. She wondered if she was supposed to think of other men while she was getting fucked? Was that the purpose of glory hole fuck? Imagine your fantasy man while getting taken by someone?

She closed her eyes, and she willed herself to think of other men, feeling naughty. Her fleeting thought started from film actors to celebrities to famous personalities. But in real life, she had not really been fantasizing about any other men. Her mind tricked her towards Sara's recent revelation about Adam, and the image in her mind gave her the shivers. It was that of her son - Peter. She shook her head hard and refocused on Ernst fucking her.

Ernst had entered her full length and was now giving her regular pumps, one after another. Jerking her on the bench, she lay on. The clasps and the angle on his feet provided his sufficient leverage to increase the thumps in her. Involuntarily every few seconds when her eyes shut, Peter's smiling face reflected in her mind. She would force open her eyes again to get rid of his face.

Mere minutes later, Ernst's bucking finally came through, and he picked up his momentum and grunted. She was already cumming before he had blown his load in her.

Helene gave a loud enough shout for him to notice, "mmmuuaghhhh."

As soon as he felt her pussy clamp on his cock, Ernst gave a couple of final shoves to unload himself in her with a "uuuuuuugh."

He kept bumping into her until he was completely soft and flopped out of her.

After unclasping her ankles, he came around to the other side to escort her out and to see her response. She was pleased by his efforts, and he was thrilled.

Helene was delighted by what she had just experienced. She had not got what she was hoping for from the glory hole, but she got more than what she was hoping for from Ernst. Her recent chats with Sara had her soften her stance towards him. Only Sara had been able to make her cum more times than this. Now Ernst had closed the gap slightly.

Conveying that she enjoyed the session she had through the glory hole, she asked, "Ernst, you evil idiot. Why did you make this thing?"

Ernst, "For you, my love."

The only thought in Helene's mind was, "How are we going to explain this to Peter?"

Ernst had thought about it already, "Don't worry. I will figure something out. For now, let's enjoy it."

They walked back hand-in-hand towards the kitchen, where they ate together.

Over the next two months, they fucked in the glory hole multiple times, and then in December Peter came.

--

Concurrently

On her birthday, besides the beautiful bunches of flowers, Helene also received an audio message from Sara.

"Hi, my love. I wish you a very Happy Birthday. May God bless you with happiness and health for the rest of your life. I have told you thousands of times and will tell you again, you are the loveliest person I know. There isn't a kinder person that I have come across ever, and I pray to God that the purity of your heart and the beauty of your soul remain so, forever. You see the good in everyone, and I love that about you."

Sara added after a brief pause.

"You have no idea how difficult it was for me to leave you and come here. I can't tell you enough how much I love you. I don't know why you took so long to come into my life, and for that, I shall remain cross with God forever. I feel...in fact I know...you feel strongly about me as well. On the other hand, both of us have committed ourselves to people we love and care for. At least I can speak for myself and assure you, I am willing to leave everything to be with you, from now to the day you decide that you don't want to have me in your life."

Sara took another pause.

"I also must tell you about myself, that has remained largely a secret. I regret not telling you earlier, but my deceit was purely stemmed from the fact that I was scared of losing you. But I must be truthful with you, completely. I must tell you about myself, about us, about Adam and me. After that, if you chose not to talk to me - or not be with me - I will understand. I might die out of heartbreak, but I will understand. Well, I might die of happiness anyway, if you do choose to overlook my shortcomings and decide to spend your life with me."

Sara paused to let it sink in with Helene.

"Yes, Helene, I want to spend the rest of my life with you if you will have me."

The message tore apart Helene from the middle. Her life shook more than she could imagine. Everything that she felt about Sara was articulated by her in return. She could not understand the Adam part, but she was so overwhelmed by Sara's proposal to be together, that nothing seemed to hold in her mind. She was buzzing, she felt giddy, and she felt on top of the world.

She was still numb when a minute later, she got another text from Sara that had an address in Cologne with a name and a number.

Both her messages had come late in the evening on Helene's birthday, even as Sara's flowers kept coming through the day. The audio message and text message were followed by the last set of flowers that also had a note attached.

Sara got a call back after the audio message, and they had a heartfelt chat. Sara sat alone in her bedroom, even as Peter and Ernst anxiously waited for her in the sitting room, right outside.

Helene was hasty in committing "Sara, nothing you can do or say is ever going to make me stay away from you."

At some point, both were emotional.

When Sara learned that her son, Peter, had come over for Helene's birthday, she was very happy for her but urged her not to make the trip to Cologne until Peter had returned. There wasn't much explanation, but she insisted. Helene couldn't agree with her, but she did not have much of a say in it.

The next morning before the family sat together for breakfast, Helene called the person in Sara's message. Indeed there was a package waiting for Helene. Even though Helene wanted to go to Cologne instantly, he told her that the instructions were not to hand over the package to her before the forthcoming Monday.

Even with Peter at home, the weekend kept Helene on edge, and Monday morning, she was out on the road as soon as Ernst left for office.

She drove anxiously to Cologne. She felt Sara was not being fair to keep her on edge throughout the weekend, but nothing Sara could do that would upset Helene.

Helene met a young gentleman of about thirty-five in the publisher's office at nine in the morning. He was a regional distributor of Bartholomew publishers of the US, apparently Sara's publisher of the project she was involved in. The details until then were very sketchy with Helene.

She met Max Hagemann, who was originally from the US but had settled in Germany. He was a smart-looking executive, managing distribution for various publishers from across the English speaking world.

He offered to Helene 'Coffee, Ms. Helene.'

She responded politely 'yes black, please. And please call me Helene,' trying to calm her nerves.

Max went out of his cabin and fetched two cups of freshly brewed coffee for Helene and himself. He offered, 'It sure is getting cold out there.'

Helene replied, could not bear with the small talk, yet said, 'yes.'

He trudged further 'How do you know Ms. Saraswati?'

For a moment, she felt uneasy responding to the intrusive question. But she felt if Sara already knew him, there was not much she could do but respond in some manner, 'She is a dear friend.' she replied.

A brow on his eye went up, for the choice of phrase.

He offered, 'I haven't met her, but she is an icon in our business, and I would love to meet her one day. We spoke for the first time last week, and I am delighted that she chose me to be her courier, for her dear friend.'

Suddenly Helene felt proud, and automatically her back went up a few inches straightening her. She smiled. Hearing praises about Sara made her feel elated.

By the time they finished their coffee, Max had praised Sara for her beauty, for her finesse and her art. Helene listened, and at times was lost, but during her entire time there, she felt excited about Sara's mysterious present for her.

Max eventually surrendered to her a large cardboard package three feet large and two feet wide. It was about three inches thick.

She bid goodbye to the fellow and rushed as she got out of his office.

As per Sara's request, Helene sat alone in her house to open the package. Helene probably broke a couple of speed limits on her way back home.

It was not that Sara was worried about someone seeing what was inside, but she wanted Helene to absorb the contents in its entirety - alone; and that could not happen at a cafe in Cologne or in her car on the way home.

Helene opened the package with a box cutter and pulled out a red-colored velvet cloth package. It was a sack style package with drawstrings on its mouth. Helene loosened the strings and pulled out the shrink-wrapped package made of finely laminated cardboard. The thin film didn't do much to hide what was inside.

The cardboard box cover had an ancient Indian painting of a man and woman having sex. The painting was pretty graphic and detailed. The man and woman having sex were wearing Indian royal style costumes, and servants or courtesans were fanning them and feeding them fruit. It seemed to be a reproduction of some old Indian painting. In large print, in an ethnic looking font, she read - Kama Sutra. Somewhere on the lower end of the cover, was printed - 2019. The size of the box was about two-and-a-half feet high and almost two feet wide.

Helene was amused. She tore the shrink wrap off quickly and opened the lid of the cardboard box. Inside, looking straight into Helene's eyes was Sara's beautiful face.

The cover was titled - Kama Sutra. That it was a Calendar, was a given. Sara picked up the calendar in both her hands and saw the most breathtaking picture of Sara. She felt as if Sara was right in front of her, and she felt a strange tinge in her heart; she missed holding her that instant. She admired her friend for her beauty and her élan. Sara was sitting naked cross-legged facing the camera. Her back straight, pushing her chest out slightly with the most gorgeous breasts on a woman, in Helene's opinion. Even though Sara's crossed legs hid her pussy but the fact that it had usurped Adam's dick was apparent from his expression in the photo. Adam lay straight on his back, below her. Sara's face gave away little as if it was a casual afternoon for her.

Helene was in awe of what she held in her hands. She had never seen such a beautiful thing. She admired Sara for a long while before trying to flip the calendar ahead. The thick sheaf of about twelve calendar leaves was bound together in a manner that the only way to move forward was to tear off the cover. She turned the deck around on all sides to find another way in. Perforation around the edges was the only way to go ahead.

Helene took about ten minutes before deciding to neatly cut the cover at the perforation marks along the edges, with a box cutter blade. She slowly got the entire cover off and kept the sheet intact. She neatly kept the thick paper sheet aside that had now become a poster of sorts.

Under the cover was a thin, lightweight paper, which needed to be handled carefully, else it might tear. The milky white paper had details about Kama Sutra written on it, in stylized gold letters. It detailed the history of Kama Sutra, its origin, it's author - Vatsyayana, and about Kama Sutra's philosophy. The anxiety in her did not let Helene read the text, for what she might find under it.

What lay underneath was a mesmerizing picture of Sara riding Adam in a Rodeo position. The picture did not reveal her front side enough, but every curve of her all-too-familiar-back told Helene about the identity of the girl. Her butt was slightly elevated on Adam's cock that was embedded in her almost full-length, except for an inch or so. Helene admired Adam's partial cock going in Sara's pussy, but then her eyes traveled on Sara's back with love and admiration. Sara's head tilted back in ecstasy told the amount of joy his cock in her was providing her. Adam lay on his back, his Helene lovingly caressed Sara's back, as if she was in front of her.

Helene was astonished at what she was seeing. She stood and held the calendar in front of her at arm's length to admire what she held. A brief snippet on the bottom right corner explained the position, and on the left were the January 2019 dates in weekly blocks. Not completely satisfied, Helene perched the calendar at the corner table with its top-end leaning against the wall. She stepped back to admire what was in front of her. Helene was spellbound.

From the second leaf onwards, there was a larger perforation hole that allowed one to peel each calendar month's leaf off individually, without tearing it. Helene took an hour-and-a-half to peel the entire set relishing every page, slowly and leisurely. She found Sara and Adam performing sex in all positions; oral, anal, sixty-nine, sitting, standing, and so on; a couple downright acrobatic. By the time Helene went through the cover and the twelve leaves under it, she was horny enough to fuck a bedpost.

In the box, where the calendar had nestled, Helene found an envelope. Helene picked it up and started reading its contents. Before drawing out the note from the envelope, she greeted her friend, who lay fucking Adam across the floor of Helene's bedroom. Each page laid separately across the room.

The letter was the smallest Helene had ever received; also the smallest she had ever read. The note said...

'Dearest Helene,

Adam is my son.

Love, Sara.'

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Helene sat down for a couple of hours, silent, trying to figure out what Sara meant. Did she mean, Sara and Adam were together? Did she mean, they were married? Did she mean, they were engaged to be married? Did she mean, they just fucked? Did she mean, they fucked for modeling?

Her brain was in an overdose. She was clearly overwhelmed by everything. She lay on the bed and slept, thinking.

Ernst's call woke her up. He was on his way, and was checking, 'if she needed anything?'

Helene told him to fetch dinner. She hastily collected the calendar sheets that had now become posters, and took them to the rarely used third bedroom on the first floor, the one usually Peter's grandparents used when they stayed over. She neatly stored it in a cupboard and locked it.

Late in the evening, after dinner, she called Sara from Peter's room. She hadn't eaten anything since morning, after returning from Cologne and was famished.

She told Ernst, "I'm going to call Sara for a bit. Please don't wait up for me."

Ernst nodded and stayed back in his room. He was glad that Helene looked upbeat since her birthday weekend, even though he believed it was mostly because of Peter. Ernst had resolved to finish the glory hole room quickly to surprise her. He knew it was something she had fancied, from one of the movies they had experimented together with. Ernst wanted to do some big intimate things with her, to keep her excited with him.

Ernst now doubted whether inviting Sara to their home, from the cruise was such a great idea, even though he had managed to fuck her. Ernst loved Helene very much, and he realized Helene was in a vulnerable state, and with Sara, she had gone into a new area sexually and emotionally. He was not sure how Helene was handling it. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was even jealous of Sara and wanted Helene to love him back just as she now seemed to love Sara.

Sara and Helene talked for an hour about Sara and Adam's relationship.

Before Sara could begin, Helene told her, "Sara, I Love you."

Sara replied, "I love you too, Helene. I haven't slept a wink, and I have been waiting for your call all night."

Helene apologized, "I'm sorry, I should have called earlier." She felt bad keeping Sara on a string, not calling sooner.

Sara apologized even more softly, "I'm sorry Helene if you feel I haven't been completely honest with you."

Helene stopped her midway and said, "I love you enough to not discuss anything, and still live the rest of my life with you. It does not matter what you have been doing, but the fact that you love me is enough for me."

Sara melted, and her eyes wet with joy and relief.

They talked as Sara explained about how Adam had bagged a deal with a Calendar company after coming to LA from India; and how Adam's friend-cum-agent had coaxed her into modeling for the calendar; and how while enacting the positions they had ended up fucking. She told her they had continued to do it because both Sara and Adam loved each other immensely, and they never saw the problem with it.

It had been close to a year, and they continued to make love ever since.

Sara informed, "The Calendar has become a big success, and we have done multiple print-runs of it. It looks like we now have an opportunity to get it franchised into some other ventures around it."

Sara told Helene, "Our cruise trip was meant to be a celebration of the calendar's success. We thought it would be great to introspect as to where we should be headed next. We have been offered a multi-million dollar offer on a venture. Things seemed to be going great, Helene, until you came to my life. Now my world seems prettier. I wake up every morning thinking about you. I want to be with you forever."

Helene listened to everything Sara had to say, rarely pitching in with anything.

Sara added, "I can't tell you how much I love you. I am ready to leave everything, and live with you forever."

Helene added lightly, "I love you more."

They couldn't finish deciding who loved the other more.

What Sara hid from Helene, was that their deal for a 2020 calendar crashed because she spent close to two months in Germany. The 2020 calendar would have been bigger and grander than the one they did for 2019. Calendars usually got planned, shot, and produced a few months in advance, and her non-availability shot down the plans.

From Sara's point of view, what she had gained against what she lost in those two months were not comparable.

Over the next few days, they chatted many times every day and committed to each other.

They both decided to meet in the New Year. In December, Peter would be back for his birthday, and after that would be the Christmas holidays. Sara would hate herself if Helene were away from Peter on his birthday and Christmas.

Over the next few weeks, they discussed details about their daily life, and Sara gave away lewd details of her and Adam. In the couple of months that went by, Helene had started feeling as if sex between Adam and Sara was natural, naughty at worst. She had warmed up to their being together. The fact that Adam eventually would be finding a life partner for himself meant Sara would be unhinged for Helene.

Helene's mind mellowed, incestually. All the talk with Sara about making love to her son got her thinking what it would be like to fuck her own son, Peter. Could she ever have the courage or gall to do something like that? She decided it was out of the question.

Ernst had shown her the glory hole wall that he built for her. She had loved it. They were regularly making love in it; at least once a week. But every now and then, when she closed her eyes, Peter would appear in her mind even while she was fucking Ernst. That she could not see her lover through the glory hole wall, did not help matters. Unwittingly, she started demanding increased use of the glory hole wall from Ernst.

The more they fucked in the glory hole wall, the more she would imagine Peter making love to her. She was not openly happy about the whole thing and blamed Sara for it.

She even told Sara once, "Sara, you have corrupted my mind. Now I can't help but think of Peter making love to me, even while it is Ernst between my legs."

Sara made fun of her and teased her, "Awww. Mommy loves her baby boy."

They laughed it off, but the seeds of incest were sown in her mind.

All of this was a sideshow for the both of them. Both were counting each passing day, to when Helene would join Sara in LA.

Sara had taken possession of her side of the glory hole wall; she had exclusive keys to her side. She took posters of Sara's Kama Sutra calendar and had stored them safely there. For good measure, she had pasted the March 2019 poster, the one where Sara was getting oral sitting on a chair - titled Heir to the Throne, referring to her sitting like royalty, and getting her pussy sucked from an underling, in this case - Adam. Her facial expressions were worth everything Helene owned, and more. The poster was pasted on the glory hole wall facing the upper bench on Helene's side of the hole.

The upper hole in the glory hole wall was aligned in a manner that Helene would be down the other side until her waist. On that side, Ernst was able to rest her thighs on his shoulders and was face level with her pussy. She would usually think of Sara, while Ernst sucked her pussy. He would lick her, and suck her until she climaxed at least once, and then she would switch to the lower hole. This way, at least, she would get off twice at the very least, every time this played this two-holes routine.

Right under the upper bench, facing her when she lay on the lower berth, was pasted the September 2019 poster titled - Log. When she lay on the lower berth with her legs through the glory hole and spread wide on the other side, she was replicating Sara in the poster.

Even as Ernst was fucking her, in the poster in front of her she saw Adam bent on his knees until his bum touched his feet, had his cock deeply embedded in Sara; His hands holding Sara's by her calves wide apart like a pincer, stretching her legs wide to open her for his dick. With the image of Sara fucking Adam in the poster, right in front of her face, she had started imagining Peter doing the same to her.

Helene had told Sara about the glory hole wall that Ernst had built for her.

Helene told Sara, "I love it. It's great fun. You know I have put up your Heir to the Throne poster on the wall right in front of me. It feels like you and I both are getting licked and sucked at the same time. Every time, I hope and dream that it is you who is with me and the picture of yours is one of the best. Now I have your Log poster under the upper berth, and every time Ernst is making love to me, I look at you and Adam, and I can't help but think it is Peter between my legs."

Sara teased her to no end, and they ended up laughing about it.

"haha. Okay, which one of the twelve do you like the best." Sara queried joking.

"To be honest. I simply love you in the cover picture. You are sitting like a Queen on Adam as if it was the most natural thing to do in the world. I just love it. I just love you for it. You look magnificent in that picture. Every picture is about you-and-Adam, but it is this picture where it is just you. I wish I could paste it in my room." After a pause she added, "Actually, I will." then thinking again, as if she needed Sara's permission, "can I?"

They laughed around, discussing each of the thirteen positions. Sara told her the story behind each position getting shot and filmed. She even told her about the ones they had enacted, but somehow did not make the final cut.

Sara remembered and shared with Helene, 'Actually, we also have the video of the shoot. It is kept under lock and key here," and she added, "it is something you will have to come down to LA to see first hand."

"Won't miss it for the world." Helene responded reassuringly.

"It's very naughty!" Sara told her.

466 Glory Hole p3

From when Peter arrived, it was his birthday in a week, and about two weeks later, it would be Christmas. The month of December usually was the most joyous in their household. Peter's birthday always lifted the spirits amongst them, followed by Christmas which sort-of cherry-topped his birthday, and soon after at New Year they would almost always be home together, enjoying each other's company.

Peter took a few days extra holidays from college to be home a couple of days before his 21st birthday. Over the last couple of years, Peter had become more handsome, having filled up at the right place and grown in height. Exercising regularly had gotten him stronger as well.

Helene hugged him at the door, "Peter, great to see you home early," with enthusiasm.

Peter excitedly replied, "always happy to come back home to see you, Mom."

She kissed him on the cheek before setting him free.

Later that afternoon, when Ernst had left for the office, Peter and his mother spent time together in their first-floor sitting room, catching up.

Peter was glad his Mom seemed much better in spirit and health since his last visit a couple of months back.

After lunch, while Helene rested in her bedroom, Peter sneaked down to check on the glory hole room. The sideboard rack had gone missing from the hallway. As silently as he could, he entered the bedroom from where he was able to get access the last time around. The room had been fixed-up sufficiently enough; on the first look, one would possibly not be able to make out its reduced size.

The new wall that had been built now had a decent wallpaper pasted on it, the design of which was such that it camouflaged the door-crack leveled with the wall. The wallpaper design with numerous vertical lines did well in covering the door, and the wall. The door itself was sans of any handle. It was the same door Peter had used last when he had seen the glory hole room, so he knew where it was.

He tried pushing in but found the door jammed, or it was possibly locked in some manner. On close inspection, he found the keyhole at the base of the door, again well hidden within the wallpaper design. Peter scoured the room thoroughly and found no key hidden anywhere. He went about to look for it elsewhere in the house and found nothing. He could not find any excess key even in the main hallway drawer, where the family usually kept all their keys and keychains. There was nothing on his mother's car key ring, as well.

Out of instinct, he went to the room where the rack was supposed to be and discovered that the sideboard had found its original place back on the wall. On closer inspection, found an equally well inlaid and inconspicuous door that had been cut-out from the rack itself. It was an ingenious design.

On the first impression, no one could figure out that the rack itself would crack open somewhere from the side, or that a door was fixed on its back. He mentally credited his dad for good thinking. There were no visible signs of the wall on the back because the sideboard rack was a wall-to-wall piece of furniture. Had he not seen the wall earlier, he would not have figured out instantly that there was a door behind. The room, on the other hand, had indeed shrunk.

He tried to open the sideboard rack from various points and soon found a well-hidden latch-lock. He pulled it down, and the sideboard rack gave way instantly on its hinges. The door had become heavy because of the sideboard mounted on it and it slowly opened inwards.

Peter smiled and entered the glory hole room. It was pitch dark, and he scrambled for his phone to find some light. Switching on the torch of his phone, he surveyed the walls. He found a switch to the left of the door and flicked the switch on.

He admired the other side of the glory hole wall, which he was not able to see the last time around. He scanned the room and found it to be well insulated and some small pieces of furniture - a table, a chair, a two-step stool, and a chest of drawers. On the wall in the center were the two distinct glory holes, cushion-lined on the circumference, small flaps of leather hid what was on the other side of the holes. The two holes were aligned vertically, one three feet high and the other, six feet high - both a foot-and-a-half wide. There were two hooks with clasps next to the upper hole.

Peter could feel instantly, that the glory hole had been used. He soaked in the landscape and pushed his face to the other side through the upper-hole. The room on the other side was dark. He fished his phone out and switched on the flashlight to scan the other side. Right in front of his face was a bench with a plush brown leather mattress and a cushion. The depression on the mattress indicated what he had suspected, that the glory hole had been used, for sure. He snapped a couple of pictures of the other room through the hole, and for good measure, on his retreat, also took a few pictures of the room, he was standing in.

He stepped back into the gateway bedroom and clicked shut the door into the sideboard rack. He was amused at what all he had observed. He slowly walked toward through the hallway and reached the sitting room on the ground floor. He sat on the sofa and closed his eyes, trying to absorb what he saw, and imagining his mother laying on the bench behind the hole, naked, with her legs clasped on the other side, open wide enough for her pussy to be taken.

Peter could not remember when, in his youth, had he started fantasizing about his mother, but his infatuation with her had started for as long he could get his dick up. Nearly on every occasion when he was jacking off, he would close his eyes and imagine his mother in her complete naked form.

A couple of years back, he had seen naked pictures of his mother in a digital camera, shot seductively. Many poses of hers, from various angles, let the viewer see the neatly trimmed pussy on her, her bare breasts, and her seductive body. From the surroundings in the photos, it was clear that the location of the pictures was his parent's bedroom - he was sure of that. It was also apparent that the pictures were taken by his father because Peter had found the pictures on his father's camera in a drawer of his bedroom. Peter had only chanced upon seeing the pictures because he had taken the camera once, without checking with his Dad, on an occasion when Ernst wasn't home. It was Helene who had called for the camera for some pictures that needed to be taken, and dutifully Peter had done the job, only to discover the digital treasure stored on it.

As was obvious, Peter ensured each picture was copied on his personal laptop. Helene had become his jacking-off buddy ever since. Peter placed the camera back in Ernst's drawer. The fact that he had used the camera was known to Helene, who at the time did not know that Ernst was still storing the pictures on the camera. Many weeks later, when later Ernst had discovered fresh photos on the camera and asked Helene about them, only to inform her that there were old naked pictures of her still on the camera. Apart from hoping that Peter must not have bothered to flip through the older pictures on the camera, both could not do much. They were embarrassed but did not speak about it with Peter.

