


The Sitter

by dellagordo



Category: Incest/Taboo
Published: 2002-11-22
Updated: 2003-01-19
Packaged: 2017-04-21 00:08:14
Chapters: 4
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/the-sitter-ch-01
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=167578&page=submissions
Summary: <p>1. A young man's tryst with a house sitter leads to surprises.</p>
<p>2. The morning after.</p>
<p>3. Mom and Karen help him with his French.</p>
<p>4. Bill and Karen hit a stumbling block, but Mom helps out.</p>
Erotica Tags: Breath Fell, Dear Karen, Incest/Taboo, Kissed Fiercely, Mom
Managed, Mom Threw, Pressed Abdomen, Roof Womb, Tits Bobbing, Tremendous
Breasts, Weeping Pussy
Average Rating: 4.75





TABLE OF CONTENTS


The Sitter Ch. 01

The Sitter Ch. 02

The Sitter Ch. 03

The Sitter Ch. 04




        The Sitter Ch. 01


**An Oedipus County Tale**  
  
_This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is
purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be
duplicated. It's all pretend, folks._  
  
CHAPTER ONE  
  
At eighteen, I was bit on the scrawny side, bespectacled and shy. A textbook
case of a late bloomer, my adolescent growth spurt was a good four years late,
and I was just starting to gain the adult height and weight I'd eventually
develop. Not one of the popular kids at school by any means, and it wasn't
unusual for me to be home on a Friday night. Not that I never did anything' I
did have friends, and sometimes we'd catch a movie or tool around in my friend
Russ's car' but sometimes I'd stay home just for the hell of it. Well, truth
be told, there usually was a reason to stay in. Her name was Karen Wojnowski.  
  
You see, my mother was bit paranoid. We lived out in the hills, in a remote
location, and she was always afraid of someone breaking into the house. We had
a decent security system, but Mom preferred someone be home, particularly at
night. When I was sixteen, I suggested we get a dog, but it turned out Mom's
allergic. Mom's allergies proved to be my boon, because when Mom started
dating and one of my friends got a license, she decided to get one of her
friends to sit at the house, just to keep an eye on things. Which brings me to
Karen.  
  
Karen was twenty-eight years old, ten years younger than my mother was, and
absolutely gorgeous. She had bright green eyes, an aquiline nose, and full red
lips that always seemed to be pursed in thought. A smattering of freckles fell
across the bridge of her nose, but her complexion was otherwise flawless. A
mane of slightly curled auburn hair poured down her back, framing her heart
shaped face. She was easily one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen, but
that wasn't what made me grin like an idiot at the thought of her. As well as
being beautiful, she had an incredible pair of breasts, two perfectly shaped
melon-sized hemispheres that seemed to defy gravity, and she had the
delightful tendency to wear incredibly tight belly shirts that just thrust her
tits into people's faces. Karen was a good couple inches taller than I was at
the time, so her massive mammaries were almost at eye level. Quite trying for
a teenage boy whose body was just exploding with hormones.  
  
Mostly I felt terribly self-conscious, not only because I was an adolescent
with an unhealthy crush on an older woman, but Karen was really cool. She had
a great sense of humor, didn't talk down to me or call me "Billy" like most of
my mother's friends, and she was a bit of a sci-fi geek like me. She loved
sci-fi movies, even the crappy b-grade flicks, and we'd often sit and watch
them together, laughing at all the goofy parts and cracking jokes. She treated
me like a human being, rather than her friend's kid, and for that reason I
felt guilty that I obsessed about her so much.  
  
Most of my mother's friends were beautiful. Beauty attracts beauty, as my dad
used to say, before he ran off with his secretary and ditched both Mom and me.
When Karen and my mother Janine go out, it's difficult to tell who is getting
most of the stares. Mom is a towering six-one, with long straight blonde hair
that she likes to tie into a French braid. Her eyes are an icy blue, her nose
small and upturned, framed by high cheekbones and offset by full expressive
lips that often split to reveal neat, even teeth. Mom is a sun-worshipper, and
spends a good deal of her free time (what little she has) in the backyard by
the pool soaking up the rays. I have to admit she fills out her yellow bikini
very nicely. I may be her son, but it's difficult not to notice her full
breasts, narrow waist, and flaring hips. Her legs are long, sculpted by hours
doing laps in the pool and biking around the hills near our house. Mom likes
to keep in shape; she went on a total fitness kick after dad left and she's
kept to the regimen religiously ever since.  
  
I've inherited my mother's coloring: blond hair, blue eyes, tan easily. I'm
about average for my age, maybe even a little thin. A touch of myopia ensures
I have to wear glasses all the time, and though I spend almost as much time
biking and swimming as I do reading, I'm still more than a bit of a geek. I'd
just started my senior year, was looking forward to graduation and the freedom
of college, and I had little resembling a social life. So a night watching
movies with Karen while Mom took one of her clients out to dinner didn't sound
like a bad idea to me. The thing is, I had to give Mom the impression I was
going out so she would have Karen over. Then I'd pretend to cancel and spend
the evening with Karen.  
  
Yes, okay, totally lame. But I was absolutely infatuated with her, and too
young and inexperienced to ever make my feelings known to a woman like her. If
all I could have was a night in front of the VCR with her once in a while, I'd
take it.  
  
Mom kissed me on the head, ruffled my hair, and made me promise to be good.
She had a devilish gleam in her eye, and I grinned self-consciously, figuring
Mom knew all about my crush. Karen put an arm around me and pulled me to her,
my head settling against her left breast. It was warm and soft, and I turned
bright red, feeling my dick begin to harden in my pants. I think Karen said
something like, "Don't worry about us, Jan. You go and have a good time, and
knock 'em dead."  
  
Mom smiled with that same gleam, only this time she was looking at Karen, and
then she was out the door. Karen released me, and I stepped away as if bitten.
Karen didn't seem to notice. "I brought some vids," she said. "Why don't you
make the popcorn and I'll set up in the living room."  
  
"Okay," I mumbled, heading into the kitchen. I threw a bag of popcorn in the
microwave and poured us a couple of Cokes. While I waited for the popcorn to
pop, I thought about my head on her breast, and imagined what it would feel
like without the t-shirt in the way.  
  
"How's it going in there'" Karen called from the living room, snapping me out
of my reverie. I self-consciously adjusted myself to hide my hard-on, and
filled a bowl with the popcorn. Balancing the bowl and the Cokes, I went into
the living room.  
  
Karen sat on the couch, her hair tied back into a ponytail and her jeans-clad
legs stretched out on the coffee table. A pile of videotapes sat on the table
by her leg, one of them open. She had the remote in hand and hit the start
button as I set the bowl on the table. She took the Coke with a smile and
hooked a handful of popcorn.  
  
"What are we watching'" I asked.  
  
"A cinematic gem known colloquially as Gamera vs. Knife-head," she explained.
"It stars a giant turtle, a low-scale Godzilla if there ever was one, and a
teenage Richard Burton. You'll like it, I promise." She laughed, and pointed
at the TV screen with her Coke, directing my attention.  
  
She was right, it turned out. Japanese monster movies were some of our
favorites. The combination of fantastic miniatures, goofy rubber costumes, and
nonsensical stories usually had us in stitches. After one or two of those,
we'd throw in Star Wars or a Star Trek movie or something, just to reaffirm
our faith in the genre. One night Karen showed me Blade Runner, which blew my
mind. However, that night we never made it that far, and to this day I still
don't know which *good* movie Karen rented to watch that night.  
  
When the giant monster with the steak knife for a head rose out of the ground,
Karen laughed so hard she spilled her Coke. All over her shirt. The soda
soaked into the fabric immediately, and I saw two dents rise, responding to
the cold. "Dammit," Karen muttered softly, still chuckling. She gave me a
mischievous look that I tried to meet. "I should be old enough to hold my
Coke," she said. "Could you get me a paper towel'"  
  
I didn't want to move. Mostly I didn't want to look away, but I was also
afraid that if I stood, my boner would be painfully visible. "Uh..." I started
to say, but Karen's smile widened. "Never mind," she said. "I'll do it." She
hopped to her feet, bouncing all the way up, and scampered into the kitchen.
In her absence, I tried to adjust my pants again, but realized there was no
way I could do it and hide the evidence of my arousal.  
  
I had moments to make my escape, and I took it. I ran upstairs to my room,
eased the door closed and dropped onto my bed. As easy as one, two, three, I
had my pants unsnapped, unzipped, and my raging hard-on in hand. It felt
harder than it had ever been before, and I flexed it, feeling it swell in my
hand. I thought about Karen's breasts, soaked with soda, with nipples
hardened, distending the material of her shirt. I wished I knew what they
looked like beneath that belly shirt, how they would feel cupped in my hands,
or -- oh my God -- how they would taste. I was a stroke or two away from
erupting when the door to my room opened.  
  
Karen poked her head in, wearing one of Mom's shirts -- tighter on her than it
was on Mom -- and opened her mouth to say something. No words came out, but
her mouth hung open, and her green eyes widened.  
  
Time froze, and I thought crazily that I should have run into the bathroom to
whack off; she would have at least knocked before bursting into the bathroom
and make me die of embarrassment.  
  
Motor skills returned slowly, and I rolled over onto my side, trying to hide
myself and tuck it away. It wasn't cooperating. My dick should have wilted
immediately, but instead it remained stiff as a board. I could feel my face
flushing, turning bright crimson, and my chest constricted, making it hard to
breathe.  
  
I heard Karen pad into the room softly, and then felt my bed shift under her
weight. She put a hand on my arm, her skin warm against my own. "I'm sorry,
Bill," she said. "I should have knocked. When I came back to the living room
and you were gone, I wanted to make sure you were okay." When I didn't say
anything, she asked, "Are you okay'"  
  
"Yeah," I croaked out. "I'm sorry," I spit out.  
  
"You have nothing to be sorry about," she told me. "Most natural thing in the
world, believe me."  
  
That caught my attention, even as I was beginning to catch my breath.
"Really'"  
  
"Sure. Hell, I do it all the time myself." Karen chuckled softly. "I've even
had roommates stumble in on me when I'm doing it. Talk about embarrassing."  
  
I craned my neck around to look at her. She wore a reassuring smile, and, I
noticed, there was a gleam in her eye that reminded me of the look my mother
had given me before she went out. "Can I ask you something, though'" she said.
I nodded, unable to speak. "Were you thinking about me'"  
  
I could only stare, opening and closing my mouth like a fish as my dick
swelled with blood.  
  
"I thought so," she said. "You know, Bill, I have to admit I'm quite
flattered." The hand on my arm slid down to my chest, and I started breathing
heavily again. "I mean, that's a rather large piece of equipment for a --"  
  
"-- boy my age'" I finished.  
  
"Man your age," she corrected. The hand moved down to my lower abdomen. My
prick jutted out as hard as it had ever been, throbbing now in anticipation,
precum leaking from the tip and trailing down its length. So hard now that the
tip almost reached my belly button, and I felt myself grow harder as Karen's
palm brushed against my stomach. "I have one more question," she said, her
voice lower, almost husky.  
  
"Wh-what's that'" I asked. My voice cracked, but I couldn't have possibly
gotten any redder at that point.  
  
"Do you want to finish this by yourself. . . or with a little help'"  
  
"Help," I said with a croak that turned to a groan as Karen's hand wrapped
around the base of my cock, squeezing slightly. She leaned over me with a
smile, her heavy breasts pressing into my chest as I turned to meet her. Her
lips brushed against mine, her green eyes boring into my blue ones as her
tongue extended out to taste me. I mimicked her movement, parting my lips
slightly, and she thrust her tongue into my mouth. I could taste popcorn and
soda and the jasmine tang of her lipstick, as her tongue assaulted mine and I
fought back as much as I could, trying to get into her mouth as well. We
traded one another back and forth, my tongue invading her mouth, hers dueling
mine. All the while her hand expertly stroked my hardness, her palm gently
squeezing the spongy tip; using my own cream to coat my cock until it was
slick and sloppy.  
  
She pulled back. Her face was flushed, her cheeks pink and her freckles
darkened. She was breathing almost as hard as I was, and she smiled. "Where'd
you learn to kiss like that'" she asked me.  
  
"Nowhere," I admitted.  
  
"That was your first kiss'" she asked, hand still stroking my cock.  
  
"Yeah," I admitted. "You're my first everything," I added.  
  
Karen shook her head in disbelief. "Your mother is going to kill me," she
said. At the mention of my mother, my cock inexplicably jumped in her hand.
She arched an eyebrow, but didn't remark on it, other than an enigmatic,
"Hmmm."  
  
She released my cock, and I groaned again as it swung free. "Well, if I'm
you're first 'everything,' we should try out as much as we possibly can." She
sat up, took her t-shirt by the hem, and pulled it over her head. She wasn't
wearing a bra. Naked, her huge breasts bounced before me, soft yet firm, milk
white with a delicate tracery of blue veins beneath the surface. She had
freckles scattered across her breastbone and the upper slopes of her breasts.
Her nipples and areolas were strawberry pink and distended, puffy and begging
to be sucked.  
  
Without thinking I lurched forward and fastened my lips to her left nipple,
nipping and sucking instinctively. I was rewarded with a gasp and a moan from
Karen. She put a hand against the back of my head, pushing me into her tit. I
reached up to put my hand on her other breast, weighing it with my palm,
teasing the distended nipple with my fingertips. She tasted like jasmine, the
scent she wore, and I wanted to taste as much of her as I possibly could. I
switched over to the other nipple, trailing my tongue across the left breast
to the canyon between and over the slope of the right one, before once more
fastening my lips to a nipple. Karen continued to moan and ruffle my hair.  
  
She pushed me away and leaned down, kissing me again, her tongue assaulting me
once more. The hard nubs of her nipples pressed into my chest, the weight of
her hot, spongy breasts falling against me. I felt her hands on my hips,
yanking my shirt up over my stomach, and disengaged from me in order to pull
it up over my head. Then her naked breasts pressed against my own naked chest,
her skin burning where it touched mine, and I could feel her heart beating
against my own. We kissed again. I wrapped my arms around her as she began
tugging at my pants, pulling my jeans and my boxers down. My pants were
quickly tangled, and we broke away once more so I could kick them free.  
  
She regarded me with a hungry look, and then kissed and nibbled at my neck,
her heavy breasts pressing against my chest. She moved lower, her lips
brushing across my own nipples, her tongue tracing trails across my abdomen.
Karen's breasts brushed against my hardened cock, and she caught it between
them, trapping it for a moment in the exquisite softness between her tits. I
groaned in wonder and pleasure, and she smiled wickedly at me, still with that
hungry look.  
  
She grabbed me by the base of my cock and levered it away from my abdomen,
straightening it so that it pointed its angry purple head at her face. With a
low growl in her throat she bent down, tongue lashing out to taste me. My cock
throbbed in her hand, trying to leap forward, but she kept me steady. Her full
lips enveloped the head of my cock, sucking slightly. I'd never felt such
intense pleasure in my life, and I couldn't suppress a moan. "Oh my God,
that's amazing."  
  
Karen lifted her head long enough to tell me, "You haven't seen anything yet."
Then her lips enveloped me again, sliding down the length of my cock, encasing
me in a velvet warmth. She began to suck, her tongue and mouth pulling at my
cock, urging me onward. Instinctively I began to thrust into her mouth, but
she placed a palm against my stomach and pulled away with a sucking sound. "If
you do that, you'll choke me. Relax and enjoy," she said, and bent down to
swallow me once more. She pulled back so that only the head of my cock swelled
on her tongue, and then moved forward, driving herself onto me, twisting and
sliding along the length of my cock, sucking all the while. Her saliva mixed
with my precum, coating the length of my hardness and slurping around the
edges of her lips. The slurping sounds alone were driving me wild, to say
nothing of how her ministrations felt, but I fought the urge to thrust again
and tried to enjoy it while it lasted.  
  
She released me from her mouth again, kissing and nibbling the length of my
cock, and took each of my balls into her mouth in turn, sucking each. Her
hand, still gripping the base of my dick, began to slide along my hardness,
tugging on me, jacking me as she sucked me off.  
  
Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore of the sweet torture, she broke
away from me and slid off the bed. "What --'" I started to ask, but she
shushed me.  
  
"I was priming the pump," Karen said, "but I don't want it going off just
yet." With that, she unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down her legs,
revealing a pair of pale pink panties. She hefted her weighty breasts in her
hands, tweaking the nipples with her fingers. "Do you'" she said.  
  
"No," I croaked, "not at all."  
  
"Good. Now get up." I looked at her blankly, but eventually moved at her
insistence. When I stood beside her, she grinned again and hooked her thumbs
into the waistband of her panties. In one quick movement she swept them off
and tumbled onto the bed, her tits bouncing and her legs spreading to reveal
her pussy. Framed by a neatly trimmed patch of auburn hair, the pink folds of
her moist cavern winked at me, opening slightly. I could see the moisture
gathered there, and more, I could smell it, a heady fragrance that made my
heart pound and my cock swell.  
  
"Your turn," Karen told me, grinning hugely.  
  
"What do I do'" I asked, dropping to one knee.  
  
"Pretend it's my mouth," she said. "And give her a kiss."  
  
So that's what I did. I leaned in low and kissed her pussy, my lips pressing
against her, my tongue tentatively penetrating her folds to tease and taste
her. "There you go," she said, her voice at a slightly higher pitch than
usual. Encouraged, I doubled my efforts, driving my tongue into her. the smell
was almost overwhelming, with my nose pressed into her bush, but the taste was
magnificent, salty and sweet at once, and I had to have more. I dug as deep as
I could, placing my hands on her silky thighs to widen my access. She moaned
when I touched a hard nubbin of flesh, her clit, so I concentrated on that,
assaulting it with my tongue and lips. Karen started to pant, her tits bobbing
as her breaths increased, and with each exhalation she gasped out a "yes" or a
"God" or a "Bill." And then, suddenly, her pussy clenched around my lips and
tongue, and her thighs scissored closed around my head. My mouth flooded with
nectar, and Karen's voice rose another octave as she wheezed out a long
"Yeeeeessssssssssssss!"  
  
Her thighs fell away and I raised my head, taking in a deep breath and licking
my lips. Karen had a lazy smile on her face, and I tried my best to return it.
She sat up, cupped my chin in her hand, and kissed me fiercely, licking her
own juices off my chin. "That was very good, Bill." She laughed, a light
sound. "That was better than good, that was fucking fantastic."  
  
"Thanks," I said, kissing her again.  
  
"No, thank you," she said. "Now, for the main event," she added, gripping my
cock and giving it a friendly squeeze. It lurched in her palm, and she pulled
me against her, thighs parting once again. We kissed as she pressed the head
of my cock against the nest of fur between her legs, and then pushed it
downward, into her opening. Instinctively I thrust forward, and this time
there was no resistance; she welcomed me with a groan as I drive into her, my
throbbing cock finding a happy home in her clasping pussy. She enveloped me,
her inner muscles massaging and pulling at me as I thrust and pulled back,
thrust and pulled back. Her hips rose up to meet me, urging me on. My lips
found her lips, her chin, her neck, and the canyon between her breasts, slick
with sweat. Her thighs wrapped around me, her calves pushing into my ass,
forcing me deeper inside her. Both of us moaned and grunted as our bodies
slammed together, flesh meeting flesh with a slapping sound.  

"Oh God, yes, fuck me Bill," she gasped. "I want to feel all of you inside
me."  
  
I thrust deeper, feeling her shift and accommodate me as I went deeper, and
then I reached a wall, the head of my cock cresting against the roof of her
womb. That was a trigger that set her off once more, and she gave a triumphant
cry, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a velvet vise, her body going
rigid and shivering beneath me. In response, I felt my cock lurch and throb
and a sudden stab of intense pleasure at the base of my cock -- and then I
erupted deep within her, jet after jet of cum blasting from my cock into her
womb. She shivered and came again, her hands gripping my shoulders tightly as
her legs tightened around my waist.  
  
At last I fell away, gasping for breath, my cock pulling itself from her
sheathe with a wet, sucking sound.  
  
"The worst part," Karen gasped, putting her hands on her belly. "I hate
feeling empty." She rolled over on top of me, sweat dampened locks of hair
falling on my face as she kissed me. "That was beautiful, my young man. You
fuck like a volcano."  
  
I laughed. "I don't know about that," I said, "but I agree about the beautiful
part." I tugged a stray lock of hair behind her ear to look her in the eye.
"Uh, Karen'"  
  
"Yes, Bill'"  
  
"Was that. . . uh. . . a one time thing'"  
  
She smiled and gave me a peck on my cheek. "Of course not," she said. "Why,
you ready to go again'"  
  
"Let me catch my breath first," I said, "and then, yeah."  
  
She laughed and sat up, tits bobbing hypnotically. "Then let's relax in the
Jacuzzi until you get your strength back," she suggested. The Jacuzzi was in
the master bath, off of Mom's room. I'd soaked in it a few times after long
hikes or a day spent biking in the hills around the house, but I'd never
shared the hot tub with a beautiful naked woman.  
  
"Okay," I said, reaching down to pick my glasses up off the floor. I didn't
remember losing them, but had to admit it could have happened any time during
the melee. As Karen rose and the bed shifted beneath me, I reached for my
pants.  
  
"Don't bother," Karen said, bouncing out of my room, the globes of her tight
little ass flexing as she left. I looked around, and shook my head. Running
around my house without any clothes on wasn't something I normally did, but
then this was turning out to be anything but a normal night. I hopped to my
feet and followed her down the hall, into my mother's room. The door to the
master bath was open, and I could hear water running already.  
  
I felt more than a little self-conscious walking through my mother's room
without wearing a stitch and a semi-hard cock waggling around, particularly
when I passed the mirror and saw myself, framed by my mother's bed and her
dresser. I blushed, not only at the situation, but also because I found myself
remembering the time I sneaked into Mom's room and went through her drawers,
checking out her bras and panties. I had to admit, seeing Mom sunbathing by
the side of the pool had gotten me curious. Still, I preferred the way I'd
discovered Karen's measurements: hands on.  
  
I heard water splashing, and hurried into the bathroom. Karen had settled into
the rapidly filling hot tub, and gave me a welcoming smile as I entered. I
remembered to slip off my glasses, settling them gently on the counter by the
sink, and then stepped into the water, wincing slightly at the heat. Karen
splashed me. "Don't be such a baby," she said.  
  
"Do I look like a baby'" I said, bending low and tweaking a nipple. She
swatted my hand away, but snuggled up when I sat down next to her. I cupped
her breasts as she nuzzled my neck and nipped at my chin. We kissed, tongues
dueling, as our hands roamed over one another's bodies. I cupped her ass,
squeezed and kneaded her flesh, massaged her thighs and played with her tits.
Her nipples tasted like strawberries, and I covered every inch of her breasts
with kisses. I dropped a hand into her lap and cupped her mound, teasing those
folds with a finger or two. In return, she stroked my lengthening rod and
cupped my swollen balls.  
  
