Chapitre 924: pt-3
The story I told Jake, my eighteen-year-old son, that sultry summer day wasn't actually the story of how I lost my virginity. It was the story of the meandering events that led up his mother and I having sex for the first time. The following is the story of how I gave my virginity away, and it is the story I told Pam as we sat in my car watching the sun set brilliantly on the day we had first made love. It was important to me that Pam understood the reality of what had happened to allay any jealousy or pain.
Pam meant everything in the world to me at that moment and even though we were both just eighteen-years-old, I was certain she was the one. So, it was vital to me that she understood how and why I wasn't a virgin for our first time together.
So, I explained it to her.
My mother and father loved each other very much. I have memories of us as a family, blurry memories given my age, but all those memories are happy ones of us together. When I search my brain for a picture of my parents, in my mind it is always sunny, they are always smiling and I always feel loved and safe. As I've stated before, my mother denied and delayed her grief for my dad when he died until it became too much for her. I've also pointed out that I carried misplaced guilt that I was to blame as Mom spent all her energy trying to protect and love me after his death.
My mother had a breakdown on my thirteenth birthday. It started when I blew out the candles on my cake.
It was Mom, my mom's sister Aunt Debbie, her husband, Uncle Dave, and I at home. Mom started crying, slowly at first. Then she went into a barely understandable rant about how unfair it was that I had to start my teenage years without a father. She wouldn't stop crying and eventually became unresponsive to our soothing. Thankfully, Aunt Debbie is a registered nurse and frankly, she is Aunt Debbie. She took charge. Right then and there, she helped Mom upstairs and into a hot shower. She undressed and dressed my mom putting her to bed with a glass of water and a couple pills that calmed the hysterical anxiety. Before it was even dark on my thirteenth birthday, Aunt Debbie sorted out the medical attention Mom needed starting the very next day.
While medical treatment was necessary, what was really needed was for Mom to take the time to deal with her loss properly. She entered a care facility for a few weeks. Mom worked as an office manager at a doctor's office so they totally understood. I stayed with Aunt Debbie and Uncle Dave. I was fortunate to have a family that loved me.
When Mom came home I could still see the pain and loss, but she looked more like my mom than she had in the past four years. The healing started but was nowhere near complete. She had still lost the love of her life which led her to be somewhat disconnected from the outside world simply focusing on a small sphere of work and family.
She lost interest in her appearance. She wasn't a bag-lady or anything, but she kept her gorgeous chestnut hair, usually so full, long and wavy, cut short for it to be less of a bother. Her clothes tended toward the plain and, quite frankly, frumpy. My mother has a very ample bosom and she used to wear clothes that accentuated her breasts, whereas since Dad died I could hardly tell she had a figure at all. It all looked mushed together; she looked boxy. It was probably more a function of the medication and her loss of appetite that she didn't put on a lot of weight because she was no longer exercising as far as I knew.
The next five years Mom spent fighting her depression to a stalemate. I tried to help her, but I was struggling through the last stages of puberty and then high school so I was my own mess.
A couple months before my eighteenth birthday, however, there was a change in Mom's behavior and mood. She was becoming unfocused and distant. While it didn't seem like the same uncontrollable anxiety she had suffered before, I didn't want another episode like my thirteenth birthday so I promptly called Aunt Debbie. When I explained my fears to her, my aunt's reaction was not what I expected. She said, everything was fine and not to worry. It was a natural side effect of some new medication my mother was taking.
I hung up unconvinced, but Aunt Debbie was the expert and she would never lie to me.
For the next month, nothing much changed. I was both a little relieved that Mom didn't get worse and a little anxious that her situation could deteriorate at any time. What actually happened was neither.
A month out from my birthday, I noticed Mom going to bed later, after me, when we had usually gone to bed around the same time, and I could hear her taking showers really late at night. Then, out of nowhere, Mom started exercising again. She joined a gym, and had me bring up her stationary bike to put in her room across from the television. Within just a few weeks, working out started to show results and Mom was once more becoming very shapely.
Mom's personality became more and more natural, not the stilted, forced pleasantries of the past. She wore nicer, brighter clothes. She became more open. She started conversations, and not just the rote, "How was your day, honey?" I also noticed Mom started sitting with her feet tucked under her like a school girl, especially after she began to slim down from the exercising and became more limber. It was cute, she looked years younger sitting like that while gently rocking back and forth.
I was starting to think that Aunt Debbie had been right and the side effects of the new meds were just temporary and wearing off.
Abruptly, though, just a week before my birthday, all the forward progress stopped. Mom reverted and checked out from life again. I immediately called Aunt Debbie.
"Don't worry, Pete. I know what's going on, and I'm pretty sure everything will be fine. We can talk about it when Uncle Dave and I come out to visit next weekend, birthday boy!" she said excitedly.
I hung up scratching my head. Aunt Debbie didn't seem concerned at all and here I was worried sick. What was I missing.
I didn't have much time to agonize about the situation as my Mom came home from work that day and announced my birthday gift was for us to take a vacation. She had saved up some money, and as it was my eighteenth birthday, I could choose where we went. I was floored. We hadn't taken any kind of vacation outside of visiting family since Dad had passed away.
Mom gave me some basic parameters around cost and such, but let me pick where to go. I thought about New York, California beaches and other such popular destinations, but I had always wanted to see the Grand Canyon so that was to be our destination. Mom crunched the numbers and made it work but we would have to drive. My birthday is in June, so there was no problem with me missing school or sports and Mom had vacation time so we scheduled to leave the Monday after my actual birthday which was the coming Friday.
Even with my unease about Mom, when my birthday finally came around I was psyched. Aunt Debbie and Uncle Dave made the trip over, which was nice and thoughtful of them. They showed up a little after noon on that Friday, and I opened the door to see my lovely, little aunt visibly bouncing up and down with excitement while her husband towered behind her.
Uncle Dave is the greatest man. He is a big, burly giant standing at about six-four with a deep booming voice. I would imagine he is very intimidating to others, but to me he was a great big softy. He had the corniest sense of humor, and he would laugh at anything even his own lame jokes. He was cool and had taught me so many things as a surrogate dad. He's the one that turned me into an amateur handyman and mechanic curious about how things worked.
Aunt Debbie is a five-foot-four ball of unbridled energy. The same dark chestnut hair of my mother, but Aunt Debbie had pale, hazel eyes whereas Mom's eyes where an ethereal deep blue. Aunt Deb stood about two inches shorter than her sister, but with roughly the same dimensions causing her ample bosom and backside to seem bigger and fuller.
The juxtaposition in the doorway of the diminutive dervish and the laid-back giant was always amusing.
"Peter! Happy Birthday!" Aunt Debbie gushed clasping my head pulling me down to her and covering my face in aunt kisses. She pulled back surveying me. "Look at you! My little Petey is all grown up and such a handsome young man! Today is going to be a very special day! Doesn't Pete look handsome and all grown up, Dave," she clapped her hands together seemingly more excited about my birthday than I was.
"You look great, kid," Uncle Dave rumbled ruffling my hair.
"Great to see you guys," I replied and ushered them into the house. "Thank you so much for coming. It's great to see you!" And, I meant every word. These two, wonderful people had helped me so much in my life, I would do anything for them.
Aunt Deb caught my face in her hands again looking deep into my eyes before saying, "You, young man, are something special. Always know that. We love you, and you are very dear to us. I sometimes forget that you just a young man of eighteen. Given all you have gone through and how you have handled it, I see you as older and more mature than your age my sweet, sweet Peter!"
Her sincerity was both flattering and a bit overwhelming at the same time. I didn't know how to react as my aunt was holding me and looking into my eyes adoringly.
"Aw, Aunt Deb. You're just saying that," is really all I could come up with at that moment.
Aunt Debbie patted my cheeks.
"I assume we're staying in the room across from you Pete, as usual. Can you give your Uncle a hand with the bags?" she asked since they were spending the weekend with us. "We have much more than normal. I wonder what could be in those other bags," Aunt Debbie teased indicating the bags that contained the clearly visible wrapped birthday presents.
Mom was still at work, so I helped get Aunt Debbie and Uncle Dave settled in the guest room, and then we met back up on the family room where Uncle Dave did the most predictable thing in the world by planting himself on the sofa, flipping on the television and immediately searched for a ball game. It didn't matter who was playing because he just wanted to watch baseball. Any baseball.
"Dave, would you like a beer?" Aunt Debbie asked completely unnecessarily.
"Yes, dear. Thanks."
"Pete, come with me," Aunt Debbie ordered.
I followed Aunt Debbie into the kitchen for the first time that day. Each visit had its own discoveries.
Aunt Debbie fished out three cans beer from the refrigerator, filled a large bowl with ice nestling the beer cans in the ice and had me shuttle the bowl to Uncle Dave with the addendum, "Come back in; we need to talk."
When I returned, I settled myself across the kitchen table from Aunt Deb. She smiled at me and began.
"Pete, we need to have a discussion an adult level. You're a man now, so we need to have an adult conversation," she said.
"I just turned eighteen today, Aunt Deb," I reminded her.
"Yes, I know," she smirked. "But, focus. We're going to have to talk about some grown-up stuff." She told me in her no-nonsense, nurse voice.
I sat up a bit straighter, and I nodded for her to continue.