Peter still had those nine pictures of his mother, in various stages of undress and posing seductively for the camera. Peter's fantasies had remained stuck on Helene ever since; her regular hugging and kissing him affectionately did not help alleviate the situation for him. When at home, Peter would stay near his mother, and always levitate around her. When in his room, behind the closed door, he would jack off to his mother's pictures daily. While jerking off, Peter would scan the nine photos and stopped at the final picture. As he jacked off, he had organized the photos to rotate in a manner that they would always stop at a specific picture of hers.

In this picture, she was sitting almost towards the corner of the bed, with one of her legs down on the floor and the other lay folding on the bed opening her thighs towards the camera. She was wearing high waist jeans with all its buttons open. The waistband of the jeans hanging off from around her waist. Even with the open lapels in front, her genitals or her panties were not visible in the picture. With her back straight, her hands behind her, palms resting down on the bed. With nothing else on her, she was naked until her waist. Some of her hair strewn in the front of her shoulders but none reaching her nipples or covering her breasts.

Her breasts pushing out just slightly because of her hands behind her on the bed. These were not the only breasts Peter had seen in photos, but no other held ground in front of this gorgeous pair. Amazingly well proportioned on her body. Her slim waist made her breasts seem even more alluring. Her bare shoulders supported the most gorgeous head on it. What made the picture worth a million was the look on her face, coupled with her seductive pose. Her full lips slightly parted, eyes open just enough to look into the camera and some of her hair partially covering her face and going further down her front. The picture was to die for.

Even after looking at it a hundred thousand times, Peter still had not found an ounce of fat on her body. She looked like an angel, and he was in heaven while in possession of the pictures. The picture got him off every time. In the final moments before cumming, his eyes would look into hers in the photo.

The photos set was about eight to ten year old, and if he looked at her even now, he hardly found her any different.

Peter was daydreaming, on the sofa, when his mother came to the sitting room and plonked next to him. The shuffle shook him out of fantasyland, and he saw his beautiful mother sitting next to him. He opened his eyes and thanked God for sending down this angel for him.

The way he looked at her, she was puzzled and checked, "Are you all right, Peter?"

He smiled, "yes, of course, Mom. I nodded off for a minute, and I had a wonderful dream in which you were flying in the clouds like a beautiful angel, and you slowly came down in our garden while I looked up in the clouds. And then here you are."

Helene laughed and hugged her son around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. "Flatterer."

"It's true, Mom." Peter was surprised why his mother wouldn't agree with him.

She kissed him again on the cheek, while she hugged him sideways. She said, "love you son."

"Love you too, Mom. Thank you Mom for being my mother." still hugging Peter replied. Her heart melted.

Over the next week, the more Peter imagined his mother laying on her back in the glory hole, the hornier he got. The more he visualized it, the higher the urge to see her actually lying naked in the glory hole and being fucked.

He had never seen his parents make love, but they had been generally relaxed around sexuality, and about discussions of sex in the house. They would often be open about kissing in front of Peter, sometimes intimately; on various occasions, Peter had seen his dad grope her suggestively; at other times he caught their innuendoes and they did not cover it apologetically in front of Peter.

Usually, his mother always dressed appropriately around the house, but she was a bit more relaxed on their first floor; around the mornings, and in evenings, he would often see Helene relaxing in her nightie, mostly with a gown but quite a few times without. He would look forward to instances when he could see her in his father's long shirt, which for some reason, she was fond of wearing at night as a change. The shirt would let her legs remain bare, and there lay an opportunity for him to see up the bottom of the shirt if she ever sat down in it. She was conscious to not show off her panties, but if Peter ended up seeing them, she did not fret beyond a point. She was by no means a prude.

What had changed in the last few months, and was noticeable now, was that Helene would not necessarily dress up until she really had to. She would often stay at home in her nightie for longer hours, and on many occasions, forgot the nightgown in her room. Her casualness could be attributed to her absent-mindedness. In Ernst's opinion, Sara had changed her in more ways than she could think of.

Peter got all the attention he wanted, but he still felt his mother was somewhat distracted. He swore to work with her to get her to her normal self. Every alternative day Peter got her flowers, he complimented her every day, and cheered her up with his stories, his jokes and hugged her often, nuzzling his lips on her neck. Helene would kiss his cheeks every time, he did something of the kind.

Little did he know what was running in her mind. Her plans with Sara had moved along well, keeping her distracted and anxious.

He had spent the last couple of months planning how to get to see his parents in action in the glory hole room. He had been wracking his brain on how to get to see his mother in the glory hole. He had almost nailed down on the plot to get a camera installed, hidden inside the room. He was excited enough to do it, but there was this niggling doubt in his mind, and he could not really find the courage to overcome it. He felt creepy doing something like that.

On his second day home, he reckoned if anything further was possible, it would only be if he could actually figure out when his parents use the glory hole? and how often? For this, he had to get out of their way.

He ended up installing a tiny camera in the gateway-room that his Dad would use if he wanted to enter the glory hole room, and he connected it to his phone. When his father came home, he said his byes and left the house telling them he had to catch up with friends. Leaving them alone was the only way to figure out the use of the glory hole room. He returned home late, even while he sat on the far side of their garden at home to access the video link of the camera he had installed. No luck that night.

He did the same the next night and left as soon as his father came home. His entire day was spent with his mother, and that was also good enough reason for them to feel that he needed to step out of the house as well. Sitting in the garden, he watched the camera activity. No luck yet again.

On the morning of his birthday, he was sleeping when his mother came to his room early. She surprised him with a kiss on his cheek after she wished him, "Happy Birthday, Peter." trying to rhyme in full enthusiasm.

Peter groggily, "thank you, Mom," and then adding, "what time is it? Midnight?"

"No dear it's six o'clock," Helene replied. "I wanted to be first to wish you on your birthday."

Elated, Peter opened his arms while laying on the bed inviting her to hug. Helene came to him as she kissed his cheek again. He folded his arms around her and pulled her while her lips were still on his cheeks.

She giggled as he pulled her. Her laugh encouraged him, and he rolled her to bring her on top and then kept on rolling her until she lay her in the middle of the bed; they lay side by side and holding each other in their arms as she still laughed merrily. Their faces in front of each other, only inches apart. She had this compelling urge to kiss him, and she bent upwards to kiss his forehead. His face slipped into her neck as she moved up towards his forehead. He pulled on her and pushed his lips into her neck as he snuggled into her.

Her left hand came behind his head, and she caressed on his hair and let him snug into her bosom lovingly. Her other hand was stuck between them. Both his hands were behind her, moving slowly, rubbing her spine, and shoulders in tandem, while his lips stayed in - for a never-ending kiss low on the front of her neck. Her breasts crushing into his chest and her belly barely touching his.

His grip around her was insistent enough to signal her that she was not to move, and he wanted to cuddle. She relaxed with each passing minute; he raised the stakes with each passing moment. He kissed her neck and pulled back to lower himself to kiss high on her chest outlining her breasts, then he went sideways and kissed her shoulders only to move up kissing the side of her neck.

She let slip a moan, "mmm." Surprising herself.

He stuck his lips on the side of her neck and lingered there the longest. Her hand behind his neck holding him still, as if implying, 'please do more of this.'

Tens of kisses later, he left the neck and moved to her left ear. Conscious not to be loud in her ear, his kiss was almost silent but evident. He thought for a moment, and then brought his tongue out and licked her ear from the inside.

Her body shivered from her chest to her pussy. She moaned, "mmmmm," as if telling him, 'I love it, but please don't do it.'

He gave one last lick before moving sideways to kiss her cheek. His lips were wet, and the marks he was leaving on her cheeks were that of a sloppy kiss and not a mother-son kiss.

She was enjoying the attention, which was now bordering permissible limits. Though she was relaxed, her thoughts were elsewhere, even while she was clearly being wooed.

He moved his lips up to her closed eyes, and he kissed long sloppy ones on both and moved down. On reaching her nose, he kissed it just a peck and rushed into his next move, scared that she might react differently, he hastened to drop his lips on hers.

By now, she was already in another world. In her dreamy state, she kissed him back. Enthused with her returning the kiss, his kisses became less furtive and more demanding. They kissed and licked each other's lips, and by their tenth kiss her eyes had opened, and she was looking into her son's eyes as he entered her mouth with his tongue.

She regretted letting this happen but was way too far into it to withdraw. Her own hand pulling Peter firmly and his hands behind her back were holding her head in place, and even if she wanted, she could not pull back now.

Helene let his tongue come in and slowly loosened again and gave him his birthday gift. She started sucking his tongue as only his girlfriend would. Her mouth sucked on his tongue, and her tongue played with his. His aggression stemmed from the fact that he had achieved more than he had hoped for this morning, was apparent, and he slowed down on her volition.

Conscious that she was letting her son kiss her, she let Peter have his fun. She told herself that this one-time thing was part of his birthday present. She was aware that it was way beyond the natural course for them but assuring herself that she would let this one slip, as a special occasion given his birthday.

Their kisses grew hungrier, both not letting the other go back; after he was in her mouth for a good five minutes, they both backed out for air. He rapidly took a couple of quick breaths before starting to go back into her mouth, but this time around Peter found her lips closed.

He got the message but kept kissing her number of times on her lips as if pleading to let him go in. Helene did not, even though she kissed him back for every kiss he gave her. After a long session of necking, they lay in each other's arms, without saying anything.

With the moment having passed, Helene collected herself and finally rolled on top of him. Then, she rolled once more to step down from the bed. She tickled him before getting down on the floor, making the situation lighter than it had actually become.

Helene finally bent on his head and kissed him one final time on the forehead, all motherly before wishing him again, "Happy Birthday, son."

"Thanks, Mom," he responded in a low tone.

"Love you," she said, still bent on his face.

"Love you too, Mom," he replied with as much warmth as he could muster in a brief second that followed.

Their eyes spoke to each other, and her hand slipped out of his wavy hair as she turned to get out of his room.

Looking back from the door, she said, "come out soon, and I'll cook you breakfast."

--

Much that it had excited Peter, he felt shitty having taken advantage of his mother. He knew she kissed him back, and he felt her heart was in it as well, but he still somehow felt uneasy.

When he went down for breakfast and saw Helene was alone getting the breakfast ready for him. A great waft of fresh bacon, eggs, and bread around the table.

He looked around for his Dad and then reached his mother.

"Hey, Mom. I..." He stammered trying to remember how to start the sentence.

Helene looked at him and smiled her brightest ever to put him at ease. Her brow raised, asking him what he was saying.

"Mom, I'm sorry about this morning. I don't know what came over me and..." Peter looked into her eyes and genuinely apologized.

Helene smiled and felt happy that her son was behaving responsibly and maturely. "Don't worry. It's okay." She added with a pause "Think of it as your birthday present."

Peter could not help but grin back. Happy that it was not an issue and even happier that what he got was actually his, even if it came as a birthday present.

Helene rubbed his arm, reassuring him.

Peter could not help but admire her at the moment, even more than he did when they were in his bed that morning. She looked lovely in her large, oversized cashmere sweater and woolen tights. Her frame looked smaller in the oversized sweater than she was actually. Her hair waving loose on her shoulders, and some of her hair had come in front of her partially covering her forehead on the sides.

He recollected his go-to picture of her. He moved forward and used his fingers to pull her hair aside from her forehead. Then slipped his hand behind her head, through her hair and his other hand moved behind her back, around the waist. He came close enough to get her within an inch of his lips and said, "In that case, may I check out my birthday present again."

Without her confirming, he planted his lips on her. He pressed hard enough for her to feel the urgency. Taken by surprise, she kissed him back. His kissing grew steadily and became impassioned. On her part, she felt as if it was she who had permitted him. She let him have his kiss and reasoned that if he had done it once, another kiss won't hurt.

As they kissed, his tongue lurked on her lips and urged her to open. A couple of moments later, Peter's tongue was inside her mouth, and his tongue was on a survey of his mother's mouth. She allowed him to roam in her mouth, and when his urgency settled, she licked his tongue, and he played with hers. His hands were respectable to hold her neck and firmly keep her face on his and the other hand on her back, tightly keeping her attached to his belly.

Every few seconds, they would switch the tilt on their heads in opposite directions to find a better angle, and then they would switch back, and then again tilt it to look for an improved reach inside the others' mouth.

They parted for air, and he went forward again to enter her mouth after a couple of quick breaths. As was expected, she kept her lips closed and did not let him enter again, but neither did she step back nor tilt her head away. She let him kiss another ten kisses on her closed lips, kissing him in return for every one that he planted on her. Disappointed only just a little, he rejoiced that he was kissing his mother and moved sideways to kiss her cheeks, and then her eyes and then to her nose. He finally settled down in her neck on the side and held her in full embrace. His lips found skin as her oversized sweater was way lower on her arm, leaving her shoulder bare.

Ernst noisily came down the stairs and came in through the door. His climb down the stairs made them break the hug.

Ernst wished, "Happy Birthday, Peter," as they sat for breakfast.

"Thank you, Dad," Peter replied.

"What do you want for your birthday? A present?" Ernst asked. Helene moved behind him in the kitchen, now on Ernst's side for this chat.

Peter replied, "I'm okay Dad. I'm 21. Besides, I already got my gift from Mom."

Ernst surprised, looked back towards Helene, and asked, "Really? Why did you tell him without me?"

Peter looked at the both of them expectantly. The looks on their faces told him that it was a rhetorical question. They both knew he wanted a car for the longest time.

Helene shrugged. Ernst dangled a key and handed it over to Peter, who made sure his surprise did not seem as fresh to his dad.

"Thank you, Dad. Awesome. I love you both," Peter said.

He eyed his mother and silently mouthed a 'thank you' to her. She, in return, glared at him for being cheeky in front of his dad.

All through the morning, Peter played with his car, checking out its features, setting up its Bluetooth connection, and then took it for a spin for nearly a hundred miles.

By afternoon, he was back home before lunch. Both Ernst and Helene were waiting for him, as he excitedly told them, "I love you guys, very very much. I just love the car. I wish I could take it with me to Berlin."

They were both pleased that he had liked his car.

They all had a wonderful lunch together. It was always a pleasure having Peter in the house. He was so energetic and lively, at the same time polite and well mannered. He brought happiness in the family, and both Ernst and Helene were glad that he was home.

Post Lunch, Peter hung around in the ground floor living room with his Dad, while Helene went up to rest for a while. They discussed a lot about his college and Berlin. Late in the afternoon, Peter caught up with his mother in the first-floor sitting room where she was reading and asked, "Should I start the fire, Mom. It's getting cold."

Helene was wearing the same oversized cashmere sweater. Her bare shoulders peeked out from the sweater's neck that was large enough for her to slip out from should she want to, and its long sleeves were floppy around her arms. The sweater reached her bums from below.

She responded, "yes, please," realizing that it was a bit colder than earlier.

It took Peter about ten minutes to adjust the fire and have it going. He joined Helene on the sofa and took the seat near her head. As she read, his hands caressed her hair and her head slowly. Loving the care he was giving her, she removed the cushion from under her head and shuffled up to take his lap, to rest her head on his thigh.

His access to her head became easier, and his hand could stroke a lot more than just her hair. He lined his caresses around her face, her cheeks, and her forehead. Lovingly, he pulled back the hair from her forehead, one strand at a time.

With his excitement growing with every passing minute, he upped the stakes and brought his other hand to her neck from her front. His right palm facing upwards cupped her face. With both his hands holding her head, he lovingly looked down towards her face. Impossible to continue reading with his arm crossing her chest to go up to her neck, her hands fell down on her sides - she looked up as he was lustily looking into her eyes.

"Can I check out my present again." He asked.

She was going to scold him for his cheekiness, but she loved him dearly. She wanted to let him have anything he wanted. They had already kissed a couple of times since morning, and another won't hurt. She reasoned it is his birthday and let a growing boy with extra hormones have his fun for a day. Surprisingly, she felt the urge to kiss him as much as he wanted to kiss her.

He lifted her head without waiting for her answer, even though it was clear her response was one hundred percent affirmative. Her lips came in contact mid-way with his, as he lowered his face into hers. His lips and tongue went to business almost instantly. He moved his tongue inside her mouth with a pace that was many notches lower than his earlier kisses. He slowed down on the hunger and relished her mouth as if he was having the time of his life. He paid great attention to her lips, started by sucking the upper lip. He went inside her mouth again only to withdraw and suck her lower lip. He entered her mouth again, to withdraw and to bite into her lower lip hard enough for his teeth to dig in but light enough to not let it rip.

He went into her mouth, sucked on her tongue, and goaded her tongue back into his mouth. Once there, her tongue did its job of investigating his mouth. They played the to-and-fro game. Their kiss became way more intense than their earlier hijinks. He had slowed his pace to woo her. With passion growing in both of them, she was warming up to the new normal of Peter kissing him.

They parted mutually, and Peter allowed her to move back on his lap, respectfully. He did not pursue, nor did he rush her. He was feeling better about it. Helene smiled back, looking up into his face with a motherly warmth and love.

She lifted the book back to read, but her mind was no more into it. She kept thinking about what she was doing, or rather what she was letting Peter do. She had reasoned it was his birthday gift, and now her reasoning had fashioned around his gift enhancing into a full day of kissing. That meant there was more to come.

Indeed there was, Peter cornered his mother at least three more times the rest of the evening, once even in the restaurant where they had gone for dinner to celebrate his birthday. The thrill of getting kissed in public by her son was too much for Helene. She flinched when he did it but did not back out at all. Ernst had begged off to go to the loo and Peter staked his claim with Helene. Of course, they paid little heed to the people in the restaurant nor did anyone bother to look at their show of mutual affection.

By the time they were back home and turned in for the day, Peter did not get any other chance to kiss his mother again. His dad was around the whole time. Ernst and Helene changed for the night and read for a little while, before sleeping. Peter had been anxious all day and by eleven in the night he was horny as hell. He lazily laid in his bed under the covers without a t-shirt. He had his pajama on him, but he was without any underwear. His hands playing with his dick as he recollected his accomplishments of the day.

Around an hour later, Helene shut her magazine as if finishing it and told Ernst, "Let me say good night to Peter and come."

She did not bother waiting for Ernst's response and was walking towards the door before he could think of something to tell her. She also did not bother picking a nightgown even while her nightie was high enough not to be worn in front of their son.

Ernst let it pass.

She entered his room after knocking lightly twice that he could barely hear. He saw her at the door. Light from the sitting room allowed him to soak in her silhouette as his room was dark. She walked slowly towards him, even as his hands withdrew from under the waistband of his pajama.

"Wanted to wish you good night," explaining her arrival, she walked the ten feet between the door and his head.

By the time she reached the bed and sat next to him on its edge, he had lifted himself from his shoulders and had arched up.

Helene said, "good night" and bent down on his face to kiss him on the forehead. He let her kiss the forehead, and as she was retreating he stopped her from the shoulders using both his hands. Peter pulled her to his lips without any charade. As he kissed her, his hands went up her neck, cupping her jaw, and held her head to his lips. His other hand roamed around her back to find a comfortable parking place. The pressure from his lips and his hands were suggestive and not forced. The couple of kisses they exchanged on the lips naturally progressed to tonguing. The light coming through the door broke the darkness in his bedroom and almost hid the desire in their eyes.

Sufficiently later, with no one giving up, he slowly started moving back on the bed, and his hands behind her clearly conveyed that she was to follow. And follow, she did. He lay on his back, and she was sitting near his hips, bent on top of him kissing with her tongue in his mouth. Her hands found support on his either side, on the mattress. He wrapped his hands behind her and pulled her on to the bed.

Their lips parted briefly as she rolled on top of him, and they did not stop turning until she was in the middle of the bed and he spun along with her and kept on facing her. She did not say anything when he took her lips again. Their kissing and necking were way needier than it was in the morning at the same location.

His lips finally got parked on her neck, and they hugged and stayed put as if struggling to go ahead. Eventually, the moment passed, and they lay face to face.

Helene said, "I should go," but made no effort at all to move.

Peter waited a long minute before realizing she was waiting for his permission, and he said, "It's a few minutes until midnight, and its still my birthday technically."

She smiled back at him, and he took it as permission to go ahead. He started kissing her again, and it was well past midnight before they stopped their session, panting for air and sweaty with lust.

When Helene returned to her room, Ernst had already dozed off. Helene woke him up sufficiently to demand sex. She ravenously took charge of the fucking that night and rode him like a woman in heat.

--

The next morning, Peter met with Helene at the breakfast table. He was chirpy and upbeat. Ernst had already left for office by the time Peter came down.

Peter greeted his mother, "good morning, Mom."

"Good morning, Peter. Someone's in a good mood." Helene remarked.

"I had the best birthday ever." he stressed on 'ever', as he walked towards his Mom and took her in his arms.

He planted a hot scorching kiss on her lips. On the second kiss, he moved his hands behind her shoulders and brought them up on her back near her neck. Before he could go for a third, Helene put her hands on his chest, lightly pushing him, but not with force or disgust. She said, "Peter, mmm. I thought we had agreed it was your birthday yesterday and..."

"Yes indeed. My birthday present that I could kiss you. You can't take that back, can you?" he asked rhetorically with his twisted logic, claiming if Helene had allowed him to kiss her as a birthday present, then it was his gift to keep. He was going to kiss her all he wanted.

He came back down again on her lips, even while his mother frowned at his twisted rationale. But she loved him so much, and there wasn't anything that she could deny him. In this rare show of brattiness, he had reasoned that her mouth was his birthday gift. Still rolling it in her mind, she kissed him back.

"mmm," only lame protests came back from Helene.

Peter didn't need to respond. He just went on and played with his gift. His tongue licked her lips, and eventually found entry.

She let him have his win, for now. She decided to talk to him later and for that moment got lost in the kiss.

Their tongues playing whole-heartedly and their hands behind each other, holding each other with steady inward pressure. Peter switched pace and came out to suck her lower lip first, and then he moved back in after a long slow seduction. After many seconds he came back out and repeated the work on her upper lip before going back in.

His hands behind her wrapped completely around her waist to reel her into his body; she complied.

They were both panting by the time he was through. Helene brought her hands between them and put pressure against her will to push his chest back.

"All right, buster. Calm down." She said.

Peter's eyes were loaded with want, and it gave her shivers to think that he would desire her sexually.

"Mom," he wanted to say something but held back.

"Okay. mister. That's it. now sit down and have your breakfast." She mock reprimanded him.

Around later that afternoon, Helene was in the sitting room when Peter joined her. He had returned from showing off his car to his friend Mack. He came and informed her that he would be going out for the evening with his friends.

Peter sat next to her head as the previous day and scooted under her head on his own. As she raised her head to rest it back on his lap, he thrust one hand under her head, opening his palm. His other hand cupping her chin. She knew what was coming.

He lowered his head as their eyes looked into each others'. He gave a light kiss first and withdrew. Her eyes had closed, and he knew she wanted more, and he went to business. His lips retook possession of her lipstick laden petals. He devoured her lips as if her lipstick was edible, before entering her mouth with hunger.

She loved the fact that he knew how to kiss and woo a girl. He could be aggressive, and he could be slow; he could be loving, and he could be demanding. Importantly, she was biased because he was her son, so he anyhow could not do anything wrong from her perspective.

He kissed her for twenty minutes by which time he had covered every part of her face, eventually stopping at her lips again. When he did, they were both breathing hard.

Later that evening, he had kissed her seductively enough to work up her desire. By the time Ernst came, they had kissed four times throughout the day.

He welcomed his father back with a, "Hey Dad," and left for his evening out.

He apparently left for his friend Mack's place, but he had not gone far before he turned the car under a shade and returned walking towards their house. He sat in the far end of the garden and hooked on the camera to check if they would use the glory hole.

Fifteen minutes later, he saw his father light up the ground floor gateway room, and he was in his pajamas. Peter's camera was facing the sideboard rack, which doubled as a hidden door. When Ernst entered the room, he left the door open.

Another twenty minutes later, he exited the glory hole room and shut the door before flicking the lights off.

The entire timeline was logged, and Peter took notes of his phone.

Having got what he wanted, there was no reason for him to stay out there. He returned back soon enough but still about an hour after he had left home, and went to his room.

His mother appeared another half an hour later to wish him good night.

She sat next to him on the edge of the bed and lowered herself on his face to kiss him good night. Having kissed his forehead, it was clear he won't let her go back up. His hands grasped her head and brought it to his lips. They kissed passionately for a long while.

Like the previous day, Peter pulled his mother on top and then rolled her to the middle of the bed. They lay in each other's arms kissing and necking for almost twenty minutes. By the time both were panting and buzzing.

Eventually, Helene took control and said, "Peter, you know this can't go on."

Peter knew this was coming. He had built innumerable reasons in his head as to why it could. But he merely mumbled.

