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Morning Surprise part 2

Second Part to Morning Surprise.
I was woken at 5pm by my daughter Sandie, she put a cup of tea beside the bed, drew the curtains just enough to let in some light and left. I sat up sipped my tea and was thinking was this morning a dream. The soreness in my cock told me it was no dream. I did not want to rush down stairs, but I knew that staying in bed would solve nothing.
I put on some jogging bottoms and a T-shirt and headed down stairs; both girls were in the kitchen preparing dinner. I honestly did not know what to say. I put my mug into the dish washer. Sandie was peeling potatoes at the sink. I was searching my mind for something to say that would lighten the mood, but the only thing in my head was mush.
“Dad, are you on nights again tonight?” Mel said
“Yes love, I start again at 8pm. What’s on your mind?
“I was wondering when we should tell Mum what happened”
That’s what I was trying to sort out myself. We have always been a very close family, and lies were not allowed. I could not decide if it would be best to tell Joan, my wife as soon as she walked in the door, or after dinner. Her shift finished at 5pm and she would be walking into the house any minute now.
“Girls what do you think?”
Sandie said “ Dad Mel and I have been talking, while you were asleep and we have decided that what happened this morning was what we both wanted for as long we can both remember. You are the kindest, strongest, gentlest man that we both know; we love you more than any thing. Having you as a lover is the most wonderful thing that could possibly have happened to us”
Being in a state of shock is not normal for me. I can normally figure out what to do and what to say well in advance of things happening. But now I was floundering like a freshly landed fish.
“When you say lover does that imply that this morning was not just a one off”
“Hell no they both said as one”
Mel came over and gave me a huge hug, Sandie put down her peeling knife and also came over and gave me a hug and a kiss.
“Dad, we meant what we said we want to keep you as a lover, who better to teach us all about pleasure. We love you and you will never hurt us, put us down, be unreliable, jealous we have found the perfect teacher. We can think of no one else that we would ever want but you”.
Would this strange day ever end, it was throwing things at me that I had never thought would happen, let alone plan for. I have as I have said only a very limited sex life Joan and I have only ever experienced each other. I had much to think about, I was being swamped with emotions and thoughts.
The phone rang and Mel answered it. It was Joan to say that she would be very late, a suspect that she had been looking for had been sighted in a town close by and she was on her way to see if she could pick him up.
I was one of the sergeants on the rapid gun response unit. I had a large patrol area and spent a great deal of my time mobile, waiting for the call that warranted an instant response. Someone reported something suspicious, like a suspected firearm sighting to actual armed robbery.
Joan however worked as a detective inspector in the serious crime squad. We had from the birth of the girls agreed to work opposite shifts and different squads. We always wanted someone at home with the girls, or at least available if anything ever happened. When I was on nights, Joan would be on days and vice versa. It had worked for us very well over the years. Shits only last eight hours and we have found ways to maximise our time together. As you rise up in the ranks you do find it harder to manage your time, detectives find it much harder to stick to rigid work schedules.
That’s why it was me that had the extra time to teach the girls to swim. To become a parent governor. To teach them karate all the things that take time away from your own quality time, but for me quality time meant being with my girls.
Sandie had finished preparing the veg, and jumped up onto the breakfast bar. I only looked at her briefly, but that was enough, something was on her mind, and I knew from that look that it would only be minutes before she told me, she has never been one to keep a secret.
“Dad, I was thinking, we don’t want to tell Mum today, because if she hates it, which is a possibility we will never learn anything, maybe you can teach us for a week or so, and then we can tell Mum. Because if she says stop we know you, you will stop and we don’t want that”
I had been thinking very much the same thing. While I was looking at her I noticed that she was wearing a very short skirt, something she never did during the day, she always wore jeans during the day. I looked over at Mel at the same time. She was perched on a bar stool, also at the breakfast bar another short skirt, but she had her legs wide apart. I was looking directly at her pussy. What was she thinking wearing no panties anyone could walk in?
Looking up again I saw that Sandie had pushed her shirt up and was also wearing no panties. She had brought her knees up, spread her legs wide and was running her finger along her pussy lips.
Mel also had started to play with herself; she had parted her lips and was fingering herself. Could one morning have turned them into sex starved nympho’s. I was starting to get hard just watching them.
Mel jolted me away from my thoughts by saying “Dad, you licked Mel’s pussy this morning, but not mine and that’s not fare”.
I found myself, as if in a trance getting up and walking across the kitchen. I was soon lapping away at Sadie’s pussy. I remembered her saying that she enjoyed having her bum played with, so I started licking her pussy, but every now and then sticking my tongue into her arse. I parted her lips and nibbled on her labia, sucking them into my mouth. One at a time and then and both together, she was loved it; her little arse was squirming about all over the place. Her juices were running from her like a small stream had started. I had both hands, under her bottom, pulling her pussy tight to my face. I had worked a finger about two inches into her arse, it was worth it. She obviously had a very sensitive arse, because her breathing was now coming in a steady pant.
“ Dad, do you know you are the only person ever to eat my pussy, boys just don’t like doing it, but this is better than I ever imagined, don’t ever stop Dad”.
“Sandie, don’t be such a selfish bitch, I want Dad to eat me too you know”.
Mel jumped up onto the breakfast bar and had also pulled her skirt up to her waste; she was trying to get into a position so that I could eat her as well. My cock was as hard as rock, and pushing the front of my joggers out like a tent. I had to relieve the pressure or hurt myself.
Sandie was coming really hard, one after the other I could feel the waves running through her body, and she was leaning back, supporting herself, with her arms stretched back behind her. It was a glorious sight.
I moved across and started to do the same to Mel, she was humping my face for all she was worth.
“Dad, just flick my clit for me, that’s it do that again”.
I was flicking my tongue across her clit, very, very gently but very fast. She started to come, spraying my face with her juices, I was lapping as fast as I could, but was soon swamped. I loved it, could life get than this?
Yes it could. Sandie had gotten down and was now under me, she was sucking my cock fast and hard.
“Dad, I want your cock buried deep inside me so much, please Dad fuck me real hard”.
How can a Dad resist, the request of his lovely daughter, I picked her up turned her over and drove my hard cock as deep and as hard into her as I could. With just a little manoeuvring I was able to fuck Sandie and still eat Mel.
Mel was sitting in a pool of come, a huge grin on her face.
Sandie was shaking and her legs started to wobble, she was on the verge of a huge climax, I just started pumping huge amounts of come into her, she let out a huge scream. I thought that the neighbour’s would come rushing in, to see who was murdering her.
“God dad stop stop, I can’t take any more my legs are to weak.”
I stood up and withdrew my cock from her dripping pussy. Mel jumped down and pushed her sister out of the way saying
“Me next Dad”
Looking at my cock, I was not sure if it was hard enough , but it was worth a try, a hard push and yes he was still hard enough, but for how long. A few more strokes maybe.
“Dad, reach round and play with my clit, please Dad, just a few tweaks. That’s it Dad. Oh yea that’s it”.
She had started to shake, a small shudder that got bigger till she had flopped forward dragging her off my cock. I felt drained, there was come all over the kitchen, dripping from the girls, dribbling from the end of my cock, on the breakfast bar. I have never seen so much.