"It's about your mom. I think you need to understand what's going on with her and why she has been having the mood swings you've noticed. You see, Pete, Molly's doctor changed her medication a couple months ago. She's not on anti-depressants any longer. While those were necessary for a time, there were some unsavory side-effects. Your mom's current medication is more like an anxiolytic." She noticed my blank look. "Anti-anxiety medication. Although what her doctor has her on is a bit different. It's new; I don't know much about it. In any case, it reduces anxiety. In this way, it is a lot like alcohol but less addictive or destructive."
Aunt Debbie took a pause, and then rushed forward.
"There's no way to avoid saying this, so here it is: her medication, while not directly, is making Molly... sexually frustrated."
I thought about that for a while. "You mean horny?" I asked.
Aunt Debbie cocked her head to one side.
"Yes," she answered with an approving nod. "Horny. My sister hasn't had sex since your dad passed away. With reduced anxiety, Molly's inhibitions are down which allows her for the first time, in a very long time, to be open to what her body has been trying to tell her. In short, after over nine years without sexual gratification, your mom is very horny."
I wasn't embarrassed; I was concerned. What Aunt Debbie was telling me wasn't salacious to me; it was worrisome. I think she picked up on that too, as she gave me another approving nod.
"Isn't there anything that can be done to help her, or at least calm the sexual frustration?" I implored.
"Sure, there is," she said with an edge of frustration. "Since Molly will have nothing to do with dating or men, I offered to get her a toy."
I thought for a second. "You mean like a vibrator?" I asked. "Or a dildo?"
"Exactly!" she replied. "You're perceptive, you know that, Pete," she said patting my thigh just above my knee. "Anyway, she turned down the idea. It was too unbecoming, she said. Whatever that means! So, I said, just use your fingers!"
Aunt Debbie was getting worked up. Her one hand was gesturing; her other was kneading my thigh.
"Molly said she'd be fine. Sex was over for her with the love of her life gone, and she wouldn't stoop to masturbation which surprised me because she would to go to town on herself when we used to share a bedroom."
Aunt Debbie abruptly stopped, realizing what she just said. She looked me in the eyes to see if the revelation that my mom had fingered herself shocked me. For an eighteen-year-old guy who, odds were, would've been jacking-off at that very moment if not having a conversation with his aunt, it didn't seem all that lurid.
When I didn't show any reaction, Aunt Debbie rubbed her hand around my thigh reassuringly moving a bit higher to the meatier muscle and continued.
"Anyway, it's why she seems distant and disconnected, Pete. She is simply struggling with her own desires. As you said, she's horny. At some point, she will have to give in and let herself have the release she needs. With her inhibitions down, though, you have to be prepared that Molly might not be very discreet."
"Discreet?" I asked.
"She may rub against things, like table corners and such, absentmindedly. She won't really be aware of what she's doing. Like, her hands may stray down to idly rub her herself," she explained. "But, don't draw attention to her behavior, ok? It would mortify her if she thought you noticed, and frankly she needs to take care of her needs sooner or later. Just let her be."
"Ok, no problem. I'm just glad there's a solution, even if Mom's being stubborn about it," I said picturing how Mom had recently began sitting with her legs folded under her while slowly rocking. With what my aunt just told me, I thought there may have been another reason for the new position, like maybe, rubbing her clit on her heel as she rocked.
"That's very mature of you, Pete. Very level-headed," she said smiling giving my thigh another squeeze.
Maybe I was being mature, but I'm not sure I would call getting a hard-on while my cute, vivacious aunt worked my thigh as we talked about my mother masturbating level-headed.
"Now that I think about it, Mom had been going to bed later and then taking showers even later. And, there were noises, I just thought she'd been on her stationary bike working out then showering. I guess maybe something else was going on," I reasoned. "But, then all that stopped and she became weird and distant again."
Then, a mental picture of my mother fingering herself exploded into my mind as my dick grew and grew.
"Well, I wouldn't worry too much. I'll talk to her to see what's going on," Aunt Debbie assured me. "Now, let me go and get ready to..." she started as she began to stand using her massaging hand to push herself up.
The bulge in my shorts was unmistakable and Aunt Debbie was staring straight at it as she straightened up. She seemed mesmerized. She tilted her head to one side in her way, smiled and said, "Turning eighteen, just today. I get it, Pete. Sorry, to... um... get you a little over heated."
Aunt Deb bit her lower lip and shook her head slightly before saying, "I have to go get ready."
At around three in the afternoon, Mom came home and we had a family birthday party. Mom had let me plan a party with my friends for later that night, but the afternoon was just for family. We had cake and my aunt and uncle were far too generous in the gift department. As we were cleaning up, Aunt Deb gave me a covert nod to give her some time alone with my mom. I grabbed a can of beer and lured my uncle to the television with the promise of a ball game. Uncle Dave is not a hard man to manipulate.
A little while later, Mom came out of the kitchen and said she was going up to get ready for the party. Aunt Debbie appeared in the entrance of the family room.
"Pete, can you give me a hand?" she asked.
"Sure thing!" I called, and followed her into the kitchen, again.
Once situated back at the table, Aunt Debbie brought me up to speed.
"You were right, Pete. Molly was taking care of herself, so to speak, but then she stopped a little over a week ago. That pretty much explains her mood shift," Aunt Debbie sighed.
"Shit," I said. "Why did she stop?"
"I don't know, your mom wasn't very forthcoming or comfortable talking about it. If I had to guess, it's her subconscious sabotaging any happiness she experiences. Given how she has reacted to most things over the years since your dad died, I think she feels that she has no right to be happy; being happy somehow diminishes her grief," Aunt Debbie finished shrugging her shoulders. "She feels guilty being happy without your father."
I let out a long breath of air. What Aunt Debbie said made sense and was probably true.
"That's so fucking stupid," I said. Not angrily, but more as a form of surrender. It is impossible to make someone happy who doesn't want to be happy, or so I thought.
A couple hours later my friends started to arrive. The party was nothing major, but we had a good time. I had invited a girl I really liked, Pam Tarrant, and, she came! I played it cool, well as cool as I could which meant I didn't literally slobber on her. In fact, we kind of connected. We both liked some pretty obscure video games, of all things. A girl that liked video games, who knew, right. I asked her out for when I came back from vacation.
And. She. Said. Yes!
Around, ten that evening my friends started to file out. Pam lingered and left at the very end. Both Mom and Aunt Debbie had their arms folded across their ample chests playfully pursing their lips when I turned from saying goodnight to Pam. They just shook their heads at me and started to clean up.
Surveying the mess, it dawned on me that maybe my party had been a bit more major than I thought. I guess I spent so much time caught up with Pam, I didn't notice as the party grew.
"Come on, Pete. Let's start hauling garbage!" bellowed Uncle Dave. He had been sneaking beers all night long. I have never seen anyone able to ingest as much alcohol as my Uncle Dave without passing out. Sure, he was a little tipsy but considering the sheer volume of beer he'd consumed, he probably should've been in a coma.
We spent the next half hour dredging the house to get it near livable again. My mom dusted off her hands saying she was going to take a shower to get the party grime off of her. Uncle Dave popped another beer plopping himself down on the sofa and flipped on the television. Given the time, he had to find a West Coast game.Aunt Debbie had her hands on her hips with that smiley smirk still on her face like she was examining everything about me, finding it humorous.
She wore her dark chestnut hair in a long pony tail with her signature white headband. Her hazel eyes always had a bit of a twinkle in them. While Aunt Debbie was a take-charge woman and could be very serious when required, she was never far from mischief.
"What?" I asked laughing. "What is up with you tonight?"
All she said was, "Come on," nodding her head toward the kitchen.
"You need anything, Uncle Dave?" I asked before following.
"Nah," he rumbled back. "I'm doing alright, Pete," he added saluting me with his beer.
Smiling, I returned to the kitchen with my aunt for the most eventful trip of the day. As I entered, Aunt Debbie was just sitting down at the kitchen table pouring herself a glass of wine. She took a deep drink then held her hands out to me.
"Come here. Let me get a look at you," she beckoned.
I walk over to stand in front of her. She took my hands and stood pushing my arms wide.
"You've grown into a very handsome young man, Pete." She reached up and pinched my cheek before sitting back down sipping her wine. "And, the reason I am smiling at you is that I saw you doting over that girl with the dark ginger hair. Be careful," she said chuckling.
"Why? Pam's nice," I said.
"Oh, it's not her you need to be careful of, it's you. I saw the way you looked at her. Puppy love!" she just couldn't stop smiling as I blushed deeper. "I'm just teasing you, and your young miss is drop-dead gorgeous."
"I know, right?"
Aunt Debbie nodded vigorously.
"And that ass!" she added.
"Aunt Debbie!" I admonished.
"What, she's hot. Don't blame me."
I wasn't. Pam was hot, and she had said yes to a date! My dick started to stir, especially talking about how hot she was with my tipsy aunt.
"Nice pair of tits too," Aunt Debbie added looking up at me and winking.
She returned to her wine glass to take another sip. She turned back to say something, but I guess she forgot I was still standing, because she said, "And, I noticed you two..." to my eye-level groin that was still expanding. Aunt Debbie paused, tilting her head slightly again without breaking her stare with my bulging cock as it grew by the second.
She held her mischievous grin saying, "I see."
With no other preamble, she reached out and rubbed my blossoming hard-on up and down outside my jeans.
"Aunt Deb!" I exclaimed.