"Peter, I'll tell you what. Until you are here this holiday. I can kiss you good night, every night. But that's it." She was informing him and not merely suggesting.

Peter knew better than not to stare a gift horse in the face, but responded with a counter-bargain, "How about good morning and good night." He grinned.

She gave in, "okay, but that is it. If you pull anything else, then you are off completely."

He happily agreed to the conciliation.

But he did not let her go that night without french kissing her again a few more times.

From the next morning onward, they found themselves looking forward to a passionate session of good morning kisses at breakfast and an equally steamy bundle of good night kisses at night.

If ever Ernst was home in the morning or on the weekend, Helene would come to wake Peter up and always found him up and fresh, brushed and clean, waiting for his mother. Their kisses were getting steamier, but his hands maintained respect and stayed in acceptable territories. Especially the night kisses were a lot saucy, and he would have her stay in bed with him for long.

Each evening Peter would move out with one or the other reason and monitored his parents' glory hole room's use. He narrowed down to some randomness, but while capturing all other elements, he figured weekends were the best bet for his plan to roll.

Unwittingly he was also working up his Mom, and he did know this, but by the time Ernst was home, she was looking forward to a good fucking session. Not all of it in the glory hole.

It was Peter's duty to install the Christmas lights, a week before Christmas. The tree was jointly decorated by all three of them. In the entire affair of setting up the lights outside, Peter had made a couple of his own installations.

Two days before Christmas, on his bed, Helene was kissing him good night in all earnest.

After giving her some very hot set of kisses, he demanded, "Mom, it isn't fair with just a good night kiss and good morning kiss on Christmas."

Helene smiled and practically agreed with him that he deserved more because he had remained a gentleman on their pact, all through the two weeks since his birthday.

"Okay, Let's say you are allowed special kisses on Christmas eve, and on Christmas." Helene gave him a scorcher right there. When they parted their lips, she added, "But only under a mistletoe."

The night before Christmas-eve was a Sunday. Late afternoon, Peter found an excuse to meet friends and left.

He hastily moved towards the parking spot hidden from public view and snuck back to the house. He had left the back door open for himself to sneak back in. He rested in the third guest bedroom on the ground floor. He shut it's door completely; he had earlier jammed the door lock with tape so it won't click making noise while being opened or closed. The door was right across the door, which his father would have to use if they chose to play in the glory hole room that night. A big if.

As his study would suggest, they did use the glory hole room that night. Helene came down first and entered her side of the room, though Peter could not have known this. He only found out about the kickoff when Ernst came to the second room and clicked open the sideboard door, in direct view of Peter's camera. As had become his habit, he left the door open, considering there was no one at home.

As soon as Ernst entered the glory hole room, Peter started taking his trousers off along with his boxers. He played with his dick, and the anticipation and anxiety of what he was going to do had him rock hard in seconds. He fished out the remote and pressed the button.

Their doorbell rang.

From the insulated room walls, Helene could not hear anything except for a very low tone 'ding' that came through the hole. Ernst, with his door open, could hear it loud enough to respond. As soon as he heard the bell, he scampered for his pajama bottoms and pulled them up, wore his shirt back on, and briskly walked towards the door.

Peter, with mobile in his hand, saw Ernst exit, and even before Ernst had crossed the hallway to the door, Peter tiptoed to the glory hole room.

He was blessed with a view he had been dreaming for the past couple of months, probably more. Till now, everything had gone as per plan. Without wasting any time, he approached his mother's spread legs. He could see her pussy that was nicely trimmed, as he had expected, having seen the photos earlier. She was wearing nothing on her legs, or her feet that were held up in clasps, on the side of the upper hole.

Without much ado, he lined up his cock to enter her pussy. He looked at the stop-watch on his wrist and knew the timeline. He had no time to waste, and he knew it. He wanted to relish this heavenly feeling till death, and he wanted to record it in his memory for the rest of his life. He tapped his dick on her pussy once to let her know what was coming.

Risking everything he had, he proceeded as slow as he could and gave her an inch at a time.

He gave a throaty grunt that didn't make noise but traveled through his cock in her.

She returned the compliment with a moan that traveled back through her pussy to him.

After two slow shoves, he started plunging back into her repeatedly. In under fifty seconds that he had given himself, he gave his mother a hundred thrusts.

He sped up with the fucking like a manic and just pushed repeatedly as if his life depended on it.

On his phone, he looked at the second-camera visuals from the main door. Dot on the fifty seconds marker, he withdrew and quickly bent down to kiss her pussy before rushing out the door.

She moaned in rage, "UUNNGHGHH." not believing her ill-luck on getting fucked so enthusiastically and then bereaved of the exhilarating experience, all of a sudden.

From the main door camera visuals, he saw his dad had turned and started on his way back inside. Peter was safe in the gateway room and he hid behind the bed. He lay down on the far end, which was not visible on entry to, or exit from, that room.

Obviously, his dad had wasted a minute and a half looking for someone at the door, but he could not find anyone. Fuming he came back to his wife and he shucked his clothes again to restart where he had left. Little did he know Helene was squirming for a reentry eagerly.

Peter gave his dad some two minutes before pressing on his remote again. The bell rang again. For good measure, Peter pressed it one additional time. What followed was his furious dad going to the door, back in his pajamas.

Peter had not lost an iota of his stiffness. As soon as his dad was in the hallway, Peter stood back up and tiptoed into the glory hole room to find a squirming mom. He did not have any reason to waste time again. He reentered her in one swift motion.

Peter's thrusts were urgent and powerful. He held her thighs in each hand for adding support while he pounded his mother with passion.

Peter looked at the camera streaming on the phone and saw his father looking around. He did not risk it and withdrew in exactly one-minute, and went back to his position behind the bed.

His mother furious like hell, on being hung up like she was.

His dad fuming as ever, on some kid spoiling his session, was mumbling while he came back into the gateway room. He took it out on her pussy. He was slamming into her as if on a mission. His goal was to cum before another doorbell rings.

The next time the doorbell rang, Ernst was adamant not to budge from his position. He pumped until he had climaxed in her pussy, panting to keep himself steady. Ernst continued to shove into her, as had become his habit, of late, to shove repeatedly until he would go limp so that Helene could finish.

Helene's clasping pussy and spasming legs had already indicated to him that she had climaxed a major one before even he could shoot his release in her pussy.

As the bell rang persistently, Ernst was almost sure that there was indeed someone at the door this time. Obviously, it was expected of him to unhook Helene's feet before he left the room, especially if they had finished. But ignoring the irritating bell was difficult, and he went to answer the door hastily.

With his dad in the hallway, Peter went into the glory hole room and reentered Helene. It had been a long while when Ernst had double tapped her in one night. She was pleasantly surprised. And the aggression the thrusts told her, she should get ready for a better one the second time around.

With each thrust, Peter stayed longer inside his mother. He pushed in her reaching bottom, stayed there for two seconds before coming out and reentering with similar force. The pumping was groundbreaking for Helene. She had had a major climax the first time around because of the prolonged pumping she had received in the earlier session. For her second fuck, the climb for her was much faster.

As soon as Peter reached the bottom with a forceful thrust, he stayed there for a couple of seconds before coming out and reentering with the same energy. For a minute, he gave her some thirty such thrusts, and she was panting for more. The stopwatch on his wrist told him that his fifty seconds were up, but the suction of his mother's pussy told him to stay where he was. Peter was going to climax at any moment.

He looked at the camera streaming on his phone, and saw his dad and shut the main door to come back in. While Ernst was in the main hall, walking back, Peter pressed the remote a couple of times again, taking a huge risk. He prayed to God to help his dad guard the main door as his wife gets fucked by his son. God answered his prayers, and Ernst hastily rushed back to the main door, from midway to catch the sneaky kids who were pranking him. Not finding anyone, Ernst even walked a few yards further out to look for the perpetrators. He stood there for a minute to see any shadow or movement.

Peter made the best use of the next couple of minutes and gave his all to his mother.

As soon as he shot his load in her, his mother spasmed on his dick. Peter shoved even faster inside her, heightening her pleasure to the next level.

Eventually, when Peter slowed the thrusts, his cock remained hard inside Helene, and she was surprised at that. Little hoping, can he do it one more time?...please, please, she begged God. Her head was spinning. God did not answer her prayer.

Peter withdrew from her pussy, and bent in between her legs, kissing her pussy lightly before rushing out to the room outside. Ernst returned enraged and mumbling. He unclasped Helene quickly and shut the lights and then the door to exit. Helene did not need any other help physically, and she retreated from her side of the glory hole room, pulling her gown back on.

With mixed family juices flowing from her pussy downwards, Helene joined Ernst upstairs and smiled at him as he sat on the sofa in the sitting room. She was heading to the bathroom for a hot shower and to clean up the leaking liquids on her thighs. He was glad that Helene had enjoyed herself and did not seem upset with the interruptions.

"I'm sorry we were interrupted a couple of times," he said.

She smiled and kept on walking because the juices were trickling way below her knee pits.

Later that night, when she came to Peter's room to kiss him good night, her excitement was contagious. She kissed him a good night as if she meant it, taking lead. She stayed on top of him instead of rolling off to the middle of the bed and paid no attention to his dick poking her pussy mound.

He laid some thick juicy kisses on his mother, and they made love again, this time with their mouths.

He was in another world and thanked God for the enormous help. He knew, to keep his game on, in the Glory Hole room, he will have to improve on his game plan.

467 Glory Hole p4

Peter knew for sure that he had struck lucky the first time around. He wracked his brain all night to find an alternative plan to be able to repeat what he had been able to achieve.

Peter and his mother had been kissing every day a couple of times since his birthday about two weeks earlier. Both ensured that the sessions were prolonged as much as the charade of a good morning or a good night would allow. Both fancied the good night kissing sessions more, because those had become longer with each passing night, and a lot steamier. On occasions when Ernst was home, the morning kissing sessions were welcomed with as much enthusiasm.

The kissing had gotten hot enough to wake a dead man. Peter, to give him credit, had respected the boundaries set for him - barring what he had done the previous night. He had never gone beyond her chest, never touched her breasts with his hands.

Helene came to her son's room early morning on the day before Christmas. Ernst was home as it was a holiday, and their good mornings were relegated to Peter's room on such instances, something that they both preferred.

Peter was already up, and having brushed and cleaned up was waiting for her in his bed. He intentionally kept his shirt off and stuck to just his boxers under the covers.

When Helene arrived at his room early, she found him lying under the covers. She had on her a flannel nightgown for the cold, windy morning outside. Upon reaching his bed, she slowly undid the knot of the gown and let it fall as Peter gawked.

She let the gown fall and revealed the sexiest nightie he had seen on her. Peter remembered why he loved their nightly routine more; every night, she would wear one or the other stylish nightie and shuck her gown before joining him in bed to kiss him good night. Interestingly, this morning Helene was not wearing the nightie she had worn the previous night, even though her gown was the same.

She revealed a nightie that was no more than a ladies Slip. It was plain white, with thin strings on her shoulders the actual nightie started right from where her breasts, on her chest, rose. It hung on her until it reached her hips. The lower hem was made of lace of about half an inch, also white. The slip ended where her panties began on her hips. She had on her, white panties with an inch-wide band around her hips and the triangle barely sufficient to cover her mound at the front.

The overwhelming feeling that came through Peter's mind that instant was that his Mom was built for Sex. Her aura, her body, her face, her mannerism, each exuded sexuality from Peter's point of view.

The slip made of satin was so sheer that her movement outlined her tits from where Peter lay. His mother's nipples pointing outward, unable to be contained under the filmy fabric of the slip. As soon as she bent down on Peter to kiss him, it hung loose in front of her to reveal the hanging tits merely inches from his face. He was pained to peel his eyes off from them to move his gaze up towards her eyes, while she waited for him to look up so they could kiss.

As was his expected move, he took her head in his hands and planted a couple of soft good morning kisses on her lips. Then he moved the covers to invite her in, even as his right hand around her shoulders and her back, and pulled her on top of him. He held her head in front and kissed her again, holding her on top instead of rolling her to the center of the bed as he usually did.

She shifted her weight and rode astride his crotch, with her knees outside his hips she stayed bent into his mouth glued on their torso. He shuffled to get the covers behind her back to completely cover her from behind. With his mother riding his dick, it was just his boxers and her panties holding them apart.

They attached their chests and bellies further as if there was an air bubble size of a gap between them, to finally shift focus on the lips to kiss vigorously. Peter rubbed her back, and her satin slip moved under his hands. His energized rub ensured the slip was inconsequential in a matter of minutes as his hands found skin.

Peter kept kissing his mother with fervor trying to keep her attention away from what his hands were doing. Or one could easily argue his hands kept her attention drawn as she forgot what his lips were doing.

Somewhere between the struggle to part lips and to gasp for air his mouth had shifted to her shoulders, taking the string of her slip along with his lips.

Helene was trying to recollect whether he used his teeth to hold the string between them when his hands split in opposite directions on her back. One going down toward her panties and the other going up on her back towards her neck.

As she was figuring out which to reprimand, the hand going down into her panties or the string of her nightie being pulled off her shoulder, his hand reached behind her neck and pulled her up, away from his head. She arched her back to rise on him, and gravity did the rest to her nightie, and it fell off from her left breast. His eyes devoured the most breathtaking view of her breast from this close. She was mesmerized with the effect this revelation had on her. He mentally compared every millimeter of her breast, from the picture in his mind.

He wasn't rushing, but he also gave very little time for her to react. On finding no snap response, he rose up and brought his lips back on his mother's. Her hands found the back of his neck and his head, as he went in her mouth, searching for her pleasure zones.

She was riding his crotch, and they sat hugging with his chest attached to her breasts. Both of them pulled the other with passion. The difference was that her bare left breast found the skin on his chest. Her nipple, emanating heat, was burning a hole into his chest. As her breasts mashed into him, the feeling of her bare breast on him was exhilarating for them both.

After many minutes of kissing, Peter left his mother's mouth to explore her face, only to slip lower on her neck, as he usually did every morning and evening. As he kept bending down, kissing, and leaving a trail of saliva on her, she had ample opportunity to pull his head back to her lips. She was dumbstruck, and he was not going to stop on his own.

Just as Peter took her nipple in his mouth, she felt a shiver go through her spine. He was not just going to kiss her breast; he was going to suck it as well. And, suck he did. He had her cumming by mere sucking of her nipple as she held him tightly from behind his head.

He left his mother's breast to go back up in her mouth by which time her eyes were loaded with desire, and she was moaning.

"Good morning, mom," he said, leaving her mouth briefly.

"Hhuuhhhhh..hhh..hhh." She chuckled in his mouth, not finding a sensible morning greeting from inside his lips.

Finally, coming back to reality she wished him, "good morning," and pecked a small one on his cheek and left her head on his shoulder as they fell back in the bed.

When she finally stood up, her slip had bunched on to her stomach and her left tit out, firm and proud. She pulled the string back and silently mouthed her mock reprimanded to him, before picking up her robe.

"Come down quickly for breakfast," she ordered.

Everyone wished Merry Christmas to each other around breakfast.

Ernst had prepared hot chocolate for everyone. They all sat on the ground floor sitting room, and both Ernst and Helene had to leave to give a few presents to a couple of close friends and Ernst's cousin.

Peter used the time to roll out a variation of his previous night's plan. He fetched the couple of spare tiny cameras he had brought along with the one installed in the gateway room. He installed one in the tree right in front of the house, facing towards the main door. This one needed no power; it had twenty-four hour battery life and motion sensors. The other one he installed outside the gateway room in the hallway. There was a small display stand with a vase that would camouflage the hallway camera, but the lens could see right up to the main door from inside.

The camera outside would give him the view in front of the house and the one from the hallway in front of the bedrooms would let him see a long way into the drawing-room as well, both streaming directly in his phone app, in addition to one in the gateway room he had earlier installed. Having set the whole thing up, he again rechecked the glory hole room from the sideboard rack door and thanked his dad, in his head, for his ingenuity.

He quickly had a bite to eat and rushed out to call his favors.

In the evening, he cornered his mother in the kitchen doorway under the mistletoe and kissed her in front of his dad. The kiss was way more than what his dad had ever seen him give his mom, but in the excitement of Christmas let it slide. Before Peter could release his mother, Ernst butted in and took over Helene from Peter and gave her a scorcher in front of Peter, seconds after his son left her mouth.

With Helene laughing it all off, Ernst and Peter sneaked up on her a couple of more times until dinner and got her all hot and bothered. While Peter took advantage of the situation, he still kept his tongue within his mouth and his hands to himself.

After dinner, Peter told his parents, "Mom, I'm going to Mack's and we are then going to drive over to Bernard's to drop off his Christmas gift." and then added for safety, "I should be back in an hour or so."

Helene was upset that he was leaving on Christmas eve, but was reassured, that he would be back in an hour. He politely nodded at his dad as well, apologizing for his behavior.

As soon as Peter stepped out of the house, Ernst came over to Helene on the sofa and kissed her a few times. She, on her part, was worked up with both of them kissing her. The fact that Peter was kissing her in front of Ernst had her going berserk. She was almost juicing her panties.

They had wanted to make love right there on the sofa in the living room, but they could not risk Peter's barging in on them. They took the next hornier route, to the glory hole room. Ernst also wanted to make it up to her for an interrupted routine of last night.

In about fifteen minutes, Peter had already found his way back in the dark room opposite his dad's gateway room. Five minutes later, he saw in the hallway camera, his father was walking towards the gateway room's door.

Peter pressed the call button, and the phone on the other side rang. In less than five minutes the doorbell rang. Ernst had sucked his wife briefly and had just started fucking her when the bell rang. He went out of his mind. How in the world could it happen two days in a row? He didn't budge and kept on fucking his wife with more vigor than was usual for him. The bell rang again. And then one more time.

Ernst had not cum, and neither he was going to be able to, with all the interruption. He harrumphed out of the room, pulling his jeans back on.

Peter was already out of his jeans and phone in his hand, standing ready for this. As soon as Ernst was out of the hallway, Peter tiptoed into the gateway room, rushing as fast as he could.

Once again, he saw an immaculate display of sex within one eyeshot. His mom had splayed her legs out through the lower hole, and her feet were clasped up in hooks, next to the upper hole. Her pussy was wet and ready. She was quivering in anticipation.

He had no reason to waste time, he bent and kissed her on the pussy lips, as if announcing the return of her lover. Then stood up, lined his dick in front, and entered her with a soft grunt in his throat which traveled through his cock into her.

Her moan, in return, let him know that he was welcome back.

Peter went to business slowly and picked up his pace in the next one minute. Casually, he looked at the phone streaming the front door camera showing his father talking to Mack.

Peter smiled and let his tempo go a couple of notches up and got a welcoming squirm from his mom. He unbuckled her left leg clasp from next to the upper hole, while he continued to pump, and guided her leg on his right shoulder. Then he repeated the same to her other leg and brought that one on his shoulders, as well.

His free hand held her leg from the front of her thigh pulling on her, as her calves went behind his shoulders to pull him in further. His hand started massaging her thigh as he fucked her. Her feet found each other and locked behind his shoulders. The angle raised her butt some more, and he found great depth in her on every thrust.

Her legs behind his shoulder moved frantically as if trying to get hold, or to rub his head, as she squirmed wildly.

She started streaming a climax with a tremor and loud grunts. Peter worried that his dad might hear her even as he stood on the door talking to Mack.

"URNNNGHGHHHHHHHH..." Helene shouted.

Peter got scared and looked at the camera in his other hand but saw no apparent reaction from his dad or Mack. The insulation in the rooms saved the day for Peter.

Before Helene had settled down, Peter restarted his fuck with energy. Like the previous day, he gave her long powerful thrusts and then stopped at the bottom for a couple of seconds before coming out and charging into her again with a powerful thrust. Last time around, he had done thirty for about a minute, and this time around, he did not stop until he had achieved a hundred in three full minutes that seemed to last longer. By which time he was a feather's touch away from cumming.

His mother knew that he was going to burst, she could feel his cock pulse, and she squeezed her pussy hard and pulled on his cock. Her legs behind his shoulders tightened, pulling his head into the wall.

He started spewing hot liquid into her, with a grunt, "AAAHHHHHHH." He all but said 'Mom' at the end.

She felt his hot juice in her and squirmed to a climax that took over her innards in a release she had never felt earlier. She opened her eyes to look at Sara's face in the poster in front of her with Adam in her pussy.

She shouted again with a rush of motherly emotions and again gave back a "UUUUUUNNNGHHH." She almost shouted, 'Peter' at the end.

She had not stopped cumming when Peter saw Mack step back from the door, waving his hand towards Dad and phone on his ear.

Peter hastily clasped Helene's ankles back and kept shoving hard so she would stop squirming by the time his dad finds her.

The camera in the hallway showed Ernst taking rapid steps into the gateway room.

Peter barely made it behind the bed when Ernst entered the room and kept moving towards his wife with intent.

When Ernst saw his wife's pussy creaming, he was almost glad that she was squirming in desire and did not seem upset. He had found her wanting, and the anticipation of the fuck must have kept her wet. 'Lovely,' he thought and romped into her eagerly.

The third time around took longer for Helene to release, but so it did also for Ernst, whose dick had lost most of its strength in the fifteen minutes that Mack had wasted on the door.

Ernst's regular slow shoves into Helene got him worked up soon, as it helped build the anticipation in her. On the other side of the wall, Helene's head was in an overdose. She was experiencing something which had not happened to her anytime recently, and she was a bundle of emotions and all of them sexual.

Helene climaxed before Ernst and shook wild enough for him to believe she was genuinely excited. She got everything she wanted, and more, from the glory hole. She wanted multiple fucks, and she got just that.

Helene climaxed in time for Ernst, excited beyond her belief. He shot his load in her excitedly, with solid grunts. Peter was long gone before their parents could find their way back out.

An hour after he had left, Peter was back in the living room with his parents, who sat drinking and chatting. Peter, ever so confident, slumped right next to his mom as soon as he sat on the sofa. Snuggling into her arm and waiting for her to kiss his cheek. Helene did kiss him lightly and tentatively.

They all sat and talked about nothing and everything. Somewhere in between Helene left them to get some more eggnog, and Peter took the opportunity to apologize to his dad about Mack and blamed it on the confusion that they had got it mixed up whether Peter was supposed to pick Mack or was it the other way around. Eventually, Peter explained he had stayed back at Mack's, while Mack drove back.

Ernst replied, "don't worry. It happens." Little did Ernst know that Peter had traded one day's use of his brand new car with Mack for his troubles. His friend found it weird, keeping Peter's dad engaged at the door for fifteen-twenty minutes, and strictly entre nous, but the trade was too good to pass.

They all were up for another half an hour before Ernst said he was tired and retreated to the bedroom. Helene told him she would join him in a little while and stayed back with Peter.

Ernst might have barely made it to the bedroom, as Peter got up and went to the kitchen doorway. He pulled the mistletoe along its tape. He walked to the sitting room, looking towards his smiling mother, who laughed when she saw him dangle the mistletoe in hand.

Peter did not stop in front of her, as she looked on, amused. He went to the chandelier in the living room, reached up, and stuck the mistletoe on it. It hung loose but held on. He reached his mother, opened out his arm, asking for her hand to get her up. She took him up on his offer and got up as he pulled lightly on her hand, giving her support to stand. They reached under the mistletoe, hand in hand, and his head came down as expected, to kiss her slowly a few times. He changed tack to silently dance with her under the mistletoe as they remained joint in front.

For half an hour, they danced slowly and kissed heavily under the mistletoe before she pushed him on the chest and told him, "I'm tired, Peter and I'm going to go sleep."

Shutting a couple of lights on their way up, they went to the sitting room upstairs.

"Good Night, Peter," she said, turning towards her room.

Peter was shocked. He could not believe that this was it. He replied, "No,no,no,no...No. We must kiss good night properly."

Helene turned to him and smiled wide, "Peter, you have had more than your fair share today. Don't you think? And frankly, I am very tired. I will see you tomorrow morning. good night."

Not completely satisfied, Peter pulled her hand, got her into his arms, and locked his hands behind her. He bent towards her face and started kissing her face and slowly redirected to her lips and kissed her. She responded to his kisses with her tongue and lips, but her response was less than enthusiastic. Peter reckoned that she was indeed tired.

He got her to promise, she would come to wish him good morning.

Back in her room, Helene stayed up for another half an hour thinking about everything, and as soon as it was midnight, she called Sara, stepping out of the bedroom into the sitting area so as not to disturb Ernst.

Helene almost sang to Sara, "Merry Christmas, my love. I wanted to be the first one to wish you."