We played in the water for a while, touching and kissing and caressing,
luxuriating in the feel of the water and our own bodies. In a way, this was
more special than the sex. The physical feelings weren't as intense, but the
emotional connection was stronger. There was genuine affection at work, rather
than simple hormones, and I started to believe a twenty-eight year old
knockout could have real feelings for an eighteen-year-old geek. I knew the
opposite was true, but it was in the hot tub that I actually started to
believe Karen really liked me.  
  
Seems dumb, doesn't it' But up until then all my sexual knowledge had come
from the occasional porno seen at a friend's house, or late-night viewing on
Cinemax, or the occasional naughty story or picture on the web. I thought sex
was something men and women just did, without any necessary emotional
commitment. I mean, my dad ran off with his secretary, you know' So it was
very nice, in the aftermath of that first furious fuck, to be able to relax
and just be with Karen for a little while.  
  
Still, it wasn't long before my cock was hard as an iron bar once more,
pressed against Karen's thigh. Karen's nipples, hard as diamonds, scraped
against my chest as we kissed, and I left her lips to play with her tits for a
while. Karen kneaded the back of my head as I did and pushed her breasts into
my face. I licked and sucked as much of her breasts as I possibly could, and
Karen moaned and sighed as I did. "My tits are so sensitive," she said, "and
you know all the right spots to hit."  
  
"Not too difficult," I murmured between kisses. "Nipples kind of stand out."  
  
She laughed. "Most guys would stop there," she sighed.  
  
"Well, you taste so good all over," I said, licking the valley between her
pendulous mammaries. I yelped as she grabbed my dick and gave it a squeeze.  
  
"I have a treat for you," she said.  
  
"More' This whole night has been better than a 'treat' so far."  
  
She grinned. "You'll like this, Bill. I promise. Stand up." I did as she
asked, water pouring down my body into the bubbling pool of the hot tub. Karen
left her hand on my dick, and the motion caused it to angle away from my
stomach towards her face. She gave it a quick peck on the tip that made the
purple head swell in anticipation. Karen rose to her knees in the water so
that her heavy breasts were parallel with my swollen cock. "I think you're
just big enough to fully enjoy this," she said, giving my cock another kiss,
this time using her tongue to tease the hole and taste my precum.  
  
Releasing my cock, she hefted her tits and pressed them against my cock,
wrapping them around my hardness, enveloping my dick in hot, spongy titflesh.
The tip of my prick peeked out from between her breasts, allowing her to
bestow another French kiss upon the head. Instantly I began to thrust against
her, flesh on flesh, the water from the hot tub mixing with my precum and
Karen's saliva to create the perfect lubricant. It was different from Karen's
cunt, not so tight or hot or powerful, but no less pleasurable. She used her
hands to squeeze her breasts and tighten their hold on my cock, and at the
apex of each thrust she was able to duck her chin and lash out with her tongue
to lick my cockhead. I braced my hands on Karen's shoulders to gain more
leverage and increased my pace, fucking her tits with all the speed and force
I could muster.  
  
"Mmmm," Karen gasped, "I love a good hard cock between my tits."  
  
My dick pulsed with each thrust, and I could feel the cockhead swell every
time her tongue touched me. My balls bounced against the underside of her
breasts. Her tits were almost coated with my cream as it practically sprayed
from my cock, and my shaft squelched as it slid against Karen's flesh. I could
feel the pressure building at the base of my dick. "Oh yes," Karen urged.
"Fuck my tits, I want to feel your cum all over me."  
  
"Oh my god," I groaned. "I'm going to cum any second!"  
  
"Yes!" Karen moaned. She pressed her tits even tighter against me, creating a
warm, slick vise. Tongue and lips pressed against my cockhead, and the cum
churned in my balls, waiting for release. My cock swelled, so hard that I
thought it might snap, yet still I assaulted her tits. My balls contracted,
tight as a fist, and my cock expanded, the spongy head turning dark purple and
doubling in size. "Yes," Karen said again, "spray your cum!"  
  
I groaned, feeling the first charge begin at the base of my cock, and I cried
out, without thinking. "Here it comes, Karen!" She squealed in delight as my
cock surged from her cleavage and its eye winked at her.  
  
The bathroom door creaked open as the first jet of cum sprayed from my cock
and splashed against Karen's cheek. Another followed right behind it,
splattering against Karen's lips and chin. My eyes widened in shock and my
heart would have skipped a beat had my body not been engrossed in one of the
most intense orgasms of my life. Another jet of cum arced from the tip of my
cock to land on Karen's breastbone, dripping down the slope of her breast, and
my mother stepped into the room.  
  
Karen didn't see her, intent on my spraying cock, and I was too shocked to
move or react; my dick lurched between Karen's cum splattered her tits.  
  
"You taste so good, Bill," Karen moaned, licking my still leaking cock.  
  
"Does he'" my mother asked, hooking a lock of blonde hair behind one ear and
regarding us both coldly.  
  
Water splashed over the edge of the tub as Karen surged to her feet, knocking
me onto my ass. My cock deflated, and I managed the presence of mind to cover
myself with my hands. Karen didn't bother, standing proud and dripping wet in
the middle of the hot tub, a slightly chagrinned look on her cum splattered
face. Mom's full lips quirked into a hint of a smile.  
  
"Janine," Karen began, as a ribbon of semen dripped from her chin and landed
on the upper slope of her right breast, "I can explain."  
  
"Jumped the gun a little, didn't you'" Mom asked, shrugging out of her jacket.
The heat in the room caused her blouse to stick to her prodigious curves, and
I caught a glimpse of a dark bra beneath the pale shirt.  
  
"What'" I gasped. The other two ignored me.  
  
Mom reached out with two fingers and scraped my cum off of Karen's cheek. My
cock started to retain it's previous girth as Mom brought those fingers to her
lips and sucked them into her mouth. "You're right about one thing," Mom said,
licking her lips, "my son does taste good." Mom finally turned to look at me.
"How are you feeling honey' A bit confused'"  
  
"Uh, yeah," I said, trying to hide my erection.  
  
Mom's eyes widened, taking in my ineffectual efforts. "Confused, but still
excited, huh'"  
  
I nodded dumbly.  
  
Mom leaned over to Karen and brushed her lips against the other woman's, once
more licking up the remains of my orgasm. My dick was so hard at this point
that it hurt.  
  
"Karen and I have known for a while that you've had a crush on her," Mom
began, pausing between sentences to kiss my cum off of Karen's body. Karen's
head fell back and she regarded my mother with half-lidded eyes and a
familiar, lazy smile as my mom explained. "A few weeks ago, Karen mentioned to
me that she was having similar feelings about you. At first I was shocked, but
then I tried to look at you through the eyes of a young woman, and I began to
understand how Karen felt. I've also noticed you peeking at my body when I'm
sunbathing or swimming, and it occurred to me that Karen and I could both have
some fun with you." She turned away from Karen, licking her lips.  
  
"I confessed my own feelings to Karen, and she was excited by the prospect of
us two horny old broads seducing a virile young man like you." She gave Karen
a playful slap on the left breast, adding, "But it appears Karen was a bit
more horny than I. The original plan was to wait until I got home tonight --
about now -- and sit you down and explain all this to you, so that, hopefully,
you wouldn't freak out. I knew you'd go for Karen, but I wasn't entirely sure
you'd want me as well."  
  
"Mom -- " I started to say automatically, but she cut me off with a shake of
her pretty head.  
  
"Of course, after what I just saw upon stepping into the room, I don't think I
could take no for an answer."  
  
"I. . . I. . ." I stuttered. My cock throbbed between my hands, thick as a
tree trunk and leaking cream already.  
  
"When his brain catches up, Jan, he'll say yes," Karen said. "His cock has
already decided things for him."  
  
Mom put a hand on Karen's shoulder and looked me in the eye. "This is going to
do terrible things to your development, honey. But it's been so long for me,
and I could never do it with someone I didn't love, and your so handsome and
attentive, and, Jesus, you've got a big cock -- "  
  
"Yes!" I blurted. Mom's eyes widened, and Karen smirked. "As soon as I hit
puberty I've wanted to fuck Karen," I said. "And you, too, Mom. But I never
thought it was possible."  
  
As soon as the words left my mouth, Mom stepped toward me and wrapped me in
her arms, her large tits mashed against my chest and my throbbing cock wedged
against her short skirt. Her mouth found mine and we kissed, not like mother
and son, but as lovers. Her mouth tasted faintly of cum, as well as the
vanilla flavor of her lipstick and perfume. Her eyes looked into mine, and I
saw my love for her reflected in them. Love, and lust as well.  
  
Mom placed her palm against my cheek, pulling away from me. The imprint of my
wet body was left upon her clothes, soaking through the thin material and
making it virtually transparent. The bra was indeed dark, a burgundy color,
and I could see twin dents at the peak of each breast. Mom smiled, looking
into my eyes. The gold of her earrings and necklace winked in the light. "I
never nursed you, you know," she said. "We were still bottle feeding our kids
when you were born. Would you like to try it now'"  
  
I nodded, not trusting my voice. Mom stepped back and began unbuttoning her
blouse, kicking off her shoes as she did. Karen eased back into the water
beside me. She reached out with one foot and toggled the switch to begin the
water bubbling again. I hardly noticed. My mother, my beautiful, vibrant
mother, was stripping off her clothes only a foot away from me. I gasped as
the blouse fell away, revealing her pendulous breasts -- 36DD I knew -- in the
snug burgundy bra. Her yellow bikini was much more revealing, but not nearly
as erotic. The tan slopes of her breasts threatened to erupt from the tight
brassiere, which pressed the two hemispheres tightly together, fashioning a
magnificent cleavage. I heard a zip and a swish as Mom's skirt slid down her
legs, revealing a burgundy garter belt framing a high cut pair of panties and
holding aloft her dark stockings.  
  
"Your mother has magnificent taste in lingerie," Karen murmured in my ear,
nipping lightly at my lobe. Mom shook her head lightly, unsnapped her garter
belt and tapes, and began to roll her hose down her long, tanned legs. My
mouth was hanging open, and I was afraid I was drooling. Karen cupped my jaw
and closed it with an audible click. Her hand then dropped to my lap and began
to stroke me.  
  
Mom stood on the mat, naked but for her bra and panties, her taut, tanned body
all but revealed. She smiled at me, and, seeing my expression, began to
chuckle.  
  
"What'" I said, blushing furiously and feeling my shaft begin to wilt.  
  
Mom shook her head. "I don't think you've ever stared at me so intently,
Bill," she explained, eyes gleaming. "When I tell you to clean your room,
somehow you don't hear me. When I tell you not to drink the orange juice out
of the carton, you do it anyway. But when I get naked and promise to fuck you,
suddenly you couldn't possibly be paying more attention."  
  
My cheeks darkened further, and I looked to Karen for support. She just
grinned. "The words 'deer' and 'headlights' do come to mind," she said.  
  
"Hey," I interjected, "give me some credit. Just the possibility of a night of
hot, passionate love with the two most beautiful women in the world would kill
most men. I think I'm doing okay."  
  
Mom jiggled forward and gave me a long, deep, soulful kiss that I returned as
best I could. My dick lurched, painfully erect in Karen's hand as my mother's
tongue danced with my own. Finally she broke away to gasp for air, and
regarded Karen with a proud look. "See what a good son I have'" she said.  
  
"He's amazing," Karen agreed. "Wait until he's inside you -- he's a natural."
Mom gave me an appraising look.  
  
"Hey, ladies, I'm not a peace of meat," I grumbled.  
  
"Of course not, honey," Mom said. "That is a peace of meat," she added,
reaching into the water to press her palm against the head of my cock. I
almost came right there, and I could see from Mom's expression that she
enjoyed it nearly as much. "How long I've wanted to do this," she whispered
hotly, as her hand encircled my hardness and stroked my girth. Karen moved her
own hand to hold the base of my cock as Mom slowly jacked me off. With her
free hand Karen tipped my chin in her direction and pressed her lips against
mine, kissing me hard. Mom kissed my cheek, my ear, my neck, and then let her
tongue out once more to trace the muscle in my throat. All the while her hand
flew up and down my cock. Karen's hand left my shaft and cupped my balls,
squeezing them gently.  
  
I broke the kiss with Karen and turned to Mom. "Y'know," I said, "it's hardly
fair that we're naked and you're not, Mom. Or that we're in the Jacuzzi and
you're not." I punctuated my statement by reaching up to cup her bra-encased
tits, giving them a little squeeze of their own.  
  
Mom gasped. "Getting a bit aggressive, are we, son'" She kissed me again. "I
like that."  
  
She stood back a step and reached behind her back to unhook her bra and let it
fall, revealing plump, bronzed breasts that stood proudly on her chest, capped
by darkened nipples that were thick as pencil erasers and just as stiff. I
could not help but notice the lack of tan lines and my cock throbbed in
Karen's hand in response. Mom smiled wickedly at me and hooked her thumbs into
the waistband of her panties, slipping them down her well-muscled thighs to
the floor. Somehow she managed to cover herself with one hand so that I saw
nothing of the hidden treasure between her legs. The wicked smile evened out
to something almost demure, and Mom moved forward, lifting one leg to step
into the hot tub. She balanced easily, swung the other long leg over, and then
sat down on the lip of the tub, still cupping her mound with her hand.  
  
"Ready'" Mom asked, and I started, as if awakened from a reverie.  
  
"Yes," I said, mouth dry.  
  
Mom withdrew her hand, and for the first time in my life, I saw my birthplace.
A neatly trimmed patch of blond fur hovered above the lips of her pussy,
flushed and darkened with passion. Her pussy was open and inviting, pink folds
glistening with moisture, and the hard nub of her clitoris peaked out at the
apex of her cunt.  
  
"Breath, Bill," Karen told me. "You'll need that oxygen in a little bit."  
  
I found my voice. "Mom, you're so beautiful," I said.  
  
She smiled, ducking her head. "Thank you honey."  
  
"I never knew you sunbathed in the nude," I said, still marveling at my
mother's beautiful, bronzed body.  
  
Mom laughed, a deep, throaty sound that made my cock throb. "Of course you
didn't, silly. Up until now I wasn't in the habit of showing myself off for
you." She smiled, showing neat, even teeth. "I usually do it when I know
you'll be gone for a while, on a hike or bike ride in the hills."  
  
"Of course," Karen interjected, "that's going to change."  
  
Mom nodded. "Tonight, everything changes." She slid off the edge of the tub,
into the water, her long legs framing my body. Under the water, my turgid cock
pointed itself at Mom's cunt. Mom cupped her breasts and teased her nipples
with her fingers. "If I don't get someone's lips on me soon, I'll be upset."  

I surged forward, into Mom's arms, and buried my face between her tits. The
vanilla scent of her perfume enveloped me. I kissed the slopes of her breasts,
licked and caressed them. I pinched her nipples between thumb and forefinger,
and then latched on to one with my lips and began to suck. Mom took my head in
her hands and pressed me into her tit, running her fingers through my hair and
moaning. I'd never heard my mother make that sound, and it excited me
immensely, particularly the fact that it came in response to my actions.  
  
I was surprised when Karen nudged up against me and grabbed Mom's free breast
so that she too could suckle at Mom's teat. I started to pull away in
wonderment, wanting to watch, but Mom pushed me back into her and I began
sucking again. I could see Mom's other hand massaging and kneading Karen's
head, just as she did with me. Wanting to be the good son, the favored child,
I redoubled my efforts, trying to swallow Mom's entire breast in my mouth. My
cock pressed against Mom's thigh, precum practically spraying from it, but
washed away by the motion of the water.  
  
Karen broke away from Mom's tit and moved upward, finding her lips and giving
her a long, soulful kiss. One of Karen's own massive breasts pressed into
Mom's, their nipples denting one another's flesh. I tried pulling away from
Mom once more, and this time she let me go, intent on Karen. I sat back,
trying to catch my breath and stave off the violent orgasm threatening to
erupt from my body. The feelings, the scents, the sounds were all so
overwhelming. I was still an eighteen-year-old kid, clearly out of my depth,
living one of my deepest, darkest fantasies, once thought unattainable.  
  
Mom and Karen parted, and both regarded me with some concern. "Are you okay,
honey'"  
  
"Yeah," I said. "it's all just a little. . . much to take in."  
  
"Do you want to stop'" Karen asked, brow furrowed with worry. "Just say the
word, Bill." Mom nodded intently.  
  
"Are you kidding'" I said. "I just need to catch my breath -- I'm not stopping
now, this close to the promised land." Both women smiled at me, and then at
one another. Mom nudged Karen with her nose, a delicate movement that made me
realize Mom probably felt the same way about Karen that I did. I would have
been jealous, were they not both there in front of me, waiting to fuck me.  
  
"Why don't we relieve some of the pressure, then," Mom suggested, "and then
retire to the bedroom, where there's so much more leg room'"  
  
"An excellent idea," Karen suggested. She cupped her hands before her,
pointing in my direction. "Janine'"  
  
Mom slid forward, the water swishing and bubbling around her thighs, and put
her palms on my hips. "Up you go, honey. I don't want to get any water up my
nose."  
  
At her behest, I rose from the water, and she guided me down onto the lip of
the tub. My cock jutted out from between my legs, swollen and throbbing,
angling directly towards my mother's smiling lips. Her eyes were locked upon
my girth, and she licked her lips. With one hand she swept hair behind an ear
and with the other reached out to grip my hardness, her hand sliding easily
over its slick length.  
  
Time seemed to stand still as my mother leaned forward. Her lips parted, and
she aimed my cock at her open mouth. Her tongue darted out to lick the swollen
head, and my cock squirted precum into her mouth. Mom attacked my cock,
latching her mouth to the tip of my dick and sucking hard. Her cheeks hollowed
from the suction, and I lurched in her mouth. Slowly she eased her lips down
the length of my cock, engulfing my entire hardness centimeter by centimeter.
I groaned and put my hands on Mom's shoulders, resisting the primal urge to
start thrusting. Mom buried her nose in my bush, swallowing my whole cock.
Then she slid back until only the tip remained encased in her warm and wet
mouth. Her tongue drilled into my pisshole, and her saliva and my precum
leaked out from between her lips to slide down the length of my dick. Mom
sucked me in again, her tongue undulating along the underside of my cock as
she swallowed me. She released me once more, letting my cock fall from her
mouth, and then began to kiss her way down its length. When she reached the
base, she sucked each of my balls into her mouth in turn and then dragged her
lips back to the crown.  
  
She sucked and licked my cockhead, swallowing all the juice that sprayed from
the top of my cock, and took my cock into her throat again. She released me
once more, and looked me in the eye. "Let me taste you, honey," she said. "I
want your cum in my mouth." She bent forward and engulfed me, sucking me deep
into her throat. I felt the cum boiling in my balls, and again forced myself
not to thrust.  
  
Mom sort of corkscrewed her mouth as she drew back again, and somehow that
triggered the orgasm that had been building for the last twenty minutes. My
cock lurched between her lips and went off, jetting a wad of cum into her
mouth. Mom's eyes widened and the corners of her mouth turned up into a semi-
smile as she felt my cum splatter on her tongue. Automatically she tightened
the seal so that nothing could escape as I continued to cum. But when I kept
cumming, Mom couldn't help letting some leak out, dripping down her chin. When
the flood subsided, I collapsed against the wall and my cock began to deflate.
Mom kept me between her lips, however, sucking up the last few drops of cum
sticking to the tip of my dick. Finally she released me, and used her fingers
to scrape the cum off her chin and suck it into her mouth.  
  
"Wow," Mom said. "I know you weren't backed up. Was all that for little ol'
me'"  
  
"What can I say, Mom'" I told her, gasping. "You bring out the best in me."  
  
Mom's tongue darted out to lick cum off her lips. "I'm so proud of you,
honey," she said with a smile.  
  
"C'mon," Karen said, hopping out of the hot tub and grabbing a towel. She
jiggled enticingly with each step. "Watching the two of you is the most
amazing thing in the world. But I want to see the main event."  
  
Mom smiled shyly at me. "What do you think, honey'" she asked. "Do you think
she deserves a show'"  
  
I surged to my feet, my dick already beginning to regain its stiffness. "You
bet!" I exclaimed, and both women laughed at my eagerness. Karen batted at me
with the towel, and I grabbed it, pulling her into me. Her plush breasts
pressed against my chest, and she leaned down to give me a long, passionate
kiss.  
  
Mom drained the tub and picked up a towel of her own, drying her lush body
with a few quick strokes. With a salacious wink at me, she darted into her
bedroom, giving me a chance to stare at her bouncy, tanned ass. Karen broke
our kiss and followed the line of my gaze. "I burn too easily," Karen
grumbled. "You don't hold it against me, do you'"  
  
In response, I tweaked a nipple. She laughed, and pecked me on the lips. Then
she stepped back and used the towel to give me a quick rubdown. I tried to
protest, but she insisted. When I was dry, she led me by the hand into Mom's
bedroom.  
  
Mom had turned down the bed, and now lay draped across it, a hand in her
crotch tracing the lips of her soaking wet pussy. My cock bounced against my
stomach as it thickened to its maximum length. I stumbled as all the blood
left my brain and surged into my dick, but Karen caught me and kept me from
landing on my face.  
  
"Why don't you catch your breath, stud," Karen suggested. "I see a hot, juicy
pussy with my name on it."  
  
"Fuh'" I said sublimely, somehow finding a seat on the bed.  
  
Karen shook her head slightly, and slid between Mom's legs, lightly running
her hands over Mom's calves and thighs. Mom bit her lower lip and spread her
legs. Karen chuckled throatily and placed little kisses up and down Mom's
thighs; the muscles tensed and bunched as Karen's lips brushed against them.  
  
I fought the urge to jerk off, and forced myself to put my hands behind my
back and watch.  
  
Karen blew gently against Mom's pussy and kissed her stomach, flicking her
tongue against Mom's belly button. She still had not physically touched Mom's
pussy, but Mom was panting, and beads of sweat appeared on her forehead,
breasts, and thighs. Mom cupped her tits and tugged at her hardened nipples.
Karen paused, flipped her long auburn hair away from her face, and gave me a
sly look. Mom whimpered urgently, and my cock throbbed at the sound.  
  