The pots on the stove had started to boil over, and the smell of sex filled the kitchen.
Mel tried to get up, but her legs were too weak to support her, she just lay on the floor, giggling to herself. All the while the pots rattled and spat on the stove. Sandie eventually turned them off.
I was very sore, but also very satisfied.
“Ok girls we will have to clean this lot up, your mother could still walk in at any time. Are you both Ok?”
“Ok. Hell yes they both said”
I went upstairs and had another shower. I finished dressing into my uniform and went downstairs. I walked into the kitchen to find that the girls had straightened the place out, and dinner was served ready.
I had to get up and open the kitchen door, the smell of sex was over powering.
Where do we go from here? This had only been day one.

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My Niece Mary Jane -Part 3 Sunday afternoon

When we reached the car, Mary Jane was told to unbutton her blouse once more, and take her place in the back seat. My wife suggested that since our bellies were full, and the afternoon so pleasant we should go for a long walk somewhere to allow our body’s system to digest the noontime activities. I trusted my wife was not going to ask me to drive to far, with Mary Jane sitting there in the back seat, her blouse wide open. All I could see in the rear view mirror was pure unadulterated flesh, two beautiful tits, two elongated pink nipples, staring back at me. Mind you it did not help that I had re-adjusted the mirror once I heard my wife tell Mary Jane to undo her blouse, a totally unthinkable thing for a good uncle to do.
My wife was kind however, telling me that the place we had played at so long ago was not too far off, and that we could most likely make it there in twenty to thirty minutes if the traffic allowed. Yes I thought , I remembered that place, very well actually. It had been a very long time since we had been there, we had found the spot when we had first started dating. It was there that my wife lost her virginity as I plowed my young viral cock into her as she lay spread out on a picnic table. It had been a good thing we had found the place in the late afternoon, and even better that by the time we got around to do the thing, not many if any picnickers were around. I had never heard a girl scream so loud; it had scared the living day lights out of me. So much so that I pulled my cock out her, allowing it coated with blood to pop upwards and shoot my stuff all over her belly, right up to her neck, covering most of her lovely heaving breasts.
I had never had a virgin before, and I do not think she had expected things to happen that way, so we were both more than astonished as a result of our antics. Once the hurt dissipated, my wife stopped crying, telling me that she was so sorry for acting that way. She wanted to make sure that she had not turned me off, that I would continue to have feelings for her and not dump her for her short comings. It was that particular afternoon that I decided she had been my girlfriend long enough, and it would be much better if she were my wife and that is exactly what I told her. With her sorrowful babbling she continued on that day offering to do my bidding, to do anything I desired anything I wanted no matter what. She did not want to loose me, she loved me to no end and I would be hers to command if I would stay with her.
Well that day was perhaps the beginning of many good things that came to be. I cleaned up my cock and her cunt , holding her close to me for a long time while we sat there bare naked on that picnic bench. Before we left , we made love three times , well I fucked her three times, each and every time, being better than the time before. Unfortunately we had to remain girlfriend and boyfriend for several years longer as we both attended different colleges. Every opportunity that arose, had us fucking as hard as we could, and several times we had been able to return to that picnic bench, but the years had taken their toll and we found ourselves occupied with other things. With my wife suggesting that we stop at this particular spot, my cock surged in its confines, so much so that I had to rearrange my sitting position and in doing so caught my wife’s eye. I was sure she knew I had rekindled those memories of so long ago.
When we turned off the main road, to run the few miles up the secondary road leading us to the spot, my wife began fidgeting with her own blouse. I watched her in my peripheral vision as she unbuttoned and opened the blouse, undoing her brassiere, she pulled it from her body and set it on the consol of the car in plain site, of both Mary Jane and myself. There was no mistaking it , she was or had been planning some wicked little thing, I could hardly wait to park the car. I started to ease the car into a spot near the pathway, when my wife poked my arm and pointed to a open slot much further away.
Again fond memories flooded my thoughts, back to that night I had reminded my wife of her statement about complying to my desires. It had been after a good evening of love making my wife had reached orgasm several times , she was in a mellow mood. That particular day we had arrived a bit late and found the only parking spot was almost at the entrance of the parking lot, far from the beginning of the winding pathway. I asked, well sort of informed perhaps insisted that my wife walk back to the car with out her clothes to cover her exquisite gleaming body. At first she tried to beg off but in the end, she did me proud and marched back perhaps a bit quicker than I would have liked, but she took things in stride crossing directly over the parking lot and complied with my request. There were only three cars left in the parking lot, so the prospect of getting caught was not that great, but it did provide us with a charge, and we made out once again in the car before leaving that evening.
Once parked, my wife told Mary Jane get out , go to the front of the car, take her Bermuda shorts off and place them on the hood of the car and face the windshield. I watched as Mary Jane complied without hesitation. She was just beautiful standing there her sleeveless blouse hanging open, her little pink panties covering very little , the sun shining down upon her body. My wife got out telling me to sit still then retrieved a small bag from the back seat and moved in behind Mary Jane. I had to catch my breath as I watched my wife go to work. She first placed a blindfold over Mary Jane’s eyes, then she placed some sort of collar around Mary Jane’s neck . Looking around I guess to see if there were any voyeurs or obstinate other people, my wife then stripped the blouse from Mary Jane, exposing her in her naked form. The tale tell signs that all this was having a positive effect, was in evidence as Mary Jane’s nipples were popped right out from her areolas.
My wife seemed in no particular rush, she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely, I know I was certainly enjoying the show, I had to adjust my swollen rod down the leg of my pants to lessen the pain of the pressure it had been making against the material of my pants. I continued to watch as my wife pulled Mary Jane’s arms behind her back and tied them as I found out later with some silk rope she had taken for m the little bag of items she had brought. Once fixed firmly, my wife, reached for Mary Jane’s nipples and one at a time fixed a tassel to this elongated body part. Signaling me to follow, I got out of the car and was told to put the shorts and the blouse on the inside front dash board so that they would be very visible to any one passing by. My wife then attached a leash to Mary Jane’s collar and jerked it sharply telling Mary Jane to walk carefully.
While we walked very close to several couples, there was enough foliage to obstruct a direct view of my wife parading her almost naked charge on the winding path to where ever she was leading us. As we were able to hear their conversations, well a mumble jumble of words, nothing clear and sharp , it was certain that they were able to tell that others were walking up the path near by. If any of them had decided to be friendly , move towards the sounds and pop out somewhere they would have been treated to a bizarre scene for sure . Mary Jane knowing her body was exposed, but being unable to see that the others could not really see her was very very uncomfortable as we found out when we arrived at the location my wife had chosen. It was the place at which she had lost her virginity so many years ago.