"Oh, hush," she said still staring at and rubbing my pulsing cock. "It's your birthday."
She had my jeans and boxers down at my ankles in a twinkling.
"Uncle Dave is right out there watching TV," I hissed bewildered trying to pull up my pants but Aunt Debbie blocked me by leaning in and sucking my cock into her hot mouth. I straightened up with shock.
She slid her mouth off my now shiny, turgid cock looking up with her impish grin. "Hey, Dave!" she called out while still pumping my pulsing prick.
"Yeah, hon?" came the reply.
"I'm giving Pete his gift now," she informed him before stuffing most of my thick meat back into her sucking mouth.
"Go for it, babe!" Uncle Dave called back.
I gave up trying to understand anything as Aunt Debbie began bobbing back and forth on my spit-slick fuck-pole. She grabbed my hips pulling me closer to her. I was forced to penguin-walk my cock deeper into her mouth.
She popped my meat from her mouth to lick my heavy balls. She had a huge smile on her lips as she soaked my sperm filled sack. "How do you like your gift, Pete?" she asked.
"Holy shit, I love it Aunt Deb!" I panted.
"Good," she nodded. "Because, I've been dreaming about sucking your cock since you got hard this afternoon. Remember? We were talking about your mom fucking herself, and I saw your big dick swell in your pants."
Aunt Deb let go of me throwing her hands behind her head loosening the button on the back of her shirt. She raised her hands asking, "Can you take my top off? It's silk. It won't react well to sperm."
In a trance, I fumbled Aunt Debbie blouse off revealing a black lacey bra desperately trying to contain an impressive set of tits. Once the shirt was off, she reached behind unclasping her bra and unleashing two glorious orbs of soft flesh with large, hard nipples. She leaned back into me grabbing my twitching, pre-cum dripping cock. She spat on it and sped up her jacking.
"Do you want to cum in my mouth or on my big tits?" Aunt Deb asked. "Birthday-boy gets to choose."
I chose by grabbing the back of her head in both hands feeding my angry cock into her mouth and began to face-fuck her. My aunt let out a long moaning hum of pleasure. I kept thrusting into her mouth for a few minutes, before she pushed back on my thighs to slow me.
"You won't last long like that, Pete, and I want to savor this big dick," she said looking up at me while corkscrewing her hand along the length of my shaft. She spat on my cock again, just behind the ridge of the head, and rubbed the salvia into my skin before taking me back into her talented mouth.
Aunt Debbie sucked my cock while looking up at me with smiling eyes. With every stroke of her mouth another inch of my dick disappeared until she closed her eyes and tried to swallowed it all. Aunt Deb choked as the thick mushroom head caught in her throat gagging her. She came back up, took a huge gulp of air while still impishly smiling at me. She went back down on my cock spitting out more saliva as she bobbed for a good five minutes with my hand on the back of her head spurring her on. She kept making passes on deep-throating me, but kept gagging and pulling up until she slowed way down and slowly pushed her throat over my wide cockhead. Aunt Deb took my fully engorged fuck-meat into her throat and held me there for a moment then slowly pulled back until she was off my hard pole drooling saliva while still fisting me and gasping for air.
"My goodness!" she said breathlessly. "I wasn't sure I was going to get there. You have one fat cock, Peter."
She coughed a little, wiped her tearing eyes and went back down on my spit-slimy cock. Aunt Debbie took me back into her throat, but I could tell it was uncomfortable for her. I think she was just showing off. Whatever the reason, I was in heaven. My balls were boiling and it wouldn't be long before I erupted. Aunt Deb began sucking me with long, wet strokes where her twisting hand followed her mouth back and forth. Then, she reached around me spreading my ass cheeks and began playing with my tight asshole which proved too much for me.
"Oh, fuck Aunt Deb, you're too good a cocksucker! You're gonna make me cum in your mouth! Get ready! I'm gonna shoot. Oh shit, here it cums! Swallow me Aunt Deb, eat my cum!" I growled letting go with a huge load of cock-juice that poured over her tongue.
Her sensual mewling raised in pitch once my cum splashed against the back of her mouth. I think the size of that first stream of my semen surprised her as she tensed trying to swallow all of it, but it proved too much forcing Aunt Deb to pull back. Cum poured from her mouth down her chin to coat her tits as she tried to take a breath at the same time I launched another thick, hot volley straight back to her throat causing her gag and cough out my cum back on to my spurting cock. My next pulse of jizz left a sticky trail from her hairline down over the bridge of her nose and onto her lips. I just kept on cumming all over Aunt Deb's up turned face. By the time my orgasm began to subside taking power out of my spurts, I had covered pretty much all of my aunt's face. I felt bad (sorry, not sorry) about her right eye being soaked shut in a pool of my sperm.
"Happy Birthday!" she shouted throwing her arms wide smiling up at me with one eye open.
"Thank you, Aunt Deb," I sighed. "I really liked your present!"
Being a good nephew, I tried to use my softening dick to scoop some of the cum off her eye. She had more success using a finger to clear it out.
"Your cock is about the same length as your uncle's, but yours is thicker and you cum more. A lot more," she said. Once her eye was clear she leaned back sighing. "That was everything I'd dreamt it would be, thanks Pete."
"My pleasure. Anytime," I said pulling up my pants.
"I'm sure," she relied sardonically. "But, in addition to being a cock-slut for my nephew, I had other motives to sucking you off," she added cryptically.
"Oh?" I inquired.
"Yes. You see Pete, I need you to fuck my sister tonight, but figured that screwing your mom's hot cunt would cause you to cum in under three seconds. I need you to last longer and really give her a good, hard pounding. So, I thought draining your balls now would help," she smirked but continued a bit more seriously. "I think you're the only one can break through to her."
I was taken aback for a moment, but then thought, my aunt just sucked my cock and was sitting there topless with her face covered in my still steaming semen that was also dripping down to join the cum already smeared across her massive tits. Should I really be surprised. Plus, she was sounding more serious and less slut-teasing. I sat across from her at the kitchen table.
"Really?" I asked.
"Really," Aunt Deb responded taking a sip of wine leaving my sperm smudged on the glass rim. "With any other man, she would consider it cheating on your dad. I truly believe, after speaking with her about her masturbation guilt, that she really needs you, Pete. I know it's weird. I know I'm actually advising you to have incestuous sex with your mom, but she needs it; she needs you."
"But, she'll never actually do it," I said. "I'm her son!"
"One, you are a hot, handsome young man with a big, fat cock," Aunt Debbie said. "Two, I don't think your mom will have a problem with the incest stuff."
I just stared at her with an unspoken: you said what now?
Aunt Debbie adopted her teasing smirk again. "Your mom and I have had sex many, many times."
I nodded, as that kind of made sense given things Aunt Deb had said before and her own obvious, outrageous sluttiness. Come on, she just drained my balls twenty-five feet from her husband.
When she didn't get the reaction she wanted, she added: "I've also watched her fuck our parents and my own husband in a foursome with your dad!"
There was a lot in there to shock me, but I was a smart guy. Instead of being simply shocked with my mom's incest-drenched past, it got my brain ticking. My mother was a deeply sexual person, apparently, and probably shared the same obvious, outrageous sluttiness as my sperm coated, cum-slut, cock-craving aunt. If she had gone nine years without treating that overwrought libidinous need for fucking and sucking she would probably lose her sanity eventually.
"Ok, that makes sense," I said determined.
Aunt Debbie blinked in confusion with her right eyelash getting stuck shut again still being coated in my seminal fluids.
"Do you have any ideas on how I can seduce her?" I asked with intensity.
"Wow, Pete," she said. "I always underestimate you. Your ability to understand adult, complex situations and your compassion for those you care about. Not to mention your sperm loads," she finished by unlocking her eyelid from its sperm trap with her fore-finger and thumb.
"My best advice is to give your mom an unobstructed view of that delicious, thick cock of yours. There is something about it I can't put my finger on. All I know is, once I saw the mere outline of it, I wanted it. You show it to Molly in living color, my guess it will just be a matter of time."
"Ok, I'll try. Now what?" I asked.
"Well, I'm going to go get fucked by your uncle. I think you should come watch," she said as she stood up and downed the last of her wine.
"Why?" I asked somewhat derailed by the change of subject.
"Because, I think it will get the blood back into your cock," she said clinically before giggling and adding, "It will also turn me on having you watch my husband fuck me while I am covered in your cum."
Aunt Debbie took my hand and led me back into the family room where Uncle Dave was watching baseball. He looked up as we came in and his eyes widened.
"Holy shit! Is all that you, Pete?" he asked in appreciation as he saw my spunk covering his wife's face and tits.
So, it hadn't been a clever pun, Uncle Dave actually knew what Aunt Debbie meant by giving me my "gift". Of course, that now clicked with what Aunt Debbie said about them swinging with my parents.
"All me, Uncle Dave. Aunt Deb can suck a mean cock!" I said throwing caution to the wind trusting in my assumptions.
"That she can, sport!" he jovially agreed.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm a real cock-whore," Aunt Deb mocked. "You, big man, need to fuck me. Your nephew's dick has my cunt dripping."
Uncle Dave is a simple man, so he lowered his slacks and underwear revealing a vein riddled stiff flagpole of a cock.
"Hop on," he offered.