Karen pressed her lips against Mom's belly button again, and then kissed her
way down Mom's pubic mound. When she reached Mom's pussy, Mom's whimper turned
to a moan. Karen placed her hands on Mom's pelvis and used her thumbs to
spread the lips of Mom's pussy apart. Karen's mouth pressed against Mom's
cunt, her tongue lashing out to lick and taste Mom's juices. One of Mom's
hands abandoned a breast and fell to Karen's head, kneading her hair and
pushing her face deeper into her pussy. Mom's juices dripped out of her,
coating Karen's mouth and chin, and creating a puddle on the sheets beneath
them. Her prodigious chest heaved as she gasped with pleasure. Mom suddenly
shuddered, and her thighs closed around Karen's head, muscles tensing all over
her body.  
  
Mom sagged back, and Karen extricated herself from her embrace. Both women
were grinning broadly. Karen crawled up Mom's luscious body to give her a
kiss, allowing Mom to lick her juices from Karen's chin. They giggled, and
both looked at me. "Aw, poor Bill. He looks so lonely over there," Karen said.
"Janine, you'd better take care of him." She rolled across the bed, settling
against the headboard on Mom's right.  
  
Mom sat up, spreading her legs slightly and making her gaping pussy wink at
me. "I'm feeling a little wrung out, actually," Mom said. "Mind if we fuck
tomorrow, sweetie'"  
  
My heart fell, though my dick throbbed between my legs, harder than ever. "I,
uh, I guess so. . ."  
  
Mom laughed and slid toward me. "I'm kidding, honey. The very thought of
having you inside me gets me charged up and ready. Having you here, on my bed,
your cock hard because of me, is making the pit of my stomach do cartwheels
and my pussy ache with need." She kissed me, her tongue slipping into my
mouth, her tits pressed against my chest and her nipples scraping against me.
I returned her kiss with equal passion, tasting her, breathing her in,
wrapping my arms around her and holding her tight. She broke away and looked
me in the eyes. "I love you, Bill, in more ways than a mother should. It took
me a long time to realize that and I hope. . . I hope someday you won't hate
me for what we're about to do."  
  
I kissed her again. "Mom," I told her. "I want this. I think I've always
wanted this. I love you too, more than a son should."  
  
"Well, then," Mom said with a hungry smile. "Come and get me." She reclined
against the bed, pulling me with her. My hardness pressed against her belly,
and our skin burned where it touched. Mom gripped me by the base of my cock
and aimed me at her weeping gash. My heart thundered in my chest, and I could
feel Mom's heart beating just as rapidly. Her breasts heaved, sweat trickling
down the valley between them, as the swollen head of my cock nestled into her
pussy. "Oh God," she said. Tears formed in her eyes, but she smiled. "It feels
so good already," she gasped. "Fuck me, baby. My baby, fuck me."  
  
So I did. With a groan, I levered my length into her sheathe, burying my cock
in her pussy with one smooth thrust. I rested there for a moment, too amazed
to move. My eyes widened in wonder as her heat enveloped me, washed over me,
swallowed me. Mom bit her lip, eyes closing slightly, and I felt my own eyes
mist over as well. A tremendous feeling of love, tainted with overpowering
lust, welled up within me as I beheld my mother and the physical connection
joining us. Mom broke before I did; her hips pressed up against me, trying to
force me deeper, and I obliged. "Mooommmm," I cried out, pulling out slightly
and driving myself back into her. Her pussy clenched around me, caressing my
length as I rammed into her. She was so hot, so wet, and yet so tight as well.
I could feel every pink fold with my cock, every ridge of flesh, and then the
purple mushroom tip of my cock pressed against the roof of her cervix.  
  
Mom's eyes widened. "Oh my God," Mom hissed. "My baby is so big."  
  
I felt my cock throb and grow larger within her at her words, and I fucked
into her as hard as I could. Mom fucked back with equal energy, tits bobbing
with each thrust, her hips slamming into mine. Our pubic bones scraping
together painfully, but the pleasure we felt was too intense, drowning out all
other sensation. We needed desperately to become one flesh -- again -- and
this was the only way.  
  
Mom's long, bronze legs wrapped around my waist and her calves pressed into my
ass, urging me on. Her arms tightened around my body, pushing me into her
breasts. Her mouth sought mine, trying to kiss, but the force of our bodies
colliding together kept our lips from meeting. I braced my arms on the bed
beside her lovely head, and began to really pound into her. My lower back
ached, my arms shook, my thighs and calves quivered with the strain, but I
barely felt them. My mind was preoccupied with my raging cock, piercing into
my mother's secret hole, filling her completely. Her pussy, a velvet vice,
tightened around my flesh, her juices soaking into my skin and matting my
pubic hair.  
  
With each thrust, Mom grunted in a mix of pleasure and pain, and I echoed her.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, her pussy melted around my cock. Mom's eyes
widened even more, and her mouth dropped open. She sucked in a deep breath and
released it in a high-pitched whine at the same moment that she went rigid
beneath me. The walls of her pussy clenched around me, almost pinching me, and
her body began to shake. I paused, still rigid, within her, and when her
climax subsided, I kissed the hollow of her throat, then her chin, and then
her lips. Her eyes were closed, but they opened, bright blue and shining, when
I touched her lips.  
  
"That was. . . that was. . .," she gasped.  
  
"I told you he was a natural," Karen chimed in. I started, surprised. I'd
completely forgotten she was there.  
  
So had Mom. "Jesus, Karen, you're still here'" Slowly, I began to thrust into
Mom again, and she gasped. "Baby is still hard, isn't he'"  
  
I nodded wordlessly, picking up the pace once again, seeking the rhythm we had
momentarily lost. Mom found it again with a lusty grin, her hips jamming
against me once more. Karen started clapping.  
  
"We better fix that," Mom added huskily. "Have to take care of my sweetie."
Her words made my cock throb and kick within her, but I'd already cum enough
times that night to stave off the flood for a little longer. My first fuck
with Mom was going to be one to remember for all time, I promised myself.
Well, actually, that's implying I had any amount of lucidity at that point.
Really, all I wanted to do was make my mommy feel good before I let go.  
  
She grabbed my head with both hands and held it steady long enough to kiss me.
I tasted her salty tears on her lips as she sucked my tongue into her mouth.
Her head fell back suddenly; the second orgasm had come quicker than the
first, but this time Mom kept moving through it. Her grip tightened on my
shoulders, her legs pressed against my ass, driving me deeper into her, and
her eyes rolled back in her skull. She cried out again, her hips on auto-
pilot, and I maintained my speed, thrusting into her.  
  
Karen later told me that, at that point, she had half her hand up her cunt and
she was dying to jump into the action with us. It took all her willpower to
simply watch.  
  
"Oh God," Mom moaned again. "Don't stop, sweetie, don't ever stop. Fuck your
mother, fuck me," she gasped. A good son, I did as she asked, driving deeper
and deeper into her. Again and again I butted against the roof of her cervix,
and her pussy tightened and tightened around my pistoning prick. We fit so
well together, almost as if my cock were designed to fit into her socket.
Mother and son, locked in an incestuous embrace, connected more tightly, more
perfectly than anything else I had ever known. This was the woman who had
carried me inside her, given birth to me, raised me. She kissed my skinned
knees, taught me right from wrong, held my hand crossing the street, taught me
how to read and ride a bike. And now, she was teaching me how to fuck.  
  
Sex with Karen was fantastic, beyond question, both the physical sensations
and the fact that a long sought after fantasy had come true. But sex with Mom
was more than merely fantastic. It was beyond amazing. It was perfect, so good
that it hurt. Fucking Mom was transcendent.  
  
As that realization hit me, Mom's third orgasm crested, and she thrashed
beneath me, driven mad with pleasure. Her pussy squeezed me, coaxing my own
climax. My toes curled and the muscles in my thighs and back bunched up. My
cock rammed deeply into her, the swollen head butting up against the roof of
her cunt, tight and juicy, hot as a furnace. My balls contracted and my cock
throbbed, bucked, and shot it's first wad of incestuous sperm into my mother's
cunt. Another followed behind it, and another, a tide of cum that soaked the
inner walls of Mom's pussy, a drop in the ocean as Mom's cum poured out of her
and stained the bed and my thighs. And still I came, charge after charge
jetting from my cock, my body rigid, my heart hardly beating as my totality
centered on my erupting cock.  
  
At last, spent, I collapsed upon my mother, gasping, body limp. Mom cooed in
my ear, rubbing me head and back with her hands, and my ass and thighs with
her calves.  
  
My whole body ached, most especially my rapidly deflating cock, still embedded
in my mother. I was dazed and losing consciousness, but I felt the bed shift
as Karen sidled close to us and wrapped her arms around me. She laid her head
against Mom's shoulder, giving her a little kiss, and the three of us drifted
off to a much deserved sleep.




        The Sitter Ch. 02


_This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is
purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be
duplicated. It's all pretend, folks._  
  
* * * * *  
  
Consciousness returned thanks to a ray of sunlight, falling across my face. I
blinked myself awake, stretched, and sat up. The body next to me, wrapped
tightly in blankets, groaned. I blinked again, looking around and trying to
get my bearings. I was in my mother's room, sleeping in her bed. . . and I was
buck naked.  
  
Suddenly it all came rushing back to me.  
  
I had spent a night of unbridled passion with my mother and her friend. I
looked more closely at the body next to me, and noticed blonde hair sticking
out of the covers. Mom, then. Where was Karen?  
  
Mom stirred next to me and rolled over, pushing the covers down. She smiled at
me sleepily, eyes half-closed. "Good morning," she murmured. "How are you
feeling?"  
  
"Still dazed, I think," I admitted. I coughed. "Kind of thirsty."  
  
Mom sat up, wrapping the covers around her. "I'll get you some water," she
said. She rose and padded lightly toward the door. She returned a few minutes
later with a glass of water. I took it gratefully and slurped it down. Mom
settled on the bed next to me and ruffled my hair.  
  
"Where's Karen?" I asked, setting the empty glass down.  
  
"She had to go home," Mom said. "She left around two last night, but she'll be
back. Don't worry." Mom paused and cupped my chin in her hand. "We need to
talk about some things, though."  
  
"Yeah," I said.  
  
"Did you enjoy last night?" she asked.  
  
"You bet," I told her with a grin.  
  
"No regrets?" she asked. I shook my head vehemently. "I'm glad, because I feel
the same way. But if it's going to continue, there have to be some ground
rules."  
  
"Um. . . okay. What kind of rules?"  
  
"Well, first and foremost, you can never tell anyone about us. You've reached
your majority, but that doesn't change the legality of the situation. There's
a definite possibility I could end up in jail and we might never see one
another again. So it's very important that you don't brag about this with your
friends."  
  
I nodded dumbly. It hadn't occurred to me, the danger we were in, simply
because of the way we expressed our love for one another. The potential
consequences filled me with dread.  
  
"Hey," she said, chucking my chin. "Cheer up. It isn't all bad news. You and
Karen can go public any time you want. There are other things to consider,
too. You're already mature for your age, one of the reasons why I don't feel
too terribly guilty for corrupting you, but if you're going to be doing
'adult' things, you're going to have to be more of an adult. That means
helping out around the house more, picking up after yourself, cleaning your
room, not drinking milk out of the carton, that sort of thing."  
  
I smiled. "I think I can do that," I told her.  
  
"Good. Now, thirdly, I am not your fuck slave, and you're not mine. I am still
your mother and you are still my son. If you want sex, you're going to ask for
it, and you're going to have to do your chores and your homework in order to
get it. The same goes for me; I'll never force you to do anything you don't
want to do. I'm going to suggest some things, and maybe you'll have ideas of
your own, but if either of us says 'no' or 'stop,' then that's what happens.
Okay?"  
  
I nodded again, digesting her words.  
  
"That also means that you need to have as normal a social life as possible.
I'll always be here for you, but if you meet a girl your own age, don't blow
it because of me. I need this right now, and I know you enjoy it, but I'm
scared to death of arresting your development or of doing permanent harm to
your psyche." She smiled. "Not scared enough, obviously, but still I worry."  
  
"Well, jeez, Mom," I said, "I don't really see that happening. The girl my age
thing, at least. And I don't feel permanently damaged. I love you, I love
Karen, and I love what we did last night."  
  
"That's my sweetie," Mom said, giving me a quick kiss on the lips. "Now, we're
both sticky and stinky and we need to get cleaned up. Let's take a shower."  
  
"Together?" I said, dumbfounded.  
  
Mom laughed. "Of course. Don't you want to?"  
  
In answer, I leapt out of bed, grabbed her by the arm, and tugged her into the
bathroom. The blanket slid off of Mom's perfect, bronzed body, causing her to
stumble. I tried to catch her, but we ended up in a tangled heap on the
ground, Mom on top of me, heavy breasts mashed against my chest, my rapidly
hardening cock pressing into her belly.  
  
"You okay?" I asked.  
  
Mom nodded. "You broke my fall." She leaned down to give me a quick kiss, but
I opened my mouth and grabbed her lip, and managed to turn her quick peck into
a passionate kiss. She broke away, gasping. "Naughty boy," she mock-scolded.
"Shower," she ordered, getting up and pulling herself out of my embrace. She
bounced into the bathroom and I scampered to follow her. She marched past the
Jacuzzi to the narrow shower stall and slid the door open. She leaned over to
turn on the water, and I received an excellent look at her full, rounded ass.
She gave me a funny look over her shoulder and then stepped into the shower,
letting the warm spray hit her breasts and cascade down her body.  
  
Hesitantly I stepped into the cramped space after her, pressing our bodies
together. Mom cooed and we kissed again. My cock was red and a little raw, but
it was inching its way toward an erection very quickly. Mom grabbed the soap
and moved out of the way a little to let the water hit me. Her tits were slick
and wet, her nipples straight and hard. She swept her hair back with a splash
of water. I closed the glass door behind me and let the water hit me. Then Mom
started to wash me.  
  
She scrubbed my chest and arms, making circles around my nipples and brushing
lightly against my stomach. Breasts bobbing, she knelt down and washed my
legs, then twirled me around to wash my back and ass. Then, pushing her body
against my back, she reached around me and grabbed my cock with soapy hands. I
groaned and thrust into her hands. She cupped my balls and squeezed slightly,
while pressing her plush, soapy tits into my back. "Do you like that,
sweetie?" Mom said huskily into my ear. I could only groan in response.
"Well," Mom said, releasing me abruptly, "now it's your turn to clean me."  
  
"But -- but -- ," I stuttered.  
  
Mom nipped my earlobe and grabbed my ass with both hands. "Yes, you do have a
nice butt," she said.  
  
"But I want to cum," I finished, pressing back against her hands and tits.  
  
"You will," Mom promised. "But I want you to soap me up first."  
  
Grumbling, I turned around. My grumbling trailed off. Mom really is an
absolutely gorgeous woman. Tall and long-limbed, she has large, heavy breasts
that stand high on her chest, capped with dark nipples. Her narrow waist
flares out into broad hips, framing a neatly trimmed pussy. She has long legs,
sculpted by long runs and swimming. Her skin is tanned a deep bronze, from her
dainty toes to her narrow ears, and everything in between. Slicked with water
and slightly soapy, she glistened in the light overhead. She smiled suddenly,
revealing neat even teeth. "Like what you see?"  
  
"Uh-huh," I told her. I grabbed her tits with both hands, pressing my palms
into her nipples.  
  
"No," Mom said gently, taking my wrists and disengaging my grip. "Wash me.
Take your time, explore my body. We have all day to fuck, but trust me, it
will be more fun if we build up to it. Okay?"  
  
I nodded. "I think I understand," I told her. "Um, sorry," I added sheepishly.  
  
Mom shook her head, smiling. "Don't apologize honey." She gave me a quick, wet
hug. "Now get to work."  
  
I returned her smile, and picked up the soap. Slowly, taking my time, I
explored my mother's body. I traced the line of her collar bone with the bar
of soap and my fingers, and then the muscles in her arms and the side of her
body. Carefully, I soaped up my hands and cupped her breasts once more. Using
my fingers, I traced concentric circles around each breast, tightening each
circle as I completed it, eventually reaching her nipples. I gave each of them
a tweak, and was rewarded with a gasp from Mom. I brushed the soap lightly
along her midsection, and knelt down before her, washing her thighs and calves
and feet, and then tracing my way upward along the inside of her legs, pausing
before I reached the center of her being. I stood once more and made a
twirling motion with my forefinger. Mom grinned, and turned obediently,
revealing her slick blond hair spilling down her bronzed back and the taut
globes of her ass. Mom tugged her hair over her shoulder, and I scrubbed her
back. I kissed the nape of her neck and traced the dimple at the small of her
back with my thumb. Mom arched her back and pushed her ass against me. My
hardened cock pressed against the cleavage of her ass, and my dick lurched,
spraying a jet of precum onto Mom's back. I retreated slightly, bumping
against the wall of the shower, and placed soapy hands against Mom's ass. I
cupped and kneaded the globes, soaping them up. Mom's asshole winked at me,
and I couldn't resist pressing my forefinger against it.  
  
"Oh, yes," Mom moaned, pushing against me once more. Unwittingly, the tip of
my finger slipped into her asshole, the rubber ring around it closing tightly
around it. Mom braced her hands against the wall and pressed her ass against
me. My finger slipped deeper inside her, and I could feel her heat. I reached
my hand beneath her and, finally, pressed my hand against her pussy. "Oh,
God," Mom said. I parted the lips of her pussy and thrust two fingers insider
her dripping hole, feeling and teasing her folds. I flicked her clit with a
fingertip and Mom released a toe-curling moan. Our sudsy bodies heaved
together, wet and moaning. Her pussy soaked my hand, and my finger sank into
her ass past the second knuckle. Mom humped herself against my hands, and her
breathing increased. She tossed her head back, hitting me in the face with
soaking wet locks of hair, but she hardly noticed. When I judged she was
close, I withdrew my fingers with a sucking sound and released Mom.  
  
Her hips still moved, hypnotic and bewitching, and Mom looked over her
shoulder at me with a wanton expression. "Your cock," she said. "Inside me.
Now."  
  
I was going to argue about "anticipation" and "making the moment last" and so
on, but my dick was awfully hard and my balls were churning with unspent sperm
and the thought of dipping my wick into my mother's pussy once more blasted
all rational thought to nothingness.  
  
The shower was beginning to cool, despite the steam hanging in the air, and
our fingertips were wrinkling, but neither of us noticed.  
  
I grabbed the base of my cock and aimed it Mom's weeping pussy. I grunted as I
thrust forward, slipping inside her with one quick movement. Mom cried out and
rolled her ass towards me, forcing me deeper into her. The tip of my cock
mashed against the roof of her womb. Mom's body stretched to accommodate my
girth, and I could feel more of her from this angle than I had the night
before. Her heat scalded my cock and urged me onward as I began to thrust into
her, my stomach hammering against her tight ass with each movement. I reached
around her to cup and knead her tits, and this time there were no protests.
Mom's hands flattened against the shower wall and her arms bent at the elbow.
She fucked against me, and I fought to keep up with her.  
  
Mom made a sound between a moan and a whine, and her pussy clamped down around
my cock. her body shuddered beneath me, and I could feel her juices inundating
my dick, running down both our legs. Mom's pace slowed, but still she sawed
her pussy up and down my length. She looked over her shoulder at me, and said
between gasps for breath, "Sweetie, grab the shampoo."  
  
"Now?" I said. She nodded urgently, licking her lips and rolling her eyes back
into her skull. Being the obedient son, I grabbed the Pert from the basket
hanging on the wall.  
  
Mom raised herself up and my cock slipped out of her drooling cunt, slick with
our combined fluids. "I want your cock in my ass," Mom told me. "Use the
shampoo to slick yourself up, and then squeeze some on my asshole."  
  
I gaped at her for a moment, cock throbbing between my legs and shampoo bottle
gripped tightly in my hand.  
  
"Objection?" Mom asked. I shook my head. "Then you should get started," she
suggested.  
  
I squirted some of the green fluid on my proud cock, using my free hand to
coat it from base to tip. Then I pointed the bottle at Mom's winking asshole
and gave it a squeeze. Mom had thoughtfully spread her ass with both hands,
allowing me unlimited access. The Pert pooled between her cheeks, and I spread
it with my forefinger, slipping inside to get in there as well.  
  
"Mmm, good," Mom said. "Now, careful, press the head of your cock against my
ass. You'll have to take it slow. Ease it inside. If you're too fast or too
rough at first, you'll hurt me."  
  
"Hurt you?" I exclaimed. "Mom, are you sure?"  
  
"Yes, I'm sure," she told me. "It will take a moment for me to adjust to your
size, but after that you can fuck my brains out, I promise."  
  
"Okay," I said. Taking my cock in hand, I aimed for the little hole and
pressed the head of my cock against it. Slicked up by shampoo and precum, the
flared head met little resistance. The puckered ring of Mom's asshole opened
up to receive me. It was tighter than her pussy, tighter and hotter. The pain
wasn't one-sided, however; she was so tight that she pinched my cock. Even had
she not warned me, I would have had to take it slow. I gripped Mom's hips and
slowly sank myself into her ass, centimeter by centimeter. Mom bit her lip and
pressed her cheek against the shower wall as I bottomed out, and my stomach
once again pressed against her ass. I felt Mom's fingers brush against my
balls, and assumed her hand or hands were between her legs.  
  
"That's it, sweetie," Mom encouraged. "Fuck my ass."  
  
I pulled out and thrust in again, and I found the going easier this time. Mom
was right, as usual. Her body adjusted easily to my cock within her. Mom
pressed against me, and I slowly and carefully began to fuck her ass. Mom
grunted with each thrust, and I could hardly catch my breath, my heart was
pounding so hard. My cock throbbed with each beat of my heart, squirting cream
into Mom's bowels. I released Mom's hips and grabbed her tits once more,
pinching and tweaking her nipples with my fingers as my cock fucked into her.  
  
Suddenly Mom tensed, and she released a wail, her entire body shuddering in my
embrace. "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming again," she cried. Her ass tightened around my
cock, hot flesh pinching me sharply, and the globes of her ass pressed around
the base of my cock. As Mom's pussy juice poured down her thighs and splashed
my own, I felt her hand grip my balls and squeeze sharply.  
  
That was enough for me. I thrust deep inside her and loosed the load of cum
that had been building since I woke up that morning. My heart thundered in my
chest and my cock spat cum with each contraction of my heart, wad after wad of
boiling white cum coating Mom's insides. "I love how you feel cumming inside
me," Mom moaned, thrusting her ass against me. As the flood subsided, I
withdrew, and a tide of cum followed me, weeping out of Mom's stretched
asshole. Mom's thighs quivered and she collapsed in a heap on the floor of the
shower. She half-turned and looked at me with lidded eyes.  
  
"You're a natural born fucker, sweetie," Mom gasped.  
  