Helene wished her Merry Christmas with as much love, passion, and warmth as she could gather in her tone. Sara responded with equal affection and admiration.

Sara replied, "Merry Christmas Helene, my love. I regret that I am not with you this Christmas. It won't happen ever again, EVER."

"I am waiting for the sixth of January. Can't wait to see you." Helene confirmed her plan.

"I am dying to kiss you, hold you, make love to you," Sara replied

"Me too." Helene replied, and eagerly added, "I've to tell you something..."

--

Over the last two months, ever since Sara had told her about Adam and their relationship, Helene had been a bundle of emotions. The influence Sara had on her was incredible; in her opinion, there was nothing Sara could do wrong. That was the power of their love. The more Helene thought about Adam and Sara, trying to rationalize their sexual relationship in her mind, the more it bothered her emotionally. Many a times, her own thoughts had wavered towards Peter, and every time she would shirk the idea out of her mind.

Somewhere around the same time, Ernst had built the glory hole wall after Peter had gone back to college in October, after her birthday weekend. With the glory hole's faceless fucking, and with Adam and Sara's posters on the wall in front of her and under the upper berth, as she received pleasure, for some reason Peter kept coming back to her mind even while none of her sexual fantasies had ever involved Peter earlier. But the mere thought of it sent shivers in her spine.

Her center focus was to get together with Sara earliest. For that, previously the dynamic involved Adam the Lover, and now the dynamic had changed to Adam the Son and Lover.

On the home front, when Peter arrived earlier in December, a couple of days before his birthday, their one kissing session had taken a turn for the better, and now they were kissing and making out like teenagers. Her mind was doing tricks with her; every time she kissed Peter she imagined Sara kissing Adam, images of them having sex from the Kama Sutra calendar clouded her mind. It had reached a point where she was now imagining Peter fucking her while in fact, it was Ernst was fucking her - in the glory hole or even otherwise.

Helene spoke with Sara daily; they spoke about everything in general, and down to more specific. She told Sara, the reason for excess use of the glory hole with Ernst, was because she would imagine Peter inside her while she was being taken by his father. And after Peter had come in December, from earlier days when she regretted letting Peter kiss her, she had reached a point where she confided in Sara how much she was looking forward to it; how much she dressed up for it.

She blamed Sara for corrupting her, many times mock chastising her for it. In time she would credit Sara for it. Sara, in turn, teased her aplenty.

As Peter kissed her every morning and evening, Helene experienced an emotional similarity of what Sara had with Adam. The equivalency of it with Sara got Helene to a mental high. She wanted more.

--

What happened that evening was critical to report to Sara. Helene was so overwhelmed that she did not believe it herself. She was rambling as she spoke with Sara about it.

Both spoke for four hours until Helene collapsed on the sofa and spent the night there, exhausted both physically and mentally. It was past four in the morning.

Ernst came out around seven in the morning looking for Helene and saw her sleeping on the sofa, her phone near her. He knew immediately she must have been speaking with Sara and slept there. He slowly picked her up in his arms and lifted her, scooping up her light body.

She instinctively brought her arms around his neck and leaned her head on his shoulder and moaned, "mmm."

Ernst tucked her in the bed. Helene was very tired and slept in.

Another hour later, she got up and kissed Ernst, wished him "Merry Christmas" with as much festive spirit she could muster.

She got a cheery 'Merry Christmas' in return. Ernst was glad Helene looked happy and upbeat.

Ernst had brought coffee, and they enjoyed a leisurely relaxed Christmas morning in bed enjoying coffee together. Helene stayed in bed lazily while Ernst showered; she ran in her mind everything she and Sara had discussed last night. The anticipation of it tickled her.

Ernst got ready and offered to make breakfast as she got ready.

She offered her, "Thank you. I'll wake up the slugabed and drag him down with me."

Helene went back into her closet to change her nightie and pulled back her nightgown over it.

Peter was already up and anxiously waiting for his mom for over an hour. As had become his habit, he slept without his t-shirt and only wore boxers at night. He had cleaned up and had gone back under the covers and was anxious to know if something was wrong. Last night, his mother had not come into his room to kiss him good night, and it looked like she was ditching him this morning as well. It was not just the kissing; he was also worried if he had somehow let on his secret with her. What did she mean last night, when she had said, 'you have had more than your fair share today. Don't you think?'

Was she referring to his sucking on her breast yesterday, or kissing her in front of his father? His shaft was standing at attention in anticipation, and he sighed in relief when the door clicked open, and he saw Helene enter.

Upon reaching the bed, Helene undid her robe and let it slip off her shoulders.

If it were possible to have a heart attack at twenty-one, Peter was going to have one then. His eyes popped out at what he saw.

His mother was wearing a see-through red chemise nightie made of very fine net. With not a shred under it, every part of her front was transparently visible to Peter. With his jaw on the floor, he zoned in on her breasts, both staring proudly in his face. The thin cover in front of them of no consequence. The chemise reached her hips and gave the duty of rest of the titillation to her panties. He slowly looked down towards her all too familiar pussy and saw her pussy lips carving their presence through the same transparent fabric on the panties as well. The thin, fluffy white lining around the edges of the chemise gave it a Christmasy spirit.

No one said anything for a long while, and Helene broke the silence with, "Merry Christmas, Dear."

Peter was trying to rationalize what had just happened. Moments ago, he feared his kissing days were over, and now his mother had just gone ahead and upped the game.

He recovered from his dumbstruck zone and offered a lame, "Merry Christmas, Mom."

Recovering, he got up arching his back as he wished her and offered her his hand. She followed his lead and entered under the duvet. She held the cover briefly as he scrunched-in a few inches while turning towards her. As she slipped into his bed, he turned even more to half ride her. Before she got an opportunity to turn towards him, he attacked her with passion and took over her mouth. His mother's head was still above his elbow pit as he hefted on the same elbow to turn and bring his head over hers.

Their kissing was only for the name. Within fifteen minutes in his bed, he had alienated the chemise off from her breasts. He had kissed, licked, sucked, and mauled her breasts to his heart's contentment. Another fifteen minutes later, she slowly and half-heartedly pushed him off from on top of her. She reminded him that Ernst was waiting for them for breakfast.

When she did manage to untangle and get up, her Chemise was off from both her shoulders. As she stood up, it fell to the floor leaving her with only the panties on her. She picked the robe and wore it straight on, instead of bothering with the chemise, which she picked up in her hand and dragged it behind her.

It took Peter fifteen seconds to shoot cum all over his chest while he moaned, "Mom," and kept jerking his dick.

Helene quickly showered to get ready and joined Ernst who was waiting for the both of them for breakfast.

Peter joined them in another ten minutes and wished his dad, "Merry Christmas, Dad."

"Merry Christmas, Son," Ernst responded as if reminding him of their relationship.

While they were having breakfast, Peter saw the mistletoe on the chandelier from last night, directly in his line of sight. He signaled his mom, silently with his face and eyes towards the chandelier. She realized what he was signaling towards and without much ado covered up.

"Ernst, I asked Peter to take the mistletoe down and hang it elsewhere. I don't want to be assaulted every time I turn in my kitchen." Helene offered.

They all laughed at the joke Helene made of it, and then she added, "As if under the chandelier is any better, you know we are going to spend all of today there. Not fair." She managed in fake exasperation.

"Cheeky." Ernst chided Peter.

Peter grinned as if it was all intentional, keeping in mind that it was Christmas day.

Ernst leaned towards his wife and kissed her on the lips, "Thankfully I don't need mistletoe to kiss you, my love."

Helene wore a Christmas dress that made her look many years younger. It was a very classy high-end Chanel dress, made for women with a perfect figure, and Helene pulled it off with style and felt sexier as she wore it. Made of fine cashmere wool, the dress was not bulky even while it kept her warm. The fur on the ends of the sleeves let her snuggle into soft and cuddly faux hair whenever she felt like it.

"Mom, you look beautiful" Peter complimented her as soon as he saw her standing.

"Yes, dear. You look great." Ernst added before she could thank Peter.

She said, "Thank you" and nodded towards both of them, one by one.

Half an hour later, they retreated towards the sitting room and the Christmas tree to open their gifts. Before she could find her corner Peter held her waist and planted a nice, wet kiss on her lips. As they broke away, he grinned and signaled towards the chandelier on her head. She smiled and turned to sit but bumped into Ernst, who stood less than ten inches beside her. He pulled his hand behind Helene and bent down to kiss her well and proper; a nice wet and sloppy kiss.

Over the next two hours, the scene in the drawing-room was surreal for each one of them. With every move Helene made, whether to pick a gift or keep a glass on the table; whether to get up for going to the toilet or to get the lunch going, either Ernst or Peter would get up and kiss her. It had become a contest amongst them as to whose reaction was faster, responding to Helene moving about. Often one passed her to the other after he was done. By the afternoon, taking after his father, Peter was kissing her with tongue in her mouth, and she was kissing him back.

By Lunchtime, the pretense of kissing under the mistletoe was weakening. The kisses became longer, and the tonguing more serious. If they didn't break for lunch, that Helene had somehow managed between the relay kissing, she would surely be fucking them both right there in the drawing-room.

After lunch, even while Helene's mind told her to go upstairs and rest it out a little, she gave in to the temptation, and they all shifted back to the drawing-room again. She was feeling very hot and bothered, and she felt exhilarated having this foreplay with Peter and Ernst in the same room.

She was defying all the instincts that told her to cool down a bit for the evening, as they were expecting a guest. Ernst's parents usually came at Christmas, and today her mother-in-law was expected, later in the evening.

The kissing game restarted where they had left and, in time, only grew hotter. Ernst was groping along with kissing Helene. Peter had started kissing her, holding her head in his hands and tongue kissing her, she was fervently returning every kiss.

Peter also knew his grandmother was arriving later in the evening. That's why his variation was designed for earlier. Had it not been a pre-set plan, he would not have budged from this erotic family get together. Though, it seemed perfect because it had worked everybody up at the right time.

Reluctantly, Peter told his parents that he was going to see a friend for an hour and should be back much before his grandmother arrived. He found no resistance from either Helene or Ernst.

Helene and Ernst were kissing and necking before Peter had exited the front door. Peter rushed as soon as he could and ran his phone urgently even as he drove his car around the corner. He continued to rush someone at the other end of the phone, even as he walked briskly towards his home, trying to avoid unnecessary attention from neighbors.

Peter entered from the rear unlocked door and went into his hiding room with the phone in his hand, screen streaming all three cameras. As expected, he got a fleeting look at his mom in the camera as she walked through the hallway, and turned towards the room that led to her side of the glory hole wall. Keeping the facade of faceless fucking, his dad followed her a couple of minutes later.

Peter's phone pinged a confirmation receipt. He shot a message back. His distraction plan was ready. The stop clock started for precisely five minutes.

Ernst was in half-mind to actually go to the main door and check everything before joining Helene from across the glory hole wall. The action from the drawing-room since morning had them both hot and horny enough, to go at it instantly.

Like clockwork, five minutes after they had entered the glory hole room, the bell rang. Ernst swore to God it was not possible to be more ill-timed than that. He mumbled something while he came out of the glory hole room and then exited the gateway room into the hallway. Peter tiptoed into the glory hole room on cue and saw his mother hanging out from the upper hole this evening. Obviously, she was receiving oral pleasure, when Ernst had been called to the door. Her legs, while splayed open, were hanging downwards. Peter admired her open pussy that was glistening with his dad's saliva, and loads of her own juices.

Peter was in heaven, and this opportunity to go down on his mother was God's Christmas gift to him. He kissed her legs and went up to her thighs at a comfortable pace. Peter knew his father was not going to come back in soon. By the time her pussy was eye level to his face, he smelled the delicious aroma of mother's juice, leaking profusely. Peter could guess how much his mother was waiting for, what was coming next. His hands around both her thighs hefted them and perched them on his shoulders. Peter moved ahead and kissed her pussy.

He licked, kissed, and sucked his mother's pussylips.

Helene locked her legs behind his head and was cumming instantly while moaning.

"UUUUHHHHHH. UUUUHHHH." it was as if her pussy spoke in his mouth.

Peter gave a confirmation back, "muuah."

Out front, on their pebbled driveway, Ernst was listening to carol singers organized by Peter. Young girls sang in beautiful symphonies one carol after another. Ernst could not find the courage to turn back small young girls from their door and offered them pastries before they left.

By the time Ernst managed to discharge the performance from the front porch, with as much politeness he could muster in his aroused state, Helene was well into her third orgasm and cumming like an open tap. Her legs that had locked Peter's head into her pussy were supported by her hands pulling his head into her pussy, pulling him with his hair.

She was shouting, "uuuuuunnnngghhh." She was cumming like she meant it and gave all her strength to pull him back into her, where he came from. Her hands pulled him with his hair, her legs locked behind him adding pressure, on his shoulders and neck.

Peter had propped his phone on the side and had lost a direct view of what was happening outside. He struggled to unclasp his mother's hands from behind his head to see the camera. He panicked. The front door was closed, and the hallway camera showed footsteps far too close for him to be able to jump out of the room without coming face to face with his father.

Peter freed himself from his mother's grasp, and left her hanging, trying to figure out what to do next. In a split second available, he hid himself behind the heavy door that had the sideboard rack mounted on it. He was not in plain view, but the risk was that, in a matter of seconds, he and his father would be on the same side of the glory hole wall and in the same enclosed room.

As soon as Ernst entered the glory hole room, he saw his wife's legs hanging loose, quivering and shaking. Her hands, which moments earlier, were holding Peter's head in her pussy were now covering her pussy and slowly petting the pussylips. Ernst assumed she started fingering herself as she had been waiting for him.

Helene was about to retreat when Ernst took charge and started licking her. Helene's hands that were still on his side of the glory hole wall, went behind Ernst's head and pulled him in her pussy. With his father unable to see any activity on his side of the wall, other than what he was doing in his wife's pussy, Peter beat a hasty retreat.

Truly spent, Helene climaxed the final time that afternoon, this time on a different tongue. By then, Peter was in his car. He started the engine and went for a drive. He had a doubt but couldn't really nail it down because his ears were tightly plugged by his mother's thighs. He thought he heard her cry out his name when she was cumming. Did she? Why would she do that?

Ernst's parents - Heidi and Stefan - always joined the family for a Christmas dinner. It had become a long time family tradition of sorts. Sometimes they would stay for more than a day, but mostly they would stay for a night.

When Stefan was diagnosed with advanced dementia, about two years ago, he was admitted to an old-age care home for proper care. Ernst had ensured that he was getting the best possible care, but everyone knew his situation was not going to be improving much from hereon ahead.

Heidi, on the other hand, was fairly fit for her age. She would soon be sixty-two in a couple of months. Heidi lived alone in their hometown, managing perfectly well in a substantial house. She had to herself a driver-cum-assistant, a woman from Poland, and also office staff who mulled around her home because she managed Stefan's business from home, mostly to keep herself busy. She visited Stefan daily.

Like last year, Heidi came alone for the traditional family get-together on Christmas. Until later on Christmas Day, they all enjoyed dinner and drinks together.

While relaxing on the ground floor sitting room, Heidi gave gifts to the three of them; Ernst and Helene gave her a vinyl-record player for a gift. Heidi has been a musician back in her days, and her impressive collection of vinyl-records needed a better record player than the one she had. She loved her gift.

Somewhere during the fun and games, Peter stood up and held his grandma in the center of the room and kissed her lips in front of everyone. When Heidi looked at him quizzingly and surprised, he signaled toward the mistletoe she had been standing under and then hugged her.

With cheerfulness and joy around them, they partied as the night went on. Her new record player was tested, and everyone danced on old, slow songs; Peter with Heidi, and Ernst with Helene, switching partners often, every little while jostling to get under the mistletoe hanging from the chandelier.

When their dance ended, Ernst went to the record player to turn it off, and Peter took Heidi's lips under the mistletoe, kissing her respectfully on her lips one last time.

Ernst came to them and took his mother's arm from Peter to kiss her one final time under the mistletoe, also on her lips without any tongue. Helene looked at them, standing closeby, and suddenly lightbulbs in her mind flashed as if she had become enlightened with worldly knowledge, from within.

Helene stepped forward and tapped Ernst off, smiling towards him. Helene looked on and smiled, now more sure of herself than ever. Ernst made way for her, as Helene stepped forward and took Heidi's lips and kissed her slowly. Then again and again. Five minutes later, Helene was still in Heidi's mouth even as Peter and Ernst gawked at the ladies conjugate.

When Helene freed Heidi, softly pecking her one final time, she wished her, "Merry Christmas!" Heidi was overwhelmed, her head was buzzing, but gave back a controlled grin.

They all eventually retreated for the night around twelve in the night. Everyone was exhausted and somewhat drunk. As was expected, Heidi stayed over for the night in the third bedroom on the first floor. This was their usual room whenever Heidi and Stefan decided to stay back.

After changing for the night in her ensuite bathroom, instead of heading to her bed, Helene picked the phone and called Sara. Ernst knew this as her ritual and went on under the covers as she stepped into the sitting room outside their bedroom.

Helene had been exchanging messages with Sara all evening.

Her phone call with Sara was a confirmatory call of sorts, and it was the shortest conversation she had had with Sara in months.

"Going ahead," Helene confirmed as if on a do or die mission.

"Love you," Sara replied as if sending her emissary on a mission.

Helene blew Sara a kiss good night, chucked the phone on the sofa, and entered Peter's room without knocking.

Peter was waiting for his mother.

She came next to his bed and shed her gown. She looked far more cool doing it, as against what she felt inside. She was burning with desire and lust, on her inside.

Her gown found the floor, without much fanfare, and she stood stark naked in front of Peter.

Shocked to see his mother naked, he leapt up from his shoulders, elbows behind him on the bed. Instead of looking towards her breasts and her pussy, he looked at her face trying to find an explanation. No words came out of him even as he looked on.

She flippantly said, "since you are going to claw my nightie off anyway, I thought it might be best if I came without one."

Bizarrely, she didn't explain the lack of panties. Peter had overtly never touched her pussy. That was about to change though.

She did not bend on him, nor did she kiss him, but she let him admire her for a long while. Belatedly, Peter raised his right hand reaching out, inviting her under the covers.

She looked towards his boxers, visible when he lifted half the covers, and said, "don't you think it's unfair?"

He found no logic in what was expected, but it would be stupid to argue with his mother at this point. His boxers came off and revealed a rock hard boner almost pink, pulsing with blood.

Helene took the covers in her hand and crawled ahead with her knees on either side to line his dick below her pussy and sat crushing it between them. Her wet pussylips wrapped his dick, and she rode it flat on his stomach. She moved up and down on his dick massaging it with her pussy, as it remained crushed between his belly and her pussy, growing another inch. Her hands pressed on his chest to find support.

There was nothing obscure about her movements. There wasn't even a show of trying to kiss him as yet. Her juices lathered his dick as she moved slowly covering it with liquid gold she was producing.

A few minutes of this agonizing stimulation and Helene eventually bent forward, taking his lips with hers. She kissed him with passion like she meant business.

Helene's body felt hot under his hands as if she was running a fever. Peter's open palms crawled all over her back and then ventured on his bums without compunction. He egged her butt to buck on his dick as he made love to her mouth. Her pussy's entrance had lifted back an inch with her leaning forward into his lips.

As she continued to kiss him lovingly, Helene brought her hands behind her son's head, in his hair. She tousled his hair, rubbed his hair, played with his hair extravagantly, and for the first time thanked God that Ernst was bald.

Then Helene lifted her chest back up, her hands lightly pushing his chest as if asking him to stay back. Her pussy lips enveloped the girth of his dick again.

As she sat on his dick, still moving forward and back, she asked him, "You know your father does not have hair on his head, right?"

In his cloudy state-of-mind, Peter thought he hadn't heard his mother right. At first, he did not understand, but as she looked into his eyes, it sank in, and his heartbeat sped up to a hundred and kept going higher. His mother knew that he had fucked her and sucked her pussy.

Peter had been a blatant fool and didn't think it through when he was licking her pussy she held his head inside her quim. His mother had held his hair as she pulled him in. Peter was stupid enough, to not remember that just the previous day he had unclasped his mother's ankles to get her legs on his shoulders while fucking her, and then she had locked her legs behind his head. How could she not feel his long wavy hair on her legs?

It was as if Peter was hit by a truck loaded with bricks. He felt as if his mother might just bring out a knife and chuck it in his chest, for his deceit. He felt small, and he felt like a creep.

Peter did not realize that his cock had vanished from between them and had gone inside his mother's pussy. As he looked into her eyes, offering an apology as she squeezed her pussy and clasped his cock hard. She had moved her hips higher and downed herself on his dick, taking him in, until he was way inside her.

Helene smiled as only she could. His heartbeat slowed and returned to a hundred. She started bucking on his cock slowly. He could not believe what had just happened. It was like falling off an airplane to land on your feet.

Helene's bucking gained momentum, and his fear turned into euphoria. His hands on her butt helped her hesitantly. Their eyes locked in love and devotion.

Helene was so overwhelmed with her overt act of fucking her own child that she yelped when she came. Her Rodeo position copied Sara's from the calendar, as she ran it in her mind.

"UUUUUUUNNNNNGGGGGHHH," was her shout, as if she wanted the world to know what she had just done.

Undoubtedly Heidi heard her, who was clear that Helene was getting some action tonight.

Before she could finish cumming, Peter turned her from above him. Laying her down on her back, angled again at her pussy Peter reentered his mother. She was numb from inside and out. He started slowly shoving into her back and forth. Before she could climb down from her sexual high, he had his mother going back up. He regularly shoved into her, with his unique thuds, reminded her of the two days of similar loving that she had received. Peter would shove hard and paused for a couple of seconds before he withdrew to repeat. She marked it inside her pussy as her son's patent style.

When he sprayed his cum inside her, he grunted like he had succeeded in some lifelong goal, "AAAAAAGGHHHHH." He did not shout, but Helene did.

She was cumming like it was her first orgasm of the night, and it shook from head to toe. Helene did not let eye contact, between her son and herself, waver. They looked into each other's eyes and humped as she grunted her, "UNNNNGH." Not loud like her previous grunt but loud enough to tell him, 'thank you, my son.'

They could have made love all night. But she had other things on her mind. She felt energized for some reason. Clearly it was more because of things running in her mind, than her physical activity.

They lay in each other's arms for a brief while, cuddling. Peter wanted to restart and was kissing her relentlessly between their two sessions. But she squeezed out from under him.

As he lay on his back again, she kissed Peter "good night" and left. He wanted to talk, but she was not interested at the moment.

Peter could not believe what had just happened. He started believing in God and thanked his good fortune. The turn of events had him gobsmacked.

Outside Peter's room, Helene reached for her phone lying on the sofa. She found a cowgirl gif emoji while looking for a cowgirl hat, and pressed send.

Sara, on the other end of the world, laughed herself silly as she imagined Helene rocking on Peter in a manner the girl in the gif was bucking on the dummy rodeo horse. Message received.

Instead of going towards her own bedroom, Helene turned instead towards Heidi's bedroom. She knocked lightly, enough for Heidi to have heard it and entered without waiting for a response.

Heidi's room was dark, but as Helene entered, light from outside the room broke the darkness inside. Clearly, Heidi wasn't sleeping. As Helene reached near her bed, Heidi looked towards her, surprised.

Helene's robe was on her shoulders, but she had not tightened the belt. That left her front bare for Heidi to look at. Even though Helene's breasts were covered from the lapels, her pussy mound was out in the open.

Helene bent on Heidi's head and kissed her on the lips, "Hi."

Heidi, kissing her back, replied, "Hey."

Helene pulled the covers from Heidi and took her hand, and pulled on it as if asking to sit up. When Helene had her sitting up on the edge of the bed, she bent and kissed Heidi again a few times on the lips before stepping back, and started pulling on Heidi's hand again, asking her to come along.

Helene led the way with Heidi's hand in hers. She was only lightly tugging Heidi, who walked behind her daughter-in-law in her own dazed mental cloudiness. When they entered Helene's bedroom, the door clicked to let Ernst know she was entering. He was under the cover but had not slept yet. On seeing his mother being led by Helene inside, he was as confused as his mother.

Helene stopped only when she had reached her side of the bed and left Heidi's hand. She brought up her hands on her shoulders to shrug the gown off. Night light filtered dimly into the room from the bathroom. Heidi saw a completely naked well-built Helene and was immediately in awe of her beauty. Heidi had never in her life kissed or touched a woman sexually. All that was going to change soon.