Aunt Debbie shed her skirt and leggings like a little girl as she hopped toward her husband's long dick. She climbed aboard Uncle Dave with her ass to me, angled his throbbing fuck-stick up to her visibly wet pussy, lips already distended and separated, and jammed her cunt down on that impressive post of cock-meat.
Aunt Deb screamed. Literally screamed, and it was understandable. That was a lot of cock to shove up a pussy in one go. I could only guess that Mom was in the shower otherwise she would either be flying down the stairs or dialing nine-one-one.
Aunt Deb, sat still for a moment impaled on Uncle Dave's long, hard prick. I think the insides of her cunt-canal and her womb entrance were just getting over the initial invasion because Aunt Deb held still for a bit before moving her hips slowly, beginning to fuck my uncle. For his part, Uncle Dave just had to sit there, the lucky bastard. Aunt Debbie began to piston-pump up and down on his powerful cock leaving pearly globs of her girl-cream pooling at the base of Uncle Dave's dick.
It was so hot, and as Aunt Deb predicted, it was getting me hard again. Once Uncle Dave started to lick my drying cum from Aunt Deb's face and tits, I went into full hard-on mode.
"Fuck, Pete. Your cum tastes great!" Uncle Dave declared.
If I didn't love my mother as much as I did, and understand how much she needed my help at that moment, I would have gone over and unceremoniously fucked my aunt in the ass as she slid up and down on her husband's monster cock. Instead I headed upstairs. I had an idea.
I could hear mom's shower in the master suite, so I had a little time. I went to my room shedding all my clothes. I then went into the hall bath, which was really just my bathroom but I was sharing it with Uncle Dave and Aunt Debbie this weekend as they stayed in the guest room across from me. I quickly rinsed off the cummy remains of Aunt Debbie's blow job and grabbed a towel wrapping it around my midsection. I planted myself by my bedroom door and waited. I was a little worried about my hard-on softening, but the distant echoes of "Fuck me with that giant fuck-stick you bastard!" and "Take my meat you cock loving fuck-slut!" from downstairs was sufficient to keep my eighteen-year-old cock hard as I waited to seduce my mother.
Finally, I heard the shower in mom's bathroom shut off. I allowed five minutes to pass as she did girl stuff in the bathroom like putting on her pajamas, or whatever. I had no idea what a girl did in the bathroom. If I was forced to think about it, I would just assume everything had to do with her pussy based solely on the fact that if I had a pussy, I would spend all of my time in the bathroom doing something to it. That is solid eighteen-year-old guy-logic.
I did keep a keen ear out for Mom walking toward the door, and hearing that I stood and walked down the hall toward my bathroom which was in the same direction as Mom's master suite.
We met at the opening to my bathroom which was at the top of the stairs. Mom was wearing a bathrobe with a towel wrapped around her head. She didn't notice me at first but pulled up when she sensed I was close.
"Oh, Peter," she said surprised. "I didn't see you there, sweetheart. Going to take a shower?" she asked, glancing down at the towel wrapped around me. Her eyes widen as she saw my erection tenting the towel causing her glance back up quickly.
"Um, yeah, sort of," I said stammering and avoiding eye contact.
"Ok," Mom said hesitantly trying to figure out why I was acting out of sorts. "I'm going to go down to say good night to Aunt Debbie and Uncle Dave, then I'm going to turn in," she explained.
I tried to adopt a panicked look.
"No, Mom. Um. You shouldn't go downstairs."
"Why?" she asked.
"Uh, it's just that... er... maybe we can, I don't know... How about we watch TV in your room, or...uh" I stammered again.
My mother's mouth pursed. She leaned into me and raised herself up staring into my eyes. "Peter? What is going on? Why are you acting so strangely?"
I let out a long breath, looking own at my obvious erection. Mom followed my gaze, quickly jerking her head up again.
"Oh, hell," I said grabbing her by the hand dragging her back towards her room removing us from the head of the stairs. "Aunt Debbie and Uncle Jake are having sex on the couch. I saw them," I added pausing. "And um...well, I watched for a bit..."
"What!?! What do you mean, you watched?" Mom asked cocking an ear finally hearing what I had all along.
"Fuck me! Your dick is going to come out my throat you're fucking me so deep!", "I love fucking you like a dog", "Shit. Shove it in deeper. Tear my pussy apart!", etc.
Mom gasped quietly. She looked around for some reason. I guess she was trying to figure out what to do.
"That little cunt," she said under her breath.
"Mom," I said commanding her attention. "I don't think it's bad. I'm glad they feel so comfortable here to do that."
My mom looked at me like I was crazy, but her anger lessened and she cracked a small smile.
"It's just that I have to take care of this," I said strained, indicating my erection under the towel.
When my mom looked down, I opened my towel showing her my swollen cock with twisted veins lightly pulsing and a blood engorged glans that was almost purple by this point.
Mom gasped as her hand flew to her mouth and a deep, dark blush started at her forehead to spread down her face into her neck before being concealed by her robe.
"Oh, Peter," she whispered.
I pulled us back into her room, and closed the door which muffled my aunt and uncle.
"Is it ok if I jack... uh, masturbate in here?" I asked shifting my weight from one foot to the other and back showing my agitation.
There was a lot coming quickly at my mother, by design. She was trying to sort through it so I just kept peppering her with dialog to keep her off balance.
"Do you have any, lube?"
"Lube?"
"Yeah, for my dick."
"For your...?"
"Mom, I really need to cum. I'm sorry, but watching Aunt Debbie's ass pumping up and down on Uncle Dave's big cock really has me going," I said showing her my hard shaft again.
"But, I..."
"And I mean big!" I said distractedly, purposely forgetting to cover myself and idly holding the towel to the side. "Did you know Uncle Dave has a big cock, Mom?"
She tore her eyes away from my prick to give me a pained look. I love my mom. She didn't want to lie to me, but she didn't want to admit knowing the size of her brother-in-law's dick.
"Anyway, about the lube?"
My mother shook her head slightly to get her bearings. "What? Lube. No, I don't have any..."
"Aww, what am I gonna do?" I lamented as I fell backwards onto her bed causing my cock to bounce off my abdomen.
I let the moment draw out before raising myself up on my elbows to look imploringly at my mom. "Seriously, what should I do?"Once again, she was shaken from a reverie of my cock. "What do you mean?"
"Mom!" I whined. "I'm so horny!" I laid back and started to stroke my cock. "I guess I'll have to use spit."
"Peter, you can't!"
"Use spit? Sure, I can; it's easy. Watch." I said.
"No!" she insisted to stop me from showing her. "I mean, you can't just... you know," she continued vaguely gesturing at my obscene cock, "do that, right here in front of me."
"I don't want to, but I need help." I said dejected. I cringed inside. My acting was horrible; my mom must surely see through this game. "Could you help?" I asked trying to sound as helpless as wounded puppy.
My mother has never admitted anything since, but I swear we were both play-acting for each other because deep down we both wanted this to happen.
"Well, you do look uncomfortable," she said reluctantly. "I suppose I could lend a hand."
I looked hard for a smile, grin or smirk. Nothing. She actually said that straight-faced. Come on!
Regardless of who was fooling who, Mom glided over to the bed. She took my aching, pulsing cock in her soft hand. She tested the weight of it moving it back and forth gently. Letting out a long, slow sigh my mother began to pump my hard cock. She was studying the angry, darker head as the first of my pre-cum bubbled out. Mom inhaled sharply.
"Oh, Mom. That feels great. Thank you, I'm feeling so much better."
Mom just absently nodded.
"The friction is starting to pull, Mom," I said quietly wondering what she'd do.
She did what I was hoping she would by removing the towel from her head while closing her mouth over my cockhead. She swirled her tongue around it coating it in spit. She pulled her mouth off increasing the speed of her pumping and sliding her palm up over the crown-ridge of my cock. I was a little disappointed, I was hoping she would've kept sucking.
"Oh, yeah. That's it. Stroke me Mom, beat my cock." I moaned hoping to spur her on with dirty talk.
Mom was silent. She kept fisting my cock while never taking her eyes off of it. I was wondering what I could do next to escalate things when Mom took care of that herself by taking me back in her mouth. She slowly lowered herself down on my me, taking little over half my cock-meat into her wet, sucking mouth. She stopped there moving her tongue back and forth across the sensitive underside. I could feel the wetness of her slurping mouth increase to a flood. Then she slowly raised up from my dick leaving shiny, bubbly spit all along my member. When she got to the head, she repeated the swirl depositing even more mouth lube to flow down my very slick shaft. She briefly opened her eyes rolling them up to find mine. She smiled around my cock, closed her eyes and took my entire long, thick cock all the way down into her throat. I felt my head squeeze through the entrance and her nose pressing into the top of my pubic bone. Mom had just effortlessly deep-throated me! It had taken Aunt Deb a while to build up spit and relax her throat enough to take me, and Mom just slid it in. It felt unbelievable!
"Holy fuck!" I yelled in shock.
I felt her shake a little pulling back up keeping about three-fourths of the shaft in her mouth and placing her left hand on my thigh to steady herself with her other hand parting her robe to cup her pussy. Mom came with my twitching prick in her mouth. She trembled moaning around my cock until it became too much for her forcing her she raised off my meat to take in more air. Thick, translucent saliva strands stretched from my glossy dick to her gasping mouth as she sank to her knees.