My wife guided Mary Jane to the end of the picnic table that had been set out for the park visitors and told to stay. She then walked around the little area into which she had directed us, inspecting what mother nature had chosen to let surround the area. I did not know if she was interested in how we were covered or how we , well, Mary Jane was exposed . I did not ask as I was busy wondering just what was planned for Mary Jane. After all this was perhaps the most excluded area of them all, there was a good covering of thicker bushes on the sides and at the back except for the little winding entrance. At what could be called the front there were bushes of a lower height providing a good view out over the side of the mountain, you could even recognize figures seated or standing in some of the other picnic areas, mind you , you could not really tell much about them, but if they were naked I believe it would be discernable. As to them looking back up at us , well if one was standing upright on the picnic table perhaps they might be noticeable, I doubted if any one would be able to tell if you were dressed or not.
My wife having finished her round came back to I thought help Mary Jane get her body up onto the table top, when suddenly my wife cried out calling Mary Jane a wanton bitch, telling her she couldn’t believe what ever she had done my wife called it disgusting , then I heard her telling Mary Jane she was going to pay dearly for her lack of control. With all that said I watched in amazement as Mary Jane was turned around and pushed face forward on to the picnic table top. She was calling out telling my wife that she was sorry, so sorry but could not help it, she did not want to be punished, she would be a good girl, she would do what ever it took to amend the situation, but she did not what to be punished.
My wife grabbed hold of her still bound arms with one hand , pushed her down hard on to the table, crushing those beautiful soft tits of her. Then with her other hand she ripped Mary Jane’s pink panties from her body, baring her perky little bottom . Throwing the material off to the side, my wife began berating Mary Jane telling her that she was going to be spanked and spanked hard for peeing in her panties. Hell I thought all this was because Mary Jane’s excitement had gotten to her and she had cum while she was being led up the winding path not knowing if she had been seen. It never occurred to me that fear had gotten the better of her and she had wet herself. Just that thought caused my cock to harden to push against my slacks creating a huge uncomfortable bulge . I kicked myself for having missed seeing her piss herself, that would have been awesome.
My mind was busy trying to watch my wife , while trying to visualize Mary Jane letting a stream of hot yellow piss flow from her innards, through her panties and down her legs, was causing me difficulties. Finally I decided to concentrate on my wife and what she was putting Mary Jane through at that moment. She was bringing the flat of her hand down hard on Mary Jane’s prime round ass, the sound at the contact of the two body parts was sharp and loud, it was as though it echoed in the little secluded area we were in. Mary Jane cried out each and every time my wife’s hand made contact causing even me to flinch. My curiosity however got the better of me , so I moved closer to the action, where it became evident that my wife was not being gently with her spanks. Mary Jane’s little bottom jiggled each time her hand made contact, you could see the red marks of her hand, her fingers as they were spread over the two bare cheeks.
While I was not really counting the number of slaps that Mary Jane had taken, I lost count at twenty five and my wife was still going at it . I did notice, thinking it was very strange that the sounds Mary Jane was emitting were no longer screams of pain, but rather moans and groans more familiar to me as sounds of sexual intrigue. I could not believe it Mary Jane was now getting off from being spanked out here in the open picnic area she was actually mewing, or grunting. It looked to me like she was moving her own lower body, almost as though she was humping the picnic table. My wife also noticed this change in her behaviour, so she stopped her spanking , pulled Mary Jane off the table to a straight standing position and told her that she had better not cum or she would be sorry.
Leaving Mary Jane, my wife came over to me looking at my problem and commenting to the fact that perhaps something should be done about my seemingly uncomfortable situation. Now I had several ideas of how this could be done and who would be best suited to resolve the problem, but I said nothing , not wanting to upset my wife, if my choice was not quite what she had in mind. I really did not mind who or how my problem was going to be fixed, as long as some one was going to take care of it. After all I had been stimulated to such a point since we had arrived at the restaurant, and had no chance to do any thing about it since then, any solution was welcome as far as I was concerned.
To my delight my wife returned to Mary Jane and untied her arms, I figured that my wife had read my mind especially when she instructed her to go and undress her uncle. As Mary Jane walked I watched the tassels attached to her lovely nipples swing from side to side, it was certainly very erotic, I had not really seen anything like that before, not even my wife had worn tassels to excite me. Mary Jane unbuttoned my shirt, letting her hands travel over my chest, over my now hard erect nipples as she pushed at my shirt. She moved in closer, pressed her tasseled nipples against my chest as she eased the shirt up and off my shoulders. The afternoon still fairly warm, I could feel her cool breath as she blew it across my now naked skin. Once she had placed my shirt on the bench of the picnic table, she squatted down in front of me and attacked the task of undoing and slipping my shoes and socks from my body. It was quite evident she knew she was supposed to put on a show, as she arranged her body so that I could look down, down, past her firm breasts, past the tasseled nipples, down past her cute little belly button, down between her legs providing me with just the slightest glimpse of the beginning of her lovely crack.
Everything appeared to be building to a crescendo, I know I was having a difficult time controlling my own hormones, my cock was about to burst, not only on the scene out in the open, but burst it’s seed as well. Mary Jane perhaps knowing this all too well, moved herself around behind me , then reached around front and began undoing my belt and unzipping my slacks. Carefully, slowly, sexually she slipped the material of my slacks over my hips, past my rump and down my legs. Prodding me to lift one leg at a time Mary Jane left me standing there in my under-shorts ,my cock tenting the material straight out from my body as though it was going to punch through at any moment . The pressure on the head of my cock to say the least was irritating.
Just as Mary Jane was going to complete my wish, and pull my under-shorts down , releasing my tool, my wife stopped her. She was, to my great disappointment , told to come and undress her mistress. Need I relate how much pain I felt, standing there ready to explode at the slightest touch, watching Mary Jane sensuously . carefully, lovingly and slowly strip my wife as bare as she was. There were two lovely naked girls standing not five feet from me, making out none the less, kissing passionately, hugging, feeling grasping at one another. Their love making sounds finally got me to cry out asking about my relief. My wife called a halt to things , brought Mary Jane over to me , immediately she began to relate to me how after Mary Jane had watched us out on the porch, she had asked to be taught how to suck a man’s cock properly. My wife went on to tell me that while Mary Jane had participated in a bit of oral sex with several of her boyfriends, she had not felt she had gotten a good sense of how it should be done.
My wife said that now was the time she was going to show Mary Jane just how it should be done. With that said, she told Mary Jane to get down on her knees in front of me while she took a position behind me. My wife whispered in my ear telling me I was to be passive in my actions, to let my arms drop to my sides and she would take care of the rest, indicating that I would best do as she said if I wanted to reap all the benefits. Hey what was I going to do, I wanted to get off, sucked off, fucked off, or masturbated, I did not care at that point , I wanted to shoot my stuff anywhere, my ball sac was as tight as it had every been, my cock pulsating like never before.
My wife then instructed Mary Jane to slip her fingers in the elastic of my shorts , and ease them, not tug them downward . As a precaution so that the head of my cock would not get caught up in the material, Mary Jane was to bring her hands around and flatten them against the side of my cock with her thumbs held upwards, then she was to move the elastic with her thumbs, allowing the palms of her hand to rub along the shaft of my cock, until it allowed the head of my cock to become uncovered. Once Mary Jane placed the palms of her hands on my cock I thought I was going to loose it, but at that exact moment my wife reached around and pinched both my nipples , creating such a sharp pain that I forgot all about my cock for a moment.