Helene let Heidi admire her for a little while, and then brought her head down on Heidi's and kissed her one more time, with her tongue going in. Her hands were busy on Heidi's gown. As she kissed Heidi, her hands unsnapped Heidi's bra and let her saggy, but large, breasts fall in front. Helene bent in front of Heidi and helped her step out of the knickers she was wearing. "Not bad," Helene thought. She did not come up instantly but kissed Heidi's mound once.

She stood up and asked Heidi, as if it was a question, "Would you like to sleep with us please?"

Helene gave little pressure on Heidi's shoulders to make her sit and then shuffle back towards the middle. In another world, Heidi could have died of embarrassment, had she found herself naked in front of her son kissing a woman, but Helene had made this magic happen with so much love that no one could even question the normalcy of the scenario. Ernst just looked towards them in amazement.

Heidi kept facing Helene and her eyes moist with emotions. Helene kissed her innumerable times as if urging her into considering this as a loving gesture on her part. Heidi brought her hands cupping Helene's face and kissed her affectionately. Helene's hands flew behind Heidi and pulled Heidi's shoulder and head into her mouth. A minute later, Helene's hand left Heidi's head to search for Ernst without looking behind Heidi.

Heidi shivered as her back felt her son's hand. Nuzzling Heidi's neck, Helene's reached out her hand on Ernst's hip to pull him forward. When she felt Ernst's pajamas bottom on him, she left Heidi's neck to look at him as if he was being rude.

She glared at him, amazed as if asking, 'Do you want this or not?'

He shuffled with boyish urgency, and without waiting for Helene to pull on him again, nestled his dick inside his mother's butt-crack. Helene was kissing the side of Heidi's neck and could feel the low moan in her throat and shiver in her spine.

Helene smiled in Heidi's neck.

As the dual assault on Heidi continued, she was soppy wet. She had not had sex in over three years and the sinfulness of what she was doing was way too much for her.

Ernst pushed his forearm between her thighs and hooked her left thigh up to find space enough for his dick to enter.

As Ernst sank in her, Heidi moaned passionately, "mmmmmm," in Helene's mouth. His slow climb-down into his mother spoke volumes of love he had for her, considering how turned-on he was at that moment.

Ernst fucked his mother with love and passion, and yet slow enough to relish the moment forever. Heidi nestled into her daughter-in-law, and they looked into each other's face and eyes.

Heidi's eyes were thanking Helene for what she had made them do. Helene's eyes only thanked Heidi back in appreciation for returning the love.

As Ernst's jerks became urgent, Helene took Heidi's mouth and pushed her tongue inside.

Both Ernst and Heidi exulted their climax together within a few seconds, overwhelmed by the depravity of their actions.

Heidi moaned her climax in Helene's mouth, "mmuuuaaaa."

This was one of those rare nights when Ernst wanted to double-tap his lover. He was so charged up that he took hold of his mother and turned her towards him, kissing her like a lover. They exchanged some twenty sloppy kisses, and he turned his mother on her back before finding his position on top of her, between her legs. Her head was resting on Helene's arm, high up near her shoulder. As Ernst rose up to line his dick in front of Heidi's pussy, he looked down on two of the most beautiful women in his life. His eyes remained locked with Heidi's, and he sought permission to enter as if it was their first time, and her eyes invited him in.

He descended into her with love and devotion in his heart; lust and desire in his eyes. His cock found bottom as she responded with arching her hips upwards. Finding no attention from her husband, Helene turned her head towards Heidi and started licking her ears. Heidi's hands were on Ernst's shoulders, pulling him, as she let him give her what she wanted badly.

Ernst willed himself to slow and made love to his mother as he longed for this day his entire life and thanked Helene in his mind. He remembered she was lying next to them and looked sideways towards Helene.

Their eyes communicated, she asked, "like it." teasing.

Ernst's saying, "thank you for this. I love it more than anything in the world."

Mother and son slept in each others' arms until it was morning. Helene was sleeping on her back, her lips wide from ear-to-ear in a smile of contentment.

This was a Christmas night the family won't forget, ever.

--

Sara asked Adam, "Do you think you can manage to stay somewhere else, for some time." It was a very odd question for Adam coming from Sara. Clearly, it was not even a question, but a request.

Adam surprisingly checked, "What's wrong?"

Sara clarified, "Helene is coming over, and we want to be alone for some time to figure out stuff."

Adam and Sara had discussed already that their relationship was momentary, and he had assured her that he would move-on at the right time. That discussion was more than a year ago, and they had only gotten closer until Helene came into her life.

Ironically, it seemed like Sara was ready to move-on before Adam was going to.

Adam made the grim situation somewhat lighthearted, "So you are throwing me out?"

Sara chuckled at the expression, "you can call it that if you want to."

Adam asked, "When is she arriving?"

Sara replied, "In the new year, on sixth."

Adam trudged along, "When is she leaving."

Sara snapped, "None of your business," but maintained her cool.

Adam knew not to go ahead on the topic. Without having heard it in as many words, he was also aware that when she said 'for some time', it was bound to be much longer than 'some time.'

--

In the morning, on Zweite Feiertag, it was time for Second Celebrations.

Heidi was up and was holding Ernst nestling in her bosom as he slept. Heidi's arms completely covering his head as if he was hiding between her breasts from a monster called reality. Helene leaned over Heidi's head. She held Heidi's face from the opposite cheek pulling Heidi into her mouth. She kissed Heidi on her lips, wished her a warm-hearted, "good morning."

Before she got up, Helene lowered into Heidi's ear and whispered, "I'm going to wake Peter up. No need to come on down. I'll fetch breakfast upstairs."

Heidi mouthed a silent "thank you."

Helene kissed Heidi once more on her cheek and left the lovers in her bed nuzzling into each other.

Helene was actually the first to get up, and felt as energetic as ever, having found purpose. She left her bedroom, walking towards the door as she pulled on her gown over her naked self.

The gown stayed on her shoulders for less than a minute, because as soon as she entered Peter's room, she shrugged her gown walking towards his bed, where she dumped it before climbing up in his bed.

After many days, she had actually found a sleeping Peter. Usually, on occasions when Ernst was home, he would be awake waiting for his mother's, 'good morning'.

Helene went under the covers and went to work on his dick. Peter woke up soon enough to find his mother sucking him. By the time she got him near bursting, she turned on the bed and went up to the headboard and sat with her back to it, adding some cushions on her lower back. She pulled Peter to rise up in front of her, and get on his knees. When Peter had positioned himself astride her, his dick lined in front of her mouth, she pulled on her son's cock and started sucking it again.

They were in a position from Sara's calendar replicating the April pose - Man on High. She sucked on until Peter shot his load in her mouth, and she hungrily swallowed everything that was offered.

Her "good morning, Peter" came last, when she was getting up. He wanted her to stay for longer, but she had a plan to attend to.

While downstairs in the kitchen, she sipped coffee and gave a blow by blow details to Sara. Most importantly, Helene informed Sara about her plan, and that left Sara in awe of her love. Sara reminded herself why she loved this woman. Even while she was planning her own future, she made sure she had taken care of everything and everyone. There was no machiavellian bone in her body, she was made only of love and compassion.

--

Helene asked Sara, "I want to do all of your positions with Peter." It was as if she was seeking permission instead of an announcement.

Sara thought about it only for a moment before saying, "you don't need me to permit you or tell you to do it or not. Even though the point is moot, think about Peter before going ahead. I know he has taken the first step, but you need to be the person in control."

Helene absorbed what Sara was saying. They had already discussed this over the last two days for many hours. As soon as Helene came to doubt it - about Peter being on the other side of the glory hole - she had told Sara, and the plan for laying on the upper hole the next day was devised together by the ladies. Their plan hit bang on-target with Peter's hair in Helene's hands, as he sucked her to orgasm.

The first day Helene had come to doubt it, the second day she was sure of it, the third day she wanted it.

Helene, replied, "Sara, Besides the fact that it was Peter who made love to me, I want to feel what you did; I want to feel it the way you did."

It wasn't a reckless thought on Helene's part but a level of commitment that was backed by a rapacious desire to converge with Sara at their heart, body, and soul.

Sara understood where Helene was coming from and loved her only more.

They had eleven days, until January the fifth, when Peter would return to Berlin, and Helene would board a flight to Los Angeles. Sara resolved to take Helene through all the positions in the Kama Sutra Calendar along with their sequences in which to achieve them.

Sara replied, "let's do it then."

Helene got her answer, and let Sara off the hook to let her sleep a few hours.

Sara, on her part, could not sleep, and the thought of Helene going to replicate her positions with Peter was too much for her. She fucked Adam twice that night, ideating and implementing what she would be guiding Helene to do.

When Sara woke up the next morning, completely satisfied sexually, it was evening time for Helene in Germany. They had a twenty-minute long chat that had Helene charged up more than she could handle.

Helene, during the course of the day, had warmed up for her sequence for later that night. She brought Ernst and his mother breakfast in bed, just like Ernst had when Helene and Sara lazed in bed. She felt so content when she saw the two locked in arms and kissing when she entered without knocking.

"Good morning," Helene announced.

She got wished in return by Heidi, "Good Morning" and "good morning, my love," by Ernst.

All three enjoyed breakfast together and did not once address the elephant in the room directly.

Heidi told them both about her plan for leaving later in the afternoon, "I should be headed back after lunch, so I am back home before nightfall."

Helene was clear as day with Heidi, "Nonsense. Heidi, you cannot go." She was not asking but demanding that Heidi stay back. She looked at Ernst and asked him to pitch in.

Ernst, still holding his mother on his arm, "Mother, you can stay a few days," and added, "Please stay until New Year's."

By the end of breakfast, Heidi was persuaded to stay until New year's day.

Heidi went to her room to have her shower and got ready to meet them all in the sitting room on the first floor.

All three of them relaxed until lunch, with Peter out of home until late in the afternoon. They had their lunch without Peter, who joined them after lunch. Peter had to cancel some other arrangements he had organized.

Heidi and Helene jointly prepared lunch. As they all sat on the ground floor, post their lunch.

When Peter came in, he was freezing, not having worn enough layers on him. He saw all of them under blankets, his dad and mom under one and his grandma in another. He quickly joined his grandmother under the blanket.

Heidi shrieked, "Peter, you are cold." and shucked the blanket, and herself, away from him.

Peter mewed like a puppy, laughed it off as if he was intentionally teasing his grandmother, "ha, ha, ha, ha, ha"

They all laughed for a while before, Helene, moving away from Ernst opened her arms to Peter to join her in the blanket.

Helene asked, "Ernst, can you sit in Heidi's blanket for a while?" She asked genuinely as if she needed Ernst's approval.

Ernst willingly joined Heidi, and Peter gratefully joined his mother under the blanket. Helene immediately jerked as his chilled hands, and cold clothes touched her perfectly warm body.

They all laughed again.

Containing her reaction, she let him nuzzle up and cuddle. Peter did an extra show of it for his grandmother.

They moved back to a topic of their conversation, which became irrelevant after a short while.

Peter had snaked his hand inside his mother's panties and was cupping her pussy in his hand; his head had tilted into his mother's shoulder as a loving son's.

Helene had reflexively brought her hand on his initially to pull it off, then she had let it stay to warm up even while holding it just so he does not go any further. Eventually, Helene held his hand tightly, keeping it in place, just so he did not decide to move it away. Their hands moved in up and down direction just a fraction, no more than an inch, every few seconds; enough for the friction to rank up the heat inside her quim and in his hand. The movement under the blanket was invisible from the outside.

Ernst had used his position next to his mother, to catch hold of her right breast. A bulky mammary weighed in his hand, and he squeezed it just enough, so as not to make her jerk or his shenanigan to be evident from outside.

None was keen to leave their spots, even while their conversation had long died down. But the actors in the scene maintained the facade of normalcy, and eventually, Heidi gave it up, offering to start dinner.

She stood up slowly so as to allow Ernst to withdraw his hand, without being discovered. Helene followed suit, but with great difficulty, because Peter was reluctant to pull his hand out of her panties.

As Helene stood up, she looked at Ernst as he was signaling something.

Helene looked up to see what he meant, and then realized he was signaling towards the mistletoe, under which both Helene and Heidi stood, ready to turn towards the kitchen.

Helene smiled taking hold of Heidi's shoulders and planted her first kiss of the evening on her. Helene's kiss on Heidi was loving, tender, and without pretenses. They tongued for quite a while.

Peter had a major hard-on already and could not help but give the lead to his father, who stood up and took over from Helene and kissed his mother, even as he kept his hand around Helene's shoulder ensuring she didn't slip away.

Ernst's kiss on his mother's lips was deep, wet, and loving. Then he turned towards Helene and gave her a wet, smooth, and tongue-infused kiss to which the audience clapped. Peter got carried over in the moment and stood up to take over from his dad and gave his mother a kiss that meant business. Helene kept her hands in front of her to push him sufficiently, telling him to slow down.

As Heidi made dinner, Helene tinkered around her in the kitchen, and they discussed general stuff, making no issue of the fun they just had in the drawing-room.

At the dinner table, the congeniality of a family dinner did not even hint at the depravity of the sexual fantasies of the four.

Later that evening, after supper, the pairs transferred to the first floor for a nightcap and comfortably settled on the sofas there.

Peter went into his room first, kissing his grandmother "good night" on the lips; Ernst left for his bedroom sometime later, leaving the crucial decision to the ladies for the next part.

Helene and Heidi kept chatting for a bit longer, and Helene got up and reached out for Heidi's hand. Heidi gave her hand willingly into Helene's and got tugged to Ernst's bedroom without any reluctance.

As they reached the bed, Helene went for Heidi's gown and nightie to find her braless. She bent down and kissed Heidi, into her lips, french kissing her mother-in-law with love and compassion. She nudged Heidi to sit back and kneeled in front of her to take her panties off.

The fact that her daughter-in-law was disrobing her so she could lay in bed for her son and to make love to him all night, sent tingles in Heidi's spine. Not one bone in her told her that anything in what was happening was unnatural. The only thing that went through her mind was exhilaration and excitement.

When Heidi was snuggled into the middle, Helene rose on top of her and lay full length on Heidi. Their breasts mashed, their lips joint and their hands behind each other. Ernst less than a foot away was ready to burst in his pajamas.

Helene eventually gave control of the next part of Heidi's sexual gratification to her husband, who willingly took over. Instead of going straight into fucking his mother, Ernst went down to business in her pussy and started kissing her body on his way down.

Helene spoke softly, "Ernst, I will speak to Sara, say good night to Peter and will come back soon."

Ernst was lost in another world and couldn't give a damn. Heidi's mouth was open and exclaiming. Her lips were apart but no noise came through them. Helene, pulled her hands to Heidi's cheeks and caressed her lovingly, bent on top of her lips, and kissed her once more before getting down from the bed.

Helene had not taken her gown off, and she walked out in the sitting room.

In the sitting room, "Sara, I need it very bad. I am beyond horny at this point." Helene said.

Sara, who had herself had a sex-filled night, replied in a husky voice, "I love you, Helene." Sara was still in bed, it was morning in California, and she told Helene that Adam had fucked her twice last night in the sequence that she wanted Helene to enjoy with Peter. She explained to Sara the array of positions as part of the sequence.

Helene heard Sara with as much attention as she could muster, "thank you, Sara. I Love you."

Helene knocked on Peter's door lightly and walked in without waiting for a response. On the foot of the bed, she shed her gown and then slipped off her nightie, looking towards Peter, who soaked in the naked beauty of his mother.

Peter was naked under his covers and pulled the cover to invite her in. Helene silently moved in, and they locked in a lover's embrace and hugged tight. They kissed like lovers and eased into each other's bodies. Their burning skin signaled their inner heat and their carnal needs.

Before Helene could even ease into her predetermined position or start with the planned sequence, Peter was deep inside her. Even though Helene was on top, neither were bucking to fuck the other. Peter rested inside as if he was home, only their lips and tongues played with each other.

As much as Helene desired to go through the sequence she had discussed with Sara, which required Ernst to be on top, she was powerless to what her body was making her do. She started humping in a slow churn of her hips. Within minutes both of them were humping wildly, and the pent up desires made them both climax.

The day-long foreplay of kissing and groping had made them heady.

Peter shouted his grunt, "UUUUNNGGHH." Loud enough for the confines of the walls.

Helene felt no compulsions to keep it down and announced her climax, "Ppppppeeeeeter...hhhuuuuhhhhh."

Her voice echoed in the hall as if a mother was calling her recalcitrant son to, 'come down and have dinner this instant'.

Trying to recover, Helene fell on Peter, and lay on top of him; his dick still hard inside her. She stayed with her head high on his chest, and Peter rubbed her back calmly. When her breathing settled, Helene smiled at the fountain of youth as his cock pulsed inside her.

Second day in a row, she had fucked him sitting astride his cock. Then they started making out and kissing. Her mouth caught his tongue and let him shove his tongue into her, to compliment the entry down below.

By the time they retreated to breathe in some air for their lungs, their crotches were shoving heavily. The sheer lust and desire of her sexual need made her eyes droopy, and his humping became urgent, even though he was shoving upwards into her.

To increase his access inside her, Peter turned in the bed and let his mother fall on her back, disengaging them. Peter urgently entered her again with little fanfare and started humping her, as she lay under him.

Peter started his patented long thumps and halts in her pussy. If her eyes did not believe that it was her son making love to her, the pussy confirmed the patent thuds were indeed those of her son. Their second fuck lasted just five minutes, but their bodies were sweating as if they had been at it for fifty.

Peter again exclaimed first, 'UUUURNNGH' but his thrusts never stopped. His cock remained inside her, and he continued to shove.

Helene was in another world and sexual delirium. She climaxed her orgasm, pulling him into her mouth. She wanted to be sure that it was her son in her mouth and in her pussy, at the same time.

Her moan and her cry were muffled, but her pleasure was out of the world.

She let go of her muscles as a major climax hit her, and she squirmed and slithered under him. Eventually, her mouth disengaged from his, but she still could not shout out loud.

When she joined her husband and her mother-in-law in bed, she was naked and leaking. She did not have the energy to shower and fell on her back next to Heidi, not camouflaging her coming into bed. She flopped and spooned Heidi, who was snuggling into Ernst.

Heidi was sleepy, but Ernst was still up, trying to figure out what had happened to his life. How did his simple, good life become this sexual harem? He reached past Heidi and cupped Helene's cheek as she fell asleep.

They woke almost in the same position, more entangled than when they had slept.

When Helene got up, she found mother and son nuzzling into each other. Helene kissed Heidi on her cheek, whose face was still inside Ernst's chest. Then she went up towards Ernst and kissed him on the lips.

Helene wished them, "Good morning."

As the mother and son lay in their arms, Helene announced, "I'll fetch breakfast, and I will go wake up Peter."

Before she could get out of the room, trying to gather the gown on her shoulders, she looked back to see that Heidi had climbed on top of Ernst.

He was deep inside his mother, and she slowly started bucking. Helene stopped only for a moment, before going out smiling towards the kitchen to brew fresh coffee and make breakfast.

"Sara, I got carried away, and we did something completely opposite to what you had told me." Helene guiltily reported to Sara, as coffee was brewing.

Sara laughed at the other end, "haha. I am not surprised. Peter must not have been able to keep his hands off of you."

Helene sheepishly said, "it was more me than him, I'm sorry to disappoint you," wanting to sound naughty to Sara.

They exchanged some banter, and Helene laid out a plan in which she intended to discuss straight up with Peter what she wanted to be done over the next ten days. She asked Sara, "what do you say?"

"Sure, whatever works? Besides, you will need him to participate willingly if you have to do all the sequences."

Helene took the breakfast tray to her bedroom and went into the bathroom to freshen up. By the time she came out, Ernst and Heidi were up, sipping coffee.

Helene lay on the bed, arched on her elbow, opposite Ernst and Heidi - near their feet. All of them talked about what they should be doing today.

They laughed around and decided to play hooky throughout the day. Helene told them, "Stay in the room until I come back with Lunch."

Helene left with the tray in her hands and her gown that she had worn after her shower had loosened more than it should have. Her breasts jostling to come out, revealing cleavage. She bent down and kissed Heidi before leaving the room and pushed the door shut with her foot, giving them privacy.

Helene kept the tray on the coffee table outside, in the sitting room, and entered Peter's bedroom. Her entry was unannounced but certainly not unwelcome. Peter was already sitting up, under his covers, waiting for his mother to kiss him 'good morning.'

As soon as he saw her, his face brightened like a light bulb, and his grin widened.

Helene did not shuck her gown and sat opposite him, explaining.

"Peter, I have something I'd like us to do." Helene offered.

Puzzled, Peter asked, "Sure, what is it?"

--

Over the next ten days, Helene made love to Peter in the entire array of positions that Sara had done with Adam in the calendar and also in the sequence which were not apparent in the calendar that Sara explained over the phone. Helene spoke with Sara twice a day for at least half an hour each, to exchange notes. Helene was the newest devotee and proponent of the ancient Indian art of Kama Sutra.

Over the next ten days, Sara made love to Adam in all the Kama Sutra calendar positions and the sequence they entailed. Sara was also overwhelmed with the fact that Helene was doing exactly what she herself was doing with her own son. Each morning Helene would call Sara to tell her about the nights' actions and enthrall Sara with the blow by blow details. Each evening she received Sara's call for the sequence for the night, which Helene executed with enthusiasm.

Over the next ten days, Helene tallied all the positions and sequences that Sara had told her about - Oral, Peter on top, Helene on top, mutual, standing, sitting, and even acrobatic.

Helene had not allowed Heidi to leave, and she found a permanent place between Helene and Ernst. Apart from the regular lovemaking, Ernst had found comfort, love, and closeness he had not felt in decades. His deeper, darker fantasy had been fulfilled. Something he had never told anyone, not even Helene. But Helene knew as a mother would.

Over the next ten days, Peter kissed his mother on the lips in front of Heidi and his father, but never went overboard with his tongue or his hands. Ernst kissed his mother in front of Peter and Helene but rarely used his tongue in her mouth. Helene on the other hand kissed Heidi many times a day, on the lips with tongue. Mistletoe had lost its relevance, and the roof of the house was mistletoe for all of them. They kissed the ladies at will; and the ladies kissed each other at will. Each gesture filled with love.

With Heidi, Helene had found a kind of love and relief. With Heidi around, Helene felt a massive weight off of her shoulders, and she was overjoyed for that. Helene needed to be sure of what she would do in LA when with Sara, and the fact that Heidi was home, was an immense relief to her. Kissing Heidi every few hours was Helene's way of thanking her and expressing gratitude, for something Heidi had not even agreed for yet. Though Helene had little doubt in that.

Over the ten days, all four of them enjoyed the vacation at home and relished the company abundantly. They would spend hours in bed, then eat and play games together. They would dance to music and be touchy, feely to a level that was well beyond natural for mothers and sons.

--

New Year's eve was a highlight for all of them. Helene and Heidi prepared a big meal, and they all drank up and danced until late into the night.

When the clock struck twelve, Peter's tongue was way inside Helene's, and Ernst was inside his mother's. They both exchanged the ladies and kissed and wished them 'Happy New Year'. In the brief gap provided by the guys, Helene kissed Heidi with lots of tongue and wished her 'Happy New Year.' Eventually, Peter and Ernst reclaimed their mothers and took back possession of their lips and mouths, as if confirming new year resolutions into their mouths.

Ernst took his mother upstairs, all charged up and ready to give his mother the first fuck of the year. Helene and Peter stayed back down. Helene told Ernst she wanted to call Sara and would join them soon.

Helene called Sara and wished her, "Happy New Year, my love," with Peter resting his head on her lap. As she spoke with Sara, her hand tousled into Peter's hair.

Sara wished her back, "Happy New Year, darling. I miss you very much."

Helene replied, "me too."

Sara promised, "I promise you, I am never going to have a new year's eve without you, ever. I will not leave your side until the day I die."

Helene was talking to Sara, and Peter moved on the carpet and started licking her legs. He moved towards Helene's thighs, and it made her quiver.

Peter's hot and sloppy kisses left a trail of saliva on her legs.

By the time Helene was going to respond to Sara, Helene had forgotten what she wanted to say.

Her whimpering told Sara everything, "Are you with peter?"

Helene could only nod, "mm...hhh."

Sara laughed and wished her good luck with the night's sequence and let the lovers be.

Helene let Peter lick her and then lifted her hips to let her panties come off. Peter's head went inside under her dress and found home in her pussy lips. He licked her to a frenzy.

She stood up briefly to take her dress off as well, then came down her bra, after which she sat back completely naked in the family drawing room of their home. Her actions made Peter conscious of what was expected, and he started taking off his clothes in a hurry.

Peter assumed he had induced his mother to go on impulse to make love in the drawing-room.