"Just like my mother," I said, sliding to the floor beside her. Mom laughed.
We sat there for a while, catching our breath, but when the falling water
turned cold, Mom finally stood up and cranked the hot water back up. She
picked the bottle of shampoo up and the bar of soap. "We should clean up
again," she said.  
  
So we did, being careful this time not to devolve into another frenzied
fuckfest. Which was very difficult, actually. Mom is quite the firecracker,
and what she and Karen started the night before really loosed the genie from
the bottle. I was turning into quite the fiend myself.  
  
After we had dressed in our separate rooms, we met downstairs in the kitchen
and Mom made breakfast, frying pancakes on the griddle. I took the time to ask
some questions.  
  
"So Mom," I said, while setting the table. "When did you and Karen start, um
--"  
  
"Planning last night?" she finished with a smile.  
  
I shook my head. "No, um, when did you start having sex? Uh, together, that
is."  
  
"Oh, that," Mom said exaggeratedly. "It started about three months ago,
although last night was only the third time we'd been together. The first time
just sort of happened. I dropped off some things at her place, and she showed
me her dildo collection." She grinned salaciously. "It's quite extensive, I
must say, and it had been a long time since, well, since your father. So Karen
suggested I try one out, and when I at first proved reluctant, she proceeded
to demonstrate for me." Mom shook her head, grinning at the memory, while I
tried to picture it in my head.  
  
"The next thing I knew, we were kissing and touching one another, and things
escalated from there. Afterward, Karen first confessed to me that she was
falling for you. I think that shocked me more than the sex had, to be honest.
It didn't take me too long to adjust to the idea, and start thinking similar
thoughts myself." Mom flipped pancakes onto a plate and walked them over to
the table. I speared one with my fork and began to eat.  
  
"The second time?" I prompted.  
  
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Mom admonished gently. "The second time was
here, in the living room. Remember last month when you went to the concert
with your friends?"  
  
I did indeed. My friends Russ and Sirajul and I had gone to see Aerosmith at
the Civic Center. It was hard to believe that while we were rocking out, Mom
was going down on Karen in our living room.  
  
"After few glasses of wine, I kissed her and she kissed me back and before we
knew it, we were naked on the couch, eating one another out. This time, I was
the one with the deep, dark confession after our lovemaking. Surprisingly,
Karen didn't try to have me committed. She was actually excited by the
prospect. . . which is what leads us to our present circumstances."  
  
We ate in silence for a while, until I looked up in alarm. "Mom," I asked
hurriedly, "could you get pregnant?"  
  
Mom turned a deep crimson. "I put myself on the pill again," she told me, "as
soon as I started thinking seriously about seducing you." I breathed a sigh of
relief. Mom looked askance at me. "You didn't think I'd be that irresponsible,
did you?"  
  
I shrugged. "I think it's pretty obvious I haven't been thinking much at all
lately."  
  
Mom laughed. "Well, even with the pill we aren't totally in the clear. There's
still a chance -- a very small chance -- that I could get pregnant. If we
really wanted to make sure, you'd have to wear a condom."  
  
I thought furiously, staring at my half-eaten pancakes. "Well, if the chance
is really small," I started to say. Mom laughed again. "What?" I asked.  
  
"You're incorrigible," she said. "And so cute when you let your emotions
override your intellect. But don't worry. As long as we're careful and avoid
my most fertile periods, the pill should do it's work. Okay?"  
  
"Okay," I told her, suddenly regaining my appetite. I dug into my breakfast
with gusto.  
  
The phone rang and Mom rose to answer it. The smile that appeared on her face
somehow told me Karen was on the other line. Mom looked at me over the lip of
the phone and mouthed "Karen," confirming my suspicions.  
  
"No, we've been up for a while," Mom was telling Karen. "We sort of lost track
of time in the shower, though. Yes, in the shower. And in the ass." Mom
laughed at something Karen said, winking at me. "No, no, that's fine. I have
to head down to the office anyway and put the finishing touches on that deal
from last night. I'm sure our little man would love to spend some time with
you." She paused and cupped the phone in one hand. "Does that sound fun,
sweetie?"  

I nodded, mouth full.  
  
"Then I'll see you later today, then. Love you." Mom clicked the phone off and
set it down. "You'd better check on the pool, Bill. Karen's bringing her suit
over. She says she wants to work on her tan." She smiled widely. "Among other
things."  
  
While Mom got ready to leave, I went out back to skim the leaves and bugs out
of the pool, wash down the deck with the hose and checked the pH levels.
Everything appeared hunky-dory, and I waved Mom goodbye as she pulled out of
the driveway in her red Cherokee. As soon as Mom was gone, I ran upstairs to
change into my suit. I threw some sodas into a cooler, grabbed a bag of chips,
and hurried outside.  
  
As I've mentioned before, we live in a fairly remote area. Our nearest
neighbor is a good mile and a half away, and Mom usually has an hour ride in
to work. The area around our house is hilly, rocky in places, and heavily
wooded. There are great trails for hiking and biking, and I usually spend a
lot of time in the hills exploring. I've seen deer and wild turkeys on
occasion, and I once saw bear tracks. Our property is fenced in as a result of
all the animals, but we still get the occasional raccoon or opossum rooting
around. Which is why we keep the garbage locked up in the garage.  
  
But we have a great concrete deck that surrounds a huge pool, sixty feet long
and twenty feet wide. The far end reaches a depth of ten feet, over which is
perched a diving board. Mom swam in high school (and you know I loved flipping
through her yearbooks to look at her in a swimsuit) so when we got the pool,
Mom commissioned one as close to Olympic size as we could afford. We have a
few lounge chairs, a table, and a grill for summer barbecues. Luckily, we live
in a part of the country that tends toward mild weather throughout the year,
and that particular day was gorgeous. The sky was clear and blue, the sun high
and shining, and the temperature was climbing steadily.  
  
I only had to wait by the pool twenty minutes before Karen arrived. I felt
butterflies fluttering around in my gut the entire time. It didn't make any
sense, given the events of the night before, but then I've never known love to
make much in the way of sense. And truly, while I loved my mother in more ways
than a son should, I was absolutely IN love with Karen. I think I fell in love
with her the first time I saw her, but now instead of jerking off in my room
like a pathetic loser, I could show her that I loved her. As I heard her car
pull up, I realized I had to get a job, just so I could afford to buy her
flowers. And candy. And jewelry. And all the other things I'd seen in movies
or read about in books --  
  
"Hey stud!" Karen's voice carried over the fence, and the gate banged open.
She sauntered into the backyard, waist length hair pulled into a fetching
ponytail. She wore a faded Miami Vice t-shirt that exposed most of her flat
stomach and pulled her huge breasts into tight relief, and a pair of cut-offs.
Over her shoulder she carried an Adidas bag that bulged with towels and other
beach paraphernalia. "Heard you had an eventful morning."  
  
I hopped to my feet, blushing. "Yeah," I said. "I, uh, missed you this
morning."  
  
She smiled and opened her arms to give me a hug. "You're so sweet," she said.
She bent down to kiss me on the lips, and I surprised us both with my
eagerness. She was going to give me a peck, but I grabbed her hips, parted my
lips, and gave her my best kiss. Her eyes widened for a heartbeat, but then
she was kissing me back, her arms hugging me tighter and her tongue lashing
against my own. Time seemed to stop, but eventually we had to come up for air.  
  
We parted. Karen's cheeks were crimson, and her eyes were bright. "I have to
admit, I wasn't sure if you'd still feel the way you felt last night."  
  
"What?" I asked dumbly. "How could you -- "  
  
"Well," she said, smiling shyly, "watching you and Janine last night was the
most. . . it was the most magical thing I'd ever seen in my life. I've. . .
well, I've been a bit of a wild girl in my time, and I've seen and done a lot
of things. But nothing I've ever done approached what I saw last night. I
can't even begin to explain it." She paused, putting a hand against her head
and looking away from me. "It was. . . two people, moving in perfect symmetry,
coming together as one, connecting on a plane that, in all my life, I've never
seen before, let alone touched. I thought, when you've found a perfect fit
like that, what would you need me for?"  
  
"Karen," I started, but trailed off. All the strength had gone from my limbs,
and I fell back into the chaise lounge. Karen dropped her bag on the ground
and knelt in front of me, her beautiful face scrunched into a look of concern.  
  
"I'm sorry, Bill," she said. "I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry. Maybe I
should just go."  
  
She moved as if to leave, and I found enough strength to grab her wrist.
"Please don't," I said. She looked at me a moment, and then nodded. I took a
deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "Karen," I began, "I love Mom. I mean,
really love Mom. Last night was amazing, it was beyond words for me, too. But
you have to understand, that was my mother. There's a connection there that
doesn't exist anywhere else and the whole taboo thing, my oedipal complex. . .
I'm babbling. I'm not sure if I'm making much sense." Karen nodded
encouragement, but I could see moisture in her eyes.  
  
"What I'm trying to say is, yes, it was intense. It was crazy, it drove me
wild. But part of that was having you there with us. You're the center of it
all, you're the key, you're the one who made it all happen. And I can't. . . I
can't. . . I can't imagine not loving you. I can't imagine you not being part
of our life. Part of my life." I was going to say more, making much less
sense, but Karen shut me up with a passionate kiss that made my toes curl.
Karen pushed me back onto the chaise lounge and I fell backward, taking her
with me, and we didn't break the kiss. Her breasts pressed into my chest, her
arms on my shoulders, while I cupped her heart shaped ass and tried to suck
her tongue into my mouth. I could feel moisture falling on my cheeks, and knew
she was crying, but she was kissing me too and I didn't know what else to do
besides kiss her back.  
  
At last she pulled away from me, and wiped tears from her eyes with the heel
of her hand. "You are the most amazing guy I've ever met, Bill," she told me.  
  
"Well, thanks," I said in a mock suave voice.  
  
"Don't do that," she told me, frowning.  
  
"Okay," I told her quickly.  
  
She smiled, and we stared into one another's eyes for a long moment. Suddenly
Karen bounced to her feet. She bent down and dragged a towel out of her bag.
"Let's go swimming," she said. I sat up, and watched her as she peeled her
t-shirt off, revealing a light blue string bikini that strained against the
massive hemispheres on Karen's chest. Her breasts bounced enticingly as she
unsnapped her cut-offs and slid them down her long, lean legs. The bikini
bottoms were thin and blue, tied at her hips, and accentuated the curves of
her hips and ass. Her pale skin glowed in the sunlight.  
  
Karen looked over her shoulder at me, pointedly examining my crotch. "We'd
better cool you down before that goes off," she said with a mischievous grin.
I followed the line of her gaze, and blushed furiously. The thin nylon of my
red trunks did very little to hide the massive erection I sported.  
  
Still grinning, Karen bobbed over to the pool and slid over the side. She
squealed at the cold, nipples quickly and obviously denting the fabric of her
suit, and splashed out into the water. When the water reached her slim waist,
Karen ducked beneath the surface and swam underwater into the deep end. When
she popped her head up once more, she swiveled around and looked at me with a
pout. "Aren't you coming in?" she asked.  
  
It was difficult, even with Karen egging me on, to fight the natural instinct
to sit and try to hide the woody tenting my shorts. But I stood, set my
glasses on the table, and walked stiffly to the side of the pool, encouraged
by the appraising look in Karen's eyes. In one smooth movement, I executed one
of the best dives of my life, and the shock of cold water on my body served to
cool my ardor. I swam towards Karen freestyle, eyes locked on her scissoring
legs beneath the water, and ducked under the surface about five feet from her.
I managed to come up underneath her and grab her kicking legs. With a tug, I
pulled her underwater too, and then bobbed to the surface. She came up right
beside me and started splashing and laughing. I returned the favor, and we
horsed around in the pool for a while. I pretended to chase her, she pretended
to run. We splashed and kissed, and brushed body parts against one another. My
hand cupped a breast, her hip pressed into my crotch, her fingers brushed
against my chest.  
  
And then I accidentally -- honest! -- tugged at one of the ties keeping her
bikini bottoms on, and as she pulled away from me, jiggling and giggling, the
knot came undone. Karen kicked away from me, wide eyes regarding me. "Oh,
we're going to play that way, are we?" she asked. She splashed me again and
then dived straight underwater, her legs kicking up froth. I blinked water out
of my eyes, and the first thing I saw when I opened them was the bottom part
of Karen's bikini floating lazily on the surface of the water. I suddenly felt
a tug on my shorts, and realized Karen was beneath me, trying to yank my
shorts off. I ducked under the water to try to stop her, but she had better
leverage and flipped me over, tugging my shorts free and swimming away with
them.  
  
I broke the surface, trying to catch my breath, and watched Karen swim to the
shallow end of the pool. She threw my trunks onto the deck and stood up,
turning to face me. Water streamed down her voluptuous frame, and her top
clinged to her breasts like a second skin. Her nipples threatened to saw
through the fabric, and her breasts looked swollen and high on her chest. Her
tight stomach flowed down, into the water, and though I could see the flare of
her hips, the water hid the rest of her body. She reached behind her head and
pulled the scrunchy out of her hair, transferring it to her wrist. Karen's
long and wet auburn hair spilled down her back in a wave.  
  
I swam towards her slowly, using the breaststroke, watching her as I
approached. When I could stand, I righted myself and waded up to where she
stood. She placed a palm against my chest as I approached, stopping me in my
tracks. "It appears we didn't cool him off," she said pointedly, eyeing my
crotch once more. I grinned, no longer embarrassed at my engorged state. After
all, she had done it to me on purpose, and she was enjoying this as much as I
was.  
  
"I don't want to cool off," I told her. "I prefer to heat up."  
  
"Well, then," she said, dropping her hand. "What are you going to do about
it?"  
  
I stepped into her arms, putting my hands on her hips and pressing my body
against hers. Karen's plush tits pushed back against me, but her mouth parted
and her tongue darted out to taste mine as I kissed her. My hard-on bumped
insistently up against her stomach, leaving clear trails of pre-cum on her
belly. Her hands gripped my ass and squeezed, pulling me into her. I reached
behind Karen's back and pulled the remaining strings keeping her bikini top
intact, and broke away from our kiss long enough to peel it off of her.
Returning to her lips, I cupped her warm and wet tits in my hands, tweaking
the nipples between thumb and forefinger.  
  
I kissed her chin, and then her neck, and traced a trail with my lips into the
cleavage between her heavy breasts. Her skin tasted slightly of chlorine, but
Karen's natural jasmine tang predominated, and I dragged my tongue over every
inch of her mountainous breasts, sucking each nipple in turn, trying to taste
as much of her as I could. She mashed my face between her tits, and pushed her
nipples into my mouth. Her hips made little jerky movements as I suckled, and
the head of my engorged cock nestled against her belly button as she ground
against me. She made urgent sounds and ran her hands through my wet hair.
Eventually she yanked me free of her breasts and pulled me up into another
deep kiss.  
  
She took my cock in hand and angled it towards the groove between her thighs.
"Fuck me, Bill," she said. "Fuck me hard."  
  
She hunched her hips against me, and I slid smoothly into her pussy. Her heat
enveloped me once more, flesh burning flesh, and my turgid cock sought the
limits of her depths. I fucked into her, quick and insistent, and the water
around us churned into a froth. The cold water around us and the heat soaking
into my cock fought against one another as we fucked. I buried my face between
her breasts, kissing and licking their milky white expanse as I thrust into
her. Karen raised her legs off the pool floor and spread them, floating in my
arms. Each time I withdrew and rammed back within her, I carried us closer to
the edge of the pool. Soon, Karen's back pressed against the pool wall and her
body wrapped around me as I slammed into her again and again. The walls of her
cunt squeezed and caressed me as I dove within her, and the head of my cock
butted up against the roof of her womb.  
  
Karen gasped and convulsed in my arms, her legs locking around my midsection
and her arms tightening on my shoulders. The heat in her pussy rose several
degrees, scalding my cock as she came, and her pussy tightened around me like
a fist. Still I churned beneath her thighs, seeking my own release, and it
followed hers very quickly. I sank into her up to the hilt and discharged a
prodigious load within her, emptying my balls in a dozen throbbing spurts that
shook Karen into a second orgasm. She unleashed a cry of intense pleasure as I
groaned into her cleavage and came like a geyser.  
  
I sank into her arms and she cradled me. We floated in the water for a while,
until Karen suggested we relax by the side of the pool. "Otherwise, we might
drown," she said. I agreed, and we scrambled, naked and wet, out of the pool.
Karen handed me her towel and looked at me expectantly, magnificent body on
display.  
  
I cocked my head and looked at her for a moment, feeling my dick begin to
harden once more. "God, you're beautiful," I told her.  
  
"Thank you, honey," she said, "but now it's time to dry me off." It was the
first time she used an endearment like that to refer to me, and that really
charged me up. I realized at that moment that part of Mom's affect on my lies
in her constant use of the terms "sweetie" or "honey" when she talked to me.
All part of the oedipal thing, no doubt.  
  
But I grabbed the towel quickly enough and padded Karen down, rubbing every
inch of her lovely body with the towel. She shook her hair out herself, and
then used the same towel to rub me down as well. She grinned as she dried my
cock, and then led me by the hand to the chaise lounges. "There's some suntan
lotion in my bag," she said. "Could you get it for me? And my sunglasses?"  
  
I bent down to root in her bag, noting that she had a few changes of clothes,
another towel, and a racquetball racket of all things in there before
withdrawing, suntan lotion and shades in hand. While I was occupied, Karen
draped her luscious body across one of the lounge chairs. She pulled her hair
into a ponytail and slipped her scrunchy back on. I had to look at her again,
drink in the sight of her, and try to memorize her every curve. She noticed me
staring and smiled, shading her eyes with the palm of her hand. She held the
other hand out and crooked a finger at me, beckoning me forward.  
  
I gave her the sunglasses, and she slid them on. "Thanks," she said. "Could
you do me one more teensy little favor?"  
  
"Uh, sure," I said, staring in wonder at her pink, hardened nipples.  
  
"Grease me up so I don't burn?"  
  
"Happily," I said. "And then you can do me."  
  
"Mmmm, I like the sound of that."  
  
I popped the top of the bottle and squeezed a glob of lotion into my free
hand. Karen stretched out on the chaise and I began to apply the lotion. I
tried to apply the lessons I'd learned in the shower that morning, taking my
time to cover every exposed inch of Karen's body. I did her back first,
running my hands up and down from the base of her neck to the dimple at the
small of her back, and kneaded lotion into her buttocks, squeezing them
together. I rubbed lotion into along the backs of her thighs and her calves,
and then turned her over to do her front. I traced her collar bone, the
muscles in her shoulders and arms, coating her skin liberally. I put lotion on
both hands and cupped her massive breasts, rubbing them gently, circling
slowly towards the pink nipples in the center. With both hands I brushed her
stomach, feeling the muscles bunch and jump as I ran my fingertips across it.
I swept my palms along her hips and down her thighs, rubbing the lotion into
her skin. Her knees and shins came next, and then her feet and dainty toes.
Finally I crawled back up her legs and cupped her mound. It was open and wet,
already greased up though I hadn't applied any lotion there yet. A finger
slipped into her easily, and the second one easier still. I waggled my fingers
within her, and Karen rewarded me with a gasp. Karen's thighs parted, and her
pussy winked open further. I found the little nubbin of her clit and teased it
with a fingertip. Karen began to hump against my hand, and the chaise lounge
squeaked as Karen's ass scraped across it.  
  
I grinned and pulled my fingers free. Karen pouted, a stray lock of hair
falling across her sunglasses. Her forehead shone with sweat, while the rest
of her body glistened with lotion. Her hands cupped her tits, her thumb
teasing her hardened nipples.  
  
I grinned up at her, and then bent my head down and kissed her weeping pussy.
Karen hissed in surprise and pleasure. I lashed my tongue out and tasted her
pink folds, sucking slightly. I slurped up her juices, salty and sweet at
once, and I wanted to taste more. I thrust my tongue into her as deep as I
could, waggling it slightly. I felt Karen's hands grip my head, her fingers
trailing through my hair, and her thighs closed in around my ears. Her hips
jerked, pushing her pussy into my mouth. I sucked and slurped, trying to find
her clit again, but it was difficult without being able to see anything. It
was getting hard to breath as well, with my nose buried in her bush and my
mouth fastened against her pink lips. Then I found it: the tip of my tongue
brushed her clit and Karen cried out, thighs squeezing me harder. Afraid to
lose it, I wrapped my lips around her clit and sucked hard. Juice gushed from
Karen's pussy, filling my mouth and pouring down my chin. She shuddered and
convulsed beneath my mouth, and then her thighs fell away and she released my
head.  
  
I looked up past her steaming cunt, through the valley of her tits, and saw
the dazed expression on Karen's face. She brushed the loose lock of hair out
of her eyes and slumped against the chair. "That was beautiful, baby," Karen
said. "C'mere and give me a kiss."  
  
I dragged myself up her body, hard cock brushing against her thighs, and
kissed her fiercely. She licked her own juices from my lips and chin. "Give me
a sec to catch my breath," she said, breathing heavily, "and then I'll take
care of you."  
  
I needed a breather myself, actually. I collapsed on the chaise lounge beside
her, limbs splayed, only mildly self-conscious that I was buck naked. After
all, there was a gorgeous woman next to me similarly attired, and that made it
okay. I found myself thinking of Mom doing the same thing out here on a semi-
regular basis, while I was out wandering the hills.  
  
Then the sun shining in my eyes dimmed as Karen's shadow fell over me. I
blinked and raised a hand to shade my eyes. Karen took off her sunglasses and
slipped them over my eyes, letting me see a little bit better.  

"Roll over," she commanded, and I complied willingly. My hard-on pressed into
the lounge's mattress, staining it the precum leaking from the tip. Karen
began to massage my back, rubbing lotion into my skin, and the combination of
heat, exertion, and the pleasure soaking into my body made me doze slightly.
Karen brought me fully awake with a light slap against my buttocks, then
kneaded and squeezed them with her hands. She stretched the muscles in my
thighs and caressed my calves and the arches in my feet. Before she rolled me
over, she reached between my legs and gave my balls a squeeze.  
  
Karen emptied the bottle of lotion on my chest and thighs, spraying it on me,
and then pushed it around on my body with her hands. She coated my arms and
chest, thighs and shins, and then came back for my stomach and cock. She
greased up my balls, and then, gripping my cock by the base, levered it away
from my stomach and gave it a kiss. She sucked lightly, wrapping her lips
around the head and teasing my pisshole with her tongue. She slurped up the
precum that my cock was generating by the gallon, and slowly sucked more of my
cock into her mouth. She lowered her head upon me, swallowing me whole. I felt
her throat constrict around my dick as she took almost all of me into her
mouth. Her nostrils flared, and she released me, sliding up my rod so that
only the tip lay in her mouth, resting on her tongue. I reached behind me and
gripped the frame of the chaise lounge with both hands, but couldn't resist a
few jerky hip movements, trying to thrust into Karen's mouth.  
  