When Mary Jane had the material of the shorts over my cock it became very loose and was easily let down my legs and off my feet. Now there we were, three bare naked people standing out in this public area, the heat of the sun’s rays still engulfing us in a solid warmth. I wanted to poke forward and set my cock into Mary Jane’s mouth, but any movement I attempted was halted immediately by my wife , telling me to be patient.
Then the lesson began, my wife instructing , not quite showing, Mary Jane on how to proceed . It was perhaps a big more exciting this way , because I could hear exactly what was going to be done , then I was able to feel it being done. Mary Jane had a beautiful long slender tongue. She was first told too hold my cock firmly , but delicately, and extend her tongue to the little piss hole in front. To ease the tip of her tongue in that opening and flick it . Then she was told to lick the bulging pick head, like a popsicle, to lick all around, concentrating on the underside. Following this she took the head into her mouth clamping her lips around it and rubbing them back and forth over the soft stretched skin.
Man did I want to push forward when the head passed her lips, I wanted to push right in through to the back of her head . I was more than ready to blow, but each time I forgot my place and started to move on my own , my nipples were pinched by my wife. Mary Jane proceeded to lick my whole cock, to reach out and take my ball sac, inserting one ball and a time in her mouth and wiggling it around . She played special attention to the underside of my cock, to the manly hairs of my pubic area , stroking her little fingers gently through them . My wife then had her take my cock into her mouth, a bit at a time, each time easing her mouth further along it’s length. Now I am not equipped like some of you readers, but I am equipped with a nice clean cut rod, perhaps six or six and a half inches long,. A working piece that can be engulfed without too much difficulty, but the first time requires a bit of practice. This of course was what Mary Jane was getting, practice, and she was doing very well I must say, she had me very close to cutting loose several times, and I most likely would have, had my wife not circumvented the feeling with her pinching my nipples.
How long did this practice run on , I cannot remember, but it was certainly an enjoyable time that was spent. As Mary Jane appeared to get the hang of things, I watched my wife reach around and place her hands on Mary Jane’s head I had seen her do this before , she was using me again as a phallus. She bumped and ground her cunt into my back side as she pulled Mary Jane’s head along my cock with an increased tempo, just like any man would do had he been given the opportunity, My wife was busy fucking Mary Jane’s mouth with my cock oblivious to my needs or pleasure. It was her and Mary Jane completely enveloped in their own little program, both of them grunting and groaning, rocking to their own rhythm. Suddenly I heard my wife call out telling Mary Jane to stick a finger up my ass and push it in as far as she could. Well that did it . gobs and gobs of my seed shot out of my rod and down into Mary Jane’s throat, filling her mouth full . A release that I had being waiting for quite a while, a release that I had needed now for some time, a release like no other I had had in a long time. It was my turn to shake, rattle and roll, and I did, my wife allowing me all the freedom to hang on to Mary Jane’s beautiful head of locks and pump the seed from my body.
Once I stopped shaking Mary Jane was told to keep my cock in her mouth , to continue sucking, and massaging it with her tongue, until it shrunk to a size where it would simply slip from her mouth. That accomplished she was told to bathe it with her tongue making certain that no residue what so every remained . I do not know to this day if my wife realized the situation she was placing Mary Jane in when she instructed her to complete this task. Having Mary Jane continue to work my cock, her delicate fingers moving it up, down all around, licking at it with her wonderful tongue, caused an enormous pressure to build with in my bladder. I began to speak, I wanted to say something, to warn of a potential problem, but my wife told me to be quiet, to allow Mary Jane the privilege of learning the lessons she need to know. I began to wonder if indeed my wife knew what I was talking about , so I began once again to protest, I even tried to move Mary Jane out of the way. When my wife saw that, she punched my arm telling me to behave myself and let the natural flow of things work themselves out. Mary Jane was surprised when my cock swelled in her hands, growing to the length that she had first taken in her mouth . As she began to back off a bit my wife told her to sit on the ground in front of me, spread her legs wide and lean back supporting her body with her arms.
No sooner than Mary Jane had placed her two hands on the ground to support her upper body, and looked back up at me, I let loose with a stream of hot golden piss. Mary Jane certainly did not know what had hit her, she opened her mouth to scream I would imagine and got it filled with my piss. I covered her body soaking her tassels, hitting her breasts, her belly, her cunt which was spread wide. Mary Jane froze like a deer caught in the head light of a car coming head on not able to move out of the way of the deluge.

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Unexpected visitor

Kaye Appleby was getting ready to go into town to have lunch with a couple of her girlfriends when the doorbell rang. She wasn’t expecting anyone so she did up the last of her buttons and went to the front door. Looking through the peep hole she saw Tommy stood there fluffing his hair. She smiled to herself, lunch would be just a little delayed.
Kay opened the door wide and gestured Tommy inside. Closing the door after him she pecked a kiss on the back of his shoulder.
“Hi Stud.”
Tommy gave her a look and Kaye noticed he didn’t seem the shy boy anymore. He looked confident. In the past few weeks with her help he’d learnt a few tricks and maybe it was time to step up his education a little bit.
“I’m sorry Tommy I’m off out, I’m having lunch with a couple of friends.”
Now he looked disappointed. Kaye smiled; that was easy, he had a lot to learn before he was the finished product.
“Come and chat to me anyway while I get ready.”
Kaye was already ready for her lunch but she’d decided to have some fun with Tommy.
In the bedroom Kaye pointed to a chair, “Sit there,” she went to her wardrobe and took out a sheer blouse and a pencil skirt and lay them on the bed.
“How are you, how is school?” She knew any mention of school embarrassed him. “Did you have your math test?”
“…sokay.”
Kaye took off her blouse and made a fuss of adjusting her bra. “Do my tits look good in this bra?” and, before he could answer, she rubbed her right nipple through the material, “this one’s still sore from you sucking it.”
Kay stepped out of her skirt and watched Tommy’s eyes move between her boobs and her knickers.
“Do you like what you see young man?” She pulled her knickers up a little so the lips of her pussy could be made out.
Tommy laughed, “Very much so.”
“Well admire away but don’t touch.” Kaye got some stockings from her draw and sat down to put them on. She was very deliberate in her actions and made sure Tommy saw it all knowing exactly what she was doing to him. She scratched herself, “This is a little sore too.” She smiled, Sore but a nice sore.”
Standing up she took her skirt and slipped it on. “Do you like stockings? Do you prefer women with or without them?”
Tommy didn’t answer.
I like hold ups, sexy. Got to be sexy.
Kaye took up the blouse and put it on and buttoning it up. She looked in the mirror, “Oh, you can see my bra underneath.” She took off the blouse and took off the bra offering Tommy a quick look at her tits before she slipped the blouse back on.
“You are going out without a bra on?”
“Why not, I’ve got the boobs for it haven’t I?”
“But everyone will see.”
Kaye laughed, “No one is going to see. And even if they do what’s the harm?” Kaye made sure her tits jiggled under the sheer material. Tommy was a real tit man and Kaye knew that would do the trick.
Tommy stood up and moved across the room.
“No. No I’ve told you I am off out.”
Tommy didn’t listen. He grabbed her and threw her face first on to the bed and pushed up her skirt.