Helene stood up and pushed him back to the sofa, and as he sat back slumped, she rode his lap with her knees resting on the sofa on the outside of his legs. Helene's feet hung down from below the ankles. Her pussy was lined on top of his crotch, and her pelvis moved in the direction of his dick.

She reached down to hold him straight up and descended on his cock as it impaled her inch by agonizing inch. She was swooning by the time she reached down to the base of his cock. His cock filled her thoroughly.

Peter brought his hands behind her and pulled himself forward at the same time. She brought her hands behind his head, and her elbows rested on his shoulders. She pulled him with equal force to have his face buried in between her breasts.

She was emulating the Hot Seat position from Sara's Kama Sutra calendar. Without even the fucking motion, the position became one of her favorites. It provided her the pleasure of a cock deep inside her, a loving bear hug with her son, and control of the lovemaking.

She could have sat like that for hours if nature would provide her such an opportunity, but his cock started pulsing, and her pussy started convulsing. Automatically, she started bucking and fucking her son, her first fuck in the new year.

Peter's movements were limited, and it was all Helene. His hands on her back roamed with freedom and helped her to keep going.

Before long she was cumming on his dick, "AAAANGH."

Peter held on with great resolve. As his mother fell forward deeper into his arms, he lifted her. He wanted to keep going, but his mother slumped on him wouldn't have let him. His hands went under her butt to lift his lightweight mother and scooped her while he still was inside her. He had started on a plan but got confused midway. He would have just turned and laid her on the sofa and rode her. But the urge to do something new with her, this new year, took over.

He moved towards the wall and bumped her into the wall. He plastered her back to the wall and started to hump her, using the wall as a support. Her hands flew further behind his shoulders, and she hefted herself on his shoulders so he could find space to go in and out. It was their first standing fuck, and it was fashioned after the calendar's Wall Hanging position. It was another matter that it was a day or so ahead of schedule.

Peter felt energized and pushed her into the wall with each shove. His climax came with a strong grunt, "UUUUUNNNGGHGH," and he kept pushing. His enthusiasm gave him strength; he was not done. His youth and his upper body strength came in handy.

Her climax was just on the edge but he did not have it in him to go once more in the same position. He carried her, keeping his hands hooked under her butt and moved a few feet sideways towards the kitchen island.

His quick thinking had retained his erection inside his mother and her butt perched on the edge of the kitchen island. He slowed down a little but kept slowly shoving to ensure she did not back down from the edge she had reached before her orgasm.

Helene's hands behind his shoulders hooked his head, and they kissed passionately. Peter's hands, having helped his mother down on the shelf, were free to manipulate her body. He went for her nipples and tweaked them slowly. On impulse, she pressed forward forcing a hug.

Peter's hands flew back behind her and pulled her into him. His hips started bucking as they made love in the Iron Chef position from the Calendar. She pulled him closer to give him deeper access inside her pussy, one of his went down pulling her bum, as he picked momentum and started fucking her third time that night.

Helene came with much fanfare and exulted her orgasm that echoed all through the ground floor. Her voice reverberated across the hall and the kitchen.

"UUUUUUUGHHHHHHHNNNGHHH," Helene exclaimed.

Peter came inside her delighted that he had got her to orgasm, "AAARGH."

They held hands while going back up and went into their respective rooms.

Helene found Ernst was deep inside Heidi when she joined them on the bed. Their bucking was luxurious and slow. Unlike the animal instincts in Peter and Helene's lovemaking, Ernst and Heidi were making real love. They found a pace that enabled a slow, loving, long fuck. They seemed to be in no rush. This was how Helene and Sara made love. She related to it, at a deeper level.

When Helene joined them on the bed, Ernst was shoving in and out of Heidi, missionary style. Helene pulled on his shoulder to let her in. She fell in between Heidi's legs. She had this compulsive urge to suck pussy.

Ernst made space for Helene, with no apparent reluctance. Helene went inside Heidi's pussy and licked her clean. By the taste of it, she found a strong smell of mixed cum of her husband and her mother-in-law. Helene lapped up and cleaned the inside and out. She attacked Heidi's clitoris and got her to orgasm as she had by now learned well.

Before Heidi could settle down, Helene left the coveted place and signaled Ernst to go ahead. By then, Ernst was too much charged to keep it slow any longer. He gave a rigorous bucking to his mother and had her cumming once again just as he started spurting inside her.

Heidi did not know what was going on in her life. She had missed this in her sixty years on earth and thanked God for giving Helene as her daughter-in-law, who had made all this happen.

A couple of days later, having made love in many exhilarating positions and sequences, Helene knew it was time for anal. She had been postponing it and did not really feel excited about doing it.

She spoke with Sara about it, "Sara, I am not comfortable doing the anal position with Peter. I know it is one of the exciting positions in your calendar, but sorry, I do not have the courage to ask Peter for something like that."

Sara, spoke softly, "Helene you must not do anything you are not comfortable with completely," adding "you hardly even needed to do what you have already done, up until today."

If Helene wanted encouragement to nudge her to do Anal with Peter, she found none from Sara. Helene kept going ahead with the rest of the set of positions that they discussed daily.

On Peter's penultimate day home, January the fourth, late in the afternoon Peter had gone out to say goodbye to his friends. Under the guise of an emergency, Peter had given the car to his friend Mack for a day, Peter had to retrieve his car back.

Helene and Heidi relaxed on the first-floor sitting room with Ernst opposite them.

After they had finished their drinks in hand, Heidi stood up to pour all of them the second glass of wine. Helene had this urge to do something she had been wanting to, and this seemed like as good a time as ever. She went to Ernst's sofa and offered him a hand to stand. Before Ernst could even get up, Helene had already unhooked her dress with just a couple of flicks, and it fell down around her ankles. Heidi poured the drinks and kept Helene's glass on the table. Helene was in the middle of undressing Ernst. Heidi was dumbstruck but didn't know what to do next. She had no option but to stay out of the way and found herself sitting on the opposite sofa, and watching this surreal event unfold in front of her.

Helene on her knees pulled his trousers and shorts off and found a semi-hard dick in front. Without even letting him step out of the trousers bunched at his ankles, she pulled his cock in her mouth. Ernst was looking into his mother's eyes as his cock was jacked by Helene in her mouth. It did not take long for him to get a full-sized boner.

Helene nudged him to lay back on the sofa. He stepped out of the trousers and lay straight on his back, and waited for the next part of Helene's plan.

As if this was a natural day-to-day thing to do, Helene picked up the glass of wine from the coffee table where Heidi had kept it. She stepped back and planted herself on his upright dick, directing it with her left hand, so she could impale herself on it.

Once he was deep inside her - her butt firmly on his pelvis - Helene crossed her right leg on her left, squeezing his cock inside her and looked towards Heidi on the opposite sofa. Helene lifted her glass to take a sip of wine Heidi had poured for her. As she straightened her back, to make him go further in, her pussy kept a tight grip of his cock. Helene looked across the sitting room towards Heidi and smiled.

Helene had been wanting to sit like a Queen from Sara's calendar cover, and this seemed like the best time to do it. Right at that moment, she swore she was going to do it with Peter before he went back.

Ernst lay straight not believing what was happening to him, She sat on his cock and was using her pussy to do tricks on him, but there was no bucking or shoving. Surely she would have spilled her drink if there were any.

Heidi was in awe of what she was witnessing, and Helene could feel it in her eyes.

Ever a loving human being, Helene took herself off from her throne, and Ernst almost cried out loud. Helene went ahead towards Heidi, on the way keeping her glass on the table. She took the glass from Heidi's hand and set it on the table. Heidi had not taken a single sip from her second glass because she was spellbound by Helene's act ever since.

Helene pulled up Heidi with a light tug and undressed her mother-in-law slowly. Once Heidi was naked as her, Helene needed very little effort to pull Heidi towards Ernst. It was also clear what was offered. Helene brought Heidi in position, in front of Ernst's hips, and turned her around. Helene bent behind Heidi to hold Ernst straight up and with her other hand pushed Heidi lightly. Her aim was perfect, and Ernst sank in like a hot knife in soft butter.

Helene went towards the table, picked up Heidi's glass, and handed it to her. Then Helene walked past the table, picking her own glass and sat opposite the new queen on the throne. Heidi acknowledging her newfound position crossed her leg and regaled Helene with the same view that she had seen moments earlier.

Helene had bequeathed her throne to Heidi. Her responsibility was now complete.

There was not a spot of jealousy in Helene, if anything she felt love towards Heidi and Ernst. She felt warmth towards both of them. She felt mature, and in her heart gave them her blessings.

Ernst lay on his back, unclear what was expected of him, as his mother sat on his dick, her legs crossed. When she felt Ernst pulse his cock inside her, unable to control herself Heidi started grinding on him. With one of her hands holding the glass, she brought her other hand on his chest, to find balance. Ernst came inside her, long before she felt her own release.

Even as Ernst was turning flaccid under her, Heidi bucked and rocked. Helene kept her almost empty glass down on the table and went ahead towards the couple.

She bent on her knees and her face buried in Helene's breasts, as Helene sucked Heidi's breasts to stoke her pleasure further. Heidi pulled Helene's head in her bosom and started releasing her juices in no time.

Her exclaims were soft and squeaky, "aaagh. Aaagh. Aaghh."

When she was done, glass still in her hand, Heidi stood up and hooked her arms around Helene.

They kissed like they meant it, and Heidi mouthed a "thank you" to Helene, which was meant to be between the ladies.

When Peter came back later in the evening, Ernst and Heidi had already gone to the bedroom and Helene was on the phone with Sara, sitting naked on the sofa.

As Peter came to hug her, she kept speaking to Sara.

In her naughty streak, she said, "and then when I was on the phone, Peter came back."

Sara on the other end of the phone was puzzled.

Peter could not understand what she was talking about, and of which instance?

"As I sat on the sofa, naked as the day I was born, he looked at me lustily and hoped to do things no son should be doing to their mothers." She carried on.

Peter watched dumbstruck, even while he kissed her neck.

"I was still on the phone when he bent and kissed his way down from my shoulder and reached my breast and took it in his lips. One of his hands roamed on my back, and the other held my right breast, squeezing it playfully." Helene continued to speak and arched her body towards Peter.

Peter moved forward and understood that her conversation on the phone was actually a command for him.

He started licking her shoulders and quickly moved down to her breast to follow through on the instructions that he believed were directed towards him.

As he sucked her breast, she moaned into the phone and her hand behind his head assuring him that he was absolutely right in catching her drift.

"After he had sucked me for a few minutes, he licked and kissed his way down towards my pussy." Helene said, and Peter followed suit.

Helene carried on, "On reaching my pussy mound he strayed on my hips and went behind me to lick my bum."

Peter was delirious and followed her instructions to the letter. While his lips were inside her ass-crack, she moaned out loud.

"He reached my pussy from behind me, and forced his lips inside my thighs to find my pussy lips," she said hoarsely.

There was an intentional long pause in her conversation, and she kept moaning, as his lips kept the assault going inside her pussy lips.

"I had my first orgasm on his tongue, and he licked me clean." Peter knew what this meant. He was supposed to make her cum and fast before she moved on to the next set of instructions. He lapped hungrily.

Helene kept moaning in the phone, "mmmmmmm," adding "I can't tell you how lovely it felt."

By the time Peter had her cumming she had gone louder in her moans, and her voice was heavy, "MMMMM MMMMM."

When Peter was able to reach her clitoris from his awkward angle behind her, she was flowing like a tap and shouted her orgasm, never leaving the phone, "MMMM...UUUUUAAAAGHHH." Her voice was hoarse but not very loud.

Peter already had his next instruction - to lick her clean - and he eagerly did his job while keeping an ear out, waiting for her next directions.

"After he had cleaned me up properly, he shed his clothes," Helene said, recovering.

Peter rushed and got out of his clothes.

"He went back and lay on the sofa on his back, and I followed him," she told Sara.

Sara was out of her mind, with what Helene had ended up doing in this new self-styled phone sex live audio streaming.

Peter took the sofa nearest to his room and lay on his back.

Helene had no further instructions for him. The next part was hers.

She wanted Sara to hear it. "I stepped near him, turned once I was near his hips. I held his dick straight up with one hand and sat back on it." Helene told Sara, as she did everything exactly what she said.

Helene moaned, "MMMMMMM."

She added, "then I moaned my way down his dick. MMMMMMM." She explained her moaning as well.

"Once I reached the base of his dick, I crossed one leg on the other to sit on his dick like a Queen," Helene spoke and immediately straightened her back and pulled her right leg on her left knee to sit cross leg.

Sara, on the other end of the phone, had never heard anything more sexier. She was as horny as she could ever be.

Helene's free hand came down on his chest, as her other hand held the phone on the ear. Peter had lost all rationale as to what was going on. He was going to shoot cum deep in his mother. Her crossed legs had made her pussy squeeze his cock, and Peter was going crazy. He tried to buck, but her hand lightly pressed his chest down, as if instructing him to wait for the next instruction.

She was the Queen on her new throne, and she found her position exhilarating. She explained to Sara, "Sara, I can not tell you how much I love the new throne I have acquired. The poke of this throne is deeper and more meaningful than I can tell you on the phone."

Whatever she heard was inaudible to Peter, and he loved the fact the voice on the other side must have asked his mother to go ahead, because after that Helene said, "then I ground on his dick until he came inside me."

Immediately after saying it, before completing the line, she was already grinding and bucking. Peter was way too excited to wait for his mother to cum, and shot his load deep inside her quim, with an "AAAgh. AAAgh."

Before he was through, his dick still inside her, she turned on the sofa and brought her leg on the opposite side and rode him cowgirl style. She was twerking on his cock, and before long, she came heavily on his cock.

'UUUNN..GHH..PPPEEEETTT," her unintelligible moans said more than what she actually meant. She was very excited and happy.

When she fell on his chest, she picked the phone back in her hand from the sofa and put it on her ear and told Sara, "then I came on his dick, Rodeo-style, one more time."

She looked at Peter and said, "I love you." Her phone still on her ear, Peter could not make out if the 'I love you' was for him, or her friend on the phone. He silently mouthed his, "I love you," out of his true feelings for his mother.

On the night of Christmas, when they were all dancing, playing, and kissing under the mistletoe, Helene serendipitously found the answer that had been bugging her.

She would have to leave Ernst in his mother's arms.

Peter went to Berlin on the fifth of January in the afternoon. By then, he had made love to his mother to his heart's content, in every possible position that he knew of and many he had learnt from his mother.

When Peter left for Berlin, he remained unaware of his mother's plan to go to LA; he kissed her near the main door. Their passionate goodbye was not frowned upon by the audience. Peter hugged his father once and then kissed his grandma on her lips before stepping out for his waiting taxi.

Helene was packed and ready later that evening for her flight to Los Angeles. Helene kissed Heidi goodbye in the kitchen and brought her heart in every kiss she exchanged with Heidi. She meant every word she said, "I am sorry for leaving abruptly. But I really really have to do this. I am relieved that I am leaving Ernst with you, and I am extremely happy that you have found love with him. You must not leave him alone, not until I return, not even after I return."

They both had tears in their eyes. Heidi did not know how soon Helene would return, but she was in doubt it would be anytime in the near future.

Heidi thanked her and reassured her that she would stay until Helene returns back.

Ernst did not doubt that Helene was not coming back soon. When he dropped her to the airport, they kissed the longest they had in many days, and he told her, "you must come back soon. With Sara or without. You know I love you."

She nodded back at Ernst and kissed him, smiled, and said, "goodbye."

468 Gloryhole Mother

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Jennifer was a woman with a dark fantasy. As a 44 year old accountant who worked in an office building, she dreamed of sucking cock at a nearby gloryhole she discovered online.

Nothing sleazy. Nothing gross.

From what she read, most of the patrons were businessmen who needed a little 'relief' during their lunch break. And most of the 'performers' were strippers who wanted extra cash, or women who just loved sucking cock and didn't want to be judged for it.

Some of her nights were spent rubbing herself while reading the salacious details that visitors and performers had posted. She'd rub and rub while reading every word. Then she'd close her eyes and imagine herself on her knees, in a small room, with a hard dick in her mouth.

Often times she'd imagine peeking through the hole and seeing the man unzip himself, wearing nice clean office pants and a classy belt buckle. Office guys were usually her type. The size of the cock didn't matter, just as long as they were throbbing in her mouth.

Another thing that got her off was thinking about sucking on someone she knew in that gloryhole. But of course, the other person wouldn't know it was her. She'd think of sucking off her neighbor or a guy friend. Maybe a co-worker or boss. Then later, through the course of her ordinary day, she'd see him again and smile.

Her darkest fantasy came from a wet dream. Her son - yes - her son was someone only to be used in emergencies when she was desperate for a big orgasm. Stress from work can do that to a woman.

The first time it happened was after her son landed a job at a downtown firm, near where she worked. Near the gloryhole place. She shared in her son's joy, excited that her son was so thrilled at the new job. She shared his glory, as any mother would.

That night, she dreamt of her son with those new pants down. She dreamt of her son putting his hard penis through that round hole. And those lips on the other side? Hers. Ready, eager, and tightly wrapped.

She had woken up with wet panties. After laying in bed for a few minutes feeling the shame of being a mother who had an orgasm dreaming of her son's dick, she slipped her hand under her panties and made herself cum again. It was all her secret anyway.

In her rationalization, she had earned the right to have such a dark fantasy. She raised him alone for many, many years. She taught him the right path in life. She guided him through college and towards a career. And she had made dozens of phone calls and sent countless emails to everyone she knew in the city, swallowing her pride to get her son a great job.

Yes, she earned this fantasy.

They usually had breakfast around the same time before getting ready for their jobs. While she sat down to eat, she heard her son on the phone, seemingly talking to a boss or some colleagues. She could tell because her son never spoke this formally at home or with friends.

"The Paterson-Royal Downtown restaurant again?" he confirmed to the person on the phone, with excitement in his voice. "Sure, that sounds great. Yes... Thank you... See you then.

Jennifer's ears were piqued and she nearly dropped her cup of coffee on the floor. It was like a strike of lightning, sending a supercharged feeling straight between her legs, turning her wet instantly.

That fancy restaurant was the gloryhole place she had read and fantasized about online, and judging by the look on her son's face, he knew it too.

The phone conversation ended and she watched her son come over to the breakfast table to eat. He was in a delighted mood all of a sudden.

"You're all smiles this morning," she said coyly.

He nodded. "It's a work thing."

"You're going to Paterson's for lunch?" she asked, pretending not to know much about it. "I've ready about that place on Yelp. They have good reviews."

"Oh yeah. Their steaks are great. And their customer service is outstanding. It's a real 5 star place."

Jennifer focused on her son's description. Outstanding customer service. That seemed like an appropriate description for getting blowjobs during their hours of operation.

"Maybe you can take me there someday," she said, testing her son's reaction. "You can buy me an expensive meal as gratitude for getting you that job."

As expected, her son seemed startled for a moment.

"That could be fun," he said after a gulp. "Maybe sometime at night, on the weekends or something."

Was her son purposely avoiding going there with her during weekday hours? Was he afraid of being recognized by certain patrons or employees?

This practically confirmed Jennifer's suspects that her precious, hard working son was getting his dick sucked at the backroom gloryhole. How exactly is a mother supposed to feel about that? This situation was never taught anywhere.

"Mom? Are you okay?" he asked, staring closely at her.

Jennifer snapped out of her daze. "Yeah, it's just, I have a busy day. I have a lot on my mind."

"Oh yeah, me too. Working in an office is a lot harder than I expected. Tons of things going on."

"Welcome to adulthood," she smiled, sipping her hot coffee with her son's penis in mind.

For the next few hours, Jennifer's mind went back and forth between her job and her personal life.

She sat behind her desk, sifting through papers and documents on the screen. She did her duties as she always did- professionally and thoroughly.

In between, she'd think about her son standing in a gloryhole. She imagined his rock hard dick as he inserted himself through the hole. She wondered what the woman on her knees would look like. She imagined her son's facial expressions while being sucked.

Oddly, as a mother, she wondered if her son would be a gentleman and thank the woman for the amazing blowjob. The thought of that made her giggle.

She even imagined herself on her knees, sucking off her own son. Her thoughts were drifting into dangerous territory, because if she wanted, she could walk down to that restaurant, talk to the manager, and get behind one of those booths to 'perform' on her son. Her pussy was now drenched.

A mantra eventually formed in her mind: "I deserve this... I deserve this... I deserve this..."

Yes, as a single mother who worked tirelessly to pay the bills and cater to her son's needs, she did deserve this. She worked so hard that she deserved these great feelings of intense pleasure, no matter how taboo or socially unconscionable.

It was no one else's business anyway.

That lead into her next mantra: "No one will ever know... No one will ever know... No one will ever know..."

How could anyone find out? The gloryhole system was designed to be anonymous. If she was smart and did everything right, she could get away with this.

By lunch time, she made a last minute cancellation of plans with a few of her colleagues. They were all planning to go have Indian food together. Jennifer found herself with an appetite for something else instead. Something more salacious for her current taste.

It was a 15 minute walk through downtown. Her feet and heels were tired from the brisk walking, but she focused on her plans.

This was her first visit and it was awkward arriving there. She couldn't be seen by her son and she only had a vague idea of what to do. When she went to the backroom area of the fancy restaurant, she summoned a waiter.

"Hello, can you help me with something?" she asked. "This is a little embarrassing, but I'd like to use the bathroom."

"Down the hall to your left, ma'am," the waiter replied.

She shook her head. "No, no. I mean, I'd like to freshen up before having my meal. I have a particular appetite for something. Is this making sense?"

The waiter suddenly understood and Jennifer blushed so very hard.

"Anything in mind?" the waiter asked. "Lunch service will start soon and we are expecting guests there."

"Yes, I want someone in particular from that group."

The waiter nodded. "Give me his description. When he arrives, I will make the necessary accommodations for you."

"Thank you so much," she said, her face nearly red.

"My pleasure, ma'am."

Jennifer was escorted passed the bathroom area, behind a secret door where another man seemed to be in charge. There were beautiful red curtains on the wall. There was only one light. The space was narrow and it was very clean.

There were two other women there who seemed to know each other and were talking about a recent episode of a reality show. They were dressed nicely in short dresses and were in their late 20's.

On the other hand, Jennifer was in her 40's and she was dressed for the office. It felt embarrassing and she held her head down, hoping the other women wouldn't say a word to her. Neither of them did.

She checked her watch constantly as the minutes passed. Several times she considered just walking away, which is what any responsible and sane-minded mother would do. It was only logical. A woman like Jennifer - with her career and social standing - should never be in line for anything like this.

But then again, why should her son be allowed to have all the fun? She reminded herself of her mantras. That she earned the right to have a little pleasure and that no one would ever know. She'd get to experience something so intensely taboo and her son would walk out of here a happy young man. Everyone wins.

Despite all her rationals, she still waffled and wavered. She heard some talking in the background and things were happening. It was lunch hour and office employees were swinging by for high-quality meals and perhaps a nice blowjob in between.

As if on autopilot, Jennifer's feet started moving towards the exit. No matter how drenched her panties were, a big part of her wanted to be a responsible mother and leave before she did something she regretted. Fantasy was one thing, but reality was something else.

"Ma'am, your booth is ready," a man said, stopping her.

Jennifer turned around to look at him. The sharply dressed man, with his emotionless face, gestured to an open booth.

Much like the waiting area, the booth appeared to be clean as she peeked inside. There was a red pillow on the floor. Red curtains decorated the walls. The lights were dimmed and there was a small hole for a cock to enter.

The other two women went to their respective booths and closed the doors.

"Thank you," Jennifer said to the man, after a deep gulp.

Her feet moved towards the booth. The man helped her inside. Everything was surreal. This was new territory for her completely. All her life, she had never even stepped foot in a nightclub or anyplace where sex was the sole thing on peoples minds.

Now she was in a booth designed only to give sexual gratification. The man gently closed the door behind her. There was no lock on the door and she could leave at any time.

Jennifer got on her knees. The pillow on her knees was extremely comfortable. She heard talking. A group of men joking amongst themselves.

This was it. When she heard the voices near, her blood rushed. When she heard her son's voice talking to someone, her clitoris turned hard. So did her nipples.

Her son entered the booth on the other side and closed the door. Jennifer was afraid to look because she was fearful her son might look as well. Then they'd accidentally recognize each other.

The sound of a belt unbuckling and a zipper coming down made her mouth water. This was something out of a dream.