Her saliva dripped down the length of my cock, and she sucked the head
lightly. I hissed in pleasure. Karen looked up at me, green eyes glazed with
passion, and slowly, achingly, enveloped me once again. She wiggled her nose
slightly when my bush tickled her, but she let my cock rest in her throat. She
swallowed, her tongue curling around my length and her throat tightening
against the tip. My cock throbbed, squirting cream down her throat, and she
quickly released me again. My cock popped out of her mouth, and Karen took a
deep, shuddering breath before licking me and sucking me into her mouth once
more. Her free hand found my balls and teased them, grinding and squeezing
them in her palm.  
  
My breath came in short gasps, and my heart thundered in my chest. I spread my
legs and tightened my grip on the lounge, while Karen deep throated me once
more, her tongue and throat constricting around my throbbing weapon, her
saliva greasing my pole. Her head bobbed in my lap, her lips spreading and
contracting as she raced from the narrow tip of my cock to the wide base. The
exposed length of my cock glistened with her saliva and my cream, and so too
did her chin. I tried to fight the rapidly approaching orgasm, but it was no
use. Karen's technique was too much for me.  
  
My dick throbbed and bucked as she reached an upstroke, and a jet of cum
erupted from me to splatter on Karen's tongue. As soon as I began to cum,
Karen loosed my cock from the sweet prison of her mouth and half sat up,
aiming my shuddering cock at her tits. My cock shuddered and sprayed jet after
jet of cum onto her magnificent breasts, coating them liberally and adding
another protective coating to her skin. My cock deflated, and I collapsed,
gasping and spent. Karen rubbed my cum into her skin with both hands, cooing
all the while, and then used the dregs of the suntan lotion to coat my crotch.
"We certainly don't want any sunburns there," Karen said with a grin.  
  
She dragged the other chaise across the foot of deck separating the two, so
that they touched, and plopped down into it. I was drifting off into a much
deserved rest, but still I felt Karen take my hand. And that's how we spent
the afternoon: dozing, tanning in the warm sun, hand in hand.  
  
Later in the afternoon, Karen turned slightly and poked me in the ribs. "I'm
hungry," she said. "We should get lunch."  
  
"I brought sodas and chips out," I told her.  
  
"No, we should get lunch," she told me, sitting up. "So up and at 'em, stud.
Get cleaned up and changed."  
  
"Okay," I said reluctantly, "I think we have some chicken salad in the
fridge."  
  
"You're not listening," Karen said, tits bobbing distractedly. "I'm taking you
to lunch. So make yourself presentable."  
  
"Um, okay," I said. "I'll, um, use the downstairs shower. You use the upstairs
one."  
  
"You sure you don't want to share a shower together?" Karen asked.  
  
I blinked, still a bit dazed from my nap. "Well, of course I do," I said,
hopping to my feet. "Let's go!"  
  
We ran into the house, Karen scooping up her bag and me grabbing my glasses on
the way, and up the stairs into Mom's bathroom. I started the shower running,
while Karen dumped her bag on the floor and pulled out her auxiliary towel. I
stepped into the shower and Karen crowded in behind me, her tits bumping
against my back. I grabbed the soap and turned around. "Scrub me, baby," Karen
said.  
  
I washed her, she washed me, and we started a slow, delicious fuck that turned
into a quick one when the hot water turned cold. As we dried off, I apologized
to her for the water heater's failure. "I guess Mom and I used too much of the
hot water this morning," I told her.  
  
Karen shrugged. Her nipples were still hard, either from the sex or the
shower. "We have plenty of time for more water-fun," she said. "And anything
else you want to try." She wiped her thighs down with the towel, one foot on
the toilet seat.  
  
"Anything?" I said. Mom had mentioned something earlier that day, and I had
been thinking about things to try most of the day.  
  
Karen looked up, eyes wide and mouth hanging open in surprised. "Oh, have you
got something in mind?" I shrugged, suddenly reluctant to share. "Bill, c'mon.
You can tell me."  
  
"Well, I don't know," I said.  
  
She smiled, and rose to her full height. "Afraid I'll laugh or think it's
weird? Don't be. I'm not the judgmental type, believe me. After all, I just
watched a son have sex with his mother last night. And someday I'll tell you
how I afforded college. So, spill it, stud."  
  
"Well, okay," I said. "I thought it would be, um, kinda cool if, um. . . "  
  
"Bill," Karen said. "Tell me. It's okay."  
  
"Well, I thought it would be cool if. . .," I paused, looking away, "you and
Mom wore French maid outfits. Or something."  
  
Karen's eyebrows rose almost to her hairline. Then she smiled. "That has. . .
definite possibilities," she said.  
  
I looked at her sharply. "Really?" She nodded. "So, uh, how did you afford
college?"  
  
Karen grinned. "Someday, Bill, but not today. Let's get lunch, okay?"




        The Sitter Ch. 03


An Oedipus County Tale  
  
_This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is
purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be
duplicated. It's all pretend, folks._  
  
CHAPTER THREE  
  
Things went quickly after those first two days. Karen moved in with us within
a week. Mom and Karen concocted a story about us looking to take on a boarder
to help with expenses, and that seemed to satisfy the curious. Karen moved all
her stuff into the guest room, though most nights she slept with Mom or me, or
both of us. Much as we all wanted to, we couldn't fuck all day, all the time.
Mom had work, I had high school, and Karen had grad school. A good thing, too,
that we all had distractions. We managed to keep from becoming hermits, which
probably would have called attention to our situation, and we also ensured
that we didn't tire of one another too quickly. During the school week, in
fact, they made me sleep alone in my own room while they cuddled in Mom's
double bed. The only thing keeping me from getting jealous was the frequent,
juicy fucks from one or the other of them during the afternoon, and the
frenzied fuckfests that came with each weekend.  
  
Mom and Karen were both inventive and playful, and they inspired me to be the
same. The sex was fantastic, but it was also fun, and occasionally funny. In
between the moans, groans, and squelches, there was laughter. I think that
helped me a lot, dealing with what was going on. I mean, as much fun as it was
-- and I meant it when I told Mom there were no regrets -- it was still really
fucking weird to be having regular, mind-blowing sex with my own mother.
Keeping it fun, keeping it light and enjoyable for all, allowed me to avoid
obsessing about Mom or Karen. Or both of them together.  
  
At school, my studies suffered little. Part of my deal with Mom required good
grades, and there was no way I was going to mess it up by failing a test or
paper. Karen helped me, too, while Mom was busy at work. She would do her own
homework on the kitchen table, and I would join her. Whenever I hit something
I had trouble with, she'd help me out. When we studied for exams, every right
answer I gave her earned me a kiss.  
  
I didn't get straight A's, but I did pretty well. Not so well that I could
pick and choose which college to go to after graduation, but well enough that
some decent schools were eager to have me.  
  
One day I came home to a darkened house, after spending the afternoon at my
friend Hank's playing video games. Both Mom's Cherokee and Karen's Escort were
in the driveway when I parked my beater in the street, but the house appeared
deserted. I entered through the kitchen in the back of the house and saw
lights shining in the living room, though none of the lamps were on. I set my
backpack on the kitchen table and hurried into the room, finding candles set
on all the flat surfaces in the room. Big, fat purple candles sat on the
coffee table, while narrower white ones flickered atop the mantle of the
electric fireplace. Similar candles were set upon the entertainment center,
creating odd shadows on the darkened television and stereo. The knick-knack
table by the stairs and the bookcase against the near wall also shone with
candlelight. The air was heady with the fragrance of melting wax and the spark
of flame. The curtains were drawn and the lamps were darkened, but the candles
lit the room nicely, giving it all an attractive glow.  
  
"The young master 'as returned," Mom said with a terrible French accent.  
  
"Oui, oui," Karen agreed.  
  
Both of them stood at the foot of the stairs, dimly illuminated by the candle
light. Despite the poor light, I could see them clearly, and what I saw took
my breath away. Both of them were dressed identically in a loose approximation
of a French maid's outfit. Little white caps lay atop their heads, where their
hair was pinned up, with long braids spilling down their backs. Black silk
chokers encircled each throat, while they wore diaphanous white aprons that
barely covered the front of their bodies, revealing a great deal of cleavage
on either woman. Beneath the apron, I could see nothing but skin, while their
legs were encased in black hose that clung tightly to their flesh. Black high
heels gave my statuesque mother another few inches of height, but Karen had
settled on more sensible shoes, making Mom look a giantess in comparison.  
  
One glance had my cock tenting the front of my pants painfully. I stood and
stared at the beautiful sight before me, mouth hanging open and eyes widening.  
  
Mom and Karen tittered, and then the two of them sauntered across the room.
Mom's hips swiveled enticingly as she walked on those high heels. Two pairs of
breasts bobbed alluringly behind thin white aprons, and I saw hardened nipples
beneath them.  
  
"Welcome home, Bill," Mom said, foregoing the accent and taking me into her
arms. She leaned down to give me a kiss. Her tits pressed into my chest, and
she rubbed her thigh against my crotch. Karen grinned at me over Mom's
shoulder.  
  
"Zee young master is a bit overdressed," Karen said, affecting the accent once
more.  
  
"Oui," Mom echoed, breaking our kiss and regarding me with a smoldering gaze.
She stepped back a step and Karen rushed in, running her hands across my
chest, tugging at the buttons on my shirt. Mom wedged herself around Karen and
attacked my belt, loosening it and unzipping my pants. In moments they had me
stripped to my boxers, flinging my clothes around the room -- careful not to
knock any candles over -- and they each took a hand and led me to the couch.  
  
They forced me to sit, and Karen curled up next to me, pressing her barely
restrained tits against my shoulder and turning my head towards he to give me
a kiss. I'm afraid I wasn't able to give her my full attention, as Mom was
kneeling between my legs. Mom tugged the last piece of clothing off my body,
and my hard cock slapped against my belly. With her palms on my thighs, Mom
bent over my lap and blew on the engorged head of my member. As precum began
to leak out of my cock and drip down my length, she extended her tongue and
lashed the sensitive crown. My cock throbbed of its own volition, bumping
against Mom's chin and eliciting a squeal of delight from her.  
  
Karen traced her full lips along my jawline, sucked at my earlobe, and kissed
the surging pulse in my throat. Her plush breasts threatened to leap out of
their diaphanous confines, her nipples denting the fabric noticeably.  
  
Mom's head bobbed as her lips enveloped my cock and slowly swallowed its
length. Warm and wet, Mom's mouth felt wonderful, and her saliva mixed with my
precum, sloshing around in her mouth and dripping down the few exposed inches
of my cock. She sucked, her cheeks hollowing with the effort, and it felt like
she was trying to swallow me. My cock surged into her mouth, the head butting
against the back of her throat as her nose brushed against my pubic hair. Mom
slurped as she dragged her lips back up my length, and I heard her inhale a
deep breath through her nostrils. My dick throbbed and squirted more precum on
her tongue. A heartbeat later, she swallowed me again, quick and smooth, my
length sinking into her softness with ease.  
  
Karen's hands ran along my chest and back, her lips alighting on my burning
skin here and there. I grabbed the front of her apron and tugged it down,
allowing her breasts to pop into view, while the straps pushed them together,
forming a delicious cleavage. While Mom sucked me, I latched my own lips
around one of Karen's strawberry pink nipples and began to nip and suck on it.
Karen kneaded my head and made soft sounds while I pleasured her.  
  
Mom released me from the sweet prison of her mouth and at up. "The young
master, I think, is ready," she said. She rose to her feet, and urged Karen
out of the way. I gave Karen's tits a playful tweak as she shifted on the
couch and she blew me a kiss. Mom straddled me, her apron falling over my
rampant cock as she did so. I could feel the heat of her pussy though I
couldn't see it, and let out and involuntary gasp when Mom reached beneath the
fabric to grip the base of my cock and guide it to her opening. I grabbed her
tits and squeezed them, causing Mom to hiss. Encouraged, I pulled the front of
the apron down, causing Mom's tits to pop into view as well. Her dark nipples
were as hard as my cock, and I attacked them with my lips and tongue. Mom
released my cock to brace her hands on my shoulders, but I felt a hand
encircle my girth anyway. I risked a glance around Mom's breast, and saw Karen
on her knees, one hand stroking Mom's thigh and the other hand reaching
beneath her to grip me and aim me towards Mom's steaming pussy.  
  
Karen tickled my balls, and I grunted against Mom's breast. I heard Karen's
distinctive giggle, and felt Mom's questioning look. Then, the head of my cock
brushed up against the lips of Mom's pussy, and both Mom and I hunched our
hips forward involuntarily, unable to resist the pull of our hormones. The
result was that I slammed my cock home into Mom's pussy, while she crashed her
pussy down upon me, swallowing me whole. Heat enveloped me, and her moisture
soaked into my skin. My cock throbbed within the warm confines of Mom's pussy,
and I grabbed her waist and began to fuck her. Mom moaned and fucked me back
with equal intensity, and then let out an uncharacteristic squeal. She looked
back over her shoulder, her braid whipping around to hit me in the face, to
see what Karen was doing behind her.  
  
I fucked into Mom, spit hair out of my mouth, and peered around Mom's bronzed
pneumatic form to take a peek myself. Karen's face was planted between Mom's
ass cheeks, spread apart by Karen's hands, and she could only be giving Mom a
"rim-job," something I'd only heard about before. Karen's head bobbed, keeping
pace with Mom's body as she and I thrust against one another, and I had to
release a breathless "Whoa."  
  
Mom returned her attention to her son, grabbing my face and turning me away
from the cock-hardening sight before me. She thrust her heaving tits into my
face and said, "Get to work, there, young master," punctuating her words with
a few moans. I grinned and did as she said, capturing a nipple between my
teeth and thrusting hard into her cunt. I felt lips on my balls, and knew
immediately that Karen had altered her position. Mom, sensing what was going
on, shifted her grip on me as well, bearing down a little and forcing me to
sort of slide off the edge of the couch. Mom teetered but didn't waver,
fucking back at me with all her energy. I gasped, feeling Mom's pussy massage
my cock and Karen's lips suck my balls into her mouth. I wanted to warn them
that was I was slipping, but I couldn't find the breath, and every thrust into
Mom's pussy distracted me.  
  
In another moment, the cushion under my ass gave way, sliding off the couch,
and it took Mom and I with it. Karen was quick-thinking enough to dodge out of
the way and avoided injury by pulling back from us, but she wasn't quick
enough to catch Mom or I. We ended up in a heap on the floor, limbs in
disarray, and yet strangely still joined at the crotch. Luckily, Karen had
pushed the coffee table out of the way beforehand, or one of us could have
been seriously injured.  
  
I gave Mom a quick look and then sort of righted myself, careful not to
withdraw from the warm prison of her pussy. "Are you okay?" I asked her.  
  
She nodded, her hips jerking against me. "I bit my lip when I hit the floor,
though," she said.  
  
"Should we stop?" I asked.  
  
She shook her head, braid whipping around. "Hell no." With that, she began to
fuck me again, wrapping her legs around my waist to pull me closer. I braced
my arms on the carpet beside her head and began to thrust, riding her for all
she was worth. Mom's clasping pussy tightened around me with each thrust, and
at this angle it was easier for me to reach the roof of her womb. The first
time I banged against it, she widened her eyes and redoubled her movements,
forcing me to keep up with her.  
  
Karen walked on all fours up to us and laid down next to Mom, sharing a grin
with her before rolling half-over to watch me. At some point, she had shed the
apron, though she left on the little cap and the black hose. Almost
absentmindedly, Karen reached out to cup and knead the nearer of Mom's tits.
"You better save some energy for me, 'young master,'" Karen told me pointedly,
but I didn't spare the breath to respond. Mom was beginning to crest, her
pussy clamping tight around me, her breathing quick and shallow, and her legs
tight around my waist. Making Mom cum began to trigger my own eruption, and as
Mom cried out and arched her back, thrusting her body against me, I rammed
deep inside her and let go. My body shuddered as my cum arced from my cock
into Mom's molten core, splattering her insides with white heat.  
  
Mom collapsed, breathless, beneath me. I flopped down upon her, gasping
myself.  
  
Karen made a moue of disappointment. "I said, save some for me," she said,
pouting.  
  
"Just give a minute," I said, "and I'll fuck you senseless, too." I gently
disengaged myself from Mom, kissed her lightly on the lips and settled into a
kneeling position.  
  
Mom remained splayed out beneath me. She grinned up at me. "Sweetie," she
said, "I have to admit, you're the best lover I've ever had." I blushed, and
helped her into a sitting position.  
  
Karen flopped down on the couch, tits bouncing provocatively. I fixed the
cushion and dropped down beside her. I put my palm on her belly, and lightly
stroked her skin with my fingertips. Karen leaned into me, molding her body
against my own and kissed me passionately. I returned the kiss, cupping and
hefting her breasts. I teased her nipples with my thumbs, and slowly pressed
her back against the couch. Karen murmured and cooed as I began to kiss my way
down her neck, between her breasts, and along her flat stomach. "Oh, yes," she
moaned, as I went lower. Nuzzling her pussy, I teased her folds with my
tongue. Karen was soaking wet, and her juices stained my cheeks and lips
immediately. I flicked my tongue along the length of her gash, tasting her,
licking her, sucking on her. Karen gripped my head and pushed my face into her
pussy, urging me on.  
  
At the same time, Mom stood up, peeled off her apron, and assaulted Karen's
breasts, latching her lips on to one of Karen's pink, hardened nipples. Karen
groaned in pleasure. "Enough with the tongue, stud," she told me through
gasping breaths. "I need you inside me."  
  
That was all I needed. With one last fond lash of the tongue, I levered myself
up to my knees, grasped my cock, and pierced her roughly. Karen cried out, and
her legs scissored closed around my waist to pull me tight. Without further
urging, I began to fuck her, ramming into Karen with all the strength and
speed I could muster.  
  
Mom pulled away from Karen's bouncing breasts so that she could watch us,
fingering herself as she did so.  
  
Karen's pussy grasped at my cock with each plunge, her inner muscles catching
me and trying to suck me deeper within her. I hunched forward to pepper her
breasts with kisses, managing just barely to capture one turgid nipple in my
mouth in order to suckle. My rhythm faltered slightly as I did so, but Karen
didn't seem to notice, judging by her cries. I released her breast and found
her mouth, giving her as passionate a kiss as I could under the circumstances.
Our tongues wrestled briefly, but we had to break away in order to breathe.
But we did not stop fucking. That I could not have done if I tried; my hips
and cock had a mind of their own, and they pounded away with the ferocity only
an eighteen year old can muster.  
  
Karen looked up at me, her green eyes glowing with love, her face scrunched in
passion. I could feel my own love for her welling up within my breast, a
feeling so intense that it almost hurt, and I felt that my love was being
reflected back at me through Karen's eyes.  
  
Suddenly her eyes rolled back and her calves and thighs tightened around my
body, urging me deep. Karen's soaking, heated pussy grew hotter and wetter and
tighter, and her body spasmed beneath me. Still my cock churned within her,
and before Karen could catch her breath from the first orgasm, I had her
climaxing once more. Karen cried out, a long note of pure joy and passion.
Mom, unable to help herself, grabbed my face and gave me a fierce kiss.  
  
Karen's cry tapered off, and her pussy tightened around my pistoning cock once
more. I could feel my balls tightening, and my own climax threatening to cut
loose. "Bill," Karen gasped, "I want to feel your hot cum on my body. When
you're ready, pull out and cum on me."  
  
Mom broke our kiss and regarded us both with glowing eyes. As usual, a little
dirty talk from Karen -- occasionally Mom -- set me off. I thrust deep within
Karen once more, reveling in the feeling of her body surrounding me, and then
yanked my cock free. It slapped against her pussy, and then against her belly
as I rose up. Karen's hands grabbed my hips and rubbed my lower stomach, and
then "boom." The orgasm I had fighting for the last few desperate moments
could not be held back any longer. White, boiling cum erupted from the
engorged tip of my cock, spraying in a long arc. The first jet splashed
against Karen's cheek, while the one following it splattered across her
heaving, flushed tits. Another dozen squirts of cum covered Karen from tits to
stomach, coating her pale skin like white frosting. Gasping for breath, I fell
backwards on the other side of the sofa.  
  
Karen, meanwhile, shuddered and shook with another orgasm, triggered,
apparently, by my money shot. She ran her hands through the puddles of cum on
her body, and licked her fingers with a moist, pink tongue. Mom, eyes glazed
with lust, dropped to her knees beside Karen and began to lick my cum off of
Karen's body, beginning with the semen pooling on Karen's belly. Mom's tongue
trailed across Karen's belly, dipping into Karen's belly button to scrape up
the precious fluid. Mom licked her way up to Karen's prodigious breasts,
kissing away the cum that decorated their slopes. Karen had two fingers up her
pussy, while her other hand was cupping Mom and teasing her folds.  
  
I looked down at my own cock, amazed at how quickly I was recovering. I was
already at half-mast, and climbing steadily. I always loved watching Mom and
Karen go at it, but the added thrill of watching Mom clean my semen off of
Karen's body had the blood rushing back into my cock with breakneck speed.  
  
Mom licked her way back down Karen's belly. She climbed on to the couch,
lifting one leg over Karen's head, and settled into the sixty-nine position.
Mom's head dropped between Karen's legs to dip her tongue into Karen's
honeypot, while Karen wrapped her arms around Mom's waist and pulled Mom's
pussy closer to her mouth. Mom moaned into Karen's pussy as Karen's tongue
attacked her. Mom thrust her hips into Karen's mouth, while Karen mimicked her
movements.  
  
I hopped off the couch, dick bobbing, to watch the show.  
  
Feeling the couch shift as I moved, Mom and Karen stretched out a little more.
Karen's thighs parted to allow Mom greater access. I saw Mom purse her lips
around Karen's erect clit, and heard Karen moan passionately, though the sound
was somewhat muffled by Mom's own pussy. I shifted around towards the end of
the couch where Mom's knees lay across the armrest and Karen craned her head
up to reach Mom's weeping gash. Mom's pussy was pink and beautiful, soaked
through with her juices and the remnants of my own, which Karen was sucking
out of her. But as Mom's ministrations elicited another lust-wracked moan from
Karen, Karen had no choice but to let her head fall back, revealing Mom's
lovely pussy in all it's glory. Karen's lips glistened with moisture, but her
teeth were gritted tightly as an orgasm shook through her body.  

My distended member throbbed hungrily. Heavy with need, it angled away from my
belly and aimed itself at Mom's crotch.  
  