Kaye protested, “Tommy I said No!”
Tommy ignored her protests and tore at the skirt.
Kaye twisted and turned, “No I said No! Tommy stop it!”
Tommy slapped her face hard. “Shut the fuck up!.” he commanded and ripped her blouse off then again tearing at her skirt before finally giving up and telling her to “Get that fuckin’ thing off.”
“Tommy this is rape.”
“So? Get this skirt off.”
“This is rape.” Kaye again protested as she undid the button, “There you go.”
Tommy pulled the skirt off and turned Kaye over. He ripped at her knickers until they were shredded. Straddling her back he reached into her bedside draw and took out the lube.
“What are you doing?” Kaye was sobbing but Tommy was determined to show her who was boss.
He lubbed up his cock and then pushed lube into Kaye’s asshole. She gasped. “Don’t Tommy… no please… not like this I beg you… I have to go out.”
“You can go out after I’ve finished with you.” He pushed his cock against her hole but it wouldn’t go in. “Relax it.”
Kaye refused.
Tommy pulled her head back by the hair and yelled in her face. “Do as I say or I will hurt you.”
“Yeah,” Kaye screamed, “how?”
Tommy turned her back over and struck her 3 more times, “Is that enough or do you want some more?” He turned her back over and this time she let him in.
“You are a bastard.”
Tommy’s cock wasn’t little and the pain of him getting all of it into her tight little ass made Kaye wince. Tommy fucked her asshole as hard as he could and without mercy and after he had cum her collapsed against her back.
Kaye allowed herself a little smile; Tommy had come a long way from the nervous boy taking sneaky quick looks at her body. Not only had he learnt a lot of tricks but he was also becoming a Dominant and just two weeks after his sixteenth birthday Kaye knew it wouldn’t be long before she could let him meet her friends.
“Are you done?” She asked.
“Yes.”
“Good.” Kaye moved from underneath him. Her asshole and face hurt but she felt absolutely fantastic. Wait till the girls heard why she was late and what fun she’d had.

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picious Minds

Paddy and his two friends are talking at work. His first friend says:”I think my wife is having an affair with the electrician. The other day I came home and found wire cutters under our bed and they weren’t mine.”
His second friend says:”I think my wife is having an affair with the plumber the other day I found a wrench under the bed and it wasn’t mine.”
Paddy says:”I think my wife is having an affair with a horse.”
Both his friends look at him with utter disbelief.
“No I’m serious. The other day I came home and found a jockey under our bed.”

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Seducing My Son:6

I woke up alone, feeling happy and a little sore. But it was a good sore. I flexed my ass, remembering how my son gave me a nice, rough fucking back there last night. I rubbed my pussy to soothe the tenderness there. Between my son and my husband, I’d had more sex this week than ever before in my life–and I was ready for more!
It was Saturday, and imagining the possibilities for the day made me wet. I got up and put on my robe. I was tying the sash when I realized there was no reason for modesty any longer, and left it hang open then headed for the kitchen. It felt so feeing to be walking around the house practically naked and not having to care who might see me.
I assumed that Don had taken Evan out golfing, but then I heard the TV on in the living room. I went to check it out.
I found the two of them there sitting on the sofa next to each other, their robes open and they were both jerking off to whatever was on the television. It was a beautiful surprise, and I was shocked (and a little jealous that they were playing without me).
“Morning, hon,” my husband greeted me cheerfully, never slowing his stroke. “I’m showing Evan our old sex tape.”
“You’re my new favorite porn star, Mom!”
Now along with being shocked and jealous, I was also embarrassed and excited. I looked at the screen and saw myself holding my pussy wide open for the camera. The view pulled back and I watched myself grab a huge dildo and begin fucking it.
“Oh, my God, look at my hair!”
“I know, Mom, that’s quite the bush you had back then!”
“I meant my hairstyle, not down there,” I laughed. “But you’re right, look at that jungle!”
I looked at my boys playing with their cocks and had no choice but to join them. I sat down on the chair and pulled my robe open, too.
“Are you going to play with your cunt, Mom?”
A little chill ran through me. “Say that again.” I told Evan and smiled wickedly.
“Are you going to spread you legs, put your fingers in your hot, wet pussy, and play with your horny cunt?”
“Don’t mind if I do, sweet heart.” I opened my legs, licked my fingers, and touched my wetness. I could hear myself moaning on the video and looked up to see the screen filled with my hairy pussy. The view panned down as I slipped a finger in my ass while continuing to plunge the big dildo into my hole.
My attention flitted between the sexy scene of my younger self, and my boys sitting on the sofa stroking off next to each other (like it was the most natural thing in the world). I noticed that their strokes were in sync, up and down their cocks at the same time and the same speed. Adorable.
They were distracted as well–looking from the screen to the real thing between my legs and back again. A warm glow came over me as I tried to appreciate how lucky I was to be sitting here in our living room on an otherwise normal Saturday afternoon masturbating with my family so openly and comfortably.
The scene shifted and my husband’s cock came into view on TV. The dildo went away and he rubbed himself around my hole then slipped inside me.
“This is so great,” Evan said. “I love watching you guys fuck. It’s looks so good when Dad’s cock goes into your pussy, Mom.”
“It feels good, too!” I added with a giggle. I slipped two fingers inside my pussy.
“Dad, I’m getting close. I’m going to cum soon.”
“Go ahead, buddy, I’m watching.” My husband turned his attention to our son’s cock. Evan jacked himself harder, now looking only at me, as I leaned back in my chair fingering my twat and playing with my tits.
“Mom’s cunt looks so pretty. I love my mom’s cunt. Watch me jerk off, Dad. Look at me make my cock cum!” He lifted his hips and the cum spurted out of him accompanied by a loud moan. He caught he breath, then said, “Now you, Dad.”
My husband sat back and began whacking away real fast and within seconds he was pumping a fresh load of cum out onto his belly. He didn’t squirt as far, but it looked like he released more cum than Evan, and it was slowly flowing down over his cock and across his knuckles. I watched how they looked at one another then, each strangely fascinated with the other’s cock and cum. I almost felt like I was intruding on too private a moment between them. But of course that only made me hornier.
Now that they had both gotten themselves off they turned their attention to me. I scooted down in the chair so my back was on the seat and my butt hanging out in the air. My feet were planted wide apart and I was playing with my clit with one hand and my pussy hole with the other.
Evan reached over without looking and took hold of his father’s cock. He twisted it lightly in his grip. Without my son’s eyes ever leaving my body, his thumb found its way up to Don’s piss hole, and rubbed the drops of cum remaining there, spreading his spent semen around the head of his dad’s cock.
This scene was too much for me and my pussy began to convulse around my fingers. My first orgasm of the day bolted through me like a feathery freight train. I didn’t let up and kept strumming my clit as my husband leaned over and sucked on the tip of my son’s cock, cleaning the cum from it. That kicked off another orgasm right on top of my last. If this was how the day was starting, I couldn’t wait to see how it was going to end!
After recovering, we got cleaned up and decided to go out for lunch. We sat down at the table and talked about what was going on at work and in the world. To anyone else we appeared to be your normal, average family. No one here had any idea that we spent the morning jerking off together, or that my son had fucked me last night. It made me feel strangely alive to have this incredible secret.