Slowly, her son's penis made its way through the hole. There was enough light that she could see it clearly. The cock was mostly erect. She noticed every line, vein, and color on her son's hard penis. Her son was definitely a man now. This was a grown man's penis. For a moment, she was transfixed by it. Almost proud of it. Her mouth watered even more as she stared closely. The image of her son's penis was now seared into her memory forever.

"Are you there?" he asked, in a shy and soft voice.

In a split second, Jennifer no longer viewed this as a 'man's cock.' The soft and tender voice made her remember that this was her sweet son, innocent and perfect in every way. But in this booth, she had a job to do.

She opened her mouth and took the tip inside. She sucked on it with her eyes open. Oh yes, she was going to savor this. Before bobbing, she just suckled and gently nibbled on it. She stroked the head of the cock with her tongue. Not just to pleasure her son, but to taste it. Her son tasted pleasant.

Breaking the tight suck, she pinched the tip of her son's dick to hold it straight, then she stroked her tongue across it. It was delicious and she felt it harden even more. When she heard her son moaning already, she knew she was doing something right.

When the cock throbbed as hard as it could go, Jennifer let go of it completely and marveled at her handiwork. She looked at her son's amazing erection. It was so hard it was nearly twitching. It was shiny from her saliva, her licking and sucking. It looked desperate for a hard suck.

Being an attentive and loving mom, Jennifer felt it was only right to now provide that relief her son to the best of her abilities. The worst thing she could do at this point was to leave her son high and dry.

She opened wide and took in as much as she could, nearly to the back of her throat. When she closed her lips and gave a hard suck, she felt the dick twitching and throbbing in her mouth, and she heard her son moaning.

"God, you're better than the last woman," he said.

In her heart, she beamed with pride as she sucked. How she wanted to kiss her son on the mouth and cuddle with him, but his cock was the next best thing. She kept on sucking with all her might, giving amazing pleasure in the process.

Her son's words rang in her head. 'You're better than the last woman.' It filled her with a strange sense of maternal pride, feeling her son ache and throb between her lips and on her tongue. Yes, she was a better cocksucker than an actual professional who comes here. Was it her desire to please her son that made her so good?

She let the cock slowly slide out of her mouth. "You deserve it."

Her voice came in a low whisper as she stroked, then she went back to sucking. This memory was now forever seared in her mind. It was time to finish this and move on. She couldn't keep her son here all day and she had to go back to work as well.

As she sucked and stroked, she felt her son's body tense. He almost pulled back a little, before she tugged at the cock to bring him back and kept on sucking.

"Mom?" he whispered with a shivering voice. "Is that you?"

Under normal circumstance, she would have died from shame. She was caught. They both knew it. Her voice was distinctive, especially to her son. Her lust had gotten the better of her when she made the mistake of speaking, even in a whisper.

But this wasn't a normal circumstance by any means. In her current state, she just kept on sucking and sucking. She let her cheeks cave in around her son's dick from the powerful suction and she bobbed back and forth. The cock touched the top of her throat with each bob.

She did owe her son an answer. She was certain her son was wondering what the hell was happening.

The cock slowly slipped out of her mouth and she stroked. "Do you recognize my lips? These lips have kissed you goodnight your entire life. Do you recognize them? I bet you never imagined they'd be around your hard dick."

Jennifer smiled to herself knowing how badly she had just teased her son and she deviantly went back to sucking. She went harder and faster this time. The cock swelled and jerked. Yes, there was no doubt about it. However her son felt emotionally about this, his cock needed this.

"Oh god, mom," he whispered. His voice cracked, as if he was on the verge of tears.

She let the cock slide out of her mouth again. "Enjoy your blowjob, Matthew. In this booth, I'm your Gloryhole Mother. Do you like that? A dick sucking from your own mother. Do you like that? Do you like getting a blowjob from me? Cum in my mouth and show me. Prove it to me."

This was the endgame. Jennifer fully understood if her son shriveled and shrank because of how depraved this was. In which case, she'd have to go home later and beg her son for forgiveness. She'd be in tears the entire time, too. When she heard her son making whimpering noises as she sucked, she prepared herself for the possibility of the ultimate shame.

Instead, she felt her son's cock throb and swell to impossible standards. It was ready to burst with cum. She treated it carefully. Yes, her son wanted this badly. She kept on sucking and stroking, until she finally felt her son's body tense.

Before eating her son's climax, she deepthroated him to show how much she loved him. It was something she did on rare occasions with lovers. She relaxed her throat and let the cock slide in, stretching her opening. She was on the brink of tears streaming down her face. She made gurgling noises. Her lips even touched the wall as she took it all inside her mouth. That seemed to do the trick.

"Mom, I'm going to cum," he whispered in a low voice.

Jennifer pulled her head back, on the verge of gagging. Saliva hung down her lips and she slurped it.

"Back of my throat. My outfit is expensive."

A few gentle strokes of the sloppy wet shaft was all it took. With her lips wrapped tightly once again, the hard cock sprayed her throat, mouth, and tongue with thick globs of cum. Each spurt shot hard and fast. It was hot, salty, and creamy. Did he normally cum this much? Or was this because of her?

She kept swallowing to keep up. The last thing she wanted was to gag, which would ruin her makeup, or anything to drip, which would stain her clothes. So she swallowed, slurped, and sucked. After several more hard spurts, she felt the cock immediately deflate and she used her tongue to swipe the tip of the penis several times to devour everything.

"Enjoy your lunch," she said, giving a last kiss on his head, moving her mouth away and wiping around the sides of her lips with her fingers.

He pulled back and whispered, "Thanks mom. I love you."

"I love you too."

Realizing the gravity of what she had done, she got up and left the booth, walking briskly passed all the customers at the lunchtime hour. Her hands and lips were still wet with cum and saliva, but she blended in with all the other working professionals on the busy downtown street. But unlike the other women, she was uniquely a Gloryhole Mother.

469 Gloryhole Sister

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In the fast paced world of investment banking, it was only natural that hard working analysts, associates, and managers would need an outlet to relax. It was somewhat of an open secret for those 'in-the-know' that such an outlet existed.

Emily knew about the office Gloryhole, but she never participated. It didn't excite her, but it didn't repulse her either. As a woman with a tremendous amount of responsibilities, she understood how hard everyone in the company worked and the need for stress release.

Everything reached its boiling point during the year-end office holiday party which took place at night. The mood was celebratory and energetic. Bonuses were being handed out and drinks were going around too.

For those 'in-the-know,' there were other benefits as well. Word had spread that the infamous gloryhole would be open at exactly 9 pm. There were mischievous smiles on people's faces.

The gloryhole gave people a chance to have a naughty and anonymous sexual encounter that was guilt-free. She'd sometimes overhear men wishing (or praying) that they'd get a blowjob from a particular lady. For women, it was relishing in the idea of doing something so dirty at work without being judged for it.

After mingling around for a solid hour, Emily ran into the hard-nosed new Director of the company.

"They're at it again with that freaking gloryhole," Ms. Gonzales said with obvious disdain. "Do you know about this?"

Emily gulped. "I've heard about it vaguely. I've never, ever participated though. I think it's gross."

"Gross? It's vile. Absolutely vile. Something like that has no place in this prestigious institution."

"At least it's the holidays, right?"

"Is that an excuse?" Ms. Gonzales asked with a cold fury and a deadly gaze to match.

"No, not at all." Emily shook her head sheepishly.

The boss showed an evil gaze and wry smile. "I think I'll have a peek later. I'd like to see who shows up. That should be interesting."

Emily wondered if the boss was going to reprimand someone over this, which was certainly doable given the strict employment contracts. And as an employee here for the past several years, Emily was deeply fond of all her colleagues. The last thing she wanted was to see any of them get into trouble over a worthless sex act.

"That'll be funny," Emily said, laughing it off, but secretly prying into her boss's endeavors.

Ms. Gonzales sneered. "I'll probably make a note of it. But if I catch any entry level analysts there, I'll probably fire them. This is a prestigious institution, not a place for horny young men to get blowjobs."

The boss stepped away and Emily found herself in a moral bind. She didn't want to see anyone get reprimanded. She didn't want to see anyone getting fired.

More importantly, she had pulled some strings to get her younger brother a job here as a newly hired analyst. Nick was a good person and quickly made friends with some of the guys. Guys that frequented the infamous gloryhole every year.

Would they drag her younger brother into this?

It seemed plausible. Nick was a young man who worked hard. Of course he would succumb to temptation.

Or maybe Emily was just being an overly cautious older sister? She wondered. In the end, she couldn't risk her brother getting fired. What would they tell their parents? It would also look horrible on Nick's employment record.

Swiftly, she decided on a plan. She'd bluntly warn her brother. If the boss was serious about the reprimands, then she'd have to warn the others too.

It was all in the name of being a good sister and loyal colleague.

She made her way to the other side of the floor, stopping to mingle whenever necessary. While smiling and engaging in small talk with her cohorts, all she could think about was how her brother's dick could lead to a huge fiasco.

Finally, Emily eyed her brother from across the room, socializing with a group of men. They shared laughs and had drinks. She was almost certain that her brother had been coaxed into giving the gloryhole a try.

Last year, she had heard of three new male analysts who had joined the gloryhole club after persuasion from the experienced men. Emily shook her head, wondering why on earth men would do this to each other.

She surveyed the area and saw Ms. Gonzales down the hall speaking with the VP. The stars were aligning for a chaotic storm and she was flabbergasted at how an innocent party turned into a secret mission. But that's the price of being an older sister, she thought.

She went over to warn her brother, and after a few steps, her friend intercepted her, making a quick conversation about random topics. Emily could hear the slight tension in her tipsy friend's voice, along with a subtle gleam in her friend's eyes.

"So, you're walking down here," the friend said softly and suggestively. "You really had a sway in each step."

Emily giggled. "No, no. You've got it all wrong. There's no way in hell I'm doing what you're suggesting. No way. Period."

"Oh! Sorry about that. I guess I figured, nevermind..."

Emily raised an eyebrow. "Were you?"

"Me? Not a chance," the friend blushed. "Well, I was in the area by coincidence and I wanted to see who'd be here."

They both knew it was doublespeak, that the friend was most likely a cocksucker that made the annual journey to the women's side of the gloryhole.

Emily was about to calm her friend, dismissing any awkwardness, until she saw a small group of men guiding Nick towards the male side of the gloryhole.

"Hold that thought," Emily said to her friend. "I'll be right back."

She rushed to intercept her brother, only it was too late. Her brother had already gone inside the office, expecting to get a hot blowjob from a woman (who she just realized was supposed to be her friend!)

Briefly, she considered pulling Nick out of the men's side of the gloryhole, but she didn't want to belittle her brother in front of the guys.

It was time for Plan B. Keeping her head down, she casually walked into the adjacent office towards the female end of the gloryhole as if she needed something that was work related (as opposed to wanting to suck cock). If she quickly made it out, no one would suspect anything.

She closed the door inside the office so she could talk privately with her brother. It was her first time seeing the actual hole in the wall, which was usually covered and camouflaged all year round. Now it was totally open.

She was about to warn her brother, but her brother spoke first.

"Hello," he said softly through the hole. "I'm new at this."

Emily was taken aback by her brother's innocent voice and lust. There was no doubt that Nick, despite his apprehension and nervousness, really wanted his dick sucked. What guy doesn't? She almost felt bad for him.

There were also new challenges. Would her brother think she came here during every holiday party? Would her brother think she was a secret cocksucker?

A simple strategy was formed. She'd kick her brother out. Then later, she'd explain that she's never, ever sucked a cock here-- ever. And she would make sure that her brother believed that, because it was the truth. There was no way she'd leave a stain on her impeccable reputation in the workplace.

Before she could do the right thing, the unthinkable happened.

The tip of a penis slid through the hole. It slowly made its way further and Emily saw that the penis was mostly erect.

It was her brother's cock!

Now it was too late to give a warning. She knew that her relationship with Nick would be forever strained if they both knew that she saw his hard dick. She wanted to look away. But seeing that erection was oddly hypnotic. Seeing it was supposed to be repulsive because it was her younger brother's, but it was also oddly enticing, too.

She sighed, wondering what to do about this. Give a warning and reveal her identity? Or just leave? Maybe the boss wouldn't come around. Maybe she could talk the boss out of firing her brother.

Her eyes lingered on the cock while she silently contemplated.

"Hello?" he asked, with his cock growing longer. "Are you going to do it? The guys are waiting for me to come out."

That comment made her heart fill with sympathy. So, her brother was partly motivated to fit in with the other guys. That was something she could understand. She still remembered her first week being employed here. She was able to fit in because of the welcoming nature of other women.

For men, the rules were different. For men, there was a macho thing about proving oneself. It seemed primitive, but a time honored tradition.

If her brother went back to the office party with his dick still hard, what then? Would he not be one of the guys? Would they question Nick's fortitude as a man and as someone who works in a high stress occupation?

Out of sympathy, Emily took a few steps forward and touched her brother's dick with her slender and soft fingers. She figured a quick handjob would suffice in getting her brother the sexual relief and office credibility he was looking for.

Plus, as her fingers slowly stroked her brother, she could always pretend it was someone else. She did her best to imagine it was her ex-boyfriend's cock instead. It was easy to do since their cocks were the same color, girth, and softness.

But the realization that this was her brother was inescapable. Despite the wall that separated them, Emily knew who's cock this was, no matter how hard she tried to push those dirty thoughts out of her mind. The fact that her brother moaned a few times only made things worse for her.

She squeezed harder, making the cock jerk in her hand. It was a powerful feeling. She could feel it swelling and she saw that the head had become bulbous. Her brother was definitely loving this.

Using the tips of her fingers, she dug into the shaft and stroked. It was a feeling that worked wonders on her past lovers. And she made sure to play with the sensitive head, twirling around the head, pinching it, caressing the tip.

This seemed like a logical choice, that it was the fastest and most harmless way to make her brother cum. Once it was done, she'd leave gingerly, hoping no one would notice her. But the odds of that seemed slim. She knew there'd be a price to pay for being in the gloryhole office, but she'd have to worry about that later.

"Can you suck it?" he asked softly, and in a low voice from the sexual pleasure. "I was told that I'd be sucked off. I'll cum faster that way."

The whole concept of sucking off her biological brother was both repulsive and arousing at the same time. The most taboo sexual thing she had ever done in her life was be tied up by an ex-lover. That absolutely paled in comparison to potentially giving Nick a blowjob.

But time was of the essence. Her only choice was simple; suck her brother's cock so good that he'd be dazed with a real mess to clean up, then she could make her silent escape. Nick would never know that she was in the other office because she'd be gone.

Dropping to her knees, Emily was treated to an upclose view of the throbbing dick. She put both hands on it, stroking it with her slender fingers.

Leaning forward, she put it in her mouth, right on top of her tongue. Then she closed her lips around it. Nick moaned right away, signaling the fact that her mouth felt so good. She sucked hard, sealing her lips tightly around the shaft, and her brother moaned even deeper.

Her knees were rested comfortably on the carpet and her pencil skirt was hiked up. She sucked with great authority. Unlike her previous blowjobs, this was both business and personal, and it wasn't supposed to be for her pleasure. But she felt her panties dampen as she sucked.

As much as she squeezed her eyes shut and tried once again to pretend that this was someone else's cock, she just couldn't. Not while listening to her brother's voice, panting and moaning from her skilled mouth.

She had to embrace that this was her brother. With open eyes, she spat the cock out and stared at it for a second. It was wet with saliva and swollen from her sucking. She put it back inside her mouth and sucked with even more vigor. Perhaps this renewed motivation would help make Nick cum even faster? She could only hope.

Taking things even deeper, she allowed the head of the cock to touch her throat. Was she naturally blessed with an amazing gag reflex? No. This was a result of years of discipline and exercise. She never in a million years thought she'd display her deepthroat ability for her brother, but as she had learned, men tended to cum a lot quicker with deepthroat action.

There was something psychological about a woman performing a deepthroat that struck a man's primal desires. She let the cock inch deeper into her throat.

A perverse feeling was rapidly growing inside of her. Suddenly, the fact that this was her brother's cock inside of her mouth and throat was an inescapable turn-on, only because her brother would never, ever know that this was her mouth.

It was so perverse and nasty that she decided to go all out, doing things she had never done with a guy before.

She pulled the cock out of her throat and used her tongue to jab at her brother's tip. Her tongue darting inside the small opening of the cock and she tasted the pre-cum. She pushed her tongue harder and swirled around at that very spot. Her brother's opening.

"Oh fuck," he moaned. "You're a real freak."

Emily froze in horror, coming to her senses. She was a freak now? It was a jarring thought, but she had already come this far and her brother was nearing an orgasm. She shrugged off the assertion that she was a 'freak' and kept on working the cock, stroking it, sucking on it, and swirling her tongue around the sensitive head.

"I'm going to cum," he moaned. "Can I cum in your mouth? I love doing that."

Doing a pre-emptive strike, Emily bit the tip of her brother's dick for making her swallow cum. Nick yelped and tried to pull his cock back, but she squeezed the dick tightly, not letting him get away.

She sucked the tip, the place where she bit, and licked soothingly. While keeping an airtight suction around the sensitive head, she used both hands to stroke her brother. Her hands were now covered in saliva. She stroked and stroked with rhythmic passion. For good measure, she threw in a few extra deepthroats, allowing her brother to go all in.

"Fuck, I'm cumming."

This was it. The point of no return. If sucking her brother's dick was crossing the line, then swallowing her brother's fresh cum would be something that would be ingrained in her memory forever. She aimed the dick to her throat and jerked him off.

When the first spurt of cum shot into the back of her throat, she swallowed reflexively. Now she was in dangerous territory. And she embraced that. She used one hand to hold the cock into her mouth, and she used her other hand to rapidly jerk her brother's shaft.

It was strikingly delicious as it hit her mouth, coated her inner-cheeks, and glazed her tongue, forming a naughty pool of thick white fluids. Her brother made whimpering noises throughout the heavy ejaculation. What began with a series of heavy spurts ended with a few trickles, then drops. Emily's mouth had become a cream-filled cum donut.

The very second Nick's cum stopped spurting into her mouth, she swallowed everything with two deep gulps, devouring it completely, and she used the back of her hand to wipe her lips clean.

She gave her brother's softening dick a loving pat on the head, then she quickly stood up and rushed out of the office.

Before she left, she heard her brother say, 'Thanks so much. That was the best I've ever had.'

She smiled with so much pride.

Luckily, no one was staring or gawking directly outside of that office. But she saw Ms. Gonzales standing at the end of the hallway, spying on whoever came out of the gloryholes.

She approached her boss, who seemed furious and disappointed. On the other side, Nick came out of the office and was greeted by his buddies.

Emily blushed, hard. She knew she had just been caught sucking off her brother in a gloryhole, and that there was no denying it.

"You?" Ms. Gonzales asked in disbelief and with fiery eyes. "With Nick? Well, as it turns out, Nick is a massive pervert and you are quite the dirty whore. I can smell your brother's cum in your mouth. This is beyond reprehensible. Incest? How dare you."

Seething from the inside, Emily had reached her tipping point. This was an all-out attack on her character and her family. After everything she had been through tonight, she wasn't going to take shit from anyone, not even her boss.

"Listen, bitch. I just gave my brother the blowjob of a lifetime to save him from you. If you want to fire him, then you'll have to fire me too. Oh, and in case you report us, I'll tell everyone you sucked a dick last year when you got drunk. How does that sound?"

Ms. Gonzales stammered, "I... I... I wouldn't dream of firing anyone."

"Good. In the meantime, why don't you step right into that office over there? You could use the relief since you always act like you have a stick up your ass. Do it, or else I'll start talking."

"I... no... don't say anything."

Emily pointed to the office. "If I had to suck my brother's dick because of you, then you owe me. Get in there, now. Whatever comes through that hole, you better suck. Got it?"

"You're lucky it's the holidays," Ms. Gonzales said after regaining her composure and confidence. "Not a word of this to anyone."

"Only if you keep my secret safe."

Nodding, they understood each other. Ms. Gonzales shamefully and discreetly headed towards the women's side of the gloryhole and a slew of men lined up for the chance of a lifetime.

Emily peeked at her brother's direction and saw Nick scoping around, wondering who gave him the blowjob. She smiled and looked away, playing coy. Some things are better off secrets. And she was certain that when she got home, her panties would come off and her fingers would plunge deep inside her wet hole.

The sight, touch, and emotional experience of giving her younger brother a blowjob would be on her mind for a while, with many masturbation orgasms to follow.

The End

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Different Sex Story Chapter 470 - A Breastfeeding Mother

470 A Breastfeeding Mother

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Mom's Perspective: The Experiment

Everything was going according to plan until the State went into lockdown. The laboratory had to be temporarily closed and the research team was ordered to work from home.

The experimental drug made Elizabeth's breasts swollen and filled with milk, since they were now deprived of the industrial strength pumps in the laboratory.

She milked herself twice a day in her bedroom, having been supplied with breast pumps, small sealable bags, and a cooling container for transport. Each sample of her milk was invaluable as they represented gradual changes in her body. Her basement freezer was full of bags which had been carefully marked with the date.

There was just one problem; her milk supply seemed to be associated with heightened sexual activity. Technicians in the labs typically helped her navigate that snafu. Now that she was isolated, it was more of a challenge.

Left without a proper outlet, Elizabeth's hormones were teetering on the brink. She was in constant communication with the team who devised a highly personalized masturbation routine for her. But eventually, even that wasn't enough.

A new plan was created for Elizabeth, which shocked her to the core. At first, she refused to comply with the outrageous regimen. Any mother would. But hormones of this magnitude cannot be ignored forever.

The lead researcher wrote, "You have two, well-educated helpers at home. My professional recommendation is that you train them to provide quality assistance. Remember, this situation is temporary."

Of course, that message was in reference to her adult offspring, who were staying at home with her during the quarantine. Correspondence with the lead researcher had gone on for nearly a week before Elizabeth's estrogen had completely taken over her decision making abilities.

Getting naked in her bedroom, she put on a silk robe, then walked barefoot down the stairs and towards the living room. She had already texted Abby and Ray to meet her there, where they would soon receive the shock of their lives.

Her daughter Abby, a recent college graduate, had already been accepted to dental school. Like mom, Abby was a science-minded woman who wanted a career helping people. And what better way to help people than with this sort of research?

Her son Ray, on the other hand, was still a college student finishing this semester online at home. Like most college guys, he enjoyed sports, video games, and hanging out with friends. Surely he'd be up for an idea like this, because what young man could ever turn down a glorious pair of milk ripened breasts?

Elizabeth struggled with her decision as she approached the living room and saw her beloved adult children. They were a study in contrasts... so adult, yet innocent in many ways.

Her son turned off the television as she entered and both siblings seemed thoroughly amused that she was wearing such a sexy silk robe. It was more appropriate to wear in front of lovers, not offspring. Having always been a traditional mother, she preferred looking respectable at all times.

Nudging between them, Elizabeth sat in the middle of the couch. Leading with small talk, she tried to put them at ease. They joked about her robe and she said there was a perfectly reasonable explanation.

"I should have been open about this from the start," Elizabeth confessed. "But the truth is, I tried to keep it a secret. It's a little embarrassing, and frankly, it's also very personal."

Abby looked upset. "Is something wrong?"

"Is everything okay, mom?" Ray asked, equally worried.

Elizabeth smiled lovingly. "I'm fine. In fact, I'm more than fine. I've volunteered as a test subject for a medical experiment and the results have been spectacular."

The looks on their faces changed and Elizabeth knew she had their full attention. Both of them were smart and captivated by the idea that their mother was involved with a scientific breakthrough.

She continued, "Finances have been tight lately. So when my employer offered $30,000 to join this study, I jumped at the chance, even though my work is focused on a completely different specialty. The team leader is a brilliant physician whom I greatly respect. It's been incredibly convenient that we all work in the same building... well... until the lockdown happened."

Ray nodded in appreciation, "Nice, that's some serious money."

"What kind of experiment?" Abby asked, wide-eyed.

Elizabeth was about to answer, but decided to respond by untying her silk robe and opening it completely. She pulled her arms from the sleeves, exposing her voluptuous, firm breasts to Abby and Ray. Even without looking, she knew the siblings were captivated by her enormous tits. And she was equally certain her big brown nipples had become fully erect. These days, her nipples hardened at even the slightest provocation.

"I'm lactating again," Elizabeth said, in a matter-of-fact way. "I take pills in the morning and night. Thanks to modern science, I feel ten years younger and my body is functioning like it did in my early twenties."

She managed to find the courage to look directly at her adult children. Abby was in awe; Elizabeth instinctively knew it was the academic aspect that captivated her oldest child.