"Oh, shit. Oh, yeah. Yeah. Fuck." With eyes closed and her whole-body shivering, she moaned her litany with her hand making circles around her clit. Her orgasm started to subside, she finally opened her eyes that gleamed with lust. She looked feral sitting back on her haunches, like a cat in heat.
I slid off the bed grabbing her head in my hands and soul kissed her. Mom's mouth tasted of pre-cum and my cock, of fresh toothpaste and spit. I lift her off the ground shedding her robe and turning her to the bed where I eased her onto her back. I slipped my hands under her ass scooting her to the edge of the bed and clutching the backs of her knees, I spread her legs wide watching her cunt lips part drooling mom-cum down to her dark pink puckering asshole.
"I'm gonna fuck you, Mom," I growled at her, an animal myself by this point.
"You better, Peter," she demanded. "You just made me cum the hardest I have in forever just by putting your fat cock in your mother's mouth. Now, use it to fuck mommy's cunt, honey."
I let my dick slide up and down her slit like a lewd sausage through a frothing bun.
"It has been a while since I've been fucked, sweetie. Please, go slow at first. Let me get used to that brute of yours," Mom pleaded.
I nodded lining my cockhead with my mother's dripping fuck-hole. I pushed the head in which slid fairly easily considering how sopping Mom's cunt was, but she still hissed a little with her hands pushing back on my hips to govern my penetration. I moved my cock up and down and side to side a bit wile easing another inch or two into her. Mom had her eyes closed while biting her lower lip. When I was half way in Mom's pussy, she started nodding her head slightly while her breathing increased. I kept up a snail's pace, slowly ploughing my raging prick through her amazingly tight, forty-something cunt. Incrementally, as my prick slid into her stretching her vaginal walls, Mom lightened the pressure of her hands pushing against my hips. By the time I finally buried my thick cock in my mother's steaming hot slit to where I could feel my dickhead flattening against her rough cervix, Mom let out a long breath and bucked her pelvis up shifting my hard, incestuous shaft in her pussy to her liking.
"Ok, Pete," she said without opening her eyes. "Fuck me."
Oh, yeah! I pulled out slowly but slammed back into her forcing a primal grunt from her. My rhythm built from lovingly smooth until I was jack-hammering my mother's oozing cunt with my long, stout dick.
"Holy shit, Pete! Fuck mommy's cunt! Tear me apart you motherfucker!" she screamed.
I reached under her placing my hand in the center of her sweet ass and worming my middle finger through her cheeks until I felt her ridged asshole. I pressed my finger against her hole and could feel her rapid pulse as I raised her hips giving me a better fuck angle.
"Oh fuck. Oh fuck. I'm gonna, I gotta...you're going to make me cum Pete!" she cried as my finger slipped into her cunt-juice oiled asshole. "Yeah, fuck me hard Pete, make me cum."
Two more strokes and her hands flew to her tits to pull and twist her distended nipples. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh fuck here it cums! Fuck. Ahhhhhhh! Ugnnn! God, give me that cock!" Her legs locked behind me sealing me in her clutching cunt as my mom let go and came like a fucking porn queen. Her right hand fell to her clit to start rubbing keeping her orgasm peaking. She flooded pussy juices around my cock as I shoved it all the way into her to ride out her bucking.
I lowered myself until I felt her hard nipples and soft tits mashing into my chest. Her arms wrapped themselves around me holding me tight as her orgasm rippled down to a hot glow in her cock-stuffed pussy.
"Pete, oh my baby. You fucked me so good," she moaned. "I feel like I just gave up my virginity a second time; it's been so long."
"I'm glad I can make you happy, Mom," I mumbled into her neck. "It feels so good to be in you, and I was a virgin too!"
Mom pulled my head up to look into my eyes. "I'm you're first, baby?" she asked with tears in her eyes.
"Yes, you're the first girl I've been with, Mom," I said honestly. "I love you."
Tears were slowly seeping out of the corner of my mother's eyes. It was a very tender moment, and then my dick reminded me that it was jammed to the balls in a nice, juicy cunt, and if I could, maybe, get back to the program of getting off, that would be great.
"Now, are you ready for some more, my little mommy-slut?" I asked devilishly.
Mom smiled. "Sure thing, stud. Fuck me all you want; however you want," she giggled. "I want to be your mommy-slut forever."
I stood up and flipped her over. I admired her upturned ass and dripping pussy for a second, but when she looked at me over her shoulder like the fuck-slut she wanted to be, I impaled her on my cock and fucked her to another hard orgasm.
When she was ebbing down off that orgasm, she gasped: "Pete...don't cum in me honey. I haven't been on birth control in almost ten years."
I just smiled, pulled my pussy drenched cock from her swollen cunt as Mom turned to sit on the edge of the bed. I stroked my dick a couple times before feeding all my cock-meat into her waiting mouth. She gobbled it down with a sigh of pleasure, a sigh of contentment as if the natural resting place for my mom-cum coated, pre-cum dribbling dick was in her mouth. It only took three bobs for my mother to have my prick plugged back into her throat.
She bent her face back to look up at me, showing me the bulge in her throat that was my cock. Her eyes were watering, her nose started to run, and she fucking smiled at me. It was too much.
"I'm gonna fill you Mom! I'm cumming! I'm gonna shoot my jizz right down your throat, you cock-sucking slut!" I shouted and then sprayed her throat with a thick, hot jet of my semen. Mom took that first rope right down her throat directly into her stomach, but pulled off for the rest of my load to fill her suckling mouth. I filled her up; she swallowed it all down. All the while she was smiling up at me as I kept dumping more and more sperm into her mouth.
I must have cum more than I had ever before! I know I had just cum less than an hour ago, but I was so beyond turned on, I just kept spurting. I must've dumped more semen in my mom that night than the record I set with nurse Karen (different story). Mom just swallowed it all. No spilling, no gagging, no oozing out the side of her mouth. She took my entire load of viscous semen and swallowed it like it was life giving nectar.
Then, the exact moment that my cockhead would have started to spasm with sensitivity was the moment that Mom freed my cock from her cum plastered mouth and gently pumped the base milking out the last pearls of sperm.
"You taste unbelievable," she breathed.
I collapsed onto her bed exhausted.
"You are entirely unbelievable," I returned.
She cupped my balls and gave my dick one more entire shaft suck causing me to flinch but coaxing out the last of my cum. She smacked her lips.
"Mommy-slut," she said.
Satisfied, we crawled under the covers, switched off the lights and cuddled up together with Mom laying on my chest and her leg splayed over mine.
"I feel better," was the last thing she said before falling asleep.
It turned out she did. She didn't return to the depression, restlessness or distraction. After over nine years, my mom, my real mom, was back. So, I had to keep fucking her. Right?
I paused. Pam looked deep into my eyes. She was no longer scared sitting in my car outside her house. There were tears slowly coursing down her cheeks as she held my hand and said, "Oh, Pete. That's so beautiful, and I guess you do."
Pam looked out the window as the sunset had devolved down into deep indigos with barely a glimmer of the sun left. She turned back to me with a sweet smile full of love as she reached ut to me and we hugged tightly.
We were obviously soul mates. These stories, while containing sex with other people, didn't seem to bother us. Like when she told me about her mom fingering her to an orgasm that should have been mine to give her, I wasn't jealous or angry. I was actually happy, because she was happy. I realized that was all I wanted: Pam to be happy. That is also how I knew that Pam and I were special, and we would be together forever. We were of a kind. A kind that belonged together.
I think Pam knew it too. She forgot her fear of another woman having taken my virginity, instead Pam got caught up in the story. She laughed when I splattered my aunt's eye shut just as I had done to her earlier that day. She impatiently asked, "Then what happened?" as I was trying to seduced my mom. Finally, she teared up again when I made love to my mom chasing away her pain and suffering, closing the tragedy of my father's death.
So, I left the tale there. I didn't elaborate on how I had woken the hellcat in Mom and almost a decade of pent up sexual desire came roaring forth.
Like, how I was passed around like a cabin boy on a pirate ship crossing the Pacific that weekend of my eighteenth birthday. I went from virgin to family fuck-toy in a one night. I thought it best to hold back how my mom pimped me out the next morning to my Aunt Debbie. I fucked Aunt Debbie from behind with my thumb stuck in her ass while she ate my mom's creamy cunt until mom came in Aunt Deb's lapping mouth.
I felt it was unnecessary to relate how Uncle Dave asked to suck my cock so he could taste my cum "from the source" as he put it, instead of having to lick it off Aunt Debbie's tits and face like he did on Friday. Nor did I mention that my mother found it so erotic when I dumped my cum load in Uncle Dave's mouth, that she insisted on teaching me how to suck cock as well. So, on Sunday I spent a good portion of the morning working on Uncle Dave's pole of a cock until he filled my mouth like a hose giving me my first taste of a man's cock and cum.
I did not go into details of how it was a wet, hard, dripping incest orgy weekend. Except for Uncle Dave, who had no blood in the game, but nonetheless screwed the holy living daylights out of my mother while bellowing, "I've missed this wonderful cunt for too long!"