“Welcome to–oh, hi Evan,” our perky little waitress said when she appeared.
“Hey, Mandy. I didn’t know you worked here.”
“Just started last weekend. Can I get you guys some drinks?” She took our orders, gave Evan a cute smile, and sashayed off to get our drinks.
“Friend of yours?” I asked.
“She was at Corey’s party,” Evan mumbled, watching her intently until she disappeared into the kitchen.
My husband caught my eye as I was about to say something else, and he just shook his head. I knew he was right and bit my tongue.
We had a great meal together. Mandy stopped by our table more than she needed to, and even sneaked us a free desert that we all shared. I felt like we were closer as a family than ever in that moment.
As we left the restaurant, Evan paused at the door with a look of uncertainty.
“I forgot something, I’ll catch up,” he said and went back inside.
Don and I went to the car, and in a few minutes saw Evan coming out with an ear-to-ear smile on his face. He climbed into the back seat nearly bouncing with excitement.
“So, what’d you forget, sport?” my husband quizzed him knowingly.
“I forgot to get Mandy’s number!” He proudly displayed a napkin with a phone number on it.
“Way to go, my man!”
“She is so cute,” I gushed. “You guys are going to make an adorable couple. When are you going out, and where? Do you need something new to wear–”
“Mom! Chill! We’re not getting married, just going on a date,” he laughed at how worked up I was getting. Don gave me one of his looks. I clamped down on my tongue again and tried to behave.
“I’m sorry, honey. I’m really happy for you, that’s all.”
We got home and Evan headed off to his room and closed the door. Don puttered around out in the yard and I took care of a few things around the house. I ejected our sex tape from the VCR and was going to put it back in its hiding place, but then decided to leave it out in case Evan wanted to look at it some more. I now hated the idea of him masturbating without me there to see. He was probably in his room right now thinking about Mandy’s perky little tits, and tight ass and jerking off. What a darling.
I couldn’t wait for evening to come. I took a nice bath, which I immediately realized was a mistake. I usually masturbate when I pamper myself like that, but I wanted to save it for later. It was like I was torturing myself. I shaved my pussy, then my legs and under my arms. I dried off, rubbed lotion all over my body and went to my bedroom to select my outfit.
I was a little worried that Evan might not want to play tonight now that he had the prospect of a girl his own age. I know that was the whole point of what Don and I were doing with him, giving him the confidence to get out there and find someone he liked, but I had one more fantasy I wanted to live out before we were done.
I decided that this was the night for the emerald green corset. It was an involved process just getting this little number on; a lot of cinches, and straps, and buckles. It was snugger than the last time I had worn it, but I managed to get myself squeezed in. The top had only half cups for my breasts, and it pushed them up and out–like they were being presented to you on a tray.
Next, I slipped on a pair of sheer thigh-high stockings. They gave just the right sheen to my legs, making them look smooth and shapely. I then dug my pair of dominatrix boots out of the back of the closet. They were shiny black vinyl, had a four inch heel, and came up almost to my knee. I pulled them on and was admiring myself in the mirror when Don came in, all sweaty from working in the yard.
“Game on?” he asked excitedly.
“I’m not sure,” I said with a hint of worry. “I haven’t seen him since we got back from lunch.”
“Don’t worry,” he came and gave me a hug. His manly scent was strong and the thought of him throwing me down on the floor and fucking my brains out while he was all dirty and smelly flashed through my mind. “As soon as he sees you in this get-up he’ll be hard as a rock and rarin’ to go, babe.”
“Go get cleaned up,” I kissed him, “this is your big night. You ready to take it to the next level?”
“To be honest, I haven’t been able to think about anything else all day.” He gave my bare ass a hearty squeeze and headed for the shower.
I was getting more turned on by the minute, I might just cum before we even get started! After trying on five different pairs of panties, three g-strings, and one crotchless number, I decided to wear nothing. I loved the way my lips were puffed up after shaving and by my extended arousal. I put on my white satiny robe and headed down to Evan’s room.
I knocked and waited this time until I heard him invite me in. I opened the door and he was standing up from his bed wearing just a pair of tight boxer briefs. They hugged his muscular buttocks and I could clearly see the outline of his semi-erect shaft. I was almost sexier than seeing him naked.
“Are you going out with Mandy tonight?” I asked praying he’d say no.
“Next Friday,” he said with a self-satisfied grin.
“Any plans for tonight?”
“Sam wanted to go to the movies, but it looks likes you have something else in mind.” He nodded toward my boots. I realized how silly I must look in my robe and mistress-boots!
“I think you should go out with Sam,” I opened my robe and let it fall. The cool air hit my bare nipples and freshly shaven pussy lips and a shiver ran through me. “It would be good for you to hang out with your friends for a change.”
After all we had done together over the past week, it was especially gratifying to see his reaction. As my husband would say, ‘he didn’t know whether to shit or go blind.’ I could see his cock growing in his shorts, and he rushed over to me, grabbed me in his arms and started sucking one of my nipples. Hard!
It was exactly the reaction I was hoping for, and I was shamelessly thrilled.
“Slow down, baby!” I laughed and pulled him away from my breast. He grabbed my wrists and dove back in on my other nipple. Sucking and biting aggressively. “Hey!” I cried, “Listen to your mother! Stop it!” I was so excited by the way he was treating my body that I couldn’t make myself sound serious.
I stepped back quickly. My nipple stretched and popped out of his mouth giving me a tingle up my spine. He came forward again, took me by the shoulders and kissed me. This wasn’t the soft, tender kind of kiss we’d shared before, this was a strong kiss filled with lust and passion. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me. I pushed him away with some effort.
“Suck me,” I blurted out without thinking.
He dropped to his knees and I mounted his face. His tongue and lips ravaged me. My clit, my hole, my entire vulva were the objects of his frenzied oral attack.
“Your pussy tastes so good, Mom. I love your cunt so much!”
“Oh my God, you suck me so good, baby. But don’t make me cum. I don’t want to cum yet.” This was going to be almost impossible! He put a finger inside me and sucked my clit like a baby sucks his bottle. I was about to explode. “Give me your cock! Let me suck your cock.
He stood up, his lips and cheeks coated with a shiny layer of my pussy juices. I dropped to my knees in front of my son and tore down his shorts. His hard cock sprung out, hitting me in the face. He must have noticed the little trill of pleasure that escaped my throat because he seized his cock and slapped it lightly against my cheek. I turned my face, inviting another. And he slapped me with his meaty rod a little harder. I turned the other cheek, and he gave me another one, even harder. I snatched his prick into my mouth and began sucking.
“That’s it, Mom, swallow my cock. Suck me like the slutty mom you are.” I love it when my man talks dirty, and my son was really pressing all the right buttons for me. “You want my balls, Mom? You want to suck on my big, hairy balls?”
“Yes, I want my son’s balls in my mouth,” I panted and opened up. He stuffed his scrotum into my waiting mouth and I tongued his soft, young balls.
“Mom, I’m gong to cum all over your face.” He was stroking himself.