Ray didn't know how to process the information he had just been given. Elizabeth wasn't even sure he heard what had been said because he appeared completely engrossed with the magnificent set of tits well within his reach.

"Are they painful?" Abby inquired, thinking clinically.

Ray, looking as if he might drool, asked, "Is there a reason you're showing us?"

"There's talk of the lab reopening in two weeks, but that feels like an eternity. You see, before the shutdown, I had been getting my breasts drained by special milking machines. Without access to the lab, I'm ready to explode."

"In what way?" Abby questioned.

Elizabeth took a steadying breath. "My hormones are raging and I can't relieve myself properly. Having to drain my breasts every day is exhausting. And my libido has never been this powerful."

She saw looks of disbelief on their faces, which strangely heightened her arousal, causing her nipples to harden even further.

"You mean..." Ray's voice trailed off.

Elizabeth cupped her round globes with petite hands. "If you're interested -- and believe me, I'm not trying to twist your arms -- both of you can help me. Think of this as a job. The lab has already agreed to pay each of you $5,000 for services rendered. They'll also count this as job experience, so you can both put 'research assistants' on your resumes. What do you think?"

"What will we have to do?" Abby asked, predictably interested in the scientific process.

"I think it's obvious," Elizabeth said, feeling her pussy burn.

Not wanting to speak further, she kept rubbing the undersides of her swollen breasts as the siblings watched the salacious show. They were both mesmerized by the sight. At this point, her aching tits were swollen and small droplets of milk appeared at the tips of her nipples.

Past the point of no return, there was nothing she could do to stop rivulets of milk as they began to trickle down her fleshy orbs. Heavy with sustenance, they were ripe and ready for relief.

Elizabeth closed her eyes and prayed that neither of her adult children would walk out in disgust. However, if they did, she'd understand. This situation was bizarre by any standard. Asking them for this kind of help was engaging in a taboo that was several millennia old. She knew her status as a mother would never be the same, but she had been left with no choice.

Suddenly, Elizabeth felt a warm and wet sensation on her right nipple. It was her daughter Abby who had gone first, which wasn't a surprise. Her daughter's strong sense of empathy and caring nature made her the obvious choice. Looking down, she saw Abby cautiously lick her leaking nipple.

Then licking became sucking, and soon, Elizabeth found herself being nursed by her own daughter. This was something she never could have foreseen only a few weeks ago.

When Ray latched onto her left nipple, Elizabeth was officially nursing both siblings at the same time. Her clever son used the back of his throat to produce a very powerful sucking force. If he continued, her breast would be drained quickly.

Elizabeth knew that her son was eager to outperform his sister and being decisive was Ray's forte. She tried not to moan when Ray continued to deplete her breast milk, with what appeared to be innate talent. His success certainly caught the attention of Abby, who had her eyes fixed on him.

Though Abby's initial attempt was mediocre, she was a quick study. Having observed Ray in his element, she seemed to catch on and mimicked his strategy.

Elizabeth watched Abby get down on her knees, just like her brother. Both siblings nursed on her tits, side by side. They had always been competitive and Elizabeth was thoroughly amused.

As expected, her daughter had a newfound confidence, copying the technique of her son. Now both of their mouths were fully latched onto her hard nipples. Elizabeth's eyes rolled back as milk shot from her breasts. Instead of plastic containers collecting her nutritious fluid, she was glad to share it with Abby and Ray, who took on the task with vigor.

Over the years, she had raised them to work as a cohesive unit. For her, family always came first and they were instilled with that sentiment early on in their lives. There was nothing she wouldn't do for them and knowing they felt the same was more than rewarding, it was life affirming.

Working up courage she didn't know existed, Elizabeth moved both hands to cradle the back of their heads. That made the connection complete. She comforted them as they provided her with a vitally important service.

What was more difficult to reconcile was the imminent explosion building between her legs. Because this new drug had a profound impact on all her female hormones, it was common for her to orgasm in front of the research team which included physicians, both men and women. Though she was initially mortified by the idea that strangers watched her dramatic sexual climaxes, it had become routine.

The magnitude of her orgasms had been shocking when she began the trial. Though fairly conservative, she enjoyed a healthy sex life when in relationships. The climaxes she experienced from the drug made all previous sexual encounters seem like small flickers, compared to a raging wildfire.

She grew increasingly conflicted, wondering if she should speak up and ask the siblings to stop, or try to weather the growing storm of a potential orgasm. Unable to control her own body, her hips squirmed.

Amazingly, she was able to keep the top half of her body immobile. Perhaps this method could work, she reasoned. Ray and Abby need never know the extent of her sexual desire.

She was both proud and mortified when Ray detached from her breast and peered into her face, seeming far more in tune with her current need than Abby. Looking at her with an inquisitive expression on his face, it seemed like Ray was about to speak, but reconsidered. Was he going to say something about her need for an orgasm, but shied away? Ray was a very good son.

For over fifteen minutes, they fed on their mother's breast milk. By her estimate and experience, several ounces had been drained from each tit. Just before finishing, Elizabeth found her secret moment of completion as she orgasmed from her movements on the couch.

Biting her lower lip, she managed to avoid making a fool of herself with a big orgasm, like she did in the lab. If either sibling had noticed her tremors, they kept that observation quiet. Ray and Abby finished at the same time and withdrew from Elizabeth's nurturing grasp as they let go of her nipples.

No words were exchanged between the mother and her adult children. This was strictly a family matter and the trio appeared to be in perfect sync with each other. Maternal pride prompted Elizabeth to look from one sibling to the other and as she saw a small trickle of milk on the side of Abby's mouth, she wiped it clean with her thumb. Old habits die hard.

Son's Point of View: The Education

It was our first time going to the lab together as a family. By now, our tight-knit family had almost become accustomed to twice-a-day nursing on mom's voluptuous breasts.

It always stayed 'professional,' as strange as that may sound. Mom was adamant that everything be done by the books, properly. I could tell how conflicted she was about the feeding. Each time she'd have the same tense expression on her face. But afterwards, it was followed by a look of immense relief.

My sister and I could tell that mom had orgasms, but we avoided conversation about that detail to spare ourselves the awkwardness.

Finally, the lab partially opened with only 'essential' employees present. It was quiet and we headed straight to the doctor's office.

Reaching our destination, Dr. Kravchenko greeted us warmly with a strange expression of delight on her face. She was a middle-aged Ukrainian woman who looked incredibly professional and spoke graciously. Plaques and awards decorated her wall, so she was clearly involved in important work.

Mom handed the doctor small storage bags full of chilled milk she had collected before Abby and I helped with lactation. The doctor immediately had an assistant take them away, putting them into an industrial grade laboratory refrigeration unit.

"Thank you for the milk," Dr. Kravchenko said with her lovely Eastern European accent. "You look glowing and radiant, even more since the last we met."

Blushing, mom appreciated the comment and we were all formally introduced.

After spending a moment getting to know each other, we went inside the doctor's office (at her insistence) and she closed the door for privacy. My sister and I sat on the seats. Meanwhile, mom sat on the exam table while the doctor prepared to conduct a medical examination.

"You're very lucky having these helpers," Dr. Kravchenko smiled, washing her hands with soap, then drying them with a paper towel.

Mom returned the smile, "Well, I'm very blessed in that regard. It's been quite a journey to say the least."

The doctor stood in front of mom and stared deeply into her eyes. It felt oddly intimate.

"It's time for your exam, Elizabeth. Based on everything you've told me, I'm sure you must feel comfortable exposing your breasts in front of Ray and Abby. Do you mind if we begin?"

"Go right ahead," my mother said quietly.

This time we had an audience and even though Dr. Kravchenko was a medical professional, it still felt awkward.

"Excellent. Now, tell me how your breasts are feeling?"

As Dr. Kravchenko spoke, she casually unbuttoned mom's blouse, as if nudity amongst family was so natural. Mom's bra was exposed and she seemed to breathe a little faster.

"They feel constantly swollen," mom admitted. "Your advice on having Ray and Abby becoming my assistants was extremely helpful. At-home breast pumps are practically useless; but their mouths are very efficient."

The doctor nodded before removing mom's bra and revealing her milk-filled breasts. She then reached into her pocket and removed a small measuring tape.

"Let's see if there have been any changes in your dimensions, since your last visit."

Dr. Kravchenko held the free end of the tape to one side of mom's left nipple and measured the size of her dusky nub. She then repeated the process on the right.

"Hmm, your nipples have grown in size."

Then the tape was used to measure the size of mom's areolas.

"Oh my. This could be a very interesting turn of events."

The excited Ukrainian woman walked over to a storage cabinet and removed a device that looked a lot like a typical kitchen scale. She went back to mom and lifted my mother's right breast and put it on the scale. The weight was recorded on a ledger, then the left breast was weighed.

"This might be a major breakthrough. Your breasts are much heavier. Perhaps human saliva on the nipple augments the medication. The question is, does it need to be genetically compatible saliva?"

"I know it's plausible. Since I started breastfeeding, there have been more changes with my body."

Dr. Kravchenko tapped her right index finger against her chin, while deep in thought. She seemed to settle on a new theory, which made us all uncomfortable.

"How about sexually? Has breastfeeding helped with the increased sexual needs you experienced?"

Mom fidgeted before answering. "Nothing has changed in that regard. I still have these strong urges, but I've been able to keep everything under control for the sake of Ray and Abby."

"I disagree. It's fundamentally important to our research that your hormones lead the way, because we also need to understand your mental/physical connection. You agreed to that when signing on for the study. Now, tell me the truth, Elizabeth. Did you climax while your son and daughter drank from your breasts?"

Mom nervously looked at Abby and me. "I think I was able to hide it. I doubt they even noticed what I was doing at the time. But yes, it happened on several occasions."

At that moment, I wondered if mom was living in a hormonal fog to think I hadn't noticed her orgasm on the couch twice a day. It wasn't just the smell of her needy pussy that caught my attention. Her body practically convulsed every time she came. Sometimes, she had two or even three climaxes per breastfeeding session.

Mom was pretty unsettled and I felt sorry for her. Unfortunately, Dr. Kravchenko was just getting started with this line of questioning.

"Ray, let's start with you. Tell me, did you notice your mother having orgasms while you fed from her breasts?"

Feeling embarrassed, I managed to mumble, "Uh, no..?"

Dr. Kravchenko's face reflected skepticism and she continued to probe.

"I'll take that as a 'yes.' Now be completely honest, did you become aroused when breastfeeding from your mother?"

How could I admit that when I finished suckling on her tits, I'd go back to my room and masturbate? I don't know if it was the taste of her breast milk, watching her give into strong sexual urges, or the aroma of pussy juice that worked like a powerful aphrodisiac, but I jacked off thinking about all three. Hopefully, she hadn't seen the bulge in my pants that appeared every time she bared her titties.

"No, I've never done that," I fibbed. "It was always professional."

I briefly glanced at mom and noticed she was rolling her eyes. Had she noticed my erections?

"Ray, honey, it's important to be honest," mom gently chided. "Scientific research depends on good data. If I can do this, so can you. Go ahead and tell Dr. Kravchenko that you masturbated after every session."

"Mom, that's private," I gasped.

She huffed, "You were practically bursting out of your pants every single time. That's hardly private. Plus you scurried to your room after feeding and closed the door. What else would you be doing?"

"Ok, fine... I got hard from drinking mom's breast milk. What else could I do? Mom's nipples are epic."

Dr. Kravchenko was busy recording the conversation in a notebook. Thankfully, she didn't even glance my way during the exchange.

Then, the doctor turned her attention to Abby, who seemed overly interested in the diplomas displayed on the wall during my interrogation.

"How about your daughter?" the doctor asked. "Does she get aroused during the feedings? Does she masturbate like her brother?"

Abby's head jerked up and she grimaced in shame. I sat back in a chair, ready to watch the show continue now that I was off the hot seat. Mom seemed more uneasy with that question.

"Yes, Abby also gets aroused," mom said. "She's just better at hiding it."

My sister looked like a deer in the headlights. "Mom, how do you know?"

"Sweetie, you finger yourself every time your mouth latches onto my nipple. I'm your mother; I know these things. It's natural. Don't be embarrassed by your sexual urges."

Dr. Kravchenko smiled, "My thoughts exactly. All it means is that they are healthy and vibrant."

One part of me was embarrassed that they were so openly discussing my accidental erections and Abby's arousal during all the breastfeeding sessions. We had never talked about sex or anything remotely close. We're a normal, everyday family. I guess that's why the doctor seemed so interested.

But another part of me was sorry I missed out on watching Abby as she tried to get off on mom's titties. If I had noticed at the time, I'd probably have cum instantaneously while breastfeeding from our mother.

Dr. Kravchenko contemplated everything. "How interesting that all of you were similarly affected in terms of your sex drive. It sounds like none of you had control over your urges."

The three of us looked at each other. Instead of shame, we all seemed relieved by a shared excuse from the medical professional. At least we were in it together. And the idea that it had been 'out of our control' was highly convenient.

"Though we haven't yet discussed this, I think we should move forward and explore this fascinating new development. It could be fun... errr... educational for your family."

Mom slowly nodded. "I brought Ray and Abby here so they could learn. What did you have in mind?"

"Nobody is in the lab right now and I think it's best if we finished today's research over there. Elizabeth, leave your top off. You'll be getting naked soon."

The look on mom's face was priceless. I'm sure this was the first time she had ever been asked to walk topless around her workplace. She seemed even more dazed by the fact that the doctor wanted her to be completely naked. Just thinking about it made my cock stir in anticipation. At that point, I knew trouble was around the corner.

Looking at Abby, I knew she felt the same.

Daughter's Perspective: The Breasts

Like most college graduates, Abby had some experience with sex. Over the last four years, she had three partners and most of her sexual trysts happened in a dorm room. Sex was no longer awkward for her, but she knew her limitations and that there was a lot to learn.

During their 'sessions' at home, mom would only expose her breasts and usually placed a towel on her lap to avoid a mess. Abby wasn't sure why her arousal was so affected by feeding from her mother's breast. But the effects were undeniable. Her lactating mom made her pussy wetter than any guy from her past.

Now, watching her mother's current state in the lab caused an even more dramatic reaction between her legs. Sure, sucking on her mom's tits always made her incredibly horny, but that was in the privacy of her own home (and later in her bedroom). Now, she was sopping wet from watching her topless mom parade through an empty research facility, while a physician watched!

Several lab stations occupied the large research facility. Abby was impressed with the way her mother proudly made her way through the laboratory, past the desks littered with bunsen burners and glass beakers. It was clinical, yet immensely sexual at the same time.

Over the years, there had been several times when she caught glimpses of mom in various states of undress. Typically, it was when mom had been in a rush and left her bedroom door ajar. Those instances had always been brief, but Abby couldn't help notice that mom seemed pretty fit for a middle-aged woman.

However, this was a completely different situation. Mom was a test subject and Abby almost felt sorry for her. Despite mom's stoic look, she must have been embarrassed. Any normal person would be.

Dr. Kravchenko led the way to the back of the room, where another exam table was located. This particular device was equipped with stirrups, like those found in ob-gyn offices. After covering the table with a clean sheet, the doctor asked mom to lay down and put her feet up.

As instructed, mom hopped up on the table and then laid back. The doctor prompted mom to lift her legs and place her heels in the stirrups, which were off to each side of the table. Mom finally did as she was asked, and as a result, her pussy was on full display for anyone to see.

"Ray, please stand over here," the doctor said, gesturing towards a view typically reserved for a medical professional. "Do you like what you see? Be honest."

Abby watched her brother squirm, looking at the pussy of their obviously embarrassed mom with her legs spread open because of the device. The doctor displayed genuine curiosity, but this seemed a bit over the top for normal research.

"Mom's beautiful. I've always thought that."

"Do you want to fuck her?"

Ray's jaw dropped and mom had the same reaction. Nobody was prepared for the doctor to use that kind of language, let alone suggest sexual intercourse. It was shockingly unprofessional!

"I'd... I... if it's necessary," Ray stammered, clearly confused and conflicted.

The doctor nodded. "But it is. We know definitively that your mother's sex drive has increased from this study drug. Now, it seems that you and your sister are experiencing the same reaction. It would help to document the extent to which you have been affected. So the question is; has the drug impacted your mother's milk, or have you always been attracted to your mother?"

Ray wasn't even looking at Dr. Kravchenko. His eyes were riveted on mom, as she lay on display. Like a man on the prowl, he gazed at the exposed pussy with lustful intent.

"I...I..." He could barely say the words.

"Don't forget, we're paying a lot of money for this research. You and your mother have an ethical obligation to fulfill the agreement she signed. Just remember, it's for the good of society."

He took a deep breath. "Maybe it's both. I've always, you know, been attracted to her. And since I started sucking on her breasts... it's all I could think about."

"Do you want to fuck?"

"Yes, I do."

The doctor smiled. "Well then, don't tell me. Tell your mother."

Turning to look mom in the eyes, Ray whispered, "Mom, I want to fuck you so badly."

Mom didn't look upset or nervous. Actually, she looked at him with understanding, as if she was experiencing the same level of deviant desire. At that moment, Abby knew their family was about to enter new territory.

"Go on, do it. Remember your obligations to this study."

Hesitantly dropping his pants, Ray didn't even bother to remove them completely, letting them pool at his ankles. He stepped forward and used both hands to caress mom's crotch and thighs. Surprisingly - or not - mom didn't resist.

Abby noticed Ray must have decided their mom was ready for action, because he lined his cock up with mom's open pussy and lurched forward, impaling her roughly. Both mom and Ray groaned in unison when deep penetration had been achieved. They sounded relieved, yet anxious for more.

She had expected Ray to go easy on mom, since mom hadn't dated in a while. But no... he pounded her pussy with vigor, as if mom was a seasoned porn star. It looked like he wasn't holding back in the least. For better traction, he clenched mom's ass and pulled her to him with every thrust.

Mom's arms started above her head, but quickly grabbed onto the table for support and she encouraged Ray to keep fucking her pussy. Neither of them seemed to care that they were being closely observed.

Watching her younger brother -- who always felt more like a twin -- fuck their mother was startling. Abby tried to look away, but her mom's groans, grunts and shouts of "Oh YES!" brought her attention back to the obscene display. She was particularly struck by the force of her brother's lovemaking, causing mom's big breasts to firmly rock back and forth.

"Abby, your assistance is needed," Dr. Kravchenko said while taking notes.

She gulped, still looking on. "Me? I don't think I'm needed. Ray is... ummm... has everything under control."

"Your mother's breasts are ripe. The poor woman needs to be drained, especially now that your talented brother is pushing her to the brink. Go, relieve her plump, swollen mammary glands. Don't forget about your obligations."

Looking down at her mom's tits, Abby had never felt so torn. She wished she could blame her feelings on the study drug, but that would be a lie. Down deep, she knew the truth. She'd secretly been attracted to both her mother and brother long before this study began.

With every fiber of her being, Abby wanted to suckle on mom while her brother continued to ravage her pussy. And while she drained those tits, Abby planned to finger herself. The idea of them all climaxing together had her feeling weak in the knees.

As if in a trace, Abby approached her mother, drawn to jiggling breasts like a moth to flame. Finally, standing next to her mom, she extended her hand in an attempt to catch one of the fleshy globes as it bounced to and fro.

Her eyes roamed her mother's naked body, which was starting to sweat profusely from the hot incestuous sex. Then their eyes locked when mom looked at her, attempting to speak in between grunts and moans.

"Ugh! Abby... Oh God!... It's ok, sweetheart. OH! Follow your... heart. We're under contract to... ohh... give honest results... go ahead, my love. Ray! Please don't stop!!"

Unable to hold back any longer, Abby bent down and grabbed one of her mother's sweaty tits. It was almost like an erotic game to capture the elusive nipple into her mouth, since mom's boob was in a constant state of motion. She took her time getting it in, almost fearful of the sexual repercussion of taking things too far. After several seconds, Abby prevailed and latched on to the prize. A steady stream of milk immediately gushed into her mouth after the first suck.

Abby knew her panties were saturated, not just from watching her brother fuck their mom, but also from participating in this illicit and highly taboo act.

She felt mom's body pulsating while her brother continued to fuck with abandon. Remarkably, Abby managed to nurse steadily, giving mom continuous relief. Abby undid her own pants and dove deep into her underwear, finding her target. Round and round, her fingers circled her clit while she became increasingly aroused.

It took Abby by surprise when her mom spoke again.

"Abby, lower your pants and... UGH! Let me help you find release, GOD!"

Her mother was definitely in the throes of ecstasy. Following the suggestion of her mom, Abby managed to shimmy her pants down past her hips. Then she returned to fingering herself, unsure of what to expect next.

Taken by surprise, she felt her mother's hand wrap around her leg and work its way up into her most intimate area. As Abby worked her own clit, two of her mother's fingers pressed their way into her sopping channel.

Abby mentally took a moment to appreciate what was happening here. She was being fingered by her mother, from whom she was breastfeeding, while her brother fucked their mom's pussy. It was a circle that would change their family forever.

Sucking like her life depended on it, Abby continued devouring the breast milk while her pussy was being stuffed with two of her mother's digits. Far from feeling uncomfortable, she reveled in the erotic moment. Their family bond had never felt so strong.

"I'm going to cum," Ray moaned, as if on cue.

Mom winced and tried to make a quick decision. "Do it... on my..."

"In your mother's vaginal canal," Dr. Kravchenko interjected. "I'd like to study the effects of incestuous insemination."

Looking at her mother's contorted face, Abby saw an internal conflict after having been blindsided by the doctor's request. Ray kept on thrusting, fucking mom deeply and without a hint of caution.

She watched her brother focusing intently on the doctor's suggestion. Ray was positioned over their mom, thrusting with everything he had. When she heard her brother whimper, she knew he was already filling mom's pussy with warm cum.

And when she saw mom's toes curl on the stirrups, while her sweat covered body trembled, she knew mom was cumming at the exact same time. Abby sucked mom's nipple throughout the ferocious mom/son orgasm, which made mom cry loudly from the overwhelming full-body stimulation.

Like a trooper, mom continued to thrust her fingers into Abby's pussy. As her mother climaxed from Ray's forceful fucking, Abby also succumbed to an orgasm of epic proportions. It was like an incestual chain reaction had been triggered and it was mind-blowing.

Sensing the job was done, Abby gave a final suck and pulled her mouth away, licking the leftover milk that was pooled on mom's nipple, and using her hand to wipe her mouth clean.

She saw her brother, who looked like he had just finished a marathon, slowly pull his cock out. Ray's once engorged penis was spent, left dangling and soft. It was completely covered in a cum and squirt mixture, and a trail of sex fluids connected Ray's cock to mom's pussy.

In the end, she saw her previously traditional mother laying there exhausted, covered in family sexual fluids. Sweat dripped from all of mom's pores and excess milk pooled between mom's chest. When mom let out a small moan, a trail of leftover fluids gushed from mom's vaginal canal and onto the floor, courtesy of Ray's handiwork.

"Bravo," Dr. Kravchenko said with a deviant smile. "My masterpiece."

"I'll never be the same again," mom said in a low voice, as if she had just been resurrected.

The doctor smiled, "You're better than you ever were. Think of the contributions you've just made in the field of human sexuality."

It was true. Abby had read all of the documents that mom had been given regarding this experiment. Mom was a part of a game-changer, and Abby was thrilled to be along for the ride.

Looking at her brother's wet cock, she knew he agreed. Mom was still in a puddle of her own making. As a tight-knit family, they smiled at each other as mom looked for their reactions.

Not only were they all part of a groundbreaking research program, their bond as a family had become unbreakable. She watched their naked mother smile and hold her arms open, signaling for them to come closer and embrace.

Abby was a young woman who loved giving hugs, so she tended to hug mom more than Ray did. She was the first to hug their naked and sweaty mother, as mom continued to lay on the medical bed with her feet still in the stirrups.

Nuzzling her face next to mom's, Abby didn't care that her clothes were wet from mom's milk and sweat. Ray came over and hugged mom on the other side.

When their mother puckered her lips, Abby was the first to plant a kiss. It was their first time kissing each other on the lips and it was tender, like the kind you'd see on family friendly sitcoms. Mom turned her head and extended the same kiss to Ray, who accepted it and kissed her back.

Mom stuck her tongue out and returned to Abby. They shared a wet tongue kiss, which was something that was never intended to be part of this clinical study. But there it was. Not wanting to be left out, Ray joined the sensual moment, sticking his tongue in between theirs.

The three-way kiss was loud and sloppy, filling the lab with lewd sounds. Abby was positive she heard Dr. Kravchenko masturbating in the background, but her attention was completely focused on her mother and brother as they all enjoyed the benefits of a loving family.

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