Without conscious thought, I stepped forward. The head of my cock butted up
against the lips of Mom's pussy, and she opened up to let me inside. With a
quick thrust, I buried myself to the hilt, Mom's plush ass thumping
deliciously against my stomach. I wrapped my hands around Mom's trim waist and
began to slowly fuck her. I shivered when I felt Karen's mouth wrapped lightly
around my balls and began to suck. My swollen cock throbbed inside Mom in
response, and when I withdrew from her, Karen licked the exposed length of my
cock before I drove it home once more. When I did, Karen transferred her mouth
to my balls once more. The pattern repeated itself; Mom's mouth on Karen's
pussy, my cock within Mom's, and Karen teasing me with her lips and tongue and
teeth.  
  
It wasn't long before I was driving more and more quickly into Mom, and she
enthusiastically fucked back at me, matching me thrust for thrust. Karen
couldn't match our tempo, so she ignored my thrusts and settled on alternately
sucking on my right and left nut. I could almost feel my balls filling with
cum, and it felt to me like my cock was gaining an inch with each thrust. I
didn't think I could last, and I couldn't.  
  
Within ten minutes, my balls contracted, my cock expanded, and I felt the cum
surge up through the length of my rod. Karen felt it too. As I withdrew,
preparing to slam myself deep into Mom's cunt and unleash a torrent of cum,
Karen wrapped a slim hand around my length and dragged it free of the sweet
confinement of Mom's cunt. Instead, she angled my cock downward, and enveloped
the tip in her mouth.  
  
That was it.  
  
I braced my palms against the small of Mom's back, and she looked up from
Karen's cunt, giving me a lust glazed look over her shoulder. My cock bucked
and heaved, jetting wads of cum into Karen's mouth. I watched her throat work
greedily to accept my gift, swallowing a prodigious load that didn't seem to
want to stop. I came and came, and Karen took it all, never spilling a drop.
At last she released me and I lurched backward on unsteady legs. Karen
coughed, gurgled, and sucked in a deep, deep breath.  
  
"Mmm, mmm, good," she said. Karen and Mom started giggling, and Mom maneuvered
herself so that she was laying on top of Karen, tits to tits, pussy to pussy.
I didn't quite get the joke, and didn't have the breath to share in it in any
case. I collapsed to the floor on my haunches and tried to regain my
equilibrium. It did not return with any amount of speed, but Mom and Karen
were quite capable of amusing one another while they waited.  
  
That was another night we ended up in the Jacuzzi, washing sweat and cum from
our bodies with steaming water, even as we fucked again and again.  
  
Not that everything was sweetness and light, however. Mom and Karen both
encouraged me to join the swim team, and I made it on the team pretty easily.
My hikes, biking, and sexual work-outs ensured that I was in excellent shape
for a nebbish kind of kid, and I did well on the team. There was a girl, a
senior like me, named Melonie Driscoll. We sort of hit it off, and started
hanging out together. Mom saw it as a good sign, but then no matter how
involved we got in the bedroom, Mom always considered it recreational. Karen,
though, got a little temperamental whenever I mentioned Melonie, or did
anything with her. I didn't really understand what was going on; I mean, my
Mom was telling me it was cool, and I was totally in love with Karen besides.
I thought she knew that, I thought she realized Melonie was just my friend.
But like I said before, love isn't exactly rational, is it?  
  
So one day Karen blew up at me and took off in her car, leaving me dumbfounded
and speechless in the living room. I'd never had a girlfriend before, let
alone a live-in lover, and I had no idea what I was doing. So I went to Mom.  
  
"I thought I heard some yelling down there," she said when I came into her
room. "What's wrong?" She was in bed, with the covers up against her chest, a
brief in her hand. She pulled her glasses off to regard me as I approached.  
  
"Karen's upset because I spend so much time with Mel. But you tell me to spend
more time with her." I sat down on the edge of Mom's bed. "I'm a little
confused."  
  
Mom frowned. "Hmmm," she said thoughtfully. "Maybe I've steered you wrong on
this one, sweetie. I thought spending time with a girl your own age would be
good for you. I don't know, I guess I thought that Karen saw our arrangement
the same way I do." She reached over and patted me on the arm. "Which I mean
in the nicest possible way, sweetie. You fuck me like no one has before, but I
think you understand when I tell you I prefer to stay objective about the
whole thing. I want you to grow up healthy and move out and get married and
give me grandchildren eventually, and you won't be doing any of that if you
and I get too involved. But Karen doesn't have that worry. . . and she's a lot
younger than I am, and less sure of herself. I don't know why I didn't see it
sooner.  
  
"So," she said, focusing on me once again. "The first thing you do is break
things off with Melonie. She's a great girl, but you have to make it clear to
her that you're just friends. And then, you have to make sure Karen is aware
of how much she means to you."  
  
"Flowers?" I said.  
  
"That's a start," Mom said. "Tell you what I'm going to do. Tomorrow, I'm
picking you up after school. You're skipping practice and we're coming home to
make your sweetheart a nice, candlelit dinner. Don't worry, I'll run back to
the office before she comes home. How does that sound?"  
  
I grinned and have her a kiss. "Thanks, Mom."  
  
She returned my kiss, but when I went for her breast she gently pushed me
away. "Hey, tonight's a school night. And you should save something for
Karen."  
  
"Aw, Mom," I groaned. "You should realize by now that I don't have any trouble
getting it up. Quite the opposite, really."  
  
Mom raised an eyebrow and began to frown, but I saw her eyes dart to my
crotch, where my hardening member was tenting my shorts. The frown quickly
transformed into an impish grin. "My baby has become quite the little satyr,
hasn't he?" she mumbled, almost to herself. She set the brief she had been
reading on the nightstand and sat up, letting the covers bunch at her waist
and revealing the silk nightie hugging her bountiful curves.  
  
Grinning, I leaned forward to kiss her once more. This time when I grabbed her
tit, Mom moaned and arched her back, pressing her hardening nipple into the
palm of my hand. Mom broke away from me and slid out from under the covers,
her tawny legs wrapping around my waist. I pulled the straps of her nightie
down her shoulders, kissing her chin and throat and collarbone, and made my
way down the slopes of her breasts as I pulled her nightie down to bunch at
her waist. Mom's heavy breasts bounced into view, dark nipples hard and
begging to be kissed. Naturally, I obliged them.  
  
Mom moaned and ran her hands through my hair. "Oh yes, sweetie, suck my tits,"
she hissed. "You know how to make your mommy feel so good." I wrapped my lips
around a nipple, nipping lightly and applying suction. Mom's tit pressed
against my lips, and I licked around the nipple in concentric, widening
circles, eventually switching to the other breast. Just as my lips brushed the
underside of her breast, Mom pressed her palms against my chest and pushed me
away. She shifted on the bed, rising over me so that I fell backward onto it.
Her long blond hair fell in my face, tickling my nose, and she leaned down to
kiss me again.  
  
Her hands were busy at my waistband. Her fingers slid between it and my waist
and pushed my shorts down, bending my hardened cock painfully. "Ouch," I said
into her mouth, and Mom pulled back to regard me. I reached down to adjust my
shorts and free my cock. Mom offered me an apologetic smile that quickly
turned devilish.  
  
"Shall I kiss it and make it all better?" she said. I groaned in response,
wordlessly raising my hips so she could peel my shorts off my pelvis. My dick
bounced against my belly, a copious amount of precum leaking from the tip.
Chuckling throatily, Mom maneuvered herself between my legs. She gripped the
base of my cock and angled it away from my belly. Lightly she kissed the
purple, swollen head. It throbbed in response, squirting precum onto her plush
lips. "My baby," Mom said proudly. "It's hard to believe this monster came out
of my body, that I had a hand in creating this marvelous, mouth-watering
cock." Her hand stroked me gently as she spoke, and her words made my cock
throb in her hand. A veritable flood of cream was jetting from the crown of my
cock, coating her hand and making it fly up and down it's length.  
  
"Mooom," I pleaded, thrusting my hips against her hand.  
  
"Don't use that tone with me, young man," Mom said mock-severely. She caressed
the head of my cock with her palm, squeezing lightly. My juices squelched
against her hand. "What did I teach you about politeness?"  
  
I grinned, always enjoying the little touches of mothering that Mom put in our
lovemaking. "Mom, please suck my cock," I said, as contritely as I could
manage with a raging hard-on.  
  
"That's better," Mom said approvingly. She ducked her head, sucking the crown
into her lips to scrape her tongue along my pisshole, scooping precum into her
mouth. Her fingers wrapped around my balls, cupping them lightly and teasing
my sack. Slowly, Mom swallowed me, allowing her lips to slide down my length.
Her cheeks hollowed as she applied suction, and it was my turn to run my hands
through Mom's hair, encouraging her to continue.  
  
Just watching my own mother with my cock in her mouth was nearly mind-blowing
enough to make me bust my nut, even though she'd been doing it for months. It
never ceased to amaze me or to give me an erotic charge, which was pretty much
why I walked around with an almost constant erection. It didn't help that Mom
and Karen had put a ban on masturbation, ensuring I saved all my cum for my
women rather than the wads of tissue I had used before. Luckily, Mom and Karen
were good sports about taking care of my needs whenever I got horny, so long
as I returned the favor.  
  
My cock throbbed against the roof of Mom's mouth, and I resisted the urge to
thrust into her mouth. But just barely. "Mom, careful," I told her.  
  
Mom released my cock from the sweet prison of her mouth with a loud slurp.
Saliva and precum slid down the length of my cock and dripped from Mom's chin.
Her tongue snaked out to lick her lips, and she smiled, eyes gleaming. "Oh?"
she said. "I thought you had 'no trouble getting it up'? Are you saying that
if I suck you just a little harder," and here she punctuated her statement by
giving my throbbing member a burning kiss, "you're going to have trouble
finishing what you started?"  
  
"Uh. . .," I said brilliantly. "That's not really fair," I tried to say. Mom
cupped my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze, causing me to jump. My dick
bounced against her cheeks as I moved. "It's obvious I'm not thinking
straight."  
  
"Oh, you're thinking straight alright," Mom quipped, sweeping her hand along
the lubricated length of my hardness. Then, as usual, she let me off the hook.
Intellectually at least; she dropped her head once more and enveloped me in
her mouth. Her lips stretched around my girth and her cheeks bulged as my cock
pressed against the inside of her mouth. Mom sucked in a deep breath, her
nostrils flaring, and then she swallowed me to the hilt. I felt her throat
constrict around me as she took my entire length past her lips. Her mouth was
like a vacuum, drawing me in, and I couldn't hold out for long.  
  
In moments, my cock swelled, Mom's mouth grew tighter, and I felt my dick buck
and throb as jet after jet of semen spurted from the tip, straight into Mom's
gullet. As soon as I started spurting, Mom adjusted her grip on me to keep
from choking. Her mouth slid up my cock so that only the head remained
imprisoned between her ruby lips. The exposed length glistened with Mom's
saliva and my juices. Mom's cheeks bulged with my cum, and her eyes gleamed
with a mixture of lust and love. Still my cock spat its payload, some of it
dribbling past Mom's lips to drip down my cock or her chin. Finally Mom
released me and swallowed, and the last few spurts splattered against my belly
as my cock slammed into it.  
  
"Mmmm," Mom purred. She scraped cum off her chin with her nails and fed it
into her mouth. "When was the last time you came?" she asked brightly.  
  
My dick, threatening to wilt after my explosive orgasm, wavered between
flacidity and hardness. "Yesterday," I admitted.  
  
"Are you taking any vitamin supplements I'm not aware of?" she asked.  
  
I shook my head. "Why?"  
  
She gripped my cock at the base, levering it away from my flat stomach. At her
touch, it instantly returned to its previous state, throbbing hungrily between
her fingers. "You always come like a hose, baby," Mom told me. "And you are
always ready for more. It occurred to me you might be taking something to help
with that behind my back."  
  
I shook my head again, grinning. I flexed my cock in her hand, thrilled at her
touch. "One hundred percent natural, ma'am," I said. "I do think the constant
sex is affecting me though. When it was just me jerking off in my room, I was
never quite this. . . uh. . . copious."  
  
"Mmm, new vocab word?" she grinned. "At least you appear to be keeping up with
your studies." She released me and sat back on her haunches. Reaching down to
the hem of her negligee, she swept it off her body in one smooth movement and
tossed it aside to make a puddle on the floor. Mom's gorgeous, tanned and fit
body was revealed to my burning gaze. "Now, how about taking care of your old
mom?" she asked, stretching out on the bed.  
  
"What would you like me to do?" I asked, shifting on the mattress beside her.
My cock pressed against her tawny thigh, leaving trails of precum on her skin.  
  
"After that, dear boy, I'll only be satisfied with a good, hard, fuck. Can you
do that for mommy?"  
  
"Uh-huh," I said with a grin. I slid one hand up her leg and she parted her
thighs. I pressed my palm against her neatly trimmed mound, soaked with her
juices, and slipped my thumb inside to tease her folds. Mom moaned and arched
her back, pressing her pussy into my hand. My fingers sank into her. I pulled
them free and licked each digit theatrically. Mom tugged my hand free from my
lips and brought them to her own, sucking each finger into her hot mouth. With
her free hand she gripped my waist and pulled me into her. I rolled with the
movement, and my hardened cock slid across Mom's belly, trailing precum across
its bronzed expanse.  
  
Mom hissed and slapped a hand against my dick, pinning it to her stomach.
"Enough screwing around, Billy, and get to the screwing."  
  
I chuckled and kissed Mom's throat while bracing my hands against the bed. I
adjusted my hips. My thickness trailed through Mom's steamy furrow, parting
the lips of her pussy and eliciting a gasp and a shudder from her. Her hand
wrapped around the base of my cock and aimed it at her hole. With one smooth
thrust I rammed myself home. Home; one of the best words for Mom's steamy
cunt. This was where I belonged, sheathed to the hilt inside her, my
throbbing, bucking, driving cock swallowed by her sucking, gripping, burning
pussy. She took my entire length effortlessly, the head of my cock bumping up
against the roof of her cervix with appalling ease. I fit her perfectly, and
she fit me, almost as if she had made me for that express purpose. We were two
bodies trying desperately to become one.  
  
Mom writhed beneath me and wrapped her legs around me, strong thighs
tightening around my waist, her calves pressing against the hams of my
buttocks. "Oh, yes, son, that's it. Fuck your mother. Fuck mommy, fuck me
good!" Mom moaned in lust, her eyes rolling back in her head already, her
heavy breasts bouncing against my chest, hardened nipples scraping against me.
I did as my sultry, sexy mother asked. I fucked her good. My cock churned up a
froth between her legs as I sawed in and out, pounding into her with all the
strength and speed a teenager could muster. Mom reacted with equal enthusiasm,
meeting me thrust for thrust. Our pelvic bones ground together in our mad
mating frenzy. Mom's arms snaked around my shoulders, pulling me into a kiss
that bruised our lips.  
  
Our bodies slammed together, and each moan, gasp, and groan that came from
Mom's mouth drove me to push myself farther and faster. Mom seemed to get
hotter and wetter with each moment, and it felt as if she was sucking me
deeper within her with each jab. "That's it sweetie," Mom said breathlessly.
"Almost there, mommy is almost there." She broke off, breath hitching, and her
entire body tightened its grip on mine. Her pussy gripped me like a velvet
fist, clamping down with delicious intensity on my rampaging cock. Mom
shuddered and shook beneath me. I didn't pause in my ministrations, however,
knowing from previous experience that a sustained attack could trigger
multiple orgasms in Mom. This time was no different; just as she seemed to
catch her breath and begin to take up the rhythm once more, she went off
again. Her nails dug deep furrows in my shoulders and her heels beat a tattoo
against me ass. I grinned to myself and buried my face in the hollow of Mom's
throat, still hammering away.  
  
It was the third time Mom's frothing pussy squeezed my cock that my own orgasm
finally hit. Like a lightning bolt from cock to brain and back again it hit
me, and I felt my dick swell within Mom's juicy cunt and begin to spit jet
after jet of creamy white cum into her heated depths.  
  
Mom and I collapsed in a sweaty heap on her bed, me sprawled across her. With
a grunt, I rolled over and stretched out beside her. Mom half turned and gave
me a sleepy, satisfied grin.  
  
"Such a good son to take care of your mother," she murmured, and kissed my
shoulder.  
  
"Thanks, Mom," I returned. I reached out and took her hand, then rolled once
more and folded myself into her. Mom wrapped her arms around me and held me
close. We drifted to sleep in one another's arms.




        The Sitter Ch. 04


An Oedipus County Tale  
  
This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely
coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's
all pretend, folks.  
  
Thanks to everyone who has offered feedback. I appreciate every word.  
  
CHAPTER FOUR  
  
The next day at school kind of sucked, but I did manage to tell Melonie where
we stood, relationship-wise. Melonie laughed, not unkindly, and disabused me
of the notion that we were a "couple." As far as the two of us were concerned,
she thought of us as just friends. I should have been relieved, I suppose, but
I have to admit to a certain level of disappointment. Which is stupid, since
that's what I wanted, but the male ego is such a fragile thing.  
  
Anyway, Mom picked me up after school. We stopped off at the supermarket to
pick up some lobsters and then visited a florist shop to purchase a dozen
white roses. Mom teased me a little bit when I told her how things went with
Melonie. "You poor baby," she said. "And I thought the two of us were too much
for you."  
  
"That's not what I meant," I complained.  
  
Mom laughed. "I know, dear. I'm just glad Melonie's feelings weren't hurt."  
  
By then, we were pulling into our driveway, and Karen's car was nowhere to be
seen. Everything appeared to be going to plan. We had about two hours before
Karen got out of her afternoon class and came home. Mom threw the lobsters in
a pot and set them to boiling, while I set up the dining room. I set out the
roses, some scented candles, and tossed a Barry White CD on the stereo.  
  
Mom chuckled her approval, let me know she was heading back to the office, and
ushered me up to the shower to get cleaned up. I gave Mom a full kiss, thanked
her once more for all her help, and made a playful grab for her tits. Mom
slapped my hand away. "Didn't we go over this last night, sweetie? Save it for
your ladylove. Be good, and have fun." She pressed her lips against my
forehead in a chaste kiss, but at the same time grabbed my crotch and gave my
hardening cock a quick squeeze. Mom disappeared in a swish of blonde hair and
a whiff of vanilla.  
  
I jumped in the shower, scrubbed down, and gave myself a few whacks just to
get into the mood. I stopped just short of an orgasm, wanting to, as Mom put
it, "save it for my ladylove." I hopped out of the shower, pulled on a pair of
dark slacks and a white shirt, and rushed downstairs. The lobsters were coming
along nicely, turning a dark red, and the smell permeated the kitchen. I saw
that Mom also made some rice, and set out the butter, which was already
slightly melted. I double checked the dining room; nothing wrong there.  
  
I found myself standing in the middle of the room, staring at into space,
waiting for something to happen. I suddenly felt incredibly nervous. Looking
at the clock on the wall, I realized Karen was late. What if. . . what if she
didn't come home? I hadn't talked to her since the argument of the night
before, and it occurred to me that I didn't hear her come home the night
before, and hadn't seen her that morning before school. I pulled a chair out
from the dining table and slumped in it.  
  
I sat in the chair for a long moment, trying not to think. The sound of the
water boiling over on the stove brought me back to my senses. Sluggishly I
rose and went into the kitchen. With a sigh I switched off the flames and took
the top off the pot to let the steam out. As I waved the vapor with my hands,
I felt my heart begin a long plummet towards despair.  
  
That's when I heard the front door open. I practically threw the pot lid down
and ran into the living room. Karen was halfway up the stairs when I burst
into the room. She had on the same clothes she wore the night before, and had
her school bag slung over one shoulder. "Oh, hi Bill," she said. "I didn't
realize anyone was home. . . why are you dressed up?"  
  
"Um, I made dinner," I said.  
  
"You. . . what?" Karen's beautiful features contorted in confusion.  
  
"I made dinner," I repeated. "To sort of apologize for last night and
everything."  
  
"Oh," she said softly. Karen padded down the steps and tossed her backpack on
the couch. "You didn't have to do that," she said.  
  
I crossed the room towards her. "I couldn't help but notice that you didn't
come home last night."  
  
"Oh, yeah," she said, smiling self-consciously. "I just had to go somewhere
and think things through. I realize that I haven't been fair to you, Bill.
You're a teenaged boy, and you need to be with girls your own age."  
  
My heart skipped a beat. "No I don't," I squeaked.  
  
She sighed. "Yes, you do. It was foolish and unfair of me to think that you
and I could be anything serious. Your mother has the right idea, honestly. I'm
afraid I'm just not capable of treating our lovemaking as lightly as she can.
She has the luxury of knowing there can be no future for the two of you, but I
thought, I thought. . ." Karen's voice broke, and her eyes misted over.  
  
Quickly I wrapped my arms around her in a tight embrace, pulling her close. As
usual, holding Karen in my arms summoned an instant erection, but I didn't
need the distraction this time. I planted my lips on Karen's and kissed her
fiercely. There was resistance at first, but within the space of a single
heartbeat she melted into me and returned my kiss with equal passion. We broke
away after a long moment.  
  
"Karen," I said, "I love you. If I could marry you today, I would."  
  
Her eyes were moist. "You don't mean that," she said. "You can't mean that."  
  
"Why not?" I asked.  
  
"You don't know what you're saying Bill," she told me, stepping away.  
  
"Why? Because I'm just a kid? I?m eighteen. That?s old enough to be serious."  
  
She looked at me, and I could see my own pain reflected in her eyes. "Of
course," she said softly. "Listen, there's something I have to explain to you.
You're not going to like it, but I need to tell you finally, and then maybe
you'll understand." She sighed, and dropped down into the couch. I took a seat
in the chair, unsure what to expect.  
  
"One of the reasons I first seduced you had to do with the excitement I felt
at the idea of you and Janine together. That was pretty superficial, though.
Really, I'd been attracted to you for a while. Partly because you're kind and
sweet and attentive, and partly because you were clearly and unabashedly
infatuated with me. Very flattering for a woman, believe me. But also because
you were attracted to me as me."  
  
I frowned, not entirely following her logic.  
  
She smiled, recognizing my confusion. "Most of the men I meet who are my age
or older are attracted to me because of the idea they think I represent. Most
of them recognize me from my movies."  
  
"Movies?" I asked. "What movies?"  
  
Karen sighed. She reached across the couch, opened up her backpack, and
withdrew a shiny square package. She tossed it to me, and I caught it
awkwardly. It was an oversized videocassette box, and the film it advertised
was an adult one. "Huge Hooters 12" read the legend on the box, and beneath
were showcased the women appearing in the film. Under each picture was written
the name of the star, and with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I
recognized Karen's auburn tresses, green eyes, and massive mammaries in the
center picture. Beneath her tits was the name "Kara Kleavage." I could see two
cocks dangling before her face, and her heavy breasts glistened with cum.  
  