I also omitted that my birthday trip to the Grand Canyon was a non-stop fuck-fest with my mom. She had an uncanny power over my body, maybe because she created it, but she could deep throat me whereas she struggled with Uncle Dave even though we were about the same size. She could fit my swollen cock into her cunt from any position or angle, but pulled up a couple times when Uncle Dave tried to go too deep. I think her body and mine where just super compatible. Like when we arrived at the Grand Canyon, settled in to the hotel and Mom begged me to fuck her in the ass. Which I did with very little resistance for me and even less discomfort for her. In fact, she came twice while I pumped her asshole with my eight-inch, fat cock. We were both surprised by the ease of it. It was like we had been having anal sex forever. Which explains why I filled her ass with two giant cum loads.
I literally fucked my mom up and down Route 66. We had some amazing times that I hope to chronical in the future.
Finally, I did not mention how Aunt Debbie and Uncle Dave suddenly starting making the hour and a half trip to see us much more often. Or, how I finally managed to deep throat Uncle Dave's long cock and was rewarded with not only a belly full of hot sperm, but free access to Uncle Dave's super tight asshole. My anal cherry was still intact, but probably not for long.
It was a lot of information, and while I fully intended to tell Pam all of it, keeping nothing secret, I needed to pace myself. I doled it out over time, usually while I massaged Pam's clit.
However, Pam is a very smart woman; perceptive, and something obviously tickled her memory, because she said, "Pete, about Homecoming."
"What about it?" I asked innocently.
"Well, we were pretty worked up after the dance when we went parking."
"We sure were sweetness. You're one hot babe, after all," I said teasingly because I was pretty sure where this was going.
"Pete. You stopped me from going too far, then you turned down my dad's offer of satisfaction. So, what did you do?" Pam asked with an arching smile.
"Well..."
As I walked Pam to her front door after Homecoming, her dad came out asking how it went. Mr. Tarrant's abrupt greeting was shocking, so Pam and I shared a chaste kiss and I said goodnight to her and Mr. Tarrant including his not so subtle offer of a follow-up blowjob. While, I felt bad because he seemed really disappointed, I made sure to make it up to him the next day, but I had other obligations.
I drove home obeying all traffic laws since the cops were usually out in force in my town when there was a large function at the high school. We'd probably be missing a few of our dumber students on Monday who couldn't figure out how to drive sober.
Pulling into my driveway, the house appeared mostly dark but I could see the muted yellow glow of my mother's room window from the second floor through the shades. In case she had fallen asleep with the lights on, I tried to be as quiet as I could when I entered the house. I tip-toed up the stairs veering right towards the master bedroom. As I poked my head in to see if Mom was still up, I was greeted with a big smile as she looked up from her book.
"How was the dance, honey?" she asked patting the bed next to her. "Come and tell me all about it."
"Hey, Mom. It was good," I replied. "Let me get this suit and tie off first. I'll be right back."
I scampered back down the hall to my room yanking the tie free from my neck. I changed into a pair of sweat pants, grabbed an old t-shirt and thought, why bother. I left the t-shirt on my bed and I went back down to my mom's bedroom jumping on her bed making her giggle.
"So, tell me everything," she said lowering her reading glasses.
I stretched out my legs while putting my arms behind my head before telling Mom all the details. I told her how much fun we had, and how much I liked Pam, for the billionth time.
"Aww, I think my big boy is be falling in love!" she said with a giggle clasping her hands together.
"Maybe..." I responded in an ah, shucks way. I was blushing a little.
Mom turned onto her side toward me reaching out to trace the outline of my semi-hard cock through my sweatpants.
"And..." she asked. "After the dance?"
I told her that Pam and I went parking. The kissing was super-hot but explained how we pulled up somewhere between second and third base; so, we stopped at short-stop so to speak. We both chuckled at my horrible pun. By now I was fully erect so Mom slipped her hand beneath the waistband of my sweatpants to cup my ball sack, gently squeezing.
"Then you must be full for me!" Mom said excitedly.
"I sure am, Mom."
Instead of explaining how I had turned down a blowjob from Pam's dad, I chose instead to lean over giving her a deep tongue kiss while cupping a copious amount her of left tit.
My mother groaned into my mouth, gripped my pulsating prick and started to stroke me. A small wet spot appeared on my sweatpants as my pre-cum soaked through. Being quick to notice the spreading spot, Mom slipped my sweatpants down and inhaled cock. Her hot, sucking mouth brought my dick to full attention. Being all worked up by Pam, I didn't waste any time. I flipped my mom onto her hands and knees almost tearing her plain white panties from her. I stared at your full ass and ripe cunt as she looked over her shoulder winking at me. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but the sight of her pink asshole and dripping pussy called to me. I dove in face first! I licked and sucked my mother for the next half hour. I didn't count her orgasms, I just listened to her gasping and moaning. I navigated by her tensing muscles and twitching clit.
When I raised up to fuck her from behind, Mom was mewling happily and reached back to spread her ass cheeks giving me full access. I took all eight, fat inches of my cock and fed it into her glistening cunt. Mom lowered her head and groaned as each inch penetrated her dripping pussy. I grasped her hips and started to use my mother's wet fuck-hole as sex toy by moving her back and forth on my straining meat. I wasn't moving at all, just jacking my cock off using my mother's body.While I found my approach erotic, I apparently wasn't generating the velocity my mom wanted.
"I like you using me this way, Peter," she panted over her shoulder. "But, now it's time to really fuck me. Come on and fuck me, Pete, hard and long, with that thick cock of yours!"
Who was I to argue. I started to hammer away at her accepting cunt. Mom immediately let me know she appreciated the attention by slamming her ass back at me and impaling herself on my fuck-meat with each thrust. For the second time that night, I silently thanked Mr. Tarrant for having sucked me off earlier, otherwise I would have shot off in Mom's pussy far too soon and wouldn't have been able to watch as she bucked violently back to meet each of my thrusts.
"Oh, fuck me, Peter. You have the best cock! I can feel it in my womb! Keep jamming your thick prick in me, Pete. Keep fucking Mommy! I'm so close!"
The velvet feeling of Mom's slick cunt walls riding back and forth over me was all the incentive I needed to keep fucking her. So, I kept the hard rhythm going feeling Mom's pussy surge and cream around my swollen dick.
Finally, Mom looked back at me with pure lust, reached a hand around, lecherously slipped her middle finger into her asshole and came all over me.
"Shit... Don't stop! Keep fucking me... Don't let up... uuugghhnn!" Mom said while she convulsed through her orgasm.
It only took me a few more strokes to feel my own orgasm build. Mom was grunting like an animal.
"Get ready Mom," I told her. "I'm gonna cum. I'm going to fill your sloppy cunt! You want that?" I asked, accentuating my question by grabbing her luscious hair and pulling her back to look at me.
"Oh, God yes. Fuck me Peter. Pour all you cum in my slut pussy. I'm your cock-whore; your cum loving slut!" she said like a chant as her body jerked and her eyes closed accompanied by more animal grunting.
I unloaded my balls deep inside her suctioning, slimy cock-hole. My mother may have been twenty years my senior, but I swear she had the cunt of a twenty-year-old. A hot, tight and wet pussy that milked the semen out of my spitting dick.
It was a good fuck that night.
"I bet," Pam said sardonically. "I wish I could've been your first, Pete. But, I can understand what you did... well, I guess you still do. And, I can't fault you. I know who you are, Peter McPherson and as messed up as it sounds, I don't think I would love you as much as I do, if you hadn't made love to your mother; if you hadn't eased her pain."
Pam kissed me goodnight saying she still needed time to think about everything that happened and how she would have to share the man she loved so much. With a last caress of my cheek, she said she would see me tomorrow at school.
Pam left my car and walked up to her door. I watched her sweet ass sway up the walkway.
I drove home with a soft smile on my face. Pam was pretty amazing.
Walking into the kitchen, I met Mom who was having a cup of tea and reading a magazine.
"How's my Pete?" she asked, feigning nonchalance.
I leaned back on the counter in silence just smiling at her.
She looked up from the magazine trying to hold a straight face before dissolving into giggles.
"Pervert," I accused.
"I couldn't help it!" she proclaimed. "The two of you are so cute together! I just listened."
"Not true."
"Ok, ok," she admitted sheepishly. "I saw you fucking Pam doggy up in the loft room after eavesdropping on your sexy talk. I couldn't help it! I swear, you two could be Greek gods! It was so hot; better than any porn I've ever seen! I've brought myself off twice since with just the picture of you two in my head."
"You are incorrigible," I admonished.
"That sounds like it should be mine line," she joked.
"I really like her, Mom."
"Peter," she said in a stern, very Mom tone.
"Ok, I love her mom. I'm pretty sure she's the one," Mom's eyes sparkled moistly. "We've only admitted it today, and it's not like we've planned anything or really discussed it, but we understand each other so well! I know we're both young, and I'm sure we'll give it a lot of time. We both want college, so it's not like will rush to the alter or anything."
"Oh, Peter!" Mom said all girly crying like in romantic comedies. "I'm so happy for you!"
She stood and gave me a great big hug.
"Thanks, Mom," I said and gave her a deep kiss. "Only twice?" I asked coming up for air.
"I've been busy," Mom said with a glint in her eye while grinding her pelvis against me.
"Do you need a third?" I asked.
"Always," she replied in a deeper tone.
I fucked her on the kitchen table until she screamed out in a powerful orgasm, fantasizing about Pam and I no doubt. I filled her cunt up with what was left of my cum by that point in the day, then ate her pussy clean to a fourth grunting cum.
I took a shower and was settling down on the sofa when the phone rang. It was Pam.