“No,” I said breathlessly. “I don’t want you to cum yet either.” As soon as I finished saying that I took his cock back into my mouth. I hadn’t felt him shoot directly into my throat yet. I hadn’t tasted his cum straight from his cock, and I wanted that so badly right then. But I didn’t want to spoil my plan. I forced myself to release his cock, and remained motionless on my knees trying to muster my willpower.
“Mom, I was so close. Please, suck me some more.”
“You keep quiet, young man,” I told him sternly and smacked him on the butt. I went to where his pants were draped over the back of his chair and removed his belt from the loops. I gave him a little whack on the butt with it and he yelp. Oops, I didn’t think it would sting that much! “That’s what you get for not listening to your mother.”
I made a loop in the belt and slipped it over his head and tightened it a little and led him down to my bedroom on my improvised leash. When we got there my husband was waiting on the bed. He was hard, and I suspect he heard us playing down the hall.
“I thought we had a strict policy against dogs in the bedroom, hon,” Don joked.
“This one’s been a bad puppy,” I said as I removed the ‘leash.’
“Did he pee on the carpet again?”
“He was humping my mouth with his naughty cock like a bad doggie.” I slapped him on the ass. “Now get on the bed and suck your father’s cock!” I commanded.
“I like this training method!” Don lay back and prepared to be pleasured. Evan crawled up the bed between his father’s legs and dutifully began sucking his cock. I wanted to stay and watch, but I had some more equipment I needed to prepare. I gave Evan’s balls a squeeze, gave my hubby a wink, and went into the bathroom.
“Evan,” I called from the bathroom as I was getting myself ready, “don’t let Daddy cum yet either!”
Once everything was in place, I stepped out of the bathroom. Not being able to resist a little drama I stood with my hands on my hips and my shoulders thrown back and like I was some kind of superhero. The boys looked over and saw me standing proudly in my green corset, high boots, and sporting my very own hard-on thanks to the strap-on dildo I was now wearing.
Evan’s jaw dropped, and my husband just smiled–he knew what was coming.
“Roll over, Rover,” I said as I approached the bed. My husband obeyed and turned face-down on the bed. I climbed up onto the bed and handed Evan the lube. “You got to watch your Dad fucking me, now you get to see me fucking Dad.”
“You’re going to put that in Dad’s ass?” His eyes dropped down to the hard, blue dildo jutting out from my crotch.
“We want to share everything with you, honey, and this is one of the things we like to do. Are you up for it?”
“What does it look like?” Evan was referring to his straining erection.
“All right then, you did such a good job lubing up my ass last night, would you like to do the honors for your dear ol’ dad?”
“Sure thing.” He squeezed a big blob of jelly into his hand. Don opened his legs some, and I spread his butt cheeks apart exposing his hairy asshole. My son reached down and smeared the lube onto his father’s puckered hole. Evan’s hands were shaking with excitement.
“Don’t be cheap with that stuff, son,” Don called back. “Make sure I’m good and slick.” Evan applied more lube and without any instruction slipped a finger into his father’s asshole. I could feel my clit pulsing with delight at seeing that. He added another finger and loosened up his dad’s ‘man-gina’ (as Don jokingly referred to it).
Once Evan determined my husband was ready, he turned to me and lubed up my ‘cock.’
“You ready to take it in the ass, hon?”
“It’s all yours, babe.” Don brought his knees under him and lifted his butt up to the level of my cock. I moved into position between his legs and readied my phallus. Evan stood up on the bed and positioned himself astride my husband’s back facing me. He would have an eagle-eye view from there.
My son bent down and kissed my lips, then spread his father’s cheeks open for me. I leaned forward, holding the base of the fake cock with one hand, and penetrated my husband’s ass. The dildo slid easily into his well-greased orifice and I watched as a broad smile spread across Evan’s face. I pulled back and thrust into my husband. The harness was a little loose, but I was still able to drive my point home with authority.
“Mom, you are totally fucking Dad’s ass right now.”
“That’s right.” I slapped Don’s cheek nice and hard. “Your dad is my little bitch. He loves getting fucked in the ass with a nice, hard cock. Don’t you?” SLAP!
“Oh, yeah. Fuck me, fuck my ass, baby”
Evan stood up straight and put his cock to my lips. I took him in and sucked him as I continued to ram into my husband. After only a few strokes in my mouth, he pulled out and leaned down to suck each of my nipples in turn. He then reached around and grabbed his father’s dangling cock and fondled him. Evan wanted it all.
“You like watching your dad get fucked, Evan? You like seeing Mommy’s big cock in Daddy’s asshole?”
“God, Mom, it’s so exciting.” His expression changed suddenly, as if struck by a realization. He looked at me with a determined look. “Mom, I want to try.”
“What, honey? What do you want to try?” I could feel my heart thumping in anticipation. He licked his lips and looked once more at the fake penis plunging in and out of his father.
“I want to fuck Dad. I want to put my cock in Dad’s ass and fuck him.”
“Are you really sure? You want this for yourself, and not just to please us?”
“I’ve always thought about it, and this is my chance. I love you guys, and I want this with you. I have to find out if it’s what’s right for me, and I want to find out with the people I trust the most in the world.”
I just nodded and kissed him on the forehead. It was such a relief to hear him express himself like that. I knew then that this wasn’t all just some wicked plot to get my own sexual thrills, but that we were actually helping my son become his own man.
I pulled out and moved aside. I grabbed the lube and applied it to Evan’s rock hard cock. I added some more to Don’s ass and held my breath.
“Go easy back there, buddy,” Don said only half-jokingly.
“I’ll try, Dad.”
Even pressed his cock against his father’s ass, and after a brief moment of resistance he was in. Don moaned as his anus was stretched, and Evan shuddered with pleasure as he eased his cock deeper inside his father. It was so beautiful to witness that moment of my two most loved men joining together in this ultimate union.
I realized that I was reflexively stroking my fake cock as I watched. I quickly undid the straps and took the contraption off, never taking my eyes off the sight of my son making love to my husband’s ass. I couldn’t resist reaching out and touching the place where they came together. I mimicked Evan from the previous night and wrapped my fingers around his cock so he was fucking through my hand into Don’s ass. This was the culmination of all my fantasies, and I was enthralled.
“I can’t see anything from up here,” Don complained. “Can I turn around, maybe?”
Evan pulled out and his father rolled over onto his back and pulled his legs up, presenting his asshole once more to his son. Don’s cock was stiff and his clean shaven balls were spread out, all loose and relaxed. Evan moved back in and buried his cock once more in his father’s willing asshole.
I propped some pillows under Don’s head so he could get a better view, then kissed him passionately. I lay alongside my husband and we watched together. I fingered my hard clit gently, teasing myself at the edge of orgasm.
My husband watched his son fuck him with a funny mix of pride and pleasure. Evan, meanwhile, was staring down at his father’s ass and cock. Don’s penis bounced with each thrust and made for a mesmerizing sight. I reached down and stroked his erection, occasionally sliding my hand down to feel my son entering his ass.
“How is it, Evan?” I breathed. “Does it feel good to fuck a man’s asshole?”
“It does feel good, Mom. He’s so tight, and strong. I love looking at Dad’s cock while I fuck him.”