I looked up at Karen. Tears formed at the edges of her eyes and threatened to
roll down her cheeks. "You see?" she said roughly, her voice thick. "This is
the woman you've fallen in love with, the dirty slut who fucks for money."  
  
"But. . . but how?" I rasped.  
  
"I left home at sixteen for a variety of reasons," she explained. "But I
learned early on that I could get by using my body. I made good money as a
dancer, and then performing in porn. Enough to put me through college, at
least, and to get as far as I have. Even though I don't do that sort of thing
anymore, I made enough movies to still get recognized just about wherever I
go. Every man I date or try to date eventually finds out. . . and then
everything changes. I just. . . I just couldn't go on, letting you think
otherwise. It was killing me; I felt like I was lying to you, and I couldn't
do it anymore." The tears had begun by now, and what little makeup she wore
was streaking as she cried. "I'm sorry, Bill," she said finally, her voice
breaking.  
  
I set the tape on the coffee table. I couldn't look at it. I knew when our
relationship began that Karen had been with other men, but I'd never imagined
the scale, or that she was capable of giving herself up to a man, or men,
apparently, without any love being involved. Hey, I was young and still
painfully naive. After all, my own sexual experiences had been with the two
women I loved most in the world. Hell, the two people I loved most in the
world.  
  
Realizing that finally got me to move.  
  
I rose from my seat smoothly and approached Karen. She flinched as I sat down
beside her, and my heart felt a sharp stab. I put my arms around her and
pulled her to my chest. Still crying, she slowly, shakily returned my embrace.
I gently brushed her hair from her face and traced the track of her tears with
my fingertips. "Karen," I said softly, "I'm not going to lie to you. This is
jarring news. I don't know how to deal with it yet." Her embrace tightened
around me, and her head dropped against my chest.  
  
"I do know one thing," I added, "and that is that I love you. And I'll always
love you, no matter what."  
  
Karen looked up at me, and her green eyes searched my face for some sign of
falsehood. She blinked back more tears, but her full lips curved up into a
smile. "How could I be so lucky?" she whispered. "Oh, Bill, I love you too.
With all of my heart." She leaned into me once more, her body molding itself
against my own, and our lips met with a tenderness that brought tears to my
own eyes. Our salty tears mingled as our lips and tongues did. It was probably
our best kiss, all the years we've been together, and it makes my toes curl
just to think about it.  
  
After an eternity, we broke apart. Karen had pushed me into the couch, and I
found myself looking up at her intense green eyes, her long hair framing her
face and falling into my own. "Bill," she said seriously, "will you marry me?"  
  
"Yes," I said, without hesitation.  
  
A huge grin split Karen's beautiful face. She kissed me fiercely. "I love
you," she repeated, punctuating the declaration with a fierce kiss. I returned
it with all the strength I could muster. Suddenly, we were laughing and
kissing, tears of joy streaming down our cheeks, and we pulled ourselves tight
against one another's bodies. Finally we broke away, and Karen wiped the tears
from my eyes with the light touch of her thumb. "You set out dinner. I'm going
to change."  
  
She rose, grabbed her backpack, and sauntered up the stairs to the bedroom. I
watched her go, awed and amazed that such a creature could love me, stunned
that I was engaged, and delighted to be in love. My eyes fell across the tape,
and I reached down to pick it up. I looked at it for a long moment, and when I
heard the upstairs shower start, I rose and went into the kitchen.  
  
I tossed the tape in the trash.  
  
Just as I began to lay the food out on the table, Karen came down the stairs.
She had quickly scrubbed and changed into a little black dress that clung
tightly to her plush curves. The scoop neck revealed the upper slopes of
Karen's breasts, as well as a tantalizing cleavage, and the way she jiggled
and shimmied told me she had neglected to wear a bra. She was barefoot, but
had put her hair up in a simple wave, and wore a small emerald on a choker
around her neck. Karen had cleaned off her streaking makeup, but neglected to
apply anything new, so when she stepped into the dining room it was her
natural beauty that left me breathless. But she had enough time to dab her
throat with that bewitching jasmine scent she always wore.  
  
She took my hand and kissed me lightly on the forehead. I led her around the
table, held her chair for her, and lit the candles. I settled into my seat,
and as I did Karen raised her wineglass. "To the cutest, most caring,
wonderful man I have ever met."  
  
We clinked glasses, drank, and I offered my own toast to her beauty, her
intelligence, and my own luck at having landed her. I think I sounded a bit
more eloquent, but I can't be sure. The wine didn't do much for me, but Karen,
as usual, was intoxicating. The meal was okay, but I think I overcooked the
lobster, and I know I didn't know how to eat one correctly. Karen helped, and
before long we were feeding little niblets to one another, batting eyelashes
and cooing in one another's direction, and Karen's bare foot was running up
and down my leg and teasing the growing lump between my legs.  
  
We finished the bottle of wine on the couch. Karen curled against me and
twisted her fingers in my hair. I set my glass down on the coffee table and
pressed my lips against her cheek. "We should clean up," I said.  
  
"Mmm, no," Karen disagreed in a low voice. "That can wait until morning." She
traced a finger down my chest. "I have a better idea."  
  
She took my hand and led me up the stairs. I expected to follow her into Mom's
room and the double bed, but instead she led me down the hall to my room. We
stopped in the doorway. She stepped into my arms.  
  
"Bill, do you remember that first night?" she asked.  
  
"Of course," I said, kissing her chin lightly. "How could I forget?"  
  
"You told me," she persisted, "that I was your first "everything.?"  
  
"Mmmm," I agreed, sucking on her throat, "and you'll be my last, too."  
  
"Bill, I'm trying to tell you something."  
  
I retreated a little to look her in the eyes. "Yes?"  
  
"You weren't my first lover, of course," she said. Beneath her freckles she
reddened a touch at my involuntary wince. "But, you are a first for me," she
added quickly. "You're the first man I've felt safe with. The first man I've
ever really trusted. The first man I've allowed myself to love."  
  
Well, what else could I do then but give her my best kiss? I wrapped my arms
around her, pulled her close and sucked her tongue into my mouth. Her breasts
pressed against my chest, and her arms came around my shoulders to hold me
tight. My cock, already hardened after the play in the living room, grew
harder still and pushed insistently against her belly. I felt the heat coming
off her own crotch as she nestled it against my hip and gently rubbed against
me.  
  
"Oh, Karen," I moaned, tasting her lips. "The things you do to me."  
  
She giggled. "Come on, then," Karen urged, "let's go do some of them
together." She disengaged from my embrace and, taking my hand once more,
guided me into the room. Her deft hands found the zipper on my pants and
loosened the pressure building in my shorts. As she did, she maneuvered me
towards the bed, and with typical skill, Karen sent me tumbling onto the
mattress just as she pulled my pants down my thighs.  
  
I laughed. "I almost hit my head on the nightstand. Are you trying to kill
me?"  
  
"No, my dear." Karen grinned salaciously, and allowed one of the straps on her
dress to slip down her shoulder. "I'm trying to fuck you. A little cooperation
would be in your best interest."  
  
"Allow me, then," I said, grinning myself. I pealed my shirt off, kicked my
shoes to the floor, and began to tug my pants down my legs. Karen watched,
bemused, tapping her foot with mock impatience.  
  
"One of us," I grunted, "appears to be overdressed." I pulled my glasses off
and set them on the nightstand.  
  
"You think?" she laughed. With a shrug of her shoulders, the other strap slid
free. A tug at the hem caused the dress to slide completely off her body. It
drifted to the floor lightly, and Karen demurely stepped out of it. She caught
me staring at her. "What?"  
  
"You're just. . . you take my breath away." Which was pretty much true. Tall
and voluptuous, with long limbs and milky skin, Karen was a sight to behold.
From her pink painted toenails to the neatly trimmed auburn bush above the
pink lips of her pussy to her flat belly and prodigious bust, soft and firm
with strawberry pink nipples and a fine dusting of freckles, to her heart
shaped face with her full, kissable lips and intelligent green eyes, Karen is
a vision. That she nightly warms my bed is a fact that continually stuns me.  
  
"I see someone is definitely excited," she said. Gracefully she knelt beside
the bed, tits bobbing enticingly, and ran her hands up my thighs. Her touch
was electric, causing my engorged rod to throb and jerk. She caught it with
her right hand and gently stroked it. Her forefinger traced the edge of the
purple head and teased my slit, using my own precum to coat the mushroom tip.
She brought her finger to her lips and sucked it into her mouth with a sigh of
contentment. "Mmmm."  
  
Her left hand cupped my balls, and her right hand returned to the root of my
cock. With a light but firm grip she angled the mighty weapon towards her. Her
head bobbed forward and her lips pressed burning kisses into my shuddering
length. She sucked and nibbled her way up and down my rod and rolled my balls
around inside her mouth. Precum virtually sprayed from the tip of my cock,
sluicing down my engorged length and coating Karen's lips and tongue. Her
agile tongue licked the juice away. With a hungry look in her eyes, she
finally devoured me, slipping the head of my cock between her lips and slowly,
delightfully, swallowed my length.  
  
I fell back onto the bed again and resisted the urge to thrust madly into her
mouth. Instead, I focused on the delicious torture Karen inflicted upon me, as
inch by inch she gulped my rampant cock. Her tongue teased me, her cheeks
closed in around me, hot and wet, and then her throat constricted around me. I
heard a sharp intake of breath from her just before her throat opened up and
her lips reached the base of my cock.  
  
Then the suction began.  
  
"Oh, Jesus," I groaned. "Yes, baby, you suck me so fucking good. Oh, fuck!" I
gripped the sheets in my hands tightly and craned my neck. Karen's cheeks were
hollow as her mouth tightened like a moist fist around my cock and squeezed
me. Her eyes were closed, but they snapped open again as she released my cock
and slid her mouth back to the tip. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes
again. She winked and descended once more, sucking me deeper.  
  
My cock throbbed and swelled within the confines of Karen's mouth. I heard her
choke and release me quickly. I sat up in concern. "Are you okay?"  
  
She nodded, eyes watering. "Sometimes I forget how big you get," she said, and
kissed the crown of my cock. I flexed my dick and lightly slapped her lips.
She giggled and swept her hand up and down my length. "Down, boy."  
  
"Your wish is my command," I said with a lecherous leer. Karen looked at my
curiously for a moment, but when I reached down and lifted her up onto the
bed, I think she started to realize what I meant. I shifted on the bed and
spread her sleek, pale thighs. The lips of her pussy were bright pink,
enflamed and engorged with passion, tantalizingly slick with moisture. The
hard nubbin of her clitoris winked momentarily at me as her legs parted. I
placed my palm flat against her belly and ducked my head.  
  
I blew gently on her weeping pussy. Karen gasped. "Don't you dare tease me,
Bill," she warned. I glanced upward, saw her playing with her tits, and
offered her a "who me?" expression. She glared. "You implied something about
going down?"  
  
I stuck my tongue out at her. She glared some more. Tongue still extended, I
ducked my head lower, and glided my tongue along her gash, bottom to top. When
I reached her clit, I curled my tongue around it and teased it. Karen sucked
in a sharp breath and dropped one hand to the back of my head. Her thighs
scissored closed, trapping me between them.  

I released her clit, ignored the sound of regret Karen released, and began to
suck and nibble on her lips. I darted my tongue between her folds, tasting the
salty, sweet, and fragrant juices leaking from her pussy, and pressed my face
against her. I hooked my arms around her thighs, placing both hands on her
stomach and began to kiss and suck and slurp and nibble and lap. She opened
wider, and her fluids became more copious. I wiggled my tongue, trying to
trace ever fold and curve and muscle, and sucked lightly on her clit. Her
juices flooded my chin, and suddenly her thighs tightened around me. With a
wordless cry, Karen began to thrash beneath me. I redoubled my assault,
lapping hungrily at her dripping slit, pressing my nose into her auburn bush.  
  
Karen thrust her pelvis into my face, every muscle in her body taut, her
fingers gripping my head so hard that it hurt. At last, she pushed my head
away and fell against the bed. Her thighs fell slack, and she sucked in deep
lungfuls of air. She managed to cough out, "Every time, Bill, you set me off
like a firecracker."  
  
I looked up at her through the valley of her tremendous breasts, rising and
falling with each intake of air. Her body was covered in a fine sheen of
sweat, and the lamp on the nightstand caused the emerald at her neck to glint.
She smiled lazily at me.  
  
I licked pussy cream from my lips. I crawled my way up her body, lightly
kissing her pale belly and milky breasts as I did. I tasted her sweat and the
jasmine tang of her perfume. I sucked briefly on each of her hardened, pink
nipples and then kissed her chin, her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, and finally
her lips. They parted, allowing me to thrust my tongue into her mouth and play
with her own. She licked her own juices from my lips and chin and smiled at
me.  
  
I felt her hand wrap around the base of my cock roughly. "Is this for me?" she
asked sweetly.  
  
"Always," I said seriously.  
  
"And I am yours, forever and ever," she said, guiding the head of my cock to
her pussy. I slid home easily, diving deep inside her with a casual thrust.
Her eyes widened and she grunted as she opened herself for me. I braced myself
with both arms and, with a dry kiss on her full lips, began to slowly fuck
her.  
  
Karen's tits mashed against my chest. Her legs wrapped around me. Her calves
pressed against my ass and squeezed urgently against me with each thrust. Her
hips rose to meet me with each jab, and I drove deeper and deeper into her
heated core.  
  
"Oh, God, Bill, fuck me. Harder, baby, harder." She gripped me loosely, then
tightly, then loosely again, her inner muscles caressing and squeezing my
hardened cock as it drove inside. Heat enveloped me and moisture inundated me.
I was in heaven, again.  
  
Gradually I increased my tempo, rising and falling. I cocked my hip and
twisted slightly, eliciting another widening of the eyes and an involuntary
gasp from Karen as the tip of my cock butted up against a sensitive portion of
her inner walls. "Jesus," she whispered with all the breath she had. "Do that
again." Her legs tightened around me, and she gripped my shoulders tightly in
her hands. I did another twist-thrust and then rotated, slamming into her a
slightly different angle. Karen cried out.  
  
My balls slapped against her ass and I bottomed out, thrust as deeply within
her as I had ever been. The sensitive head of my cock pounded against the roof
of her womb. I pulled back, dragging my cock nearly free of her tightly
gripping cunt, and then slammed home again. My spongy cockhead nearly
flattened inside her. Karen's fingernails dug into my shoulders and she threw
her head back, releasing an impassioned cry. "Oh my fucking God! Oh, oh, oh!
Almost there! Fuck!"  
  
Her back arched, thrusting her tits into my face. I captured a nipple between
my lips and bit gently. My cock withdrew halfway and surged forward again. My
head fell between Karen's tits as she thrashed beneath me, and both milky
white globes slapped my face with her movements. With a shuddering, roaring,
gasping cry, Karen came. Her pussy tightened like a vise around my cock, and
her juices inundated me, washing over my cock like molten lava, and splashing
against my balls. Her heart pounded hard beneath her breast, and I heard each
throbbing beat.  
  
Karen relaxed slightly, mewling softly, her eyes glazed with passion. I waited
several heartbeats and began to thrust again. "You fucking stud, you," Karen
muttered with a grimace, "you think you're hot shit, don't you?"  
  
I nodded and grinned, still pounding into her. "Well," she gasped, "Tonight
I'm going to make sure you match me, climax for climax." She grinned and
licked her lips. "What kind of wife would I be if I didn't?"  
  
Then she cocked her hip and, with hands on my shoulders for leverage, flipped
us over so that I was beneath her. My cock momentarily lost its housing in her
pussy, but she corrected that oversight quickly, and settled down sharply. Her
heavy tits bobbed over my face, begging to be sucked and kissed. Karen had
other ideas, however. She settled back on her haunches so that my cock,
sweetly imprisoned within her velvet pussy, was sharply angled away from my
belly. I felt a stab of painful pleasure at the very base of my cock. Karen
constricted her pussy around my engorged rod, and reached down behind her to
grip and squeeze my balls.  
  
That did it. We hadn't even started fucking in this position, but she made me
cum anyway. I gripped her hips in my hands and thrust upward, driving my cock
into her with enough strength to lift my buttocks and her body off the bed. As
I did, my cock hardened and lengthened and I felt a massive charge rise up
from the base to the tip of my rod. My cock spat its payload, one sticky,
molten glob at a time. Again and again my penis fired deep within her pussy,
sending arcs of white cum to splatter against her insides. My strength failed
and our bodies fell back onto the bed and still I came, one shuddering jet of
jism after another. It leaked from her pussy and dripped down onto my balls
and pelvis, and still I came.  
  
Karen fell forward, her tits bouncing against my chest, and kissed me hard.
Finally, I stopped. Her pussy was still tight, keeping me hard. She was slick
and sloppy and feeling wonderful.  
  
Karen kissed me fiercely and licked the sweat from my brow. "How was that?"
she asked. My cock was still hard, so I simply grinned and flexed. Karen
jumped. "I see I still have some work to do."  
  
"Mmm," I agreed. "Get cracking."  
  
"You're a cruel taskmaster, sweetheart," Karen laughed. She kissed my cheek,
brushed her lips against mine, and then began to slowly kiss her way down my
body. When her hips shifted and she pulled away, letting my engorged member
slide out of her, I released a plaintive moan. Karen merely giggled at my
distress. But as she rubbed her smooth cheek against my abdomen and licked me,
my cock found itself butting up against the lower slopes of her breasts.  
  
I felt her slim fingers encircle my girth and begin to manipulate me. She used
the slick head of my cock to gently caress her nipples, leaving trails of our
mixed fluids across her skin. She sat back a little and cupped her tits,
wedging my cock between them. I was enveloped in soft, warm flesh, and I
bounced between each hefty tit as Karen slapped my cock around. I groaned and
thrust against her. My cockhead peaked out between her breasts, the eye
winking at her. Karen's tongue darted out to taste. My cock quivered and
throbbed and spat cream onto her tongue.  
  
Slowly, but with growing speed, Karen began to titfuck me. She cupped her tits
and pressed them tight around my rampaging cock and bounced up and down,
sucking me deep within her cleavage and back up again, where she pressed her
lips against the tip. I ran my fingers through her hair, an auburn cloud now,
her delicate wave long since come apart during the melee, and watched the
show. Karen looked up at me and smiled wickedly.  
  
She squeezed me tight between her mams and my cock leapt straight up, bumping
against Karen's chin. She snorted, stifling a chuckle. "You never lack for
energy, do you?"  
  
"Can you blame me?" I paused, then added, "It's not funny."  
  
"You'd think so if you could see your expression," she said, giggling.
"Especially from this angle." She ducked her head and placed a dry kiss
against my glans. Involuntarily, I flexed, hard and throbbing. Karen giggled
again.  
  
"You know, you keep laughing you'll ruin the mood."  
  
Karen arched an eyebrow, her green eyes twinkling. "Oh, we don't want that
happening do we?" She released my cock from the sweet prison of her breasts
and kissed the tip once more, lightly grazing it with her tongue. Her saliva
mixed with my natural precoital fluids and dripped down the length of my dick.  
  
With a sucking sound, she raised her head. My cock bobbed free and clear
again. "How's that for mood?" she asked me.  
  
"That's. . . not bad," I squeaked. She laughed, and went down on me again.
With one hand she cupped my balls, and began to roll them between her fingers.
My cock disappeared between her lips, and her tongue undulated along its
length, pulling me in deeper into her mouth. I felt one of Karen's fingers
trace the flesh beneath my sack and begin to slip between the cheeks of my
ass, tickling slightly.  
  
My cock surged within her mouth and her cheeks grew hollow as she applied
suction, urging the cum from my balls. I was almost there, ready for the
second go, when I felt Karen's finger probe my sphincter.  
  
"What are you -?" I managed to gasp out before her finger slid inside me past
the first knuckle. She pressed hard, and suddenly my cock was swelling in her
mouth and I felt my orgasm crest. With a startled groan, I came harder than
I'd ever come before. My balls contracted, the cum boiling within them, and
surged up my shaft to spray straight down Karen's throat. She coughed and
whipped her head free as my cum continued to spray, one pearly white ribbon
after another. An arc fell across Karen's cheek, trailing down to her lips.
Another scattered across her neck and dripped beneath her breasts.  
  
Karen coughed again, her eyes bright, but she aimed my cock at her tits. My
cum continued to splatter, hot and white, against her skin. Trails and pools
formed where it fell, and then finally I was spent. My cock wavered and began
to slowly retract. Karen licked her lips, making the cum staining them
disappear. She hefted a tit and licked my cum off the slope. My cock hardened
again immediately.  
  
"I love how you do that," she laughed. She scooped up cum between her fingers
and fed it herself.  
  
I laughed too, but fell back against the bed. "I swear, one of these days
you're going to give me a heart attack."  
  
Karen rose and pounced on me. "I'll test that theory."  
  
And we did, at least four more times that night. I didn't think I had it in
me, but Karen insisted. One for one, she promised, and she made sure of it. I
fucked her from behind, my belly slapping against her plush ass, my hands
fondling her heavy breasts. I fucked her in the ass while she rode me, arching
her back against my chest and shoving three fingers into her steaming snatch.
We fucked in the shower, to wash the cum and sweat and other fluids from our
bodies, and we finished up in my bed once more. We fell asleep entangled on
one another's bodies, me still inside her, and her spooned against me.  
  
As I drifted off to sleep, I reflected to myself that Karen and I should get
engaged more often.  
  
I woke briefly, later that night, as Mom crept into the room. She knelt beside
the bed, her bewitching perfume filling the air. Automatically, my cock
stiffened within Karen, who though unconscious, moaned and stretched against
me.  
  
"Mission accomplished?" Mom whispered.  
  
I nodded sleepily. It took me a moment to realize the movement was probably
lost in the darkness. "Yes," I whispered back. "We're engaged," I added.  
  
Mom's eyes grew wide in the dim light from the hallway. "What?" she said.  
  
I started to wake up a little more, uncertain how to take her expression. "She
proposed, I accepted." Karen stirred against me; her calf rubbed my ankle, her
ass pushed against my stomach, and her hand fell against my hip. "Are you
mad?" I asked Mom.  
  
She smiled broadly. "Mad? Oh, honey, why would I be mad?" Suddenly she threw
herself on the bed, sprawling across Karen and I. Karen snapped awake, and I
sensed her immediate distress, but it quickly diffused when Mom kissed Karen
full on the lips. "My babies!" Mom exclaimed, sitting up, straddling Karen and
I. "My babies are getting married!"  
  