"Hey, Pete. Got a couple of minutes?" she asked. She sounded odd, like half sleepy, half excited.
"For you, always," I replied.
"Ok, so when I got home my mom took one look at me and knew," she explained.
"Knew?" I asked.
"Knew that we'd fucked," Pam said. "Mom looked me up and down, and said, 'I know that glow. You had sex with Peter, didn't you?' I was nervous but I said yes, and how wonderful it was. She shushed me grabbing my hand and pulling me up to my room."
Uh oh, I thought. Here we go again.
"Pete, I just finished having sex with my mom again. She threw me down on the bed, stripped me naked and sucked my pussy until I came! Twice! She said she was disappointed that I took a shower since she couldn't taste any of your cum! Pete, I think my mom is a slut!" she told me. "The, I got to lick her pussy, too. I made her cum in my mouth! I gotta be honest, Pete. I liked it. I liked it a lot."
She was little breathless as she finished. I smiled to myself. I was so lucky to have found the perfect girl for me.
"That's funny," I said. "I just fucked my mom too."It was one of those mornings when I woke up fully alert with a content heart. As memories of how my family had blossomed the last few days, I was filled with an inner warmth and joy.
It was a bright, Sunday morning filled with possibilities. Pam was still sleeping so I eased out of our bed as quietly as I could, trying not to disturb her. I jumped in the shower and came out with even more of a spring in my step. I was in a really good mood!
I had my head buried in the towel trying to rub my hair dry when my daughter Katie wrapped her little hand around my thick cock and started to tug on it. Pulling the towel of my head, I smiled down at my daughter who was completely naked with a brilliant smile for her dad.
"Morning, Daddy!" she gushed in her little girl voice which was ridiculous for a twenty-year-old college sophomore. Ridiculous, and arousing as fuck. "I've been waiting for you to wake up so we could play!"
I took Katie's head in my hands and kissed her as deep as I could. Our tongues swirled together in their incestuous dance as I tried to kiss down to my daughter's soul. I must have done something she liked because she sighed around my mouth and wrapped her hands around my waist to pull closer to me until I could feel her stiffening nipples press against me. When I broke our kiss, Katie's eyes were kind of glassy and unfocused.
"Wow, Dad. That was something," she said in a much lower, husky voice nuzzling into my bare chest.
"You just looked so good, I had to take a taste," I told her, winking. "Now, come on. I have an idea, and I want your and mom's opinion. I also have a little secret to tell."
I took her hand and we ran playfully back into my bedroom. Pam was propped up on one elbow smiling at us.
"Well, this is a surprise," she said with an arching eyebrow. "When I saw Katie sneaking into the bathroom naked, I didn't expect you back so soon. I thought I'd have to come in there and break you two apart."
"Good morning, Mommy!" Katie said excitedly jumping on the bed straddling Pam just below the swell of my wife's breasts. Katie slid down Pam's body like a cat until she was lying on top of her mom grinding her pussy down onto her mom with her pert tits mashed against Pam's bosom nipple to nipple. Katie leaned down and kissed her mom. Pam's eyes widened then gently shut as she returned the kiss. From the muffled moan, I imagined that Katie was showing Pam what she just learned about kissing from me. Pam took Katie's ass-cheeks in hand pushing them down while raising her own hips up so that their mounds ground together. Katie eventually pulled away from her mother's lips.
"That's how Daddy kissed me good-morning," she explained.
"Oh, yeah? Well, this is how I kiss good-morning," Pam said rolling Katie onto her back and herself onto her side staring down at our beautiful daughter.
Pam slid her leg over her daughter until her thigh nestled against Katie's aroused pussy. Pam hooked a dangling strand of hair behind her ear then lightly cupped Katie's left tit and lowered her lips to her daughter. Katie raised her left hand to the back of Pam's head drawing her mother in for a deeper kiss while her right hand squeezed Pam's raised right ass-cheek while pushing to get more thigh against her cunt.
They kissed for a long time. How long exactly, I don't know, but it was long enough for my cock to harden to an almost painful stiffness. Their lips started parting by degrees; it was gradual as each took little nibbles of each other's lips or lightly flicked a tongue out for one last taste. Finally, Pam lifted up smiling down and gently rolling Katie's left nipple between her fingers.
"How was that, sweetie?" Pam asked.
"Wonderful," Katie whispered. "Different. Softer, slower. So feminine. Daddy's was hard and commanding; it swept me away. Yours was comforting and gentle, pulling me in." She closed her eyes for a moment letting her mother to continue to play with her. She looked back up at her mom. "I'm so fucking wet."
They giggled and Pam went in for another kiss, that was more pedestrian. When they broke, Katie asked, "Mom, why is your ass all sticky?"
Pam smiled again before saying, "Because your dad fucked my little asshole raw last night and fill it with his thick, sticky cum."
Katie's eyes widened. "You let Dad put that monster cock up your ass?" she asked shocked.
"I do. Not all the time, because then I would be sore all the time. But, every now and then I enjoy feeling your father's big, fat dick pushing into my tight hole. It makes me feel full, stretched and naughty. In fact, last night I had a huge orgasm while Daddy tore my ass apart."
"Wow. I guess I never thought about it like that. I've put my fingers in mine, but it never occurred to let someone else do it. Do you think that..."
"Ok, ok. Enough you two. I need to talk to you guys," I interrupted because I wanted to discuss my plan and their pillow talk had my balls boiling.
"What is it, honey?" Pam asked still gently stimulating out daughter who didn't seem to have any inclination to move.
I sat the edge of the bed and asked, "What do you guys think of a double date tonight?"
They both looked back at me confused, expecting more information.
"What do you mean, Dad?"
"Well, your mom and I were discussing how our family is changing, and what we should do about it. So, I'm thinking we can actually solve a couple of things with a double date."
"Go on," Pam prompted.
"Well, you see Jake and Bonnie are contemplating having sex, but Jake's a virgin and nervous."
"Jake's never done it?" asked Katie sounding intrigued that her eighteen-year-old little brother was still a virgin.
"Yes, just like you, honey. Anyway, the other day we were out by the pool, and he asked how I had lost my virginity because he wanted pointers," I said.
Pam's eyebrows raised. I continued diplomatically.
"So, I told him the story of how you and I first had sex." That was just vague enough. "So, if Katie wants me to take her virginity let's make it a whole family night, and you can take Jake's virginity!" I said to Pam.
"What?" Pam shot back in astonishment.
"Cool," remarked Katie rubbing her cunt on her mother's leg.
"Well, I could demonstrate on Katie, and Jake could watch then fuck you!" I thought it was a brilliant plan. "He'll be far more confident for when he is with Bonnie."
"What are you thinking!?! You want us to fuck our kids!?!"
Katie and I both looked at Pam askance. I slightly nodded down to what Pam was doing to her daughter at that moment.
Pam looked down at the lusciousness of our naked daughter and took her hand off Katie's tit, gesturing as she said, "This is just a little fooling around!"
Very deliberately, Katie reached up, took her mom's hand and brought it back to her firm tit. Pam failed to conceal a small laugh as the absurdity of what she was saying.
"You said we couldn't keep this a secret from Jake, so let's just include him," I pointed out.
"So, your solution to going down on Katie and her sucking you off last night, is for me to fuck Jake and you to fuck Katie? Not something like, oh I don't know, let's stop this before it gets out of control?" Pam asked.
I think she was resisting the idea because she thought she was supposed to be against it. That would be the normal reaction, but I'm not sure Pam was totally against the idea because she was rubbing her cunt against Katie's thigh more urgently. Pam was excited by the idea, but wanted to put up a fight, if only for show.
Katie was smiling, I presume from the wetness her mom was smearing on her and the pressure of her mother's leg against her pussy. I laid a hand on Pam's thigh, massaging it while pressing it harder against Katie's engorged pussy mound.
I looked to Katie and asked, "Sweetheart, are you going to forget about having sex with me, or do you intend to keep sneaking into my shower until I can't control myself and fuck you?"
"I'd like to fuck you right now, Dad!" she replied bluntly.
"This is crazy!" Pam huffed. "Why in the world would Jake want to lose his virginity to me instead of his hot girlfriend? I'm his mom; she is a sexy, tight teenager."
"I don't think he'd be hard to convince," I simply stated. "You're a knock-out, and you know it."
"You're a real MILF, Mom," Katie added.
"Hush, you," Pam mocked pinching Katie's nipple harder sending a thrilling ripple through Katie's young body.
"Look, Pete, I am more or less resigned to the fact that Katie will get her claws in you. I'm not even jealous. To be honest, I think it'll be fun to share you again with someone we love." Pam didn't pick up on her slipped words. I was pretty sure that Katie did. "But, that doesn't mean we have to pull Jake into this. Katie is away at school now, so if we can just be discreet during summer and holidays, Jake can remain blissfully ignorant of all this incest," Pam accentuated her last word by slipping her hand down and pushing two fingers into Katie's soaking wet cunt.
"Shit, Mom!" Katie grunted. "You could warn a girl!"
Pam smiled, but looked back up at me while finger fucking our daughter.
"Yeah, about that. Um, Jake is pretty much, blissfully aware," I remarked.
Pam snorted. "This just started last night, and he hasn't even been home. What, did you text him or something?"
"Uh, no," I said. "But, on Friday when I told him our sex story he became very excited. His hard-on was obvious, and so, you know, I sucked him off."