“Are you going to cum?”
“Yes, Mom. I’m ready to explode!”
“Do you want to cum in your father’s tight ass?”
“Yes, Mom! Oh, God, yes!”
“Do it, baby! Fill your dad’s asshole with your cum!”
“I’m cumming! Watch me cum, Mom! I’m cumming, ahhhh!” Evan thrust deep into Don’s ass and released his pent up load of hot cum. Don took the shock of Evan’s hard thrust without flinching and watched his son’s ecstatic expression as he pumped spurt after spurt of semen inside him. Don never experienced anything like that when I fucked him in the ass!
Evan remained still for a long time, eyes closed, coming down from his orgasm. His cock remained pressed deep within. I could feel my own juices leaking onto my thigh as I lay suspended in that intimately quiet moment with my two lovers.
Evan pulled out, but still no one spoke. I looked at my husband’s face. I searched for signs of regret, or shame, or maybe disgust. Evan’s eyes were cast down. Was he driven to this by nothing more than teenage lust? Was he only now becoming aware that he’s violated some personal boundary in the heat of the moment? It would be me that he will blame. And rightly so. My throat tightened, and I couldn’t breathe.
Evan lifted his eyes and looked at his father.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” he shook his head, and I felt a cold dread in my chest. “My own father…” A smile slowly transformed Evan’s face. “I love you, Dad.”
“I…I love you, too, buddy.”
Evan lay down atop his father and gave him a hug. I was able to breathe again, overcome with relief.
“I know this probably wasn’t easy for you,” Evan said to his father. “But it means a lot to me that you were willing to do that for me.”
“Your mother deserves most of the credit,” Don smiled. “She’s the one who put me up to it.” He tussled Evan’s hair and looked into his son’s eyes. “And I’m damn glad she did, too.”
“Thanks, Mom.”
“You’re welcome, honey.” I joined the family hug. “I’ll say it again, we just want you to be happy, whatever it takes.”
“You know what would make me very happy right now?” Evan asked.
“What’s that, sweet heart?”
“If Dad would return the favor.”
“You want your father to fuck you in the ass, honey?” I asked, feeling the thrill rising between my legs. Evan nodded enthusiastically.
“I thought you’d never ask! Lube up that boy of yours, hon, I’m goin’ in!”
Evan took his father’s place, lying on his back. He lifted his legs and let me rub the jelly onto his ass. His father and I spent a good long while loosening him up; first with our fingers, then with the blue dildo, and finally Evan said he was ready. Don got between his son’s legs and gently slid his cock into his boy. Evan trusted his father enough to relax and enjoy yet another sexual first.
“This feels so weird,” Evan marveled. “But good.”
“I’ve never been more turned on in my life,” I said as I watched them together and touched myself. I was so happy.
“Mom, you haven’t even cum yet,” my son reminded me between moans of pleasure. “Let me lick your pussy.”
I wasn’t about to turn down that offer, and I straddled his face. My son began licking my pussy and clit. I was facing my husband as he rhythmically fucked Evan’s ass. We exchanged a smile, and he gave me a wink.
“That’s it, baby, suck my pussy,” I groaned. “You suck my cunt so good.” It seemed like only a matter of seconds before he coaxed an orgasm from me. Don leaned over and took one of my hard nipples into his mouth and pulled at it. I pressed my clit back against Evan’s lips, ready for him to suck me off again.
“Atta boy, Evan, make your old lady cum some more!” Don cheered him on.
I fucked my sons face, rotating my hips and feeling the tip of his nose rubbing at the entrance of my pussy hole. My husband sucked one of my nipples, while I tugged hard on the other. In no time my whole body was being rocked by another orgasm.
Don increased his pace, humping his son’s virgin ass faster and faster. He grunted and pulled out, firing off a huge surge of cum right onto Evan’s balls. My husband milked his cock some more, and further drenched his son’s nuts.
As soon as he was done I was down there sucking my husband’s fresh cum off of my boy’s big, hairy balls. As I hungrily licked up the semen, Evan slipped a finger in my pussy and sucked me to orgasm yet again. This boy was a genius with his tongue!
After a few minutes to catch our breath, we all took a shower, and got back into bed clean and refreshed. We cuddled up together to go to sleep, but no one was sleepy. Evan and his father took turns making love to me, then I sucked each of them off afterward. We formed a circle on the bed so that Don was eating my pussy, I was sucking Evan’s cock, and Evan was sucking his Dad’s cock. After almost an hour of trying every combination we could think of, we tried once more to get to sleep.
But Evan was still hard, so I jerked him off onto my tits. Watching this got Don excited again, and he jerked off his semi-hard cock, producing only a few small droplets of cum. All this jerking got me going again, and I fingered myself to another orgasm. I had easily reached double digits that night (a new record for me).
We finally fell asleep only a couple hours before sunrise; together, naked, and happy.
These early days of exploration and experimentation with my son and husband were some of the most exciting sexual experiences of my life. Evan and I continued to have sex for many years afterward. My husband would sometimes join in, but my son and I mostly carried on just the two of us. In the months following our initial wild week, Evan and I were able to take things slower, and spend a lot of time being intimate.
I taught him all the ways I knew how to please a woman, and he was eager to practice under my loving direction. He never failed to give me the most wonderful orgasms, and I made sure he knew my body was always available to him. One of my favorite little rituals we developed was when Evan would ask for me to put on a “Pussy Show” for him. He’d say something like, “Hey, Mom, how about a nice pussy show?” and I’d lie on my back, spread my legs, and open my pussy for him. Evan would stare at my exposed cunt and jerk off onto it. I would rub his semen all over myself then make myself cum.
Evan told me that he had enjoyed the things he had shared with his father, but he had come to learn for sure that he wasn’t gay, despite his earlier fantasies involving men. He and his father enjoyed playing with each other during our threesomes, and I found them masturbating together to porn on more than a few occasions, but he told me that he wasn’t really interested in pursuing a bisexual lifestyle either. For him it was a matter of curiosity, which was satisfied nicely within his own loving family.
He had become more confident and his self-esteem steadily improved. Evan was making new friends, and dated several girls his own age. The more social he became, the less time he spent around the house, and our sex lives together slowly waned. It was sad for me, but I knew I had to let him go and allow him to live his own independent life. What never went away was how close and open we could be with each other.
If Evan and I were watching TV together, for example, I could put my head in his lap and he would caress my breasts lovingly through my shirt. It didn’t have to lead to wild sex. It was these little intimacies between us that meant more to me in the long run. I also enjoyed being affection with my husband in front of our son without having to hold back. Don and I could kiss, and feel each other up while Evan watched and not have to be inhibited at all. It was so freeing and comfortable.
The last time Evan and I had sex was shortly before he met Melissa. We had only been together a few times that year, so it wasn’t like we were doing it much anyway at that time. But Melissa turned out to be ‘the one.’ My baby was in love.
They were married recently, and are very happy together. I’m pretty certain she doesn’t know about our family secret, but I often fantasize these days about Evan bringing her into our ‘inner circle.’ There’s a foursome I would love to try!
I can hardly wait to become a grandmother, with a nice handsome grandson or two…

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