She took it surprisingly well, I thought.  
  
Karen and I were married that summer. I was nineteen, her twenty-ninth
birthday was not far away. We held the ceremony at the house with a small
gathering of family and friends. Mom looked absolutely deadly in a tight
yellow dress that showed off her fantastic figure, and Karen's bridesmaids,
her former roommates Lena, Justine and Rebecca, managed to fill out their
dresses nicely as well. But Karen stole the show.  
  
She wore a white, scoop-necked dress that revealed an acre of cleavage. It
fell to her ankles, but a slit up the legs showed a generous expanse of thigh
and calf clad in skintight white hose. Her veil was abbreviated, just enough
to pin back her mane of auburn hair, and she carried a bouquet of yellow
roses. She wore her emerald on a white ribbon around her neck.  
  
Myself, I wore a white tuxedo with a yellow tie and cummerbund. I think I
looked okay, and the appraising glance Mom couldn't quite disguise suggested I
was sharply dressed. The ceremony itself was largely a blur, as was the
reception afterward, and by nightfall Karen and I were winging our way towards
Hawaii for two sun dappled weeks of honeymoon bliss.  
  
Mom came with us, of course. She got a sitter to watch the house for us, a guy
a year or two older than I, the son of one of the women who worked in Mom's
office. Andrew Wilson, I think his name was, but I never had a chance to meet
him. Mom took care of all the details, including booking the caterers, the
flight, the hotel, and everything else. That saved Karen and I additional
stress as I finished my senior year of high school and she closed in on her
last year of grad school. We could enjoy the event without any undue worry or
waste.  
  
Karen and I arrived at the hotel in Honolulu ahead of Mom. She took a later
flight as a sort of "cover," but I think she was being over-cautious. It was
just as well, I suppose. The long flight, following the ceremony and
celebration, left both Karen and I too tired to do much but undress and cuddle
beneath the satin sheets of our hotel's honeymoon suite. I was unconscious
within moments, despite the warm press of Karen?s prodigious bosom against my
chest and the silken pressure of her thigh against my crotch. Still, my
beautiful wife was fast asleep before I drifted off into slumber.  
  
I woke in the middle of the night, brain muddled by sleep, to a soft but
insistent knocking at the door. Karen murmured quietly against my chest and
shifted slightly, but remained oblivious. I gently disengaged myself from her
and padded naked to the door. One glance through the spyhole confirmed my
suspicions; Mom had finally made it. According to the plan, she had registered
in a smaller room elsewhere in the hotel, but would end up spending most of
her time with us in the suite.  
  
I opened the door with a grin and Mom slipped inside. She had exchanged her
formal wear from the wedding for a cream colored suit that had a slightly too
short skirt and diaphanous blouse that showed her maroon bra beneath. She was
in my arms before I shut the door, her mouth on mine and her tongue slipping
beneath my lips to coax my own tongue out. After a few quiet moments of
sucking face, Mom released me, allowing herself one final lick across my upper
lip.  
  
"Oh God," she whispered, "you don't know how wet the two of you made me all
day. Karen in that dress, my boy become a man, everything so perfect and
right. I just wish I could have been up on that dais with you two today."  
  
I kissed her forehead lightly. "You were, Mom, you were."  
  
She smiled widely, her eyes bright for a moment, and gave me a motherly kiss
on the cheek. "Thanks, sweetie." She reached down between us and grasped my
hardening rod between her soft fingers. "We'll take care of this in a moment,"
she promised, "but first. . ." She turned towards the bed, where Karen still
lay sleeping. Mom kicked off her heels and slipped out of her coat. Two steps
later, her skirt was unzipped and slipping down her sleek thighs. Her blouse
fluttered to the floor next.  
  
Clad only in thong and bra, my statuesque and bronzed mother approached my
sleeping wife and carefully climbed into bed beside her. Karen made quiet
sounds and rolled towards Mom unconsciously, the sheet around her rising and
falling with her breath. Mom reached down delicately and pulled a lock of hair
across Karen's brow, tucking it behind Karen's ear. Mom leaned in and pressed
her full lips against Karen's forehead, and finally my sleepy wife's eyes
fluttered open.  
  
"Janine," she breathed languorously, stretching her plush body beneath the
sheets. "You made it."  
  
"Mmmm," Mom agreed, giving Karen a proper kiss which Karen hungrily returned.
When they broke away, Mom asked, "Have you two consummated your marriage bed
yet?"  
  
"I'm afraid not," I told her, approaching the bed finally. "We were a bit too
shagged out after the flight to shag."  
  
Mom giggled and kissed Karen's throat. "Well, then, my dears, I'm afraid I'm
going to have to impose and request that Billy fucks my brains out first."
Mom's head dipped lower, and I saw her peel the sheet from Karen, revealing
her tremendous breasts tipped with their strawberry pink nipples. Both were
already erect and enflamed with passion, and I heard Karen hiss as Mom's teeth
scored a hit upon them.  
  
"Impose all you want," Karen agreed amiably. "Just keep doing that." Mom
obliged. I suppressed a smile and turned on the lamp on the nightstand so I
could have a better look at my ladies. Karen grinned lustily up at me and ran
her fingers through Mom's hair, urging Mom's ministrations on. Karen gave my
cock an appraising look, but her attention was quickly diverted. She made an
"O" with her mouth and her eyes narrowed as Mom sealed her lips around Karen's
right nipple and applied suction.  
  
My cock bobbed and lurched in my lap, eager and hungry. I joined Mom and Karen
on the bed, making it sag further under my weight, and placed my palms on
Mom's broad hips. She arched her back, lifting her pretty ass closer to me, as
I hooked my thumbs in her panties and tugged them down her thighs. With a
little help from her, I pulled them completely free, leaving Mom nearly nude.
At the same time, Mom managed to wrestle the bedsheets lower on the bed,
uncovering Karen's alabaster form. Mom slipped two fingers between Karen's
netherlips and began to stroke her slowly. Karen moaned.  
  
I maneuvered myself between Mom's legs, grabbed her bronze thighs in my hands
and pulled them apart. Gripping my cock in one hand, I sidled up behind her
and pressed my cockhead against the lips of her pussy. She was soaking wet,
open and inviting, and without preamble I slid home within her.  
  
"Oh, fuck, yes," Mom hissed, momentarily loosing Karen's nipple from her lips.
Karen gently returned Mom to her breast. I grabbed Mom by the waist and slowly
began to fuck her. She moaned into Karen's tits and fucked back at me
forcefully. Her plush ass pressed against my abdomen and her pussy opened up
to suck me deep inside her. I had intended to tease Mom and give her a slow,
delicious fuck, simply because she wanted something savage and primal, but I
found myself quickening my pace. Enveloped within her warmth and wetness,
driving deep into my very birthplace, awakened my own passions, and within
moments I was pounded hard and fast into her.  

As always, we fit perfectly. Every fold and recess of her pussy seemed ready
made to accept every ridge and projection of my cock. My mushroom head surged
against the roof of her womb with each jab; her lips held me so tightly that
her clit rubbed along the underside of my lance. Mom's juices frothed, leaking
down her thighs and my balls, releasing a heady scent that only made me fuck
her harder. I pounded into her brutally, her pussy slurping and sucking at my
cock with every thrust, and she gave up all pretense of playing with Karen's
tits. Mom's blonde head fell into the valley between Karen's breasts, and
Karen merely held Mom's body, letting me fuck her.  
  
Mom moaned and groaned with each thrust, her voice rising gradually in pitch
as I pounded into her.  
  
"Take my bra off," Mom managed to gasp out. "Suck my tits," she ordered. I
thought for a moment she meant for me to do it, and wondered just how I might
accomplish the task buried hilt deep within her from behind. But before I
could form much more than that thought, Karen's slim fingers found the catch
on Mom's bra and slipped it from her shoulders. Mom rose up on her hands,
letting her pendulous breasts swing free. Karen scooted a little - I felt her
knee nudge my thigh - and then began to kiss and nip at Mom's tits, kneading
the firm but pliant flesh with her fingers.  
  
Mom's climax crested. Her pussy clamped down tight around my cock, and I was
inundated with her juices. Her whole body grew rigid for a heartbeat, and then
she began to thrash and cry out beneath me. I grinned and continued to fuck
her, knowing only too well that Mom would come off again and again.  
  
Her second orgasm came fast on the first, and she gripped me so tightly that I
thought my prick would snap off. Karen slipped lower on the bed, and her
neatly trimmed pussy pressed against my knee. She began to rub against me
insistently, humping against me while she busied her lips and fingers with
Mom's breasts. I felt the cum churn in my balls, and knew my own climax was
fast approaching. With a sound somewhere between grunt and gasp, I redoubled
my efforts and pounded more forcefully between Mom's thighs.  
  
Karen cupped my balls and gave them a light squeeze. Mom cried out, her third
orgasm of the night shaking her violently, and finally I came. My cock flexed
and expanded, surging within the tight passage of Mom's delectable pussy, and
my balls grew tight, squeezing the cum out in a volley that splattered Mom's
insides with spurt after spurt of pearly semen. I came and came, a thundering
climax that refused to lessen. Mom's pussy overflowed with fluid and it began
to leak out of her, dripping down the length of my cock and balls, falling
into Karen's cupped hand.  
  
I dragged my still spurting cock from Mom's clenched pussy with a squelching
noise, and painted the last few dregs of cum across the bronze globes of her
ass. Gasping and heaving, fighting for breath, I fell backwards. Mom and Karen
exchanged a passionate kiss, and they rearranged themselves across the bed so
as to allow Karen greater access to Mom's cum-saturated cunt. Mom balanced on
elbows and knees above Karen, her heavy breasts dangling over Karen's smooth
belly. My wife grabbed my mother's ass and squeezed the bronze globes, pulling
Mom's pussy closer to her face. As I watched, Karen began to eat Mom out,
sucking and licked my cum from Mom's pussy with a feverish relish that had my
cock regaining its former rigidity quite quickly, especially when Mom returned
the favor and traced her tongue along the folds of Karen's soaking cunt.  
  
I got myself a drink of water and sucked on ice cubes while I watched the
show. Mom's head dipped between Karen's spread legs. Her pink tongue played
along Karen's lips, then darted between them, inside her. Karen's head dropped
back, her lips stained with both Mom's and my cum, moaning. "Oh, Janine,
you've got the lightest touch, so perfect."  
  
"Uh, excuse me," I interrupted, "I am right here, you know."  
  
Mom kissed Karen's inner thigh an winked at me. She went back to work. Karen,
for her part, simply licked cum from her lips and ignored me.  
  
I frowned and stood up. "I know at least one thing I do better than Mom," I
said petulantly. I rose and, cock in hand, gently nudged Mom aside. She
frowned dramatically, lashed the head of my dick with her tongue, and moved
aside. My palms fell across Karen's hips and my cock brushed against her
steaming gash.  
  
"What are you two up to?" Karen's muffled voice asked.  
  
Mom and I shared a grin. Mom laid the flat of her hand across the length of my
cock and pressed my engorged head into Karen's pussy. She swallowed me
eagerly, hot and wet, and I slipped inside my wife. "Ooh," Karen said.  
  
Mom laughed. "Get back to work, there, Kay." she ordered. "I'm going to watch
the show." Mom leaned back into Karen's face, pushing her pussy against
Karen's mouth once more, and laid her head against Karen's thigh as I began to
fuck her. I thrust deep, sharp and quick, and pulled back out again. Karen's
hips followed me. Her arms wrapped around Mom's waist and, judging by the
expression on Mom's beautiful face, she did indeed go back to work.  
  
I began to gently rock against Karen, careful not to dislodge Mom from her
perch, but careful also to move quickly enough to keep Karen happy. She
wrapped her legs around my ass to urge me on, and the movement forced Mom to
shift her head. In retaliation, Mom found Karen's clit and kissed it, sucking
the hard nubbin of flesh between her lips. Karen's legs tightened like steel
clamps around my waist, jamming me hard and deep into her steaming depths. My
cock bucked and throbbed within Karen as she came hard, inundating me with her
fluids. Her pussy formed a tight seal around the base of my cock, but still
she leaked, but Mom was there to slurp it away.  
  
When the tension in Karen's muscles slackened, Mom rolled off of her, a sweaty
spread-eagled heap on the bed. Karen's eyes were half-lidded and smiled up at
me, one of those steamy, languorous smiles that always made my heart thunder
in my chest. I dropped down atop her, catching myself with my hands on either
side of her head. Karen's tits pressed against me, nipples deliciously hard.
"Was it good for you?" she asked with an arched eyebrow. I flexed my cock,
still buried deep within her. The other eyebrow rose and her mouth made a
small "o."  
  
"You're not keeping up with your wifely duties," I told her wryly. It was her
turn to flex, tightening the soft folds of her pussy around me. I think I said
something like "eep."  
  
"Yeah, that's more like it," Karen said with a laugh. Her thighs wrapped
around my hips, her calves pressing against my ass. I started fucking her
again. The bed bounced with each thrust, and Karen's tits bounced against my
chest. The bed shifted a little too violently, and then Mom entered my frame
of vision once more. Mom kissed Karen fiercely, sucking Karen's tongue into
her mouth.  
  
And that was all it took, really: Mom and Karen tongue wrestling. They shared
a passionate, heartfelt kiss, and I felt my balls tighten and the cum raced up
through my charging cock. My grip tightened hard on Karen's hips, hard enough
to elicit a grunt from her that Mom kindly muffled, and my cock rammed deep
into her steaming pussy. My dick expanded, swelled, and spat its precious load
once more.  
  
"He's cumming," Karen hissed, releasing Mom. Karen's eyes rolled back and she
added her own fluids to the soup forming at the juncture of our thighs. Mom
slid down Karen's body in a sinuous wave, wedging Karen and I apart. Mom's
hands splayed against my hips and she pushed me backward. My still spurting
cock slurped free of Karen's clasping pussy. It sprayed a long ribbon of
bright white jism across Mom's right cheek, forcing a reflexive blink. Yet she
didn't slow, instead darting forward and clamping her lips around my spasming
rod. The rest of my payload sprayed into Mom's mouth. She swallowed eagerly.  
  
Gasping for breath, I fell back on the bed. Mom collected the cum on her cheek
with a fingernail and sucked it into her mouth. "Mmm, creamy and delicious,"
she laughed. She crawled up beside me and molded her body against mine. Karen
followed, taking the opposite side. Karen's lips, smelling faintly of Mom's
pussy, pressed against my cheek.  
  
"My stud," Karen whispered happily into my ear.  
  
"My baby," Mom whispered into my other ear.  
  
I couldn't speak. I was already drifting off into sleep. I was happier than a
I ever thought a man could possibly be, sandwiched between the two most
beautiful and sexy woman who had ever lived.  
  
I awoke in an empty bed, with the morning sun falling upon me through the
windows. Fuzzy headed, I levered myself to my feet and padded naked to the
bathroom, pausing only to pick up my glasses. The bathroom was empty too,
though I checked every spacious inch. Mom had really picked a great hotel. I
hopped in the shower and quickly scrubbed down, then headed back out into the
suite drying myself with a little towel.  
  
Then I spotted Mom and Karen. Not that they had been hiding, but I'd just been
too blind to see them. They were eating breakfast out on the balcony, with the
glass doors closed so as not to interrupt with my rest. Though how I missed
the arrival of room service escaped me.  
  
I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door. Mom and Karen both
looked up and smiled in greeting. I saw a light breakfast spread across the
glass table where they sat. There was fruit salad, toast, bagels and cream
cheese, and grapefruit, all very appetizing, but what really made my mouth
water was the display of pulchritude laid out before my gaze.  
  
Mom, tall and bronze, wore only a white robe that barely fell to her hips. It
left her long, well-muscled legs naked, though demurely crossed, and fell open
at the neck to display a tantalizing amount of cleavage. Her bright blue eyes
sparkled as she looked up at me and smiled. "There's my sleepyhead," she said.  
  
Karen, pale where Mom was dark and dark where she was pale, had her long
auburn locks tied into a loose ponytail. The bright morning sun brought out
her highlights, making her hair appear almost as red as her full lips. Those
lips quirked into a smile as I admired the deep, freckle dotted cleavage that
peeked out from beneath the bodice of her silk robe, as well as the way the
fabric clinged so tightly to the massive hemispheres floating on her chest. I
guessed that my lustful gaze was quite smoldering, because her nipples quickly
rose to attention.  
  
"Morning, dear," Karen said. Holding the towel around my waist, I bent over to
kiss my wife lightly on the lips, and then offered the same to Mom. I noted
that there were only two chairs, natural enough in a honeymoon suite, so I
stood while grabbing a piece of toast. I really wanted a bagel, but if I tried
to put cream cheese on it the towel would fall.  
  
"I'm sorry, sweetie," Mom said, making as if to get up. I tried to forestall
her and pour myself a glass of orange juice at the same time, the toast
trapped between my teeth. Mom wouldn't take no for an answer. She rose
smoothly, practically towering over me even barefoot, and forced me into the
chair. Karen giggled and handed me a bagel lathered in cream cheese. I
shrugged, gave up, and decided to enjoy breakfast.  
  
Mom moved to the rail and looked over it, admiring the view. From the balcony
we could see the beach and the crystal blue Pacific Ocean beyond it. Directly
beneath us was the hotel pool, an elaborate affair that included several hot
tubs and a fountain. I couldn't understand the need for a pool this close to
the ocean, but didn't let it bother me.  
  
"Oh look," Mom said, "there's already a couple families splashing around in
the pool down there." I glanced her way and noticed the hem of her robe had
risen appreciably, revealing the taut golden globes of her ass. Karen winked
at me. The simple knot at my waist loosened easily as my hardening cock lifted
the towel out of my lap.  
  
I looked around at the other balconies along the side of the building and
didn't see anyone. Karen gave me the all clear signal and urged me on with a
playful nod. I set the bagel down and got to my feet easily. The towel
fluttered to the floor. Mom didn't notice I had moved until I pressed my naked
body against her back and my rampant cock nudged between her legs.  
  
"Bill, what do you think you're doing?" she asked. There was an indignant note
in her voice but also a touch of excitement. Her knuckles turned white around
the railing as my hands fell upon her wrists. I kissed her shoulder and slowly
pressed my abdomen against her springy ass. My cockhead bumped up against her
pussy. I felt moisture there already.  
  
"There's no one around to see, Janine," Karen pointed out. I heard her laugh
throatily, but didn't look, as I was busy sucking on Mom?s right earlobe. My
wife added, "But just imagine if someone could."  
  
Mom groaned and pressed back against me. My sensitive cockhead felt her pussy
begin to open up, like the petals of a flower. "Oh God," Mom moaned, "anyone
down there could look up and see. . ." She trailed off.  
  
"A son plowing his mother?" I whispered in her ear. Her hips jumped. Her ass
pressed hard against my stomach, and my cock, ramrod straight, began to enter
her. Just the head, dripping precum that mixed with Mom's own precoital fluid.
I risked a glance at Karen, and saw her robe open. Her heavy breasts gently
bobbed on her chest as her fingers busied themselves between her legs. I
smiled salaciously at her. "I'll be with you in a second," I told her.  
  
"I'll hold you to that," she hissed.  
  
Mom lifted her right hand and I let her go. She didn't disappoint. Her hand
dropped between her thighs. Her fingers splayed against the length of my cock,
fluttering along the underside. They tightened briefly, just long enough to
give my cock a quick tug and allow me to fully thrust into her pussy. Wet and
hot she welcomed me, gripping me like a velvet glove. Mom tossed her head,
throwing blonde locks into my face, and sank down onto me. Her cunt swallowed
me hole, sucking me in to the hilt. I buried my head in her shoulder and bit
into the collar of her robe to keep from roaring in triumph.  
  
Then I began to fuck my mother. In public.  
  
The railing rattled with each thrust of my cock. Each time I hammered home,
Mom's grip on it tightened. I left one hand beside hers, and slid the other
one beneath the robe to squeeze and fondle her breasts, pinching and pulling
on her diamond hard nipples. Mom's breath came in short gasps as she fucked
back against me. Her pussy flexed and relaxed, holding me tight one moment and
loose the next, letting me jam inside and withdraw.  
  
"Oh shit," Mom spat out, gasping. "That fat fucker down there is watching us."
I stretched my neck, and saw who she was talking about. A heavyset guy in a
brightly colored Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses, sprawled across a deck chair
and ostensibly attached to a couple kids splashing in the water, was craning
his neck and looking up at us. He was too far away to read his expression, but
the angle was unmistakable. He was indeed watching us.  
  
If anything, Mom's pussy became hotter and wetter, and her movements more
frenzied. The metal railing rattled alarmingly. The fat guy was now nudging
the portly woman in the deck chair beside him. She shaded her eyes with a hand
and followed his pointing finger. She looked shocked for a moment, her other
hand pressed against her chest as if trying to still the beating of her heart,
and then she leaned against the man and whispered something in his ear that
made him look away from us, laughing, and kiss her on the cheek.  
  
Mom threw her head back and bit her lip, choking back one of her trademark
orgasmic screams as her body grew rigid and then thrashed against me. Her
pussy tightened hard around my thrusting cock. I felt my dick expand within
her, bumping up against the roof of her womb. That triggered a second orgasm
for Mom and set off my first.  
  
My balls must have had plenty of rest during the night, because that first
orgasm of the day was a gusher. My nuts tightened like little fists, my cock
expanded, hard and hungry, and the first load of cum shot free, splattering
Mom's molten inner core with ribbon after ribbon of pearly jism. With each
contraction, each blast, I thrust against Mom, trying to dig myself even
deeper. She responded with equal fervor, as though trying to swallow me
completely inside.  
  
At last, spent, I leaned against her, my arms and legs weak and shaky. Mom
felt as weak as a kitten beneath me, and a drop of blood trailed down her lip.
I pulled myself away from her with a sucking sound and staggered backwards. My
prodigious load instantly began to leak out of Mom, trailing down her thighs.
She stood at the railing for a long moment, fighting to catch her breath,
post-orgasmic tremors shaking her lush frame.  
  
"Are they still watching?" Mom asked weakly.  
  
"Yes," Karen told us. Her legs were splayed, three fingers jammed deep within
her weeping pussy. Her chest heaved, tits bobbing lustily, as a dark flush
spread across her chest.  
  
"Good," Mom said. She untied the loose belt at her waist and whipped the robe
off her body, standing on the balcony briefly in all her glory, a golden
goddess, freshly fucked. Then she threw the robe on the floor and turned on
me. "You, young man, are dead meat," she said, advancing on me. Her tone was
mischievous, but there was a hard glint in her blue eyes.  
  
"Uh," I started to say. Mom grabbed me and dragged me into the suite. Karen
followed, laughing.




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