"Holy fuck!" Katie said grabbing her mother's wrist and humping wildly against Pam's hand.
Pam sighed, and just smiled. "Of course you did," she said resigned. Given our past together, it was not that great of shock. She knew I'd do anything for family, and that I was a pretty good cocksucker. "He saw your cock, didn't he?"
"Yeah, I got hard telling the story and my swim suit didn't do much to hide it," I admitted.
"Then what happened," Pam asked resigned. I think she already knew considering her long held belief in the legend of the Magic Cock.
"Jake sucked me off. He did really well for his first time. He even swallowed most of my cum load," I explained.
"Goddamn! Fuck me mom! This is so hot! I'm gonna fucking cum hard! Fuck...oooohhhh...uhhhgn..."
Pam slid her fingers up to Katie's clit and lowered her mouth taking her daughter's nipple between her teeth.
"That's it...fuck...ahhhhh...cumming...ughnn!" Katie came really hard on her mom's hand. I was learning that, like last night, Katie's orgasms lasted longer than expected. Pam was still rubbing Katie's clit as our daughter's lithe body was vibrating as spasms of pleasure coursed through her. Pam raised her head and mouthed "Wow!" to me as Katie continued to grunt, moan and convulse.
Once Katie calmed down, Pam put three fingers back into her daughter's drenched cunt coating her hand in Katie's thick, glistening girl-cum. Bringing her hand up, Pam licked her fingers clean and then shared the flavor with Katie in a soft, intimate kiss.
"You really know how to cum, sweetheart." I said.
"Mm. Yeah," was all Katie said as she was still enjoying the last diminished waves of pleasure.
"Ok, little miss-cum-all-over-your-mom, I am going to go take a shower and talk to your father," Pam said. "I would recommend you do the same, and put some clothes on before your brother comes home.
"But, Daddy's so hard," Katie said gesturing to my distended prick.
"Katie McPherson, you will do as I say, or I swear that cock won't get anywhere near your little pussy," Pam stated sweetly.
"Ok, I'm outta here!" Katie kidded and bounded out of our room.
Pam pulled me up by my cock leading me to the bathroom. "Come and tell me your filthy, incestuous plan while I shower," she said.
I smiled. Then, I told her.
The first step of the plan was to deflower my daughter. We decided it should be special and not part of the ruse to instruct Jake. We would still have a double date, but we decided it would be more natural for me to demonstrate on Pam, and then let Jake take my place. Pam suggested I take Katie alone. That shocked me as I thought Pam would be there.
"I think she's going to want you all to herself the first time," Pam stated.
And, she was right.
Around ten that morning, Jake came home. He ran up to his room, stripped and jumped in the shower. Once he was done, I called up to him asking him to meet me out on the deck. It was another crystal-clear summer day with the sun rising up high against a crisp azure sky. I was sipping an iced tea on one of the chaise lounges when Jake came out onto the deck wearing only a pair of athletic shorts. I immediately noticed the thickening of his teenage cock. Ah, I thought, he's anticipating a repeat performance. I innocently added one more step to the plan.
"Hey, Dad. What's up?" he asked jovially while plopping himself down in the chaise next to me.
"Two things," I began. "One, I've thought of a way to help you with your nervousness about being with Bonnie for the first time."
"Yeah?" he asked.
"It may seem a little strange, but I thought tonight we'd take Mom and Katie out for a nice dinner. But, we'll role play. Mom will be your date. We can go over manners, what to say and not say, because believe it or not, sex starts when the date starts, not just when you're actually having it. Saying something crass or unthoughtful, can ruin the whole thing. So, tonight will be a safe practice run," I said.
Jake gave it some thought and nodded his head. "That's a good idea," he agreed. "Will Katie be pretending she's your date?"
"Sort of, I guess, but not like you and Mom. We won't need any practice, but we'll be there if you're ok with it. Katie might have some insights that your Mom won't with girls your age."
"Sounds fun Dad. Thanks!"
"After dinner will be a bit different," I said seriously. "We'll come back home, and to be frank, your mom and I will give you some pretty blunt sex advice and instruction, if you're ok with that?"
"Sure!" he blurted, then caught himself and slowed down a bit in his excitement. "I mean, sure. That'd be cool. What did you have in mind."
"Well, your mom and I want to make sure you understand a woman's body, what is pleasurable and how to make the first time special and loving, not awkward, uncomfortable and weird. So, we'll demonstrate certain things. We'll be kind of open about it, and see how things go," I concluded.
"Ok. Um, will Katie be there too?" Jake asked pensively.
"Ah, yes. That is something I wanted to talk to you about. I fully understand that it will make you uncomfortable with Katie's there, but Katie is a virgin too and asked if she could join. If it makes you feel better, she blushed even more than you are now," I smiled.
"Ok, I guess," he said smiling, and he sounded more relaxed knowing that Katie was a virgin as well.
"Great!" I exclaimed with a clap. "We'll leave for dinner around six-thirty. Now, your first lesson: where do you think we should go?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Where do you think?"
We spent the next few minutes talking about how to plan an important date. Choosing the right restaurant, the ambiance and food selections all geared toward making you date at ease, engaged and happy. I stressed making the evening all about her, making certain small decisions, but seeking her counsel on others; and other fatherly advice.
"Thanks, Dad," Jake said genuinely. "What else?"
"What do mean?"
"You said there were two things you want to talk to me about."
"Oh, yeah! I almost forgot," I stated. "Do you want to cum in my mouth again?" I said pointing to half-hard cock.
"Sure!" he said all excited again.
So, once again I enjoyed every inch of Jake's hard cock as I lowered my hungry mouth onto it. Two bobs of my head and I had him embedded down my throat. In no time, he cried out "Cumming! Swallow my cum, Dad!" and emptied his balls into my sucking mouth. I savored his copious, hot boy-cream rolling it around my mouth before gulping it down leaving a warm slickness down my throat and into my stomach. I figured it was better to relieve Jake a bit, otherwise he would probably cum on his mom's cunt lips before ever getting into her.
He offered to reciprocate but I shooed him away with, "Your mother needs to take you shopping for a nice suit, or jacket or something. You know how I feel about shopping. Off you go!"
He thanked me for the blowjob again, and went into find Pam. About a half an hour later, they both poked their heads out of the door to say goodbye, and left to go to the mall.
The next phase began. I stripped down to just my swim trunks. I chose a pair that were thin and a little small for me leaving my dick straining against the material. I went inside and shouted upstairs again, "Katie!?!"
"Yeah, Dad?" came her reply.
"It nice and hot outside. Do you want to go for a swim?" I asked.
There was a slight pause. "I'll be right down, Dad. Let me get me get properly dressed," she said. I could almost hear her suppressing a chuckle.
I went back out and slipped into the cool water as the day's temperature was rising. The water felt wonderful, and I was lazily floating along when I heard the door slide open as Katie came out onto the deck. The sight of her took my breath away. With her hips swaying ridiculously as she walked towards me, she was wearing a startlingly pink bikini bottom tied at her hips, and nothing else. Her young, firm tits lightly bounced as she walked to the pool's edge. She cocked her left hip with her hand on it and innocently asked, "How do you like my bikini?" while twirling and displaying her hard, high ass.
I stared at her for a few minutes at a loss for words. Katie understood the meaning of my pause; she sensed my admiration, my lust and my love. She blushed deeply.
"You are amazing, sweetheart. You remind me so much of your mother. You two are the most beautiful women in the world!"
"Aw, Daddy! You sweet talker."
Then she casually slipped the knot loose on her left hip and the bikini bottom fell away. She had shaved her pussy clean since the morning. Her puffy little cunt lips were folded tightly together with the tiny bump of her clit at tip and barest flare at her vaginal opening at the base. Her lips were full, whether because of arousal or her mother's earlier ministrations, I didn't know. My daughter was in heat again and her raw, animalistic sex appeal had me so aroused I had to consciously calm myself. I couldn't take Katie the way I had taken Pam last night. I had to be gentle, patient and loving. There would be time later for savage, cunt pounding sex.
Katie slowly, sexily walked into the pool wading toward me. As she came deeper and the water raised up her flat, toned tummy her breasts' small nipples hardened excruciatingly; their pink nubs dense as diamonds. Our earlier encounters obviously embolden her, because while she may have technically been a virgin, she was in complete control of herself. She waded right up to me with the water just under the swell of her breasts. She ran a hand from my abdomen up my bare chest, over my shoulder to reach around the back of my head and pull me down into a very adult kiss. Katie's confidence and forwardness was a huge turn on. Plus, she was twenty and smoking hot. My cock was fully focused, vibrating in anticipation and hard as a fucking flag-pole in swim trunks that were not designed to contain that much angry cock-meat.
Katie had taken what she'd learned from Pam and myself earlier, and created her own unique kissing style. It was astounding; eager, almost hungry and very urgent. When I pressed my throbbing, bone-hard cock into her stomach she moaned into my mouth. I struggled to get my trunks off of me without breaking the kiss. When I had finally managed to rid myself of the clinging trucks, I feverishly pulled Katie to me and reached down cupping each of her smooth, taut ass-cheeks. I pulled her up and she wrapped her legs around me crushing her hot, steaming slit against my petrified prick, sliding up and down. She broke the kiss abruptly burrowing her face into my neck as she gripped my back in a vice-lock.
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